Subject: Story: The Taking of Julia 02/10 (mc Mf ff Ff)
From: Nineball 
Date: Tue, Dec 9, 1997 00:44 EST
Message-id: <348CDAAA.1030@all.thanks>



The Taking of Julia.

Chapter 2/10

--- Julia Goes Shopping.

When Julia woke up, she was lying on her side on the couch. She 
thought for a moment about the most bazaar dream she had just had. 
She looked about, seeing that the young guy was gone. 'What a very 
weird dream that was.' she thought. Julia noticed that the clothes 
on the older woman were all wrinkled and stained. As Julia sat 
up she felt a strange object between her legs. And at that moment, 
it all came back to her. Julia ran to the women's bathroom. Once 
safely latched inside a stall, she lifted her skirt up. Looking 
down in terror, she saw this object that had leaped out of her 
dream. She reached down and gently pulled the object from her ass. 
Instantly the most horrid, wrenched feeling overtook her and she 
pushed it right back in. As the calm returned, Julia sat quietly 
contemplating her predicament.

The pressure on her inner walls tricked her into feeling like 
she needed to defecate. She knew the only other place she could 
put the punishment plug was in her mouth. She reached for a hank 
of toilet paper, thinking she would need to clean it up first. 
As soon as she pulled it out, though, she panicked. In the midst 
of the confusion and despair she immediately pushed the filth 
encrusted object into her mouth. Half expecting to puke, she was 
quite surprised to find that the odor and taste were not repulsive 
to her now. Impulsively, Julia began working around the egg 
shape object with her tongue, feeling its smoothness, searching 
for flecks of her own shit.

Soon convinced that it was entirely clean, Julia realized that she 
had not been able to pass anything. She pushed a little harder, 
but couldn't make it happen. 'Well, I guess I had better get my 
studying done.' she thought. It then occurred to her that she 
was not repulsed or saddened by what had just happened in the 
study lounge. She knew she was going to stay in school and be a 
normal, successful student. 'Well, almost normal.' she thought. 
Julia introspected for a moment, examining her memories, thoughts, 
and feelings. Intellectually she knew she was a different person 
now. But she couldn't identify what was different. Julia 
realized she didn't know which part of her was her and which 
part was Sir. Everything fit together seamlessly, as if she had 
grown up like this. Even referring to Him as "Sir" in her thoughts 
seem correct. Since everything seemed normal, she felt no distress 
or anger or remorse.

Julia stood up to leave. She saw that her panties were missing, as 
was her bra. 'Oh well.' As she reached for the latch on the 
door, she saw the head of the little penis in the middle of her 
view. 'I can't walk around like this in public.' Julia pulled 
the plug from her mouth, and lifting her skirt, deftly pushed it 
up her ass, shivering at the momentary melancholy. Not wanting the 
pressure on her clit, she spun the prick around to be pointing 
backwards. She squeezed the miniature balls a little, then 
massaged her still moist puss for a moment. 'I guess underwear 
would just be in the way for now.' Julia returned to her books.

Julia gathered up her books into her arm and scurried off to her 
car. As she sat down, she found that it was quite painful to sit 
with the penis pointing backwards. Shrugging, she turned it 
foreward again, and the head of it messaged her clit with each 
bump and sway of the car all the way home.

She took a long shower. Then Julia shaved her legs. Without 
stopping or hesitating, she lathered her crotch and proceeded to 
remove all of the hair between her legs, from her tailbone to 
her belly button. So that it wouldn't be in her way, Julia moved 
the plug to her mouth during this operation. Soon her pussy was as 
bald as when she was much younger. She got her hand mirror and sat 
back on the bath mat for a long look at herself this way. It 
looked wonderful and she knew Sir would be most pleased. 'Of 
course Sir will like it. He made me do it.' she thought 

She absently began stroking and playing with her now smooth parts. 
She held the mirror up and looked at her face with the obscene 
little penis hanging out of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue 
and licked the balls and that part of the shaft she could reach. 
Julia now settled into a serious masturbation session. She pinched 
and pulled at her nipples. She worked fingers in and out of her 
pussy. She prodded gently at her anus. She kept woking herself 
over for quite a while. When she realized she wasn't going to come 
she backed off the frantic pace and relaxed to soft petting of her 
parts.

