Tales of the Chastity Pole
Part II -- The Humiliation of Brian

Chapter 1 -- Be careful what you wish for......

As might be expected, the lucky, youthful Brian had more sexual opportunities than one dick could possibly discharge. But despite his outward good fortune, Brian was discontent. He harbored a secret fantasy that constantly worried at him like an itch that couldn't be scratched.

Often, when he was having sex with one of the numerous young ladies that hovered around him like bees to honey, he would imagine himself bound and gagged, tormented by a demanding mistress. Brian had occassionally hinted at this fantasy to one of his lovers -- getting on his knees to lick their sweet pussies, dropping little gems such as "Oh Doris, wouldn't you love to be able to MAKE me do this whenever you desire." So far not one of his lovers had picked up on his hints, and, if truth be known, Brian was terribly embarrassed by his secret, perverted desires, and dreaded being LAUGHED AT or RIDICULED for them. So his hints had remained vague and his fantasies unfulfilled.

Brian happened to be listening to "Dings and Dongs" the night of Janice Hotspur's infamous "Chastity Pole" broadcast. "Wow" he thought, "there really are other people, right hear at Perview, who are into this shit. Maybe this stuff is more or less normal. And jeez does it sound hot. Especially with Janice."

Brian was cautious. His ultra-rich parents had grown conservative and religious in the past few years and he could just imagine them finding out about his perverted fantasies and completely disowning him, just four months shy of his majority and his coming to control a substantial amount of money. In addition, Brian couldn't help worrying that this was some sick joke on Janice Hotspur's part. He certainly did not want to end up as the butt of this particular joke. Worse, over the next few days, there developed an intense hostility towards Janice and the chastity poles by the entire male student body. Getting caught even talking to Janice would seriously endanger Brian's high social position.

When Brian closed his eyes he pictured himself with Janice, being beaten, servicing her, having a chastity pole attached to his cock. But a different picture would interfere -- the picture of all his parent's beautiful money flying away on little angel wings.

Several weeks of the highest frustration passed. His lovers noticed his distraction. The usually attentive Brian was barely present when with them, generally lost in a fantasy, imagining himself with Janice, under her command, licking her boots, bound, whipped, tormented. Every time he saw her in class or at the diner, or just walking around, these pictures reappeared. She was just so fucking hot, the idea of being under her thumb was instant hard-on to any submissive male.

Finally, about three weeks after the broadcast, when the Janice rage had cooled among his buddies, he sent her an anonymous email. "Janice -- I want to be your slave. But it must be absolutely discreet. Any suggestions?"

It was several days before he received a reply. "Do you have any money? Can you rent a room?"

Brian immediately wrote back. "Yes -- how about the Sleepy Pond Inne"

Janice replied quickly "No, lets meet and then I will tell you where to go."

Janice was intrigued. She needed to capture a slave in order to be allowed into the Ladies Poling Society. She was, however, more than a little cautious herself. Although hostility towards her seemed to have abated in the past week or so, it was still palpably present. Janice certainly did not want to be lured into a dangerous situation where some sicko guys took "revenge" on her for the way she had treated/was treating Jeffrey.

Janice sent her anonymous slave applicant a long note, similar to the one Hilda had sent to Jeffrey. She instructed the guy to not have an orgasm for four days. To dress in his best suit. Without undergarments. To bring flowers. And to meet her at a certain restaurant, 20 miles from campus where no one should know either of them. He was to wear a blue and red striped tie and wait for her to approach. She was not particularly sanguine concerning the identity of her applicant. Some hopeless, lovesick, pimply loser nerd seemed to be the most likely scenario.

Brian was more than happy to comply with his soon-to-be mistress's demands. No orgasms was difficult, but not impossible. The other stuff was easy. He showed up at the appointed restaurant at the appointed time. With six dozen red roses, a pounding heart and a raging hard-on.

Hilda Shears and Candice Cutter were sitting at a booth when Brian arrived. They waved hello. Brian waved back and took another booth, quivering with a potent mixture of anxiety and anticipation. Hilda went to the ladies room and a few minutes later Janice appeared, happy to learn the identity of her slave candidate, confident that nothing untoward was being planned for her.

Janice winked at Candy and slipped into Brian's booth. She had dressed in a tight, high collar, short hemline black cotton dress, open halfway down her front, highlighting her impressive bosom to excellent effect. Her long, jet black hair set off the bright red lipstick on her full sensuous mouth. She was wearing knee length black leather boots and a single black ceramic hoop in her right ear. Her large, dark brown eyes glittered with malevolent intent. For a nineteen year old college sophomore, she wasn't half bad at projecting dominance and power.

"Pour moi?" she opened, looking at the gorgeous bouquet of roses. "Why thank you Brian, they are quite lovely."

"You are surely welcome Janice." mumbled Brian, hardly able to speak from the intense arousal he was experiencing..

Janice was thrilled to find her soon-to-be slave a handsome and sought after dude like Brain, rather than some loser geek type as she had thought likely. And, if rumors were true, a very rich dude as well. That might be the best bonus. Janice came from a poor but proud family. There was no money for tuition or room and board, which is why Janice, high IQ and all, was at this dipshit state college, living at home and spending much of her spare time working at the pathetic campus radio station.

"Well Brian" said Janice, getting right to the point, "I take it you know about the chastity poles and what they mean. You know that if I accept you as my polemate, I will be in complete control of your pleasure, for as long as you continue to amuse me."

"Oh yes, I have heard about the chastity poles. Just the very thought makes me hot. You know I have fantasized being the slave of a beautiful woman ever since I can remember" confessed Brian, his huge erection throbbing with need.

"That is very good, Brian. You do know that there are quite a number of young men who want to be my slave." improvised the clever Janice, "and I can only take a very small number, so I can afford to be VERY selective."

Now that he was sitting across the table from Janice, now that his long held dream was about to become a reality, Brian was desperate that this chance not slip away.

"Well yes of course, you are so beautiful. Any man would want to be your slave. But I will do most anything you require, in order to be allowed to serve you."

"Most anything is not good enough." said Janice sternly. "You have to pledge to be my COMPLETE servant, doing EXACTLY what I tell you to do, without hesitation. Do I make myself clear."

"Yes of course" whispered Brian, his throat clutching with desire as he felt the dominant power of this young woman sitting across from him.

"Yes of course what?" demanded Janice, raising her voice just slightly.

