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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Fiona Cavanagh had a unique place in the Tyrants history. Despite her many crimes, the people of Seattle raised a statue in her and her wife’s honor on the very ground that the Space Needle once stood. The irony may have been lost on those who weren’t aware that Fiona herself became the Tyrants’ thrall at that very spot.

—Excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy by Tina Allard

Fiona Cavanagh – Seattle, WA

“Next weekend’s going to be great,” Hank laughed, his hands drumming on his steering wheel.

I smiled at my boyfriend, pushing a lock of strawberry-blonde hair off my cheek, tucking it back behind my ear. “Yeah.”

We were going camping next weekend, and Hank couldn’t stop talking about it. I wasn’t nearly as eager to go, but seeing Hank this excited would be worth the inconvenience. Plus, last week he had suffered in silence when I dragged him from garage sell to garage sell. I owed it to him.

“You’re going to love it, Fiona,” he continued. “The fresh mountain air is amazing. And it’s so beautiful. And I know this spot. It’s very private.”

I blushed. My face felt as red as my hair. “How private?”

“There’s this beautiful spring, clear as crystal, right next to it. No one else knows about it. Think of all the fun we can have.”

“I can’t wait. I guess I should bring a bathing suit then, huh.”

“Naw. It’s just extra weight. We’re backpacking in.”

“Right. My skimpy bathing suit is going to be too much weight.”

His grin was naughty. “It could be the straw that breaks the proverbial camel’s back.”

“So what will I wear to swim in?”

“We’ll be out in nature, Fiona. Clothes aren’t part of nature.”

“So we’re gong to be nudist?”

“Only while swimming.”

An excited flush burned through me. “Is swimming the only thing we’re going to do in the spring?”

“Nope.”

I laughed at his brazen answer.

“It’s gonna be excellent, Fiona,” he grinned, still drumming away on the steering wheel as we crawled through the terrible traffic around the Seattle Center.

My eyes glanced up at the Space Needle rising like a white spire above the Center, and my mood evaporated. It was going to be another long night; my feet still ached from working a double shift at the Sky City Restaurant last night.

We finally made it through the traffic and I gave my boyfriend and kiss and climbed out. “Have a good one,” he called, then pulled back into the nightmare that was Seattle traffic on a Saturday evening.

“Hi, Fiona,” Xiu, one of the other waitresses, said as she walked up from the bus stop. She was a petite, Chinese girl with shoulder-length, straight, black hair. I had always thought of Asian woman as being flat-chested, and then I met Xiu. Her tits looked almost obscenely large on her small frame, pressing against the white, buttoned-down blouses we wore with our black slacks and white, waist aprons.

“Hey, ready for another killer shift.”

She made a face. “Tourist season is just starting, too. This is going to be a long summer.”

“Yeah,” I groused. “Well, I’m going to miss next weekend.”

“Right, camping with Hank.”

We reached the elevator and I hit the up button. “Yep. Getting away from here for four whole days.” I sighed. “Heavenly.”

The Space Needle’s elevator dinged and a flood of tourists in casual shirts and shorts, cameras slung around their necks and visors on their heads, poured out. We let the tide go by, then we stepped into the elevator and hit the restaurant’s floor.

“Oh, hold the elevator!” Korina shouted.

Xiu stuck out her arm and caught the closing door. Our coworker ran up up, her doll’s face flushed. She stepped in, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at her sweaty forehead and brush her black hair out her face. She had such lovely, porcelain-white skin. I was afflicted with freckles and so envied her flawless skin.

“Thanks,” she smiled as the elevator took us up. “My shift starts in five minutes. I would have been in so much trouble if missed this one.”

“Traffic?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she groaned. “It’s so bad tonight. Something must be going on at the Seattle Center.”

“When isn’t there something going on next door?” Xiu asked and we all shared a laugh.

The elevator reached the restaurant’s level and we piled out. “Hey, Vespasien,” I smiled as we passed the Maitre D’.

A smile appeared on his lips, graced with a pencil mustache, and he said, “Bonsoir, ladies. We are going to have a great night, yes?”

