New Order of the Ages Ch. 08

"Oh, relax, it's Halloween, baby! Everything will be just fine," Tanya reassured Rachel with a kiss, her hands wandering all over her body as she watched the slave girl walk nervously into the city-sponsored Halloween Gala in an outfit for the first time since her enslavement and subjection to the Mandatory Slave Nudity Ordinance, "Halloween is a statutory exception to the law, I promise you. You'll make one hell of a lovely Highland girl in your kilt and everything, just keep your mask on, lassie."

"It's supposed to be somewhat anonymous and risque, which is part of why the city has been pushing STD tests and freely distributing the new Defensor pill. I took the liberty of getting yours as well as mine, since you're my slave. Don't forget, after you've been scanned, you're free to walk around without a collar until curfew, so don't forget to kick back and have fun, okay?"

"Yes, Mistress, thank you very much!" Rachel replied, kissing her owner with more than a little appreciation for her kindness, just as they approached the security personnel, who apparently were allowed "party breaks" during the festival to experience a little of it themselves.

"This one yours, ma'am?" a guard asked Tanya, admiring her own "steampunk" outfit, complete with corset.

"Hell, yeah, she's mine. You may collect her collar for the duration, until curfew, of course," Tanya winked at the guard, a rather sassy looking Cuban guy with a bit of stubble on him.

"She's abiding by Article Three, Section D, right? No underwear?" the guard inquired of Tanya.

"Certainly, sir. I made sure that she's going commando myself. After all, got to have easy access to the holes, don't we? I hope to see her well-fucked by the end of the night. Then again, I'm not wearing panties, either, I promise you that," Tanya assured the guard with a wink under her mask, turning it up just enough to let him compared identification before putting it back in place.

"Well, everything is in order, assuming that she has a clean bill of health and a Defensor pill," the guard grinned.

"But, of course!" Tanya produced documentation showing that Rachel was disease-free and administered the Defensor pill to her slave and herself on the spot, knowing that the pill took effect within fifteen minutes and lasted roughly two days.

"Very well, then. I love the Defensor. It's the next wave of protection, renders condoms totally obsolete and is far better than any other anti-infection medicine. A guy can go bareback in a girl or another guy as much as he wants and neither of them need fear infection at all anymore," the guard said, "By the way, my name's Octavio, in case you're interested later."

"Tanya and this is Rachel, as you can see, and who knows? Depends on my mood ... and hers. For once, Rachel has a say in her sex life again, if only for the night. It will be interesting to see what she does with it," Tanya snickered as Octavio finished scanning Rachel and also marked her hand with an old-fashioned yellow marker to show that she was properly admitted.

Tanya also got a mark on her hand, but not a scan, of course, as she kissed Rachel on the lips and they both parted ways to seek out their partners for the night. Tanya knew that Dan was already there somewhere, as were his slaves, herself being delayed because she had taken special care and time to dress and prepare Rachel herself. It was an act of loving, nurturing, and caring in her eyes, and she could tell that Rachel was impressed by her selflessness, of course. It wasn't just about dressing her slave. It was about making her feel very special and loved and that she achieved in spades.

Meanwhile, Dan was engaged already in an act with a mystery lady who was rather intriguing in her own way, from her Little Red Riding Hood outfit to her equally crimson mask to her red panties and red bra, something that indicated that she was no slave. She didn't have a slave tattoo or bar code, either, but what she had was a very bushy twat with red pubic hair and delightful freckles on her bottom. She also had a very strong urge to take his cock balls deep inside her and push back at him with considerable enthusiasm. Her hips moved with her growing lust, as she took him deep, wet, and hot inside her cunt without much foreplay and she whimpered on every thrust of his dick into her pussy. She made it quite well known that she was addicted to his cock, at least from the way that she behaved there, in one of the designated rooms.

"God, I'm so fucking glad for Defensor! There's nothing like getting fucked by a total stranger, especially one dressed as Batman, no less! Fuck me good and hard, Batman! Make yours, at least for the night! Bareback is best!" the woman pleaded with Dan, "Knock me up! Make me carry your seed!"

