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She grunted hard
through her sobs as he drove his cock brutally into her bowels, spearing her
ass in a single thrust. Her whole body shook from her abuse, her hips
bruised against the one-foot high bar she was bent over, her knees spread wide,
her face pressed hard into the mat as he leaned heavily on her head, his hands
tangled in her hair.
When she had
arrived that night, he had rushed her, slapping her hard across the face, his
hand grabbing her hair, dragging her to the couch, throwing her down. The
violence had sent her heart racing, her cunt juicing, goose-pimples rising on
her smooth young flesh. She gasped as he mounted her, brutally yanking
her arms behind her back, his strength overpowering. Her breathing
quickened when she felt the sleeve bind her arms, her shoulders aching with the
strain.
His weight on her
back had been oppressive and exciting as he lifted her skirt and started
beating her ass with a modified paddle, her ass turning to fire and her throat
becoming raw as she screamed as he beat her until his arm tired and her
teenaged ass was a reddened mass of flesh. When he had finished, he tore
off her skirt and a knife took care of her top as she panted and gasped in
pain, her body trying to adjust.
Grabbing her
hair, he had dragged her bodily across his floor into the garage, her legs
kicking wildly, her lust a burning cauldron underneath her pain, feeding on his
abuse. He had left her lying on a mat in his garage, her mind spinning at
the suddenness, the brutality of his attack. Her need rose up in her, a
dark craving for pain and humiliation and abuse, and she clenched her thighs
together, the agony in her beaten ass driving her lust higher, her thighs slick
with her juices.
He had come back
with a small bucket wearing latex gloves and straddled her stomach, looking
down into the face of a twisted, broken, lusting angel, her brown eyes filled
with need, begging him for more. He dipped into the bucket, coating his
fingers in oil, and then rubbed it all over her breasts, thrilling to the way
her eyes widened and she began to moan and keen in pain as the chili-oil began
to take effect, burning her sensitive nipples, turning the creamy white flesh
on her breasts an ugly red.
He had turned,
his weight keeping her thrashing body pinned beneath him, and, dipping his
fingers back into the bucket, began rubbing the oil around the outside of her
cunt, matting the sparse pubic hairs, torturing the sensitive flesh of her
labia, making sure to rub it hard into her clit. He had stood, watching
her as she moaned and thrashed on the floor, her body writhing in agony, tears
filling her eyes, her legs scissoring as she tried to relieve the burning in
her cunt; she had flipped over, rubbing her tortured breasts against the
mat. She was such a gorgeous sight, her slender, thirteen-year-old body
bound and tortured.
The pain had been
unbearable; she barely noticed when he dragged her over to the bar, her hips
pressed against the bar, her knees on the mat, spread wide, her ass and cunt
open for more abuse. She barely noticed something thin and cold sliding
into her cunt from behind until she felt liquid fill her, and she sobbed and
cried out as her insides turned to fire. His cock breaking her ass, his
hands holding his weight on her head fogged her mind with pain even more.
The agony was
unrelenting; her cunt throbbed, her clit burned, her tits were on fire; her
body was rocked by his brutal thrusting; her mind consumed with pain, and
underneath, a dark, twisted, perverted part of her gloried in the abuse, craved
it, needed it. Slowly through her fog she heard his voice, commanding,
adding to her humiliation.
"Say
it! Say 'I'm a rape-toy'."
"I'm uhh a
rape uhh toy," she repeated between her moaning and grunting, the burning
in her cunt and clit and tits seeming to spread throughout her body.
"I'm a thing
to be used..."
"I'm athing
uhh aggg tobeused..."
"and
abused..."
"Ahhhh uhhgg
andabused..."
"for the
pleasure of others."
"forthepleasure
uhh ofothers." She seemed to be on another plane, the agony
narrowing, becoming sharper, the words spilling from her as fast as she could
say them, the words seeming to drive spikes into her mind.