"Yes, I will do exactly as you require of me." said Brian submissively, his heart pounding.

"OK, get on your knees and lick my boots. From the toes, all the way up to the top -- DO NOT let your tongue touch my bare skin."

"Here? Right here in front of all these people." whined the all of a sudden frightened Brian, as this public humiliation was not at all part of his fantasies and something he had never thought of.

"Bye" said Janice starting to get up.

"Wait, Wait, no please don't go."

"OK, but you will LEARN that if you HESITATE to obey an order, things will get WORSE for you. If you want to continue, get on your knees IMMEDIATELY and ask to be ALLOWED to lick my boots. Any more hesitation and your chance to be my slave is lost."

Visibly shaking, Brian got on his knees in front of Janice, in a restaurant crammed with customers for the lunchtime rush. He looked up at Janice. "Please" he whispered, "Please let me lick your boots."

"Please Mistress Janice, let me lick your boots" prompted Janice. "And loudly, so the people in the restaurant can hear."

PLEASE MISTRESS Janice, let me lick your boots." shouted Brian, his face turning a nice shade of red to match his roses.

"Louder" ordered Janice.

"PLEASE MISTRESS JANICE, PLEASE LET ME LICK YOUR BOOTS." screamed the terribly embarrassed Brian.

"Yes you may."

Brian started to lick Janice's boots. Candice and Hilda started to laugh and point, getting out a video camera to record the scene for posterity. Everyone in the joint stopped eating and craned to get a closer look at this idiot kid licking the beautiful girl's boots. More than one patron got a hard-on. More than one got some ideas of her own.

Brian was appalled. This was not quite what he imagined. He started to worry about word getting back to his friends. To his parents.

Janice didn't want to blow the situation. She let Brian off the hook after only a couple of minutes. When he sat back across from her his breath was coming in ragged gasps and his face was an alarming shade of red.

"Very good Brian. You are a quick study. Now here is what happens next."

First, you get me $500 to cover your initiation fee. If you don't have the cash, there is an auto-teller across the street. Next you go shopping. Here is a list of things you are to purchase. Tomorrow, you return to this restaurant, at noon, exactly, carrying your purchases in a plastic bag. Taped to the bottom of this table will be further instructions. And of course you are to refrain from any sexual contact or masturbation." Janice handed Brian a folded piece of paper.

Brian got out his wallet. Fortunately he always carried a lot of cash around, and easily had the $500. Part of him couldn't believe that he was actually going to pay for this humiliation. But there was never a moments doubt. He handed Janice the cash, took his "shopping" list and was dismissed, slinking out of the restaurant, to the amused snickers and outright guffaws of the other customers.

Janice, feeling a rush of feminine power stood up and addressed the crowd. "OK, anyone else want to lick my boots, the price is $500 for five minutes." A murmur spread through the group. Many of the middle class, aging, midwestern couples were appalled. Some of the single guys looked interested but not for that outrageous sum. A skinny fifteen year old boy offered to do it for all the money he had on him -- $2.50 -- but Janice declined.

Candice and Hilda slipped into Janice's booth and started giggling. "You are quite something" they opined in unison. They congratulated Janice on the fast thinking about the money. An angle they hadn't, either of them, thought of. Oh yes, things were getting better all the time. And they couldn't wait to get their cruel hands on Brian, soon to be their helplessly poled slut. They decided that humiliation was the way with Brian, though they certainly were not going to skimp on the pain and sexual slavery stuff that they, all three of them, loved so much to administer.

That day Brian spent hours getting the things on Hilda's list. Dog collar. Leash. Clamps, Rope, Paddle, Whip, Cuffs, yards of Chain, etc. He used the internet to find porn shops that sold the items. He was almost hysterical with desire. The humiliation in the restaurant, terrible in the flesh, was nothing but a turn-on in memory. And the items were his fantasies coming to life. Restraining himself from masturbating was more than a little difficult.

At the same time Brian was worried. For all his fantasizing, Janice had immediately surprised and outflanked him, gaining a level of control over him that was pretty frightening. The whole situation was much deeper than he had anticipated and he hoped that he was not biting off more than he could chew. He certainly did not want to ruin the great life that seemed stretched out before him, just to satisfy his perverted sexual fantasies.

The next day, Brian, dressed as instructed, without underwear, in a tight black tank top and ultra short black denim cutoffs, went back to the restaurant. He had a difficult moment retrieving his instructions, as there was a gang of arrogant and curious high school kids sitting at his table. But a fifty quieted them down, and he was able to proceed to the Motel Janice had designated.

He used the key provided to enter the motel room. There, on the bed, were the chastity pole and some more typed instructions.

Following the instructions, Brian pulled down his tight shorts and bound the chastity pole to his five days of abstinence swollen penis. With his shorts down around his thighs, still wearing his tank top, Brian proceeded to the shower. He "cold showered" his penis to softness and then tightened the bands until they had a circumference the size of his little finger. Janice's instructions had been specific on that point and Brian persevered, even though it caused him considerable pain. His arousal level was such that he had to continually use the icy shower to keep his cock soft enough to accomplish the tightening.

Following Janice's written instruction, he then proceeded to expand the pole, stretching his now permanently flaccid penis to a length of six inches. This caused the top band to bite sharply into the underside of his cockhead. He pulled up his shorts and buttoned them, causing further pain to his empoled member.

Brian then proceeded to attach three tight thumb screw clamps. One each to his nipples (over his tank top), and one to his tongue. He tightened them as instructed and then connected the three clamps with three stout pieces of chain, in such a way that his tongue was forced far out of his mouth. This HURT. CONSIDERABLY. A small, but inescapable little cuff went on each of the poor boys thumbs. These cuffs were then connected, via a c-clasp, to the chains leading from his nipple clamps to his tongue. It took considerable dexterity to attach the second c-clasp, but Brian managed.

Brian was about 6'1 tall, well muscled, long, shoulder-length blonde hair, with a strong jaw and large, intense blue eyes. He was sitting in a motel room with a chastity pole attached painfully to his trying-to-swell penis. Tight clamps were affixed, by his own hand, to nipples and tongue and connected with thick, slightly too short chains. His tongue was pulled far out of his mouth by the tension in the chains. His thumbs were bound to these same chains, effectively restricting Brian's movements. He was wearing tight, short, black cutoffs and a tight tank top. Both soaked with icy water. He was chilled and shivering. He hadn't had an orgasm in five days. He was in more pain than he had ever been in his life. He was awaiting the beautiful Janice to assume control over him. Something he had been fantasizing about for weeks.

