[This story is completely invented, and has no relationship to any real people or activities. Also, we do NOT advocate that any actions in this story be acted on. This story is complete fantasy, and intended to remain complete and total fantasy.]
The Perfect Vengeance Fuck Plot
By: Haelix
Hello, my name is Drew. I’m 25 years old and I’m fucking pissed. Here’s the story. I had been dating the coolest, most beautiful girl in the world for two years. She liked experimenting. She loved anal. Absolutely gorgeous body with a pussy that tasted like raspberries every time. Well, not all the time, but you know what I mean.
For the past five months, the sex had dried up and the time she spent with me weekly could be counted on an egg timer. She’d often conveniently “forget” to tell me she hung out with so and so, or it just slipped her mind that this guy from her school just popped by randomly while she had told me she couldn’t hang out because she was so busy.
I had had enough, so I started snooping around. And surprise surprise, it turns out that this military puke guy, named Scott, was dicking my girl on a regular basis. Now, at this point, most guys would barge in and start swinging. This was a hurt much too deep to be settled with a cheap fist fight and 18 months in jail for assault. I began plotting and planning revenge. Four months of grinning and kissing a girl that I knew was banging someone else. Four months of hanging out with this fucking Scott asshole and drinking beers with him at parties even though I knew he was spending more time with MY girlfriend than I was. But in those four months, I found out that he had a 16 year old sister. Oh this was not going to end in a simple fist fight. It was time to fuck up his soul. I was going to do things to him that would have him begging for the rustiest pair of safety scissors he could find to start cutting into his veins to escape the pain I was putting him thru, mentally.
So, I hear from Scott that his parents are heading out of town for a month during the summer. He’s heading off to training for a week or so. His sister will be home all alone. If the stars lined up any more perfectly, you’d look up at night to see a second moon and nothing else in the sky.
I enlisted the services of a couple of my buddies who were aching to get their hands on fresh, jailbait ass and they had enough confidence in the righteousness of my wrath to know that even God wouldn’t step in the way of this plan. After a few nights in my basement doing some “construction”, and a few days waiting for some internet purchases to arrive, everything was a go.
I’ll set the scene. I’m about 6’2’’, decent build. I’m not packing porn-star sized equipment but it ain’t a toothpick. Joe’s a bit larger, a bit shorter, and has been illegally jacking it to authentic teenie porn from the internet since he got his drivers license. He’s a year my senior. And then there’s Dom. Taller than me, skinnier, lives with his parents still at 28. The epitome of a pedophile.
I’m about to bring fresh meat to a pair of ravenous dogs. It’s Christmas in the summer and I’m god damned Santa Claus. Ho ho ho bitches.
We had been scouting the house all day waiting for the parents to leave. Around 9 o’clock, mom and pops decide to leave their precious little 16 year old Ashley at home while they vacation somewhere where no one speaks English, to perpetuate the stereotype of the “stupid American.” I had seen pictures of Ashley. 5’6’’, very athletic, tennis and soccer, if I remember correctly, so you know the thighs and ass were deliciously built and sculpted for a slappably fun deep dicking all night long. Packing a generous B-cup, high cheek bones and deep green eyes to contrast the, more blonde than dirty-blonde hair that hung an inch below shoulder-length, she provided the happy ending to many a high school boy’s wet dream. And we were going to do things to this girl that even a Dionysian Temple orgy would look on and give nod.
And so it begins. We packed a duffle bag full of assorted necessities. Rope, duct tape, scissors. Sporting black jumpsuits and ski-masks, we slipped in an unlocked back door. As Dane Cook says, if there’s something more important than sex to a guy… it’s a Heist! And this just happened to be a heist, with sex planned later. You could drown in our apprehensive delight.
Once inside the house, sounds of some god-awful generic MTV band came from the living room along with, I assumed, Ashley talking on the phone to someone. Her voice was lyrical and schizophrenic in only the way that an innocent teenage girl’s voice can be. “No, they’re gone for a while and my brother won’t be back for a week! You have to steal some of your parents’ tequila and come over. Maybe we’ll call up some boys and have a real party! …… Your parents never even notice if you’re around you’re almost 20 for fucks sake! Oh come on Tess, THE. WHOLE. HOUSE. TO. OURSELVES!” After a second she squealed with delight in a way that caused a wet spot to form on the front of Dom’s already tight pants. “Alright… see you in thirty minutes! T-T-Y-L” And she hung up. The girl actually said the letters T T Y L. Oh she was going to fucking get it double. This sort of internet buffoonery peppered into an already bastardized English vocabulary MUST be stopped. And if Fucking it out of the English language is the only way to remove it, I’m a cock-soldier reporting for duty!
After the phone conversation we just heard, Joe turned to me with a look of a munchie-fiending pothead walking up to a dessert buffet.
So, our luck had just changed for the better! Now instead of one girl, we were going to get to play with two. And everyone knows girls are like Voltron, the more you stack together, the better it is. I looked around to see grins from ear to ear on my compatriots and now was the test. Could we wait thirty minutes and bag em together, or should we begin the fun now with Ashley. Luckily, I was packing more brains than balls, which makes for a very substantially packed brain, and decided that we should see where this would go, and wait for both of the girls to arrive. Hey, if Tess brought Tequila, it’d make their struggling a lot easier.
We hid in the double-wide, two-door, walk-in pantry the size of Joe’s shitty apartment, and listened as Ashley ran upstairs to take a shower. It took all the willpower in our bodies not to go look, but we had bigger plans than a NC-17 rated shower scene when we knew we were about to rock porn harder than Ron Jeremy and Rocco Siffredi put together.
A bitter-fresh, cucumber-melon smelling Ashley walked inches from our pantry door in a towel giving all of us a harsh scare. We hadn’t heard her come down. Wet hair and a moist B to small C sized cleavage on a petite girl was a godsend. And she used Herbal Essence. NOTHING smells better than girl hair and herbal essence. Oh this was going to be a life-changing ordeal for more than just her.
She went upstairs and changed into some tight low-cut, faded Abercrombie jeans and one of those snug-fitting random, Pastel-Yellow colored t-shirts with the V, pre-cut, to look like a pair of scissors did it, at the neckline with the short, half-sleeve affair that teases every nerdy boy sitting beside her with the hopes of maybe when she raises her hand, they’ll glimpse a side-boob shot. Who knows what kind of perfume or body spray shit she sprayed on top of her scented body wash. It made my eyes sting a bit but it sure smelled like Hot Teen-Slut fragrance to me and my boys.
Finally after all the waiting, “Tess” arrives. We couldn’t see her but the pair of slutty voices and the cramped pantry space made hiding erections impossible for each of us. We suffered knowing that the night would get much better than being cramped in a pantry, feeling schlong jabbing into your kidney.
They both came into the kitchen and started doing shots of Tequila like champs. After 15 minutes they started talking about which boys they should call over, and that’s when we made our move. We didn’t want to do murder here. No our intentions weren’t that dark. We just wanted a solid vengeance fuck set to ruin a number of lives in the name of Fair’s Fair. You take something precious from me, and I’ll steal EVERYTHING precious to you. It’s in the bible. Real Hebrew shit. Check it out. Like the 11th commandment or something. Eye for an eye. Pussy for a pussy.
Our trap was sprung premature as Tess walked over and opened the door on us. Dom moved first, striking out with his hand to slap Tess square on the cheek. Good move. This stunned her for the extra second we needed to pile out of the pantry and pounce. Dom grabbed a deliciously dressed Tess, cupping her mouth and securing her arms. I ran for Ashley who didn’t get far thanks to mister Jose Cuervo. Within 10 seconds of us piling out of the pantry the girls were held down and after 20 seconds, duct tape was securely over the mouths of both. For a hat-trick of horny bumbling twenty-something computer nerds, it was definitely not amateur night.
I had planned on just having the one girl, though I had brought more rope than even Rambo could ever use. The alcohol was properly setting in on the girls as their sobs even sounded slurred. Ashley’s eye-liner and whorish mascara, that I’m guessing her parents never quite approved of, was running in the most erotic display of crying I had ever seen. I tied her arms with a bit of rope securely behind her back at the wrists and above the elbows causing her breasts to jut out in a wonderfully obscene manner. We had them seated at heavy, wooden kitchen chairs and I put a decent length of rope thru each of their elbow restraints, tying them to the chairs for extra insurance. They weren’t tied to the chair other than that length of rope connecting their elbow restraints to the chair.
Dom had been working on Tess; he obviously hadn’t been in Boy Scout’s because I had to tie a good knot in the rope for him. He was lucky that she was overwhelmed by the surprise otherwise we might’ve had a runner. And running always puts me in a bad mood.
I stopped to drink in the sight of our newly acquired harem; a quick sigh of relief that would be fully realized once they were safely back at my house. There must have been something in the water in this area because Tess was just my style. A little extra meat on her, and the whole miss I-wanna-fit-in-with-the-goth-kids thing going for her. I bet you money that every piece of her clothing even down to her panties, which we would verify later, was bought at Hot Topic. Black eye liner, dyed black hair that seemed to have a hint of purple in it, and a black gothic Hello-goddamn-Kitty spaghetti-strapped shirt. I adored her in that shirt because she had full C’s that stretched her shirt so it got those rippley stretchy ripples in between her boobs. GOD I love those ripples And she must have also been looking to get laid tonight because contrasting the black shirt was a bright red bra saying fuck-me-while-I-look-out-the-window-for-parents. Oh it was too cute; it even had little skulls on it. I chuckled thinking “we’ll see how hardcore you are with a healthy 7inch cock in your ass.” This scenario was made readily available by the fact that she had decided to wear a mid-thigh black with dark purple polka-dot-trimmed skirt. And oh my god… black corset-like boots. MMMM… we’d leave those boots on and have a good time later. I had never seen boots that lace up in the back leaving a clean leather-latexish looking front. Nothing makes a girl feel like a sexy whore like fucking with a pair of knee-high boots on.
We stood around for a few minutes marveling our handy work while the girls cried harder and harder, their eyes pleading full innocence for a crime they were never guilty of. I believed them. The innocence made the revenge sweeter. Dom, Joe and I began discussing how to get them out the back easiest when Ashley jumped up and took off running for the door. I quickly held up my hand for Dom and Joe not to chase after her, and I watched with a smirk fit for the God of Irony on his best day. Close enough to breathe hot air and fog the door’s window pane, the rope ran out and she snapped back hard against the restraints dropping her backwards to the floor while toppling the wooden dinner chair. She hit her head with a sickening thud and was out cold. I hoped for a second that she hadn’t dislocated her shoulders, and then for another second, I hoped she had. But, no matter, I liked seeing that fighting spirit still in her. Even though she was more the type for the other guys, she had a spirit which would be fun to break. Tess seemed to just be sitting there in a solitary state of acquiescence. All her tears had stopped for a bit, her eyes glazed over staring at the tiles in the floor. I knew she was going to be my special friend. She just didn’t know it yet. I was going to take this illegal opportunity to live out every fantasy I’d ever wanted to live out.
So, I had planned on one girl. Now we had two. Let the nasty begin.
“Tess,” I coo’ed to her, “Teesssss” I sweetly whispered when she didn’t respond. She slowly looked up at me, not wanting to meet my gaze. “Stand up.” She sat frozen. So be it. Fashioning a slip-knot, I placed it over her head, and now she was in the same predicament as a dog with a choke-collar on. Her eyes got a little wider but she didn’t fight. I slowly pulled the rope up vertically, causing the collar to get tighter. I watched her eyes and continued slowly pulling the rope higher, tighter. She was eye-begging me not to continue what she knew must be coming. The noose was getting tighter and tighter, pinching and biting into her pale neck skin. This trophy was too precious to damage, but I had to set her straight from the beginning. Finally when the air supply started dwindling and her neck was stretched as far as it could go, she stood up. And started crying anew.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard. We’re going to be friends Tess, you’ll see. Just because I’ve got some lovely things planned for you and your friend doesn’t mean we don’t have to be civil about this” Then I added as sweetly as possible, “But just a bit of advice, lets try to do things the first time I ask if you’d like to get out of this with as few scars as possible.” I figured psychologically, if they didn’t know how bad it was going to get, they would hope for the best and be easier to corral outside and into the van. The plan altered at this point to emphasize my seriousness.
“Bend over the table.” She looked up with a hint of… was it defiance or daring? Did she think this was a game? A prank that we’d all laugh at later? She was trying to plead with my sensibilities again with the most adorable pair of black-eye-lined puppy dog eyes I’d ever seen. Now, I’m not a violent person. I’m very sensible. She didn’t get it and I needed for her to “get it” so there’d be no confusion as to how things were going to run. I took a step towards her and she stood straighter for some reason. That defiance again? Regardless, I thrust my hand under her skirt lightening quick before she even had a chance to completely close her legs. I had my hand resting idly on her warm mound in that perfect position where my two middle fingers were resting on either side of the slit, and my two outside fingers were bent easily, comfortably back on the insides of her thighs.
There was no need for violence. With my hand resting on her secret, it set in slowly. She knew I could do anything. I looked her in the eyes smiling. Her return stare was weighing, judging, curious, and furious all at the same time. I spoke up softly, seductively, “I knew we’d become fast friends Tess.”
Her legs began squirming, trying to repel an unwelcome guest in an unwelcoming house using gestures instead of commands. She wasn’t going to beg me to not touch her and that’s what I was quickly coming to love about her. She knew begging me not to touch her, or to let her go, was just going to turn us on more. She wasn’t going to give us the pleasure of the “No!” and in that one moment with my hand up the skirt of a random victim, I fell in love. Oh I couldn’t show it. I couldn’t let on. She would eventually probably run tell the cops. She would be my downfall if I let feelings get the better of me. She was a smart girl. I didn’t have to always be in control, but I felt it odd that in this moment, with her helpless, defenseless and slightly drunk, she still wasn’t giving in, but she also wasn’t resisting to a level demanding retaliation.
My hand remained hidden beneath her skirt and I reiterated the order with a slight, steady, pinching pressure of her left mound between my thumb and ring-finger. “Bend over the table. I won’t ask kindly again.” Again, she stood silent. Cold blue eyes staring me down, seeing if I was bluffing. Testing her newly formed boundaries.
With my hand and pressure never changing, I calmly looked over to see Joe and Dom both giving me strange looks at why I wasn’t slapping the shit out of this tag-along cunt. I looked at Joe and said, “Joe, would you please take off Ashley’s shirt and bra and Dom, if you’d rummage thru the drawers here and find me some corn-cob skewers or any skewers really and if we could turn on the stove and find a spoon and some bleach from under the sink and any rubber bands you can find.” I was throwing out random things I could think of on the spot that might have horrible uses on a topless girl and I was rewarded with Tess giving a start. Ha. She had anticipated me hurting her, not her friend.
Joe pounced on top of Ashley and ripped the shirt slowly from the pre-cut V, down the valley of pushup bra cleavage, down a smooth, tan stomach and finally ripping the fabric apart at the bottom, somewhere south of her belly button, but north of her low-rise jeans. I was surprised he didn’t just tear into her, he was taking his time, and that’s what this whole thing was about. Camaraderie and male bonding, enjoying ourselves while also deeply hurting someone who had hurt me.
Joe reached up on the counter for a steak knife, eased it from the wooden knife block, and brought it down to the warm skin below the passed-out Ashley’s bra-line. Dom was rummaging thru drawers looking for skewers I guess.
It’s funny. With your hand on someone’s crotch, you don’t even have to look at the person to know exactly how they’re standing or where they’re heading next. I felt Tess’ thigh muscles tense slightly in anticipation to take a few steps to the table and sure enough, a half second later, she lifted one boot and took a step towards the table, my hand sliding out from between her legs as she moved to the table and bent over it.
See, for me, forcing someone to do something thru pain is good, but you know deep down, it’s MUCH more traumatic when they’re doing what you want without the immediate threat of pain to themselves. If you’re being hurt and you do something you don’t want to, you can easily rationalize it as doing what needs to be done to make the pain stop. It’s the whole principle behind torture. However, it adds skeletons to closets when they do it without pain because then they don’t have the easy rationalization. And “well I did this so you wouldn’t get hurt” eventually turns to resentment at the very least.
Bending over the table, her skirt rose up to that hot line where the thighs end and the ass begins. I took a quick second to smell my musky hand. Oh come on, like you wouldn’t have done that. Well maybe you wouldn’t admit it, but I LOVE the smell of pussy to a fault almost. I’d almost rather go down on a girl than fuck her. I just love it.
She stayed in place with her arms secured behind her, and her breasts smushed gently between her chest and the table causing them to peek out more on the sides and out the top of her spaghetti-strap shirt. “Hello Kiiiiitttyy!!” I growled lustfully as I saw the back parts of her pussy peeking out behind the risen skirt. I took a few moments to trace the hem of her skirt against her ass. I couldn’t wait to bury my face in that crotch. But… patience. Joe and Dom looked on longingly, alternating between looking at me and this girl, and the passed out sack of potatoes on the kitchen floor. Dom had found skewers and started over towards Ashley. I shook my head, giving the wave-off. I don’t think he could’ve actually gone thru with piercing this girl. I might though eventually just for fun. But I wouldn’t ask him to.
“Let’s go ahead and spread your legs.” She obeyed slowly. Too slow for me, so I took the other end of the choke-collar rope-leash and whipped it against the backs of her creamy legs, leaving an angry red line to the sound of a muffled “OW!”. I flipped her skirt up over her hips and slid my fingers into the waistline of the hottest pair of boy-cut-black panties I had ever seen. There was a bit of a darker, wet black in the center of her panties. I smiled and ran my fingers idly over her back end on the edge of this table, displayed for all of us to see. I traced the skin right above the lacy waist elastic and then traced the skin around the bottoms of her panties. Running a finger from the outside of her thigh, along the no-mans-land where cloth borders pale skin along her left butt cheek, down into the chasm, sliding a finger slowly up and down an already wet slit several times before moving out to the right butt cheek and thigh. I was toying with her. I was hard as hell and it was almost a personal game to see how long I could go before I just dove in and got off.
Joe spoke up, “Jesus Christ, Drew, she’s already fucking wet! What a fucking find, man! 19 and she’s a sloppy snatch after getting tied up and whipped a bit.”
Dom made a move to reach over and play mister grabby hands but I slapped his hand away. “Not yet!” I said forcefully, almost possessively. “You two carry Barbie out to the van, and I’ll walk out my new friend Tessie,” I said in as condescending way as possible.
They carried Ashley out the door, to the van and slid her inside. I turned my attentions back to my new toy. I looped both index fingers in the waist of her panties and slowly slid them down. Very slowly. I know this had to be degrading for her. Here she was tied up and her ass was already exposed to the world with her skirt flipped up. Dom had already commented on how wet she was, which for some reason had made her blush a bright red. I had forgotten to mention that. But at Dom’s comment, she made this motion like she was trying to bury her head into the wood and her face got bright red. I never understood why girls didn’t like being told that they were wet, or marveling at how wet they were, like it was some great crime for them to be enjoying themselves and just hanging out being wet. Dudes hung out with boners all day long. It’s called Health Class.
But I knew this was going to be very embarrassing for her, being completely exposed “down there.” And I loved it. I took my time slowly sliding her panties down as Dom and Joe were returning from the van. “Damn man, take her shit off already, and let’s see that hot pussy!!” Dom exclaimed. I could’ve kissed him as I knew this was all just making it worse for Tess. With her panties half-off, I looked over at my friends and asked, “Do you guys want to smell her? It’s good!”
I turned her secrets into a public display for all. I loved it. Joe was first up, kneeling down behind Tess’ sweet ass. Dom stepped to his side, running his hands creepily over Tess’ back and along the sides of her breasts. Joe was running his hands up and down the boots and thighs of our newfound object while rubbing his nose in her crotch. She was mortified by such a subtle violation and began silently sobbing. Embarrassed beyond her ability to cope. I loved it.
*SMACK* Dom broke the erotic moment with a sharp slap on Tess’ ass bringing us all from our focus.
*SMACK* again. I smiled awkwardly. This has always been my problem, getting too attached for no reason to girls that were not good for me. For some reason I felt a stab of jealousy now at them smelling the crotch of MY toy and slapping the ass, well, MY ass essentially. I hastily threw out, “Alright alright, let’s get her to the van before Barbie wakes up. Go check on her please.”
After they left, I removed Tess’ panties. They were sopping wet. I whispered in her ear, “Wow, someone’s been getting excited.” And again she just shook her head sobbing. I flipped her skirt back down and told her to stand up. She had trouble pushing herself up with her hands behind her back, but after bouncing off her chest a couple of times, she managed back up to standing. I said a little thick and I was right, she apparently wasn’t in the gym much. Mmm nice and soft skin, no hard muscles, but nice and soft and feminine.
I led Tess by the leash out to the van and stepped inside. I had Dom and Joe take off the pants and panties of the passed out Ashley while I untied Tess’ hands and arms and laid her on her back, keeping a firm grip on her hands. I parted her legs, flipped her skirt up and laid Ashley face-first in Tess’ warm slit. From the looks of things, Ashley’s chin was resting right on or around Tess’ clit. That’d make the bumpy ride Extra fun I bet hehe. Tess began struggling a bit but a sharp snap ended her thrashing. I crossed Ashley’s limp legs behind Tess’ head, letting that precious dyed-black, asymmetrical emo-punk-scene haircut of hers rest against the crossed, tan legs of her friend. We wanted our lesbian forced scene to come with a bit of ergonomical comfort for those lucky to be involved. No one likes a crimped neck in the morning from too much clam-diving.
I secured a rope looped behind Ashley’s head and neck, running down between Tess’ legs, up her sides, and fastened it snugly to Ashley’s bare, cross-legged ankles. This made it so that when Ashley woke up, if she tried to pull her head out of her friend’s hot box, this would pull the rope attached to her ankles, pulling her legs tighter in, forcing Tess’ head into her own vag. It was a dirty lesbian see-saw and I was loving every second of it! From the sweet aroma coming from Tess, she was too and I was just praying Ashley wouldn’t drown in the juices before she woke up.
I then bent Tess’ legs up at the knee and placed a pillow under her ass, raising it up, giving full access to sensitive areas for the warm breathing of the still-passed-out Ashley. I ran a length of rope looped behind Tess’ head running to her ankles so that she could control just how much she sat up by kicking her feet out. Sitting up would have her buried face deep in girl ass, while reclining back away from her younger friends slit, would draw her ankles in, tilting her pelvis up giving Ashley nothing but sweet, sweet emo-crotch to breath on.
Oh choices, choices. I turned on a small light, got out a video camera, and started filming while Dom drove back to my house. The fun was about to begin on a long bumpy road that would ultimately end with me thinking of some way to get Scott to unknowing fuck his own sister on film, and after the deed was done, sending him a copy of the tape to ponder his rampant, reckless pussy fucking behavior. But so far, things were going smoothly, and Ashley should be waking up soon, and Tess was already squirming her hips around whilst still crying silently. No doubt in a heavy state of anguish at her own body betraying her now. She probably can’t even help the slow pelvic thrusts trying to get more contact and friction on that sweet spot while trying to keep her own face out of Ashley’s unconscious pussy. Fun, Fun Indeed!
Chapter Two – The Van
We had about a thirty minute car ride back to my house. I have never been one to waste time when there’s work to be done. And when your work involves a pair of helpless girls, mostly naked, tied up in your buddy’s van, even the laziest bastard would think about being proactive.
You can plan and plan for a heist like this, but it’s not until it’s actually happening that you truly appreciate just how clever your own mind is. I had a cup of water from a tasty pseudo-scottish-named-yet-americanized burger chain with a stellar dollar menu. They also have great straws, you know, the nice thick ones that make for good rail-snorting.
Oh, I had forgotten to mention, this was the kind of van you’d see a crappy band touring in. Not one of those plush full-sized conversion vans, but the dirty kind, you know, that smelled of lots of swamp-ass from road trips with no A/C. We had removed the center bench seat prior to this whole endeavor, giving us a nice play-space with the back bench still intact to watch from.
So, Tess is on her back, skirt flipped up with Ashley’s face secured between deliciously thick thighs. I removed both pieces of duct tape covering their mouths. Tess’ pale hips have started a steady squirming; the shame painted on her face like cheap stage makeup.
Dom was driving and Joe was twisted around in the passenger seat not wanting to miss a second. At second glance, Dom was only half-driving. He had angled the rear-view mirror to point directly at the gorgeous scene playing out before us all; it’d be a miracle if he got us home safely.
I was sitting in the back with the girls and reached over for the McD…er… burger chain cup. (However, No fries or chicken nuggets were hurt during the raping of these girls!) This would be a wakeup to remember. I called Joe into the back seat with me.
Tess was squirming more and more with a precious look of complete and utter frustration. I think she had even forgotten that we were all here and that she was tied up. Her entire focus seemed to be centered on a burning need in her crotch, a passed-out girl breathing slowly on her pussy, and her being unable to do anything about it. She was zoned out… not paying any attention to us. I whispered over them to Joe to slowly spread Ashley’s ass cheeks.
A bit immature, but nonetheless completely amusing, Joe spread her cheeks. I wanted to take a picture. We had this young, 16 year old asshole, inches above a pretty, wanna-be-goth girl lost in trying to pleasure herself on anything she could get to touch her. I dipped the straw in the water, tipped my finger over one end to hold the water in, and slowly started dropping water on Ashley’s asshole. The first drop landed to no effect. However, the second drop caused her little starfish to pucker involuntarily. With the third drop landing, a tornado of motion ensued.
Ashley jerked her head up, screaming, which pulled on the rope on her head, and caused her ankles to fly forward towards her ass, which caused the zoned out Tess to fly into Ashley’s crotch. Tess, realizing that she was nose-deep in pussy jerked her head back against Ashley’s legs, causing Ashley’s head to swing down and land in her own pussy with force, as Ashley was unprepared for something to pull her head down. The impact of her face, coupled with a good 10 minutes of teasing, sent Tess’ thighs clamping down hard, almost involuntarily, on Ashley’s head for a few seconds, and with Ashley squirming again to get free, the motion sent Tess to girl heaven to the sounds of euphoric screaming.
Joe and I started clapping and cheering! Ashley, realizing her predicament, turned her head to the side, with her cheek resting on the very wet slit of her friend. She was outright crying now. Her back jerking and heaving on beat with sniffles and whines and cries. Tess, with a mixed look of contentment, satisfaction, and complete embarrassment, tried to find the balance point of keeping her head out of her friend’s crotch. Her face was bright red from her exertion and shame.
I spoke proudly, “So Ashley, how’d you like your first taste? You must’ve done a great job, your friend here got off faster than a boy in a pussy for the first time! Hey Joe, what was it one pump or two for your first time?”
“Ha! Two and a half strokes… Dom’s sister wasn’t very tight.”
Dom, from the driver’s seat added, “Motherfucker!” It was the running joke. Dom’s sister was hot though, I sat thinking for a second before he added, “But when I fucked for the first time, I barely got my dick in her asshole before I came… but dude... my first time was in an asshole… That’s gotta count for something.”
“Yeah... a shitty time for her.” I said.
“Hey, at least I get off Every time!” Dom added without missing a beat. No wonder he was doomed to a life of mooching off female friends of his buddies girlfriends.
I turned back to the, um, entertainment. “So Ashley, you never answered me about if you liked Tess’ pussy or not?” More crying was her response. I slapped her ass Hard. *SWACK* She screamed and started trying to shake herself free of an obviously helpless dilatation. Tess just laid back as best she could, trying not to get aroused again. Ashley kept screaming and thrashing about as best she could to no avail.
Joe spoke up. “Hey Bitch, we can be civil about this, or we can thrash about like a damn pinball! You know what happens to pinballs? You put your fingers in them!” And he laid his fingers at the entrance of her asshole and pussy.
“Are you fucking serious Joe? It’s a bowling ball, not a pinball… jesus. Uh, however good thinking.” I said. I prayed it was the excitement that had him this fucking brain-dead. But with Joe’s index finger taping threateningly on her asshole, Ashley froze. Smart girl. She realized that she’d be unable to stop him if he decided to turn her ass into finger-mittens. Then I added, “And I also like her new name. I think we need to change the situation a bit, Tess, I think, needs to get off again.”
Tess started shaking her head about, “No I don’t, you guys are fucking assholes and you won’t get away with this!! What the fuck is your problem???”
Joe looked at me incredulously. I didn’t even respond to her questions, but slid over and pushed Ashley’s head face-down in Tess’ pussy again, then used some rope around Tess’ thighs to tie Ashley’s head securely right in her crotch. Ashley started jerking around again, trying desperately to get out of her new facemask. I looked over at Joe and nodded. Joe licked his finger and roughly inserted his index finger up to the first knuckle into Ashley’s asshole. She squealed loudly into Tess’ snatch and thrashed about for another second before I said firmly, “Bitch is your new name now, and if you don’t stop squirming, I’m going to give Joe the go-ahead to drop in two-knuckles-deep.” And she froze again, breathing loudly out of her nose, as her mouth was in a nether-lip-lock with Tess. “Now that’s better, Bitch. Now I’m going to ask you some questions and I want you to respond by shaking your head slowly up and down for yes, or side to side for no.” She sighed dejectedly and Tess looked at me wide-eyed from behind Ashley’s ass. Tess knew I was doing this to torture her with each yes or no, up and down or side to side answer from Ashley slowly bringing her closer to another betraying orgasm.
I began the questioning, “Now Bitch, let me set the stage, and lay down some rules. Little Tessie,” I cooed, ”these go for you too. You now belong to us. You will not talk to us unless we ask you a question, at which point, you will respond immediately. When speaking to us you will refer to us as Sir, or Master. We’ll get into more rules later at the house. Now Bitch, you do like your new name right?”
She began sobbing again, her back and shoulders shaking slightly with the sobs. She slowly moved her head side to side saying “No”, no doubt some part of her face was slowly rubbing Tess’ clit band and forth. Tess breathed out in focused whispers, no doubt trying to think of anything except her friend’s face blubbering around in her wet pussy.