Those eight words doomed any chance of Dan holding back, of course, as he naturally loved to impregnate women, even if all of the women until now had been women that he knew, such as Tanya, his slaves, her slave Rachel, Dale's slaves (including Mom), Melanie, Lacey, Sandra, Nancy, or Francesca ... and Andrea, of course. He exploded in Little Red Riding Hood's hairy cunt, making his hot jizz fill her up, even as the potency pill kept him from going too soft. Damn, it felt great to fuck as much as he liked, and he got the impression, judging from the ginger's smile, that she wanted a lot more of what he had to offer.

"Ready for round two whenever you wish, Batman! I don't know if we'll get to do this again next year, but I hope so. Either way, I'm going to milk you for all that I can take, stud!" the redhead swore as she pushed him onto his back and started riding him, "Hey, they don't call me 'Little Red Riding Hood' for nothing, right?"

For Dan, it was just the beginning of a night full of rather intense sex, in virtually every position possible, where the strange, hooded ginger took him on for the hell of it. She also sucked him repeatedly to help keep him as hard as possible, not wishing to miss out on milking him to the max. Dan knew next to nothing about her and she the same about him, except that she was no slave, of course. They continued the sex for what seemed like an eternity of frantic fucking, enough to really drive each other wild as they enjoyed the sweaty romp. Interestingly, though, the woman kept making sure to get his load in only one hole: her pussy.

"Good God, woman, you have a talent for draining my balls, refilling them, and draining them all over again, and all for your cunt ... You are really trying to get pregnant, aren't you?" Dan reacted after they had been going at it for two and a half hours.

"Told you ... I want it bareback and I want to have your baby, Batman!" Little Red Riding Hood told him with a wicked smile as she took it deep from the back again, "Plenty of time for anal should we meet again and I'm already knocked up! This is going to be lovely, having a child conceived with you on Halloween! The best part is the mystery, finding out who you are and tracking you down, if I can. Talk about your challenges!"

As for Dale, well, he had his own mystery woman, whom he gathered was Asian in some way, given her skin tone and her eyes ... what little of them showed through the mask. She deliberately wore an outfit out of Eyes Wide Shut, which both amused and aroused him in a way, just as he had a Deadpool costume on himself. She really seemed to get off on the fantasy of being screwed by Deadpool, in fact, even though she knew that it was just a mask and costume, of course. She was also a free woman and she had a particular fondness for suckig his cock and she several times stated that "sucking superhero dick just keeps me turned on all night long."

"What is it about Deadpool that makes it such a fantasy?" Dale asked her directly while she sucked him off yet again.

"The idea of a scarred, physically or emotionally, guy, who still manages to be there for a girl and save the day, God, that's hot!" the lady informed him, right before taking him back as deep into her mouth and throat as she could manage.

"Well, honey, that's not just Deadpool, that's me in real life, too, but I doubt that we'll have a chance to do more than discuss it a little between rolls in the hay," Dale winked at the Eyes Wide Shut girl as she slurped yet again on his dick.

Tanya, in the meantime, found herself quickly involved in screwing the hell out of a stranger who wore a Bill Clinton mask, much to her amusement. She didn't know who the fake Clinton was, but it was fascinating to get it on with the man, given his choice of costume. He looked to be about sixty, but she didn't mind that at all, as he had plenty of energy and stamina for one of his age, and when they weren't busy fucking, the man made a point of eating her pussy and licking up his own mess. They also did a little pillow talk, though not too much.

"I'm a state senator, believe it or not. I won't say which one, at least not yet. I have to admit that you have given me a lot better sex than my wife has, though the distance in our marriage might be a factor there as well. She's old money, but I'm getting to the point that I don't really care much for her at all, money or not. She's a bit tough to deal with anymore, hence my taking full advantage of the chance to explore opportunities like this one. Incidentally, I think that you're a goddess among women. I've never known a woman quite like you. I worship the ground that you walk on, babe," the elderly stranger confessed, making Tanya squirm as he fingered her butt, much to her excitement.

"Now, now be careful talking smooth like that, because I might start believing you and taking it too seriously, honey. I'm a married woman, you know, just as you're a married man. We can do things like this, but don't expect me to leave my husband for you. He's the best guy on the planet, if you ask me, though his twin brother is close. We've got a great relationship, a wonderful marriage, he and I. It's not very conventional, but a lot of that garbage has been thankfully tossed aside, of course," Tanya managed to say as she fought back her climax from having the old man probe her booty with his digits, "Oh, God ... don't stop!"

