Chapter 6
The large dining room was alive with sound and activity. There were five clusters of people: a Secret Master lounging amid a welter of pillows beside the low marble table, and his young girl and boy slaves. Each Master had at least one girl serving him food, handing him a crystal goblet of wine or other-liquid, a boy or girl to feed him from a plate, and one or two Masters had someone engaged in sex with him.
Tammy was amazed. The sight was like something out of a movie. A stereo system wafted soft string music through the big room. There was loud talk between the Masters, muted side talk to the slaves, and whispering between the slaves. All the slaves wore sexy, revealing garments, even the boys, whose pricks were often swinging free and available from specially designed shorts or pants.
Tammy's eyes were wide as she gazed around. She saw a woman Secret Master! The woman was obviously old in spite of a wig and flowing purple robes; her hands were like claws and age spots speckled her skin. Tammy was dry-mouthed with fear.
Janey said to Tammy, "The Masters drew lots to see who would get you first tonight. Master number one won you." Janet towed Tammy into the room, toward a stocky man who looked at least sixty.
Cathy went to the woman Secret Master, who had gestured imperiously and called.
Janey whispered to Tammy, "Remember, obey any Master, no matter what he wants you to do!" She pulled Tammy to the Master's group.
The girls waited for him to finish chewing a piece of lobster forked into his mouth by a petite, breastless, black-haired girl who looked barely nine or ten years old. He rolled his bright blue eyes toward Janey and Tammy. He smiled widely as he chewed. His orange robes were open and another little girl was massaging his big, noduled prick with handfuls of whipped cream. A third little girl stood by attentively with a goblet of greenish fluid. He swallowed leisurely. "Ah, Janey, is this Tammy? Of course she is. I've heard stories of those lovely breasts. Come here, Tammy. By my side. Are you hungry? Sit. Eat. Get a plate of turkey and some yams and the spring peas for her!"
A "spare" child sprang to obey. The marble table was loaded down the center with platters of food.
"Janey, go to Master Ten now."
Tammy sat beside the Master. He drew her closer. He smelled of perfume and food and his breath was minty. Tammy watched Janey walk to the next Secret Master, a grossly fat man who was lying back, almost obscured by a mass of pillows and attentive slaves. He obviously liked boys.
Tammy's present Master put an arm around her. He closed his hand on her left breast. He lightly rubbed the sheer silken material of her red dress over the jutting globe. "Yes, of course ... perfect." He quivered every few seconds as the child who was attending to his prick slathered on another gob of thick whipped cream and squeezed it over and among the swollen, excited nodes. His fingertip rolled her nipple through the dress. "Give Tammy a drink! Elixir! She hasn't had hers yet."
A girl child with snapping black eyes leaped to pour a glassful of yellow liquid. She handed it to Tammy. "Drink deep!"
Tammy drank a quick mouthful. The liquid was a thinner, watered Elixir, but the taste was still the same. The child returned with a big plate of food for Tammy who ate and drank and watched. The Master continued to idly fondle her left breast.
Tammy saw the doctor, who was also a Secret Master, across the table. Helen was with him, with three other boys and girls. Helen's plug-in silver-ended brown prick was sticking up out of her shimmering emerald robe. And there-at the end of the table-was the Secret Master who had taken her cherry on the plane ... only hours ago! ... with Lala and a boy who seemed older than most. Tammy looked again at the boy. He shifted position. His prick was like a pole! It stuck out stiffly to a point a few inches past his knees! It looked as big around as his arm! And there were rings of bumps on it, too!
Tammy jumped as her Master's laughter bubbled next to her ear. "Spotted Jim, eh? Big boy, isn't he?" More laughter, obscenely shaded with lewdness. "You'll get to know him in a few weeks."
Tammy shivered with dread. Something awful was planned for her. All the hints ... all the secrecy. She wanted to get up and run from these terrible old people, but there was a green-uniformed guard at the wide entranceway door. She wanted to plead and cry ... but she saw a punishment egg nearby on the table, resting in a velvet nest. A constant, obvious reminder to all the boys and girls. Tammy felt the beginning warmth of the Elixir in her belly. She drank more and more. Why not enjoy it? Why not? Why not?
The Master waved away the girl who had beer, caressing his prick with whipped cream. He tightened his grip on Tammy's left breast. "Tammy, do you want a dessert now? I see you've cleaned up your plate." His tone was superior and arrogantly playful.
Tammy hated him. She knew what he wanted-what he would command her to do-because his prick was sticking up, throbbing, an ugly pink-knobbed club between his flaccid white thighs. Some imp of lingering rebellion made her say, "I hate dessert! I hate whipped cream! It makes me sick!"