Marla Hotspur, 23, was Janice's older sister. Still living at home, a short drive away. Where Janice was big-bosomed, broad shouldered, tall and very fit, Marla was big-bosomed, broad shouldered, short and disgustingly fat. 5'2" tall, 220lbs large with a huge butt, thunder thighs, the works. Whatever beauty Marla might once have possessed was effectively hidden under mounds of unsightly flesh. Marla last had had sex when she was about 18 and considerably slimmer. She was just as hot and lustful as her baby sister, but she could not get any guys to pay her any attention, a fact that did not improve her disposition or make her feel more kindly towards the opposite sex. Why one sister was a physical specimen and the other a lard-ass was anyone's guess. But the sister's did love each other quite well.

When Brian had left the restaurant, Janice had this brainstorm. Kill two birds with one stone. Humiliate the lordly Brian. Give Marla a much deserved great time. She called Marla who quickly agreed to Janice's plan.

Brian sat and waited. He had already discovered that walking increased his pain. He needed to pee. He didn't see how he could manage getting his pants down. His tongue was drying out and needed to get back in his mouth. His frustrated cock kept trying to grow, causing sharp cutting pains to his most sensitive flesh. His arms were beginning to ache. He had to hold them completely still or cause great increases in the pain to his nipples and tongue. An hour passed. Then another. One dripping second at a time. Brian was in agony. Of pain and of anticipation.

Finally the key turned slowly in the lock. His heart started to beat, he forgot his pain. The door opened. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for.

An unknown woman entered. Brian started to protest but he couldn't speak without his tongue -- all that came out was a confused gurgle.

"Oh my my, what has happened to you?" asked Marla, entering the room. "I must be in the wrong room. Wow, look at you. Are you in a lot of pain?"

Brian could only mewl and whimper. "Get out, Get out he thought/prayed, in his mind." but no words were available.

Marla picked up the leather paddle lying on the bed. "Ooh and what is this. I always wanted to use this on a man. I wonder what lucky person has you so tightly restrained." smiled a very aroused Marla.

This isn't happening thought Brian. This woman is gross. I can't believe she is looking at me. Can't believe how helpless I am.

Marla checked the bathroom and then locked the security lock on the front door, letting Brian know that she was not going anywhere soon. "Stand up and let me get a good look at you." Marla ordered.

Brian was terrified. First time and all the things he feared, all the things that had prevented him from trying to act out his fantasies in the past were happening. He was in a strange room. No one, except Janice, who might make him wait for hours, knew were he was. He was bound, by his own hand, in this completely ridiculous, very painful and totally helpless position. And here was this gross pig of a woman who was going to do some very bad things to him. He just knew it.

While he hesitated, Marla boldly walked up to Brian and smacked him with the paddle -- right across his chest, causing the whole edifice of clamps and chains to twist with excruciating effect. Brian squirmed (delightfully to Marla) in agony and tried to yelp, impeded by his stretched tongue, and jumped to his feet.

"Great" said Marla, "I think you will quickly learn to obey. I just hope your partner doesn't return for awhile."

Marla started to caress the bound Brian. It felt great. What a body he had. thought the long-denied Marla. Marla had been carefully coached by Janice. She started to rub Brian's cock. "Oh and look how glad you are to see me." she said, feeling the six inches, pretending not to feel the steel.

Brian, was trembling/shivering in fear and pain and cold. He wanted to beg this woman to leave him alone. He HAD to pee. His nipples and his tongue were in agony. His shoulders could not bear holding up his arms another second. He NEEDED to get some saliva on his tongue.

She started to undress. Slowly. Revealing 50" triple D tits, the kind a naturally big-breasted woman who had turned to slovenly fat might display. She enjoyed doing a striptease for her captive. She ordered him to pay strict attention. Finally she was down to her panties. Her huge jiggly butt hardly contained by the small piece of red silk, her gigantic stomach hanging grotesquely over the barely visible panties. She did a little dance for her captive. She was feeling just so fine.

Brian was totally grossed out. The thought that this grotesque creature had him completely in her power was almost more than he could bear.

Marla unhooked Brian's tongue clamp. Gratefully he put his tongue back in his mouth. He started to speak. WAP, the paddle smacked across his chest. "Don't you have any manners, asshole -- don't you know to say thank you to someone who does you a fucking favor." yelled Marla, looking Brian right in the eye. "You know I could hook you back up, put you in the trunk of my car and leave you there for a day or two."

"Thank you." said the terrified Brian.

WAP -- "Thank you mistress for removing my tongue clamp.", corrected Marla, smacking Brian a few times right on his nipple clamps.

"Thank you mistress for removing my tongue clamp." whimpered the cowering Brian.

"I don't want to hear a single word from you unless its to answer a question. Do you understand?" admonished Marla, pointing and wagging her finger at her shivering captive.

"Yes mistress."

"Good, now get on your fucking knees, get my panties off and get to work on my slit." ordered the dominating Marla, all 220 lbs of her.

Brian did as he was ordered. He was in agony, still dressed in his damp clothes, needing to pee, his nipples on fire from the clamps, his shoulders aching as he was still forced to hold up his thumbs, now attached to chains dangling from his nipple clamps.

Brian put his head between the seated woman's huge thighs and, with great difficulty, managed to remove her panties. The smell was overwhelming. He thought he would puke. He began to pleasure this unknown dominating woman. Here he was doing what he had always fantasized. Licking a woman's pussy under her command. Somehow it was not quite what he imagined.

Marla was in ecstasy. She had NEVER gotten any head from anyone in her whole life. Now the handsome and painfully bound Brian was hers to command. She started to moan and groan like a steam engine. Within minutes a massive jolting orgasm coursed through her body. What might have been a pint of sticky pussy juice ran down Brian's face.

She ordered Brian to continue. Told him just how she liked it, smacked him a few if he tried to rest. This is just fantastic, thought Marla. Never imagined how good sex could feel with a really MOTIVATED partner. And the naturally dominant part of her was understanding that it was only going to get better.

After a couple more orgasms, each a wonderfully marvelous experience for Marla, she ordered Brian to stand. She unhooked his hands, one by one and then handcuffed them behind his back. She removed his clamps, and undressed him, reveling in his hard muscled masculine beauty.

