School For Sufferng
by Theresa Ashley
(PAD-117)


FOREWORD 

The phenomenon of S&M sex is spreading at an incredible rate today. 
Scientists and sexologists attribute its growth to a certain lack of meaning 
that now exists in sexual relations. 

The sexual revolution, they say, is in part responsible for the 
meaninglessness of sex today, and for the concomitant growth in the S&M 
brand of sexuality. 

Since most people in today's society have been freed from the taboos that 
restrained their parents' generation, they have indulged freely in sexual 
intercourse. They have experimented even more freely. But, the freedom the 
revolution gave them was abused. The hedonistic, senseless sexual excesses 
soon led to satiety. 

When they had exhausted all other avenues to pleasure, they found there was 
nothing left. Simple, heterosexual sex became unspeakably boring, repetitive 
and meaningless. The only way to capture some excitement, and some meaning, 
was to try other avenues to pleasure. 

One of these avenues is the way of pain and pleasure, the path of 
Sacher-Masoch. In the incredible rites of pain and pleasure, bored and 
satiated hedonists found a new excitement, and a new thrill in sex. They 
found titillation where they thought they could never find it again, within 
the realm of sexuality. 

Thus, the effort to give meaning and excitement to an overly used and abused 
commodity, sex, was successful. 

The following account reveals how a group of young people, who were 
completely experienced in conventional heterosexual sex, finally turned to 
the savage pleasures of S&M. Why did they do it? Who can really say. It is 
only possible to tell their stories, as opening and truthfully as can be, 
and let the reader be the judge. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

As Tod walked into the classroom of the Herald Computer School, his eyes 
roved over the students. The proportion of men to women was about equal, at 
least in that class. Too bad, he thought, the more the merrier, at least, 
the more women, the merrier for him. 

But he wasn't worried. Tod was a stud, and he knew it. He could tell from 
the interested, admiring glances he got from the women, and the envious 
glances he got from the men, that his entrance had made an impression, and a 
powerful one. 

That was what he wanted. He wanted power over people, especially over women. 
He wanted a power that was primarily sexual and physical, but that extended 
to the mind, spirit and emotions also. And that was what he was determined 
to get. 

Within one week, he promised himself, he would have a group of followers in 
the Herald Computer School, a group who shared his brand of sexuality, who 
shared his need for sexual pleasure and sexual pain. 

Easing his tall, six foot body into a desk, Tod made himself comfortable. He 
had nothing to worry about. He could attract women, first, on the basis of 
his looks alone. He was the classic figure of the handsome male animal. His 
blonde hair was more than blonde. It was golden, and his eyes were blue, but 
not the washed-out weak blue that fair people usually have. They were an 
intense blue that bordered on midnight blue, the color of the sky as it was 
darkening into night. The bone structure of his face was flawless: he had 
the perfect straight nose, the marvelous square jaw, the powerful cheekbones 
of a classic statue. 

His body too, was perfect. 

Tod had an incredible muscular strength that revealed itself in every move 
he made. But the power of his body was not blatant, nor flashy. His muscles 
didn't bulge or ripple like those of vulgar "beach boys." They were smooth, 
long muscles that resembled the structure of a lean, powerful jungle cat, so 
that his incredible physical strength was manifested as an almost feline 
grace and elegance. His long, whip-like legs stalked the streets of the city 
effortlessly, noiselessly. When he moved, it was with the sinister grace of 
immense power, but power well disguised and modified by elegance. 

If his incredible good looks alone were not enough to draw any woman to him, 
the obvious strength and length of his manhood was. 

Today, he was wearing tight black suede pants. Even though the suede was 
thick, it could not disguise or suppress the huge snake-like bulge of his 
prick, that was almost always in a state of erection. 

Tod's prick had one peculiarity that seemed to tantalize women and satisfy 
them. It was slightly sickled in form that is, its incredible length of ten 
inches curved slightly outward, so that when the thick prick was fully 
erect, it curved outward like a scimitar, those deadly oriental swords. 

This curving, powerful prick had the ability to satisfy women more, because 
its curve allowed it the kind of penetration and pressure that most pricks 
don't have, simply because they are relatively straight in form. 

But Tod wasn't into fucking so much. He didn't particularly enjoy actual 
coitus with females, or males, except on rare and special occasions. 

The power of his prick didn't interest him, except insofar it drew women to 
him. It was the power of his whip hand that was most important to him, and 
the power of his mind to dominate the minds of submissively-oriented women. 

He found that together, his powerful mind, and his even more powerful whip 
hand could bring him everything he wanted from a woman: total sexual and 
psychological submission, and total slavery. 

He understood the principle of pain and pleasure, and he practiced it 
freely, getting pleasure from giving pain, and getting still more pleasure 
from the knowledge that the females submitting to him were totally aroused, 
and totally satisfied, by his brutal, sexual strength. His domination was 
all they wanted, all they craved. And the more harsh, the more cruel and 
degrading that domination was, the more they were satisfied. 

Tod wanted to gather some new recruits, and form a group of people with 
sexual interests similar to his. He was not only new to the Herald Computer 
School, but he was new to New York City. He had to organize a group of S&M 
people around him, people who shared his interests and would accept him as 
their leader. And, he had to do it fast. 

Since he left San Francisco two weeks ago, he had not indulged in any form 
of sex, whether of the S&M variety or of any other variety. 

He had jacked off several times in front of his bathroom mirror, fantasizing 
all the while that he was whipping the cunt of his last slave, the girl he 
left behind in San Francisco. 

As he held his thick, curving prick eagerly in his hand, pumping at it 
furiously, Tod envisioned, Alana, the tall voluptuous blonde he had 
possessed out West. He closed his eyes as his hand pumped his prick, and the 
scenes of the life that they had shared flashesh before his eyes. 

He saw Alana, her beautiful, milk-white body marked with the scars of his 
whips, love wounds, she called them, racked up spread-eagled on the special 
vertical bed they had constructed for their mutual pain and pleasure. 

He would see himself with her again, standing in front of her bound and 
vulnerable body. His eyes riveted on her golden cunt, on the bristly blonde 
hairs that curled into a thick jungle over the cunt that was his exclusive 
property to use and abuse as he wished. 

Alana wanted it that way. She wanted his mastery over every inch of her body 
and over every facet of her mind. In fact, she had been the one to insist 
that he pierce her cunt lip and insert a large golden hoop through it, a 
hoop that had his name engraved on it. 

Since there was no way, at least no visible way, that Alana could show the 
world that Tod owned her mind and her spirit too, she solved that problem by 
practically eliminating her own mind and body. 

She had purposely turned herself into a zombie. She never spoke, never 
expressed an opinion. She never allowed herself to have an opinion. She was 
a total blank, a hunk of flesh, a cunt hungry for his punishment, an entity 
who was actually a non-entity. 

She wanted to be only a blank wall, to be marred and scarred by Tod in any 
and every way. She wanted to exist only in the ways that he chose to define 
her. 

Alana slowly began to lose her mind as she turned into a perfect slave. She 
had to lose her mind, because the perfect slave, which is what Tod wanted, 
or what he thought he wanted, had no will, and no mind of her own, but was 
only a reflection of her master. That ultimately, was what made Tod leave 
her. 

He had become incredibly bored with their life together, and with their 
sexual routine. It consisted of Alana, constantly bowing and scraping before 
him, saying yes to his every order. She tried so hard to please him, and 
succeeded so well, that she became totally uninteresting. 

Their sexual routine too, became dull. She loved him too much, and she loved 
the incredible pain and punishment he inflicted on her too much. 

He used to tie her up, and whip her in every possible way, with a cat o' 
nine tails, with studded whips, with riding crops, with belts, and with 
paddles. He whipped her cunt from every imaginable angle. He kicked her and 
brutalized her when she was tied up with ropes, with metal chains, or with 
thongs of rawhide. 

Tod cunt-fucked her and butt-fucked her with bottles, candles, dildoes, whip 
handles, every possible instrument he could find that resembled a prick 
enough to serve that purpose. At his command, Alana would wander through the 
junk shops of San Francisco, desperately looking for other instruments of 
torture that he could use on her as a pseudo prick. 

But nothing interested him any more, least of all Alana. She had made a 
fatal mistake. She had become too much the slave. The spice had gone out of 
their relationship. 

Every time Tod whipped her or fucked her or abused her in any imaginable 
way, her only response was an endless, ear-splitting wail of pleasure. She 
never resisted, or even pretended to resist. Everything he could possibly do 
to hurt her physically or degrade her psychologically brought only one 
response, the same ear-splitting, whining wail of pleasure. 

Tod used to whip her cunt until it was unrecognizable, until all the golden 
cunt hairs were a matted mass of bloody hair, yet still, Alana writhed in 
frenzied sexual ecstasy, taking everything Tod could give. 

After a while, he just couldn't give any more, because she was unable to 
inspire his lust. The total submission and acquiescence she presented to him 
simply failed to arouse him. After two years, it was only natural that he 
couldn't even get a hard-on any more. 

He was determined that he would not let that happen again. He would make it 
. impossible, first by gathering together a group of at least five people 
who shared his tastes. That way, they could punish each other 
interchangeably, and play different roles according to their moods. It would 
be much harder to get bored with five or six different people, Tod thought. 
Or at least, it would take longer to get bored. 

When he could no longer get a hard-on, even remembering Alana, and 
fantasizing that he was whipping her cunt, he knew it was time to get some 
followers, and fast. The frenzy of his sexual energy drove him to strange 
deeds of violence, making him attack strange men in bars, and have fits of 
breaking glassware in his tiny, studio apartment. 

The sexual savagery in him was too great to be restrained, even for two 
weeks. Tod paced the tiny room he lived in, like a great, trapped jungle 
cat. His sexuality churned in him. He needed to lash out. He needed to hear 
the whistle of a whip through the air, and the satisfying bite of it as it 
sank into vulnerable, soft female flesh. He needed to see a female cunt, 
gaping and exposed to him, drooling blood and love juice, palpitating with 
the need to be punished and penetrated. 

Tod realized that the school he would be attending, the Herald Computer 
School, was the perfect recruiting ground for the group of followers he 
wanted to initiate into the practice of the principle of pleasure and pain. 

When the class was over, he approached a sexy, voluptuous brunette girl. 

"Hello," he said, "my name is Tod, and I'm a new student here." 

"Hi," she replied, "I'm Rina." She gave him a bright friendly smile. Tod 
searched her eyes for some sort of sexual message, but none was there. This 
cunt, he thought, isn't falling for me as fast as they usually do. Normally, 
girls approached him. Here, he had actually approached this cunt, and she 
was just giving him the bright friendly treatment. He was used to instant 
bedroom eyes. Of course, her noncommittal friendliness challenged him. 

"Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?" he asked. 

"Thank you," she replied, still giving him the bright friendly, but totally 
asexual smile. "I don't think I can. I have so many errands to do this 
afternoon." 

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said suavely. "Perhaps another time." 

"Sure," she replied. "Why not?" 

The next morning at classes, Tod made a point of sitting next to Rina. She 
acknowledged his presence with a slight nod and no more. Give her a taste of 
my prick, he thought to himself, and she'll learn how to behave, and fast. 
Then, I can give her a taste of my whip. That will really teach her. Tod 
realized that he wanted Rina, and she was the challenge he was looking for. 
He was determined to get her, at any price. 

After the class, he invited her for coffee again. This time, she accepted. 

As they were sitting at a table in the nearby cafeteria, Tod pulled out a 
sheaf of papers. 

"What are they," Rina asked curiously. 

"These are some questionnaires I have," Tod explained. 

"Questionnaires about what?" she asked with interest. 

"You see," Tod began, "I'm in this school to learn all about computers, but 
I have a hobby, psychology. I read a lot of books on the subject, and I hope 
someday to become expert at it. I want to correlate psychological data with 
computer programming, and thus combine my hobby with my career." 

"How fascinating," Rina exclaimed. Tod noted the interest in her eyes. He 
suddenly realized that the way to get this girl's attention was to combine 
some sort of intellectual, mental interest with sex. She obviously had a 
brain, and he must seduce the brain before he could have the cunt. 

"I would like to ask you a favor," Tod said. 

"Sure," Rina replied. 

"I'm new here, as you know, and I don't know any of the students. Now, my 
latest project, correlating computers and psychology, calls for these 
questionnaires to be filled out by at least twenty people." 

"I see," Rina said. "And how can I help you with that?" 

"You could perhaps ask your friends in the school to fill them out for me." 

"Why can't you do that yourself?" Rina asked. "Not that I wouldn't mind 
doing it. In fact, I'd be glad to help you out. It's just that handing out 
those questionnaires might be a good way for you to meet people." 

"I agree with you," Tod said. "In fact, that's a very good idea, but I'm a 
bit shy, and I would really hesitate to approach perfect strangers with 
these questionnaires." 

"Why?" Rina asked. "Are the questionnaires of a personal nature?" 

"You hit the nail on the head," Tod exclaimed admiringly. "What a pleasure 
to talk to such an intelligent girl." 

"Why thank you," Rina said, blushing with pleasure. He had been right, Tod 
realized. Get her in the head first, then in the cunt. "But tell me," Rina 
continued, "what are these questionnaires about?" 

"They are about sex," Tod said. He looked deep into her eyes, checking for 
any reaction of fear or disgust. He found none. 

"I see," Rina said calmly, "that's very interesting. A lot of people are 
researching sex habits, and feeding them into computers these days. The 
results are fascinating, too." 

"I know," said Tod excitedly, feigning enthusiasm. "I'm very excited about 
this new project, and I suspected that you would be too. That's why I'm 
asking you to help me." 

"Well ... " Rina hesitated. 

"But I think you should be the person to help me," Tod said quickly. "I 
really admire the quality of your mind." 

Rina was obviously pleased and flattered again. 

"Sure," she said, "I'll be glad to. In fact, I'll give them to all of my 
friends by the end of the day." 

"Terrific," Tod said. "Maybe we can get together tonight, at my place, and I 
can explain the details of my project to you." 

His obvious enthusiasm intrigued Rina, and she got caught up in it. She 
didn't know yet that his enthusiasm was for something other than the 
intellectual, research aspects of the questionnaire. 

"That sounds great," Rina said. "I'm really interested. Your enthusiasm is 
catchy!" 

"Well, I'm certainly glad you caught it," Tod said, giving a sexual edge to 
his voice. 

To his delight, Rina did not remain cool and noncommittal. The sexual 
message in her voice was obvious as she replied, "I'm glad I caught it too." 
She looked at him quickly, but so quickly, that Tod couldn't be sure if she 
was getting cock hungry or not. But, he didn't want to press her. After 
exchanging addresses and phone numbers, they parted, promising to see each 
other in a few hours. 

Later, in the early evening, Tod excitedly prepared special cocktails for 
the evening, very special cocktails. They contained a generous two pinches 
of a special aphrodisiac that he had gotten in San Francisco. 

When the doorbell rang, and Rina walked in the door, Tod was ready for her. 

"Hi," she said brightly. 

"Welcome," Tod said. "I'm really glad to see you." 

He took her coat and offered her a cocktail. They sat on the couch together, 
slowly sipping the drinks. Tod usually didn't spike his drinks with an 
aphrodisiac, since he never needed one. He was always ready to fuck and whip 
and throw himself into any kind of sexual activity that offered itself. 
Usually, he spiked only the drinks of his would-be victims. But this time, 
he wanted to get really hot himself, so hot, that the power of his mind and 
body would radiate animal sexuality, and he would be irresistible to Rina. 

She would be sensitized by her spiked drink already, so when he came on to 
her with sexual advances she would be doubly susceptible. 

"Well," Rina began, "tell me about your project." 

"This is going to be difficult," Tod laughed. "You see, the drink is getting 
to me already, and I'm having a hard time organizing my thoughts." 

"That's, funny," Rina mused. "I feel the same way. Normally, I don't get 
drunk very fast, but tonight I feel really giddy, and I haven't even downed 
half the drink." 

"I know," Tod agreed. "It must be the chemistry in the air." 

"What do you mean?" Rina demanded. 

"It must be the chemistry between us," he said. He looked deep into her 
eyes. His pupils dilated powerfully, so that only a narrow blue rim remained 
of the irises, and the blackness of his pupils seemed to swallow up the 
blue, like the darkness swallowing the day. 

Rina wanted to laugh and turn away, but she couldn't. There was something 
about his look, about his eyes that captured her and held her. She didn't 
know what it was, and she didn't like it, because she didn't like to be 
under anyone's power. But that's what was happening, and suddenly, she knew 
there was nothing she could do about it. This fabulously handsome, golden 
blonde man was getting some kind of a hold on her. 

For a moment, Rina had an intuitive flash that warned her of the evils and 
dangers that this involvement with Tod promised, but, her fleshly nature won 
over. 

The longer he looked directly, unblinkingly into her eyes like that, the 
more her cunt began to tingle with desire for him. His eyes, getting bigger 
and blacker, seemed to swallow up her mind and take it to some dizzying, 
orgasmic sexual oblivion. 

Of course, Rina didn't realize that it was the chemical he put in her drink 
that was in part responsible for this strange sexual power Tod had over her. 
She simply felt herself so overcome with desire, with sexual desire for Tod, 
that she felt her mind, and her will power being blotted out completely. 
Before she sank into the black sea of his eyes, into the sea of sexual 
oblivion he was drowning her in, the dwindling, fast-fading remainder of her 
rational mind told her that she had run across an unusual man, and an 
unusually sexual man. 

Of course, she thought it was only his powerful personality, and his even 
more powerful sexuality, that was doing this to her, so she gave him credit 
for much more than he really was capable of. She thought him to be much more 
than he really was. 

She was incredibly impressed, and incredibly drawn to him, so much so, that 
suddenly, without warning, she felt her body sink into his. She felt her 
huge, high and heavy tits push into his arm. 

Before she knew what was happening a strange sexual purring sound arouse in 
her throat. She began to rub her tits against Tod's arm, slowly and 
sensuously, the way a cat rubs itself against a master's leg. 

She felt her cunt tingling with desire for him. Suddenly, his hand reached 
out and covered her crotch. The fire that sprang up from between her legs 
effectively destroyed all resistance in her, and all the powers of 
rationality that she possessed. 

Rina began to quiver, and moan shamelessly, but she didn't know it was 
happening. She didn't know what she was doing. 

Tod, too, felt the sudden surge of his savage sexuality leap up inside his 
body. Every ounce of his lust, and every inch of his body was suddenly 
directed towards this girl. He wanted her desperately. 

He wanted to possess her completely, the way he had possessed Alana, his 
slave. However, he was much more aware of what was happening, because he was 
used to the master role, and he had, after all, staged this whole thing with 
the express intent of seducing the voluptuous brunette, and initiating her 
into the rites of pleasure and pain. 

Besides, his dose of the love chemical had been smaller than the dose he 
gave Rina, so that his mind was still clear to a degree. 

But he knew that the time had come, the perfect time to begin. 

He rubbed his hand slowly over Rina's crotch, until the volume of her 
lust-crazed moans increased. Meanwhile, his other hand was unbuckling his 
belt. He was going to slip the belt out, and begin to give her light teasing 
little flicks with it, just to see how soon and how easily she could get 
used to the idea. 

But he knew he would have no trouble when Rina suddenly spread her legs wide 
apart with the sudden force of a lust-crazed cat in her. 

As her full, voluptuous thighs flew open, Tod bent over to see the flesh, 
and to see the hot, pulsing cunt between it. The thighs were perfect, 
milk-white and unmarked. Obviously, they had never been marked. If they had, 
Tod would have been able to spot them immediately. He had been whipping and 
beating women for years now, and he could recognize a skin that had been 
marked or maimed in any way at one glance. 

But that definitely was not the case with Rina. She was a virgin, for S&M 
purposes. He bent his head deeper down into her crotch and between her legs. 
He could see a stain, a darkening, spreading stain on the crotch piece of 
her panties. Her cunt had been wetting for several minutes now, obviously, 
and even as he was watching it, another hot load of love juice must have 
shot down her cunt canal, because a fresh stain of moisture marked the 
panties. 

Tod quickly and quietly took his belt, which was now completely out of the 
notches in his pants, and wound it around his right hand. Rina was lying 
back on the couch, her head thrown back on the head rest, her eyes tightly 
closed in a senseless spell of lust. Her widely outspread legs quivered with 
the familiar beat of lust. 

Tod took the belt and began to stroke the crotch piece covering her cunt 
with it. First, he gave the cunt gentle sliding strokes with the belt, 
strokes that felt like caresses. In fact, Rina, in the drugged, sex-crazed 
state she was in, probably thought it was Tod's hard, masculine hand that 
was caressing her cunt, and not his belt. It probably never even occurred to 
her that he would use a belt to stimulate her cunt Since she had never been 
into an S&M scene, it would have been a totally alien and ridiculous idea to 
her. 

But Tod knew that it would soon become familiar to her, very familiar and 
very desirable. She was ripe to be whipped, and her cunt was drooling and 
throbbing for sex, any kind of sex. 

Tod slowly increased the hardness of the belt strokes. Before, he had just 
run the leather up and down the length of her cunt and the cunt was still 
covered by the stained silk panties. But now, he decided in favor of 
stronger measures. He lifted the belt a few inches off the cunt surface, and 
let it land lightly on the cunt, with just the hint of hurting in it 

He wanted to see what her response would be. 

To his amazement, Rina began to writhe with pleasure. Tod couldn't believe 
he had hit upon a natural masochist on his first try. His instinct must be 
flawless, he thought, if he could smell out a masochistic cunt after just 
one glance, one brief conversation. He couldn't believe it. It seemed too 
good to be true. 

Incredibly, Rina even began to push her hips up, thus bringing her cunt up 
to meet the light blows of the belt. 

Now, thought Tod, was the time to introduce her bare skin, and her bare cunt 
to the feel of leather. He put his belt down. 

"Stand up," he snapped at Rina. 

"Oh, oh, what did you say?" she moaned, her head rolling back and forth on 
the headrest, her hips still thrusting up into the air, wanting to meet the 
belt blow. 

"I said, stand up," Tod repeated roughly. 

"I can't," Rina moaned, "I can't move. I don't want to move." 

"Well what do you want to do?" Tod asked impatiently. He knew he must still 
put on a show of being gentle and polite with her. Too much rough treatment 
too soon might snap her out of the spell of savage sexuality he and the 
chemical had put her in. 

"I want you to do what you were doing before," she moaned. "It felt so good. 
It felt better than anything else I ever felt." 

"What was I doing before?" Tod asked. He knew that if he could get her to 
say it out loud, to say that he had been striking her cunt with his belt, 
and that she wanted him to do it some more, a giant step would have been 
made towards initiating her into the rites of pleasure and pain. 

"Do it again," she moaned. Her hands began to move towards her cunt. She 
began to beat down on her cunt with her fists, gasping with lust each time 
one of her fists hit the soft, gaping sex space between her legs. "Do it 
again," she repeated. 

"Do what?" Tod persisted. 

If he could only get her to say the words, to actually ask him to beat her 
cunt with the belt, he could relax for the rest of the evening, and enjoy 
himself beating her body, her belly, her breasts, and her cunt blue and 
bloody. He could feel at ease with the knowledge that she knew what was 
happening, and wanted it as much as he did. 

Still, Rina continued to moan and writhe on the couch, with her hand 
alternately beating and rubbing her cunt. 

"You better say it," Tod threatened. "You better tell me exactly, 
specifically what you want me to do, or I'm going to throw you out of the 
apartment." 

Rina started to a state of semi-consciousness. The idea that he would throw 
her out, that he would no longer offer her the delicious, tingling sexual 
arousal and satisfaction that shook her whole being, and took it into a 
nirvana of nothingness, horrified her. She needed whatever it was he had 
been giving her in the past few minutes. She needed it badly, and she 
realized that she would stop at nothing to keep on getting it. 

"I-I want you to touch me with your belt," she moaned. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he snarled. "I didn't touch you." 

"Yes, you did," she moaned. 

"No. There is another word for what I did to you," he insisted. "You better 
say it out loud to me. You better admit it or I'm going to punish you by 
throwing you out of the apartment." Rina hesitated for a moment. "Right 
now!" he bellowed for emphasis. 

"You hit me!" Rina screamed. "All right, you hit me!" 

"I hit you where?" Tod insisted. 

"You hit me right between the legs," Rina said. 

"What is that part of the female anatomy called, that part which rests 
between the legs?" Tod persisted. 

His forehead was breaking out into a sweat. He was expending a great deal of 
psychic energy in breaking this girl. He was already exhausted. Besides, he 
was spending even more psychic energy restraining himself, stopping himself 
from throwing his body on top of hers, and brutally chewing out her cunt, 
while simultaneously beating her breasts with his belt. 

She aroused him, there was no doubt about it. She aroused him more than any 
girl he had ever met, including Alana, and that was saying a lot because 
during the first few sex-crazed months of their relationship, Tod was as 
dependent on Alana as she was on him, even though, ostensibly, she was the 
slave and he was the master. 

