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Part One: Not Even a Slave
I groaned and woke up. Even before I opened my eyes, every part of my body started aching, my legs, my pussy, all the way up to my face. I was on my knees, and my hands, I couldn't move them. They were tied behind my back. Slowly, gently, my eyelids fluttered open, and I was shocked by what I saw. There was a mirror in fr
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It would be the ultimate revenge. Nine years of marriage hell. Even her own father had tried to warn Stan that he didn't really want to marry Felicia. She'd virtually stolen control of the family business, slept with her father's most unscrupulous competitors, betrayed him just to get more power.
But no, he did it anyway, and she'd turned into a first-class bitch. She'd demeaned him, publicly humiliated him in front of his colleagues, refused to have a family, saying his sperm wasn't good enough. He could count on one hand the numbner of times they'd had sex in the last two years. She thought because she came from wealth and high society that she could treat him like dirt. She was wrong. His plan was meticulous and perfect 8:00 a.m. Felicia leaves for her massage appointment, tells the maid she won't be back until late evening. She thinks she's meeting her wimp of a husband for dinner. Before that she has shopping, a hair appointment, and lunch with friends. Life is good and she makes all the decisions, as any wealthy privileged woman should. Right? Stan knows better. Outside the restaurant that night, Felicia's pampered life took a different turn. Two men, wearing some sort of masks grabbed her, threw her into an SUV and put her face down on the back seat. Quickly her wrists were cuffed behind her and her ankles strapped. She kept screaming until one man said, "Shut the fuck UP, bitch!" and pressed her faced into the seat until she couldn't breathe. She felt hands all over her, pulling up her dress, pulling down her panties. "Hey," says another voice, "don't mess with the goods. You know this one's for the special party." Laughter. "No one says we can't touch the merchandise, long as we don't use it." Felicia was horrified, in total panic. But she was angry too. how dare they presume to treat her this way! It was not a long ride, but it seemed endless as fingers probed between her legs and pinched her ass. The car stopped and the men pulled her out, blindfolded her and then, right there in the middle of a parking lot, they stripped off her clothes ... every shred. "You won't need these anymore," said the first man. "Yeah," agreed the second. "Kind of like putting clothes on a cow going to see the bull... would you look at those tits." Hands mauled her breasts briefly. "I wouldn't mind seeing those drag the ground when the bitch crawls." Felicia was nearly out of her mind with fear and loathing. Men calling her names like that, touching her most intimate places, treating HER... Felicia Smith-Groves...like some kind of trollop. It hadn't yet occurred to her that it was going to get worse. She was thinking kidnapping for ransom, and of course, dear Daddy would pay anything to get her back. She was half-dragged, half carried across pavement. She heard a door open, then they went through. The corridor echoed, it seemed they were going down an ramp. Before long, another door. She could hear a murmur of voices. The she was thrown to the floor, She felt carpet under her body. A few moments later, more hands pulling her upright then into a cold metal chair. The wrist cuffs were removed, only long enough to secure her wrists behind her, and to the chair. Ankles yanked apart, strapped to something else cold. The blindfold was removed, but at first all she could see was a bright light. Finally, she saw it was some sort of spotlight, and then someone turned it down. There were faces all around her, unfamiliar faces, at least a dozen men. She was furious. "How dare you do this. I demand that you release me at once. Do you know who I am?" A voice behind the light said, "Yes, we do. And why should we when we went to all the trouble of obtaining your services." "Services?" "You're the entertainment for one of our special events." Ordinarily we would simply hire an accommodating whore, or perhaps abduct a lonely single woman who wouldn't be missed. But one of our members suggested you would be just right for something we haven't done for a while." The man strode forward into the her field of vision. "You see, Felicia, you've pissed off a lot of people, particularly the men in your life. And now it's time you found out what it is like to be humiliated, betrayed... used." He lifted one of her breasts by the nipple. "You will be treated as you deserve... like a piece of ass...three holes to service cock, nothing more. If you do not comply, you will be punished. If you do not follow every order to the letter, you will bear the consequences." He took the other nipple in his left hand and pulled hard on both, jiggling her tits. "You don't mean you're going to rape me?" she asked, in a melodramatic tone, since she herself could not believe it. The man laughed. "Rape you? Well of course you're going to be raped, and sodomized, and abused. You're going to have so many cocks penetrate your orifices, you won't be able to keep track of them. And there will be an attentive audience encouraging your rapists to do their best... or is it their worst." "You wouldn't!" "Actually, ordinarily we would do it ourselves. But this occasion calls for something specifically tailored to our member's request. And quite honestly, you're not good enough for any of us. We have instead invited three special guests who have just recently been released from the penitentiary. They haven't had any pussy in several years, but they are going to have yours." Felicia saw three hulking black men step out of the shadows. Her blood ran cold. "No, please, my father will give you anything you want, call my husband. Please." "But Felicia," he said with a smile, "we don't have to call them. They are both here. They belong to our club now and it is their suggestion to .. invite... you. They want to watch while these three men fuck your brains out and treat you like something even lower on the social scale than a whore." She saw her father and husband coming closer. Stan's smile ws almost evil, and her father just looked disgusted with her. Stan stepped up beside the chair in which she was bound and reached between her spread legs to pull on the mound of hair. This pussy's going to finally get a workout," he said. "You thought it was just too good for my cock... let's see how you like theirs." She realized the three men released prisoners had taken off their clothes, and three massive, hard penises were pointing right at her. Her father stood, arms crossed, and a satisfied expression on his face. "You know, I've often thought what you needed was someone to take you down a peg or two, now it's gonna all the way down." The light was turned down more, and the three men were told to begin anything they wanted. The tallest and largest of the three straddled her lap and grinned as he rubbed his erection all over her face. "Now you listen to me, bitch. You open that mouth, and if you try and bite me, I'll fuckin' cut your tits off and shove a goddam broom handle up your little white pussy. You're gonna show everyone here what good little cocksucker you are." He pinched her face in his massive hand and her mouth popped open. Before she could utter a sound, he shove his enormous cock down her throat. She struggled to breathe as he held it there for a moment. "Man this is nice... way better than those little queer boys we had to suck us off in the joint." He began sliding in and out. "But how about you show more enthusiasm, bitch. Untie her hands." "Now, you're gonna put your fingers in the corners of your mouth.. like this... and hold it wide open so I can enjoy it. good... now lick my cock, bitch... lick it." A second man went behind the chair and began mauling her tits and feeling her pussy. "This first one's gonna be quick, cause it's been a while. We all need to get one good cum in you, then we'll settle down to some good old fucking and sucking." True to his word, in moments he groaned, leaned in hard, burying his massive shaft in her tight throat and let go a load of hot cum which she had no choice but to swallow. A few feet away, Stan laughed. "And she never would swallow mine," he said. "On those rare occasions when she would even lick my cock." Felicia made up for lost time that night. As the club members looked on, and fondled their own "dates" for the evening, the three ex-convicts used the society woman, made her the cumbucket and fucktoy and toilet. First spreadeagled on a low set bed, taking turns plowing her cunt, dropping their cocks down her throat. They all joined in the laughter when Felicia screamed out her first orgasm. Then doggie style, whereupon the club president ordered her to bark like a dog, wag her ass, and crawl around the floor with her large tits dragging. One of the members, who favored corporal punishment, whipped her milky white ass with a riding crop, leaving red welts. Another had her spread open so her cunt could be similarly reddened. She was ordered to lick cum from the floor, to beg to be used more. "Please, sir, fuck one of my slut holes," became her mantra for the evening, along with declaring (with some prompting of the riding crop) "I'm a whore, cunt, cumbucket slut.... I live to be fucked... I love cock better than anything." Just when she thought it could be no worse, she was placed on a low platform shaped sort of like a cross, with her head at the top so someone could straddle her face. But not a man, a woman guest, who ground her pussy into Felicia's mouth, using it to masturbate, while her sloppy pussy was penetrated yet again. "Get your tongue in my pussy, you stupid bitch," said the woman, and Felicia obeyed as the woman yanked at Felicia's nipples. Finally, as she lay on the cold wood floor, the men circled around her and simply ejaculated all over her as they insulted and mocked her and made her rub her own cunt until she could not help but cry out with yet another orgasm. Then, there was a break, and she lay there panting, cum all over her body. Maybe it was over, finally. And when she got out of here, she was going to have them all arrested by God... they'd pay for this. But still they weren't done. The original two thugs who had brought her in were told to carry her into the shower room/bathroom. There on the freezing tile, they laid her down, face up. Handing her a large dildo, the club president told her to fuck herself with it and NOT to stop as, one by one, the guests trooped in, relieved themselves on her face, in her open mouth, all over her body, a steady golden stream of humiliation. Then, as they watched, she licked the floor. Felicia awoke in a daze, her body sore, her pussy still burning. To her dismay, this had not been a nightmare, but reality. She was tied hand and foot, spread open, under a blanket. After a while she heard footsteps and then her father, her husband, and three club members came into the room and stood around the bed. "You let me out of here,now!" she screamed. And Stan shook his head. "You just don't learn, do you? But... you will." He turned to the man next to him, "I hope you know what you're doing, Gerhard, buying this bitch." The blonde man smiled, "Of course. I like my little toys to be spirited, I so enjoy breaking them, making them into perfect cockslaves." Felicia sputtered, choked on the words she was trying to say. "What... who..." Stan said, "I'm not stupid, Felicia, no matter what you think. And do you suppose for one minute we would leave you free to file a complaint? Even though we have some excellent video footage of you begging to be fucked in the ass.. and you eating pussy... and you fucking yourself with a black rubber dildo while you wallowed around in pee and cum. Great porn, and believe me, it will sell very well. You'll probably star in a lot more films in the next few years. Gerhard is a very creative European filmmaker, and he's bought you." She looked shocked, then terrified. "Don't worry, Gerhard assures me that all his bitches get to like it a lot, once they're trained. But at first, you resist, and he gets to make some great rape movies, then some nice bondage flicks--you'll look good in a collar and leash, and once you're over the hill, and those big silicon tits start to drag the ground like a cow's udders, well, I hear bestiality is another special genre people really like. Isn't that right, Gerhard?" "Ah, indeed. And this one will make my German Shepherds very happy, perhaps even a pony or two. Um, I've seen the films from your party, of course, but do you mind if I examine the property?" "Not at all," said Stan. Gerhard looked at the guard, "Stand her up, please." They quickly unfastened her bonds, and pulled her upright. Gerhard smiled, hefted her tits in his hands, walked around behind her, felt her ass, ran his hands between her legs. "On her knees," he ordered and she was forced down. He took out his semi-hard cock and rubbed it over her face, eyes, mouth, as it quickly hardened. Then she forced it between her lips and down her throat. But he kept talking to his associates. "Just some quick relief, her cockscuking will need some improvement." He continued chatting while he held her head and used her mouth to masturbate himself as if she were some sort of rubber doll. When he'd emptied his load of cum into her, he looked down, "Now, my sweet little bitch, you know what you're good for. You're worth less to my than my favorite dogs and horses, but with training, we'll see. I think I'll call you Princess Cumbucket." No one ever heard from Felicia again, though the club members received complimentary copies of her many hardcore porn flicks and Stan loved to have one of the club escorts suck his cock while he watched. Within a year he'd identified a perfectly obedient and subservient wife, whom his former father in law enjoyed just as much as he did. The end Read More. He would not only have his revenge, but he would be rid of her without having to do anything risky like murder. The solution had presented itself when he'd gotten to be friends with a man named Harker at the gym. After some weeks of hearing Stan complain, Harker had asked him to a private club, a small, exclusive club of disgruntled husbands. A few months later, the time was at hand, and his new friends were going to provide an unbreakable alibi in return for a evening's entertainment.
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Before I start, I think I should give a brief description of my wife, Julie. She's 26, stands a slim 5'3" 105lbs with flaming long red hair (a true redhead I might add!), blue eyes, & a set of pouting red-lips made for cock sucking. She also has a nice firm pair of 38B's that are just asking to be sucked & squeezed. Her bottom half is even better, measuring at a lovely 36 inches with a pussy that is meticulously trimmed to expose her soft and tender cunt lips. Julie also enjoys giving head & getting fucked doggy-style. My wife can be quite submissive at times too. One of |
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A few years ago, I decided to take my girlfriend, Jane, out for a romantic picnic in the country for her birthday. Having managed to keep it a surprise - I'd secretly collected a whole hamper of food and an expensive bottle of champagne for the occasion. Right up until the morning when the alarm went off, she had no idea that I'd taken the day off work.
Normally I'm leaving for work whil
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Let me just say this is my second story and is completly fictional, with that said let's get on with it, Also make sure you read the first part. It's been allmost a month, since i last seen them, i still can't get the idea of what happened to me, shortly after what happened i quit babysitting, afraid to go back and face them again. My money was running a bit short and getting a new job wasn't a walk in the park, the only offer i could see on the table, was of coarse, babysitting. I waited like another month with no prevail for employment so i decided to go back to babysitting, the money started coming in again and i started enjoying myself, mind
At around 5pm i arrived, only too see Tim and Ben smiling evilly, by the way, all i was wearing was a black tank top/singlet with a bikini top underneath and a skirt with bikini bottoms. After the parents left we watched TV for about 2 hours and i asked where Kyle is? (There older brother, he's 16), they said he's staying at a mates place tonight, i assumed this night might actually go ok and went back to watching TV. A few minutes later Tim said Ben and I want to go upstairs and do our homework, i didn't see the harm in that, in fact i even offered to help, but they said it's ok and raced up to there room. If only i knew what homework they ment, they've been planning another attack, and since kyle isn't here, theer strength was limited so they needed help, and they had it, Chloroform and Tranqulizers.
After a few hours, they were still upstairs and i thought wow, i better go check on them, so i went upstairs into there room only to find them bouncing on the bed, i told Tim to gett off and went over to pick him up off the bed, as i reached out for Tim, Ben was behind me on the bed bouncing, and i didn't notice him, before i knew what was going on i felt a rag go over my mouth, as i spun around to push Ben off,, everything went dark and i collopased. After i was out, they laughed evilly as always, they moved me up onto the bed and starting rubbing me again, all over my body, rubbing there hands along my boobs, my inner thigh, along my pussy, even sticking fingers in my mouth. Eventually, Tim started to roll my singlet up, only to see a black bikini top, he didn't hesitate for a second, he untied the strings and threw it off, reaveiling my boobs, they both fondled my boobs again for a bit, long enough to make my nipples go hard. They pulled my singlet over my head and threw it on the floor, Tim started pulling down my skirt, and eventually threw it on the floor, i was useless, i was out cold and wearing nothing but a bikini bottom (sort of like a G String), Ben came over and spread my legs, he started rubbing up and down my inner thigh, and licking me from over the clothing, all the while Tim was fondeling my boobs.
They didn't want to kid around this time, they rolled me over onto my stomach and put me on my knee's with my head on the bed, Tim pulled his erect cock out and rubbed it around my mouth, he held my nose for about 20 seconds till i finally opened my mouth, he stuck it straight in and begin face fucking me, Ben on the otherhand, pulled my bikini bottom down, and had everything at his end, he started by spitting on his fingers and rubbing them around my ass, he could feel my ass trying to clinch shut, that just made him laugh, he slowly dug his fingers in which made me squirm fowards a bit and let out a little shreik, he also put some other fingers in my puss, and started double fingering me, as my body tried to fight what was going on, i felt my hips starting to rock in the motion he was finger fucking me, i didn't want anything like this, but my body obvisouly didn't complain. After a bit, Ben pulled his fingers out and said "Ok let's do this" without hesitation he pulled his cock out, as he was only young it was still small but still hurt, he shoved it right in, all the way, and starting fucking me madly, i started letting out soft murbled noises, as i still had a cock in my mouth, Tim, which was still face fucking me, starting grabbing and playing with my boobs, he twisted my nipples almost 360 degree's, it hurt like hell but it amused him, they were red sore after that but he kept doing it, he even deepthroated me a couple times which made me gag. Around 10 minutes of continius non stop hardcore fucking from Ben, he drove his fingers back in my ass while still fucking me, it started to make my body squirm in all directions, Tim said "I think she's nearly ready" Ben drove another finger into my ass, 3 now, the pain was trumendous, i could feel Tim's cock tensing up inside my mouth, he even started letting out moans, i knew what was coming, he grabbed the back of my head and with 5 more hard pushes, he pushed his cock right to the back of my throat and started spraying, and trust me, there was tonnes, i could feel hot cum go straight down my throat, which made me gag, but like i said, there was tonnes, it started flowling out of my mouth, like gushing out onto the bed, it would of been nearly 20 seconds before it stopped spraying, Tim pushed my head into it on the bed and rubebd it all over my face.
Ben was still going, but not for long as i felt him now tensing up, Tim yelled out "dont waste it" so Ben pulled it out of my puss and he pulled his fingers out of my ass, and just when i thought i was releived, he shoved the entire length into my ass, it hurt and burnt like nothing i can explain, the pain was excrutiating, and his cock still felt tense, he started letting off grunts and moans and he grabbed my hips and pulled my body to go faster, by now i was letting off obvious cries of pain and moans, he pulled one more time and i felt it let go, spraying into my ass, more then my mouth, overflowling again and running down into my puss, he also rubbed the cum that ran down my legs into my puss, so he didnt waste any, i swear it must of been like 30 seconds of non stop spraying into my ass before it finally came to a halt, it filled the bed a pool of cum, which then they both rubbed me in, my body, head to toe, was all sticky and covered in it, my face, boobs, stomach, puss, ass and legs, covered. Tim said to his brother "Ready for the big show?"
Ben left the room and came back about 2 minutes later, with there dog brutus, he put a tanqulizer dart in me to keep me under, Tim positioned me on all fours with my head hanging down like a zomebie, i was so out of it, Tim then called brutus over, he came over and sniffed me for a couple of minutes and started licking my puss, it only took him a couple of seconds to catch on, he jumped on my back and stuck it in me straight away, immediatly, my body jumped foward so hard and fast it was amazing, but brutus kept up, he started fucking me like a mad rabbit and there was nothing i could do, he hurt like hell, and his knot was pushing aginst my pussy, he had to have about a 14" cock and a good 9 to 12" kept shoving in me, finally the knot, with a hard enough push, found it self in my hole, i let out the biggest scream, and there were tears gushing down my face, i was sort of crying from the pain, but brutus kept going, Tim and Ben moved to my face to shut me up, they both stuck there cocks in my mouth and started facing fucking me, i could barely breathe, brutus eventually started spraying into my puss, and it took like 10 mins for the knot to shrink enough, Ben and Tim had one more surprise, they rolled me over onto my back and Ben positioned himself behind me, Tim left the room for a couple of minutes, he came back with around 4 guys, his friends im guessing, Tim slowly shoved his cock into my ass as some of the guys helped lift me, he started fucking my ass, but that wasnt all.
One of the guys shoved his cock clean into my puss, i screamed again and cried a bit more, here i was being double fucked, it lasted about 20 minutes of each guy having a turn fucking me, each cumming in my puss, after all of them left, Tim said "ok, let's finish up with our big surprise" Tim layed me down on my back and stuck his cock in my pussy, it was so sore i could barely feel it anymore, Ben came over and said "you ready" Ben moved alongside Tim and slowly pressed against my puss with Tim, he slowly slid it into me, the pain was horraffic i started coming out of it and then dazing off again from the pain, he pushed all the way and it finally was in, 2 cocks in my puss, they both started fucking me like mad rabbits, it hurt like hell and was so sore, every thrust one of them made, made me let off a scream and a tear, i was crying more thne i was moaning but i was moaning, my body liked it as painful as it was, they both eneded up cuming in me again, cum squirting out of my puss since it was so full, Tim quickly pulled out though and grabbed a coke bottle, a 125ml coke bottle and put it up under my puss, some of the cum running out was going into the botle, it nearly filled half of it, it felt like my pussy was streched to the max, it was so numb and sore. Ben left the room and i was coming around again, Tim was still here, rolling me in the bed's cum, i was covered head to toe, esspecially my face, when i was around i called Tim a bastard and all he said was fuck you whore! He took pictures of me and said if i tell anyone these's pics go public, he also said he can have me anytime he wants unless I want the pics to go public, one final disgusting act was he said drink this or we'll start on you again today, reluctently, i grabbed the coke bottle and knew what it was, it was half full of cum, he said drink the thing in one go or i piss in your mouth bitch, i started drinking and skulling the cum, i nearly puked but i got there, just then Ben came back in, Tim told him I drank it, they both laughed, cum was dribbling out of my mouth, Tim and Ben came upto and Ben said "I'll go first" he grabbed his cock and started pissing on me, all over me, then he rubbed it in my puss and ass, and over my boobs, i started crying again, Ben left the room and tim said one more thing whore, Tim grabed my head and moved it so his cock went into my mouth, i felt his cock get all warm and he started pissing in my mouth, he said drink it all or ill make it worse, i swallowed it all, barely able to keep it down, the Tim elft the room, left me covered in cum and piss with cum and piss also dribbling out of my ass, puss and mouth...
Sorry for the long wait guys, tell me what you think, i think i stuffed up the ending and i liked the First story better, but give me ides's and reviews for maybe a next story, i don't have any idea's at the moment. Thanks.
Well my name is Ashley i'm 18, 163cm, slim build, brown hair with blonde highlights, weigh 49kg and am a 34C. Just as i told you'se last time.
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I woke up with June in my arms. I could feel her body tense against mine as I moved, and I wondered if she'd got any sleep at all during the night? I'd slept wonderfully, I didn't wake up once. I'd thought for sure I'd have needed to cum, but it hadn't worked out that way.
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"Good mor  June remained silent, I could sense the incredible disdain she was feeling and I thrust my finger in her pussy.   I slapped her across the face at the response. "Yes sir, you answer me as yes sir slut!" I pinched her nipples till she screamed. "Now you can cum slut!" On call June started to moan, I continued to hold her nipples in my hands, pinching them hard and twisting. June's knees were shaking so violently I thought she'd collapse on the floor, she had a finger buried in her pussy and her other hand was on her clit, rubbing hard. "That's it slut, tell me how it feels!" June was groaning, her body shuddering, I don't know if she heard a word I said. I pulled my hands from her tits and turned on the water, she screamed in shock as the cold water hit her, she tried to stand up but I pushed her back down. "Tell me when the water is warm enough for my shower slut!" I could see the goose pimples break out on her skin. She tried to cross her hands over her breasts to keep the cold water from her sensitive tits."Is the water getting warmer yet slut? She was shivering under the tepid stream. I left her like that till the water heater started to work, and as soon as it was hot enough, I climbed in. "Clean me good slave." I handed her a sponge and soap.   I grinned and tapped June on the head. "Good girl." I grabbed for her collar and got her to her feet. I pulled her along behind me into the other room and attached the chain so she couldn't go anywhere. When I slammed the door shut behind me as I left, I knew that my dear June was truly becoming the pet I envisioned.       I pushed away the locks of hair that fell over her face. "Just a few more seconds slut." Jim started hitting her tits harder with each blow. I twisted her head so she was looking at her friends in the cages. "Smile for your friends and let it all out!" There was a loud gushing sound as the enema water exploded into the bucket Lisa held. I could see the mix of relief and shame in Jaime’s face as I held her head toward the kennel. I could almost see the disgust in Tara's eyes. I got up and moved to Jaime’s side, I ran my hands over her belly and I could feel her muscles contracting as she tried to expel all the water in her ass. "Good girl, good girl, I want you all cleaned out so I can ram my dick home in your ass." Jaime was balling, Jim had stopped using the rod on her and was running his hands over her beautiful skin.  "Good, flip her over so you're still in her cunt, I want to take her ass, and I think she's up for a double penetration, don't you?" I didn't have to convince him, Jim rolled Jaime over so she laid a top him, his dick never leaving her tight hole.   I pushed Lisa toward Jim and had her lick him clean. She was slurping on his cock as we talked. "Want to go make dinner? We've got to feed these girls." Jim had his hands at the back of Lisa's head, his muscles spasmed involuntarily as she cleaned him.   "I can't believe you did this." Jim smacked me on the shoulder, as we started upstairs.  I hope you all like this addition any feedback send to bouncytig06@hotmail.com thanks Read Morening slave." I brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Are you disappointed I didn't fuck you in the night?"
"I love this little cunt. Tell me you're my whore!" I could feel her body shudder against mine as she started to cry. "Get off the bed!" I pushed June off the mattress and she fell to her knees on the floor. I reached down and took off her collar. "Get up, put your hands behind your head and show me that body of yours!" Her eyes were already moist. She stood up, hesitantly she put her arms up behind her head, I loved the way her tits looked, so young and taut. "Spread those legs wider slut." June eased her legs wide, she was so gorgeous. I could almost see her pussy twitching. I didn't know if she was starting to like it, or if it was just the embarrassment. "Why don't you spread that pussy of your so I can see your cute little pink snatch." June's arms trembled as she moved her fingers down to her labia and spread her lips, showing the shining pink flesh of her pussy.
"Do you want me to stick my cock in there and fill you up cunt?" June just stared at the floor. "Go kneel on the floor in the shower, rub that pussy till you're about to cum, I'll be in shortly!" I got up from the bed. My dick was aching; it was so sensitive I had to be careful. I called Jim on the phone to tell him to get over here by 4, I really couldn't wait much longer, it was going to be so much fun once he got here.
When I went into the bathroom June was kneeling on the floor in the shower, her fingers working away at her clit, her nipples were hard and her breasts jiggled enticingly.
"Are you ready to cum you fucking whore?" When she didn't respond I stepped into the shower and grabbed her hair, I arched her head back. "I said are you ready to cum you fucking whore?"
"Yes, yes."
June got reluctantly to her feet and started rubbing me down with the soap. She had gloriously soft hands. I placed my palms against the tiles and let her move over me. I loved the way the water ran in streams down her face and through her hair, it made her look so provocative.
"Rub those tits up against me!" I felt the hard points of her nipples against my back. "Don't forget to clean my dick, we wouldn't want it dirty when I fuck your friends, would we?" I almost lost it when June started cleaning my balls with the sponge. I was definitely going to get used to having this slut wash me every morning. When I got out of the shower I had her dry me down.
"Clean up slave. You have 20 minutes, then I want you on the floor next to the bed, on your knees with your hands behind your head waiting for me!" I put on a pair of loose fitting sweats and headed into the kitchen. I started making up the meal for the girls' lunch. Jim was going to be over early I hoped, maybe 3 if he could, 4 at the latest, and I still had a few things to do before he got here.
When I got back into the bedroom June was there on the floor like I'd told her. She didn't have enough time to completely dry her hair, but I liked it that way. I liked the way it was wet and dripping on her naked skin. I loved the way there was still a film of water on her belly and between her tits, I could almost imagine it was caused by a long fucking session. I like when my bitches get all hot and sweaty for me.
"Good girl." I held out her collar for her. "Put it on for me slut." I loved the way she stared at the collar with foreboding, then tenuously placed it around her neck.
"Tell me cunt, did you have a good orgasm this morning?" I clicked the lock shut on the collar. Her eyes stared up at me; there was a mixture of anger and despair in her deep hazel eyes. "I'm going to leave you in the room again today. I want you to tape yourself masturbating every 2 hours, just like yesterday, though, I expect a lot more effort today, do you understand?"
"Yes sir." Begrudgingly she replied.
"Tell me what you're going to do."
"I'm going to ma…" I grabbed her collar and pulled her so we were face-to-face, no more than an inch separated us.
"No slut, there are no more I's for you. You're my property now, a lowly piece of trash for me to do as I see fit with. You will always refer to yourself in the third person, you are my slut, my slave, my cunt, my whore, but no longer a person." I let go of the collar. "Now tell me what you're going to do?" I could see her cheek twitching as she sniffled out the words
"This whore is going to masturbate every two hours and tape it, she will work hard to cum..." she hesitated, "This whore will work hard to cum for you Master."
I went down into the basement, instead of going to the kennel side with the girls’; I headed off to my storage area. Right were I expected I found the old double mattress and box spring. They weren't heavy, so I started dragging them toward the kennel. When I opened the door all the girls stared at me as I moved in with the bed.
"Hello slaves!" Very subtly the girl's inched further back in the kennel. "I hope you didn't forget we have a visitor today." Emily and Jaime moved close together, they were almost touching, as if that gave them some kind of comfort. I set the frame down on the floor, and then put the mattress on top of it. I put it in the middle of the room, within clear site of the kennel the girls huddled in.
"Tara, get your ass out here, and take that shirt off!" I pointed to where I stood. The lines from her punishment were clearly visible on her ass and thighs still. It didn't seem to affect her gait, so I assumed it didn't hurt much anymore. She did have most beautiful breasts, and I loved the way they swayed as she walked.
"Get on your back!" I pointed to the mattress. Watching her hesitate, I knew she was considering the options of disobedience. Tara climbed on the bed, she put her hands to her sides, her legs were slightly open.
"Get those legs in the air cunt, spread them and keep them up. Get that pussy ready for me!" I knew she was filled with rage, desperate to fight against me, but she also knew I wasn't screwing around, especially not with her. Tara put her legs in the air, I could see the muscles in her thighs straining as she held them aloft. She put her hands down between her legs and started playing with herself. Her nipples grew slowly harder as she moved her fingers over her clit.
I dropped my sweats and took off my top. I started to stroke my cock; I could see Tara looking up between her splayed thighs watching me. The way her legs started to tremble, I knew she was starting to get aroused. I fell on her, slamming into her pussy with one brutal thrust. I grabbed for her hair and made her look up at me.
"Wrap those legs around me cunt, you'd better put more effort into this than anything you've ever done!" I was already pounding into her pussy, driving my prick home like a piston into her snatch. I felt her close those long, beautiful, legs around my back and lock her ankles together over my ass. I heard her grunt as I slammed down into her; she arched her hips up, fucking me back. "Scrub those titties against me slut, I want to feel those nipples on my skin!" Tara glared up at me, but she ground her breasts against my chest. She locked her arms around my back and bucked against my body as I fucked of her.†That’s it whore!" The bed creaked; I could feel the sweat of our bodies mixing. Tara had a tight little cunt and I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and squeezing me as I pulled my cock nearly out, then pounded back into her waiting hole. I grabbed her hair and arched her head back.
"How do you like that slut, do you like my dick slamming into you? You're just a fucking whore!" The sound of the bed creaking rang through the basement. I didn't even bother to look up and see what the other girl's were doing. I continued to bury my dick in Tara's inviting pussy, driving my balls against her ass. "I'm going to cum, fuck me bitch!" Tara slid her tits across my chest. I could feel her legs squeeze me tight as her ass hopped up and down off the mattress as I pounded down. "AAAHHHHHHH!" I felt my sperm fill her pussy. I could feel her holding me tight, her vaginal muscles spasmed and sucking in my cum deep in her belly. I kept ramming my dick in her till it hurt.
I finally collapsed a top her, she kept her arms and legs locked around me, her head was to the side, I could see the tears streaking down her cheek as she looked away from me.
It took a good ten minutes before I was willing to uncouple from my little whore. I stood up, my cock dripping; I dragged Tara across the bed by the shoulders till her head was hanging over the edge. I didn't bother telling her, I just bent down and thrust my waning cock in her mouth. I think she knew what I wanted her to do.
After Tara licked me clean, I left her on the bed as I pulled my dick from her mouth, she just laid there, her legs spread as I called for Emily.
"Get out here Emily, there's food upstairs, I need to you grab it." Emily slowly shuffled out of the kennel, she looked so scared. I followed Emily up the stairs, I put my sweats back on, but with the sensitivity of my cock it was almost too painful.
I put all the food on a tray for Emily to carry back down to the others. "When you've passed it all out, I want you to come back up here, and close the door behind you when you come back up, understand?" Emily barely looked me in the eyes; I thought she was going to start crying again.
It only took a few minutes, when she came back upstairs I took Emily into the living room and sat her down on the couch next to me. I wasn't much in the mood to do anything till Jim got here. Emily's body recoiled as I pulled her to me.
"Let's get that shirt off!" I lifted the long T-Shirt over her head. I caught myself staring at her tits, they were so beautiful, so perfect, her nipples were hard and pointed. "God you're so hot!" I ran my hand over her tits and belly.
I heard the dogs howl as they came in through the dog door. They were barking and wild after having spent most of the day playing outside. "Hey buddies." The dogs were jumping around in front of us. I could feel Emily press closer as the dogs started hopping on the couch. "This is one of my new whores." I introduced my dogs to my other pets. Spike forced his nose towards Emily's naked sex; she tried to press her legs together.
"God, stop him, stop him!" Emily started screaming as Spike pressed his snout between her legs and started licking her pussy. "Stop him, stop him, please!" I wrapped my arm around Emily and held her tight.
"Open those legs, let him have a taste, you have such a sweet little pussy." Spikes long moist tongue lapped against her clit. I could feel her body twitch as the big lab hit the right spot. "Spread those thighs." I pulled her knee wide so Spike had better access. He continued to lick away, I would have made him stop, but I loved the abject humiliation it raised in Emily.
I started pulling on Emily's nipples. She was whimpering, whining, begging me to have it stop.†That’s enough Spike." I pushed the big lab away. "Go get your food!" I pointed him toward the kitchen. For an instant he looked disappointed, then he bolted for his dish, Shadow followed closely behind.
I put my fingers on Emily's clit and started rubbing. "I think they liked you slut!" Emily was sobbing. "Lets watch some TV." I flipped on the tube, there wasn't anything good on, but I was fine holding my little slave in my arms, occasionally playing with her tits, or rubbing her clit till she started to sweat. I didn't make her cum; I didn't want to give her the release, yet. I was still trying to figure out when I was going to fuck her.
I kept looking up at the clock. I couldn't wait for Jim to get over. We'd known each other since we were children. I don't think there is anything we hadn't done together. We'd even fucked this one chick together once. We'd picked her up at the bar, some little college wench that got too drunk. It was summer so we took the slut out into the fields and fucked her brains out in the back of my truck. That was the first time I rammed my dick in a girl's ass, Jim had his dick in her pussy and I reamed her butt good. She'd passed out at some point, and when we were through with her, we left her in her car, cum plastered to her face after we jacked off on her. I would have given quite a bit to see the look in her eyes when she looked in the mirror that morning. I don't think there is much hotter than a cute girl with cum on her face.
I leaned over and started kissing Emily on the mouth. She tried to wrench her face away from mine, but I held her firm. She always whimpered like a hurt animal when I humiliated her, god I loved it.
I looked up at the clock again, 3:35, Jim had told me he'd try to get out early, but since I was the absent owner and he had to take care of a lot of the crap I didn't want to, I guess I shouldn't curse his name too much.
"I bet you can't wait slut, my buddy is coming over." I reached down and spread her pussy lips. "Don't worry. I'm not going to let him fuck you; you're my personal whore, you and June. I bet you can't wait to find out what I have in store for the two of you?" Emily's body jolted as the knock came at the door.
"Awesome, it's about fucking time." I got to my feet. "Get to your knees on the floor. Put your arms up behind your head, and make sure to spread those legs wide so Jimmy can get a good look at your snatch." Emily rolled despondently off the couch and got to her knees. Her breasts stretched as she put her hands up behind her head. "God you’re fucking hot!" I had to turn away from the lovely image as I ran to the door. What good is it having five cute slaves if you can't share them with somebody.
"Jim!" I put my hand out; I was so wired with excitement.
"So what's so damn important that I had to come over?’’ I think he probably had a clue, based on the car, but he played dumb.
"Get in here. I've got to show you something." I lead Jim in through the living room.
"So how's everything at the shop?" I had to get in a little bit of business, I knew in a few minutes I wouldn't be getting anything out of him about the shop.
"Fine, fine, nothing out of the norm, same old shit. Ted Johnson had to haul in his tractor, snapped a transm…" Jim went speechless when we walked into the entertainment room and saw Emily there, that gorgeous body, those beautiful titties and her legs spread wide. "Holy shit, what did you do?" Emily was visibly trembling.
"You know that car I told you about in the back field?"
"You kidnapped this little thing!" Jim was in front of Emily; he grabbed her nipple and started playing with her breast.
"Not just her, five of them, all cheerleaders'."
"Holy shit, holy shit. I heard about them on the radio..." Jim was too engrossed in the wonders of Emily's body to articulate more. "Holy shit!" Jim bent down and fingered Emily's pussy. "Have you fucked her yet?" He ran his hands over her stomach, then moved back to her tits.
"Not this one. I'm saving this one for a personal pet. I don't want to use her, yet."
"Holy shit!"
"Let me show you the others." I grabbed Emily by the arm and got her too her feet. I think she was actually happy to be pulled free of Jim's attentions.
"I've got the other one I've picked out in the back bedroom, you can have your choice of the rest. You're going to stay the night, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Jim couldn't take his eyes off Emily. I walked him back to the bedroom where June was. At first, when I opened the door June wasn't too shocked, then she saw Jim and I could see her body visibly tense.
"Holy shit!" I had to smile. I loved Jim's reactions, he was more surprised than I could have expected.
"This is my cock whore June."
"You're keeping her collared?"
"Yeah, what do you expect, they're my slaves." I grabbed Emily and pulled her close. "I'm waiting to put a collar on this one till after I fuck her."
"Holy shit."
"Tell my buddy what you're doing June." I could see her blush. I'm sure her mouth was so dry it was hard to get out the words.
"This cunt is masturbating every two hours and taping it for Master to see." She was talking into her chest as her face went deep red with shame.
"Let's get downstairs, I've got three more, and you can do whatever the hell you want with them." I put my hand around Emily's neck and led her out of the room behind Jim.
"I can't believe you kidnapped 5 girls."
"I didn't plan it. It just played out perfectly. They're car broke down, nobody knew where the hell they were, and…" I really didn't know any way of rationalizing what I'd done. I think Jim was too much in shock to say much. We walked down the stairs and into the kennel. The room went absolutely silent when Jim passed through the door. I could see his eyes go wide. "These are my new pets." I held tight to Emily's neck and moved her toward one of the dog cages on the floor.
"Get in there." I pushed her down to the floor so she had to crawl into the cage. I think she was a little shocked as I put the pin in the door and locked her in.
I moved back to where Jim was standing, his eyes locked on the girls huddled in the kennel.
"I can't believe you did this."
"What, do you have a problem with it? I didn't forget about you, I'm going to give one of them to you after all, well, that is if you want one? Don't tell me you've got all celibate on me and don't want a personal slave?" He looked at me, for a second he was expressionless, but then a small grin came to his face. I didn't wait for any further response. "Tara, take that shirt off and get over here. Show Jim the punishment I had to give you." The look on Tara's face was vicious. She took off the old T-Shirt and moved slowly toward the door. "Get that ass over here!" When Tara was close at hand I grabbed a clump of hair and made her bend at the waist, I turned her so her ass was inches from Jim. "Tara volunteered to show the other girls what would happen to them if they didn't behave." Jim ran his fingers over the red lines crossing Tara's ass and thighs. "Crawl back into your cage slut!" I let got of Tara's hair and pushed her to the floor. She crawled on her hands and knees back into the cage.
"That other one, that's Lisa. She's not a bad cock sucker, though, I've just had her clean my dick after I fucked Tara's pussy, I haven't tested how good she is at swallowing cum yet." "And the other one, hell, I can't even remember her name, but look at those tits."
"We should call her Tits." Jim seemed to be coming around. "Yeah, we should call her Tits, that's a good name, don't you think?" Jim looked at me, wonder in his eyes.
"Hey Tits, get the hell out here." Jaime started shaking but just stood still. I could see Lisa nod her head in my direction, telling her to come to me. "Tits, get your ass out here!" She was so nervous her knee gave way and she almost tumbled to the ground, but Tara grabbed hold of her just before she fell. As soon as she neared the kennel door I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her full into the basement. I slammed the door behind and locked it shut. "Tits, what the fuck were you thinking, when I say to do something, you do it!" I pushed her out into the centre of the room, right near the bed. "Get those clothes off Tits." Her whole body was shaking like a leaf.
"I…I…can't." The tears streaked down her face, taking any residual make up with them.
"What? Would you rather I did it for you?" I pointed to the rags that had once been Tara's clothes on the floor." Her hands were shaking violently. She moved slowly, she was barely able to undo the zipper on her vest. I could see Jim was getting anxious, I try not to notice these things about guys, but he clearly had a hard on.
"I've got an idea Jim, you wait here, make sure she strips and I'll be right back." Jaime, or Tits, had just got the little skirt down around her ankles as I started out for the workshop. I was only gone a couple minutes, and when I got back downstairs Jaime was in her panties and bra. I thought Jim was going to pounce on her as he watched her, barely acknowledging my presence. "Look what I got." I held up a couple long thin leather bootlaces, and a couple more alligator clips. They were like the ones I'd used on Tara, but the teeth weren't as sharp. "And look at these." I held up a handful of lead fishing weights. "Let's get this bitch undressed and then have some fun." I didn't need to prod Jim on, he moved toward the girl with cat like quickness. He grabbed one arm and I grabbed the other. Jaime struggled mightily, kicking and screaming, but she was no match for Jim and I.
We popped Jaime’s bra off revealing her huge tits. She had big brown aureoles, we tossed her face down on the bed and ripped off her panties, we left her little shoes on, she was so cute, her body was so tight, and those tits… "Get the fuck up your, show us those tits!" Jaime picked her face up off the mattress; she looked at me with pleading eyes, hoping that I wasn't going to make her do it. I smacked her ass hard with my open hand; I kept bringing down my palm till her skin glowed red.
"Come on slut, show us your tits, you should be proud of them!" I knew she wasn't, they'd probably been an object she'd rather forget, guys staring at her breasts instead of her eyes, always trying to cop a feel. Jaime got to her feet on wobbly knees.
"Put those hands behind your head and push out those tits!" I don't know what size they were, but they were huge, and perfectly formed, no sags, the perfect forms of youth. I reached out and grabbed her nipples, I twisted them violently and pulled her too me. "How do you like cock slut?" I smiled as I pushed her to her knees. "Go ahead Jim, it looks like you're about to blow!" I slapped Jaime’s breast hard, it was a beautiful sound, as soon as she opened her mouth to scream Jim rammed home. He showed the girl no mercy, she wasn't overly big in the first place, and when Jim's cock buried to the hilt, I could see the bulge in her throat as she started to gag. I grabbed hold of her wrists before she could try to push him away and forced them behind her back.
Jim forced the length of his shaft in Jaime’s mouth, her face was going red, her tits shuddered like jell-o, her head was so tight to his body her nose was pressed into his crotch.
"That's it cunt, swallow my cock!" Jim bellowed out. I thought the girl was going to pass out, as he started jack hammering her head on his prick. I loved the slurping sound, no, it wasn't a slurping sound really, that doesn't do justice to the violence, and the manic way he fucked her. She was gagging, desperately trying to take in the intrusion; I don't know that she'd ever given a blowjob before?
Jim used Jaime’s hair to ram his cock in; with each thrust I could see the bulge grow in her mouth, as he got deeper and deeper. Holding Jaime’s arms in one hand I used my other to grab those tits. They were so big I couldn't even fit one in my palm; I dug my fingers into her flesh, ripping at those monster tits. Her nipples had gone hard, and they were so fun to play with. I could hear her react as I pinched them, though the cock in her mouth muffled most of the scream. Jim had both hands on the back of Jaime’s head, he was driving her down on him brutally, he rammed his hips forward in one final attack as he blew in her mouth, he let out a guttural roar as the cum flooded Jaime’s mouth. I could see the sperm bubbling out of her mouth as her lips tried to make a seal on his cock.
"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah." Jim held Jaime’s mouth on his cock till every last drop was drained from his prick. When he finally pulled out he started slapping Jaime’s tits.
"Holy shit, I've never had my cock sucked like that." Jaime collapsed on the floor in a heap, she tried to cough up much of the sperm, but Jim had shot a good portion straight down her throat.
"Get her up on the bed." Jim and I grabbed for an arm each, we dragged the limp body up on the bed, laying her on her back. "I'm going to tit fuck this bitch." I'd used girl's tits before to try and cum, but I'd never had cushions like this to rest my cock in. I straddled Jaime; she looked up at me with vacant eyes as I set my dick in the cleft of her breasts. "Come on slut, push those tits around my dick." I slapped her breast with my open hand. Her tits were red from the abuse already.
"Come on whore, make a soft home for daddy's cock!" I was just about to slap her again when she reluctantly pushed her huge breasts together. Her mouth was wet and sticky with cum; it formed little bubbles around her lips as she breathed.
"Push harder cunt. How do you like the feel of my cock on your tits." I started fucking her breasts. I pinched her nipples hard as I kept sliding my cock between her mounds.
"That's it bitch, push those tits tight, make me cum." I saw her eyes go wide. At first I didn't know why, then I heard her whine and I looked back and saw Jim holding Jaime’s legs wide, he had his tongue buried in her pussy, and by the look in her eyes, I knew it was working. I continued to rub my ass over her chest, forcing my prick in the little channel her breasts formed. I tugged hard on Jaime’s nipples, straining the skin as I pumped between her breasts. "Come on whore, do you want me to cum on your face?" I pulled my dick from the glorious padding; I put the head of my cock just above her lips and started jacking off. I didn't have to wait long; I was so ready to blow. My cock started jerking and spurted a huge load right on her face. The sticky white sperm shot in streaks over her forehead, and I drained the last few drops into her eye, it pooled over her lashes. As a final degradation I forced my cock in Jaime’s mouth, she coughed and tried to twist away, but I held her head still. "That's it cunt, lick me clean. Suck that cum from my prick!" I loved the way her tongue moved over the underside of my cock. She was probably just trying to breathe, but the movement was glorious. I felt an air of contentment over me as I pulled my dick free.
"Holy shit. I'm sorry I ever doubted you, these girls are fucking awesome." Jim smacked my on the back.
"Want to have a little fun with this cunt?" I pointed to the floor and the leather straps, then to Jaime lying on the bed, she just lay staring at the ceiling, the cum plastered to her face.
