She slept late and even after she opened her eyes and faced the brightness of her bedroom, she still wanted to rest. She sat up and reached for a cigarette. Bruce was still sound asleep beside her and she shifted the bedding so that he was naked and she could look at his noble cock in its repose.
His balls and his cock were covered with lipstick and she knew that some of it was her own. She remembered the way she had been when she and Bruce finally got to bed and now she felt her skin crawling and prickling with new and startling sensations.
She had heard it said that many couples were wild for each other after they left a group session and she knew now that it was true. She had been avid for Brace's cock and he had fucked her. Then they had gotten into a sixty-nine and she devoured him with all the ferocity of a vampire.
He had been equally hungry for her, too, she remembered. She sucked the smoke deep into her lungs and then she tried to remember all of the things that she had done the previous evening and she could not. She glanced into a mirror and as she opened her legs she could see that her own crotch was smeared with lipstick and there were many differing shades. She sighed and put her hand between her legs so that she could rub herself into an orgasm. She was horny as hell this morning and she popped very quickly. She was heaving and gasping for breath as orgasm shook her. She sighed again, sucked on her cigarette, then got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
She climbed into the shower and scrubbed herself clean with a determination to rid her body of any of the vestiges of the previous night. She washed her hairless genitals carefully and aroused herself anew by handling them. She spread her legs slightly and let her urine join the flow of water that was drenching her body. She shampooed her hair and rinsed it, then she wrapped a towel around her head and she got out of the shower stall and looked at her pretty young body in the mirrored walls.
She gazed into the mirror above the bowl and she was glad that it was tilted and low enough so that she could see her little cleft and her creamy white thighs. She smiled into her own, eyes as she slipped her finger up into her cunt. She shivered as she remembered that at least four guys had screwed her up the ass and they had deposited their loads in her there. She sat down on the stool and quickly cleansed that portion of her anatomy, too.
She remembered then that she had spent a lot of money for goodies that the salesgirl had handed over to her. She had a suitcase full of toys downstairs. Irene had been very helpful about helping her select things and she had also loaned a suitcase so that Linda could carry her purchases home.
She stifled the urge to rush downstairs and look at the things that she had bought right away. She decided that she would wait for Brace to be with her. She began to think of Brace, vulnerable in his sleep and she went into the bedroom and stood for a time looking down at him. His cock was stiff and tight against his belly. She began to drool as she thought of sucking him off. He loved being awakened in such a charming fashion and she was always eager to awaken him like that.
She looked over at the corner of the bedroom and saw that her little poodle was awake. He was sitting up, wagging his tail. She went over to him and she picked him up. She hugged him to her and she giggled softly as the animal licked her naked breast.
"We'd better let you out," she said.
She put a robe on and carried the dog downstairs. She let him out for a while, then she sat and smoked a cigarette while she tried to get her mouth under control.
Thinking about the night before and its events should get her mind off of Brace's cock, she thought.
The beautiful redhead had sold a lot of stuff and she had taken orders for lots more. Most of the things that she and Bruce were interested in she bought and carried home. They were thinking about one of the fancy couches with the built-ins but she wanted to try Carol's first.
The party had gotten a bit rough after a while. During the late hours, most of the males were pretty useless and the girls began feeding upon each other, then a couple of trained dogs were brought in. They were really wild, she thought. The dogs were trained to lick cunt or to fuck. Some of the girls who were a bit squeamish about accepting a dog's cock in their cunts were eager to accept the same treatment in their assholes.
Irene brought out some garments that were like G-strings. They were harnesses, actually, that fitted tightly over the girl's cunt and left her asshole the only available opening for the dog. She had watched and seen the exquisite sensations that the girls were enjoying and she had been tempted to let one of the animals do her but she had gotten busy with other things and then she never did get around to trying a session with a dog. But, she intended to, the first chance that she got.
She stayed for the punishment session and watched the disciplining staff strap the pretty girl into a whipping rack and she was very close to the suffering girl. She could see the swift, shuddering reactions that the little blonde's body showed each time the very fetchingly costumed whipmaster touched her soft flesh with the cruel whips. The whipmaster was a very young and beautiful girl who stopped off late, just to punish the lovely Lori. It dawned on Linda after a while that the girl was experiencing ecstasy, and her anguish was merely extreme pleasure too intense to endure.