“Of course, Vespasien,” Xiu laughed, rolling her eyes.

“Good, good. It will be very busy.”

We slipped back into the kitchen to drop off our stuff in the small, employee break room, more of a closet really, and put on our white aprons. Korina clocked in first, darting back out into the restaurant while Xiu and I sat down.

“My feet are all ready killing me,” I sighed.

Xiu opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by George, a skinny cook, sticking his head in. “Everyone needs to be out front.”

“We’re not on the clock yet,” I protested.

“Mr. Aamot’s orders,” he shrugged. “Clock on.”

I glanced at Xiu and she raised her eyebrows and we punched our time cards. The entire staff was gathered in front of a young man with intense, blue eyes. To my complete astonishment the diners were filing out and Vespasien and Mr. Aamot didn’t seem to care.

“Wait staff front and center,” the man ordered. His voice was so deep and commanding. It seemed to reach inside me and, before I knew it, I was standing in front of him, his eyes roaming across our bodies. “The male waiters are dismissed for the night. Go home.”

Aaron and Tom shrugged and headed out the door. The didn’t even head back to the break room to gather their belongings. Who was this man?

“Women, strip.”

“Like hell,” I declared. He just smiled at me. What a disgusting pig. Then I realized my fingers had half-unbutton my blouse. What was wrong with me?

“Women, you are happy to be naked and do whatever I tell you.”

I couldn’t wait to get my clothes off. I would feel so much better once I was naked. I smiled at him, joy surging inside me as I obeyed. His eyes were appreciative as my blouse came off, and his grin broadened when I unhooked my bra and revealed my round breasts.

“Very nice. Mare and I are going to have a great dinner.”

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Desiree Fitzsimmons – South Hill, WA

“Holy shit!” Alison gasped when she stepped into the dining room, her eyes widening as she saw the candles twinkling on the table between our two plates. The table was set so we would be sitting at the corners, Alison at the head, me to her let.

The look on her face was so beautiful. There was a zest to the young woman that was infectious. Her grin was broad, and her brown eyes gleamed. She was such a vibrant woman from her pink hair, her pierced nipples, and that delightfully naughty tattoo on her pubic mound. “Cum on in” it read with an arrow pointing right at her juicy pussy.

I had enjoyed letting my tongue come inside her.

I smiled at her, pleased that I could give her this surprise. I had always been attracted to energetic women, like Diane at the gym, and I had never met a more energetic, or enthusiastic, woman than young Desiree. At nineteen, the girl knew more about making love than I did. And I had almost a decade of experience on her. With mi Rey and mi Reina gone for the weekend, we had been left to our own devices, and Alison had treated me to a marathon fuck session that had started in the living room and ended up in the shower.

And now I wanted to repay her the wonderful orgasms she gave me with a nice dinner.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Alison purred as I held out the chair at the head of the table for her. She reached out and squeezed my large breast through the flimsy bodice of the sexy maid’s outfits we wore. “Because you don’t have to try hard.”

Her touch sent a flutter of warmth through me that ended at my pussy. “No,” I grinned. “I just wanted to thank you, mi Sirenita.”

“Sirenita?”

“My little mermaid,” I answered. “Because you are as beautiful and energetic as one.”

Alison blushed. I didn’t think the young woman knew how. She worked her jaw for a moment, then said, “Thank you. I…that was sweet.”

“You seem surprised?”

“Well, I don’t get a lot of compliments.”

I arched an eyebrow.

She laughed wickedly. “Okay, I get a lot dirty compliments, but nothing so nice. It’s…I’m just a dirty girl, and…”

Sadness churned my heart, and I reached out and squeezed her hand. Who had hurt this young woman? “It’s okay.”

She brightened up. “It is. I finally found my Master, and have a beautiful Mistress, and a wonderful slut-sister to spend my time with. It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

“I never knew this is what I wanted,” I told her. “But I am so happy they chose us.”

Alison turned to the food, a delightful pasta topped with Parmesan and a garlic sauce, accompanied by a fresh salad topped with vinegar and olive oil. “Looks wonderful. You outdid yourself again, Desiree.”