Tod stood towering over Rina, his belt raised high in his hand, ready to 
strike. He would have given anything to be able to let himself go, to be 
able to really bring the belt down on her body again and again, so hard and 
so fast that the force of it alone tore all her clothes and ripped them off 
her body. But he knew he had to break her mind first. He had to get her to 
pay exactly what he wanted her to say. He had to get her mind to admit his 
domination. 

"Where did I hit you, Rina?" he asked. "You better tell me." 

With a sob of defeat, Rina covered her face with her hands. "In the cunt," 
she screamed. "You hit me in the cunt." 

"That's better," Tod said. "What did I hit you with?" 

"The belt," Rina moaned, "the belt." 

"Now," Tod said sternly, "repeat the whole sentence again." 

"What sentence?" Rina asked, stalling again. 

"Do as I say or you go out this instant," Tod screamed. 

"You hit me in the cunt with your belt," Rina gasped, her head collapsing on 
her chest with humiliation. 

"Did you like it?" Tod asked in an oUy voice. 

He waited a few seconds for a reply, but Rina didn't move. He saw two large 
tears rolling down her cheeks. She was almost broken, he thought. Just a few 
more pushes, and she's as much my private property as my boots, or my belt. 

"Come on, Rina," he repeated. "Did you like it?" 

"Yes," she whispered, her whole body shivering with fear and horror at the 
strange sick sexuality she was letting herself get sucked into. 

"Yes," she gasped, "I liked it." 

"Do you want me to do it again?" Tod demanded sternly. 

"Oh yes," she gasped. She looked up at him with her tear-stained face. "I 
know this is crazy, and I know this is sick, but I can't help it. I want you 
to hurt me. I want you to punish me. I want to feel you whipping my cunt, 
whipping my whole body, every inch of it until I am delirious with pain." 

"I see," Tod said, scornfully. "And what if I choose not to do this to you?" 

"Oh, no!" Rina gasped with horror. "Please don't even say that!" 

"I can say whatever I like," Tod said. "Remember, I am the master here." 

"Yes, yes," Rina gasped. "But please, don't say you won't whip me. Don't 
even say it. I can't stand the idea." 

"So," Tod sneered, "I see you are really anxious to be initiated into the 
rites of pain and pleasure." 

"I am," Rina said pleadingly. "I want you to show me everything, to do 
everything to me, everything there is." 

"Such as?" Tod asked in an oily tone. 

"I want you to whip my cunt with the belt. I want you to whip it so hard 
that the lips swell up, swell up so much that they cover my whole slit, and 
block the entrance to my cunt. Then you can fuck me, and your prick will 
have to ram in real hard and real rough to get past those puffed-up swollen 
cunt lips," Rina said. 

Tod actually burst out laughing. "You have a whole program planned out, 
don't you? And here I thought you were the pristine little innocent. You've 
probably been an S&M queen for the past five years." 

"No, no," Rina cried. "I swear that isn't true. Nobody ever touched me 
before the way you touched me. Nobody ever hurt me like that before." 

"I'm glad to hear that," Tod said. His face darkened with selfish lust. "I 
want you to be my property, do you understand? I want you to be an object, a 
thing, a cunt, a hunk of flesh that belongs to me. I want to be able to do 
anything I want to you, even to kill you and have you beg me to do even 
more. Do you understand?" 

"I do," she sighed. 

Slowly, she raised her hips off the couch and slipped her hands under the 
elastic band of her panties. As she slid them off her hips and over her 
knees and ankles, she let them drop to the floor with a sigh of resignation. 

Tod looked at her naked exposed cunt for the first time. It was a bushy fuck 
of dark brown hairs, matted with the sticky slime of her come. 

It was one of those tight, tiny slits, as much as he could judge, since it 
was completely covered with come-matted cunt hairs. 

"Pick your cunt lips apart," he ordered. 

"Yes," she replied. 

"Yes, master," he corrected her. 

"I want to get a good look at my property, Tod laughed. "You might turn out 
to be a bad investment, who can say?" 

"What do you mean?" Rina gasped in fear. She was mortally afraid that Tod 
would suddenly find some fault with her, some reason for rejecting her and 
throwing her out of the house. 

"I mean," Tod said laughing brutally, "that you should never judge a woman 
until you've seen her cunt" 

"I'll show you," Rina said eagerly. "I'll show you everything," she said. 

"My dear, you have to show me everything. It's not up to you anyway. 
Remember that you are my property, and your cunt, your ass-hole, and every 
part of your body and your being belongs to me. You are nothing without me, 
without my painful, piercing, penetrating punishment. I define your 
existence because I define your sexuality. If I do not honor you with my 
belt blows, if I do not honor you with my prick, stabbing and thrusting into 
your cunt or your ass-hole, making you bleed again and again, you have no 
reason for existing." 

"I know that," Rina breathed. "I know that now." 

"Get over to the bed and lie down on your back," Tod snapped. 

"Yes," Rina said humbly. 

"Yes, master," Tod corrected her again. "I don't want to have to tell you 
how to address me again," he said threateningly, making the belt flick 
through the air. 

"I'll remember next time, master," Rina promised. 

"You better remember. For a smart girl," Tod sneered, "you're a very slow 
learner. That displeases me." 

"The last thing I want to do is displease you," Rina wailed. "Please tell me 
anything I do wrong, any time I do it." 

"You better believe I will," Tod snarled. "Now get your ass over to that 
bed!" 

Rina got up off the couch. Even though the effects of the drug itself was 
beginning to wear off, she still felt it hazing her mind a little. But as 
she weaved over to his large double bed, she knew that whatever it was that 
was fogging her mind, was the incredible power and strength of Tod's mind, 
and his relentless, ruthless, and dominating personality. She knew now, 
consciously, that she was in his power, and that she was there by her own 
free choice. 

As she walked over to the bed, she realized she was still dressed. 

"Would you like me to strip, master?" she asked Tod. 

"Of course," he replied coldly. "You should have done that already." 

"I'll remember next time," she promised humbly. 

"Now, take all those rags off your body," Tod snapped. "I want to see every 
inch of you. I want to check out my new property from angle to angle." 

A slow, wicked grin stretched his lips. His immense blue-black eyes seemed 
to widen into incomprehensible, bottomless wells containing all the lust and 
sexuality of the universe, or so it seemed to Rina as she gazed, hypnotized 
once again, into them. 

She felt as though she would drown if she continued to look into his eyes. 
She would drown in some hideous, yet incredibly pleasurable orgasmic sea. 
Her whole body would explode and shatter into invisible slivers. She would 
be annihilated. 

That's what she wanted. She wanted Tod to annihilate her, to beat her and 
abuse her into a savage kind of sexual unconsciousness. She wanted him to 
ram the bulging prick she saw pressing against the fabric of his pants into 
her. She wanted him to fill her so much with his lustful, dominating 
savagery, that her cunt would literally explode with agony and blood, 
sending her into the blissful abyss of non-entity that all masochists need. 

Her fantasies with Tod and his role in her life were cruelly shattered when 
he held the belt in his hand, and said, "I want to fuck you in the cunt with 
this belt, but I don't think it's hard enough." He looked at the belt 
thoughtfully. "One of my whip handles is the obvious answer." 

He turned to his chest of drawers. Rina stood over the bed, ready to weep, 
to collapse with disappointment This is not what she imagined at all. She 
thought she would get some more smooth, delectable belt blows, just to warm 
up her cunt, and make it hurt enough to make the whole fucking process more 
interesting. 

But she certainly expected to be fucked by Tod's prick. After all, wasn't 
that the whole point? Wasn't that the way it was done? She wanted him in her 
desperately, she wanted to feel that immense bulge welling up inside her 
surging up to new heights of strength and sexuality. Her disappointment was 
boundless when she realized that his prick would not enter her body. That, 
for her, was the best part of fucking, and of sex. All the rest was just 
foreplay, just little games to make it more exciting. 

She thought his whipping and his sadistic, dominating stance over her, 
physically and mentally, was just a part of the sexual foreplay, but she 
certainly expected to get it in the cunt-his prick, that is, not his whip 
handle or any other such thing. 

"Wait a minute, Tod," Rina began. 

Instantly, he swerved on his heel and looked at her coldly. She trembled in 
fear as she saw the cold threat in his eyes. She knew that it was hopeless, 
nothing she could say or do would have any effect whatsoever on the force of 
his will. She knew that she would only suffer for opening her mouth. 

But Rina couldn't stop herself. Sex was important to her, very important, 
and it meant a lot to her. She wanted it, and she wanted to get it in the 
way that satisfied her most, the classic missionary way, with the man's body 
pressed hard on top of her, and his erect, come-loaded prick stabbing and 
slamming into her cunt. 

But now she didn't want it with anyone else except Tod. She was in his 
power, she admitted it to herself freely. But how would they ever coordinate 
their sexuality? They had to, she swore to herself. They had to because she 
wanted him so much, so suddenly, that it knocked the breath out of her lungs 
and left her weak with desire. 

"What?" Tod asked coldly. 

"How are we going to do this?" she asked quietly, careful to inject a note 
of humility into her voice so as not to offend him. 

His face turned into a cold mask of rage. "You are the stupidest cunt I have 
had the misfortune to run across in a long time," he said. Icicles seemed to 
drip from his voice. 

Rina shivered with fear. She knew she had already made a wrong move, and she 
knew she would just be getting herself in deeper and deeper if she didn't 
shut up, and fast. 

But the strength of her desire overpowered her logical common sense. "Tod, I 
didn't mean to annoy you," she began, "but-" 

"But nothing!" he bellowed, slamming a drawer in the bureau shut. He slammed 
it so hard that the whole piece of furniture shook and rattled against the 
wall. "Get this straight, cunt," he raged, "we don't do anything together. 
There is no such thing as we, understand that? There is no such thing as 
you. There is me and only me, and what I choose to do you have no say in. 
You are nothing. You are a mere object, understand? I do things to you. I do 
anything I want to you. You do nothing except take it all, gratefully and 
humbly, as befits a slave." 

Rina's only response was a stunned silence. She collapsed on the bed, 
moaning softly to herself. "What have I done?" she cried. "What have I done 
to myself?" 

"It's too late for regrets," he snapped. He walked over to the bed. "I'm 
going to fuck you in the cunt with this whip handle." 

"No, no," Rina begged. "Please no, not that, not like that." 

"Ha!" laughed Tod. "You must be kidding. You must be crazy to even try to 
talk to me like that. In fact, that's the only thing that's saving you from 
punishment, the fact that I realize you must be crazy." 

"That's not so, Tod," Rina said. "I love you and I want to feel your flesh 
inside me. I don't mind if you whip me or beat me or slap me. You can do 
anything you want to me, but this part is different. This part is special." 

"It is special, and my prick is special," Tod replied coldly. "It's so 
special that it will not defile itself and dirty itself by entering your 
filthy, slimy, diseased cunt." 

"I don't have any disease," Rina protested. 

"You do, you do," Tod creamed frantically. "You have to have a disease. You 
have a disease just because you are a female, and you have a cunt. That cunt 
is a vessel of filth and horror." 

"Oh no, no!" Rina moaned. "For the first time I see you and I see how sick 
and crazy you are." 

"But you won't leave, will you?" Tod asked with a sneer. 

"No, I won't leave. I don't want to leave. I can't leave you now." Rina's 
head fell on her shoulders. 

"Why not?" Tod asked, but his tone betrayed the fact that he already knew 
the answer. 

"I don't know why," Rina said weakly. "But you've done something to me. I 
don't know what it is, or how you did it, but you have some power over me, 
some sort of crazy sexual power." 

Tod let out a low snickering laugh. "I know I do. That's why you are my 
slave and I am your master. It's all very simple, really." 

Rina collapsed on the bed, a sob of despair racing out of her body. As she 
lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Tod approached her. 

He held the whip handle towards her and wound the actual tongue of the whip 
around his wrist. 

"See this?" he asked, towering over her. She opened her eyes. He stood there 
with the whip handle moving slowly, inexorably towards her cunt. "You're 
going to get this right where you want it least, and it is going to hurt 
like hell." A loud, evil laugh ripped out of his throat. He bent over Rina. 
The whip handle got closer and closer to her cunt. 

She was stiff with fear; frozen, helpless, and immobilized. Yet, somehow, 
some force moved in her. That force made her slowly spread her legs apart 
and open her thighs. It made her expose her cunt to Tod's brutal punishing 
weapon, and make the two lust-wet gaping lips smack open. 

Tod watched her carefully, and caught the meaning of her gesture. She was 
his, he knew, until the day that he chose to discard her. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

He stood over her at the side of the bed. Even though he had no feelings 
towards her, he was able to appreciate the quality of her submission. It had 
that touch of resistance that tantalized him. Of course, she had submitted 
in the end, and she would gladly, pleasurably submit to the whip-fucking he 
was about to give her, but he liked the hint of defiance that he caught from 
her. It was much more exciting than Alana's abject and totally 
self-degrading surrender. He hoped the girl still had a lot more kick in 
her, because half the fun, he had learned the hard way, was in breaking 
these cunts in. The sooner they got broken, the sooner it got boring. 

And after his experience with Alana, Tod knew that boredom could be even 
more deadly than a total lack of opportunity for sexual and sadistic 
release. 

He glanced at Rina. His eyes were tightly shut, and she was gritting her 
teeth to brace herself against the pain she knew was coming. For a second, 
Tod wanted her to watch it all. He wanted to make her sit up, propped 
against the headboard of the bed, and see the tough, thick and brutal whip 
handle force its way past her cuntfolds, pierce the tightly muscled cunt 
ring, and surge savagely into the depths of her cunt canal. 

He might bet some pleasure out of that, he thought. But suddenly he changed 
his mind. It reminded him of Alana, and of her absolutely sickening, 
exaggerated submissiveness. She had enjoyed watching everything he did to 
her, and the bloodier, the more repulsive it was, the more she wanted to see 
every detail, and wallow in it. 

No, Tod decided, he would let Rina remain in her prone position, with her 
eyes tightly shut It gave him more of a feeling of control anyway, because 
that position, and the fact that she couldn't see anything, made her that 
much more vulnerable and helpless. And that was what he liked. 

"You're going to get it right in the cunt with this whip handle. You're 
going to hate it, but you're going to love it." 

"I know," Rina sobbed. "That's the terrible part. I hate it and I love it at 
the same time." 

"You need it," Tod insisted. "And you need it from me." 

'That's true. It wouldn't be the same with any other man," she admitted. 

"Spread 'em now," he snarled. 

She stretched her leg muscles farther apart, so that both of her feet were, 
incredibly enough, touching the opposite sides of the bed. 

"Quite a spread," Tod laughed lewdly. "Just look at that tight hot cunt 
smack open. It's hungry, Rina. It's hungry for me, and for my punishment." 

"I know," she gasped. "I know, and I'm afraid of that hunger in myself. I'm 
afraid of it more than I am afraid of you, and of any punishment or pain you 
inflict on me." 

"That's good," he replied. "You. have the true mentality of a slave. It's 
always like that. The slave always really wants to be the slave. That's what 
keeps her in slavery." He laughed dryly. The girl was intelligent after all. 
Already she understood the basics of S&M psychology, and obviously, nobody 
had ever explained them to her. Yet she knew. 

As he looked at her quivering cunt, open and bubbling with love juice and 
white scum, he felt a sort of cold, intellectual appreciation for the way 
her mind worked, and saw. 

Suddenly, without warning, he brought the tip of the whip handle against the 
wet, dark brown pubic mat covering her cunt. Rina gasped and stiffened. 

He began to move the tip of the whip handle around her thick pubic thatch, 
moving it with a stirring action almost as though he were moving a spoon 
around to stir up a thick stew. 

Her hips began to writhe in instant response. 

"Oh no," she moaned, jutting her hips up into the air, "Oh no, no, no!" 

"You don't want it?" he asked. 

"I do, I do," she replied, "That's what I'm moaning about. If I didn't want 
it, it would be all right But I do. I want to feel the brutal pleasure of 
your brand of pain. I want to feel that horrible leather prong stabbing into 
me." 

"Just wait," Tod promised, "soon you will be begging me for it, and I will 
hold back, until you are frantic, frenzied with lust and longing." 

She didn't reply. She sucked her breath in from the strength of her desire. 
The muscles under her smooth, milk-white thighs were beginning to quiver 
with lust. She even arched her back, jutting her cunt out towards him, and 
his punishing leather rod. 

Tod noticed the thick, slimy wad of scum that had gurgled out of her twat. 
It was so rich, and so thick that it broke through the dams of her tight, 
swollen cunt lips, the inner and the outer ones both, and stood bubbling and 
quivering at the surface of her cunt. 

Skillfully, he swirled the tip of the whip handle around inside that wad of 
scum, picking it up on the leather, and coating the rod with it. 

As she felt the increasing pressure of his leather pseudo prick against her 
cunt lips, she moaned loudly with pleasure. Tod realized that already, she 
was ready for him, and her cunt was at a height of hunger for all the pain 
and pleasure he could give her. But he held back. He knew that only when she 
actually begged him, not with her body, as she was doing now, but with her 
mind, that his penetration and punishment would have the greatest effect. 

"You do want this, don't you," he mused. He was still amazed at the 
quickness of it all. From one day to the next, she had turned into his 
slave, and into a very good slave at that. He marveled at his own powers, 
granting Rina some small credit for her good taste and good sense. 

"Yes," she gasped, "I do really want it, and badly." Her sentence dwindled 
away into a gasp of lust. 

Tod continued to swirl the stick around in her pubic thatch. Then, 
suddenly,, he lifted the come-smeared leather rod off of her cunt, and gave 
her a smart, sharp blow on the flesh of her inner thighs. 

A scream of lust ripped out of her mouth. He had, Tod realized, discovered 
one of her most sensitive parts: the inner thighs. He repeated the sharp 
blows there, using the rod with greater and greater effect with each blow. 

Now, Rina was literally bouncing up and down on the mattress. Her whole body 
thrashed regularly and rhythmically with the familiar beat and motion of 
coitus. The girl was actually having an orgasm, Tod realized, and he hadn't 
even shoved his stick inside her. 

He saw her fists clenching and unclenching with the force of her lust. Then 
suddenly, a loud cat-like yowl of ecstasy ripped out of her throat. She 
opened her fists, and grabbed onto the sheets with the desperation of a 
dying, drowning swimmer. She was already there, Tod realized. She was 
already inside that black well of sexual oblivion that is the true home and 
the true refuge of all masochists. 

He realized that he would have to act, and act fast, because if she got lost 
in the depths of her self-degrading masochistic lust too soon, and with so 
little push and participation on his part, he would not be able to make 
enough of a mark on her mind. 

Suddenly, he held the leather rod high above her body. After a few seconds 
of absolutely no contact with the instrument of punishment, Rina's writhing, 
frenzied body began to grow still. She opened her eyes and looked at him, 
almost calmly. 

Now was the time to penetrate her, fast and hard Tod knew. Without warning, 
he brutally jammed the leather stick into her cunt, shoving it past both 
pairs of cunt lips, shoving it pi the tight cunt ring, and shoving it deep 
into her wet, tender cunt canal. 

It all happened so fast, that Rina's initial reaction was minimal. Her eyes 
widened with disbelief, and her mouth opened wide in a soundless scream. 
Before she knew what had hit her, the stick was already impaled deep inside 
her cunt, and Tod was pumping it furiously, viciously, in and out of the 
tender, sopping wet cunt canal. 

Then, slowly, after the fifth or sixth stab with the leather whip handle, 
the reaction began to set in. Rina's expression of shock and surprise 
changed. Her features began to twist into a tortured mask of agony. Her 
mouth drooped downward, as her teeth bared viciously and her eyes squinted 
with agony. 

When the sensation of pain finally hit her, she was already bleeding freely 
from her cunt, and the whip handle that Tod had been stabbing inside her was 
so covered with the rich, smooth-flowing blood, that the come that had 
covered it was no longer visible. 

A muffled scream burst from her lips. Tod noticed it, and noticed that it 
was muffled. He knew then that she was not completely out of her own control 
and in his power. If she had been, she would not have been able to muffle 
her screams, as she was obviously doing. Somewhere, in some part of her 
mind, she had not yet drowned in the well of self-annihilation that she was 
really looking for, and that she could find with the help of his brutalizing 
sexual punishment. A part of her was still conscious and in control. A part 
of her still remembered the neighbors, and the undesirability of letting 
loud, piercing, and blood-curdling shrieks rip out of her throat. 

That was good, Tod thought, because he didn't want the police banging on his 
door, but it was bad because she was still in control of herself, even to 
some small degree. 

He swore under his breath, angry that he could not provide the kind of 
surroundings necessary to his brand of pain and pleasure, and his type of 
sexuality. 

It had been different in San Francisco, where he and Alana had lived alone 
in a huge old house far at the end of a sparsely traveled dead-end road. 
There, Alana, and all of their frequent visitors, could scream and howl and 
beg for mercy, or punishment, to their heart's content, never having to 
worry about neighbors or about the police. He reflected bitterly on the 
inconveniences of city living. 

As the scream muffled in Rina's throat, and gurgled down to the volume of a 
low moan, Tod, stick still in hand, rushed to his radio and turned it on. 
That was a signal to her that she could let herself go a little bit more, 
and it was also an expression of his desire that she should let herself go, 
and let herself slip out of her own control and fall completely into his. 

But the spell was broken. When Tod returned to her writhing, spread-eagled 
figure, and her bleeding, quivering cunt, he knew that the initiation was 
over. And he knew that all further games of pain and pleasure were over, for 
that evening at least. 

Rina silently got up off the bed. She managed to reach her purse before the 
blood sliding down her legs had reached the floor. She took out a sanitary 
napkin, and placed it between her legs to catch the remaining blood. 

As she was pulling her clothes on wordlessly, Tod looked at her. She would 
be good he knew, and she was already his. That made everything even better. 
He could relax now. 

The next evening, Rina returned, according to his orders. She brought four 
of her friends with her. Amazingly, she had managed to collect all the 
questionnaires, and go through them, sorting them out, and weeding them out 
until she came up with the four people she had brought with her that night. 

According to his orders, she had already given them the lowdown about what 
was going on, and why the questionnaires had been distributed. Tod wanted it 
that way. Now, he and these four people, two men and two women, and Rina, 
could enter directly into their painful pleasures, without any sly and coy 
introduction, any beating around the bush. They knew what they wanted, they 
realized they could get it by becoming a member of the group he was 
starting, and they had come to get it. The whole arrangement was that cut 
and dried. That was the way Tod wanted it. 

"I'm John," said a tall, swarthy, muscular man. Tod looked at him 
appraisingly. He knew that John would be good student. The dark, jungle 
glint in his eyes bespoke eloquently that he was familiar with brutality, 
even though he had probably never indulged in it on a sexual plane. His 
body, too, was perfect. He looked, in fact, remarkably like a dark version 
of Tod. His muscularity was of the same smooth, cat-like kind, and his 
movements held the same sinister grace. Tod was pleased. 

"I'm Tod," he said, shaking hands with John. When their hands clasped and 
met, a peculiar electricity passed between them. It was a good sensation, 
Tod thought, a sensation that revealed the nature and depth of their 
understanding. 

He turned to the other man Rina had brought. 

"What's your name?" he asked. 

"Willy," said the tall blonde boy. As they shook hands, Tod appraised him. 
Willy had a heavy Southern accent that showed even in the one word he had 
uttered, his name. Willy was very tall, like Tod and John, but his build was 
completely different. He had the crude bulging muscularity of the boxer or 
the professional wrestler. His shoulders were immense, broad and rippling 
with power that manifested itself even under the jacket he wore. His hands 
were huge and reddened. His thighs were almost splitting his pants' legs 
apart, they were so thickly muscled. Willy reflected a primitive, clumsy 
kind of caveman brutality that provided a perfect contrast to the cat-like 
grace of both Tod and John. 

Tod then turned to the two girls. One of them, Susan, pleased him 
immediately. Susan was a tiny, petite girl whose long, thick silky black 
hair fell past her waist and brushed delectably against her ass as she 
moved. Her huge black eyes were so shiny that they seemed to be perpetually 
filled with tears, tears for some unknown but overwhelming sorrow. 

She had gigantic overripe breasts-breasts that despite their size, hung high 
on her chest. Her waist was incredibly tiny, incredibly pinched. It swelled 
out to the lushest, broadest pair of hips Todd had ever seen. Her legs were 
shapely, and long, yet not too long to provide an awkward contrast with her 
full, lush figure. 

When his eyes met Susan's, Tod instantly knew that she was a natural 
masochist, the kind that almost has to be born, they are so perfect. He was 
pleased, but he still preferred Rina. Much as he liked this Susan, she would 
not threaten Rina's place as his favorite because she was too much like 
Alana. 

She was like Alana not in physical appearance, because Alana had been a tall 
slender ash-blonde, but in mentality. Susan, Tod realized, would become too 
quickly and too easily that worst of all possible things-the too-perfect 
slave. He had just discarded a too-perfect slave, and he remembered very 
well how boring and tedious they can become. 

