Archive-name: Tony-slaves.10 Keywords: mf teen series Tony's Sex Slaves &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Hehe ... Here it is, the FINAL part of this series. It'll feature the end of Tony's saga, and I really hope you enjoy it. And of course I'll be awaiting your feedback: tell me how you like this 10-part series, I really want to know! MAIL: anon4bc5@nyx.net Please also read the note at the end, which is real important to me. All of this is purely fiction. Any resemblance to existing persons is 100% coincidence. I want to stress this point again: nor Chrissy, nor Cynthia is my sex slave. I'm a normal man, happy with my actual girlfriend, and have no need for sex slaves (yet?) ... Once again: English is NOT my mother tongue, so excuse me for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes. A few nice people on the net have given a large amount of their time to help me with it, so it is much improved since the first draft. Thanks go to these men and women for their excellent remarks! !! 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I had been waiting such a long time, because Chris had asked me to have a few words with Cynthia before I'd join in; there were some things that needed to be discussed. Admitting this fact, I had given them about 25 minutes of private conversation before I actually crossed the street. I must admit that I was rather curious about my welcome, but all seemed very normal. The girls were sitting on the couch, sipping from a Coke. And a third glass was already awaiting me. They both smiled at me when I came in, and of course I returned this smile. I kissed them both, and then sank down on the sofa, taking my glass of Coke, and carefully looking at it. Cynthia held her hand before her eyes while she started laughing: 'Oh no ... Not again Tony, please! I know I've made a mistake back then, but I promised you I'd never do it again!' I laughed too, and then put the glass to my mouth. I emptied half of it, and then put it back on the table. 'So ... How was your week, girls?' Chrissy laughed, and pointed at her friend: 'She's got some important news for us.' Cynthia blushed, hesitated, and then started talking: 'Well, for some time, I've noticed that a boy at my school, Frank, is rather interested in me. In fact he's been running after me for over 2 years, and he really seems in love with me. I've always ignored him, as I've always detested boys ...' She blushed again, smiled a bit painfully, and then continued: '... you know why ... But since that first week of this month, you've showed me what I've always refused to believe: my nightmare with Tim has been a painfully incident which will probably never repeat itself, and you've proved that boys can be caring as well. Chrissy has told me how you treated her while you were together, and she's also told me that she's fallen in love with you, and ...' I looked at Chrissy, and saw her blush: in the ecstasy of her own story, Cynthia had talked out of turn about her friend's most intimate feelings. But I thanked her for this, because it acknowledged what I already assumed, and it also made things easier for me. I glanced at the bag I had brought with me, and then concentrated again on what Cynthia was saying: '... Well, I decided to get to know Frank. My friends had kept on telling me that he was a nice guy, and every girl's dream, but I just wasn't interested. Now I finally showed interest, and ... Well ... In those 3 weeks, it's become clear to me that he IS a nice guy. In fact he's just wonderful; he's caring, he's ... he's just perfect!' Another hesitation, and then she whispered: '... I think I love him!' I smiled at the blonde girl, and then simply said: 'Congratulations! I'm sure you deserve a nice guy, and if this boy has been waiting over 2 years for you, he can only be serious; if you really feel the same for him, I'm sure you two will be more than happy with each other!' I took another glance at my bag, and then continued: 'To be honest, I think this is just a perfect timing. We've been together for over 2 months now, and I've had lots of pleasure in educating the two of you, but lately I've noticed that I'm losing my fun in humiliating you. Moreover, I've noticed that I have some weird though strong feelings for Chrissy, and you've just acknowledged that this is mutual, which makes it even easier for me to say what I really want to say on this subject ...' I grabbed my bag, and emptied it to the floor. 3 VHS-videotapes were lying on the floor, and I think it wasn't even necessary to tell them what they contained, but nevertheless: 'This is all the material I have on you girls. There are no more copies, and if we light a fire tonight - which I suggest we do - the blackmailing will be over. What do you think?' They both looked stupefied: this certainly was a surprise! Then suddenly Chrissy rose, got over to where I was sitting, and kissed me plain on the mouth: 'I love you, Tony!' I laughed, and returned her kiss with all my heart. Yeah, I really loved this girl. She was as ugly as hell, but she was the most gorgeous creature I could possibly imagine ... Weird? No! Just love ... She took the tapes, and walked to the old stove in the left corner of the living room. She opened it, and with a big smile she dropped the 3 tapes into the fire. The blackmailing was over! Cynthia looked at us, as Chrissy had returned to the sofa where I was sitting, instead of the couch were she had been sitting next to the blonde girl. She laughed, and then said: 'Well, you certainly make things a lot easier for me, Tony. You've been a real pain in the ass for both of us, but ... Oh well, I think I might be able to forget all this; after all I also need to be grateful, cause if it hadn't been to you, I wouldn't have met Frank. And, well... I think maybe we can become real friends now!' 