"What the fuck is that?" demanded Marla, pointing to his cock.

"It's a chastity pole." whimpered Brian.

"Well get it off -- I want you to fuck me."

"I can't, I don't have the key."

"What -- you mean I have you bound like this and can't even get fucked." complained Marla, in mock horror. "That sucks -- you are going to pay for my frustration."

With that she turned the boy over on the bed and quickly bound his ankles to the bedposts, leaving him on his stomach. She put a couple of pillows under him. She picked up a nasty looking three cord whip. Smirking with evil satisfaction she started to whip the naked, helplessly bound boy, fulfilling a lifelong fantasy. God, this was awesome -- she was going to owe her darling sister big time.

Smack.... Slash... Whap -- The first three lashes immediately caused welts to appear on the boys ass. "Aiii, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, please, that HURTS" screamed Brian, twisting and turning, trying to escape the lash.

"Oh what a shame, I'm sooooooooooo fucking upset." mocked Marla.

Slash.... SLASH.... SLASH! -- the inexperienced but highly motivated Marla started to get a feel for the nasty whip, seeing how to get the most leverage from its length.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW -- Oh please, mistress, please stop -- you are ripping the skin off my ass."

"Ok, maybe we will try something else" Slash... Smack -- Marla brought the whip crashing down on Brian's thighs and upper legs, causing, if anything, even more intense pain.

Brian started to mewl and cry, begging and pleading for mercy in a most pathetic manner, while twisting his bound body in a hopeless attempt to avoid the agonizing lashings. He was being WHIPPED. It HURT. More than he had imagined. Much more.

Mercy was the last thing on Marla's mind. Years of humiliation in the sexual arena had left Marla with no love for the male sex. Especially the successful, stuck-up kind of male that Brian represented.

Anger and desire mixed together strengthened Marla's arm. Viciously she lashed the poor boy, over and over again, cursing him, yelling at him, calling him a PANSY ASSED PRIVELEGED PRETTY BOY WHO DESERVED WORSE. Scaring the shit out of him.

And boy did she LOVE every second, her just recently very well satisfied pussy already getting wet again. She COMMANDED him to tell her what a piece of dogshit he really was.

"Yes mistress, OWWWW .... I am the lowest piece of dogshit, not worthy to lick the shit from your asshole AIIIIII OWWWWW" cried the degraded Brian, and much more in that vein.

Finally, after what must have been an hour and more than a hundred painful lashes, Marla stopped, wheezing for breath, exhausted. Brian's ass, upper thighs and back were crisscrossed with bleeding cuts and welts. After some really pathetic begging she released his feet and allowed him to pee.

When Brian returned from the bathroom, Marla had him lie on his back, and retied his ankles to the bedposts.

She then mounted his face, looking down the length of his helplessly bound body. She set her massive rear end right down over his mouth. "Get your tongue in my crack, now" she commanded, emphasizing her wishes with a sharp, incredibly painful slash to the swollen head of Brian's poled cock.

Brian hastily complied, swirling his tongue around the obese woman's asshole. It was caked with shit, but he had no choice.

"That's right scumbag, lick the shit out of my asshole. Just what you were born to do."

Brian was forced to obey Marla's disgusting and utterly degrading commands. Never had he felt so low. But he was afraid that this crazy woman would crush the life right out of him.

This went on for quite some time, Brian forced to clean out Marla's asshole, then to pleasure her pussy again and again, all the while experiencing the sting of her lash on his stomach and thighs. And the sting of her constant stream of abusive remarks. The awful smell of his obese tormenter's nether regions and the ponderous bulk of her obscenely gross body crushing down upon him made this time a living hell for Brian. If he tried to rest, even for a second, she would get him going with a lash to his cockhead -- a lash commanding him, utterly. Once she accidentally caught Brian's swollen balls with one of the cords. He screamed in sheer agony.

Marla came several more times, feeling a wonderful satisfaction that had been denied her for her entire life. She dearly wanted this scene to last and last but it was now almost six o'clock -- she had been with Brian for almost four hours -- and Janice was due to arrive.

She dressed, leaving Brian, covered with welts, with his ankles tied to the bedposts, on his back, with his hands cuffed painfully behind him. Naked. Crying pathetically.

She gave him a kiss, thanked him for a wonderful time, hoped to see him again soon and left.

A few minutes later Janice entered carrying a suitcase. Looking quite the babe in her black leather shorts, tight white teddy and high heeled cowboy boots.

"What the fuck is going on," she demanded. "This isn't remotely the position I ordered you to assume. How the fuck did you get yourself tied like this." Janice picked up the whip Marla had so recently used to torture him with. "And how the fuck did you get those welts -- Did you have some girlfriend come here with you? I swear, if someone has used you before me, I will skin you alive."

Shuddering with fear, mingled with lust for the fantastic Janice, Brian blurted out the story of the past few hours.

"Well, we shall see." mused Janice as she climbed on a chair to remove a tape from the videocamera perched in the corner near the ceiling.

She opened her suitcase and removed a VCR. "I was going to show you some tapes, but maybe we have a real live tape that is better."

Brian and Janice watched the tape just made of Brian and Marla. Only portions of the action were revealed. But enough. To show Brian all alone putting himself in bondage. To show him being abused by the grotesque Marla, licking her ass and pussy, doing her bidding.

"Oh this is rich, Brian. So you like them chubby, do you." mocked Janice.

"No, No, can't you see, I had no choice -- she came in when I was all bound up and took advantage. I had no choice."

"This changes things. I need some time to think, I'll call you in a few days." With that Janice untied the tortured and incredibly frustrated Brian and told him to go, still wearing the chastity pole. She of course kept the tape.

Chapter 2 A Plot is Hatched.

The girls were in a bit of a quandary. Despite all the pain and frustration and humiliation that were visited on the pole sluts, the boys had all volunteered. They were each offered release when their month of slavery was over and they each of them had voluntarily (well, sort of) offered to continue.

But they had in mind something considerably nastier for Brian. Highly illegal, somewhat dangerous, but potentially very profitable. Candice Cutter, all 23 years old, was a master of male psychology. She understood that the tape of Brian and Marla greatly increased their leverage over Brian. A boy such as he would protest greatly about public humiliation with Janice, but, if truth be known, half the guys on campus would trade places with Janice's slaves and everyone would understand. But with Marla. Public exposure of that tape would cause Brian the kind of humiliation he would not recover from. And Candice believed that Brian would do pretty much anything to keep that tape from being exposed.

