Archive-name: Tony-Slaves.7 Keywords: mf ff teen incest mild series nc Tony's Sex Slaves &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& WARNING: This seventh part features some mild BDSM, and some incest. This is the only part in this series that will contain such, and for the general storyline I ask you to read on if you have enjoyed the previous parts, and want to know the end of the saga (which is predicted in Part 10). My apologies for including this, but it's an essential part of the storyline. All of this is purely fiction. Any resemblance to existing persons is 100% coincidence. I want to stress this point again: neither 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! !! As always, this story is Copyright (C) 1994 by Major Tom !! !! It may be spread, as long as nothing is changed. !! !! You need permission from the author to spread printed copies. !! !! All commercial rights reserved. Please contact the author. !! !! Feedback wanted and highly appreciated. !! !! Flames to /dev/null ; Just go and feed your dogs instead. !! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tony's Sex Slaves by Major Tom Part 7 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wednesday 5th ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was 1:59pm when the bell rang. I smiled as I rose from the couch and walked towards the door: my slave was on time and that was how I liked it! Chrissy was wearing a nice grey skirt, which suited her rather well; she looked better in it than in her black skirt, which she had worn in the past. Her large breasts were covered by a brown T-Shirt, which, combined with the skirt, could make you forget that this girl wasn't a natural beauty at all. But now she looked great, and for a moment I wasn't thinking of her as the fat girl from across the street, but MY girl, and that was way different; not because of the fact that I considered her as my private toy, but because I had left out the 'fat' part ... 'Right on time ... Come in ...' She smiled at me, and stepped inside. Only a few moments later we arrived at the second floor, and seated ourselves on the sofa in my room. I already had a bottle of Coke upstairs, so I gave her a glass, and filled it up. We had a few things to do here, and I wanted both of us to feel comfortable. 'So ... Tell me: how did Chemistry go?' She looked a bit embarrassed, and at that very moment I knew it had gone rather well. A few seconds later she acknowledged this: 'Well ... It seemed easy. I ... Well ... I dunno how to say this, but...' I decided to help her out, and said: 'It went well, right? And you feel bad because I helped you with it ...' 'YES!' 'But why? I told you we could become friends, and even if we'll never be REAL friends, we can help each other on several occasions. Tutoring you for Chemistry is one of these. What's the big deal?' She looked down, and then mumbled: 'I dunno ... I feel wrong about this, Tony ... I wanna hate you, but somehow it's difficult, especially if you do things like this ...' I laughed, and said: 'Well, I don't care whether you want to hate me or not; just try to do whatever I tell you, and for the rest, continue enjoying life as it was before ... Except of course, that you're my slave now ...' She looked at me, nodded her head, and: 'Tony ... Please don't call me that. I'd rather prefer you calling me your girlfriend than your slave ...' Another laugh at my side: 'Whatever you want, Chris ... But now the serious part. We can have all the rest afterwards, but now I first want to hear Cynthia's story ...' She sighed, and took another sip from her coke. And then ... Cynthia's Story ... ################### As we all know, Cynthia is one of the most gorgeous girls of the city, and even at the age of 12, many (elder) boys gave her a second look. Cynthia knew she was pretty, but she didn't care at that age. Some -not to say most- of her friends at school already cared about their looks, but not Cynthia ... There was more in life than just being pretty, and she enjoyed life as only a 12-year old can. In other words: Cynthia was a happy girl, and had no worries. It all changed when her parents left for France, to enjoy some sort of second honeymoon (they'd had some marital problems), and had the girl spend the month at her uncle's. Uncle Tim was a 42-year old male, living just outside the city in a small cottage with his second wife, Falima. Aunt Falima was a 26-year old black female, coming from some Asian/African country [Chrissy wasn't too sure about this] , and it was well-known in Cynthia's family that Tim had only married Falima to have a personal slave, and to be seen with a (good looking) younger girl that did everything he wanted. Later, Cynthia heard that Tim had been forced to divorce from his first wife because he had battered her continuously. Carrie, his first wife, had taken all this for about 2 years, and then had gone to a lawyer. The divorce had been painful, and Tim had won the battle; the judge seemed convinced that 'such a nice man' would never do 'such terrible things'. Later, we also heard that the judge had been a friend of Tim's, and that our judicial system had failed once again... Anyway, we'll never know why Cynthia's parents had trusted Tim to take care of their young girl, but they did, and that was the start of Cynthia's (painful) adventure ... At first everything looked normal. The first 5 days, Uncle Tim was the best adult she'd ever met: she could do whatever she wanted, and Tim would help her with every effort. But then, on the evening of the 6th day, Cynthia wasn't able to sleep; she'd eaten too much of those delicious cookies Aunt Falima had baked, and Cyn felt real bad. She