Susan, he realized, would be a valuable member of the group, because he 
thought every group needed an absolutely submissive, and absolutely 
self-abnegating female slave, but she could never be his favorite. Already, 
he was a bit repulsed by the blatant begging for punishment he saw in her 
eyes. 

He gave her a small tight smile, then turned to the other girl, Laura. Here 
is one cunt I may have trouble with, he thought. For an instant, he felt a 
flash of irritation for Rina. But he knew it was not justified. She had done 
a remarkable, commendable job of picking out the members of his group. If 
one of them was less than perfect, it was his fault, not hers. He had been 
too lazy to go through the questionnaires himself, and had passed that 
tedious task onto Rina. 

As he looked at Laura, he realized that she might not be such a mistake 
after all. She was off-key for the tone he wanted to establish in the group, 
but just off-key enough to add spice and interest. 

This Laura, a tall, blue-eyed redhead, was probably more into giving 
punishment than receiving it, he realized. She might even be interested in 
women, too, but that was not at all bad. 

Tod had participated on several occasions in S&M orgies where lesbian 
sadists and masochists had been included. He remembered that he had watched 
with great interest and had even been aroused by the spectacle of 

Daisy, a brutal, black-haired S&M queen, alternately whipping and licking 
the cunt of Berry, her cute, blonde little slave. These S&M dykes have a 
certain style, Tod thought, a certain flair and drama. In fact, it might be 
a very good thing that Laura would be included in their group. 

He met her tough, suspicious blue-eyed stare. He let his eyes soften a bit 
with welcome, and she responded immediately with a smile. In that exchange 
of glances, everything was said, so that nothing actually had to be spoken. 
Laura knew that Tod knew her tendencies, and that he had accepted them, and 
in fact, welcomed them on second thought. 

As if by some wordless agreement, all the men and women in the room stripped 
naked. They dropped their clothes where they were standing. Again, without a 
direct command, Susan scurried around noiselessly, picking up all the 
clothes, folding them neatly, and piling them on top of a corner armchair. 

Tod noticed her action, and he realized that the group could function 
perfectly, like clockwork. Susan knew that it was her place to do all the 
menial, most tedious chores. Rina had simply stood by silently, watching, 
while Laura had adopted, an aggressive, dyke-type stance, her hands on her 
hips. Her eyes had followed the soft nude form of Susan's body, devouring 
every inch of it. 

This is going to be a good group, Tod thought with satisfaction. 

As they sat down on the floor, he stood up in their midst. He picked up the 
whips, riding crops and paddles that he had laid out on his bed. 

"You may or may not be familiar with these instruments," he began. 

"They know," Rina interrupted. Instantly, Tod's foot slammed into her 
crotch. As she doubled over in surprise and agony, he looked at her coldly. 

"No interruptions, cunt," he snarled. 

"Oh terrific," John laughed. His dark eyes lit up with pleasure at the sight 
of Rina's helpless, convulsed body. 

"Beautiful," Laura laughed. "We're going to have a lot of fun together." 

"Well, then, let's begin," Tod said. 

"I don't know how," Willy drawled. 

"Oh you'll learn," Tod said. "Just give yourself a little time, and you 
might turn out to be the best master of us all," he laughed looking at Juan 
then back at Willy again. A slow smile spread over Willy's face. 

"I think I'm going to like this," he said. "Let me have one of them there 
whips." 

"Sure," Tod said, handing him a whip. 

"And I'll take one of them paddles, too," Willy said enthusiastically. 

Suddenly, Tod realized that this group could easily turn out to be a mad 
free-for-all. That was the last thing in the world he wanted to happen. He 
had been involved in the rites of pain and pleasure for a long time. He knew 
well, only too well, how important it was for all the members or 
participants to understand the beauties and mysteries involved in those 
rites. He had seen S&M orgies that were no more than fuck and fight fests, 
with fists, whips, and various instruments of torture flying and flailing 
through the air. 

It had happened once in San Francisco, where a gang of bikers and a gang of 
devil worshippers had gotten together with an well-established and well-run 
S&M group. The chaos and horror that had resulted had brought squads of 
police to the scene, and had made all the newspapers, nationwide too. 

Tod realized he should explain to the new members of the group, none of whom 
were familiar with the rites of S&M, not only the technical ins and outs of 
the particular brand of sexuality they had chosen to follow, but also the 
theory behind the practice. 

A lack of proper explanation had resulted in the scandals in San Francisco, 
because the bikers, first and foremost, understood only brute violence, and 
none of the physical or psychological intricacies behind the rites of 
violence and sex. 

The bikers, in fact, never mixed the two, violence and sex, except when they 
indulged in a rape or a gang-bang. They didn't even see the beauty of the 
connection that existed between sex and violence. They didn't even know 
there was a connection. 

The devil worshippers were an infinitely more sophisticated crew, but they 
too, separated sex from violence. At least, thought Tod, the devil 
worshippers were familiar with ritual and with the importance of ritual. So, 
they had some advantage over the bikers when it came to understanding the 
ritual of S&M, and in fact, they themselves were looking for ritual. 

"I think I should say something about the whole nature of sexuality we have 
chosen to follow," Tod said. "First of all, I'm assuming that none of you 
people were ever formally involved in an S&M group." 

"You're right," Rina said. Again, Tod gave her a brutal kick that landed 
squarely on her belly. A shrill shriek of agony ripped out of Rina's lips, 
and she doubled over to the floor again. 

"Terrific," Willy said, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her voluptuous, 
fleshly body writhing and shuddering on the floor in the throes of sheer and 
nonsexual agony. 

"Beautiful," John said. "You must learn karate, my friend. I will teach you 
if you like." 

"I want to learn too," Laura shrilled. 

"That figures," Tod said. Even the reaction of the group at that moment 
irritated him. He didn't like all this commentary, and laughing. It sounded 
like a bunch of rambunctious teenagers at a brawl. 

"Why did you do that?" Susan asked meekly. 

Tod glared at her. "First of all, I am one of the masters, and what I do is 
not to be questioned by you, who are nothing more than an object, a hunk of 
flesh, a slave." 

"Kick the shit out of her," Willy yelled enthusiastically. 

"Break the dumb cunt in half," John sneered. "Or let me do it for you." 

"Now wait a minute, wait a minute," Tod said. He raised his hands 
instinctively to silence the crowd. And it worked. Tod caught that fact, and 
realized that once again, the ritualistic gesture of uprising one's hand for 
silence, worked wonderfully well. Again, he had just proven to himself, 
without even realizing it, the importance of ritual and the importance of 
introducing ritual to this group. 

"Well shut up," Willy offered. 

Tod didn't bother to even look at him. "First of all," he said, "I kicked 
Rina again because she presumed to speak when she was not spoken to. I was 
asking the people who weren't here before, and she knew that, but 
impulsively, she had to open her big mouth and say something. This is not 
allowed. It is unforgivable behavior in a slave." 

"How do we know who is a slave and who is a master?" Willy asked. 

"Your question is unnecessary," Tod said stiffly. "A master knows he is a 
master, and a slave knows she is a slave. Nobody ever has to tell them what 
they are. They just automatically fall into their right and proper roles." 

"Yeah?" Willy said dubiously. 

"Sure," Tod snapped impatiently. "Tell me, Willy, what do you feel like, a 
master or a slave." 

Willy's face brightened. "A master, for sure," he replied. 

"There, you see?" Tod said. "We all know, everyone of us, who we are, and 
what we came here for. Now, how about you John, what do you feel like, a 
master or a slave." 

"I am a master," John replied proudly and without hesitation. 

"Laura?" Tod asked, turning to the tall, powerful redhead. 

There was a moment's silence as all eyes turned to Laura. She stood 
speechless for a moment, wondering if she should admit to her dominating, 
lesbian tendencies. She wanted to, because they were real, they were the 
true expression of Laura and her sexuality. Yet, she was still not sure that 
she would be accepted as a member of the group if she admitted to her 
leanings, in the way of dominance and in the way of gentler preference. 

For all she knew, they might want all the women to be submissive slaves, 
something she could never be, because it went totally against her nature. 
And if there was one thing Laura had learned the hard way, it was always a 
mistake to go against your own nature. Even if you hated and despised it, 
you had to be true to it, because it was your identity, and it was all you 
had. 

The silence became embarrassing as Laura's mind swirled with thoughts and 
doubts. She looked over the group of faces watching her intently. It 
figured, she thought, that they would want her to be a submissive female 
slave. Looking at the division of men to women, it worked out that way. 

There was Tod, a master, and Willy, another master, and John, again, another 
master. Susan and Rina were the slaves for two masters, and she, the third 
female, should have been the female slave to another male master. 

Laura was suffering intense mental agony as she stood frozen speechless in 
the midst of her dilemma. She didn't want to be rejected. She wanted and 
needed the kind of sex this group had to offer. Yet, if she didn't meet the 
demands of the group, obviously, they wouldn't accept her. Why should they? 

Tod watched her carefully. He understood her dilemma, and he knew exactly 
what was going on in her mind. He realized that she didn't have the courage 
and self-confidence to say what she really wanted and who she really was. He 
respected her less for it. But he wanted her in the group, and he knew he 
would have to encourage her to speak, or else she would lie, since she was 
so overcome by fear. If she lied to him, he would have to reject her from 
the group, he knew, and he didn't want to do that. 

"Go ahead, Laura," he said in a neutral voice. "Tell us what you really feel 
like." 

"I feel like a mistress," Laura blurted out. 

Her reply was greeted with a stunned silence from everybody. 

"Why, I swear, that girl is a fucking unnatural creature," Willy drawled in 
outrage. "Whoever heard of a cunt being a mistress. It's not right." 

"Shit," John said vehemently. His disapproval showed clearly on his face. 

Rina remained silent. She stared at the floor. Tod looked at her. He 
realized that she too didn't have the courage to say what she actually felt. 
He was sorry he had discovered that aspect of her personality. He lost a bit 
of respect for her, just as he had lost his respect for Laura. 

Tod looked at Susan, waiting for her to speak up. She only looked up at him 
with her great, submissive liquid eyes. Suddenly, Tod realized his mistake. 
Susan was a better slave than he was a master. 

"You may speak, Susan," he said to her, realizing that she would not under 
any condition open her mouth until she was told to do so, and expressing 
given permission to do so. 

"I have nothing to say," Susan replied quietly. "I am a slave, and it is not 
my place to express an opinion, or even have an opinion." 

"Very good," Tod said sternly, trying to regain his composure after Susan, 
the more perfect of the two, had unwittingly showed him up like that. 

Meanwhile, Laura was trembling with fear and shame. She had already resigned 
herself to being thrown out. She reflected on it bitterly, thinking that she 
had been asked to tell the truth, and she had told the truth, and now, they 
were all rejecting her for it, and spitting on her for it. That, she 
thought, is just the way it is. Fuck them all. 

Suddenly, Tod spoke, "I think it is fine that Laura is a mistress and wants 
to be a mistress." 

"What?" Willy whined. "I never heard of such a thing, a cunt wanting to be a 
master, I mean a mistress. What the fuck is that?" 

"Yeah," John said belligerently, "what the fuck is that? Whatever it is, I 
don't like it one bit." 

"Wait a minute," Tod said, again raising his hands to silence the crowd. 
"This group is formed to allow us all to express ourselves sexually, and to 
expand our sexual horizons. We want to try everything, even if it is new and 
different." He paused for a moment to let that sink it. 

"Yeah," Willy said enthusiastically, "I want to try everything. I want to do 
everything too." 

John still maintained his surly silence. 

"Well," Tod said patiently, "This is one of the new things we are going to 
try with sex, letting Laura be a mistress." 

"I'm not going to let any cunt beat up on me, or play mistress with me," 
John shouted angrily. 

"No, you got it all wrong," Tod said. "Laura likes chicks, can't you see?" 

"What?" Willy and John said in unison. 

"I'll be," Willy added as an afterthought. 

"You see," Tod said, "she's not going to beat up on any of us, on any of us 
masters, that's not her thing." 

"Well," John said sullenly, "as long as she doesn't fuck with me, I guess 
it's okay." 

"I'll be," Willy said, still amazed at his first view of a real live 
lesbian, right before his very eyes and within touching distance. He stared 
at her like she was an animal in a zoo. 

"We can all watch," Tod said. He was beginning to feel irritated, like he 
was addressing a group of stupid, hostile kindergarten kids. These fuckers 
don't know a thing about sex, he thought to himself. Then he realized that 
along with the pleasures of being the master of a group, he had to recognize 
and accept the responsibilities, too. And this, he thought, was one of the 
burdens. 

They seemed to like the idea of being able to watch. 

"What about the other cunts?" Willy asked. "Will they be able to take 
getting worked over by her?" he asked, gesturing towards Laura with his 
head. 

"Nonsense," Tod snapped. "They are slaves, Willy, get that through your 
head. They have absolutely nothing to say about what is done to them. 

"Oh, yeah, that's right," Willy replied thoughtfully. 

Just as Tod was beginning to loose his patience with them all, and beginning 
to regret his new position as S&M master, John spoke up. 

"Listen, what you said before, you'll have to explain it to us some other 
time! My whip hand is itching so bad, it's driving me crazy. I want to whip 
the shit out of one of those cunts, and I want to do it right now." 

"Fucking right," Willy yelled enthusiastically. 

"Let me have one of them paddles," said John. 

Tod handled him a paddle. John got up and walked over to Rina. 

"Lie down on your stomach, cunt," he bawled. "On the floor." 

Instantly, Rina twirled around to a prone position, her stomach flat on the 
floor and her white, rounded buttocks jutting up invitingly into the air. 

All the others cleared a space for John. Now he and Rina were alone in the 
middle of the room. John devoured every inch of her luscious, perfect body 
with his eyes. 

"Spread 'em, cunt," he bellowed, towering over her. 

Instantly, Rina reached back with her hands and spread her ass cheeks apart. 

John gave her a brutal kick in the hip. Rina muffled a scream of agony. "I 
mean spread your legs, you dumb drooling cunt, not your ass. I don't want 
your ass-hole, at least not yet." 

Quickly, she outspread her legs at the thighs, so that they formed a huge, 
upside down V. All eyes were glued on her as her full, voluptuous form 
spread itself to receive John's punishment 

Amazingly enough, Rina's hips began to beat a staccato of lust against the 
hardwood floor. 

"Come on," she moaned, "come one." 

"Look at that," Laura marveled. "The crazy cunt is actually begging for it. 
Wow." She gazed admiringly at the girl's luscious body, her eyes devouring 
every inch of it, eagerly and hungrily. It was obvious that Laura couldn't 
wait her turn to beat Rina herself. She rubbed her hands together with greed 
and lust, yet with frustration. "Come on, why don't you give it to her, 
John?" Laura urged. 

'Take it easy, woman," John snarled. "You'll get your turn." 

Then, suddenly, without warning, John brought the flat, hard wood of the 
paddle down on Rina's bared buttocks. The sound of wood stinging against 
flesh reverberated throughout the small room, and sent shivers of delight 
down the spines of all the group. 

Each one of them threw him or herself into the beating, putting the 
identification on either end, that of the person giving the beating, and 
that of the person being beaten. 

Gentle, fragile Susan, especially, entered into the beating wholly. Her body 
quivered with passion as the first paddle blow fell on Rina's naked ass. Low 
moans of lust escaped from her lips. Tod noted her reaction carefully. This 
one, he thought to himself, enjoys it so much, she even gets off watching it 
done to other people. That was good, he thought. It's always more fun if you 
enjoy watching other people being beaten. It fills out the time better, 
because since you can't be the center of attention all the time, especially 
in a group, it helps to be able to enjoy just watching group activities. 
Susan, for sure, was an enjoyer of that brand. 

As the second paddle blow fell on Rina's bare ass, and Rina writhed and 
muffled her screams of pleasure, Susan suddenly spread her legs, even though 
she was in a sitting position. She dug her hand hard into her crotch and 
began to play with herself. 

This astounded Willy, who still thought that masturbation was basically 
evil, and best called self-abuse. He stared at Susan incredulously. 

"I'll be, look at the girl," he said. "Got no shame!" He looked eagerly at 
Tod. "Ain't you going to punish that cunt for what she's doing? Ain't you 
going to beat the living shit out of her?" 

"No," Tod replied quietly. "That's not the way things are done." 

"But you got to punish her somehow. Will you look at her! She's playing with 
herself. That's wrong and you know it," Willy exclaimed. 

He looked around at the other group members for support. But all of them 
were engrossed either in the spectacle of John beating Rina, or of Susan 
playing with herself. 

"What a bunch of perverts!" Willy exclaimed. His protestations grew weaker 
as he realized that nobody was shocked, or even cared. 

He wondered, for a split second, how it was possible for any one to publicly 
masturbate, and not be punished, cruelly and brutally, on the spot. Why, he 
remembered how his grandfather used to sneak into his room on the sly and 
try to catch him masturbating, so that he could punish him. 

He even remembered the close watch kept on the bathroom whenever Willy or 
his brothers went in to take a piss or a shit. The door, which couldn't be 
locked from the inside, just from the outside, would burst open, and his 
grandfather or mother would burst in. If they found even the slightest hint 
of an erection in the pissing or shitting boys, they would instantly take 
them out back, and paddle their asses black and blue. 

That was the rule. Yet, all these crazies were disregarding that basic rule. 
Willy didn't realize that when he walked into the room, he had passed beyond 
the pale of all normal, conventional sexual relationships. He still clung to 
some of his old ideas, finding no contradiction in the fact that he was 
there, as a participant in an S&M orgy, and at the same time he was offended 
and outraged by another member's masturbatory activities. 

He lumbered to his feet. "I can't stand by and watch this wickedness," he 
said pompously. 

"Shut up," Tod hissed. "Shut up and sit down." 

"No," Willy shouted. "If none of you will see the difference between right 
and wrong, and uphold the right while chastising the unworthy, I guess I'll 
have to do it." 

He grabbed one of the whips in Tod's hand. Tod willingly relinquished it to 
Willy, realizing that this latest and most ridiculous development was 
perhaps necessary in the growth of his knowledge of the group. Besides, it 
might be fun to see that great golden gorilla, Willy, beat up on the tiny, 
frail Susan. 

Willy approached Susan with his whip. 

"Just watch you don't hit anybody else with that," Tod said. "Otherwise, do 
what you like." 

"You bet," Willy returned enthusiastically. 

Susan saw him approaching her. Her eyes caught sight of the whip in his 
hand. 

"No," she shrieked. "Don't do it!" 

Willy's cock swelled at the sight of her fear. His massive organ jerked 
erect. Its hideously huge glans bumped against the flesh of his belly, well 
above his navel. That's how long his dong was. 

"I'll do whatever I like," he bellowed, "and don't you forget it. You're 
nothing but a slave here anyhow." 

"No, no," Susan screamed. She wouldn't have minded being beaten by Tod or 
John, but this man was different. 

His rough, barbed wire brutality frightened her, much more than it aroused 
her. She liked punishment and she wanted it, but she wanted it administered 
to her with a certain gentleness, a certain perverse grace and beauty. She 
didn't want to be beaten, whipped, raw and bloody by this huge, hulking 
brute. That was not her idea of pleasure. She turned to Tod imploringly. 

"Please don't let him do it to me," she gasped. "Anyone but him." 

Tod understood everything. He understood Susan's repugnance to Willy, and he 
realized that he himself was to a great degree revolted by Willy and by his 
coarse brand of brutality. 

"He can do whatever he wants to you, Susan," Tod said coldly. He could 
hardly force the words out of his mouth, but he knew they had to be said, no 
two ways about it. They couldn't start playing favorites, at least not yet. 
Not so early in the game. That would divide them against each other fatally, 
and perhaps even destroy the group before it had really begun. 

Later, when they had more sense of cohesion among themselves, perhaps each 
one of them, even the slaves, would be freer to choose who punished them, 
and how they were punished. But for now, that was impossible. 

Willy walked up to Susan, a menacing leer twisting his lips. "You're going 
to get it, girl. You're going to get it so bad that you won't be able to sit 
down for a week!" He licked his lips enthusiastically. 

"Oh, don't let him do this to me," Susan implored looking at Tod with huge, 
worshipping eyes. 

Tod looked away coldly, concentrating on John and Rina, who were both in the 
throes of mutual lust and deep into the satisfaction of giving and receiving 
punishment. 

Tod knew he must side with Willy, even though Willy offended him as much as 
he offended Susan, and no doubt for the same reason. But he must stick by 
the masters, he knew, no matter what else happened. 

He heard the whistle of the whip through the air. He knew it was Willy 
beating Susan. He made himself look. He had been wrong. Willy had yet to let 
the evil, biting whip tongue sink into her soft white flesh. He had merely 
been swinging it through the air above her head, trying to crumble her 
psychologically first. He knew the subtleties of punishment, even though he 
had never been taught. It was instinctive to him, Tod realized, and more 
basic and primeval than in any of the others. 

Tod detached himself from the group, mentally and emotionally, even though 
he didn't move a step. Looking around at Rina and John, already engaged in 
their mad, pleasure and pain-giving, and Susan and Willy about to indulge 
themselves in the inimitable lusts of pain and pleasure. Only he and Laura 
remained unattended to. But that was all right. Both he and Laura could 
wait. Their turn would come. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Susan crawled on the bed, moving like a frightened child facing inevitable 
punishment, punishment she was not quite sure she deserved. 

"I'll teach you to play with yourself," Willy bellowed. "I'll teach you to 
stick your hand into your cunt like that, you slut!" 

"Oh," Susan whined helplessly, automatically, almost to herself. She knew it 
was not going to do her a bit of good to address any more pleas either to 
Tod or to Willy. What she had to do now was figure out what approach would 
satisfy Willy the most, and the quickest. 

"Punishment will befall you evil whore of Babylon, at the hands of my whip," 
Willy babbled. He was getting lost in his role of punisher, so much, that 
his tongue began to twist. 

But he gave her the clue she needed. Obviously, Susan realized, Willy had to 
pretend he was punishing her for her own good, because she had done a wicked 
thing. He couldn't let himself realize that he was punishing her because he 
enjoyed it, and for no other reason. Now, she knew what to say to appease 
him, and how to play along with him. 

"Punish me," she wailed. "I have done wrong." 

Willy was astounded for a split second. He couldn't quite understand this 
sudden reversal on Susan's part, then he remembered that was how it had 
always been when he had been punished as a child: at first, the senseless 
protests, the pleas for mercy, then, the realization that one had really 
wronged, and that punishment was the only just and purifying force that 
could wipe clean the evil committed. 

"You bet your ass you've done wrong, playing with yourself like that, 
sticking your finger in your cunt, and moving it around like that inside," 
he yelled. "That's wrong." 

"Punish me, please, beat me, whip me, anything. I deserve it. I need it," 
Susan wailed as if on cue. She could see that she was taking the right tack. 
Already, Willy was becoming involved with the theory, the why and the 
wherefore of her punishment, and was neglecting the punishment itself. 

Susan, clever as she had been, forgot one thing that simply by delaying her 
punishment, she was not necessarily making it lighter or shorter when it 
finally came. 

Suddenly, without warning, she felt the bite of the whip sink into her 
flesh, crisscrossing it from the back of her buttocks, across her arm, and 
finally, across the nipples of her two huge, melon-like tits. 

A gasp of agony ripped out of her mouth as her nerves, at first numbed by 
the incredible force of the whip blow, began to loosen and relay the message 
to the pain and pleasure centers of her brain. The brutal whip was wielded 
by an expert hand. She had forgotten that. Willy was a farm boy, had been 
all his life. He knew how to wield a whip skillfully, extracting from each 
move the maximum possible punishment with the minimum possible effort on his 
part. 

A twisting horrible welt swelled up over the surface of Susan's maimed, 
china doll flesh. The welt had broken skin at its center. When the body 
finally reacted to the cutting the blow inflicted on it, it reacted with a 
bright spurting of blood, gushing out of the cut all along the welt-mark. 

Susan gasped when she looked down at her frail body. It seemed to her that 
the whip welt cut at least an inch deep on her flesh. It seemed that the 
twisting red mark wound its way over all of her body, and marred it forever. 
She was so petite and tiny, that a mark of that length and depth overwhelmed 
her body. 

Tod looked over casually, tearing his eyes off John's delectable and 
skillful paddling of Rina's quivering, naked ass. When he saw the blood 
gushing out of the monstrous welt winding around Susan's body, he rushed up 
to Willy, and grabbed his arm. He got the arm in his grip just in the nick 
of time, because Willy was about to let loose with another whip blow, 
certainly every bit as deep and as brutal as the first one. 

"Wait a minute," Willy raged, when he realized what was happening. 

"No, you wait a minute," Tod said. "Take it easy, you ass-hole!" 