'Thanks, Cyn ...' I hesitated, and then added: '... I think you'd better go home now; I suppose you could make someone else happy with your presence, right?' Cynthia laughed, and then nodded. She rose, and kissed us goodbye. She told Chrissy she'd phone her next Friday, and perhaps we could arrange some meeting then as well. Yeah ... Why not? As Cynthia left us, I turned to Chrissy, and asked her the question I had to pose right now: 'And what about you? Can you ever forgive me? I've fallen in love with you despite all the things that have happened, but I doubt it will be as easy as that for you, right?' She looked me straight in the eyes, and without further hesitation she answered: 'Look, I've been thinking about this for about a month now, and believe me: I had a hard time. But I've got the same problem Cynthia had: I should be thankful, as you've saved me from becoming a pariah in society. If I had remained a lesbian, my life would never have been very happy, and now, thanks to you, I feel it'll be alright. And ... Well, I can't change the way I feel for you: I love you. Sure, you've humiliated me, and you made me do terrible things, but if you really feel as sorry as you said, I'm sure we'll be able to forget it over some time. And in the meantime, we can only enjoy ourselves, and try to build a great relationship, what do you think?' I laughed, and simply said: 'Hear, hear!' And with that I kissed her again. I pushed my lips against her, and then slowly separated them. She allowed without any hesitation, and welcomed my intruding tongue warmly. Our tongues met in her mouth, and started playing those delicious little games only loving tongues can play. Though she was totally inexperienced, she let me take control, and as I already had kissed some girls before, it wasn't too much of a problem. On the contrary, it went just great, and I felt like I was in heaven. Yes, I really loved this girl ... Finally we let go, and I got the chance to ask my second question: 'What happened between you and Paula last week, after I left?' 'Oh, no big deal. She told me she was real jealous of such a loverboy, and also tried to assure me that she never meant to show the pictures to our parents. And in fact I believe her: I don't think she'd have done it. She would've pestered us quite regularly, but that would've been it. Nevertheless we'd better keep the pictures, as that will assure us for 100% that she'll keep her mouth shut.' She kissed me again, and then continued: 'She even suggested that we could try a threesome; she really wants to feel that great cock of yours again ...' We both laughed, and she grabbed in my crotch to squeeze that 'great cock' for a moment. I shrieked at first, but then got the chance to pose my third (and last) question: 'I've got one problem with her: I hadn't used a condom last time ...' Chrissy looked me straight in the eyes, and then kissed me again: 'I'm glad you thought about that. It shows me that you're a responsible guy, Tony. But happily enough it wasn't necessary: Paula already uses "the pill" for over 3 years now. And concerning her HIV-status: she's clean. So you've taken a big risk, but it ended up quite well!' I sighed in relief. That was good news indeed! I had been worried about possible damage, but there had been nothing I could do about it. Paula had forced me to fuck her, and hadn't given me a chance to use a condom ... Chrissy noticed this, and lent over again for another long and exciting kiss. I slowly had my arms slid over her warm body, and felt her large breasts under the grey T-shirt she was wearing. Thanks to my blackmailing-rules she wasn't wearing a bra, and thus I could rub her nipples without any problem; the grey T-shirt only increased the pleasure. But of course it didn't remain that way for long. I pushed her on her side, down on the sofa. Still kissing - our mouths hadn't separated during this move - my hands now disappeared under the T-shirt, and slowly pulled it upwards, uncovering her stomach, and after a few seconds her large hills. I started rubbing them even more intensely, cupping them with my hands, paying specials attention to her stiff nipples. Finally my mouth left hers, and I slowly went downwards, kissing her neck, and down to her breasts, licking and touching every inch of her body in between. At least I reached my target, and started sucking on her right nipple. As I already said, it was very hard, and sucking it made it only harder. Meanwhile my right hand was still concentrating on her left nipple, and these combined efforts made my lover moan and groan like hell. She was definitely enjoying it! Deciding she deserved more, I moved my mouth to the other nipple, while my right hand lowered to her skirt. Slowly