Archive-name: Slaves/fl1p1.txt Archive-author: Mr. Anon Archive-title: Fantasy Land - Fantasy One - Part 1 Hi, my name is Mr Anon and I'm a dirty old man. Well, maybe not that old. Anyway, this is the first in a series of stories about my experiences in a place I call Fantasy Land. Everytime I go to Fantasy Land I end up in a different setting. I never know what to expect until I get there. But one thing is consistent, I'm always in charge and my word is law. * * * This time I find myself waking up in a huge bed. I sit up and look around at the biggest bedroom I ever saw. Then I hear a knock at the door. I say "Come in". The door opens and in runs a girl who looks just like my sister. "I have wonderful news Master!" she says. "Sylvia?" I say. "Yes Master. Oh, I see you're still a little disoriented with your trip here. I'll explain. You see, you are Master Anon and I'm your slave slut sister Mistress Sylvia and we are in your Castle which you call the Desade..." She rambles on while I look at her. She's dressed in a camisole and half slip that has slits on each side running up to the wasitband. Garters hold up her fancy white stockings and her white shoes must have at least six inch heels. She's still talking but I haven't heard much. I put my finger up to my lips to signal her to be quiet and it works. "Let me get this straight. You are my sister?" "Yes, brother." "And, you are my slave?" "Yes, Master. Like I said, everyone on the estate is either your slave or prisoner." "Prisoners?" "Yes Master. You have a dungeon full of them. You have them kidnaped so you can torture them." "Why don't I just torture the slaves?" "Oh, you do Master, see?" She pulls up her camisole and slip. At first all I see are a set of beautiful tits and a puffy hairless pussy. I've always wanted my sister and this sight is giving me a hardon to beat all. She starts walking toward me and continues "but, you prefer unwilling victims." As she grew closer I began to notice spots all over her. They turned out to be welts, scars and bruises. "You're all beat up sis! Who did this to you?" "You did Master." "Oh no, I'm so sorry Sylvia". "Don't be Anon, I loved every minute of it, really! Hey, you've got a hardon. Do you want to fuck me? Oh please, please." "Sure sis, take off your cami and slip and come sit on my cock." "Thank you Master, thank you." No sooner had she finished saying those words was she stripped on sitting on me with my cock buried to the hilt. She put her hands on top of her head and started moving up and down, fucking me so good. "Come on Anon, hurt me! Please. Slap my titties and pinch'em, bite'em, squeeze'em." I hesitated for a moment before slapping her right breast. "Thank you Master. Another please Master." I slapped her left breast and again she thanked me and asked for another, only harder this time. I grabbed a tit and started squeezing it. "Oh, thank you Master. Harder Master. Please. Squeeze it harder." I kept increasing the pressure and she kept begging for more. I was squeezing so hard that some of the fresher scars started ripping open causing blood to squirt everywhere. When she saw this she really went nuts. She started screaming and moving up and down faster and faster. "Master, may I please rub myself?" I said yes and she brought one hand down from her head to her clit and began rubbing so hard I thought she'd rub it raw. "Master, please put your finger nails in the cuts and scratch them." I let go of her tit and told her to stop fucking me. I grabbed a nipple and stretched her tit out while I scratched her with my other hand. She began crying. The pain must have been too much. I was just about to stop when she said "I'm cumming, please don't stop, I'm, I'm, ... cumminnnnnnnnng." I was so turned on that I started cumming too. She noticed and started humping me again. Finally it was over. She got off of me, wrapped her mouth around my cock and sucked the last bit of cum out of it. Then she looked up at me. The little drop of semen on her lip made her look so sexy. "Master. I'm so happy that you decided to cum inside of me. I hope I get pregnant and if I do I hope you will whip the milk out of my titties. I hope I have a little girl. I'd just love to torture our daughter for you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. And yet, I was getting into it. "May we go now Master?" "Where?" "Oh that's right. I forgot to tell you. The guards found a troop of girl scouts camping on your property." "Girl scouts?" I said with more than a note of interest. "Yes Master. I thought you'd like this news. There's about 20 girls around 6 to 14 years old and two adult females around 35. The guards brought them in to the holding area and should be finished processing them." "Process?" I asked. "Yes, we interview each one. We get her name, age, address, phone number, sexual history and so on." "What if they don't want to talk?" "We don't have that problem because we inject them with a drug first. May we go now Master?" "Well I guess so but what can we expect?" "Oh goody, let's go and I'll tell you on the way." * * * To be continued??? --