Willy struggled desperately to escape Tod's grip, his body growing taut and 
firm as the muscles strove to break Tod's easy, snake-like hold on him. "You 
mother-fucker," Willy gasped. "I'm punishing this girl. How do you dare stop 
me, when I am an agent of punishment" 

"Shut up and listen to me," Tod gasped, breathless from the effort it took 
to hold Willy down. 

"Listen nothing," Willy raged. "I was sent to punish this girl for the crime 
of self-abuse. Do you know what that means, self-abuse? She was playing with 
herself!" Willy's incredulous outrage would have been funny but for the fact 
that it could result in permanent damage to Susan. 

"Look," Tod began slowly, "calm down and let me explain something to you." 

"Ain't nothing to explain," Willy raged. "She wronged, and she's got to be 
punished." 

"No, wait," Tod insisted, "you can't whip her that hard. She's not a mule or 
a horse. You'll kill her if you whip her that hard." 

"Nah!" Willy said. "That's what my mammy always said to my daddy when he was 
whipping me. But look at me now, alive as ever. Never did kill me at all!" A 
note of pride in his voice made Tod shiver with disgust. He had gotten 
himself more than a natural punisher and master. He had gotten himself a 
mental case. He knew he had to call forth all his powers of concentration to 
still this crazed giant, who suddenly envisioned himself as a chosen 
instrument of punishment. 

"Listen," Tod explained. "We can't whip them too hard. Otherwise, they will 
take a long time to recover from their wounds, don't you see? And the longer 
they take to recover, the longer we will be deprived of the pleasure of 
punishing them, and fucking them, and making them suck our dicks, don't you 
see?" 

"What?" Willy demanded. 

"Sure," Tod said quietly, insistently, pushing his point. "They are not 
mules. If you whip them too hard, they'll get sick, and those marks will 
stay on their skin, and they won't look pretty any more. Don't you see? We 
masters have got to go a little easy on them, or else they'll sicken on us 
and maybe even die." 

"Yeah, yeah, that's true," Willy said, the light of understanding shining 
from his brow. "Why I remember that's what happened to one of Pappy's mules. 
He beat her so hard that one day she just up and couldn't take any more. Got 
so sick she stopped eating and then she died. That left Pappy short four 
hundred dollars. Mammy always said it was justice done made that mule die." 

"You know," Willy said thoughtfully, "it's not often that I'll admit I was 
wrong, but this time, I got to do it. I got to say it. You are right. I will 
have to learn to beat them less." 

Finally, Tod released him. "That's the only way to do it," he said. "We are 
responsible for them, just like you'd be responsible for your animals. You 
got to watch out for their health, know what I mean?" 

"Sure I do," Willy said. "You don't have to say another word. In fact, I 
think I'll finish the job with a riding crop instead of this whip, just to 
show you how much I understand what you been trying to tell me." 

Tod breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he had made this ass-hole 
gorilla see reason. Thank goodness, he thought, maybe there was hope for him 
after all. For a second there, Tod was afraid that Willy would have to be 
eliminated from the group. 

Still, Tod eyed him warily as he went over and picked out a riding crop. 

"On your back, sister," Willy ordered Susan. Slowly, painfully, the tiny 
girl rolled over on her back. When Tod saw her spread her legs and expose 
her cunt to Willy's punishment, he knew it was all right. Obviously Susan 
still wanted punishment, and her gaping cunt, turning freely and willingly 
to Willy's punishing hand was proof of that. 

This time, Willy's approach was different. He stroked the cunt with the 
leather crop tongue, very gently, so gently that Tod was amazed. He couldn't 
believe that those gigantic, rough reddened hands were capable of such slow 
sensuous movement. 

But it was true. Even as he watched, Susan's body began to respond to the 
light, teasing pain that Willy was skillfully giving her. The bitch forgets 
fast enough, Tod thought, as he watched her legs strain to stretch apart 
even more so that her cunt would open up to him. 

The incredible dark, hairy cunt muff, gaping wide apart, revealed two sets 
of reddish-pink cunt lips. The pussy flaps were shining, dewy with come 
already. Tod reasoned the cunt moisture must have slid down her cunt canal 
while Willy was giving her that one incredibly brutal whip blow. So, he 
thought, even that stimulated her, even though she was in excruciating pain. 
He was almost sorry now, that he had stopped Willy. If the cunt enjoyed it, 
may as well let her have it. 

Willy raised the crop a bit higher into the air and off the wet, gaping cunt 
so that his blows, when they fell, hit a little harder and a little deeper. 
As he released the power of his hand, and let that power flow into the 
leather, then sink into her cunt flesh, Susan moaned with pleasure. 

"Do it harder," she begged. "Work that whip so that the tip goes right 
inside my cunt." 

"That's hard to do," Willy said. His face frowned with concentration. He was 
using a riding crop, even though Susan insisted on calling it a whip. 

Willy wasn't used to handling riding crops. They were instruments of the 
rich, who rode horses and who rode after hounds. Willy had hardly ever seen 
one from close up and even though he was a farm boy, he never rode on a 
horse. They only had horses to pull shit, he thought, and mules. They only 
used whips on them. 

He felt amazingly clumsy with the short delicate riding crop in his hand. 
His aim was bad and he knew it. Even though he could hit a fly off a fence 
post with a long whip, he could hardly hit the huge, gaping cunt gash that 
spread out right in front of his eyes, not three feet away. He tried again, 
but this time, he was so nervous and insecure that he missed Susan's eager, 
hungry cunt altogether, and struck instead at her inner thighs. 

A moan of disappointment ripped out of Susan's lips. "Whip my cunt," she 
said angrily. "The cunt. It wants to be punished. It has to be punished." 

"I'm doing my best," Willy muttered. He somehow slipped into the ridiculous 
and degrading role of a student, one who can't quite follow the instructions 
of the teacher, hard as he might try. Willy was reminded of his horrible 
grade shool days when he was the laughing stock of his school because of his 
stupidity. 

That sudden flashback in time did it. It threw him off so completely that he 
not only missed her cunt, but her thighs too. Incredible enough, the tip of 
the crop slammed against her knee, but so hard that it raised a bloody 
little welt there. 

"I can't stand it," Susan shrieked, beating her hands furiously into the 
mattress. Her head rolled back and forth with rage, and her entire body 
stiffened and convulsed with anger. 

Tod quickly went up to her, thinking that Willy was once again overdoing it, 
and beating her bloody with one stroke of the crop. He was amazed when he 
saw Willy's blushing face and the crop hanging limply from his hands. 

"What's going on here?" he demanded. Before Willy had a chance to say 
anything, Susan spat out, "That ass-hole doesn't know the first thing about 
riding crops. He can't whip my cunt because he doesn't know how to handle 
the crop." 

Tod stared incredulously at Willy. The shamefaced look about him convinced 
him that it was true. Willy didn't even know how to hold a riding crop. 

Tod took the crop out of his hand. "Let me show you how," he said. "You 
watch carefully." 

Tod swung the crop up into the air. As he brought it down, it bit directly 
in between Susan's gaping cunt lips and struck deep inside the palpitating 
flesh between them. When she felt its blow, she gasped with pleasure, and 
her hips began to pound up and down on the mattress, playing with the crop. 

"Wow," Willy said with amazement. "You sure do know how to handle one of 
them things. Me, I never used one before tonight." 

"It's a matter of practice," Tod said. He looked back at Susan's cunt, which 
was easily the hairiest, darkest, sexiest cunt thatch he had ever seen. He 
had been used to staring into Alana's gold and pink cunt for so long that he 
forgot the stimulation that a dark, jungle-like pubic patch can arouse. The 
most stimulating thing, he thought, is the color of the flesh in dark-haired 
cunt. like Susan's they were all of a peculiar color, completely different 
from the pale pink of blonde cunts. The darker the hair got, the redder and 
darker the cunt flesh got. 

Susan, who had the most incredibly black hair and cunt thatch, followed that 
rule. The cunt flesh of her lips, both the fat, swollen outer ones and the 
delicately ruffled pink inner ones, was more reddish brown than pink. It was 
so dark as to be an angry, blood red, even when it wasn't stimulated or when 
it wasn't being beaten. 

And Tod liked that. For some reason, the change served to stimulate him. As 
he stared at the dark red cunt meat gaping open helplessly in front of him, 
he suddenly felt a churning of lust in his balls. He felt his prick stiffen 
and lengthen and begin to quiver with the impact. 

"I'll handle her this time," he said to Willy, "you watch. I'll try and give 
you a few pointers on handling a riding crop," Tod said. His voice was calm 
and even, disguising the strength of the passion for punishment that shook 
him. 

"Sure thing," Willy said. "That's a good idea. How else is a fellow supposed 
to learn?" He was relieved that he wouldn't be the object of general mockery 
because of his dismal failure to handle the crop and beat Susan's cunt to 
his and her satisfaction. His face turned into a frown of concentration as 
he carefully watched Tod. 

"It's all in the wrist," Tod said. He had a whole lecture ready in his mind. 
But when he let the first teasing, tingling whip blow fall on Susan's dark 
red cunt flesh, he forgot everything he planned to say. The powerful surge 
of his sexuality overwhelmed him. His prick was pulsing, throbbing, and 
hungry for the release found in a good, stiff cunt-whipping. 

His aim, too, was faulty, even though he was an expert at handling the crop. 
He was excited, so excited that his hands were shaking. The first blow fell 
on her cunt, but not at its exact center. The stinging, singing little whip 
slashed across her inner and outer cunt lips on a slight diagonal, missing 
the exact vertical line of the slit by a few degrees. 

Still, it was much, much better than Willy's clumsy ministrations. Susan 
felt it immediately, and knew it was a blow delivered by the hand of a 
master, both a master of the flesh, and a master of the crop, and the fine 
art of using both fearlessly, relentlessly, until the flesh and the crop 
merged in one thundering, agonizing crescendo of climax. 

Her hips jutted forward and up to meet the crop blows. 

"Stop it," Tod shrieked, realizing that her movements were partly the result 
of her efforts to compensate for his inaccurate aim. This offended him. 
"Don't move your cunt," he hissed. "Don't move at all if you know what's 
good for you." 

"Yes," Susan whispered, letting her buttocks fall back on the mattress and 
her body go limp. 

"Now," he said, "now I'm really going to give it to you, in punishment, too, 
because you presumed to participate in your punishment. 

You forgot that you were no more than a lump of flesh I have chosen for my 
pleasure. You acted on your own initiative and moved around. That is 
unforgivable You are not to move unless I command you to do so." 

"But sometimes," Susan whispered, "I don't move. It's my body that moves by 
itself and of its own will in response to the pleasure of your punishment." 

"That's different," Tod snarled, "very different from what you were doing 
and don't pretend to not know that." 

He slashed the riding crop down into her cunt again, this time much harder. 
The blow was propelled by his fear of the challenge she was presenting 
suddenly. Why didn't she just shut up and be what she was intended to be, a 
hunk of flesh, an insensible slave? He felt he had been challenged, and his 
cunning had been challenged once too often that evening. Breaking in a new 
group was exhausting. He felt more broken in than they did. 

He was annoyed at his weakness. When his crop slashed into her helpless body 
again, it was with all the rage and venom of a thwarted man, a man who feels 
suddenly surrounded by forces who will humiliate him and threaten his 
position. He lashed out blindly as if trying to beat off the fears and 
doubts that were assailing him. 

But in the frenzy of his rage, his instinct returned to him, and he brought 
the crop down again and again. Each time it hit its mark perfectly. Each 
time Susan's body convulsed with pleasure. Her cunt flaps twitched from the 
impact of the biting leather and from the spasming reaction of her own body. 

Susan began to moan rhythmically, each sound of lust and satisfaction 
ripping out of her body matching and timed to the shivers of lust that shook 
her. Her hips began to beat frantically down onto the mattress, so much so, 
that her pace anticipated Tod's crop blows. 

Tod recognized what was happening, even though the incredible sexuality of 
his prick was throbbing his brain into oblivion. He tried to keep up with 
her, to increase the rate of the crop blows to match the frantic, frenzied 
slamming of her body. 

But he was out of breath already. He was weary from the psychological strain 
of establishing and holding together a new group, and now, the challenge of 
giving this greedy, insatiable cunt a long, hard, and mutually satisfying 
cunt whipping proved too much for him. 

Suddenly Laura was at his side with a gigantic pink dildo. 

"Let me help," she offered. "I'll do her with this. That will keep her 
satisfied." 

"Good," Tod gasped. "I'll be able to go easy on the whipping." 

"Let me just slip in here," Laura said. She was gasping with excitement. Her 
massive breasts heaved and quivered with anticipation. 

"Where did you get that dildo?" Tod asked curiously. 

"I brought it with me, in my bag," she replied. 

"Do you always carry it with you?" he asked. 

Laura shot him a wary look. "Yes," she replied. 

"That's a good idea," Tod said, to put her at ease. "You never know when 
opportunity will knock." 

"True," Laura laughed. "It's come in handy more times than I can remember." 

Tod moved to the side of the bed. Susan was so aroused that she didn't even 
seem to notice the brief interruption in the administering of pain and 
pleasure. Her huge, reddened cunt, now drooling rich supplies of love juice 
readily, and considerably swollen from the accumulated impact of the crop, 
still palpitated hungrily. Her hips shuddered in time to the inner spasms of 
lust racing through her body. Tod noticed with amazement that she didn't 
need them anymore. 

She didn't need anyone anymore. He had brought her so close to the brink of 
orgasm by his expert crop blows that she was actually working herself into 
an orgasm with absolutely no assistance from anyone, not even from her own 
hand via auto-stimulation. Tod congratulated himself. He had done so well 
the girl could go solo, so to speak, after only about ten or fifteen minutes 
of him. 

But Laura had no intention of letting her go solo. She brought the huge 
obscenely pink dildo up to the very lips of Susan's cunt. 

"Wait," Tod yelled, interrupting her so roughly that Laura gasped with 
surprise. "Sorry to startle you, but I want to see if she can come by 
herself." 

"Oh no," Laura moaned. "Not after IVe been working myself up to fucking her 
like this for the past half hour." 

"I said leave her alone," Tod snapped. Hearing so much as the weak 
contradiction he got from this girl was enough to drive him to a fit of 
rage. He wanted to see Susan come all by herself. It was a point of pride. 
If she really did have an orgasm, he would have a better and more precise 
idea of his powers of stimulation. 

"Wait a minute," Laura said boldly. "Just because I have a cunt between my 
legs doesn't mean I'm like the other two cunts in this little group, 
remember?" 

For an instant, Tod didn't know what to say. He didn't quite understand her. 
Then he remembered: Laura was special. She was different and she was a 
mistress. He would have to give her wishes as much consideration as he would 
give to the wishes of Willy or John, the other two masters. 

"Okay, okay, Laura," he said placatingly. "Sorry about that." 

"That's more like it," she said boldly. 

She positioned herself at the foot of the bed, and then, as if on second 
thought, she pulled her tall, voluptuous body up onto the bed itself. She 
arranged herself in between Susan's legs, squatting on her haunches so that 
her own cunt hung out greedily and hungrily. 

The pussy flesh dangled over the bed. Tod stared at it, amazed. She had the 
longest, loosest flaps on her cunt that he had ever seen. The ruffles of her 
inner cunt lips dangled down a good three inches from the actual mouth of 
her cunt. Her red pubic hair glowed like a bush fire over the dark dangling 
flesh of her cunt. 

Tod could see Laura's cunt palpitating and quivering from lust and 
anticipation. She was shaking with a greedy kind of sexual hunger. 

Suddenly, without warning, she brought the dildo to Susan's pussy lips and 
began to stroke them. 

When the cool plastic made contact with the burning, searing lips of Susan's 
cunt, Susan's entire body stiffened convulsively. 

"I'm coming," she bellowed. "I'm coming." 

"Good," Laura said, "good. Now give it to her with the whip, Tod, make her 
come more intensely." 

For once Tod was relieved to have somebody else giving him orders. It took 
the burden of responsibility off his shoulders. For the first time since he 
himself was an initiate, he realized how relaxing it was to be a follower 
instead of a leader. For a second he felt a pang of regret that those days 
were over, over forever, and that he had no choice but to accept his destiny 
as a leader. 

Suddenly Laura shoved the cold hard dildo between the fleshy slit of Susan's 
dark red cunt lips. Susan writhed with pain. For the first time since her 
pleasurable beating began, she felt a sensation that was more pain than 
pleasure. Her face turned into a twisted grimace of discomfort. She 
shuddered in a spasm of agony. 

Her cunt lips were maimed much more badly than she realized. Only when the 
alien body of the dildo began to penetrate her, to push aside those swollen, 
pain-puffed purses of flesh, did she realize how much, and how badly she was 
hurting. 

She was overcome by a sudden panic, a phenomenon not uncommon to new 
initiates of S&M who, upon suddenly realizing that some harm is really being 
done to their bodies, some mark is being made that is irrevocable, have a 
surging, overwhelming moment of fear and panic. 

They realize of course, that they are in it over their heads already, but 
rather than making them sensibly resign themselves to their fate, and steel 
themselves for whatever may lie ahead, both in the way of pain and in the 
way of pleasure, this realization drives them to an even greater panic, so 
that they begin to thrash and struggle senselessly, madly. 

This is a phase that all initiates must go through, Tod realized as he 
watched the hysterical Susan begin to struggle. Yet, when it is all over, 
they realize more deeply, more profoundly, just how deep and 
all-encompassing the meaning of pain and pleasure is. 

"Struggle, darling," he whispered to her. "It's good for you." 

"No, no," Susan screamed. This time her screams were a bit too loud for 
comfort. Quickly, with one deft move of his body, Tod managed to cover her 
mouth so that her scream was stopped half-way, muffled by the brutal 
pressure of his hand. 

Tod made one mistake. He let a part of his hand, the edge of his palm, slip 
inside of Susan's mouth, right between her teeth. Then he left it there, 
returning his hungry stare to Laura, and to the pumping dildo in her hand. 

"Do it hard, now, Laura," he said, "really ram it into her cunt until she 
bleeds." 

"I would," Laura said, "but I'm afraid she'll start screaming and bring the 
cops." 

"No problem," Tod snapped, "can't you see I've got her mouth covered with my 
hand?" 

Laura's eyes flashed to the large, masculine hand that covered not only 
Susan's small, soft mouth but most of her face, too. She liked that. She 
liked the effect of it, covering the face like that, almost completely 
eradicating the features so that Susan lost all identity, and all humanity. 
She was, with the loss of her face, transformed into nothing more than a 
spread-eagled crotch, a gaping cunt, pulsing and palpitating in its greed 
for satisfaction. That was the way Laura liked her most. 

In her mind she still knew, of course, that this was the frail and beautiful 
Susan she was brutally fucking and abusing, but superficially, Susan was 
reduced to just another cunt, just another object for Laura's sexual 
pleasures and sexual needs. 

Like all S&M devotees, Laura related to her slave best that way, on a purely 
flesh level. 

"Okay," she said to Tod, "if you've got the mouth covered, I can really let 
loose, and let 'er rip." 

"Right," Tod said tersely. He wished Laura would get on with it. It must 
have been years since he had seen a dildo rape and he was as eager as a 
school boy to renew that delightful, invigorating experience. 

When Laura finally did locate the slit between the swollen, puffy cunt lips 
and stab the hard plastic dildo between the maimed flesh, Susan screamed a 
loud and long cry of anguish. Instantly, Tod stuffed his hand harder against 
her mouth. He smiled with satisfaction when he heard the muffled scream die 
down. 

But in the next instant, it was he who was screaming. Susan, to brace 
herself from the pain, had dug her teeth hard into the object between them, 
which happened to be Tod's hand. She had simply grit her teeth in an 
automatic response to the pain and the hand was right there. 

Tod yelled from the sharp sudden pain. He jerked his hand out of her mouth. 
Instantly he brought his hand back down, slamming hard against her face. 

"You evil cunt," he hissed. "You did that on purpose. How dare you, I'll ... 
I'll. . . " 

He rubbed one hand into another, in a vain effort to rub away the pain. 

By now, Susan's face was getting puffy from the impact of his blow. Tod 
glanced at her and thought idly that she just might get a black eye out of 
it. Serves her right, he thought bitterly. 

Meanwhile, Laura was on the brink of orgasm herself. She completely ignored 
Tod and the hand-biting incident. Maybe she didn't even notice it. Her 
panting body, and her spasming hips betrayed her total concentration in the 
savage dildo-fucking she was giving the young, tender cunt stretched out 
gaping in front of him. 

As the huge head of the plastic prick pushed farther into Susan's cunt, the 
girl gave a shudder of painful arousal. Now, the plastic prick head was 
entering the tightly muscled cunt ring. She felt the cold, unyielding 
plastic, so much harder and so much more brutal than actual human flesh, 
than an actual human prick, no matter how hard, begin to stretch the muscles 
of her cunt ring. 

"Oh no, no," she moaned, her head rolling from side to side on the mattress. 
"I can't stand it, I can't." 

"You love it, honey," Laura said from between clenched teeth. "You love 
every minute of it." 

"No, no," Susan protested. "Stop it. You'll fuck me up permanently. I'll 
never be able to have sex again." 

"Horseshit, honey. Laura wouldn't hurt you. Laura is a cruel mistress, and a 
hard mistress, but she wouldn't hurt you." 

Tod looked up in amazement as Laura spoke like that about herself, in the 
third person. He realized that she was talking to Susan as though Susan was 
a young kid, and she was her mother. 

Sick dog, he thought to himself. But never mind, who cares what she says, as 
long as she gives her a good dildo-fucking and I get to watch it, he 
thought. 

Laura was certainly doing that. Tod was impressed with the skill with which 
she fucked her. Laura made her clitoris quiver, and her cunt water with 
lust. She worked the dildo slowly in and out of the girl's gaping cunt, so 
that its hard plastic surface covered the clitoris, and all parts of the 
slit. 

Laura skillfully brought out the dildo so that only its tip remained lodged 
inside the girl's aching cunt ring. Then she gave it a few skillful twists 
which sent surges of exquisite agony racing through Susan's body. 

The painful twists of the dildo in her cunt made her spasm with lust, as her 
brain transformed the pain signals into pleasure signals. The strange 
transference occurred again and again until Susan was again on the brink of 
orgasm. 

"Oh, I'm going to die," she moaned. "Let me have the whip." 

Tod didn't even hear her, he was so engrossed in watching the skillful 
twists of the dildo Laura was applying to the girl's cunt, and using it to 
drive her to the screaming, creaming heights of an orgasm. 

"The whip," Susan screamed. "I want the whip." 

Startled out of his concentration, Tod looked at her face. It was twisted 
into a sick mask of lust. The eyes were wide open and glazed. Tod stared 
into them and saw that, even though her eyes were open, Susan was blind, 
blind with the savagery of masochistic lust at the point of being satisfied. 

He knew that that was the time when most ugly and sometimes fatal accidents 
happen. In the course of an S&M sex act, the masochist turns out to be the 
more savage of the two. When he or she is on the brink of orgasm, his greed 
for punishment goes wild and there is no pain, and no discomfort that will 
be too much. There is no torture that will be excessive. 

The masochist has been known, Tod realized, to beg the master and the 
punisher for new and greater torments. So great and so insatiable is the 
masochist's lust during that pre-orgasmic spasm, that it is not unknown for 
him to beg, to plead for death itself. 

This begging for punishment, plus the exciting and sexually arousing 
thrashing and spasming of the tortured body, serves to arouse the master 
even more. In fact, it sends the master into spasms of lust himself, and 
unawares, he suddenly begins to take orders from the slave. 

Each time the sex and punishment crazed slave screams more, the master 
responds with more. When the slave, beside himself and on the brink of an 
ego-obliterating orgasm, gasps harder, the master finds himself giving it to 
the slave harder, whatever it may be. 

If it happens to be a knife, or some other sharp instrument, the master 
could very easily find himself a master-murderer, with serious consequences 
resulting for himself. If it happens to be a tightening rope tightening more 
and more around some crazed masochist's neck, the master again finding 
himself to be a master-murderer. 

Tod wanted to warn Laura of this. He had witnessed such occurrences twice. 
The master had the consequences to bear, and they were heavy consequences, 
while the worthless, self-hating slave had exactly what he wanted, free of 
charge: the endless and eternal nirvana of oblivion, without pain, without 
responsibility, without obligations. 

Masochists were all powerfully death-oriented, Tod knew. They were on a 
death trip, and the death wish was die most powerful component of their 
psyches. But they got carried away in their frenzy for self-annihilation, 
and sometimes they carried the master away with them. 

That was what Tod was afraid of. "Go easy on her, Laura. She's crazy now. 
She'll ask you for anything because she doesn't know what she's saying." 

"Yeah, I get the picture," Laura replied. "I can sure see what you're 
talking about." 

"Good," Tod said, relieved to find at least one average intelligence among 
the new recruits. 

"She's a real glutton for punishment, this one," Laura breathed. "Such a 
sweet young cunt. How ever did you find her?" 