I flushed. “Thank you, mi Sirenita.”

“I’m so starving. We really worked up an appetite this afternoon,” she giggled wickedly. “My pussy’s still a little sore.”

“Maybe I should kiss it after dinner?”

“Absolutely,” Alison grinned, and took a big bite of her salad.

“Wine?”

She nodded. “Don’t tell anyone. I’m not twenty-one yet.”

“Your secret is safe with me?” I giggled, pouring her a lovely pinot grigio—my husband kept a well stocked wine cellar, even if he had absolutely no taste for wine.

“To a magical weekend,” Alison declared, holding up her glass. “I plan on fucking you in every inch of this house.”

Our glasses tinked. “That sounds wonderful. I hope I can keep up with you.”

“I think you can. You didn’t have any problems this afternoon.”

She flashed a dazzling smile at me. She was such an enchanting creature. She took another bite, moaning in orgasmic delight at the taste of my pasta, her eyes fluttering and her chest heaving. I licked my lips, and I was suddenly hungry for other delights.

“What are you doing?” Alison asked knowingly as I slid down to the floor. “Are you skipping the main course and going right to dessert?”

“I don’t want to ruin my appetite for the wonderful, creamy delight you brought to the table.”

I spread her thighs, her pussy a dark shadow beneath her short, black skirt. I could smell her arousal, sweet like honey. I kissed down her sleek thigh, her musk growing stronger and stronger, making my head swim even more than the wine had.

“Eating a delicious meal while having my delicious pussy eaten. What a wonderful dinner you set for me, Desiree.”

“You’re welcome, mi Sirenita.”

My lips found her pussy. Such wonderful flavors coated my tongue. She shivered, hips shifting as sudden pleasure burst through her. I explored her folds, delighting in giving this exciting creature pleasure. More honey leaked out, and I gathered them with my tongue, swishing Alison’s honey through my mouth and savoring the wonderful flavor of a woman’s passion.

“Oh, Desiree,” Alison giggled, “I think you really love the dessert I brought.”

“It’s only the second best pussy in the world,” I answered.

“The first better be Mistress’s.”

“Of course,” I laughed, then wiggled my tongue deep into her hole.

“Umm, I don’t mind coming in second place to her.”

As beautiful as Alison was, and she was one of the most gorgeous women I had ever bedded, the slut couldn’t hold a candle to mi Reina. When I had seen mi Reina stepping out of the shower this morning, I had thought a Goddess had come down from heaven. She had been a pretty woman before, but something had happened to make her stunning.

“Work that tongue in my cunt!” Alison groaned. “So deep. You love my pussy! You’re gonna be my pussy slut for the rest of the weekend.”

“Whenever I’m not their slut, I’ll be yours,” I promised. “I love your cunt.”

“Good!” Alison gasped. “And I’ll be your lesbo slut! We’ll be whores together.”

“Wonderful!”

“Don’t stop licking me, slut!”

I went back to pleasing her, eager to get this beautiful creature off. I pushed my lips as deep into Alison’s pussy as I could, Alison’s labia clinging wet and silkily to my cheeks, and worked my tongue in and out like a little cock. My nose kept brushing Alison’s sensitive clit as I worked my tongue, bringing a low moan every time I bumped the little nub.

“Oh, yes! I’m gonna drown you in pussy cream.”

So wonderful.

“Keep working that tongue inside me, slut!”

I did, lapping and sucking and pleasuring her. Her moans grew louder, higher pitch, her passion nearing their zenith. Alison’s chair creaked as her body shifted, hips twisting as pleasure shot through her.

“Oh, yes! Eat me, pussy slut! Make me cum!”

I nipped her clit with my teeth.

She gasped and jumped.

Juices gushed out.

I made her cum, and I drank her wonderful flavor.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped over and over. “Thank you, Desiree! My Latina beauty!”

Joy filled me. I was so happy I had given her this wonderful feeling. I wanted to make this beautiful woman feel loved, not as a slave by our Masters, but as a woman. I wanted to wipe away this negative image she had of herself. She was only an object of pleasure for mi Rey and mi Reina and no one else.

