Kenneth Dylan: Orgy Afternoon

"I have obviously disturbed you while you were sleeping," the woman on the phone said, "but it is most necessary that I speak with you. I will stop in and see you in about an hour. Carol and Fred have told me where to locate the key for the gates, so you won't be at all disturbed."

"Okay," Carol said, with the amiability of those not yet awake. She cradled the telephone, scratched her pubis and then snapped into a wide-awake state. She woke Bruce immediately. "That woman called us," she said excitedly. "The woman that finds slaves for people."

Bruce sat up and stared at her. He was smiling but he was not at all awake. She lit a cigarette for him and put it into his mouth. Then she sat down on the side of the big bed and began explaining things to him.

He got out of bed and she took a shower with him. They lingered for a time in the shower because he got hard in her hand so she let him slide it up into her and they pranced around under the water and she squirmed and he began thrusting, then he was coming in her and she could feel the warmth of his leaking juices sliding down her legs. When he finally pulled himself out of her, she left the shower long enough to use the bidet and then she finished her shower.

She fixed a quick breakfast for them and they ate hurriedly. Linda made certain that they were dressed nicely and looked like a very handsome young couple who would be good to young slaves. When she went to answer the front doorbell, Linda was a bit surprised to learn that she was trembling. She glanced at Bruce, gave him a goon girl grin and then went off to the door.

A tall, handsome blonde woman, perhaps forty, was standing on the front porch. A small new car sat in the driveway behind her. The woman was very nicely dressed, well groomed and smiling as she stared at Linda, expecting to be invited into Linda and Bruce's house.

"How do you do?" the woman said. "I am Miss Letitia."

"Oh, yes," Linda said, a bit dazedly. "Do come in."

She supposed that she was a bit shocked because the handsome woman agent looked more like a schoolteacher than a flesh peddler. It turned out that Miss Letitia had been a teacher, but, as she explained to them a bit later, she had given it up for more lucrative pursuits.

Linda led the woman into the living room and she shook hands with Bruce and then she sat down on the couch, her legs crossed and nestled demurely against the front of the couch.

Linda offered coffee and the woman smiled and accepted. She lit a cigarette that she took from a pack that she fished out of an enormous purse.

"I am so pleased to meet you two," Miss Letitia said with a smile that made her seem in her twenties. "I think that I will be able to provide a very wonderful surprise for you. That is why I came so promptly. You see, I have two young people who need a home and, because they are exceptionally handsome, I wanted you two to have a chance to consider them."

"That's nice," Bruce said idiotically. Linda smiled at him and went off to fetch the coffee things. They talked for a time and the woman explained that she was especially anxious to find them just what they were looking for because Fred and Carol and some other members of the group had recommended them so very highly.

"It seems so callous," Linda said uncomfortably. "I mean, the business of buying human beings for the purposes that we have in mind."

Miss Letitia smiled and she took a sip from her coffee cup and a puff from her cigarette and then she sat back and she sighed.

"Everyone says that," she said. "But look at it another way. If someone didn't take an interest in these young people they would wind up in jail or juvenile halls and that would be the end of them. Remember, these kids are experimenting with sex anyway, most of them have run away from home so that they can have drugs or sex without stinting themselves and if no one becomes interested in them, they become creatures of the alleys, forced into prostitution in order to survive.

"The people that I deal with collect such young people, they are examined to make sure that they are free of disease, and then, if they so choose, they are offered for sale to those who wish to keep such young people. We never get complaints because they know that if they fail to please their owners, they are turned out onto the street again and that is the end of them. It works out fine most of the time, believe me."

Bruce was sitting on the edge of his chair, listening to the woman and he had a big, pleased smile on his face. "What are we expected to do?" he asked.

Miss Letitia sipped her coffee again. She moved her long legs and Linda was strangely affected. The woman's legs were decidedly alluring, she thought.

"You furnish the young people with a good home. In a way, you adopt them and become responsible for their well-being. You clothe them and house them and raise them as best you can. If they wish to go to college, you are expected to provide the funds for that. Usually, the young people are so well trained in the business of pleasing and delighting their sponsors and that sort of thing inspires gratitude and generosity from their owners. The master-slave state is preserved because there is something decidedly exciting about such an arrangement."

Linda was a little breathless as she asked, "And you think that you have found someone for us?"

The woman nodded. She smiled at Bruce, then she turned her head slightly to smile at Linda.

"Yes," she said. "I have two young people available for placement in a good home right now. Because they are such handsome young people I wanted you to have a chance at the, first."

Linda was just too excited to say anything for a time. Her mouth felt dry and hot and she was glad that Bruce was able to deal with the woman.

"Suppose you tell us a bit about the young people you have in mind for us," he suggested politely.

The woman nodded. "Of course," she said.

She reached down into her capacious bag and brought out two folders. They were the sort of leather-covered folders that made photo albums. Miss Letitia placed the two leatherbound albums on the coffee table and beckoned to Bruce and Linda to come close. They did, kneeling beside the table so that they could see the pictures that were in the album.

The woman opened one folder and the beautiful face of a very lovely brunette girl stared at them. The pictures were all in color and they could see that the girl's eyes were a soft, almost liquid brown, the lips glistening with bright red lipstick. The mouth was appealing and cute and the girl was lovely beyond belief.

Linda was amazed. "Why, she's beautiful," she said softly, almost protesting.

"Yes, she is," Miss Letitia said. "And she is a very nice young person. That's why I thought of you people first. This is Nancy. She is thirteen and a runaway from a home in the East. Her father was a drunk and her mother was a girl who simply ran off with a man that she liked. Nancy is not a nympho, but she loves sex and all of its pleasures. She ran away and wound up out here. When some of the youngsters told her about the sex slave life, she came to us and was processed. I know that that sounds awful, but she was bathed and examined by a doctor and when it was found that she was suffering from malnutrition she was fed and treated accordingly. Today she is healthy and happy and eager to begin a new life in a nice home."

There were many pictures showing the young girl's exceptionally shapely body. There were pictures of her in a pink satin bikini that would never hold together in water. The tiny bra showed off the twin cones of the girl's lovely chest to good advantage and the bikini panty showed her sexual cleft quite effectively.

"We do not have any nude photos," Miss Letitia said. "We have found that our customers like to discover the intimate parts of their slaves for themselves. Too, all of our females, even those who would not ordinarily do so, are encouraged to let their pubic hair grow out. If their new owners decide to remove it, that is their privilege, and many of them enjoy doing that for their young people. Usually, slaves, both male and female, are shaved and kept in that state by promises or threats from their owners.