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Some thoughts before the story begins: Have you ever wondered what’s the life story of inanimate objects after they leave the factory floor? What would they say if only they could talk?
Copyright © 2006 Janeraped, All rights reserved.
Under the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted. Re-posting, redistribution, inclusion in another work in whole or in part, or any other use of it, is strictly prohibited.
Other disclaimers: This is just fantasy & fiction. Any resemblance to any individual is purely coincidental. There’s always some violence in my stories, and sometimes un-PC views. If you can't stomach that, do leave now.
Slim, sleek and smooth. A great body of work. He looked at himself in the mirror with a satisfied smile. The T-effect was just great. It showed him off well. He wondered what his pals are doing now. It’s been 3 months since they said goodbye to each other and parted ways.
“Well, what the heck, my buddy, the salt-and-pepper dude who’s always comparing himself with me, has gone away. But I’ve seen quite a bit of action since then. Yes, lots of hot action. In fact, I was often in the thick of it all,” Jerry-boy boasted to himself, happy as a lark, just as a blob of Guerlain Shalimar luxury body cream fell on him- accidentally squirted by his Mistress. “Oops!”, Mistress said, with a smile and wiped it off Jerry-boy. She’s hot, with such cute dimples in just the right places. She and Jerry-boy look great together. Jerry-boy knew that he was going to see some action tonight, going by Mistresses’ cheerful humming of her favourite tunes. She was in a good mood today…
Jackie was a pretty little thing. Jerry-boy and his friends used to eye her 3 months ago. Although Jackie was somewhat above Jerry-boy and his friends’ social class, they nevertheless still harboured hopes of getting to know Jackie and her friends.
Jackie was a hot redhead with undulating, soft waves on the side, which she tied up with black ribbons high enough to let the red waves fall in a graceful flow. Jackie and her friends thought Jerry-boy was hot, but while her friends were a little snotty, Jackie didn’t mind where Jerry-boy came from. “Hah, from the wrong side of the tracks”, sniffed Jackie’s best friend with disdain. She was a silky brunette, proud of her beauty and her French family name.
The side where Jerry-boy and his friends lived was divided literally by, a track, where all day long, various goods were transported; ready to be shipped out all over the world. Jerry-boy’s side of the tracks saw cheerful young workers, laughing as they went about their work, chattering in their native language, a sweet lilting sing-song cadence which sounded beautiful to the ears, but was one which Jerry-boy didn’t understand at all. That’s because Jerry-boy and his friends were British, while the workers were Thai.
For you see, it was a secret that only those in the industry are privy to. A somewhat hush, hush secret, which is common to those in the know, but definitely not for the general public. Why, even those in other industries have similar secrets, all kept hidden from the unsuspecting public. 20 years ago, an investigative TV program by the BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation) tried to unearth these secrets to the British public. It caused a bit of a ruckus which one of the industry giants then tried to explain away.
But today, some 20 years later, it has mostly been forgotten. And all because of the way slick advertising men have spun their tales of luxury and privilege. They would have you think that you’re special. But in reality, most of today’s consumer goods are all made in one huge factory, with slight variations, according to who the factory’s customer and clients are. Of course luxury items have more ingredients and special flourishes, but their basic structures are all made in the very same factory as those that are bound for discount stores.
2 different worlds, but coming from one
seed…
And so it was with Jerry-boy and his friends, and hot Jackie and her snotty, silk friends. 3 months ago, Jerry-boy and his friends spent the beginnings of their life in the outskirts of Bangkok, Thailand. They were then swiftly packed and bound for various places in London, Sydney, Singapore and various American cities- all in English-speaking countries. They were quality brands of American, British and Australian T-back thongs for women, all made by one of the largest underwear factories in the world, a market that has just about been captured by Thailand, and started by a clever Thai-Chinese entrepreneur who has now ventured even to places like Brazil and Mexico to start similar factories.
There were only slight variations between Jerry-boy, his friends and their immediate neighbours- mainly a label here and there, embossed brand names on the side and viola, they were charged different prices, according to whether they were bound for discount stores or more upmarket departmental stores, which Jerry-boy found himself in.