“Aw Bitch, you don’t like it? Well I think it suits you just fine. You and your brother are both little bitches.” I added that in there just because I was trying to seriously scar this girl, and insulting one of her heroes was a slow beginning to getting her off balance… she knew I knew she had a brother now. She stiffened at his name. “I bet you’re really going to enjoy fucking him while we film it. You are going to fuck your brother. He arranged all of this.” I said bluffing my ass off
But that gave a pretty good “NO” shake from Ashley’s head, taking Tess’s whispered moaning to something a lot more sultry and whorish; her breathing coming more quickly almost panting like a dog. “You know Bitch, I think you’re enjoying Joe’s finger in your asshole. Kinda makes you feel like you’ve gotta shit, maybe we should add another finger?” I shook my head at Joe to let him know I was bluffing, and following through, he tapped his middle finger on her asshole next to the already-inserted index finger. She shook her head faster, struggling against her bonds, her face frantic to free herself, which brought Tess over edge.
Her breathing raced shallow, “ah Ah AHHHHH” and she came again.
Poor Ashley must’ve gotten some juices dribbling down into her nose because she started frantically breathing out hard thru her nose and jerking her head around. Tess’ continued “AHHHHH” with her hips full on bucking against Ashley’s head, captive between her thighs. It was a delight to behold. And with her cumming again, Joe and Dom broke out into cheering and all sorts of foul language. I was positively beaming.
When she quit cumming and came back to us in the real world, Tess spoke up, “You guys… have to stop… this is sooooo wrong” Joe dropped his finger another knuckle into Ashley’s asshole, causing Ashley to thrash about all the more. I slapped Ashley’s ass again hard *SWAT* and she slowed her thrashing.
“Tessie, breaking the rules will result in you and your friend getting hurt. I’d suggest you start following them. Right now its only fingers, just wait until we’re at my house and its live, horny dogs or inflatable dildo’s threatening to split her apart or cattle prods lodged gently in YOUR ass. Have you ever been flushed out inside with freezing water? Your insides try to spin in knots, cramping. Or how about sucking off a dog in hopes that you’ll get it to cum and go flaccid before it fucks your friend in the ass. Oh yes, there are going to be some tough times ahead. We’re all friendly now. But mark my words, when we get back on my turf, fucking up WILL result in spinning our Fuck-Wheel. It’s a pretty neat game we sat around drunk writing up with the most depraved and despicable things we could think of. Joe, why don’t you let Little Tessie here clean your fingers. She should start getting used to her friend’s juices and smells.”
Joe slopped his fingers out of Ashley’s asshole with a grunt followed by a short sigh of relief from Ashley. Tess closed her mouth tight and tried to turn her head away from Joe. Joe simply used his clean hand to hold her head steady, and used his thumb and pinky of the dirty hand to pinch her nose shut, lightly resting the offensive finger on her lips. After several seconds, Tess gave in and opened her mouth, gulping in air. Joe slid his finger in her mouth and added, “If you bite it, I’ll fucking staple your vagina lips together. Now lick it, swirl your tongue around it like it’s a cock.” Tess closed her eyes tight, attempting to close her soul off to the beginning of this tragic predicament. I looked over at Joe who smiled at me and looked over his shoulder at Dom looking in the mirror, “Oh yeah, she’s got some tongue skills boys… “
Tears started pooling near the bridge of Tess’ nose, and after a minute of sucking sounds and Tess’ head slinking and bobbing very erotically, the tears started slowly rappelling down from the corner of her eye, joining her self-respect on the dirty matted floor of some deviant’s shitty van.
Chapter Three – Dolls for the Dollhouse
We finally pulled up to my house outside the city. It was a beautiful Victorian. You could probably google it and find a picture. It looks like a dollhouse of sorts with a little Tim Burton twist. Anyways, you don’t care about the house. It’s nighttime when we get there. I live on about 50 acres. It’s not Texas Farmland where you don’t see another house for 10 minutes, but no one would hear the goings on, nor would anyone meddle.
Miserable anticipation and a caustic anxiety hung like a thick rain cloud over my two new friends. As the car slowed from highway speeds to rural road speeds, the cloud got thicker and more nervous. When we pulled off the rural roads to my gravel driveway, there was visible trembling. They knew whatever was about to befall them had arrived.
Tess looked up at me, eyeliner staining her cheek black. The smell of pussy is one of the best aphrodisiacs, and we were swimming in it. A trio of sweaty-faced boys with hard-on’s like a Hitler salute. I doubt we’d ever be able to get that smell out of the upholstery. I’d have to punish Tess later for that. I made a mental note to do so. We were acting euphoric and victorious like we just won the big game and had just arrived at the local $3.99 pizza buffet place to celebrate with who-could-eat-more-tiny-slices and who-could-mix-more-flavors-of-soda-in-the-same-glass games.
I smiled lovingly back at Tess and started stroking her thigh. She closed her eyes tight and turned her head away, re-opening the levee of tears; as if they could wash her away from this situation. Ashley still laid there trembling, tied into the crotch of the lovely Tessie.
The gravel under the tires sounded louder than normal. I guess with the excitement and adrenaline, everything was heightened. We were finally at our destination and the car stopped with a small creak from the brakes. I knee-walked my way over to the sliding door of the van and with a groan, it slid open letting the rustic smells of large open grass fields roll into the cabin. It must have rained recently, there was a clean aroma mixing with the flavorful pussy smell. The outside air won the battle and the smell of the girl’s juices diluted away with the next breeze.
I broke the silence. “Alright, now listen up! We’re at your new home. You two toys are now our property, and as such, we don’t want our property turning up missing.” I flipped open a knife, and got sharp, terrified inhales from Tess and Ashley. Neither could see what I was doing, but both knew anything could happen and nothing was for the better.
I slid my knife between rope and flesh next to Ashley’s neck, sharp-side to the rope, but all she could feel was cold steel next to her pebbling flesh. “Hmm, which way should I cut with this knife?” I said menacingly. Ashley trembled all the harder. Joe and Dom were gathering at my back, watching, and I tossed them a smirk and a nod over my shoulder. Then I slit her neck and… no whoops… I slit the rope is what I did. God that would have been a twist… and messy as well. Sorry. So I really cut the rope and the tape off from around Tess’s thighs freeing Ashley’s head from my beautiful rope creation. I held my hand on the back of her head lightly and she didn’t move. “Now listen *ladies*” I added with mock reverence, “No screaming and no running. My boys behind me have tasers and after watching Jackass the other night, we’re kinda waiting to see just exactly what a person getting tasered looks like in real life. Actually, if you want to run, please do. It’ll be really funny.”
I finished cutting thru the ropes and both girls stayed frozen in their same spots, daring not to move. I stepped back and looked at Dom and Joe. Dom spoke up, “Looks like they enjoy being so close. Maybe we got defective fucktoys… these are broken… they only like pussy.”
Joe added, “It’s like in Gladiator when the guy says something about the other guy selling him gay giraffes haha”
Dom and I looked at each other and almost simultaneously said “Shut the fuck up Joe” at the same time. I added, “Quit name-dropping like you’re cool or something. We know you only watched Gladiator because you’ve got a little man-crush on Russell Crowe.” Joe scoffed and jerked his head around in a “You guys are stupid... you can’t be serious” manner, but he didn’t deny it. “Dom you remember when he took his vacation time last year and spent a week watching all those Russell Crowe films. I mean how many times can you watch Master and Commander in a row?”
Dom replied, “I think he was up to about 4 times in a row before we threw the DVD in the microwave. But it was *soooo cute* when he was watching it with a damn life preserver on”
Joe quipped, “You guys suck.”
To which Dom fired back, “No you
WISH you could suck off the Cinderella Man don’tcha? Get a little friendly with such A Beautiful
Mind? It was pretty lame when he went
out and bought new Bauer hockey skates and a new stick after watching Mystery
The girls’ moved and that brought us back to reality.
“Alright. Showtime.” I said.
I reached in and rolled Ashley off of Tess and the community response was for both of them to just lay there. Tess snapped her legs shut and was breathing more deeply now that she didn’t have someone laying on her and Ashley was wiping her face. “Alright girls, lets get out of the van slowly. Or quickly if you wanna see what 50,000 volts feels like.”
They both snaked out of the van and stood on very wobbly legs. Ashley was holding her head. The flip side of those Tequila shots were coming on quick in the form of a same-night hangover. I hate those. I get them when I drink really really really cheap beer. Even though they say its supposedly natural light or that you’ll be living the high life, those beers have a mean bite that night if I don’t keep drinking till I pass out. … again… what do you care... why am I writing that? Fuck. Focus. Story.
I guess with all the excitement, the hangover, and the van-ride, Ashley realized she had no clothes on and quickly tried her best to cover everything. It’s one of the great heavenly jokes I think that god gave women three critical areas, the chest, ass and pussy, and only gave them two arms to defend themselves and cover. Tess still had her boots, skirt, and spaghetti-strap shirt on. The only thing missing were the panties. I hope she’s not this good when she plays strip poker; no one likes a winner at that game. Except the winner.
Joe was holding a duffel bag that we had placed at this part of the driveway for when we arrived. I reached in and pulled out two innocuous leather collars. Opposite the locking clasp was a small black raised area. “Alrighty bitches, its time for the fun to begin. Brush your hair back and keep your arms up.” Tess glared at me with arms folded beneath the most perfectly full C’s, and the most gorgeously kissable pouty lips. Thick strands of damp hair hung over one eye like a black veil. I wanted to take a picture and pet her and cuddle her, but this was time to show them how this three act play was going to go down. Ashley was still squirming trying to find a happy medium of covering her chest and crotch. I smiled at Tess sweetly, and walked over to Ashley who out of fear started raising her hands to gather her hair like I had asked. By the few strides it took to arrive at Ashley’s hot little body, she was doing just as I asked but was shaking visibly. I placed the collar around Ashley’s neck and locked the clasp in place. The cool thing about the clasp was that it had a magnetic locking pin. Unless you had the unlocking magnet that would attract the little pin, unlocking it, you couldn’t take the collar off. Still smiling at Tessie, I ran my hand from Ashley’s ass up her back and the down again to rest on her ass as I spoke to Ashley. “Ashley, sweety, this was all a mistake. We really wanted Tess. You’re free to run away and I’ll give you 10 seconds before I change my mind and we come after you.” Ashley looked incredulously at me. “10, 9, 8” and she started running as hard and fast as her legs would carry her. I kept my eye on Tess, who looked down at the collar, and with a look of recognition and horror painted on her ruined-makeup face, quickly looked up for her friend and started to yell and tell her to quit running. At the same time, Ashley reached the perimeter of the invisible electric fence and fell crying to the ground, screaming and clawing at her collar probably 10 feet over the line. Tess started to run but I grabbed her by the arms and slammed her against the van hard. “You listen to me Toy.” Ashley’s howling in the background continued. “It’s your fault your friend is being hurt right now, so you’d better fucking act right. Pull your hair up so I can collar you. Then you can go get your dumbass friend and bring her back over the line. If you had listened to me first, you could have avoided your friend rolling around for going on 10 seconds now, and you’re gonna get shocked too rescuing her.”
She quickly pulled her hair up and pleaded with her eyes in the most convincing display of apology. I strapped the collar on her and she took off after her friend. As she got closer, she slowed down, knowing she’d get shocked somewhere near there. Ashley was still howling and screaming now but she didn’t have sense enough to crawl back across the line. Joe, Dom, and I just stood and watched. I pulled a Beer from a cooler we kept in the back of the van and we sat on the tail watching the spectacle. With a yell of her own, Tess had found the perimeter and she jumped back. Her friend was still rolling on the ground. I’d guess a minute had passed. I had chosen a low voltage setting for this first display. Tess finally gathered the courage and ran the 10 feet or so to her friend, grunting and trying hard not to scream the whole time. Tess grabbed Ashley, picking her up and took her back to safety. They both staggered once they were safe, and collapsed over on the grass next to the driveway. Joe and I finished our beers in a leisurely manner and had a cigarette. Then we stood and walked over to the girls in much the same way a cop walks condescendingly up to your car after he’s pulled you for speeding except you know you’ve got an 8th of pot in your glove box so you’re twice-as-bad shitting your pants because you know that he’s not pulling you for speeding, he’s pulling you because you’ve been smoking and you’re going to go to jail and your life is going to be ruined, but then he just gives you a warning and tells you to slow down and you keep driving home laughing at how paranoid and terrified you were… while lighting up another.
The girls were breathing heavily. Ashley looked completely spent, laying sprawled out on the grass completely forgetting where she was and what she was here for and that she was naked. Tess was breathing heavily but she was still eyeing daggers at me from the damp grass! Man I loved this girl. She had such fire! Such spirit. She might be a keeper. Of course, this being a felony and breaking more laws than I had fingers, she probably wouldn’t want to stay around. I walked over next to Tess’s head and squatted down. I ruffled her hair and said “Good job” she shook her head hard to rid it of my hand and looked away. I stood up and told Dom and Joe to get the girls up and in the house. I was heading inside to begin preparations.
Chapter Four – Puppylove
I go inside the house and head to my wet bar. All the adrenaline for the night is wearing off and I’m getting tired and that’s no good. Yeah I’ve got a month before anyone’s going to start looking for these girls, but Every one of those nights and days will fully be taken advantage of. I pour up two of my favorites. Jager and Red Bull for energy (which I quickly down) and my beloved Southern Comfort and Dr. Pepper for healthy sipping. With the SoCo drink still fresh enough for Dr. Pepper bubbles to still be fizzing up, the door opens and my two compatriots are marching in two dejected looking girls. Who knows what they said to them to get them inside but they’re walking in with their hands on their heads like prisoners. I laughed and Joe beamed me one of his dumb boyish grins that have won him more one night stands than the rest of us.
Joe has that charm and the looks, but he’s not the brightest crayon in the box if you know what I mean. He’ll bag more ass than the rest of us, but once the girls wake up the next morning and try to have a conversation, albeit awkward, they realize that he’s pretty much just a walking cock and there are absolutely no lights on AND no one’s home. But he’s a good friend, so I keep him around. Plus he’s fun to make fun of. Half the time he doesn’t realize you’re making fun of him.
“Down to the basement we go!” I chirped happily. This was the beginning of where my creativity really would begin to shine.
We all walked down the stairs to a large basement area. I flipped the switch on the wall and got a horrified gasp out of both girls. Before them lay several cages, racks, pulley systems, tool boxes, and other devices. It was clear that bad things were going to happen.
It was pretty late at night and everyone was getting tired. The girls were so miserable, tired, and terrified and they really didn’t put up any fight anymore. Which was good, because if Ashley knew what was about to happen to her, collar or no, she’d try to run.
I wheeled over what looked like a large wheel-chair with a back end almost like a flatbed truck attached behind the chair. Down each of the legs were straps. It was a metal contraption I had devised and had Joe help me build. Joe was more mechanic/carpenter minded, but mechanics work regardless of if you’re building out of wood or metal. He’s got an eye for how things are put together and I voice ideas and he can make them.
“Now Bitch,” I said as I turned to Ashley, “This lovely chair is for you. We have to restrain you while you sleep or else you might hurt yourself or run away. So if you’d be so kind as to sit down in the Happy Chair as we like to call it, we’ll get you strapped in and you can get a good night’s sleep.” She didn’t put up a fight, she just shambled over to the chair and plopped down, giving a small cry as she realized how cold the chair was. “Dom, could you go get her “a blanket.” Dom nodded and headed up the stairs. Joe and I started buckling Ashley in, keeping an eye on Tess, who stood looking on like a hollow shell. The adrenaline was wearing off on her as well and she was getting to that super-tired stage of the night. We got Ashley strapped and buckled into the chair, restraining her legs and her arms, as well as a few straps around her mid section, and one just above her breasts. With her strapped in Dom started playing with her tits; tweaking her nipples and just generally being an asshole to her. I was fine with that; Ashley was the one that was supposed to suffer. I looked up at Dom and smiled while pulling a lever on the side of the chair. This unlocked a mechanism that made the whole chair portion rotate near Ashley’s ass, dropping her 90 degrees backwards onto the flatbed portion of the rolling contraption. Ashley’s face became terrified. Her arms and legs were sticking up in the air attached to this chair and she had no idea what was going to happen next. Tess looked on with detached sympathy. There was nothing she could do and it hurt her too bad to see her friend being abused. At some point everyone has to dissociate from their environment in a situation like this.
On the back-side of the legs portion of the chair were some extra latches. Unlatching them, I folded a panel down letting everyone see that the leg portion of the chair was really two individually moving restraints. Folding this panel down also gave everyone perfect access to Ashley’s ass and pussy. She was on her back with her legs in the air, parted. I twisted some knobs, unlocking the leg restraint joints and Dom and I spread her legs wider in the restraints. I twisted the knobs back tightening them back up to immovable. She looked like she was ready to give birth now.
Dom walked between her legs and smiled at her. She started crying again and Dom began running his hands up and down the V of the insides of her thighs. Dom walked around to her head and put a few fingers up in front of her face. I’ll let you lick them so that when I stick them in you, they’re not dry. You’d better lube ‘em up bitch!” Ashley parted her lips slowly and turned her head towards his fingers. She was going to zombie land where she could block this out. I had to act fast. I cupped my hand and gave her pussy a hard slap. She jumped and shrieked against her bonds with the unexpectedness of the action. Ashley’s eyes came back to life and she glared hot pokers at me. Tess started walking over like she could defend her friend, but one glance from me had her standing there frozen.
Dom placed his fingers on her lips and she allowed them entrance, sucking on them and getting them nice and wet. Before taking his fingers out of her mouth, he quickly thrust them down her throat causing a brief spasm of gagging and then he pulled them out laughing. Dom walked back around between her legs and slowly started working a finger into her. “Damn man she’s tight as hell.” There was some minor look of discomfort on Ashley’s face as Dom was stretching her to fit one of his fingers. I heard the door open from upstairs and knew Joe would be back soon.
“Alright, let’s get her set up and ready for a good night’s sleep” I said smirking. I turned the knobs loosening her arm restraints and set her arms down by her side. With her on her back, her young perky tits still protruded like small hills of the gods. We would have fun with those blessed pieces yet. With her lying on her back, legs up in the air, restrained and parted, I placed a set of headphones over her ears. I had taken the industrial style earmuffs that hunters or airline personnel use when directing planes, the kind that make it so that you hear nothing at all. I had drilled tiny holes in them so that I could run wire thru them and I had put ear buds in them, so if I spoke into a microphone, she could hear me just fine, but if I stood next to her and yelled, she might be able to just hear a little noise. She was sealed off from the sound world, and next I placed a blindfold mask over her eyes. She couldn’t see or hear. She was strapped to a chair/table and her pussy and asshole were both exposed to the world.
I turned to Tess, “Its time to kiss your friend goodnight.” I said smiling and pointing at her pussy. “Just one good kiss and we can all go to sleep.” Tess stood there defiant but slightly hollow. “Tessie, I’m giving you one last chance before something bad happens, and all you have to do is get on your hands and knees like a dog, now, and crawl over here to kiss your friend on her asshole and pussy. Just a quick lick on either will do just fine, angel.” She didn’t move. I was quite surprised. “Sweetheart, you really don’t get it do you? You WILL start obeying me or your friend WILL suffer. This isn’t a game anymore. Now comes a taste of just what this is about.”
I walked over to a shelf and picked up two large canning jars that looked partly black inside. It was pure coincidence that the mouth of the jar was just large enough to fit one of Ashley’s breasts inside. I unscrewed the lids and quickly flipped the jars over placing her breasts inside. In a few short moments, Ashley began screaming and thrashing as hard as she could. Tess moved closer and saw the little ants inside the jars crawling over her friend’s tits, leaving trails of bite marks. Ashley screamed and screamed. Tess quickly got on her knees and did as she was told. Her head moved closer to her friend’s bucking crotch. Tess stuck her tongue out and ran it around her friend’s asshole, then ran it up and down her friend’s slit and quickly backed up. “Ok! OK!” she pleaded, “I DID it! Stop hurting her!” I pulled the jars off quickly, brushing all the ants back into the jars and resealed them. Ashley’s breasts were covered with little red bumps.
“All you had to do was exactly what I said. Next time they could be poisonous.” I said. I rolled a pitifully sobbing Ashley into one of the more bizarre metal bar cages. It was large enough to roll her in long ways and when I shut the door near her feet, her feet stuck out of the cage, bringing her pussy almost right next to the bars. In fact, the bars perfectly framed her holes. It was a large enough gap in the bars so that I could put my hand in there and finger her, but I had other things in mind.
Joe was coming down the stairs with one of my German Shepherds. A beautiful dog it is. He brought down Doc. The smarter of the dogs. Jock and Doc. Jock, because he’s more aggressive and plays and fights more. Doc, because he’s smarter and more docile. Joe did a good job of picking Doc for the night. I put some thick socks and leg warmers on Ashley so her legs wouldn’t get cold during the night. Tess’s eyes got wide seeing the dog and having no idea what it was there for. I had already trained the dogs for what was about to happen tonight. But not even Joe or Dom knew what was going to happen. I placed, what looked like a glorified hamster water bottle with wires running to it, on top of the cage, right over Ashley’s pussy. Everyone just stared on wondering what was going to happen. I plugged the dispenser into a port on my computer, and plugged the headphones into the headphone jack. Then I clicked and ran a program that I had created. This was more my area. Computers and nerdery. From the computer speakers came a beautiful chime of a Tibetan Bell. The sound was clear and reverberating. The sound also went to Ashley’s headphones. At the same time the dispenser measured out a small amount of a special thin jelly I had made that the dogs loved. It wasn’t thick enough to retain its shape, but it wasn’t liquid enough to run down her pussy onto the table. But as soon as the dog heard the bell, Doc darted for the side of the cage with the legs, and started licking at the jelly. For 30 seconds, Ashley squirmed around not knowing exactly what was going on, and with the leg warmers and socks she couldn’t feel that it was a dog doing this. But I think she had a good idea because no human tongue could possibly do what that dog was doing to her. One second it was wide and flat, lapping at her cunt like it was licking water from a bowl, and the next it was curled and hard trying to get into the inner recesses of its new feeding bowl. It took Doc about 30 seconds to finish the jelly and as trained and planned, the computer speakers made a short ding sound that Ashley couldn’t hear. Doc was trained that when that he heard that short ding sound he was to leave the cage alone and stay away from it, until he heard the Tibetan Bell sound again. I stood and marveled and everyone else was shocked. “God I love my dogs.” I exclaimed flatly. Tess turned and looked horrified at me. I decided to explain.
“Tessie, you see, the dog stays down here, and your friend stays down here. Every 20 minutes that bell sounds and she gets eaten out for about 30 seconds then the dog leaves. After several days of this, she’ll probably be completely psychotic. Oh we’ll schedule breaks so she can eat and drink. But she stays strapped in and the dogs stay with her. She’s a fucking bitch and now she’s going to be treated like one. If you’re a bitch, you get fucked by dogs. But that’ll be another day. I can guarantee you though, that when we’re done with this ‘treatment’ for the rest of her life, if she ever hears that bell sound again, no matter where she is, or who she’s around, say her brother, she’ll start gushing, expecting to be eaten out at any time and she might just be so lust-filled she’ll do anything to get off. That’s all theory but I guess we’ll see soon enough. It might take her being in there for a week or two. But we’ve got a whole month and I WILL have my Pavlov Pussy ready by then. It’s a great experiment that she’ll get to live with for the rest of her life.” Tess looked completely mortified at my revelation but I could almost swear for a second or two as she was looking at me, there was a little hint of interest in her stare.
“Now, guys, lets head upstairs. Oh, Joe, fuck, take that video camera out of the van. I forgot we had it there, bring it down here. This will be classic underground internet porn for years to come!” Joe bounded off up the steps and Dom was staring at Ashley’s glistening cunt. “Come on Tess, let’s go upstairs and get you ready for bed. Dom, do what you want, just don’t touch her. We want the only things happening to her are those dings and getting eaten out. But feel free to jack off looking at her. She’s hot. I’m glad we’ve got her finally.”
Dom smiled and walked over, opening one of the toolboxes and pulled out some Kleenex. “Happy whackin!” I said as I lead Tess up the stairs, staring hungrily at her swaying ass peeking out from the risen hem of her skirt.
Chapter
Five – Brown
Tess crested the basement stairs and I walked a stair step or two behind. After Tess took a few steps away from the stairs, she just kinda stood there, unsure of where to go or what to do. I walked up behind her and put my head near her shoulder, breathing in the smell of fear, apprehension, and the afore mentioned Herbal Essences + girl hair.
I spoke softly, “Second door on the left, angel.” She walked docile and sedate, like a cow unknowingly being herded into an abattoir. I was sizing her up from behind. Flowing curves from the top of her head, to the pale skin of her shoulders with sharp, pink spaghetti straps. Arms that were soft and feminine, with a waist and hips that I could fall asleep running an idle finger over. She was perfect. And She Was Mine Now.
She opened the door of the master bedroom and as I crossed the threshold behind her, she spun suddenly; fist closed, and decked me as hard as she could. It was so utterly unexpected. If I hadn’t been buzzed from the Jager and SoCo, I might’ve taken it harder. But as it was, I had been lost fantasizing about how innocent this girl was, and there she goes and punches me. I HAD kidnapped her I guess, but honestly, I just stood there dumbfounded. The punch didn’t hurt much, although I was sure I’d feel it later, but I just started laughing. I don’t know where it came from but I couldn’t stop laughing, and that made her all the more mad. She knew she couldn’t run; far at least, due to the collar. She was, however, frantically looking around trying to find some sort of weapon or a phone I was guessing. But I just couldn’t stop laughing.
Then she saw the phone. She took off towards the other side of the room, scrambling over the bed and to the desk. I laughed all the more and I’ll tell you why in a second. She looked at me frantically and grabbed the receiver. It was one of the older beige touch-tone models with the twirled cord running to the separate receiver that sat on top. She snatched up the phone part of it, put the receiver to her ear, and started to dial 911. She hit the 9 key, and the trap was sprung. From my angle, once she hit that 9, she had time for a short squeely scream, and she jolted to the floor, spasming for a second and she was out cold.
I laughed for another minute or two, my stomach hurting by this point and tears blooming at the junction of my eyes and nose. I hadn’t had phone service in years thanks to the global marvel of cell phones. But for this occasion, I had invested in a fake phone with a small generator inside that would generate enough electricity to stun someone. I guessed because the receiver was at her head, it scrambled her brains a bit. I never had the balls to try it out myself though, but I knew that if anyone got free in the house and tried to find a phone, that would be absolutely perfect. Now she wouldn’t trust any device in the house used for communicating with the outside world.
See, you can tell women not to do something. But if they’ve got a mind to do it, they’re going to do it regardless. The old, you can lead some type of animal to water, but you can’t force them to drink. So, I just skipped telling her not to use the phone, and let her knock herself out. Priceless.
I checked her pulse because I started to worry, but she was fine. Thanks 7th grade health class for giving me the know-how to check a pulse. But, since she was out, I thought this the perfect time to do some “cleaning.”
I dragged her into the master bathroom and laid her across another bench-type device. I laid her across it, stomach-down, and buckled a strap securing her around the chest area of her back. Then I buckled her hands to the base. Her ass was half-exposed from the skirt riding up and I took my time buckling a strap around each thigh around the knee. I flipped her skirt up and tucked the underside out of the way exposing the most gorgeous pale bottom I’ve ever seen. Apparently from the small tangles of hair on her backside and pussy, she was a brunette.
I pushed the bench over near the toilet, effectively putting her ass right over the bowl. I put a type of splash-guard that I had fashioned, behind her, angling into the toilet. I then brought out my best enema bags. Best? Ok, it’s a re-usable enema bag. They don’t really make them stylish. I filled two bags up with warm water and walked into the closet to get the nozzle I had made.
Wanting to kill several birds with one proverbial stone, I had taken a small butt plug and drilled a hole thru it. Then I ran the nozzle for the enema bag thru it, so that not only would it plug, it would also allow the cleansing waters from the bag to flow thru. Lubing up the butt plug, I slowly began inserting it into Tess’s anus. I was surprised she didn’t wake up then, but, no matter. Once it was seated firmly inside her, I attached the hose for the enema to the butt plug/nozzle and started the flow. The first bag went in easy, I guess because she wasn’t aware of what was happening. When it emptied, I unhooked the first hose and set up the second. That too flowed fairly easily. This is way too easy when there is no muscle control or fighting. After the second bag emptied, I closed off the back of the plug so no water could escape.
She began to stir, and I backed up and put on a raincoat. This was going to be messy in the sort of way that only garbage men and sewer cleaners know about. She began to wake up and started moaning at first. Then came the more guttural grunts and groans of a person with half a gallon of water swishing around in their intestines. When she fully came about she was grunting and breathing shallow.
“What…<pant pant> did ...<pant> you do...<pant pant> to me?”
“Well, you kindof did that you yourself. Many things are not what they seem here, and that phone was one of them. It was just a small jolt of electricity. You were the dumbass that decided to put it next to your head. But that’s neither here nor there. Now at the current moment, if that was what you meant, you’ve got two quarts of a great watery cleaning solution plugged up in your ass. And naturally, to keep it in, there’s a small butt plug in there.”
“Oh my <pant> god it hurts so <pant> baaaad!”
“Yeah that’s just abdominal cramping; you should have been used to that silly what with becoming a “woman” and all.” And I slapped her ass. “So what have we learned tonight? Hmm? We’ve learned that if you don’t do exactly like I say, bad things happen. And if you think you’re smart, I’ve probably already thought of it first, and bad things happen. So… you know… just try to be good huh? Is it really that hard? I don’t think so. But, now its time to unplug you, I’m sure you’ll be happy to get all that water out of you.”
I went to pull the plug and stopped. I hadn’t thought of this actually. If I pulled the plug out, I’d probably get shit all over my hands. I grabbed some dental floss and wrapped it around the flared end of the plug, and with firm pressure and her grunting and squealing for help, the plug popped out like a champagne cork and a flood of dark yellow liquid spurted out. The more that gushed out, the darker brown the color until it looked almost black. She was mortified and elated at the same time. The cramping was stopping but she was shitting in front of someone else, and not only that, she was shitting horizontally. The stream sprayed out hitting the splashguard and rushing harmlessly into the toilet. You’ll never look at a half-gallon the same once you’ve seen that much fluid gushing out of someone’s ass.