Julia could feel that her bladder was full and sat on the toilet 
to pee. The moment she sat down she began to feel mutiple 
phantom stimulations at once. She could feel two very long tounges 
working over her already tender pussy. These two ghost tounges 
would start at her tailbone and stroke up across her anus and 
labia, ending with quick, pressing flicks on her clit. As one 
was hesitating at her clit, the other was working its way across 
her ass hole. Two pairs of phantom lips latched onto her breasts 
and sucked hard. These ghost lips were so large that they each 
could vacuum in an entire breast and tounges massaged her nipples. 
The smell and taste of freshly ejaculated semen filled her nose 
and mouth, coating her sinuses and mucous membranes. Her tounge, 
cheeks and gums could feel the slimy slickness of a mouth filled 
to capacity with come. 

Julia felt straps tighten around her ankles and wrists. Her legs 
were pulled apart, spreading wide, straddling the toilet. She 
lifted her hands high and wide above her head, and her arms locked 
straight as if they were being pulled up and apart by non-existant 
ropes. An imaginary cock suddenly thrust up her cunt and took up a 
furious in and out pistoning. There she was, naked, squating 
spread eagle over the john, gagged with her enforcer, getting 
raped with Sir's imaginary cock and four imaginary mouths, when 
her bladder finally began to drain. As her pee began to trickle 
into the toilet, one of the invisible tounges between her legs 
began to flick repeatedly back and forth across her fully erect 
clit, the other pushed well past her anus and wiggled vigorously 
deep in her rectum like a snake. Her body was violated and her 
mind was filled with fear and horrer as she struggled to get away, 
unable to break the invisible bonds.

Just as her bladder emptied and the urine stream stopped the ghost 
cock orgasmed inside her, throbbing, thrusting deep with jerky, 
arrythmic jabbs. Slowly the licking sensations between her legs, 
the sucking at her breasts, and the feeling of cuffs on her wrists 
and ankles faded, leaving her horny and frustrated. The mouth full 
of phantom semen stayed with her, however. Only after drinking 
nearly a quart of water did the sensation of a mouth full of 
come finally leave her. As it vanished, so did the fear and 
horror. Julia was left with new emotions, a peaceful happiness 
with her status as a possesion, a resolve to please her owner, and 
an intense desire to suck Sir's dick. Julia looked down and saw 
that she had peed all over the toilet seat and floor. She 
quickly towelled up the mess.

A new urge woke up inside telling Julia that she needed some new 
underwear. She went to her closet and picked out a tiny 
miniskirt and a tight fitting tank top. She put them on without 
any underwear. She tossed on a pair of open toe high heels and was 
at the door when she remembered to move the plug to its more 
discrete resting place. Even though the transfer lasted less 
that two seconds, the melancholy made her shake uncontrollably. 
She looked up and down at her nearly naked body in the hall 
mirror, and looking back at her was a wantonly sexy, eagerly horny 
slut, ready to fuck like a crazed weasle at a moments notice. 
Her erect nipples and dark areoles were clearly visible through 
the thin tight fitting top she had chosen. And since she wasn't 
wearing any panties, the coolness of fresh air on her moist cunt 
reminded her that with this teeny skirt, she wouldn't be bending 
over to pick up anything in public. 