Meanwhile, Jackie and her friends came from another world. Over at the other side of the factory, over the conveyor tracks that separated them, the thongs were slightly different- lace and silk flourishes here and there, pure silk ribbons, net cut-outs. Jackie and her friends all spoke French, for they had been designated to an expensive French brand, whose name I cannot divulge here. But some of Jackie’s neighbours were almost exactly like her. But they were bound for the street markets and hip stalls in the numerous malls in Bangkok, costing a fraction of the price that Jackie and her friends would command. Some of Jackie’s neighbours too, looked exactly like Jerry-boy and his friends. But because they were French, they cost more.
Oh dear, it was the same thing (but a different industry) some 20 years ago when the BBC investigative TV program tried to penetrate the cosmetics world about the real manufacturers behind all the luxury and drugstore brands. Back then, the bigwigs of the cosmetic world fretted, jumped in, and brought out their spin-doctors to stop the debate. Today, consumers don’t seem to give a damn anymore. But let’s get back to Jerry-boy…
So Jerry-boy found himself in Singapore, and a very interesting life with his Mistress. His was a 2-pack deal of quality T-back thongs. His buddy, the salt-and-pepper dude, was still new in the box when Jerry-boy’s Mistress gave it to one of her friends to match a new grey bra that she had just bought.
Mistress had tried this brand of thongs before and she loved it, and so this is the second pack for Mistress. Jerry-boy was Mistresses’ favourite underwear colour, black. The first pack Mistress bought had been a special edition for Singapore’s National Day: it was in the colours of the Singapore flag, red and white. Mistress wanted the National Day box as a souvenir and possibly to sell the unique box on ebay too, but since Mistress has never cared for white panties, she gave that away.
And now he found himself reflected in the mirror. Mistress was looking back at the mirror, having rubbed the expensive Guerlain Shalimar cream on her round butt cheeks. She was now peering back at the mirror, admiring herself, patting her cheeks. Jerry-boy smiled too- admiring his T-back panel that was sitting flush against Mistresses’ 2 little dimples on her lower back and just on top and to the sides of the T-back panel.
It was a special night for Mistress, for she was preparing to welcome her Master who will be back after a business trip to the US. And how Jerry-boy remembered the last few sessions! Mistresses has a Master-Slave relationship with Master X, a relationship so different from any other Mistress has ever had before. For some reason, Mistress had always worn Jerry-boy when she met her Master. Perhaps it’s because Master X likes black, but no, that can’t quite be the reason because Mistresses also has some other black thongs as well- satin ones which have soft undulating curves that flutter up her thighs. Perhaps, thought Jerry-boy, she likes the sleek way I hold her butt in, even though I’m but a small piece of spandex, smiled Jerry-boy, admiring himself yet again.
Last night Mistress had sat on a stool in the bathroom, and used depilatory cream on her soft pubic hair. There wasn’t much hair and what was there had already been subjected to a few sessions of depilatory cream, so it was more like a downy soft cover. Nevertheless, Mistress wanted it off.
Mistress hates the smell of the depilatory cream because no matter how far the pharmaceutical industry has come today, they still cannot seem to make a hair-removing cream that doesn’t smell like sulphur, and of course we all know that sulphur smells like rotten eggs.
One of Master X’s first instructions just before he met Mistress was to always be bare for him. No pubes at all. Master X did not mind whether Mistress shaved, waxed or creamed it away, so long as not one strand of hair is left. After a few bouts of shaving, Mistress decided to use depilatory cream, and found that it was really more effective. The only setback was the smell. And since Mistress always tries to cream the hair off as close to the time she meets her Master X as possible, she would always rub fragrant aromatherapy oil on her bare pussy after a hair-removing session.
Jerry-boy still remembered the very first time when Mistress met Master X. She was very nervous and had on a thin multi-coloured sarong, which her best friend had bought for her from the US. Master X was very nice and genial, when they were talking before the session had started. They talked about hard and soft limits, safe words and what were, and were not acceptable.