She was grunting and breathing heavy for about 20 minutes until the spasms subsided. Her backside was a complete mess. I unbuckled her and she laid there for another minute, spent. While she was lying there, I walked over and turned on the bathwater. A hot bath always does me good on a rough day. Of course, I’ve never been kidnapped, electrocuted twice, been forced to lick my friends asshole, or had someone forcibly clean me out with two quarts of water. But a hot bath couldn’t hurt. I got a wet washcloth and tried to wash off some of the mess and she just laid there.
“You’ve got 30 minutes to take your bath. Make sure you shave… everything. I’ll get you some clothes that you’ll be wearing to bed with me tonight. If you are good and don’t try anything stupid, I can promise you a friendly bed tonight with no surprises. Now I doubt you’ll ever hear me say that again for the duration of your stay, but tonight, its sleep time. So, enjoy it. It could be the last peaceful time you’ll have here.”
I walked out the door to the bedroom, turned and locked the bathroom. It has two key-locks, one for the inside and one for the outside. After locking her in the bathroom, I headed downstairs. An hour or so had passed since I left Joe and Dom. There’s no telling what they’ve been up to. I walk to the bar and fix another drink and head down into the basement.
It smells 2 parts pussy, and 1 part each dog and man juice. Joe’s in one corner and Dom’s in another corner, each with several Kleenexes at their feet. Apparently they decided to turn their jackoff session into a marathon.
“It’s a marathon, not a sprint dumbfucks.”
“Shut up fucker!” spouted Dom, “We don’t get our own special toy like you do, we have to share this one and we can’t even touch her. What the fuck man?”
“Dom, I promise, once this experiment is over, you’ll love me for it, and you’ll get to keep her in your bed some nights training her on exactly how you like to be given head. Start thinking of fun things to do with her and soon enough, you’ll get her.”
A grunt came from over in Joe’s corner, followed by an audible sigh,
“Finish off another one?” I said in his direction.
“Its like I’m back in middle school and I found my first porn. I really CAN’T stop jacking off. You never know when you’re gonna get another chance like this man?!”
Another Chime of the bell. Doc lopped up lazily to between Ashley’s thighs and began licking and lapping at the jelly. She was bucking her hips wildly in the dogs face. At first I thought maybe that was all she had to gesture with to tell the dog to go away, but then the bucking became more rhythmic with an ever-increasing tempo. Like it or not, her body was taking over. Her brain had probably checked out after three or four bells. No telling what she’d be doing by morning on no sleep, and no chance of getting off.
She started in with the begging that only accompanies a woman who has drowned in lust and raw sexuality, never to come up again. “Please… please… please…” she continued, her mantra, for another 20 seconds until the second bell chimed. And she began crying. Frustration had set in and she was well on her way to becoming exactly what I wanted her to be. She would know a few days of arousal with no relief, in these extreme conditions. Hopefully it would be traumatic enough to scar her for life. She would be the perfect slave. She would have suffered with desire to know never to let anyone else suffer the same fate. She would become the ultimate whore, living to please anyone who expressed a need. She had suffered and knew what it was like, and with any luck, she would never let another suffer the same. Which was exactly what I was hoping for; a complete slave slut.
I walked up to her cage and saw the bitter tears of sexual frustration slowly cascading down. She hated herself for wanting to get off so bad, but her body was sending her signals that this was something she needed just like air or water, she HAD to get off. I looked down at her pussy. A puddle had formed under her where dog saliva and pussy juice had fallen discarded. The lips were a bright pink. I would have to be careful not to chaff them. That might threaten to ruin this experiment if it hurt with the dog licking her. I couldn’t wait to get to fuck her. How often do you get a 16 year old girl naked and fuckable? Never since you were about 19. Or maybe 24 for you dirty old lucky bastards. I know who you are.
I left her side, gave Joe and Dom a wink and we exchanged “goodnights” and I was off to my bedroom.
I got up to the bathroom and unlocked it. Luckily, she had taken my advice and was seated, reclining in the bathtub. I opened the door and she lay there, cocking an eye open in my direction to see what I was going to do. I pulled up a chair and smiled, soaking in the sights. Her breasts were full, hiding just beneath the water’s surface. Well built neck with small pools of water forming around her collarbones. Her hair was wet and washed and stringing down her face. The makeup was gone, and apparently so was her sense of shame. I guess if you’ve shit in front of a guy, you’d probably have no qualms being in a bath tub with him there. She seemed to blush slightly as I looked down into the depths of the water, trying to catch a glimpse of the secrets there.
“How’s the washing going?”
“Fine. Feels good to be in the water, and not have the water be in me. How’s your jaw?”
I laughed. “Fine. Feels good to know that you’re not one of those pussy bitches who’s gonna cave from a few traumatic experiences.”
She laughed. I got up and went to the closet and pulled out this adorable, sheer black negligee with purple trim. It would be tight on her, but that was ok, I could live with that.
Why do I have women’s clothing in my closet? Hey, don’t judge me… you’re the one reading about it… what does that say about you? That’s right. NO judgments here. Just because I might like the feel of silk on my pretty skin and… eh never mind…
I brought the negligee out and placed it on the chair. “There are some lotions under the sink; I will expect you out of the bathroom in 10 minutes. Don’t take this temporary kindness for weakness. Know that I’ll have no problem whipping you till you bleed or letting the dogs have their way with you or turning my comrades loose on you. Tragic things are in the air, and you never know when I might think its time you learn a lesson. You now have 8 minutes. Don’t make me start the lessons now.”
I turned and undressed and hopped in the shower, washing off the day and the sweat. I was out in 4 minutes and she was putting lotion on her legs. When she stood up I drank her in. The negligee was stitched just below the breasts and while not supporting, certainly accentuated just exactly where they were. It barely came down and covered her freshly shaved slit, but it did cover enough to make you wonder and let your mind wander as to what lie underneath. Fortunately, since this was my place and she was my toy, I wouldn’t have to wander for too long.
I toweled off and threw on some boxers and motioned us into bed. I hopped in and she lay down next to me, trying to not touch.
“Just remember, don’t try anything stupid. Things aren’t what you expect here, so don’t try being smart or trying to escape. Just be good and let’s sleep.”
After about 5 minutes or so, I slid her close and we spooned falling asleep.
Chapter 6 – First Fuck
I woke up with my face in her hair. It was going to be a great day. I got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom for a piss. There was still a little bit of shit on the floor from cleaning out Tess the night before. This reminded me of one of the earlier devices I had made for this occasion. I walked into my closet and made sure I still had it. Good. We’ll get to that later. I walked back into my bedroom and pulled the covers off Tess onto the floor. It was about 58 degrees Fahrenheit in the house at the moment and the second I pulled the covers off, her skin pebbled and she started squirming, cold. I prefer sleeping in an ice cave; it makes me happier when I’m under the covers.
After removing her covers, I turned the A/C to Heat to bring the temperature of the house back up a bit.
“You asshole… you could have just woken me up instead of taking my covers you son of a...” and in mid sentence I was across the room and slapped her hard on her freezing ass. “OW! What the fuck?”
“I told you not to mistake kindness for weakness. We are not buddies or lovers or friends. Remember the situation you’re in. You are my submissive little toy, and I am your master. You got that?”
“Ha, the way you were cuddling me last night suggests something different, either you’re a pussy of a kidnapper, or you’re gay.”
I was floored. I couldn’t believe she was talking to me like this. Was she just ASKING to be hurt? The things going thru my mind were on par with divine retribution, wrath of god type things. I was about to grab her and fuck the shit out of when I stopped myself. I was the one in charge here and I was not going to let her take control by pushing me over the edge.
“Take off your top, and lay on your back right now.” I commanded.
She looked at me like I wasn’t a threat to her at all. I crossed the room to my desk and opened a drawer. I took out a small remote control-looking device, turned back to Tess, and smiled. There were 10 buttons on it numbered 0-9 like a TV remote. There were several other buttons on it, but I’ll be getting to those later. I pressed the number 2 button and there were two sharp pops from Tess’ collar and a squeal from her mouth. I gave her my best level stare, a sort of Clint Eastwood type stare just begging her to make my fucking day. She slowly started to move, and I pressed the number 3, and in quick succession, three sharp, pops hit her. She screamed and quickly threw off her top and laid on her back on the bed, panting a little bit and eyeing me a bit more warily.
“You thought that collar was just a proximity thing? Oh no, angel, it’s much more than that. Every morning there will be an inspection. Every night there will be an inspection. Any other time I tell you its time for an inspection, this is what you are to do. If you are in bed, you lay flat and spread eagle. Arms up and out, pointing to the bed posts. Legs spread out pointing to the bed posts. You will stay in the position until I tell you otherwise. Is that understood?” I barked in a quasi-drill sergeant cadence. She looked at me and didn’t speak. “When I ask you a question or speak to you, you WILL answer!” I pressed the three again and she screamed again and said “YES!” I pressed the 2 button emitting a lesser squeal, and said “Yes Master, or Yes Sir, will be the answers I am looking for.”
“Yes sir” she said sheepishly.
I began the inspection. With the cold air hitting her skin, all the hairs on her body were standing on end so I could see that she had not done what I asked last night. Apparently shave everything meant leave a landing strip.
“Do I look like an airplane?” She looked confused. “I don’t need a god-damned landing strip to land my plane. I told you last night to shave everything and you leave me with not only one of the most half-assed shaving jobs in history, but you shaved it into the damn landing strip. Let me tell you something about landing strips. They’re absolutely useless. Your pussy hair is not art. It gets in the way and it fucks up my game when I’m down there. I don’t want to stop and spit out hair for 2 minutes when you’re finally “almost there.” You shave your hair so that that doesn’t happen. But when you leave a landing strip, great, now I’ve got pubes rubbing up in my nose, that’s real fuckin awesome.” I switched gears. “Roll over.” She looked at me confused again and I raised the remote. She flipped over really quick and kept the spread eagle pose. I was impressed and disappointed at the same time. I was hoping to shock her again. I spread her ass cheeks apart and heard her gasp in, not knowing what was next. “Yes, just as I was hoping. Did you just forget you have ass-hair? Or did you not think ‘everything’ meant ‘EV-RE-THING’? Tessie, this is going to be a great day. I’m glad you could make it. Now stand up.”
She rolled over out of bed and stood up, slouching. “No, Tessie, even though you are a slave, you’re still a statuesque goddess. Pull your shoulders back and stand up straight. You have a gorgeous figure, and everyone’s going to get to see it, so you should start being proud of it. You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen.” She started blushing slightly. “Your nipples aren’t too long or short; your areolas are just dark enough that they’re still pink but not brown. Not that there’s anything wrong with brown areolas. My last girlfriend’s were brown and pretty. I loved them, but yours fit you perfectly.” I reached up and placed my right hand on her left breast. She just stood there and looked defiantly into my eyes but her cheeks had the red tinge of deep embarrassment. “See, they fit my hand perfectly. Anything more than a handful, is a waste.” I had the pad of my thumb on her areola, and I idly had it circling her nipple as I spoke. “See, from your chest you have a pretty flat stomach. Its not solid muscle by any means, but you know what, I love meat on the bones and you’ve got a healthy amount of that.” My thumb kept circling a hard nipple by now. “And from there you’ve got those luscious hips that flair out just a bit.” I put my other hand on her hip and ran it up and down that exponential curve. I kept circling with my thumb; her eyelids were fluttering slightly like she was struggling not to become aroused. “And from there we have my favorite part, your pussy.” Her cheeks bloomed color like a field of roses. “See, I never understood why women were so ashamed of their pussies. This is one of the most beautiful parts of your body, but you girls are always trying to hide it. Guys have about 250 different names for their dick. Women would rather not even talk about it. This is a problem and I aim to break you of this habit. I’m sort of a forceful Dr. Phil, you see. I’m going to spot flaws, and we’re going to fix them. And one of your flaws is that you’re ashamed of this area down here.” And with that I slid my hand from her hip down to her crotch. “Now, spread your legs a little.” She complied, trying to breathe even and calm, but the heat coming from her pussy said otherwise. “It’s hard to imagine that just last night we were in this same position almost. I had a hand on your pussy. It’s so warm and wet; do you know what that does to guys? It’s like an open-invitation saying ‘everything’s ready, the hot tub has been preheated, hop on in, it’s go time!’” Lightening quick, I spun her around so that her ass was pressed against my boxers. I had my left arm up near her throat, with that hand playing idly with one of her tits. My right hand had snaked down to her snatch, where it was taking full advantage of the situation. It was slowly rubbing up and down on the outsides of her pussy lips. I hadn’t touched the center yet. I began speaking into her ear softly but firm, rhythmic, like a hypnotic suggestion, like I was trying to reach a deep part of her to fix her, “You have the body of a goddess and you’re not ashamed to be naked.” My middle finger was running rhythmically up and down the crevice created by the inside of her leg and her pubic region, first one inner-leg, then tracing over her mound, thru the landing strip, to the other side. “It makes you feel complete and happy to make others happy.” Her eyes were closed, lost in the moment, soaking it all in, marinating in the touch of another. “You deserve to be the center of attention in a room of men. You are a diamond, sparkling and shining.” My index and middle fingers and shifted positions to slowly begin rubbing up and down on the tops of her pussy lips. I had not dared enter yet. Slowly, up and down the lips. There were hints of parting them. A slow moving one open to the side and letting it return, stroking it, stimulating it, and then moving the other one open, a slight draft brushing against the wet inside. “You belong to me, and I have complete control over you, complete protection over you. You are safe as long as I say you are safe, and you want to keep me happy because it makes you happy.” Her breathing was becoming deep, but not even. My fingers, positioned on the outside, were starting to become moist, the honey pot was overflowing. “The happier I am, the happier I’ll make you. I am your master and I will take care of you. You will expand your experiences here, and not all of them pleasant. But you will love it because it makes me happy” Her hips started moving, trying to press harder on my hand. The hand that wasn’t on her pussy began tracing around her neck and collarbones. Tracing the undersides of her ripe globes. Tracing the perky nipples extending. “You will love sex, and you will eagerly aim to succeed at every task I instruct you to do. Every night if you have been good, you will get to fall asleep with me and whatever tortures of the day will melt away.” My finger found the center and I slowly parted the world and entered therein. Slowly sliding, fingering the insides of her lips. Her breath was coming ragged now, irregular, and dripping with lust. Her perfume hung strong in the air and we were breathing it in. My finger found the entrance and began circling it; hesitant to enter. Not out of fear, out of design. Her hips were moving, her body language was motioning ‘please fuck me’ but her mind and mouth were too far involved in the feelings. “You are a goddess and you will walk around proud of being hot enough not to need clothing. You are a perfect creation.” I began slowly walking us over to the bed, my finger slowly entering her a little bit at a time, then retreating. At every retreat, a small sigh of disappointment. With a finger half inside, I eased her on the bed, her eyes closed almost relaxed. She was in another world where the only thing that mattered was what was happening to her body. Touch and hearing were the only senses that mattered here. I began kissing that tender area where her neck met her shoulders. I kissed my way down to the tops of her breasts as I eased off my boxers. My hands found her arms and I raised them above her head, subtly trapping her wrists in one of my hands, pinned to the bed. Her head was lolling back and forth to music only she heard in her head. My tongue circled her nipple and my teeth gentle tugged at her bud. My knee parted her legs and I eased between them. “You find completeness in me being between your legs.” I poised the tip of my penis at the entrance. “You find fullness at me being inside you. Right now you are incomplete and unfulfilled.” I slowly eased my rod into her, feeling the tip slide past the secret entrance. It gripped like a glove and she gasped in sharply, holding her breath as I continued kissing her neck. I took my time easing into her, and at any sharp or subtle jerk, I paused for a second to allow her to adjust. With 7inches inside her, I continued. “You are now complete and full. Feel how full you are and how satisfied you are. This is the happiest moment of your life because you feel so good to me. You’re so warm and wet and ready for me. This is the way I like you.” I slowly pulled my dick back to where the tip was still just inside, and I began sliding it in and out of her. Sword to the hilt, then back out to the tip, running the length of her sheath, stretching her until she fit like a perfect glove. Her hands started struggling softly against my entrapment and she looked up at me with passion-filled eyes. Her hands couldn’t escape my grasp so she started begging between gasps and moans.
“Oh, mmm, god, please fuck me harder. Oh right there… that’s good, right there.”
I slowly picked up the pace, and her hands struggled more frantic to break free. I was lost in the sensation of my cock being held so tight that she got free and her hands shot down to cup my ass, drawing me tighter and harder inside her, her black finger-nails digging into my ass, hard, probably drawing blood. Thru gritted teeth from the pain in my ass, I dropped my head down and started nipping at her neck. Her hands found my back and with her sharp gasps she began clawing into my back. I growled and bit her shoulder hard, pulling up a bit and releasing. Teeth marks deep. She squealed in pain and pleasure, and started moaning.
“Oh god… oh god… I’m coming!” With that, I latched my teeth firm and sharp on her neck, sucking hard enough to cause pain, and with the loudest moan/scream I’ve ever heard, while I continued driving into her, she came so hard, clawing my back to bleeding. I had a few more minutes left in me; I knew my time was coming though. Still inside her, I pulled her legs up, extended in the air, her ankles by my ears. I flipped her sideways, then onto her knees, my cock rotating inside her the whole time, stretching her in new ways. My hands grabbed hard on her hips, and I pounded hard. The loud slapping of her ass on my thighs could probably be heard thru the house.
“God you feel so fucking good!” I said.
“Ah god, you’re filling me up inside, I’ve never been this full!” was her response.
I bunched her hair up into a ponytail held by my hand. I took a peek around her side and saw her breasts swinging seductively in time with my thrusts. I pulled slowly on her hair, pulling her head back. She started bucking more feverishly and frantic, “OH my god I’m coming again!! OH GOOOOOOD” and with that, I gave her everything I had, pulling her hair, slapping her ass as hard as I could, then I grabbed her hips and plowed into her like a fucking animal.
Her pussy tightened hard around my cock and I came. Her pussy was pulsating and contracting so hard, it almost hurt. She milked every last drop of cum I had. And I just collapsed on top of her, my face in her hair, her breathing hard under me, my tool slowly contracting and sliding out of her. I was seeing spots and I’m sure she was too. We couldn’t move, we just laid there, panting hard.
Chapter 7 – First Crack at Pavlov’s Pussy
After laying next to Tess for what was probably 20 minutes in silence, I stood up and walked to the bathroom to wash up. When I returned, Tess had put back on her negligee. I cocked an eyebrow disapprovingly as she looked at me. “I don’t believe I said anything about covering up. I told you we had to break you of a few habits didn’t I? One of those is your goddamn Americanized injection of shame and fear of being naked. I guess when you create a country because your religion isn’t strict enough on all the ‘fun things’, this is what you get. No matter. Go ahead and take that back off though and place it on the pillow. You will be walking around naked for a few days.” She gasped and scowled at me like that was going to do anything to fix her situation. When I eyed her unwaveringly, she slowly took off the negligee again. Her arms crossed and she grasped the bottom hem of it, then pulled it up over her head; her tits sliding out of the fabric and bouncing slightly as the negligee passed her neck and over her head.
“Now, along with being naked all the time here, if anyone asks to see your pussy, you will let them. You will spread your legs a little, lean back slightly, take your hands and open your lips so they get a nice view. This is mandatory and any of those guys down there can punish you and I promise you, they’re a bit more savage and unrefined in their punishments and it basically just devolves into some sort of fuckfest with you not getting any lube. Got it?” She groaned. “Good. So, whenever they ask to see your pussy, you’ll be happy to show them. Also, any other things they ask for, you’ll be happy to help. If they want to see your asshole, bend over and spread your cheeks, not moving until they say you can. If they want blowjobs or anything else, you’ll be happy to comply. If they start touching you or doing anything else to you, you let them; you are here for our amusement and pleasure and balking at any request or flinching from any touch is grounds for punishment. There’s a fine-lined agreement that they wont fuck you as long as you “Comply” with everything they ask. So if you don’t want their skank, furry asses pounding into you with who knows what sorts of diseases, I’d suggest you do whatever the fuck they say.” Ok, my boys didn’t have diseases, but if she thought they might, she’d be more apt NOT to disobey them, therefore NOT getting fucked by them, therefore she’d still be my little special toy. Plus, I didn’t want to fuck a girl my boys had done.
“So, let’s practice. Tessie show me your box.” She slowly rose from the bed, but not fast enough. I started walking over to the remote and she jumped up and did as I asked. It was pretty hot. She was leaning back with one hand hinting at parting her lips. “No, I said throw open the curtains so all the boys and girls can see light in the fuckroom. Part those hot pussylips girl! Don’t be afraid or hesitant, they’re going to love it! Get over that fear and shame of being a sexual beast! The Baby Jesus doesn’t cry every time you get aroused! Now spread ‘em.” She hesitantly reached both hands down and opened the gateway between flaccid, and hard as a rock. Her face and even her neck were a bit flush with embarrassment and shame. It’d take a while to break her of that. But I had that time and I was willing to be patient. Plus, the blushes were adorable. “Good, now lets head down and see the boys. Make sure not to try to cover anything up. Remember, you’re a goddess. Walk like you’re a queen and we’re all your peasants. But just remember too that you’re still our bitch and do whatever we ask and things will go smooth.”
We walked out of my room and down the stairs to the basement. I was anxious to see what was going on down here. Joe and Dom were passed out in their respective corners. Drunk boxers too exhausted to move after round 10. But, that is a lot of masturbation. My plans were still carrying thru. The dings, the dog, the girl going insane. Perfection. Doc looked exhausted, but from his less than reputable training (BE NICE TO DOGS!) he was afraid not to fulfill his part of the deal. So on every ding, he’d get up a little slower each time, but he’d always make it over to Ashley’s pussy to at least attempt to lap up the sweet jelly. Judging by the large puddle, she either got off a few times, or the dog was eating less and less of the stuff. Doc had pissed in yet another corner of the room, and shat there as well. These dumbasses apparently passed out long before the middle of the night to take the dog out. Ashley was mumbling incoherently.
That’s the worst part of this exercise, I imagine, for her is that she doesn’t know when it’s going to end. If you have something to shoot for, you can usually psyche yourself into enduring and staying strong. If you can keep telling yourself, “Only x more miles of running, or x more minutes of this or that”, it keeps you strong and you can endure. Not knowing… that’s the real bitch of it all. The bell rang again and Doc lopped over to the girl’s cage. When the bell first began, her hips started bucking. I was amazed, she must be extremely weak minded. Oh yeah, she was wearing Abercrombie when we first showed up, of course she was weak-minded. But, I also marveled at a few other things. She was basically trying to get as much stimulation as she could in the short time she could get it, so she started bucking even before the dog got there so that hopefully she could catch him as soon as he did get there. Very bizarre. And the other thing was that her pussy looked fine. No chaffing or angry redness. I guess an unplanned side effect of that being a jelly-like texture was that it sort of lubricated and protected. That made me happy because I knew I could leave her to these dogs eating her out much longer than I expected.
As the dog left the scene to return to his resting area, I walked up to the cage. I was wrong, all that wetness wasn’t her cumming. Well at least not all of it. Apparently from the smell, she had pissed herself somewhere during the night. I laughed out loud, waking up Dom. I had forgotten to let her use the restroom. Oh well, it didn’t bother me any. I went to the computer and stopped the program.
Dom spoke up, “Whoa man, I cant believe I passed out down here.” He stood and turned to look at the naked Tessie and he yelled, “HOLY SHIT that’s hot!” causing a blush from Tess and her hands started going to cover things, but luckily she looked at me and saw the angry concern in my eyes and her hands shot to her sides. Being stubborn and headstrong has its uses if you get them stubborn to do something that you want. With Dom yelling, Joe woke up, looked over at the still mumbling girl on the table, and over to the rest of us and the naked Tess. His eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas, like he had just received the 6 foot G.I. Joe aircraft carrier from Santa. Bright eyed and with a spring in his step he almost skipped over to our side of the basement. We all just stared down at the white stains on the front of his jeans; a few squares of toilet paper clinging to the teeth of his open zipper. He reeked of jizz, that salty sweet, half-nauseating smell hanging like a heavy cloud around him.
Joe asked, “Can I… can I touch her?” His hands were clenching and unclenching in eager apprehension. “Go shower first, and as long as you remember our agreement, it’s going to be a fun day.” I replied.
We heard bucking coming from the cage. “Wow, her inner clock says its been 20 minutes and she’s getting ready for another licking. That’s absolutely unbelievable. I guess we did leave her in that cage for about 12 to 14 hours. That’s what… 36 to 42 miserable sets of 30 seconds. I still don’t think its enough to permanently do the damage we’re looking for, but its only the first day!” I said to Dom. He responded smiling, “You should have heard some of the things coming out of her mouth before we passed out. I mean, I don’t think I’ve heard whores beg and plead as well even when they’re being paid substantially. She was begging like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Then she just kinda started mumbling after a while.”
“Dom, I have a new idea. I’m going to need your help for part of the morning. That chair over there, with the metal dildo we attached, you know, the one we named the ass punishment chair? I remember reading a story online sortof like this, but we need to hook up one of the generators to it. For the next few days we’ll alternate her on being licked, and being shocked. She’ll sit in the chair and we’ll find a new sound. This pussy thing worked so well I wonder if we can automate a few other body functions. We’ll set her on the chair and strap her in so she’ll have that dildo in her ass. We’ll hook the generator to the underside of the dildo, and every time she hears whatever sound it is, the dildo shocks the inside of her ass!” I exclaimed.
“Dude, Drew, I mean I’m all for hurting this bitch, but whats the point of that other than being funny for a little while and mostly just making her scream and squirm?” Dom had a good point until I let him in on the secret.
“Did you see how well just this short time with the pussy thing is going? What if every time she hears the ass noise, her sphincters spasm as if anticipating getting shocked?? Can you imagine how fucking good that’ll feel when you’re in her ass. You’d basically have complete control of how you were fucked. As you’re plowing into her you can make the noise and her asshole is basically going to give you an instant cock-massage! I dunno, it might be fun to try.”
“Drew, I’m tired of jacking off, I wanna fuck something. And that something needs to be that bitch laying on that table that I’ve been thinking about and staring at all night.”
“Alright man, lets get her out of the cage, you want to take her to your room or do her here or…?”
“My room sounds good.”
We walked up to the cage, avoiding the piss puddle, opened the cage door, and wheeled her out. I removed the headphones and blindfold and gasped. I had never seen such crazy eyes. Bloodshot from being up all night, unfocused staring off somewhere I would never go, and completely drained. This was… AWESOME! I snapped my fingers in front of her face several times and her gaze became a little more focused on me and the snapping fingers. She looked priceless. I looked at Dom and looked over at the video camera that had long-since run out of film. He walked over next to the video camera and picked up the digital camera and snapped a few shots of this 16 year old girl, legs in the air and parted, her pussy wet and dripping.
“Alright man, lets get her unstrapped and up to your room.” Dom smiled happily and we began undoing straps and buckles, twisted knobs, and brought her laying down position back up to a sitting one. On either side of her, we helped her stand up. I don’t think she was mentally with us at this point, but that’s ok, less struggle. Her legs were stiff and still bent almost in a sitting position. We helped her walk around the room. It was kinda cute when we walked near Tess, who’s eyes were welling up with tears at seeing her friend in this shape, and Ashley smiled weakly at Tess. Tessie did that cute girl-thing where even though you’re kindof crying, you still try to smile sweetly and it krinkles up your eyes knocking a few tears loose. So you get that perfect duality, crying and smiling.
We walked her around a few more times and her legs were loose enough that we could walk her up the stairs. “I’d suggest you let her shit first, she’s probably got quite the crap on-deck.”
Dom smiled and led her into his room and grinned as he shut the door. I headed back downstairs quietly. Tess was walking around looking at all the toys and devices awaiting them. She started rummaging thru a drawer as I spoke up. “What are you doing??” She jumped and spun. “Nothing, just seeing what cool things you had in here.”
I called her bluff as I was walking to the computer, “Yeah fuckin right. Come here.” She walked over hesitantly. I clicked a few magical buttons and the monitor switched to a few hidden cameras I had installed in all the rooms. Dom and Joe didn’t know. We looked on the screen and saw what was going on in Dom’s room. It was sortof like a computer-version of Tivo, so I rewound the footage to back after I just left him in his room. I turned the speakers down so that upstairs they wouldn’t be able to hear themselves.
He wasted no time at all. His hands went straight to her tits.
Dom spoke on the monitor, “Goddamn girl, you look so fucking good, I cant wait to fuck the shit out of you.”
She tried to slap his arms away but she was still weak and tired, “Quit! Why are you doing this to me?? Just leave me alone.” She kept swatting at his wrists trying to get his hands off her beautifully perky 34b’s. She took a few steps back, shaking her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs but he was right there with her. He grabbed her arm to pull her close, and she resisted, jerking her arm out of his hand, she tried to run but her legs still weren’t working well from being tied up all night. She kindof just galloped around the room while he watched. “Quit staring at me! Just please leave me alone. My daddy has money and will pay you! Just leave me alone! He’s probably got the cops already on the way now!”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself bitch, but you’re not getting out of this anytime soon.” Dom started towards her and picked up something off his desk. The definition wasn’t as clear as I would’ve hoped for what I paid for the system, but she started running to the other side of the room again and he used the item in his hand. A Tibetan bell. She tripped over her feet and fell to the ground, her hand shooting down to her pussy, rubbing it with a fury completely involuntarily. Dom laughed and went over and grabbed her arms and threw her on the bed. She screamed and tried to curl up, looking for something to use as a weapon. He took off his pants and boxers and stood by the edge of the bed, she was looking away trying to find anything to get her out of this situation. His knee dropped on the bed and she started visibly shaking. “Please don’t, please just leave me alone.” She begged. I was getting hard now watching. He was moving slow like a crocodile in water, about to spring to action, and sure enough he lashed out with a hand and grabbed her foot, pulling her from her protective ball and sliding her across the bed towards him. She screamed all the more and tried to kick him, which he easily fended off or just allowed to hit him harmlessly. She was tired and he was twice her size. Her legs tried to clamp shut at the knee and her hands went to cover her pussy. He laughed and put a hand below her knees, laughing haughty and victorious as he took his time, slowly pulling her knees apart, a clam slowly being worked open to steal the pearl inside. She was screaming and flailing, thrashing about pounding on his with her tiny fists to no effect. He had a death grip on her legs and I’m sure if I was there, I could’ve seen large white auras around his fingers where they had forced the blood from her skin. When he opened her legs enough, he walked his body in between her legs so her clamping was an obsolete defense. Her screaming eased up to a defiant yell in between profuse crying as she was slowly realizing she was losing yet again.