"Does it?" His voice was mild. "I wonder if I can't change your taste, and your preferences." He snapped his fingers and pointed.
All the girls had gaped at Tammy. One little girl sprang to the table and grabbed the punishment egg. She stared at Tammy with incredulity as she brought it to her Master.
Tammy instantly regretted her outburst. "Please, Master, I didn't mean it! I forgot!"
He held the egg in his palm. "Nonsense! Of course you meant it. You were simply testing me. And of course, your will is not yet quite broken completely. I don't mind punishing you. It is my duty and my pleasure." He smiled at his other slaves. "You see, I must show the others I am fair; I cannot let you get away with insolence if they cannot and could not. All the girls and boys here have tasted the egg." He turned again to Tammy. "Open your mouth!"
"Oh, please, no-"
The Master pressed the egg between her lips. He forced it fully into her mouth. Fear and dread leaped in Tammy's eyes. She saw his other hand dip into a pocket of his robe. Her head was shattered by a lightning bolt of pain! She convulsed and went limp, barely conscious. The egg fell out of her mouth. When Tammy could see straight and sit up, with full control of her body, a moment later, she had a terrible headache.
Her Master said, "Now, Tammy, you will enthusiastically lick the whipped cream from my lovely cock, sucking and tonguing me until I go off.
"And of course," he added, "when I go off in your mouth you will swallow what I shoot. You will swallow it all, and you will not let any dribble down and get away to stain my robe." He patted her hair. "Isn't that right, Tammy?"
"Yes, Master."
"You've never sucked off a man before, have you?"
"No, Master." Tammy didn't think Helen's rubber prick counted.
"I will have your mouth's virginity. Good. Do you want me to shoot in your mouth, Tammy?"
There was only the barest hint of hesitation. "Yes, Master."
"Begin, then."
Tammy groveled to a position between his legs. A headache was splitting her skull but she had to endure it. She filled her small hands with his sticky, whipped-cream coated prick. She carefully lowered her head and extended her tongue and licked his wrinkled scrotum. He leaned far back into the pillows. He accepted a piece of lobster from one child, a sip of wine from another.
Tammy could think of nothing but pleasing him. Her mind was still jangled by the instant of endless pain from the egg. She licked clean his balls. She licked up onto the shaft of his prick. She was in the most abject position, doing the most abject thing she could imagine. But she could not resist. The egg ... the pain! Tammy licked around his prick until she had the base wet and clean of all traces of the sticky, sweet, gooey whipped cream. The warmth of the Elixir in her stomach was spreading ... sending rivers of heat to her pussy and her breasts.
Tammy licked more enthusiastically. She couldn't help herself. The powerful aphrodisiac was driving away her headache. She carefully handled the prick that pulsed against her lips and cheeks. She licked the first super-sensitive nodule of shiny pink tissue.
The Master's prick jumped against her mouth and tongue. He went "Mmm ... " in approval.
Tammy breathed fast through her mouth. She closed her yes and licked faster. The whipped cream tasted good. The warmth in her pussy urged her to win the Master's greater approval. Her breasts began to burn and her nipples, erect, hard, ached demandingly. Tammy wanted to straddle the Master's leg and rub her dripping slit on his knee, but didn't dare. She moaned with excitement and need and mouthed the side of his prick and licked the knoblets of flesh and worked feverishly now to clean his prick so she could suck.
In her right mind she knew ... she knew ... she would have blushed with terrible shame at even the idea of sucking an old man like this, with an ugly prick like this. But she was in a different world now-with different rules.
Only the head of his prick now was coated and streaked with a residue of whipped cream. Tammy held his big, noduled prick carefully in both soft little hands and eyes still closed, afire with artificially induced lust, groaned as she spread her hot young lips over the purplish head and took it deep into her suctioning mouth. Tammy hardly knew what she was doing. She didn't care. Better the Master's prick than that terrible egg! She panted and sucked and sucked! She moaned with her need to make him shoot. The Master had to be pleased! The reinforced memory of those terrible blazes of agony lurked in her brain.
Tammy's legs found a pillow. She squirmed it higher between her thighs-into her crotch-and fucked the pillow's fringed edge as she sucked the Master. She heard the Master cry, "Ahh ... she sucks like a veteran! Ahh ... yes! With the tongue, Tammy ... around and around with the tongue ... "
She swirled her pink little tongue around the rim of his prick's head in the depths of her wide-open mouth. Around that noduled rim. "AHHHH ... " His prick leaped in her mouth. Thick fluid spurted into her throat. Tammy almost reared back with gagging horror. Then fear kept her mouth full of the Master's shooting prick. She swallowed the stuff and was amazed to find it tasted good-like strawberry syrup!