"What do you have in mind?" I'd obviously never told Jim about my love of breast torture. I've always loved the way clamps look on tits, but better yet, what they look like when wrapped…
"You'll see." I grinned. "Let's get this whore to her feet!" We reached down and picked the dazed girl from the bed. I took a leather belt and pulled it over her elbows, I cinched it tight, bringing her arms together and forcing out those huge tits. I put another belt around her wrists to restrain her further. I pushed Jaime back on the bed, I knew she didn't have a clue what I was going to do, but the fear, the abject terror, was visible in her eyes. "Watch this." I took one of the long leather laces and made a noose at one end. I looped it over one of the girl's monster tits and pulled it tight. I squeezed it so her breast constricted at the base, then I started wrapping the leather around and around, each loop making her breast bulge more. Jaime looked down at her chest, she tried to stutter out a few words, but nothing came. "Give me the other one." I formed another loop and pushed it down to the base of her tit. Soon both breasts were bulging red balls.
"Lick your nipples cunt." I forced my finger inside Jaime’s pussy; her eyes went wide with the penetration. "I said lick them!" I started thrusting in and out as Jaime lifted her head and arched it forward. She stuck out her tongue and touched the nipple on one of her monster knockers. She closed her thighs on my hand; I knew finger fucking her was having an effect. Jaime barely grazed her nipples with her tongue. A few drops of cum ran down her face and onto her breasts as she moved her head. "Jim, the clamps." He tossed me the metal clamps I'd brought downstairs.
"No, no, you can't, please…" Jaime’s body trembled as I brought the alligator clip near her nipple. "Please, god, please." The clamp had teeth, but they were more rounded, and blunt, than the ones I'd used on Tara. Jaime screamed as I closed the teeth down on her swollen nipple. She flung her head side to side with the pain.
"That's it whore, scream for me." I brought the other clamp to her naked breast. She was still flailing her head side to side as I shut the teeth down on her breast.
"Get up slut!" I grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to a standing position
"Keep those legs wide!" Jaime bobbed from leg to leg like a boxer. I grabbed the largest fishing weight I could find in the pile and attached it to one of the clamps; Jaime’s already strained nipple was tugged down further. She wailed in pain even louder as I attached a weight to the other breast. "Dance for us slut!" I'd found a wooden dowel rod in the shop, it was about 3/8" in diameter and flexed nicely. I laid a stripe down on Jaime’s tit and made her howl. Jaime started hopping around, bouncing from leg to leg. She wasn't moving fast enough so I laid a stripe on her ass. "Dance for me, dance like you were cheering!" The lead weights swung from her tits, I'd clipped them in place on the clamps so they wouldn't come free no matter how much she moved, her tits were growing redder by the second. When Jaime came to a momentary halt I flicked the rod up between her legs. I caught her straight on the clit, her whole body jerked to life and her screams got even louder. Her monster tits bucked up and down, a film of perspiration grew on her body. She looked all the more naked with her cute gym shoes on. "Move bitch, dance for me!" I handed Jim the rod and went to the kennel.
"Get out here Lisa!" There was a look of shock in her face, as if she was immune to my attentions. When she got to the door I grabbed for her arm and held her tight. I dragged her toward where Jaime was hopping around, the rod landing on her ass or belly every few seconds. "Jim, take this rope and tie it around her wrists, then toss it up over the beam so she has to bend at the waist. I dragged Lisa into the bathroom. "You're going to give your friend an enema. We're going to take her up the ass later, and I want her nice and clean for my dick, do you understand?" Lisa started crying. "Do you want to give her warm water or cold?" I turned on the taps. "I guess since you're not answering, you want to use cold?"
"No, no, please…" I grabbed an enema bottle from the little closet. I made Lisa fill it with warm water.
"Come on slut!" I grabbed Lisa by the arm and dragged her out into the basement. Jim had Jaime bent at the waist. He was tapping her tits slowly with the rod, not very hard, but Jaime was wailing like a banshee.
I grabbed Lisa by the hair and pulled her face to mine. "I want you to give Tits here an enema. I want your tongue in her ass crack to catch any drops that seep out." I didn't know if Lisa could see through the tears in her eyes. When I let go of her hair she knelt down behind Jaime, she pushed her legs wider, spreading them so she had better access. Jim stopped beating Jaime’s breasts so he could watch.
Jaime started squealing when Lisa inched the hose up her ass. Lisa had to use her finger to massage the sphincter muscle open. Both girls were sobbing uncontrollably and I loved it, my dick was aching again already.
"Here, let me have that, you take care of her!" I took the enema bag from Lisa and held it aloft; the warm water started flooding into Jaime’s ass. Her body was shaking like mad; I could see the strain in her arms as the water filled her. I pushed Lisa's head into the crack of Jaime’s ass. "Spread those cheeks, and I mean it, I don't want a fucking drop to hit the floor!" Lisa started balling like a child, but she drove her tongue between Jaime’s legs.
The water kept filling Jaime’s ass, I could see her squirming. When the last drops seeped into her body I set the bag on her back and walked around to her head. I knelt on the ground and looked her in the eyes. I grabbed hold of the weights dangling from her bulbous breasts and tugged down.
"You'd better hold it in slut until I tell you, otherwise Lisa is going to have to lick it all off the floor, and you wouldn't want that, would you?" I sent the weights swinging from her breasts. Jaime was blubbering. "I want you all cleaned out when I fuck your ass!"
I stood up and moved behind Lisa, she was busy catching the dripping water with her tongue. Jaime cried out as a cramp ripped through her belly.
"Please, god please…" A new, louder scream erupted from Jaime’s chest mid-sentence. The weights on her nipples shook in arcs from her red, constricted breasts.
I nodded to Jim; he knew exactly what I wanted. He moved to the side of Jaime’s bent body and started tapping the tops of her tits, not hard, but the way they were tied and bulging, the girl started screaming.
Jaime let out a horrific wail as he brought the rod hard down on her tits. I ran my hand through Lisa's hair as she was busily lapping away at Jaime’s ass. Jim continued to softly tap Jaime’s breasts, this time hitting them from below. I handed Lisa a large bucket and pulled the tube from Jaime’s body. I could see her trying to clinch her sphincter as much as she could to keep the water in. I walked around to her head and got on my knees. Jim laid a vicious blow on the underside of her tits just as I was looking her in the eyes, she tried to scream and beg at the same time.
"Please, please, stop this!"
I tossed Lisa a towel. "Dry her off, then go dump the water in the bathroom." I reached under Jaime’s body and removed the clips from her breasts, after a few seconds her body was writhing, she twisted from side to side, a torrent of screams rang though the basement. I knew when we undid the straps around her breasts she'd scream even more.
I stared to let down the rope holding Jaime’s wrists in the air. After Lisa had come back from the bathroom, she knelt on the floor and I was very pleased.
I pushed Jaime back down on the bed. She rolled around on her back, trying to relieve the throbbing pain in her tits. I turned to look at Lisa, she was staring at Jaime.
"Why don't you strip for us Lisa?’’ There was an instant of hesitation, but barely long enough to be noticeable. She got to her feet and started stripping from her outfit like a woman possessed, she got out of all her clothes in less than a minute, even her shoes. Her nipples were already hard, and I was in heaven when I saw that she was shaved clean. "That's awesome!" I moved over to where Lisa stood, she held her arms to her sides, but she still tried to bring them in as I moved toward her, as if to cover herself. I ran my hand over her smooth pussy, stopping long enough to pinch her clit between my fingers. I held it tight and tugged her toward me a little. She softly yelped, and moved her dainty feet closer too me.
"I bet you can't wait for us to fuck you?" She looked demurely to the floor.
"Go straddle your friends face for awhile. Let her lick you up instead of you licking her. And I want you to play with her tits a little." I let go of Lisa's clit, for a second I don't think she knew what to do, but then she started moving toward the mattress, her breasts moving gently as she walked. Lisa climbed on the bed; she was hesitant to crouch on Jaime’s face.
"That's it, just straddle her face and push your pussy down." I could see Lisa's body jolt when her sensitive flesh touched Jaime’s. I moved over to the bed and sat on the edge. I thrust a finger in Jaime’s pussy.
"It's time for you to repay the favour Tits, start licking your friend till she cums. And you," I pointed to Lisa, "start playing with those tits." Jaime tentatively pushed her tongue against Lisa's pussy making her friend groan, and then Lisa grabbed for Jaime’s nipples and started to tug on them. Both girls whimpered softly in obvious shame. After a few moments Lisa could barely keep her eyes open, she was bumping and grinding her hips against Jaime’s face, in her own world of pleasure she seemed oblivious to Jaime’s suffering, sometimes she tugged hard on Jaime’s tits till a loud scream erupted.
I moved in and grabbed for Lisa's breasts, I cupped them in my hands and started moulding them in my fingers. It was the final push Lisa needed, her body shook under my touch, and she flexed her thighs, squeezing Jaime’s head between. She was moaning loud, I could see her juices coating Jaime’s lips.
"Okay, that's enough!" Lisa's eyes shot open, suddenly brought back into the reality of what was happening. Her face went flush immediately and she opened her legs, lifting herself off Jaime’s face. I nodded to Jim and we began undoing the straps looped around Jaime’s breasts. "Massage her tits." Lisa moved her hands to Jaime’s breasts and began rubbing her fingers over the deflating mounds. Jaime kicked her legs as the leather came free and blood started flowing back into her tits, she beat the mattress with her feet and started screaming. Red marks crisscrossed her tits where Jim had beaten her with the rod. Lisa delved her fingers deep into Jaime’s breasts, antagonizing her friend's already sensitive skin. The concentric circles of the leather shone clearly on Jaime’s breasts as Lisa expertly used her fingers making Jaime howl continuously.
I got up and pulled Lisa off the bed, her pussy was still wet and her labia were swollen. I started fingering her till her knees started to buckle. Jim climbed on the bed. I knew he wanted to fuck Jaime bad. He grabbed her tits and squeezed tight, eliciting a pitiful wail from her, then he forced his knee between her legs and spread her wide. As soon as her cunt was exposed, Jim rammed home, brutally slamming his dick to the hilt. Jaime’s body bucked off the bed and she screamed till I thought her voice would go. Jim rabbit fucked the girl; her legs splayed wide, spasming and kicking in the air. There was absolutely no gentleness with the way he fucked her.
I pushed Lisa to her knees and forced my cock her mouth, she gagged and tried to push me away, but I held her firm and made her get me hard. The bed creaked loud through the basement, Jim grunted with each thrust, driving his full weight onto Jaime’s hips. It didn't take long for him to bellow, driving his dick deep, and then spending his load in Jaime’s pussy. I heard the girl stop crying out in pain and start to groan in abject humiliation.
I let Jim lay there, impaled on the girl, savouring the cushioning of her tits under his chest. "Are you still hard buddy?" Jim looked up; his body was covered in sweat from the exertion.
"Yeah."
Jaime started crying before I even got on the bed. I spread her legs wide and forced my finger in her anus, she squealed like a stuck pig. Jim had hold of her tits and was rubbing the red swollen flesh.
Jaime turned her head to look as me when I climbed on the bed. Her body tensed as I ran my cock over the crack of her ass, then I sought out her nether hole. I grabbed Jaime by the hair and arched her head back.
"Don't fight it bitch, it won't hurt as much." I pushed the head of my cock against her cute little anus. I spit down between her cheeks trying to get some lubrication. Jaime started screaming as I started driving forward. She was so tight, and her ass didn't want to give, but I kept pushing the head of my cock against her till I started to get some penetration. Jim had his mouth locked on Jaime’s, forcing her to kiss him. Slowly, almost centimetre-by-centimetre I was forcing my prick in her ass. Jaime’s body jumped with each little bit I moved forward. She was so tight it hurt; I smacked her on the ass repeatedly, driving my cock deeper.
"That's it slut, open up for me!" I could feel the muscles in Jaime’s ass loosen slightly and I took advantage, trying to force more and more of my dick in her hole. I started fucking her slowly, barely getting much movement, but still it was heaven. Jim thrust methodically into Jaime’s pussy, arching his hips and completing the double penetration. Soon the two of us got into a sort of rhythm, timing our fucking perfectly, in and out of her cunt and ass like a machine. Jaime was balling uncontrollably, feeling every inch of our cocks in her holes. I took hold of hips trying for more leverage, she was so tight it was hurting me, but I wasn't going to stop. I started pumping faster and faster into Jaime’s ass, she was still so incredibly tight it hurt, but she seemed to be opening up little by little. I held tight to her hips and used them to fuck her harder and harder. I knew I was about to cum, I would have liked to hold out longer, but the groaning little girl impelled me on. When I couldn't hold it I shot my load in her ass. I rammed home, trying to get my whole dick in her, Jaime wailed out as I filled her with my cum.
"Aahhhhhh!" I pulled her hips back to drive my cock deeper. I couldn't believe how good she felt. I smacked her ass, whipping her like a jockey on the stretch run. I thought my head would explode it felt so good. I don't know how long I stayed buried in the girl. I finally pulled out with a pop. As soon as I was free Jim started driving his hips up, his arms were around Jaime, pressing her tits into his chest as he fucked her like a beast. I moved in front of Lisa and forced my cock towards her mouth. There was a fear in her eyes and she opened wide and took me in. I watched in sick fascination as Jim rammed home into Jaime’s cunt. I ran my hand through Lisa's hair as she clamped her mouth down on my dick, her tongue was weaving over my cock when Jim roared out, driving upwards, almost lifting Jaime off the bed as he came in her pussy.
"HOLY SHIT!" Jim smacked Jaime’s ass, continuing to buck up into her pussy.
I pulled out of Lisa's mouth and ran my dick through her hair, her soft locks felt awesome on my prick. It took a few minutes before Jim could recover, he held Jaime next to him, crushing her tits against his body. After a few minutes he pushed her off him and got to his feet. "Thank you SO much. We should have done something like this years ago!"
"Yeah…" he groaned, "yeah, lets do that." He pushed Lisa off his dick. "Yeah, lets do that. My balls need a break already." He tapped Lisa on top of the head.
"Get Jaime in the kennel Lisa." I helped Lisa to her feet, she almost had to carry Jaime into the cage, Jaime’s legs were still twitching, and her breasts were bright red.
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Tara woke up in an interrogation room, she had been wrapped in a blanket and allowed to rest in a cushioned chair. There was a large black cop in the room with her who carefully sat down across the table from her when she came to.
“How ya feelin' ?†he asked, his voice was deep and reassuring. “Our lady cop is off-duty this week I'm afraid but I'm a kind man you don't need to be scared o me.†Tara nodded to the man, his badge read F. Jones and she wanted to trust him. “My name is Frank, we know from your ID that you are Tara Adams the same girl who was forcibly taken by the basketball team a while back. I'm sorry miss but you'll have to explain what happened to you tonight - those boys didn't come back did they?â€Â
“N-no sir
“Do you know how many?†Frank asked her calmly.
“Eight, I - I think it was eight, nine with Keith, my step- my mom's new husband†Frank nodded and asked her if she knew there names. “No, I'm sorry. I didn't recognize them.â€Â
“That's okay. I'm going to go tell the guys outside what you told me, and we'll have a doctor come in and check you out. Make sure there isn't any serious damage and all that.†Tara nodded and Frank left. As soon as the door was closed she burst into tears and sobbed violently. She didn't know how long she was in there but the next person to open the door was a thin, distinguished looking man in a doctor's gear.
“Hey there. I'm Dr. Mowers I'm going to be looking you over. If you please, follow me, there is a room at the rear of the station with an examination table.†Tara got up and followed the handsome man down a few winding hallways and down a flight of stairs. They eventually came to a halt outside a door with Dr. Mower's name on it. He unlocked it and motioned Tara to lie down on the bed which was on the far wall. “I'll step outside for a moment and let you get changed. There are some gowns in the cupboard under the sink.
Tara did not want to remouve her clothes, but she did so anyway, pulling the large medical gown around her. She climbed onto the bed, and waited for Dr. Mowers.
When he came back in, Frank Jones was with him. “I do apologize for not having a woman on staff Miss Adams, but Mr. Jones will be a good substitute for now. He is here for your protection.†Tara nodded meekly, she began to feel afraid. Frank helped Dr. Mowers lock her ankles into the little foot-holders at the end of the bed, and Frank also held her hands firmly.
“I know this is probly scary Tara, but its just a little exam and we don't want you to panic and hurt yourself.†Frank told her calmly as Dr. Mowers pulled out a large speculum and a bottle of medical lube.
“Now, this is going to be a bit cold I'm afraid, so don't be startled.†Mowers told her. Soon Tara could feel something sliding into her pussy. The doctor had used a lot of lube, so it didn't hurt much, but she was still very sore from her torture earlier. “There, that's one.†Mowers said and he reached for another speculum. This one, he explained to Frank, was for her anus. “Its clear she has been taken anally as well, for her sake I'll check both at once.†Dr. Mowers slid the anal speculum in and Tara felt him open and lock both tools wide open, exposing her insides. “Oh dear, its seems she has showered. But there is a lot of use here I can see. There will be no specific proof of rape, due to the soap and water, but to be sure this one has had a good hard fucking. Probably, as she says by at least nine grown men.†Something in Dr. Mower's tone changed when he said 'fucking' and 'no proof' it made Tara's blood run cold.
“What can we do for her then doc?†Frank asked, his grip on Tara tightening as she squirmed in fear.
“Well, I can't say for sure. Put her arms down Frank, she can't go anywhere with her legs strapped in. Come look at the damage.†Frank released her wrists and walked to the foot of the bed, peering over the gown which was resting on her knees, into Tara's most private places. “Look here for example.†Tara felt a brush against her clit and it sent a tremor through her body. “See how large and responsive it is? She had certainly had a lot of sex recently. See how she shudders?†Again, Tara felt him brush his fingers over her clit, and her breath became ragged.
“Ain't that something doc.†Frank said “can I giver a go?â€Â
“Sure!†Mowers replied, and soon Frank was rubbing Tara's clit. He was gentle at first, still playing up their charade, but soon he was pinching and pulling it too. Tara tried to pull her hips away, but her legs where held securely. She began to sweat, she could feel an orgasm building, god he was SO GOOD! But it was all so WRONG he was supposed to be helping her arrest Keith not pleasuring her.
“Ooooooh†she moaned. “Please, don't - ahhhh - don't do this, I need your help please!†Mowers was pulling things out of drawers now, she couldn't see what but she was scared. Frank bent down and licked her clit lightly, causing Tara to buck violently against her bonds. She moaned some more as her sucked her hard, waves of pleasure wracked her abused body, he was so gentle - so GOOD at what he was doing, it was like being back with Ethan the evening before.
Tara's mind was in turmoil, her body was still so sensitive and Frank so gentle that she couldn't help but moan for more, but she knew as well that theye'd never belive her now, what kind of rape victim loves sex, forced above all? She was panting now, still half-assedly begging him to stop.
Mowers was back now, and she felt him doing something with her ass. She felt the speculum get wider and then, slide out slowly. There was something still in her though! She couldn't see any of what was going on but she could certainly feel him gently pushing and pulling some object in and out of her ravaged hole. With all the lube from the speculum, it didn't really hurt but Tara was so scared of what would come next. The pace of Mowers' thrusts became quicker and Tara couldn't help but release a deep groan of pleasure, he too was very gentle both men seemed intent on only pleasuring her and they did so perfectly.
The two men remouved the speculum from her vagina and Frank, still rubbing and sucking her swollen clit slid a finger in gently. He was a large man and even one finger was a lot, especially after so much abuse. He began frigging her wet cunt diligently, teasing her g-spot like no man had done before. Finally, Tara's begging changed tone.
“Ooooh, please please let me cum ahhhhhh†she said it so quietly she was unsure of wether or not he heard her, but she was far to embarrassed to repeat herself. Soon though, Frank's motions we steadier and Tara was on her way to full release. Mowers continued fucking her ass with whatever toy he had pulled out, and the two men matched each others pace and kept it steady until Tara's back arched in exctasy and she screamed as she came violently, not just once but at least four time, squirting her juices all over the doctor and cop. “YEESS! OH FUCK! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH . . .†Tara was in heaven that moment, she collapsed when at last the orgasms ended, she was panting.
“Glad to see you are still able to enjoy sexual encounters.†Dr Mowers said as he popped the anal toy out of her, sending another small orgasm through her tired body. “Its something we like to test for you see, to see how intensive the psychological damage is. Now, we'd like to keep you here for a day or so while you heal, and we investigate the crimes commited against you. Frank here will take you to a cell, and you can make any phone calls you have to there.â€Â
Soon, Tara was on the phone with Ethan again, her voice still weak from cumming so hard. “I think they will help me sir, I just have to stay a day or two so I'm safe. I haven't mentioned you yet but if they ask me where I'm going when I'm allowed to leave I'll say your place, because you were so kind last time.â€Â
“Okay precious, you do sound better but I wish you hadn't had so much fun with those men.†Ethan's voice was tired not angry. “We'll have a little chat about that when you're out.â€Â
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All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.
This was Thursday morning, the fourth day of my week’s holiday, but as we had workmen building a garage for us, I was making myself busy around the house. So here I was in the bed room, picking up the children’s clothes ready to put into the washing basket, when I heard the boss of the workmen calling me from down stairs.
“Mrs Holmlund. Can you spare me a moment?â€Â
“Be right with you.â€Â
I made my way back downs
So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study. My confidence and literally all my breath was taken from me as I looked at the screen to see what he had displayed.
“What do you make of this?â€Â
I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the blood had drained from my face.
“Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what about these emails, I bet Mr Holmlund doesn’t know about these?â€Â
I tried my best to sound in control.
“You shouldn’t be looking in my private mail account.â€Â
“Ok then. If you want to get silly about this. I’ve printed a few of these emails out on paper, and I’ll make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a wife has been up to.â€Â
“No you can’t.â€Â
“Can’t! Who says I can’t?â€Â
“But please. I haven’t been unfaithful to him. It’s just words on the internet.â€Â
“So he won’t mind then. Will he?â€Â
“Please I beg you, please don’t tell him.â€Â
“If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?â€Â
“What do you mean?â€Â
â€ÂYou know what I mean. Will you fuck?â€Â
“No. You can’t ask that of me. Please. I’ve never so much as kissed another man since I got married.â€Â
“My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?â€Â
Well I guess at this stage, I’d better explain exactly what this man had found, and what my situation was. My Name is Camilla Erricson, I’m married to Göran, and we have two beautiful children Helle aged 3 and Björn 6. I am 32, and I’ve been so very wicked. My Göran is so sweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly. I really do love him with all my heart, but! I know you’re thinking, ‘with true love there can be no buts’. In truth, I would never cheat on Göran, even if the most handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I have a dark side, and like Lady Chatterley, I don’t think we are given these dark thoughts for no reason.
So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I made a search for ‘sex’. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites to visit. After I’d browsed around about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos that I found crude. I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasn’t what I was looking for. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing I needed. It was just my sex life with Göran was so safe and predictable, I thought there had to be something more. Then, reading through the search results, I saw a site that was free, didn’t need you to register, and contained adult stories. I had no idea what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of material available was mind blowing.
Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some very wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. There were even stories of women having sex with animals! But the idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them. Reading these other stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know, wet. But even though I was now hooked on reading these stories, they were in the majority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, just an excuse for describing sexual activity. Then one day I read a story, and it all seemed so innocent, it was only the fact of where the story was posted, that let me know something was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main character in the story. I won’t go into detail, but this poor innocent; and normal housewife was tricked into various situations, ending up with her starring in a porn video, and being gang raped.
Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had me in a trance. I’d been fingering myself all the time I’d been reading, and it was a long story. How many times I’d come I can’t remember. Well I read this same story over and over again for three days running, each time getting the same thrill, imagining myself to be the central character. This one day I plucked up courage, and emailed the author, he’d left some silly little statement at the end of his story, asking for girls from England to email him. Well I hadn’t mentioned it, but I’m from Sweden, and proud of it, but I emailed him anyway.
Then I waited and waited. Day after day I’d dash to the PC after work to see if he’d replied. Three days, no reply. On the fourth day, I’d had to do some shopping on the way home, and by the time I got home my Göran was already there. So I just thought, it’s not worth risking looking now, he won’t have replied anyway. And even if he does, what will he want to say to me? So it wasn’t until the next morning, Göran had just left for work; the children were having breakfast, so I opened my mail. There it was; he’d replied to me.
It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal, but he’d supplied me with a list of the stories he’d written, and told me which site they were available on. I once again won’t go into detail, but when I couldn’t actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he kindly pasted the whole text of a story into an email for me. In fact it was three emails, containing Parts one, two, and three of a series he’d written.
I started reading the story, and was once again, immediately the central character. This girl was I guess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, and circumstance. Then as the story progressed, it moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of animal sex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in my mind, I was this girl, and after being gang raped, they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly, this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, this was real hard-core animal sex, not just dogs, but then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved every word of it, and I couldn’t stop reading.
So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow found this story on my PC, and then read my emails to and from the author. Well I’d been ashamed of myself before, when only I knew what I’d been doing. But now this horrible builder man knew, I felt really humiliated. But if my Göran ever found out, I’d kill myself! I could never look him in the eye again.
So back to my predicament.
 “My, aren’t we the little angel. So what about these stories you’ve been reading?â€Â
“They're nothing. I read them with my husband.â€Â
“You bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husband has no idea you read this shit!â€Â
“But they’re just stories.â€Â
“Ok then. Let’s see shall we? I’ll print one out, and you can read it to me.â€Â
“If I read one, will you promise not to tell Göran?â€Â
“Well maybe. Let’s see if it gets me turned on first.â€Â
He’d soon got the printer churning out page after page, and before it had finished, he’d picked up the first few sheets, and handed them to me.
“Come-on then, you sit here and I’ll stand behind you.â€Â
He got up from my revolving computer chair, and sat me down. I didn’t know if I would be able to read the dirty words this story contained out aloud. But I knew that I had to do something to avoid my beloved Göran finding out what a wicked woman I’d been.
As I started reading, his arms reached around from behind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent such a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my nipples instantly became hard. I stopped reading.
“Please no. I don’t like you touching me.â€Â
“I don’t care what you like. You know the alternative. Now get reading, and think yourself lucky I haven’t got your knickers off.â€Â
I resumed my reading, as his fingers were manipulating my nipples through the thin material of my blouse and bra. The story was now getting to the build-up of the first sexual action, and this by itself would have me getting wet. But with his manipulation of my breasts, I could feel a throbbing like I’d never felt before. It was like a really bad case of butterflies in the tummy, but not actually my tummy. It was deep in my .. You know where I mean, my private part.
Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands back inside my bra. There was an overwhelming rush of passion as our flesh met, his bare fingers, and my naked nipples.
“P p please d don’t.â€Â
“Just keep reading.â€Â
I carried on, but I was near to orgasm, and I could do nothing to control my body. Then as I read the part of the story where the woman took her first penetration, it happened. I had to stop reading, and I couldn’t stop myself arching my hips forwards lifting my bottom from the seat.
“My! That does do it for you.â€Â
Said Johan (the builder) as I calmed back down and regained my seated position. I didn’t reply, but just blushed a bright red. He was now stood in front of me, his big hard dick in his hands pointing directly at my face.
“Ok my little beauty, are you going to suck me off now?â€Â
I was so humiliated by my own lack of control, but I knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until his dick had shot its load of spunk. So I made not the slightest protest, I just resigned myself to getting it over with.
Now even this I would have thought would not be worth describing from my point of view, as all I thought I was doing was to get his juices rising. But I am so wicked and my body is not under my control during sex. As my mouth opened and my lips encircled the end of his dick, my tummy started pulsing wildly. He wasn’t making my control any easier; he’d now cupped both my breasts, and was busy working my senses to a crescendo. This is not something that I have done very often, as my Göran thinks it is demeaning for me. But as this big dick hardened in my mouth, I pushed hard down onto it, forcing him into my throat. I took his dick as he roughly worked my breasts and all the while my orgasm was building. As he shot his salty spunk into my throat, I gyrated my hips from side to side and moaning wildly I slid from the seat onto the floor. Johan just stood there watching me with his dripping limp dick in his hand.
When I regained my composure, I picked myself up from the floor, and sat back onto the chair. Johan was standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.
“Please. My Göran doesn’t like anyone smoking in the house.â€Â
“But he’d be ok with you giving me a blow job?â€Â
“Please. He will smell the smoke the second he walks in.â€Â
“Well at least then he won’t smell your cum stain on the carpet then.â€Â
And with that he’d looked down and nodded towards where I’d been writhing about. And yes I’m ashamed to say, there was a wet sticky patch on the floor, which had leaked out from my orgasm. I coloured up bright red, feeling so ashamed again.
“Will you promise not to tell Göran now?â€Â
He put his hand into his inside pocket, and pulled out a roll of printed sheets of paper.
“Well you were pretty good, so I guess you’ll be safe for now. But I’ll keep this lot, it’ll take us all tomorrow to finish the work on your garage, and I guess the old feller will want some more attention again before we’re done here.â€Â
“Please I’ve done what you asked me to.â€Â
“I know you have my dear, and very good you were. But like I say, we’re here until tomorrow evening, and every time I look at you, I’ll just be getting more excited. So I guess we might need a repeat performance. It wasn’t that bad was it?â€Â
I dropped my head into my hands, and never answered him. He turned and left, going out to join his workers. I went to the kitchen, collected my cleaning pack, returned to the study, and cleaned up the mess that both Johan’s dripping dick and my orgasm had left on the floor. Then I noticed the computer chair also had telltale marks. Once I’d finished cleaning up, I returned my cleaning kit back to the kitchen. From the kitchen window I could see the garage, and the three workers. That is Johan the boss, and his two men. Johan was about forty-five. The eldest of his men was about the same age, his name was Stenn. The other man, was only about twenty-five, this was Loather. He was always stripped to the waist, displaying his muscle bound chest. He was built like a body builder, not one ounce of excess fat, and muscles where I didn’t know muscles existed.
So as I watched these men, they had all stopped for a cigarette break, Loather, just taking the break, but not smoking. Then to my horror, I began to think that it looked like Johan was telling them about what I’d just done for him. I know I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but some of the actions, and the looks on the faces of the two men listening, didn’t leave me in much doubt. Now the thought that both these men might know what I’d just done was bad enough, but the reaction that this tale received from Stenn terrified me.
He was coming towards the house, and encouraging Loather to join him. They could only want one thing! I turned and ran towards the stairs, and as I started to make my ascent, I heard them coming in the door.
“MRS ERRICSON. MRS ERRICSON, WHERE ARE YOU?â€Â
It was Stenn’s voice booming through the house. I was only half way up the stairs, but even if I'd reached my bedroom, what could I do? They would only threaten to tell my husband, so I’d have no option but to satisfy them both to keep them quiet. I stood still on the stairs, just half way up, and I turned to face them as they appeared at the bottom.
“Are, there you are. I was calling but you never answered.â€Â
I tried to sound as unconcerned as possible.
“Yes. Is there a problem?â€Â
They both started climbing the stairs to meet me.
“Not if you look after us like you just did for Johan.â€Â
By now we were standing face to face, two steps apart, but them being taller, our faces were almost level with each other.
“Ok. If I do the same for both of you, you promise that no one will say a word to Göran?â€Â
“We have nothing to tell him. Do we Loather?â€Â
“Not if I get my ball sack emptied, I don’tâ€Â
“Well turn around then; we’ll do it down stairs.â€Â
“No my dear. We are the ones who are giving the orders. And I say you turn around, I want you in your bedroom.â€Â
“No. I’ve said I’ll do it for you. But I’m not defiling my husband’s bedroom.â€Â
“You stupid bitch! Don’t you understand! I said we are giving the orders. Now get up to your bedroom before I pick you up and take you there.â€Â
The anger and menace in Stenn’s voice frightened me, and my stern resolve just collapsed, instantly turning me into a submissive slave. I turned around, and as I made my way up the few remaining steps, someone’s hand was forcing itself up in between my legs.
“Please don’t do that, I beg you.â€Â
The hand kept forcing and before I’d got to the top step, it reached its goal.
“You can beg all you like my dear. But if you don’t spread your legs and give me some room to get at your cunt, then I’ll make you wish you had! And I promise you won’t like my methods. Now open those fucking legs.â€Â
I instantly opened my legs, and with a push in the middle of my back with his other hand, I once again began walking, somewhat duck fashion towards my bedroom. He by now had two fingers up the side of my panties, and up inside me. I was of-course still wet from my session with Johan, so he had no difficulty probing deep into me.
This rough treatment, although abhorrent to me, was still making my silly hormones go wild. I hated everything they were doing. Their demanding approach, the violation of my marital bedroom, his fingers probing deep inside my private love. But hate them and what they were doing as much as I did; my body was reacting like that of a common slut. With each step I took, I squirmed myself deeper onto his fingers. By the time we were stood along side the bed, I felt myself wrap my hands around his shoulders to stop myself from falling whilst I gyrated my open thighs on his fingers.
“I see what Johan meant, she's fucking mad for it. Lets get her laid on the bed and strip her naked.â€Â
I heard the words, I knew what they meant. And as much as I could never let anyone do this to me. Here I was being laid back onto my own bed, with Stenn’s finger ramming in and out of me, my hips lifting to complement his thrusting, while Loather was pealing off my clothes. I just let him! No sign of struggle or protest, my arms and legs were pulled from side to side, and up and down until I was naked.
Now Loather was on the bed astride my shoulders, he was also naked. His big dick semi-hard dropped towards my mouth. He took my hands and placed them on his shaft, and he leaned forwards dropping his dick to my lips. I just took it inside my mouth, and he started thrusting deep into my wind-pipe. My whole body was aflame, and then I realised that although I was humping my hips, Stenn was no longer ramming me with his fingers. I did have a conscious thought, but decided he must be stripping off ready to follow Loather, in fucking my mouth. So I once again drifted off, back into the land of sex and sensation.
Then as something big pushed up into my crotch, I felt myself being stretched wide to take something more than fingers. I tried to resist him. I promise I did try. But my effort was too weak, and the onslaught was too strong. It pushed its way relentlessly up inside me, stretching me like my Göran has never done. Then as I felt his body contacting mine he started a slow thrusting in and out. Well even if Göran himself had walked in at that moment, I think my wicked body would have just kept on thrusting in unison with Stenn’s dick. Out of control is all I can say. Every fibre of my body was being taken to heights they had never been to.
Then Loather pulled his dick from my mouth, and started jacking himself, shooting his cum all over my face and into my hair.
“Oh fucking yes! She’s a fucking slut alright. Look at her.â€Â
I was past caring what they thought; all my body wanted was pleasure. And I wanted this big dick inside me to explode, lighting the touch paper for what I knew would be an orgasm to beat all the orgasms I’ve ever had.
“See if you can find a camera, they’re bound to have one. We’ve got to get a picture of her face like that.â€Â
You might have thought that on hearing Stenn’s words I would have come to my senses. But no, I didn’t. I carried on thrusting with my lover, and apart from licking up and swallowing the spunk that was on and around my lips; I never attempted to wipe my face clean. Instead my hands were clasped to Stenn’s hips, encouraging the increase in pace that I knew would bring his thunder bolt!
I wasn’t disappointed, the increase in pace had been the fore-runner to his climax. So now, as he changed to the stabbing thrusts, I could feel the warm seeds he was shooting deep inside me. My body arched itself high in the air, and my hole gripped his dick. Then as I dropped back to the bed and writhed about, my legs wrapped around his waist. Exactly how the rest of my orgasm went I’m not sure. I wasn’t there. I was floating somewhere in heaven. Floods of warm pleasure were flowing through every vein in my body.
When I did eventually gain my senses, both of them were dressed and busy looking at the little pre-view screen on my Göran’s camera. It came to me what kind of pictures they had on there, and what I’d just done. Why am I so bad? I go to church. I believe in God. I pray every night. And above all, I love my Göran. So how could I do what I’ve just done? I feel so bad.
But the photo’s! They’re on Göran’s camera!
“Hey! You have to delete those pictures.â€Â
Stenn looked across, and it was a very black look, gone the smile that had been there a second before while the two of them were looking at the camera.
“Who the fuck are you telling what to do! If we show these to your husband you’ll be lucky if you're not sleeping in the gutter tonight!â€Â
“Please I didn’t mean it like that. Please, I beg you; let me wipe them off before Göran comes home?â€Â
“That’s better. Asking and begging. I can tolerate that. But there’s no way these pictures are getting deleted.â€Â
“But please if my Göran finds them.â€Â
“Well little miss computer. You’d better take them off this camera and email them to me. And no tricks, if I can’t download them when I get home, then you’d better have left the country by tomorrow. Do you understand me?â€Â
“Yes, I’ll do it for you. But I will have to reduce them. They’ll be too big to email.â€Â
“Don’t try getting fucking smart with me. Do you know what the fuck she’s going on about?â€Â
“I think so, but we’d be better off asking Johan, he understands these computers. I’ll go and get him; you might as well get her down to where the computer is.â€Â
“Come-on then slut. Get that sloppy cunt of yours off the bed, and get that computer of yours fired up.â€Â
“Can I put some clothes on, please?â€Â
“Well don’t fuck about. As soon as I hear Johan coming into the house, you’re going downstairs, clothes or no clothes.â€Â
I rushed around, only having time to pull on a pair of knickers, and a skirt. I had to put my blouse on whilst going down the stairs. My bra he’d pulled from my hand, and thrown back onto the bed.
So now I was seated in front of my PC, and downloading the pictures from the camera into a folder I’d made.
“Do you know what she means about not being able to email me the full picture?â€Â
“Yes she’s right. These are too high in quality, the file size is too big to email. Here, look at this.â€Â
Johan reached over my shoulder, took hold of the mouse, and opened the thumbnail that was a close-up of my spunk covered face. I could have died, I felt so humiliated, and there are no words to explain. I’d lain there, knowing they were taking them pictures. I felt sick, and actually started heaving. They parted like wild fire, as I burst out of the room and rushed to the toilet. I threw-up, but I was wrenching my empty stomach and it hurt like hell. So I was now on my knees, head in the toilet bowl, feeling the most wretched I’d ever felt in my life.
How can emotions be so extreme? In minutes I’d gone from pleasure the like of which I’d never dreamed existed, now down to the depths of despair, to the point where I was considering taking my own life!
How long I spent with my head in my hands on the rim of the cold ceramic bowl I don’t know. But gradually I calmed down, and tried to get things into a sense of proportion. Yes I’d now been unfaithful to my Göran. And yes it was in our own bed. Oh God! How can I find any excuse for myself? I’m a bad wife, and no better than a common whore. But what is done is done. And if my Göran never finds out, then he will not be hurt. But maybe more important, my babies, they haven’t done anything wrong. Why should they suffer? What ever happens, I have to get through this, and Göran mustn’t find out. He’d take my babies from me, and then I’d have no alternative but to take my life. But even that would be punishing my babies for something that I’d done wrong. No. Göran is not going to find out! I’ll fuck all three of them if I have to, but my secret has to be kept from Göran.
I’d heard their loud banter going on, as they’d been going through the pictures that I’d downloader for them. But until now, I hadn’t been taking any notice of what they were saying.
“Look at that. You’ve zoomed in until her cunt is blown up to the size of a DVD, and you can see the detail of every single hair around her cunt. Look at the amount of cum oozing from it.â€Â
Yes they were not just looking at my pictures; they were drooling over every detail. I slowly made my way back, and stood silently in the doorway. I’d been there a good five minutes before any of them noticed me, their mouths were almost dribbling as they meticulously scanned every detail of the most private and sacred part of my body.
Up until now, only Göran and the doctors that delivered my babies had ever seen that part of me.
“You’re back. I’ve explained to the lads here, that emailing will, as you say, mean reducing the quality. So instead, I’ll bring some blank CD’s with me tomorrow, and you can put the pictures onto them at full file size.â€Â
“But that would mean leaving them on the PC overnight.â€Â
“Yes, that’s not a problem is it? They won’t damage it.â€Â
“But if Göran finds them?â€Â
“Look you weren’t that worried before, leaving the emails to your boyfriend on there. And that bloody dirty story. I tell you what lads, I bet even your filthy minds couldn’t come up with some of the filth that’s in the stories she reads. This guy who writes them must be one depraved filthy bastard.â€Â
“Please don’t say things like that about him?â€Â
“Oh my dear! Touched a nerve have we? You don’t like to hear the truth about your boyfriend?â€Â
“That’s not the truth. His stories are not filth.â€Â
â€ÂWhat all that fucking with dogs and horses, you don’t call that filthy?â€Â
“It’s not like that.â€Â
“I beg to differ. That’s all that story is about, fucking with one animal or another. The two of you are fucking depraved if you ask me.â€Â
“I know there are animals, but it’s the words he uses. The feeling he expresses. The other stuff just happens. The story is what is important.â€Â
“Sounds like shit to me. But I guess if you’ve got the hots for this guy, even his shit smells good to you. They say love is blind. Anyway lads, we’d better get some work done, otherwise this job will end up costing me money. Now you remember; I know how many pictures are on there, and what the folder size is. So no deleting any, or down sizing them.â€Â
As Stenn pushed past me, he took me back towards the wall, pinning me against it. His fingers went straight back up inside me, and he stood there probing me. It was pointless me struggling, or protesting, that only seamed to make him worse. So, knowing Johan would appear in a few seconds to drag him back to work, I just let him get on with it. Well it was only a few second before Johan appeared in the doorway, but he just stood there watching Stenn manipulating my womanhood. But as I’ve already confessed, I’m a dirty bitch. I don’t mean to be, but in that few seconds, he’d got my legs to start spreading, and I was panting in an audible way.
“Fucking hell Stenn, haven’t you had enough for one day?â€Â
“Go on boss. Let me just have one more go at her. You can see she wants it.â€Â
“Yes that’s bloody obvious. But I think we could troop all the bloody sailors from the naval yard through here, and she’d want more. Look at her, my bloody fluorescent light takes longer to turn on than her.â€Â
“But it won’t take me long boss. Please. I’ll do and hours overtime tonight without pay.â€Â
“But you’ve already had over an hour out of the day, and this job has got to be wrapped-up by the time we finish tomorrow.â€Â
“Ok, I’ll start an hour earlier tomorrow as well. Go on boss. You know we can get the job sorted if we pull our fingers out.â€Â
“Ok. But be as quick as you can, she don’t need any fore-play. And don’t fuck yourself silly, I want some work out of you when you've finished.â€Â
“So does that go for me as well?â€Â
Now Loather had started. I heard it all going on, but I did and said nothing. Instead I’d just stood there in a trance, well almost stood. I was now spread that wide, with my legs so weak, before long I’d be on the floor.
“Oh, come-on then. Get her up to the bedroom, you can both have her at the same time, I’ll take the pictures. Make your mind up whose having her arse, we haven’t got time for swapping about.â€Â
So with their help, I once again was taken up the stairs, stripped, and laid back onto the bed. They were soon naked, and I was rolled over onto Loather, my legs astride his hips. Up he went, and Stenn was soon kneeling behind me. He had obviously been lubricating his dick, I guess with my love juice. But then he started pushing his wet finger up my bottom, after a few investigational probes, he decided I was wet enough to try his dick.
I felt it push, and my bottom did start to open, but I let out such a scream. I felt my skin was being ripped apart. But it was as though I’d never said a word. He just pushed, until it forced its way in. By the time they’d both been fucking for five minutes, the pain side had diminished to a dull ache. But all those demons within my being were now taking over. I was thrashing myself as hard against them as they were thrusting into me. And now I felt an overwhelming desire to swear. I want to tell them to FUCK ME HARDER. But I couldn’t get my lips to utter the words.
Then as I was trying to muster my resolve, Stenn changed to his rapid pace. I knew the climax was almost here, and all I could think was I had to cum with them. Then as he jerked violently, I could feel his hot cum, what a sensation that was. And then, like the time before, my Cunt. Did I say that? Yes my Cunt contracted onto Loathers dick, then exploded with such a flood of cum, the like of which none of these guys had ever seen before. Although most of my orgasm is a sort of blank dream type memory, the pictures they took, and the comment they made afterwards, left me in no illusions as to my extraordinary performance.
This time as Johan knew what he was doing; they just left me on my bed, while two of them got back to work. Johan transferred the pictures to my PC, then he joined his men, and that is where they stopped for the rest of the day. Now I’ve seen lots of men working doing various types of jobs. But to watch these three men, especially Stenn and Loather, it was amazing. There was no sauntering around, and standing chatting. It was almost reminiscent of an old Charlie Chaplin or Key Stone Cops movie. Everything was being done at double time.
Then as my Göran’s car pulled up in front of the house, I opened the door to greet my children that he has picked up on his way home from work. A lump comes to my throat, and as my Göran smiles at me, my eyes well-up with tears. I am really struggling to hold myself together; I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this. Then as Björn bounded his way towards me, I opened my arms. The feeling as he hugged me could only be matched by the feeling I got two seconds later as Helle did the same. I quickly smothered them with kisses, and turned them towards the house. Then as they raced each other to be first to switch on the TV, I brushed the tears away before turning back again to greet Göran. As my arms wrapped themselves around him, I hugged and kissed him passionately.
“Hey Camilla. Are you trying to squeeze me to death?â€Â
“Oh god. Sorry. Oh Göran, I love you so much.â€Â
“Hey Camilla. What’s wrong?â€Â
“Nothing. I just love you.â€Â
“Well I know that, but you don’t usually try to prove it by choking the breath from my body. Is everything alright? Or has something happened today? And what's the workers truck still doing here?â€Â
“No nothings wrong, it’s just been a long day, having to stop in with no one to talk to. I just needed to have a cuddle.â€Â
“Come here.â€Â
His arms circled my waist, and he pulled me up until our lips met. This was what I really wanted from life, a husband who is warm and caring. The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds, but was interrupted by.
“Well that’s a sight you don’t see much any more.â€Â
It was Johan, carrying a big toolbox out to his truck. Göran immediately put me back to the floor, as if we were still school kids that had been caught kissing in the playground.