Marla, for her part, was more than willing to go along. A bit humiliating for her, of course, that her gross obesity would be a part of this scheme, but it seemed like a fair trade For money. For the opportunity to have sex. To repay her wonderful sister. More than fair. And quite frankly, Marla was willing to go pretty far for another session with Brian.

Three days later Brian was ushered into Candy's house by Janice. Brian was dressed casually in Jeans and a tank top, but Janice was wearing a tiny leather bikini and high-heeled cowboy boots, paid for, thank you very much, with Brian's $500. Brian's nine day denied cock instantly tried to enlarge, causing him to wince with pain.

"Hi Brian. How ya doin." said Janice pleasantly "You seem to have recovered from your ordeal."

"I'm ok, mistress Janice, but so hot and horny. Its been nine days since I last came and I am starting to go a bit crazy."

"Ooooh, that's just how I like my slaves." laughed Janice, "why don't you undress so I can see just how hot you are."

Brian was happy to comply -- he quickly got naked, revealing the characteristically empurpled and swollen cockhead, the deformed penis of the poled male.

"Oh yes, I see how frustrated you must be. But that is part of our fun, isn't it Brian?" Said Janice as she walked up to Brian and started to teasingly run her hands up and down his naked body.

"I guess so, mistress Janice, but it is pretty difficult." he said as he caught his breath from the even more intense desire that was now tingling through his whole body at Janice's sexy touch. Oh, how he longed to hold and love this woman. To please her.

"Well Brian, pretty soon you will have your submissive fantasies fulfilled. In more wonderful ways than you can imagine. But first you have a very intense and demanding trial to get through." continued Janice.

With that she retrieved a steel collar and locked it into place around Brian's neck. She cuffed him tightly and then connected handcuffs and collar with a braided steel cable. A little motor in the collar pulled up the slack and caused Brian's handcuffed hands to be pulled most painfully up his back.

She then attached a leash to the collar and had Brian kneewalk behind her down some steps into the basement.

Candy had a completely soundproof basement in her small rancher. One of her slaves had known a bit about construction and had done the work. Candy had fitted her makeshift dungeon out with a few inexpensive toys. But for this present venture, the girls had pooled their resources to buy some serious equipment.

Brian was awash in lust and excitement to be in what looked like a real dungeon. How often he had fantasized about just this scene. And now, after some false starts, it looked to be happening!!

And Janice -- just look at her -- those huge breasts, spilling out of her tiny leather bikini, that muscular tummy and marvelous ass which he just couldn't wait to lick -- and her coolly commanding manner. Who could ask for a more appealing mistress.

Janice gestured Brian over to a stool firmly anchored to the concrete floor of the basement. A large, solid copper dildo sprouted from the center of the stool's seat.

With some effort Janice got Brian mounted on the dildo -- extremely uncomfortable to the boy, and then painful as Brian's weight forced it deeper and deeper into his virgin asshole. Brian was so fucking hot that he hardly noticed. Even the pain in his poled cock, as the flesh desperately tried to expand around the bonds was barely an annoyance.

"Well Brian," began Janice in a cool and conversational tone of voice, "one thing I require in my slaves is the ability to speak the absolute truth, with no hesitation, no elaboration, no omission of facts. Today I will test you on this point. You will be hooked up to a most painful torture device. I will then ask you a series of intimate questions. You are to answer with absolute honesty. Any prevarication on your part will be met with intense pain."

"Now listen closely. The pain you will experience will be far more intense than any kind of fun S&M pain -- even the whipping you experienced in the motel room will be as nothing in comparison. It will be TORTURE, not fun for you in any way. This interrogation will go on for several hours. Once it begins it must be seen through to the end. If this seems too much for you, tell me now -- I will release you and you can go on your way."

Brian was not about to wimp out now, so close to realizing his hearts desire. "I will tell you the honest truth, mistress Janice -- so you will not be forced to hurt me. And if you do hurt me I will know it is my own fault for lying."

That said, Janice proceeded to hook Brian up. First she snapped his legs into cuffs placed in the BACK of the stool, so his knees were forced sharply apart and his entire weight forced down upon the copper dildo stuck up his ass. The pain there grew to fairly intense proportions and things had yet to begin. Next Janice attached electrical leads to Brian's chastity pole and connected those leads, as well as the preinstalled leads from the chair's dildo, to a control box. She held the box in her hand and sat comfortably on the couch.

"As you might have guessed," said Janice in a professional and matter of fact tone, all the more frightening for its calmness, "I can use this control box to deliver current to your cock or the inside membranes of your asshole. I can vary the current from a mild buzz, to a crippling burn. The in-between settings should do you no lasting harm, but are unbelievably painful. I want you to know that this device is exactly like one used in a South American jail to torture political prisoners for the guards amusement. Are you ready -- I will give you one more opportunity to bail."

Surveying his vulnerable situation, Brian took a deep breath and bravely said. "I am ready, mistress Janice."

Janice began slowly -- asking Brian his name and place of birth and address and school major and simple facts about his family -- his parents names, what they did for a living, information about his brothers and sisters (Brian had one younger brother) and so forth. Brian's answers to these questions seemed satisfactory to Janice and, to her slight disappointment, could give her no cause for punishing her victim. But just interrogating Brian like this made her feel so powerful and so fucking horny.

Then she began asking him about his sex life -- when he lost his virginity how many partners he had had.

"Twenty Five", answered Brian quickly, not wanted to seem like he was bragging.

Janice could count almost that many she personally knew of, she had caught him in a lie. She pushed the intensity setting to "4, turned the switch to "ASS", set the timer for five seconds and pushed the red button.

A Jolt of white-hot current coursed through the copper dildo plunged up Brian's ass, burning the very tender membranes forced tightly against it. The pain was nothing like Brian had ever experienced. A deep BIOLOGICAL sort of pain, having nothing to do with sex or fun. He screamed. He tried desperately to escape by leaping up out of the stool. His bonds held him -- he jerked and spasmed and screamed again. Five seconds is an eternity at that level of pain. When the current shut off, Brian was bathed in sweat and determined to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Janice was discovering that her sadism had few limits. If a simple caning fueled her lust, this true torture was ecstasy itself. She almost came in her panties, moaning with pleasure as Brian twisted and screamed. She would have to be careful to attend to business and not let the intense pleasure she was feeling cloud her judgment.