decided to go to the toilet. On her way to the bathroom, she passed Tim and Falima's bedroom. Cynthia was well-educated, and passed the room without trying to glance through the not totally closed door. And then... Suddenly she heard a scream. As it came out of her uncle's room, she stopped, and looked through the crack. She got the shock of her 12-year old life: The first thing she noticed was her aunt Falima. Falima's black body was naked, and Cynthia could see every detail. But there was more ... Falima had been tied to the bed with several ropes, and was completely unable to move. She was wearing nipple clamps, and uncle Tim was pinching her nipples as hard as he could, enjoying every scream his wife made. Tim was also naked, but his manhood wasn't visible to Cynthia, as he had his back to her. But she could see her aunt, and she could see that Falima had an enormous butt-plug, and she also noticed the blood on her aunt's pussy. At first she didn't understand why Falima was bleeding, but then she first heard and then saw a whip patting down on Falima's cunt; another cry, and another laugh. What was happening there? Cynthia was frozen by the scene she'd been looking at, and far too late she became aware of her uncle looking her straight in the eyes: he had seen her watching! Oh no ... Quickly, she ran back to her room, forgetting the pain in her stomach, forgetting everything but the way Tim had looked at her ... He didn't seem to be angry, or upset, or whatever ... Just ... Just interested! Crying about all these confusing things, she finally fell asleep. The next morning everything had returned to normal: uncle Tim being a nice guy, and aunt Falima a silent but caring female. Maybe it had only been a dream? Yeah ... Probably ... Or not? Two days later, she was to find out ... She woke up, as usual at about 9:00am, and went into the shower. When she got out, Cyn got the surprise of her young life: Tim was in the bathroom, wearing only a small black tanga, which barely covered his full erection. Cynthia yelled, and searched furiously for her nightie in order to cover her naked body from Tim's staring eyes. She got even more frantic when she discovered that the 2 pieces of clothing she had worn when she entered the bathroom had now disappeared; there was absolutely nothing except her hands and arms that she could use to cover her tits and pussy. And Tim? He only laughed, louder and louder ... Finally he stopped laughing, looked at his niece, and told her he had decided on some new house regulations: from now on nobody (excluding himself of course) was allowed to cover his (her) body in any way. As long as they were in the house, they'd be naked! Having said this, he locked Cynthia in her room for the rest of the day, only allowing her to get out for dinner. (he refused her lunch, because she'd tried to cover her nakedness when he entered her room to call her for lunch) For the next 4 days, Cynthia was a prisoner in her own room, and when Tim entered her room on Saturday night, she made no attempt at all to cover her body; she'd learned her lesson well! Tim brought his niece to his own bedroom, where Falima was awaiting them, with an extremely scared look in her eyes. Cynthia immediately knew something was going to happen with her, and seeing the way Falima looked, it wasn't going to be something pleasant! Her uncle jumped on the bed, and motioned Cynthia to take place just next to him. When she did, he snapped, and Falima immediately approached. He didn't need to say a thing; Falima pushed her niece down on the bed, and spread her legs. Cynthia was rather strictly educated, and contrary to many other girls her age, she had no idea what Tim and Falima could possible want with her lying like this, but she found out rather soon. She felt something wet, and when she opened her eyes in horror, she suddenly knew what this strange feeling was: aunt Falima was licking her virgin pussy! She wanted to jump from the bed, but Tim immediately pulled her back: 'She isn't gonna hurt you, sweetheart, you'll love it, I promise!'. Extremely confused, Cynthia obeyed; somehow she was certain all this couldn't be right, but then again Tim was a nice uncle, except for his strange behavior regarding her nakedness (which she forgave him, in her childish innocence). So there she lay, naked on the bed, with her aunt licking her young pussy, and slowly, very slowly, she began to feel a new sensation ... She could hardly describe it, but it felt fantastic! Her aunt kept on licking her for the next 30 minutes, and during that time, 12-year old Cynthia got the 3 first orgasms of her life! She was even on her way to reaching a 4th climax when she felt a wet fluid on her stomach: Tim, who had been masturbating, had shot his load on her young body. She didn't care, as she was reaching for a 4th orgasm, but Tim rudely pushed his wife away from Cynthia's cunt, and ordered his niece to go to the bathroom and clean herself up before she could go to bed again. For the next 3 days, this scenario was repeated every night, and Cynthia quickly got used to it. Of course she was extremely surprised when Tim had reorganized the party on Wednesday-night: Falima was tied to the left half of the bed, once again wearing nipple clamps and a butt-plug. Cynthia was ordered to lie down on the right half of the bed, just next to her aunt. Tim took his whip, and for a moment Cyn thought he'd use it on her young body, but Tim's attention was on his wife; he whipped her like he had never done before, and Falima's screams were horrible. It got even worse when he starting pulling the chains of her nipple clamps as well; Cyn was sure Falima's screams could be heard 50 houses away. Somehow her attention suddenly got drawn by Tim's cock, which was now rocking hard. And that was a mistake: Tim caught her glance, and suddenly stopped the whipping. He motioned Cynthia closer, and forced her to take his manhood in her mouth: 'It's like a lolly, honey, try it, come on ...'