The dogs got at her after a while. She was constantly emptying her loins and the fruits of her orgasms were sliding down her legs and the dogs dealt with her juices and then one began licking her sexual organs while the other one began licking and tonguing her asshole. After watching the girl's agonies for a long time, Linda realized that she was envying her. The peculiar pleasures that could be felt from whips and lashes were not unknown to her, but she had never really gotten to be seriously interested in such joys. She didn't really dig whips, she supposed. But, she could watch the glorious sensations that the girl, Lori, was experiencing and she could envy her such bliss.
She and Bruce had been among the last to leave the meeting. She liked to think that they delayed their departure because they were riding with Fred and Carol but she knew that that was not so. Carol and Fred had been willing to leave at any time after they had made their purchases from the salesgirl.
She liked the girl, Rhoda, and she had spent some time with her, talking and visiting and then, inevitably, enjoying a delightful sixty-nine.
Rhoda had mentioned to her that she knew an agent, a woman who was seeking homes for some rather exceptional young people. And she had heard that Linda and Bruce were thinking about Linda's half-formed plans and she was She admitted that Carol and Fred had told her bout Linda's half-formed plans and she was hoping that she could be of some help.
"What makes these young people so exceptional?" Linda asked, while they were sharing a time of smoking and talking.
"They are exceptionally good-looking," Rhoda said. "Miss Letitia only handles young people who have not been too well used. And, she requires that her youngsters be eager and ardent and she will set up an appointment and make sure that the deal is a good one for everybody concerned. The young people are placed in the home for a thirty-day trial period. After that, they go or stay permanently. It works out well. Can I tell Miss Letitia that you would like to see her?"
Carol had said yes and then they talked of other things. Rhoda put her hands on Linda's breasts and Linda put her hands on Rhoda's breasts and they began toying with each other's sexual parts. They began kissing and hugging and then they moved and wound up in a passionate and enervating sixty-nine. She was drained dry by the time the pretty redhead left her. She sat for a long time in a stupor, overcome by exceptional orgasms and their toll.
She wandered for a time, looking at others engaged in delightful pursuits, and she was entranced and fascinated by the punishment session that the blonde, Lori, had to sustain. Irene explained to her that the punishment and disciplining activities were always reserved for the end of the evening because watching it usually affected the others and sent them home really turned on and eager for one more session with their mates.
Linda was willing to believe that. She and Bruce had gotten home, and after bidding Fred and Carol good night, they got undressed and then went wild with sexual demands upon each other. They talked afterward and agreed that joining such a group could be a good thing. Finally they slept and now Bruce was still sleeping.
She woke him, after a while. He was horny as hell and his stiff cock was practically vibrating with excitement and agitation. Surprisingly, they wound up in a long, passionate session of necking and when she finally got into a robe and went about the business of fixing some breakfast, she was entirely happy and at peace with the world.
Carol called after breakfast and they talked for a time.
"The kids are driving me up the walls," Carol said, laughing. "They want us to invite you and Bruce over for a few days. So, you are officially invited. When would you like to visit?"
She talked it over with Bruce and they decided that they would like a couple of days of rest before visiting with Fred and Carol.
"That will be a really wild orgy," Bruce said, smiling. "Let's rest up for it. Make it Friday afternoon."
She talked with Carol and the date was set. (Fred and Carol were eager to get a bit of rest, too.) They swam in the pool for a time then they fell into a warm embrace and Linda began to shiver and shake with renewed sexual vigor's. She decided that it was time for them to fool around with the things that she had bought from Rhoda, the saleslady.
She fixed a light lunch for them and after they had eaten, she asked Bruce to carry the bags upstairs to their bedroom. She had purchased a large stock of lotions and salves and herbs and a large supply of the little pills that Rhoda had used to revive Brace's interest in sexual matters at the meeting.
She got undressed so that Bruce could put the breast yokes on her lovely boobs and when he pulled the bra that contained the fancy rings tight, Linda's breasts popped out like bursting pears. She began to squirm, feeling a strange, sensual thrill. He put a clamp on each nipple and she got down on all fours so that he could attach the ribboned leash to the mechanism at the back of the bra. Then he attached the cruel serrated clamp to her tiny cunt lips and she began scurrying around the floor, too tormented to be still. But she was enjoying this new and special agony and could feel the way her loins were expelling her juices and her whole crotch became wet and dewy as her anguish increased. He could not resist the urge to tug on tee leash, she supposed, because he did tug on it and the needles popped out of the rings and dug into her breasts with a quick, brutal assault. She was conscious of a wave of intense pain in her bosom and then she was experiencing an orgasm of exceptional pleasures. She stopped caring about the pain and she began to enjoy the remarkable thrills that the new equipment was giving to her.
