Chapter 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Down and dirty, honey!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Master quivered. "More."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tammy could hear Olga's filtered lung valve hissing as she breathed fast. Then Tammy saw an odd platform on the "stage" area of the table. It was padded on top, contoured, and there were straps. A queasy fear slimed Tammy's guts. What were they going to do to her? The Master stepped up on the table. Tammy dared not hang back. She asked, "What's this for?"

"For you to lie on, Tammy." He motioned her onto the narrow, padded top. "On your stomach ... over you go ... that's the girl!"

Tammy found the padding had been preformed to accommodate the contours of her neck, shoulders, arms, breasts, and waist. Her legs hung down and her knees fit into wide-spaced slots. Her arms hung down into grooves on the sides of the platform. She was in a perfect, comfortable position to be fucked from behind. The padding raised her ass and exposed her gaping slit. Tammy's chin fitted over the padded edge. She could see only straight ahead and to the side, not back.

Master number One soothed her as he personally fitted padded straps over her neck, waist, arms ... and locked her knees into the slots. "We had this designed and built to your exact specifications, Tammy. We planned it months ago. Comfortable?"

"Yes, Master." Her heart slammed in her chest. The queasy dread in the pit of her stomach wouldn't go away. She was completely, totally helpless! Tammy experimentally tested the padded straps. She couldn't move more than a fraction of ah inch, and only that because of the slightly yielding padding.

"We have something even more interesting lined up for next week, when all the Masters will be here in secrecy assembled." The Master knelt before the platform and looked Tammy full in the face. He smiled evilly. He looked to the left and called, "Bring him in!"

Tammy dared to ask, "Who, Master? Who-"

Tammy heard the full-throated whinny of a horse. Her heart almost stopped. Her eyes widened. She looked beseechingly at the Master. He was gloating at her expression, drinking it in. He smiled, showing perfect, white teeth. He nodded. His old eyes sparkled. "Hard Winner, my prize stallion. You'll love his cock, Tammy. He's extremely well hung. Just what you need. And he knows-he's been trained."

Tammy felt sick. She panted with fear. A horse ... a horse was going to fuck her ... an animal! Fuck her ... drive his awful thing up into her body ... and spew his stuff into her. She knew nothing she could say would stop it! Tammy vomited. The half-digested food mixed with stomach juices and her drinks splashed on part of the Master's robe.

He jerked away. "Why did you do that?"

"Please, Master ... "

The Master raged, "We provide you brats with a life of luxury, we alter you so you can experience supercharged thrills of life, and you vomit on us! That's gratitude!"

"Master-" Tammy's mouth tasted awful. She had to let remnants of vomit drool from her lips.

"You children disobey, you argue, you try to escape, you even wipe out hundreds of thousands of dollars of time and skill by committing suicide! Wasting all your potential for pleasure and enjoyment because you think you're unhappy! Could your mother and father give you all this?"

The Master gestured to someone out of Tammy's view. He looked down at Tammy with disgust. "It cost me a lot of money to fly in Hard Winner for you, I hope you can appreciate that, just to give you a big thrill. This is a historical occasion. I don't think a girl has ever been totally penetrated by a full-sized stallion ever before in the history of mankind-and lived. You're the first, Tammy. Think of the honor!"

Tammy heard the heavy, snorting breath of the horse close by, and the muted clomping of his hooves on the thick, padded carpeting.

The Master stepped off the table, holding his soiled robe away from his feet. "I'll have to change. Don't start it until I return!"

A young boy servant appeared with towels and wiped up the vomit. Another, a girl of eight or so, came and wiped Tammy's mouth. She gave Tammy a mouthwash of fruit juice and provided a basin.

The horse clomped impatiently somewhere close. Tammy's stomach burned with anxiety as she lay bound in that humiliatingly abased position, open to all eyes ... open to the monstrous prick of that waiting horse.

The Master returned. He called, "Let it begin!"

A young man appeared in Tammy's left field of vision. He was dressed in work clothes. He led a big, beautiful white-maned roan. They circled the platform. The horse's hooves were booted to save the marble.

Tammy gazed fearfully at the powerful animal. Her eyes inevitably were drawn to his huge swaying genitals.

The stallion's prick was as thick as her arm, a wrinkled-leather black-brown, and about a foot long. His balls were like apples in a dark sack. The animal rolled his brown eyes at Tammy and snorted heavily. He was nervous and seemed to sense what was in store for him. His nostrils flared as he took in the exotic scents abounding in the orgy room. The handler stopped Hard Winner in front of Tammy. Two little naked girls came forward and began awkwardly to manipulate the horse's soft prick. It had to weigh at least ten pounds.