For Kerry's part, she found herself in the arms of another woman, and this girl wasn't shy about how she treated the slave. A barely legal sort in a majorette outfit that was probably the Real McCoy, with just an upper face mask to cover her, she didn't give Kerry any relief from the almost constant rimming that she did to her. From what Kerry could gather, when not in a haze of nearly continuous bliss, she was a freshman in a local college and had indeed been in a marching band as a majorette while still in high school. Kerry had trouble thinking straight as the intriguingly anonymous ex-majorette devoured her ass repeatedly, as if determined to drive her out of her mind with lust.

"You're a slave, aren't you? Such a yummy slave, too, you know. I could lick this ass all night long, babe! I would love to meet you again, even if all we did was bend you over so that my mouth could enjoy your bottom again! I wonder how your Master or Mistress can tear his or her lips and tongue away from your butt! I wouldn't be able to for very long at all. I would quit college and register as a slave for the chance to do this regularly for the rest of my life! Sorry. I just have this incredible fetish for rimming, sweetie. Being rimmed is nice, too, but rimming another woman is the best thrill of all!" the young woman declared as she continued to tongue Kerry's crack underneath her nun's habit.

"Well, I could definitely get used to this, but if you wanted to get to do it for life, you'd have to talk to my Master and see if he'd let you sign up with him. I have the funny feeling that he wouldn't mind at all and he would put you to very good use, eating lots of ass much of the time in the future," Kerry offered, making the other girl sigh with anticipation and desire.

"Really? Because I don't want this to end! I really don't!" the ex-majorette pleaded with Kerry.

"Then I'll talk to him about taking on another slave, of course, not that he'd mind too much, I think," Kerry said while trying not to moan too loudly with her orgasm as the stranger licked her even more eagerly than before.

Rachel, for her part, had been quickly seduced by a man with the Phantom of the Opera outfit, who made a point of lifting her kilt and rubbing her buns before sliding into her twat and giving her the best fuck that he could manage. She certainly had no complaints about this stranger, who didn't cease to fondle her bottom as they got it on several times, much to her delight. The attention to that part of her body frankly excited her, even if she had suffered a bit of late due to its rough use. Truth be told, anal trauma aside, Rachel knew that her butt was one of her better features and she loved the idea of men and women desiring it, even if she hoped to never again experience the kind of brutal ass rape that she suffered at Brandy's hands.

"You're a natural butt slut, aren't you? Any chance of getting to probe the backdoor, babe?" the stranger asked her out of the blue.

"Not tonight, sir, but I would love it to happen someday soon. I just need to have Mistress clear me for anal use. Until she does, much as I love the idea in principle, I cannot give up the booty, sir. Thank you for the offer, though. Perhaps we should exchange numbers, keep in contact, so Mistress can give you permission when she's ready. I was brutally sodomized not that long ago, though there was some pleasure with the pain. It's just ... I love it, but I fear it. I hope that my next anal encounter is more pleasure than pain, though some pain isn't bad at all," Rachel assured him, "In the meantime, please keep using my pussy good and hard, sir."

As for the others, they had no trouble finding partners as well, including a Lauren dressed as the Baroness from G.I. Joe, who took delight in recognizing Jason, Melanie's slave, and luring him into one of the private rooms for sex. She hadn't gotten around to Jason just yet, but now she would and ... God, she knew that she would love it! Just because Jason was dressed as the Lone Ranger didn't mean that she failed to notice the birthmark on his toned ass. It was only a question of when he would discover that he had been intimate with Lauren, who found him absolutely delicious. Lauren wore colored contacts to keep others from recognizing her, of course, as her natural soft brown eyes were now covered by baby blue.

"Damn, woman, how is it that you're so damn good in bed?" Jason grunted as he kept thrusting into Lauren's sweet snatch, which prompted a giggle.

"You're not so bad yourself, Jason," Lauren slipped out, not meaning to, of course.

"Woah ... how did you know me? You're not someone that I've fucked before, are you? Come clean here. Yes, I'm Jason Martinez, born Jason Edward Stratton, Jr., legally classified as Slave JES-567. Who are you ... besides being a slave, I can see from the tan line left by your collar, miss. Who the hell are you? One of Melanie's friends' slaves?" Jason confronted Lauren as he took her missionary-style, her legs now on his shoulders, so he could look into her eyes.