Julia went down to Old Town to a lingerie shop. There were several 
others in the city, but she sought out this one for some reason. 
She went in and asked the clerk for a body stocking. The girl went 
to the back to get one, even though there seemed to be plenty of 
goods out front to select from. The clerk brought one out and 
Julia went to the fitting room to try it on. It was a one piece 
stocking that went from her toes all the way to above her 
shoulders. The neck scooped way down in the back to nearly her 
waist. It was also crotchless from her bellybutton to well past 
her tailbone. 'That's convenient.' She looked long at herself in 
the full length mirror. The nylon material caused her nipples to 
pop out. Julia twiddled with the little penis against her clit, 
bringing it to full attention. Wiggling it some more, she felt her 
knees begin to buckle. 'Maybe I had better do that at home.' She 
put on the skirt, the top, and the pumps she had brought. She left 
the fitting room thinking she would pay for the body stocking 
and wear it home.

As Julia came back out into the store, the clerk saw her. The 
clerk gave her a big knowing smile saying "Oh, yesss." She went 
immediately to the front of the shop to lock the front door. As 
Julia watched her, she realized the clerk was also wearing a 
body stocking and a mini-skirt. This combined with the friendly 
smile she offered gave Julia the most unexpected feeling. Julia 
felt as if this clerk, a complete stranger, was a close and 
trusted friend, someone she had known for years. Julia also felt 
an overwhelming urge to give her a big hug.

The clerk walked right up to Julia and wrapped her arms around 
Julia. They kissed and Julia pressed her body firmly back, 
returning the passion. Accepting her as though a lover of many 
months, Julia squeezed her back and allowed her to explore her 
body. Never before had Julia had a lesbian encounter, but this 
embrace seemed normal and healthy. She knew that was Sir's 
doing, and it made her feel complete and happy. 

Julia's hand operated outside her concious control and 
instinctivly reached up the clerk's skirt, rubbing and feeling her 
pussy. Julia was not surprised to find that her body hose were 
crotchless and that she, too, was smoothly clean shaven. At the 
very same time the clerk had reached up Julia's skirt and was 
feeling her. The contact brought a small moan from the two lovers. 
They both brought their hands to their own noses and smelled the 
other's scent on her fingers. They smiled and the two laid down on 
the carpeted floor and expanded their kissing into full body 
rubbing and petting. 

The clerk wiggled Julia's plug gently. "Oh, so you've been a bad 
girl, 'ey Sister?"

Julia blushed with embarrassment. "Well,... yes." 'Sister? She 
called me Sister?' Instead of pressing her knees together trying 
to hide, something made Julia open them wide. She pulled up the 
hem of her skirt for a better view, seemingly proud of her 
predicament. Julia wanted to share EVERYTHING with this woman. The 
more obscenely exposed was her posture, the better she felt.

"Don't worry, Honey. We all wear an enforcer for the first few 
weeks, or even months. Since none of us are as perfect as Sir 
wants, most of us end up wearing one occasionally. I've been 
forced to wear mine four different times. Some of the Sisters wear 
their enforcer all the time, although I don't know if it is by 
choice or not." She tenderly tugged and fondled the tiny penis.

"Who are you? And what did you mean by 'We all'? Who is 'we'"

"So you're that new?  That means Sir must be in town. My real name 
is Slut, but the rest of the world knows me as Erica. You can call 
me either Sister, Erica, or Slut. Erica gets my attention, 
Sister make me happy. Calling me Slut and talking dirty to me 
invariably makes me horny, wet, and hungry for a good fuck. So, 
what has Sir named you?"

"I,...I guess my name is Cunt." she said, thinking 'There I said 
it. Yes, my real name is Cunt!' Julia opened her knees even wider. 
Saying her new name out loud made her hornier than ever. She 
lifted her legs and opened her mouth in the universal posture of 
sexual availability.

Erica/Slut looked over the body Julia was offering her. "Sir 
uses Cunt to name His most beautiful possessions. You are only the 
fourth Cunt I know of. He owns dozens of women now. You will learn 
to tell us apart from those less fortunate women who haven't 
been taken yet. We are free to fuck any of the Sisters whenever we 
want, although Sir remains the center of our lives. I can't even 
imagine fucking another man. The very thought is repulsive to 
me, now. I never knew I could be so happy, Cunt."

