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Night Prowler

Chapter 2a Beginning Anew

An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler


  Chapter 2a: Beginning Anew

I startled to. I'd drifted right off. I must have been mentally
exhausted to fall asleep like that.

I quickly scanned the TV. The girls were still out. I estimated it
would be a few more hours before they began to awaken. I switched
to the outside security cameras and began to pan around with each.
It was bright and sunny. It was 12:48 pm. And everything was
quiet.

I made coffee and headed back down, drawn like a magnet to the
girls. I closed the doors behind me and opened each cell door to
reveal a sleeping beauty as I'd left them.

The central room has a toilet and a clawfoot bath tub. I sat and
relieved myself before drawing a nice warm bath. I could barely
hear rustlings. It would not be long.

I got out and dried off before putting on my uniform. I'm not a
Nazi mind you. The garb is for the extreme psychological effects
that I desired. Fear you see, is their friend. Fear will keep them
in pretty good shape. If any of them were to become bold, or
brazen, a severe example would be made of her.

I had tried the uniform on several times previously, entertaining
myself with my own reflections in the mirrors. This time I felt a
new consciousness as I dressed. I feel the part in completeness.
Looking at myself in the mirror I know that I am up to the role.

I decided to assemble the troops. I brought them into the central
area one by one. The movements and the cold cement floor evidently
helped to awaken them. They were still only semi-conscious in a
drug induced hangover. I decided it was time to put a ball gag in
each girls mouth. I adore these things. I have several of all
shapes and sizes. Selecting red ones, the type with drool holes in
them I inserted and buckled each one tight.

The redhead was first out of the fog. She was almost immediately
aware of the strange device which filled her mouth. I gave her a
few minutes, admiring the sight of her struggle and realization
that things were different. She tried to speak, but the gag
allowed little more than her efforts. I helped her up, stringing a
rope through an eye in her collar. She went limp before I could
pull the rope taught. "I am going too fast," I thought to myself,
"they will be weak for awhile."

The entertainment room has mirrors just about everywhere I could
put one. There is a bed, toilet, tub and my chair. I have a couple
of coffee tables and an ottoman for special occasions. I suppose
this qualifies, so I uncuffed her after retrieving some belts.

She did not put up much of a struggle, I folded each arm, placing
a belt around it so that she could not straighten it. I did the
same on her legs, folding each leg back and then tightly belting
it. I then laid her face down on the coffee table. Her movements
are almost entirely restricted. I did the same for the others,
lining their asses and cunts up in a row, each on a table top.

I took my crop and began to flail the redhead. Large whelps arose
on her creamy ass. She struggled in vain, unable to move. The
other two became more aware of their bounds and the sound of the
crop finding home. I began to swat each, pausing every so often
both to allow them time to absorb the whipping and for
anticipation of the next pop to set in. I could tell that they
were horrified. They could not have any clues as to where they
are, how they got here or what was happening to them and why.

There was no need in overdoing things physically at the moment.
They were filled with a natural fear of the unknown. Still, I
admired my handiwork. The whelps were just right, serious but
non-scarring.

I walked around to the side where each head extended over the side
of the coffee table. I clacked my heels with each step, staying
in step with the role. Each hooded head moved about attempting to
detect any answer sounds might reveal.

"Good morning sluts. I am your new fuhrer. That is, you are each a
possession of mine, to do with what I please. And please me you
shall. I have devoted a great amount of time and energy in
bringing us all together. Your situations are hopeless, I left no
clues. I stalked you. I abducted you. I have committed the perfect
crime and each of you is my reward. When you are good, when you
bring me delight you will be rewarded well. When you fail to bring
me delight you will suffer the consequences, which indirectly
bring me delight. I am a hard man, I won't lie to you. I am a fair
man though; I am good to my word. There is no escape. Period. Any
attempts will draw the ultimate penalty. This will become clear to
you at a later time. For the immediate future you will feel the
sting of pain. I must show you each personally the downside before
I can allow you to entertain thoughts of the upside. You have no
rights here. You are all simply objects for my amusement. Are
there any questions?"