Her body became a whole area of intense sensation and she knew that Bruce was aroused and excessively turned on. He touched the butterfly clamp on her labia and when she gasped and spilled in a new orgasm, he laughed at her. Then he was behind her, slipping his cock into her asshole and that was the final straw for her. She groaned and began pulsating like an agitated vegetable and all that she could feel was ecstatic thrills and fierce sensations. She sighed and gave herself up to the excruciating thrills that were lancing through her being and her mind drifted off into a limbo of exaggerated bliss.
Later in the day they experimented with the teardrop collar that she had bought for Bruce's genitals and he was able to enjoy exceptional thrills, too. She poured some of the depilatory on Bruce's crotch and he was soon as hairless as she was and he was then able to enjoy the tingling, smarting sensations that the lotions imparted to tender flesh. All in all, Linda was very pleased with her purchases and she was sure that Bruce was too. And because they had to try everything, they wore themselves out. Each day was a long drawn-out period of constant sexual experimentation but, instead of losing interest, they seemed more and more driven and eager to try new things. Linda slept only when exhaustion forced her into slumber and she wondered if they would be able to rest a day or two before going to visit Fred and Carol for a few days.
Circumstances forced a-halt in their marathon sexual enterprises. Bruce had to go off on a business trip for two days and Linda used the time for resting. When she took inventory she learned that she and Bruce had used a lot of the aphrodisiacs that they had bought and she was sure that they would swear that the materials they used certainly did the work that was claimed for them.
Bruce got home on Friday and he looked to be rested and fit and the first thing that he insisted upon doing was taking time out to get reacquainted with his lovely bride and her pretty parts. They went to bed and began making love and when they began to think of other things, it was much too late to bother going to Fred's and Carol's, so Linda called and promised that they would drive over in the morning and then spend several days with them and their kids.
Bruce wanted to try out some of their erotic equipment and she became eager to do so, too, and then they took some of the pills and herbs and then became wild, sexy fiends, too turned on to quite testing their glands and their bodies. When they finally slept, it was because they could do nothing else. Linda kissed Bruce good night, happy that he was the way he was and glad that she was just as wild for fun and games, too.
The telephone awakened her. There was a young woman on the line and she was trying to explain to Linda that her name was Miss Letitia and she would like to stop in and see Linda and her husband. Linda yawned and reached for a cigarette, hoping that the smoke would help her to awaken.
"I have obviously disturbed you while you were sleeping," the woman on the phone said, "but it is most necessary that I speak with you. I will stop in and see you in about an hour. Carol and Fred have told me where to locate the key for the gates, so you won't be at all disturbed."
"Okay," Carol said, with the amiability of those not yet awake. She cradled the telephone, scratched her pubis and then snapped into a wide-awake state. She woke Bruce immediately. "That woman called us," she said excitedly. "The woman that finds slaves for people."
Bruce sat up and stared at her. He was smiling but he was not at all awake. She lit a cigarette for him and put it into his mouth. Then she sat down on the side of the big bed and began explaining things to him.
He got out of bed and she took a shower with him. They lingered for a time in the shower because he got hard in her hand so she let him slide it up into her and they pranced around under the water and she squirmed and he began thrusting, then he was coming in her and she could feel the warmth of his leaking juices sliding down her legs. When he finally pulled himself out of her, she left the shower long enough to use the bidet and then she finished her shower.
She fixed a quick breakfast for them and they ate hurriedly. Linda made certain that they were dressed nicely and looked like a very handsome young couple who would be good to young slaves. When she went to answer the front doorbell, Linda was a bit surprised to learn that she was trembling. She glanced at Bruce, gave him a goon girl grin and then went off to the door.
A tall, handsome blonde woman, perhaps forty, was standing on the front porch. A small new car sat in the driveway behind her. The woman was very nicely dressed, well groomed and smiling as she stared at Linda, expecting to be invited into Linda and Bruce's house.
"How do you do?" the woman said. "I am Miss Letitia."
"Oh, yes," Linda said, a bit dazedly. "Do come in."
