Date: Wed, 17 Dec 2008 20:10:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Chris Walker <king.kinght@yahoo.com>
Subject: You Don't Remember

You Don't Remember
By Kurt Davis

"You are still relaxed."

"Very relaxed."

"You served Us well today, just like a good little faggot.
That's what you are."

"We enjoyed using you, your naked body, your tits, cock and
your warm hole.  I loved fucking you today.  Seeing you get
fucked like the faggot whore.  And that tongue of yours . .
.  Trash.  You're nothing but trash to be used and abused."

"You don't believe you're in a trance now but you are and in
a few minutes, I will wake you."

"You will awake remembering nothing of what happened, what
you did or what We did to you."

"You will awake sitting at your computer reading the story I
placed on the screen before you."

"And you will believe that you have always been sitting at
your computer reading.  Nothing will seem out of place.  You
will not even see Us standing around you.  Everything will
seem completely normal."

"Before waking you, I will give you a trigger phrase.  When
you hear it, you will immediately go into a trance, strip
off your clothes and get on your knees.  You will spread
your knees wide a part and arch your back so that you ass
cheeks spread open, exposing your hole.  Just like you've
always done.  Just like a good faggot."

"*#!@%^&$"

"When you hear these words, you will immediately go into a
trance, strip off your clothes and get on your knees.
Spread your knees wide a part and arch your back so that you
ass cheeks spread open, opening your hole for use by any
Master.  Any Master may use these words and you will respond
to them."

"*#!@%^&$"

"Now one, you're slowly waking up, feeling relaxed and at
ease."

"Two, you're waking up, having no memory of what you did or
what We did to you.  You will read the story on your screen,
the story of what We did to you but you will not remember
any of it.  You will read it as though it were the story of
someone else.  And you will enjoy it."

"Three, coming on up, now.  Becoming aware of the room but
you will not see Us when you awaken."

"Four, you feel completely at peace and balanced."

"And five, wide awake.  You're wide awake, sitting at your
computer reading the monitor."

Even naked and shivering from the cold, the useless faggot
crawled across the floor to his Master.  The slave's ass
cheeks are bright red after being spanked by all of Us.  We
took turns spanking his pasty ass, making it redder with
each slap.

His Master stood, stripped off His pants and socks, then sat
and leaned back in His chair.  He pulled His Legs up to His
Chest and pulled open His Crack.  The worthless slave wasted
no time kissing and licking his Master's Ass.  he deeply
French-kissed his Master's Musky Hole, darting his tongue
deep inside.

We watched and laughed.  "He'll have no memory of any of
this," said his Master.  "All of You use him, beat him, do
whatever You want with him.  Trash this fucker.  When he
wakes up, he won't remember what happened."

We put down our drinks and the straps We used to beat him
and began slipping off our clothes.

Poor fucker.  Other than his beautiful ass, soft lips, tits
and cock, he worthless.  We take care of him.  Always have.
Making sure he has a job but is paid just enough to barely
make it.  We're even thinking of promoting him.  He'll make
more money but the Committee will come up with some way to
increase his expenses as well.  Like all of Our trash, We
keep him on a short leash.  He even thinks he's in control
of his life but We've been using him for years.

I can't wait to play with those tits of his.  I love
pinching them and biting them while I fuck him missionary
style; him on his back with his feet in the air.  Tonight,
I'm going to fuck him raw, breeding him.

Grabbing the fucking trash from the floor, We pulled his
face out of his Master's ass, drag him to the middle of the
room and flipped him on his back.

I waste no time pulling his feet up in the air and examining
his manhole, dark pink, soft and warm.  I run My Finger
across it.  It's tight but not too tight.  It's been used
before.  It was My Trainer that took this fucker's
virginity.

I line the Head of My Dick with his hole and ram My Dick in.
He cries out as My Cock sears his un-lubed ass.  I love
hearing him cry as I fuck him.  Even through his tears, his
pasty dick starts to bone up.

Master L stands over his face, then lowers His Big Fat Ass
over the slaves mouth, smothering the fucker in His Stink
Ass.  The fucker's dick gets even harder and starts to
throb.  he loves it.

I ram My Dick in the fucker even harder to make him cry out
more since his cries are muffled now.  I want to cum in him
and breed his ass but I must pull out.  It is Master M's
turn to use this hole.  As I slide out of his hole, it stays
open as though waiting for the next cock that coming.  he
moans like a junkie needing his next fix.

Before fucking him, Master M spits in his hole.  He waves
for Me and two other Masters and We join Master M spitting
in this trash.  After filling his hole, Master M slides His
Dick inside and the trash moans again, happy to be filled
once more.

Master M took pictures.  We'll keep them as a keepsake.

When finished We all gathered around and pissed on him,
drowning him in our Yellow Stream.

His Master orders him to the shower to clean up.  The trash
did so and dressed.  We blindfolded him again, loaded him
into the van and drove him back to where We got him.

Sitting him in front of his computer, His Master asked Me to
bring him out of the trance.  Even though We would be
standing around him for the first few minutes We would be
invisible to him, giving Us the chance to leave without him
knowing We were there.

The Committee has agreed to give him the option to willfully
become a sex slave for Us, so I was asked to leave some
clues around him.  He still will not remember but if he is
ready to consciously become a slave, I will give him a way
to signal to Us he is ready.  He will be well taken care of,
financially, physically and emotionally.  No one will hurt
him unless it is for the pleasure of the Masters.  He will
not have to work ever again at some menial job just to make
ends meet.  No woman will ever be his boss, the fucking
bitch.  He will serve Men and he will live well but will
still serve in his place.

I put a story on his computer screen.  When he wakes he will
read it and if he is ready I will give him a way to contact
Us.  He will think that he found this story on the internet,
that he decided to clicked on a link that put the story on
his monitor.  He'll never suspect the truth.

But before bringing him out of his trance, I reach under his
shirt and give his nipples one last pinch.  "Until next
time."

"You are now fully dressed but still relaxed.  Very relaxed.
. . .

And then he awakened, sitting at his computer.  We stand
back and watch him for a while.  He's wondering now.
Wondering if We're watching him.  Wondering if this story is
true.  He's even a little scared.  We know.  We know
everything about him but he has to remember that We have
always taken care of him.  Even when We beat him, fuck him,
piss on him, we still take care of him.  He is beautiful to
us.  And he's gotten tired of struggling day after day to
survive.  He wants to let go and just be free.

We'd love to hear from "you" and feel free to make any
suggestions as to how we should use . . . our trash next
time.  king.kinght@yahoo.com.