Tammy sucked with even more willingness. She took the last few drops from his pumping organ and wanted more. She squirmed against the pillow clamped between her thighs. She kept sucking the Master's prick. She would suck until he told her to stop!
"Enough! You learned well, Tammy." He pulled her up beside him. The Master noted her flushed face and wet slit. "Ah, the Elixir is working, umm?"
He crooked a finger at one of the little girls. "Emerald, apply your sweet little mouth and tongue to Tammy's cunt for a while ... until she tells you to stop."
The child handed the goblet of wine she was holding to a little boy and quickly wormed between Tammy's legs. Tammy had a brief thought about the sin of using little children for sex this way ... but her need washed it out. And there was nothing she could do but let it happen. It was the Master's desire!
Tammy opened her thighs wide and let the child's mouth fasten like a leech to her hairless pussy. Tammy sucked a quick breath as the little girl's tongue entered her slit and flitted over and around her swollen clitoris. Another hot melting of sweet pleasure was coming!
The Master put an arm around Tammy. "There are rewards for skilled and obedient slaves, you see. We Masters are generous and pleasant men and women. We ask only that you obey."
He took a goblet of the sweet Elixir and pressed it to Tammy's lips. "Drink. I want to see you sink into unbridled lust. Abandon yourself, Tammy. Let this first night among us here on the island be a memorable occasion."
Tammy took swallow after swallow of the potent aphrodisiac. The heated urgency in her cunt became acute. Tammy undulated her juicy slit against the little girl's mouth. Tammy panted into a powerful orgasm. She whimpered helplessly. When the rush of sensation had passed she was left with the same incredible need for release. She did not tell the child to stop licking.
The Master said, "Ah, the show begins. Watch, Tammy. Master number Three is a master surgeon. His work is fantastic."
Boys and girls, some from each cluster of slaves, were clearing the marble table. Two incredible twin girls walked naked to the table and stepped up onto it. Or-were they boys? Their hair was shiny black, drawn back tight to a bun.
Tammy blinked and stared. The identical twins had nice, full breasts, narrow waists, wide, curving, womanly hips ... and each also had a big, fat, noduled prick sticking out from her loins. Tammy looked hard. Each girl also had a slit! But on one girl the prick was growing (really growing, not a dildo!) from below her cleft. On her sister, the prick was growing from the top of her cleft. There was no sack of balls hanging from the base of either prick.
Tammy was taken by another surge of molten sensation in her own loins. She threw her head back and gave herself to the sparkling pleasure. The child who was eating her was making wet, sloppy sounds. Tammy forced herself to say, "Stop it ... for a while." She pushed the child's head away. Her eyes remained on the twin sisters on the table.
The girls kissed passionately. Their breasts were rising and falling. Their nipples were like ripened berries. Their hands were doubly busy-stroking each other's long, thick prick, and also toying with each other's slit.
The Secret Master said, "Get your dress off, Tammy."
Tammy immediately pulled the see-through red dress off. He took possession of her lush breasts with his fondling hands. He whispered, "Of course this act will arouse me and I think I'll fuck you when the time comes."
"Yes, Master."
The girls on the table were becoming more and more intent and passionate. They stroked each other's prick. They finger-fucked each other. They kissed and intertwined tongues.
The Master said to Tammy, "Watch them! You'll never see the like of this anywhere in the world! This is absolutely unique. I wish I could see it with new eyes each time."
The twins joined together ... hands guided pricks-they kissed, rubbed breasts and fucked each other! Standing with feet widespread, glued together face to face, they fucked. Their pricks slid deep, their bellies smacked. They gasped and grunted and kissed without restraint.
Tammy was burning with desire. Her heated breasts felt bloated and the Master's caressing hands were driving her wild. Tammy's cunt was molten with a need to be filled. She knew her torn hymen would hurt some, in spite of the magical healing properties of the brown salve, but she didn't care. Tammy boldly put her hand on the Master's prick. It was like a warted hose in her small hand. She rubbed some of the nodes lightly with her fingertips. Her cunt itched inside.
The twins fucked faster and harder. Wild cries of ecstasy were torn from their mouths as they kissed. Their pricks were dripping with each other's cunt juice. Their loins made squishy sounds as they bumped violently together.