“Ah. It’s you Erricson. I wondered what your truck was still doing here.â€Â
“Nothing to worry about now, even though we are running a bit behind. We had a bit of a hold-up with the big doors. But thanks to your lovely wife and some suggestions from my lads, we all managed to cum up on top.â€Â
“So how did you get involved with helping them out?â€Â
“Nothing really, I just let them use my PC to look for parts.â€Â
“She’s being modest. Without her help, we’d never have cum up so many useful sites.â€Â
“Yes she certainly knows her way around the PC. One day I’ll have to get her to teach me how to turn it on. Anyway if the problem is sorted, do you still expect to be finished by tomorrow?â€Â
“Yes. We’ll be here at 7:30 in the morning. With the early start, we should be gone before you get home from work.â€Â
“I’m just thinking aloud here. And if you have any objections, just say.â€Â
Göran had started his conversation talking to Johan, but then he’d turned to look at me.
“It’s like this Johan; my wife is used to going to work, and being with people all day.â€Â
“No Göran. There’s no need to bother Mr Erricson with my problems.â€Â
“No darling. Let me finish. There’s no harm in asking. Johan can always say no if it's any trouble for him.â€Â
“That’s right. But if there’s something I can do for your good lady, I’ll be only too pleased to help.â€Â
“See my dear. Well it’s like this Johan, as I say she’s used to having people to talk to. I think this week, sitting in the house on her own has been a bit of a strain, and I blame myself for not thinking about it sooner. But, if it doesn’t inconvenience you to much. I was thinking when you or any of your men are taking a break, would it be too much to ask that you maybe come and sit in the house with my wife, to give her a bit of company?â€Â
“Why of course we will.â€Â
“But Göran. They use their break to have a smoke, and you know you don’t like smoking in the house.â€Â
“Sorry, not being a smoker, I never even gave that a thought.â€Â
“No problem Mr Holmlund. Loather doesn’t smoke at all, and Stenn and I can have a quick blow while we’re working. I’m sure being in the company of your good lady will be more rewarding.â€Â
“Well thank you Johan. There you are Camilla, looks like tomorrow you’ll have something to keep you busy. Ok I’m going in to get my well earned evening meal now, so if I don’t see you tomorrow morning, thanks for all the work you've done. Bye.â€Â
With that we went in the house. But as I looked back out at Johan whilst closing the door, he gave a knowing wink and dirty gesture holding his hand to the bulge in his trousers. Well the workmen all left, and the evening passed by, without event. In bed that night, Göran was so tender and loving, I just felt so dirty and ashamed. My only consolation was that I did all those things to protect Göran and my children. But deep down, I knew this was not true, I’m just bad.
The morning arrived, and everything went as normal, children ready for nursery and school, and Göran getting ready for work. Then I saw the workers arriving, and they all gave me a friendly wave as they passed my kitchen window. Then Göran got his things together, the children both gave me my goodbye kiss, and I watched them drive off for the day. Before I’d closed the door, I heard my kitchen door opening. This was the door that led to the garden where the workmen were.
So as I closed the door and turned around, I wasn’t surprised to see them all walking towards me from my kitchen.
“Good morning Camilla. Did you have a good night?â€Â
“Yes thank you. I suppose you’ve got those blank CD’s you want burning?â€Â
“Well yes I have, but I’ve left them in your kitchen. They can wait until later. I think you can guess what we want first. And your husband did ask me to make sure we looked after you. So we wouldn’t want to let him down, now would we?â€Â
By now they had reached where I was standing by the front door, which placed us all at the foot of the stairs. Well I guessed it had started again. But if I could just get through today, my ordeal would be over. So I resigned myself to a day of humiliation, and decided to just do as they wished without any question.
“Ok. I suppose I might as well make my way to the bedroom?â€Â
“No my dear. Stenn has a new idea for you.â€Â
Oh god! What ever can he have thought of to humiliate me more than yesterday? Because that seemed to be his turn-on. I didn’t get the impression that the sex was important to him, he just liked being dominant and humiliating me.
“Well aren’t you going to ask what the idea is?â€Â
“I assumed you were going to tell me whether I asked or not.â€Â
Then Stenn spoke up. Usually he’d shown his deference to his boss, by keeping quiet while he’d been talking.
“Don’t you get disrespectful again you slut. I thought we’d taught you yesterday who was in charge around here.â€Â
He had a way of making a simple statement sound like it was a threat to slaughter or mutilate you. My feeling of ‘Oh God!’ was now more one of ‘Oh Shit!’
“I promise I wasn’t being cheeky, I just meant I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted me to do.â€Â
Johan took the lead again, and Stenn thankfully backed-off.
“See Stenn, there was no need for that kind of attitude. Our little Camilla is going to do us all proud today.â€Â
Then turning to me.
“Aren’t you my dear?â€Â
“Yes. I’ll do what ever you want.â€Â
“I think you meant – Yes Master.â€Â
“I’m sorry Master. Yes Master.â€Â
“See we have an obedient little whore who will do our bidding. Ok slut, run up them stairs, and fetch your husband’s camera, and be quick about it.â€Â
I didn’t want them to take any more pictures, especially with my Göran’s camera. But I’d decided to get through the day by cooperating, so like the obedient little slut I was, I scampered up, and returned in seconds with the camera.
“Good girl, I’ll have that. Now before we go outside, I think we’ll all go and do what your husband asked. We’ll spend our first break in the house with you. Come-on then lads we’ll take our dirty old work trousers off, and leave them in the Kitchen where we left our boots.â€Â
“But what if anyone calls to visit me?â€Â
“Well it was your husbands request we kept you company, and he wouldn’t want our old clothes mucking up your lovely posh furniture.â€Â
They were all soon seated along our big leather settee, in our back lounge overlooking the garden. All three of them had boxer shorts on, that were lowered to give me access to their dicks. I was about to kneel on the floor, to start working on them.
“Get stripped off first, and don’t rush. Put some music on, and let’s see you move your body.â€Â
We can all think that we’re good movers on a crowded dance floor, with a few drinks bending the mind. But being asked to dance about at 8:00 in the morning, stripping my clothes off as I go, with three men watching while they work on their rampant dicks, this was not going to work however hard I tried.
I put the music on, I danced about, I stripped naked, and then I danced some more. But I didn’t feel sexy, and it was fairly obviously not doing that much for them.
“Ok slut you can stop dancing. Get yourself down here and get your mouth working on our dicks.â€Â
“Hang-on boss, you’ve let Stenn try his idea out, what about me getting her to do mine?â€Â
“Yours? I didn’t know your brain had ideas. I thought you were all brawn and no brain.â€Â
“That’s not fair boss I pull my weight.â€Â
“Well we know you pull your plonker. But go on then Einstein, lets all hear what your idea is before I agree to it.â€Â
“Well you know the sun-trap?â€Â
Now before I carry on with the rest of their conversation, maybe a little more explanation is required. We are lucky in that our garden is not overlooked from either side, and we have two meter high fences that are lined with seven meter high trees that can’t be seen through. But as the garden is fairly narrow, the sun can’t actually get down into the garden for sunbathing until mid-morning. So my wonderful Göran had designed a sun-trap on the roof of our garage. That was what these men were doing, reinforcing the garage roof, and building a stair case along the side wall of the garage. Then to prevent prying eyes, and to stop the north wind, they were erecting a high wall on the other side of the garage. This gave me a raised sun deck that would catch the first-rays of the morning sun without the trees causing a shaded area. And the high wall that was behind me would give total privacy. So when Loather said you know the sun-trap, it was this new present of mine he was referring to.
“Well you know the sun-trap?â€Â
“We ought to, that’s what we’ve been building these last few days.â€Â
“Well wouldn’t it be good to have her out there in the open air? Maybe lying on her sun bed reading us one of those stories, while we take her in all kinds of positions.â€Â
“I like it. I think the boy has been using his head for once. I know once she starts reading that filth, that she goes crazy. And once she's got going, we’ll be able to do what we want with her. But we’ve still got this job to finish, so we'd better give ourselves an hour as a limit.â€Â
“But boss, surely we haven’t got that much more to do to finish the job. Can't we just bang her till we’re whacked out?â€Â
“Sorry Stenn. We’ll have one hour, then I want you both to get back to work. If as you say we haven’t got much more to do, then as far as I’m concerned, once the jobs in the bag, you can bang her until you see her husband’s car pulling onto the drive. I know that would give you a kick, seeing her greeting her husband, knowing your cum was still oozing from her cunt.â€Â
“Ok boss. But I bet we’re finished before 12:00.â€Â
“Well that gives you all afternoon to bang her in what ever way you want.â€Â
All this talk went on, and not once was my consent asked for. So the men all removed their boxer shorts, and they walked me out into my garden. All four of us only had our shoes on, and this was only because of the rough stones in the garden path. They walked me up the new staircase that they’d built on the side of our garage, and then we were up high in the air on the roof. I have to admit, that apart from the bizarre circumstances, it felt so good up here. Only 8:15, but the sun had been warming this little area up for at least two hours. And with the wall giving protection from the slight breeze, there really was no need for any clothes. Well not to keep you warm anyway.
So enough of how good it felt, I was up here to be fucked by three men, and even though you maybe can’t call it rape, it certainly wasn’t voluntary. Someone spread out a large inflatable mattress, and I was helped into the middle where I lay myself down on my back. I was given the pages of the story.
“Shall I start from where we got to yesterday?â€Â
“No. start from the beginning, Stenn and Loather won’t know what’s going on.â€Â
Stenn butted in.
“I don’t suppose it will matter, I’ve read these kind of stories before, and they’re just descriptions of fucking, so she can start wherever she wants as far as I'm concerned.â€Â
Then to my surprise, and contrary to his description of the story yesterday, Johan replied.
“No I think this story is better if you hear it from the beginning, its kind of good the way she gets reeled-in, I took it home and read it in bed last night.â€Â
“What ever you say boss. All I want to do is get stuck into that cunt again, well, and maybe her arse.â€Â
So I started reading, and this felt very strange. Being out doors, and reading aloud. The position we were in up here on the roof was well out of ear-shot of anyone, unless you really screamed very loud. So as I read, Johan was sucking one of my nipples, Loather the other. My legs were spread wide, and Stenn was working around my crotch. Well as you can imagine, the story, and the attention my body was getting, in moments my body had started to react. And of-course once my body started reacting, my morals went completely.
I’m not sure if it was having to read the rude words in the story out aloud, that changed my attitude, but when it got to the part of the story where Lady Virginia felt the first man pushing his dick into her, I shocked myself.
“Stenn. Fuck me Stenn.â€Â
“You what!â€Â
“Now Stenn. Please Stenn fuck me now. Quick.â€Â
“Fucking hell she’s hot today. Ok little lady, you asked for it.â€Â
He climbed in between my legs, and rammed his big hard dick up me as hard as he could.
“Fuck me Stenn. Make me have it. Fuck me hard.â€Â
Well Stenn rammed me for all he was worth; I couldn’t read the story any more, because I’d lost all my concentration. Then to my surprise, I heard the story being read, it was Johan. Loather was still sucking my nipples; he’d taken them both over, going from one to the other. Now as he read, Johan lifted one of his legs astride my head, and leaned forwards. He could now place the pages on the floor, while he pushed his dick towards my mouth. This was wonderful; hearing someone else read the story, while being well and truly fucked, sucking a dick, and having my nipples worked on. Well as Stenn started showing signs of reaching his climax, I knew I’d be ready to join him. So as he started shooting, I let my cunt have its head, I didn’t just release the reigns and let it go, I was thrashing it with my whip. Well metaphorically, anyway. In other words I threw all caution to the winds, and became the slut my body wanted me to be.
They all took turns fucking both my cunt and arse, and I was a more than willing participant. This session lasted the hour as Johan had said, and during this time they had me into position that I didn’t even know sex was possible in. I know I came more times in this one session than I’ve cum in the last month. All of the men came repeatedly, and I’m sure even they lost count. But I guess when they re-tell the event to their buddies, they’ll make up a suitable high number of times. So now as Johan rallied his men together to continue with the job in hand, I gathered my mattress, and made my way back to the house to have a shower.
I removed the cover from the mattress, and put it in to wash while I took myself of to get my shower. Once I was refreshed and re-dressed, I came down stairs feeling wonderful. Then as I saw the CD’s that Johan had left on the kitchen table, it hit me again. Not only were there three CD’s for me to put yesterdays pictures on, there was also my Göran’s camera, which contained the pictures they’d taken of today’s session. Why, if this is so wicked, which I’m sure it is, then why do I enjoy doing it so much? If my priest could have seen me this morning, or my fellow choir members, what would they think of me? But enough of this guilt, if I don’t get these pictures burnt to disc, I could end up having one of this lot telling my Göran about me.
So off I go, and before long there are three CD’s with high resolution pictures of me performing sex acts of every description, with the three men. Once these are burnt, I erase them from Göran’s camera, and from my hard drive, not forgetting to empty the trash can.
I was just making my way to the kitchen with the CD’s when I hear someone at the front door.
“Hi Lena, come-on in. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.â€Â
It was a friend of mine, a neighbour Lena Bella. A nice girl; but full of herself, and a real flirt. If men are about Lena plays the vamp, and always ends up the centre of attraction.
“I thought this sun deck of yours would be finished by now, and as it’s a sunny day, I thought I’d come and help you try it out.â€Â
“Well you’re welcome to try it out, but they’re still working out there.â€Â
And with that we both looked out into the garden. The only one of the three men to put all his clothes back on was Johan. Stenn and Loather were working away, still dressed in only boots and boxer shorts.
“God Camilla. Is that all the clothes your builders wear?â€Â
“Well in a way it Göran’s fault. He asked them to spend their break time in the house with me. I stupidly told him I was bored being on my own. So when they came in this morning, they took off their work clothes, to save my furniture. But as it was sunny, it looks like two of them didn’t bother to put their old stuff back on. But at least they’re decent.â€Â
“I’ll say they’re decent. That young one looks more than just decent, he looks good enough to eat.â€Â
“Oh Lena. You’re wicked.â€Â
“Don’t tell me you haven’t been tempted to go out there and molest him?â€Â
“Don’t be so silly. They’re working. And you know I’ve got my Göran.â€Â
“You might have Göran, but he’s not here, and they are. Working or not, I’m gonna’ go out there and see if I can divert their attention.â€Â
With that she started stripping her dress off.
“You can’t be serious Lena.â€Â
“Don’t worry; I’ve got my bikini on under this.â€Â
“Thank god, for a moment I thought you were going out in just your knickers.â€Â
“Well are you gonna’ put your costume on and join me?â€Â
“Oh I guess so; the sun mattress is in the kitchen I’ve just put a new cover on it. I’ll go and get changed, are you going to wait for me?â€Â
“No I think I’ll take a walk out there on my own, see if they notice me.â€Â
“Oh they’ll notice you in that bikini; it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. There’s the phone, I’ll have to get that first, once I’ve got changed I’ll join you. Remember, behave yourself, you’re almost naked, and you don’t even know those guys.â€Â
“Don’t worry, all men are the same, I’ll have them eating out of my hand by the time you come out.â€Â
I remember thinking, if you’re not careful, they’ll be eating your cunt, never mind your hand. Well I answered the phone, it was the school; my little boy wasn’t feeling well. They didn’t want me to fetch him yet, they were just pre-warning me, to make sure I’d be in if they needed me.
So upstairs I went, and was soon changed into a nice one piece swimming costume, the last thing I needed was for the men to get the idea they could mess around with me while Lena was here. As I got to my kitchen I glanced out of the window, only to see Loather and Stenn, one either side of Lena, giving her a double fucking, whilst standing on the garage roof! Well like I said, it was bad enough them having sex with me, but I didn't want Lena to know about what they’d been doing. So I decided my best plan of action was to stop indoors until they’d finished fucking her, and she hopefully returned. I watched and waited, they turned her around, swapping from back to front. And eventually after about fifteen minutes, their jerking movements told me they’d soon be finished.
Lena was lowered to the mattress, where she lay for a good five minutes, but I saw Johan making gestures, and I guess he was telling them to both get back to work. This they did, leaving Lena to recover on her own. As I saw Lena picking herself up to her feet, and making her way down the staircase, I decided I’d make my way outside. She’d reached the bottom of the staircase by the time our eyes met.
“Lena. Are you alright?â€Â
“God Camilla. Where have you been?â€Â
“Sorry I got tied up on the phone, it was the school. Are you ok? You look like you've just run a marathon.â€Â
“Let me get in the house, and I’ll tell you. It’s your bloody builders.â€Â
I turned around and walked back to the house with her.
“My builders. Why what have they done.â€Â
“Me! That’s what they’ve done. They raped me!â€Â
Now this wasn’t the answer I wanted, if she had been raped, and we got the police involved, god only knows what the workmen might say about me to defend themselves.
“Surely not? You must have done something to encourage them?â€Â
By now we were back indoors, and I’d poured her a stiff drink.
“Now tell me what happened.â€Â
“Well I carried that air bed out, and as I got to the garage, I asked the younger one of them if he’d like to carry it up the stairs for me, and put it on the roof. The older one was already up there doing some job or other. Well as he climbed the steps, I walked up along side him, and put my hands around him, you know, just stroking his chest.â€Â
“Why on earth did you do that? I told you to be careful; you’re not exactly dressed like a nun. You might know you’d be giving him ideas.â€Â
“Well yes, but I never expected that he’d rape me.â€Â
“So what happened?â€Â
“Well as he was putting the mattress down, he just brought one arm around me, and rolled me down onto the mattress.â€Â
“And then he got on top of you?â€Â
“Well not straight away.â€Â
“Go on then, what happened next?â€Â
“Well, as he rolled me over to the mattress, I just grabbed onto what ever I could to stop myself falling. I didn’t mean to pull his shorts down.â€Â
“Oh Lena! You pulled his shorts off?â€Â
“Not on purpose. I just grabbed to save myself.â€Â
“So who’ll believe that? So I guess once you’d pulled his shorts off, he pulled your bikini bottom off?â€Â
“It all happened so quickly. As his shorts came down, his great big dick sprang out. Then from nowhere the other man appeared, and in seconds I was naked. They were all over me. I kept saying no. but they didn’t stop.â€Â
“Well really Lena, did you expect them to?â€Â
“I guess not. But you promise you won’t tell my Christer?â€Â
“Don’t be silly, you know I won’t say a word. But are you alright?â€Â
“Yes. It wasn’t that they hurt me; I guess it was quite pleasurable really. It was just them being in control, and not knowing who was watching.â€Â
“Well no need to worry about that, which is why we picked that spot to sun bathe, it's totally secluded. And the builders won't dare say a word, not if as you say you were telling them no.â€Â
“I think I’ll go home and get a shower, my Christer finishes early on a Friday, and I want to be refreshed before he comes home.â€Â
“Ok bye for now, come around one day over the weekend, and we'll sunbathe together then.â€Â
“Ok will do, bye for nowâ€Â
So now she was gone, all I could think, which I know is very selfish, is, at least she’s held up the work, so they won’t have so much time to have sex with me. Well lunch time arrived, and they all packed up work, and made their way to the house. I asked them what they had been doing to my friend, but I got the story from a different angle. Like she said, she’d asked Loather to carry the air mattress up the stairs for her, which he said he did. But according to him, all the way up the steps, she’d been stroking his dick with her hand on the outside of his shorts. So by the time he got onto the roof, he said his dick was ready for her. Then while he was placing the mattress down, he says, she just stood there and lowered his shorts. So he said it would have been impolite not to have obliged her. Well who do you believe? I guess it doesn’t really matter who was telling the truth, the result was the same, and like I said, it had held up the building work, so they still hadn’t finished.
Now at this point, Stenn told me to sit on his knee. I thought.
“Oh god, here we go again.â€Â
“Hold-up there Stenn. I said we’ll have no more playing about until this jobs finished. You and Loather have already put the job behind by larking around with that other trollop earlier on.â€Â
So I looked like I’d be safe until the job was done.
“Have you done those photos for us?â€Â
“Yes there’s three CD’s on the kitchen table.â€Â
Well the rest of this break went without incident, and when it was over, they all trooped out to the Garden.
Then as they started work, an idea struck me. I ran out to the garage where Johan was working.
“Here’s the CD’s. I’ve just had a phone call from school; my little boy has been taken ill. I'll have to dash; I’ll lock the house when I go. I’ll get back as soon as I can, but if you’re gone by the time I get back, promise you won’t tell anyone about what you found on my PC.â€Â
“Go on my dear. Playing around is one thing, but your children come first. And rest assured, your secret is safe with me. Hope everything is ok with your little boy. Take care.â€Â
Well with that I was gone, straight around to one of my friends. When I got there, I phoned the school, to give them the phone number where I was in case they really did need to contact me. I waited until I knew my Göran would be on his way back from work before I made my way back home. The builder's truck was already gone, and I pulled into our drive about five minutes before Göran. This was the end to what had been a long two days. I didn’t contact the English author for about a week, as I felt so guilty. But then one day, I decided I’d just email him, to see how he was. Well he sent me another story, and I resumed my conversations with him via emails, as if the two days of hell had never happened.
After about three weeks, I'd just started to put the whole event out of my mind, it was early evening, there was a phone call, and Göran answered it.
“Camilla, it’s a man for you, I don't recognise his voice."
I took the phone, never dreaming it would be anything out of the ordinary.
“Hello, Camilla speaking.â€Â
“Hello slut, remember me? You still owe me a fuck.â€Â
I guess I turned white, but for a second or two I was stunned. Then as I stood there in silence, I had Göran asking me something, while Stenn was questioning me on the phone.
“What’s wrong dear? Who is it?â€Â
“Cat got your tongue?â€Â
“Err. It’s no one dear.â€Â
“But you’ve gone all pale, you look terrified.â€Â
“Oh sorry darling. It's just some bad news; a friend’s dog has died.â€Â
Then from the phone Stenn spoke up.
“Now I wonder why you’ve got dogs on your mind, I bet you’ve been drooling over them dirty stories again.â€Â
“Well who is it?â€Â
“It’s just someone from work, but she’s too upset, that’s why her husband has rung me.â€Â
“Ok, but what is he ringing you for, surely there’s nothing you can do to help.â€Â
Stenn spoke up again.
“Tell him she wants you to go around to see her now, while he handles getting the dog to the vet. Then you can come and fuck me.â€Â
“No I couldn’t possibly come out now.â€Â
“What do they want you to do?â€Â
“Oh it’s ok; he just wanted me to go around. She’s upset, and he wanted me to go and sit with her while he takes the dog to the vet. But I told him it’s too late for me to go out now.â€Â
“You go. Your friend needs you. I'll look after everything here.â€Â
“If you don’t come now, I’ll put a copy of this CD in the post to your husband.â€Â
My mind was racing, here was Stenn threatening me, and me telling lies, like I did it for a living. And my lovely Göran was as usual, being caring and considerate.
“Meet me in ten minutes, in the car park of the Holiday Inn. Don’t be late, other wise I’ll be sending this CD, or at least a copy of it.â€Â
“Are you sure you don’t mind if I go?â€Â
“Don’t be silly, if your friend needs you, you go now. I’ll wait up for you.â€Â
“I’ll get back as soon as I can. But there really is no need to wait up.â€Â
“Well I’ll wait up all the same. Now you get yourself off, and help your friend out.â€Â
The guilt came flooding back, here I was lying my head off, and going to meet a man to let him fuck me! I got in my car, and I was soon pulling into the car park of the Holiday Inn. As I slowly made my way through the car park, a car parked in one of the bays, flashed his headlights. God; that must be him. My heart sank, I knew I didn’t want to meet this guy, and I’d been getting more and more nervous as I’d travelled along. But now as my fate was sealed, the reality hit me hard. I got out of my car, and locked the door. Then as I walked these last few paces towards his car, my foot steps were getting smaller, and slower. Then as his window slid down, Stenn’s face appeared, revealing his smug grin.
“Come on slut, I haven’t got all fucking night. Get that fucking cunt of yours around to the passenger side.â€Â
I didn’t reply, but now realised that Stenn would be even more brutal in his attitude now he hadn’t got the watchful eye of Johan keeping him in check. I opened the car door, and sat myself down along side him. As I reached back to pull the door closed, I felt his hand forcing its way into my crotch.
“Get that fucking arse forward on the seat, and spread your legs so I can get at your cunt.â€Â
I did as he’d ordered, and as I slid forwards, his fingers went in past the side of my panties, and up my hole. With the door now shut, I lay back on the seat, legs wide open, with Stenn ramming away into me with his fingers.
“Get your fucking cunt over into the back, and get stripped off.â€Â
There were no niceties like please or thank you, just cruel orders barked sharply. I did as ordered, and within seconds he was climbing into the back to join me. He hadn’t stripped, just undone his belt and lowered his trousers.
I lay back naked and opened wide, and he was soon fucking me like he hadn’t got a second to loose. And indeed, he was cuming up inside me before I’d even started to get relaxed.
“Right bitch, you can get yourself dressed now.â€Â
I’d thought ahead, and brought tissues with me in my bag, so I was soon cleaned-up and dressed. Then as I was about to pull on the door handle to let myself out I said.
“Ok you’ve had what you wanted. Can I have the CD back now?â€Â
“Back! Are you joking? I’m keeping that; it will give me many nights of good jacking-off material. Hey what do you think you’re doing?â€Â
I’d pulled the door handle, but he must have had some kind of child locks on, as it had no effect at all.
“I was going back home, I’ve done what you wanted.â€Â
“You’re going where I take you; I haven’t finished with you yet.â€Â
“But please. I’ve let you make love to me. My Göran is waiting up for me.â€Â
As he started the engine, and the car drove off down the road at great speed, he said.
"He’ll have a long wait then, wont he?â€Â
“Please I’m begging you, my children might need me.â€Â
“They don’t need a fucking dirty bitch like you; you’re going where you can make better use of your talents.â€Â
“Where are you taking me?â€Â
“You’ll soon find out, now shut your fucking face, or I’ll have to gag you.â€Â
I sat in silence, watching the roads flash by, as we drove off into the darkness on roads I didn’t recognise. We travelled for about thirty minutes. Then the car slowed and pulled into a roadside pullover, and stopped right behind a big Mercedes car. All the doors opened on the car, and in the pool of light from our headlights, I saw four men approaching us. One was only a small man, who looked quite old, but the other three were massive, like bodyguards.
“Ok bitch, this is the end of the line. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it straight away or I’ll fucking beat the shit out of you. You understand me?â€Â
I was too terrified to speak; I just sat there trembling and nodded.
“I asked you a fucking question bitch. Do you fucking understand me?â€Â
“Y Y Yes. I I’m sorry.â€Â
With that he jumped from his door, and went to greet the men as they came level with his car. He shook the hand of the old man, who by the body language of everyone out there, it was obvious was the man in control. He then pointed to the back of the car, and walked up and pulled one of the back doors open.
“Get out.â€Â
I climbed out, and stood there trembling, with all eyes upon me.
The old man, who I later found out was called Hans, spoke first.
“Let’s see her tits.â€Â
Stenn spun around, and looking directly in my face he said.
“You heard the man.â€Â
I just started unbuttoning my blouse, and then lifted my bra to show my breasts to the assembled group of men.
“Yeh, they’re ok. Spin her around, and get her to bend down and show me her goodies.â€Â
Again I got the look from Stenn, and I instantly turned around. Put my hands up my skirt, dropped my panties and stepped out of them. Then I lifted the hem of my skirt up to my waist. And spread my legs wide open as I bent down. All this without Stenn saying a word.
I felt someone, I guess Hans, spreading my pussy lips open, and probing with at least two fingers. He probed my pussy for about twenty seconds, and then pulled out, and started pushing one of his fingers up my bottom.
“Yes, she’ll do. $10,000 wasn’t it?â€Â
“You agreed to pay $20,000.â€Â
“Well. Now I’m saying ten. Unless you want to argue the point with my friends back here?â€Â
And with that he pulled his finger from my bottom, and I stood up in time to see him gesturing to the three big bodyguards standing behind him.
Stenn looked gutted as he took the money from the outstretched hand. But he realised he wasn’t in a good bargaining position.
“Ok take the fucking bitch; she’s getting fucking sloppy anyway.â€Â
Suddenly the man gripped the money before it left his hand. Stenn gave a tug to try to retrieve it, but as the man nodded his head, two big men lurched forwards, and pinned Stenn back against his car, gripping his wrists as they pulled him away. Hans was stood there in front of him, money still in hand.
“So you think she’s getting sloppy, and you were still going to charge me the full price for her? Tie him down.â€Â
These men didn’t need to be told how to do this; it was obviously something they’d done many times before. They’d produced a rope from their car, and in less than a minute Stenn was tied by his wrists to his door mirrors, laying face down over the bonnet (hood) of his car.
“Right my dear, I’m sure you have cause to want to get even with this man?â€Â
I was just stood there, still petrified, and I had no idea how to respond to his question.
“I I don’t know.â€Â
“Why are you stupid? Or are you just retarded?â€Â
“N N No. I just want to go home to my children.â€Â
“But my dear, surely you realise he's just sold you to me?â€Â
“Well I guess so, but I need to get home as soon as you’ve done what you want to me.â€Â
“You don’t get it, do you? You’re coming with me. If you do good, and men like you, I’ll keep you in a hotel. But if you do turn out to be a sloppy old hag, or you don’t please men clients, then you’ll end up walking the streets, and living in a brothel until I can sell you on.â€Â
I burst into tears, and couldn't get the words to make a sentence.
“Sob. Please. Sob. My babies. Sob. My husband. Sob. God no. Sob. Sob. I beg you. Please.â€Â
“Carry on like that, and I’ll sell you on tonight. Get your fucking self together or you’ll only be fit for dog fucking vids.â€Â
“Please I beg you. Sob.â€Â
“If you don’t want to end up making dog fuck movies, you’d better stop that crying.â€Â
“S Sorry. Sniff. I won’t cry. I promise.â€Â
“Ok get over there and take his belt from his pants.â€Â
I didn’t know what this was leading to, but I went to Stenn, reached under his belly, and undid his buckle, then pulled his belt from his trousers.
“Pull his pants off.â€Â
I unzipped his pants and started pulling them down.
“And his boxers. I want to see his bare arse.â€Â
I reached back up to the waist band of his shorts, and pulled them down, collecting the trousers on the way. As soon as I’d got them from his feet, the bodyguards moved in, taking an ankle each, and tying him with legs spread wide apart.
“Ok my dear. This is your initiation test. Get it right, and you’ll sleep in a hotel bed. Fuck-up, and you’ll spend the night in the car boot (trunk), and by this time tomorrow, you’ll have made your first dog-porn movie. Do you understand me?â€Â
I was terrified, and would have done what ever he told me to.
“Yes.â€Â
“Yes master.â€Â
“Yes Master.â€Â
“Good. Take his belt, and thrash him as hard as you can, if you don’t make wheals on his flesh, I’ll have my lads demonstrate on your own arse, so make it good.â€Â
I took hold of the belt doubled it over in my hand, and lashed across his bare bottom as hard as I could. He flinched, and his buttocks clenched as the belt cracked down on his flesh.
“That was good. Keep going until I tell you to stop.â€Â
I kept on thrashing, but my arm soon got weak, and after about ten lashes, he said.
“Ok that will do.â€Â
Then as I turned to look towards Hans, he handed me a big rubber dildo.
“Ok girl, I want to see this going right up his arse.â€Â
Now I hated Stenn, but I knew that there was no way I could force a dry, un-lubricated dildo of this size up inside him.
“Have you got anything to lubricate it?â€Â
“Force it up, make the bastard squeal.â€Â
I didn’t think this was a man to argue with, so I took it across to his bottom, and pushed it at his hole. No way was it going to go up there without some kind of lubrication.
“If you don’t get it up, you’re sleeping in my boot and fucking dogs tomorrow.â€Â
I pushed as hard as I could, but it just folded over in my hands.
“Use some common sense my girl. Either stick your tongue up his arse, or stick the dildo up your cunt to wet it.â€Â
He was of-course right, but neither of these options appealed to me. His look told me I hadn’t got long to make up my mind, so not liking the thought of licking his bottom; I squatted with my knees apart, and eased the big dildo up inside myself. I’d soon got it going up to full length inside me, and my juices were really flowing. Quicker than I’d expected, and more than usual. All I can think is I was excited by having an audience.
Very soon I was pulling the now slimy wet dildo from between my thighs, and as I pushed at his bottom, it entered.
“Good girl. Now keep spitting on it as you push it up him.â€Â
Now although I’d used the juices from my pussy to lubricate the dildo, I hadn’t done this to make it easier for Stenn. After all I owed him no favours; it was his fault I was here in the first place. So as I followed instructions and rammed this big dildo in and out of his bottom, Stenn was thrashing about against his bonds, and hating every moment. Whereas, I was now getting some kind of perverted pleasure making him suffer, and providing I could get the dildo to force its way in, I was forgetting about spitting on it. How long I fucked his bottom for I don’t know, but I began to realise that Hans was talking to me.
“Ok. Ok that’ll do. I think you’ve earned your hotel bed. You can stop now.â€Â
I pulled the dildo out and turned to give it back to Hans.
“I don’t want it. Go on have one last stab at him. Ram it up, and we’ll leave him out here.â€Â
I pushed the big dildo up him once more, forcing it in to full depth. Then I leaned my mouth down towards his head.
“I hope that fucking hurt you. I hate you for what you've done to me.â€Â
Then I turned to Hans.
“Please master, can I just collect my bag from his car?â€Â
“Ok. Be quick.â€Â
I dashed back into his car, collected my bag, and searched furiously around his car hoping to find the CD.
“Come-on. If you’re not out here in two seconds, you’ll be sorry.â€Â
I’d just about given up any hope of finding it, when as I was about to shut the door, I saw it lying in the door pocket. I picked it out, and lay it on the sill of the door, so when I slammed the door shut, it crushed the CD. Well at least that had got rid of Stenn’s blackmail hold over me. I dashed to where Hans was stood waiting for me.
“Its only 12:30, I think we can take you to see some friends of mine, then you can show me if you’re gonna be worth the money you just cost me. Oh I forgot, in the end, I got you for nothing, so I guess even if I have to sell you on for dog meat, you’ve got to be worth the cost of the petrol.â€Â
He ushered me into the back of his car, and as he followed me in he barked an order to the driver.
“To Klein’s place.â€Â
As we sped our way along the road, he asked.
“Have you done anal?â€Â
“Yes master.â€Â
“Good you remembered. Have you done double penetration?â€Â
“Yes master.â€Â
“Have you fucked with an animal?â€Â
“No master.â€Â
“Will you lick my arse for me?â€Â
“Yes master. Do you want me to do it now master?â€Â
“No. But so far you’ve got top marks. You are a bit old, and you’ve had children, but if you make the effort, and try hard, I’m sure I can make use of you for at least a couple of years. But don’t forget, the first time I get a bad report from one of my clients, I’m selling you on for dog meat.â€Â
He then used his cell phone to call Klein, the man he was taking me to meet. After about twenty minutes or so, the car pulled up in the drive to a big house. We all got out, and I followed along at his side like an obedient little dog. When a man appeared at the door, Hans and he exchanged greetings, as old friends do. Then Hans turned around and gesturing towards me he said.
“Here she is, I’ll leave her with you for the night, and I’ll send someone around tomorrow to pick her up. Be on your guard though, she's new, and I don’t know if she can be trusted. Give me a call sometime tomorrow and tell me what you thought of her. Bye till I see you again.â€Â
Then he turned again to me.
“Well go on then, get yourself inside.â€Â
With that he turned around and was gone.
The door shut, and the man who was in his forties, and only about my height, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked me down the long hallway. He took me into a small room and he sat himself on a chair.
“Ok my dear. The rules of this game are that you are my daughter. And you’ve been sent home from boarding school, for misbehaving. So first, get yourself undressed, and into the clothes in that wardrobe. They are all school uniforms in there, of various sizes. When you are dressed, and don’t take to long about it, come and join me and my guests in the lounge. You’ll find it if you turn left out of this door, and knock on the third door you come to. Don’t be silly and try to leave the house, the guard dogs don’t ask questions. They’ll just rip you to shreds. Any questions before I go?â€Â
“Do I call you daddy when I come into the room?â€Â
“Yes my dear. What is your name?"
"Camilla."
"Very nice, ok, I’ll call you Millie. Now don’t be long.â€Â
He left the room, and I quickly stripped off and found which size of uniform fitted me. In less than five minutes I was knocking on the third door along the big long hallway.
“Come in.â€Â
I opened the door; it was a large room, with six men seated around a circular table. The table was a sturdy wooden one, lined in green baize; the men were obviously in the middle of a game of cards. The man who’d brought me into the house, walked across to meet me.
“Well gentlemen, it looks like my errant daughter has eventually arrived. Late as usual, aren’t you Millie?â€Â
I just tried to answer with what I thought he’d want to hear.
“Sorry daddy.â€Â
“I’ll bet you are now! Getting yourself expelled from the most expensive school in the country, and only a month into the start of the year. Right my dear, all of my friends here have donated money to sponsor your education, so I think they’ll all want to be involved in your punishment. You’d consider that fair wouldn’t you my dear?â€Â
“Yes daddy.â€Â
“Right gentlemen; are we all in favour of suspending the game, and sorting out this delinquent daughter of mine?â€Â
They all had their own remarks to make, but there were no dissenting voices. On the contrary, they looked like they couldn’t wait a second to get at me. The cards were soon packed away, and the table top was folded up. It was a very strange table and within a few seconds it unfolded, now in a very different guise. The top was still circular, but now it was black leather covered. Hanging down from the table top on my side were two wooden arms that didn’t quite reach the floor. On the far side, built into the table top, were two leather straps, positioned about a metre apart.
My attention was suddenly diverted from the preparation of the table, back to ‘daddy’.
“So what is it going to be? Six of the best on your bare bottom, we’ll each have one slap.â€Â
“I know I deserve it daddy, but please don’t make me take my knickers down.â€Â
I knew they would, but I counted on this line exciting them, and maybe earning me some credits.
“NOT TAKE YOUR KNICKERS DOWN! You cheeky little bitch. For that, I think we’ll make it two slaps each. Now come over here.â€Â
He walked backwards and sat down, leading me behind him by the hand. His chair was pushed away from the table, but still facing it. I was turned, so that I stood in between him and the table with my back to him, facing the table. The men around the table turned the table top, so that I was stood exactly in the mid position between the two wooden arms that were hanging down from the table.
“Lean forwards, and stretch your arms across the table.â€Â
I did as he’d ordered, and two men the other side of the table took hold of my wrists. Whilst they pulled hard, stretching me to reach the restraining straps, two more men proceeded to tighten the straps around my wrists. These straps were then tensioned with a mechanism built into the table top. The tensioning of these straps on my wrists pulled me across the table pinning my groin to the table’s edge.
I felt daddy lifting the hem of my school tunic and pulling it up over my back. Then his hands were on the waist band of my knickers, and he was very slowly drawing them down over my bottom, down my legs and eventually off my feet. As soon as they left my feet, he snapped out an order.
“Spread your legs.â€Â
Once again I instantly complied with his orders, opening my legs as wide as I could. But being pinned to the table’s edge, it meant my feet were now clear of the floor. A man at either side of ‘daddy’ took hold of my ankles, and pulled hard. Then I realised what the two wooden arms were that hung down from the table. Each ankle was placed into a strap that was fixed to the end of each of these arms. Then like my wrists had been, these arms were tensioned with a built-in mechanism. This pulling, not only stretched me wider, but hurt me at the top of my legs, forcing me to let out a slight.
“Yelp!â€Â
Then daddy’s hand touched my left leg, just about knee height, on the inside. Just that touch was enough; I felt my pussy start throbbing. God, I knew that no matter how much pain they inflicted, this was going to make me cum, and I felt an anticipation I can’t explain. Gone all the fear, guilt, and trepidation. From now on I knew my wicked inner slut was in control of my body.
“Oh daddy no. Please daddy, don’t rub your hand any higher.â€Â
“You cheeky little bitch.â€Â
“SLAPâ€Â
His hand cracked across my inner thigh at stocking top height.
“Oh daddy no. You might catch my twinkle if you slap me up there.â€Â
As expected his next slap was square across my pussy. But instead of a loud Slap sound, maybe because my pussy flesh is not hard and flat or because it was already wet and dripping or a combination of both, but the sound was more of a squelching noise like hitting a puddle. But the sting was still real, and so was my reaction. I let out another loud.
“Yelp.â€Â
“Ok, let’s see whose next.â€Â
Then someone must have operated some kind of trigger, because the table slowly started to revolve. Not spinning at high speed, just slowly turning by itself, like I was a kebab, and they were the hot gas burners. But unlike a kebab, this spit roast had six of them burning into my pussy with their eyes as I slowly rotated around in front of them. Then without anyone touching anything, it stopped. As I was facing a different man, I knew who ever it was that would be dealing out punishment to my pussy, it wouldn’t be daddy, but I couldn’t see who it would be. Then the man I was facing stood up, and unclipped the section of the table that my chin was resting on, and removed it. So now not only was my pussy exposed for the man behind me to use as he saw fit. But it was also possible for this man in front of me to present his dick directly to my mouth, which he immediately did. I’d opened my mouth, and was just about to take his dick, when a massive slap landed squarely across my pussy. And soft flesh or not, this one landed with a.
“Crack.â€Â
It was a good job for the man in front, that I hadn’t already got his dick in my mouth; otherwise I might have bitten it off! As it was I let out another loud.
“Yelp.â€Â
Then the dick forced its way into my mouth, and he started fucking my face. Then the second blow struck my pussy, and I gagged as I almost swallowed his dick. As the third slap made contact, a bleeping noise started.
“Ok lads, time to change.â€Â
And the man with the dick in my mouth, pulled it free as quickly as he’d put it in. Then the table started rotating again, stopping almost immediately. My face had passed only two men. I assumed from this, that this table was some kind of very sophisticated device especially designed for this kind of sexual punishment.
Once again the man in front got to his feet, and a dick was entering my mouth. But this time, I’d just started sucking when I felt the man behind me rubbing my inner thigh gently. This instantly brought a flood of juices from my pussy, and I sucked the dick in my mouth as hard as I could. The man stood in front reacted by forcing his dick at my throat, and I took it without any sign of gagging. Then the man behind me started pulling the lips of my pussy open, and I felt what must have been his tongue flicking my clit. I wanted fucking but I knew this would not be the reaction they wanted from me, so I tried reversing the request.
“Daddy. Please stop him. Don’t let him fuck me.â€Â
As I’d expected, daddy lapped this up, and said to the man.
“Go-on give the bitch a good poking.â€Â
I didn’t have to wait long; the tongue left my pussy, but was soon replaced with a big bell-end of a dick probing for my hole. Once it found the slippery valley that led to my pussy, it just forced its way inside until his hips contacted my bottom. Then he fucked away, with slow leisurely strokes. But shit! The bleeping noise started again, and the dicks from both my mouth and pussy both slipped out as the table started rotating once again.
This was so frustrating, they’d no sooner start getting me going before they’d be pulling out. Then the next two men would be coming in. But I’d never know if my pussy was going to receive a hot hard dick, or a cold painful slap. They carried on this treatment for over an hour, making a joke of my reaction as I bounced between pain and pleasure. Eventually, after they’d all cum several times, in my mouth, pussy and arse, they let loose my bonds, and I was allowed to fall to the floor, where I curled up in a ball.
I’d only been laid there for less than a minute, when I felt, first a cold wet nose, as he sniffed around my bottom, then a warm tongue, as he started licking all around my exposed wet crotch. I instantly straightened my legs and turned onto my back.
“GET OFF.â€Â
I shouted at the big black Doberman that was now probing, again using his nose.
“HEY BITCH. DON’T YOU SHOUT AT MY DOG! He lives here, you’re just a slave.â€Â
I’d now sat up, and was using my hands to try and fend-off the dogs probing, as he pushed his head hard down into my inner thighs.
“DO I HAVE TO PUNISH YOU OR WHAT? GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DOG. And if he wants to eat your fucking twat, you get your legs open.â€Â
I knew these men would only force me if I resisted, and I’d probably get a beating as well, so reluctantly, I took my hands away.
“That’s better; now get your legs open.â€Â
I slowly laid myself back down, and let my legs fall open, not wide, but enough for the dog to get his tongue into my crotch. I lay motionless, with tears bleeding from the corners of my eyes, my hands cupping my face to hide my shame. But my beastly bodily instincts were to pour more shame upon me. I was suddenly aware that I’d drawn my knees up and wider apart. Moreover, my hips were lifting, giving the impression that I was enjoying his attention. I made a mental effort to stop my humping, but although I managed to close my legs slightly, my efforts were futile. My humping steadily increased as the dogs probing got deeper, and I let my legs fall wide following an instinctive reaction.
By now all the men were either standing or kneeling around me in a circle.
Their comments were all inferring what a slut I was, and how much I loved the dog’s attention. But hate their words as much as I did, I guess they were right, I was now in full flow, humping up and down violently. Not I hasten to add, to prevent the dogs access, but to enhance the pleasure the dog was giving me.
“Milli my dear, lets have you on your hands and knees. It will feel more natural for Boston to lick his bitch when she’s the right way up.â€Â
With this gently spoken request I was given lots of helping hands to assist me, and I was soon on my hands and knees, with Boston (as I now knew was the dogs name), licking as though we hadn’t been interrupted. My humping, was now somewhat different, I was now more pushing my pussy back towards him. I’d forgotten all about being ashamed, and the tears had gone. I know it’s hard to believe now, but at the time, I was genuinely surprised by the next event.
Boston stopped licking, and my first reaction was to turn my head to see why. But before I’d had chance to focus my eyes to where I thought Boston was, I felt his chest landing on my back, with his great long legs hanging down either side of my bust gripping inwards. I hadn’t time to react in any way, before what seemed like an attack from every quarter at once, was launched upon my body. As Boston tried to grip me tight by hooking his legs around my chest, a man either side had took hold of each knee, holding it still. Another man had grabbed my shoulders. And Boston’s dick was stabbing wildly all around the tops of my legs and crotch area.