"I think you will try harder to tell the truth." she said calmly, "but if you don't, the next jolt will be one notch hotter and will last a bit longer."

The interrogation continued. Now Janice wanted to know all the intimate details of his affairs with some of the campus queen bees. Especially the ones that Janice knew well. Brian tried his best but there were some details that he found difficult to produce at the level of elaboration Janice demanded. One six second jolt to his cock at a "5" setting caused an even higher level of screaming, twisting, writhing, and futile attempts at escape. And an even higher level of pleasure to his sadistic torturess.

"Please Mistress Janice." begged a distraught Brian after he recovered his wits, "please -- I am trying my best -- please don't hurt me again, please."

Janice smiled cruelly at her utterly helpless victim -- "Try harder, Brian, or I WILL hurt you again and again. I will TORTURE the truth out of you."

"Yes mistress Janice." submitted Brian.

Janice moved on to his family, her real area of interest. Here she was in a bit of a quandary as she found it difficult to discern truth from bullshit. Twice she gave Brian minor, 2 level shocks to his asshole, when she sensed that he was not telling the whole truth -- reminding him to stick to the absolute truth, but trying not to confuse him with misplaced punishment. As much as her pussy ached to see Brian writhe and twist in agony, she had a job to do, one on which her whole future might depend.

She learned about Brian's father, Elton Gold, lucky owner of almost a full 1% of the common stock of MonopolySoft, the most powerful and valuable corporation on the planet. She learned that Elton was hardly some driven business tycoon, but just a regular computer nerd who happened to be at the right place -- Gate Billhaven's garage -- at the right time -- the day of MonopolySoft's founding, twenty years ago.

Most excitingly she learned that Brian got along quite well with his unpretentious (though, recently religious) parents, who didn't seem to care that Brian was completely without ambition and was happy to attend this third rate college. As long as Brian was able to maintain an illusion of living a "moral" life, his parents would do most anything for him. And there was so much fucking money, almost 4 billion dollars in MonopolySoft stock alone. And finally, she learned the awesome fact that Brian was to get control of 1% of his families shares in MonopolySoft, on attaining his twenty-first birthday in four months time. That is the truly staggering sum of forty million fucking real American fucking dollars worth of stock, in the hands of this boy who was ready to do anything to be her slave. Janice became dizzy, she almost passed out. Visions of wealth dancing in her head.

But she had to go on -- she couldn't let Brian know, at least just yet, that this money thing was what she was really interested in. And besides, why not have a bit of fun.

So she began to interrogate him on his innermost feelings (as if she could give a shit), his notions about who he really was, his religion, his fear of death and his feelings for HER. None of these were easy to state with unambiguous truth and clarity and Janice derived great pleasure in urging Brian on with pain. Degrading him deeply as she tortured him for unsatisfactory answers to the things which concerned him the most. The sight of him, helplessly bound, experiencing indescribable agony through intense electric current to his cock and in his asshole were almost too much for Janice.

Brian screamed and writhed and twisted and begged and begged and screamed some more. In between times he tried futilely to find satisfactory answers to his deepest feelings.

Finally, Janice forced herself to stop as she sensed her victim was near both his physiological and psychological limits.

Taking a deep breadth, rearranging her own mental furniture, she spoke kindly, "Brian, you did very well, passed my test without doubt. I am sorry I had to hurt you so much, but I had to be sure who you really were and that you were willing to tell me the truth without reserve. Now that is really the worst of it for you and it is over and I imagine you will like the next part much better."

She unhooked Brian, released his bonds (except, of course, for his pole) and kissed him deeply. Janice led Brian into the bathroom and bathed and soothed his tortured flesh, kissing him and caressing him and being generally sweet. Brian felt something almost akin to love for his sadistic mistress. Not that being tortured was any fun, but the experience was so extreme that he could not help having deep feelings for the person he had shared it with.

Back upstairs in Candy's bedroom, Janice undressed completely and had Brian spend the next couple of hours giving her pleasure with his tongue and with his poled cock. This was what Brian had most desired, his deepest fantasy. He felt the kind of contentment that can only come when a long cherished fantasy is fulfilled. Late in the day Hilda and Candy arrived. Janice explained to Brian about the society. And with his willing acquiescence, she gave him over to the other two girls for use, being careful to remind them that the boy was not to experience any more pain on that day.

Hours of fun for everyone ensued. The girls were quite sweet with Brian, being sure to caress and coo over him and make him feel loved and desired. Of course the fact that all of this served to arouse and frustrate the boy was not lost on anyone.

And it continued. Over the next two weeks. Every day one or more of the members of the Ladies Poling Society used Brian for pleasure. A little lite punishment, a moderate caning or whipping, some relaxed private humiliation, whatever they judged he would most like. Trying to make the public humiliation, the day with Marla, and the interrogation all seem worth it to him. And getting wonderful pleasure in return, for Brian was quite the expert at pleasing a woman, hardly needing any training at all.

Then the screws are tightened. One after another, with each of the three girls, Brian is subjected to extreme teasing. Helplessly restrained, his pole is removed and his cock brought, again and again, to the brink of orgasm. This is cruel beyond enduring for a healthy young man who hasn't had an orgasm for almost three weeks. After hours and hours of teasing, the horrible pole is replaced and Brian, despite some truly pathetic and desperate begging is forced to leave in frustration, his tortured penis excruciatingly trying to expand against the cruel bands. In the hours between sessions Brian is a mass of anxiety, frustration, pain. By the time the game comes round to Janice again, Brian is totally hysterical -- sleepless, tormented in a way that no man could possibly endure.

"Remember the woman in the motel room." ventured Janice to a bound Brian, her having spent the past 90 minutes using a feather to keep Brian just on the plateau prior to orgasm -- at this point in the game a matter of a single light caress every ten or fifteen seconds.

"Yes, Yes -- please let me cum -- please -- I'll do anything." howled the tormented Brian.

"Well, she has contacted us, and would like to have you again. If you agree to be her slave for a day, you will be allowed one orgasm. Deal?"

At this point Brian would have agreed to sell his younger brother for spare body parts if that was what it took to get him some relief. "Yes mistress Janice -- I will do anything."

"Great. Tomorrow you are to rent a luxury suite at the Hilton in Center City. You are to have twenty dozen roses, and assorted other flowers sent and artistically arranged. You are to go to the room at 3:00pm and follow the instructions provided. The woman will arrive sometime thereafter and you will be hers until 3:00am. Candy will be there to record the proceedings and make sure that no permanent harm comes to you."