Under Tammy's touch, the Master's prick expanded dramatically. Within a minute it was as rigid and hard as before. He was delighted. "I like initiative in sex by the slaves. It's a rare quality. So often the egg kills initiative when it kills willfulness." He opened his robe further. He told Tammy what he wanted her to do.
Tammy straddled his hips, facing the table, so that he could look over her shoulder while she watched the twins as she was fucking him. Tammy was open-mouthed with lust. She watched, fascinated, as the girls shuddered in simultaneous orgasms. Their pricks did not shoot. They stayed hard ... and the girls did not stop.
Tammy settled back against the clammy, flabby chest of the Master. She didn't have to make the insertion. A child slave was kneeling, ready, waiting. The Master's prick was rearing up between her open thighs, nudging her belly. Tammy quivered as the Master molded her aching breasts with both hands. Her nipples were like burning fuses. She lifted herself up. The child guided the Master's big, bumpy prick into Tammy's slippery crotch-into the gaping slit.
Tammy took him. She sank down on the thick shaft. She stretched herself and felt pain and felt the odd sensation of the nodes grazing her inner walls. She gasped and writhed as the last inches were crammed up into her distended cunt. The Master's prick throbbed in her belly, and each throb was a pulse of heavenly sensation for her.
Tammy couldn't believe what she was doing. So much had happened to her in twenty-four hours! And yet her thirteen-year-old mind and body did believe and did accept. Even the weird, freakish sex act being performed before her eyes on the table.
Tammy rose and fell on the big prodding prick in her vitals. The bulk helped the deep itch in her hungry cunt. The Master's prickhead rubbed a sensitive spot deep in her belly. The Elixir made her aware of such inner needs ... It was awakening her young sexuality. The Elixir was triggering her in ways nature had not scheduled so soon. Tammy panted as her clitoris was pulled into sliding, slithering contact with the Master's studded shaft.
The Master was holding her tighter and tighter. He was groaning and shivering. His old hands clutched her full young breasts. Tammy rose and fell as fast as she could. She gripped her ankles and pushed up to help her movement. Her own Elixir-fueled lust drove her. She sucked air and whimpered as golden heat blossomed in her belly. She felt the Master's prick jerk in her tight, pumping cunt, and felt the gushing of that flavored syrup. In a brief moment of rationality, her young mind wondered how his stuff could be changed like that, in color and taste. She had heard older girls at school say boys' stuff was white and icky.
The Master said, "I can't keep you any longer, Tammy, for now. The other Masters want to meet you." He made Tammy rise off his prick. "Go to Master number Two, the only woman Master in the organization."
Tammy got to her feet on the cushioned fur and walked naked through the myriads of pillows to the cluster of young slaves serving the ancient woman Master. The woman had signaled the number One Master. She watched Tammy approach. Her eyes were bloodshot. She reached out with a clawlike, spotted hand and seized Tammy's wrist. "My darling child! Lie upon me. You others-shoo!"
Her other attendants scattered. She drew Tammy down upon her purple-robed body. She fastened her thin, grooved red lips upon Tammy's full pink lips. Breath hissed through her pinched nostrils. Tammy felt the old woman's bony frame under her. The crone's kiss was disgusting, even under the influence of the Elixir. Finally the woman broke the kiss. But she held Tammy flat against her. "Sweet darling. When I saw your picture last week and learned you would be acquired, I was enthralled. Such a sweet, innocent face, and such very nice titties."
"You saw a picture of me?"
"Of course. Number Six sends us pictures of little girls and boys he has discovered in his travels, and we vote. You were an almost unanimous choice. You should be proud."
The woman eased Tammy to one side. "Now open my robe, darling."
Tammy folded back the purple robe and revealed a skinny body, but firm of thigh and mostly smooth of skin. There were stretch marks and some creepy skin here and there, but the woman Master was in good shape.
She smiled. "Suck my nipples, Tammy."
Tammy saw that the woman's nipples were actually thumb-sized clusters of pleasure nodes, like two tiny bunches of grapes. She opened her mouth and took one of the clusters in. It felt funny to her tongue, but she sucked as well as she knew how.
The woman's sharp old eyes softened. "Ohh ... that is nice. Your first night here and you suck me like a dream ... Now the other nipple. Ohhhh ... "
Tammy suckled on the woman for long minutes. Soon the old body was jerking erratically, as if plucked by invisible strings. Tammy had to hold onto the shallow breasts with both hands. The woman was in orgasm from the sucking. Tammy's own needs were mounting. The Elixir heat was pulsing in her cunt again, melting her insides and making her pussy lips drip secretion. Tammy sucked passionately on the nipple clusters and wished she could ask to have another slave suck on her in turn.