The Master spoke from beside the platform. Tammy could not see him. "I want you to see all you'll be receiving." He palmed her prominent, rounded buttocks as he talked.

The girls were succeeding in stimulating the stallion. His prick began to lengthen dramatically, seeming to slide down out of his massive loins like a flexible, drooping, leather-covered baseball bat, handle first. The girls giggled and played with it, pushing it heavily to and fro, working the thick skin with both hands.

The Master said, "Now ... now get him into position!"

The handler led the heavy-breathing stallion down off the low, wide, thick marble table, and around, and up onto the stone again, behind the platform.

Tammy became gut-scared. She panted with fear. Yet-there was also a dirty anticipation. A raw, itchy curiosity and lust. It was her awful cunt speaking to her-it had to be! Tammy struggled again, briefly, futilely. She tensed as she felt a snort of breath on her exposed buttocks and cunt lips. Then her buttocks were grazed by something hairy-massive ... Hoarse, deep breathing was over her head. She sensed bulk over her ... and abruptly on either side of her, astride the narrow platform, appeared the horse's forelegs. The huge animal was over her!

She heard the Master say, "I will make the insertion!"

Other Masters crowded around the rear of the platform. They fondled her ass and underthighs, her back and arms. She couldn't see them, only feel and hear. Tammy flushed as inquisitive, bold, marauding fingers poked into her anus and a whole hand explored her wet cunt.

"Get your hand out, number eleven. Now ... "

Something blunt and very thick and rough textured was pressed into Tammy's slit. It was bigger than the head of Jim's prick. It was gigantic! It entered her-distending her entrance, stretching her sheath, scraping its seamed, coarse hide on the exquisitely sensitive inner surfaces and pleasure clusters. Tammy screamed with pain/pleasure/humiliation. She tensed and strained but the monstrous insertion went on. She sobbed incoherent pleas to God, to the Masters, to anyone, anything, to stop it, stop it, stop it.

But the brutal engorgement continued-Suddenly the stallion knew where its prick had been placed. It snorted and its mighty loins thrust! The stallion's colossal shaft shot forward into Tammy's defenseless channel. It was viciously sudden and complete.

Tammy's eyes bulged, her lungs were shouldered aside, her cup was driven higher up in her chest, her heart was actually moved. Tammy whuffed! The horse's giant cock was like a tree trunk in her body! She tried to draw a breath and couldn't. She was paralyzed! Her cunt radiated outraged sensations. Its muscled sheath was trembling around the tremendous penetration. Abruptly the gigantic shaft was pulled back-Tammy gasped and then grunted as the horse cock slammed fully into her again! More than she had been altered to take! The platform rocked slightly. Her cup blazed. Her insides were afire.

Tammy became a thing-a tube of flesh into which the whinnying, snorting horse drove his foot-and-a-half long cock. Each savage, smacking, jolting thrust of the twenty-pound cock, with hundreds of pounds of animal lust behind it, exploded an agonized grunt from her throat. She was dazed by the terrible, physical impact, inside and out. Her buttocks were rubbed by the stallion's belly and inner flanks. His great sack of ballsy swung heavily between her strapped-in thighs.

One thought shouted in her consciousness-TOO THICK-TOO LONG! TOO MUCH-TOO MUCH.

At first she was afraid she would be ruptured-killed! The Masters were awed. They were silent. The stallion was unrestrained-it clumped its booted hooves on the table for better position, to thrust and thrust and thrust! It actually groaned with delight and drooled long streams of saliva from its lips. Tammy grunted and grunted and grunted.

The horse's barrel heaved as he drew vast chestfuls of air. He almost danced his hind legs. His rump and buttocks curved down with convulsive bunchings of his massive thigh muscles as he plunged his enormous cock in and out of Tammy's small, quivering, shuddering, girl's body. Tammy was sheened with sweat. Her wide blue eyes were glazed. Her mouth hung open, and her continuing high-pitched grunts subtly changed. Her cunt had somehow relaxed and loosened and stretched enough to take the frightful pounding without pain.

Now ... now the sensations shamefully changed in character. Now she was enjoying the monstrous, depraved, bestial fuck! Tammy was only half conscious. Each enormous penetration-each incredibly powerful thrust was sweet and glorious! Tammy sucked frantic lungfuls of air in the quick second of partial withdrawal between chest-filling engorgement. She began to wail between forced grunts. A sweet horror filled her mind. She was climaxing! Her cunt spasmed around the sweeping, ruthless, irresistible horse-cock.