“Are you nervous?” Master X asked Jerry-boy’s Mistress. “Yes, a little.” Mistress replied. It wasn’t quite the truth because actually, she was a bundle of nerves. Master X was hot, but it was his commanding presence, all 1.8m of it, a hard body in his Ralph Lauren shirt, that really turned Mistress on.
“Come here.” Master X commanded, pulling Mistress over as he sat on Mistresses’ bed, and had Mistress stand in front of him, her breasts right in his face. Master X rubbed his hands over Mistresses’ butt, smoothing it over Jerry-boy’s T-back. Mistress sucked in her breath, and Master X smiled knowingly. Mistresses’ thin, gauze sarong was still around her body, covering her, but underneath she wore no bra- only Jerry-boy was on her.
Master X himself, was fully dressed, and now he moved his hands over to her front and sensuously felt Mistress up, moving over her breasts, and then suddenly pulled Mistresses’ sarong off, leaving her bare with only Jerry-boy to cover her. Master X immediately moved his left hand over to Mistresses’ right nipple, which by now had hardened to a knob. While his right hand was on Mistresses’ left bud cheek, Master X used his left index finger and thumb, pinched Mistresses’ right nipple and lifted her whole breast up. “Hmm.”, was all Master X said, making Mistress even more nervous.
Suddenly Master X ordered Mistress, “Undo my belt.” Mistress immediately knew what she was expected to do, and she was more than willing, for there was nothing that she loves better than giving blow jobs and especially to deep-throat the men she likes. So Mistress went down on her knees and started to undo Master X’s belt. She could already feel him- he was hard and upright, and Mistress was getting really turned on, but being nervous, she fumbled with the belt.
“What? You can’t even do this? What kind of a slave are you? You can’t even undo a belt. Forget it for now, because I have other plans for you.” Master X said sternly. Mistress was really nervous now, and she wanted to make it up to Master X, so she slid up Master X’s body and nuzzled his neck. He was still seated on her bed, and Mistress partially knelt with one knee between Master X’s legs, with her other foot on the floor.
Suddenly, Mistress gasped. Master X had gotten a bunch of Mistresses’ shoulder-length hair by its roots and pulled Mistresses’ face away from his neck, holding it a few inches from his face. “Don’t you EVER do that again, without my permission!” threatened Master X.
“Oh my goodness….”, thought Mistress to herself. “His commands, his voice…” Mistresses’ knees went soft, buckled and a shot of Mistresses’ juice creamed out of her throbbing pussy, soaking Jerry-boy. “Ah ha,” smiled Jerry-boy. “The real action is beginning.” At that moment, Mistress was so turned on by Master X’s demeanour, his commands, his voice, his presence, just everything about him, that if Master X weren’t holding on to Mistresses’ locks with on hand, while grabbing her cunt with the other, Mistress would have swooned down to the floor. That was the impact that Master X had on Jerry-boy’s Mistress and Jerry-boy felt every bit of it as her pussy throbbed and pushed its way against the spandex.
Later on, it got even better. Master X made Mistress get on her knees on the floor, chest pushed down and butt as high as possible. It was his first time inspecting Mistresses’ by-then, trembling pussy, and Master X knew it. Jerry-boy felt his spandex body pushed aside as Master X parted Mistresses’ exposed labia folds, an act that so thrilled Mistress that she moaned, and creamed out yet more juice over Master X’s fingers and Jerry-boy’s spandex body.
Master X then used a rattan cane, which Mistress had provided, and swirled it gently against Mistresses’ vaginal entrance, coating it with her juices. He brought the tip of the cane around to the front of Mistresses’ face, “Look at this, what a slut you are. I haven’t even got my trousers off, and you’re already so wet. Go on, lick your own juice.”, commanded Master X.