Each time Slut said the word "Cunt", Julia would shiver. She would 
suck in a little half breath of surprise at the wave of sexual 
urging she felt.

Slut sat up to remove her blouse. She pulled her skirt off, 
revealing her nylon encased body. Her breasts were much smaller 
than Julia's and had a small gold ring in each nipple. Her muscles 
were well defined like those of a regular athlete. Julia/Cunt 
quickly peeled off her clothes and displayed her impressive 
assets. '...free to fuck any of the Sisters...' She pushed Slut to 
the floor and crawled on top of her. They resumed their passionate 
petting. Cunt felt again between Slut's legs, exploring with her 
fingers. She felt an odd row of bumps along her pussy lips. 

Slut whispered into Julia's ear "Come on, Cunt. Fuck me now, you 
Cunt. And then I'll fuck your wet cunt, ... Cunt, ... CUNT." Erica 
knew firsthand what effect this had on Julia. She took great 
delight that she was the first to see the new Sister melt when her 
possession name was repeated. "Cunt, ... Cunt, ... Cunt" she 
chanted. Now Julia's whole body lurched with each mention of the 
word.

Julia's will crumbled under the weight of uncontrollable desire. 
Following the urge, Julia decided to feel and explore her new 
lover with her tongue. Cunt/ Julia slithered down until her face 
was nestled between Slut's legs. She discovered the source of 
the bumps. Both of Slut's outer and inner labia lips were 
pierced a dozen or so times each. Each pierce had a gold bead 
attached to a shaft. The shaft went through the lip to another 
bead. The effect was that her pussy was outlined and highlighted 
by four rows of gold beads. The inner two rows of beads looked 
like they would caress and heighten the feeling of Sir's cock as 
it slid in and out of Slut's pussy. The outer rows made a 
marvelous decoration of her hairless sex.

Julia found Slut's clitoris and began kissing and sucking it. It 
was easy to find because it was pierced with a small, seamless 
golden ring set with a sparkling diamond. Sister Slut started 
bucking her hips up in response. Suddenly, Slut grunted out an 
orgasm, pulling Julia's face against her, clasping her thighs 
against Cunt's ears. She held her tight for a while and then 
relaxed her grip on Julia's head and hair.

After waiting for Slut to return to reality, Julia said "Wow, 
you got off quick. I don't know if I've ever come that fast."

"That is one of the changes He has made to us. We are all quick to 
be excited. I can be brought to orgasm with just a little ear 
nibbling. Talk nasty to one of your Sisters and she will become 
eager to screw you at a moments notice."

"These beads make your pussy so beautiful. Should I get mine 
pierced, too?"

"I can't answer that. When it is your time, you will know 
without being told. No one told you to come to my shop, did they?"

"No, I just did it. Do you ever take them off? The beads, I mean?"

"No, the beads and rings don't come off like regular ear rings. 
They're permanently attached, marking me as His property. I'd have 
to cut them to get them off. Every time I shower, shave, 
masturbate, or even pee I am reminded that He owns me totally, 
that I am His slave and I must attend to His every whim. 
Whenever I see them, feel them, or think of them I start to 
fantasize about Him fucking me with that beautiful cock of His. 
I'm so used to wearing them now, I'd feel naked without them. I 
have accepted them as a natural part of my body, like a tatoo. 
Likewise, I have accepted His ownership of me as a natural part of 
me. Lay back, Cunt. It's you turn."

Cunt settled back, lifting her knees. Sister Slut licked the 
little penis for a bit. Then she pointed it down and away from 
Julia's cunt. Slut proceeded licking and nibbling on Julia's 
tender, swollen love box. Julia had never had a woman touch her 
there before, and it was fantastic. She arched her back, and after 
barely a minute of this released a loud wail as she orgasmed, 
seemingly the best she had ever felt. It seemed to go on 
forever. When she finally come back down to earth, Slut had 
moved to beside her and they cradled each other in a loving 
embrace.