. Cynthia disliked the taste of her uncle's prick, but he had grabbed her hair, and forced her up and down on his erection, while his other hand had renewed the whiping. They went on like this for several minutes, and then Tim felt his balls boil; the sensation of his wife's screams, and his niece's efforts on his cock became too much for him. But he didn't want to shoot his load in Cynthia's mouth; he had something else in mind ... Rudely he pushed her down on the bed, and immediately jumped on top of her, forcing his rocking hard erection in her small and dry pussy. Cynthia screamed and yelled, but her uncle was way too strong. Groaning heavily, he screwed her young body, and almost certainly broke his niece's cherry, but Cynthia never noticed; every single inch of her pussy seemed to be burning, she had never felt such a pain ... About half a minute after his penetration, Tim emptied his balls in her young pussy. Right after his climax, he simply dropped himself on her, almost crushing her with his 175 pounds; she could hardly breathe. Somehow in his clouded mind, he realized that he was suffocating his niece, and rolled over to the left, releasing her. He looked down at Cynthia, who was crying in horror, and simply ordered her to go to the bathroom. He had to repeat this order three times before Cynthia realized that she was excused, and pulled herself to the bathroom ... For the remainder of the month, Cynthia's uncle seemed to return to normal; perhaps Tim had gotten scared about what he had done ... He never touched her again, and allowed her to wear her clothes again. He was caring and loving, his best-adult-ever act had returned. Although still confused and scared, Cynthia somehow succeeded in enjoying these last days, but she could never forget what he had done to her, and since then, she was unable to trust any male ... ##### 'Wow ... Must've been a hell of an experience ...' I was really shocked by the story, and had to swallow twice before I could say a word. Chrissy had told me this whole story, in a neutral tone of voice, as if she was reading a fragment from a book, and despite her not too figurative language, my fantasy easily showed me images of twelve-year-old Cynthia being abused by her uncle. Wow ... 'Didn't she tell her parents?' 'No, she never did. Tim had assured her that really nothing had happened, and also threatened her that if she'd tell her parents wild stories about her stay, they wouldn't believe her anyway ... And knowing Cynthia's parents, I think he could be right; they'd rather believe Tim than Cynthia ...' 'Jeezzz ... And has he ever touched her again?' 'No. Only 3 months after Cynthia's stay at Tim's, her uncle had beaten Falima a bit too roughly: she died ...' 'Ouch ...' 'Yep. Tim tried to make the body disappear, but he was a bit clumsy, and someone passing by the house saw him carry her dead body to his car. That man called the police, and Tim got the death penalty. He was brought to the gas chamber 4 years ago.' 'Hmm ... At least one positive thing; they could as well have let him go, or even send him to a psychiatric hospital.' Chrissy sighed, and nodded ... 'You're only the second person on earth that knows about this, Tony. Except for me and Cynthia, the others are all dead. Please keep this secret, OK?' I hesitated, and then answered: 'Sure I will. This could only ruin Cynthia's life, and if necessary I have other means to do that, so I won't tell anyone about it. Promise!' Chrissy's face darkened for a few seconds when I reminded her of the fact that I had them both under my control, but it was only for a moment. Her next question surprised me: 'Tony, I've been thinking about something all night: why did it hurt so bad with Cynthia, and why didn't I feel almost any pain?' I was stupefied; Chrissy was actually admitting that we had fucked yesterday, and that she had enjoyed it ... WOW! 'Well ... I don't know, really. Perhaps because I did it as gentle as possible?' She nodded almost immediately: 'Yes! That's exactly my conclusion; I can't think of any other explanation. I ...' She hesitated, looked down, and then continued: '... I think you did your very best for me, Tony ...' I knew there was magic in the air, that very moment, and I hesitated, unwilling to say anything that could break this moment full of emotions. Afterwards, I was very glad I didn't say anything, 'cause now I gave Chrissy the opportunity to add even more power to her confession: '... I ... I even think you've made me realize boys aren't that bad at all. I ... I feel so confused!' Hmm ... How nice! I had turned Chrissy from a lesbian girl into a heterosexual, or maybe bisexual girl. Oh well; it could only be called an improvement. Anyway, I decided I had to follow this up: 'Well ... If you want to ... We could try to make it even better than yesterday, you know?' She looked me straight in the eyes, and then, without any further hesitation, she lent back, and lifted her skirt, saying only 2 words: 'Take me ...' What else could a man want? - - - - - - Here ends Part 7. We now know what happened to Cynthia, and we also know Chrissy's confusing feelings. What will the future bring to our 3 friends? Will this love last? What's gonna happen to Cynthia? Send a mail with your answers and/or remarks to: anon4bc5@nyx.net and you'll find out soon, when I release Part 8 of this great series. All feedback appreciated !