His hand slowly slid and caressed up her arm to her wrist and he took hold, grasping it firmly. She shot her other hand as far away as possible, trying to delay the inevitable. Her head was shaking “No!” as he smiled down at her, working his other hand over to her other wrist. He easily grabbed both and brought them to union above her head. With one hand holding them, his other hand roamed her captive body freely. She squirmed her small body away from his prying hand, but to no use. His hand found her breast, and he grasped it firmly. “You like that don’t you? You were moaning pretty good for the dogs, I bet you’ll like it when a man even better. Wontcha baby?”
With her head still shaking visibly, his hand traced its way down to her crotch and he roughly began feeling her up.
I pulled Tessie over from where she was watching, I dropped my pants to reveal a solid erection, sat back down and pulled her to sit on top of me. From our previous fucking, and her obviously sick mind getting turned on a bit by her friend being raped, she slid me in easily. I watched, perched over her shoulder, her pussy squeezing my cock like a welcome handshake from a good friend. We continued watching the drama…
She screamed anew as his finger found her hole. She was completely defenseless. Nothing could cover her or protect her anymore. Her legs were split apart with him and his cock in between, her arms and hands were locked up in his death-grip. Dom was alive in this moment. His fantasies from years of internet porn finally coming true for him. He was getting to fuck a 16 year old, drop dead gorgeous bitch, and he was going to get away with it.
He positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance and her pleading began all over again. “Please don’t! Not like this! Please stop!!” But with mechanical precision, he thrust his hips forward with reckless abandon. He didn’t care what he ripped or tore, luckily he had a small dick, so not too much would be ruined.
With the first thrust she screamed in a way that kindof twisted my stomach in a knot, but was I was currently having Tessie ride up and down on my pole, my attentions were elsewhere. When Dom thrust into Ashley, Tessie spasmed and jumped a bit harder, riding harder.
Dom laid into her, and she kept crying and laying there. He reached over while fucking her, she had stopped fighting at this point, and grabbed his bell, dinging it once. Her eyes held a new fire as she snapped her focus on him with the most angry, betrayed face I’ve ever seen and her hips began bucking involuntarily in time with his thrusts. It was like there was a small disconnect between her brain and her body now. For a few seconds, her body took over and fucked back while her brain was pissed as hell that Dom knew her secret. But she kept bucking anyways for about 30 seconds and then she began struggling again, which just brought him closer. Her struggles caused her tits to slide back and forth on her petite chest and Dom’s thrusts had them sliding up and down. Her perky mounds were effectively jiggling around and around in place. He reached his head down and took one of her nipples in his teeth, dragging his teeth over it and clamping down sharply. She squealed and tried to jerk her chest away from the pain, but he just bit over to the other nipple thrust up by the other shoulder retreating. She screamed in pain and frustration. There was nothing she could do to escape anything! He began kissing and licking her breasts, a savage lover, while jack-hammering into her aching pussy. He kissed around on her neck and for a brief second it looked like her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, but then she snapped back to the present and screamed again trying to headbutt him. He let her head connect with his and it almost knocked her out.
Dom took his free hand off her tits and grabbed one of her knees, pulling her leg up to her chest, with her ankle draped over his shoulder. Then he switched hands holding her down, and brought the other leg up. He was able to thrust deeper and she started bucking her hips back. Acquiescing to the fact that this was taking place, apparently part of her switched off and she just let it happen, her body switching back to instinct mode, primitive mating mode where you tried to make it as pleasant as possible while you were brutally fucked at some caveman’s whim when he was in the mood. A moan escaped her lips and he rolled her legs off his chest, rolling her onto her side while still inside her. Realizing that his small dick was really only keeping the tip in at this point, he rolled her back up with her legs in the air on his chest. Apparently mid-thrust, she bucked at the wrong time and his dick slid out, and tried to slide into the ole backdoor. She freaked out and started kicking, flailing, screaming.
He let her struggle free and she kicked at him rolling backwards on the bed. He lunged over and grabbed her, pinning her against the backboard. “You listen to me you little cunt! You belong to us and you will do what I tell you! Now,” he said calmly and sweetly, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” And the scene erupted into her trying to punch him and kick him as hard as she could, but she was just too small. He wrestled her onto her stomach and pinned her, then he reached into the nightstand and took out a bottle of lube. Good man, I thought, at least he’s using lube. She was struggling and squirming, trying anything to get free. “Now, you’re going to start loving anal. It’s going to be part of your new training and you’re gonna love it!”
She kept screaming, starting to become hoarse now, her screams raspy and weak, but her pleading continued, “Please don’t! Please don’t do this! This isn’t right!” She jerked and spasmed even harder when she felt the first glob of lube fall in her crack. Dom had her legs pinned with one of his legs and his upper body was pinning her upper body. Since he was so much taller, it allowed pretty easy access for him to bend in a C-shape, pin her, and still be able to get to her ass. He whistled the “Whistle While You Work” song out loud while he lubed her up. I had to laugh at that. Fucking great. Tessie kept her motion steady riding up and down in my lap. I stood her up, stood up behind her, bent her over my desk so we could both still watch, and whispered, “Have you ever done anal?” Her head whipped around, silently pleading no. I smiled and with one hand, I turned her head forward back to the screen where Dom was just toying with her ass, sliding a finger in and popping it out, laughing at the sucking and ploooping sounds as his finger went in and out. I grabbed a bottle of lube I kept near the computer and lathered myself up and put a few drops on Tessie’s puckering asshole. She started shaking but kept her face forward watching her friend. Dom, rolled on top of Ashley and brought her up to an all-fours position with her hands still trying to swing around behind her to punch him. As he was placing the head of his cock at her back door, I did the same and could feel Tessie cringe and tense up. She started whimpering and I was loving seeing her body tremble. Just then, Dom plunged forward and another one of those nauseating screams erupted out of the computer speakers from Ashley’s tiny hoarse, exhausted, defeated voice. Right after, I took my plunge but aimed a little south, on purpose, and with Ashley screaming, and Dom grunting and cumming, and Tess gasping and moaning out of relief and lust, I lost it again. I pounded as hard as I could into my new fucktoy, with her tits playing hell with the keyboard, rubbing back and forth across letter combinations only found in some Gaelic dictionaries. As I started spurting into her welcoming pussy, it started clenching around my tool, and her breathing sped up and she came. Well I don’t know if she did or not. She could have faked it at that point, I didn’t fucking care. But her head did look like it was swimming a big. I laid bent over on her back, watching the rest of the scene.
Dom pounded her ass for a few minutes. Then he pulled out of her ass, and she was spent at this point, no fight left in the girl. When he pulled out of her, with an audible “Boooo” like removing a cork on a delicious Merlot bottle, he spun her around on the bed and before he placed his hard, shitty dick in her mouth, he advised “If you bite, you’re fucking dead.” Now, from the camera, it wasn’t really shitty. But you know it has that bitter taste of shit still on there even if there’s nothing else visible. Well maybe some of you wouldn’t know that. But it does. Anyways, he placed the tip of his cock in her mouth and she just laid there, eyes gazing off again, with it just resting in her mouth. “You’d better start sucking, because if I go soft, I’m gonna get it hard again using your asshole. And that’s almost worse than a hard one trying to penetrate. So get to sucking.” She closed her mouth around it, her eyes shutting tight, probably from the taste. Then she started sliding her lips forwards and backwards across his spoiled member. About halfway down the 4 ½ to 5 inch cock, she gagged. It had to have been from the taste or smell. The guy was up all night jacking off and hadn’t showered. But she kept going, just trying to make it all end. With audible sucking noises and the little pig-grunting-sucking noises that sometimes come out of girls’ pretty heads when they’re sucking cock, she broke into a quick rhythm, her head bobbing rapidly. He grabbed the back of her head and set his own pace, skull fucking her. Even from the camera lens, you could make out the look of panic in her eyes when she lost control of the process and her air-hole became the new fuck-hole. This small 16 year old girl would be the only time Dom would ever be able to “deep throat” anyone, because any mature woman his age wouldn’t have such a small mouth. He was enjoying it. Especially as she was gagging and puking on his dick. And just when she started to visibly panic and push away from him, he would pull his dick out and thrust it back in. He then began furiously fucking her face, thrusting hard into her and all you could hear was his grunting from exertion and the gags and puke sounds of the girl. With a vengeance, he spun her back around and plunged uninvited back into her asshole for one or two more pumps, her screaming again, and he jerked a few times, no doubt spreading his seed and confusing his sperm. “This isn’t a good smelling vagina… its covered in shit” the sperm no doubt thought. …if sperm thought.
But Dom finished up and rolled over on the bed laying down. Ashley just collapsed, exhausted, disbelieving she was awake at this point. I stood up and slipped out of Tessie with an audible sucking sound.
Joe came bounding down the stairs, “Ok I just took a shower!! Oh sorry, didn’t mean to walk in on ya Drew. Hey, where’s Ashley?”
“Dom took her up to his room. You should go find out what they’re up too.. she’s probably having shitty time, but that’s what she’s here for.” Tess cracked a split-second smile at the horrible pun.
I sighed, and looked at Tess, and then looked down at the juices sludging their way down her inner thighs. She smiled weakly and nodded, her head still in a haze from all the fucking from the morning. I took the nod to mean something like, “thanks for not raping my asshole” and I think I was right when I responded, “Just so you know, I will be doing that to you, but probably not as savagely. Now get your sweaty, lubey ass upstairs and clean up I want you downstairs in 15 minutes and we’re going to have the first spinning of the Fuck-Wheel. Come on now, it’ll be fun!” I chirped happily, “Well maybe not as fun for you… but, a good time none-the-less. OH, wait, before you run off.” I walked over to the duct tape and pulled off three decent sized pieces. “Come here.” She walked unsure over to where I was standing. “Put clasp your hands behind your head in the inspection position. Spread your legs a bit and don’t move your hands. Look straight ahead.” I palmed a piece of tape, sticky side up, and slapped it on her pussy. Her eyes flew wide and she glared at me. “I told you to shave everything.” I shook my head and laughed, “You just cant seem to follow simple rules can you?” With that, I quickly grabbed an end of the tape, and pulled as hard and as fast as I could ripping out a huge amount of that landing strip. She screamed and doubled over, still not removing her hands from her head, good girl, I thought. “Stand up! Get back into position.” She slowly stood back up and opened her legs again cautiously knowing more was coming. There was still a few patches of hair left, so I reapplied another piece of tape, rubbed it all around so that hopefully all the hair would go with this pull, and then without warning I ripped the second piece of tape off. She screamed even louder this time and almost fell over. “I’ve got another piece of tape here. Come here and stand up.” She was visibly sobbing when she walked up and stood up straight and spread her legs. “Bend over the desk again.” I commanded.
Unsure for a second and then it dawned on her, she bent over and sobbed silently, head on the desk. I put the third piece of tape in her asscrack and rubbed it in good. Then again, I quickly ripped it down causing her to jump up screaming, her tits bouncing around, her hands flying to her ass, rubbing it, trying to soothe the angry skin.
“Whatever’s left better be gone by the time you come down. New schedule, be down in 20 minutes, I don’t want those spots still bleeding where the hair came out. Next time, all you have to do is follow directions. 19 minutes and 30 seconds, you’d better hurry, dress code, is naked.”
Chapter 8 – Fuck-Wheel
Tess took off running upstairs, dimples alternating sides in her pale ass, forming as she ran. I looked over to the monitor to see Dom still lying on the bed panting next to a curled-up Ashley. She was probably crying or something boo-hooish, I didn’t care. I walked over to the far side of the basement past a number of evil boxes and contraptions, malicious inventions. I stood in front of a huge sheet hung on the wall. Grinning a fool and much like a horny stage-magician, soon I would be whisking away the sheet to reveal my next dirty trick. But for now, preparation!
I headed up the stairs, each one seeming more tedious to mount than the last. All this fucking… god. Feast or Famine I guess. Nothing a little booze wouldn’t cure I say!
Reaching the top of the stairs, I looked down the hall to see Joe with the goofiest grin outside Dom’s open door. “Its really gonna happen man!! She’s naked and I’m really gonna get to fuck her!!”
He was ecstatic like a kid at church. … But then knowing that when church was finished, he was going to get to fuck a hot underage chick against her will in the baptismal. “Yes yes…” I said, “You’ll get your shot soon enough. Joe I need your help with something. Go pick up Ashley and take her downstairs and restrain her. You can touch her all you want, no bruises and no fucking, just take her downstairs and get her tied to one of the stationary chairs.”
“You got it Drew!!!” and with great alacrity, he crossed the distance between the door and the curled-up Ashley. She squealed weakly in protest as he picked her spent form up off the bed and threw her over his shoulder. Very caveman. She kicked, revealing the back side on abused pussy and protested just as weakly but he was out the door and heading down into the basement in no time at all. Joe was our third string, but he was fresh off the bench and ready for action. He had been sitting the whole game and I was about to give him his dreams in a martini glass with an extra virgin olive. Well… not so virgin anymore… but almost virgin.
I walked in to an ear-to-ear-smiling Dom who looked at me thru partially closed eyes, he almost looked Asian. “How was it man?” I asked, “It smells like good sex in here.”
“Haha man… you have no idea how hot that was!! Finally, you know, like, they’ve always told me no before and I’ve always listened, but this time it was so empowering! Like, her ‘no’s were almost like … I don’t know… Christmas presents. It just made it all better. You don’t know how strong those pussy muscles are until they’re squeezing to keep you out. God that was hot!”
I said nothing about having watched and, essentially, filmed his session thanks to hard drives. “I wish I could’ve seen it dude. I bet it was all worth it… hey did that Pavlov Idea I had work? Did you get to try it out?”
“Oh my god man… fucking great! If they gave Nobel Prizes to kidnapping, rapists, I’d nominate you bro! She was trying to run away and I was all like… BAM… and dinged the bell and she fell to the floor and started rubbing off, it completely sidetracked her and she just HAD to get off… fuckin great! If I ever have a wife, I’m gonna send her to you for training. Well… maybe I’ll do it myself because I don’t want you around my wife, ha hah” and he ended on an uneasy laugh as if things got a little too real about what we were doing. That this was someone’s future wife or current daughter. I could feel the awkwardness; conscience is a nagging bitch that never leaves you alone when you want it to.
I ambushed his conscience with something more powerful. “Let’s go get drunk.” And with a moral “out”, he jumped up, threw some clothes on and we were headed to our mini-bar. I heard a few whines from the basement and checked my watch. Tess’s 20 minutes weren’t up yet so she wouldn’t have been down there alone with Joe, a small relief. She was probably still in the room getting cleaned up.
Dom and I poured stiff drinks each, and another for Joe as well, then we headed down to the basement. Joe had Ashley tied, arms behind her back, to a chair. Her legs were spread and tied to the chair as well. Pretty standard, nothing fancy. Her gorgeous tits framed, top and bottom, by lengths of rope, had already begun showing the background of red from skin irritation. Perky nipples stood at attention for us, soldiers of a sick war. Her pussy was splayed open, puffy and red from sex and the hours of the dog’s attentions. And those beautiful tendons that raise out near the pussy, the ones running from the inside of the thigh to the pelvic area, were bulging slightly from her skin due to the way he had tied her. It was absolutely beautiful. I picked up a camera and she turned her head away from me in shame. I took my time, zooming in on parts of her anatomy she wished were hidden. With every click of the camera, she seemed to turn a darker, deeper red. I snapped off about 15-20 pictures, and set the camera aside, smiling lovingly at the beet-red girl tied in front of me.
“Alright kids, lets get this sick game going!” I said. I rechecked my watch; Tess had another minute before she was going to be in trouble. Then I heard my door upstairs open and she was walking down the stairs.
An absolute vision she was. Tess walked down with her head held high and not a stitch of clothing on. Straight, black hair cascaded down a pale white face, plump lips pursed tight with her full C’s jiggling slightly with each footfall descent into our depraved arena. She seemed to be sucking in the little bit of a tummy that I knew she had as her pale white torso showed mostly flat, only marred by a delicious, slightly “innie” bellybutton. Her calves stretched taut with each step, leading to her quads showing a little definition behind a healthy veil of flesh and meat. The anorexic girls never held any sway with me, I don’t want to lie next to bones, I want a little meat to lie with.
It’d looked like she had cleaned her pussy area well and maybe even powdered it a bit to get a beautiful even look to what should have been a red, angry area from the tape. She did well. I was amazed. She was learning her place and how to survive here and I had to say I was impressed. She looked like the queen I told her to be. Up until the point where Joe and Dom started acting like damn monkeys with their whooping and hollering and cat calls. The queen façade wavered slightly as spots of color bloomed on her face, neck and the upper portions of her chest. So adorable.
When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she glanced at me curiously as if not sure of where to go next and she was looking for direction. I found my voice and said in as even a tone as I could manage, “Come, sit over here next to your friend.” Joe had quit playing with Ashley, but still had a hand massaging one of her breasts. Tess had intentionally been avoiding eye contact with Ashley and it seemed Ashley was doing the same. Ashley stared blank at the ceiling, perhaps praying to some god to save her and remove her from this situation. It was time to make this personal.
“Ashley, love, don’t be rude. Your friend just came down the stairs and you didn’t even say ‘hi’.” Ashley rolled her eyes towards me and tears grew. A new fire seemed to erupt inside her and she was trying to transfer that fire to me, maliciously. This was perfect, I knew this would continue to re-open wounds if I kept letting them occasionally be friendly again, some semblance of the life they used to have. “Ashley I want you to say hi to Tessie here.” Again the glares meant to kill.
She lolled her head over in Tess’s direction and they made eye contact. “Hi Tess.” She managed weakly.
“Good, now, Tess, you may untie your friend.” And Tess looked at me confused, expecting some trick.
“No sweetheart, its ok. Joe, leave Ashley alone and lets all head up to freshen our drinks. I want to leave these two alone for a bit.” Joe began to protest but an arched brow from me set him quiet. He assumed I had a plan. And I did. I always do. Dom and Joe headed back up the stairs, with long looks over their shoulder to watch the scene. Tess got up from the chair she was in and began picking with painted nails at the knots and rope-work that Joe had done. As she was doing this Ashley looked up into her friend’s eyes and began crying full out.
“Shhh… shhh girl… I know this sucks so bad but hang on a bit... let me get these ropes off you. God they’ve got you tied up well.” Tess tried to reassure Ashley with more words. Slowly she got the ropes off and I headed upstairs to let them be alone.
Joe and Dom were waiting at the top of the stairs for me. Dom spoke first, “What the fuck man?? Isn’t there a window they could climb out thru down there? Why aren’t we down there fucking them???”
I answered, “Dom, this is not completely about fucking the shit out of two hot chicks. Remember the point of this! We’re here to make them suffer, and to ultimately break Ashley to the point where she’s a complete fucking whore. You got to fuck her earlier today, now I’m going to fuck with her mind. And then maybe all of us will fuck with her ass later. But just be patient. We’re about to spin the Fuck-Wheel and things are about to get really fucking awesome!”
Joe asked, “What’s the fuck-wheel again?”
“It’s pretty simple. There are two wheels down there, one is the ‘adventure wheel’ with all sorts of sick shit on it… remember when we were sitting around drinking and coming up with sick stuff for Ashley to do while we were planning this? Well I wrote down most of them and put them on a big wheel for them to spin, whatever it lands on, they have to do. There is also a ‘punishment wheel’ down there with various other things for us to do to punish them. It’s sort of like a sick choose-your-own-adventure book come to life.”
Both the guys smiled and nodded in acceptance. “Perfect,” was Dom’s reply, “so when does this game start?”
“Well, they’ve been detaching and forgetting themselves.” The guys looked confused so I went on, “I left Tess for 20 minutes to get dressed and she didn’t try to run away or anything. Ashley’s been staring at the ceiling the whole time you’ve been down here. They’re pretending they’re in some other land or they’re different people or anything their mind can think of so that they don’t remember that they’re being held prisoner and they’re being slowly physically and mentally raped. They’re dissociating themselves from this whole scenario and for us to be most effective we have to keep their minds firmly in their bodies. By letting them talk together and be girls and hug and tell each other that it’s going to be ok and they’re going to make it out, it brings them back together. They remember that before a couple nights ago, they had lives and friends and ambitions and dreams and school and everything else. If we leave them for a few minutes, they regain some of that and this next part will be an even more personal assault. It’s like fishing, you don’t completely reel in the fish right away, otherwise its’ fighting might snap your line. You reel it in, then give it some slack, and then reel it in. It tires the fish and makes it more pliable when you finally do go to finish the job.”
Dom was almost speechless. “You’re fucked up man. I’m damn sure glad you’re my friend and not my enemy.” Joe just smiled and eagerly looked towards the basement door. We slowly inched towards the threshold and listened. Sobbing and hushed tones were mostly what we heard for a few minutes. We looked down and saw the scene play out.
Ashley was clutching to Tess, bawling her eyes out. Her B-cup tits were pressed hard against Tess’s C’s and they were locked in a tight embrace. For them, the fact that two of the hottest pairs of tits were smushed tight together wasn’t a sexual thing. For us at the top of the stairs, it was better than any porn we’d ever watched. Tess’s hand rhythmically massaging up and down Ashley’s back as if the motion alone brought silent reassurance of positive things.
“They’ve done horrible things Tess! Oh my god why do they do this? Why do they keep doing this?”
“I don’t know sweetie, but we just have to be strong and keep waiting for a chance to get out of this. I don’t know when that’ll happen but we have to keep hoping that someone saw us or someone’s gonna come by and we can get them to help us. Did they…” and she trailed off as she backed away from her friend to look at her friend’s pussy; it was still a bit red from Dom. “Oh I’m so sorry sweetie… I’m soo soo sorry. Was that your first time?”
“Yes oh my god, my first fucking time and it’s by some fucking asshole and he’s… he did things to me Tessie… he…where I poop he…” and then the crying began anew.
“Shhhh shhh, don’t let them hear you cry sweetie, they love that and we’re trying to give them as little pleasure as possible from this. Now just try to relax and get thru this. You’ll be back soon enough to school and sports and everything you love. This’ll just be a dark nightmare that you’ll try to ignore in your life and hopefully it’ll get easier and you’ll remember it less. I hope so very hard that we can forget this ever happened.”
“Ok boys,” I said, “they don’t know what’s about to happen, so let’s go down there saying nothing. Just walk down there and stand around them and follow my lead. Whatever the wheel says is about to be one of the coolest things you’ve ever seen in your life.”
With that I started down. The girls, startled and tear-soaked, looked up the stairs at us coming down, horrified. “Ladies, lets get to the fun shall we? Tess and Ashley if you’d both have a seat. Actually, Ashley, you can stay standing, Tessie, sit that sweet ass of yours down.”
They broke their embrace and Tess nervously sat, yipping just a bit when her butt touched the cold of the seat. Ashley was trying hard to hold the hand of her friend while standing and still try to cross her legs and cover her chest. Both girls had rock-hard nipples either from the adrenaline of what might happen next, or the touching, or the cold, who fucking cares, their nipples were standing at full attention though, much like the cocks of a few boys in the basement.
I walked over to the sheet on the wall, and in a grand flourishing gesture, I whisked the sheet away to reveal two wheels, game-show style. I turned to see eyes wide with surprise, then squinting to try to read the text on the wheels, then after a few seconds, both Tess and Ashley looked away, afraid to read any more. Ashley started sobbing again, her thin shoulders hunched and shaking away from me. Her ass was small but still plump enough to eat.
“Alright ladies, here’s our new favorite game! It’s called, the Fuck-Wheel! Yeah, not really a catchy name, but it’s still neat. Ashley, since you’re our guest of honor, you’ll be the first to give it a spin. Now, there are a lot of things written on these wheels and I’m sure we’ll get to most of them if we have time. Basically you spin the wheel, and whatever task it lands on, well, fate is cruel and not really your friend in this house. Well, it’s our friend, but not yours. So… without any other talking, Ashley slide right on up here and spin this wheel on the left… the Adventure Wheel!”
She looked sadly over her shoulder, thru streaks of unwashed blonde hair at first me, then the wheel. I smiled and said sweetly, “If you take any longer, you’ll be spinning it twice, and then once on the Punishments Wheel on the right.” She glanced quickly at something on the punishments wheel and quickly turned and walked head down, to the wheel. She gave the wheel a weak attempt at a spin, the kind where if this was on Price is Right you would’ve yelled at the screen because if you’re not strong enough to make the big wheel go around at least once, you don’t deserve Bob Barkers money and prizes!
The wheel slowly spun around and landed on an ominous task. “Electro-Strap-On.” I was overjoyed but didn’t let on. I had wondered if I would get to see this little device work, and if it’d work how I wanted it to.
“Alright! Electro-Strap-On!! Congratulations Ashley, you just bought yourself a very sore pussy and a very difficult decision for your friend Tessie over here!” Tessie looked up with unsure, but already pleading eyes. It was sadly erotic. “Joe if you would be so kind as to take Miss Ashley here and tie her down to your bed upstairs, remember, no fucking. Spread eagle should do nicely, and please lick her a bit or make out with her, get her a little wet for us would you?”
Joe, eager to please, especially in this task, jumped up and again caveman-flipped Ashley over her shoulder. This time she protested much more and he gave her a few slaps, blooming pink handprints all over her tight ass. “Dom, if you want to go help him or stay, that’s up to you but we’ll be up in a sec.”
“I think I’ll stay and watch this end for now” he smiled.
“Tessie, love, if you’d stand up and get in that inspection position I told you about?” She slowly stood and placed her hands on the back of her head and spread her legs, eyeing Dom nervously. I rummaged around in a box and found what I was looking for. I spent a good deal of money buying this device and re-fitting it for my needs. It was a nice strap-on for women. The kind that when you strap it on, it’s got a piece that slides up inside the person wearing it so that she also gets pleasure from fucking her friend. They’re pretty common online and if I was born a girl, I’d love using one of these. Best of both worlds, you get to fuck your girlfriend AND you get pleasured at the same time. I spent the little extra and got the vibrating kind. As for the “Electro” portion of the Electro-Strap-On, this was genius. Down the inside length of the vibrator, I ran a small wire with a few contacts surfacing on the tip of the dick. Those wires also ran up into the little piece that slipped inside the wearer. Another set of contacts were set around the base of the dick. And still another set of contacts were about halfway down the shaft of the dick. Overall, it was a pretty healthy vibrator, measuring in at about 8 inches long and about 2-3 inches around. For Ashley, just the vibrator was going to be a pretty painful endeavor.
The beauty of this device was that if the contacts at the base of the penis were covered, essentially, if Tess thrust deep and buried the whole penis into her friend, then the circuitry would deliver a sharp electro-shock to the tip of the penis. If she did not bury it all the way in her friend’s hot pussy, it would deliver a sharp shock into her vibrating wearer’s-vagina piece. So either way, with each thrust, one girl was getting shocked. It was up to Tess to decide if she wanted to punish her friend and save herself, or shock herself and save her friend. With each thrust.
So, you may ask, why not just Not thrust at all. I’m glad you asked. I had this thing wired up to my laptop, which had a sort of metronome program in it. This would cause a beep at regular intervals. Here’s where the contacts in the middle of the shaft came into play. For Tess not to get shocked, she had to expose those contacts, essentially pull the dick most of the way out of her friend, and thrust back in again before the next beep. If she didn’t pull it out far enough or didn’t bury it deep enough, Tess would get shocked.
I walked over with the device to a trembling Tess. I lubed up the end that would fit into her and smiled as I started buckling her into it. I slid the piece up into her to the sound of her gasping then moaning softly, its tip resting firmly in the area of her g-spot, then fit the straps snug and locked it all in place so she couldn’t take it off herself. I went over with her the finer points of how the device worked and she went even paler in the face.
“That’s right sweetie, you get to decide who gets hurt each time. Do you just say fuck it and fuck the shit out of your friend so that you don’t get hurt? Do you become some courageous hero and not fuck her the whole time and get shocked yourself? I guess we’re about to find out!” I gently wagged her strap-on dick up and down which slid her piece up and down inside of her, getting her warmed up. Dom was speechless and just followed us up.
While we were walking up, I turned to Tess, “How does it feel to be walking around with a big fucking boner?”
She looked up at me and said in a deadpan tone, “At least it’s bigger than yours.”
I almost died laughing. The girl’s about to be shocking the piss out of her friend and she has time to make jokes. Dom laughed hard and slapped Tess on the ass in a ‘good job’ manner.
We got to Joe’s room as he was struggling with Ashley. She wasn’t cooperating and was fighting him. I told Dom to go help. Her taught torso with her cheerleader-style 6pack abs here flexing as she sat on the bed trying to fend off Joe’s attempts at bondage.
“No! Fucking Quit you piece of shit!” she screamed and Dom grabbed at her other wrist. Together they both wrestled the blond to flat-backed on the bed, tying her hands on the posts on the headboard. Her tits mostly flattened out here but that was ok as her biceps were flexing against her bonds, shoulders arching in an attempt to free her made her smallish tits deform and bounce in ways never seen before by our eyes.
“Ashley, let me introduce to you, your next lover… Tessie!” And I brought Tess thru the doorway into the room. Ashley face went from angry, to a deep color of confusion, and then finally betrayal and embarrassment.