I did feign a feeble protest struggle, but in truth, I knew it was pointless. And when Boston’s dick scored a direct hit, it slipped up inside my hole effortlessly. He then proceeded to fuck me in that characteristic frenzied dog way that we are all used to seeing street dogs fuck each other in the scenes from third-world ghettos. His knot was ramming the lips of my pussy, and with every successive push, as my pussy got more excited, it forced itself a little deeper in. Before he’d been ramming at me for a minute, I felt the massive swollen knot entering my pussy. My pussy lips closed around the base of his dick, locking him firmly inside me. By now his dick must have been swollen to a monster size, because as it pulsed inside me, my tummy was feeling inflated. The humiliation that I’d first felt, now was forgotten, as I now revelled in the emotions this pounding was generating.
All hands had now released me, and it was just me and Boston. When I felt him shooting his load of cum, I reacted with a frenzied jerking action pumping not only Boston’s dick and swollen knot out of my pussy, but flooding a cocktail of my own cum mixed with Boston’s, and the residue from the six men. As I regained my control, I found myself lying back in a ball on the floor; bottom up in the air, with Boston licking deep into my pussy.
I turned over onto my back without having to be told to, and opened my legs to give him unrestricted access. Within a few minutes, Boston was humping all around my body, poking his dick at me from all angles.
“Come-on Milli. You can see he wants another go at you.â€Â
I didn’t wait to be forced; I rolled over onto my hands and knees, and Boston was immediately around behind me, and getting mounted. It still took him a few stabs to find my hole, but once found, he was right in to full depth, knot and all in only a few pumps. This was another frenzied fuck, but as I had cum so many times already tonight, I was taking longer to reach a full blooded orgasm. But Boston shot his load in no time at all and immediately dismounted, turning to face the other way. But my pussy was locked tightly around his knot, and wasn’t going to let it go. So as Boston ran over to get praise from his master, I was dragged behind him, by the base of his dick!
This caused much amusement to all the men; they thought it hilarious, seeing me being dragged around like a rag doll stuck to his arse. Then as I’d hoped his knot was shrinking, he decided he wanted another fuck, and he just turned back around, lifting himself onto my back, and started fucking. He repeated this same humiliation at least four more times, and I began to think, I was locked onto him permanently! But I reasoned with myself, that I’d managed to dismount him the first time, because my pussy had dilated so much when I’d had my orgasm. So I guessed, if I wanted to get his dick out, my quickest method was to assist his fucking, by working on my clit at the same time. I gathered all my resolve and forgot about being humiliated, I just let myself go.
So as he mounted me for another fuck, I reached back in between my own legs, and worked my clit for all I was worth. Then as I saw one of the men was within reach, I took hold of his dick, and encouraged him towards my mouth. So now I had a dog fucking my pussy for all he was worth, my mouth forced down onto a guy’s dick, and my other hand back between my legs, frigging my clit. I let my mind drift to where ever it wanted to go, and I felt my orgasm building. As Boston shot once again, the man in my throat did the same. My pussy exploded again, and this time, as Boston turned around, and trotted away, his dick pulled out with a loud.
“Plop!â€Â
“Well gentlemen, I think we can say the girl’s earned her bed for the night. Come-on then Milli, I’ll take you up to your room.â€Â
With that I was taken to a room, where I was allowed to shower, and then retire to bed. I could see by the bedside clock that it was gone five o’clock, and I lay in bed wondering what my husband would be doing, and if my darling babies were ok. The tears streamed down my face all night as I turn first one way then the other, but try as I might, sleep eluded me, and eventually I saw the dawn breaking through the gap in the curtains.
“Good morning my dear, are we feeling refreshed and ready for a brand new day?â€Â
I turned to face the man that had walked into my room.
“God! Milli, you look like shit! You’d better get your fucking self out of that bed and get tidied up. If Hanns get here to pick you up and he sees you looking like that, he’ll fuck off without you. And then he’ll send the meat wagon out here to pick you up. I can assure you, you won’t like where they take you, or what they’ll be expecting you to do. Now come on before he gets here. You were a good girl last night, so I’ll put a good word in for you. Come-on, lets get you to the bathroom.â€Â
He had his hands on my arm, and was encouraging me to slide out of the bed. I had lost the will to resist, but also, lost any interest in doing anything. It seems now the sexual adrenalin from the night before had worn-off, I was left as an empty shell. I slid from the bed, but just sat sprawled on the floor. Not that I wasn’t able to get up, I just couldn’t see the point in it.
“Come-on Milli, be a good girl, I don’t want to see you getting sold for dog meat. If we get you cleaned-up, and you pop a couple of these pills, by the time Hanns arrives, you’ll look as fresh as a daisy. Come-on and then I’ll tell him how good you were last night. It won’t be such a bad life, you enjoy the fucking, and you’ll get well treated if you give the punters what they want.â€Â
I still lay there, not wanting to move.
“Well fuck you then! It’s your funeral. But he’ll be here in less than half an hour, so you’d better make your mind up quick.â€Â
With that he turned on his heals, and disappeared through the door. I lay there in a heap by the side of the bed. I was no longer sobbing; I just lay there in a kind of motionless trance. Then the door opened again, it was as though no time had passed, but in reality, the hands on the bedside clock had moved a good forty minutes.
“What the fucking hell is wrong with her?â€Â
“Search me. She was great after you left her. And she fucked like a good’n into the early hours. But when I came in this morning, she was like a zombie. I can’t get any kind of reaction from her.â€Â
“Well it’s a good job I didn’t pay good money for her. I haven’t got time to sort her out. Pity though, I was looking forwards to fucking her myself. Still, there’s plenty more out there. I’ll get someone to pick her up later, you can make use of her in the mean time if you want to or if not, you can let your dogs have her, I know they enjoy a good bitch.â€Â
Then he turned around, and they both left the room.
How long I lay there I have no idea, time stood still, it was like my life force had ebbed from my body. Men arrived, I can't remember what they said, and I had no idea who they were. They literally dragged me across the floor, and one of them bundled me onto his shoulder. I was carried outside to a waiting van, and bundled in a heap on the floor in the back. The van started, and I was thrown from side to side as they sped their way to where ever they were taking me. Then the van stopped, and I heard the front doors open, then seconds later the back doors spread wide flooding in the daylight. I was immediately hauled up onto one of the men’s shoulders, and carried indoors. The man stood still in a large hallway, and then I heard a familiar sound. Lift doors? The man stepped forwards, and yes now I could see I was right, he’d carried me into a lift! He turned around, and the lift started going down, very slowly, then the noise again as the doors opened. The man now walked out into what I later found out was a large room, where he tipped me off his shoulder, and I dropped onto a settee. He didn’t speak, he just turn back around, and I heard the lift doors shut, then the sound of the lift disappearing. Then there was an eerie silence. I lay there slumped in a heap not having the will or the inclination to move. I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t sleep, I was in a form of suspended animation.
The lights went out, I have no idea how long I’d been there. The lights came back on, I guessed it must be morning, but I have no recollection of sleeping. I can hear the lift coming down, now the doors open.
“Hey! You! Here’s some food.â€Â
The lift doors close, and the lift rises again, and I’m now back in silence. Time passes, nothing happens, I just want to die.
The lift is coming again, now the doors open.
“What the fuck is the matter with you? You haven’t eaten a thing all day. Here’s your evening meal. If you don’t sort yourself out by tomorrow morning, we’ll be looking to move you on.â€Â
The lift goes back up again, and the silence shouts and screams in my ears. The lights go out; I guess its night time again. It could be hours that have passed, it could be days, I have no idea.
The lights are on again, is it morning already? Still no sleep, just this numb dream world, did I say dream? No I meant nightmare world, no dream could be like this. I am beginning to think I must be already dead; maybe this is what its like to be dead. Maybe you do hear voices when you’re dead. No I’m just going mad. The lift again. I can’t be dead; otherwise I wouldn’t know it was the sound of a lift.
“You! Look at me.â€Â
No I’m not dead; I can feel his rough hand on my shoulder, as he pulls me over to face him. He is a big thick-set man, in need of a shave, and shabbily dressed.
“Slap!â€Â
His hand lands squarely across my face, and it stings like hell. Well I can’t be dead.
“I said look at me you bitch. That’s better. Now why the fucking hell are you acting like this?â€Â
His face was square on in my face, and the foul smell of his breath was another indication that I was still in this world. I stared into his eyes; they were getting madder by the second.
“Slap!â€Â
“I asked you a fucking question. Fucking wake up.â€Â
This is difficult to understand, I never even thought about answering him. I just stared at him in disbelief.
He turned to the man stood next to him.
“She’s fucking flipped. I’m gonna go and ring Helmund, to see if he can find anyone who’ll take her.â€Â
“But what about the filming?â€Â
“She’s not gonna be any good for filming; in fact, I can’t think she’ll even be any good to sell for use in a flesh pit. Who’d pay money to fuck that heap of shit?â€Â
They both left, and I was again on my own in silence. Now I know I said I have no idea of time, but they weren’t gone very long this time, before I heard the doors opening again.
“Well my dear, maybe this will bring you to your senses?â€Â
I didn’t look up.
“Not interested in this news-paper? You should be. Looks like your husband wants you back. Fuck knows why, but he’s posted a 10,000 euro reward for information about your whereabouts.â€Â
It was like someone had flicked a switch on the Hoover, my body burst into life. I was all at once, filled with anticipation, pain, hunger and just about every other emotion you can imagine. I sprung from the lying down position, to being seated, and stretching myself forwards to try to see the news-paper he was holding.
“Let me see, please let me see.â€Â
“Well fuck me! She is alive. Now steady on. You get yourself sat back down there.â€Â
"Please let me see what it says.â€Â
"You sit still; I’ll read the bits you need to know. Looks like he has no idea what has happened to you. The police think you’ve just run-off with a lover by the looks of their statement. But your husband is convinced that someone must be holding you against your will. Well my dear looks like someone believes in you.â€Â
“Please are you going to let me go home?â€Â
“Now why should we do that?â€Â
“Please, I beg you.â€Â
“But we paid good money for you, and even if we claim the reward, we’ll only just break even.â€Â
“But please, my children need me.â€Â
“Well maybe we can strike a bargain?â€Â
“Anything! I’ll do anything, just please send me home.â€Â
“So at last you’re starting to see sense? Maybe we can strike a deal, and if you keep your end of the bargain, you could end up seeing your children again.â€Â
â€ÂPlease I'm begging you. I’ll do what ever you want, anything at all, just so long as you let me go home to my babies.â€Â
“Ok first things first. There's a bathroom through there, first thing, get yourself cleaned-up, you look a mess, and smell foul. Then I’ll have some food brought down for you, and you make sure you eat it. I’ll also send down something for you to read. We’ll get you smartened-up tomorrow morning, and start filming you tomorrow afternoon. So you read the script for the part you have to play in the filming, because if you fuck-up this chance, you wont get another. Do you understand?â€Â
“Yes. Thank you. I’ll do it real good I promise.â€Â
“Well make sure you do, because I’ll have to lay out money tomorrow to get the actors and film crew in, and that lot doesn’t come cheap.â€Â
“I won’t let you down I promise. Thank you.â€Â
They both left, but now I was somehow on cloud nine, I can’t explain why. Here I was, still in the hands of some kind of unspeakable men, and about to embark on the filming of a porno film. But none of that seemed to matter; all I could think of was that I would now be able to return home to my children and loving husband.
I rushed around as if floating on air; I was even singing to myself while I had my bath! When I came out from having my bath, there was a hot meal waiting for me, which I ate with a ravenous appetite. Then as I settled myself into bed for the night, I picked up the large folder that contained the story-line for the porno film that they wanted me to perform in the next day.
I read the story, and I’m ashamed to say, I even got worked-up whilst reading! In fact I have difficulty in believing this myself, but from about two pages in, I was fingering myself the whole time I was reading. And being as I was alone down here, and the noise of the lift always gave me an advance warning of anyone approaching, I’d thrown the bed covers off, and been laid spread wide open. I lost count of the number of times I cum, but as I was reading for over an hour, I guess it was lots!
Then I put the folder to one side, and started fingering myself with both hands. Within minutes I was searching the room with my eyes, not moving from the bed, but looking to see if there were any objects that I could use to insert inside my pussy. Then my gaze focused on a hair-brush. This was soon clasped in my hand, and the handle was gliding across my clit as it slid up inside my pussy. I had now got myself worked into so much of a frenzy, I heard the noise of the lift, but seemed almost unable to react to it.
When I did eventually come to my senses, I only had time to throw the brush to one side, but not time to cover myself up before the lift doors swished open. Then two men walked briskly forwards, one either side of the bed. I was struggling to gather-up the sheets to attempt to cover myself from their gaze. But they both dragged the sheets from my grasp, leaving me naked on the bed.
“Well my dear, now we’ve definitely seen a different side of your personality. You really enjoyed reading that story. Didn’t you?â€Â
“I I just read it because you told me I need to get it right tomorrow.â€Â
“Don’t give me that crap. You were going at it like a thing possessed.â€Â
“No honest. I’m only laid here without the covers on because I was hot.â€Â
“I’ll say you were hot! You were fucking hot, we’ve been watching you. Didn’t you realise this place is wired with cameras everywhere. We’ve been watching your every move since you got here. Mind you, up until today, you haven’t been doing much moving. But you’ve made-up for that tonight.â€Â
At that they both started removing their belts, and their jeans were soon thrown to one side with their boxer shorts. It was obvious I was going to get a fucking, and besides, I was at a very high state of arousal already. It was pointless resisting, as they could easily overpower me. And I also wanted to keep on the right side of this man to make sure he didn’t go back on his agreement to let me go home. So with all this in mind, I took hold of both dicks, and did the best job I could manage.
First I had one in each hand, stroking up the length of their shafts to get them both fully hard. But what had started as a task I needed to do to achieve my release, rapidly became a pleasurable experience. They both started to work on opposite ends of my body. I had one man stroking and kissing my legs, while the other was massaging my breasts. While the guy was working on my breasts, sucking and tweaking my nipples, I worked furiously away with his dick. The man on my legs now had me spread wide, and was using both hands, and his tongue to work on both my pussy and arse. I had already been aroused by reading the story, and all my activity with the handle of the hair brush, but now I was in full slut mode. I had no shame or inhibitions; all I wanted was sexual pleasure. And at this point in time, it didn’t matter who or what supplied it!
They both took full advantage of my wanton behaviour, and they both cum several times, in all of my holes. I also had many orgasms, a couple of which were quite spectacular. But they did eventually run out of steam, and about 1 o’clock, they left, and I curled up in bed, and drifted off to sleep. I was re-awakened at eight in the morning, when one of the guys brought my breakfast. This I ate as though I’d not eaten for days, which I suppose isn’t surprising, as I hadn’t had very much to eat over the last few days.
After breakfast I spent the first hour getting myself ready, and by ten o’clock a hairdresser/beautician had arrived. I was pampered and preened for about an hour and a half, then given the clothes I was to wear for the filming. So by twelve o’clock I was upstairs and ready to be introduced to the men that had arrived to either perform with me in the film, or were involved in the actual making of it. There was about twenty plus men, and two big black dogs.
As I’d already read the story that was to be the basis of the film, I wasn’t surprised to see the dogs. But although I’d already been made to have sex with dogs, seeing these dogs here, and knowing I would be filmed having sex with them, it did make me feel a little nervous. So do I tell you what the story line is, or just tell you what happened?
I’m going for the latter; I’ll tell you what happened, some of which was part of the story and filmed, some of which just took place because that’s the way things went. And maybe even that was filmed as well, but probably for their own private use.
The film had eight men, me, and two dogs. One man was my husband, one my father, and two were acting as my brothers. Then there were four robbers. The two dogs were supposedly my fathers guard dogs, and they were let loose in the garden, but immediately returned to the glass patio doors where they spent all their time with their faces slobbering against the glass until they were eventually let back in at the end of the filming. There was one more person, a baby. Not a real one thank god, just a doll well wrapped-up, that was laid in a carrier/car seat.
The film started with me and my husband arriving at the house, my husband carrying the baby in its car seat, and as the door is opened we are ushered in at knife point. It was then obvious that a robbery was in progress, and my father was refusing to open his safe. They immediately turn their attention to my baby, threatening her with a knife. My father of-course starts to cooperate, and the money is removed from the safe, and bagged-up.
Then my husband makes a grab for one man, taking his knife and putting it to his throat. One of the others grabs the baby, and puts a knife to it. My husband has no choice but to drop his knife. He is dragged across the room, and his arms stretched out wide and bound to a shaft of a brush. He is now unable to use his arms, as they are held in a crucifix position. A ball gag is forced in his mouth, and he is stripped. Now they force him to his hands and knees where he is held while he is raped.
Next my father is told to expose my tits. He of-course feigns reluctance, but a quick threat to the babies life, soon sees my tits on show. Now they are naked, and he is told to suck on them. The guy fucking my husband has shot his load up inside him, and has now pulled out. My husband is turned over, so now laid on his back he can see my father sucking on my tits. One of my brothers is told to suck my husband’s dick, he at first refuses, but when my baby’s life is once again threatened he gets on his hands and knees, and takes my husbands dick in his mouth. My other brother is now told to put his hands up my skirt, and he is soon inside my knickers, probing my pussy. I am told to suck the other brother’s dick; this is the brother who is on the floor sucking my husband. Then my skirt and knickers are removed, and my father lays on the floor. I am told to mount him, and I’m soon astride him, sliding his hard long dick up into my pussy. The brother that has been fingering me, mounts me from behind, sliding his dick up my arse.
So we all fuck away, until my husband, who is being sucked off by my brother, starts cuming. They all change positions, and gradually each of the Robbers join in, only one of them at a time, the others acting-out the part of knife attacking robbers. They all fuck me in every hole possible, and I have cum sprayed over me from head to toe. The action lasts for over an hour, and I cum many times. Then as they’ve all spent their last juices, I’m left to relax on the settee, where I lie down with my legs sprawled wide open.
One of the robbers goes up to the big glass patio doors, where the two big Doberman guard dogs have been going wild to get in to protect their master (my Father).
“Hey don’t open those doors. Those dogs will rip us to shreds,†says one of the burglars.
Continuing to open the doors, the other man replies,
“I don’t think they will. They’ve got a more important task on their mind.â€Â
As the doors open, in rush the dogs, and they both push their noses up into my crotch. I have no option but to open my legs as wide as I can, so they can both get their tongues in at the same time. They lick me wildly for about five minutes, and their dicks are swollen out of their sheaths.
“Ok bitch, get yourself into position, the dogs can't wait any longer,†snaps the man who’d opened the doors to let the dogs in.
I did as he ordered, and the first dog mounted me, stabbing wildly with his dick. Which was soon into my pussy, and forcing his knot hard up to my lips. It only took a few determined thrusts before the knot eased itself inside, locking his bitch firmly to him. Now he fucked with a frenzy, and he had cum his first load within less than a minute. He hopped from my back, and was facing away from me, but still firmly attached.
Now the other dog tried to mount at the same time, much to the amusement of all the men. But the first dog was having none of it, and he re-mounted, and started another frenzied fucking session. In all I think he shot about six loads of cum up me before he eventually yielded to the second dog. This second dog was very much a repeat of the first, fucking, and then dismounting, with me still attached. Then after a short breather, he’d re-mount and fuck again. This dog session lasted nearly an hour, both dogs having three separate sessions at me, each session having multiple fucks.
But eventually, the director said,
“Ok boys, that's a wrap.â€Â
With that the filming was over. But not my fucking! I was told to go and get cleaned up, and to make a good job of washing out my pussy. This I did, thinking my days work, and my time as a whore was over. When I came back down, smelling fresh and sweet, and neatly dressed, I could hardly believe the reaction. The whole crew, some twelve or more men, now wanted their turn!
Well I knew I had to go along with it, so I just thought, this will be the last time this happens, so I might as well make sure I don’t up-set anyone. It was two hours later, before they were eventually all exhausted. And now at this point I was told I could get cleaned up again, and I’d be allowed to go to bed.
“But why can't you just take me straight home once I get cleaned up?â€Â
“It’s not that easy. We have to have the film edited and see the first rushes, if everything is ok, then you can go home.â€Â
“But how long will that take?â€Â
“Don’t worry your pretty little cunt about things that don’t concern you. We’ll let you go when we’re ready, and if you ask again, you won’t be going home at all.â€Â
With that I kept silent, and made my way to get myself cleaned up feeling very dejected. Once I'd finished, I was put in the lift, and taken back down to the cellar. I went to bed, feeling very let down, and wondering if I would ever get to see my Husband and children again. When I was awoken in the morning by the man bringing my breakfast, I decided, that the only way I would get through this was to think positive. So I took my breakfast and acted as pleasant as I could.
The man had also brought me some clothes to put on. Well I say clothes, but it was really just a sex outfit. The full bondage gear, in leather. After breakfast I had a bath, and put the gear on. I looked disgusting, leather bra with holes that let my nipples show through. The so called leather knickers were no better; they were like separate holsters for each leg, leaving my crotch fully exposed. There were belts and buckles in every direction. The only saving grace was the big long black leather coat, which nearly reached the floor, and gave me a superficial look of respectability.
It was now ten in the morning, and I was being escorted up in the lift, dressed as a BDSM slave, obviously to perform sexual favours for some man, or men. As I said earlier, I’d decided to be positive, so I was prepared to go along with this treatment until they got confirmation the film we’d just done was ok. But from then on, I expected to be sent home. I wanted to ask how long it would be before they heard about the film, but I knew this only got them up-set, and the last thing I wanted was to spoil my chances of release.
Nobody told me where they were taking me; they just escorted me out of the house into a car. I thought it’s a good job they gave me this coat. We travelled for some miles, until I recognise the outskirts of the city. I was now only a few miles from my house. My heart leapt into my throat, and I almost started crying.
“What’s wrong with you?â€Â
Snapped one of the men.
“Are you taking me home?â€Â
What on earth made me say that? They wouldn’t be taking me home dressed like this.
“Home? You know we’re not doing that until we get the film rushes.â€Â
“No. I mean yes. I’m sorry. It’s just. Nothing, I’m sorry. I’ll be alright in a moment.â€Â
I was having real difficulty stringing words together to make a cohesive sentence.
“You’d better be. We’ll be arriving at the punter's place soon.â€Â
The car pulled up at the doors to an underground garage, the driver opened his window, and spoke into an intercom. The doors opened, and in we went. The car parked, and the men got out of the front, and came and opened my door. They escorted me to a lift, and we were soon walking down a plush carpeted hallway. They knocked on the door.
“Come in,â€Â
We entered, and I stared around in disbelief, the room was every bit like a medieval dungeon. Chains, ropes, weird contraptions, right down to the cold damp looking stone walls. Even the floor was rough cobble stones, all uneven and slippery to walk on, especially in high healed boots! Stood around, dressed in old leather chain-male costumes were about ten men. And over in one corner were the film crew that I recognised from yesterday, all twelve of them.
“Well gentlemen, here she is. Make use of her as you will. We’ll be back to collect what's left of her when you give us a call. Ha ha. Enjoy yourselves.â€Â
And with that the two men who’d brought me, turned and left.
I have never been into BDSM, even just reading the stories or looking at pictures turns me off, so standing here, and not really knowing what these men were going to do, I began to get very frightened.
“Ok you can take that coat off now.â€Â
Said one man. I won’t try to describe who said what, as I have no idea who any of these men were. And anyway, most of who said what is now a blur.
I removed my coat, and stood there, nipples standing proud through the holes in the bra. I’m not sure if I was sexually aroused, or they were erect through fear.
“Come-on bitch, get yourself over here, and spread your legs so we can see your cunt.â€Â
His tone was very demanding, and he held a long leather whip in his right hand. I dashed to where he was beckoning me to stand; it was a circular table top, about a metre across, only a centimetre or two off the ground. As I stood there, legs stretched wide to either edge of this table top, it started revolving slowly around. This was reminiscent of the revolving table the other men had me lashed to last week, except this time I was standing up. The men all stood in a circle around me, most had whips of one kind or another, and they were now starting to bring them into play.
They started gently, or at least most of the men did, more stroking than whipping my flesh with the tassels of their whips. But one man was particularly sadistic, and his lashes were definitely not meant to arouse, he was intent on causing pain, and he was succeeding. I flinched every time one of his blows made contact with my flesh. I must admit, the attention I was receiving from the others was starting to have an effect, and I could feel myself getting aroused.
As I said, not all of the men had whips, some of them were just stroking my flesh, and you can guess which areas they were concentrating on. But now a couple of them had strange clips, like giant spring loaded clothes-pegs. And they were toying with me, pulling my flesh into these clips, and then slowly letting the clip grip my flesh as they pulled them off me. This hurt, but in a strange way was also arousing me. In fact, this whole thing, the contrast of some men being gentle, and some deliberately brutal, was really getting me aroused.
Now the men with the clips were starting to pull flesh into them, and letting the clips snap shut on my flesh, which really was causing pain, enough to make me wince. Other men were undoing buckles, and my clothes such as they were, were coming off. Soon I was naked, and they walked me across to a swing. This swing hadn’t got a flat seat as normal, just a round pole, held up by two ropes. As they sat me on it, they slid me backwards, so that I slipped off the back, the pole stopping under the backs of my knees. My knees were pulled apart, and tied with ropes to the suspending rope at the ends of the poles, pulling my legs wide open. My wrist were tied into loops on the suspending ropes, so I was now slumped down, my open pussy on full show, and my tits hanging over the front of the pole. Some of the men were still running their whips gently across my naked flesh. The sadistic guy was whipping at any exposed pink flesh he could see. But most of them were now into attaching clips onto my flesh.
This was as I’d expected from seeing photos, very painful, but weirdly arousing. Now the suspending ropes of the swing were pulled, raising the pole, hence me higher. They stopped when my pussy was at about the average dick height of most of the men. One man approached me, and started easing his dick up my hole. Once he was in, he held his hands on the pole, and swung it back and forwards, fucking me on and off his big hard dick. This brought about such strong arousal, that it temporarily blocked out the pain the other men were inflicting. This first man pulled his dick out, and stood there shooting his cum up at my torso, some reached my face, but most landed on my tummy and tits.
Now two more men approached, and one eased himself up my arse from behind me, and then when he was fully in, the other one pushed at my pussy from the front. These men positioned themselves, so that they could push the swing back and forth, alternately pushing a dick up one hole and then the other. This again got my adrenalin flowing, and even though the men were now starting to stab needles into my flesh, once the initial sting of the piercing was over, the fucking I was getting was somehow dulling the pain. Now both these men pulled out, and stood facing me while they shot their cum at my face.
Next I was untied, and now I was feeling pain from just about every part of my body, I had clips and needles all over me. As they lowered me to the floor, I had difficulty walking. They half dragged me to a small table, where they laid me face down. Then without warning, I felt the violent lash of a leather whip.
“Crack!â€Â
If I’d thought that man was being sadistic before with his whip, then I was much mistaken. Comparatively, he had just been tickling me.
“Crack!â€Â
And again.
“Crack!â€Â
The pain was like nothing I’d ever experienced, as the lashes rained down across my back and bottom. They didn’t stop, and although I didn’t look around, I could somehow tell it wasn’t just one man doing it. I went past tears, and blacked out.
When I did come back to my senses, I was spread-eagled across a man who was laid on his back on the floor. He was stuck deep up my pussy, and another man was on my back, fucking my arse. They weren’t bothered whether I was conscious or not, all they wanted was a hole to fuck! Both these men shot their cum up inside me, but I was in no state to react to them. Then as they pulled out, two more men lifted me, and lay me on my back on the table I’d just been whipped on.
The men were stood all around looking at my naked body, then I saw two men either side with whips! A cold shiver ran down my spine as all the other men backed-off to give them room. Somehow seeing the men, and knowing when the blows would strike seemed worse. And I felt more vulnerable being on my back, with my tender under body exposed. But I guess this is what gave them their pleasure, because they now took it in turns to flail my breasts and tummy with their whips, cutting my flesh and the red blood splashed everywhere. Once again, I went from tears to screams, and then to blacking-out within a very short time.
And once again I came to my senses being fucked; but this time, there was a man fucking my mouth, one in my arse, and two more trying to force their dicks up my pussy. Although I was now conscious, I didn’t make it obvious, I laid like a lump of dead meat, letting them abuse me. This is when I was really horrified!
All the pain, all the abuse, all the mutilation, was as nothing when I heard what the men were saying. Exact words I can’t remember, but it was something like.
“She’s an awesome bitch. I thought I heard that they couldn’t get her to cooperate, and they were going to dump her?â€Â
“Yeh. She freaked out. And they couldn't do a thing with her, but they tried the old carrot, and she fell for it.â€Â
“What’s that then?â€Â
“They told her that her husband had posted a reward, and that if she behaved herself, and fucked well for the filming, they'd let her go home, and they'd collect the reward instead of having her.â€Â
“And has he?â€Â
“Has he fuck! Well come to think of it, he might have done for all I know. But who the fuck cares, so long as she thinks he has, she’ll do as she’s told. And they’ve got one film in the bag, and she’s well on her way to being trained.â€Â
“So she doesn’t know its all shit?â€Â
“No. They’ll string her along for a few weeks, making as much money as possible out of her. This film today will be worth a bomb. I’ll bet just the two films over the last two days will have more than cleared her cost.â€Â
“So what if she turns into a zombie again?â€Â
“She’ll be so used to fucking sessions by the time she realises, that it’ll only take a few beatings to get her fucking again. If not they'll just slit her throat, and dump her.â€Â
“Seems a shame. She was a pretty little thing before we marked her up.â€Â
“She’s only a fucking whore; this is all she’s any good for. Hang on, looks like she’s coming around.â€Â
I’m sure you can imagine how hard this hit me, I felt like screaming and lashing out. But I knew it would achieve nothing. I had to make my mind up what I was going to do. I could resign myself to this life of debauchery, but no, there was no way that I could live like this. I could retreat back into my shell, like before, and just be a zombie. In fact this was nearly what happened, without it being a conscious decision. But from somewhere deep inside, my love for my husband and children gave me the determination to fight this. But how? My abuse carried on, and I just let them do as they wanted without any resistance. All I could think was that I need to turn the tables. But how I had no idea.
I endured their depraved amusement for about another thirty minutes, before the last man decided he’d had enough, at which point the filming stopped. I was then fucked by most of the film crew, which must have taken the best part of an hour. Then the two men arrived to take me back to my place of imprisonment. They had to carry or part drag me to the car, with my arms draped around both their shoulders. I was pushed into the back of the car, where I flaked out across the back seat. The doors were closed, and off they sped.
“The fucking traffic in this bloody city is getting beyond a joke.â€Â
Said the driver.
“You can’t expect any different at this time in the afternoon, its rush-hour. All these hard working people are going home from a hard days work.â€Â
Replied the other man sarcastically.
The car was stop start, stop start all the time, and I was getting jostled back and forwards on the seat.
“Shit. Fucking red light.â€Â
The car stopped suddenly throwing me to the floor. I picked myself up, and in doing so, I caught a glance of the traffic around us. We were stopped at a red light, at the front of the queue of cars, in the middle of three lanes of traffic. Then I suddenly had an idea, I knew the rear doors couldn’t be opened from the inside of the car. But I also knew that the rear windows would operate from the controls on the rear door, or at least, they did on the way here this morning.
The lights changed to green, I hit the window down button, as the car moved off. As soon as the gap was big enough, my arm was out of the window, and the rear door release button pressed. Then with the car beginning to pick-up speed, I rolled myself out of the door. I hit the road, and the gravel surface burned into my skin as it ripped through the leather coat. There was a screeching of car tyres as the car I’d rolled out in front of swerved and skidded to a halt, missing my head by inches. I looked up and could see the car I’d just jumped from had stopped some fifty metres up the road. The driver jumped out, and was about to run back. But at that point, the occupants of the car that had nearly run me over, both dashed to see how I was. Obviously on the driver seeing these other men at my side, he’d just given me up as a bad job, got back in his car, and the car shot off into the distance.
The men were of-course amazed to see my naked and mutilated body that was now exposed due to the fragile nature of the fashion leather coat. But I guess, even a fashion leather coat must have given me some protection from the road. I was soon in hospital, with police at my bedside. And within the hour, my beloved Göran had his arms gently wrapped around me. The tears flowed all night long, especially when Göran left at about ten, to go home and look after our children. They kept me in overnight, but I was released the next day.
What did the police say? Well as I told them that I’d lost my memory, and could tell them nothing, there was little they could say. Göran was just happy to have me home, and he nursed me back to health. He never ask any questions, he said if I ever was able, and wanted to tell him, he would listen, but he’d never push me.
Well that’s my story told. No I lie. That wasn’t quite the end, some two months later; the police arrived at our house. They told us to be prepared for a shock. They then put a video on. It was me, the first film, including the dog fucking. They said they had to tell us, the film was available on the internet. It was impossible for them to track it down, or prevent its sale. So they said be prepared just in-case anyone recognises you, and either makes comments, or propositions you, thinking you are a tart. My Göran was so sympathetic to me, and never once said anything bad about what he'd seen me do in that film.
The police left, and it was some months before anything relating to this emerged. Still this is another story, maybe I’ll tell this story some other time.
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Miss Saunders was a bitch, a real grade A hardcore bitch. Ok she had a fit body, great legs and tits to die for but she was a bitch. She knew it too and made the most of the fact that the boys wanted to fuck her but hated her at the same time. She wore either
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John was 17 and hated her class, she was his English teacher and he hated her, his cock throbbed when she walked by but her hated her. He sat in his bedroom with his mates Mike who was 20 and Leon 22 and they discussed how they would make her pay. Different scenarios like giving blackmail, or threats but always back to their favourite raping the white bitch. They had ideas of kidnapping her, or breaking into her house, but they were forming a plan they thought would work. John used to lie at night thinking of the plan and how she would feel while he fucked her, how he would humiliate her and how she would become her plaything. He would become her teacher her master and she WOULD obey him and his mates. How his throbbing cock wanted to teach that bitch a lesson and after her who knows another teacher or just some slut from 3rd grade who knew, his power would be endless.
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Monday came and it was English first period all weekend John and his mates had plotted this would be the week. In she walked all uptight and snobby, she looked at the class and started the lesson. John was to attempt to get detention – this shouldn’t be hard as she handed this out to him on a regular basis. She walked round the room during the lesson leaning over the students checking their work when she came to John he heard her sigh ‘Oh John’ she said ‘this really isn’t good enough, every one else is working why is it that you cant be bothered?………well, answer me boy?’
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John grinned ‘shut up, im bored this lesson is shit so im not doing anything’. There was a sharp intake of breath from the class and Miss Saunders went red
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‘That’s it detention tomorrow night after school I’ll teach you some manners young man!’
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John got the result he wanted and after school called his mates. ‘We’re on tomorrow night be outside classroom B5 and I will open the window then we will fuck the bitch and make her sorry!’
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The next day came and John was in a state of excitement all day, he had to go off to the toilet and bring himself off once as he had a hard on that would not go away! The school bell rang and he took himself off to his detention, when he entered the room she was sitting on the desk waiting, wearing a black skirt, black stockings (he hoped) and a pale blue blouse that was heaving with her tits. He looked her up and down and his cock twitched, great he thought. ‘So you turned up’ she glared at him.
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‘Thought id better’ he replied ‘you never know you might learn something too tonight Miss Saunders’ he grinned.
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She looked puzzled, ‘sit down open your book and be quiet, I’m just going to the canteen for a coffee I will be 5 minutes and I expect you to be here when I return
OK?!’
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John looked smug ‘oh im going nowhere Miss’.
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While she was gone John opened the window and sure enough Mike and Leon were waiting ‘Jesus man we thought you’d never open up’ Lean moaned and they all sniggered.
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 ‘Sorry but had to wait till she had gone, now get in and hide behind the door like we discussed’ John ordered his mates
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‘Oh yeh man can’t wait to fuck that bitch hard’ Mick leered.
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‘We will all get a go so pipe down she’s coming back’ John snapped. The two lads stood behind the door and Miss Saunders walked in she shut the door but didn’t notice them standing there as she walked over to John.
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‘So John why are you just sitting there didn’t I tell you to open your book?’ she complained rolling her eyes at him.
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‘Well now Miss I think its time you were quiet and listened to me for a change!’ John demanded.
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 ‘I beg your pardon, I don’t think you quite understand the situation your in John’ she was looking angry and was about to go into a long explanation of things when John slapped her face, she gasped and put her hand to her stinging cheek, then things started to move quickly. John grabbed her by the hair and started shouting at her she was so shocked she couldn’t take in what he was saying but she herd the words ‘bitch’ ‘fuck’ ‘slut’ and was suddenly very scared. She looked at John and pleaded with him, she suddenly realised that although he was 17 he was a full 5’’ taller than her and a lot heavier and stronger. ‘Please John you can go detentions over forget about it, im sorry’ she was crying and shaking.
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Then he spoke softly ‘Miss Saunders, I think we need to talk so sit’ she did and as she did she saw his two friends her eyes widened. ‘These two mates of mine and I have decided as your such a grade A bitch that we are all gonna teach you a lesson’ Mike and Leon smiled and moved closer. John continued, you are gonna let each one of us do whatever we want, if you don’t Leon here is going to cut you’ with that Leon brought out a blade and held it to her throat, ‘is that agreeable?’ She couldn’t speak, john slapped her again ‘I said bitch is that agreeable and you should have said yes sir………hang on no yes master would be better!’
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She looked at him and mumbled he slapped her harder ‘yes master’ she spat. The knife disappeared and Leon’s hand moved into her blouse.
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‘That’s better now get onto your knees in front of Mike and take his cock out! You ever had a black cock before slave? ANSWER ME? Said John.,
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‘No’ she stammered
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‘Mmmmmmm well your gonna sample three tonight and in future every time you answer me you use master or else’
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She took out Mikes cock, it was thin and fairly long, it smelt of piss and she felt sick but she had no choice. Mike rubbed it over her lips and she parted her lips he pushed it in grunting as he did, she tasted stale piss and cum and gagged all the boys laughed at her. Mike held her head and pumped in and out of her mouth forcing himself into her throat she gagged many times but he didn’t care, he must have fucked her mouth roughly for over 5 minutes before he erupted in her mouth, she was pleased that was over but felt hands on her hair and his cock was replaced with Leon’s. Leon had a much bigger cock at least 8’’ and wide really wide, she still had Mikes cum in her mouth and had to swallow as Leon had forced himself in and was pumping with vigour ‘shit this is a hot white bitch’ he exclaimed. He held her hair tight and fucked he mouth like a cunt not caring that her face was bruising as he slammed into her. He had stamina too 10 minutes later her lips were raw and he pulled out and hot over her face, then he slapped her hard.
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 John stepped forward ‘take my cock out slave!……………well what do you say’
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She looked at him with hate in her eyes ‘yes master’ she spat. She undone his trousers and slipped them down his hips as she did his cock popped out and she gasped without thinking
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‘Yes slave he’s a beauty isn’t he and this is gonna fuck you till your sore, now please clean him up as he’s been waiting for your mouth for some time’.
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‘Master I cant take you all in my mouth your too big’ she looked horrified John was at least 10’’ and 4’’ wide.
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‘Oh my dear slut of a slave you can and you will, now SUCK ME TILL I CUM’ and with that he grabbed her cheeks and pushed them in until she opened her mouth, then he roughly shoved into her, she felt her mouth stretch as she accommodated his girth.
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‘owwwwwww’ she sobbed
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‘Shut the fuck up and suck it you white whore’ and he sawed in and out of her mouth holding her head and pushing all the time ‘mmmmmmm yes suck me bitch that’s it feels good, god yes take it all in yeh yeh’ and with that he came. He held her head till he was sure she had swallowed it all and then withdrew.
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She thought thank god I survived, they have had what they want, but her ordeal was by no means over. They roughly stood her up and Mike cut off her clothes till she was standing before them in just her stockings (John was glad he hoped she was wearing them). The boys walked round her touching, pinching and slapping her arse, tits and cunt. ‘Well Miss Saunders time for round 2, go lay on the table over there legs wide………..that’s it good’ they all stood before her looking at her pink clit. One by one they knelt and licked her, her body was betraying her and enjoying the sensations but she was not going to let these bastards know that. Then Mike stood between her long legs, she knew she could take him with no problem ‘please wear a condom’ she begged
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‘Nah bitch we want you to have our seed’ mike snarled. He roughly spread her legs a little more and slid his cock in, she looked down and saw his thin black cock fucking her, he was moaning and she knew he wouldn’t last long, he came after a few strokes
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‘Shit mike what was that’ cried Leon ‘she never even got started’
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Mike looked embarrassed ‘you wait, her cunt is like satin I couldn’t hold back man’ Leon and John laughed.
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 ‘Ok slut let me show you what it feels like to be fucked by a bruther’ and Leon slid all the way in with one push
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‘Mmmmmmm’ she sighed
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‘See the bitch likes it, don’t you slut, tell me?!’
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She was beginning to enjoy being fucked ‘yes master I love it’
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‘Love what bitch’ he demanded
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‘Love being raped by your black cocks……………….ahhhhhhhhhhh’.
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They laughed at her and Leon carried on fucking her hard, she felt his balls slapping against her arse. He was so deep she could feel her muscles tensing round his cock, he was pulling and rolling her nipples and she was moaning, just as her orgasm began he came leaving her hanging. Cum was running down her legs and she heard herself beg for me ‘please master I need to come give me your cock, fuck me hard make me yours, please’.
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John stood between her legs ‘yes slave you want this’ and he held his dick against her clit rubbing gently
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‘Oh yes master, fuck my white whores cunt’ he laughed as she spoke and she felt small and humiliated and she knew this is what he wanted but she couldn’t help it she knew he would own her after this, her an educated 27 year old woman owned by a 17 year old piece of shit but she didn’t care she wanted that cock in her. He held her hips and slammed into her cunt and she screamed this was the biggest cocks she had ever experienced ‘oh no it hurts please no please no’ so he pulled out she sobbed and he slapped her cunt hard
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‘Now bitch beg for it, come on beg’ he sneered
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It hurt too much but she knew she must beg ‘please master fuck me im sorry I have never had such a big dick in me, I will try harder!’ with that he resumed fucking her, her tits were jumping as he slammed in and out and her cunt felt like it was splitting into two but she was cumming ‘yessssssss’ she screamed as it ripped through her and his pace quickened as he met her orgasm and filled her as well, he pulled out and her cunt seeped with 3 loads of cum, again she thought it was all over but again she was so wrong.
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‘Right boys last hole’ and they flipped her over onto her stomach. This time she fought as she had never been arse fucked before but they hit her and slammed her down and one of them sat on her back.
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God no she thought I can’t do this, she was trembling, she knew her arse was going to be invaded and she could do nothing. Cum ran down her legs and she had Leon’s dried cum on her face, her body reeked of sex. She felt small humiliated and useless yet she was excited no one head ever made her orgasm as she had today and that had felt so good. She knew John would want more after today this was just the start and she also knew that after the three of them had taken her arse she would want John to call for her whenever he wanted, she was his slave!
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They stood behind her watching the cum slip down her thighs, Leon scooped some up and rubbed it over her face ‘slut’ he shouted at her. She knew she was but licked the cum that was over her lips anyway.
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Her feet were kicked apart and Mike again took first place. Leon sniggered ‘yeh let pencil dick break her in it wont be so bad after that’
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‘Hey bro less of that, just cause im not a mutant’ they all laughed. Mike dipped his cock into her cunt so his cock was coated and wet enough to rape her arse. Then he positioned it at the base of her anus ‘hey guys she a virgin here’ he said gleefully ‘aren’t you bitch’
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She looked at John and said quietly ‘yes master I am please don’t hurt me anymore’. John walked over to her and said
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‘Slave your fatal mistake was making me hate you, now we are gonna rip your arse apart one by one and your gonna love it………eventually! Go on Mike do it’ he demanded.
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Mike was quite gentle at first not plunging in but taking his time, slow inch by inch he filled her anus and he groan with every movement, she hurt but because he had gone slow it wasn’t as bad as she had expected but things were to change. Suddenly Mike came again he couldn’t last the boys ribbed him and called him names but he was so excited by her virgin arse and how it clamped over his tender dick that he wasn’t gonna argue the feeling had been great as he had released his load into her bowels.
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Next again was Leon she knew he wouldn’t be gentle and she was right first before he entered her he took a ruler and gave her arse many slap leaving big welts, then he got the boys to spread her arse cheeks and shoved the ruler up her cunt then her arse, god she screamed. Then he removed it placed one hand on her hip the other in her hair and piled into her arse, she passed out then and didn’t know how long for but when she woke he was tearing into her pulling her head back by her hair and she thought her neck would break. ‘Yeh bitch, what a tight arse mmmmm you should see this god yeh mmmmmm’ he grunted pushing harder and harder, she thought he was going to cum a few times but after 5 minutes he was still fucking her hard, she screamed for him to stop. ‘Baby wont be long now come on help me make me cum bitch’ she knew he meant to push against him but it hurt so much but if it meant he would be finished. So she pushed back to meet his thrusts and he moaned with pure lust. Then after one huge shove he came she felt his cock pulsing in her arse and felt the stream of hot white cum fill her, then she remembered John.
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He looked at her and she knew there was no mercy to be had, ‘hold her boys this lady is gonna buck when this fills her’. So Mike sat on her back pushing her into the desk and squashing her tits and Leon held on of her legs
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‘Go bro, split her in two’ said Leon.
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He stood behind her rubbing his cock from her clit to her arse and back again teasing himself, every so often he would dip the bell end of his knob in her cunt and she would moan. Then he moved away, eventually he bored of this and slapped her arse then went for the kill, he wasn’t rough though as she expected he slid into her slowly. It still hurt like hell and she cried out ‘shut up slave I’ve only got the tip in’ this made her panic she thought that he was fully in ‘wanna feel it all then slave?’