"Same way I found you," Tod said, smiling with satisfaction. That was his 
one great weakness, compliments. He liked Laura better right away. 

Laura continued to ram the gigantic plastic dildo into Susan's eager, 
swollen cunt. The cunt meat throbbed and palpitated in response. Susan was 
extremely excited, so excited that she couldn't really bear it anymore. She 
had been on the brink of orgasm for what seemed to be an interminable time, 
and she was exhausted. Yet the demons of lust would not give her release. 
They drove her body on mercilessly, making her writhe and shudder in a 
frozen, yet frenzied state of passion. 

She didn't seem to be making any progress towards climax. Laura, who was 
after all personally interested in her, and interested in her as a woman, 
wanted her to attain climax, a screaming, creaming totally satisfying 
climax, and at her hands. 

"Give her a little with the whip," she whispered to Tod. 

She knew that Susan was so insensible with lust, she would not be able to 
differentiate between the two forms of stimulation she was getting. Susan 
was beyond that. She would credit her orgasm entirely to Laura, and would be 
grateful to Laura. 

Tod let the riding crop flick across Susan's huge, melon-like breasts, that 
were so huge, they still protruded out into the air, despite the fact that 
she was lying flat on her back, and by all laws of biology, the tits should 
have been considerably flattened out. But they weren't, and neither were the 
nipples, which stood out firm and erect, incredibly huge. They, too, 
throbbed almost imperceptibly with each blow of the crop and with each 
thrust of the dildo. 

"I want to bring her to orgasm," Laura gasped, her own tits heaving with 
lust, and her incredibly huge cunt meat hanging low over the bed. 

"Don't forget, she is merely a slave," Tod said. "Her pleasure comes only 
from the knowledge that she is able to give you pleasure, and that's all." 

"What do you mean?" Laura asked, not pausing for a second in her fast and 
frantic dildo fucking. 

"Don't you understand?" Tod whined with frustration. Oh no, he thought, not 
another totally ignorant cunt. And I thought she was a little smarter than 
the others. "Listen," he continued, "don't you even know the name of the 
game? It's S&M, sadomasochism, involving slaves and masters. S&M, get it? 
She is the fucking slave. She has no rights, and she has no right to expect 
any kind of consideration from you. Can't you get that through your head?" 

"Sure, sure," Laura said irritably. "But it gives me pleasure to give her 
pleasure." 

"Oh no," Tod moaned. "You're just a regular dyke! You don't understand S&M 
at all." 

"Sure I do," Laura replied. "I'm just doing it my way so it's personalized 
S&M, made to measure, do you mind?" She glared angrily at Tod. 

He continued to whip Susan listlessly. The heart had gone out of it for him. 
Either these people had to get a lot more S&M sex education from him, or 
they would all have to go. This, he thought was simply ridiculous. 

Suddenly, without warning, a low moan ripped out of Susan's throat. Laura 
looked at the pain and pleasure twisted face attentively. 

"Make me come," Susan moaned. "Please. I can't go on like this anymore. I'm 
going to faint" 

Suddenly, Laura dropped the dildo. She sprang into a new position between 
Susan's outspread legs, so that her face was right in front of Susan's cunt 

Then she opened her mouth over the cunt and began to suck greedily, 
hungrily, her own body beginning to spasm with arousal. It had been a long 
time since Laura had the taste of cunt in her mouth, especially the taste of 
fresh and freshly-whipped young cunt like this. 

Laura put all her energy and effort into the sudden new development. She was 
having a hard time because she couldn't get her mouth or tongue to any of 
the vital vaginal parts. The outer cunt lips were so brutally swollen, and 
so welted and rigid from whip blows, that the meat had distended to 
horrifying proportions, and Laura couldn't penetrate it, or push it aside. 

She brought her hand up to the swollen cunt and tried to pry it open, 
picking apart the swollen, maimed cunt flesh so that her greedy mouth could 
reach the clitoris or the opening to the actual mouth of her twat. 

It was hopeless, Laura knew, but still she sucked and licked and picked 
feverishly at the gaping, swollen cunt meat. 

Suddenly, she heard Tod's voice. "Stop it," he said coldly. "This is not the 
sort of thing our group had in mind and it's not the sort of thing we will 
put up with." 

"Right," said John, who nonetheless peered over her and over Susan's 
outspread body curiously. 

He had never seen two dykes get it on together, except in pictures and in a 
movie once. This time, seeing it in real life, it served to stimulate him in 
some strange, indescribable way. Yet, he felt compelled to agree with Tod, 
because he sensed that for now, his surest way to establish himself in the 
group was to play along with Tod, and agree with everything he said. 

Willy, who had never seen two lesbians making it before, was fascinated. He 
stood over the bed at John's side, his jaw hanging loose, and his mouth open 
with wonder and amazement. An occasional "Shit!" of amazement escaped from 
his lips. 

Despite himself, he agreed with John and said, "Yeah, get those fucking 
perverts out of the way. It's sick what they're doing, and we don't want no 
part of it." 

Tod's head reeled with anger. Willy was obviously a cretin. He was pointing 
an accusing finger at the girls, calling them perverts, yet he was totally 
oblivious to the fact that most of society could and would point the same 
accusing finger, and throw the same abusive epithet at him. 

Yet, Tod restrained himself. It was best to say nothing now and see what 
happens. If worse came to worse, he could always leave town. Now he was 
inextricably bound up with these idiots. If he dissolved the group, they 
would spend the rest of the school year, spreading gossip and revealing the 
nature of the group to just about anyone who wanted to listen. That was the 
last thing Tod needed. A scandal in the Herald Computer School, and he would 
be the center of it. 

No, Tod decided, if he dissolved the group, he might as well leave town 
right then and there, because the story would leak out and he would 
certainly be expelled, maybe even investigated. 

He was dumbfounded. How was it possible, that only a few minutes ago 
everything seemed to be going so well, and he was so pleased with the 
developments, and now it was already falling apart right in front of his 
eyes? He was already making plans on how and when to leave town! 

Mercifully, just as John and Willy tore Laura's huge, heavy body away from 
Susan's dark, swollen cunt, and lifted the girl to the floor, a loud moan of 
lust ripped out of Susan's throat. 

"I'm coming," Susan wailed. Her body stiffened, then began a curious, 
spastic shuddering. She looked as though she was in her final death throes. 

Her chest heaved up convulsively, while her hips simultaneously ground down 
into the mattress. Then she stretched her legs, pushing them together, and 
shivered to an incredible, lengthy climax. 

Automatically, Tod signalled John and Willy with his hand. They picked up 
Susan's still bucking body. They grabbed her by her long black hair, and 
raised her up off the bed. 

Before they let her crumple to the floor into a limp mass of flesh, they let 
her dangle by the hair, at least a foot off the ground. 

She began to kick in protest. 

"Set her down," Tod ordered, amazed at the strength of the girl. After all 
the incredible abuse she had passed, she still had enough fight left in her 
to start kicking. John and Willy had understood his command instantly, 
wordlessly. He changed his mind again. Maybe they weren't so hopeless after 
all. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

They all regrouped in a circle around Tod. Even Susan, who showed signs of 
extreme exhaustion and weakness, propped up her abused body against an 
armchair, and listened as Tod began to speak. 

"Pehaps you are curious as to how I found you all, and how this group 
formed," he said. 

"Sure we are," Laura said. 

"You bet," Willy and John chorused. 

Tod smiled with satisfaction. That was what he liked to see: himself, the 
undisputed master, standing at the center of his followers, explaining the 
rites of S&M to them, teaching them the secrets of its most secret rites. As 
he stood for a moment in silence over them, he envisioned the group 
expanding by its own inertia, until soon, he would have to rent out halls 
for them to gather in. Better yet, he would organize the financial aspect of 
the group, and begin to take in "dues from the members, and contributions. 
Then maybe, they could get him a luxurious penthouse, or why not, a whole 
townhouse, that would serve as the focus for their sexual activities. 

All that was still in the future though. For now, he would simply explain to 
them how he had gotten the idea to start the group, and how the 
questionnaires had helped. This story, he thought, would soon become 
history, passed down by word of mouth from one member to each new member. 

"Do you remember those questionnaires Rina handed out only the other day?" 
Tod asked, smiling triumphantly. 

"Sure," said John, "I thought they were pretty weird." 

"Yeah," Willy added. "They were like nothing I ever saw written down, and I 
saw some pretty weird things written down." 

Tod looked to Laura. He saw her eyes narrow and squint at him. For a split 
second, he didn't like the look. There was something funny in it, something 
unexpected. He thought he saw some kind of hostility there, but he dismissed 
it, not being able to find a good reason for it. Suddenly, he flashed on a 
reason: She was still pissed off at him because he had protested her 
approach to Susan, and had told her in front of all the others, that it was 
not an S&M approach, or a correct approach. That was it, he thought, that's 
the reason she's giving me such cold stares. 

Tod looked at Rina and Susan. Everything all right there, he thought. They 
were both staring at him worshipfully. It was pitifully obvious that he 
could do no wrong in their eyes. He didn't have to worry about them. In 
fact, he thought, I'll never have to worry about them. 

Confidently, he turned his look back to John and Willy. "Anyway," he 
continued, "the purpose of those questionnaires wasn't revealed to you at 
the time. You were told that they were for me, a friend of Rina's. You were 
told that psychology was my hobby, psychology and computers. You were also 
told that you could help me out, and perhaps learn something about 
yourselves by filling out the questionnaires." 

"Yeah, yeah," said John impatiently. "So what?" 

"Well," Tod continued, "that was not precisely the truth, as you may now 
realize." 

"What are you talking about?" John demanded. 

"Yeah, what the fuck is going on?" Willy added. 

Tod smiled calmly. "Gentlemen, I am in the process of explaining it to you, 
if you'll only be patient." 

John and Willy exchanged glances, but Tod was so immersed in his discourse 
he missed their glances. 

"That questionnaire was much, much more than you were told. It was a means 
by which I could find out all your secrets, all your innermost desires, 
without you knowing it, or even suspecting it. The questions were so 
cunningly composed, and so cunningly arranged, by me, of course, that even 
the most experienced psychiatrist wouldn't suspect the true purpose behind 
it." 

"What?" Laura shrieked. "That means you tricked us." 

Tod frowned impatiently. "No, no, you dumb cunt, it wasn't a trick." He 
paused thoughtfully, in love with his own idea and the skill with which he 
had carried it out. "On second thought," he added, "you could, if you wished 
to do so, call it a trick, but that's not important." 

"What the fuck do you mean?" Laura shouted. "You say you tricked us, and 
then in the same breath, you say it's not important!" 

"Yeah," John snarled. Willy nodded in agreement, his face twisted into a 
surly mask of hostility and discontent. 

"Maybe it's not important to you that you tricked us, but it's important to 
us," Laura continued, in a shrill angry voice. "Never thought of that, did 
you?" 

Tod was dumbfounded. He truly couldn't understand what was going on. There 
was absolutely nothing wrong with what he did, as he saw it. Who cares how 
he got his following, as long as he got it, and he was happy, and they were 
happy. The means were another question entirely, and not a very important 
one at that. Now, out of nowhere, he had a rebellion on his hands. He didn't 
know what to do. 

"You just want power," John said. 

"What?" Tod demanded angrily, his face turning red. But even as he heard the 
words reverberating inside his head he recognized a certain truth in it. But 
then he thought, so what, of course I want power, but then again, I deserve 
power. Who else but me could lead these swine out of their ignorance, and 
teach them the true delights of S&M, delights they all wanted to know, 
whether they realized it or not. "Listen," he said angrily, "if it weren't 
for those questionnaires, not one of you would be here today, not one of you 
would have found out about your real sexual selves. Why," Tod said, picking 
up steam as he raced along with his argument, "most of you would probably 
have lived out the rest of your lives, trapped in hopeless, unhappy 
marriages, never truly understanding yourselves, never truly realizing the 
pain and pleasure potential in each one of you." 

"He's right," Rina said. "What he is saying is absolutely true. If it 
weren't for him, none of us would be here, and all of us would be the poorer 
for it. All of us would have much less self-understanding for it" 

"I agree," Susan said quietly, shifting her bruised body slowly and 
painfully. 

Tod looked at the girls gratefully. He hadn't expected support from anyone. 
Now, the girls were sticking up for him. Then he realized that that in 
itself was a reflection of his weakness, of his failure to be a true master. 
He depended on the support of his slaves to hold his own among other 
masters. He needed the help of these two cunt slaves, or else he would be 
overwhelmed by the fury of Willy and John and Laura. 

But he realized too, he must make the best of the situation, and fast. He 
could worry about the psychology and the theory behind it later. Right now, 
it was the practice that mattered. If he didn't win over these ass-holes, he 
realized, not only would he suffer a humiliating defeat as a master, but he 
would also find himself at their mercy. 

He understood human nature, and he knew only too well that the viciousness 
of people when they turn on their leader is unparalleled. Look at what they 
did to Mussolini when they overthrew him, he thought. They worshipped and 
saluted him by the millions one day, and the next day, they strung him up by 
the heels in a public square. A shiver of fear ran through his body. 

He had to get this trash back under his control, where they belonged, no 
matter how he did it. 

"Well," he said finally, "I hope you all realize the truth in what Susan and 
Rina said. I have shown you something about yourselves. If I did it in a way 
which you now find unfair, or unethical, I certainly didn't mean to. I just 
never saw it from that point of view before. Now, you have enlightened me, 
and I thank you for it," he said smoothly, bowing ever so slightly to the 
three rebels. 

"Yeah," Willy muttered. "He's got a point. He may be a prick, but he's got a 
point. Why, I never would of seen the things I seen tonight, if it wasn't 
for him and his stupid questionnaire." 

"That's not the point," Laura insisted. 

"Fuck the point," John said. "There is no point. I just want to have a good 
time whipping cunts and beating the shit out of them, and having a cunt 
around all the time who will eat out my ass-hole or suck my dick when I tell 
her too." 

"That's right," Tod said encouragingly, even though he despised the thought 
process, or rather, lack of thought process that was behind John's words. He 
had been right. Besides himself, and maybe Rina, Laura was the only 
intelligent creature in the room. But now, he had to turn on her and defeat 
her, using whatever means were handy, if he intended to keep and sustain his 
leadership of the group. "Look Laura," he said, a cruel smile twisting his 
lips, "you're not like the rest of us, and obviously, you are not interested 
in the same things." 

"She's a fucking lesbo!" Willy bellowed. "Yeah," John sneered. 

"Right," Tod said. "So, if you don't like what is happening here, perhaps 
you should leave. After all, it seems that if you don't share our tastes, 
you will only spoil our fun, and we will spoil yours." 

"Oh no you don't," Laura shouted. "It won't be that easy. You can't get rid 
of me just like that." 

"Now, Laura dear, nobody is trying to get rid of you," Tod said smoothly. "I 
was merely suggesting that you could leave the group, if you don't think 
you'll be happy here." He didn't want to be too obvious or too fast about 
it, but he swore to himself right then and there, that he would have her 
out, and fast. It was either him or Laura. Restating an old cliche, he said 
to himself, "This group isn't big enough for both of us." 

"Oh, I'll be happy here," she said sulkily. But even as she spoke, Tod could 
see rebellion still brewing in her. 

Suddenly, Rina leapt to her feet. She crouched on the floor next to Tod and 
wound her arms around his legs. 

"Don't any of you talk against him like that," she shrieked hysterically. 
"He's given us so much already, so much of himself, and he will give us even 
more, if we give him the chance." 

"Yes," said Susan, speaking slowly and carefully, as if in a daze. "He has 
given me everything, my very identity itself. Before tonight, all I knew was 
hunger, a slow, crazy hunger for something. But I didn't know what it was. I 
didn't even know it fell within the realm of sexuality. All I knew was that 
the usual kind of sex didn't satisfy me. It never had satisfied me. I was 
always still hungry. And he showed me what I was hungry for. Not only that, 
but he gave me what I was hungry for. He gave me punishment!" she concluded 
triumphantly. 

"And he gave me identity," Rina said. "I never knew who I really was, or 
what I really was. Now I know. I am a slave, a willing slave to a strong, 
dominating masculine sexuality. I live only to serve such a man. And Tod," 
she concluded, "is such a man." 

"Shit," Laura said in amazement. She had forgotten about the two cunts, both 
of them natural slaves. It never occurred to her that they would stick with 
Tod, that they would have to stick with Tod. Their very nature demanded it. 
They would betray themselves before they betrayed him. She should have 
counted on that before she opened her big mouth. If it was just a question 
of the two men, there would have been no problem. They would have stuck with 
her, even if she was a dyke. She would have bet her life on that, because 
she knew that the nature of competition between men was the most important 
and the fiercest aspect of their psyches. They would turn on another man 
without hesitation, if they saw an opportunity to crush him, and to thus 
reassert in their own eyes the power of their pricks. 

But she would have to lie low for now, Laura realized. That was the only way 
she could hope to eventually expose Tod for what he really was, an 
egomaniacal, self-centered sadist, who could really offer no one anything. 
He had tricked them all, and was using them all now, just for his own 
greater glory. They were all too stupid to see that, Laura realized, and the 
cunts, of course, were only doing what comes naturally. 

But never mind, she thought. Every dog has his day. 

Rina remained sitting at Tod's feet, her arms still wrapped worshipfully 
about his legs. Tod let his hand drop to her head. He gave her a short tap 
on it, and said, "Rina understands this situation. I'm glad to see that. 
Susan understands it too. Naturally, because they are both slaves. There 
could never be any disagreement between them and me. But, John and Willy, 
and you, Laura," he said turning to the tall red-haired dyke, "you are 
masters like me. It's only natural that we should have disagreements. But 
these disagreements can be ironed out between us, without any major 
disruption in the functioning of the group as a whole. We are all equals, as 
far as I am concerned, that is, all the masters are equals." 

"You bet we are," Willy said. 

"I wouldn't have it any oilier way," John said. 

Tod shuddered with disgust at the thought of sharing his power and position 
with these two gorillas. But he realized he would have to keep up that 
pretense, until he had figured out a way to destroy them, or to totally 
subjugate them. It would not be easy to do. Four masters in one group, 
thought Tod, that's a hell of a lot of room for personality clashes. Three 
masters and one mistress, that is, he corrected himself. 

"Maybe the answer is more slaves," Tod said. "I don't know. That's something 
we are going to have to straighten out." 

"Right," John said. "We can sit down and talk it over." 

Tod was repulsed at the very idea of him, no more and no less, actually 
sitting down and talking anything over with two cretins the-likes of John 
and Willy. Laura was the only one whose intelligence he had some respect 
for, and she was hopeless, because she was against him. Tod was more than 
smart enough to know that she was only pretending to go along with him, and 
that she would watch like a hawk for any and every opportunity to put him 
down and destroy him. He had to pretend, for now, that he wasn't aware of 
that, that he heard or sensed no more than the obvious. 

"Let's have a party now, though," Tod said. "That's the main reason we are 
here, as a group, so we can party together and satisfy each other." 

"I'm for that," Willy said. 

"Me too," John added. 

Tod knew then that he had done the right thing. They had to be kept amused, 
like a bunch of children. At the first sign qf betrayal, all he had to do 
was suggest some whipping and paddling and fucking, then they would all leap 
right into it eagerly. 

"Let's tie up Susan," John suggested. 

"What for?" Willy asked. 

"I don't know what for, ass-hole," John snapped. "It just seems like the 
right thing to do." 

"Okay," Willy agreed. "Why not?" 

Tod sat back and watched. Rina still clung to him, stroking his leg, kissing 
it, licking it. Her hand began to creep up to his crotch. She was looking 
for his prick. Tod wasn't sure if it was wise for him to let her find it. 
Familiarity breeds contempt, he knew. Besides, he hadn't ordered her to 
stimulate him. 

Quickly, he swung his hand down in front of her face, missing her by inches. 
Incensed at his bad aim, Tod swung his foot hard and gave her a vicious kick 
in the stomach. She doubled over in agony. "You know why you got that," he 
snarled. I don't have to tell you. You tell me." 

"Because," she gasped, still clutching her stomach, "because I did something 
you didn't order me to do." 

"What was that?" he demanded. 

"I wanted to feel you, I wanted to touch your cock, and I wanted to suck 
it," she confessed. She bowed her head repentantly. 

"You evil cunt," he hissed, slapping her across the face. "You dared to try 
and touch my sacred prick, and even put it inside your diseased mouth, 
without even asking me permission. You were trying to trick me," he 
bellowed. 

"No, no," Rina said imploringly. "Please don't think that. I thought it 
might give you pleasure if I blew you, don't you understand that?" The truth 
was beginning to dawn on her. 

Tod had a horrible, crazy fear of letting his prick enter into a woman's 
body, whether it was inside her cunt or inside her mouth. He thought 
something hideous would happen to it, who knows what. She realized that he 
was sick, incredibly sick, beyond even the limits of his sadism. 

She swore to herself that sooner or later, she would triumph, she would get 
him to fuck her no matter what. Or, at least, he would let her blow him. But 
for now, she had to be content with what he would give her, his punishment. 
No more and no less. 

She huddled at his feet, grateful for even that much. 

Meanwhile, Willy and John were tying up Susan's limp body with several 
lengths of rope. She moaned with anticipation. She struggled, but her 
struggle was the false struggle of the slave. She knew that it would give 
them more pleasure, so she made a show of resistance, and of fear. 

When they threw her to the side of the room, and left her lying there, 
hog-tied, she began to whimper with disappointment, but ever the perfect 
slave, she didn't articulate her needs and desires. 

They turned to Rina. 

"Hey cunt," John said. "Come here. I want to see how well you suck cock." 

"Yeah," Willy laughed evilly. "And I want to see how hard a licking you can 
take." 

Tod laughed. Rina clutched his knees, instinctively clinging to him, and 
wanting to stay with him. Tod felt the tightening pressure of her arms 
around his legs, and a surge of rage rising up from his gut. The tightening 
possessive clutch of Rina's hands reminded him of Alana, and of her crazed 
obsessive possessiveness. She was the only slave he ever knew who, after a 
while, began to believe that she owned the master, and not the other way 
around. 

It was her mad possessiveness more than anything else that drove Tod away 
from her. Alana used to hound him, and follow him. After a while, she 
insisted on following him all over the house, with manacles on her wrists 
and ankles. 

Now, he detected the same hysterical grasping quality in Rina's arms. He was 
filled with rage. Never again, he swore to himself. 

"Get this cunt away from me," he said to John, roughly pushing Rina and 
tearing at her arms. She couldn't seem to believe that she was actually 
being turned over to John and Willy, that they would do whatever they wanted 
to her, while Tod watched, laughing idly. 

She glanced at Tod. The look in her eyes should have warned him that he was 
pushing away his best supporter in the whole group. But he didn't see that, 
all he saw was the grasping, possessive reproach in her eyes, and again, he 
was reminded of Alana. 

"What are we going to do with this cunt?" Willy asked John. 

"I don't know. Fuck her?" 

"Why not?" Willy said. "That's one thing we haven't done so far, actually 
fuck one of these cunts." 

"Yeah," John agreed. "But I want her to suck my dick first." 

"Sure," Willy said generously. "Go right ahead." 

John grabbed Rina by the hair. "Come here cunt," he snarled. "On your 
knees." 

Rina whimpered with pain as she felt her scalp burning. Her body ached as 
she was dragged across the floor. Her ass was still raw from the brutal 
paddling she got from John not one hour ago, and now, she had to go through 
some form of degradation with him all over again. 

She realized as she felt his rough hands manipulate her face to his crotch, 
that she wanted to be a slave all right, but she didn't want to be a group 
slave. She wanted to be Tod's slave, and nobody else's. And, she wanted Tod 
to be her master, but only hers. This group thing was not for her. Only now, 
did she learn the finer points involved. But it was too late. She would have 
to go through with the whole degrading, humiliating thing, whether she liked 
it or not. 

She whined as John tightened his grip on her hair. He began to shake her by 
the hair, until her teeth rattled together. Rina tried to go limp, but that 
didn't work, because each time he felt her body going lax, he planted a 
hard, brutal kick in her crotch. After the third stunning blow, Rina 
realized it was useless to fight him. She got no pleasure out of it, and all 
she got was brutal, nonsexual punishment. 

It was a terrible mauling the-likes of which she had never experienced. 

Her pussy ached badly. 

She stood stiffly on her knees, and let her body follow each of the rough 
brutal pushes that John gave it. 

Finally, her face was buried in his crotch. Her nostrils tickled from the 
black, scratchy pubic hair that grew thickly around his cock. Her whole face 
felt as if it was being rubbed with steel wool. John was grinding every inch 
of her face into his hairy, rough crotch. 

She smelled a dark, musky animal smell emanating from the dark jungle of his 
matted, come and sweat-stained pubic hairs. Somehow, the smell made her 
dizzy and nauseous. It was too earthy, too real not to be disgusting. Yet, 
paradoxically, she found herself sexually aroused by it. 