The woman Master gasped, "Stop ... now switch ... suck my clitoris, darling." She opened her lean thighs. Her mound was fuzzed by a narrow thatch of gray hair. Her pussy lips were loose and open and moist. A cluster of pleasure nodules stuck out of the slit like a pink thumb from a mouth.
As Tammy obediently lowered her mouth to that waiting, glistening organ, the woman said, "No, sixty-nine, darling. Give me your sweet little hole as you suck me." Tammy took a chance on position and straddled the old woman's head. She saw the narrow lips smile and a hand reach out. The Master snapped her finger at another naked little girl slave. "Rose, hand me my vibrator."
The girl gave her a small battery operated vibrator shaped like a long bullet, except that the nose had a cup-shaped depression at the tip. The Master flipped the small switch at the base and applied the humming tip to Tammy's dripping slit. Tammy quivered as the buzzing device touched her clitoris and seemed to enclose it in vibration ecstasy. Tammy dove her head between the Master's thighs and mouthed the protruding, clustered clitoris. It was almost exactly like the woman's nipples. Tammy suckled with great fervor as her own clit was buzzed continuously. Tammy moaned as she sucked and tongued and was shivered by an intense climax.
Her enthusiasm affected the Master, who feverishly applied her mouth to Tammy's wet slit and probed her tongue up into the tight young cunt. Tammy couldn't help moving her pussy down against the Master's mouth and in turn fluttering her hot tongue over the woman's super-sensitized clit in a foam of saliva.
Tammy was thrilled and also flattered that a Master would do this for her! Then Tammy gasped around the clustered mouthful of the big clitoris as the Master took her mouth away and pushed the vibrator up into Tammy's cunt. The humming, seven-inch plastic bullet was buried in Tammy! Her belly was a nest of captured bees! The vibration seemed to fill her to the brim with rapidly fluctuating sine waves of choking sensation. It was all Tammy could do to keep on sucking the old woman's turgid clitoris.
The lean thighs closed on Tammy's head ... tighter! The skinny body went tense and quiveringly still. Then with an explosive cry, she spasmed in a rapid series of climaxes. Finally her thighs opened and she let Tammy's head rise. She dug the still-humming vibrator from Tammy's flushed cunt. She tossed it aside and lightly pressured Tammy away. Tammy responded quickly to the urging.
The Master called, "Coffee!" A boy slave instantly poured a cup at the table, added heavy cream and sugar, and brought it to her, careful not to spill it. The Master sat up. She accepted the cup and sipped. "Umm. Better than Elixir for an old bag of bones like me."
She reached out with her free hand and traced the full, taut contours of Tammy's surging breasts. "Mine were as nice as yours when I was your age. But of course there was no one around to know until I was married when I was twenty-two. All that time wasted." She sighed and winked. "Now I'm more than making up for lost time."
A girl with positively enormous balloonlike breasts came wobbling over from the next cluster of slaves around a Secret Master. She said, "Please, Master number Ten wishes to have the new girl if you are finished with her for a while."
"In a moment. Sit down here beside me, girl. We brought you here last month, didn't we? You're Glenda ... with the incredible titties. Glandular Glenda."
The woman Master idly palmed the girl's immense, bulbous breasts. They were like soft white watermelons, far larger than Tammy's breasts.
The woman Master said to Tammy, "Darling, would you believe I'm eighty-two?"
Tammy shook her head. Tammy couldn't tell the difference between old people. Anyone who was over thirty or forty was old.
"I am. I have a way of staying alive. Once a month I go to my own private clinic in Europe and I have a quart of new, young blood put into my veins, and a quart of my old, used-up blood is taken out at the same time." She laughed. "Go on, Tammy. Go to number Ten. Go with Glenda."
Glenda took Tammy's hand. As the naked girls walked around the end of the marble table, Tammy saw that the twins were no longer fucking each other. They lay exhausted, their pricks soft and limp. Glenda's huge breasts jiggled and swayed in wide, eye-catching movements.
Tammy asked, "Are you that way naturally?"
Glenda nodded. "I had as much as you when I was ten. I'm twelve now."
"Wow. Is the doctor going to do anything to you?"
"He already has. See?" Glenda held up her hands. The pad of each fingertip was a cluster of nodes. "My specialty is caressing. Smooth slippery skin drives me wild."
They reached Master number Ten. He lolled absolutely naked in his bed of pillows. He was very fat. Sweaty flesh hung in heavy rolls on his tub-like body. His thin wavy gray hair was stuck to his scalp. A small boy, no more than nine, was bouncing up and down on the Master's large prick, impaling himself energetically, ecstatically, on the clustered pole. The prick was entirely covered by shiny pink nodes! And the fat Master was grunting and bellowing with pleasure. He puffed and billowed air into his lungs. His fat man's breasts quivered. His eyes rolled.
