Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2008 07:08:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: the new world part 6

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between women.  If this type of content offends you or you are
under the age of 18 do not read it.

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The New World
Part 6

I lay back in my seat; my mouth filled with the taste and scent my first
female juices. My own arousal had diminished and my mind still screamed
that this was an invasion of my very soul. I was a straight woman, who
loved the taste and feel of a hard cock. But my body had betrayed me, and
had lead me, l onto the path of slavery.

Around me, my fellow prize winners were sat in their seats, the entire
plane seemed to be filled with the scent of arousal and debasement.  A
Mistress walked along the aisle, leading and chain of passengers. What
seemed to be a family, a husband, a wife, who I could not help but admire
and want? Behind them came two younger girls, both similar in looks to
their mother and I took to be both twins and their off springs. As my
Mistress drew level with me, she indicated for me to rise and join the
group. My aching limbs protested, but lifted me from the seat and I fell
into place, behind the rearmost twin, admiring her soft rounded buttocks as
the led me once more to the rear of the plane..

We were commanded to kneel in a row of four slaves, as our Mistress passed
to the husband the discarded lingerie of his wife. Tears coursed down his
face as he was commanded to dress in the thin material and to suffer
further the humiliation. I watched as he fumbled to dress as bidden, and I
noticed stains of what I knew were semen around his mouth and down his
chin. Dressed in stockings and panties he was made to kneel once more
beside us. Mistress looked us over, as if trying to decide what her
pleasure would be. Around us the air was filled with the heavy scent of
arousal and the sounds of other slaves, being led further along their paths
of servitude.

Mistress stood before each of us and with her hands fondled our breasts in
turn, her fingers pinching each of our nipples, leaving them pinched and
aching. Leaving each of us with a sparkle in our eyes, a yearning for more
and a wetness in our secret havens. She led the sissy husband to a seat
that had been reclined into a flat surface. There she ordered him to lie
down where she secured him into placed with manacles. He lay there, his
manhood aroused and trying to burst through the thin material of its
entrapment. He silently sobbed, helpless and fearing what the next few
moments held. Mistress selected a twin and with a guiding hand lead her
over to where her father was, to stand before her sissy father laid out as
if on an alter.. An alter to the gods of servitude and debasement. Mistress
leant down to whisper commands into the twin's ear, and with out any moment
of hesitation the naked daughter realised the cock of own father from its
pantie cage. It sprang free, and she sank her mouth over it, as if sucking
on the most succulent and desirable lolly she had tasted,

As she dinned on the erection, her sister was led to a small mounting stall
at the tables head. There she was commanded to climb the stall and to sink
her wet and aroused pussy over the mouth of her father. He lay there, one
daughter dining on his cock and the other leaking the juices of her pussy
over his eager tongue.. I watched, my own state of arousal increasing and
as much as my mind tried to deny it, I so wanted to join in the scene
before me. But my mistress had other plans.

She with drew the lolly sucking daughter from the treat before her, and I
could see she had made her fathers cock reach its peak. His semen staining
her face and lips, from where she had been unable to swallow the contents
he had ejected into her warm wet pussy mouth. A small mounting stall
allowed her to climb and to straddle her father. Then with slow grace she
sank herself onto the erect member, her virginity being pieced and a small
moan escaping her lips. Once her pussy was filled with her father's cock,
her hands sought her sister and their lips met. Tenderly their hands sought
each others breasts and engorged nipples. Tenderly their lips met and
parted, and the hurricane burst over them, as the two twins hungrily sought
to explore each others virginal bodies as their own father slaved away
underneath them, all three finding new levels of debasement and servitude.

Mistress took my hand and led me to a clear space on the floor, where she
commanded me to lay down. I lay there naked and awaiting what treat I was
to be offered. Mistress brought the mother to where I lay and ordered her
to squat over my face. I could sense the wetness of the woman's arousal and
that served only to make to want to serve so much more. But as close to my
mouth as that wet haven was, it remained unlowered. I lay there, heaven
inches above me but denied.  The frustration was unbearable, but my sense
of servitude denied the ability to seek satisfaction.

"Open you mouth" was the first command I was aware of and as I obeyed I
felt a drip of wetness land onto my chin. The mother moved once more and a
second drip of golden liquid splashed onto my skin. My mind reeled as
reality sank in. This was not possible, this could not be happening as a
third drop landed into my open mouth. Then the dam burst and with it my
final sense of humiliation and resistance was shattered. A steam of wet
warm golden piss filled my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. But my
cup ranith over and I felt myself drowning as her piss soaked me and ran
down my face. But as I drank I could feel my own pussy react and the
wetness that had been a trickle returned to become its own torrent. But it
was a flow that I was not permitted to touch.

The golden torrent slowed and as it diminished to a trickle, I felt my legs
being parted and saw the pussy that had rained its piss down on me,
lift. The mothers face was lowered down between my legs and her tongue
sought my lips. Lips at the peak of their arousal and that we sucked into
her mouth, there to be nibbled and bitten.  My eyes looked up and all I
could see was the curve of the mother's buttocks. But the sight of that
second hole just made me want so much more. I could see the rounded
entrance to the anal hole, the skin that marked its entrance.

Unbidden I knew what to do, as any good whore would. With my right hand I
slowly explored the hole. My finger tip slowly teasing and circling the
entrance. I squirmed as my lips were bitten down on once more and I stifled
a scream. With one finger I entered that hole, I knew deep in my mind that
lubrication and gentleness where the norm. But the bite had aroused a sense
of abuse in me. My finger slid in deep hard and fast, tearing its way into
the mother, and inflicting a pain that made her suck harder and bite
harder. Both of us lost in our own world of debasement and servitude..

The plane flew on as the fathers served his daughters, sisters loved
sisters and a mother served herself on me. But we were not alone, the
remained of that passengers similar served to please. No longer men, just
sissies, some sucking on pussy and some one manhood.  All shedding tears as
each women served one of her own sex. Our mistresses looked on, smiling and
knowing there goals had been achieved.

At some stage after hours of servitude we had been sent back to our
slumbers with the gentle gas, and we drifted into a world of erotic
dreams. It was after what seemed such a short time that I came awake once
more. I was no longer confined within the plane and felt myself to be
standing in a bent over position. My head was restrained by what seemed to
be stocks, while both my wrists were also held in place by the same
method. My mouth was gagged by a hard rubber ball, but my eyes were left to
explore their surroundings. I was in what appeared to be a large airport
foyer. But this was like no normal terminal but rather the entrance to
Dante's Inferno. Around me were Mistresses. Each one led a slave by a
leash. Each slave was either a naked member of my own sex, or a sissy
lady. My eyes scanned the space before me, and I followed a young girl who
led her own mother by a leash as they exited the terminal for the taxi
rank. I had arrived in my New World and I knew that what ever level of
servitude awaited me, I would never be going back to the woman I had been
or the life I had known. I was content finally to know I was slave, whore
and lesbian. I had found my place in the world, in the New World

This sort of marks the end of my idea for this tale. Any ideas would be
appreciated, and as before any feed back.