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Archive-title: Somno-Aussie Sex (part 1)





     "Captain's Log, stardate 9302.08.  After cashing in the winning

Lotto ticket, entitling me to three million dollars a year for the next

thirty years, I am travelling to Australia to fulfill a fantasy of mine.

I gave one million of the first three to FX so he can live in style.  My

current plans include finding a wealthy heiress and making her my Sugar

Mama as well as slave.



     "My power continues to grow.  I can put women to sleep and give them

suggestions which are obeyed without question when they awake.  I plan

to..."



     "Would you like another drink, sir?"  asked Lori, the first class

stewardess.  She was a long-haired blonde with huge tits and a pretty

face, very pretty as a matter of fact.  Chris stopped the mini-cassette

recorder.



     "Uh, no thank you, Miss."



     "Well, just try to get some sleep then.  It is four hours before we

land in Sydney."



     "I will, Miss.  You try to too."  Lori smiled at Chris' remark as

she had been taught in Smile School, when all other expressions had been

brainwashed out of her.  She walked back to her seat.  Her job this

flight was easy.  Chris and another women were the only first class

passengers.



     The other woman was obviously well off.  She wore an expensive

'power suit' and her fingers were ringed, heavily.  She was in her

mid-30s and was attractive, though not gorgeous like Lori.  She had long

brown hair, currently pinned up.  Her position was read mode.



     Lori sat back in her stewardess seat.  Her passengers were happy and

now she could get a little reading of her own done.  She buried herself

in Danielle Steel's latest.  She dimmed the first class lights, leaving

only her reading lamp on.



     After only a few seconds, Lori yawned.  She was incredibly tired for

some odd reason.  No, she thought, I really...shouldn't...fall...



     Within moments, Lori and the executive snoozed.  Their

expressions were calm, they were at peace.  Their minds were in neutral.

Several suggestions flowed into their minds.  They nodded in approval.



     Lori opened her eyes and looked at herself.  She had the wrong

uniform on!  And she had no idea how to get it off!  It was tight and

confining.  Her real uniform was under it.  All she had to do was find

someone who could figure out how this wrong uniform came off.



     Lori stood up.  She could hardly breathe.  The wrong uniform was

definitely going to have to go now!  She walked up to Chris.



     "Excuse me, sir."



     "Yes?"



     "Could you help me?  I have the wrong uniform on and I was hoping

you could help me get it off."



     "No problem."



     "Thanks."



     The executive, who was named Catherine, walked over to Chris and

Lori.



     "Stewardess?"



     "Yes, ma'am?"



     "It says on my ticket I am in that seat there and this is the 'Loose

Clothing Row'.  Could you explain that?"



     "Uh, yes, ma'am."  Lori's sense of duty to her passengers outweighed

her discomfort at the moment.  "You can't have any clothing fastened

except underwear in this row."



     "Thank you."



     Catherine reached down to her jacket.  She unbuttoned the single

button and reached up to the top of her blouse.



     "Now, could you help me, sir?"

     "Sure, your jacket unfastens by these two buttons here."



     "OK."  Lori unbuttoned her uniform jacket and laid it on the seat

behind Chris.



     "Next, your skirt had a snap there and a zipper there."



     "I hope you're right."  Lori did as she was told and was rewarded

by her skirt becoming loose and able to be removed.  She wore nude

stockings and a black garter belt with matching panties.  She set the

skirt on the jacket.



     Catherine had finished with her blouse, revealing her D cups

confined in a red teddy.  She moved to her sleeves.



     "Now the blouse, Lori.  You start at the top and keep unbuttoning

until the two sides are unconnected in the front."



     Without comment, Lori began de-buttoning her blouse, believing her

real work uniform lied beneath.  Instead, she showed Chris a lacy black

bra and her lovely body.



     Catherine's skirt was now undone and it fell to the floor.  She

left it in the aisle and sat next to Chris.



     "Do you think the fasteners on my teddy to my stockings count?

And how about my heels?"  she asked him.



     "Well, from what I heard, people on the outside can't even have

underwear fastened."  countered Chris.