If you are a good boy, we will take that pole off the day after and I'll make you cum in any way that you like.

Brian is not particularly thrilled at the idea of serving the cruel and gross Marla, and is uneasy about the videotape to boot, but Janice has made him an offer that he cannot possibly refuse.

Its 4:00pm, the following day. Brian is in a large suite at the downtown Hilton, about 10 miles from campus. The room is awash with flowers of every description. Luxurious, bedecked with flowers though the suite may be, Brian is far from comfortable. He is enduring a tight red corset, tightened with a ratchet key, as instructed, to the point were he can barely breath. He is walking on 5" red spike high heels. He is wearing shear red stockings, connected to his corset by ten pink garters. Tight cords have been lashed around the base of his balls and then pulled backwards to connect to a hook in his corset just above his ass. Again, as instructed, this cord has been tightened, pulling his poled cock downward and backward, making his balls stick out just below his ass. Remembering that, not only has Brian been denied any sexual relief, but that he has been teased/tortured mercilessly by three beautiful woman for hours and hours, you can just imagine how painfully swollen his balls might be. To be tightly tied and placed in this position is just agony for him.

Brian has on the steel collar and handcuffs with connecting cord from his interrogation. With much difficulty he has managed to get the handcuffs on with his hands in front of his body. The cord connecting cuffs and collar has been tightened til his hands are almost in front of his face.

As ordered, Brian has been marching around the room. Making sure to raise his knees above his chest on every step. This is incredibly difficult on the high heels. Also extremely painful to his cruelly bound balls. Not to mention humiliating in the extreme, sissified as he is. 30 minutes or so of this is remarkably exhausting to the tightly corseted boy. Into this scene, one that would warm the cockles of any mistresses heart, step Candy and Marla.

"Now aren't you just the cutest guy I have ever seen," laughs Marla. In fact Candy and Marla both burst out laughing, rolling on the floor, giggling, pounding the carpet, shrieking. Brian is blushed with shame and humiliation, degraded to the lowest point in his life as a slave, but dares not stop marching without permission. Candy refuses, wanting to get some opening shots for the film. The amateur director lovingly pans over Brian's outfit as he marches from one side of the suite to the other as Marla mercilessly taunts the deeply humiliated young man. Candy then instructs Brian that he is to appear, in every way possible, to be in love with Marla -- to worship and adore her with great fervor. Brian's first task is to fall to his knees, kneewalk to the now sitting Marla, tell her how beautiful and sexy she is and beg to be allowed the humble privilege of worshipping her feet.

Imagine what he feels, dressed in his red corset, with his hands bound to his neck, with his red stockings and red pumps -- his cock denied for over three weeks, his balls painfully bound as he crawls across the floor to the immense, cruel and grotesque Marla.

"Oh mistress Marla, you look so ravishing today, please allow this humble slave to worship your beautiful and sexy feet." He looks up at his 220lb mistress.

"Not good enough, slave -- not nearly good enough." says the haughty Marla.

With that Brian is ordered to stand and continue marching about the room, knees raised high, legs spread slightly. The unspeakable shame of his outfit and his situation are rammed home to the boy and tears stream from his eyes. Marla follows behind, occasionally smacking his balls with a riding crop. Tightly bound, swollen and positioned as they are, this is true torture. "AIIIIII please, no, mistress Marla, please don't hit me there, oh no, not there, PLEASE, I can't stand it." Each smack causes the boy to see stars and practically faint. He desperately wants to stop, he pleads with Marla to be allowed to worship her feet in the most pathetic tones. Over and over, for almost 20 minutes, as the sadistic behemoth mercilessly torments him. Finally, Marla is satisfied.

Brian has to remove Marla's sneakers with his mouth and then get her socks off.

"Hurry the fuck up you useless piece of shit." commands Marla as she SMACKS him on his balls. Marla hasn't bathed for two days in anticipation of this day. Brian not only has to lick and suck the disgusting feet, but has to make believe he is drinking the nectar of the gods. Any hint of disgust or pain on his face will have him up marching again, urged on by Marla's cruel crop. This happens only once, a painful lesson in the depths of humiliation required of him.

Candy is getting this all on tape. The sounds of Brian's begging, closup of the slave's worshipful face -- closeup of the tongue and the licking and sucking. Pan up Marla's body, to her thunderous thighs, her huge tummy, her monstrous bosom. Her "she would be so pretty if she wasn't so fat face" is left out of the frame.

Next comes a bath for Marla. Brian, now completely unbound save for his pole has to wait upon her, scrubbing her every part, drying her off, in general acting like a maidservant to his mistress. Constantly telling her how beautiful and sexy she is, how he would never want to serve anyone else, how she is his light his life and so forth. If Marla is displeased with the tone or attention, Candy gives Brian a bit of encouragement in the form of a sharp smack to his tormented balls. A few of these and Brian is determined to try his best to worship Marla.

Now Marla is seated comfortably. Brian's hands have been recuffed behind his back. Rubber bands have been placed around his balls and a long rubber band leash has been connected to his horribly constricted balls and tied off to a chair behind him, in such a way that he must stretch both his leash (putting tremendous pressure on his balls) AND his tongue to its fullest to reach Marla's pussy. His legs are held wide open with a 4 foot spreader bar. He is begging to be allowed to pleasure his beautiful mistress. This begging goes on for awhile. "Oh PLEASE, I BEG you Mistress Marla, the beautiful and magnificent, PLEASE, let this humble, worthless piece of shit have the great pleasure of giving you pleasure. PLEASE." asks the helplessly degraded Brian.

SMACK, SMACK CRACK!! -- Marla lays the riding crop right on the poor boys exposed and vulnerable balls a couple of times. The pain is unbelievable. "AIIIII NOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE DONT, OH PLEASE DONT" screams the cruelly bound victim.

He starts again. "Oh PLEASE, I BEG you Mistress Marla, the beautiful and magnificent, PLEASE, I WILL DO ANYTHING, just PLEASE let this utterly useless piece of crap have the unbelievably magnificent honor of giving you pleasure. PLEASE."