"I'm a
fuck-pig..."
"Uhhgg I'ma
ahh fuck-pig..."
"An animal
born to be fucked."
"Ananimal
uhhg ahhhgg born uhh tobefucked."
"I'm a
cum-dump..."
"I'm ahh a
cum-dump..."
"I'm three
holes..."
"Ahhgg
I'mthreeholes uhh..."
"to be
filled..."
"tobe
aahhhgg filled..."
"with men's
cum."
"withmen'scum
aahhhhhggg."
"I'm a
pain-slut."
"Ahh
I'mapain uhh slut."
"Hurt
me."
"Uhh
hurtme."
"Beat
me."
"Ahhh
beatmen uhhgg."
"Rape
me."
"Rapeme."
"Use
me."
"Ahhhggg
Useme." Her whole body shuddered, her stomach churning, the burning
in her body flaring, a bizarre pressure building in the base of her skull.
"Say
it!" he commanded, and, through the fog of her agony and lust she knew
what he wanted.
"I'marapetoyafuckpigapainslutafuckpigacumdumpusemehurtmerapemeI'mafuckholearapepigusemehurtmebeatmefuckpigrapetoypainslutfuckslutpigrape,"
she repeated over and over and over, grunting her out between her sobs and
cries as he rode her ass brutally, spiking his cock deep into her bowels,
slapping her tortured ass, making her scream even as the words burned
themselves in her mind, like glowing spikes pinning her, driving into the flesh
of her consciousness, possessing her, owning her.
It was too
much. Something seemed to break inside her, and the burning, agonizing
torture ravaging her body shifted, merged with something else, something dark
and twisted and deep inside her, joining together in an unbearable pressure, an
unbearable pleasure and she screamed out as her body went rigid, her thighs and
stomach shaking, her cunt spasming, her ass clenching, her fingers and toes
curling, her mind cleared of everything except the ecstasy overwhelming her as
the pressure broke, her orgasm flooding her, her sobs turning to weeping as the
pleasure slowly drained from her body, leaving her spent.
He had come when
her ass had clamped down on him, her body spasming in orgasm, her scream
sending a chill of lust and power surging to his groin, making him lose control
as he filled her with his cum.
He had her wash
him and suck him to another orgasm, her young body still burning from the oil;
he made her masturbate herself while she swallowed his cock, dragging another
orgasm from her spent, abused, teenaged body, all the while the words he had
made her say running through her mind, imprinted there.
"Fuck-pig.
Rape-toy. Pain-slut. Cum-dump. Use me. Beat me.
Hurt me. Rape me."
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I was humiliated,
mortified, and incredibly turned on. I had just come at the hands of an
unknown stranger in front of my master, and a woman at that. She had
agreed to train me. I could barely wrap my head around it. It was
crazy.
"Let's let
our little slut see her mistress," she said, her voice sending a shiver
through my body as she removed my blindfold. I blinked at the bright lights,
my eyes slowly adjusting, my gaze coming to rest on my new mistress--the idea
making me shudder in lust.
She was Asian,
about 5'5", with a perfect figure. She was wearing a black miniskirt
with black boots and a black bustier, her long black hair accenting her
outfit. Dark red lipstick emphasized her lips, and her eyes were
highlighted by expertly applied eye-shadow. She was gorgeous; she was
sexy; she looked just like that actress, Kelly Hu; I was jealous and excited
and frightened.
Her hand snaked
around my back, sliding down my skirt, hot against my ass, as she pulled me
against her body, tilting her head down to look into me eyes. Her lips
parted, and her hand on the back of my head guided my lips to hers. The
kiss was soft, demanding, patient, insistent; it sent chills down my spine as I
responded submissively, letting her have her way. She pulled away,
holding my gaze.
"Not bad,
but we'll have to work on teaching you how a woman likes to be kissed."