Tammy wailed and grunted and gasped and wailed again in the humiliating glory of her orgasm. Her cup was a knot of fiery rapture in her chest! Each plunging, jolting inner filling and shoving of the cup sent further shocks of ecstasy through her pleasure-drenched body. Her captured, strapped torso and limbs jerked and trembled as much from her spasming rapture as from the immense, jarring, cock thrusts. Tammy sank into an unending delirium of shameful pleasure. She glowed and shuddered and convulsed inside. Tammy made animal sounds with the huge beast that was over her, fucking her, fucking her, fucking her!

Hard Winner was close to ejaculation. The big roan frothed and blew foamy saliva. His big brown eyes jerked and rolled. His carefully groomed sides were a bellows. His flanks shivered and twitched. His rippling masses of muscle drove his enormous cock in giant, lust-powered thrusts. Faster! Smashing penetrations! He snorted. His shivering whinny reached a crescendo.

Tammy was oblivious to anything but the magnificent, savage plunges of the horse's massive shaft. Shame, humiliation, guilt, disgrace ... all had been burned from her by the overpowering, in-arguable pleasure that she had at first endured and now utterly loved. Tammy was being traumatized by ecstasy! She was rocked by the violent, crushing, pistonlike thrusts of the gigantic horse-cock. Her torso was engorged! Emptied! Engorged! Each cycle was golden and beautiful!

Tammy was a cunt-only a cunt-pure cunt-and did not want to stop being only a cunt-a cunt being used! Tammy knew dimly that Hard Winner was close to ejaculation. She only wanted the enormous cock to continue sliding and pounding into her cunt. But then the huge cock erupted! Thick, syrupy semen gushed into her channel! The thrusts were frantic, crashing, liquid-the resulting sensations bulged Tammy's eyes and caused weird ululations in her high, grunting moans.

Then Hard Winner was through. He stood quiet over her, and his huge cock dropped out of her quivering cunt. A half pint of white, soupy liquid dripped and flowed from her loose slit. Tammy lay exhausted, panting, slowly returning to the surrounding reality.

The Masters were admiring. A few turned to congratulate the doctor Master. One Master came quickly to the front of the platform and parted his robe. He pressed his noduled prick into her lax mouth. Tammy sucked automatically. The nodes felt like rubbery warts on the glans.

The Master was not content with her sucking. He began driving his prick deeper into her mouth-into her throat! He gasped and sighed. He gripped the sides of her head-held her by fistfuls of her long red hair-and forced his long, thick prick down into her throat.

Tammy was a cunt-only a cunt-pure cunt-She couldn't jerk her head away! Her neck was strapped down! The Master had been terribly excited by the spectacle of her being horse fucked. He quickly spurted down the upper part of her throat and pulled out. Tammy was finally able to breathe. She tasted his semen-lemony flavor.

Master number One commanded, "Unstrap her. Wash her."

Young hands loosed her from the form-fitting platform. A little boy gently stuffed a plug of absorbent tissues into her slit. Two naked little girls with blonde pigtails led her away, out of the orgy room, to her own room. They bathed her. They flushed out her cunt. They fed her meats and a pungent, stimulating, amber drink. Tammy slipped into another skimpy, obscenely designed costume.

Refreshed, Tammy was led back to the orgy room. She looked first for Jim, but could not see him. There were more Masters scattered in nests of pillows and pads around the orgy table. Tammy noticed Helen, the doctor Master's Negro nurse, with her plug-in nine-inch prick, wildly fucking a new Master in the ass. The Master's flabby jowls quivered as his face twisted with pleasure. At the same time he was being sucked by a shockingly young girl child who looked no more than four years old. Tammy found Master number Six in his corner nest with Lala. She liked him. She went to him.

He noticed her approach by a circular, unobtrusive route. When she arrived and knelt beside him, he smiled. "I'm flattered, Tammy, I was hoping to get you again tonight. I've been saving myself for your delightful little mouth." He ran his finger over her full, pink lips. "Enthralling, how you manage to suck so well ... at thirteen. It has to be raw talent." He said to Lala: "Go to another Master. Amuse yourself with another slave. Leave us."

For an instant Lala appeared to be about to resist, to object. Her eyes snapped with jealousy and anger. But she bowed her head and left the nest.