"God, that was great!" Julia said. "It usually takes me a long 
time to get there. You did that so fast. And you hardly even 
touched my clitty."

"And let me guess. It felt like the best orgasm of your whole 
life."

"Yes, it was wonderful!" Julia glowed with that freshly fucked 
contentment.

"I find that every single orgasm seems better that any I have ever 
had. I get horny so often that I find myself masturbating three or 
four times a day, even more often if things are slow around 
here. Yet I can't get off by my self. None of us can. Luckily 
the other Sisters are all horny all the time, too, so we all get 
lots of great sex. Since we all get off so easy, quickies can 
happen almost anywhere. All of the Sisters shop here, so I 
probably get screwed more than my share. Some days I lick so 
many Sisters that I cannot get rid of the smell and taste of pussy 
on my breath. It's all part of the new you Sir has given you. At 
first it seems He has taken from you. But you'll soon see that 
He has given you so much, too."

"How often do you sleep with Him?" Julia asked.

"Sleep? I don't think I've ever actually slept a whole night alone 
with him. I'm not that privleged. I have physically screwed him, 
but not for over a year now. He did leave a little deamon in my 
head, though. Every time I shave my pussy, I feel him enter me. He 
is not actually there, but it feels as just real as the very first 
time with him." Slut lay back and began to finger herself.

"Yes, I've felt him that way, too." Julia added.

Slut's voice bacame distant and wistfull, her eyes were half 
closed. "It feels so real. I can feel his fingers pinching my 
nipples and His tounge licking my neck. I can feel him orgasming 
deep inside me. I can even feel His come drooling down the crack 
of my ass. Even though I don't get to have an orgasm that way, 
He leaves me feeling so content and happy that I shave every 
morning and almost every night." Slut was now openly masturbating. 
Her knees were bent and pressed wide. She tightened her stomach 
and curled her torso forewad, lifting her head, tailbone, and feet 
off the floor. Looking in a fitting mirror, she watched herself 
intensly as she rubbed her self between the legs with both 
hands. Her tounge was stuck all the way out as if she was trying 
to lick her own pussy. If she could, Slut probably would lick 
her own pussy every chance she got.

"I want to do that some more." Julia was staring directly at 
Slut's smooth, pierced pussy, fingering herself, licking her lips. 
It occured to her that never before had she watched another 
woman masturbate. Before Sir had changed her, she probably would 
have been disgusted. But now she was attracted by it. It seemed 
only natural that this woman would spread her legs and rub her 
pussy without shyness or shame while Julia watched. "Can we go 
to your place?" she asked.

Slut laughed "No, no. I've got a business to run, Sister, and 
you must have things to do also."

Julia pouted, but Slut was right. Julia had more errands to run, 
and a ton of homework to get done. Her mood suddenly lifted at a 
new thought. 'Umm yess, dozens of horny Sisters I can fuck any 
time I like! Three others named Cunt. I wonder what other names 
Sir has used.'

Julia got dressed to leave. She offered to pay for the body hose.

Slut refused. "Sisters don't pay for thing here. One of my tasks 
for Sir is to keep you well stocked with sexy clothes and 
sleepwear for His pleasure. In fact, you should pick out a few 
other things, while you're here. And check out the back room. 
You'll know from within if Sir wants you to wear any of that 
stuff."

"But if Sisters don't pay for their purchases, how do you make any 
money?"

"Sir sends me lots of paying customers. By now you know that He 
can make anybody do anything He wants. He uses many women for 
his pleasure, but only a few are good enough to be turned into a 
Sister. The rest are left with certain 'changes.' Those that he 
finds to be entertaining and have no economic value to Him are 
usually turned into lusty nymphomaniacs who shave their pussies, 
crave anal sex, and (lucky for me) like to buy and wear lots of 
sexy loungerie. So my base of steady customers keeps growing."