I pulled her skirt higher and higher, and caressed her legs upto my final target: her pussy. I felt her tense as she realized what I had in mind, and continued my sucking on her left nipple. My left hand had found the recently abandoned nipple, and kept this one alive at the same moment I reached her hairy pussy. As always I fooled around in her pubic hair before I actually went searching for her clitoris. It wasn't too hard to find, as it was just above an extremely wet spot: this girl of mine was extremely hot! Touching her clit, I felt her tense again, and I increased my efforts at her breasts while I started rubbing her little pleasure button rhythmically. I continued this for a few minutes, and then suddenly stopped. She looked up, disturbed. I laughed, and said: 'Time to take some clothes off; we can better make ourselves comfortable, right?' She nodded, and then suddenly said: 'Sure. But why don't we go upstairs: we could use my bed this time ... What do you think?' I didn't answer at all, I just rose, and walked to the stairs, almost immediately followed by Chrissy. Once we arrived at her room, we hastily undressed ourselves, and then jumped on the bed. After some hesitation about the positions to take, we decided on a 69. Soon I felt her warm mouth on my rock hard erection, and at the same time my tongue slipped over her clitoris, making her jump slightly. We both used our tongues to the best of our capabilities, till I finally felt my cum boil in my balls. I asked her to stop, as I wanted to save my climax for her hot and willing pussy. She only nodded, and we slowly changed positions. I suddenly realized that I'd be needing a condom, and jumped off the bed to get myself ready. I saw her smile, but she didn't say anything, and thus I assumed she approved it, which was indeed so; Chrissy wasn't using the pill, as lesbians girls couldn't become pregnant. But, as she promised, she'd see a doctor real soon, so that we wouldn't be needing condoms anymore. For now I covered my member with the piece of latex, and then slowly pushed my head into her opening. She'd spread her legs widely, and from my 69-experience I knew she was ready for the action. Slowly, inch by inch, her pussy ate my cock, and soon I got that wonderful surrounded feeling again. Her pussy was warm and wet, and slowly I started pumping in and out of this wonderful lovehole. I stretched my arms, and lifted my back for better access. My hips started their own rhythm, which was rather tiring this way, but nevertheless gave the best result for both of us. I pumped hard, and got furious answer from her hips, which nicely welcomed every thrust, and returned the favor everytime. Our teamwork still needed some work, but we already did pretty well ... My orgasm was rather close, and I only nearly succeeded in having her orgasm for the third time this evening before I actually lost my self-control. I felt my cock grow, and the juices searching their way out. The pumping moves continued, and I felt my cum spurting into the condom's reservoir at the same time Chrissy was calming down from her third climax. Speaking of a nicely planned highlight! ~~~~ I left the house about 40 minutes later, and returned home. Lying down on my own bed, I thought of what the future would bring. I finally had a rather willing girlfriend, and even got a sex-machine (Paula) available as well. I was also assured of a good friend (Cynthia), and altogether 3 girls that liked me. Yeah, this adventure had ended up pretty well! And just in case one of them would ever cause trouble? Oh well, I opened the drawer at my left hand, and took another look at the 3 photo's inside: 'Paula & Tony in action'. Next to the pictures: a videotape, labelled 'Paula & Tony in action', and next to that one, another tape, labelled 'Tony's Sex Slaves: the complete series' ... - - - - - - - - !!! The END !!! - - - - - - - - Author's Note: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whew! At last the end of this series. It all started as a joke; someone challenged me to write a 'rather dirty' story, stating that EVERYONE is able to write NC-stuff. Honestly, I wasn't too sure about that, but I have to admit that at least I can do it, and I'd never thought I could. Surprising, and perhaps also frightening. I dunno ... Nevertheless I really want to state that all this is PURELY FICTION. Nothing of the above adventures in these 10 parts ever happened, and I'm 99% sure they will never (reread: NEVER) happen. I'm extremely open-minded, and willing to accept that these kind of things really happen, and even willing to participate, but I doubt it'll ever happen. That's something I really wanted to repeat right here. Thank you! And then a final note to all of you who enjoyed this series: thanks for awaiting those long times it took me to wrap up another part; I really hope it was worth waiting for. Please let me know by E-Mail. Thanks to those of you who have sent me their feedback, and of course also special thanks to my 3 proofreaders, who corrected MANY errors. Thanks friends! Keep watching for more stories. Perhaps again some NC-stuff, perhaps 'normal' stuff. Who knows what my mind will produce in those dusty moments of life? Enjoy life, and till soon! :-) Major Tom - November 1994. --> MAIL: anon4bc5@nyx.net