The blonde struggled, raising her hooded head and attempting to
speak. The gag resisted her attempts. I could sense that the other
two were about to do the same.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I laid three hard ones down across her buttocks. I might have
overdone it. It looks as if she passed out from the pain. I do not
enjoy inflicting pain such as this in reality. I prefer nominal
pain as an inducement. However, getting things off on the right
foot would indeed limit future sufferings for all I concluded.
Still, it hurt me, she is quite a babe. I'm sorry that it was her.
Her held drooped limply as bright red whelps appeared.

"Did I just not explain your situation?" I directed at the other
two. "I just told you. To question is not a luxury that you
possess. Yours is only to do as told. Yours is only to please me."

They both shivered with fear. Enough said.

I unbelted the redhead. Her whelps were still visible. Attaching a
leash I lifted her by the neck and began to walk her around. She
was not sure what to do with her arms. She started to the hood
several times, halting each time as I tugged on the leash.

After I was satisfied that she could stand I took her to one of
the hanging ropes. I secured it through an eye on her collar and
took the slack out, before cuffing her arms, wrist to elbow,
behind her back.

"Do you like being my toy?" I asked in passing as I cuffed her.
She shook her head. I reached down and fingered her pussy. It was
of course wet and her lips were swollen. "Your pussy answers
differently," I whispered.

I'm not sure why, but being in a sub position, even in pain,
stimulates the female form. I used this to my psychological
advantage.

"Does your pussy enjoy this?"

She nodded slowly. How could she possibly deny it? But in
answering she took the first step towards her realization of
things to come.

I began to finger fuck her so that she was completely aware of the
wet state of her pus. She tensed.  She shook. She was humiliated.
Her own body had demonstrated that denial was useless and that she
held little control. Point well taken.

I grabbed the T-shirt and roughly ripped it off of her. That was
the purpose in putting them on. To rip them off viciously. The
tearing material and loss of balance that left her hanging by her
collar removed any doubts what was what. Ten lashes with the crop
solidified her surrender. I see before me a redhead who appears
more than willing to please. Her nipples are hard. They too offer
a different story.

Blondie was coming around. I unbelted her and walked her around
before securing her on another rope and giving her the same
treatment. She must have been listening because she agreed that
she enjoyed being a toy. She learned quickly. The lesson would be
reinforced as time progressed and soon she would not only say what
I expected to hear; she would believe in what she said.

The brunette I decided to play around with. I just know that she
will surrender without physical abuse. I walked her around before
leading her back to my chair. I instructed her to place her hands
on the top of her head and uncovered her eyes. I took my knife and
slid it under the shirt through the neckline. I moved it downward,
slowly slicing open the shirt. Her tits are gorgeous. The nipples
erect. With the other hand I reached down to her crotch. It is
steamy. Just listening to the others had her excited.

Her eyes were still adjusting to the light. She gazed upon me gaze
upon her.

"I want you to help me out," I said, taking her in tow to the
sink. Underneath were three enema bottles. I laid all three out,
taking one and putting some Ivory soap in it. I showed her about
how much and then how to get the water hot, but not too hot, and
fill the bottle. Then a vigorous shake and we're ready. She
followed as I went back to my chair and hung the bottle. I pointed
to several places to hang such devices from throughout the room.

I told her that she was to give the others what I gave to her. I
had her backup so that I could reach her while sitting. I lubed my
middle finger and wormed it up her ass. I fucked her pretty
vigorously with it as I told her this is a very important part.

Finally I slid in the tube and began to pump. These are custom
bottles a kink shop sold. They have balloons that can be pumped
up, keeping the device in place. It's more like two balloons
actually. One inflates inside and one outside. The middle portion
inflates to about an inch in diameter, holding the ass open, yet
closed. The outer and inner balloons hold it firmly in place. How
cool! I've used them several times to determine how they feel and
how much soap and water to use. Got damn, talk about invasive! An
anal intrusion deluxe! And a very humbling experience I guarantee.

She stood motionless as I pumped. I tugged at the hose so that she
could understand how it all worked. Her anus pulled outward with
each tug. The hose was set.

I turned her and motioned for her to go down on all fours before
me. She obliged. A look of surrender in her eyes. She is indeed as
subservient as I suspected. I held the sides of her head and
looked into her eyes. I tried to ooze the feeling that it was
alright. I believe I was successful in the returned gaze. I
unclasped the bottle and the hot soapy water began to flow. Her
eyes rolled back a bit as her colon was violated.