Ashley’s lips quivered and stared at the huge dick Tess had strapped to her. “What?? No. NOO. Tessie… please don’t… please don’t fuck me… not you! Don’t do it! You’re the only thing safe I’ve got left here!”
Tess walked in conflicted and devastated at seeing the look on her friend’s innocent face, “Ashley baby they’re making me do this, you know that!! I would never hurt you but this thing here, well its electrified, so if I don’t stick this all the way in you, I get shocked, but if I do stick it all the way in you, not only do you have a huge dick filling you up, but you also get shocked, and then I have to pull it out and push it back in again. If I stay all the way inside you without pulling out, then it starts shocking me again! I’m soooo sorry sweetheart! This is so fucked up!” Ashley started shaking her head, horrified, trying to absorb what Tess just said.
I ducked into my room and grabbed my laptop and set it on the dresser in Joe’s room. I loaded up the program and then I pushed Tess towards the bed. “Alrighty now, saddle up cowgirl! We’ll start out at a slow pace so you get the rhythm, oh and as the rhythm gets faster, the shocks get more powerful. Forgot to mention that. Oh and also, this exercise is going to last for, hmmm, we’ll try doing this for 15 minutes and see how that works.” Tess turned and glared at me, jaw dropped, mortified.
Ashley started crying. “My best friend is going to fuck me!” she thought.
I wanted to add a little spice to this. “Ashley, I want you to beg Tess to fuck you. Tess, we’re about to turn this thing on, but you can’t start fucking her until she asks you too. So Ashley, unless you want to see your best friend in pain for the next 15 minutes, I’d suggest you beg her in your sluttiest voice to fuck you hard. And Begin!”
I hit play on the program after setting the timer for 15 minutes and a slow rhythm. The computer speakers beeped and Tess screamed!
“EEEIIIII! Oh god damn that hurts! Ashley please ask me to fuck you dear… please. This isn’t right but don’t make me suffer alone!” Ashley stayed quiet, her eyes pleading a harsh ‘NO.’ About 10 seconds later another beep rang out and another scream.
“Ahhhhhh! Ashley!! Fucking ask me to fuck you Ashley right now! Please ask me!” Tess’s hands were clawing at the contraption, its buzzing and vibrating audible. “Ashley baby please fucking ask me to fuck you!!” Another 10 seconds…
“Yaaaaa! Ash baby please oh please… if you ever loved me… just ask me to fuck you… please help me!!” Tess was dancing around in place, moving closer to the bed, her eyes beginning to tear up at Ashley, who was already crying, overwhelmed with the decision. Another 10 seconds…
“AAAHHH! Please baby I’ll be so gentle with you just let me slide this in you, we’ve got lube and we’ll be really good to each other and it wont be so bad just HELP ME!” Another 10 seconds…
“AHHHHHH!” Tess grabbed the lube that we had set on the bed and started trying to jack herself off, hoping that would help. Another 10 seconds later, her hand got a nasty shock…
“Ahhhh FUCK! Ashley, if you don’t beg me I’m seriously going to fuck you anyways, so please just ask me to so I don’t feel so fucking shitty about this… just please… please beg me!!! BEG ME!!” Another 10 seconds…
“AHHHH!!!!” Tess began crying fiercely, deciding which was worse, raping her friend, or getting electrocuted in the most tenderest, secret places. Ashley quietly whispered something. “What was that Ashley?” I asked. Another 10 seconds…
“AHHH FUCKING FUCK ASHLEY!!” Then Ashley spoke up thru tears, “ALRIGHT TESS GODDAMNIT… FUCK MEEEE PLEASE Jesus Christ!!! Please god please be gentle, that thing is fucking huuuge! Oh god oh god… please be easy!”
And with that Tess jumped up on the bed and began drenching Ashley’s pussy in lube. Not fast enough though as another shock drew a spasm thru her body, her mind was slowing due to the effects of the vibrator inside her. Tess tried to be a little nice by sticking a finger into her friend. “God Ashley, you’re so warm in there honey and wet too, this wont hurt too bad I promise.” Then she slid a second finger in and Ashley’s eyes rolled back for a second. 10 seconds had passed…
“AHHHH FUCK!!” With that last shock, Tess pressed the tip of the strap-on at the entrance to her best friend’s pussy. She rubbed the tip of it up and down her slit, bumping over her friend’s clit. Ashley shook her head trying to dispel the events transpiring. After another shock, Tess, desperate to not be shocked again, aimed the head of her strap-on right in, and slowly began easing it in.
The girth alone brought Ashley’s eyes wide open and gasps to escape her open mouth. After a couple of inches had gone into Ashley, another shock ripped thru Tess’s body, and in the spasm, Tess’s weapon found its target deep. Ashley coughed and screamed and groaned as Tess tried to learn the rhythm of fucking. Buried deep in her friend, she survived an interval, while Ashley’s screaming began as a shock erupted deep in her womb; tears were raining down on both ends.
Tess’s hands slid down her friends sides to rest on Ashley’s hips. Tess pulled out all the way and didn’t push in in time, and a shock hit her. With her new grip on Ashley’s tan hips, she slammed it into her friend again all the way to an ungodly shriek out of Ashley’s lips. Then slowly Tess figured out how far she needed to pull the vibrating cock out.
For several minutes, Tess experimented and tried to figure out the rhythm with a mixture of screams from both friends. Ashley felt like her pussy couldn’t take it any more and was going to rip in half. And every time the shock hit her, she thought she was going to piss herself. Her stomach muscles contracted visibly and her legs kicked against their bonds. She had never felt such a deep pain in her life and she didn’t know how she was going to make it thru this. Tess was getting more pleasure from the little vibrating nub inside her and the shocks, while painful, and this scene, while tragic, added to a level of eroticism that Tess had never known. She was embarrassed to think that this was turning her on so hard.
Tess finally got the hang of fucking her friend. Both Tess and Ashley were sweating and crying and I upped the tempo without saying anything. Not used to the new speed, Tess received an unexpected shock and screamed. Tess’s hands were gripping Ashley’s hips tight, leaving white marks in her sides. The vibrating was working on both of them even though the shocks were still painful; there was audible moaning on both ends. I decided to up the ante, change the rules.
I motioned for Joe and Dom to untie Ashley’s hands and feet quietly. Both girls were lost in their task and didn’t notice the change until the next shock and Ashley’s hand flew up and hit Tess in the shoulder. This startled both of them and Ashley began fighting to get Tess off her, to make the pain stop. Tess, fearing her own pain, grabbed Ashley’s wrists with her own hands and held them tight to the bed. Tess towered over the petite Ashley, her tits swinging inches above Ashley’s face. Ashley’s pelvis was tilted up to meet Tess’s new position of dominance and bondage. They were both breathing heavy, breasts heaving tumultuous with intermittent screams from mostly Ashley. With Ashley’s feet untied, she tried wrapping her legs tight around Tess’s waist, locking her ankles in place and after the last shock hit Ashley, the next one hit Tess because she wasn’t able to pull out in the grip of Ashley’s legs.
Sweat was rolling off in rivulets down the side of Tess’s face, making its way to the crescent valley of her cleavage. Both girls were slick with perspiration and pheromones and pussy were thick in the air. Tess let Ashley’s hands go and tried to unlock Ashley’s legs. Ashley, trying to distract her, grabbed two handfuls of Tess’s heaving breasts, which, mixed with the vibrations, and the pain and the fucking sent Tess over the edge and she bucked wildly with a feral abandon, inches away from a powerful orgasm. Deep guttural gasps escaped Ashley’s lips as her friend was pummeling her insides in an animalistic fashion. Tess managed to pull out far enough to shock Ashley, who lost her leg-lock due to the shocks. Ashley started kicking her legs hard against Tess, but since Tess was bigger, she managed to slowly position Ashley’s legs against her chest with her ankles near Tess’s head. This worked great for two peaceful intervals until Ashley managed to get her hands into the sheets for leverage and tried to spin off of Tess.
Tess managed to keep Ashley pinned and flipped her into a doggie-style position on all fours. Tess grabbed the restraints left on the bed quickly while Ashley was stunned from another shock, and wrapped them around Ashley’s arms above the elbow, behind her back, effectively pinning Ashley, face-down ass-up to the bed.
Tess had one hand on the restraints, holding them up so Ashley couldn’t use her arms, while she kept the other hand on Ashley’s hip so she could hold her tight to fuck her hard. From the fighting and the uncivilized nature of what was happening, Tess seemed to turn into a beast, trying to punish her friend for trying to hurt her. Much faster than the metronome called for, Tess slammed into Ashley’s stretched pussy over and over and over again before Ashley screamed again. This time the screaming became long and drawn out in pain and frustration once Ashley realized she couldn’t get free. Tess continued sliding hard in and out of the back of her friend, her tits bouncing victoriously, she had found her stride. She looked like a chariot driver, holding the reigns of her transportation while she rode hard to the winners circle.
Ashley’s defeated tears pooled around the sheet near her face. She just rocked with every thrust and new tears burst forth with every shock, her voice growing hoarse from the screaming over the past few days. Her eyes looked dead.
With several minutes left, Ashley began breathing heavier and growing more frantic. Some life of some sort seemed to flow back into her and she started bucking hard against Tess’s thighs, working with Tess to produce the greatest possible pleasure before each shock. Ashley’s brain had checked out again and she was just a beast with instincts and needs again. Her own small B’s looked larger when they hung down while being fucked doggie-style. They flopped back and forth in an obscene manner. She was full out grunting now, trying her best, thru grunting and screaming with each shock, to get off. After another minute of excruciating shocks and hard fucking, Ashley, with a huge moan/scream of pleasure/pain, came hard, her whole body shaking and writhing, her legs spasming straight out behind her, kicking wildly, and she passed out. Tess kept fucking Ashley’s passed out body for another minute or two before coming to her own hard orgasm. She gripped Ashley’s hip-flesh so hard her nails broke skin and she looked like a man as she handled Ashley’s delicate, passed out body, forcing it to obey her wishes. She grabbed and pulled and rode hard and deep, punishing Ashley’s inner workings. And with her own ecstatic scream, she closed her eyes and stretched her neck and came like she never had before, with a guttural, primal growl, the last 5 strokes fired hard and straight ahead. Fluids exploded, like a hundred lemons being squeezed, out of her pussy and with one final thrust and a God-like sigh, she passed out on top of her friend, gravity rolling Tess off of her and in the movement, the massive vibrator slid out of Ashley’s ruined pussy with an erotic cavernous slurping, suction sound.
Dom, Joe and I looked at each other stunned. We had no words. There were no words for what just happened. We heard a noise from the front door and I sent Dom to investigate. I looked at Joe and he was sweating hard and the fronts of his pants were very wet. It looked like he got off too. I unstrapped Tess and got her passed-out body out of the device when Dom returned with a sense of urgency.
“Drew! We’ve got a problem… some guy is snooping around outside and I think it might be a … “
Chapter 9 – Complications or a New Twist?
Panic is an underestimated killer of our time. In Mary Roach’s book, Stiff, she mentions that in survivable airline crashes, the experts often find bodies piled up at emergency exits, right at the threshold of safety, but panic forces them to fumble exit latches or bunch up unable to move about to open doors. She also makes note of the fact that the survival ratio of males to females is unnaturally high on the male side. Apparently the days of women and children first are long dead.
After Dom’s last words to me… “Drew! We’ve got a problem… some guy is snooping around outside and I think it might be a cop!” images of throwing babies into fires to escape this situation came to mind. But then I forced myself to breathe and take hold of the situation. Dom and Joe were looking at me, whiter-faced than I had ever seen them.
The fact that our kidnap, rape, and torture of young girls could come crashing to a nasty end was thrown bluntly into our faces. I was the leader. They were looking to me. I was the guy with my hand on the latch, I could panic and kill us all, or I could relax and calmly open the hatch, leading us to safe escape.
I surveyed the crime scene with a mind, keen and clinically detached like my favorite Vincent D’Onofrio in Law & Order Criminal Intent (He was a GOD in the Cell, but that doesn’t matter right now). A pair of girls, probably underage, signs of sexual trauma, passed out, probably drugged or dead, a dungeon of a basement with untold numbers of clues and evidence pointing fingers directly at some savage criminal named Drew. There was enough evidence in a 10 foot radius to convict me for years.
“Drew!” came the hushed whisper again, shaking me from my burning plane analogies.
“Alright guys, Joe, you watch the girls, gag ‘em and tie ‘em so they can’t make noise. Dom, you come with me.”
Like an American football team breaking huddle, we headed out in our own directions with purposeful strides and briskness in our step. I ran up the step with Dom in tow.
Dom spoke nervously, “I saw someone looking in the kitchen window. I don’t think he saw me. I don’t think…”
“Shut up! You did good man, real good… just shut the fuck up.”
I saw eyes thru blinds in the far room; they were looking away from me. I pushed Dom against the wall and we snuck like ninjas across the hall wall. The eyes disappeared. I saw short-cropped hair in the window crossing from the side of the house to the front lawn, my eye hard against the peephole.
It was a fucking kid! Maybe 15 to 20. I sighed an avalanche. But then he turned, walking to the door. Was he going to knock on the door to the lions den?
*knock knock knock* a timid knock, he would never get a job for FedEx delivery with that kind of pussy knock. I had to think. If I open it, what do I say? Who is he? You have to have purpose to come up almost an acre of driveway to my house. He’s not just some local kid who lost his Frisbee on my roof.
*kock knock knock knock* “Ashely?”
He knew Ashley somehow? We were sinking fast. If I let him go, he knew something about where our house was. If I let him in, I would have another kidnap victim. This was not good.
I decided I couldn’t let him go.
I opened the door with a televangelist smile and greeting, “Hello there! Are you selling cookies or magazines or anything else I don’t really need but might want?”
“Whaa…?” came the reply from a blond-headed, spikey-haired kid wearing Holister clothing. I abhorred him instantly.
“You knocked on my door friend, can I help you?” I asked again with an innocence that would disarm even the most skeptical of mothers.
“Oh uhh… yeah… so uhhh I saw um… well… is… like… Ashley here?” he stammered.
“Ashley…. Who?”
Then he tried to get Tommy Toughnuts on me, completely incongruous with his previous line of questioning, “Look man, I saw a van drive away really fast from Ashley’s house, and I followed it, and that van ended up here a few days ago. I just wanna know why Ash didn’t invite me to this weekend party?” Then his story began to dissolve with typical male insecurity shining through. “Is she here? Is she fuckin someone else? What the fuck man?”
He thought we had picked her up for a party. That he wasn’t invited too. For that, I almost pitied him his unsure, self-esteemless existence, but the fact that he was probably her boyfriend and he was wearing a completely shitty brand of clothes, and this was just the type of guy that would grow up to be like the guy that was plowing my girlfriend. The runes were falling in a harshly negative light for him, I decided.
“You know what son,” I started in, “she actually is fucking some dude right now. I really don’t like the kid, but he’s downstairs right now, and I bet he’s putting it in her butt and pulling her hair as we speak.”
Just the sort of riot I was looking for. The kid burst into action, pushing past me and completely predictable form, raced headlong into my basement. It was too easy. I didn’t have to struggle with him at the door or cause a scene that would have him screaming or yelling outside. I love the predictability of dumbasses.
I slowly locked the door and looked at Dom. He looked horrified. I laughed, “Relax man… that little runt is running down to do what…. Fight Joe? Come on, lets go get this kid tied up, drugged up, and fucked up. He’s another sprinkle in our Sundae, we’ll just have to find something exciting to do with him. Sadly, I’m already getting some ideas.”
We walked down the stairs to hearing the kid yelling at Joe, “What the fuck man!!!” and Joe yelling back… “Who the fuck are you!!!”
I strode down calm and collected. “Listen, Joe this is Ashley’s boyfriend, didn’t you see the white horse he rode in on? No? Yeah me either, anyways, he’s going to be joining us. Kid, I’m hereby placing you under house arrest. You are not to leave the premises, try to escape, try to contact anyone outside the house, be a hero, or any other type of shit without asking first.” His jaw dropped incredulously, “Furthermore, you seriously need to watch your step and you’ll make it through this alive perhaps. You should note your precarious position of being another sausage at the fest, another mouth to feed, and any alpha-male bullshit won’t be tolerated.” At that he lunged at me, yelling, “What the fuck is this… I’m fucking calling the… AHHHHHHHHH”
I had palmed a small personal stun gun that packed a rockin punch. He went down like a little bitch and screamed.
“I told you, pussyboy, keep calm, and don’t be a shit. What do you go and do? Be a shit.” Images of Han Solo’s torture came to mind. I could probably rig up something like that… but I didn’t want to get sued for copyright infringement whenever I got around to writing a story about this, so I just tasered him again for fun because he ruined my star wars nerdery idea.
He screamed but was too busy twitching around trying not to bite his tongue off to do anything. The girls were waking up, tied up, and gagged in the corner. Joe was walking over to assist in the detainment of our newest cocked criminal. Dom was about to wet himself with nervousness.
“Well boys, let’s tie him to the chair.”
“Uh… which chair Drew?”
“Oh… right, Ashley’s dog cage chair. It restrains, tilts back, and lets him feel very, very exposed. Heh, the dogs might even be hungry again for some more jelly, and I think we’re gonna turn this kid queer. He’s already half-way there, you know, poppin his collar. Next he’ll be wearing Banana Republic boxer briefs and enjoying Frapuccinos.” I idly snugged up my pants so the brand tag on my boxer briefs couldn’t be seen, Tess shooting me knowingly evil looks from the corner, and I casually wondered which friend I would send for Cinnamon Dolce Frap’s soon, it’d been a couple days since my last Burning-Celestial-Rock-bucks drink, and I gotsta haves my crack!
“Wait… Drew… you’re seriously not gonna have dogs lick his dick are you? Won’t he like that?” Joe asked a good question while pulling the dazed kid into the seat. After his arms and legs were buckled in place I tilted him back, spread his legs and pulled a knife from the box-o-tools. Cloth scissors work so much better than knives, but I was going more for the psychological effects of having a knife out, than a less threatening pair of scissors. Anytime in movies when you see a knife, you know damn well some dude’s going to get cut up. However, anytime you see scissors, you expect it to turn into arts and crafts day where everyone has fun and someone drinks punch and someone eats cookies.
I waved the knife in his field of
vision above his head as I talked, “Actually, Dom your cousin Mikael is
gay. That works perfectly. We might use dogs, but most likely we’ll just
let your cousin have his way with him. Plus,
the dude will be spread eagle with nothing protecting anything. It’s an incredibly discomforting feeling when
a man realizes that all of his parts are on display and he has no say or
control over what happens or how deep or how hard he gets fucked.” I looked down at my subject, smiled, and
placed the blade flat against his nipple.
“Guys break infinitely easier than chicks because they’re born and bred
thinking they can fight bears and lions with sticks and they’re
invincible. The first time you show them
they really can’t fight someone off, it brings them pretty close to
broken. For chicks, they seem to take it
in stride, its part of the fun, but for a guy to be at that sort of mercy, I
figure he’ll be crying by dinner time.”
“That’s pretty evil.” Joe said.
He didn’t know the half of it yet.
“Dom, call him up. Give him directions and tell him to come over. I think I have a use for him. Tell him we’ve got a young boy tied up and I need someone to fuck him. Haha!”
Dom’s only answer was a far off, “Sure…”
He went off upstairs to call. I turned my attentions back to the boy. I had searched online for a backup plan in case the Pavlov Pussy idea didn’t work. It was a drug I had found that put people into a limbo state. A bit more lucid than twilight though. It was supposed to put people into a very suggestive state. I had planned on giving it to Ashley and programming her stupid girl brains, but my Plan A had worked. I decided to use the drugs on the boy. I would dope him up and have Dom’s cousin work on him. Then I’d have him fuck Ashley, or try to, and shock the shit out of him every time he tried. That way, maybe in the suggestive state, his mind would start equating pain with pussy. And Pleasure with dick. His parents would seek written documents ensuring my eternal damnation from the nearest clergy if they found out.
With one hand I pulled his crappy shirt taught and with the other, I made quick scary slices up thru the fabric with the knife. He gasped at each cut and his eyes got bigger as I got closer to his crotch. I cut thru each sleeve and then tugged the ruined shirt out from under him throwing it idly in the floor. Shirtless and near panic attack, the boy was breathing in terrified pants. Guys are such pussies.
He started squirming when I started cutting thru his shorts. “If you keep squirming, I might slice into something you’ll want to keep.” I arched an eyebrow towards his crotch for emphasis. The knife cut rough thru the shorts and his ugly boxers. He wasn’t saying anything and that was probably good. He was just staring terrified and unbelieving. I pulled his shorts and boxers off to reveal a shriveled, terrified, little penis. “Damn this kid is sporting a bush bigger than Ashley’s.” I joked and he started struggling against the restraints like he was going to do something. “Relax, Ashley doesn’t have a bush anymore, see.” I gestured across the room to the shaved teen. He looked over at Ashley who had her head down shamefully.
But, this is a story about vengeance and chicks. Not dudes and dicks. Well, not their dicks. Mostly mine. And it had been at least like an hour since anything hot had happened.
With some adolescent boy buckled to a chair with a terrified look on his face, I turned my gaze to a pair of adolescent girls tied up with exhausted looks on their faces. We had all had a pretty exhausting day already and night was coming. A good trainer knows when to push his pets past their limits, and when to call it a day. I’m sure their holes were quite sore and their parts all exhausted from the work. Ashley hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a few days.
“Joe, let’s get Ashley into the Tank.” Her eyes flared, not knowing what this mysterious “Tank” was. Joe smiled and walked over to her.
The tank was a sub-basement of sorts. I was guessing no one had really noticed the small door in the back corner of the room. It appeared to still have a few paper towels lying in front of it. I was also guessing those paper towels still had dried cum in them from Dom and Joe the other night. I forget who was in this corner, but in that corner was a small door. Maybe three feet high. Once inside, it was basically a dark, black holding tank, about six feet by six by about four feet high. You really couldn’t stand up, but I had put a mattress in there with some comfy pillows and a piss bucket just in case. The room also had speakers built into the ceiling, covered in a thick mesh to resist anyone trying to break them.
Joe began untying Ashley; she was too exhausted to resist. I walked over and grabbed one arm, he had the other, and we escorted her over to the door. I pulled up on the latch and swung open the door. Joe gently kicked the backs of her knees, buckling her legs and we shuffled her inside. When she saw it was pitch black she started resisting, flailing her arms out to claw at mostly air.
Joe, with his free hand, put his hand on Ashley’s ass and stuck a finger on her asshole. She screamed and scurried inside away from the prying finger. I turned on the light so she could see it wasn’t as bad as she thought, and shut the door. The latch essentially locked the door from the outside and she was in for the night. Through the window in the door, we peered in at her like scientists or psychologists looking in on patients. I pressed the “To Talk” button on the intercom outside the door and bid her a peaceful “Good night, lovely,” then switched off the light and drew the curtain on the door.
“It sounds like she’s yelling at us Drew,” Joe said laughing, “I don’t think she likes you very much.”
“No, she probably doesn’t. But that’s really the point I guess. I sure am glad I soundproofed that room.”
I walked over to my computer and opened a folder ominously or stupidly labeled “Tank Tunes.” In all honesty I had downloaded tons of peaceful relaxing music from my favorite free downloading program. The twist (isn’t there always a twist?) was that I had used another program to record subliminal messages. So, for the duration of her stay in the Tank, she would be relaxing to chill music that would hopefully be working on her subconscious. I had recorded several wonderful messages for her to constantly hear. Some of the phrases included: “I am a complete waste of fucking space,” “I am only happy when I am fucking,” “I am happy when I am sucking dick,” “I love asking boys to fuck my ass,” “I am a worthless whore,” “I am only as good as my master says I am,” “I only live to serve my master,” “I am ugly and worthless,” “I am happiest when I make men happy,” and many more. I hoped she liked her soundtrack. I opened up the play list, hit Play and directed the output to the speakers in the Tank.
Two down, I thought, looking at the restrained boy and the curtain over the door. “Hey Pussyboy, you got a name?”
“Its Matteo.”
Joe and I exchanged the same look. “Not Matt-EHo, but MATTEo? Sounds pretty gay to me. I think all the boys will like calling you Mattey.”
“Dude, shut the fuck up. If I ever get free, you’re seriously gonna
get fucked up.”
“Yeah, that’s all cool and stuff. What do you do? You look kindof old to be fucking this 16yr old girl? Aren’t you in college or something?”
He didn’t say anything and turned his face away from me, not talking. “Fine man, play it cool.” I walked over and dug around in a drawer in my desk and pulled out a rubber band. He turned his head around when he heard me rummaging and eyed me curiously when he saw me pull out the item. I walked over and stood between his legs. “Tell me the story Pussyboy. Are you in college or are you in High School?”
With a worried look on his face, he bit his lip. I shrugged, stretching the rubber band between my thumb and first finger. Pulling it back, I walked up between his open legs and let it snap down on his left testicle. He yelled obscenities between screams for about 15 seconds, coughing several times. Every few seconds after that his stomach would contract and he’d cough and whine again.
“The worst part about getting hit in the nuts isn’t so much the impact, it’s the wave after wave of nausea that sweeps up from your balls dude. Or at least that’s the part that I hate. I could punch you and it might hurt, but it doesn’t feel like I continue punching you for the next few minutes. So, whenever you’re ready, Pussyboy, enlighten us with your tale.”
“Ok ok! Yeah I’m a freshman in college here locally!”
“Ah, and you live in the dorms then right?”
“Fuck… *cough* yeah…”
“Cool. Did you tell your roommate that Ashley’s parents were out of town?”
“Goddamnit… *cough* yes… I did”
“Great! Then he’ll figure you’re sleeping at her house for a while. You know, Pussyboy, its funny. When we were about to kidnap Ashley and Tess, they were discussing which boys they should call over. I don’t recall your name coming up, do you Joe?”
Joe piped up, “No not at all. I would think “boyfriend” would be first on the list to call if my parents went out of town.”
I continued, “Yeah, or at least a boyfriend that she cared about. But whatever, this fucking cunt of a girlfriend of yours cost you more than a few weeks away from school. This really will be a life changing experience for you.”
Dom came down the stairs. “I called him, he’s on his way. Should be here in about 10 minutes.”
“Fantastic, thanks Dom.” I turned back to Pussyboy, “I guess it’s time to get you doped up. The next few days for you are going to be a blur, but don’t worry, on the other side, you’re going to have a whole new sexual orientation if my plans work out. And they usually do.” He started doing the boy-struggling-in-his-bonds-to-hurt-me thing again so I popped him in the same spot on the same nut with the same rubber band and he shrieked like a little bitch. I think this is what they used to call tough love. Hell I don’t even know what that meant, but it sure hurt my balls to hurt his. Whatever, he deserved it.
I went over and got the tranquilizer drug stuff. I followed directions and all the episodes of those crappy doctor shows from TV and injected him with his first dose. It apparently lasts for quite a while, but I had enough for about a week of continued injections if I decided to go on and on without letting him rest. In less than a minute his eyes were blinking lazily.
“Hey Pussyboy, how ya feeling?” I asked.
“Duuuude, …. ….. … pretty … …. Great… …” His responses were slow.
“Do you love dick?”
“… … … Hell… … … No… Faggots…”
“Cool, I think we’ll change his tune.”
A knock at the door brought us all to attention. I walked up the stairs and opened the door with a happy smile on my face. “Hey Mikael!”
“Hey there Drew, you’re looking good. I heard you were having a party over here and needed one good dick sucker.”
I laughed, “Yeah man, not for any of us mind you, so quit getting your hopes up about you and me you silly homo,” I joked, “Now get inside. You thirsty? We’ve got a full bar. I just doped up your new best friend. It’s this drug I found on the internet that puts you in a very relaxed state so you’re pain-free but very open to suggestion. Now this kid hates gays and seems the type that probably beat the shit out of one or two in High School. So, you’re getting the ultimate payback. Taking a future frat-boy to future cock-suck-boy.”
He squealed a sort of happy squeal in only the way gay men can.
Let me back up a second. I’m not gay. As we’ve found out from the preceding 50 pages or so, I very much love the pussy. But I’m a lover of people and gay people generally seem to be some of the happiest, progressive-minded people around and they’re never boring. But then again, I honestly couldn’t sit back after a lot of beer and say that I’ve never thought about fucking a dude. It’d be different. So maybe the definitive “I’m not gay” statement was a little misleading. You know… does it really fucking even matter? We love who we love and we fuck who we fuck. At the end of the day everyone gets their rocks off and we all go home happy so who cares. Life is too short to bitch over titles and names and labels. Have fun, love people, and don’t get on my bad list. That’s the moral of this whole thing called life, I guess.
We headed over to the bar and I fixed Mikael a drink, I don’t remember what it was but it was fruity and vodka-y. We headed down stairs and Mikael gasped happily at the setup.
“Hey… Mika… whats up?” Dom asked nervously. I don’t think they had seen each other in many years. I don’t know the whole story, and I don’t really care. I guess something had gone down in their childhood and now although they lived in the same city, they never wanted to hang out and were very distant.
“Hey Dom, it’s good to see you.” Mikael walked up and hugged Dom, who hugged back awkwardly. “I forgive you.” He said cryptically and disembraced, backing up and looking at the tied up boy.
Joe spoke up from the corner, “Hello.” Was all he said.
“Hey there, I’m Mika.” They exchanged greetings and nonsense, and Mika got back to looking at the naked boy.
“Mika, here’s the plan. I’m going to give this boy into your care for the next few days. Here is the box with the drug in it. I want him to associate cocks with pleasure and pussy with pain. Make him happy that he’s getting to fuck boys and being fucked by boys. Make him hurt when he thinks about pussy. I’ll let you work a bit on him tonight until you’re tired. Tomorrow we’ll get Ashley involved to help facilitate the pussy end of it. Take your time and have fun with him, and don’t stay up too late now you hear?” I added the last part in a faux-fatherly tone.
“Oh I’m afraid I probably will be up late.” He produced a small bottle from his pocket that had white powder in it.