"Slave LED-069, at your service, lover! I'm Lauren Elizabeth Domenico, though my Italian blood is rather diluted, even on my father's side. I'm Celia's cousin as well as sister slave to Daniel Orsini. I know that they were planning for us to fuck each other eventually. We just hadn't gotten around to it yet. Well, now we have, baby!" Lauren said as she removed her colored contacts and showed her brown eyes to Jason.

"Well, those eyes of yours, your real ones, are a lot prettier than your others. Nothing against blue eyes, but there is a certain softness to your natural eyes, an expression that doesn't show in your fake ones," Jason admitted as he plundered her and brought her closer to release.

"Thank you, Jason! Yours are nice and playful, if you ask me," Lauren told him in turn as she worked her hips to get him as far inside her as she could imagine.

The pair continued their fucking for nearly an hour before Melanie found them together, having just finished pleasuring a woman with her tongue. She had wanted to warm herself up that way and it had worked. Watching Jason with Lauren really turned her on, as she proved by spreading Jason's cheeks to rim him while he screwed his fellow slave. He just about came as his owner did that to him, of course, and it certainly gave him the chills to know that she wanted to do that to him while he screwed another woman. He only held back as he wanted to make sure that Lauren came first. Thankfully, she didn't take long to release as she noticed what Melanie did to her partner.

"Now, cum inside that lovely Baroness and let me suck her juices off your dick, baby! You might be the Lone Ranger right now, but you won't be alone tonight at all. Lacey and I have a surprise for you when you get home, honey! By the way, I know what I said before, but the more I think of it, if you had offered me a threesome with Lacey and I knew her well enough, even without being a slave, I would have agreed to a menage a trois with her. She's just too delightful and I would able to tell that she only wanted to enjoy us both, not steal you from me," Melanie told her slave as he came inside Lauren and she started to suck him clean.

"Do I have to stop servicing him, Mistress Melanie?" Lauren asked aloud, to which Melanie laughed.

"That's you, isn't it, Lauren? And no, you don't ... why don't you join me and taste yourself on his dick!" Melanie encouraged Lauren, who quickly got to her knees and got busy licking Jason clean, "I've been meaning to get with Dan and Dale about Jason pleasuring more of their slaves, but now he's done you already, as well as Brandy, Kerry, and Celia. Not to mention Dan's gorgeous wife Tanya and her slave Rachel. I look forward to him fucking Emma, Sarai, and Rosario as well. I know that he has done it with Irene and Kathy, too, but not with Izzy and Carly, let alone Larry."

"Your Jason here is a real stud for sure. I'm glad that you use him that way. Does he really go to parties and fuck all of your friends? That must be very hot to watch!" Lauren asked her with curiosity.

"Oh, yes, he does. Actually, the more I think of it, the more I just know that while my knee-jerk reaction to the idea of an open marriage would still have been, 'hell, no, papi, ' I would have come around to it, because the seed would be planted in my head and I would have had the fantasy growing in such a way that it couldn't be stopped until I acted on it. Even so, knowing that I can't ever lose him makes the anxiety and insecurity vanish just like that. I was so afraid at times of losing him, especially right before his submission, that it wasn't even funny.

"I can't bear even the thought of losing my Jason. He is so special and so sweet to me, even enduring that jealousy test, which would have been hypocritical if I hadn't planned to share him afterward. I don't know what he must have thought of me for doing that," Melanie answered between licks.

"I figured that you were testing me, enjoying your new power, demonstrating your new authority, and planning to reward me in some way if I did what I was told, and I was right. I trusted you. I knew that there was a risk of double standards, sure, and that was part of the overall risk that one took by becoming a slave, including a lot worse thing than that, Mistress. I trusted you not to do that to me and I was right. My faith in you was tested and so were you by me showing you that trust, that confidence.

"I was right about you and you proved that to me afterward by letting me join in once I did what you commanded me. I also had faith in Lacey not to be quiet if you had mistreated me, in the unlikely event that you did so. I trusted both of you, because trust of those in authority is vital to one who submits to that authority. Otherwise, it won't work. I knew you both very well and trusted you, even if I didn't quite realize just how natural of a Domme you were. It was fascinating, sexy, and delicious, just how dominant you proved to be, Mistress," Jason assured Melanie, reminding her once again that her slave was no fool and that he really had taken a brave step in trusting her with control of his entire life.