     "Oh well."  She moved to untie her teddy.



     "Well, thank you.  I feel much better."  said Lori.



     "No problem."



     "You know that woman sitting next to you is gorgeous!  Pretty,

great body, big firm tits.  Is she with you?"



     "Yes, she is my slave."  Chris kept his voice low, as did Lori.



     "Really."



     "Yes, the only way anyone gets a crack at her is to also be my

slave."



     "What do I have to do to be your slave also?"



     By this time, Catherine had undone her teddy's top and crotch,

her garters on her stockings and her shoes, which came right off.  She

lied back to sleep.



     "Well,"  Chris took a second to knock Catherine out, "you have to

make your face blank, do the 'I hear and I obey, Master.'.  Stuff like

that."



     "OK, I'm a good actress.  I can act like a zombie."  Lori's face

suddenly went blank.  Her arms went limp at her sides.  She stood, eyes

rolled up.



     "Yes, Master.  I await your orders."  Lori said, in a blank tone.



     "To have the privilege of my slave Catherine, you must prove

yourself worthy.  You must fellate me to the best of your ability."



     "At once, Master."  Her voice still had the slow, flat zombie

tone.



     Moving to in front of Chris, who was in the front row, Lori knelt

before him.  Without looking, she reached up to his pants.  Her undoin

gof his belt was slow and mechanical.



     "Do you think she's buying it?"  Lori whispered normally, leaning

forward.



     "Shhh.  She'll react when she's ready and she believes you."



     "OK, no more out of character."



     Lori, who had been a snotty stewardess five minutes before,

finished undoing Chris' belt and then his pants.  She leaned forward

again and imitated the zipper.  She restrained her ability to give head

enough to continue to act zombie-like.  She did, however, close her

eyes.



     Catherine opened her eyes and returned the seat back to the

infamous 'straight' position.  She stood, a true zombie, ready to obey.



     "What is your name?"



     "Catherine Vizcaino."



     "Catherine, what do you do for a living?"



     "I am a financial manager."



     "Do you have any Australian clients?"



     "Yes, Master."



     "Of these, are any rich, female, single and beautiful?"



     "Only one who fits your criteria, Master."



     "Write down her name, address and phone number on a piece of paper

and give the paper to me."



     Catherine stepped over the fellating Lori to goto her original

seat.  She reached upto the overhead compartment for her briefcase.

Pulling it down, she balanced it on her seat back and opened it.  She

found the electronic rolodex and began going through it.  After a few

moments, she stopped.  She then wrote on a piece of paper.



     Turning back to Chris, she walked to him with the paper.

Catherine's briefcase fell off the seat back and stuff scattered

everywhere.  She handed the piece of paper to Chris, who filed it in his

top pocket.



     Lori had not stopped going down on Chris, in hopes of impressing

the two passengers.  She wanted Catherine's huge tits and her own

sizable chest to collide, to rub together.  Her pussy moistened at the

thought of eating Catherine's pussy.  It did not matter that she had had

only a minor lesbian episode in Smile School.  She would not be

satisfied without this woman!



     "Lori, how often do you have sex?"  Lori's answer took a moment or

two.



     "Master, I fuck my boyfriend about once a week, but if I am busy

working, I cannot do it that often."



     "And you, Catherine?"  Her answer was instant.



     "I've been fucking my way to the top, Master.  I sleep with my

bosses and file fake sexual harrassment charges on anyone who gets in my

way."



     "Then fuck me, Catherine."



     "My body lives to serve your will, Master."  Without hesitation,

Catherine swung her leg over Chris and reached down to his cock, to put

it in herself.  She began to slowly fuck him.



     "May I fondle my fellow slave, Master?"  Lori's eyes showed a bit

of excitement.



     "Do as you wish, Lori."



     She smiled.  Lori reached back and undid her bra.  She had believed

her uniform was on but now lust filled her mind.  She thought only of

sex.  She reached to her shoulder straps and slid her bra off.  Her

double D cup breasts were quite firm and would've easily landed her a

job in 'Bazooka County'.