She smiled, and
walked over to a bag she had brought and pulled out a belt. It was a
standard leather belt, but with metallic loops on the outside, all the way
around. She came back and cinched it just above my skirt. My waist,
already pulled tight by the bondage, was restricted even more, my breathing
coming even shorter. When she finished she undid my bondage and I fell
gratefully to my knees, the ache in my shoulders and arms slowly
dissipating. Two kneepads landed in front of me.
"Put those
on. I like my sluts on their knees, and I don't want to mark you up too
badly."
I looked at her,
and at my master, watching us with interest and lust in his eyes, and slid my
legs out in front of me to put the pads on. I could feel her eyes on me,
making me hot, as I slid the pads up my legs to cover my knees, my small skirt
only seeming to accentuate my nudity, falling gently between my thighs, barely
covering my swampy cunt. When I was finished I saw her reach into her bag
again and pull out two of the largest vibrators I had ever seen.
I must have
gasped, because her head snapped around and she smiled at me, a predatory smile
filled with lust and promise. She walked over to me and dropped them
between my legs.
"One for
your cunt, one for your ass. Put them in. Oh, and leave the
skirt--I think it looks sexy."
Humiliation
burned through my, my face turning red. I looked at her as I took the
larger vibrator, the molded plastic cold in my hands. It must have been
twelve inches long, and really, really thick. I swallowed and leaned
back, my legs falling open, my knees pulling back to my chest as I opened
myself to be penetrated.
I placed the
vibrator against my cunt, humiliation flooding me as I began to push it into
myself, whimpering in pain at being stretched so much, humiliated at doing this
in front of a woman whose name I didn't even know. I was so wet that it
slid in easily; my breathing was now panting, my excitement growing as I
penetrated myself until I felt it stop, and I couldn't push it in any further,
leaving a good four inches of the monster cock outside my hole.
"Keep going,
slut," my mistress commanded.
I pressed, and
whimpered, and pressed some more, but the pain flashing through me every time I
pressed dissuaded me.
"Move your
hands, you dumb cunt," my mistress barked. "Hold your knees
back. Good, like that."
I was on my back,
my knees on either side of my breasts, a huge dildo over half-way buried in my
cunt, my body totally exposed as she looked down at me.
"The first
lesson, slave, is that you will obey every single one of my commands.
When I say to put a vibrator in your cunt, you put it in your cunt."
She placed the
sole of her boot on the end of the vibrator and began to lean into it, slowly,
painfully, forcing it into my body, breaking whatever resistance had blocked
it. Pain flooded my groin, a deep, searing agony made me close my eyes,
tears running down my cheeks, my hands gripping the back of my knees
painfully. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, all I could do was feel
as she forced that huge thing deep into me, until I felt the sole of her boot
pressing against my cunt-flesh.
"That wasn't
so bad now, was it slave?"
I didn't answer,
my groin still aching from the monster vibrator buried in my cunt, the pain clouding
my mind. I gasped when she dug her foot into my cunt.
"The second
lesson is that you will answer me when I ask you a question."
"No
mistress, that wasn't so bad," I lied.
"Now the one
for your ass."
The ass vibrator
wasn't as big as the one already inside me, making every movement of my lower
body painful; it had a flared end and an indentation ring around the
base. I used my mouth, making it slick with my saliva, before sliding it
into my ass. It hurt, but it wasn't as bad as the one already in my
cunt. When I was done, stuffed as never before, I looked up to my
mistress for her approval.
"Very
good. Now on your knees." She was holding a thin rope in her
hand, a small knot in the middle of it.
I struggled to
stand, the fake cocks buried inside me churning my insides, every movement
sending a dull ache through my pelvis. I wondered what it would be like
to walk around like that, with two huge cocks buried inside me while I was at
the mall, or at school; how people would look at me if they knew, what they
would want to do to me. I was shaking with lust by the time I managed to
lift myself to my knees, my thighs parted, my hands by my sides.