“And I’M afraid that I might have to join you with some of that tomorrow.” I said happily. As far as I was concerned, it’s all drugs. I treat blow like booze. I enjoy being sober most of the time, but occasionally I want a drink. Its all drugs. “So, you have your way with the boy, we’ll be upstairs watching a movie or something. Joe, Dom, would you guys untie Tessie and lets head up to the TV room.”
I turned and headed up the stairs, Mika stroking his hand up Pussyboy’s leg was the last thing I saw of them that night. I went upstairs and drained my SoCo/Dr.Pepper as the boys and Tess were coming up.
“Guys, anyone up for getting shitfaced?”
Everyone erupted in cheers except for Tess. She was still naked but untied, and when the guys left her at the top of the stairs to come over to the bar, she stood there unsure of what to do. It was beautiful seeing this princess caged invisibly. Standing there with nothing but her electric collar on, she shuffled her feet back and forth and looked at the floor for a bit before looking up at me staring at her. The boys were mixing drinks and pouring shots. They both had doubleshots of Jager, you know, to get the party started, and then they mixed separate drinks.
One arm was down at her side, a hand trying to creep over to cover her shaved pussy. She was at war with modesty and trying to act like I told her to. Her legs were closed tight at the knee, and her other arm crossed her body alternating between being raised up to cover her nipples and being lowered down to show off her breasts like I had told her.
Our eyes met and she timidly lowered her gaze. “Sweetheart,“ I cooed “Come join us for drinks. After plowing your friend, I think you deserve a few shots.” Dom and Joe both got excited remembering what had transpired a few hours ago.
“Wooo! Yeah, you totally fucking gave it to her good!” Joe said.
“Yeah, god that was fucking hot. You tore her pussy up!” Dom added.
It was weird, for a minute it was like she was one of the guys and not a hostage sextoy. This was good and bad, and sadly, as the ringleader here, I had to bring everything back to reality.
“Alright Joe, fix Tess two double-Jagers. Fix me two, and you guys each do another double shot. I’m not gonna have you pussy out on me now. Dom, go find a good drunk movie for us to watch, and I swear if it’s a Russell Crowe movie, I’m gonna tie YOU to a chair and have your cousin work on you.” For some reason, what I had meant as a joke, made him give off this really weird vibe. Whatever, I was about to get drunk with a hot naked chick.
We did our shots, and before they set in, I grabbed Tess and we walked to my room. “Hey, so here’s the deal. I’m going to tell the guys No Sex tonight, but you’re probably going to end up sucking everyone’s dick.”
She got a hurt look in her eye that I didn’t like much.
“Listen, you’re a fucktoy as far as they’re concerned. Er I mean as far as WE are concerned you’re just here to be used. So, you know, be happy that I’m giving your pussy and ass a break. Just suck some dick, do what they say, and we’ll all have a good night and you’ll be back in my bed tonight before we sleep. But after you brush your teeth a few times. I don’t want you all cummy-breathed.” I laughed and swatted her hip. “Now before you go back in there, I want you to go in my closet and pick out a really hot outfit. Remember, even though you’re sortof a prisoner here, you do have some level of control. I’m gonna tell them No Sex, but if you play it hot and saucy, you can probably trick these drunk fucking bastards into or out of whatever sick things they come up with for you to do. The sexier you make yourself, the less they’ll care if you actually do whatever they want, and the more they’ll just be happy that they’re seeing something this hot in person.” With the last part I ran my fingers from her collarbone, lightly over her breast to end emphatically over her pussy. “You’ve got about 5 minutes, so hurry and find something sexy. Don’t keep them waiting, if they’re angry it’ll only go worse for you.” I slapped her ass one more time and then I shut the door behind me and went into the main room.
Dom picked out a classic. I sat down as the opening credits started. We had seen it a thousand times and could pretty much quote it. It was really a documentary on what I would do if I were a cop. It involves pot, syrup, and the infamous Cat Game, which also works awesome if you happen to find yourself working the customer service returns counter at a massive electronics store. “Oh, sir, I’m sorry, meow why were you having problems rewinding your DVD? Ah, well meow you do realize that DVD players don’t FUCKING REWIND!!” True story. I hate people. Fucking idiot consumers.
Yes, the cop movie was a drunk-time favorite. I decided to have ‘the talk’ with everyone. “Now guys, here’s the deal. I’m giving the girls a rest tonight.” They aww’ed and exchanged angry ‘bullshit’ type words that I really wasn’t listening to. “But listen, here’s the deal. We’re gonna pretend it’s the strip club. So we’ll sit here, drinking, and watching this movie, but Tess will do whatever you ask. So if you want your dick sucked, just ask. If you want her to finger herself, just ask. Nothing painful or mean, we’re just going to get drunk and have a good time tonight ok?” I got up and got the huge bottle of Jager and brought it into the room, along with several cans of delicious drinks. “No sense in having to get up to pour more shots or find more chasers.”
It’s always been a rule in my house that if anyone calls “Shot!” you have to do one. If you complain, you have to do two. That way everyone mans up and you feel like your friends are cool, or else they pass out really early and in that case they weren’t cool to begin with and were not worth partying with. I decided to change it, mostly to help Tessie out. “New Rule! Well, addendum to the usual SHOT rule. If you get your dick sucked, when you cum, you have to do a double shot.” This was greeted to eager happy exclamations. The booze was starting to kick in and they were just happy to get sucked off. I don’t think they’d realize that with all the booze we were going to be drinking, if they got their dick sucked more than once they’d probably puke. We weren’t hardcore drinkers. I could take down a ton of Jager though. They didn’t seem to have much of a tolerance for it, which again, was good for Tess.
And speaking of her, she walked in to catcall-fanfare from my friends and damnit if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Sweet little Tessie was wearing 4” stripper boots that came up to her knee, black and shiny with zippered inside. Black fishnet stockings spiderwebbed their way from booted-knee up her creamy pale thigh only to disappear underneath a very mini black-plaid schoolgirl skirt. Her midriff was bare up to a matching black-plaid-print halter-top that buckled in the front, pulling her breasts together, showing off plenty of the inner parts of her breasts and ample cleavage. She had done up her hair in ebony pigtails that screamed “Use me as handles while you fuck me!”
“Alrighty then, let the games begin! Remember boys, there’s a classic movie on!”
They laughed and forgot all about the movie.
“Tessie, love, why don’t you come kneel at my feet. Boys, first person to do a shot gets to tell Tess to do something first!”
They grabbed for their shot glasses and both drained them in a gulp. Joe won though. “Joe, looks like you’re up first!”
“Goddamn right! Dom you pussy! HA! Alright, let’s see you dance around a bit. I want a lapdance bitch!”
Tess looked up at me and I smiled. It was on.
She crawled scandalously on all fours across the carpet to Joe, seated in a recliner. Her hips swayed back and forth, hypnotically from the back view and Joe’s eyes were focused solely on her tits rocking side to side in the front. Her whorish smile went unnoticed to all but me. She was enjoying this small bit of power. Her boots made a soft whisking sound across the carpet. Her skirt rode up her pale thighs revealing once again that tender area where thigh met the crease of her ass cheeks. Alluring and erotic.
Her hands slid up his shins and found a firm, calculated grip above his knees and she slid up from the carpet, between his legs. Her tits dragged on the chair as she sexily snaked her hands up his thighs and paraded her tits in front of his eyes. Her hands went up his chest as she slowly brought herself up to straddled him and eased down her crotch down to his. She ran her fingers up his face and into his hair and pulled his head back against the recliner like she was in charge. Damn she knew what she was doing.
She slowly grinded her pussy into his crotch, pulled his head to one side, and licked up the side of his neck to his ear. He went crazy with that. She playfully swatted him with one of her pigtails and then the other. His hands found the globes of her ass. He pawed and kneaded at them over her skirt and she started flicking his earlobe with her tongue.
Dom was rubbing his crotch over his pants, waiting eagerly. She leaned back and pulled his head down into her cleavage and he licked at her breasts. She pushed his head back, leaned back on his chair and brought a leg in front of his face, then spun around so her ass was against his dick. She gave me a quick look and saw me smiling approvingly. She stood up with her ass in his face and he reached his hand under her skirt to play. She spun around and slapped his hand away, wagging a finger in his face.
That could’ve been a bad move, but then she slid her hand down into her panties, pulled out a wet finger and wiped it under his nose. He was in heaven. “Alright, Dom, it’s your turn. Joe, you got your gift for now, SHOT!” I said.
“I want a blowjob!” Dom said nervously.
“Dude, this isn’t a fucking wish machine or a genie in a lamp, fucking tell her to suck you off man!” I joked.
“Get over here and suck me off then baby!” Dom said.
She pulled herself off Joe’s erect bulging pants and strutted over in time with the music playing on the movie. I looked over and Joe had his dick out. I swear, he never takes his hands off that thing.
She walked up to Dom on the couch and smiled innocently. “I’m sorry, what did you say cutie?” Wow, she was encouraging this. Amazing.
Dom started to get all bashful with her direct gaze, then he spoke up, “I said, could you like, suck my er whatever and.. give me … like… a blowjob.”
“Aw, that’s so cute! You’re adorable. I’d be happy to suck your whatever sweetheart, why don’t you just lay back and let me help you with that big thing in your pants.” This was perfect!
Dom leaned back and put his arms on top of the couch. She reached down and unbuckled his pants. Then she slid them off and Dom was sitting there in his boxers with half a tent pitched. She pulled down his boxers and the head of his penis caught on the elastic, and when she pulled them off, it flipped up and slapped against his stomach with a funny sound that seemed to embarrass him. “You guys don’t look at it. This is weird!”
I handed Dom another shot and he drained it just before Tess’s lips found the tip of his penis. She swirled her tongue around the tip and sucked hard on it. Dom’s eyes rolled back and he laid down full out on the couch. With her hand, she stroked at his cock and her lips traveled up and down the length of his shaft. She seemed to have a little trouble at the depth, her eyes squinting shut, with cute gagging noises coming from her mouth. Her mouth slid up and down his cock. In the course of about 20 seconds, Dom tensed up and started spearing into Tess’s mouth. With a deep growl, he came.
Joe laughed hard, “Dude! That was so lame! You didn’t even last a minute!!”
Dom turned bright red and started to look mad. Like a hero, Tess diffused the situation by whispering something into Dom’s ear. It sounded something like, “What does it matter how long you took, you got yours, you’re feelin great right? And you have a bigger dick than he does baby.”
With that Dom laid back and smiled happy. All the booze was hitting him hard and he was getting sleepy already. We had been drinking for maybe thirty minutes, but he’d had maybe 6-8 shots in that time. He lay smiling, staring up at the ceiling with a newfound sense of confidence.
“New Rule Dom! You came, you gotta do a shot!” I poured it and he drank it.
Joe asked, “Hey Drew, it’s your turn, whatcha gonna have her do?”
I smiled. “Take off your skirt, sit on the floor and masturbate. I want to see you squirt.”
Her confident façade wavered for a second. She would be the center of attention with guys watching her doing intimate things. I don’t think she had expected this. “Now.” I added. I handed her another double shot and she downed it quickly. She turned around and bent over, pulling the skirt down her legs slowly giving us a great view of her emerging ass. After she stepped out of the skirt, she got down on all fours, showing us her gorgeous ass and her pussy lips were peaking thru. She was wearing a thong that had ridden up her asscrack and into her pussy crack. It was one of those string-types and she just undid the knot and pulled the strings and the thong came off easy. She sat on the carpet, giving us a view of her pussy, only a little color of shame in her face. Soon, she would be a natural exhibitionist slut.
She pulled at a few of the fishnet parts of the crotch and ripped them so she could get her hands and fingers in better. Joe was jacking off full force now and I was sitting watching and smiling. Her eyes never left mine as she slid her hands down her bare belly, along the creases of her thighs and into the wonderland of her pussy. The booze was working on her as well as she started making noise while masturbating.
Her fingers gingerly worked her own buttons. Like a skilled locksmith, it only took a few minutes before she was fully opened. She was laying back, eyes closed, legs bent at the knee. Her pussy was directly in front of me and she had two fingers sliding in and out, deep inside, rubbing mysteries that most men never knew about. Gentle sighs and “oh’s” and “ah’s” escaped her lips as she was lost to some place that we mortals could not bring her back from. A hand reached up from her soaking pussy and unbuckled her top so she could get at her nipples. She tweaked and pulled hard at one while her other hand was delving deep. Her fingers seemed to find that perfect pace as they slid in and out rhythmically, rubbing the upper wall of her pussy. Her aroma scented the room like a candle.
Dom was watching, stroking his dick. Joe was pulling hard at his own meat. I just loved seeing her enjoying herself. I was a patient man, I would get off eventually.
Soon her “oh’s” and “ah’s” came more frequently and her fingers sliding in and out made more noise. Sloppy wet sounds grew louder and finally, with a sharp intake of her breath, she arched, her fingers working harder than before, and a few streams of clear fluid spurted out rhythmically like a heartbeat with the slopping of her fingers. Her teeth clenched together as she tried to keep her more animalistic noises from surfacing but she moaned and squealed long and hard.
It was no earth shattering orgasm. No, that had been earlier today. But she had done as I asked and squirted across the carpet. Most women seemed to think that was weird or gross. I thought it was pretty damn cool.
She laid there for a few seconds and Joe hopped off the couch and with a grunt, came on her stomach. Her hand reached up and held his balls while he came.
“Oh my god that waash fluckin great. I guessh I hafta do anodder shot.” Joe was slurring pretty bad but I poured him another. Dom jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I don’t guess that last shot set well with him. Joe laughed but ended up stumbling to bed. I yelled after him, “Tomorrow is another Fuck-Wheel spin! Make sure you’re up in time for dinner!!”
I looked down at my Tessie. She had had a long day. Between the booze and the cuming she looked like she was passed out. I turned off the TV, scooped her up in my arms and took her to my room. I laid her on the bed, got a wet washcloth and wiped her down. Normally it would be weird wiping some other dude’s jizz off a girl, but it was ok tonight. I took off her top, unzipped her boots and pulled off her fishnets. I was about to get into bed when I remembered the pigtails. I had never had long hair before but I don’t think it would be very comfortable to sleep with your hair like that, so I gently pulled out the rubber band thingers from her pigtails and laid her head on the pillow and got her all tucked in.
I left the room and started cleaning up. I poured the drinks they had made into one cup and took long gulps as I walked down to the basement. Mika had something up Pussyboy’s ass that had him moaning like a girl.
“Hey Mika, how’s it going?”
He turned around and smiled, “Pretty good. I’m just showing him some of the finer points of what his body can feel like with the proper stimulation. Most straight men don’t realize how good it feels to have your prostate massaged properly.”
“Cool… I guess… well I’m going to sleep. Nite Mika and thanks for your help.”
“No problem at all, seriously.” He said with a big grin, “Nite Drew.”
I finished off the drink heading up the stairs, turned out the lights, heard someone in the bathroom puking, and went in to my angel. She was still asleep where I left her. Passed out indeed. I stripped down and got between the sheets. Her pussy was still leaking a bit as there was a small wet spot near her. I turned off the lamp and passed out myself.
Chapter 10 – Ambushed By 3 Words and a Shampoo Bottle
The sun pierced thru the blinds making hostile lines on my wall. An unwelcome invader, a German blitzkrieg into my Poland sleep, my eyes protested opening. What a night, I thought. I rolled over to look at Tessie and… where’d she go??
Flinging covers off like I was late for class, I jumped to my feet. I KNEW I shouldn’t have trusted her!! Where the fuck did she run off too and how had she escaped… she had a collar on... maybe she wasn’t far. Maybe she was still in the house. I heard something fall in the bathroom, a small, reverberating thud. I quickly walked into the bathroom and my jaw dropped.
She was on all fours by the toilet, pale ass in the air with her gorgeous creamy breasts dangling towards the floor, nipples occasionally brushing the floor mat, with the enema bag hung on the shower curtain rod trailing its cleansing hose into her rectum. It looked like she was flying a red kite with her ass.
She looked up startled, and grimace on her face from the water filling her gut. “I figured whatever you, ugh, had planned for us today, this way at least I wouldn’t have to worry about, ehhh, shitting all over the place.”
I wanted to be outraged. She was my slave! She was supposed to take my nefarious orders and carry them out unwillingly, forced against her will, to protest everything that happened. And here she was with a great idea. What was I going to do? Tell her “No!” on principle and pull the hose out of her ass because she infringed upon my iron-fisted control, only to tell her an hour later that she was right and have her wash herself out again?
I simply smiled and got in the shower.
As I lathered on the soap, and washed away the booze and sex rolling out my pores, I heard her relief. I knew it myself, the waterfall of the dirty leaving. It would carry on for a few more minutes, I always enjoyed reading during.
I finished showering and as I exited the misty enclosure, Tess was stepping one foot first into the tub, testing the water, then, satisfied, the other foot followed and knees-together, she slid down into the hot water. She rolled over on her side, eyeing me a good poker face. It could’ve been anything… resentment, lust, fear, hate… love. Or it could’ve just been whatever I was hoping it to mean and she really wanted my cock on the tip of a butter-knife as it sawed me dull, ear-to-ear. You never knew with these good women. This was the specific breed I always fell for. I craved stability, but for some reason I always fell for the women who I never felt stable with. Like at any minute those loving fingernails massaging down my back could turn to talons and leave scars, or the nibbling kiss could turn to full-on biting flesh-rip as she remembered some injustice I’d long forgotten. Unpredictable love when all I wanted was predictable sex.
She was almost fetal in the water, her arms together, making a V, hands clasped, hugging, squeezing her breasts together, a few air bubbles escaping apathetically thru cleavage, away from my second favorite place in the world. Her head was resting, tilted at that horrible angle you get when you put your head on the back of the tub. Her poker face broke into sleepy, smoky eyes as she idly scooped up water with her mouth and spit it out just as idly.
A warm glow came to her eyes and she spoke, “You like me.”
Fuck.
I mean, what do you do in this situation? Hi, I’m a horrible kidnapper of a person; rape, torture, assault, kidnapping, and all the other Law and Order SVU buzzwords that escape me right now. But I happen to fall in love. A big fucking pussy of a criminal I turned out to be.
What do I say in return? “No I don’t?” How middle school.
How do I act from here on out? I can’t let the guys know. That totally erodes my credibility and the food chain devolves into an order-less free-for-all.
I needed time to think. This golden swirl of an experience was quickly turning into bullshit.
I said nothing. I turned on my heels and walked out. I mean, I wouldn’t deny it and lie to her. We were all in this house at this time because one woman fucked me over and here I am hopping right back in with another? I was losing objectivity here. This was not the stoic businessman mafia anymore.
As I was dressing, I heard small splashes in the water of a beautiful girl bathing.
“20 minutes, be downstairs, your clothes are on the bed.” I said, trying to sound unaffected.
“Yes sir.” She replied genuinely. OH that made it worse, was she patronizing me? There was no sarcasm there, maybe she understood. I bet she did. Fucking smart girl. God that made it worse. Why couldn’t she be a dumbass that I could just whip or fuck without a care? Where was the catharsis I was asking for in this situation? I guess it would come later.
One of my favorite authors, Robert Jordan, has a character in one of his books that says “Kittens tangle your yarn, men tangle your wits, and it's as easy as breathing for both.” Insert “women” for “men” and this is where I’m at.
God, enough of my bitching. I looked for a minute at my collection of clothing choices for her, and couldn’t find anything I liked for today, so I grabbed her old clothes from the laundry basket, freshly washed, and set them out for her. The black, gothic Hello Kitty spaghetti strap shirt and the mid-thigh black with dark purple polka dot shirt looked great on her. I left the panties in the basket and the boots were in my closet. She could wear just those two items today.
I finished dressing and headed out of the room. It was around 9am and everyone else was apparently sleeping. The other guys would probably be asleep till 2 or 3 this afternoon. I wondered what Mikael was up to with the boy.
I found a note at the top of the basement stairs. “Took him to my place, letting some of my friends have a go at him. Call you later!” Dumbass kid for walking into my plan. A little ass rape would change this kid’s whole world perspective. I headed down anyways, couldn’t forget little miss perfect in the tank.
I took a peek in the window. Ashley was curled up in one of the corners closest to the door with a corner of a pillow over her mouth and nose, and the piss bucket in the opposite, back end. She must have used it! I barked a laugh. I knocked against the window and she jumped and turned, getting dangerously close to the ceiling. I pressed the “To Talk” button and spoke.
“Morning princess. Did you go wee-wee in your bucket?” Her eyes shot anger, humiliation and shame at a machine-gun pace towards me.
“Well, let’s pick it up and take it outside now. Don’t do anything stupid now, I’m going to let you come out and we’re going to go outside for a little bit… let the wittle doggie out to pway for a wittle bit” I said in that irritating dog-lover-dog-talky voice.
“Now, when you come out, I’m going to put a rather large ball gag in your mouth. If you get stupid and decide to scream, well… lets just say, ‘No Loud Noises’ with this thing.” And I smiled politely. There are some sick fucks online that apparently have a lot of pretty sweet engineering and electronics knowledge. But more on that later.
I unlocked the door and let it swing open with a low groan. A wave of piss-aroma washed out of the tank. “Whoa, well done, Stinky!” She started walking out and I coughed and eyed the bucket in the back of the tank. She rolled her eyes in that teenage-exasperated-girl manner and scuttled to the back to fetch the bucket, affording me a great view of a bent over shaved teen pussy.
She grabbed the bucket in one hand and turned to bring it out, seeing me staring at her back end she blushed and lowered her head. The bucket made some healthy sloshing sounds. “Wow, did you try to fill that thing up?” I asked as she exited the tank.
She set the bucket down and stood waiting, eyes down. I walked over to a black box on the shelf. Unlatching the top, I opened it and checked out my pretty sweet new gadget. It looked like a fairly regular black ball gag, maybe a little larger than usual. One side of the ball had an LED and the other side of the ball had a well concealed nozzle. There was a small remote device, like something you would attach to your keychain to remotely open your car door. I flipped a switch on the back of the remote and the LED on the gag flashed red twice, and then stayed lit green. I turned sideways to look at her, and to palm the remote into my pocket. Her eyes were still down. I picked up the gag and had a finger over the led.
As I walked over to her, the closer I got, the faster her breathing became. “Relax, sweetheart, just be cool and do what I ask and you might get a day off of being a dick-sheath.” Her deep green eyes rose to meet mine. They were a little bloodshot from crying. “Lets get this gag in there and then I’ll take off that shock-collar. It’s got to be pretty itchy huh?” I played a good friend; the kindness threw her a bit.
“Now you’re going to have to open wide.” She complied and I brought the ball to rest inside her mouth. I lifted her hair up and buckled the strap secure behind her head. It took her a few panicked breaths before she figured out to breathe thru her nose. Then I removed the shock collar and let her hair fall back down. “There you go, you may scratch your neck if you’d like.” Her small hands slowly rose to rub at her neck.
I started in again with the good friend routine. “You know, I think I’m going to start trusting you a little more Ashley. You seem like a really sweet girl. Go ahead and grab your bucket and let’s head outside for a bit, ok?”
I let her go first up the steps and I stared hard at her small white ass. She was breathing heavy thru her nose by the time we got to the top. I brought a hand to rest on her hip and she flinched slightly. “Now now, we’re just going to head down the hallway and out back. Then you can empty that pail and wash it out.”
I pushed open the back door and her eyes squinched shut hard against the sun. She hadn’t seen sunlight for the past several days, nor any light for the past night and morning in the tank. I walked her over to the hose area and things started feeling wrong.
She eyed the hose, then eyed me, then eyed her bucket. In a quick motion I was almost half-expecting, she quickly threw all the piss in the bucket at me, splashing against my chest and up into my eyes. I dove to the ground, expecting the bucket next while I couldn’t see. As I hit the ground and slid a little, I clawed hard at my eyes to get the stinging urine out. She screamed and THEN threw the bucket at my head, knocking hard against my skull, then took off running. A little dazed, I fumbled for the remote with one hand and rubbed hard at my eyes with the other. Still unable to open my eyes, I listened. I heard her exhale a scream and anticipated the inhale. At surprisingly the right moment, I pressed the button on the remote and her hands flew to her throat and in 4 more paces she dropped hard to the ground.
I stood and used the hose to wash my face. Each gag had about four or five doses of a few different substances, all made to be inhalants and all rigged to the buttons on the remote. I started walking towards her, smelling strongly of urine. I unbuckled the gag so she wouldn’t choke and placed it in my pocket. Then I picked her up on my shoulders and walked her inside. Nearing the house, I glanced up to my window and saw the blinds flick close. Good. She had seen her friend run off and then drop for no reason. Who knows what it could be?! Ha!
I carried Ashley’s body down into the basement, set her down, and then rigged up her favorite doggie chair again. I buckled her in and did the whole routine, laying her back and spreading her legs, sliding her into the cage and setting up the dropper. I refilled the bottle, put the headphones on her and set up my computer. I went outside, got the dog, and then led it back down. The smart little bugger knew what was waiting for him down in the basement and his tale started wagging long before he reached the bottom of the stairs. I walked over and started the bell program and the dog rushed over to lap at the girl’s pussy. She would be out for another 20 minutes or so, but no matter, maybe it would still work subconsciously.
As I started up the steps, Tess walked into view in the doorway, short little skirt, gorgeous tits, and a coy smile. I reached the top of the steps and looked down at her; her smile never wavered as she stared at me. I gave her a quick, nose-wrinkled sniff, and walked to my room to shower, she followed. Peeling off my wet shirt, I flung it against a wall in irritation. What the fuck was that smile about? Like I couldn’t handle that little girl or something. She didn’t know I had PLANNED that… or something. Well it had crossed my mind, I wasn’t expecting her to show balls like that and take off running. Whatever, I needed a shower. I started the water spraying, and unbuttoned my pants. She walked past me, behind me, but I eyed her in the mirror. What was she playing at? I bent over and took off my shoes and socks, still keeping an eye on her. She bent over slightly and lowered the toilet seat lid, her skirt riding up her thighs to the top of her legs and the bottom bump of her gorgeous ass. Then, sitting delicately on top of the lid like a princess, she crossed her legs and looked at me again with that goddamned smile, like nothing was wrong and the world was all sunshine, unicorns and gummy bears.
Mmm, gummy bears. I realized I was hungry. I didn’t say a thing to her; I took my pants off and tossed them into a corner next to the laundry basket. I caught a quick, disapproving flinch in her face as she looked at the pants then back to me. What the fuck, was I on show now? I am not her personal stripper. But I’m not going to say anything, everything is fine and I’ve got it all under control. I lowered my boxer briefs and turned to look at her. I had no problem standing here naked with her looking at me. I’d fucked the shit out of her with this cock; she was well acquainted with it!
Whatever. I turned and walked into the shower. I grabbed the soap and a rag and scrubbed hard against the urine areas. In some areas my skin turned a bright pink from the scrubbing, but I had to get rid of that smell. That was just gross. I’d have to discipline that little cunt soon. This was an extra special disciplining that I’d have to think up. You don’t throw piss on someone, kidnapper or not! Gross! Maybe I’d piss on her? I scrubbed through my washing routine and slowly twirled around, letting the water wash off the soap and hopefully all the urine. I reached over and grabbed the shampoo bottle. Hmm, feels a little light. I tried to squeeze some out into my hand but the bottle was empty. Fuck… I thought I had at least half a bottle in here. I started to open my mouth to ask Tess for some shampoo-bottle-grabbing assistance but quickly stopped myself. Did she plan this? Did she empty my shampoo bottle so I’d ask her for help?
When did I become such a mental case?!? I am in control here. It doesn’t matter what she’s doing or what she did. Shampoo empty, problem. Find more shampoo, solution. I opened the door to the shower and glanced her way, she seemed to have a questioning look on her face, like she was waiting for something. Putting on my best “unaffected” airs I sniffed again and turned to the tub, looking for the shampoo there. It was placed at the edge of the tub closest to the shower. Not in the corner with the conditioner or the face scrub, no, it was placed right on the edge just waiting there for me. mmmHHMMM. I snatched up the shampoo, gritting my teeth a little and walked back into the shower… my sanctuary.
This girl was crazy man! Psycho mind-games and shit! Uhhh... well I did kidnap her and worse, but what the fuck. No. I’m still here, in control. How could she unseat the champ here? Not going to happen. I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve for her and her little friend and… wait, quick check of the shampoo bottle. I looked around the outside for … I don’t know what… poison? I unscrewed the top and peeked inside. Dark. What was I expecting? I sniffed the opening casually. Yup, smells like shampoo. I wonder if she did anything to it? GAH! I’m driving myself crazy and she’s in the passenger seat telling me it’s just a little further till we get there!!!
I shampooed my hairs without incident. Turned off the water and stepped out, drying off. She was still there, still on her throne, still with that goddamned pretty fucking smile.
I walked into my room and dressed in fresh clothes, did my hair and spritzed on some new cologne. I turned and looked into the bathroom and she was still sitting high on her throne watching me. I cleared my throat and smiled back at her, “Tessie, get your shoes on, we’re going out for lunch and some new things.”
Her head cocked and she stared incredulous like I had spoken a foreign language to her. “Oh, we’ll make sure you’re a good girl, but let’s hurry, I’m hungry.” I tossed some strappy, hookerish looking shoes her way and headed downstairs.
Chapter 11 – What’s the Name of the Store?
Going out with your girl for the first time is always a special occasion. And being that my special girl was also a victim who might try to escape adds a little something extra. Heading into the basement, I smiled at the dog lapping poor Ashley’s pussy.
The bitch shouldn’t have thrown her piss on me, but whatever, I was about to enjoy a nice day with Tessie. I headed to the corner shelf with all the goodies on it. I opened another box, grabbed the contents and headed back up. As I passed Ashley, she stirred. The stirring turned to squirming and the squirming turned to screaming and bucking as she realized she was back in her chair. I took a peek at her slobbery crotch just as the bell went off again and another drop of delicious jelly fell onto an already soppy puss. With my index finger, I gently scooped up a bit of the stuff, rubbed it on some things in the crotch of the panties I had collected from the box, and then I chuckled and headed up the stairs.