She supposed that she was a bit shocked because the handsome woman agent looked more like a schoolteacher than a flesh peddler. It turned out that Miss Letitia had been a teacher, but, as she explained to them a bit later, she had given it up for more lucrative pursuits.
Linda led the woman into the living room and she shook hands with Bruce and then she sat down on the couch, her legs crossed and nestled demurely against the front of the couch.
Linda offered coffee and the woman smiled and accepted. She lit a cigarette that she took from a pack that she fished out of an enormous purse.
"I am so pleased to meet you two," Miss Letitia said with a smile that made her seem in her twenties. "I think that I will be able to provide a very wonderful surprise for you. That is why I came so promptly. You see, I have two young people who need a home and, because they are exceptionally handsome, I wanted you two to have a chance to consider them."
"That's nice," Bruce said idiotically. Linda smiled at him and went off to fetch the coffee things. They talked for a time and the woman explained that she was especially anxious to find them just what they were looking for because Fred and Carol and some other members of the group had recommended them so very highly.
"It seems so callous," Linda said uncomfortably. "I mean, the business of buying human beings for the purposes that we have in mind."
Miss Letitia smiled and she took a sip from her coffee cup and a puff from her cigarette and then she sat back and she sighed.
"Everyone says that," she said. "But look at it another way. If someone didn't take an interest in these young people they would wind up in jail or juvenile halls and that would be the end of them. Remember, these kids are experimenting with sex anyway, most of them have run away from home so that they can have drugs or sex without stinting themselves and if no one becomes interested in them, they become creatures of the alleys, forced into prostitution in order to survive.
"The people that I deal with collect such young people, they are examined to make sure that they are free of disease, and then, if they so choose, they are offered for sale to those who wish to keep such young people. We never get complaints because they know that if they fail to please their owners, they are turned out onto the street again and that is the end of them. It works out fine most of the time, believe me."
Bruce was sitting on the edge of his chair, listening to the woman and he had a big, pleased smile on his face. "What are we expected to do?" he asked.
Miss Letitia sipped her coffee again. She moved her long legs and Linda was strangely affected. The woman's legs were decidedly alluring, she thought.
"You furnish the young people with a good home. In a way, you adopt them and become responsible for their well-being. You clothe them and house them and raise them as best you can. If they wish to go to college, you are expected to provide the funds for that. Usually, the young people are so well trained in the business of pleasing and delighting their sponsors and that sort of thing inspires gratitude and generosity from their owners. The master-slave state is preserved because there is something decidedly exciting about such an arrangement."
Linda was a little breathless as she asked, "And you think that you have found someone for us?"
The woman nodded. She smiled at Bruce, then she turned her head slightly to smile at Linda.
"Yes," she said. "I have two young people available for placement in a good home right now. Because they are such handsome young people I wanted you to have a chance at the, first."
Linda was just too excited to say anything for a time. Her mouth felt dry and hot and she was glad that Bruce was able to deal with the woman.
"Suppose you tell us a bit about the young people you have in mind for us," he suggested politely.
The woman nodded. "Of course," she said.
She reached down into her capacious bag and brought out two folders. They were the sort of leather-covered folders that made photo albums. Miss Letitia placed the two leatherbound albums on the coffee table and beckoned to Bruce and Linda to come close. They did, kneeling beside the table so that they could see the pictures that were in the album.
The woman opened one folder and the beautiful face of a very lovely brunette girl stared at them. The pictures were all in color and they could see that the girl's eyes were a soft, almost liquid brown, the lips glistening with bright red lipstick. The mouth was appealing and cute and the girl was lovely beyond belief.
Linda was amazed. "Why, she's beautiful," she said softly, almost protesting.
"Yes, she is," Miss Letitia said. "And she is a very nice young person. That's why I thought of you people first. This is Nancy. She is thirteen and a runaway from a home in the East. Her father was a drunk and her mother was a girl who simply ran off with a man that she liked. Nancy is not a nympho, but she loves sex and all of its pleasures. She ran away and wound up out here. When some of the youngsters told her about the sex slave life, she came to us and was processed. I know that that sounds awful, but she was bathed and examined by a doctor and when it was found that she was suffering from malnutrition she was fed and treated accordingly. Today she is healthy and happy and eager to begin a new life in a nice home."