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She knew what her answer had to be ‘yes master please fuck my arse with your huge cock I deserve to be hurt’ she was sobbing openly now.
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‘I know you deserve it bitch, so take this’ and with that he slammed every inch into her ravaged arse, she was in so much pain she bucked and screamed and tried to move but it was no use he was raping her and she could do nothing. The rape went on and on he would not cum the boys were cheering as he ripped into her, Mike who was sitting on her was holding her arse cheeks open and spitting on her back and Leon was pulling her leg so hard she thought it would break but nothing compared to the pain in her arse, John loved this and knew he would come soon. Her arse was bleeding and torn and her cheeks had welts from the ruler, she didn’t look so haughty now. ‘Slave master is gonna fill you now, are you happy? Do you want it?’ he snarled
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‘Yes master’ she sobbed ‘im happy to be you slut fill me up’. With a great grunt he came it seemed like forever before he pulled out he kept fucking and fucking and grunting.
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He pulled out fast and great globs of cum, shit and blood fell to the floor. ‘Look at the mess you have made slut, get on your knees and lick it up’. This was the final humiliation but as she felt her head being lifted by her hair she knew she would lick up this filthy mess. On her knees her nose pressed into the shit cum filled mixture she licked and retched ‘if your sick you will have to clean that up too slave’ said John.
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She cleaned up all the mess and her face was a sticky sight. John told her to lie on her back at their feet ‘now fuck your self’ he said ‘use your hands and finger your cunt bitch’ Oh how much more could she take, they all stood over her cocks in hand and watched as she played, it felt so good though her gentle touch and she was soon whimpering as her orgasm built, she blocked them out and wanked god it felt good.
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‘Mmmmmm yes yes’ she cried as she came and that’s when she felt a hot wetness on her. She looked up to expect to see them wanking over her but instead to her horror they were all urinating, covering her with their hot piss and laughing, she lay there and cried as they dressed.
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As they left John bent over her and said I have your mobile number and your address when I call you WILL come whenever and wherever, your mine now. Then he kicked her between the legs and walked off.
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The two others looked at her and said ‘white slut’ and spat on her. She was still lying there 30 minutes after they had gone home congratulating them selves on a rape well done and she knew that she wanted more.
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"Okay, take and get her ready, I'll be along shortly," Marie ordered the burly guard! He came over and grabbed her roughly by the arm and practically dragged her down the hall to a spartan room that only had a couple of chairs and what looked like a doctor's examining table. Also in the room was another agent, who stood calmly by the table, as if he was waiting for her. "Take off all your clothes," the man by the table ordered, "and make it snappy!" Ilsa surveyed the situation and realized it would be pointless to refuse, because if the stories were true, these to Nazis would have liked nothing better than to beat her senseless and then take her things off for her, so she slowly began removing her dress. When she was stark naked, the smaller, and it seemed more humane of the two agents asked her to please climb up on the table and lie down on her back. After she was in position, her arms were strapped tightly with restraints, and her legs were forced wide apart and then buckled into position. Unable to move, Ilsa could only imagine all sorts of painful terrors that awaited her. To her surprise, however, instead of inflicting great bodily harm to her, the young guard sat down on a stool between her legs and lathered her entire pubic area with soap, and after only a few seconds later, he produced a long straight razor and began meticulously saving her pubes. While not painful, Ilsa couldn't help but tense up as her most private parts were being displayed in front of the two strange men. When he was finished shaving her, the young guard, who Ilsa later found out was name Dieter, nodded to his partner, who in turn went to the door and summoned Maire Krupp back to the room.
"Well, well," intoned Krupp, "you look as smooth as a new born baby, Fraulein Hoffmeyer!" "What are you going to do to me," asked Ilsa in a trembling voice? "Oh my," Krupp said gaily, "I believe our visitor is a little nervous, well, don't worry about a thing, because today is your lucky day, and I guarantee that none of us here will harm even one hair on your pretty little head!" Ilsa knew better than to trust Marie Krupp, but she couldn't help but feel a little bit of relief at the probably empty promise. "Tape," Krupp ordered, and Dieter dutifully handed her a roll of white surgical tape of which Krupp then tore off a six or seven inch piece and stepped between Ilsa's splayed legs. Positioning the end of the length of tape on her left labial lip, she pulled it hard to the side, pulling Ilsa's vagina halfway open. Krupp then connected the other end of the tape to the inside of Ilsa's thigh, which in turn held her pussy open, while then taking the other piece of tape and repeating the procedure on the other lip. Ilsa's cunt was now more than exposed, it was pulled wide apart and held in place by the two strong pieces of medical tape. "My, my," Marie Krupp said, "she looks like she's ready to get fucked!!!" "Would you like that dear," asked Krupp, "would you like to have Helmut here stick his cock into you and fuck you hard until you cum!?!" It was a rhetorical question, because before Ilsa even had a chance to reply, Maire Krupp continued on, "No, I don't believe you would like that, and since you don't want it, I will respect your wishes and leave your little pussy unfucked!" Ilsa knew that something terrible was about to happen, but she couldn't do anything about it. As she was contemplating her fate, Dieter had slid what looked like a small metal hose into position about eighteen inches above her vagina. It didn't look sinister, but Ilsa knew better, all this sweet talk by Marie Krupp was just a stall until she got around to doing her dirty work.
When the apparatus was finally in place, Maire Krupp again took over and said softly, "Ilsa, I am giving you one more chance to tell me what you know about the underground, if you don't, well then, it's out of my hands!!!" "Growing more terrified by the minute, Ilsa in a bold defiant voice said, "No way will I tell you Nazi bastards anything, so do what ever you must to me, but I will remain silent!!!" A small smile crept over Marie Krupp's lips and she replied, "No, Ilsa, you will finally beg me to listen to you, and you will gladly tell me all that you know!" Marie gave a curt nod to Dieter, who pulled on a lever that in a matter of seconds allowed drops of water to fall from the end of the metal hose and on down to Ilsa's crotch where it hit just to the left of her clitoris. Marie reached up and carefully adjusted the end of the hose until the drips were hitting directly on Ilsa's clit. "Now fraulein, "Maire Krupp offered, "let us see how long it takes you to have an orgasm from the steady dripping of water as your only partner!!!" Ilsa felt sweat begin to break out on her forehead as the relentless dripping continued massaging her now totally erect clitoris. "My, my," intoned Marie Krupp, "look at how her clit is betraying her, I don't think I've ever seen one quite that large, have you Dieter?" The two of them laughed out loud as Ilsa desperately tried to keep her clit under control! Marie began caressing Ilsa's large chest and twisting her nipples, which in turn caused Ilsa's cunt to flood itself with even more pussy juice. Just when Ilsa thought she was about to go over the edge, out of nowhere, Dieter appeared with a syringe full of a clear liquid that could for all Ilsa knew be full of water. Marie took the syringe and slowly shoved it into Ilsa' arm while saying, "I can see that you're trying to resist your orgasm, well this will help you do just that, and in a few seconds it will be impossible for you to have a climax, and I promise you that in a while you will beg me to give you relief!"
Ilsa didn't really feel anything happening, but she had to admit that by now she normally would have had two or three orgasms. Marie ordered Dieter to suck on Ilsa's nipples, and with the young Nazi's mouth attached to her nipple, Ilsa felt the familiar feeling welling up in her surging cunt! "Hah," thought Ilsa, "I won't have any trouble cumming at all, I'm almost there now, but while waiting for the usual rush to rip through her vagina, she all at once got the sinking feeling Marie was right, because try as she might, she couldn't quite get over the hump! Her clit was now on fire in a way it had never been before! The insistent sucking of her nipples was sending a current of electricity directly to her crotch, but no amount of concentration could get her over the top! "Well, Ilsa," Marie asked smoothly, "are you ready to tell what I need to know!?!" Ilsa, now in great distress, shook her head violently and emphatically, NO!!! Marie Krupp just smiled and said, "Maybe a little show will put you more in the mood to cooperate, and with that, she slid out of her clothes and had Helmut do the same. While he may have been little more than muscle to keep prisoners in line, when he dropped his pants, Ilsa could see the largest cock she had ever seen in her life! "You like," asked Marie, while stroking the big cock in her right hand, "Helmut may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but you can see why I keep him around!!!" Ilsa was now in a state of almost a sexual frenzy! She tried her best to hide it, but when Helmut turned Marie around and took her from behind, Ilsa let out a long low moan that coincided with Marie's. The only difference was, that Marie had two hard orgasms in quick succession, while Ilsa was still hanging on the precipice of climax! After she had recovered from her cum, Marie came over to Ilsa and dabbed the sweat from her face and said sweetly, "Mmmm, that was so good, Helmut has such a wonderful penis, I came so fucking hard, but have to admit that I lied to you, I'm afraid we are going to have to let Helmut fuck you so you can feel how big and hard he is!"
Dieter moved the dripping water away from Ilsa's cunt, only to be replaced by the hulking Nazi who was running his cock up and down Ilsa's dripping slit. "Ilsa couldn't even speak, she was in such a high state of sexual arousal, but when Helmut buried his meat deep inside of her with one hard thrust, Ilsa screamed in ecstasy as the huge "hammer" pounded her into submission! "Is it good, dear," Marie asked soothingly, "don't you just love his big pecker inside of you!?!" By now Ilsa was totally gone, and all she could do was babble incomprehensibly, but the gist of it was that she was getting the fucking of her life!!! Marie Krupp leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Can you tell me now what you know, dear fraulein?!?" Ilsa moved her lips but no sound came out, except for the guttural growl of a wild animal in heat. Marie leaned over and took a hard nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, driving Ilsa to even greater heights! She was beginning to think that she might die right there on the table, her need for sexual release was so great, and while she didn't want to betray her cause, it was becoming very apparent that something was going to give! Marie again whispered into her ear, "Ilsa darling, just nod your head if you will cooperate, if you do, I promise you that within thirty seconds you will have the orgasm of your life!!!" It was over and Ilsa knew it, she couldn't hold out for another second, and so with great reluctance she nodded her head yes, while Dieter, standing by with syringe in hand, quickly stepped in and gave Ilsa a second injection, this one an antidote to the first. With all of her sexual energy concentrated on the tip of her clitoris, it was only a matter of moments until Ilsa's vagina was being not only ravaged by Helmut's monster cock, but by a whirlwind climax that tore through her like a raging tornado! With all the pent up sexual energy, Ilsa came for what seemed to her to be hours, even though it was only for a minute or two! When she finally came down from her high, Marie caressed her head in her arms and whispered what a good little slut she had been. Marie gave Dieter a nod, and he again arranged the water spout over her now gaping pussy. Ilsa whispered hoarsely that she was ready to cooperate, and pleaded with the Nazi bitch to leave her alone, but Marie smiled a sadistic smile and said evenly, "Oh dear, Ilsa, we are having too much fun to stop now, I think another two or three orgasms should just about do it!"
Drip, drip, drip, it was happening all over again! A sharp jab in her arm and the drug began to work its magic! Ilsa let her head roll to the side just in time to see Helmut mounting Marie Krupp and pounding his dick deep into her pussy! Her own clit began to careen out of control! It was going to be a long night!!!
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PROLOGUE
It was a normal day when Mary woke up. She took her shower, got dressed, and ate her breakfast. When she started out for work, a woman approached her asking for directions. She parked her van next to Mary's car. When Mary turned to face her, the van's side door flung open and a man pulled her into the van. The woman ran around to the driver’s door, hopped in, and drove off. She drove for about 2 hours to the middle of nowhere
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The screams of the woman died quickly once the injection given took hold of her. She was soon out like a light. The man in the back of the van with Mar
She then heard them talking in the front of the van but could not make out the words. The ones she could recognize, she did not hear enough to understand what was being said. About a half hour later she felt the van turn right unto a gravel road and fifteen minutes later it came to complete stop. The sun was bright and the air was crisp. When the door to the van opened, Mary was temporarily blinded. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw both her capturers. The woman was thin and slender, a gap between her thighs and size 36d cup at least. The man was tall and husky. A big man, not fat, and a nice six pack. He pulled Mary out of the van and immediately. Her nipples stood erect from the cold air and her clit was tingling. Her legs were weak also from the torture of the climaxes that ripped thru her body. He walked her to the big farmhouse and she noticed that she could only see houses in the far distance. She realized that no one would hear her screams. She could die and no one will know. She walked up the stairs and into the house. They took her to this room on the main floor. When the doors opened, a huge room unfolded before her. In the room was a long chair with an Ottoman attached, but made extra long in one corner, and a birthing chair in the corner just adjacent to the chair. On the other side of the room, chains and handcuffs hanging from the walls and ceiling. In a hutch built in the wall were all kinds on dildos and oils. On the other wall were all different kinds and sizes of whips. She walked into the room and was guided toward the birthing chair and told to climb in. She did as she was told. Scared to death, but more scare of what might happen if she did not do as they say. Once she was in the chair, she spread her legs to go into the stirrups for her legs. The woman strapped her legs down and opened the stirrups as far as her legs would allow. It pushed her legs apart and back at the same time, so she was completely open. Her pussy and ass hole exposed to the world. She then tied Mary's wrist together behind her back, pushing her titties straight out and tilting her head back. She was posed for the taking. Access to any hole she has and titties begging to be abused. Putting a pillow under her head so she can see the festival before the ceremony, Mary found out exactly what was in store for her. She was scared now.
The man stood in front of Mary and ran his hands all over her body. He then sat down in the chair that was right in front of her. He put his hands on her pussy and started massaging it. He pulled the lips apart, pulled back the hood over the clit, and sucked it. Biting on her clit and pulling on it put Mary into frenzy. Her body started shaking and bouncing. He made her cum in five minutes. He slowly licks her juices when he heard his wife's voice instructing the girl on the night's festivities.
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"For tonight we will have you for dinner. We will suck you, fuck you, and then the real fun began." The woman stared to undress and Mary sees her breast. They were huge, 38dd at least. She had a V-shaped frame and shapely hips. and a round ass. Mary was jealous just looking at her. She could not believe she was actually looking at this woman like this but with this man sucking her pussy, she could not think of anything else but sex. She hears the woman saying, “We're going to fuck you so hard in your pussy and ass and mouth. You will have cum dripping out of every hole on you. Your pussy and ass will be stretched passed their limits. You will cum and squirt constantly. You will not be allowed to move so this will also be your bathroom. Our master loves the smell of cum and urine. The more on and in you, the happier he will be. That means we will be rewarded for our efforts. At mid-night you will be completely ready to meet your new master." She finished undressing and Mary noticed that not only did she have huge breasts; she also had a huge dick. It was 15" long and 6" thick. She pulled her dick up and showed Mary a hot juicy pussy underneath. It took Mary's breathe away. She never even heard of anything like this; much less saw anything like this. Then the woman turned around, bent over, and showed Mary she also had an ass hole. Mary was truly in shock. Then the woman started playing with herself. Jerking herself while finger fucking her own pussy. She was moaning and Mary could not help but rub her pussy against the man's mouth. The woman was making Mary very horny. She could not control herself. Then the man stopped sucking and the woman took his place.
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He then started removing his clothes and to her surprise, he was bigger than she was. Eighteen inches long and 8" thick, this muthafucka was hung like a horse. He started rubbing up and down his enormous cock. It's getting harder and harder, protruding from his body. He had the biggest nipples she has ever seen on a man. He had eraser size nipples. , very big for a man. He walks over to Mary, takes his cock, and pushes it into the woman's pussy. Both of them begin to moan loud and hard. The woman says, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard with that big fat dick". He pushes his dick deep into her. He penetrates her so deep; it sends a sharp pain through the woman. She yells as he rams his dick deep inside her harder and harder. The woman sucks Mary's pussy deeper and more fiercely as the thrust get harder in her. Mary cannot move a muscle. All she can do is rock her hips back and forth. Mary moans louder as she feels the thrust from the man into the woman while the woman sucks the shit out of her pussy. The man is ready to come, and snatches his dick out of the woman's pussy and walks by Mary's face and jerks off. An immense amount of his juices explodes all over Mary's face and titties. He then returned to the woman's pussy and his dick grew harder as he fucked her some more. He was ready to fuck Mary's tight cunt.
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The woman stood up and the two started kissing. Mary watched intensely. Suddenly she realizes nothing was licking her, touching her, or vibrating her. She was starting to miss the object assaulting her body. She watched as the two rubbed and caressed each other. Then the man got on his knees and sucked the woman's dick. She could not believe it but also not only was she watching a man suck a real dick, she was also turned on by it. Her pussy began to pulsate and she felt herself getting wet. She could hold back no longer. She let herself go. Allowing herself to enjoy what was happening to her since it was going to happen anyway. Telling herself, she should fell no guilt for this. She was forced into this situation. This was nothing she asked for. While she watches the man suck this woman's dick, she saw the woman grab the back of the man's head and shoved her dick down his throat. You can see his throat swell when she inserted her dick and go back to normal when her dick was removed. She fucked him hard in his mouth and he gagged a few times but he wanted more. She took hold of his head and rammed her cock as far as she could and came down his throat. He grabbed her ass and dug deep into it. , trying to take her whole dick in his mouth. When she finished, he stood up and walked over to Mary, put his mouth on her pussy, and smeared cum all over it. The woman's dick was extremely hard now and both of them are ready to fuck this bitch. First up was the woman. She rubbed the tip of her dick up and down Mary's pussy. When it was nice and wet, she pushed it in Mary pussy hard and deep. Mary screams as the woman's dick tears thru her. The woman spares no mercy. She fucks Mary like a dog. Ramming in her, not caring if she is hurting Mary or not. "haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, shit, please stop." Mary screams. The woman just fucks her harder. Squeeze her titties hard. sucking and biting her nipples, while forcing her cock in her raw. The woman then shoved her cock deep in Mary and start grinding her. She pushed the base of her dick against Mary's clit and grind faster. Mary was shaking now as her climax built deep within her. The woman pushed harder and deeper as Mary began to come. She started cuming when she felt her bladder was full. Unconsciously she could not bring herself to pee. Nevertheless, the woman did not let up. When she realized Mary had to come, she dug deeper, pushing harder against her bladder. Mary's pussy was on fire. Her bladder hurt from needing to be relieved. Her pussy lips throbbed because of all the sensations that were hitting her pussy at once. Before she knew it, her bladder betrayed her and released her piss all over the woman's cock. The woman was over overjoyed to feel the warm piss pushing its way down her dick, into her own pussy, and ending at her ass hole. The woman loved this: her motto was "the wetter the better". She then started her own accent into climax heaven. The woman buried her dick into Mary's pussy and dug her nails deep into Mary's ass for support, took Mary's nipple in her mouth and bit down. She then exploded in Mary’s pussy. Thru the woman's own delight, she fucks Mary with all she had. When she came, she followed it up by pissing all in her pussy. Before letting the man have his turn, the woman finished by pissing all over Mary's face and breast.
Next was the man's turn. He chose a very virginal place to perform his duties. Using the piss and cum running out of Mary's pussy, he ran the tip of his dick over her ass hole. It was so tight. He played with her little brown flower with his finger and barely got in. He slid his middle finger in and out of her ass hole until it was extremely moist from the piss and cum; he felt her ass was ready for raping. He pushed the tip of his dick in her ass. Mary's ass fought against the foreign invader from entering her most forbidden place. He kept pushing till the head of his cock popped in. Mary started screaming blood murder. Tears began to stream down her face and begged him to remove his dick. “You're killing me. You are killing me. Take it out. Take it outâ€Â, "damn it, shit, you're fucking my ass", "no, no, no". The man ignores her cries and tears, and fucks the shit right out of her ass. He will stuff her ass with every inch of his dick and hold it there. He started smacking her titties. He took one in his hand, pinching and smacking each one until they were bright red. Pulling on them, he began sucking and biting on them. The woman stood over Mary and sat her pussy in Mary's face. "Suck my pussy bitch. I better feel your tongue all over my pussy and ass hole." She rubbed her pussy against Mary's face and Mary sucked it. She licked all over it. , and sucked cum from her ass hole. The woman was jerking her dick and watch, as Mary's ass was being torn open. She then leaned down and sucked Mary's pussy in a 69 position. The woman sucked Mary's pussy hard while shoving her cock down Mary's throat. Mary did not know what to do. Her pussy was crazy; her ass was on fire; and her mouth was hurting. She started to cum again. Squirting and pissing all over his dick and in the woman's mouth. The man could not hold back any longer. He came in her ass while ramming his cock in her ass. He went crazy. Pounding in her deep in her bowls, He spread her legs wider and dug deeper in her when he started pissing. Almost finish, he pulled it out her ass, walked to her face and put his dick in her mouth. "Suck your ass off my dick," he said. Sticking it deep in her throat, he began pissing again. Choking her on his piss, he pulled out long enough for her to breathe, and then he stuck it back down her throat. He fucks her mouth, and his dick was ready to come again. His wife was fucking the girl’s ass now and while her husband fucked her mouth, she started cuming. Hearing his wife cum, he released his load. Jets of hot cum shot down Mary's throat and he dumped a lot of cum into her stomach. Both him and his wife pulled their dicks out of Mary, stroked themselves and came all over her again. When they finished pissing on her, they noticed the witching hour was approaching. They needed to set things up.
Mary will soon Meet The Master - HAROCKICOCK.......................................
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Joe closed and locked the kennel doors before turning out the lights. He decided to wait for a few minutes to make sure all the occupants had settled quietly for the night before making his way back to the house. He also needed time to make sense of the conflicting emotions racing through his mind, before he rejoined Bob and his friends.
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There was no doubt he had participated eagerly in the equine abuse of little Lisa. The incredible high he experienced as she came under her well endowed lover, while simultaneously taking his load in her mouth and face, was the most intense experience of his long life. But now as his ardor cooled, the full consequences of his actions this past few days flooded his mind. He could never again claim he was just going with the flow because this time he was as much involved as the others. There was no doubt he had gone to a place in himself that he was shocked to find existed outside a bottle.
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“Jeeze Lily how the hell did I get here?†he whispered aloud. He did not receive an answer nor was one expected as his wife had died of breast cancer eight years ago. He still liked to talk to her though when he needed to work through some difficult things in his head. He hit the drink bad after his beloved Lily gave up the fight and his memories were hazy for about four years after that. Bob had kept him supplied with booze and run things while he was out of his head. It was only when he came to his senses a few years ago and finally got dry that he realised his dreams of young girls sucking his cock and riding his mouth were in fact memories of actual events.
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“I should have put an end to it then babeâ€Â, he muttered. He turned from the house and walked around the back towards the far paddock. The coolness of the evening and the bright grey light of the moon were a soothing balm for his aching mind. He couldn’t face the house just yet; the stale smell of cigarettes, booze and cum would be nauseating after being in the fresh air for so long.
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He had wanted to. He took Bob aside when the latest batch of victims turned up and told him this was the last of it. He could carry on his perverted games somewhere else. “This is not right sonâ€Â, he had said earnestly ‘I wanna get back to some honest farming.â€Â
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Bob did not argue he just took Joe to the office and showed him the farm accounts. The place was losing money and had been for years even since before his wife died. The Vet practice was non-existent. Then he turned on the pc and opened an account number at some foreign bank. “This is the money our other business brings in Pop, you really wanna go back to farming?â€Â
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The number of zeros before the decimal point was scary. Joe had never seen that number and money in the same sentence before. “Its not as if they don’t enjoy the sex, and they all go to good homes after they are trained†smiled Bob.
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“I wish I had been stronger Lily, I might have saved herâ€Â. Joe sadly thought of the little 12 year old in the last batch. They had sent her to the kennels and he had been proud of how she fought. She fucked every one of the dogs even though her little crotch ripped to accommodate the monster dog cocks. But it was the insanity of the last day that really gave him pain.
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I told them it would kill her, but they were too drug-crazed to care. She was never going to be able to take the 18 inch stallion cock, it was 3 inches thick for Christ sake! She died screaming as the horse filled her belly with jism. She was buried out on the farm somewhere Joe didn’t know quite where. He was glad little Lisa had at least been prepared for her ordeal tomorrow. If she uses the experience he gave her tonight, she might just survive on the bigger horses tomorrow.
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“Oh well there’s nothing I can do anyway†he sighed. But tonight that old cop out just didn’t sit right. He was surprised to find himself looking forward to seeing little Mandy. “Now there is a fighter if ever I saw one†he smiled to himself proudly.
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“Holy Jesus!
What the fuck is going on here?
Are you guys fucking crazy?
Oh No!
Oh my God!â€Â
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Joe could not believe his eyes when he went in the house. He quickly took in the scene. All three men were fucking Mandy again, but this time she had not been able to breathe and her little body lay blue and limp as they pumped it mercilessly. Merv was laughing as he pulled his cock from her mouth, ‘Jeeze that was awesome I came just as she stopped breathing. Read somewhere it was supposed to be good and I aint arguingâ€Â.
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Joe rushed over and pushed the others away. Mandy’s body was warm so there was still a chance. He laid her on her back and gave her CPR urging her to come to.
“Hey Joe if you want my cum that bad I’ll let you blow me for free†laughed Merv. The others joined in, the whole scene hilarious to their drug hazed eyes.
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Joe ignored him, she was slipping away and his heart was breaking, he could not let another little one go. “Come on sweetheart take a breath,†he urged as he ignored the smell and taste of Merv’s cum to blow air into Mandy’s Lungs.
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Louise was screaming in the background, begging him to save her daughter. He could not see her. Finally when all seemed lost Mandy inhaled a deep breath and started coughing. “Good girl†crooned Joe, “I knew you were a fighter, I knew you would stay with meâ€Â.
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Mandy opened her eyes and looked at him with such regret “Why did you bring me back uncle Joe? Did you really think I would want to come back to this?†The tears flowed down her face.
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“Oh my poor baby, My poor Baby,†sobbed Louise. Joe looked around and finally found her. She was hanging from a hook in the ceiling. Her hands had been roped together so that the rope held her just high enough to stand on tiptoe. Between her legs someone had placed a broom handle, the object obvious. As she tired the handle would work its way further into her pussy causing her severe discomfort. It must have been agony for her to watch Mandy and not be able to move around the rough pole. Joe released her and beckoned her to go to her daughter.
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While the younger men staggered drunkenly to their rooms, Joe set about tidying the living room. The little kid had really scared him, he was sure she was a goner. He was worried now though, he could see that the fight had been torn out of her. She was giving up; she would be lucky to survive tomorrow. It surprised him how much this bothered him.
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“My poor, poor baby!†sobbed Louise as she held her younger daughter tight to her breast. “I thought we had lost you darling. Don’t you ever give me a fright like that again!â€Â
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“Its not like I had much choice Mumâ€Â, croaked Lisa. “I could not get my breath and they would not let me take one. When I blacked out I was sure it was for good. I was glad Mumâ€Â. She started to cry. “I cant take anymore I am only 13. I shouldn’t have to do this!†She curled her little body up smaller and nestled more tightly into her Mums embrace.
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Louise let her own tears fall quietly down her cheeks and drip gently onto her daughter. She would be eternally grateful to the old man, if he had not come in when he did…! The tears came harder then as she realised there was nothing she could do to help her babies. Hanging there watching her daughter suffocate were the worst minutes of her entire life. Her pussy was raw from her efforts to lift herself from the broom handle and go to her daughter’s aid.
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It had all started so simply. Merv had called her over and pushed her face into his lap. She immediately took him in her mouth and proceeded to give him the best blowjob she could. He rubbed his calloused hand roughly in her hair and took a long toke from his joint inhaling deeply. “Read me a good book a couple of weeks ago Bob†he yipped, his lungs simultaneously contracting around the smoke.
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“Oh yeah? Didn’t know you got that far in school pal†laughed Bob in reply.
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“Yeah all about the Romans and what they used to get up to with their female slaves,†continued Merv ignoring the Jibe. “I tell you man, those guys knew how to fuck! Yes Sireee! And leave it all to what they used to get up to when they sacked a city, Holy fuck, lets just say it was not a good idea to be a woman just about thenâ€Â.
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“What kind of shit they get up to?†asked Dave, suddenly intrigued.
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Merv paused for effect then enthusiastically continued, “Well they used to stick stakes in the ground, big thick ones about two inches thick and eight foot high. Then they would get a woman and put her sitting on it with the stake in her pussy. Then leave her there as the weight of her body slowly slid her down it to her death. Sometimes it could take hoursâ€Â.
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“Wow!†replied the other two very impressed.
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“What do you think of that Louise? Asked Bob. She stopped sucking Merv’s Cock and looked up.
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“That would be a horrible way to dieâ€Â’ she said with a whisper. “Those Romans were very cruelâ€Â.
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They all laughed at her.
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Bob got up then and went out to the kitchen, soon returning with a broom and some string.
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“Take the plant off that hook by the window Dave, I got me an ideaâ€Â.
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He caught Louise’s hair as he passed and pulled her roughly off Merv’s dick.
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“Hey man I was getting ready to blow then!†he moaned.
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“Get up and give me hand†chuckled Bob, “This will be well worth itâ€Â.
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He dragged Louise over to the window and roughly tied her hands together leaving about two feet of rope between. Then he lifted louse and hung the rope from the hook that previously held the geranium now discarded on the floor. When Bob let her down Louise was hanging from the ceiling with her feet just touching the ground.
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“Bring the broom over Merv†he ordered and then pushed the handle into Louise’s pussy. Louise moaned as the rough wooden rod forced its way into her delicate insides pushing really painfully against her cervix. As Bob and Merv watched the results of their handiwork Louise found that by standing on the tips of her toes while simultaneously supporting her weight on the rope she could keep the broom handle from penetrating too far. But she knew that inevitably fatigue would overcome her resistance and her weight would bear her down the homemade skewer. She hoped they would come to their senses before her strength gave out otherwise the handle would do her serious damage even perhaps kill her. Looking at the crazed eyes of her captives at this moment she was extremely worried.
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Bob and Merv watched her struggling for a while and then suddenly got bored. “It should get more fun when she gets more tired†Merv told Bob and then walked away. Bob followed leaving Louise to endure her suffering alone.
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“ I fancy me another three on one,†said Dave rubbing his newly hard boner. “What is it with this family Bob? They make me hard all the time!â€Â
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Laughing he turned away and went over to Mandy who was lying, wrapped tightly in the cradle position where they had left her last time. Se whimpered as he roughly dragged her up by the hair.
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“Stand up straight slag and turn around slowly while I decide which hole I wanna fillâ€Â. He smacked her round the head to reinforce his point.
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Mandy slowly turned around legs spread and arms in the air as she had been taught.
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“Dance for us bitch†added Merv getting into the groove. “I wanna see a cock raising dance right now or I will whip the skin off your back.â€Â
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Bob fell a thrill run through his lower body and his cock began to grow again. He was enjoying this game. He found he wanted to join in.
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“Tell us how you want all our cocks in you again slut! Tell us how much you loved it last time and beg us to do it again. You better sound like you mean it!â€Â
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Mandy shivered as she danced and it wasn’t from the cold. She caught the look in Bob’s eye and reading the vibes she new that she would be lucky to survive the next hour. “Oh uncle Bob, uncle Merv, uncle Dave, Please put your cocks in all my holes again! Please I love it and want it so much. I love all your big cocks filling me and shooting me full of cum!â€Â
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She danced as provocatively as she could, she did not want to give Merv the chance to carry out his threat and whip her.
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“Come on fuck bunny let’s see you push that pussy on my old throbbing pleasure pole†said Bob settling on the sofa and rubbing his cock.
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Mandy obeyed immediately and within a minute was greasing Bob’s cock with her juices as she slid slowly up and down his thick rod.
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“What do you say baby?†he asked as he took a sharp breath enjoying the effects of her tight preteen pussy on his fully erect member.
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“I love your cock uncle Bob. I just love the way it makes me wanna cum when I ride it like this. It totally fills me I just love it!â€Â
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Just then her head was pushed forward and big Dave roughly pushed his black rod straight up her ass. Luckily he used some KY, which made the passage a bit less painful. Mandy knew well that it wasn’t for her comfort. She paused as she felt him find his rhythm and Bob then matched it.
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Merv punched her ribs. “What do you say slut! Tell me what you want, tell me how good it is!â€Â
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Mandy grunted, her ribs were already bruised and the punch really hurt her. She pulled her mind back to the job at hand. “Oh this is so good†she moaned “I love being filled with lovely cocks. Uncle Merv please put your cock in my mouth I so wanna suck it and make you cumâ€Â.
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Merv chuckled, “Oh little darling I am so glad you asked me to do this, you know I would never force youâ€Â. “Bob guffawed loudly and increased his pace as he pummeled the little girls pussy.
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Mandy looked over Bobs head to her mother and gave her a small smile. She tried not to let her pain show trough but the sight of her mother released the flood of emotion she had held in check and her eyes welled. She opened her mouth to sigh and before she could complete her breath Merv’s pole forced its way between her lips and down her throat. She fought the gag reflex and tried not to panic while she waited for Merv to withdraw and she could take a breath. But Merv’s’ out stroke was not long enough and he entered her throat again before she could get any air in her lungs. She started to struggle and her muscles tensed as she fought to take in some air around the invading cock.
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Bob and Dave felt the sudden pressure on their members. “Whatever you are doing don’t stop Merv,†gasped Dave “this is brilliantâ€Â.
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Mandy was suffocating and in a high state of panic now. She struggled to get away from her rapists but they just held her tighter. “Try and cum as she dies guys it is supposed to be unbelievable,†laughed Merv as he held her hair and ears so tight, she could not even turn her head. She could hear her mother’s screams in the background as a terrible noise filled her ears and the blackness came to claim her. As she gave herself to the void she could feel the warm fluid fill her as all three men came at once, gasping aloud.
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She could not help but feel disappointment that the sum total of her life was to give it for the pleasure of three evil perverts. Her last thought was relief that her suffering finally over.
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Suddenly her eyes shot open as life-giving air filled her lungs, she gave herself to the impulse to cough and gagged around the taste of cum as it filled her mouth. When her breathing regulated she opened her eyes and saw the old man smiling down at her.
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. “Good girl†crooned Joe, “I knew you were a fighter, I knew you would stay with meâ€Â.
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She remembered then where she was and realised the nightmare hadn’t ended.
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“Why did you bring me back uncle Joe? Did you really think I would want to come back to this?â€Â
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She watched as the old man rescued her mother and enjoyed the safe feeling as Louise cradled her in her arms. She hoped her mother would never let her go. Eventually she fell asleep.
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Mom just how can Shego be my father when she is a woman...Kim Shego is a little different than other girls.... Mom what are u saying that she is a hermaphrodite..... Yes that is it Kim.....She knew how to make a girl have a orgasms it was the best sex I ever had Kim....Mom I don't need to be hearing this, and beside I know how it feels when a hermaphrodite has sex with u....KIm how do u even know that your still a virgin...No I'm not mom I have had sex with a hermaphrodite, she made me her bitch....Who is she Kim, I want to know who made my daughter there bitch....Mom I'm not going to stop being with her no matter what....Who is she Kim? Tell me right now Kim.. Why mom u had sex with Shego bet u r her bitch...Because I want to know Kim and I'm not her bitch I'm her slut, now tell me w
Kim start's to walk up to her room... Kim I want to know what u mean by what u said? Mom Bonnie told not to wear any panties or bra's anymore.... Oh easier for her when she wants to fuck u... You know her reason for that.... Shego had me do that for the same reason.... Kim right then the phone ring's... Wait let me answer the phone then were going finish talking about this... Hello... Kate I am going to be in town tomorrow and I want your slut ass at the hotel waiting on me and don't wear any panties's or bra... understand slut.... Yes Shego and Kim know your her father.... I don't care about that u better be at the hotel waiting on me slut.... I will but she is dating a hermaphrodite as well.... What did I just say slut? To have my slut ass at the hotel waiting for u with no panties or bra on... That's right slut see u tomorrow... Kate hangs up the phone.... Ok Kim I'm no better than u as soon as Shego called I go running to her....
Just as Kim start heading up to the room, the phone rings.... Mom it is Shego for u again.... Kate answer the phone... Mrs...Possible may I speak to Kim please? Yes Bonnie u can talk to her... Kim it's for u... Yes Bonnie....Bitch I'm coming over so u better be in your naked and ready for me.... Yes Bonnie...Kim hang's up the phone and runs up to her room to get ready for Bonnie...Guess Bonnie's coming over....Kim was sitting on her bed naked waiting for Bonnie to show up....There was a knock on the door... Kate answer the door.. Hi Mrs.. Possible I'm here to see Kim to go over what happen at cheerleading practice.... No your not Bonnie... What do u mean Mrs.. Possible? Kim told me everything... So she is up in her waiting for u... Yes Mrs.. Possible but where is her room? All the at the top of the stairs.... Mrs..Possible your not mad that I'm treating your daughter like my property? No there's nothing I can do about it... Bonnie go up to stair so can satisfy her needs.....
When she walk's into Kim's room she seen her sitting on her bed naked.. Bonnie knew she was waiting for her to come and use Kim.... Bonnie walked over to her, ok bitch lay down and get ready while I get undress... Once Bonnie was naked, she climbed in between Kim's legs and slammed her cock into Kim.... Oh yes fuck me harder Bonnie... Bonnie start slamming her cock in and out of Kim not care if anyone heard her moan or not...Kim was moaning loud enough where her mom heard her... Bonnie is really giving it to her... Bonnie was pounding the hell out of Kim when there was a knock on her door...Bonnie got up and answer the door... Mrs... Possible can I help u? I don't care how u fuck my daughter but u need to keep her quiet so when her dad get's home.... He doesn't find out that you two are up here fucking... Yes Mrs... Possible I will put something in the bitch's mouth..Thank you Bonnie.... Bonnie shut's the door and grab her socks when she is head back to the bed...
When Bonnie slammed her cock back into Kim she shoved her socks into Kim's mouth... Now I can fuck you as hard as I want and don't have to worry about anyone hearing you moaning....Bonnie was fucking the hell out of her when the phone rang... Bonnie pick up the phone as asked can I help you... May I speak to Kim please... She is busy Ron... So what do you want? I was going to ask her if I proved I was a better fucker than u... If she would start dating me instead of you.... Can u make a moan so loud that u have to shove something into her mouth to keep her quiet? No I haven't.... Then bye and Bonnie hung up the phone....Bonnie started fucking her even harder... All Kim could taste was Bonnie feet....There was a knock on the door.... Who is it? Bonnie supper will be ready in an hour... Ok Mrs.. Possible we will be down... Bonnie smiled while she was fucking Kim...
Kim felt Bonnie's cock sliding in and out of her and she was moaning into Bonnie's socks... You how I am fucking don't your.... Bonnie smiled because she know Kim wasn't going to be answering her with her mouth stuffed with her socks... Bonnie was fucking her harder and faster not caring that Kim pussy was starting to her from the pounding Bonnie was giving her... Kim moved her hand to take Bonnie's sock out of her mouth... Bitch are you planning to take my socks out your mouth? Kim shakes her head yes... I will take them out when I'm done fucking you understand.... Kim shake 's her head yes....Bonnie was a little pissed because Kim tried to remove her socks from her mouth... So she started fucking Kim even harder than she was before....
Kim had tear's running down her face while Bonnie was fucking as hard as she could..
Bonnie bite down on Kim right tit as she started cumming inside her pussy...After Bonnie when limp she rolled over... She pulled her socks out of Kim's mouth and seen she was crying... What is wrong with you? Bonnie after awhile of you fucking my pussy as hard as your it stated to hurt really bad....All I care about was my pleasure bitch not yours...I enjoy the fucking you got so you should be happy....I am happy you enjoyed fucking me, but I didn't enjoy the whole time.... As long as I enjoyed that's all that matters... Now get dressed so we can go eat...As Kim was getting dressed Bonnie looked at her... After we get done eating we are going to come back up here so I can fuck that ass next....
After they get down stair Bonnie asked if she could call her mom.... Sure go ahead Bonnie.... Bonnie calls her mom....Mom would it be alright if I stay over at Kim's....Let me talk to Kate....Mrs... Possible my mom want's to talk to u.....Yes Betty want do u want? Do you know my daughter is dating your's? Yes I do Betty...why do u ask? Because she wants to stay the night... That is fine with me Betty.... Ok go ahead and tell Bonnie.. Ok Betty..... Bonnie u can stay the night... Thank u Mrs... Possible....Bonnie I don't mind you staying but keep Kim quiet....Yes Mrs... Possible.... After they get done eating Bonnie start playing with Kim ass.... Kim sits there and lets her do what she wants... Kate do we have an extra bed for her... No Kevin we don't... Then where is she sub post to sleep? "She can sleep in the bed with Kim Kevin.... " "OK Kate I was just wondering....."
Kim and Bonnie head up to her room....Bonnie whisper in her ear..."I'm going to fuck your ass so hard your going to cry..." Kim gulp down some air...They walk into Kim room... Now get undressed bitch and lay on your stomach....Kim does as told as she laying down on the bed on her stomach, she see Bonnie getting under dress....She climb on the bed and shoves her socks back into Kim's mouth... Now I don't have to worry about your dad hearing you moan or cry from you while I'm fucking your ass the way I want....Don't remove my socks bitch, I will take them out when I am done fucking you....Before Kim could even shake her head yes, Bonnie slammed her cock in Kim's ass.... Bonnie started fucking her harder and faster.... Kim was moaning into Bonnie's socks while she was fucking her harder and faster.... "Girls you both need to get ready for bed" "We will do Mr.. Possible...." See bitch with you quiet no one know's that you r getting fucked by your owner..." Bonnie start fucking her harder.... She leaned down and noticed that Kim was starting to cry.... Don't worry bitch I am close to fill your ass with cum...."Girls it is getting close for you two to be turing out the lights...." " We're about ready to go to bed Mr.. Possible..." Bonnie slam's her cock into KIm harder three more times... Before she fills Kim ass with cum.... She pull out of Kim ass... Bonnie takes her socks out of Kim mouth... Now get on your back ....Kim turn's over and spreads her legs... Bonnie turn's out the lights as she slides her cock into Kim pussy... Bonnie lay's her head down on KIm tits and go to sleep as Kim does the same....
let me know if u like it and if u do I will CONTINUED with part three
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I know you'll think that I'm a total creep for doing what I did, but you're not in my situation. I'd worked for the same company for almost twenty years and worked my way up to vice president, then the foreign competition moved in, sales slumped and I wound up out on the street. I had no idea how I was going to support my wife and kids.
We had achieved a really nice lifestyle in an upscale neighborhood. Unfortunately, maintaining that lifestyle had taken most of what I made so we had no savings to speak of. My wife Beth had majored in art history and hadn't worked since we'd been married so she had no job prospects. I looked for a new position for months with no luck. Things were get
To escape my troubles, I'd drink and surf the web late at night, looking at porn. When I first saw the ad for the resort, I thought it was some kind of joke or someone's weird fantasy. But I'd had just enough to drink to send off an email to find out more. In a few days, I got a response that gave the phone number of the resort's local representative. I guess my curiosity got the best of me and I called and set up an appointment,
The address was in a downtown high rise that also housed some of the area's top law firms and corporate headquarters. I waited in a well furnished lobby to see the guy I'd spoken to on the telephone. When I finally sat down in his large office, I was even more nervous than I'd thought I would be.
“Look,†I said, “I'm not really sure I want to do this. But I've been out out of a job and money is getting tight. I...well..just wanted to explore the possibilitiesâ€Â
The man, who I only knew as 'Steve' smiled understandingly. “Of course. And if our opportunities are not something you want to pursue, it's best if we decide that now. But I think you'll find the possibilities to be very lucrative.â€Â
I shifted uncomfortably in the chair. “Basically, what you do is run a sex resort in South America?â€Â
He looked pained. “We prefer the term 'Adult Recreation Spa'. Our clients come from all over the world to relax and enjoy themselves.â€Â
“And most of your 'employees' are Americans?†I asked.
“Yes, “ he smiled. “Our clients prefer American women, girls and boys.â€Â
“Oh...boys too?â€Â
“Oh certainly!†he responded, looking surprised at my question. “Now, let's talk about your family.†He got some forms out of a drawer and looked at me attentively. “You and your wife have how many children?â€Â
“Two, our daughter Kim who's 15 and son Bart, 13.â€Â
“Your wife's age?â€Â
“Beth just turned 42â€Â
He looked a bit troubled. “No offense, but your wife is a bit older than we usually accept. Did you bring a picture of her?â€Â
I fumbled in my attache case and brought out a picture of Beth in her bathing suit taken the previous summer. He studied it and looked pleased, “She's in good shape. Nice, full bust too. What's her bra size?â€Â
“Uh...36DDâ€Â
“She shave her pubic area?â€Â
I hesitated, but then felt silly. Giving personal information about my wife was something I should have expected. “Uh, no, not usually.â€Â
“I see,†he said thoughtfully. “We ask that because shaved women usually are a bit more open to new experiences. But, of course, all women are shaved at the spa.†I just nodded.
“Is your daughter a virgin?â€Â
I think I jumped a little. “Yes, I'm sure she is.â€Â
“And your son? Anally, I meanâ€Â
“Look,†I said. “Before we go further with this, what kind of money are we talking about?â€Â
He smiled. “Of course.†He reached in a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. He handed it to me and I saw that it looked like a menu, but it was a list of prices to be paid for the use of my wife, son and daughter for three months. It added up to more than I'd made in two years on my previous job. I swallowed hard.
“We pay half up front and half at the end of each summerâ€Â, he said casually.
“They...they won't be willing to do this,†I said.
He waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, none of them are. The first week or so is always difficult. But all come around. Even if they don't enjoy it, they cooperate knowing that we film many activities and will post them on the internet. All you need to do is get them on our airplane for the flight down to our spa. We do the rest.â€Â
“I see,“ I said weakly.
The meeting lasted almost two hours. Both Steve and I signed the contract. At first I wondered why he didn't ask more questions about our sexual history, but then realized that it didn't really matter. That would soon change.