She was waiting for me at the top of the stairs. The self-sure smile had faded and she had an apprehensive air about her. I opened my hand and showed her a pair of black, lacy, boyshort panties. She smiled a little; I think she was expecting me to send her out in public with no panties at all! Ha, she’d probably wish for that soon enough.
Her pale, white hand stretched out and fingered the waistband. I spoke up, “Here, let me help you put them on.” I dropped to a knee and gingerly lifted her ankle, sliding her stripper shoe thru one leg-hole. I did the same for her other leg and looked up at her. “Now, don’t move ok?” Sliding the panties up her legs was so hot for me. “Lift your skirt please.” And she complied. Her freshly shaved area inches from my face. I had to restrain myself from burying my head in heaven.
As the waistband passed over her hips she quickly looked down at me surprised and started squirming. “I said hold still now!” I said with a smile. “Spread your legs more and relax hun!”
The crotch of the panties had a number of pretty sweet special modifications. For one, there was a pair of three inch stalagmites on the inside of the crotch. Very miniature butt plugs I guess you could say. I wiggled those around a little bit and they each seated into a hole. One sliding a little ways into her asshole, the other seating into her pussy. They both had several vibrating intensity levels as well as being able to deliver electric shocks to those sensitive areas.
“Now, just a quick demonstration of your hot, new panties!” I reached into my pocket and pressed the first level vibration. A whisper of a hum came from her crotch and her eyes rolled back, not from pleasure but more from an “oh my god, this is lame” type eye-roll. Then I turned it off and quickly pressed the first level shock.
“OWWW! Jesus what the fuck?!” She yelled.
“That’s just level one. While we’re out, you really should do what I ask, and if you cause a scene or try to let anyone know what’s going on here, I have no problem lighting you up, cattle-prod style and carrying you out, telling everyone I’m taking you to the hospital. I trust you’ll be a good girl and none of this will be necessary, but I still think it could make for some interesting times.” I smiled and held my arm out gentleman-like. “You ready, love?”
She sighed and threaded her arm through mine. “Please don’t make me do anything embarrassing or sexual while we’re out.” She asked, the first stage of pleading.
I led her out to my car. The van was tucked away behind the garage, under a tarp. You can never be too careful. We walked up to the car and I opened her door for her.
“You drive a Prius?” She laughed. “You have no problem kidnapping, raping and torturing girls, but you care about the environment???”
I smiled, “Well, it’s not so much that I care about the environment, it’s more that with gas prices the way they are, I wanted something that would be more gas-efficient so that I could buy more stuff, like, handcuffs and tattoo guns and weird, creepy sound-proof rooms for my basement.”
“You know with the price you paid for this, the gas you’ll save is really not that…”
“Smartass!” I cut her off and shut her door, ending the conversation in a completely mature way.
Keys in one hand and vibrator-shocking-panty remote in the other, I opened my door and shambled into the car. I placed the remote in the pocket beside my leg and started up the super-lame car.
Getting onto the highway, she saw that we were heading away from her town and she seemed a little relieved. “I think a little road-head is in order now.” I said. She looked around at the empty road and hesitated a few moments too long. I reached down and pressed the shock button.
Bzzzt! “AHH! Fuck! Are you serious?”
I pressed the button again and she jumped, twisting in the seat and her hands shot down to her crotch. “Do NOT touch! Or I’ll shock you again. Do not mess with them, right now your body is completing the circuit between the two plugs and trying to remove them will cause a pretty serious electric discharge that might just shock you unconscious.” I bullshitted a bit.
I leaned back in the seat a little and smiled. Defeated, she reached over and undid my belt and pants, and dug her small hand into my pants. “Ahh, there’s my little buddy, just pop that sucker in your mouth and get to work, love!”
She awkwardly tried to lean over in the seat and get her head down low enough to suck. It just wasn’t working in this small of a car. “Get up on your knees in the seat and then you can bend over and do it.”
She protested, “But in this skirt, my ass is going to be in the window.”
“There’s no one on the highway, and plus, your face will be in my crotch so you won’t be able to see the people staring at your ass. Plus, it’s fucking hot! I’d kill to be driving down the road and look over and see some chick’s hot ass staring at me from the car next to me!”
She blushed a bit, and casting a gaze to her crotch, and the electric panties underneath, she did as she was told. Shimmying up and putting her knees on the seat, she bent her head down and took my flaccid cock into her mouth.
One of my favorite parts of a blowjob is that first touch, where your dry, cool-air-cooled cock bursts into the warmth and wetness of a willing (or unwilling) mouth.
“Mmmmmm, perfect.” I drove on.
Her lips closed around the tip of my cock and descended the length. At its flaccid state I amused myself thinking about how it might feel like a warm little worm laying lifeless against the length of her tongue. She added suction to the event and my cock was home. Inside her mouth, her tongue waggled back and forth against the side of my cock and she applied a little pressure from her tongue, compressing it against the roof of her mouth. Her lips added some pressure, forming a nice ring against the base of my dick, and sliding her tongue back and forth, her head rose, bathing the length in the loving attentions of her mouth. Reaching the tip, she paused and sucked a bit like she was trying to get one of those thick milkshakes thru a straw.
The tip of her tongue swirled around, paying homage to the thousands of nerve endings, and they responded like a stadium doing the wave. She pulled her mouth off to a happy “paaa” type noise. The girl had talent, suction and skill coming together all for the glory of my cock. She blew lightly on the tip, a maneuver one should do occasionally but not often during fellatio.
I smiled and my eyelids closed slightly as her warmth descended again. A slow rhythm developed with my penis growing to full capacity. She sucked eagerly, as evidenced by sporadic, wet noises coming from my lap. One hand on the wheel, I reached over with the other and turned on my cd player.
“I fed the clues... of a lost day killed in motion…” Mmm, I had never gotten a blowjob to my favorite band and… hey look a car up ahead. I turned the sound up a bit so she wouldn’t be able to hear the car passing, and placed my palm on the small of her back, rubbing idly.
I slid over into the left lane to pass, watching the driver and passenger of the other car. Ha! Great, a pair of guys. As I drove passed, the driver looked over briefly and went back to looking at the road. After a split second, his head whipped around to stare and his hand flew over to hit the passenger, who then looked over as well. Silent cheers erupted and the driver threw up the rock-hand at me, approving. I smiled and did the affirmative head-nod with the “OK” hand.
Tess had no idea what was going on and was obediently performing her task. I passed the dudes and thankfully, they didn’t try to speed up or follow. We had about 30 more minutes to go until we got to the mall I had in mind.
Her rhythm increased and she added a little twist to her head as she went down. She moved her tongue to the side of her mouth to let the underside of her tongue crest up and down the ‘top side’ of my cock. I shivered as the ridge of the glans coasted over the side of her tongue.
She stopped for a second and with my help, she slid my pants down to about the middle of my thighs. Dutifully getting back to her task, she slid her right hand between my legs and cupped my balls. My head rocked back against the headrest. Then a pair of her fingers began massaging the taint. “God I love that! Oh, you’re doing a great job sweetheart…” Her fingers rubbed up and down in time with her mouth. Absolutely wonderful!
A low rumble brought me out of my ‘zone’ and I saw a huge truck passing in the left lane. He slowed a bit as he passed to get a better view, then blew his horn and sped off. At the horn, Tess jerked her head up and saw the truck passing.
“Oh my god! Did he see me?”
“Well yeah, lucky bastard, I think he wanted me to pull over so you could service him too but I said no.”
“… you said ‘no’? Were you guys on cell phones or something?”
I laughed, “No... It was just like... guy telepathy… like, he gave me this look like ‘hey when you’re done hittin that, can I have a go? But don’t worry, I guy-telepathy’d him and said no.”
“Riiight... god that’s embarrassing!”
“Don’t you have a job to do… get back to work, you’ve got about 3 more minutes and then you’re going to have to find something to do with a mouth full of jizz. I recommend swallowing, but spitting out the window is also an option. God you’re awesome at this!”
She smiled meekly, a little color blooming in her cheeks again, and lowered her head back to my lap. Her rhythm increased, lips massaging my cock while her tongue swirled and pressed and licked and lapped. Her fingers pressed and massaged behind my balls. My hand slid up to her head and toyed with her hair, she tensed up. “It’s ok, you just keep working your magic, I’m not going to get rough with your head. I just like the feel of your hair.”
Her tongue danced and darted, her head bobbed up and down. Sliding her mouth off, she bent down farther, nuzzling my balls with her nose, tongue gently sliding over my sack. Her hand kept massaging and her tongue, flat-side, licked and partially encircled the side of one of my nuts. Bathing the skin with her tongue, she went back to work, anew, on my big buddy. “Oh god, keep doing that! Jesus that feels fucking great!!”
I wished I knew what she was doing so that I could write it here, but I don’t even know. I just know I was washed away in ecstasy and after about 30 more seconds, “Oh god, get ready!”
A geyser welled up and exploded, one of her hands was rubbing deeply in my crotch, her other hand had encircled the base of my cock (when had that happened??) and was pumping furiously, and her head was bobbing rapidly. I gripped the wheel with both hands and my foot involuntarily flexed out and pressed hard on the gas. My head rolled back while I tried to keep an eye on the road and I came, hard. I grunted hard and came even harder, her hands furiously working, pumping, and sucking me dry.
The rumble strips on the side of the road made loud noises under my tires and I eased the car back into the lane. “Oh my god… that… was amazing!”
She smiled as she awkwardly sat back in the seat. The CD was still going loud, but I thought I heard a “you’re welcome.”
As we pulled into the mall parking lot, I could see her visibly tensing. Hands folded over and into hands, lips were licked as if they had some delicious candy coat to them. I spoke up, “You know, I once read this story… a while back… one of the best stories I’ve ever read. I forget the title, but it was like... two girl’s names, like blank & blank. Eh, whatever, so the older girl takes the younger girl to the mall. A little like this scenario except you’ve got a zapper in your pooter. Anyways, you know what I like about this mall? They’ve got this killer adult store here, in a mall! All the bad things are in the back of course, but it’s a pretty awesome place. I like coming here occasionally.”
“What’s the name of the store?” she asked.
“I’m pretty sure it’s called Allie and Nicole’s. I think it’s a locally owned place.”
End of Act I
Note: Thank you all for the many comments and reviews. This has taken a long time to write so far, much longer than I anticipated. Stick around, things are about to get really… dark… and messy…
Everything Was Beautiful, and Nothing Hurt
Chapter 12
“How do you feel about nipple piercings?” I asked, turning off the car, I reached into the back seat and grabbed a digital camera.
Her bright eyes widened and her small nose flared at the question, and the camera. “Uh, it’d probably hurt a lot but I’ve always wanted to do that actually, I’ve just always been to scared to do it. Are you taking pictures? Isn’t that like… evidence?” She asked.
“No, it’s not ‘like’ evidence. It ‘is’ evidence, if they catch me. But I trust you’ll stay quiet today. Wouldn’t want to get zapped would you? Good… didn’t think so. Come on, let’s go.”
We both got out of the car, a rush surging thru me as this was pretty insane. I had kidnapped and raped a pair of girls, and now I was taking one of them to the mall? This had disaster written all over it. But, as the stupid, stupid man that I am, I said, what the hell, let’s do it.
“Hey wait, before we go in, do that skirt-roll thing you girls do to make the skirt higher.”
“The… what?”
“You know, like when you leave your parents house and it’s a decent length skirt, but then you get to school and roll the waistband or whatever. Do that. Now.”
She looked down at the black-with-dark-purple-polka-dot thigh-length skirt, probably thinking it was revealing enough. “Now.” I said again simply. With that, slightly trembling hands went to her waist and began rolling her skirt up. A few twists later and the skirt came up an inch and she stopped.
“No, roll it till I say stop.”
Again she started rolling. Another inch. Another. The hem of the skirt slowed it’s ascent at the bottom curve of her ass. “That’s far enough. One quick thing first, it seems we’ve become rather chummy lately and that’s mostly my fault. From now on, anytime I use your new pet name, Kitten, you’ll know that we’re to be in a very strict master-submissive type relationship. In fact, that’s the way it is at all times. We might let it rest only inside my room when no one is around, but if I call you “Kitten,” you’d better get back in character and that will be your only warning before punishment begins. Address me as Master, or Sir, and do not overstep your boundaries. Mmmkay, Kitten? Good. Let’s go.”
Awkwardly aware of the small amount of skirt actually covering her lower half, she began walking with me. Her legs tight together. My hand fell gently on the small of her back; I could feel her tense again. “It’s ok, today is going to be fun!” and my hand slid to her ass. I gave it a gentle pat, hooked my thumb in her waistband, and left my hand at its destination.
As we neared the entrance, I reached my other hand into my pocket and pressed the button for level 1 vibrate. Very soft, very low. She almost missed a step on the stairs as it whirred up inside her. “You know I’m going to start getting wet soon, Master?”
“Yup. Kindof the point.”
I opened the door for her, watching her walk in. Black strappy shoes with a 4 inch high heel had her already a little off balance. A little less comfortable. Shaved, smooth legs sprouted up from the heels, up to a pale, creamy, calf done up like a Christmas present with the ribbons of the shoes. I admired the swell and decline of her thighs as she walked, flexing and giving. My head had been between those. I should spend more time there. The bottom curve of her butt peeked out in strides as her skirt rose, giving anyone walking past a clear view of a piece of the lacy fabric she wore underneath. Men had killed for less.
The tension on the fabric kept a tight grip on the meaty globes under her skirt, while the front, pulled taut, left something of a mystery to the imagination. If I were someone else witnessing this, I’d wonder if she shaved. Since I’m me, I know she does. And that made me smile a little bigger.
There are two types of guys in the world. The type who are plagued with insecurities and don’t want their beautiful women outside in revealing clothing, and then there are those who confidently smile brighter whilst on the arm of that woman, knowing every man and lesbian in the area wants a piece, but wont be getting any because her heart and body are his.
Above the waistband, the fabric bubbled out gently. The shirt was a little too tight, and she spent every few steps trying to pull it down over the small roll of skin around her belly. She was no model, and that’s what attracted me even more. Flaws, if you could even call it that, are HOT! It’s what makes one less of a prize on a pedestal and more endearing
Ascending the slightly chubbish area, my eyes neared the foothills of her breasts as she passed. Again, fabric taut brought ripples between her breasts where the spaghetti-strapped shirt was pulled at odds by two beautiful C’s. She saw me looking and blushed, but kept walking, head up straight, in spite of certainly being completely out of her element. Perfect. The queen ascending the gallows.
The door slammed shut loud behind us. Startled, we both jumped. “Ok, you can turn off the panties now.” she whispered.
*ZAP* and she squealed.
“No, we’re just beginning. Now you’d better do exactly as I say. Remember your place here, kitten. Anytime you even think about talking to me, there’d better be Master or Sir in there somewhere or else you get shocked. Don’t make me raise the setting.”
As we walked into the mall center, eyes both from men and women flew in our direction, staring. It is exactly situations like this where humanity and morality are never more polarized. Men, old and young, and boys eyed fucked greedily; starving wolves let loose in a room with a wounded sheep. Mothers pulled children away, eyes narrow, whispering curses, shaking heads, ‘society has gone to the devil’, ‘has she no decency’, ‘slut’, ‘whore.’ The whispered insults wafted on the air conditioned breeze in our direction like the smell of freshly baked cookies. Tess’s eyes and heart fell to the floor, shame and guilt eroding her confidence and security, her shoulders crept inwards.
I whispered, “Are you going to listen to the ugly, fat, jealous bitches? Or know that you are gorgeous and a goddess here amongst mortals? One will let you endure today and one will turn this into a nightmare. You’re a model. I’m a photographer. Act like one.”
I felt her abs tighten a bit and her eyes narrowed slightly, will and determination returning, a soft glow budding through weakness. She met eyes with one of the wolves, a boy around 16, and she winked. Cheers erupted and he slapped his buddy on the back. Realizing that it wasn’t just negativity here, but that she was the center of attention of the whole area brought new confidence to her step. I switched to vibrate, level 2, and felt her ass tighten. Her eyes closed, small smile in bloom. She was enjoying this now.
We neared a bubbly fountain, set in the center of the mall. A mother was hustling her kid away, who had just thrown a penny into the fountain. “Now, I’m going to hold your hand and I want you to stand up there on the ledge of the fountain.” A 3-foot stone ring around the fountain made a perfect sitting area for mall patrons, as well as a great spot for us to begin this photo shoot.
Holding her hand, I helped her as she awkwardly tried to keep her legs together so as not to flash anyone, while placing a leg on the stone ledge and standing up. She looked down at me, and only me. She didn’t want to see anyone else watching her. Our eyes held a gaze, and a quickly forming bond. She was a stranger here and I was her only protection.
Smiling, I spoke. “Ok gorgeous, we’ll start this off with a hero pose! Get your feet a little more than shoulder-width, fists on hips, and look off into the distance.”
She complied, slowly easing her feet wider at my direction. Standing on 4 inch heels did amazing things to her legs. Her calves’ buldged in an athletic-strong, but graceful, curvy feminine way. She pulled her shirt down once more then her hands made fists, and she pushed those hard into her hips. She took a deep breath and shuddered slightly, the vibrator still buzzing away at its level 2 strength.
Tess was a statue. I clicked off a shot, and then dropped down on one knee looking up at her. I could clearly see the black shadow of her panties from this angle. Her eyes flicked down at me and she knew what I could see as well. A little color spread to her cheeks, a slight blush but her smile changed to that dismissive “silly-boys-doing-silly-silly-things.” I took another shot, (*click*).
“Ok, now I want you to turn around and face the fountain, keep your feet about the same width apart, a little farther apart now actually, hands on the back of your head like you’re being arrested, elbows in the air.”
She did as she was told. It was a beautiful silhouette. The points of her elbows narrowed down velvet arms to the outline of her upper back, and then narrowed slightly further to her waist before flaring out a little at the hips and extending down to her feet. Her body should be in the Louvre.
Her skirt had ridden up at her arms being up. A breeze blew past her ass and the skin at the tops of her thighs pebbled. She knew what she was exposing. The bottom cusp of her ass was clearly visible. I heard a soft moan from her. She knew everyone was staring at her ass. Now if only everyone that was staring knew that she had two vibrators buzzing away inside of her right now. (*click*)
“Now stay there, bring your arms down, look over your shoulder at me seductively and wink.”
Her arms came down, hands quickly fixing her shirt that had ridden up. She didn’t bother with the skirt. Very good. She closed her eyes as she turned around to my direction, and then opened them so that she only saw me. A seductive grin spread across her face, a finger went to the center of her lips, and she closed one eye in a wink. (*click*)
“Ok now, keep your feet where they are, I want you to bend over at the waist and look at me through your legs upside down.” Her eyes flared a bit and she hesitated. I took a hand off the camera and started reaching into my pocket for the button, but she quickly complied. Bending over at the waist, while her back was to me, I reached into my pocket and palmed the remote. Her hair showered down behind her as she affected her best smile, awkward from her upside down position. Her skirt rose up several inches showing everyone the black lacy boy short panties she was wearing. I was close enough to make out a darker wet spot around her pussy. She was dripping. This was getting good. I quickly pressed the vibrate, level 3 button. Her eyes went wide with surprise and desire. (*click*) Then I zoomed in to focus on her pussy and the spot. Her eyes closed slowly and she exhaled, low and breathy. If you listened close you could almost make out the soft buzz of the vibrators, working their magic.
“Ok, now, turn around and have a seat on the fountain, we’ll take a few with you sitting there, legs crossed, look coy.”
She stood up and fixed her hair while she turned around. I walked over to the stone seating circling the fountain pool and held her hand while she stepped down. Knees clenched tight, she squatted down as seductively as she could muster. The illusion was broken when the tops of her thighs and ass touched down on the cold stone. With a squeal she popped up for a second, then descended again, teeth gritting against the cold.
The miserable look started surfacing again as she looked out at the people staring at her. I reached into my pocket and pressed the shock, level 1 button.
*ZAP* “MMM ahhhh!” the high squealish moan erupted unexpected, her hands jolting down to her crotch. I snapped a quick shot. (*click*) Eyes shot fire as she glared at me. She tried to play it off, sliding her hands to thighs and then bringing one leg up, crossed over the other, hands on her knees. A modern pin-up, cast against a fountain of people staring, judging favorable or guilty, each in their own way. She stopped in pose and I clicked off another. “Now, hands in your hair, elbows as high as you can get them.”
Confidence wavering, she slid her hands up her thighs, past her waist, tracing finger-lines over her breasts, eyes down, lips pouty out, (*click*) up into the backs of her hair. As her elbows came up, her shirt started sliding up, an alabaster line grew as pink shirt separated from black skirt and skin emerged.
She gracefully sucked in her tiny gut and drew her back up straight, elbows high, breasts jutting out hard against both, fabric and morality. Her eyes fluttered up at the camera (*click*). One hand slid feminine from her hair, tugging a few tendrils, down to rub lightly across her neck, her breath sucked in and her hips slowly rocked. I clicked off another as her eyes looked up, glassy. She was getting off here in the center of the mall. I turned the vibrate setting to level 4. This was a little over half-strength to what the panties could do, but both posts in her pussy and ass were buzzing away.
She moaned. Both hands found the back of her neck, interlocked fingers, and she tilted her head to the side as if she were about to check and make sure her deodorant was holding. Her nipples stood erect, pointing out from the fabric. Her gorgeous breasts rose and fell with her breathing, pulled higher up with her elbows above her head. (*click*) She brought her elbows forward slightly in front of her, arms on the sides of her tits, pushing them together in a heavenly display of cleavage afforded us by her low-cut shirt. Head down slightly; bedroom eyes looked up through mascara, black eyeliner, and a smoky-light-violet eye shadow. (*click*) I felt my cock stir inside tight pants.
Her eyes rolled back, a soft moan breathed through glossy lips. She slowly massaged her hands forward, her head leaning back as the pads of her fingers dug into her neck. One hand left her neck and began a trek across one of her breasts, her eyes fluttered. She was losing herself in this. Her hand squeezed gently at flesh, holding. (*click*)
The mall was silent except for the sound of the fountain.
Another moan, her hand left her breast and made its way up the side of her face to her ear, tracing the outline then easing back up into her hair. (*click*)
Her light breathing became shallow, she was close to orgasm. Her legs began sliding back and forth, opening slightly; minimalist pantomime of the scene in her mind of someone about to lie between her legs. A hand slid down from her head and traced the curve of her lips, outlining the full features. Lost in fantasy, her lips parted and a finger eased in, hooking gently around the bottom row of her teeth. Her head tilted back, her mind on nothing but the buzzing in her ass and pussy. (*click*)
Her breathing sped up, very near now. The man had slid himself into her fantasy. Vibrating. He was kissing down her neck to the top of her chest. She inhaled deeply as his kisses marked a small moist trail down between her breasts. Buzzing.
She visibly shook slightly as the man in her mind flicked his tongue back and forth across her nipple. And she visibly smiled and breathed with a small growl as his mouth sucked and his teeth pulled gently at it. Her legs parted a little more. He had opened the gift, and was preparing to take what was his. Her (his) fingers ran through her hair and her hips began a gentle rhythm, trying to push the small vibrators deeper, trying to invite his cock deeper into her home. Bringing her closer.
He was thrusting hard into her; she heard the happy slap of skin into skin, and could feel the brief tap of his balls slapping on her ass. He was reaching all the right recesses of her being; unfolding folds, shallowing depths. Buzzing at the entrance. His breath, hot against her neck and the smell of freshly washed hair after he had been at the gym, a hint still of sweat and work and man. Pushing.
Abs contracting, legs moving, sliding, opening. She was close. Pumping. Her wrists interlocked behind her head, he was pinning her down. Helpless. Pulsing, vibrating… Orgasm coming. Orgasm. Pounding. Coming. Coming…
I switched off the vibrators. Nothing. Not now. Slowly, over the course of a minute, her eyes opened. Fantasy ruined. No climax. No ending. She looked up at me slowly, tangles of hair cascading over confused, homicidal eyes. She was still lost. Confused. Why had it stopped? The good went away? Why? She looked down at her legs and the skirt that had ridden up, exposing the hints of her pussy when she opened her legs any amount. Her skirt. Yes she was wearing clothes. Her hands came from behind her head, off her face and she looked at them disbelieving. She had just been somewhere else and now she was not there. Her eyes met mine again, confident smile split my face. Not mean or spiteful. Firm, mischievous.
Her eyes looked around her. A crowd of about 20-30 people ranging from single guys to couples, teenagers to grown men who could’ve been her father were standing in awe. Silently watching the spectacle before them. Every one seemed transported back to age 5 at their first carnival or zoo, all wonder and magic.
I broke the spell. Someone had to. “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! You have all been a part of our photo shoot show! We hope you enjoyed our little scene. Come see us again next week here, same time!”
Claps erupted. Cheers and applause. It had all been a show right? Hurray! I quickly took Tess’s hand and helped her stand up. “You’d better curtsey unless you want them to think you’re just a whore masturbating in the mall.”
I raised our hands and, with face half confusion and half actress, she smiled and did a small curtsey as told. I bowed my grandest, and while doubled over, eyed the stone ledge she had been sitting upon. Wet spot drying already. The air down here smelled heavily of clean pussy, intoxicating.
Standing back to full, I walked her off towards the direction of the shop. Her walk was even more unsteady now. But she asked the question, “Why could I not come?”
I hit the shock, level two button and she squealed loudly again.
“Master.”
“Ahhh! Sorry master! Why couldn’t I come, master?”
“Did you ask?”
“Er.. Well no?”
*ZAP* “AHH! Well, no, master!”
“Then maybe you should next time.”
“Yes… master.”
Far from the store, we could hear the music thumping and blaring long before we walked up. The whole wing was vacant except for this one particular store. “Here it is. Allie and Nicole’s. I hope you’re ready for some more fun.” I smiled.
As we entered the front of the store, the manager, a large guy, passed thru the door in the back. The store was typical of the gag-gift type place you’d find at any mall. You know the kind with risqué birthday cards, body jewelry, neon and black lights, pot-leaf posters, and a plethora of pop-culture trinkets and paraphernalia. If it’s ‘IN’ you can find it here! For a price. The clerk sitting on a stool behind the counter peered up at us over a well-worn copy of Slaughterhouse-Five. She looked to be about 18-20 years old. A quick count showed four piercings on her face; her left eye-brow, a Monroe, nose stud, and her labret had a really cute silvery spike. The ear closest to us had a gauged lobe and a couple of rings, an Industrial through the top of her ear, and one in her Tragus. Her tight top gave away the tale tell three bumps on each breast signifying a barbell and an erect nipple in between. I bet she was a hell of a lot of fun in the sack and I’m sure those weren’t the only things pierced on the girl.
“Welcome to Allie and Nicole’s, how can I help you two beautiful people?” She sang, smiling from her perch, red hair in pigtails shaking slightly with her greeting. Her eyes traveled from my face, to Tess, and then down and back up again on her. So, she either liked art or women, though the two choices were really the same thing in most cases. Especially in Tessie’s case. Walking art.
I quietly switched on level 1 vibrate. Tess’s eyes sparkled and glazed over, the same dream you slide back into when you wake up in the middle of the night and go right back to sleep.
I laughed, smiled and yelled over the music, “Hey there… My pretty, pretty lady here needs some new things. I told her I’d bring her here and treat her to a few things.”
The girl sniffed the air and realized the pussy smell was coming from Tessie, “Oh, I see! It seems like you two have gotten a head start in the bedroom while here at the mall.”
Tess colored red. Her fantasy was unreachable with such a low vibration setting.
“Yeah, my little Kitten here sometimes likes to be bad in places she shouldn’t. We were out by the fountain just a few minutes ago doing a simple photo shoot and she’s already soaked through her panties.” Tess’s eyes stared hard at the floor, her face bright red.
The clerk spoke, “Oh my, that’s no good at all. She’s staring pretty hard at the floor there, seems pretty angry, I guess you haven’t fully broken her yet?”
“Nah, this one I rather like her spirit. Hey, would you mind helping Tessie here out of her panties? And then we can find her some new dry ones. Hey, I’m Drew by the way.”
“Sure! I’d love to help her.” She smiled devilishly, not giving a name, and hopped off her stool. As she came around the corner, the clerk was wearing 6 inch heels and a tiny black mini skirt. Tess clung hard to my arm, silent pleading for me not to do this. I looped my arm out of Tess’s and patted her on the ass. “It’s ok, she’s a professional, she sells panties.
The clerk walked up to Tess and said, “Ok, pull your skirt up and spread your legs there so I can get those wet things off of you.”
Tess looked over at me pleading. I smiled and nodded. She took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, then let it out. Her fingers grabbed the hem of her short skirt and lifted it up. Tess spread her legs just a little.
“Oh Tessie, look what you did! You’re right, Drew. She soaked right on through these.” Tess was humiliated, and in public, she couldn’t have turned a worse shade of red, but her head remained high. The clerk cupped her hand right between Tessie’s legs. Tess jerked slightly at the intrusion but stood still. “What are these things here?” and she wiggled her finger on the place where the panties met with the vibrator posts.
“Oh, it’s basically two vibrators, one in her ass and one in her pussy that vibrates and they also have the ability to shock. I have a remote control that I use to control the panties, which, hehe, control her in a way.”
“That’s awesome! Can I have the remote Drew? I want to play with her!”
“Actually, no, you can’t have the remote. I’ll let you play with her, but this is sortof something special.”
“Oh, ok.” The clerk’s hands went up to the waistband on the panties and rolled them down a little so she could see the front of Tess’s slit while the vibrators were still in place. “Wow, that’s cool. And she’s shaved too. How long have you had her?” She asked. Talking about Tess like she was a pet, further humiliating her, I loved it.
“Oh, few days now, just sortof breaking her in. What do you think?”