There were many pictures showing the young girl's exceptionally shapely body. There were pictures of her in a pink satin bikini that would never hold together in water. The tiny bra showed off the twin cones of the girl's lovely chest to good advantage and the bikini panty showed her sexual cleft quite effectively.
"We do not have any nude photos," Miss Letitia said. "We have found that our customers like to discover the intimate parts of their slaves for themselves. Too, all of our females, even those who would not ordinarily do so, are encouraged to let their pubic hair grow out. If their new owners decide to remove it, that is their privilege, and many of them enjoy doing that for their young people. Usually, slaves, both male and female, are shaved and kept in that state by promises or threats from their owners.
"To go on, Nancy is a very sweet young person, ardent and affectionate and decidedly eager to give great joy to those who want her to live with them. She is a very good cook and she likes housework, so she will be an asset in every way. She will have to return to school and make up the time that she has lost, but that is no problem."
"What about her parents?" Bruce asked.
"She has no desire to even communicate with either of them again. She doesn't know where her mother is and she doesn't care. She hates her father. He molested her and that was why she ran away from home. His assaults upon her dealt with him performing cunnilingus on her while she gave him a handjob. Then he brought one of his friends home one night and she had to blow them both all through the night. That was just too much because she was sure that her father and his friend were going to hire her out. So she ran away. But she loves sex and wants to live with a couple who will love her and teach her and take care of her. She has not yet had any lesbian experiences so far as we know, but she has no reservations against such things. I do hope you will give serious consideration to having her with you."
Linda was so eager she was shaking. She said, "Oh, we will. I know that I want her."
Bruce nodded. "I would like to meet her and then if she likes us, we will take her."
Miss Letitia cleared her throat and she closed the folder that they were looking at.
"Naturally, you understand," she said, "Nancy will be quite expensive."
"Yes," Linda said. "We know."
Miss Letitia reached down and got out another folder. She opened it and they stared at the handsome face of a blond young man. He was hardly more than a boy, but he was big and in one of the pictures he wore swim trunks and the bulge in his crotch made Linda lick her lips.
"That is really all boy," Miss Letitia said, pointing to the bulge in the young man's crotch. "He is a bit overdeveloped for fifteen but he has been circumcised and he is exceptionally virile and undoubtedly oversexed. He, too, had a bad home environment and ran away. He is very docile and quite obedient. While he and Nancy have never met, I do believe that they will make a fine addition to your household."
Linda and Bruce were agreeable and it was decided that the boy and the girl would be brought for a visit and if they proved to be happy with Bruce and Linda, they might stay. Miss Letitia said that the syndicate responsible for the young people's future would want five thousand dollars for the pair. Linda glanced imploringly at Bruce and he smiled and nodded.
The woman knew that they were going to visit with Fred and Carol and she said that she would bring the two slaves for a visit when Linda called and asked her to do so. They would stay for a week or two and then the matter would be decided.
Linda was very curious as to what was being done to the youngsters at the present time and Miss Letitia smiled at her when she asked her question.
"Nothing is done to exploit the youngsters," the woman said. "They are living in a private home now and they are given work to do that will keep them busy. When they are delivered to you they will be quite eager for any attentions that you may give them. They will both be horny as hell. We see to that."
"What are the rules?" Linda asked nervously. "I mean, can we do anything to them that we wish to?"
The woman smiled at Linda's question. "There are no rules at all. You may do anything that you like to them. Anything at all. After all, they will become your property."
Linda glowed at that. "Isn't that nice," she said happily.
They went with the woman to the front door and then they followed her outside. Linda felt that she still had lots of questions that she wanted to ask, but she never did get around to asking the syndicate woman any of them.
The woman paused a moment at the edge of the steps and she turned to give them a last smile.
"I think I should admit that there is always the possibility that one of these youngsters will run to the authorities and rat on the syndicate, but that is most unlikely. After all, no one is ever forced to do anything that they don't want to do. The young people who became involved with us seek us out because they want to live the type of life that we offer. Frankly, we have more than enough young people available to us and more showing up all of the time."
"What is the boy's name?" Linda asked. "I don't think you told us. If you did, I've forgotten."
"The boy's name is Ernest," Miss Letitia said, "and the girl's name is Nancy. Their last names do not matter. If you buy them and keep them, their last name will be your name. They will pose as your niece and nephew or your adopted children. You can work that out easily."
Linda grinned. "We sure can," she said happily.