School would be out for the summer in two weeks and we agreed on a departure date shortly after that. Then a lovely young secretary came in and handed me a certified check for an incredible amount of money.
When I got home, Beth was thrilled when I told her the lie about the 'consulting' job I'd gotten and showed her the check with the rather generic company name on it. She didn't even seem to notice how vague I was about my job duties. Of course, the whole family was excited about the 'vacation' I had planned to celebrate my new position.
Over the next couple of weeks, I felt terribly guilty, but knew the money meant economic survival. Besides, Steve had hinted darkly about the consequences for breaking a contract with his company. There was something scary about Steve.
As the day neared, Beth and Kim excitedly talked about what clothes to pack. They thought it was a two week trip. I knew it didn't matter what they packed because they wouldn't have much need for clothes after we arrived.
The day we went to the airport, Beth and the kids were very impressed that we were traveling by private jet. Another family was there, husband, wife and two daughters a bit younger than Kim. A quick exchange of glances with the husband told me that he hadn't told his family the truth either.
It was a long flight. The family dozed but I couldn't sleep. Finally, we skimmed over the top of a jungle, landed at an isolated air strip and taxied up to a small terminal building.
The first shock came before we even got off the plane. Two girls of about 16 or 17 came out to get the luggage from the plane. One of the girl wore a thong, the other was completely naked. Beth and Kim stared out the plane window at them.
“I knew the natives might..well..dress like that,†Beth said, “But they look like Americans!†I didn't answer.
We got off the plane and walked into the terminal. It was pretty bare with just a few benches. There weren't any restrooms, just four toilets along one wall, right out in the open.
A group of men came up to the other family that had walked in ahead of us. The men said something to the mother and her daughters which obviously shocked them. The dad just looked away.
There were protests and struggles, but the men weren't there to argue. The women were taken over by the benches and the men began to strip them.
“Oh my God!†Beth gasped, “What is going on?â€Â
The three were stripped naked in an amazingly short time and stood trying to cover themselves, looking shocked and tearful. The same girls who had picked up the luggage gathered up the discarded clothes from the floor.
The men approached us and Beth looked at me fearfully. “It's best to just cooperate,†was all I could say.
Seeing Beth stripped wasn't fun, but I was surprised at my curiosity about Kim's body. I hadn't seen her naked since was a little kid and I was impressed by her developing body. She already had respectable breasts and an almost womanly bush.
I notice that the girls from the other family momentarily forgot their shame and stared as Bart's cock and balls were exposed. He looked like he had a partial erection.
The women and Bart were herded over towards the toilets and told to use them. Because of nervousness and the long flight, the females obeyed and took turns sitting and peeing. Bart took his turn last.
The nude members of the families were taken out to a small bus for the short ride to the resort. The other husband and I were driven by car. When we arrived at the hotel, our car went up to the front entrance while the bus went down a side road.
The room I was given was beautiful and overlooked the beach which had perhaps fifty or sixty men on it of all ages and races. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to see women being fucked on half a dozen beach blankets. Then I saw Beth and the others walking in a straight line towards a low motel-like building at the far end of the beach. All of them were looking at the women being laid on the beach. I guess that if they'd had any doubts, they knew then what they were there for.
I decided to explore the hotel and found it to be luxurious. I wondered what the paying guests shelled out for staying there. I picked up a copy of the rules and found that there weren't very many. The women, girls and a few men and boys who were completely naked around the hotel were available for sex on demand. The topless women were hotel staff and could only be fondled while on duty, but could be fucked when off duty.
As I read the rules, a very pretty blonde girl and a woman who was clearly her mother walked by. Both were naked. On an impulse, I said to the girl, “Honey, I'd like you to suck my cock please.†The girl looked startled and glanced at her mother who looked concerned. Finally, she said to her daughter, “Just get down on your knees and do like I showed you.â€Â
The girl nervously knelt in front of me as I pulled out my dick. The thought that I was probably her first blowjob had given me a rock hard boner. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. I stuck my cock in her mouth, held her head and began gently fucking her face. Her mother stood by trying not to watch. Soon I was pumping my hips harder while trying not to gag the girl. Then I let out a big sigh and began spurting my load down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could but then pulled away and I came in her face and down her front. The mother came over to jack my cock a little and help her daughter out by licking the last of my cum off the tip of my cock. I thanked them, zipped up and walked away.
I went to the bar for a drink and yakked with the bartender, a friendly girl who didn't mind me feeling her tits every now and then.
I should have been prepared when I walked out to take a look at the beach. Still, I was shocked to see my wife laying on a blanket under a chubby Arab-looking guy. He was kind of holding himself in a push-up position so I could see that he was ramming a fat cock in and out of Beth's newly shaven pussy. Her big tits were bouncing from his thrusts but otherwise she lay still with her eyes closed, hands on his hairy shoulders. On the next blanket, the other mother who had been on the plane with us was getting a similar treatment from another Arab. The two men were exchanging comments in a foreign language, probably comparing the merits of the two women.
I wondered what had become of Kim and Bart, but didn't see them. I walked away before Beth noticed me.
Some hours later, after dinner, one of the other husbands told me that the teens were often brought to the lobby in the evening. He said he usually went there to check on his daughter and I decided to do the same.
Kim and Bart were both there. Kim was on one of the couch with a large black guy on top of her. He had her bent nearly double by scooping her up legs. A truly massive cock was being pushed into her cunt. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open but gentle gasps were the only sounds she made. I was amazed that the black guy was able to get fully half his prick into her.
Bart was bent over the arm of another couch. Behind him, a fat guy with glasses had his cock completely up Bart's ass and was pumping enthusiastically. Bart's young buns jiggled as he was humped. I could see underneath Bart and saw his erect cock swing and bob between his legs. He said something I couldn't hear and ejaculated explosively on the carpet.
The black guy was now fucking my daughter, grinning in appreciation of her youthful beauty. The strain showed on her face but I couldn't see any signs of protest.
I went back up to my room and was surprised to see Beth there, watching TV. “I'm on a break†she said simply, “We're allowed to take one every couple of hours or so.â€Â
“Uh, you Ok?†I asked, knowing how stupid it sounded.
She shrugged. “Nothing to be done now. I hated you when I realized what you'd done, but after three or four men, you sort of give in.â€Â
“How many men have you had?â€Â
“Five†she said. “Counting the one who did me in the butt.†Beth had never let me have her anally and I admit to a pang of jealousy. “Oh, and I blew two guys,†she added.
I told her what I'd seen in the lobby. She nodded. “They have this one guy who busts the girls' cherries. He fucked Kim over in that motel. She said it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would.â€Â
“Is Beth on the pill?†I asked, rather belatedly I guess
“No, but they stuck an IUD up in her right after she was deflowered.†Beth said. “But one of the Arab guys is offering a lot of money if she'll have a baby for him. We're thinking about it.â€Â
I don't know why, but the idea of Kim getting impregnated gave me a hell of a boner.
Beth and I both went down to the lobby. As we left the elevator, some guy said something in her ear and she went back upstairs with him.
In the lobby, word had gotten out that Kim and Bart were brother and sister. Three men were watching and playing with themselves as Bart energetically fucked his sister on the same couch where the black guy had had her. Bart was obviously about to cum and the three guys moved closer. Almost in unison, the three men began spewing their loads all over the two teens. I heard Kim squeal excitedly as most of one load hit her in the face. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.
Other men had gathered around the scene or I probably would have fucked Kim too, but it was clear that she was going to be gang-banged. I saw one of the girls from the other family on the plane standing nearby, looking around shyly. She couldn't have been more than fourteen. I took her wrist and led to an open couch. As I got on top of the nervous girl, I saw her mother leaving the area so she didn't have to watch. The poor girl gasped and fainted as I shoved the entire length of my penis up her cunt in one brutal thrust. I fucked her unconscious body, quickly squirting her full of my lust. I yanked my cock out of her and walked away quickly, feeling a bit guilty. When I looked back, all I could see were her shapely young legs sticking out from under another man who was already humping her.
The first week or so was the wildest. Everyone had to learn to pace themselves. Beth and Kim could hardly walk after the first day because their pussies were so sore. The staff gave them arm bands to wear for a day or two, indicating that they were only available for oral sex. Bart only got fucked in ass once or twice a day and seemed in better shape.
Beth, Kim and Bart got every other weekend off and we went to another, more secluded resort area. It was nice being so relaxed about nudity. By the time of our first weekend, Bart had fucked Beth and I had screwed Kim so we had no secrets from each other.
The Arab guy offered even more money and we decided to let him impregnate Kim. She was his exclusively for a while and, by the end of July, she'd missed a period and the resort doctor confirmed that she was pregnant. It turned out that the Arab also knocked up one of the other girls we'd flown down with. Both girls would be flown to the guy's country to have the babies.
Now the summer is over and we're back home. Of course, friends and relatives were surprised by Kim's condition, but soon accepted it. No one knew where we'd been and accepted the story of me having a foreign assignment.
The main problem that has resulted from all this is that Bart and I really can't keep Kim and Beth satisfied. The summer at the resort got them used to getting fucked at least three or four times a day. Beth now has two boyfriends that she and Kim see regularly. Kim also has a boyfriend of her own that she fucks regularly. Occasionally taking it up the ass from me or this one family friend seems to keep Bart happy.
We'll be going back again next summer. Wouldn't miss it for the world.....
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Tom and I had been good friends since college. He had married a really hot girl, Beth, that I had a hard time not lusting over. Alright, I had tried to sneak a few peaks of her naked when we vacationed together, but unfortunately always failed. The years went by and they quickly had two daughters, while I stayed single. His oldest daughter, who had turned 14 in June, was named Molly.
Molly always had a slender build and was average height, I am guessing about 5 foot 4 inches. At her 14 th party I noticed she was starting to develop, probably up to a solid A cup, if not a small B cup. She still had a slender build, but with her very tiny waist could not help noticing that she had the hour glass figure well on its way. Molly and I always got along well. The fact that I had a ski
It was during one of these planned weekends at the lake cottage that Molly and I unexpected spent some time alone. Molly had been at cheerleading camp all week near my lake cottage and I volunteered to pick her up that afternoon and take her to the cottage, since Tom had to work a full day and then go home to pick up the rest of his family. Even though I was in my early thirties the thought of stopping by a teen age cheerleading camp and then spending an hour in a car with Molly was pretty enticing. I was on my way to pick up Molly when I recieved a cell phone call from her mother Beth. It ends up Molly's little sister had try outs for a play she really wanted to be in the next morning so they could not make it to the cottage until noon on Saturday. She apologized and offered to drive out that night to get Molly. I told her not to bother, that I would just take Molly straight to their place or Molly could just spend the night. Beth said she did not want to inconvenienceme and I said it was zero inconvenience since I was just planning to do some work on the cottage and the boat. We agreed to leave it up to Molly and touch base after I picked her up.
The cheerleading camp was as much fun as I thought it would be. I was early, as planned, and there were babes everywhere. The camp was for high school age cheerleaders, and some of the older girls looked like they could be LA Laker dancers. Some of the girls were really built, and I was thinking they must really bounce when they jump. Found Molly and she gave me a big welcome hug, which I made sure to extend by pulling her tight. Helped her load her stuff and noticed her body looked ever tighter after a week of working hard at the camp. Her blue eyes really stood out as her skin bronzed from being in the sun.
As we were pulling out I gave her the news about her families delay and gave her her options, drive two hours back home or drive a half hour to the cottage and go water skiing. Wanted to frame the question right and it worked. After she gave me the no duh look she called her mom and told her she wanted to go to the cottage. I over heard her mother tell her to make sure she helped me in cleaning the cottage and boat.ÂÂ
We arrived at the cottage and it was in great shape, after my sisters fmily hd borrowed it the week before. The boat though definitely needed cleaning, after sitting on a trailer for the last month. Molly said she would clean it, but I told her I could not let her do it alone. She then realized that she was without a bathing suit, in that her mother was suppose to bring one for her. After a few dirty thoughts of thinking of telling her she could go without I remembered that my sister kept a suit at the cottage. I gave Molly the suit and a safety pin, since my sister, while thin, was bigger than Molly. Molly came out in the bikinitop and with her cheer shorts on over the bikini bottoms. She grabbed a sponge and asked where to start. My sick mind told her it would be easiest for her to start on the outside of the boat, since she could stand up while working. I told her I would work along with her from the inside of the boat reaching down to the areas she could not reach. While she thought I was being nice, I knew I was just being a pervert in that I knew with this arrangement I would be forced to be looking down at her beautiful hard body the whole time we worked. I wondered if other people my age were anywhere as close to being this sick, in that Molly was only 14 and I am in my mid thirties. But at that point I did not care, she looked great and I was rock hard. We begin working and with a fringe benefit of the too large bikini top was that it would just hang open when she bent forward to get more water on her sponge. She would often try to hold her top to her breasts when she would bend over, but with a sponge in one hand and her other hand all wet she would often fail and it made for a great show. It was interesting, with a bra on Mollys breast looked small and round, but when hanging loose they looked like small pyramids, sticking straight out. Her nipples were lightly colored and also seemed to be sticking out hard. I was thinking maybe it was from the cold hose water, since the temperature was only in the sevnties. We had only been at the cottage and hour and I could not believe I had seen Molly's beautiful breast, even if she was trying to hide them. Never enjoyed cleaning the boat more and was sad when we were done, thinking it might be the last time I ever see breasts that young and perfect.
Told Molly I felt bad making her work that hard and offered to let her water ski. She jumped at the chance and I let her ski until she was exhausted. She usually has just a short term, since there were always others waiting and she could not believe I kept letting her go again after she would fall. The highlight for me was holding the ladder in place as she climbed on board after her last ride. She was worn out and it was a struggle to pull herself up the ladder. The bikini bottom had strtched a bit after getting wet and the safety pin did not stop it from sliding a few inches down her butt as she climbed out. What a sight, that beautiful white tight butt, just below the dark tan line. Could have looked forever, but seeing that she was struggling had to move around to her front to help pull her out.
Went back to the house and both showered and got dressed for dinner. I grabbed a beer and she was having a lemonade. I mentioned how beautiful she was and asked if she was dating. She mentioned that she was not allowed to date until she was 16. I asked if she ever had a boyfriend and she said no. She said her friends had told her about boys that liked her, but between going to a catholic grade school and her parents she really hadn't had a chance. I told her that would change quickly now that she was going into high school and that I would have asked her out in a second. She giggled and said she was a bit afraid of the whole dating thing, since she had zero experience. Joking around I said I would be her boyfriend that night at dinner, so that she would be at least a little prepared. She looked at me and said that would be fun. I said "ok, but this is just betwen you and I. And don't make fun of me if I stutter, because I am not used to such a beautiful girlfriend." She punched me in the arm and said to quit teasing and I responded that I was not teasing. Molly left to grab a sweater, I ws hoping she would not put it on ver her tank top and skirt. I grabbed another beer and a lemonade for Molly. This is where I really began to cross the line. I put extra dry lemonade mix in Molly's glass and a shot of vodka. Don't really know what I was thinking, but thought it would make things interesting. Also put another show of vodka in a zip lock bag in my pocked. I knew what I was doing was waywrong, but ever since seeing those breasts dangling I was thinking all day with the wrong head. Molly returned and I toasted the new couple. I told her I would treat her like a girlfriend and show her the things boys would try on dates. I said boys would probably try to move things along faste than her and she needed to be ready and figure out how she would respond. I repeated that this was favor to her and that it was just between us and she said of course.  We finished out "cocktails" and I grabbed her hand for the walk to the car, it felt so smooth and small.
The restaurant was very nice, with a nice table over looking the water. We sat next too each other facing the water. Molly was very talkative and relaxed, I think her first shot of alcohol had her initially flying. When she left the table to visit the rest room I snuck a secong vodka shot into her drink, and decided that was enough if not too much. When she came back I told her she would be pretty safe in a restaurant, but in a secluded table like this a boy might let his hands wander. She looked at me like "what are you talking about". I said they might put their hands on her beautiful leg and just hold it our slide there hands up and down like this and showed her with my hand just above her knee. She said "that does not seem to be too bad". I said it is not, but with her wearing a short skirt thay might try to push it a little further and slide their hands up her skirt a little and I then slid my hand a lttle under her skirt and massaged a ways up her thigh before pulling out (boy did she feel great). She said why would they do that. I could tell she was not playing dumb, so I slowly described the steps boys might take using the old baseball analogy. First base = kiss, second base = touching breasts... I used very tame language and said it was awkward to discuss but she should know what her friends are talking about and how boys think. Don't know if she bought it all. At this point dinner was over and it was time to head home.
On the drive home I mentioned that dates often consisted of a dinner and movies, and we could watch a movie at my house. Molly said she was game. We got home and I said Molly could pick a movie. She was looking at an r rated movie and said it looked good but her parents would never let her watch it. I said go ahead, since I knew it had a few very sensuous scenes. We sat down on the couch and pulled her over to me and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and told her that is how dates often sit. I looked down at her beautiful eyes and they were glassy and she said she was feeling tired, probably the effect of the vodka. I told her to just rest her head on my shoulder and relax. After a few minutes of the movie I told her this was probably the first move many boys would take and I moved my right hand down from her shoulder to the closest breast and gave it a nice soft squeeze and started to grab a feel (they were small, but as firm as my imagition had thought). She then pushed my hand a way. I told her that was the perfect response, that with her looks boys would want to grab a feel and she would have to decide when she was ready. I asked her how it felt "good, bad...", and she said it just felt weird. So much for my ability to turn on a fourteen year old.
I then said at this point boys would often try to go for a kiss. I asked her if she had ever kissed before and she said only relatives. I aksed her to show me and she gave me a peak on the cheek. I told her boys would want it longer on the mouth and she gave me a longer closed mouth peck on lips. I then gave her an explanation of the different types of kissing, from pecks on the hand to deep french kissing (DFK) with tongue play. I told her to save the DFK kissing for a boy she really liked, but that she should really practice before that time. I said lets try it real slowly and at least you will know what to do. She gave me a doubtful look but softly said ok, perhaps the vodka was helping me. We started lightly kissing, with her mouth open about 1/16 of an inch. I explained that was not quite it and told her to kep her lips loose and Iwould show her. I slowly pushed her lips open with my tongu and tried to be very gentle and slow, so that she did not get spooked. I genlty kissed her top and loer lips, htey were s soft. She felt great, but there was little coming back. I then explained that she would need to kiss back more, but that it would be easier with a real boyfriend.
I told Molly there was one more of my favorite moves that boys would often try while kissing. I told her that while kissing boys would often let there hands wander, usually to feel a breast like I showed her earlier. I said that when boys did that they would often try for more that just a quick feel through a shirt. I said let me show you and I gently kissed her on the lips and touched her breasts through her short for a split second. I stopped kissing and said that was one way. I then said let me quickly show you the second and third ways. I gently kissed her and this time slid my hand quickly under her tank top and lightly touched her bra and quickly pulled out. I did not want to spook her any worse and really wanted to show her the third way. At this point I was one step beyond hard and could fel some pre cum wetness in my pants. I was so exited I was in pain. I knew I had pushed our little game as far as Molly wanted and could tell by her eyes that she was not interested in going any further, but I also knew I could not stop with a quick touch of her breasts thru a shirt at this point. I then said "ok Molly, that is about it. The last thing I will show you is the third method boys will take when trying to feel a girl up". I started lightly kissing Molly again, but this time pushed it a little more and had her head backed uop the seat cushion. I then quickly slid my hand up her shirt and felt her body stiffen. I knew this was my last shot, so instead of just trying to slide my hand under her bra I pushed it up over her one breast. Luckily her breasts are relatively small and the bra pushed up rather easily. I grabbed her breast between my thumb and fingers and gently massaged. At this point she tried to push my hand away but I kept enjoying the feel of her firm, but soft, breast. She tried to break our kiss off, but I kept kissing her, holding her head in place with my other hand, even as she tried to close her mouth. Perhaps I was thinking she never said no, so as long as we were kissing I had the go ahead. Her little tit felt great and I kept massaging it even as she was now trying to slide out from under me. I quickly rolled on top of her on the couch, putting my leg between her legs so that she could not slide out. I began to tweak her nipple, thinking it would get hard quick, but it took a while to get it as hard at it looked when we were washing the boat. Now my rock hard cock was resting on her thigh, and her squirming around was grinding it even through my pants. I now reached across and grabbed her other breast, it felt as great as the first. Molly was struggling to break off contact anyway she could, but 100 pounds is no match for 190 pounds, especially when that person is more sexual excited that he has ever been.
I need to taste the most beautiful breast I had ever seen, and have now touched. I slide down to kiss Molly's breasts, my waste now between her legs, pinning her down. As soon as I break the kiss, Molly starts screaminh "stop, what are you doing, no.....". I push up her shirt and look at her great little breast and start sucking on the right breast. I can get the whole breast in my mouth, and twirl my tongue around her nipple. I have to suck hard and hold her with both hands to keep contact. I am thinking this must feel good to her, my girlfriends love this move, but the screaming reminds me that she does not enjoy it in the least. I normally could do this for a long time, but not in these conditions. I move back up and start kissing Molly again. Her mouth is closed, but I force it open with my tongue. I am surprised I can get my tongue in her mouth and it is a lot nicer without the noise. My left hand quickly moves from the back of her head to her thigh. Molly's short skirt has ben pushed up already so it is real easy to reach the front of her panties. I start massaging her opening through the panties. Molly is trying to move away in every direction, but between my legs and arms I have her very securely positioned. Molly is not wet at all through her panties, which reminds me how far I have crossed the line and how different this is from all my previous recipricol sexual escapades. I move my index finger to one of Molly's thin long legs and slip it under her panty, I start moving around and find soft thin hair covering her mound. It takes a little while, but I find her opening. It is not very wet either. I genly massage all around the opening, paying extra soft attention to her clit. I am thinking she must find this enjoyable, but i open my eyes and can tell by the shock and teror in her eyes that this is only feeling good to me.
For the 20th time that night I think of stopping, knowing I should, but I am now out of my mind. My hand pulls away from her warm box, but instead of stopping reaches for my zipper. I don't even thinking of stripping our clothes off, I need to be inside of Molly now! I get my zipper down quickly, but with one hand it takes a while to get my rock hard boner through my boxers. It is so hard and hot the fresh air feels good on my cock. I am almost seven inches long, but pretty thin. I remember thinking at the time that being thin was probably good for a change. I now reach again with a few fingers under Molly's panties.I slowly massage her opening again, but this time try to slide a finger a little inside her. I finally find the exact opening and try to push my index finger in. It slides in a little, but even trying to slide in a little is really tight. I push it up and down just an inch or so and it feels like her body is being lifted up by my finger her pussy is so tight. I know move my cock near her opening, keeping my index finger in as a placeholder. When Iam in my other fingers of the same hand are holfing my cock next to my index figer. At this pint Ibreak off the kiss, because I want to give the next move all my attention. Molly is now really screaming "No, please stop. Anything, but this..." But it is this or nothing for me. I slowly start to pull out my finger and try to push my cock head in. It does not go in at all. Did I slide away from the opening? I reach down and push in my finger - no, still got the right spot. Now I push my cock head hard and it goes in a little, which brings a huge scream from Molly. I am wondering if I am going to get all the way in and whether I am going to  explode before getting there. I begin to lightly push in and out slowly working the head in, to more screams from Molly. It is now firmly in and I run into the hard barrier I knew I would find. I feel real guilty at this point, but know I can't stop. I give it a few hard pushes and break through, to an ear splitting scream from Molly. I am now most of the way in and want to be all the way in. I continue with slow but firm pistoning and make it all the way. I am surprised, her pussy is so tight it feels like my cock is sliding between hard bones. It is not the wet sloppy sliding in and out, but instead sliding a little in either direction causes a lot of friction and almost pain to my cock. I have only been inside Molly for about a minute or so, but am about to erupt. Decide to push all the way in and rest in her warm hole, so that what may be my last fuck as a free man will last a little longer. Molly is now just moaning under me. I get all the way and think I am going to just enjoy being inside Molly. But her pussy is alive, contracting around my cock, she is also moving underneath me, causing more friction. I think for a split second she is begin to enjoy this, but I open my eyes and she that she is in pain and is just trying to slide me out of her. I realize I am not going to last much longer and give it a few nice long thrusts before pulling out and shooting the biggest load of my life on her stomach and chest.
It felt great as it kept shooting out and out. But immediately I look at Molly and think what have I done. Even crying she is beautiful and now has cum on her dark tanned stomach and bright white tits. The look in her eyes tells me I will pay for this. I had never experienced anything that felt better than the last five minutes, but I will have to tell you when I get out in twenty years if it was worth it.
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Rising before dawn Leit moved to the living room sitting down he stretched. Picking up the remote he turned on the TV. He pressed the play button so he could view his new toy just as he had for a couple hours last night. Smiling lightly he looks at her sleeping on her chest arms still bound as he left them last eve. After watching her for several long minutes he moves back into his room to dress. Today will be a day she never forgets he knows he will make sure of it.
Slipping on a pair of loose black jogging pants he moves to the bathroom. Running the water in the sink he brushes his teeth then swiftly shaves off any new stubble. Walking across the living room once more he makes himself a bagel with some cream cheese. Then he eats it slowly watching her
Quietly he pads down the carpeted stairs silent like a ghost. He looks around the room seeing everything as it should be the bathroom door still open. There is a bench along one wall with different types of chains hanging from the ceiling and wall. There in the corner is a work table with wall hooks holding all sorts of whips, canes, and toys. In the middle of the room is a doctors table silver chrome shining dully under the dim light. Heavy manacles hang from the ceiling by chain. There is also a small saw horse of stained wood and a pair of stocks on a small platform in the far corner. He moves from the stairs to the table setting down the water and food.
Walking from the table to the cage he types in the code to unlock the door. The door pops open allowing him to walk in standing over her helpless form. Her red hair hides her face as he looks on she begins to wiggle obviously awake. The contours of her pale ass beg him to caress her there. He crouches down letting his hand stroke her ass cheeks her whimper of fear like music to his ears. The dry cum in her ass crack from last night is hard and crusted now. Talis manages to flip her hair out of her face giving him his first look at her face this morning.
He sees her blue eyes are shoot thru with red from all the crying she has done since last night. Her lips look swollen from where she chewed on them in despair. Her hair is loose it would seem most of it escaped her hair tie during her struggles. Her collar is still fastened to her lovely throat like a trophy. He reaches down stroking her bared neck feeling her shiver with his touch. “Did you sleep well my pet?†His words sound concerned he feels her bodies shivering increase with his words. “No my arms ache and I really need to use the ladies room....Sir†Her voice sounds pain filled and hopeless sweet music to his ears. When she spoke his eyes showed displeasure at her tone. Lifting the remote into her view caused her to add the sir to appease him.
He reaches from her ass to her arms unbinding them slowly as he does this his words once more capture her attention. “If you learn today I will not bind you tonight, when I put you to bed my pet.†When he unties her first wrist he can see the pain of her freedom in those blue eyes. His hands carefully rub circulation back into her limb before releasing it. Then he unties her other wrist and does the same carefully rubbing her back to life. After a few minutes he can see the pain easing in her eyes. He rolls her onto her back now so she is fully exposed to his eyes.
His eyes travel over her body not caring the slightest bit that she began to blush. “You will use the bathroom in my view my pet.†His words once more hold that cool menace in them. “I can’t....please let me go I don’t care about anything I won’t tell th......†Her words were soft a demure but they soon turn into a whimpering scream as he holds the switch on the remote down. Releasing it he rises over her shaking form like a predator about to make his kill. “Get up now pet! I would hate to have to shock you till you made a mess in your bed. This is the only bed you may sleep in for now.†His words hold promise as he steps out of the cage door standing where he can reach her if need be.
She almost jumps to her feet then as he threatens her with that fate shaming her even more. Moving to him at the door she shivers her fear in him growing. He moves to the stairs standing there blocking any escape as he smiles to her. “Go on my pet.†He can see the bathroom from where he stands. His tone is soft as he speaks to her always watching her it seems. She walks to the bathroom hopelessly moving inside. It is then she notices there is no handle on the door. No way to seal it from his eyes or his actions.
With a whimper she moves to the toilet sitting down on the cold seat there. He says nothing but when she peaks up she can see his eyes on her. He watches as she sits there waiting for her to do as he instructed. He moves in from the stairs to the doorway watching her up close now. Soon he gets his way as her bladder wins out against her shame. The sound of her relief is heard thru out the room. He sees her blush brightly as she wipes herself clean then flushes not able to look up. He watches her with enjoyment in his eyes. He knows that with each act she shames herself bringing her deeper into his world.
He walks into the bathroom with her his hand drifts out to stroke her face. She sits frozen on the toilet afraid with him this close even to breathe. He smiles down moving in closer still till she has no room to back from him. He keeps his touch gentle with her as he strokes the side of her face. He leans into her kissing the top of her head affectionately. “I told you last night to think up five questions for us to discuss this morning. Now is the time to speak them for this is as comfortable as I will allow you for now.†His tone is now like a gentle caress as he can feel her muscles are tense as she tries to think.
Her words come out softly confused by his actions. “Might I have some clothing please....sir.†He shakes his head at her words sighing. “Is this then one of your questions?†He feels her squirm on the seat before him as he releases her chin. Leaning back against the wall he watches her as she shakes her head helplessly. “No it is not one of my questions. I am confused I came here for a job but now I am your prisoner?†He nods his head at her words. “That is a better question. You are more then my prisoner you are now my property. I paid the normal fee to have you delivered not all girls make the silver screen my pet.†He watches as she shakes her head still denying it to herself.
He waits silently watching her fight herself his eyes never miss a moment savoring it all. Finally she exhales sharply looking at him her voice is cold now with anger. “What do you plan on doing with me? Raping me till you bore with me?†He sighs shaking his head. “I doubt it there are other ways to enjoy you my pet. I will teach you what it means to be owned.†His words are soft then slowly fill with cool menace. “When I am finished with you only one type of person will fulfill you my pet.†His smile is cool like a predator once more causing her to lose much of her own angry fire.
She looks at him meeting his eyes for a time then remembers she is on the toilet naked in this mans basement. Swiftly her eyes go to the floor as her cheeks turn red once more. He sees the color shifting in her face and reaches out to her stroking her cheek once more. “Why are you doing this..sir? You are not a freak to look on I know you could get dates. Why?†He strokes her as she glances up she can see he is actually thinking thru his answer. “I am rich my pet. Most females look at me and my money with hunger in their eyes. It helps that I like my women submissive it makes for a pleasant relationship.†He strokes her face one last time then releases it waiting for another question.
She nods her head at his words trying desperately to understand so she can win free. “I saw all the stuff in there allot scares me sir. Am I the first woman you have done this to you look well prepared.†With those last words a shudder passes thru her body. In her mind she wanders about the room wondering what some of the items are for. The table and chains scaring her deeply he can see the fear in her eyes when she looks up. He smiles as he looks from her to the room. “My you are very observant my pet.†His eyes look over her naked body hungrily. “No you are not the first to sleep in the kennel. I have trained two other pets before I chose you.†He sees the look in her eyes the hunger to know all about them.
“I will tell you about them but first let’s finish this question session.†His words are not angry at her desires he sees in her eyes. “Will I ever have a chance of earning my way free of this captivity sir?†She doesn’t even realize it but without knowing his name she has begun to call him sir. “Honestly I doubt it Talis. I know you have no relations that will come look for you or close friends. I know you are alone yet young enough to be malleable to my desires.†His tone is soft but has a commanding edge to it as if to say that is the end of her time for questions.
“Now I will tell you what I expect from you. I will also explain how we can get along my pet. I think you are smart enough to know your place but we will see.†His words are soft as he rises from the wall motioning her to follow him. He looked back over his shoulder once to see if she obeyed. He heard her whimper as she stood up following him she could see the remote in his hand. “Come sit on the bench where I can explain our world.†He stands next to the wall bench where she can see chains hanging. She moves across the room edging past the table as if it might bite her. He smiles noting this but that can come later he waits for her to sit down. When she gets to the bench she sits next to him feeling the smooth cool wood on her ass she moans softly.
As she sits down he reaches behind her taking a chain about an inch thick wrapping it about her throat. She feels it her hands leap to her neck almost catching his hands. Something forces her to calm down she does not trust him but fears the shock she could sense would come. Putting her hands on her legs she sits still as he buckles the chain about her neck like a second collar. This time she hears the lock clicking shut the cool metal of it rests on her back now. He reaches down catching her right wrist as she begins to shake. She feels a length of chain enclose it then pull back till her arm is pinned to the wall. He is still silent as he now catches the left wrist restraining it just as he did the right one. Now her whole upper body is at his mercy all she can do it moan.
He reaches up and smiles at her she hears a click then feels the leather collar slide from her neck. She moans in relief as he reaches down catching a leg she feels chain about her ankle then moments later another chain goes about her other ankle. He nods at his work then begins to tighten each of the leg chains wrenching them so her legs are forced to spread open. Now she is fully exposed to his view. He nods his approval at her positioning then rises to stand. He sees her face is red but she does not fight the chains. Walking from the bench he moves to the table pulling down an electric razor then a pair of scissors. He turns back to her walking back he sits down between her legs on the carpeted floor.
“Now while I work I will tell you allot of things my pet do not interrupt me.†His words are cool and in control she remains silent scared of the scissors. “First thing first I do not like much pubic hair so I shall trim you to my desires.†She feels the cold metal hearing the clipping as he begins to trim off her bush. “I do not expect you to be perfect.... yet that is. I will train you to my taste and desires.†He slowly clears off her left lip so only stubble remains. “I expect you to be submissive to me in all things. You may ask questions of me but only if you ask to speak first. As I feel fit you may be my pet, my slut, or less.†He feels her shiver at the second name and smiles as he works over the right lip. “You may one day earn Talis back as a name if I desire it.†As he talks he continues to cut trimming all of her hair off except for a small patch above her pussy. He leaves that as he gathers up the razor she can hear the motor humming now.
“I will expect pleasure from you when I wish it. Sometimes I may deny you the same pleasure. The thing is all I do to and with you is by my choice. You may beg but I may not give in even if you beg prettily.†The razor hum over her left lip in no time at all the hair is gone from it totally naked now. “I will torment you in small ways but some you will come to love. I will punish you when I need to. Punishment will never be gentle it will be painful in some way.†The razor cuts across the right lip clearing it slowly as he stops to clean the razors head. “Not all my pleasures will be found in your body chaining you so gives me pleasure my pet. I also like to bathe my pets or be bathed as the desire comes to pass. I expect you to call me Master in private and Sir when we have visitors perhaps one day I may tell you my name.†He finishes her right lip with a small smile setting down the razor looking up at her catching her eyes in his own.
He leans in his hand strokes over her slit before he was working on it not paying attention to it sexually. Now he has decided to enjoy his work, a pair of his fingers part her pussy lips sliding into her semi damp tunnel. “You may cum because shortly I intend to cum myself.†He says softly as his fingers slip deeper into her. “If you do a good job on me I will allow you food as well as water.†His tone is cool once more as his fingers part inside her spreading her tunnel wider. She whimpers at this invasion unable to defend herself. Her body begins to respond even as her mind tries to deny the pleasure. When she hears about the food and water her stomach growls wanting both even as she spasms on his fingers.
He surprises her leaning in his tongue slowly runs over her smooth baby soft lips. He hears her whimper as her slit contracts again when his tongue touches her. His tongue moves up higher finding her clit he flails at it. His tongue is like an adder striking swiftly then retreating from her clit. After several strokes of his tongue his fingers are wet enough to move in her. He starts fingering her to force an orgasm. His lips and tongue now remain latched to her clit like a second skin lapping at it in a frenzy.
He looks up from her slit as he devours her finding her eyes on him. His eyes twinkle in excitement as he pushes her harder. Now her body is straining at the chains trying to force more of his fingers into her tunnel. He can feel her beginning to tense as he works her clit. His fingers splay on each out stroke to give her a sense of being stretched. The delicious scent of sex fills the room as he keeps pushing her toward climax. She starts panting and moaning softly not taking her eyes off him as he eats her. She feels it is close her hips try to lift but the chains are too tight on her body. He notices her action and slows down with his tongue.
His fingers stop buried in her as she wiggles on the unforgiving wood trying to feel him again. The fire in her slit is burning her alive she can feel it in her nipples it is so harsh. He licked slowly making sure each flick of his tongue was enough to torment her a little more. “OH god please please....†Her voice is full of need his eyes smile at her just above the little patch of hair he left. “I am begging you said I could cum.... SIR Please.†She almost screams as he spreads the fingers inside her his tongue driving hard once more.
He continues to work her poor slit with his tongue and fingers. Her body begins to shake as he devours her. Her body is on fire now her nipples feel like they are going to explode as she bucks against the bench. He lifts his free hand then pinching her nipple as he nips her clit. That’s all she can take her slit collapses on his fingers forcing them together. He removes his fingers from her pussy replacing it with his lips and tongue opening her to devour her juices. His eyes still look at her when she looks into his she shudders even harder. Her slit feels like it is trying to pull his tongue out at the root. He pulls back from her rubbing his face all over her smooth lips enjoying the feel of them.
He stays on her slit till her last shudder passes. He smiles up at her as he backs from her pussy breathing heavily. His hand moves over her thigh as he slowly catches his breath. When his hand comes close to her slit he can feel the muscles straining to come into contact with him. He watches as she shivers her eyes clouded with need. He rises up slowly to his feet releasing her thigh. Her eyes swell at the sight of his bulge in his sweats. He reaches to the hem of his sweats sliding them off his hips. They slide to the floor his cock swollen pointing at her. He sees her eyes are unable to look away he smiles as he steps forward.
He watches as her eyes remain glued to his cock as it leads the way. She whimpers when his head touches her lips. He smiles as his cock head strokes her lips. His darker flesh viewed against her pale lips making for an interesting sight. His voice is commanding as he nudges her lips. “Do a good job and if you bite me I will punish you by denying you food for a week.†He hears her gasp softly then he feels her lips part tentatively. He groans when he feels her soft tongue quest out of her mouth to lap at his knob.
He groans again as he looks down seeing her small pink wet tongue sliding over his sensitive head. He presses forward a little so his cock slides between her lips. He feels them close down on his shaft now her tongue begins to move over the head again. His hand reaches out stroking her cheek his words come slowly. “Have you ever deep throated someone?†Her head nods up and down as she blushes bright crimson. Her eyes meet his as he speaks once more. “I am glad you didn’t lie pet I would have trained you anyway.†As she hears his words she feels his shaft slipping deeper into her mouth now.
His cock slides about halfway into her hot mouth before he backs out the first time. His hand stays on her cheek stroking her as he slowly begins to fuck her face. Her tongue is working hard now on his shaft her shame remains but she has no choice. He moves in her mouth feeling with each back stroke the power of her suction. He moans now as he slides another inch into her mouth. His breathing is turning into gasps of pleasure as she gives him the best head she can. She feels his hot thick shaft in her mouth, unable to resist she loses herself worshipping his cock.
He can’t believe the softness of her mouth as she works him. He keeps adding an inch at a time till he feels her throat open. He growls in pleasure as he feels her fight back a gag then he is in. His head down in her throat his balls rest against her chin now. He almost loses control when she swallows his cock caught inside her throat. He groans as he begins to pump each thrust deep into her mouth. About every third stroke he lets his cocks head linger in her throat. His cock begins to swell leaking a steady coating of precum. The taste causes her to involuntarily moan. He looks down seeing her eyes meet his own then look down demurely that is it he loses control.
He yells in pleasure as he buries his cock in her throat. The only warning he gives her is to grab a handful of her hair. The first pulse of his cock sends a glob of cum down her throat. He is shuddering in pleasure backing up slowly his head enters her mouth once more. She uses her teeth to lightly skin over his cock as the next pulse causes her mouth to fill with cum. The taste is only a little salty but she loves it. She swallows the mouthful in time to get the next load. Her hot mouth filling a small bit leaks out as she swallows moaning. He can’t stop cumming each pulse swallowed as swiftly as she can.
She works his cock till he stops cumming in her mouth. Without him uttering a word she nurses on his semi limp cock. Her tongue is working overtime as she cleans his cum from his shaft. He is panting holding himself up by the hand on her head now. He looks down but her eyes are closed as she works on cleaning all of his seed from him. He slowly backs out of her mouth with a moan. His fingers move to her face catching a small amount of his cum that escaped he offers it to her on his fingers. She grins like a kitten licking at the cum as he slides his fingers into her mouth she once more begins to suck.
When his fingers come from her mouth there is a soft pop as she was sucking hard. He smiles and shakes his head. “Thank you......†She looks to the floor her skin red once more “Mast..er†Her voice is a soft whisper as she says it to him her eyes filling with small tears. He turns regarding her with a new look in his eyes. Walking to her side he sits down he carries the cottage cheese and the water. Setting the food aside he opens the water offering it to her lips which she swiftly drinks from. Then he sets the bottle aside and picks up the food he smiles lifting a spoonful of food to her lips. “Eat my pet I enjoyed your honesty, service, and submission.†His words are soft as he slowly feeds her.
He finishes his task of feeding and watering her with care. Then he walks back to the table setting aside the containers. He turns to regard her and smiles moving back to the bench he flicks a switch overhead. The chains lose their tautness her arms move to her sides to rest on the bench. Her legs remain almost fully open as if silently begging him to take her. He crouches down unshackling her legs then moving to her arms. Once they are free he uncoils the neck chain using it like a leash.
He rises smiling touching her chin with his fingers softly. “I have some things to do this afternoon pet.†His tone is soft but commanding. “I will lock you in the kennel but I want you to do something for me.†She looks up licking her lips slightly swollen from his use of her. “What would you like sir?†Her tone is submissive still but not like before. “I want you to look on the different toys here and pick the first one I shall teach you tonight.†His words are soft as he moves to the kennel door motioning her to go inside.
She moves with her head down going past him when she feels his hand on her wrist stopping her. She looks up meeting his eyes but can’t hold them looking down once more. He reaches out tilting her head he leans in then kissing her softly. Her lips are silken as he kisses them his tongue slips out to duel with hers softly. When he breaks the kiss she is panting softly her eyes with a distant glaze over them. She whimpers softly as she steps into the kennel then turns facing him. He hangs the chain on a ring within the kennel locking it into place. “I will be back my pet.†His voice relaxed as he blows her a kiss.
Shutting the door it clicks locking then he moves to his sweats slipping them on. Turning to the table he gathers her dishes then walks to the stairs. When he looks back she is gripping the grate of the cage. There are tears in her eyes he sees them and smiles. He walks back upstairs sealing the door behind him. Going to his computer he sits down setting the dishes aside. Popping open his email he opens a new email. Typing swiftly he sends a letter to BM then shuts it down. The letter was simple and precise. “BM send me dasha friend. I will need her for one maybe two nights. I will look forward to the party next month. I may even have a pretty surprise for you. MLâ€Â
Rising from the desk he goes to the kitchen with the dishes. Doing them he thinks on his pet and how proud he was today. He moves outside now slipping on a shirt and goes to the garage. He opens it walking to his car he slides into the seat to go to town. He knows in about two hours he will be coming home again. Meanwhile she is down in her kennel still crying softly but looking over the items with fear and interest. She wonders why some of them seem to excite her now.