“That was amazing,” Alison panted as I crawled out from beneath the table and calmly sat back down at my plate. I took a bite, pussy juices mixed with tasty pasta. “How’s my seasoning?”

“Wonderful,” I giggled, reaching out to squeeze her hand. Warmth flushed through me.

Alison squeeze me back, then leaned over and gave me the sweetest, gentlest kiss. Not her usual aggressive, horny kisses where she was practically devouring your face, but something more…loving. I stroked her face and savored this sweet gift she gave me.

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Mark Glassner – Seattle, WA

“What’s the surprise?” Mary asked as I exited the Sky City Restaurant.

We had just reached the Space Needle, a large tower rising out of the Seattle Center that looked like it had a UFO landing atop it. “I can’t tell you,” I smiled. “But dinner tonight is going to be interesting.”

I led her into the elevator, pressing the button to go up. Mary’s curious look was so cute, and she bounced on her feet as the elevator rose up. In a minute, the Elevator opened onto the observation deck and I held my arm out.

“My lady,” I smiled.

Mary took it, nodding, “Thank you, sir.”

Giggling, we stepped out of the elevator. The view from the observation deck was breathtaking. You could see for practically forever. Seattle looked amazing, sandwiched on an isthmus between the Puget Sound to the west and Lake Washington to the east. Mount Rainier was as imposing as ever as it rose from the Cascades, the mountain’s glaciers looked on fire from the setting sun. Across the Sound, the sun was slowly disappearing behind the Olympic Mountains.

Mary slipped her arm around my waist, leaning her head on my shoulder as we watched the sun slowly sink behind the Olympics. My heart picked up the lower and lower the sun sank, and I was all too aware of the box in my pocket pressing against the thighs.

As the last rays of the sun vanished behind the purple shadow of the distant Olympics, I fell to one knee, and reached into my pocket. Lana and Chantelle, who had been enjoying the romantic vista with each other, gathered around. Lana had my phone and, thanks to the heads up I gave her, was filming.

“Oh, Mark,” Mary gasped, a stunned, yet excited, look frozen on her face that was slowly blushing a deep red.

I fumbled getting the ring box out of my pocket, almost dropping it, but I just manage to hold on. I opened the ring box and held it up. “Mary, I stole your heart and then you stole mine, and while we may not have known each other long, it has been long enough for me to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed, eyes full of tears.

She pulled me up and threw her arms about me and kissed me thoroughly. Time seemed to stop and there was only Mary and I, connected body and soul. Our bodies were pressed together, our tongues in each other’s mouth. I staggered when she broke the kiss, leaning on Mary to avoid falling down while she clung tightly to me for support. Around us, other tourists clapped and whistled. I pulled the black diamond engagement ring out of the box and my hand trembled as I slid it onto her left ring finger. Then we were kissing again.

She was so wonderful and sweet.

The applause and cheers died away when we both kissed Lana and Chantelle and the spectators all walked away in confusion or disgust, or both. But Mary and I didn’t care. We were happy to share our love with our sluts.

We watched the beauty of Seattle and the Pacific Northwest as the sky darkened, and the stars began to shyly appear, twinkling down on us, like they were applauding our engagement. I held my fiancee tight to me, and enjoyed the sights for a little while longer.

“Ready to eat?” I asked her.

“Umm, I’m so curious what your surprise is.”

“Let’s find out,” I grinned.

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Mary Sullivan

I held onto Mark’s arm as he led us into the Skycity Restaurant. Lana and Chantelle were giggling with excitement behind us as Mark strode past the Maitre D’. I was eager for his surprise. This entire day had been nothing but wonderful moments.

My eyes slid down to the engagement ring Mark had just given me, the black diamond glinting with fire.

The restaurant was a circular room, with tables lined around the windows that showed a magnificent view of Seattle at night. At the center lay a bar and the kitchen. As the restaurant slowly rotated in a circle, you could enjoy the entire panorama of the City of Seattle aglow with lights against the black pools of the Puget Sound and Lake Washington.