Mistress swooned yet again, at the word that she so loved hearing from Master X- slut. My slut and slave. She quickly obeyed her Master. “Turn round now. I’ll undo my belt for you, but the next time, if you still can’t undo the belt, you’re going to get it on your butt and pussy. Now, take off everything”
So, ended the first meeting of Mistress and Master X, as Mistress quickly took Jerry-boy off and tossed him aside, then eagerly turned around and knelt down in the classic slave position, her eyes downcast, and waited for Master X to remove his belt. Jerry-boy couldn’t see any further action from then on, (oh but he heard the sounds, alright) because Mistress was so enthusiastic when she took him off her throbbing cunt that he was tossed right out of the room and into the corridor…
Meanwhile just a few miles away, miraculously Jackie, who only 3 months ago, was eyeing Jerry-boy over the factory floor in Thailand, was now sitting pretty on her mistresses’ shaved pussy. Jackie was a luxurious red silk thong with black silk ribbons that tied high up on her Mistresses’ hips. She looked more like a high cut panty, with beautiful waves of silk falling at the sides, than a tight thong, and right now, Mistress was getting ready to go out with her friends to one of the newest joints in town, the Ministry of Sound. Jackie actually wasn’t so keen on that. She much prefers it when Mistress wears her and goes immediately to her boyfriend’s home, for then she will see a lot of action- sometimes Mistresses’ boyfriend loves to eat out Mistress while Jackie is still on her. That turns Jackie on alot. But….a night out clubbing? Yeach. For it’s often the case that Jackie’s Mistress will get sweaty and when that happens her juices will mix with her sweat and it wouldn’t be a pleasant time for Jackie. Oh well, that’s the life of thongs…
A few hours later, all was not well for Jackie. In fact she was very upset. For no longer was she on her Mistress, and yet she wasn’t on her Mistresses’ bedroom floor either, nor was she at Mistresses’ boyfriend’s place. Jackie was instead stuffed in John’s pocket, for she had become a prize, a souvenir for a person who she thought was her Mistresses’ friend, and who had earlier persuaded her Mistress to leave the club with him. Was it the drinks Mistress had, or was it the quarrel she had with her boyfriend earlier in the night?
Whatever it was, John, her so-called “friend” brought her to a ‘by-the-hour’ hotel and there he tried to persuade her Mistress to undress and “get on with it.” When Mistress refused, he stripped her, but left Jackie on, because he took a liking to the beautiful material on a helpless female.
Jackie’s Mistress was by then too weak, probably by the excessive drink, to fight back as John the athlete roped her dress round her wrists and tied it round the bed rest. “Bitch and tease!”, he yelled at her Mistress, squeezing both her Mistresses’ breasts till she cried out in pain and tried to double over, bringing her legs instinctively up to her chest, since she could not move her hands to cup her sore breasts. John immediately grabbed her thighs, just below her knees, and winched them apart, and in the process, tearing Jackie’s silk body slightly. “You’re going to get it anyway, so you might as well enjoy it, you cockteaser.” He pushed Jackie’s silken body aside, and cruelly grabbed the sides of Jackie’s Mistresses’ labia lips, pulling them apart, then dug three fingers into her cunt, making Jackie’s Mistress scream out in pain, distressing Jackie even more.
“I’ll show you what a cockteaser deserves, you bitch.”, John said, as he began humping Jackie’s Mistresses’ distressed cunt. At one stage he even untied her hands, moved her body into a groove at a corner of the bed that was just next to the wall. He pushed Jackie’s Mistresses’ upper body into the groove, which measured some 6 inches, so it allowed a person to be wedged in. There, he lifted Jackie’s Mistresses’ body to almost a vertical angle, whipped Jackie off her Mistresses’ abused cunt, straddled her body, and with one hand holding onto her thighs and the other grabbing and squeezing her left tit meat, he raped her helpless cunt.
Later on in the night, just before Jackie’s Mistress fell asleep, exhausted by the rape, she vaguely heard John say, “I’m taking your fragrant panties as a souvenir. Might as well get something out of it. You can stay here as long as you like for I’ve paid for the room till the morning. But you know what? You’re not even worth the cost of a cheap motel room.” With a final flourish, he picked up Jackie, stuffed her into his pocket, reached over to Jackie’s Mistress and cruelly gave her nipples and cunt a final twist, before walking out of the room and slamming the door.