Before she knew it, she was actually sniffing his crotch, inhaling every bit 
of sweaty man-smell that clung to his razor sharp pubes. 

She felt her cunt roiling with lust. It seemed impossible. Only minutes ago, 
she was horrified and repelled by the very idea of sucking this strange 
man's dick, and now, she was enjoying every tantalizing moment, each one of 
which she knew very well would lead to sucking his dick, feeling it being 
rammed down her throat until she gagged, and swallowed pure come. 

Yet, she was enjoying every minute of it. Soon, John instinctively let his 
hand loosen its grip on her hair and head. His body could feel her 
resistance slacking. More, it could feel the pleasure and sexual response he 
was getting from her. More-likely than not, he knew, she would soon greedily 
take his cock into her hands and put it in her mouth. She would do it 
without any coercion from him. 

Yet, he liked the feeling of force, of rape, of power. Even though it wasn't 
necessary, and he knew it wasn't, because his body told him so, he grabbed 
Rina's hair again, this time more powerfully than before. 

A whimper of agony ripped out of her mouth. Yet, before her cry of pain had 
quieted in her mouth, she had gripped his huge, thick long cock. 

Even as he was giving her hair brutal and unnecessary tugs, she was stroking 
his prick more and more eagerly. It was only a matter of minutes before she 
put it in her mouth and sucked it dry. 

He wanted to slow up the process, because he wanted to be the center of 
attention. He knew there was something to what Laura said about Tod. Tod was 
a power freak, no doubt about it, and John wasn't going to let him take 
over. He was keeping his mouth shut for now, waiting until he established 
himself in the group, before he struck out at Tod, and struck him down. 

"Hey, Willy," John said in a voice that already betrayed the extent of his 
arousal. "Come here, and butt-fuck this cunt while she sucks me off." 

"Oh yeah," Willy said gleefully. "Nothing I'd rather do. And here I thought 
I was going to get left out of the action." 

"No way," John said. "We masters have got to stick together, isn't that 
right, Tod?" 

"Sure," Tod replied cautiously. He wondered if he detected a note of sarcasm 
in John's voice, or if it was just paranoia. 'That's what I said earlier," 
he added, unnecessarily. He wanted to make sure that neither John nor 

Willy thought he was afraid of them, or afraid that his position was in any 
way threatened. 

Willy leapt up to his feet eagerly. "Where's the vaseline?" he demanded. 

"In the bathroom," Tod replied. "Right inside the medicine cabinet." 

Willy went rushing into the bathroom, almost slipping with eagerness as he 
rounded the corner. 

Meanwhile, John was applying more and more pressure and pulling harder and 
harder on Rina's hair. Suddenly, he thought a little action with the riding 
crop might serve to stimulate him more. 

"Bring in the crop," he said to Willy. 

"Wait a minute," Willy protested. "If I'm going to be butt-fucking this 
cunt, how the fuck are you going to whip her? I'm going to be in your way, 
and if you so much as touch me with that whip, even by accident, I'm going 
to break your balls, hear?" 

"Sure, sure," John said. "I mean, I want to give her a few licks before you 
start butt-fucking her." 

"That's different," Willy said. He handed one of the small short riding 
crops to John. "Let her have it," he said. 

"Yeah, you bet," John replied. "You can watch and spread that goo on your 
cock at the same time. That ought to bring it up soon enough." 

"Betcha balls," Willy replied enthusiastically. He clumsily opened the 
vaseline jar and began smearing the gray greasy goo all over his huge, red 
cock. 

Meanwhile, John's cock had begun jerking with lust. He felt the come 
churning in his balls, eager for release. He wanted to ram his prick into 
her mouth now, and shoot his load into her, brutally, quickly, listening 
with satisfaction as she gagged and choked on the gallons of gism he knew he 
was capable of producing. 

But he knew it was important to make an impression on all the others. He 
could have a much better chance of fucking over Tod if he showed himself up 
to be a tough, super-cool, superstud. And that was what he wanted. 

He applied a few light flicks of the whip on Rina's back, shuddering with 
lust each time he heard the sharp stinging leather dig into her smooth, 
unmarked flesh. He bent over her, just to make sure he was laying his 
leather blows on a virgin surface. He was! Her back had not been 
touched-yet. 

He felt that to be a sign, a sign that would let him leave his mark on her, 
where no one else had, not even Tod. And that was what he wanted. 

Rina moaned with ecstasy each time she felt the stinging leather sink into 
her flesh. Her cunt tingled with desire for more and harder blows. She 
lifted her face off of John's musky, sweat-smelling crotch. 

"Give it to me," she begged. "Give it to me harder." 

A twisted smile flashed across John's lips. That was what he wanted to hear. 
"You like the way I do that, huh?" 

"Yes," she gasped. "It feels better than anything else I ever felt in my 
life." 

John was tempted to ask her if it felt better than the punishment dealt out 
by Tod, but he choked the question back in his mouth. That would be an open 
challenge to Tod. And, he knew, it was too early for that. His own position 
wasn't strong enough yet. He couldn't afford to try anything with Tod. 

"You're a good slave, Rina," John said. "I never had a good slave before in 
my life. I never had a slave at all, but you're real good." 

'Thank you, thank you, I will do anything to please you," Rina gasped, 
"anything, just tell me." 

"Suck my cock," John said immediately. 

Rina bowed her head back into his crotch. She gently picked up the huge, 
long prick in her right hand. She worked up a big wad of spit in her mouth, 
and then flicked her saliva-coated tongue out 'over his throbbing glans. 

When he felt her tongue, warm and wet as it was, dip into the tiny prickhole 
at the head of his glans, John shuddered with irrepressible lust. 

Suddenly, instinctively, he raised his whip hand high over his head. He let 
the thin leather strap whistle through the air, and land, hot and hard, on 
Rina's naked back. When she felt the hot leather biting into her flesh, she 
shuddered with arousal. A groan of pleasure ripped out of her mouth. But she 
didn't stop her slow, careful cock-sucking for one moment. 

Her skilled, eager tongue ran all over the huge, throbbing glans, so 
distended now with lust that the thin skin covering it was stretched 
drum-tight. Each time the crop cracked through the air, and slammed into, 
her back, it only increased the pace and frenzy of her lust. 

She felt her cunt boiling with eagerness. There was something she wanted, 
but she didn't quite know what. Suddenly, without warning, she felt Willy 
closing in on her from the back. John's whip stopped slamming into her. She 
heard it drop to the floor at her side. Still, she didn't regret the sudden 
cessation of punishment. The few blows she got at John's hand were enough to 
arouse her sexually, and the smell of his crotch did the rest. 

Eagerly, she brought her hands around his hips, reaching for the deep, slick 
crevice that separated his ass cheeks. She found it, then ran her hands up 
and down it, until she located the tight little ass-hole quivering at its 
bottom. 

Quickly, she brought her fingers back to her mouth, and stuck them in, 
coating them with a layer of saliva. John realized what she was trying to 
do. 

"Hey Willy," he said, his voice sharp and rasping from the force of his 
lust. "Let this cunt stick her hands into the vaseline jar." 

Willy brought the vaseline jar to Rina's side. 

Wordlessly, and still keeping John's huge throbbing cock in her mouth, Rina 
dipped her fingers into the gooey gray vaseline. Then she returned them to 
the tight, puckered little ass-hole that lay between John's ass cheeks. 

Suddenly, she felt a hard, shoving push from the rear. It was Willy, 
slamming his massive brutish body against hers. His prick jabbed at her 
buttocks, trying for her ass-hole but missing each time. When she realized 
what he was trying to do, she wriggled her ass towards him, making it jut up 
more. 

Willy took his massive prick in his hand and ran its head up and down the 
narrow, delicate crevice separating her ass cheeks. Finally, the sensitive 
head of his prick felt the smooth puckered little surface of her ass-hole. 
He gasped with eager, hungry lust as he felt the opening his prick had been 
hungering for for the last half hour. 

He grabbed Rina's hips, and pulled them back towards him. His prickhead was 
safely lodged into the ass-hole, so all he had to do was give one mighty 
forward jerk of his hips and send his huge thick cock rushing into her tiny 
tight ass-hole. 

He moved forward a few inches on his knees, not wanting to have to pull Rina 
so far back that she couldn't reach John's prick and give it a good hard 
sucking while she was simultaneously getting butt-fucked by him. 

He knew this was a threesome, and it was entirely new to him. He didn't want 
to fuck it up, because, like John, he was well aware of Tod's power 
techniques. He didn't want to say anything yet, but he was determined that 
he would not be dominated by another man. They could share the leadership of 
the group, but he doubted that would work. Tod was not the kind of person 
who shared anything with anybody. He would have to be destroyed. And the way 
he would be destroyed would be through cooperation. That was why Willy 
wanted this first three-way S&M fuck he was involved with to work to 
perfection. He wanted to make an impression on the other two participants, 
John and Rina, and he wanted to make an impression on the watchers, Susan 
and Laura. If they worked well together, eliminating Tod would be quick 
work, and easy work. 

This time, he grabbed John's legs, effectively squeezing Rina between his 
body and John's. She squealed with pain at first, but then, predictably, the 
squeals of pain turned into squeals of pleasure. Now, Willy knew he could 
safely ram his cock as deep and as hard into Rina's ass as he wanted to, and 
she couldn't jerk free, because of the position he had her in. 

When he gave his hips the powerful forward jerk that sent his massive, thick 
cock lunging into her ass-hole, he heard a loud, piercing scream rip out of 
her lips. She began to shudder and struggle convulsively. Her mouth opened 
wider and wider, sending a series of short sharp shrieks piercing the air. 

Naturally, John's huge cock had fallen out of her mouth at the first shrill 
scream of agony that had ripped out of her lips. John stood there, immobile, 
watching Willy ramming his cock into the frantic, struggling girl's 
ass-hole. 

John was ready, and more than ready to shoot his load, but somehow, he 
didn't want to keep his cock in her mouth when she was crazed with pain and 
pleasure like this. Who knows, he thought, in a crazy moment of lust, she 
might squeeze her teeth together and his prick might be right in there 
between them. He shuddered to even think of it. 

Never mind, he finally decided. I'll let Willy have her this time, and with 
no hard feelings, either. There's plenty of time for me to get my cock 
sucked. 

He stepped away from the pair, who were locked in the crazed S&M embrace. He 
wanted to participate in some way, to make it a three-way thing and 
demonstrate the degree of solidarity he wanted to exist between Willy and 
Rina and him, solidarity which would unify them against Tod, and help them 
topple Tod from his unfairly gained position of power. 

He remembered suddenly how much Rina liked the whip. He picked up the riding 
crop he had let fall to the ground only minutes before. He took a few steps 
back from Rina. The entire front of her body was exposed to him, and to the 
blows of his whip. She stood straining up on her knees, her arms bent 
backwards grasping Willy's hips. Willy, also in a kneeling position, had his 
thighs opened wide, and pinched tightly around her hips. 

His hips were pumping slowly but surely into her ass-hole. As Rina returned 
his thrusts in reverse, her face twisted into a grimace of incredible pain. 
With relish, John let his upraised whip slash into her body, right between 
her huge, quivering tits. As the whip, like a short, angry little snake, 
slid between the tits and down over her belly, he saw the angry red track of 
its leather tattooed on the milk-white skin of her body. 

The sight of that marked, marred skin excited him. He felt his prick thicken 
and lengthen with lust again, even though it had grown limp when Rina had to 
drop it from her sucking mouth. John realized, to his delight, that he could 
get a hard-on, and a really hard hard-on, without any stimulation from 
another person, and without any stimulation from himself. 

Just whipping Rina, and watching her writhing, roiling body respond to his 
brutal punishment, while she was simultaneously being butt-fucked by Willy, 
was sufficient to make his cock big and jerking with lust. 

As he laid more and more whip blows on her marked body, he wondered if he 
could actually bring himself to an orgasm just by whipping the girl. That 
would be strange, he thought, and wonderful. It would prove his own virility 
to himself, and to everybody. He must be very virile, he thought, if he 
could get a monstrous hard-on like that, without so much as touching 
himself, or being touched by a woman. 

As he continued laying more and more whip blows on the girl's helpless naked 
body, he saw his prick growing and thickening. Suddenly, he knew it was 
going to happen. He knew he would see his prick exploding for the first 
time, exploding with the full force of his savage, sadistic lust, and 
squirting his semen freely, crazily over Rina, over Willy, over all the 
room. He would actually see the monstrous, snake-like prick take on a life 
of its own, and jerk its way to climax, after striking out again and again, 
and spewing out its hot, gushing seed. 

Suddenly, as he was about to lay another whip blow crisscross over Rina's 
breasts and belly, he saw the trickle of rich red blood oozing down her 
thigh and onto the floor. 

Her ass-hole was bleeding from Willy's powerful, pushing prick. It must have 
stretched the skin so hard and so fast, that it burst and split. He had 
caught a glimpse of Willy's prick, and he suspected that almost any girl 
would have trouble taking in that massive, monstrous dong, especially a girl 
who didn't seem to have much of a past interest in analism. If there was one 
thing John knew, it was that ass-holes had to be stretched, slowly and 
painfully. Only then, after a very gradual stretching and breaking in 
process, could any human ass-hole, male or female, take in the full length 
and thickness of a male sex organ. 

Naturally, Rina didn't have that kind of gradual stretching to break her in, 
and naturally, she was now bleeding like a stuck pig. The little trickle of 
blood increased into a flow and soon there was a puddle of bright red blood 
around Rina's knees, her own blood. What would her reaction be, John 
wondered, if she suddenly looked down, and saw all that blood swishing 
around her knees, and realized that it was hers, flowing out of her own 
ass-hole. 

"Rina," he said suddenly, "Look it the floor." 

Rina opened her eyes wide. She looked straight at John, then she slowly bent 
her head over her chest to look at the floor. Suddenly, her mouth opened 
wide. Her face twisted into a mask of horror and disgust. John thought she 
was going to scream. Automatically, he braced himself for the sound of a 
loud, piercing female scream, a sound he hated, yet loved at the same time. 

He stared at her. Rina's mouth remained open, just as open as it had been 
before, but no sound emerged. Instead, a sudden, surprising fountain of 
brownish yellow vomit gushed out of her mouth. 

As it splashed on the floor and mixed with the blood already on the floor, 
the moment that John had been anticipating occurred. 

Suddenly, his prick stiffened convulsively. His balls churned crazily. John 
recognized that inimitable, unmistakable moment before orgasm just as he saw 
his cock jerk forward into the empty air, and push forth a spewing surge of 
pus-yellow gism. As the come shot through the hot sexy air, the prick jerked 
convulsively, bringing more and more gism out of the balls, along the length 
of the stalk, and finally, surging through the prickhead and gushing out of 
the tiny ejaculatory hole. 

The hot, steaming come sprayed all over Rina's welt-marked body. It splashed 
over her face, and it even reached Willy, splattering itself on top of his 
blonde hair. Then, a final convulsive jerk of his snake-like prick sent a 
hot shot of the yellowish stuff right into the middle of the pile of blood 
and vomit on the floor at Rina's knees. 

John watched spellbound, as his prick went through all the motions of 
copulation and orgasmic climax, totally by itself, and without any direct 
stimulation from either himself or from any other person. He couldn't 
believe it could happen, but it did, right before his very eyes and in front 
of several witnesses. 

Never having been involved in S&M before, John thought he had done a strange 
and marvelous and unusual thing. He was not familiar with the phenomenon of 
spontaneous ejaculation in the waking state. He didn't know yet, that the 
force of his sadistic savagery had so penetrated his sexuality, that all he 
needed, naturally, to come to orgasm, was to witness a scene of sadism. 

This new bit of information struck him as nothing short of miraculous. He 
felt a surge of confidence in himself, and in his virility. With a cock like 
that, he thought, he could take on the world, and certainly another average 
ass-hole like Tod. He determined to challenge Tod's position of leadership 
in the S&M clique right then and there. 

But he had forgotten one thing. Willy was still pounding a hungry, greedy 
prick into Rina's maimed and bloody ass-hole. Even though the girl was 
practically limp with weakness, having just puked out all her insides, not 
to mention having just submitted, for the first time, to all manner of 
sexual abuse, Willy managed to hold her up. 

His powerful farmer's hands were gripped tightly under Rina's gigantic, 
melon-like tits. So, even though her head slumped forward in a dead faint, 
and her shoulders sloped weakly, the trunk of her body was still in 
position, that is, it was still in a favorable butt-fucking position in 
relation to Willy's. 

John was amused at Willy's sexual stamina. He wasn't going to let a little 
thing like bleeding, puking, and an unconscious girl stand in the way of his 
sexual satisfaction, no sir! John watched with satisfaction as Willy 
continued to pump into the girl, his own hips working furiously. 

Suddenly, John recognized the problem: 

Willy had the top part of the unconscious girl's body pinned tightly to him, 
but the important part, the bottom part, swung loose and wasn't pressed 
tightly enough against Willy's groin to allow for maximum penetration of the 
ass-hole by his cock. 

"Willy," John called, "Lay the cunt stomach down on the floor. That way you 
can press her whole body against the floor." 

"What?" Willy mumbled, opening his lust-glazed eyes. 

"Sure," John said, "that way, the floor would be a brace for the whole body, 
see?" 

"Yeah," Willy mumbled briefly. He clumsily lowered Rina's unconscious body 
to the floor. Rina sank into the huge puddle of blood puke and come lying on 
the floor in front of her. As her tits and crotch and face splashed down 
into the puddle of muck, she splattered it with the pressure of her weight. 
Willy, in his excitement, had let her drop just a bit too quickly. 

Now, little drops of blood and puke and come splattered all over the room, 
hitting Tod and Susan, and Laura and John. 

John even got a few drops on his face. Greedily, he let his tongue flick out 
to lick up all the bizarre mixed drops of fluid spattered on his face. When 
he tasted the weird combination of his own come, and Rina's blood and puke 
on his tongue, his cock began to stiffen again with arousal. 

He recognized the strangeness of the situation for the first time. Here he 
was, an average American boy until a few hours ago, suddenly feeding upon 
sadism and savagery, and sucking puke and blood and come into his mouth. He 
enjoyed the feeling of strangeness, of differentness that gave him. He felt 
special, and somehow, better than people who could only enjoy the more 
conventional forms of sexual intercourse. 

He was determined to get involved in it as deeply as possible, as deeply as 
he could. He had to learn about it, and teach Willy and Laura and all the 
others as much about it as possible. But first, he swore to himself, he 
would destroy Tod. At first, he only wanted Tod out, he wanted to eliminate 
him from the group. But once he tasted the savage satisfaction of S&M, once 
he had the taste of blood, a female slave's blood, on his tongue, all his 
secret and hidden longings came out. His lust to conquer, and destroy burned 
and raged in him, not only on a sexual level, but on all other levels. 

He watched impatiently as Willy pounded his prick into the prone body of the 
female slave. He would climax soon, John realized. He couldn't miss. Rina's 
stretched ass-hole offered him no resistance, that is, no unfavorable 
resistance. The blood, combined with the vaseline, made for the best 
possible lubrication. And to top it off, Willy had been pumping and pushing 
for a half hour now. If he couldn't shoot his load after a half hour, John 
would begin to have serious doubts about him. 

Suddenly, a low moan ripped out of Willy's throat. His body stiffened. 
Finally, his aroused prick gave a great spastic jerk which sent his sperm 
exploding out of his balls, shooting the length of his stalk, and spewing 
out into the dead-end receptacle of the unconscious girl's ass-hole. 

Now, his come too, mixed and mingled with the stinking puddle of human 
fluids on the floor. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The next day, John and Willy met in the cafeteria of the Herald Computer 
School. They both looked wan and wasted from the extravagant orgies of the 
night before. 

They were in a better position than the female slaves, Susan and Rina, who 
had numerous welts and bruises to disguise. Rina, in fact, had not come to 
the school today at all. A quick phone call assured John that she was alive 
and well, however. When he spoke to her she seemed surprised he had called. 
She had assumed that it was Tod's place to call her, since he was the leader 
of the group. The fact that John did on his own initiative seemed somehow 
wrong to her. 

"She smelled a rat," John said to Willy. "But never mind. As long as I 
actually did call her, I've already planted the right idea in her mind, even 
if she didn't react in quite the way I had hoped." 

"Yeah, sure," Willy agreed. "After all, this isn't going to be easy. You've 
got to remember, that cock did start the whole thing. It was all his idea." 

"Besides, he knows a lot more about S&M than we do," John added. 

"You bet," said Willy, "but not for long. We're taking over, John, you can 
be sure of that. Now, it's just a matter of time." 

"And a matter of getting those two dumb cunts, Susan and Rina, on our side 
and against Tod," John added glumly. "That's going to be the hardest part, 
believe you me." 

"Oh, I don't know," Willy said. "Rina seemed to enjoy sucking your cock well 
enough. If you made any kind of an impression, that's a mark for our side." 

"No, Rina's really involved with Tod. I can tell just by the way she looks 
at him. And so is Susan," John said. 

"Well, the way you talk, the simplest thing to do would be to break Tod's 
arms and legs, something like that to put him out of commission," Willy 
said. 

"No, we can't have any heavy shit like that," John said impatiently. 

Suddenly, Rina appeared at their side. Both of them quickly stopped talking, 
and looked up at her. It was obvious to Rina that whatever they were saying 
was something they didn't want her to hear. Instinctively, she knew what it 
was. They were talking about the group, scheming about how to get rid of 
Tod. 

Rina put a pleasant smile on her face and sat down with them. She intended 
to get in on their plot, and pretend to agree with them. Then, when she knew 
everything, she could go to Tod with the story. He would be pleased with 
her, very pleased. He might even gain some respect for her. Rina's eyes 
shone at the thought of pleasing him, and at the thought of becoming more 
important in his estimation. 

"What's happening, boys?" she asked innocently. 

"Nothing much," John replied cautiously. He just didn't trust that girl. He 
felt Willy give him a little kick under the table, as if to say, "Watch 
this!" 

Oh no, John thought, the ass-hole is going to tell Rina everything! 

He was right. The first thing Willy said alone was enough to damn them and 
the group. "I don't like the way Tod is running our group," he said. 

"Really?" Rina replied, feigning interest "How's that?" 

"Well," Willy began, but suddenly he winced with pain. John had hit him hard 
under the table. Willy turned to him, saying, "Hey mother-fucker, what the 
fuck are you kicking me for, what's the matter? I trust Rina here, and I 
think I can tell her everything." 

"Everything," Rina murmured, smiling pleasantly at Willy. 

He fell for it. "Yeah, everything," he repeated. "We're sick of Tod, and the 
way he is on such a huge power kick. He's using us all, for scenery, for 
ornaments. We give him the following he needs for his ego, and that's all. 
He doesn't really consider us people. He doesn't give a shit about us." 

"What are you going to do about it?" Rina asked. 

"I don't know yet, that is," Willy said, "we don't know yet. John and I are 
sitting here, waiting for Laura so we can all decide on a plan of action." 

"Oh, Laura is involved too," Rina murmured. "How interesting." 

"You bet," Willy said, slapping the table with his hand. "And we want you 
involved too, and Susan. We want to get the whole group together, but this 
time, without Tod. Who needs that cocksucker, anyway?" 

Rina looked down at the tabletop. She seemed to be thinking. Willy said 
nothing more, wanting to give her a chance to think it over. 

But she was not thinking it over. There was no possibility of her joining 
the rebellion against Tod, even if it ever happened, even if everyone else 
in the group was in on it. She was thinking about the last sentence Willy 
threw out, so carelessly, so indifferently. "Who needs Tod," she repeated to 
herself bitterly. Already, she knew the answer. She was the one who needed 
him. She was the one who would stick by him, even if all the others turned 
on him. There was nothing in the world that would make her change her mind 
about that. 

Rina knew that she was hopelessly in love with him. She knew it, and she was 
afraid. She sensed the possessiveness inherent in female sexuality take a 
hold of her. She wanted Tod, no matter what. She wanted him at any price, 
and she was willing to do anything, anything at all to keep him satisfied. 
He wanted much more. He wanted a group like the one they already had going. 
That would keep him happy and sexually satisfied. And as long as he was 
happy, she would have a place in his life. 

Rina knew that she must tell Tod about the dissenters' plot, and that she 
must do everything necessary to make it fail. 

She turned towards Willy. "I'll have to think about making that kind of 
decision in a few minutes." 

"Sure, sure, take your time," Willy said expansively. "Let us know later on 
today, because by then, we will have it all organized. We will have a plan." 

"Sure," Rina said, getting up from the table. 

"I have to go to a class now." 

"See you later," Willy said. "And make sure you think about it." 

As Rina walked away, Willy turned to John with a triumphant smile. When he 
saw the look on John's face, his smile faded into a look of confusion. "What 
the fuck is the matter with you?" he demanded. "Why are you looking at me 
like that?" 

"You just blew the whole thing," John said. 'The whole thing." 

"What are you talking about?" Willy demanded angrily. 