She got down on
her knees herself, and her closeness sent a surge of warmth through my
body. She ran her hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples, sending heat
through me. Once she was behind me I felt her tying the cord to a hook on
the belt constricting my waist. Her hands slid under the band on my
skirt, sending chills down my spine, and I felt the cord drop to the mat,
hooked to the belt. As she moved to my front, her hands stayed on my
thighs, and I could feel them tremble slightly as they brushed the base of the
vibrators spearing me.
I exhaled hard as
she brought the cord up between my thighs, tightening it against my groin,
pressing the huge objects further up into my holes; I closed my eyes as she
tied the cord off to a hook on the front of the belt, the thin rope sliding
between my gaping labia, pressing against my swollen clit, sending a shock of
pleasure through my tortured body.
When I opened my
eyes, I saw her looking at me, and we locked eyes; I saw amusement and lust in
them as she reached down to my groin and fiddled with the cord. My
breathing was short and rapid, and I gasped when I felt something slid on top
of my clit--she had slid the knot on the cord so that it pressed hard into my
throbbing bud.
"Perfect,"
she muttered as she quickly snapped a leather collar with a leash around my
neck. She stood quickly and looked around and, obviously not finding what
she was looking for, went into the house. I waited, kneeling, panting,
lusting, starting at my master as he stared back at me. Oh god I so
wanted, needed to be used.
My mistress came
back, awkwardly lugging a full-length mirror, and put it down in front of me.
"Put your
hands behind your head. Now look at yourself, slave. Tell me what
you see."
Oh my god, I
thought, I was such the little lesbian fuck-pig. I saw a young girl
kneeling on blue mat, white kneepads on her knees. Her slender thighs
were spread, and a short, pleated checkered skirt hid their junction, enticing
the gaze to those same thighs. Above the skirt she was nude, except for a
leather belt studded with hooks cinching her waist, clearly impeding her
breathing. A thin cord ran from the hook just below her bellybutton
underneath her skirt, clearly binding her most private parts. Her stomach
was flat and hard, her breasts soft and full, wobbling slightly with the short,
quick breaths forced on her by the belt. Her small, pink nipples stood
out, hard and seeming to quiver with her every slight movement. Her neck
was circled by a black leather collar, a leash attached to it, indicating that
she was owned, controlled, ready to be used.
Her face--oh my
god, her face. I didn't recognize myself. Her face was a mask of
desire and lust and need. Full lips glistened, slightly parted; a soft,
rounded face seemed to glow; small wisps of brown hair had escaped the
pony-tail and, wet with perspiration, hung wildly in front of her face.
The eyes, the eyes, big, brown, wide eyes seemed to speak: innocence,
submission, want, and lust all shone from them, making the girl seem both too
human and no more than a beast ready to serve.
I swallowed.
"I see your
slave, mistress."
"Good
answer, slave. Now, before we continue, rule number three. You will
cum only with my permission. If you need to cum, ask my permission.
Understand?"
"Yes
mistress."
"Good."
With that she reached into her bag and pulled out two controls which she had
taped together, sliders on the front of each device. She slid both of
them up at the same time and I yelped as the vibrators came to life, churning
deep inside me, turning my insides to Jello. I moaned, my hips gyrating
as she stopped them at the halfway point, the vibrators vibrating the cord, the
knot against my clit sending thrills of pleasure through my body, my motions
causing the knot to slid back and forth against my swollen nub.
"Nice,"
I heard my master comment, "wireless?"
"Yep, but
the range isn't so good." She turned back to me and picked up my
leash. "Crawl."
She started to
lead me to the door to the house as I dropped to my hands and knees, my eyes
drawn to the mirror to see myself on all fours, bound and being led like an
animal to be used. Desire flared, and as I crawled, the knot against my
clit slid back and forth, the vibrators churned around inside me each time I
moved my knees forward, their vibrations causing my whole body to thrum, my
body throbbing to the quick beat of my heart. Halfway to the door I
stopped, on all fours, my knees apart, my hands apart, my head hanging down as
I tried to slow my breathing and my heart.