     Lori reached over to the zombied Catherine.  She slid off her

blouse and slid down her teddy, revealing another pair of great tits.

She slid Catherine's arms out of the shoulder straps before she began to

kiss the passengerette.



     Catherine's fucking remained slow and steady.  Of course, her pussy

was very wet from Chris' control and her nipples were terribly erect as

they made contact with another pair of boobs.  She only could pucker,

she could not actually 'kiss' Lori.



     Chris, as usual, got off on the control of the two snotty women.

It was justifiable that he did this to these women.  After all...



     POOF!



     "What do you have to say for yourself?"  the power-filled female

voice intoned.



     "What do you mean?"  Chris was nude, so he covered himself as best

he could in the smoke-filled chamber.



     "You have been violating women."



     "So?"



     "It offends me."



     "Who asked you?"



     "I run this MUD.  You have been violating women.  That is sexual

harrassment."



     "Wrong answer, thank you for playing.  This is not a MUD,

knucklehead."



     POOF!



     Chris was in a jail cell.  It seemed he was in solitary

confinement.



     "Until you learn respect for women, I will confine you here."



     "And how am I supposed to show respect confined here?"



     "You will mail me a series of letters of apology at my email

address.  I will forward them to all the women you have offended.  When

this is finished, I will let you out of jail."



     "Listen, this is NOT a MUD.  This is a short story on

alt.sex.stories."



     "It's not a MUD?"



     "NO!"



     "Sorry."



     POOF!



     Lori's tits pressed against Catherine's sizable knockers as the two

women shared a kiss.  Lori reached up and felt the brunette's other

breast.  She squeezed the big tit and fondled the hard nipple between

her fingers.



     Catherine reached over with her left hand and clumsily moved into

Lori's panties.  She pushed against them and rubbed them, as if they

were not there.



     Lori reached down with her right hand.  She took Catherine's left

hand, the one trying to access her cunt and moved it under the black

undies.  She was immediately probed with three ringed fingers delving

into her.  She brought up her right leg and put it on Chris' thigh, so

Catherine could better...stimulate...her.  Oh, this is good, she

thought.



     Chris began to move in response to Catherine's wet pussy on his

cock.  He was sooo(!) glad that his powers caused a woman's pussy to

automatically moisten.  He had saved a lot on Vaseline because of this.

He watched Catherine's tits bounce ever so slightly as she fucked him.



     Lori put her right hand on Catherine's shoulder for balance and

moved her left hand down.  She reached the unsnapped crotch of the

teddy.  She found her lover's clit and she stimulated it while the fuck

continued.



     This series of events continued for some time.



     About five minutes later, Chris felt like cumming.  He knew it

would be damn irresponsible to come in Catherine, so he decided Lori was

the answer.



     Without a word, Catherine dismounted him and stood next to him.

Her right hand moved to her pussy and she continued to stimulate it.

Her breathing grew in speed and shallowness.



     "Lori, eat my cum."



     "At once, Master."  Lori let a smile cross her face.  She kept her

eyes on the masturbating Catherine as she knelt next to Chris.



     She began to fellate, but this time with all her sizable skill.  It

wasn't long before...



     Chris came in Lori's mouth.  She, of course, tried to swallow all

of it, but some of it came out of her mouth.  She prepared to wipe it

off with her hand.



     "No, Catherine must lick it off."  Lori smiled.



     "A great idea, Master."



     Lori approached the financial manager, who had 3 to 4 inches of

height on her.  Catherine bent down a tad and licked her face, removing

all traces of cum.



     "Now, return to where and how you were when I put you to sleep.

Remember only a sexy dream involving me."



     "Yes, Master." the girls answered together.



     The girls gathered their clothing together.  They re-put on and

re-fastened.  They re-tied and re-snapped.  Soon, they had re-turned to

their seats, and they began to re-ad their books, re-viving as they did

so.



     Chris lied back, exhausted.  Control still took a lot out of him.

He hoped FX had finished the new rings by the time he got to the Sydney

Marriott.  He checked into his pocket and noted the name on the piece of

paper.  OK, rich Mary, meet your Master.



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