Jerry-boy’s Mistress meanwhile, had put on her robe, and went to prepare some drinks just before her Master arrives. She hadn’t seen him since he went on his business trip to the US. She was really looking forward to seeing him again, and just the thought of him brought a fresh load of juice right onto Jerry-boy’s spandex.
“Woo hoo! More action today.” Jerry-boy was in his element today, having been freshly laundered by his Mistress. He recalled another session that his Mistress had with Master X before he went on his trip. This time he was in fact not on his Mistress at all, but luckily he was by the bedside table with a vantage view, observing Master X belting his Mistress on her butt and cunt. Mistress had been careless earlier in the day and like a bimbo, had forgotten something which Master wanted her to do. So it was time for the belt. Jerry-boy was glad that he wasn’t on Mistress when it was done. This time Master X had ordered Mistress to strip completely and lie face down on the bed with her legs spread open and butt in the air. From the sounds of Mistresses’ moans and sighs, Jerry-boy figured Mistress liked it a hell of alot.
Later on, when Mistress was straddling Master X’s cock and he was lying down, he grabbed both of Mistresses’ tits and held onto them, occasionally flicking her nipples and making her cry out in pain and pleasure.
But it was that Conversation that made Jerry-boy perk up his ears. For Master X and his Mistress were discussing anal sex. Mistress wanted to give Master X the gift of anal sex, for Mistress had never done it before, and wanted Master X to be the first to take her ass. It was to be the next meeting, and the next meeting is….today!
Jerry-boy was all ready with anticipation. He wondered if he would be whipped off and cast aside again, or would Master X roughly push the spandex thong aside while impaling Mistresses’ virgin ass? He hoped that should Mistress be fully naked, he would be at another vantage point to watch the goings-on and not cast aside, away from the action.
“Hello Slave Jane. How’s my slut doing?” Master X looked stern as he walked into the room. “Master, I miss you.” Jerry-boy’s Mistress whispered as she lowered her eyes to the floor, kneeling in the slave position, her legs spread apart and Jerry-boy cutting into her clit and cunt.
She had put on what Master X had instructed earlier, which was Jerry-boy and a thin black lace bra that also started its life at the same place Jerry-boy was born. Over both of them, Mistress wore a Japanese schoolgirl uniform, bought from one of the fetish shops that now dotted sunny Singapore. It was of course not the real thing, for the real thing was thick. This was made thin, specially done so that it will tear easily.
Jerry-boy listened in anticipation, wondering which will cum off first, when he felt Mistress being hauled up to her feet and the tearing sounds of her blouse. Next her cotton skirt was ripped off, exposing Jerry-boy and the lace bra which Master X immediately tore off, but only the lace portion, leaving the underwire cups holding up Mistresses’ engorged tits.
Jerry-boy looked up with excitement at her twin peaks, standing up proudly as Master X pushed the remnants of her white “school” blouse down her arms and tied that behind her. He now used both his hands and pulled Mistresses’ nipples hard, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs, eliciting a loud moan from Mistress.
Jerry-boy was loving it all the way as Master X led Mistress by her nipples to her bed, pushed her down on her back and spread her legs. Mistress had by now totally soaked Jerry-boy with her juice. Then as Jerry-boy turned back to look, Master X reached for a small penknife, and as agreed with Mistress earlier, swiftly but carefully slit the middle of her panties, and with both hands, ripped apart the rest of Jerry-boy, exposing his slave’s wet and throbbing cunt, and tossing Jerry-boy, or what was left of him, into the laundry basket by the door.
Mistress moaned in ecstasy as Master X
impaled his slave and slut’s cunt first, while keeping her virgin ass for the
second round. As Jerry-boy fell into the
laundry basket and the life leaked out of this spandex thong, the last thing he
heard was the squelching sound of sex.
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