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Amish No More
By Beagle9690
March 2008
I have been watching her for the past year, planning; learning her habits and schedule: Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, her brother drove her into town to sell their baked goods. Everything she sold was homemade and delicious. During the week, he worked at Shultz's Saw Mill. Sarah rented a small booth in a co-op located in a run down strip mall. I had plans for that little cunt; all women are cunts to varying degrees. I should know, I was married to the ultimate one for 10 years; then the bitch filed for divorce. The cunt took half of everything we owned; at least what she and her attorney could find; lets just say most of my money was hidden in my mattress. I know better now, I am older and wiser; I will never marry again. I will get a young innocent woman and mold her to my preferences and carnal desires; break her will, isolate her; make her my slave. Sarah Bontrager would soon be mine. When I was done with her, she could never go back to her old way of life and would have no real place in the modern world: just my world. Tonight when her brother gets out of work, he will find his truck with four flat tires, the result of slow leaks, compliments of a valve stem tool. The telephone line to the strip mall will be disabled. Sarah will be taken after dark when she goes out back to the dumpster. I parked my truck at the back of the parking lot out of sight and folded the rear seat in the up position. The parking lot in the old strip mall was full of potholes and broken asphalt. The lighting in the back parking lot was terrible; most of the lights were out, those that were working, taken out. I stood in a dark corner and waited. Sarah lifted the cover to the dumpster and I quietly stepped behind her, putting my gloved had over her mouth, pressing the trigger on the taser; 750,000 volts of electric pulses, dumped directly into her central nervous system, disrupting her neurological impulses; causing a loss of balance and muscle control. I eased her to the ground, placing a ball gag in her mouth and securing her wrists behind her back, then her ankles with plastic Flexi -cuffs, ending with a red silk scarf for a blindfold. I carried Sarah to the truck and put her on the floor behind the front seat, " I have a present for you Princess." I said, putting a red leather dog collar with an attached brass nameplate around her neck; securing the collar to the trucks tie-down with a short training leash; the nameplate engraved with her new slave name: "Princess". We had a two-hour drive ahead of us and I took all of the secondary and back roads to avoid traffic. After fifteen minutes on the road the affects of the taser started wearing off; Sarah started struggling in the back trying to scream through her gag. " Behave my pretty girl.... be quiet; you can't get loose and nobody can hear you." "We have a long drive to your new home." "I had Princess engraved on your new collar." "Do you like my present little lady?" "Are you familiar with the origin of your name, Sarah?" "It is Hebrew for lady or princess." "Very fitting, don't you think, Sarah, my little slave princess." "Do you listen to music Princess?" "By good music, I mean Classical of course; I have an extensive collection. " "My ex -cunt of a wife would rather watch television, the fat pig that she is." " She knew I loved to go dancing and never showed an interest after we were married." "My mother was a dance teacher; my favorite style is ballroom, so elegant.... so refined; you will learn to dance and appreciate good music." "I don't care if it is against your religion, good people all over the world dance; that is not an exclusive ticket to hell." Do you like to read?" " I have an extensive library...." "Did you know that the ancient Greeks and Romans prized educated slaves?" "I hate stupid women like my ex-wife; she never even read one of my books." " You want to know something else, she hated to travel." "You are going to learn to love it." " That soap opera watching cunt: good riddance!" I selected two CD's: Vivaldi's Four Seasons & Handel's Messiah for us to listen to on the long ride home. I pulled the truck into the garage then closed and locked the door. I got her out of truck and helped her to her feet, using the leash and collar for control. I cut the flexi-cuffs binding her ankles and walked her down the cellar stairs to the training room; never having done this before, I had no idea how long it would take to break her. Fortunately I did have some contacts that were experienced Dominants in such matters. Minerva for one, Minerva is my mentor and confidant. After my divorce, I went to her dance studio looking to brush up on my skills; we ended up as dance partners and have entered and won dance competitions together. We are not compatible as steady lovers; we continue to dance together; Minerva introduced me to the community. I installed an immovable steel pole of my design in the middle of the floor. I made Princess stand with her back to it, attaching the short leash on the fixed rings at the top with a locking carabiner. There are three movable steel rings that will slide up and down the pole; I slid one of these rings to her wrists and attached another locking carabiner to the flexi-cuffs; she could not sit or lie down unless I removed her leash. Taking her face firmly in my hands, I said " I am going to take your gag off now, you can scream all you want; the basement has been sound proofed." " I will be back in 18 hours; after that, talking without permission will be severely punished." I warned, kissing her mouth and removing her bonnet. Princess was quiet for about an hour, then the pleading, screaming and questions began; of course, I could not hear or see her unless I switched on the lights and video cameras; the frosted block glass windows I installed were covered on the outside to block out all light. When the screaming began, I telephoned Minerva then watched Sarah on the monitor for a time; afterwards, I went to bed. When I woke up, Minerva was waiting for me in the kitchen drinking coffee and watching Princess on the monitor. I poured myself a cup and sat down next to her. "I brought bagels and pea bacon, I was waiting for you to eat; if you cook, I'll do the dishes. "I want one of those poles," she stated, staring at the screen. " I would have never thought of using caribiners that way." "After we eat, you go downstairs alone, as we discussed; I will stay here and watch." she said, getting up, kissing my mouth. Pouring herself another cup of coffee, she sat back down to watch the monitor, pressing the zoom key. "Your Princess is very pretty, I approve." I went downstairs to check on my little slave girl. In her dark gray knee length dress, white stockings and black sensible shoes, she reminded me of a scared little mouse.... but a cute little mouse. It was now time to unwrap the package and examine the contents. "Please, I.... I can't hold it anymore." "I have to go to the bathroom, please.... oh God, please help me." she cried, squirming at her bonds. Ignoring her pleading, I removed her shoes and stockings. Next, I cut off her dress with a pair of scissors; followed by her bra and panties. I placed the scissors on one of her nipples, closing the blades just enough to pinch. Sarah stopped squirming and become quiet. "Be silent Princess, you were warned about speaking without permission; shall I cut it off?" "You have permission to speak." "Please...why are you doing this to me. " "Who are you?" I...."Wrong answer." I said calmly, increasing the tension on her nipple; her urine running down her legs; tears were running down her face in shame and fear. "Please, I am begging you, don't cut it off!" She pleaded "Please, don't cut off my nipple.... Master." I said, correcting her, increasing the pressure.... "Please, don't cut off my nipple Master." "I am begging you Master, I will be good." You will be a good what? I asked, "I will be a good little slave Master," "Much better, but you still have to be punished." I replied, removing the scissors from her nipple. "Tell me again who I am, little Princess." I whispered, putting my face close, kissing her mouth again, the cold steel of the scissors, touching her vagina. "You are my Master, I am your slave." "I am your property." " Please don't cut me Master," She whispered. "I will be lenient with you this one time." "You will receive a lesser punishment," I advised her, removing her leash. "Get down on the floor on your knee's." "Lets just see how long your hair is shall we." I removed the hairpins from her braided bun letting her braid drop down her back. Sarah's hair and braid was dark brown, very thick and soft, ending just below her round buttocks. What a shame I had to cut her beautiful hair, it will take years to grow that long again. "How shall I punish you Princess, shall I cut off your Labia Majora; your cunt lips?" "You still have permission to speak." "What shall your punishment be?" "Please cut my hair Master." "Do you know why you are being punished little lady?" "Because I spoke without permission after I was warned not to," she answered "What else Princess?" "Because I deserve to be punished for disobeying you Master." "That is correct, what you say is true; you are not a stupid girl, as I said before; I hate stupid women." What is your purpose in life now little my pretty little slave." "To please and serve you Master." I removed the last carabiner, releasing her from the pole, and cut the flexi-cuffs on her wrists. "Do not remove your blindfold." "Get down on your hands and knees." "Put your legs together." "Please cut my hair, don't hurt me, don't cut me Master," she begged. "Good girl." "Put your hands closer together and lean forward until your cunt is higher then your pretty little head; wonderful, now put your forehead on your hands." "You are a pretty little thing...say it." I ordered, gently stroking her nipples, watching them get hard. "I'm a pretty little thing." She replied, her face and neck turning pink behind the blindfold. "When ever I walk into a room, you will always get into this position." "Do you understand?" "Yes Master, I understand." "Your nipples are getting hard, my pretty girl." "You have beautiful breasts." "You obviously enjoy having them stroked." "If I say down, you will assume this position." "Your slave understands, Master," "If I say heel, what does it mean?" "I am not sure, Master." she replied, "Guess?" I ordered. "I will kneel with my back straight." "Good answer; heel...stand." "Excellent, you are a natural." "Along with your punishment, you will receive a reward; I have decided not to shave your head.... for now." "I do that with all stupid disobedient girls who do not immediately submit and comply." "Turn around, it is time for your haircut." I took the scissors and positioned them just below Sarah's shoulder blades. I slowly cut through her silky braid savoring the moment, putting the severed braid in my belt. "Turn and face me." "Unbraid your hair and finger comb your ponytail." "Do you have anything to say to me Princess?" I said stroking her ponytail. "Thank you for not shaving me bald Master." I removed her blindfold and took her hair out of the ponytail, fluffing it out. Sarah's hair was now much shorter; it just touched the top of her breasts. "We are starting over, you may not speak!" I said, squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy lips, my fingers probing her flower; enjoying her wetness, and arousal. "Your heart beat and breathing have increased, your sex betrays you." "Since you urinated on my floor, you will scrub the entire floor on your hands and knees." "You will use your Amish garments for cleaning rags." "If I am pleased with the floor, I may feed you." "I am expecting a guest, Mistress Minerva." "She is a slave owner and my equal." "You will address her as Mistress, and obey her commands." "Mistress Minerva will be assisting me in your training and grooming." "If she were your owner, and you urinated on her floor, you would be mopping the floor with your hair; then she would shave your head." "Mistress Minerva is very interested in purchasing you; she is a very wealthy, refined woman, but a cruel mistress." "If you continue to please me, I may keep you, my pretty girl." "There is a slop sink and cleaning supplies in the closet," I said pointing to the door. "There is no hot water, just cold; you will have to earn the privilege to bath in hot water." "There is a blanket in the closet for you to sleep on when you are done." "You will also find the necessary toiletries to keep clean." "Your hair will always remain unbound." "I'm going upstairs to await my guest, get busy!" I locked the door at the top and bottom of the stairs and walked to the kitchen. "Very well done Michael, I was convinced you really were going to cut her nipple off." "She must have been terrified." "I believe she will be most compliant from this point on." "Such repressed sexuality just under the surface ready to be brought out." "I realize that Minerva, did you see how easily she is aroused," "Conditioned response will be one key to her submission," "I intend to have her begging for my touch to avoid your punishments." "I will be her protector as well as her Master." "I believe that will work with her Michael." "If your theory pans out and you are successful, you will eligible for membership to the Sanctorum." "I'll wait for you in your bedroom; it's my turn to be on top my dear; watching you with her has made me horny as hell." After we made love we took a long nap, then it was my turn to be on top and we did it again; Minerva was just couldn't seem to get enough for some reason. Perhaps it was because she was looking forward in playing the heavy; good Master, bad Mistress. Minerva possessed a wonderful sense of style and knew how to dress. She was a very beautiful woman; a natural redhead with long thick hair that fell to the middle of her back. At six-two, Minerva had the slim graceful figure of a dancer and creamy complexion. Minerva owned two women that lived in small apartment, located in the same building as her studio. They were also her employees and she received an income from their labor. One of her girls was a registered nurse/ physician's assistant; the other a hairstylist/make up artist in a high end salon that Minerva owned, which incidentally employed a dozen ordinary people; they had no idea that their employer was Minerva's slave. Minerva's slave girls were former dance students with signed slave contracts, registered with the Sanctorum; they were bound for life and their contracts could be sold or transferred to other members. My plans for Princess were eventually to share my bed; that being primary; a companion/ housekeeper, secondary. The Sanctorum was a very old secret society; membership was for life, disclosing its secrets: by slaves or slave owners, depending on the severity could mean death. Minerva told me it had its own courts as well as a ruling council. The Sanctorum is a self-sustaining entity with members throughout the country. The Sanctorum has unbelievable financial resources at its disposal. They insured that registered slaves receive housing and medical care for life. Minerva went into the bathroom to change into what she called her "Mistress Attire" in preparation to train Princess: black silk blouse, black slacks and of course black riding boots. She fixed her long red hair in a ponytail. Minerva came out of the bathroom with the black leather-riding crop and announced "Let me at that little slut." When we arrived in the basement, we found Princess asleep on the spotless floor by her training pole wrapped in her blanket. Minerva wasted no time and struck the floor with the riding crop near Sarah's head. "Wake up slut, is this how you greet your Master's guests?" Princess woke with a start, throwing her blanket side, assumed the position. "Michael you described her to me as being very pretty." "Well, I suppose that is a matter of taste, I think her rather plain myself, barley adequate." I watched Princess tense at these harsh words, but she knew enough to remain silent and hold position. "Just look at her fat hairy legs?" "Do Amish men actually find that attractive?" "What a dog she is." Minerva said laughing. I walked over to where Minerva was standing and quietly said Heel Princess, look at your Master." I pushed her hair away from her face and looked into her brown eyes brimming with tears. I wiped them away and smiled at her. "I think she is very pretty, Minerva." " Of course you have complete charge of her grooming and make-up." "These are things that she has to learn having been brought up Amish." I added, stroking her hair. "You will wax your legs my pretty girl." "Mistress Minerva will teach you to enhance your natural beauty for men's pleasure." "You have permission to speak, but only to answer questions." "What does your collar say slut?" Minerva asked "My Master says he engraved the nameplate with my slave name: Princess" Sarah replied. "Sarah's name in Hebrew translates as Lady or Princess." I added "Do you know what else is engraved on your collar, slut?' Minerva asked "No Mistress." "It says Princess, property of Master Michael." "Lady and Princess are also common names for hairy bitch dogs like you." Minerva said laughing. "When I own you, I will shave you completely bald and keep you that way." " That will be so delicious, my own hairless bitch." "Do you know what electrolysis is bitch?" "No Mistress." "It is a method of permanent hair removal making you permanently bald." Minerva answered, watching Sarah shudder. "You do not own her yet, Minerva." "For now I will choose her hairstyle, not you." "Your hairstylist Mandy will cut her hair to suit my taste; that was our agreement." I said raising my voice, pretending to be angry. "Yes of course, lover. "Minerva said, soothingly "There is no need to be angry." she said, kissing me. "She is just a slave after all." "I will abide by our agreement, but my methods are my own." "I suggest we go upstairs where can discuss this in private............................." Once upstairs, while I opened a bottle of Dunnewood Merlot 2001(California), Minerva fixed a platter of cheese and fruit. "A toast to Minerva, your performance could have won an award, but you will have to settle for this fine Merlot." I announced raising my glass in salute. Minerva bowed and smiled taking a sip from her glass. "I was watching her reactions very closely." "Princess obviously thinks herself pretty, conformity to look and act the same, as opposed to individuality is encouraged in the Amish culture; particularly for women." "I observed her for a year before I abducted her." "When she thought no one was looking, she studied the young women buying her baked goods." "Did I tell you that she hid a small mirror in her booth, as well as fashion magazines in the ladies room vanity." "How could you possibly know that Michael, about the fashion magazines?" "Because I installed a hidden fiber optic camera in the ladies room." "Princess particularly likes the pictures of handsome young men." "I have her on video, masturbating; the magazines her visual aid." "I have still pictures taken from the videos to send to the Elders in her community; a threat to insure her obedience and compliance." "You naughty voyeur, you never told me about that!" She laughed, leaning forward; unconsciously touching herself, one of her many tells. I knew that she was getting aroused...I would make her wait this time. "I was saving that as a surprise my marvelous teacher." I said, refreshing her glass, my hand lingering on hers. I did show her the deference she was due; Minerva had influence in the Sanctorum. "Did you watch other women as well?" "Of course not Minerva, it was strictly business, I couldn't allow myself distractions." "I had to make sure that Princess was the one." I stated. "Don't be so serious, I was only teasing." She said, smiling. "Is a full body wax what you had in mind for her, Michael? "Yes, what do you think of the hairstyle I chose for her?" I said, handing her the picture I downloaded and printed. " I prefer pixie cuts my girls." "It keeps them in their place." "Did you know Mandy had long honey blond waist length hair?" "I had it cut short and layered, then bleached to a much lighter color; Mandy hates it, constantly begs to go back to her natural color." "But yes, that medium bob would suit your Princess well; the long bangs and hair framing her face, almost a long bowl cut, don't you think?" "Now that you mention it yes.... I do favor the bangs a great deal." "Eventually, she will grow it long again, that being my preference; she will keep the bangs and shorter hair framing her face." "Sarah's hair will never be as beautiful as yours, Minerva." "That's very sweet of you to say." She smiled touching her hair, yet another tell. I knew Minerva was very vain about her hair; poor Mandy often received the crop, even when she styled Minerva's hair to perfection. Minerva was a terror just before a dance competition. "You could always dye hers the same color as mine," She suggested. "Your natural color could never be duplicated, my dear teacher," I said, getting up kissing her neck, stroking her ponytail. "To do so would be a sad counterfeit; as diamonds are to coal." "Bring her a bowl of oat meal as we planned and see to it that she takes her vitamins." "Spend about an hour with her." "Use your crop if you wish, but do not hit her in the face." "You know how much your beautiful red hair turns me on, I can't wait to eat you out." I said, kissing the back of her neck. Minerva went downstairs and began training her in basic slave etiquette using the crop for any reason, real or imagined. Minerva put Sarah's hair up in pigtails and ordered her down on all fours, and lead her around the basement on a leash; making her bark. Sarah received her dinner: cold oatmeal with skim milk served in a dish on the floor, telling her "Since you are a, fat ugly hairy bitch and you should can eat like one." Holding onto her pigtails and forcing Sarah's face into the bowl of oatmeal, making her eat like a dog. "You made me look bad in front of your Master." "You will not only be bald when I own you, I will have your breasts and clitoris surgically removed; bald bitch dogs have no need of them; maybe a total hysterectomy." "Then I'll have your teeth pulled making you a proper cunt licker." "Afterwards, no man will ever look at you again the way Michael does now." When she was done eating, Minerva made Sarah chew her vitamins. Before Minerva came back upstairs, she attached Sarah's leash to one of the sliding rings and left her blanket just out of her reach, but not the pail for her sanitary functions. When she arrived upstairs, I turned off the heat to the basement and shut down the lights. Although I went down her as promised, Minerva didn't return the favor, returning home to check on her girls. I went downstairs to check on my Princess and found her leaning against the pole shivering. I removed her leash, picked up her folded blanket, and sat on the couch. "Tell me what is on your mind, little lady," I inquired kindly. "Please, Master...I am so cold, may I have my blanket?" "Come and sit next to me.... Sarah, "You will soon be warm enough." "That's it get closer, put your head on my shoulder." "Now, let me put the blanket over you, we will share our body heat." I put my arms around her and held her, talking softly until she stopped shivering. "You did well today, although you made a bad first impression with Mistress Minerva." "You are very pretty with your hair down." I said, taking her hair out of the pigtails "Just like the girls in the magazines you like to look at.... in secret." I said, kissing her forehead. "I know everything about you, my pretty girl." "You were never meant to be a little Amish mouse in a gray dress." "Do you really know what I did alone in the bathroom, Master; what I did is a sin." "Not in my world it's not, Sarah." "You live in my world now." "You will not be judged for that, nor punished for masturbating: sexual gratification is a natural as breathing." "How old are you, Sarah?" Twenty- three, Master." "And yet you are not married, why?" "I don't know...." "I don't know, Master." I corrected, "I do not know, Master." She replied, "I do not know is not an answer; that is an evasion, a childish excuse." "I have no interest in children." "I am not a child, Master... I don't want to marry an Amish man." "Much better my pretty girl, that was an intelligent, honest answer." "I value honesty Sarah; I will never punish you for telling the truth." "You will be severely punished if you lie to me." "Are you warm now?" "Yes, Master." "Do you wish to be sold to Mistress Minerva." "No Master." "Please don't sell me to her; she will do terrible things to me...I" "Hush, I decided to keep you for now." "Do you desire to please me, Sarah?" "Yes Master." "Turn around and face away from me." " Yes that's right, just like that.... good." "You have beautiful breasts, so sensitive; your nipples are already hard." "Does this feel good, my pretty girl, your Master.... a man stroking your breasts?" "Yes Master, much better then when I do it." "Are you aroused Sarah, are you wet between your legs?" "I already know the answer." "Play with yourself, make yourself come for your Master." "That will please me." "You are a pretty little thing." "Marvelous, relax, enjoy it; tell me when you are coming." "Remember little Sarah, if you lie to me you will be punished." "I can sense your orgasm rising, your sex betrays you." "You know you want to come, yes that's it moan louder if you wish my pretty Sarah." "This is why God made you a woman and gave you a clitoris." Sarah was definitely vocal in her orgasm, this time she did not cover her mouth with her hand, as she did while masturbating in the ladies room. She came close to sliding off the couch with all her squirming. It was obvious that she was intent in pleasing herself as well as pleasing me; no wonder she didn't want to marry an Amish man, she would probably intimidate the hell out of the poor pious bastard. "There is a bowl with a few apples at the bottom of the stair; get them and bring them here." Biting into one of them, I said. "You must be hungry, the other two are for you." "Mistress Minerva is in charge of your diet." "We both agree you can stand to loose twenty pounds in keeping with your height and frame." "The apples will be our secret." "Sit on the couch and eat your apples." "When you are done eating, you may use the bathroom in the next room." I offered, getting up and punching in the numbers on the electronic keypad to unlock the door. "I am pleased with you this evening." "I will enjoy having you in my bed when the time comes." "For now, until your training is complete, you will sleep on the floor; with your blanket." "Do you really think that I am pretty Master?" "I think you are very pretty, my horny little slave girl." The next day, Minerva arrived with Mandy to give Princess her full body wax. Mandy was a small and petite at five-three with blue eyes and a clear complexion. Her hair was blond and cut short in a neat pixie cut, as Minerva described to me the day before. I would estimate her age to be between 30 & 35. Minerva had dressed her in a simple white smock with white pants and plain white nurses shoes. As slave etiquette dictates, Mandy assumed position immediately upon entering my threshold. "You may stand, Mandy, let me get a good look at you." "Turn around slowly.............you have very nice manners, you assumed the position smoothly and gracefully." "Thank you Master Michael." She replied. "The basement is unlocked." "The kitchen is the second door to your right; the door to basement is open." "Go downstairs and introduce yourself to Princess." "Explain the procedure to her as this will be her first time." "Your Mistress and I will be having coffee and will join when we are finished." "May she interact freely Minerva, it will put Princess at ease?" "You may, Mandy." Minerva replied. "Be discrete, as we discussed." "Go to the car and get your case and have everything prepared to start in one hour." "I want all of her hair removed from the neck down." "Yes Minerva" Mandy replied "I shall treat her as a paying customer." The waxing would take the better part of 3 hours. Minerva and I retired to the kitchen and had breakfast together. During breakfast, she received an important call on her cell phone, changing our plans. Minerva told me that she would be leaving Mandy with me until tomorrow morning. She would be meeting with her accountants. "While Mandy is here, why not have her cut Princess's hair." "Mandy tells me the Salon is booked straight the next two weeks with no openings." "Besides, I need to return the favor from yesterday, as I left in haste." "As a special treat you may have full use of Mandy until then." "That is very magnanimous of you Minerva, I accept, but as I said before; diamonds to coal, my gracious teacher." Minerva went downstairs to tell Mandy of the change in plans, then left for her appointments. Mandy returned to report that she was done, and stood in the library waiting for further instructions. "You have permission to speak freely, come and stand before me." "How long have you been owned by Mistress Minerva" "Six years Master Michael." Mandy replied. "Obviously you know your place and what is expected of you; being comfortable in your subservience; you may address me as Michael" "Remove all of your clothing.... slowly, that's it.....................................you have a very nice figure." "Thank you Michael" "Your Mistress advised you that you were to pleasure me." "I will comply with your wishes." She replied. "Go upstairs to the bathroom." "I left to door open for you." "You will find unopened toothbrushes, a fresh tube of toothpaste along with mouthwash on the counter; use them and wait for me there." I fixed my pretty girl her lunch: hot oatmeal with warm skim milk, plain yogurt, and a banana, orange and mint tea. After she ate, I ran my hands up and down her body enjoying her smooth skin. "This is so much better, don't you think?" "Don't worry, you will get used to it, the first time is always the worst." "You will be getting a proper haircut by Mandy later today" "I am very partial to the style, very sexy. "Do your aerobic and stretching exercises on your pole as you have been instructed. I will unlock the bathroom for you before I leave. Mandy was waiting for me, as instructed. I brushed my teeth, finishing by rinsing with generous amounts of mouthwash. Turning to her I reached out took her hands pulling her close. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, I kissing her mouth enjoying her sweet taste. Mandy returned my kisses, hesitating slightly at first, but soon was probing my mouth with her little tongue. I started to undress, Mandy helped me off with my clothing, "Princess is waiting for her haircut." "She is doing her exercises now, the ones Minerva taught her.... thanks, just put everything in the hamper." "You did an exceptional job with the full body wax, I'm very pleased with the results." "I need your help with something else, I need you to make her jealous, can you do that for me Mandy?" Mandy put her arms around my neck, kissing me, her little tongue probing.... teasing. Her small hands caressing my chest, and then kissing, my chest and stomach. Mandy's hands now stroking my testicles, getting me hard. "Do you like that Master"? "Order me to lick and suck your cock." She said, seductively. "Not yet you little vixen, I want to taste you first." I said laughing, playfully slapping her bottom, "Get into the shower." We took turns lathering one another with Pear's soap. Mandy shampooed my hair giving me a wonderful scalp massage, and then I did hers. After we toweled off, I ordered her to my bedroom and made her lie on her back with her legs spread. I went down on her, licking and sucking, probing her clitoris with my tongue. Mandy's hands were in my hair, pushing my head against her dripping pussy, verbally urging me on. Just as her orgasm crested, "Stick you finger in my ass...push." Mandy's orgasm came in waves, her sweet juices covering my face as I licked like mad; and then, she went limp. I lay down next to her, playing with her hard nipples watching her stretch her arms above her head, as she touched her hair and frowning momentarily; a possible tell. Smiling she rolled over and hugged me, kissing my face "Thank you for being so considerate and allowing me to be myself." "I didn't know what to expect." She said. "Tasting your juicy peach is all the thanks I need." I replied, playing with her short hair. "If I owned you Mandy, I would keep you all to myself and not share." "What about your Princes?" "You would have to take turns." "I think I would prefer you with long hair." I added, continuing stroking her head. "How long would you make me grow it, Michael?" "First we go back to your natural color." "I'm a honey blond." "I love that hair color, honey blond it is Mandy." "Next you would grow out the layers; no bangs for you." "Long honey blond, blunt cut all one length to your shoulders." "Just my shoulders?" "Would you like it longer Mandy?" I said feigning surprise. "Before I signed my contract with the Sanctorum, Minerva promised never to cut my long hair." " It used to be waist length." " Minerva makes me have my assistant bleach my roots every three weeks, and use thinning shears because Minerva does not like it too thick." "I hate it this way." "Please don't tell her I told you, she might make me cut it even shorter." "Of course I won't, it will be our secret." I assured her, kissing her lightly on the lips. "I want you to visit often, you taste like peaches." "How about to the middle of your back, Peaches, maybe longer...depending..." "Depending upon what? She asked, sitting up looking at me. "Depending.... Oh how shall I put this?" I said teasing "Depending on how jealous you can make Sarah." "You could use a haircut Master, just a trim of course." "I will do it in front of her naked, then go down on you to see what you taste like." "Very good" "I have to check something first, then we will go to the basement together." Mandy got dressed in her white outfit looking neat and professional, blow drying her damp hair and putting on makeup: finishing with dark pink lipstick. I put on my L.L. Bean terry cloth robe and boxer shorts. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, she kissed my cheek, leaving the pink imprint of her lips there; then reapplied her lipstick. Taking her cue, I mussed up her hair, slapping her ass making her yelp and giggle. Sarah hair was shampooed and conditioned in the slop sink. I made her sit on a bar stool while Mandy cut Sarah's long hair. Sarah received a long pageboy with curved eye framing bangs. Mandy then finished Sarah's makeover, by applying makeup. The first makeup Sarah had ever worn. My little lady looked incredibly hot and seductive. "Shake your head little lady." "Sarah shook her head from the side to side; when she stopped, the cut falling neatly back into place. I put my hand in her hair, kissing her mouth "You look lovely." I whispered in her ear "Good enough to eat." I said, kissing her, pushing a Hershey's Kiss into her mouth with my tongue. "This cut looks great on you." Mandy said to her "It is just long enough to pin up and will look very pretty curled." "Let me show you." Taking a curling wand, Mandy styled Sarah's hair in luscious ringlet curls. "I am ready to give you your trim now Master Michael." I sat on the barstool and sent Princess over to sit on the couch. Mandy started by wetting my hair with water then combing it to check for cowlicks and find my part. "I'm feeling a little warm, I'm going to take off my to." She said, leaning over and kissing me. Mandy removed it leaving her lacey bra on to cover her small pert breasts. Mandy dropped the comb, as she bent over in front of me to pick it up; I leaned forward and squeezed her cute little ass. "Your pants also, I want to see what color your panties are." "I'm getting warm myself, I have to keep the temperature like this for Princess." I stated removing my robe, sitting back down in my boxers. I kept interrupting my haircut, by grabbing her and kissing her mouth. I undid her bra and dropped it on the floor, Mandy just leaned in closer, rubbing against me with her breast, her nipples getting hard; leaning in kissing my mouth. I pulled her panties down around her knees; Mandy took them the rest of the way off. I could not see Princess, as my back was to her. Mandy told me afterwards that she couldn't sit still and was frowning. After she was finished, I stood up pointing at the floor. Mandy got down on her knees before me. I took my boxers off "Very nice haircut, you little vixen." "Princess, come here.............. Kneel by Mandy." "Get closer to me so that I can play with your curls." Mandy put on quite a show, licking and sucking. Fast.... slow, running her tongue up and down the shaft, teasing around the head; deep throating. I came in Mandy's mouth, and like the wonderful little vixen that she was, swallowed it all, not spilling a drop. "Go upstairs and wait for me in the library Mandy." "I have to get Princess settled in for the night." Mandy gathered her clothing and haircutting equipment, a big smile on her face. I turned to Sarah, who was still on her knees, waiting. "You have had quite the day." "A complete body wax, haircut and all." "Stand and face me." "Close your eyes and open your mouth." I removed a heresy's kiss from my robe pocket, unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. "You look lovely, my pretty lady." "Tomorrow you will given a sport bra, panties socks and sneakers to wear." "When you lose the weight, I may turn the hot water on." " Now go to your pole and I will attach your leash." "Mandy is a delightful little thing." "She will be sharing my bed this evening." "I believe that Minerva is trying to tempt me with her, perhaps trade even for you." "Good night." Mandy was waiting in the library for me when I returned, curled up on the overstuffed leather couch. "I am in the mood for Chinese take-out." "There is a menu on the corkboard near the telephone in the kitchen." "I want chicken & cashews, plus a pint of hot & sour soup." "They make the chicken & cashews right; no celery." "Order something for you, then call the order in for delivery." After we ate, we cuddled on the couch and listened to music. Mandy chose the Nutcracker Suite by Tchaikovsky, her favorite piece of music; then, we shared a bottle of chilled Inniskillin Riesling Ice Wine. I genuinely enjoyed just being with and holding her. As Minerva stated: " my methods are my own"; as are mine. Discipline and cruelty will merely produce an obedient drone. I want to experience all aspects of my slaves, not just their bodies. They have needs to satisfy the same as I. Loyalty, affection, subservience, obedience; coupled with intelligence, all these are attributes of a desirable female slave. That evening in bed, Mandy kept me well satisfied. Minerva arrived the next Saturday morning with bras, panties, and socks and several sizes of Nike sneakers for Sarah to try on. She also brought Katherine, her other slave girl. Katherine was about Mandy's age, brown eyes at five-eight with a well- rounded voluptuous figure, well suited to bearing children. Her short hair was light brown with blond highlights added and styled in a short bob with short curved bangs. Like Mandy, she was dressed all in white, except she was wearing her white lab coat instead of a smock. Katherine would be giving Sarah a physical and compile a medical history. In addition, she would be drawing blood for lab work. I planned on putting Sarah on birth control. While Katherine was giving Princess her physical, Mandy styled her Mistress's hair in a chignon. Minerva would be attending a gathering; a gathering was a meeting of the Sanctorum. Minerva was being summoned to sit on the tribunal of a Master for selling one of his slaves into prostitution to an outsider. Minerva advised me that she would be out of state for the next five days. She would be taking Mandy with her to attend to her needs, especially, her hair and makeup. The doctor that Katherine worked for was on vacation for two weeks. Minerva made arrangements to have Katherine & Mandy's small apartment painted, then new carpet put down. If nothing else, Minerva was a very well organized efficient woman, making full use of her time and money. "I know it's an imposition, would you please let Katherine stay with you while I am gone." "She has allergies too fresh paint, not to mention the new carpet." This will give the place time to air out thoroughly." "I think that you will enjoy having her." "Katherine has a very analytical mind." "You enjoy chess, I will very surprised if you can beat her." "As a matter of fact, I will bet you a dinner at Salvatore's that you lose 2 out of 3 games." "I will take that bet Minerva; enjoy your trip." I said, thinking, "I certainly will be enjoy this buxom beauty." After her physical, Sarah was given her bras, socks and panties. After trying on several pair of Nikes; we determined that her correct size was 7 D; Katherine would return the others and get one extra pair in her correct size. Minerva went to check on Sarah's new hairstyle. " Not bad, at least now she is a well groomed little doggie." she said, stroking Sarah's curls. "Did Mandy leave you makeup to practice with slut?" "Yes Mistress" "Thank you for my undergarments and sneakers." Sarah replied "It is about time you remembered your manners little doggie." Minerva stated, stroking Sarah's face with the riding crop. "I will be gone five days." "Katherine will be staying with your Master." "You will be provided with a jump rope and exercise mat." " Your diet will be modified to include more proteins." "When I return you had better have lost 25lbs., otherwise I will beat you." " Besides, after being with Katherine for five days, he will probably forget all about you." Minerva and Mandy left for the airport. I directed Katherine where to put her suitcase and makeup case. I gave her my car keys, credit card and a grocery list, and then sent her shopping. I also told her to purchase five outfits: Babydolls & Teddies, explaining that is all she would be allowed to wear the next 5 days. "If there is anything special you would like to eat, by all means purchase it" "Be warned, I am a competent chess player." "If you want desert, be prepared to win two out of three." Katherine drove away with a big smile on her face. I found Princess wearing her new bra, panties and sneakers skipping rope. I sat down and watched her breasts bouncing up and down for a while, then called her over to sit down next to me. This time, she knew what to do, putting her head on my chest anticipating and craving my attention. "From this point on, when we are alone, you have permission to speak if you have a question or concern." "However, you will begin with by asking: "May I have permission to speak?" "Give me your hand, place it here, your fingers like this at the base of your throat." "This will be our non verbal signal." "I will either nod yes or shake my head no." "May I have permission to speak, Master?" "Yes." I replied, "I can never go back to my Amish community." "I don't want to go back now." " Mandy and Katherine seem so free, it is hard to explain." "They are so feminine." "They were very kind to me." "They seem so happy to be owned." "They are happy because they have totally submitted." I replied. "They are secure in their femininity in ways few women will ever experience." "How many husbands do you suppose put forth such time and effort to totally know their wives." "Will I be like them?" She asked, "You are like them." "Your nipples are hard as we speak, am I right?" "Yes." she replied, snuggling closer. "Are you horny my pretty girl, do you want come?" "Yes Master, do you want to fuck me?" She asked. "Such language, where did you ever hear that word?" "I just want to please you, Master." "Then don't be vulgar." I replied "I would prefer that you say make love." "And no, I do not want intercourse, I want oral sex from you." "I left a basin with hot water and a wash cloth on the stairs, go get it." "Here it is Master, do you want me to wash you?" "Of course." I replied "That is right, gently...take your time." "Good girl, I think that it is clean enough." "Put the basin back on the stairs." "Did you notice how Mandy did it?" "Yes that's right." "Lick the entire shaft................Marvelous." "Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip." "Very good that feels wonderful." "Start sucking, good..........yes.... that's it...watch your teeth." I warned, lightly cuffing her head. "Get your hand out of your panties and stop playing with yourself." "Concentrate on what you are doing." I admonished, cuffing her again. Very satisfied, I just lay back on the couch with my hands buried in Sarah's hair until I exploded in her mouth. "That was very nice for your first attempt at fellatio." "You will have to learn to swallow it all unless you like having semen on your face." "Now clean the semen that you spilled on me with your tongue; then go wash your face and brush your teeth." When Sarah returned, she sat back down on the couch with me, snuggling close, with her face on my chest. "Close your eyes and get ready to kiss me." I took a Hershey's Kiss from my pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in my mouth. When I kissed her, I pushed it into her mouth with my tongue. "For you my pretty girl." "Now you will taste like chocolate, when I kiss you." "Take off your bra and panties now, but don't touch yourself." "I will do that for you." "Wonderful, you are absolutely dripping." "Your panties must be soaked." "Now kiss your Master." "Marvelous, you taste like chocolate." "You are a horny little thing." "Please Master, please let me come, your horny little slaves begs to let her come." "Stroke my cunt.... mmm, just like that...put your fingers in there................oh, that feels so good." " I'll be so good...I'm coming... I want to suck on it again...kiss me; kiss Master............... Sarah orgasm was incredible; after she peaked, she just collapsed against me, softly crying. I stroked her hair and held her until she stopped. "I want you to keep me." "I want to stay here with you." "Please don't sell me." "I will do anything you say, my Master, my owner." "I can cook and clean house." "I will be anything you want me to be." "I want you to listen to Mistress Minerva and show her that she is wrong about you." "You will have to work extra hard to lose the weight." "I have some books on beauty and makeup for you to read in your spare time." "Katherine will help you with that." "Tomorrow, I will bring you a lighted makeup mirror and everything you will need to practice." "I promise I will not disappoint you Master, I have to exercise now, with your permission of course." Katherine returned from her shopping trip and put the groceries away. We went into the library and I put on some music that was suitable: a CD of Traditional Strip Club song that I bought on a whim for a dollar at a flea market. I sat back and watched her strip to the music and model the different baby dolls and teddies, settling on red, and the last one she tried on. We played chess until 4:00 PM; Minerva was right, I lost five out of seven and greatly enjoyed myself. I would like to think that that sexy little morsel distracted me. That was not the case; she was a much better player then I. I did notice a couple of tells. When she was attacking, she always made a loose fist before each move; while defending, she always touched her right cheek. Katherine was warned that she would play her best or I would tie her to the pole for the night. Watching her, I concluded that her mannerisms were precise, yet feminine; Katherine would be a delight to own. I left Katherine in the library and went to the kitchen to prepare Sarah's meal. Sarah was given a grilled chicken breast and steamed broccoli, carrots and white rice for dinner. I was very generous with her vegetable portions, a special treat for hard day of exercise. She was also given a large cup of jasmine tea with her meal. Sarah was excited about receiving her mirror and makeup tomorrow. "Master, are you going to have my ears pierced?" She asked. "Do you want to have your ears pierced?" "I've always wanted to have them pierced." Sarah replied. "Katherine says that she can do it and has stainless steel posts in her medical bag." "Is that so." I said, smiling. "What else does Katherine say?" "She explained everything about my birth control pills and says I am very healthy." "She thinks that you are handsome and loves your big house." "She hates living in that cramped apartment." "She said that she loved my haircut and wished that her hair was longer." "I had intended to have your ears pierced, Sarah." "In addition to that, I will have Katherine pierce your clitoral hood and have a permanent 18kt. gold ring inserted." "I will be eating my dinner soon." "I will talk to you again in the morning." "May I pleasure you again, Master?" "No, but I like the way that you asked, your choice of words." "Get some sleep, you have exercised enough for today." I walked away thinking, "She is coming along just fine." "Sarah will be willingly sharing my bed sooner then I thought." "I am assured admittance to the Sanctorum." Katherine was waiting for me in the library, curled up with a copy of "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman. "The shrimp is cooling in the refrigerator, along with a bowl of cocktail sauce." "I will put the steaks in the broiler for us as soon as the shrimp are well chilled." She added. "Very good," I commented " I am going to take a nap until dinner is ready, give me a least an hour." "Set the dining room table with the dishes from the dining room china cabinet." "The linen is the 3 bottom drawers along with the good silver." "Do not forget the good crystal." We shared a couple bottles of Alamos Pinot Noir 2002 (Argentina) a nice red wine of moderate price. Katherine chose the dessert: New York Cheese Cake with fresh blueberries. I questioned her during dinner, asking about her profession, making small talk. I drank sparingly and mostly listened, the wine loosening her tongue. I found out that she loved poetry. The only time she read it was at work; Minerva did not approve, viewing poetry a waste of time. This issue was a shame. For one, Katherine having to read it behind her Mistress's back, and for Minerva not allowing her this harmless intellectual pleasure. I would keep this bit of information to myself, a minor infraction at best, certainly not one for her to be whipped. I did give her permission to be herself, because of this, I assumed a certain degree of confidentiality; slave girl or not. As I have said before, I have my own methods. As is my preference, and as a prelude to foreplay, I showered with Katherine as I did with Mandy. While her hair was still wet, I combed it straight back away from her face, tucking the sides behind her ears. As she stood admiring her reflection in the mirror, I stepped behind her; kissing and licking her neck and ears; caressing her curvaceous buttocks. "What a shame your hair isn't longer Katherine, I would love to see you with a ponytail." Katherine just sighed, not commenting. "Princess's hair will eventually be much longer." "Her present style is merely transitional." "Minerva suggested that I cut it much shorter; like Mandy's." "I believe that bangs suit her; you are beautiful with or without." "I would prefer your hair longer." "In keeping with your professional image, you would keep it pinned up work." This brought a smile to her face, as I knew it would. Katherine turned, put her arms around my neck, kissing my mouth, "It would be wonderful if you would buy me from Minerva." "I will trust you not to tell her that; a girl can dream can't she?" Katherine was quite perceptive in concluding that I would remain silent. I could not afford her even if I were a member of the Sanctorum, which was the only way I could purchase her. If I could afford her, I doubt Minerva would sell her to me. Of the three, Sarah, Mandy and Katherine, Katherine was the most complex Intellectually & intuitively, she was Minerva's equal. It would be a pleasure to explore her complexities. For the present, as long as she trusted me and was forthcoming, her perspective about her Mistress was invaluable. "King takes queen.... or shall I say King will take the queen to bed." "We have five days to checkmate one another, Katherine." "You know where my bedroom is; wait for me there." I went to the library, locking the door behind me. Going to the wall-to-wall bookcase on the east wall, I pushed the hidden catch allowing one side to swing inward revealing a hidden room. Entering, I closed the door behind me. My entire house has concealed fiber optic cameras and microphones in every room. This is the Master control room for the entire property. The dummy room is hidden in the basement. Minerva knows everything about the dummy one; this one is a secret and will override everything. To Minerva's knowledge, there are only cameras in the basement and outside perimeter. I have a friend whose land is adjacent to mine. While I own 20 acres, David has at least 1400. I purchased most of my furniture from David, as he deals in the unusual and the unique. Most importantly, David is discreet, a most desirable quality in a friend. Whenever David goes out of town for any length of time, I keep an eye on his property and feed his dog Socrates. Aside from his new wife Laura, Socrates is a one-man dog. Socrates and I have a unique relationship. I let him out to do his business and feed him, Socrates mostly ignores me. Up until the time that he married, David was a very private person. I always called before I went to visit. David told me that I am always welcome. I even attended his wedding. Out of respect, I still will call first, emergencies aside. My primary occupation is an Electrical Engineer and inventor holding multiple patents. I own a small business employing six people installing complete security systems of my own design. I have a natural aptitude with computers and will build and incorporate them into the client's security systems. Like my friend David, my clients are very wealthy and value discretion. I installed David's security system. David and I remodeled the library containing the hidden room. In addition to my security business, I am a silent partner in a business that manufactures stun guns and tasers, all government and police contracts. None of these are available to the public, all state of the art and my design. I gave one to David awhile back, although I have no idea what he will do with it. He and his wife are most proficient with firearms; and there is always Socrates. There are no paper blueprints for the one I used on Sarah. I custom built it for myself, the blueprints, in my head, as are those for my security system. After I ran a diagnostic on the system, I joined Katherine in the bedroom. We picked up where we left off in the bathroom. I made Katherine get on her hands and knees on the bed and entered her from behind. My instincts about her were correct, Katherine enjoyed having intercourse in this position. She begged me to pull her hair while I was fucking her. Katherine liked it hard and fast and was capable of multiple orgasms. Actually, she liked intercourse in any position as long as it was a little on the rough side. After we finished making love we went right to sleep. Katherine was up early and prepared breakfast: sourdough pancakes, pork sausages and hot coffee. "Do you want me to bring Sarah her breakfast?" She asked. "We will eat first." "Then you can bring it to her." "I am going outside for a couple of hours to cut some wood." "I have four cords done so far and hope to get three more cut and stacked for the season." "Do you want me to help you?" She offered. "That won't be necessary, I need the exercise." "Pick up around the house.... on second thought, it could use a good dusting." "I am sure that you can find your way around." I lost track of the time and was outside for most of the morning. When I returned, I found that Katherine had dusted and vacuumed my entire house. She greeted me at the door, assuming the position. Fresh from the shower her wet hair was combed straight back and shiny with hair gel. Katherine was wearing a red teddy, had put on her makeup; she was wearing blood red lipstick; I loved the look. "You may stand slave girl, give your Master a kiss." Katherine put her arms around my neck and complied. That was quite a work out; I'm soaked with perspiration." "I must smell terrible," I continued, "You smell wonderful." She replied. "Don't you want me to shower first?" "I love the smell of clean sweat." Katherine answered, continuing to kiss me. "Do you like my hair?" "Get down on your hands and knees and I will show you how much I like your hair." I did her doggie style, right there on the floor the way she liked it, fast and hard, slapping her ass and pulling her hair; afterwards I made her clean me with her mouth. "Assume the position.... very nice, I'm going to take a shower, then we will have lunch." "Do not move until I return." After we ate we brought Sarah her makeup mirror and makeup, as well as her noon meal. After Sarah ate, she and Katherine took turns skipping rope and exercised together. I turned on the hot water to the slop sink and the bathroom allowing Sarah free access for a hot shower and a toilet. The girls had worked up quite a sweat together trying to out do one another