The Master thoughtfully stroked his long brown muttonchop sideburns. "She's been with me for a long time. Maybe too long." He smiled at Tammy. He trailed his fingers over her lush, rounded, pink-nippled breasts. "It was incredible, seeing you being screwed by that horse. Absolutely fantastic. Did you enjoy it?"

"Not at first." Tammy blushed. "But then ... I did, yes." She reached hesitantly for a plate of roast beef cubes. She looked to him for permission. Her body was fuel hungry again. A dull glowing itch was beginning in her cunt.

The Master nodded and waved to go ahead. "I'm going to arm fuck you in a few minutes, while you suck out my chocolate syrup. Want that to happen?"

Tammy smiled and nodded. "Yes, Master!" She genuinely meant it. Then she was taken aback at herself. She wanted to escape!

Tammy ate the still-warm beef cubes quickly, ashamed of her appetite. The Master watched her and played with her body as she ate. His fingers twiddled her natural clitoris. Tammy opened her thighs further and further for him. She drank at least a quart of the purple drink from a large, self-chilled pitcher.

The Master said, bemused, "Gas tank all full?"

Tammy smiled self-consciously. "The Elixir makes me so hungry and thirsty so fast!

He nodded. "Does it make you hungry and thirsty for my prick?"

"Yes, Master." Tammy saw he was strongly erect. His robe was tented by the hard eight inches.

"Come, then. On hands and knees while you suck me off. Move around here so I can fuck with my left arm."

Tammy's itchy cunt flared with need at his words. She positioned herself and lifted open his robe. His noduled prick was jerking with the beat of his pulsing blood. The Master's left hand fondled her taut, smooth, white buttocks.

He commented, "A nice ass is like a nice, round pair of breasts ... both sexually attractive on a basic, animal level. Wiggling, flipping ass ... bouncing, jiggling tits ... all the same as sex signals."

Tammy bent lower and licked his violet glans. She played with the shaft, grazing gentle fingertips over the sensitive bumps.

"I wonder if girls who go braless realize what a powerful sexual signal they're broadcasting? Are they really offering? Or are they subtly indulging in a little safe prick teasing?"

Tammy didn't answer. She guessed he was musing aloud. She opened her hot, sweet, young mouth and took in three inches of his prick. She slithered her tongue around and around.

"Ummmm ... Tammy ... where did that talent come from? You must have been born with a prick in your mouth."

He slid his bunched fingers into her eager slit ... into the warm, slick depths. His whole hand ... his wrist ... Deeper ... deeper ... his forearm.

Tammy whined with lust as he touched her cup. Her cunt tightened on his arm. She swooped her mouth lower on his prick, till her gag reflex made her cough. Her palate spasmed on his glans.

The Master groaned. "Ohh, Jesus ... take it into your throat again, Tammy! More of that action!" To reward her, to encourage her, he drove his arm deeper into her cunt. He curled his extended fingers into a fist and sank his arm into her to the elbow. His knuckles seated into her cup. Her chest bloomed with pleasure as he turned his fist this way and that.

Tammy blindly slid her full, wet lips down his thick, bumpy shaft. His glans again seated in the back of her throat. Her neck muscles fluttered and clamped on his prick as she fought the gag reflex. Tammy finally had to raise her head a bit to get air. Her mind whirled with sensation from his twisting arm in her long cunt. She dove her head feverishly and rammed his prick into her convulsive throat again ... then again ... and again.

The Master threw his head back. His eyes rolled. He gasped with ecstasy. He spread his legs wide for leverage and stability as he began arm fucking Tammy. Fast! Deep! Staggering arm thrusts into her body.

Tammy seemed to erupt inside. Unbearable sexual pleasure coursed through her body/mind. She dove her mouth on his prick faster and faster, and slithered her tongue with insane, lust-driven skill. Her palate and throat seemed dulled, overcome, by the steady, quick deep invasions. The gag reflex seemed to fade and die away. It no longer bothered her to drive his prick all the way down! She took his shaft to the root!

"AH-ahhh ... " He jetted into her throat. Some of it trickled into her stomach-some into her trachea. She had to cough explosively to drive the semen out of the lung passage. But then Tammy instantly clamped her mouth on his spurting prick and sucked the delicious chocolate-tasting fluid. Her own orgasm diminished-mercifully. She had been about to pass out it had been so strong.

The Master slowed his arm plunges. He stopped, but kept his arm buried in her cunt. He sighed as his prick was licked clean. It drooped from Tammy's willing lips. He said, "Not even those girls and boys altered to give a superior suck can match you. Amazing. And I'm an expert on being sucked."