The Master gasped, "Enough, Georgie! I felt a palpitation that time. This heart is about worn out."
The boy pulled up off the Master's slimy prick. He grinned a little-boy grin. "Can I have Lanny fuck me?"
"Yes, yes ... " The Master heaved himself around to face Tammy and Glenda. "The new girl. I wish you to wash me, first, and then ass fuck my peter."
Other slaves brought warm, damp, aromatic towels. Tammy knelt beside the grossly overweight man and wiped his sweat-oozing nakedness. Glenda ran her noduled fingers over the Master's pink, hairless skin. Her round, apple-cheeked face was open-mouthed with pleasure. She shivered as she caressed his flabby belly.
The Master patted Tammy's rounded buttocks. "I do love a nice ass. I'll need a few moments to recover from Georgie, however. That boy! I'll blow this heart because of him. He knows exactly how to move."
Tammy was itchy again, inside. Even ass-fucking would be good. The Elixir seemed to last for hours. She had swallowed an awful lot of it. She noticed pink-on-pink scars on the Master's chest. She asked, "Were you in an accident?"
"Those?" He rumbled with laughter. "Heart transplant surgery, my dear. I am wearing out my third heart now. We Masters and our slaves are the beneficiaries of one of the genius medical men in the world-Master number Three over there-who has solved the rejection syndrome and can also tinker with the pituitary to trigger specific growth in the body. You will be his latest triumph soon, I understand."
The Master smiled and slipped a fat finger into Tammy's crease and explored her tightly puckered anus.
"Do you know what they're going to do to me?"
"Oh, yes. But we do not tell. You'll survive, my dear, and you'll be very grateful, I'm sure."
Tammy wiped the Master's totally noduled prick. She wondered how long it had taken to cover the surface with that many tiny concentrations of pleasure nerves. Under her light touch with the towel, his prick stirred and filled. It rose and lengthened dramatically in the space of ten seconds.
He had his finger into Tammy's anus, sliding it in a fucking movement. He whispered to himself, "Yes, tight ... oh, tight."
Tammy squirmed at the penetration. It didn't hurt. But she feared having to sit on his big, clustered prick and drive it up into her rectum and colon. Its thickness would hurt her, she was sure, so soon after having been stretched and torn there by the doctor that afternoon. But even if it hurt as before, it would still be better than having a punishment egg stuffed into her cunt or mouth and turned on!
The Master puffed to a higher sitting position. Alert little boys buttressed his back with more pillows. "Ah, I see Jim is to perform with Olga. Watch this, Tammy. This is indeed something to see."
Tammy turned slightly to look at the center of the table. The twins had left. The tall, longhaired blonde boy was standing there in a spread-legged stance, hands on narrow hips. His monster prick extended straight out from his loins like a boom from a mast.
The Master murmured, "What a magnificent peter. Fifteen inches! How I wish ... "
Tammy was amazed at the size of the boy's prick. She gazed at it, wide-eyed, her mind full of questions. A thrill of fear went through her. Then a freckled, white-blonde, thick-necked girl stepped reluctantly up on the table before Jim. She was well-developed but obviously young. She turned to look in Tammy's direction for a second and showed a widened mouth and two valves set in her chest between the proud white globes of her breasts. Tammy suddenly realized the girl was breathing through those valves. Jim reached out and touched her cheek and turned sideways to get closer to her. He spoke softly to her. His giant prick swung heavily against her hip.
Tammy breathed, "How?"
The Master chuckled. "You'll see, my dear. They don't like to do it. But they've each had several tastes of the egg recently. Jim has been a trouble maker since we got him. Almost too old, I'm afraid."
Olga stepped away from Jim. She was clearly unhappy. But she bent from the waist, facing him, bracing her hands on her knees. She lifted her head and waited. She was facing the bobbing, wobbling, fist-sized head of his huge prick. She opened her artificially widened mouth. She suddenly resembled an open-mouthed fish.
Jim steadied the arm-thick, arm-long shaft of his monster prick and guided the head of it between Olga's wide-open lips ... into her mouth. He then held her head behind the ears and around her thick neck. Tammy felt Olga's horror. And Tammy made a sound of horror and disbelief as Jim slid that awful, thick shaft deeper into Olga's mouth-deeper than it seemed possible ... and more and more. He was actually pushing that huge prick down her throat!