at jump rope. I suggested that they shower together while I watched. They soaped each other down, washing & conditioning each other's hair and drying themselves off. Then they spent half-an-hour doing each other's makeup. I observed that Katherine enjoyed brushing Sarah's hair. When they finished, I sat on in the middle of the couch, calling them over. With one slave girl on either side, I announced, "We are going to have a kissing contest." "There is cheese cake with blueberries in the fridge." "The best kisser gets a piece" Having two naked women on a couch trying to out do one another is an experience every man should enjoy at least once in a lifetime............................. : I declared the contest a tie. Katherine and Sarah spent a great deal of time together during those 5 days. In a sense, Katherine was Sarah's mentor, as her gentle influence encouraged and taught Sarah the etiquette of the slaves as mandated by the Sanctorum. No doubt, it also helped her be more at ease with her previous repressed sexuality, by having another woman's perspective. Having an exercise partner was another bonus. On our last evening together, Katherine and I were sitting together in the library sharing a bottle of Dunnewood Merlot. Katherine again told me something about Minerva that was quite insightful. I had always assumed that Minerva was bi-sexual or a lesbian. I saw no purpose in having female slaves unless you intended in having sexual relations with them. Minerva enjoyed the power and prestige of being a Mistress, a dominant. Katherine and Mandy were for the most part a source of income. Not that she mistreated them; they were more like unpaid servants for life. Minerva preferred the company of men. This was a puzzle. If she preferred males, why have female slaves? This was not a question that I could just come out and ask her. I needed her support to enter the Sanctorum. In any case, it was none of my business. When Minerva returned, she was very pleased with Sarah's progress. She put on quite the show when I refused to sell Sarah to her, pretending to be angry. I gladly took her out to dinner at Salvatore's twice, once for losing our bet, the other because we both craved their veal marsala. Three months had come and gone, Sarah had safely lost the required weight and was very tone and trim. She was now allowed upstairs during the day, and was given her house cleaning duties. In this she excelled; in addition too cooking and baking the recipes that her mother and aunts taught her. I purchased a variety of leotards for her to wear around the house. They hugged her contours and showed off her beautiful figure; a constant reminder for her to maintain her optimum weight with diet and exercise. Sarah was required to read one book a week and we discussed it, reviewing what she had learned. I purchased some used textbooks and brought home library books on music and music appreciation; Sarah received constant exposure to all aspects of my collection, and learned to enjoy the classics. On the first day of the fourth month, I have placed a calendar on the refrigerator. On the last day of the month, Sarah will be allowed to sleep in my bed and we will have intercourse. For now she will be sleeping on the floor at the foot of my bed. Each day she will place an X on the calendar to record the passing days. She was not allowed orgasm until then and must pleasure me with her mouth. The day finally arrived and I failed to qualify beforehand exactly when it would begin. At exactly 12:01 AM, while I was still asleep, Sarah got up off of the floor and got into bed next to me, waking me up. "What do you think you are doing?" I asked. "You said I would share your bed and I have been good." She replied, snuggling closer. "Do you realize what time it is?" "It is the last day of the month." She meekly relied, adding "Are you angry with me?" "No, technically you are right; it is the next day and I did promise." I replied, putting my arm around her. "Are you going to make love to me now?" she asked, kissing my neck. "Later." "Oh." she sighed, disappointed. "But you have been good, my pretty girl." "You do know your place." "That deserves a reward." "You may address me by my first name when we are alone, such as now." "Will that satisfy you until morning, Sarah?" "Yes Michael, I can wait until morning." she replied, kissing my mouth and snuggling closer "Good night, Master." The alarm was supposed to go off at 7:00 AM, but did not; I woke up instead to my little princess's sweet kisses on my face. "Did you sleep well, Michael?" "Do you want me to prepare your breakfast?" "Yes, very well indeed, and no; you and I will be going out for breakfast." "Are you well rested little princess?" "Yes Michael, thank you for asking." "I've never eaten in a restaurant before." "I am sure that you will enjoy the experience, but first things first." "Stand at the end of the bed"...."Heel"...."Down." "Tell me what you want," I ordered "I want to feel you inside of me Michael." "I want you to suck on my breasts." "What else do you want, Princess?" I asked, getting out of bed and stroking her moist cunt with my fingers. "I want to lick your cock and suck on it." "Who am I?" "You are Michael, my Master." "You are dripping with desire my pretty girl, your sweet flower is my property as is the rest of you." I took her on the floor in the bedroom. Sarah's sweet orgasm was incredible...I'm coming.... ooh God it feels so good...Master.... I want to suck on it.... yes, oh yes.......................make love to my cunt.....................................................................After she came; I rolled her over on her back, pounding her until I achieved mine. After we showered, I said "There is a large package wrapped in brown paper in the hall closet for you; bring it here." Sarah ran to the closet bringing it back to the bedroom, and then carefully opened it, folding the paper and putting it to one side. "I decided that leotards might not be practical for outside attire." "I will bet my eye teeth that the blue jeans are a perfect fit." "Katherine washed three times adding fabric softener at the end of the wash cycle." "Minerva chose the blouse: Chinese silk, a beautiful shade of jade green." I added. "Did Mistress Minerva really select this blouse for me, it is very beautiful? " She exclaimed, rubbing the fabric on her face. "I thought that she hated me!" "Minerva is a practical women." "She has resigned herself to the fact that you are mine and not for sale or trade." "Minerva has a wonderful sense of style." "In attempt to appease her and smooth things over, we will be meeting her for breakfast." "Then we will be taking you shopping for clothing; I defer to her sense of style in women's attire." Sarah thanked Minerva for the blouse and Minerva...well, Minerva was Minerva. We went to the different women's clothing stores; Minerva chose the clothing and Princess dutifully tried them on. Minerva did not ask Sarah's opinion about anything. What she did chose for her looked good on Sarah and was most appropriate; I concurred with all her selections. The shopping excursion took less then 2 hours, as Minerva no doubt scoped out her selections ahead of time. After Minerva left, I took Sarah to a jewelry store and bought her a pair of 18-karat gold hoop earrings; she put the stainless steel posts she was wearing in her pocket, putting the hoops on before she left the jewelry store. Sarah left the store beaming, she looked beautiful and she knew it. My final purchase for her was perfume. I have always been partial to the scent vanilla. We went to Macy's going directly to the perfume counter. The woman behind the counter would not stop flirting with me; much to Sarah's displeasure. All that Sarah could do to show her displeasure, was to stand close to me hanging to my arm; however, if looks could kill............................. I bought her a bottle of spray cologne: Vanilla Fields by Coty and received many hugs and kisses while we were in Macy's, some no doubt for the benefit of the flirtatious sales clerk. We spent the rest of the day in bookstores, browsing. Seven months after Princess's abduction, I was summoned to a gathering of the Sanctorum. Sarah would also be attending for her interview in preparation to sign her slave contract. Minerva would act as my advocate. The gathering was held in a building that previously was a Grand Old Hotel on the Hudson River, which was remodeled and restored to its former glory by the Sanctorum. Security on the grounds was extremely tight; we went through 3 checkpoints before we reached the Grand Hotel Main Building. The three of us were escorted to the waiting room off of the main lobby. Minerva directed Sarah to strip as she would be naked and on display for most of the weekend; slaves were not allowed clothing once the gathering started, unless they were assigned to serve refreshments. My initiation and oath would be before the council of 50, which consists of a Grand Master/Grand Mistress representing each of the 50 United States. Afterwards, I would be given a gold signet ring upon which the Sanatorium's seal is engraved. I was also required to bequeath 51% of all of my financial assets and real property to the Sanctorum, at the time of my death. It should be noted: the Sanctorum considered Slaves real property. Following this paperwork, I was given a retinal scan and my right hand was scanned to record my fingerprints for security and identification purposes. Lastly, I gave them a cashier's check in the amount equal to 20% of my net worth, predetermined by their forensic accountants. I was forth coming in declaring everything, including the money hidden in my mattress. The benefits of membership far out weighed the initial cost. Their code of ethics was quite simple, loyalty, honesty and secrecy to the Sanctorum and Masters/Mistresses of the brother and sisterhood. After my initiation and paperwork, I was shown to my room by a naked blond slave girl to rest for the gathering- proper, followed by an informal get-to- together of owners and slaves. Minerva's room was adjacent to mine; she left me a note to meet her in the lobby at 7:30PM;I took a shower and a nap, setting my alarm for 6:30PM. During the informal get- to -together, Sarah was required to serve refreshments for one hour to the dominants in the ballroom, as were the other slaves present. She was dressed in a French Maid's Outfit as were all the other slaves assigned to that duty; there were no males slaves present. Minerva was introducing me around when the pieces to the puzzle about Minerva's sexual preferences were coming together. Of the Fifty Grand Masters & Mistress's present at my initiation, only ten were women; the men out numbered the women four to one. Dominants, male or female must only be an allowed to own female slaves. "Michael did you hear what I just said?" "No, I'm sorry Minerva, I was just thinking how lucky I was to find your dance studio." "Without your help, I would never be here today, my marvelous mentor." "You were saying." "You are welcome Michael." "Now that you are one of us, I wish to thank you as well." "Your Sarah has created quite a stir among the gathering." "The concept of stalking and abducting an Amish women; not to mention successfully turning her into your slave and having her sign a contract." " I as your mentor share a small portion of the accolades." "As well as my own for bringing you into the fold, so to speak." "I was saying, that there is someone I want you to meet." "She wants to purchase Sarah from you." "Before you say no, hear me out." "Your account in Luxemburg." "She is willing to transfer one two hundred fifty thousand dollars to your account." I felt a small hand touch the small of my back; my beautiful Princess had turned in her maid's uniform and was kneeling naked beside me. Sarah placed her hand at the base of her throat as I taught her. I smiled at her and shook my head, indicating that she did not have permission to speak. "No Minerva, I respectfully must decline her offer." "I know you so well my student." "I knew that you would say that" "Grand Mistress Maud is the prospective buyer." "The answer is still no!" "Will you at least meet with her Michael?" "Of course I will meet with her." "She is after all a Grand Mistress." "Then I will schedule a private audience with her Michael." "While I an gone, consider her offer." "Keep in mind two hundred fifty thousand dollars to her is like one hundred dollar to you and I." Minerva left to talk with the Grand Mistress and I gave Sarah permission to speak "I signed my contract with them, Master" "I have never seen so many beautiful naked women before, all of them slaves; I am so happy." "I expected to be groped and leered at, but that was not the case." "Everyone here seems so organized and relaxed." "The people here are unique my pretty girl" "You are not some whore or slut on display." "A slave practices her art, as does a Dominant." "Much like the geishas of Japan." "You are a valued piece of property to be guarded and protected." "Leering and groping is considered bad form and could lead to censure or expulsion." "There are other factors I will not discuss here." "Did you eat?" "Yes, we were fed before we served refreshments." "It was explained to me that my primary duty now is to attend to you." "I will be going back to your room with you later for the rest of our stay." As we were talking, I could her a familiar voice calling to me from across the room. I looked up to see my divorce attorney Matt Alderman wave to call me over. Kneeling naked beside him was his receptionist, Nancy, looking lovelier then ever. "Congratulations Michael, welcome to the Sanctorum." "Is this the one I have been hearing so much about?" She is quite pretty." "Thank you Matt" "I have finally found my place in the world" "And you Nancy, you are looking lovelier then ever." "Thank you Master Michael, but if you will excuse me, I am required to serve refreshments soon." Matt and I found an empty table and sat down; Sarah kneeled down next to me. "Do you still hate your ex wife- Michael?" "I don't really hate her per say." "I was betrayed by her." "She did commit adultery." "On the other hand if it were not for her..."I know what you mean." Matt interrupted. "If it were me, I would have ruined her by now." "Both financially and mentally." "First, she would crawl back begging, then be under my thumb...finally, I would sell the cunt." Matt raised his hand motioning to a pretty blond slave carrying a tray with glasses of champagne. "Thank you, I will take two." He said handing me one. "You look very nice with clothing, Cindy." "Send my regards to your Master." "You are dismissed." "A toast to you Michael, may you acquire many more!" Matt was obviously well into his cups. This would be my opportunity to get some answers. I found out that Grand Masters are not elected, but appointed by a consensus of the fifty. Grand Mistresses serve at the pleasure of the Sanctorum; they may make recommendations, but their number is limited to ten; Grand Masters have the weighted vote. The value of Mistresses lies in their ability to secure women slaves for the Masters. Wealthy, intelligent women such as Grand Mistress Mandy are considered an asset to the Sanctorum as a whole. It was announced at the gathering proper that Grand Mistress Athena would be stepping down due to health reasons. A replacement would have to be chosen by the fifty. Minerva was rumored as a possible replacement; being highly regarded by many of the fifty; especially by her mentor; Grand Mistress Maud. The last piece of information was the most valuable of all; Male slaves did not exist in the world of the Sanctorum. Masters or Grand Masters found guilty of serious offences could be put to death; males played for the highest stakes of all" My meeting with Grand Mistress Maud was not what Minerva expected; I turned down the second offer as well; politely of course. The Grand Mistress was gracious, telling me that the offer was on the table if I were to change my mind. Minerva's anger was barely contained. The only indication of such was in her green eyes; I expected lightning bolts to strike me down from the looks that she gave me. "What's done is done Michael." "It is certainly your right to refuse her offer." "If you do reconsider, I would be willing to give you unlimited access to my girls." "I would keep their incomes of course." "This is your day after all, go back to the ballroom and mingle, I will be with you shortly," she added, kissing my mouth and biting my lip enough to hurt and smiling. I was tempted to swap her ass as she walked away, but thought the better of it. One year had now gone by. Minerva had not achieved her goal to be a Grand Mistress; a Grand Master was installed in that vacancy. Minerva and I had grown apart, no longer spending as much time together. During the previous five months, I took off some time from work, and did some traveling. Sarah and I went to Hawaii for two weeks. I rented a convertible; we spent another month just touring the country, staying in the best hotels, many nights for free; compliments of the Sanctorum. Minerva showed up one evening with dressed to kill. She was wearing a tight black dress and her makeup was impeccable. Minerva's beautiful red hair was curled and pinned up; the way she knew I liked it. "We are both too stubborn for our own good" "I want things to be the way that they were." she said, kissing my mouth. "Let me make things up to you." "I promise that I will make this an evening that you will never forget." I was thinking "My beautiful Minerva, I'm sure it will be an evening neither of us will forget." "Shall we dance first, my marvelous mentor, just the two of us?" "I shall lock Sarah in the library for the evening so as not to disturb us." I replied. We danced, shared a bottle of Giesen Riesling 2006 (New Zealand), and then danced some more. Minerva was quite passive this evening and I did some things I had never done to her in the past while dancing; I patted and squeezed her ass and played with her hair; first taking the hairpins out letting it down and playing with her loose curls as we danced; and she let me, seemingly enjoying the attention. Minerva suggested we go to my bedroom; she wanted to spend the night. Once there she said "There is the matter of oral sex owed to you lover." She said removing her slinky black dress. "Lie on your back and close your eyes; relax I will take care of everything." I did as she requested, anticipating what would come next. "Are the condoms still in your top dresser drawer?" "As always." I answered, on the bed with my eyes closed. "I will get them out for when you will pleasure me." Minerva started by stroking my penis with her hand, then licking the tip. I felt something cold on my neck; I opened my eyes. Minerva had removed my taser from the drawer and pressed against my neck. "Surprise lover!" She said, smiling, depressing the switch, the arc of electricity jumping between the electrodes. "You ungrateful bastard." "You cost me a great deal of money, not to mention my chance to be Grand Mistress." I just lay there not moving. "That should keep you in your place for awhile." "You are a fool Michael, telling me about your hidden control center in the basement." "For a security expert, you are not very secure." "While you and Princess were on vacation, Maud and I made some modifications." "What do you think of that?" She exclaimed, placing the taser on my testicles and again pressing the switch. "Maud is five minutes from here, I am going to pick up my cell phone and call her"................ "She is on the way, Michael." "The offer is still on the table except now the offering price is a dollar." "You are going to take it." "Did I mention we planted bogus evidence showing money in off shore accounts in the Cayman Islands proving you lied to the Sanatorium's auditors." "If you want to remain a Master in good standing, you had better do as you are told, little boy." Leaning forward kissing my mouth, she again zapped me with the taser. Minerva then put the taser on the bed next to me. Turning her back to me, she bent over to pick up her dress. I sat up and slapped her shapely ass, hard, causing her to shriek with surprise and fright. I picked up the taser, a smile on my face "Minerva, Minerva...my beautiful teacher and mentor." "What have you done?" "How....I don't understand........."You mean this." I interrupted, offering her the taser. " But, I tested it myself, just like you showed me Michael; the electricity jumped between the electrodes................................ "Very simple my dear; let me explain." "There is a hidden switch inside this unit that can only be activated by a samarium cobalt magnet of a specific polarity." "This mentioned magnet is contained within this titanium ring that I always wear." I stated, holding up my hand. "Without the ring, the sparks are just for show." "We still broke into your security system..." I laughed and just shook my head. "Every room in this house has multiple fiber optic cameras and microphones." "Everything you have done has been recorded." "The room you know about is not the Master Control; that is elsewhere." "As we speak, there is a live feed over the internet on an encrypted connection to a few concerned Grand Masters." "You have incriminated yourself, as well as Grand Mistress Maud." "What happens now Michael?" "Get dressed and pin up your hair, Maud will be here shortly" "Why pin up my hair?" "Just do it Minerva, that is not a request." Minerva meekly did as she was told. "I am going to allow you your dignity for now; we are still equals." "Go downstairs and let her in, I need to get dressed." "I will meet you two in the kitchen; you know how I like my coffee." After Minerva went downstairs, I turned on my laptop to monitor things from upstairs. As soon as the Grand Mistress was in the house, I disabled all the electronic locks, keeping them from leaving. I also jammed any cell phones from working inside the house. I found them both waiting for me in the kitchen. Maud was calm and collected sipping her coffee; Minerva was sitting next to her with her hands over her face crying. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down facing them. Maud was the first to speak "For goodness sake Minerva, stop crying and try to act like a Mistress for the short time you have left as one." "All the doors leading to the outside are locked and you somehow jammed my telephone reception: by the way thank you for the coffee." "You are welcome Grand Mistress." "Good form Master Michael, I detected no sarcasm in your voice." "None was intended." I replied. " How long until the enforcers arrive?" She asked. "They will be here in approximately ten minutes." "I have disabled the cameras and microphones to this room." "You may speak freely." "We should have been more careful" "Minerva underestimated you and I overestimated her" "Minerva is in love with you Michael; and was too proud to tell you; she is jealous of your slave, Princess." "My love for Minerva and her jealousy towards your Sarah has been our ruin." "You however will come out of this a wealthy man" "I care for her deeply, despite everything that has happened" "Do you understand what I am telling you, Michael?" "I understand perfectly, Maud." The enforcers arrived and escorted Maud and Minerva from the premises. Grand Master Arthur remained to brief me on the upcoming events. "The Tribunal of 13 will take place in 3 days" "Mistress Minerva and Grand Mistress Maud will be defending themselves." "I have known Maud for over forty years" "Her financial savvy has greatly increased the Sanctorum's coffers during that time" "You will of course will testify against them for their crime against you" "If they are found guilty, and they will be found guilty, they will be stripped of their titles and made slaves." "It is your right to claim 20% of their net worth; the rest will go to the Sanctorum" "In Maud's case, you are looking at close to six million dollars" "I would ask you a favor" "Lay no claim on Maud's person" "Allow her to be a community slave of the Sanctorum" "Maud still can still be of some service to us because of her financial savvy; The 50 will remember your generosity." Minerva and Maud were found guilty as Grand Master Arthur predicted. Minerva became my property, per the prior stipulations of her Mistress's contract. Katherine and Mandy's contracts were transferred to me; I would now receive their incomes. I am a wealthy enough Master to now afford four lovely slaves, and because of this, my standing in the Sanctorum grew immensely. I received multiple offers to purchase Minerva: I turned them all down; I had plans for her. I will close down her dance studio; the beauty salon shall remain opened. Katherine may continue on with her profession and both she and Mandy will now live with me. After all, I have eight bedrooms, plenty of room for all of us. Minerva finally got her pole; she is bound to it in the basement. In 5 minutes she will have been standing for 24 hours. I expect to problems from her; Minerva is a broken, disgraced women. Unfortunately, I will have to make an example of her. Like Maud, despite everything that has happened, I do care for her. Minerva will make a marvelous slave....................... "It is time, Michael." Katherine informed me, we are ready. We went down to the basement to prepare Minerva for her new life. Taking her face in my hands "I am going to take out your ball gag" "You do not have permission to speak" "You will listen, slave Minnie; once known as Mistress Minerva." "You will have to earn the privilege to serve me." "You will be the servant of my three girls standing before you." "Slaves though they may be, their loyalty to me is absolute" "You will be their servant, a slave to slaves." "And now for your collar Minnie" "Although only a prototype, it will do the job." I said locking it into place. "You are confined to this house." "You will not be allowed outside." "This collar will prevent it." "The electrical shock will will render you unconscious if you attempt to disobey." "I will have your permanent collar completed it a few weeks" "It will be smaller and prettier, but just as effective; it will also be waterproof." "My girls have decided that you need a haircut" "It is unseeingly that a slave's servant have longer hair then theirs." "But first, there is the issue of oral sex owed." I released her from the pole and made her kneel before me. Mandy brought me her scissors. I cut her beautiful long hair level with the nape of her neck as she went down on me, as the girls watched. Katherine ordered her to sweep up her hair, and throw it in the trash. Minnie's haircut was not over: Mandy would do the honors and finish it. But first Princess ordered her to the slop sink and ordered her to wash her body and shampoo her hair; cold water only. The first cut was a chin length blunt bob, that when blow-dried and brushed out was quite attractive on her. "Is her hair short enough Michael?" "I want it as short as yours Mandy." "When your hair is shoulder length again, you may allow her to grow it out again." "By then, she may be worthy to serve me." "We will see." Mandy gave Minnie her final haircut, a short pixie cut with bangs. We left Minerva crying on the floor, tied to her pole Read Moreras]-->
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Rape With Love 2
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Vanessa Brighton had immediately become a star on the guys website. It picked up 600 hits as soon as it was up, and now, the guys had about 50 subscribers. "This is awesome! I can't believe how many people are actually getting into this." Frank exclaimed.
"Yeah, I guess so." Tony said sullenly. The guys could sense his reaction, he was a little dissappointed about the way it went with Vanessa. She was a great girl, and he seriously hoped that she wasn't terribly infuriated with them.
"So..." Jesse stated after a long moment of silence, "Do you think we can do it again?" the entire room fell silent in a way, but the smirks on the guys faces told it all. Despite how Tony felt ab
"So, who's it gonna be?" Mitch asked.
"You know who I really wanna get?" Frank stated.
"Who?"
"Marissa George." Frank stated.
"Dude, why?" Tony asked a little taken aback. Marissa George was nowhere near the hottest girl in school, and the guys were a little nervous that she might tell on them since they weren't sure of how she would react at all.
"She's hot, dude" Frank said attempting to convince them.
"No, she's not." Jesse said, matter-of-factly.
"Dude, she's what 5'7, light green eyes, hidden behind glasses. She's Caucasian, with dirty blonde hair, and if you really look close enough she does have a nice rack. She's not terribly ugly, but she's not drop dead cute." Frank explained.
"Ok, so, Marissa George, it is then." Tony finalized. The guys looked back at the computer screen, and watched the violation of Vanessa Brighton one more time. Then, put images in their brain about the next conquest.
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Second Conquest: Marissa George
It was summer, but the difference between Marissa and Vanessa is that Marissa was more anti-social than everybody, and probably wouldn't want to be out hanging with friends or anything like Vanessa was. So finding her would probably be the hard part, but as Tony, Jesse, Frank and Mitch rode around in their spacious SUV, they spotted a bit of good luck as they came across the Public Library, and coming out the door, with books in hand, was Marissa George. On the front steps however was a group of teens, who particularly weren't a fan of education. Needless to say, they were ruffians, looking for a good shrew to pick on, and Marissa happened to be the prey. It was about three of them, and they encircled around her, taunting her, and teasing her about her glasses, her books, and pesturing her to give them some of herself in a not-so nice way. Frank headed out the car in a fury, and ran towards her rescue, "Hey, why don't you jerk-offs back off?" he said forcefully enough to get them to take their eyes off Marissa. They gave him scolding looks, and Marissa ran past. Frank followed behind her, "Hey, you okay?"
Marissa turned to face him, her eyes glistened with light green empathy, "Yes, thank you. That was very brave." she commented.
Frank smirked a little, "No problem." Marissa started to walk away, "Hey, um, it's Marissa right?" he asked even though he knew full well.
"Yes, and you are?" Marissa asked, as her hair flipped over and wafted across her face.
"Frank." They shook hands, "Hey look, um, I'm not doing anything right now, if you're not too busy would you like to join me at a bookstore and a cup of joe?" he asked politely.
Marissa slightly drifted her hair away from her face, and curved it behind her, gave her prettiest smile and said, "Sure". They walked casually towards the SUV. The other three guys had ducked behind in the back seat where Marissa couldn't see them, not as if she was looking, her eyes had been focused on Frank the entire time. They entered into the SUV and pulled off. Frank took a shortcut through a nearby alley and stopped the car. "What's wrong?" Marissa asked nervously, "Is the car alright." Frank paused and in seconds, Tony, Jesse and Mitch reached up, and pulled Marissa into the backseat. She struggled, and screamed, but to no avail. The guys had 6 muscular arms holding her down, and stripping her clothes. Marissa wasn't one to show off her body, so she dressed awkwardly. She wore a black turtle neck sweater even though it was summertime, and a pair of denim jean suspenders. The guys struggled to get her clothes off while she fought and kicked profusely. The rules were that they never hit the girls. No matter how much they fought, they never hit them because that could cause more trouble than they intended, so they let her scream, kick, and punch, but merely only continued to undress her. Frank joined in, and got her shoes, and socks off, then finally, they removed the suspenders, and yanked them off, revealing a pair of all-white cotton panties. Marissa continued to struggle, even though it proved to be senseless at this point. Jesse and Tony removed her sweater, and unhooked her all-white bra, revealing a set of bouncy 34-C tits. As the guys looked over Marissa's body, they understood now why Frank wanted this conquest, she has a marvelous body, but in the clothes she wears its incredibly difficult to tell. Frank removed her panties from her rounded hips, and dove his face into her clit. It was well-shaven, and had full lips around it. He was in heaven as he sniffed her sweaty muff, and didn't waste time lapping up her juices. Tony and Jesse had each taken a tit to their mouth and began to suck while Mitch started the taping. Marissa George was laid out in the back of the van, completely naked while three guys enjoyed her well-kept body. Finally Jesse stood up, and began to remove his shorts, and out came an 8 inch cock, he brought it to the lips of Marissa, she turned her head away from it, but Jesse grabbed her face by the chin, and forced her mouth open onto his hard cock. He stuffed his cock inside, and held her nose, so she'd suck. It was a heavenly blowjob. After a while, he didn't have to force her mouth, she had succumb to violations she was enduring and sucked Jesse's cock to his satisfaction. Meanwhile, Frank was enjoying the taste of Marissa more than anything. Her juices were sweet, and inviting like nectar. As he licked and sucked and bit, Marissa, unbeknowst to herself began to grind her hips to his face as he tasted her, and before she knew it, she was bucking at his tongue, and her body responded in delight as she began to gush her womanly semen into Frank's mouth, and he eagerly enjoyed the taste, swallowing every drop of fine tasting rape cum. He lifted himself up, and undressed. Marissa finally got a glimpse at the boy who had become her rescurer and was now her rapist, undressing and she saw the stiffness of his raging 8 inch cock, as it aimed for her precious center. Frank eased his cock in without any resistance, and the warmth of Marissa's pussy seemingly welcomed him. It was soft, and wet and smooth. Frank began to pant as he released a number of thrusts into her pussy. Jesse had taken all he could and began to explode down Marissa's throat with his cum. His legs began to buckle beneath him as all his semen rushed from his cock and into her throat. He removed his dick from her mouth and sat down, a tad exhausted. Marissa swallowed the cum against her better judgement, and laid there as Frank continued his ravashing. Frank had lifted her legs over his shoulders, and pounded into her wet snatch with his hard dick, and did not let up. Her pussy was so good, it was almost as if he making love instead of raping her. Frank licked her feet and legs as he continued to pound inside of his conquest. Then leaning down, and sucking on her bouncy tits in earnest. Marissa began to moan, probably against her will, but it would be foolish to deny now that her ravisher was indeed giving her pleasure even if she didn't want it. Frank began taunting her, "Aww, yeah bitch. Pussy's good, you shouldn't hide it, everybody should get a piece." he said as he laid down on top her bringing his lips and tongue to her neck and teasing her with it. Marissa cringed at the notion, forced her eyes shut, and just accepted it. The guys were cheering Frank on, as he pounded into Marissa.
"Yeah man, fuck her! Rape that pussy!" Mitch shouted from behind the camera.
"Yeah! Rape her! Rape her! Rape her!" Jesse chanted.
Frank smiled at his friends, as he started going faster and harder into Marissa. Marissa began to let out grunts and moans. "Yeah, she likes it!" Tony jeered.
Marissa cringed again, and forced her eyes open, they began to water inside a little, "You guys are fucking assholes!!!" she screamed. Not realizing that they had let her go, she raised a hand to Frank's face, and slapped him fiercely. The guys went to restrain her, but Frank, never losing his hardon, hurried them off of her. Marissa continued to wail, throwing wild punches that tagged Frank in the face and chest, but not enough to deter him off of her.
"You know you fucking like it." he taunted her as he near her ear.
"Yeah I like it." Marissa started. Her face had turned cold, no longer smiling or crying, or nervous. She was stone-faced, looked Frank dead in the eyes and repeated, "Yeah, I like it. I like it a lot." Her words only excited Frank as he pounded her harder and faster, making her moan and groan slightly with each thrust. "C'mon, fuck me like a man, you bastard." Frank was enjoying this far more than he thought he would, grabbed Marissa by the throat and fucked her harder than he ever had. She began to scream, "Oh yes! yes! You fucking bastard! You fucking rapist! I hate you!" she screamed, and several hard and deeply satisfying thrusts later, Frank exploded his massive organ's load deep inside the vaginal hole of Marissa George bringing down her own orgasm although unwillingly. Frank's body curled and he fell down on top of Marissa as the last few moments of his orgasm spurt out inside her. Frank let up off of Marissa, and pulled his cock out of her pussy as some of his sperm leaked out as well. Frank looked on at the face of Marissa, that same stone glare was plastered in her eyes. She leaned up, found her clothes and immediately got dressed. She grabbed her books and exited the SUV.
Moments later, Frank dressed, and followed after her, "Marissa wait." she turned around but that stone glare on her face, wasn't going anywhere. "I do apologize." Believe it or not, he was sincere, even though it was his intention to rape her, he actually did want her to know that if she were hurt or upset by it, which more than likely, she was, then he was sorry.
Marissa's face contorted angrily, "I hate you." she stated coldly, "It's not the first time I've been raped, Frank." she said, "But it does get a little old." Frank bowed his head, and took her hand, he placed a piece of paper into it, and walked away. Marissa opened her hand and looked at the paper, a check. Written in ink, with her name on it, for $4500. She clenched it, and smiled a little, then walked off with check, and despite it all, some sort of pride left in her.
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"I’ll take her home." It was Hank. He was speaking to his mom. I was the babysitter and he was going to drive me home. My mouth went dry.
Hank was going to take me home?
Hank’s car smelled like cigarettes. I cracked the window. I didn’t trust him. I needed to breathe.
"You smoke?" He extended the pack.
"No, thanks."
"You know, your not half bad-looking."
I pulled away from him, sitting as close as I could to the car door. Was that supposed to be a compliment? Just get me home, I thought. Just get me home!
I lived about twenty minutes across town. Hank drove a few minutes and stopped at a convenience store. "I have to grab a pack of smokes."
"Okay."
He
But how could I say that? How could I think that? Hank asked me if I wanted to fuck. That didn’t really make him a pervert, did it? Especially when I really did want to fuck and he could probably sense that. So how could I embarrass him in front of a shopkeeper by saying such a crazy allegation? How to explain away the sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. It was probably just guilt anyway. Guilt from feeling like I had molested and ruined a young boy. Oh but a boy with a man-cock who was dying to have me suck it again.
Hank came back to the car and we pulled out of the parking lot.
Then he took a wrong turn.
"Oh. I live that way." I said, trying to convince myself he was just making a mistake.
He kept driving. He was going the wrong way! The car smelled too much like cigarettes. I thought I was going to be sick.
I tried again. "Hank, I live back that other way. On East 76 th ."
He ignored me. He turned and was driving me down a narrow lane that wound back into the blackberry bushes.
"Where are you taking me?"
"I asked you. You want to fuck?"
"I said no."
"That was because you thought my parents were coming home. You didn’t want to get interrupted. But I can see it in you. You want me to throw you back there in the seat and fuck your intellectual brains out." He sneered. "Look at you." He gestured towards my backpack. "You have an algebra book in there, don’t you?"
I didn’t know what that had to do with anything.
"So what are you going to do?" My voice was strained. My hands were clammy. I didn’t want him to hurt me. I wanted to go home!
My old boyfriend never fucked me. The few times we were together, we messed around. We always made love. I looked around. He had me on some back road. I didn’t even know where the hell I was.
Should I jump out of the car and run for it?
Then he stopped the car. "You did it, didn’t you?" he turned to me, real mean.
"What?"
"You fucked Bobby."
"No I didn’t."
"You must have. How do you have an innocent kid go in one day from getting a boner in the tub to trying to force that boner down my mother’s face?"
"No I didn’t."
He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and straightened it. It was Bobby’s drawing. Of the phallus, and the mouth.
"Then why is it that all he wants to do is to draw stiff cocks and while he does it he says Dido, Dido, Dido. I know you did it."
I swallowed. I could imagine how it looked. "It wasn’t like that."
He laughed. I could smell the beer on his breath. "Oh but it was something like that. How do you fuck a retard?"
I was shocked that he would call his brother retarded. "I didn’t screw him. I didn’t."
He leaned into me and he kissed my mouth, roughly, sticking a stinking tongue into my mouth. "Oh but you wanted it, didn’t you, Bitch."
I started to grab the door handle. Maybe I could run for it.
"Don’t you dare!" He slammed his fist down on my fingers.
I yelped. Hank leaned over me and used his weight to shove me against the vinyl seat. He yanked my legs apart and grabbed my crotch like he was picking up a bowling ball. He was hurting me!
"Okay," I whimpered. "What do you want?"
He leered. "What I want is a piece of that smart ass of yours. I’m going to give you the fucking of your life. And fuck you for messing with my kid brother. Fuck you."
He struggled to pull my pants off me, and when he couldn’t get the buttons opened, he started yanking on the buttons so they gouged into me. My pants were too tight and he was probably going to have to tear them off. Then what? I felt helpless. What the hell should I do? I didn’t want to help him rape me. If I helped him, he could use it against me. But I didn’t want to resist and have him beat the crap out of me either.
What I wanted to do was to negotiate.
Shit. "Okay, Hank," I said, "let’s be reasonable. You don’t want to rape me and have me prosecute. I don’t want you to grope at me and throw me around. What if I just take my clothes off and you stick it in and do your thing....and we call it a night."
"Shut up, you bitch!" He slapped my face.
He was not going to beat the shit out of me! I grabbed the denim and wiggled out of my pants. What an asshole. What a fucking asshole.
Then he pulled down his zipper. "My bro isn’t the only one with a big pecker." He was right. It sprang out. It was just as big and just as purple and just as throbbing. Only this one was attached to a bastard.
He grabbed between my legs. I felt like a chunk of meat. Like an object. "I knew you were slimy wet, you whore," he said, feeling how wet seeing Bobby made my pussy. "You want this thing. I know you do."
I didn’t want his thing right there in the front seat with the handle on the door digging in my back and my butt sticking to the vinyl! But I was too frightened to say anything. If you’re going to do it, asshole, get ‘er done.
I was shaking. He struggled with his own pants, trying to open the zipper enough so it wouldn’t rake against him.
"Shit, shit shit" he said, trying to direct his thing inside my hole. It kept jabbing, but I was pretty small, and he was pretty big, and it wasn’t even lined up.
If I helped him put it in, would it be aiding and abetting a rape?
It was easier to just lie here and go along with it.
He slid in and I was so wet and Oh it felt delicious. I wanted to sigh against him. It had been so long. I wanted to cry out when he thrust it into me and catch his ass in my hands and push him inside me as deep as it would go. But no. He was taking me against my will. I said no. He was trying to punish me for violating Bobby. Or so he said. I had a feeling he’d about fuck anything that’d let him.
And he ground against me, his hard dick reaching deep, deep, deep inside. It clipped against my cervix, and I moaned, it was so sensitive.
"You like that, doncha Bitch?"
I didn’t want to struggle. I didn’t want to like it. I couldn’t help but moan. Oh oh oh, sweet Jesus, that felt so, so good. I was so wet, and he was slipping in and out. He was way bigger than my boyfriend last year. I opened my legs a little wider and shifted so that he wasn’t up against the steering wheel quite so much. Was I sick to help him? Wasn’t this supposed to be awful? How come I wanted to make it easier, to make it feel better?
"Shit." I gasped. "The handle is hitting me right in the small of my back. Fuck, but that feels good right there."
Then I froze. I didn’t mean to say that. He ground away on top of me, grunting. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. My back was jammed against the door. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Okay, okay already. I give." I gasped. "Let’s get comfortable for Christ’s sake."
Hank didn’t need to be told twice. He rolled over the back of the driver’s seat into the back and helped me get over. He pulled his pants all the way off, his dick sprang up and bumped into his belly. I straddled him.
On top of him, it went in deep, real deep, and I started calling out. I couldn’t help it. I arched my back and sank down on him. I pitched back and forth and he started groaning. My old boyfriend had never made sounds like that! Oh he was getting off and I was doing it to him. Oh what a feeling!
He gripped his hands on my ass and forced me down on it. He was rocking my world. "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Every stroke seemed to tweak against a new spot. Amazing. My voice climbed in octaves as he clutched my ass cheeks and ground into the depths of my cunt. I didn’t know it could feel this way.
And the feeling kept growing and building. I thought of last night and the desperate way I’d tried to get at this with the inadequate end of my hair brush! Oh god, this was what women were designed to do! I grabbed his back and gasped. I clutched at him with the muscles at the opening of my pussy and I heard him gasp. "I’m going to cum!" he shouted. "Get off! Get off!" He pushed me to the side and stood with his dick twitching, and he started jacking it. Right in my face.
"What?" I said, annoyed, I could still feel the pulse between my thighs and I reached down to stroke it. He shoved his dick close to my mouth and squirted. Beads of white seemed to be shooting everywhere. I clamped my lips together. Son of a bitch!
"What the hell are you doing?" I’ve been slimed!
"Shit, shit, shit" he said, expelling his jizz. "You have some tight pussy. Oh my god, that’s a tight pussy."
When Hank laughed with the thrill of his orgasm, he sounded tender. Like Bobby. Maybe he wasn’t that much of a bastard. His penis pulsed and he squeezed out the last few drops, like milk coming out of a teat. He handed me Kleenex.
"Why’d you do that on my face??" I said, later, while we were pulling ourselves back together.
"I didn’t figure you were on birth control..."
He was right. I guess I could forgive him.
My pussy was throbbing. I put on my pants and covered it up, but I could feel where he had opened me. I wanted to run downhill, arms outstretched, calling "I’m a woman! I’m a woman! I get it now!"
I smiled, grateful it was dark. I didn’t really want Hank to know he’d pleased me so much. I didn’t want him to know this was all so new to me and I’d really liked it. I got back into the front seat and pulled the seatbelt around me, holding that good feeling close.
"Wanna grab a burger? I don’t know about you, but after that, I’m starving."
I smiled. "Then will you take me home?"
I reached down and took it in my hand. It was big and it sprang against my fingers, but I didn’t want to play with it like I had wanted to play with Bobby’s. Hank wasn’t a nice person. I aimed it towards my vagina. "There." I said. Was that too much help? Why would I help him? What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I fight him, jump out of the car and try hiding in the bushes? Because that’s a fucking blackberry bramble out there, Diane, and if I jumped into that briar, and he jumped out after me, I’d be torn to shreds.I didn’t want that. I didn’t want that at all. But how could I complain? I couldn’t imagine myself standing there, saying "oh but no thank you. This son of yours is a perv. He just spied on me because he thought I was the type to suck his mentally handicapped brother off, then when I didn’t, he wanted to throw me down and do me." Words would not suffice. Nervously, I grabbed my backpack. It was heavy with my math book, but I forgot to do my assignment.Share Story
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I remember when it all started. When I witnessed something no 13-year-old child should witness. I saw my father raping my sister. She was 15, and had a very attractive frame. She could draw men to her like flies with her sensual curves, and long jet black hair. She had breasts, dark, perky, and luscious. We all believed she was far too developed for her age, and apparently, our father figured he'd be the one to force her into womanhood, whether she was ready for it or not. It was 11PM that night, when I heard loud moans coming from my sister's room. I pulled away from my bed covers, and went towards her room. Her room was directly next to mine. I walked quietly to her room, and saw that her door was slightly ajar. I inched it further, and saw her stark naked on the bed wi
"I'm gonna kill you" I whispered hatefully.
"Whatchu gonna do boy?" the rugged voice of my 39 year old father rattled my bones, but I didn't let it chill me. I was going to keep true to my word. He kept a gun in his pants drawer. I had seen it there once before when I was browsing through there once. I also knew that he kept it loaded. I ran off in that direction, and he must've sensed what I had in mind cause he ran after me. I got into his room and his drawer before he could get there. By the time he entered the room, I had the gun targeted at him. "Gimme that gun boy, before you hurt yourself. You don't want anybody to get hurt, do ya?" he asked with a hint of fear and power in his voice.
I held the gun in my fingers trembling, small tears running down my face, but I refused to let it go. My fingers were pressed against the trigger, and was more than ready to shoot. "I'm gonna kill you." I said softly inbetween sobs.
"What you saw was just your sister and I having fun...no harm done. We were just...playing" He explained defensively inching towards me hoping I'd drop the gun.
"I'm gonna kill you." I repeated softly, not backing down, but finding it harder to pull the trigger.
"No you're not. I'm your father boy! Put the damn gun down!" He shouted. I hadn't even noticed that the man that bored before me was naked. Semi-erect penis still dripping my sister's juices, he stood at 6ft with a muscular build. The only thing that might hurt him is a bullet. I may have been young, but I wasn't stupid. I knew what he had done had killed my sister. She'd never be the same again. She'd be hurt and betrayed. I couldn't let that go. I couldn't have that feeling in her or me. No...I had to make him pay. I also hadn't realized that he had gotten right in front of me. The barrel of the gun still quaking in my young grip faced his torso. He stood in front of me, hoping I would buckle down, and fall under his stance. I'm not that kind of kid. I leaned my head up, and found his soulless brown eyes...and put a bullet in his sternum. He fell back, holding his torso as the blood trickled through his fingers. "How could you? You're own father?" his whimpered as his body fell to the ground.
I leaned over him, gun still in hand, eyes still locked on his, "You're not my fucking father. You're a rapist." And with that, I put two more bullets in his body. One in his chest, the other..in his head.
Yeah...that's when it started.
After that, my sister and I became orphans. Our mother had died of cancer last year, and our dad suffered internal bleeding from three bullet wounds. The police believe it was a robber. My sister and I staged that well. We were turned over to our Aunt in the next county where my sis and I were very close, and I never let anyone come near her. We grew up with my aunt and tried to leave the past behind us. However, I would have horrible nightmares about the incident, and how nuch I wish I could do it again. Suddenly, it became an addiction. I felt that anyone who did that: Steal a piece of someone's humanity deserved to die. And I wanted to kill them. Well, I got my chance again.
I went to school with a girl named Scottie Sharpe, she was 17, Caucasian and had a busty figure. She had a huge rack of 42C tits and a thick figure to match. I decided to talk to her, and before I knew it we had become fast friends. She wouldn't let me touch her though. Despite her rapidly increased figure, she was more than timid about our physical contact. I can understand though, it wasn't like we were dating, we were just friends, but I found it hard to be friends with her whenever she'd do or say or even wear something that drew attention to my lust. Finally, she decided to tell me about her apprehension towards me. "Kevin, I really like you, but I can't do that. I'm just too scared."
"Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna rush you or anything." No matter how bad I wanted it, I wasn't going to force her into it. That's just not the type of guy that I am.
"Can I tell you something?" she asked.
"Sure."
"Promise you won't get mad."
"Uhhh...sure." I said apprehensively. Scottie took in a deep breath as she started.
"Ok...a while ago, maybe about a month ago...I was...I was uhh..." she trailed off.
"Yeah, Scottie?" I said trying to urge her on. I could see the limpness grow in her voice.
"I was...raped." she finished. My anger rose immediately.
"What?"
"I was raped." She repeated.
"Did you call the police?" I asked.
"That's it. It was a police officer who raped me." she said.
I couldn't speak. I was too angry. I just looked at her with the heat in my eyes, wanting to know why. She offered to explain. "I was walking home one day when a single cop police car stopped me. He asked if I was walking towards Lanier street. When I said yes, he told me that it had been blocked off due to a gang fight, and he didn't want me to be caught near it. I thought that was decent of him, so he offered to drive me home. I accepted and got into his car. He took the back way to Lanier street which went through the side streets and back alleys. In one of the far off ones, he decided to stop the car. I asked what he was doing, and he said that I was too pretty of a girl, and he had to have me. I told him no. I wasn't that type of girl, but he didn't care. He was ogling my breasts and licking his lips. He put his hand on my leg, and I tried to squirm away. I got to the door, and tried to open it, but he grabbed me by my throat, and pulled me back in. He brung me back into the backseat, and tried to remove my clothes. I screamed and struggled, punched and kicked to get free, but he collapsed his weight on top of me."
"What did he look like?" I interrupted.
"He was about 6 ft 2 in, 255 lbs, real muscular fit. Caucasian, and had a trim black beard. He laid on top of me, and ripped my shirt open. He said your tits are fit for a man, not a boy. He sucked on them, caressing them. I could feel his hard-on bulging in his pants. He slipped his hand inside my shorts and into my panties, and started fingering my clit. I begged, and pleaded for him to stop, but it was hopeless. He pulled my shorts down, and took out his nightstick. He said, it's either this or the real one, you decide. Truth be told, I would've been happier with the nightstick, at least I'd know he wouldn't be inside of me, but even he wanted something more. He wouldn't be satisfied unless he penetrated me. He tugged down on his pants, and out flopped this massive ten-inch prick. He said don't be upset, you're going to love this. And then he laid down on top of me, and entered into my pussy. I'm not going to lie. I wasn't a virgin before this, but I still didn't want him to be inside me. He thrusted in and out of me slowly, then faster, then harder until I screamed with him. He said, I bet you love it when a guy cums inside you. I was so frozen with disgust that I could barely make out what he said. He continued to fuck me like a little bitch. A whore that needed to have his cock pumping inside of her. He picked me up, and forced me to ride him. He guided my hips onto his dick as he fucked me some more. Draining every ounce of living out of me Oh, your pussy is the best, he screamed, as he jolted a high volume of semen into my cunt. My body now limp, and fragile. I passed out from exhaustion. When I woke up, I was at home with no memory of how I'd gotten there or if anyone even knew what had happened to me."
"What was his name? Do you remember?" I asked still with a great amount of fury in my voice.
"Officer Caniston" she answered.
"Ok...I'll be right back."
To Be Continued....
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