"Thank you, Master."

He pulled his arm out of her cunt. His skin was slippery wet with her juices.

Tammy took up a scented, damp towel and wiped his arm and hand. She kissed his palm. She cuddled against him, within the circle of his right arm. She felt content. He was like a real father to her. Tammy saw another Master approach, one she had never seen before. He was lean and stooped, with long, bony arms. He was totally bald and old!

"Hogging her all to yourself, number Six?"

"She's my favorite, Fourteen. I picked her out, deflowered her and delivered her."

"Finders keepers, eh?"

"The rules forbid that, totally. But I may make her my private girl. Lala is getting too smart-alecky and hard to control."

"While, I hear, Tammy here is a hell of a mouth girl, umm?"

"That she is. Want to try her?"

"Of course. May I join you?"

"Absolutely. Tammy, suck Fourteen off. His flavor might interest you."

Fourteen cackled. He opened his black robe. His prick was erect-a long, curving bonelike organ, with nodes on it the size of Tammy's fingertips.

Tammy didn't want to suck off this new Master. She wanted to limit herself to Six and Jim. But she had to obey. Tammy was amazed at the size of this Master's nodules. She leaned over and studied them. They were in fact tiny circumcised penises. They were real!

The Master said, "Transplants, Tammy. From monkeys. No other Master has them."

Tammy was disgusted, but kept her face blank. She took the base of his prick in her hands and lowered her mouth to the hydra-headed glans. The head of his thin, long down-curved prick was like a weird flesh bloom-the tiny transplanted penises were like the petals of a flower.

Tammy opened her lips wide and took the diminutive prick cluster into the hot wetness of her mouth. She stroked her small, agile tongue over each tiny, sensitive glans. The feel of them in her mouth was strange. It was like a circular bunch of grapes in her mouth.

Tammy sucked them and conscientiously experimented with ways to lick and to create pleasure for the Master.

Fourteen watched her gently bobbing, turning head. He stroked her long red hair. "I see-I see why you love this darling, Six. My dear heaven ... She's all tongue ... uhhh ... so hot and soft ... the tongue ... only one tongue?"

Six smiled. "A mouth for all Masters, eh?" He shifted slightly and fed Tammy's cunt his arm.

Tammy felt the Master's hand sink into her belly, and then his wrist, and then his forearm! The itchy lust of her cunt was awakened again. Her spiraling pleasure centers and cup were stimulated to a swift, sheet-lightning radiance of sensations. Tammy sobbed in climax as she worked on the flower of tiny pricks in her saliva-rich mouth. Finally she drove them to the back of her throat.

The Master panted and goggled at her dipping and rising head. His old mouth pursed, then opened to emit a bark of rapture.

Tammy was in heaven-Master number Six was arm fucking her to an oblivion of pleasure. Her cunt felt like a golden ingot was sliding in and out of it.

Master Fourteen's bony hips jerked. A trickle of odd-tasting juice came from the tip of his altered prick. Tammy sucked it up. Only the large "mother" prick gave out juice. The circular cluster of monkey pricks did not ejaculate.

Fourteen had had enough. He thrust Tammy's clinging, sucking mouth away. "Stop! She tries to suck your mind out through your peter, doesn't she?"

Six grinned. He gave Tammy's flushed, spasming cunt three more, full-length jolts with his arm, then pulled free. His hand came-out dripping.

Tammy fell forward, across Fourteen's legs, in a near faint. She was dizzy from the powerful surges of ecstasy that she had experienced. She remained there, gasping, dull-eyed, as the two Masters discussed a political situation in a foreign country. She was getting hungry again. The itch still lurked in her cunt, only temporarily subdued.

The Masters were discussing her again: "How can you pick sweet little sexpots like this? What's your secret?"

"I must admit Tammy is a surprise. I researched her and expected a healthy sex drive, but her genius for sucking is a bonus."

Tammy was ashamed of Six's praise. It wasn't right to be proud of something like that-sucking a prick! Was it? She knew, in the normal world, she would be condemned and in disgrace ... maybe put away in a prison or something, if she sucked around a lot and it became known. But here-in the Masters' world ... Tammy couldn't think straight. Her mind spun. The world of her parents and school was far away now. It was receding, fading ... and the values of that world were now only memories.

The itching glow in her chest told her she would never be able to go back. But Tammy couldn't admit it! She would get away from these awful people! She would escape! What the Masters were doing was bad! It had to be exposed and stopped!