In the center of the room were six beautiful waitresses, all naked save for the white, waist aprons of their uniforms. I gasped, my eyes drinking in their naked breasts and hips. Each was gorgeous in her own, unique and special ways.

“Choose three to wait on us,” my fiance told me, “and the other three will serve Chantelle and Lana.”

“Thank you, Master,” Lana said, eyes feasting on the banquet of naked women, arm wrapped around her wife. Chantelle licked her lips.

“You’re welcome, Lana,” Mark replied. “It’s your honeymoon still, so you two have fun.”

As I walked around the waitresses, eyeing them critically, Mark named them. I trailed my hand through the strawberry-blonde hair of feisty Fiona; pinched the plump, cinnamon rear of Hannah Smilingfox; and hefted the heavy, ample tit of the otherwise petite Xiu. I played with the butterfly dangling from a silver chain that pierced through her dark nipples, dangling against her ample tits.

How cute.

I moved on, pinching the hard nipple on Wanda’s tiny, bee-sting breasts; slid my hand across the shaved, wet pussy lips of doll-faced Korina; and goosed the slim ass of Ingrid, the lanky blonde.

Who should I choose? They were all so delicious and hot. I licked my lips. Xiu was a definite with those heavy tits, and Korina had such a beautiful face. I took a moment to decided on the third one. Fiona had lovely hair and a freckled face, but Ingrid was a blonde, and they always had the most fun.

So I pushed Korina forward, wrapped one arm around Xiu’s waist and a second about Ingrid’s, pulling both girls tight against my sides and grinned wickedly at Mark. “Oh, we’re going to have fun tonight!”

“Naughty filly,” my fiance laughed.

Korina led us to a table against the windows, covered in a white, lacy tablecloth and set with sterling silverware and pink candles burning in silver sconces. Pink and red rose petals were strewn across the table and two bottles of champagne chilled in an ice bucket. Mark had really gone all out.

“Thank you,” I smiled, tears glistening in my eyes.

“Anything for you, my love.” He held out my seat for me. I gave him my prettiest smile as I sat down. Mark leaned in and captured my red lips in a kiss. I moaned into the kiss and I was a little breathless when he broke it.

Mark sat down on the other side of the small table as Korina poured us each a flute of champagne, her heavy breasts swaying—they were almost as big as Xiu’s. I reached out and played with her belly piercing, a silver heart dangling from a chain. Xiu produced two menus and set them before us.

I looked at the menu then at Xiu and her magnificent rack. “I think those should be wrapped around your cock, Mark,” I grinned, squeezing a heavy tit. “What do you think?”

“That I love you so much,” Mark grinned. “You’re always looking out for me.”

“I want to keep my horny stallion happy.” I yanked her nipple piercing. “Slut, get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Xiu blushed, disappearing beneath the table. I lifted the tablecloth and smiled as the Asian beauty unzipped Mark’s pants and sucked his cock hungrily into her small mouth.

“Ohh, what a nasty girl,” I cooed, rubbing my foot through Xiu’s hairy bush; the slut was all ready wet. “Hurry up and give him a titty-fuck with those massive breasts, slut.”

Xiu’s cupped her breasts and wrapped them around my fiance’s cock. “Thanks, Mare. Her tits feel amazing!”

I dropped the table cloth and grabbed my champagne flute, holding it up. “To a night of pleasure!” I toasted, our glasses tinking together.

The champagne was chilled and bubbly as it slid down my throat. I shivered at my first tasty of the bubbly drink, my pussy heating up as I rubbed my big toe through Xiu’s juicy cunt. I gave the Nordic woman a wanton smile, hiking up my skirt.

“Ingrid,” I beckoned.

“Yes, miss?”

I reached out, grasped the woman’s long, tight braid that fell all the way to her shapely ass, and pulled her face down hard to look into my eyes. Ingrid gasped, but didn’t fight. “Get down on your knees and eat my naughty pussy, whore!”

“Yes, miss!” the blonde gasped, falling to her knees. She joined Xiu underneath the table and I shuddered as her tongue licked through my pussy.

This was going to be so much fun.

To be continued…

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