"Mistress...."
"Huh?"
She stopped as the leash tightened.
"Mistress...please
mistress. Please may your slave cum?"
I was desperate
to cum. My body shook in repressed need as I tried to get myself under
control, to keep from being overwhelmed by me need. I felt her kneel
before me, her hand possessively caressing my back, feeling my trembling, as
her other hand lifted my head by my chin as she looked into my eyes.
She held my gaze
for a long time, and my humiliation and my excitement grew, and my sight
started to turn inward as I started to lose the battle against the lust inside
me, my orgasm building deep within me.
"No.
You may not cum, slave."
She said it
abruptly, and quickly turned off the vibrators, leaving my body feeling
strangely empty, my orgasm receding, still lurking, but not threatening
anymore. A sharp tug on my leash reminded me that I was to follow her,
and she led me inside to kneel in front of my master's easy chair. She
dropped the leash and, asking my master for a pair of cuffs, cuffed my wrists behind
my back before sliding off her skirt and underwear.
I couldn't take
my eyes off of her, she was so sexy. The way she moved, with such grace,
the play of muscles under her skin, her firm, round ass, the sparse line of
pubic hair hiding her pussy, the strong, full thighs, all made me want her,
want to do what she wanted.
"Tonight I'm
going to teach you how to property eat pussy."
She said it as
she positioned herself on the chair, her knees over the arms, her pussy spread
wide, its folds damp and dark with lust. She leaned back, the leash and
the vibrator control in her hands, and pulled me close into her.
For the next two
hours she trained me, guiding me in how to use my mouth to please her:
where and when to use my lips, where and when to use my tongue, where and when
to engulf her with my mouth, when to sense when she was close, and when to back
off and when to bring her to completion. Throughout she played with the
vibrator control, their vibrations pounding my insides into jelly, making the
knot on my clit dance, my degradation at being bound and trained and used
feeding my lust, bringing me close to orgasm time and time again. Each
time I would ask, and each time she would deny me, turning down the vibrators,
leaving me nearly weeping with frustrated lust.
Four times she
had me break from my licking and sucking and kissing to lap water from a bowl
on the floor like a dog, driving home my humiliation. Four times she
came, hissing as her thighs trembled and her hands gripped my head. After
two hours and her last orgasm she pushed me away and went to the restroom,
taking her clothes.
When she came
back she was dressed, and, looking down at me, still kneeling, my body humming
with frustrated desire, gave me my instructions.
"I'll be
back tomorrow. You are not to cum. You may masturbate, but no
orgasms. Do you understand?"
"Yes
mistress."
She turned to my
master as he walked her out, leaving me there.
"Thanks.
I'm really going to enjoy this."
"No
problem. Don't forget me when you want to make one of your sluts prove
herself to you."
I watched as she
left and my master came back to me, wondering at that exchange, finding out
later that she and my master had a long standing relationship. Whenever
she had a lover she wanted to humiliate, she would have the girl prove her love
by doing more and more disgusting things, one of which was to put up the
attentions of a man. My master would have free reign with the woman,
threatening to tell her lover on her if she didn't perform. In return, my
master would do the same with his conquests, passing them to her to use and
abuse.
At that moment,
though, I merely watched as he stripped off his pants and underwear and,
grabbing me by the back of my head, slammed his cock deep into my throat and
started brutally skull-fucking me. He came quickly and unbound my arms,
leaving me to remove my other bonds and to slide the huge vibrators from my
cunt and ass. I wanted to beg him to make me cum, but knew that he would
deny me.
As I was leaving,
my body still craving release, he stopped me and told me that if Kaley wished
to use me, she was allowed, but that I was to convince her to keep me from
cumming. I went home late to a sleepless night tossing and turning on my
bed with fantasies of being bound and beaten and raped running through my mind.
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