"If He uses a woman who is married or going steady, He changes her 
so she just cannot seem to get enough sex from her boyfriend or 
husband. She will beg him to fuck her over and over, every 
single night, offering him her mouth, her ass, her pussy, and 
any other part of her body he wants to use any way he wants. 
Although the married women are made to be desparatly horny all the 
time, he usually molds them into loyal, exlusive posessions who 
are deeply in love with their husbands. If an unmarried girl has a 
steady boyfriend and he cannot satisfy her hyperactive sexual 
appitite, she will begin looking for men or women who can."

"If a girl does not have a steady, He will make her eagerly 
screw like a rabbit on the first date and always go out with every 
guy or girl that asks. These delightful girls usually become 
very popular. Word gets around that they are a very easy lay and 
that they are wildly fun to fuck because they will do anything 
they are told and they take great joy in everything they do. 
They end up screwing eight or nine different guys every week, 
sometimes two or three at a time. Sometimes a frat house or the 
lesbian community will get ahold of these girls and they will pass 
them around and around, using them as casually entertaining toys."

"Economic value?" Julia questioned. "And what about those that 
He does not find to be 'entertaining'?"

"Well, the large majority of the girls He captures end up being 
used to support His wealth. Some of them He turns into high dollar 
call girls. He owns small, expensive prostitution rings in large 
cities, both here and overseas. His clients know that the girls 
they rent will happily do anything and everything the customer 
wants and can be trusted to be completely discrete. Some large 
corporations lease these girls as perks for their top managers. 
One transportation company puts a girl on each of its ships to 
be shared freely by the crew while at sea."

"Others are sold into international slavery. Again, those He sells 
have quite a reputation. They fetch top prices from rich men and 
women around the world because Sir makes them become totally 
dedicated to the pleasures and delights of whoever buys them. He 
sometimes takes special orders for clients who want a certain type 
of girl or boy. I even heard that He got millions from some 
South American drug lord who wanted to marry a certain sexy 
movie star. Sir wrapped her up pretty and delivered her in person, 
turning her into the customer's adoring, obedient, and 
unquenchably horny wife."

"So as you see, it is best to do whatever He wants, dress 
however He likes, and be anything He wants, or you could wind up 
wasting the rest of your youth working in a whore house in 
Soweto spending long hours on your back with your legs in the 
air humping back vigorously for total strangers who line up to 
slap you around while they fuck both of your holes for a few 
coins; falling deeply in love with every single customer, but only 
if he fucks your ass, slaps your face, and calls you rude names; 
licking your own shit off of twenty or thirty cocks a day; 
spending all your money on drugs; with no passport home, no 
orgasms, no days off, no self respect, no idea even who you are 
anymore; hating your life, but so completely addicted to the 
sodomy and the drugs that you don't have any will power left to 
change it or end it. That very thing and worse has happened to 
more than one girl."

Julia saw her point. She looked around, selecting a robe, 
several aerobics outfits, and some sexy, lacy teddies. She 
became curious as to what was in the back room. She stepped 
through a curtained doorway into a treasure trove of sexual 
paraphanalia. The walls were lined with kinky sex toys. One wall 
held dildos and similar devices of every shape and description. 
Another wall displayed various handcuffs and other bondage gear. 
Several racks held a wide collection of vinyl and leather fetish 
clothes. Julia had never seen most of this kind of stuff before. 
She had only heard about it. She felt neither the urge nor the 
curiosity to experiment with any of it, so she left.

On the way out Slut gave Julia five more sets of body hose and a 
set of video tapes. "You will need more than one pair. Wearing 
them every day, they tend to wear out rather fast. You'll be back. 
The tapes demonstrate some exercises He wants you to do every day. 
What is your dress size, Cunt?" 

"Twelve."

Slut winked, making a note of the response. "Make plans to be at 
home all night this Friday. See you soon, Love."

They french kissed one more time. Julia unlocked the door on her 
way out. Several customers were patiently waiting, but none of 
them struck Julia as being a 'Sister'.

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