'Telling Rina, that was a big mistake," John said. 

"No, it wasn't. Didn't you hear her say she would think about it. I just 
planted the right kind of seed in her mind. You ll see, by this afternoon, 
she'll be on our side." 

"Oh, you ass-hole," John groaned. "She was lying. She was lying, couldn't 
you tell? She's probably looking for Tod this very minute, and telling him 
about the plan." 

"You're full of shit, John," Willy said. Nevertheless, a look of doubt 
shadowed his face. 

Meanwhile, Rina was rushing down the halls, trying to get to class. 

It might even bring him closer to me, she thought to herself, if I told him. 
Whatever it does, it will show him the extent of my loyalty. 

She pondered the point as she went on her way to class. 

She saw him stepping out of a classroom. His tall blonde figure made her 
heart leap. She rushed to him, and clutched his arm. 

'Tod," she gasped, "they're planning against you, all kinds of things." 

"Slow down," he said. "And calm down, too." 

He put his hand on her shoulder. Rina quivered beneath his touch. Her cunt 
response was immediate and instantaneous. She felt herself trembling with 
desire for that one touch. She felt her cunt gaping and hot with lust. Her 
eyes shone. 

'They want to take over, they want to destroy you," she gasped, still 
excited. His touch, intended to calm her down, served only to arouse her 
even more. 

"Who does?" he asked calmly. 

"Willy and John, and they're getting Laura in on it too," she said. 

"Oh, the group," he said nonchalantly, as if only now remembering that it 
existed. 'That's what you're talking about For a while there, I wasn't 
sure." 

Rina was dumbfounded. Of course she was talking about the group. What else 
could she be talking about? What else was there, she thought. Obviously, 
there were other things, at least for Tod. That realization hurt her 
immensely, but she swallowed hard, and went on. 

'They have a plot to overthrow you, to kick you out of the group entirely," 
she whined. 

"Oh," Tod said, "and what's the plot?" 

"I don't know," Rina said. 

"Well, that's a big help," he retorted sarcastically. 

"I mean, they haven't made up one yet, a plan I mean." 

"Well," Tod laughed, "if they don't even have a plan, then there's nothing 
to talk about. How can you come running hysterically to me about a plot, 
when there isn't even one?" 

"No, no," Rina insisted. "There will be one though, don't you see!" She 
couldn't understand his indifference. She was angry about it. Here she had 
come running to him with what she thought was important news, very important 
news, and he was scoffing, dismissing it just like that. 

"Well then, well worry about that when it happens." 

"But it might happen any minute. In fact, it's sure to happen tonight." 

"Well then, we'll be prepared for it," he said. "But I'm always prepared for 
anything, anyway. You didn't even have to tell me all this, and when it 
actually happened, I still would have been prepared for it." 

Rina was angry. So, her piece of information was totally useless to him. She 
had been expecting at least a word of thanks, or praise for her loyalty, but 
now, nothing. The way Tod told it, she didn't even have to say anything. He 
didn't need her information. And by deduction, he didn't need her. 

"Well, anyway," she said quietly, "I thought I should tell you." 

"Yes, yes," he muttered, already distracted and disinterested. "Now, why 
don't you just run along and I'll see you tonight." 

"Sure," Rina muttered. As she turned to go, he stopped her. 

"One more thing," he said. "Tonight, be extra nice to Willy and John and 
Laura. Do you know what I mean?" 

"No," she replied. 

"I mean, let them do whatever they want with you. Better yet, take the 
initiative. Seduce them. Make them feel so good they won't want to move, 
much less make any changes in the group structure, shall we say. And tell 
Susan to do the same thing." With that, he turned and sauntered down the 
hall. 

As Rina's eyes watched his retreating figure, she was suddenly overwhelmed 
by the extent of his cunning. She realized that he wasn't really taking her 
news all that well, or all that calmly. He was probably really pissed off 
and scared inside. But he didn't want to show that to anyone, not even to 
her. He wanted to handle it his way. 

She was torn between admiring him for his calmness and self-control, and 
hating him because he wouldn't trust her enough and had to keep a front up, 
even for her benefit. She wanted it different, but that's the way it had to 
be. Smiling to herself, Rina walked down the hall in the opposite direction, 
this time, looking for Susan. 

That night, Rina and Susan exchanged meaningful glances and tried to catch 
Tod's eyes. But he ignored them completely, sitting on his armchair, and 
seemingly engrossed in a drink. 

They were the first ones to arrive, naturally. They had already taken their 
clothes off, according to the prescribed rules, and lounged about, waiting 
for Willy and John and Laura. Rina continuously glanced at Tod, but he 
avoided her eyes. 

He only said one thing when she and Susan walked in the door, and that was a 
brief command, telling them both not to talk to him. He was upset, Rina 
thought. He must be, and he's afraid it will show if he talks. 

Willy and John and Laura walked in together. They looked around 
suspiciously. Rina and Susan both gave them wide, friendly smiles. They were 
immediately reassured. Only John still seemed suspicious. The friendliness 
of the two girls only served to make him more suspicious. Rina realized that 
she would have to work extra hard, and be extra nice to John to appease his 
suspicions, and to lull him into a false sense of security. 

When he had gotten all his clothes off, she walked up to him. Her hand 
reached over to his limp cock. She ran her fingertips lightly over the tiny, 
shriveled tool. It grew beneath her touch, lengthening and thickening 
slowly. 

Suddenly, she fell to her knees in front of him. She brought her lips close 
to the cock. Her tongue flicked out again and again, licking the limp dick, 
squeezing it, moving wetly over the entire surface of the glans. 

Soon, she could see the results. The prick jerked up to a powerful erection, 
so long that the glans reached above the bellybutton and scraped the tender 
belly flesh. She could see a tiny drool of pre-come lubricant ooze out of 
the ejaculatory hole. That was what she wanted to see. She looked up at 
John. 

Already, he was lost in lust. His eyes were tightly shut, and his head was 
thrown back in the throes of arousal. Rina smiled to herself. She was doing 
a good job, that much was certain. 

She turned for a second to check up on Susan. She saw the frail dark-haired 
young girl kneeling on the floor in front of Laura, in much the same 
position that she had in front of John. Except, Susan didn't have a dick to 
suck, she had a cunt. Her neck was twisted uncomfortably as she pushed her 
face high and deep between Laura's thighs, trying to reach the rich, meaty 
cuntflesh that hung down from between her pussy flaps. 

Rina turned gratefully back to John's cock. She definitely preferred cock to 
cunt, and it was much much easier, more pleasant even, to have to seduce 
John. Having to eat out Laura's cunt might have proved to be a bit more than 
she could swallow. 

She caught John's huge cock in her mouth again. Skillfully, she sucked it 
in, and let it slip out again, far out until only the glans was still left 
between her lips. She heard John moan with arousal. She was doing well. Even 
as the huge, thick dick was slamming hard into her mouth, hitting the back 
of her throat brutally, Rina was thinking about Tod. Was he watching, she 
wondered. Could he see how well she was doing, how John was already set to 
come, as a result of her skill. She desperately wanted to turn around, and 
see if Tod was watching, but she didn't dare. It might arouse John's 
suspicions if Rina was constantly looking at Tod. He might realize that this 
was all one part of a counterplot. Besides, she couldn't possibly take 
John's prick out of her mouth now. It wouldn't be fair. He was really ready 
to come. 

She felt the smell of sweat and sex rising up out of his shaggy pubic mat 
again. She sniffed it, thinking again to herself what a strange and pleasant 
smell it was. She was sorry he was on the wrong side. She liked him, but her 
loyalty to Tod was based on more than simple liking. It was rooted in her 
masochistic, self-annihilating fantasies, so it was more in the nature of an 
obsession. Rina knew she would never let go of Tod, not unless he kicked her 
away, and still, she would come back, crawl back. She had to be kicked away 
many times, she realized, before she finally gave up. 

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted. A squeal of pain ripped out of her 
mouth as 

John roughly grabbed a thick hank of her hair. He brutally shoved her head 
farther into his crotch, so that his immense prick stabbed even deeper into 
her throat. Rina couldn't stand it. Desperately, she tried to breathe 
through her nostrils. That worked for a while, because she could suck in 
enough breath to keep her lungs filled, shallowly filled, but filled 
nonetheless. 

Soon, she wasn't worrying about breathing. John was a natural master, and 
even without whips, or any of the other classic instruments of S&M sex, he 
was able to manipulate her effortlessly, almost without moving. 

All he did was hold onto her hair, and give it a sharp, short tug every once 
in a while. That was all. But Rina felt more subjugated, more slave-like 
from that one cold cruel pull of his hand than she would have from a dozen 
varied and sophisticated instruments of torture. She realized his skill, and 
his instinctive feel for mastery. She realized, too, that he was 
considerably more arousing and pleasing a master than Tod was. But still, 
her warped emotions had hooked onto the image of Tod, and she had to remain 
loyal to him. If she abandoned him, that would mean that her emotions would 
fall into discredit in her own eyes. Then, she wouldn't know what to feel. 
She wouldn't know what to do. She wouldn't be able to trust herself to 
living from day to day. 

So she let the delicious, ego-obliterating feeling of total subjugation 
flood her body and her mind. She wallowed in the fact and feeling of her 
slavery and subjugation. But she was relaxed and easy, because she knew that 
no matter how much pleasure John, or any other man could give her, she would 
always belong to Tod. That was the one fixed, safe reference point to which 
she always returned. 

So, Rina sucked John's cock with eagerness. She took it all in, from the tip 
of the glans to the hairy root rising up out of the odorous, pungent pubic 
thatch. She felt him respond to her unqualified, hungry mouth. His hips 
began to slam into her harder and faster. She could feel the spastic jerking 
of his cock, as it took on a life of its own. 

Suddenly, he released her head. His hands fell on her soft, naked shoulders. 
He grabbed them, curling his fingers into the flesh so that the fingernails 
dug cruelly into her. This was a new and painful sensation for Rina. Never 
before had a man actually clawed her the way John was clawing her now. 

He lifted his hands off the flesh, and bending down slightly, sank them into 
her back. With the fingernails still sunk deep into the soft, yielding 
flesh, John dragged his hands up fast and hard, leaving trails of angry red 
welts running the length of her back and up to her shoulders. 

She moaned with pain. Somehow, this crazed clawing was more painful, and 
more unpleasant than any whip. It hurt, but it failed to hurt in a sexual 
way. Paradoxically, Rina found herself getting cold. The once eager mouth 
went slack. The tongue, seconds before, busy among all the blood-engorged 
veins of John's prick, tucked itself at the bottom of Rina's mouth, and lay 
there, immobile. 

John was driven to a rage of stimulation. That was why he began to claw 
Rina's back. She too was incredibly excited. Now, all of a sudden, she 
stopped the hungry, eager sucking motion of her mouth, and her tongue lay 
limp and indifferent to him. 

John, who had been on the very brink of orgasm, felt her sudden lack of 
response like a wet, cold rag thrown over him. 

His gigantic erection, which had been ripe to shoot its load, began to 
wither. He was furious, and disappointed. His balls ached painfully, sending 
shots of discomfort up to his brain, and making him see angry, hot red 
flashes. 

"You fucking cunt," he bellowed. His hands formed into fists, and he began 
slamming at Rina's head with them. Instantly, she let the withering prick 
slip out of her mouth. She crumpled to the floor, doubling up to protect the 
tender front part of her body. She brought her arms up around her head, 
trying to shield it from the rain of kicks and blows that John was 
inflicting on her. 

"Wait just a minute," Tod interrupted. "Remember, the slaves are property, 
John, and if you abuse them, you are abusing your own property." 

"Shut up, cocksucker," John hissed. He turned back to Rina, and gave her 
several fast hard kicks in the ass. Her body literally bounced along the 
floor, as the power behind his kicks sent her sliding away from him, and 
towards the bed. 

Tod became seriously concerned. He didn't want Rina to get hurt badly now, 
when he most needed hers and Susan's cooperation to foil the plot. 

"I'm warning you," Tod snarled, "stop it, John, or I'll have to take 
measures." 

"Measures, my ass!" John shouted. "Is that supposed to be some kind of 
half-assed threat or something?" 

"I wouldn't call it that," Tod said, realizing immediately that he had gone 
too far. "We must stay disciplined and organized within ourselves, that's 
all I'm trying to say." 

Rina looked up anxiously. John had forgotten all about her in his rage 
against Tod. The two men were facing each other menacingly, their fists 
clenching and unclenching. She sensed that it could break out into a fist 
fight or worse any second. Yet, she was immobilized. She couldn't think of 
anything to do, and even if she could, the shooting pains that were racking 
her body from John's brutal kicks kept her huddled to the floor. 

Suddenly, without warning, the sound of a whip cracked through the air. In a 
second, Tod was twirling around in agony, his hands flailing backwards. He 
had just felt the hard, brutal sting of a whip slashing across his back. The 
pain was so incredibly fierce, that he saw red spots in front of his eyes. 
His mouth opened in pain and protest, but the searing, burning agony across 
his back so blocked his other reactions that he could neither speak nor 
scream. 

A low evil laugh echoed through the room. Rina looked towards its source. 
She saw Laura, her hands on her hips, and her legs spread in a wide, 
masculine stance, holding the long thick black bullwhip in her hands. It was 
obvious that she was the one who had wielded the whip, yet Rina couldn't 
seem to believe her eyes. Never did she expect to see Tod, her master, 
jumping up and down on the floor, whimpering and screaming in pain from the 
brutal bite of Laura's whip. She fully expected the sky to open, and a 
thunderbolt to strike down the offender. 

Suddenly, she heard the whip cracking through the air again. This time, its 
long, wicked tongue caught Tod across the chest and belly, biting a little 
into the top of his pubic thatch. 

Tod fell into a state of hysteria. White foaming bubbles of madness formed 
at both sides of his mouth. His eyes dilated incredibly, until the blue of 
the iris had almost disappeared completely, swallowed up by the blackness of 
the dilation. 

He seemed completely lost, completely unable to cope with the situation. 
Rina was stunned. After she had idolized him, worshipped him, to see him in 
this pitiful state of confusion was too much. Groaning with horror, she 
covered her face with her hands, and let her body sink closer down to the 
floor. There was nothing left, she felt. Nothing. 

Laura's loud, shrill laugh filled the room. "How does it feel?" she asked 
sarcastically. "How does it feel, huh?" 

Of course, Tod didn't reply. He was still staring madly around him, and 
feeling the thick red welts that were beginning to rise up on his chest and 
belly. He reached for his back, but couldn't make it. 

A deadly silence fell over the room. John and Willy stood stiff as statues, 
watching Tod like hawks. They were waiting for his next move now, waiting 
eagerly for the right moment to fall upon him, and deal the final murderous 
blow. Laura hadn't moved since her first whip blow had stunned the whole 
room into silence. Susan sat crouched in a corner, her eyes wide with fear. 

The tension in the room was electric. Rina uncovered her face, and quickly 
studied the faces in the room, and the postures. There was still a chance 
for Tod to save himself, and to salvage a bit of his position within the 
group. But he had to make a move, the right move, and fast. Rina looked at 
him imploringly, sending him psychic messages, begging him to do something, 
say something. 

But his eyes were still dilated from shock. 

His hands tenderly, gingerly, ran over the thick diagonal welt marking his 
belly. He still couldn't seem to believe what had happened. The sudden, 
surprising pain had been incredible. 

Tod had never been struck, never in his life. He had been brought up with a 
silver spoon in his mouth, a loving mother, and four loving sisters. Never 
in his whole experience had anyone consciously, willingly inflicted pain on 
him. Now that it finally happened, he couldn't believe it. It was the most 
degrading, disgusting, and physically agonizing feeling he had ever 
experienced. 

As he stood there, stunned by the blows and completely oblivious to the 
other group members, who were waiting for some reaction from him, Tod 
remembered all the times he had whipped girls, his slaves. He thought of all 
the countless lashes, cruel biting lashes, he had laid on the naked, 
vulnerable bodies of his slaves. He remembered that he had put all of his 
strength, and all of his concentration, behind each whip blow. Had they 
stung and hurt" as much as Laura's two welts did? It didn't seem possible. 
How could anyone bear such pain, and such humiliation? 

Granted, all those girls he had whipped were slaves, and had the mentality 
of slaves. But they had the same flesh, the same kind of nerve system. Their 
bodies must have registered the leather agony as much as he did. Yet, they 
had always stood it and withstood it. They had even begged for more. 

Now, he was confused. A whole new world had opened to him, and he didn't 
know what to do, or what to say. Rina suddenly recognized the cause and 
source of his confusion. 

Despite herself, she called out to him. "Tod, stay calm, don't worry. It'll 
be all right," she babbled, "you'll see." 

He turned to her slowly. A light of recognition shone in his eyes. She had 
definitely snapped him back to reality. Suddenly, he began walking towards 
her. She recognized the threat in his eyes. 

"No Tod," she screamed. "Don't, please don't." 

But he kept moving towards her, like a crazed, senseless robot. His hands 
were raised up close together in a gesture of strangulation. Rina quivered 
with horror. She was not afraid for herself. She was not afraid of what Tod 
could or would do to her. In fact, she knew that he would attempt to beat 
her up. But she knew that he was giving all the others, all his enemies 
within the group, the perfect opportunity to fall on him, and whip the shit 
out of him. That's all they were waiting for, one wrong move from him for an 
excuse, and he was making it. He was practically handing himself over to 
them. "Please," she whimpered, "please don't." 

"You cunt," he snarled madly, "you cunt, I'll kill you for this. I'll tear 
you to bits with my bare hands." 

Rina cowered into a corner. His huge powerful body continued to move at her. 
She noticed a crazed, convulsive twitching in his fingers. Her eyes widened 
with horror as she realized that he would indeed try to strangle her. He 
snapped, somewhere, somehow, he snapped, and his mind was broken. 

Suddenly, a savage snarl ripped out of Laura's throat. A yell like a karate 
yell ripped out of John's mouth. At the same instant, they both fell on him 
from the back, tackling him at the shoulders and at the waist. 

They brought him down instantly. His large, graceful golden body lay kicking 
and struggling on the floor. But it was no use. Laura was straddling him at 
the waist, her knees brutally pinching into his sides. John held his wrists 
pinned down tightly to the floor. And Willy, who had leapt into the fray 
seconds ago, was holding his ankles pinioned to the ground. 

Tod grunted crazily, rolling his head back and forth on the floor, shouting 
incoherent phrases of abuse. He was going wild, and they held him down like 
a captured beast. 

Rina was horrified. "Please," she whispered, "Please let him go. Don't do 
this." 

"Shut up honey, or we'll start to think you're as crazy as he is," Laura 
snapped. 

Rina obeyed. She had not transferred her loyalties, but her deeply imbedded 
slave mentality made her automatically follow the commands of someone, 
anyone, who she recognized as a master. 

Quickly, Willy grabbed a coil of rope lying near Tod's body. He and John and 
Laura wound huge twists of the rope around his body, until he was totally 
immobilized. 

"Well, cocksucker," Laura said, laughing sarcastically, "we got you where we 
want you." 

"Yeah," Willy sneered. "Now we just got to figure out what to do with you." 

"Right," John said. "Anything short of death is fine with me, what do you 
say, gang?" 

"Yeah," Laura said. "Let's cut his balls off. That will keep him in his 
place." 

"Yeah," Willy laughed. "Who ever heard of a de-balled master?" 

"How will he be able to give orders with the high squeaky voice he's going 
to have," John laughed. 

"He won't," Laura said. "We'll make sure of that." 

They stood in a circle around him, laughing brutally, giving him an 
occasional kick in the groin, or in his sides. 

"I have an idea," Laura said. "Let's just leave him like this for a while, 
and we can party." 

"Right," Willy said. "That should really break his mind, to see us fucking 
with the slaves, giving them orders, while he lies there hog-tied and 
helpless as a side of beef." 

A loud groan of rage ripped out of Tod's throat. He realized they were going 
to humiliate him, and degrade him until he was beyond the point of caring. 
Then, they would turn on him for the physical part of his punishment Its 
impact and pain would be doubled by the anguish of the humiliation he had 
just suffered. 

They were diabolical, he thought. They were fiends. He felt like a mad 
doctor, who had created an unnatural creature, a monster of sorts, and who 
suddenly finds that the monster had turned on him, and is stronger than he 
is. Tod realized that he was now totally in the power of the group he 
himself had created and drawn together. It was a strange feeling. But it was 
just shocking enough to bring him to his senses. 

"Rina," he cried. 

She leapt to her feet and scurried over to him. 

"Watch yourself, cunt" Laura said in a threatening voice. "No collaborating 
with the enemy." 

Rina shot her a glance full of hate. She bent over Tod's tightly bound body. 
She looked into his eyes. Again, the huge black wells of his pupils, 
surrounded by the beautiful midnight blue of his irises, hypnotized her. 

"What?" she whispered. "Tell me what to do." 

"You know what to do," he hissed. "I already told you." 

Before he had a chance to say another word, Willy dragged her away. He held 
tightly onto her hair, and pulled her across the smooth parquet floor on her 
naked ass. The floor squeaked as the sensitive, delicate flesh of her 
buttocks slid painfully across it. 

Willy moved her to the dead center of the room. Rina crouched there, 
wordlessly, looking around at the faces of her captors like a trapped beast. 

Willy spoke first. "I think," he drawled slowly, "I'm going to have a little 
fun with this girl." 

"Me too," John said. 

"What about me?" Laura asked. "What the fuck am I supposed to do while you 
two are whipping and fucking?" 

"You can have Susan," Willy said. 

Laura looked at Susan. "She doesn't look too promising. There's no fight 
left in her. She looks like a catatonic from the state mental hospital." 

Laura was right. Susan was staring emptily in front of her. The whold series 
of happenings were completely lost to her, or so it seemed. She was in a 
world of her own totally oblivious to her surroundings, or to what was 
happening. 

"Naw," Willy said. "Tickle her twat a little. That'll bring her right back 
to earth." 

Suddenly, Rina realized that it was completely up to her to save Tod, and to 
turn the situation around. Susan was supposed to help, according to the 
original plan. She had to seduce all of them, and bring them around to 
acknowledging Tod's leadership and supremacy in the group. 

"Susan," Rina screamed. "Susan, pay attention! Pay attention to what Tod 
said." Rina tried to convey the message, and remind Susan of the 
instructions Tod had given them, which, if followed, could save him. Rina 
looked hard at Susan, and somehow, the force behind her glance made the 
stunned girl re-focus her eyes, and zero in on Rina. "Susan," Rina repeated, 
"pay attention to what's happening. Remember what we have to do!" 

Slowly, the light of comprehension appeared in Susan's blank eyes. She 
nodded her head to Rina, showing that she understood, and she remembered. 

When Laura's long-legged, dykish stride brought her in front of Susan, the 
young girl was prepared. 

"Listen cunt," Laura snarled, grabbing Susan by the shoulders, "you come 
here, and make me happy, get it?" 

Susan nodded slowly. "Yes, mistress," she said. 

An expansive smile of pleasure stretched Laura's lips. This was the first 
time in her life she had been called mistress. It sounded good, she decided, 
real good. She wanted to hear it again. 

"I want you to eat my cunt, understand?" Laura said. 

"Yes, mistress," Susan repeated. 

Again, the magic word, mistress. Lama's cunt began to cream with pleasure 
and arousal. At last she had what she wanted, what she had always wanted, a 
girl of her own, a female piece of flesh that belonged to her, that was her 
property. She felt her cunt churning with lust again. She would be good to 
Susan, Laura thought. She would be generous with the punishment, so that the 
sweet, fragile little slave never felt neglected or unwanted. 

Delirious with joy, Laura swung her hand back, and gave Susan a sharp, hard 
smack across the face. Susan's head raced up to the bright red splotch on 
her cheek where Laura's brutal hand had fallen. She felt her cunt begin to 
tingle with pleasure. That slap felt good, and there was no use in denying 
it. It felt as good as a slap from the men, or from Tod, would feel. The 
fact that another woman was administering the punishment didn't seem to 
change its capacity to give her pleasure. 

Susan opened her big black eyes wide. She looked straight at Laura. "Thank 
you mistress," she whispered. 

"Oh, aren't you a honey," Laura squealed delightedly. "My very own slave, my 
very own perfect slave." She reached over to Susan's large, melon-like tits. 
Her hand began to caress them slowly and gently. 

Despite herself, Susan felt a tingle of pleasure, of pure sexual pleasure, 
race through her body. Laura's touch felt good, because it was more gentle, 
more sensitive somehow, than a man's. Paradoxically, she realized that she 
liked her punishment given with a kid glove, not brutally, harshly, and 
crudely, the way men always gave it. For the first time in her life, Laura 
felt the awakenings of sexual arousal, awakenings that were brought about by 
stimulation by a woman, and which were directed back at a woman. A strange 
chill of pleasure and fear raced over her body. 

This was a new ball game entirely, she realized, but she wasn't afraid. She 
wanted to try it. 