Marla allows -- Brian has to stretch both the rubber band leash and his tongue to reach Marla's pussy -- he knows that once he starts he is not allowed to let his tongue leave her pleasure zone. He licks and licks. Marla cums quickly and then again and then orders him to stop. He has to beg again to be allowed to worship Marla's pleasure. This time she makes him drink a load of bright yellow piss before he is allowed to continue, warned not to spill a single drop. Brian chokes and just about wretches from the vile fluid but fear makes him swallow it all down. Candy catches all the action on tape as Brian is forced to thank Marla for her yellow gift and describe to her just how delicious his "snack" had been.

Licking resumes. Marla is in ecstasy. Sharing this with Candy somehow augments her pleasure, removing that tiny little cloud of guilt that had slightly darkened her first experience. She can't believe her good fortune. She loves tormenting the gorgeous Brian and what an inventive and sadistic tormentress she has turned out to be.

Two more orgasms follow. They take a bit longer and by the time Marla finishes Brian's tongue is just desperate to get back into his mouth. His balls have been pulled out and back from his body, kept ever so taut by the craftily lengthened rubber band leash. He is forced to remain in this position while the girls explain the next phase.

Brian is to get dressed in his original outfit. He is then to perform some athletic and mental feats for the girls amusement. Consisting of things like jumping exactly 22 times on his left foot while singing the national anthem. Or pushing an egg around an obstacle course with his nose while counting backwards by threes from 1000. There are various punishments for failure, most of them centering around his balls and the riding crop.

The games last for hours. Breaks are taken for the girls pleasure. Most of the action is caught on tape. Finally it is 3:00am -- Brian is untied, the girls leave. It is over.

Brian can barely think. This experience has been extreme -- more so even than his interrogation. In fact the entire last few weeks have been extreme -- the most intense experience of his life. He takes a shower and falls dead asleep.

The next morning there is a knock on the door. Groggily Brian awakes. There is Janice, dressed in street clothes, looking radiant. Not much is said. They kiss passionately. Janice, for once not completely in charge, follows his unspoken lead, sensuously undressing him. They make a little ceremony of unlocking the chastity pole. For the first time in more than three weeks Brian is completely free of bondage. His long denied cock is swollen, thick, already oozing pre-cum. He enters Janice and they have the most passionate thirty second fuck on record. The force of Brian's orgasm nearly ruptures her vagina.

When he pulls out he is already hard again. Janice, looking at the still incredible cock, has a moment of mercy, and allows Brian to continue fucking her -- this time in a slightly more leisurely style -- his second orgasm is truly sweet -- he is almost conscious enough to enjoy it.

But alas, all good things come to an end. Brian is locked in the chastity pole and commences pleasing his mistress. With tongue. With poled cock. With his pain.

Three days pass. Brian has again grown horny and frustrated. On the fourth day since his "date" with Janice, he is ushered into Candy's basement dungeon. A large TV is present. Janice gets Brian seated on the copper dildo and hooked to the electric torture box. Candy, Marla and Hilda enter. Without much fanfare they show Brian the edited tape that Candy has made of the various encounters he has had with Marla. They also explain that Marla is Janice's sister -- now that he knows, the resemblance is unmistakable. Then Candy drops the bombshell.

"Brian, you know we have enjoyed teasing and tormenting and humiliating you in all sorts of ways, but humiliating and laughing at you is the most fun." she begins, with a merry smile, "so we thought that broadcasting this tape to the entire campus would be a real hoot -- what do you think?"

Brian is appalled. He drops his submissive role, forgetting his very vulnerable predicament. "Are you fucking crazy, no fucking way -- I'll kill you if you even think of doing that." he splutters.

ZAP!!! Hilda has moved the dial to six, the switch to ass, the timer to eight seconds and pushed the red button. "AIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiii" screams Brian as white hot current explodes inside his asshole." He writhes and twists, hopelessly trying to escape the buzzing burning pain -- and screams and screams for eight long seconds as the girls double over with laughter.

"We will have no more of that language in here" commands Hilda, ready to push the button again.

"I'm so sorry -- please do not hurt me again -- I will be good."

"Ok" picks up Candy, "Now where were we -- I, um, yes, it's hard to think -- it's so much fun torturing you -- oh yes -- the tape -- yes we are going to broadcast this tape -- we think you are just so precious in your red outfit that we just have to share the experience with the rest of the students -- don't you agree?"

"Please, oh please don't do that -- it will ruin me -- my parents will cut me out of the will -- please -- isn't there anything I can do."

"I don't know, Brian" says Janice -- "you already do pretty much what we want, I can't think of anything else that you could do for us."

"How about money" -- says the quick thinking Brian, desperately trying to get out of this fix. "I have plenty, you know -- I could give you, well lets see -- I could give you $10,000 for the tape."

The girls simultaneously all burst out laughing. "Oh Brian" says Janice, getting control of herself "Haven't you figured it out. We know how much money you have and how much money you will have. Not that we don't love you and really enjoy playing with you, but we are all poor and the money has been just so tempting."

Recognition begins to dawn in the poor befuddled boys brain.

"Yes" takes up Candy, "you see we considered that it would not be fair for you, our slave, to be so rich and us so humble. So we thought that we would all share equally in your coming of age inheritance. You won't be as rich, of course -- but you will still be plenty rich -- and you can come play with us in our new mansion. Not only that, but the greatest movie I ever made will be consigned to the fireplace. Don't you think it fair?"

Brian knows he has been suckered. But its ok. The forty million is only a drop in the ocean he will one day inherit. And his 1/5th -- eight million -- will be plenty to have a good time with in the mean time.

"Well ladies -- you've got me by the balls, so to speak -- I can't have that tape broadcast. So lets do it."

The girls scream with joy and hug each other. High fives are exchanged. Then they release Brian and allow him to satisfy his pent up desires on them in any way he wants. Brian doesn't really feel any resentment. After all, the entirety of the past two months has been his fantasy for all of his prior life. And the unrestrained fucking sure feels good after all the deprivation.

A few months later each of the four girls quietly receives a check for eight million dollars. The Brian and Marla tape is destroyed (damn it was good, thought Candy), Janice and Hilda immediately drop out of school and go mansion hunting.

Marla hires a world class personal trainer and begins the long road to fitness. She'll never be slim, but she quickly shows quite a talent for power lifting.

Six months later the four young woman, now wealthy and the best of friends, are living in a huge mansion, surrounded by slaves/servants and excellent security. The freedom from anxiety that the money has brought only serves to increase their natural sadism and lust.

End of Part II

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