I put my right boot before her. I guess the uniform answered a
whole bunch of questions for her. Without a word she lowered her
head and began to lick the toe of my black, highly polished boot.
Gazing across to a mirror I watched as her ass lifted. The enema
tube protruded in a very erotic way. Goddamn! What a babe!

I gave her about twenty minutes of boot licking detail before I
had her stand. I cuffed her arms short, wrist to elbow and I
undressed. I lead her to the toilet and I ushered her down.

"Very nice. You have the right ideas to succeed here my dear. You
follow your conscience and you'll do well. I'm about to release
the balloons. I want you to clench your ass when it comes out. You
will go only when I tell you to go. You shit, piss, eat only when
I tell you to shit, eat or piss. Do you understand?" I asked as I
held her chin up.

She nodded. I removed the ball gag first. Then I released the
pressure on the enema head. It popped out, along with several
squirts of soapy water. She was trying; I cut her some slack.

"This is what I want you to do with each of them. You will get me
off orally, as they both will get you off, before I think about
allowing you to relieve yourself."

Her asshole was still pulsing. The intruder had held it open
before and she was dying to expel the soapy water that cramped her
stomach so.

She regained some control before I eased up to her, pulling her
head back by the hair and sticking my cock into her mouth. She
quivered.

"Easy, easy. I'm going to fuck your mouth. All you need to do is
to use your lips and tongue to stimulate me. Then you can go."

She eased up somewhat as I drilled her. I wasn't sure that she had
ever given head before, so I took it slowly. She obliged me, even
if pretty much unprofessional about it.

I neared climax quickly. I held both sides of her head, shallow
stroking her until the time was near. I plunged deep, unloading
back down her throat.

"That's very good. I will fuck your mouth pretty frequently. Just
relax and use your mouth and each time will go by quickly. I
pulled out to about half mast and we looked deeply into each
others eyes. A match borne in the heavens.

"Lick my balls," I said as I withdrew. My shaved balls offered no
tickling hairs to her. She licked slowly, still maintaining eye
contact.

"Go back and lick my asshole," I instructed. She slowly eased
back, her tongue probing unknown waters. I put a leg up on the
toilet bowl to facilitate her.

"Lick it!" I exclaimed once her tongue had found home. She began
to lick. My balls tingled and my dick went limp. I enjoyed the
probing tongue for awhile. She had much to learn. Once learned she
would be a most excellent subject however.

I eased away, while pulling her hair. Her head went back.

"Open your mouth."

She opened and I began to piss in it. She instinctively swallowed
several times.

"Don't swallow. Just hold it," I said with sincerity.

She stopped. I watched her mouth fill and begin to run over.

"This is a golden shower, you'll get lot's of these also. And in a
few minutes you will give them. Just relax and hold what you
have."

Her tits became erect from the warm overflow. I reached out and
pinched her right nipple.

"This is new for you. Your carnal desires are illustrated in
functions that you have no control over like your hardened nipples
now or your creamy pussy before. You agree don't you?"

She shook her head in agreement the best she could. Piss poured
out with each movement.

"Ok, great! Swallow..."

She gulped down the stenchy yellow piss, the first of the day
stenchy.

I put my hand to the side of her head and gazed again. This look I
could never tire of.

"Your friends are in trouble. They need your help in finding their
way. Lead them, you know what's right, show them the way."

She nodded, or her head bobbed, who knows.

"Ok, you can go."

She sat in disbelief. I know from experience how badly the soapy
water seeks release. She has never been forced like this before
obviously. I placed my limp cock between her lips and within an
instant it was hard again. I gave her about half as I tilted her
head until our eyes met again.

"It's ok, this is going to happen a lot too during our basic
training."

She closed her eyes and unclenched her anal muscles. The flow
spewed in a most unladylike fashion. The stench permeated the
room. I put my thumbs on her eyelids and opened them. I looked
reassuringly into her eyes. Everything is alright.

She wanted to close them again to achieve some degree of humility.
She knows I want them open though, even though eye contact is
painful. I enjoy a side mirror shot of my head job with delight.

I withdraw, so's I won't get sore prematurely, and sit back and
watch as Christy finishes expelling the water. I'd already decided
that her new name would be Christy. She reminds me of a foxy chick
I'd known years before. She would have to earn the name first
however. Until then she is simply 'slut.'

continued...

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