"Do that again, please," she whispered to Laura, then on second thought, 
softly added the word "mistress." 

Laura's cunt exploded with lust. She felt the fires of arousal licking out 
from between her cunt lips, shooting out again and again from the hot ball 
of lust at the core of her cunt. 

Laura couldn't stand the titillation one minute longer. She needed release, 
and she needed it right away. Already she could imagine the little slave's 
soft red mouth burrowing inside the heavy, loose folds of her gigantic cunt 
gash. She could see herself lying on a bed, flat on her back, luxuriously 
spread-eagled and whimpering with arousal, while Susan kissed every inch of 
her body. She could already feel the tingles of satisfaction racing from her 
cunt and exploding in her brain with the terrible and beautiful dynamite 
power of orgasm. 

"Willy," Laura snapped. "I want this girl handcuffed. Right now." 

"Good idea," Willy drawled. "We better keep those two cunts under a sharp 
eye. You never know, they may turn, like those crazy dog bitches my uncle 
used to keep. They still remember their old master. They don't have any 
loyalty to us yet. We got to be careful of them." 

"Sure," Laura said briefly. She disagreed totally with Willy, but she was 
too hungry and too aroused to get into a discussion. She knew Susan wouldn't 
turn on her. There was no chance of that. And when Susan got her first taste 
of her huge, delectable cunt, she would stay loyal forever, Laura thought. 
There was no need for handcuffs for purposes of actual restraint. Willy had 
misunderstood. She just wanted them there as a symbolic thing, as a visual, 
material manifestation of Susan's utter helplessness, and her utter 
subjugation to Laura. 

"Send her over here," Willy said. 

"Go to Willy," Laura commanded Susan. 

"Yes mistress," she replied, humbly bowing her head to the big, red-headed 
woman. She scurried over to Willy and knelt down in front of him. 

"Up with your hands, cunt," he snarled. He held a pair of silver handcuffs, 
ready to snap them into place over Susan's tiny, delicate wrists. Susan 
obediently put her wrists together and raised them up to Willy. He snapped 
the cold steel bracelets over each hand. Then he hooked one huge, meaty 
finger into one of them. He gave it a hard, quick tug, and the handcuff 
slipped easily off of Susan's tiny hand. "Fuck," Willy bellowed. "A whole 
hell of a lot of good these are going to do us. The fucking cunt can get 
them right off without even half trying." 

"How come?" Laura demanded. 

"They slip right off her fucking wrists," Willy said angrily. He gritted his 
teeth and sent his foot slamming into the tiny girl's soft round stomach. 

Instantly, Susan crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. He had kicked her so 
hard, she couldn't even give vocal expression to her agony. She couldn't 
scream or even moan, because Willy's brutal booted kick had completely 
knocked the air out of her lungs. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Laura screamed. "Leave her alone. 
She's my slave for the night." 

"So," Willy snarled. 

"So, if you beat the living shit out of her, shell just throw up and faint. 
She won't be of any use to me," Laura shrieked angrily. 

"Oh, yeah," Willy said sheepishly. "I forgot." 

"Asshole," Laura snapped. 

"Don't start riding me, woman," Willy said, instantly turning on Laura. "I 
didn't mean to hit her so hard. I just don't know my own strength." 

"Oh, forget it," Laura said wearily. "Let's not start fighting with each 
other. Let's stick together." 

"Right," John said. 

"Now, send her over to me," Laura said. But Susan didn't wait for a command 
from Willy. She dragged herself on her knees, slowly and painfully, and 
staggered back across the room to Laura. 

"Show me your hands," Laura said sternly. Wordlessly, Susan raised her hands 
in front of her. Laura quickly and skillfully slipped the handcuff over 
Susan's hand again. She didn't really care if it was secure or not. That was 
ridiculous. Susan was so frail and small, Laura could have broken her in two 
effortlessly. She couldn't present a threat to Laura even if she wanted to. 
And, Laura was convinced, she would never want to. 

"Now," Laura said, "you are going to do me, and do it well, understand?" 

Susan nodded. "Yes mistress," she said. Instantly, her small head darted 
between Laura's huge, voluptuous thighs. Her mouth moved closer and closer 
to the core of Laura's sexuality, the huge, wet, red cunt throbbing between 
her legs. Laura spread her legs out luxuriously, and lay back on the 
armchair. She watched the darm-haired girl kneeling at her feet. She watched 
the small dark head bobbing eagerly up and down as Susan sniffed and licked 
her way higher and higher up Laura's voluptuous thighs, getting closer and 
closer to the fat, loose-hanging cunt lips every second. A shiver of arousal 
ran over Laura's body. 

The girl had the delicacy of touch of a tiny bird, or a small kitten. Her 
licks and kisses were as sensitive, as delicate as the touch of a feather. 
Laura shivered with pleasure. The girl was practically tickling her, so 
light and fluffy was the feel of her face, her tongue, and her lips over 
Laura's thighs. 

"Get to the cunt, quick," she moaned, spreading her legs out farther. 

Still, Laura concentrated on the slow movement of her mouth, still sliding 
up Laura's thighs, yet still so far away from the hot, searing wet place 
where Laura wanted it to be. 

"This girl needs some encouragement," Laura said out loud. She reached over 
to the coffee table at the side of the armchair. She picked up the light, 
short riding crop lying there next to the ashtray. 

Susan glanced up quickly. When she saw the crop in Laura's hands, she 
gasped, "Yes, yes." Then her head bobbed down to the red-haired girl's 
thick, voluptuous thighs again. 

Instantly, Laura let the thin, delicate crop crack through the air, and bite 
savagely into the naked flesh of Susan's smooth, milk-white back. She felt a 
tremor of arousal race over the slave's body as the full impact of the whip 
reached her brain centers. 

Suddenly, Susan's mouth was directly over Laura's cunt. The young slave 
didn't know where to begin. Laura's cunt presented a challenge to anyone, 
but Susan felt it most keenly, because, in terms of size, Laura's cunt was 
four times the size of Susan's mouth. 

"Start with the clit," Laura ordered, sensing the girl's confusion, "then 
work your way down." 

Susan obediently rose higher on her knees, so that her tiny, rosebud of a 
mouth could reach the huge woman's clit. Carefully, she picked the slick, 
fat red lips apart, leaving the ruffles of the inner cunt gaping up at her, 
and completely exposed to the stimulation of her tongue. She brought her 
finger up to the clit, and began to rub it slowly. 

"Never mind the finger," Laura snapped. "Just do as I say." 

"Yes mistress," Susan said obediently. 

Instantly, her mouth darted down to Laura's thick, throbbing cunt. She 
flicked her tongue out towards the clit, after she had carefully rolled it 
up into a long, hard pseudo-prick. She began to nuzzle the clit with the tip 
of her tongue. 

Suddenly, she felt the leather tip of the crop tickling her back. She felt 
the crop as a tingling, tickling sensation, extremely pleasurable and 
sexually exciting. Actually, Laura, in the throes of her passion, was laying 
down hard, heavy licks of the crop, putting all the strength in her arm 
behind each blow. 

But Susan was oblivious to anything. She had never eaten cunt before, and 
the heavy, musky odor that came out of Laura's huge, ripe hole dizzied her 
and shattered her senses. All she could do was dig in hungrily looking for 
more and more. 

Then a thick, gooey load of come slid down Laura's cunt canal, and bubbled 
over the ruffled red inner cunt lips. Susan felt the hot, slimy drool of the 
come slapping against her chin. She realized what happened. 

Instantly, her mouth darted down further into the slit. Her tongue poked 
eagerly among the ruffled cunt flesh, probing for the hole, the magic circle 
where all the sweet, yet salty come was oozing from. At last, her pointed 
tongue tip found the twat itself. 

With a groan of lust, she stabbed her tongue into it again and again. She 
was reaching a peak of excitement, and a frenzy of arousal. 

She lifted her head off the twat for a second. 

"Hit me," she gasped. "Please, hit me so I can really feel it." 

"I am," Laura moaned. "I've been coming down on you with the crop hard, 
really hard, for the past five minutes." 

"I could hardly feel it," Susan moaned. "You have to do it harder, please 
Laura." 

"Oh, with pleasure," Laura moaned, a low laugh escaping from her mouth. She 
had been right about the girl, Laura decided. She would be loyal to her. She 
would forget Tod, and every other prick she had ever known, as soon as she 
got a good taste of Laura, as soon as the full rich flavor of her cunt juice 
had really seeped into her taste buds, and penetrated to the center of her 
brain's pleasure control. 

Then, Laura thought, I'll introduce her to cunt-lapping, female style. That 
will put the seal on her slavery, for sure. 

Susan's fresh young mouth was back at work, sucking out every drop of cunt 
juice that had flowed out of Laura's twat. She dug her tongue deeper into 
the twat, and still deeper, until her jaw pressed painfully into Laura's 
cunt. 

"Stop it," Laura ordered. The sensation of pain she was getting from Susan's 
over-eager assault on her pussy was very unpleasant to her. like Tod, like 
all masters, she did not relish the notion of pain at all. It made her 
hysterical just to contemplate the possibility of it. 

She landed a hard whip blow on Susan's back. The girl failed to react, she 
was in such a frenzy of lust. Her eager, hungry tongue only dug in deeper, 
and the bone of her jaw pressed harder and harder into Laura's sensitive 
pussy. 

"Stop it," Laura screamed hysterically. She couldn't tolerate that kind of 
pressure on her cunt, even though it wasn't painful, by any objective 
standards. But to her, it felt like torture, like agony. like all masters, 
she was basically a coward when it came to physical pain. She was actually 
revolted by it, by the very thought of it. 

The leather strap fell harder and harder on Susan's back. Laura tried to 
slash it across the girl's face, but she had buried the face too deep and 
too hard into Laura's hairy red cunt, so that it was not accessible to any 
whip blows. 

Kicking frantically, Laura struck out with the riding crop any way, thinking 
that somehow, miraculously, the leather would hit its mark. 

She was wrong. All she succeeded in doing was slashing herself brutally over 
her own thighs. "Fuck," she bellowed in pain and rage. "It's all your fault, 
you ugly little cunt," she howled at Susan. 

She grabbed a long thick hank of Susan's hair, and gave it a sharp brutal 
tug which snapped the girl's head back, way back, and lifted her face and 
jaw off Laura's aching cunt. 

"I ought to whip the living shit out of you," Laura gasped, her chest 
heaving with fear at what she imagined to be a narrow escape from some 
terrible, and indescribable pain. 

Susan licked her lips slowly, scooping up all the white, foamy come that had 
stuck to her mouth. She could taste the salty, slimy stuff again. It tasted 
good. She smiled. She felt the burning tingling sensation of the whip welts 
on her back. That felt good too, and added to the overall sensation of 
sexual arousal and pleasure that was burning inside her, warming her body 
until she glowed with lust. 

Suddenly, she looked directly at Laura's eyes. Then, for the first time, she 
knew something was wrong. A look of perplexed anxiety flashed over her face. 

She had forgotten Tod, and had found her true self in the give and take of 
pain and pleasure, in the intoxicating oblivion she found in another woman's 
cunt. Now, Laura, who she thought was ready to adopt as her new mistress, 
was scowling angrily down at her. 

Susan swallowed hard. "What have I done wrong?" she whispered. 

"You hurt me, you dumb cunt," Laura shrilled, once again bringing the 
leather strip down cruelly. This time, it slashed Susan right across the 
face. 

The young slave's hands flew up to her face. She crumpled to the floor in 
agony. The leather strip had hit her across the eyes. And now, her eyes were 
tearing badly. The incredibly painful stinging sensation filling them, and 
overwhelming her, felt like a burning acid eating away at the tender 
gelatinous globes of her eyeballs. 

She began to whimper hysterically. She began to believe that she was 
blinded, and blinded forever. She pulled her hands away from her face, and 
tried to open her eyes. But it was no use. The swollen flesh of her wounded, 
bruised eyelids would not separate, and she continued to see darkness when 
she knew she should be seeing light. 

Susan began to scream hysterically, frightened and terrified by the sudden 
blackness that closed in over her world. She felt Laura's reassuring touch, 
she heard Laura whispering words to her, but she couldn't understand 
anything. The profundity of her frightened hysteria drowned out all other 
sensations, all other information coming to her. All she was aware of was 
the blackness that surrounded her, and the meaning this blackness had: she 
couldn't see any more. 

"Shut that cunt up," Willy snarled. 

Suddenly, Susan felt a piece of cloth being shoved into her mouth. She began 
to struggle frantically, flailing around her hysterically. Then, she 
realized that she had on the handcuffs too, and she was just that much more 
helpless. 

Of course, the handcuffs were completely convincing to her. She had 
forgotten that she could slip them off easily. In fact, she had never even 
heard Willy tell Laura that they could come off so effortlessly, because she 
didn't want to hear it. It didn't interest her. She was a slave, and she 
wanted to be a slave. Her slave mentality edited out all information 
pertaining to how she could be free. She wasn't interested in freedom. She 
was, in fact, running from freedom, as all masochists do. 

She felt herself being lifted up off the floor, and laid on the bed. 

"Don't worry," Laura said to her. "You'll be all right. This is just 
temporary." Laura had to repeat her reassurances a dozen times before they 
even began to sink into Susan's hysterical, fear-struck brain. Even when she 
did understand what Laura was telling her, she didn't believe it. 

But she calmed down soon, more from sheer exhaustion. She closed her mouth 
after having spit out the rag they had stuffed in it. 

"Don't worry, Laura," she said. "I won't scream any more. I know you won't 
hurt me like that any more." 

"I won't baby, I swear I won't," Laura babbled. "It was only an accident, 
believe me." 

"I believe you," Susan said. She sighed deeply and lay motionless on the 
bed. She didn't know what would happen next, and she didn't care. 

The fast switch of loyalties that was required of her served only to confuse 
her cruelly. She was a slave, a simple slave. That was what she wanted to 
be. She didn't really care if she was Laura's slave or Tod's slave. She just 
needed a master. She needed her sex fix of punishment. At this point, she 
was past caring what happened to her, or who she belonged to. She only 
wanted the oblivion of sleep. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Rina had watched the whole proceeding. Unlike Susan, she was not indifferent 
to the outcome of the power struggle going on within their S&M clique. 

Even though she saw that Tod was lying on the floor like a side of beef, 
bound and helpless, she knew he had not given up yet. She knew he would 
fight to recover what was rightfully his, the whole group, and herself. 

Susan was doing fabulously, eating out that ugly cunt, Laura. She was glad 
the young girl had enough cunning and presence of mind to keep up the 
elaborate pretense of lust and satisfaction. Rina was duly impressed. When 
she heard Susan's screams of anguish though, she was afraid the girl might 
break and succumb to the other side. 

She stared nervously at the proceedings, all the while crouching at John's 
feet and stroking the hard, stiff leather of his boot. 

When they lay Susan down on the bed, and the young girl stopped screaming, 
Rina listened attentively to the conversation that followed. 

"I hope she ends up okay," Willy muttered. 

"Yeah," John agreed. "We don't want any dead bodies on our hands." 

"Dead bodies, my ass," Laura snapped. "There's no possibility of that, you 
ass-hole!" 

"Dead bodies, nothing," said Willy. "You don't need no dead bodies to get 
yourself in trouble, bad trouble. It would be enough if that dumb screaming 
cunt had any permanent scars, or if you really did damage her eyes." 

"Shit," said John, "he's right. That would be enough to put us all in jail." 

"Yeah," Willy snarled. "What the fuck did you have to go whipping her across 
the face for?" 

"It was an accident," Laura screamed. "Well, that's all it takes, you know," 
Willy said. 

Rina watched them bickering fruitlessly back and forth. Suddenly, she spoke 
up. "This sort of shit never happened when Tod was in charge." 

All three of the dissenters turned on her. 

"You shut up, cunt," John yelled, giving her a hard kick in the stomach. 
Rina doubled over in pain, but still, she didn't forget her task and her 
duty to Tod. 

"It's true," she groaned over the excruciating pangs that ripped through her 
stomach. "You know it is." 

"That's besides the point. He's yesterday's newspaper as far as I'm 
concerned," Laura said coolly. "And," she added, "if you think you're going 
to bring him back into the group, you're kidding yourself." 

"Yeah," Willy snarled. "He's going out first thing, out on his ass." 

"Yeah," John added. "And he's lucky if he gets out with his ass in one 
piece, too." 

"You'll be sorry for this," Rina screamed. She had a sudden overwhelming 
sense of hopelessness. 

She glanced at Tod. He was still lying on his side, hog-tied and helpless. 
He hadn't moved one inch since the whole disgusting orgy began. 

Rina wondered if he had given up. One thing was perfectly clear in her mind. 
If he gave up the group, he would give her up, too. If the group succeeded 
in throwing him out, he would leave, not only the group and the Herald 
Computer School, but her too. 

And Rina was smart enough to know that Tod was not the kind of man who took 
any one with him when he left. He was the sort of man who simply 
disappeared, dropped out of sight one day, and was never heard from again. 

A moan of regret rumbled in her throat. She was overwhelmed by a sense of 
hopelessness. Just when she had found a master, he would leave her. Who 
could ever replace him? Who could ever wield a whip the way Tod did? Nobody 
she knew. She couldn't accept it. 

"Tod," she screamed suddenly, "do something. Don't let these ass-holes push 
you around. We both want you and nobody else. You are our real master!" 

But he remained motionless, indifferent. He had withdrawn completely from 
the situation. 

Suddenly, Rina realized what was happening. He had withdrawn because he felt 
free to withdraw. He felt free to withdraw because he didn't feel any 
commitment, any sense of responsibility towards her or towards Susan. 

She knew that was wrong, terribly wrong. After he had accepted them and made 
them both his slaves, he was totally responsible for them. He could not 
abandon them under any condition. That was part and parcel of the unspoken 
agreement between master and slave: the slave totally gives up and renounces 
his own will, and his own being, to become the property of the master. But 
the master, in turn, is bound to the slave by his obligation and 
responsibility to him. 

Tod was violating this very basic tenet of S&M. Rina knew it instinctively, 
even though she was only a recent initiate into the rites of pleasure and 
pain. She knew that Tod was not following the principles he himself had 
introduced. Rina found that objectionable, extremely objectionable. She felt 
that he was betraying them, and at the same time, violating the integrity of 
his being. 

She looked at him carefully. If he could do that, if he could go against the 
principles he said he was leading them to, he could do anything. Maybe, 
Susan thought, all the others were right. Maybe John and Willy and Laura had 
a point Maybe Tod was on a power trip, and he was just using them. They were 
no more than the necessary backdrop to the playing and interplay in g of his 
ego. 

Suddenly, the scales fell from her eyes, and she saw him as he really was-a 
selfish, self-centered ego-maniacal sadist. 

Rina leaped to her feet. She turned to Susan. "We have to get rid of him," 
she shrilled. "Don't you see that, Susan? He's been using us, that's all." 

"What are you talking about?" Susan asked weakly. There was too much strain, 
too much tension in this situation, and she felt wearied from it. She 
reacted poorly to stress situations, generally, and this one especially was 
distressing to her because the element of sex was so strongly intermingled. 

"I mean that he doesn't really want us to be his slaves," Rina said. "Don't 
you see? If he did, he would fight for himself, if for no other reason than 
to protect us and keep us. Masters always do that for their slaves, because 
that's the way it works. That's what they're supposed to do, but he doesn't 
care enough about us, or about me, to even try. He's just lying there like a 
sack of potatoes, waiting for the whole thing to pass." 

Slowly, Susan turned her head to Tod. He still hadn't moved an inch. "Yeah, 
it does kind of look that way now that you mention it," she said, slowly. 

"I tell you, it is that way," Rina insisted. "I know what I'm talking 
about." 

"What should we do?" Susan asked, weakly. 

"Join the others, of course," Rina snapped. "If we can't get what we need, 
and what we have a right to, why the fuck should we stick with that stupid, 
selfish cock?" 

"Yeah, I guess so," Susan said. 

"That's great, girls," Laura said. "I'm glad you know enough to see that 
cock as he really is. It's about time." 

"Count us in on your side," Rina said. "What do you say, Susan?" 

"Sure," Susan replied. "Whatever you think. I don't really know one way or 
the other." 

"Let's beat the shit out of him first," Laura said. 

"I'm for that," Rina replied, grimly. 'The fucking hypocrite. He didn't have 
to lay that whole line of bullshit on us when he didn't mean it. It would 
have been better if he just came right out and said he wanted to slap around 
girls and he got off on whipping cunts. That's all. But no, he had to make 
up all these imagine theories and tell us all these lies." 

Rina's body trembled with rage. She seemed to turn white from the force of 
her anger, and the ugly red welts and scars on her body turned a bright 
reddish purple. "Give me one of those whips," she said to Laura. 

Quickly, Laura thrust a long, curling whip at Rina. It was one of the 
bullwhips, long and thick and wicked. Rina grabbed it and approached Tod. 

She stood over his body. Suddenly, her foot slammed out into his groin. 

He made no sound, only a loud groan of agony muffled in his throat. 

"Oh, he's one of those creeps who won't let on when he's hurt. You can slam 
the shit out of him and he won't even let out a squeak," Rina said. 

"Yeah, he's into pride, false pride," Laura said. 

"Whip the shit out of him, girls," John urged. 

"Yeah, I'd really like to see that mother-fucker beg," Willy said. His 
inherent sadism made him excited at the prospect of seeing Tod, the 
beautiful proud master, quivering and weeping from pain and humiliation. He 
might even get sexually excited by it, he realized. So what, he said to 
himself, anything goes these days. 

"Untie him first," Rina said. Somehow she was repulsed by the idea of 
whipping a bound, helpless man. If he was free, if he could move, it would 
somehow be less hideous to her. Yet, she knew she had to lay at least a few 
whip blows across his perfect body. 

She had to see him humiliated and debased. After he had tricked her, so 
coldly and so cruelly, the well of hatred inside her would overflow if she 
didn't let her natural and justified aggressions pour out of her now. 

Quickly, John and Willy cut the lengths of rope that were binding Tod's 
body. Even though he was now free to move, and even to stand up if he wanted 
too, he remained in the same position as the one he had when he was tied up 
and helpless. 

"Move your ass, mother-fucker," Rina hissed. "Get up on your feet." 

Still, Tod didn't move. He didn't look up or open his eyes. With a gasp of 
exasperation, Rina raised the long, heavy whip high over her head and let it 
slash down into Tod's vulnerable, motionless body. As the biting leather dug 
into his flesh, Tod shivered with agony. He began to move. 

"Hey, that got to him," Laura said, laughing cruelly. "Give him a few more 
licks of the whip. Maybe that will even make him dance." 

"Yeah, Rina," John said. "Make that mother-fucker move!" 

Rina suddenly fell into a frenzy. She slashed the whip over his body again 
and again, increasing the fury of her licks with each stroke. Even as she 
stood, slashing into him, she saw the angry welts she had made thicken and 
redden. Yet, this time, it didn't bother her. Before, the idea of one mark, 
one scratch, marring the smooth, muscular body of her master would have made 
her sick with disgust and outrage. like all masochists, she saw him as a 
sacred object, unquestionably pure, unquestionably powerful, and 
unquestionably superior to her own worthless, degraded self. 

Now she could look at his body, crisscrossed by the ugly scars of her 
punishment, and feel nothing, absolutely nothing. She could even continue to 
slam into him with the whip. 

Suddenly, Laura was at her side. She held a long thick whip in her hand. 
"Let him have it, honey," she hissed to Rina. "Show him what it feels like." 

They pinned Tod's body cruelly to the floor and gathered around him, their 
whips and metal rods poised. 

"You let him have it with the whip," Laura said. "Meanwhile, I'll butt-fuck 
him with this metal rod." 

"Good idea," John mumbled. His face took on a look, a tense look of total 
concentration. He moved slowly, menacingly towards Tod. "Oh, are you ever 
going to get it, big boy," he muttered under his breath. 

"Damn right," Willy added. 

They stepped over Tod's body and began to go at him from the back. Their 
long, stiff metal rods prodded his helpless exposed body mercilessly. 
Meanwhile, Rina and Laura were still flailing their whips at him. 

Tod collapsed to the ground. He simply lay there quietly, knowing that it 
was of no use to fight. They kept him down with their whips and sticks, 
cutting and slashing at him. Suddenly he felt Laura's whip twisting around 
his neck. She picked up a rod. Suddenly, without warning, her powerful arms 
straightened and she shot the cold, hard metal shaft right into Tod's 
ass-hole. She let it sink in a good six inches and then stopped. 

Laura's face tightened with concentration. She bit her lower lip and began 
to twist the metal rod, churning and stirring it inside the ass-hole. John 
and Willy continued whipping him. 

Suddenly Laura stopped. She looked at Rina triumphantly. Then she looked 
over to John and Willy and Susan. A cruel smile twisted her lips. She gave 
the rod a quick tug, and pulled it out of his ass-hole. She laughed when she 
saw it now, coated with his blood and shit.