Olga had closed her eyes. Tears rolled down her straining face. Her throat bulged as Jim's giant prick advanced, as he pushed it further and further. Air hissed through the valves in her chest as she breathed faster and deeper.
Jim was frowning. He didn't seem to enjoy what he was doing. But he continued pushing and thrusting until-until he had all of that huge prick into Olga's mouth and throat and-Tammy realized with a shudder-into Olga's stomach!
Jim's giant balls swung against and under Olga's chin. His scrotum was like a chamois sack that hung halfway to his knees. Olga quivered. Her hands tightened in a death grip on her knees. Tammy turned her face away. She couldn't watch.
The Master continued finger fucking Tammy's anus. He deftly inserted a second finger. "Watch them, my dear. Get used to seeing bizarre depravity. Get used to being part of it!" He laughed and sank his fingers into her rectum to the last knuckle.
Tammy had to look, out of morbid curiosity and horror. Jim was stroking that huge shaft with long, incredible fucks into Olga! The thrusts reached from her mouth to her stomach. All of the fifteen inches was plunged between her lips.
In spite of himself-because of the rows of pleasure nodes on the shaft-Jim was enjoying it. His hips drew back and thrust with lusty grace. He was panting deeply, gripping her head fiercely. His handsome face became a mask of lust. He shook Olga with his ultimate plunges as he smacked his hard, belly against her nose and forehead. Jim was husking with passion, his plunges were fast and violent.
Olga, too, seemed to share the pleasure. Her entire body trembled. The air whistled through her valves as her chest heaved and her breasts swung like bells. Tammy's eyes widened still more as she noted Olga's glistening pussy and hard nipples. Tammy then knew Olga had to have some pleasure nodes implanted in her throat or stomach! The Masters always compensated their young victims.
Jim shouted incoherently in a young baritone voice and thrust savagely down into Olga's guts. Her stomach sucked in and relaxed, went tight, sucked in ... She almost fell. Jim sank his monster prick into her mouth to the limit and held it there. His buttocks were hard, their sides concave with tension. His face was twisted with pleasure. His long blond hair was awry, pasted to his sweaty forehead.
After long, hoarse-breathing seconds, he slowly, gently, pulled the brute prick from Olga's stomach ... throat ... mouth. The enormous prick, wet and dripping, seemed only slightly less thick than before. It dropped low, as if tired, but still straight.
Jim turned sideways slightly to get the thing out of his way, and helped Olga to straighten up. He hugged her and whispered in her ear.
Olga could not speak. She could only breathe through those chest valves. Her green eyes were glazed, confused, and at the same time full of humiliation. She would not look at any of the Masters or slaves that surrounded the marble table.
Jim put his arm around her and led her off the table. They settled down behind the Master doctor and Helen. The doctor said something to Jim and Jim scowled. Tammy squirmed as her current Master worked a third fat finger into her anus. She was in a shameful squatting position beside him as he indulged his whim.
He said, "Now I'll have you sit on my peter, dear. Take it all in and try to accomplish a kind of corkscrew motion with your hips as you ass fuck."
Tammy saw Jim looking at her. He smiled and kept on looking. She smiled back, and hesitated to obey the Master.
"Ass fuck me, Tammy!" There was steel in his usually mild, fat-man's tenor voice.
Flushing with embarrassment, aware that Jim was watching, she straddled the Master's wide, jelly-fleshed hips and squatted down onto the clustered prick.
His fingers had smeared her anus with slipperiness from her rectum and from her dripping cunt. Tammy settled down and felt the knobbed head force her anus. It hurt! The earlier tears and strained tissues parted again and burned with pain. But she settled lower and took the studded prick up into her colon. Her smooth, taut buttocks pressed against the soft, clammy warmth of the Master's belly and thighs.
Tammy could not raise her eyes to see if Jim was still observing her. She gritted her teeth, braced herself with hands on bent knees, balanced on her straddled feet, squatting, impaled on the Master's thick organ, and she began to make small, circular, rising and falling movements with her hips. It was utterly shameful. She knew the spectacle she presented. The thick shaft was pistoned slowly in her rectum, and deeper.
The Master panted, "Very good, dear! Dear God, the sweet tightness. Oh, there's nothing like a new ass! Ohhhh!"
His belly heaved against Tammy's moving buttocks. He puffed and groaned and flopped about under her ass. His prick jetted into her rectum. He gasped, "Don't stop, my dear ... OHHH ... " He bellowed with pleasure.
Tammy knew he was drawing attention from other Masters and slaves. She wanted to curl up and crawl away and find a hole. She remembered the egg ... the agony! She continued her corkscrewing movement with his violently stiff prick in her ass. She was hot, too, and had no relief of sex tension. She wanted to plunge his prick into her helplessly clenching cunt.
The Master endured another endless minute of continuous orgasm. He was thrashing like a beached, blubber heavy whale, puffing and blowing and howling. Then he gave a strangled cry of pain. "Ahh! STOP! Get off! My-heart!" Tammy rose up off the painful spike. The Master was clutching handfuls of his chest flab. "Missed ... yes, I missed three beats ... ah! another!"
The doctor was up on his feet, his golden robe billowing as he hurried around the end of the table. He waved Tammy and all the other slaves away. "Damn it, Harnet, I warned you this morning!"
He snapped his fingers at Helen, the Negro nurse, who had rushed around with him and who carried a medical bag. She had the case open and handed the doctor a stethoscope. She immediately also took out a small bottle of tiny white pills.
Tammy backed away from the Masters and the nurse. She wished the Master would die! She suddenly began to cry. She wanted out! She wanted to go home! Something hot and heavy touched her right thigh. It was Jim's huge prick! He had come up behind her. Tammy shrank from the contact.
He said bitterly, "I don't blame you." His eyes were a dark hazel, sullen and brooding. His mouth was tight-lipped. He nodded toward the fat Master. "You should have kept on. You could have screwed him to death."
"I-I've had the egg. Three times!"
"Huh. I've had it a dozen times at least. They can't break me. I hate them-those rich old perverts!"
Tammy was attracted to him. Not physically- his monstrous prick-but he was very good-looking, built like a Greek statue, like the David she had seen in the County Art Museum ... back home. She asked, "How old" are you? How long have you been here?"
"I'm sixteen. I've been fucking around here for a year. And look what they did to me! This thing! They fucked with something under my brain, way in deep, and my dong started to grow and grow and grow!" He lifted it. It reached as high as his nipples.
Tammy stared at it, unable to really accept its' size. But there it was, only inches from her eyes. A monster. Jim let it fall. It slapped his leg heavily and swung like a pendulum. "They operated on it and put a big bone in it to keep it stiff. They took out a lot of the spongy stuff in it, too, because it soaked up all my blood when I got hot and I always passed out."
"What are they going to do to me?"
"If I told you you'd go crazy. I better not. It wouldn't change anything. I don't want to get five seconds of the egg for that. Only for something important."
"Please tell me."
"I better not." Jim glared around at the continuing orgy. The other Masters were continuing their pleasures. "Maybe the doctor'll tell you tomorrow."
Jim studied Tammy. He smiled faintly. "It could be worse. I kinda like you."
Tammy felt a glow; she liked him, too. "Doesn't anybody ever try to escape?"
"How? Steal one of the yachts some of the Masters come here on? They've always got around-the-clock guards. Steal that jet plane? How many kids know how to fly a jet?"
"Well, what's the use, then?" Tammy blinked tears down her cheeks. "I don't want to be changed into a-a freak like-"
"Me? Or Olga? Or Cathy? Or any of us? A girl killed herself last week. A boy did it last month. That's the only way out. Except if you suck up to the Masters all the time sometimes they'll make you an assistant or something, like that bitch Helen, or Lala, or Maxine ... or a couple of the guards. Those guys were here years and years ago before that ass-fucking doctor found out how to do all this transplanting and make it work."
Tammy sobbed. "I don't want to be cut all up!"
Jim took her into his arms. His enormous prick got in the way. It was awkward and embarrassing. Tammy found herself almost riding it; the thing was like a tree limb between her thighs, pressing against her crotch ... against her still wet, still throbbing, wanting cunt. Tammy pressed herself close and unconsciously tightened her thighs on the armlike cock. She pillowed her full, itchy breasts against Jim's chest. He stroked her back. "We can't even be normal ... this damned Elixir they force us to drink ... "
Tammy started moving helplessly on his prick, rubbing her open, wet slit on the noduled rigidity. Hot pleasure flooded her. She clutched herself tight to him. When the tide of ecstasy had passed, and with it some of the sexual urgency, Tammy buried her face against his shoulder and whispered, ashamed, "I'm sorry!"
"You can't help it. None of us can. The hell of it is-it feels so good all the time. I enjoyed that, too."
Tammy noticed the woman Secret Master beckoning to her. "Oh, no!"
"Go ahead. You might as well. We'll see each other again." Jim bent his head and kissed Tammy tenderly on the lips. He pulled his prick free from between her legs and walked away.
Trying to stop her sobs, Tammy walked slowly toward the woman.