The clerk gently eased the panties down. The front vibrator slid easily out of Tess’s pussy and the anal vibrator was slowly sliding out. It was not lubricated anymore. Tess winced as it came out rough. The clerk stepped a mortified Tess out of her panties and then held them up to her face, sniffing. “Wow, post # 1 smells fantastic. Post #2 … surprisingly doesn’t smell bad! Did she wash out this morning?”
“Yeah, she keeps very clean. That part at least we’ve got down, don’t we Tessie?” I said, scratching behind her ears gently.
“Yes, Master.” Was her reply.
The clerk put her hand back down to Tess’s crotch, fingers on either side of her pussy, rubbing up and down. Slowly the clerk eased a finger up into Tess. Tess gasped, but stood there still holding her skirt up.
“Wow, the girl is wet and ready. I bet I could fit two or three fingers in here.” She slid two fingers into Tess’s pussy, and all she could do was stand there and get molested by this clerk. Her eyes closed and her breathing once again became shallow. “Drew, you found a good one, only a few more minutes and she’d be cumming pretty hard! How tight is her asshole?”
With a wet, sloppy sound, the clerk pulled her fingers out of Tess’s pussy and turned Tess around to face the other way. “Go ahead and bend over sweetheart.” Tess looked up at me, I shook my head no, and Tess stood there.
“Did you hear what I said? Bend over!” The clerk slapped hard at Tess’s ass and Tess squealed hard. I shook my head ‘no’ again and Tess stood there, not moving.
“You want to keep getting smacked? I’m going to spank the shit out of you until you bend over, slut!” The clerk walked off to get a paddle. Tess pleaded with me, eyes big and blue. It almost broke my heart.
“Alright bitch, you’re going to get one swat for every five seconds you stay standing! You’d better listen to me when I tell you to do something!”
The clerk brought the paddle down hard on Tess’s ass. She screamed, eyes wide begging. I shook my head no.
*WHACK* “Ahhhhhhh!” she screamed again. She started to bend over but stopped herself and looked up at me. I smiled a sympathetic smile, a proud smile, and shook my head no again. “Bitch, you’d better bend over you fucking skank.”
*WHACK* “Ahhiiiiiiieee” she jumped in the air and danced around a bit, still holding onto the bottom of her skirt, still holding it up, still looking at me, pleading. “Bend over now whore, I can go all day.”
*WHACK* “ahhhhhhheieeieee” tears fell full now. Her ass was bright red. She stood there, looking at me but expecting nothing. She knew she would have to endure whatever it was for however long it took until I said stop. She knew I had the power to end it, but she couldn’t look to help her endure; she had to find that herself. She stood there and closed her eyes knowing what was coming. “I’m going to bust your ass wide open if you don’t bend over fucking sloppyass bitch!”
*WHACK* to the top of her thighs “Ahhhhh!” she backed up into position, almost as if asking the girl to spank her, and looked at me, a smile forming? “I see, you just LIKE gettin your ass bloodied by my paddle?”
*WHACK* right on her ass “AHHHHHH” her ass was turning to a deep red. Tears were streaming hard down her face but she looked at me and smiled, laughing against the pain. “Come on slut, quit disobeying!”
*WHACK* “AHHHHHHhhhhaaahaaahaaa” I smiled big, and shook my head yes. Quickly, she bent over the counter, her tears making small puddles on the glass. I walked up to her and kissed her on the head.
“Yeah that’s right, you’d better do what I say.” The clerk, now that Tess was bent over, took a finger and slid it into Tess’s newly wet puss, and then slid the same finger into her asshole. Tess winced and grunted as the clerk wiggled her finger deep into Tess’s asshole.
“Yeah, she’s pretty fuckin tight there too! She can take a beating… seems too stubborn though, or she likes getting spanked. You saw it; the bitch wouldn’t listen to me! Stubborn slut!”
I flew to her defense, “Actually, she wouldn’t listen to you because *I* am her Master, not you, and she knows that. She stood there and took that spanking because I told her to. Not because she was being defiant. It really didn’t matter what you said or did, she knew I could make it stop. That’s what I call a great Sub. She could have easily bent over and made it stop, but in spite of you abusing her and calling her names, her eyes never left mine looking for acceptance or rejection. Perfect.”
The clerk pulled her finger out of Tess’s asshole and licked it, moaning and smiling to herself. I put my hands on Tess’s shoulders, helping her stand upright and put her skirt down. “Well, enough fun and games. Can we get into the “V.I.P.” room back there? That’s sortof why we’re here today.”
The clerk eyed Tess smiling then looked back at me. “Oh were you… did you guys have an ap…” and the phone rang. She walked over and picked up the phone, “Thank you for calling Allie and Nicole’s….” She eyed us, slightly embarrassed, “Yes… Mistress?” Then she waved us towards the back and smiled, still on the phone.
Tess looked at me, tears drying up, a little hesitant. Her eyes and brain still cloudy from an impending orgasm cut short, desire and lust still toxic in her blood and now an ass on fire. I reassured her, “It’s cool, never been here, but I’ve heard the back area has some really cool vibrators and nipple clamps and stuff. I think she was going to ask for our ID’s or… applications or something to make sure we were over 18. Guess she couldn’t be buggered. She must have a demanding mistress! Let’s head back there my pretty Kitten and see what new toys we can find for you and Ashley!” I smiled genuinely and put her arm in mine.
She walked gingerly, and winced as the skirt was rubbing over her bare, red, painful ass. “Aww, you don’t have any panties on. I bet that skirt material is scratching the shit out of those red marks. Here. Put these on.” I reached over while the clerk was on the phone, grabbed some soft cotton, snug panties, pulled off the tag and helped Tess put them on. She was sniffling but the cool material was much better than the skirt dragging across the marks on her ass.
About halfway through the store, the back door opened slightly, and then shut again.
“Oh look, they’ve got edible panties.” I stopped and picked up a box, showing it to Tess. “I bet you’d have fun letting Ashley eat those off of you huh?”
She blushed a deep red, “Maybe, Master.”
“Maybe?! Hot damn, do you like girls? Are you bi?”
“No, Master. I really haven’t… done anything other than the other night in the van, and the things you’ve made me do. And that girl touching me today? I don’t know. I don’t know if I’d like it. It’s so embarrassing and weird… But if I say no, you’d probably jump at doing that first, and I’ve never really had a “good” experience so I don’t know. So, I said maybe, master.”
I set the package back on the shelf and turned to Tess. Placing my hands around her waist, rubbing them up and down her lower back, I looked with admiration into her azure eyes.
“Wow, an honest answer from a woman? There may be hope for mankind yet. I’ll have to get a few pairs on the way out.” I chuckled. She looked up at me, eyes still a little hazy from before.
I continued, “You were absolutely perfect at that photo shoot and during the spankings. You really do impress me, Kitten. I’m really proud of you and how you handled that. And then just now with that dumb bitch spanking you, you have it right. I am your Master and you have to Trust me that I’ll take care of you and protect you. If I tell you to do something or not to do something, you have to do it. I want you to know that. You could have let those people get to you. You could have let the clerk break you, but you have a wealth of will inside you that you tap into and make great things happen. I’m proud of you! You did exactly as you were told. You should be proud of yourself!” She looked away quickly. Why was she being disrespectful?!
“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” I said firm. Her eyes looked back into mine slowly; a pair of fresh tears had already trekked down smooth cheeks. Oops, not disrespectful. Why would she cry again?
I brought my hands up to her face and cupped it gently; my head cocked to the side, as if by looking better I’d figure it out. Her eyes blinked up at me, her lips pouting and trembling from the cry. From this angle, her eyes were so full and large, innocent and weak, and with the next breath they could turn narrow, cold, calculating, scheming, and then in the next breath, passionate, predatory, alive.
With gentle thumbs, I wiped away a trail of tears. This was the Lady Macbeth I had been looking for. She sniffled once more. I smiled and leaned my head down to…
“She’ll see you now!! Don’t be late!”
I turned my head around, the sound of lips kissing alone softly smacked in my ears. The clerk girl hung up her phone loudly.
“Hurry up, she opened the V.I.P. room for you two!” the clerk got off the phone and began walking quickly up to the front of the store. With her bright red hair and pale skin, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the plain black mini-skirt.
A foot or two away from the door, I turned my head again for one last look. She was watching us, standing by a wall at the front gate, and when our eyes met, she looked away really quick and tried to act like she was straightening an already immaculate shelf of products. Odd, I thought I remembered the gate control being on that side. It was nowhere near time to close the store? ‘She’ will see us now? ‘She’ opened the V.I.P. room? Wasn’t that a huge dude who walked back here last? Maybe it was a huge chick?
With Tess on my arm, I pushed my hand against the back door. It was heavier than I expected, but a quick change in pressure and hand location and the door was hissing open. Hearing the clank-clank-clank of the front gate closing as we crossed the threshold, Tess and I both turned as we walked and watched the clerk lower the gate all the way, she was trying hard not to look back at us. The gate met the floor with an ominous crash.
“Weird. Well, let’s check out all the cool stuff!” I turned from Tess’s face and looked around. The hydraulic back door hissed to a close behind us.
“Um, Master, this feels weird.” She said.
I laughed, “After all the things we’ve done to you, and walking into the back room of a mall store is the “weird” thing?”
We had walked into a fairly narrow back room, maybe 8 feet deep. To my left was a wall with pictures on it of women in various bondage gear and poses. The room opened up to my right, I guess making this more of a “hallway” than a “back room.” In front of us, a neon arrow marked “1” pointed to the right, down the hallway. At the end of that hallway was another neon arrow marked “2” and it pointed left.
A few seconds after the door had closed behind us, I heard a small click, then the room was flooded in black light, and the regular lights in the room turned off.
Tess’s face was painted using a palette of fear and apprehension, the black lights casting eerie shadows. “Look at your Kitty on your shirt! It’s all glowing white, that’s awesome!” I tried to make light. She looked down, and then pulled tighter to my arm. She was confused and afraid. The smell of her overflowing sex quickly spread in the narrow hallway.
“Mmm, you smell delicious. I’m sure it’s just around the corner. Don’t be a pussy! Come on my little scaredy pussy!” It’s a proven male technique that we learn in the first few years of elementary school. Making fun of girls makes us feel stronger and more in control.
It wasn’t far and we walked up to the arrow marked “2” and looked to our left. About 5 feet ahead of us in that direction was a wall. Another neon arrow marked “3” pointed to the left. It seemed the beginnings of a maze. A 90 degree turn. World War II bunkers appeared in my mind, with turns like this to prevent grenades from being thrown directly in. They’d usually also have a machine gun port in the wall right there…! Under the arrow marked “3,” I could have sworn I saw some light coming through a small hole there. There was nothing there now. Probably just my eyes adjusting, yeah.
We turned to the left past the #3 arrow and walked a few more feet. The black lights went out. We stood in darkness. She spoke, terrified, “What the fuck is happening?” I reached into my pocket and hit her with a level 2 shock, “AHH!”
You have to maintain order even when you’re scared. As she screamed, the lights flashed on for about a second, blinding us. In a snapshot in my mind, I thought I had seen the back of a moving truck backed up into this receiving area. A second later, it went off again.
I heard doors opening. It sounded like it was coming from near that # 3 arrow behind us, and one in front of us. Out of nowhere, something firm hit me on the side of the head and I went down, ringing hard in my ear. Tess screamed and I could hear her shoes scuffing and clunking as if she were also fighting. “TEEESSSSS!” I yelled, scrambling to get up. Out of nowhere, something huge crushed down on my chest, flattening me to the floor. My hands flew out in front of me, fists of divine rage finding my attacker on the side and one on the jaw as it felt like cloth and a hand covered over my mouth. I struggled against… I don’t know what… I was no match for whoever it was and that funny smell. Quickly my screaming and bashing devolved into yelling and punching then to speaking and swatting, then mumbling and …
Act II
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Chapter 13 (lucky)
The world, born upon waking in strobe-light fashion as my eyes fluttered to life. My mouth was a desert with what felt like a boulder between my teeth, and my head reminded me I had been hit, hard, every time my heart pulsed. The last scene of consciousness played thru in my mind, dreamlike and I recalled slowly the events leading me here.
Tess. Abs contracted and arms moved to bring myself to a sitting position with no luck. Something was holding me down. I shook my head to clear the thick mountain fog in my brain, and looked down. The room was dark and I saw nothing. I was strapped to something though. A table? A gurney? It felt somewhat soft under my back. Thanks for the courtesy, fuckers.
They had gagged me and strapped me to something. This was not cool at all. I shook and pulled against the bonds. No luck there. Then I heard the same manner of sounds coming to my left. A muffled whimper in the darkness. Tess?
“Tess?” I asked into the black, although it came out more like “ ’eehhhhhsshh?”
A renewed whimpering and weird response came back, “AREW iiiishh at ouuu?” She was awake. And here with me. At least I knew where she was.
In a moment like creation, the black gave way to the industrial harshness of fluorescent lighting flickering to life and my eyes shut tight against the obnoxious ambush. I slowly opened them again, slices of light at a time, adjusting to the new stimulus.
The room was large, and open, but the tiling and solid boxy design made it seem oppressive, a prison; Sterile and harsh lighting, bland tiling on the floors and ceiling. Except in this room, the walls were covered with acoustic dampening pads. Past our feet, sunken centered into the wall, the heavily dark tinted eye of a two-way mirror. We were being watched. To the left of the voyeurs’ window, on Tess’s side of the room, was a large steel door about twice the width of a normal door, gray, abrasive, and no visible handle or hinges on this side. Designed to open out towards the rest of whatever complex we were in, and not designed for us to be able to open it. Ominous. I wasn’t a big fan of the situation.
I looked down when my eyes adjusted. I was still fully clothed, with straps across my chest, stomach, thighs, ankles and arms. I could rotate my head, feet, and hands and that was about it. I looked over at Tess, in somewhat of a more vulnerable position. She also was still fully clothed but she was strapped to a gynecological exam table. The back sat at about a 45 degree angle, stirrups out, with her feet strapped in.
Between the fear and terror, and the position she was in, a thread of arousal wove its way through my being. Her black hair had been carefully pulled into a ponytail high on her head and draped over the top back of the table to keep it out of the way. No, it actually seemed as if they had tied it, securing even her hair somewhere behind the table. Her head wasn’t moving, just those smoky, terrified, blue eyes begging salvation. I had none to offer and a dart of failure punctured my ego. I had brought her into this when I could keep her safe. And now safety was nowhere to be found in the standard seventy seven card tarot deck.
Her mouth was spread wide with a ring gag. A small line of drool spilled out of the right corner of her mouth as she looked over to me, helpless. They had modified the table, or added to it to make arm restraints. The pale undersides of her triceps and elbows, wrists and palms were well on display as her arms were strapped down straight up from her shoulders. She looked almost like she was cheering at a sporting event. The shallow caves of her armpits, an open exhibition.
I don’t think I had ever realized what a new layer that added to restraint and vulnerability. Most people secure the legs for access to the pussy and ass. And most overlook the vulnerable impact, the open exposure of armpits.
With her arms secured up, the rolling hills of her breasts were pulled high on her chest, swelling and receding with each panicked breath, peaked sharp with erect nipples. The room was a little chilly, but I also knew she was probably a little wet too.
In the elongated, awkward position, her torso was a smooth trail down her pink shirt, which had risen up, exposing the shallow bellybutton. Milky skin bridged the gap between shirt and skirt. With her thighs sloped up, pebbling slightly with the temperature, bent at the knee to accommodate the stirrups, the black skirt she had worn with pride earlier today had slid slightly, bunched a few inches from her waist. Anyone looking from any direction other than my parallel position would easily have visual access to all of her treasures.
Her legs were smooth, bleached, and a perfect contrasting background to the black ribbons lacing down her calves and ankles to her high heels. Her knees shook, anxiety pumping as thick as her crimson blood, through a body forecasting a crucifixion of suffering and a mind beseeching divine intercession or a dissociative escape to the tropical beaches of the future or the birthday party memories of her past. Inside I wept.
The acoustic dampening pads blocked all prayers and promises to all gods from every pantheon I could recall. Either that or they were on holiday or some drunken backyard cookout at Stonehenge.
Prometheus is flipping meat on the grill that Artemis brought in fresh, talking with Loki about how much they hate being chained to boulders. Odin and Zeus at one end of the table, slurring loud, obnoxious drunken words, each slapping a hand down hard on the wooden table to illustrate a point on how they knew the best way to properly rule a world. Hera and Frigg sitting off in lawn chairs by a fan discussing men’s inabilities to commit or stay faithful. Sekhmet and Apollo are tanning shirtless by the pool wearing expensive Prada sunglasses. Gaia and Jord discussing how everyone takes for granted that they’re the ones holding everything together and all the intricacies of sustaining a world. Hadur and Vulcan standing by the camp fire trying to outdo the other in roasting the perfect marshmallow. Hades is throwing a stick for Anubis to fetch while Osiris looks on, shaking his head mirthfully. Vishnu challenging Poseidon to a swimming race thinking his four arms will help him paddle faster while Poseidon stops him in his tracks by causing the water to boil and evaporate leaving nothing but a concrete bowl where the swimming pool used to be as Apollo mumbles passive-aggressive to Sekhmet, “What an asshole. And this is the thanks I get for bailing him out and helping him build Troy?” Balor and a Cyclops both abysmally sucking at darts, and off behind a fence somewhere, Tyr and Athena are having angry, violent rough sex, nails scratching skin off backs and teeth drawing deep blood with Athena thinking about making a movie called Millennia-Year Virgin.
The lights went out. I was enjoying my little daydream resting here and someone fucking ruined it. What the fuck was this? I tried to remain calm, but my breathing grew shallow and rapid with anticipation. To my left I heard Tess sobbing softly, sniffling and panting through the ring gag. If she was smoking, she’d be blowing rings. Ha! Oh the lame jokes that come about while coping with fear.
With sight gone, all we had to rely on was our hearing. And apart from our breathing, there were no other sounds. Minutes passed with my eyes constantly, frantically searching the darkness for something, anything. Tess slowly wound down from sobbing, to just sniffling. And a few minutes later, she was quiet again. “AREW, wha iiish ha’enin? Where arr wee?” My baritone answer was more like a vocal gesture at “I don’t know” than actually saying it. But I was sure she understood. The minutes stretched to what seemed like ten or twenty.
Breaking the silence like a rap ringtone during church, a loud unlocking sound came from the door. Seconds later it groaned open like the sound Monstro makes in Pinocchio. Eyes uselessly wide and ears straining, trying to push the limits of average human hearing for any clues as to what would happen next, I caught the shuffle of shoes against the tile. Not boots which would fall heavy, but more like orthopedic shoes designed for comfort. Like the shoes nurses wear. A light, even step, whoever it was was in no hurry and was probably a woman. Another set of footfalls entered the room, heavier sounding, a guy? Then a weird, caustic wheeling sound entered the room drowning out all the other sounds. Once the wheeling stopped, someone walked back out of the room, and the door moaned closed, then clanged, locked.
A second later, the fluorescents were back. And after my eyes adjusted I scanned the room. Between our tables sat a stainless steel cart that was wheeled in. It had a sterile blue drape over it at an awkward angle as if the side of the cart facing us had the side extended vertically, shielding us from seeing what lay on top.
I looked over at Tess, as she was looking at the cart, and she didn’t see a man dressed in all black, with a black surgical mask covering his face, standing behind her. She jumped and screamed as he spoke. “Hello, friends. First, you are captives here and no one knows and no one will help you. Welcome to my special room.” His hands stretched out to rest on Tess’s extended triceps. She tensed tight and shook visibly at the very unwelcomed touch. He continued, “Secondly, many things are going to happen to you here. If you do everything I ask, you might live.”
Déjà vu? Did this guy steal my lines? Fucker! That’s my job to be the creepy in-charge dude!
A pair of cold, soft hands came to rest around my temples. I jerked, off-guard. I had forgotten about her. It was a her right? As if reading my thoughts, a head appeared above mine, looking down. Red hair in pigtails, barely in view, fell from the sides of her neck. Was this the girl from the shop? What the fuck? Yes! Ears pierced all the same, cool emerald eyes stared back at me. But a surgical mask covering most of her face. Like I wouldn’t know? Whatever. I think Tess was too terrified to know who she was, but she was more concerned with the guy standing behind her than anything else.
Her eyes smiled down at me, and then out of nowhere, her right hand left my head and slapped my face so hard I saw spots. I yelled into the gag. The man in black spoke. “That’s right. This isn’t for fun. Well, not for you two. Not that you’ll be able to speak well, but, you can call me Master Mark and this is Mistress Brigitte. Lets get started shall we?”
I hated him. And his name? I Hated the alliteration. Fucking lame. And that cool, calm, condescending tone. That’s my bit. Fucking thief. I wanted his throat removed from between his head and collarbones by a pack of squirrels gnawing slowly.
3rd
They both walked easily over to the cart and the red headed girl from the shop removed the drape. She calmly folded it as if it were just a towel while she was doing the wash on some nondescript Tuesday night. Mark picked up something and walked toward Tess, a pair of scissors it appeared. She was trembling and her eyes saw nothing but the scissors.
He walked right up between her bound, open legs and smiled down at her. “I don’t care about your name. I don’t care about your feelings. I will call you whatever I feel like and I will do to you whatever I want. You’re here to learn how to be a good submissive girl.” His arm, with scissors in hand, extended down to rest, with the flat of the blades on her pussy. Her eyes pleaded and over and over she mumbled “Peease ont! Peease sop.”
He looked at her puzzled. “Didn’t I just tell you to call me Master?” With his other hand he slapped hard, twice, across each tit, a nauseous feeling radiating from the sting of the slaps to her gut, the scissors pushing flat, harder against her clit, cold.
“Peese Mas’er, sop peease mas’er.”
“That’s better. But no, I’m really not going to ‘peese sop’. I want you to realize the situation that you’re in. As utterly vulnerable as you’re sitting right now, I could do anything I wanted. But if you do as I ask, I’ll be fair to you in return.” He retracted the scissors and brought them up to her breasts. She flattened against the table as best she could, her only futile attempt at fleeing the instrument.
He idly traced figure eights with the cold point of the scissors around her breasts while he spoke, “Slut, it seems like you might understand after all. If you make that mistake again of not adding the respect of ‘Master’ with your requests or speech, there will be a far worse punishment in store for you.” He opened the scissors and slid them around one of the straps of her shirt. With a whisper of a snip, the fabric gave way and parted.
He repeated the action for her other strap and then placed the scissors across the exposed skin of her stomach, she flinched at the feel of the cold steel. With both hands free, he grabbed the delicate straps laying across her chest, and pulled them up, slowly tucking them behind her shoulders with the care of a father tucking in his children. The top of her chest was bare. With a surgeon’s detachment he picked back up the scissors. He placed a finger on her chin, tilted his head curiously to the side and said, “I want you to smile for me.” She had a confused look on her face and he quickly slapped her tits again. She squealed and tried as best as she could with a ring gag in her mouth to smile. “That’s better.”
His finger slid from her chin, down the center of her throat, down the middle of her chest, and dipped into her cleavage. “Mmm, it’s warm here. I wonder where else it’s warm.” She looked away, embarrassed. Looping a finger in the fabric of her shirt, he pulled it free an inch from her chest and brought the scissors around with the shirt between their blades. Making small, mechanical cuts, he worked his way down her shirt and then with a final snip near her bellybutton, the shirt was sliced down the center. Again, he set the scissors on her stomach and with both delicate hands and practiced fingers, he grabbed the fabric near her stomach and slowly pulled them open. Inch by inch, the cool room air met freshly exposed skin as inch by inch, the parting fabric exposed more of her body. He paused at the bottom swells of her breasts and looked her in the eyes. She had her eyes shut tight. “Open your eyes. I want your eyes always looking into mine until I tell you otherwise. Do not look away and do not shut them.” The icy blues opened and came to rest, afraid, open his.
“That’s better.” As he slowly parted the fabric, the shadowed swells of the underside of her breasts came into view. The ruined shirt opening marched on and the beautifully soft, milky skin of the bottoms of her breasts gave way to the darker skin of her areolas, pebbled and bumpy, and her erect nipples. Then on to the descending slope from hilltops up her breasts to the flat of her chest.
With the whole shirt free now, he slid it out from behind her. Her eyes still looking at his, but crying. Shameful tears traced trails slowly down the curves of her face. She cringed at the cold table on newly exposed back skin.
“I see you’re not wearing any panties. That’s rather whorish for being out at a mall. Were you trying to fuck someone there? I think only sluts would ever do that. I think you’re a slut.” A hand went to her left breast and kneaded it roughly, her eyes cringing and mouth grunting, drool spilling down her face with the tears. He lifted up the mound and placed the scissors underneath, her young skin holding firm to the metal. “That’s a good holding place. I like that. Do you like that, mallslut?” She shook her head no. “Oh, you don’t? Hmm.” Sliding the scissors out from under her breast, he looked at her. “Ah, you’ll like this much better then.”
His free hand reached out and cupped her forehead, pressing it firmly against the table as her breathing raced, shallow. He brought the scissors up to her mouth and gently tapped them against the ring gag. “This looks like a nice cup holder for them. I’d recommend you figure out how to cup the point of these scissors with your tongue so they don’t stab into the back of your throat. I plan on using that later, a lot, and it’d probably make it horrible for you if you had a cut there. Her eyes screamed no and her panting came even more rapidly as her horrified eyes fell from his and fixated on the scissors as he placed them at the opening of the ring gag and slowly guided them in. She hardened and flexed her tongue against the sharp point, pain etching across her face in a panicked grimace. As most of the weight was against the gag, it wasn’t heavy enough to pierce her tongue, but the pain was sharp and persistent.
He let go of the scissors and brought his hands to rest on her thighs, leaning his black pants into the intimate gap between her legs. He squeezed and kneaded the underside of one thigh, squishing the skin and fat around.
“You’re kindof fat aren’t you mallslut? Yeah, I’d say that’s pretty fat. No one likes fucking fat girls you know? Well, except really desperate guys, or guys that know that fat girls fuck better because they don’t get it as often.” Drew shouted something muffled which Master Mark dismissed as if he had not heard the outcry. Both the scissors and his words tried to break skin, the words actually succeeded and her eyes went back to his, hurt. “We’ll see if we can do something about that. Mistress Brigitte, Diet Level, 9. Exercise Plan, 9. She needs to lose at least 25 pounds.” Brigitte pulled a clipboard from the cart and wrote it down. He continued his inspection with the scissors bobbing a little more from their holder. Her tongue was tiring.
His hands found her lovehandles, squeezing and pinching small amounts of fat into rolls. “Belly, Rating, 3. Target, 6.” Brigitte wrote it down. His hands massaged deep up her stomach, fanning out to her ribs and grabbing hold of her breasts, squeezing. Tess exhaled hard as his fingers found her nipples and slowly started pinching. As the pressure increased her eyes narrowed in pain until she started squealing. He slowly pulled at them, pulling her breasts off of her chest, out from her body by the nipple. “Oww OWww OWWwww!”
He continued pulling the sensitive nubs, stretching the skin slowly, pulling her nipples from a few centimeters long to almost double their length. Her squealing became a scream. “EEEEEEaaaaaaaaaaah ssss’ooooop peeeese Maasss’err owwww!”
And he let go. “Pain Scale, Tits, Initial, 3. Tits, Target, 7. Endurance, Initial, 2. Target, 6.” Her sobbing began anew and her eyes cried out for mercy from the scissors, all of the pain in her tongue, and nipples, and tits, and the fact that she had no idea what he was talking about or why he sounded like he was grading her!
His hands tightened around her throat, closing off her air supply. Her eyes flared wide and after a few seconds her body started convulsing, struggling to breath. He released his grip. “I think the exercise will improve her lung capacity. We’ll let that fix itself. Breath Holding, Initial, 9 seconds. Target, 30.” Then he pinched at the sensitive tissues of the underside of her arms causing her to squeal again. “Tone arm muscles. Initial, 2. Fatty. Target, 6. Not as fat, Fattyslut.”
The scissors slowly began rattling loudly in the ring gag as her tongue was finally giving up. He walked over to the cart, and from the bottom shelf, slid out a small wooden stool. Mark placed it back between her legs and stood, looking down at her, “Now, you just learned that when I choose to do something to you, you will like it, and you will tell me you like it. And here is how you are to tell me.” He reached over and took hold of the scissors, sliding them free of her mouth and she breathed deep, exhaling relief. He placed them back under her breast for safe keeping. “When I do something, for example, placing the scissors under your fat cow tit, and ask you if you like it, you are to respond by saying, ‘Yes Master, slut loves it when you…’ and then whatever it is I did. You are never to refer to yourself in the first person. You are an object. A hole. Always refer to yourself as ‘slut’ or ‘her.’ So, now we’ll give it a try. I just placed the scissors under your fat cow tit. Do you like that?” He finished quickly and looked at her waiting.
She struggled with the words and her tired tongue and slowly said, “Yesh Mas’er, … s’ s’ s’luu lo’s it whe’ ‘ou ‘lace scissors un’er …her ….fa’ .. cow …tit.” She sniffled and stumbled over the last part, miserably humiliated at him calling her fat, and then having to admit she was fat, and it was upsetting referring to herself no longer as an “I” or “me” but only in the third person.
“Very good. You learn quickly. There’ll be a reward soon for that small step, slut. But now, let’s continue.” He pulled the scissors free of her tit, and grabbed hold of the hem of her skirt in the center between her legs. Tess’s eyes glazed a bit, this was growing to be too much already. Her forehead, chest, and armpits looked to be damp with the clammy perspiration of shock. Her mouth was a mess of spit that had leaked obscenely out of the sides of her mouth and above that, her eyes and cheeks were wet with tears.
With the same slow routine, the scissors mechanically marched their way through fabric, easing closer to her pussy. The closer he got, the harder she tried pressing her ass into the table, away from the sharp tool. Sliding cold steel against bare skin inches from her pussy, he finished the final cut and slowly opened his present.
“Would you look at that? The mallslut shaves. I appreciate you shaving slut, it saves me work. You are to keep that up.” He slid the scissors up under her tit again and she sighed. “Let’s take a look.” Reaching a hand up, he placed his index finger into the ring gag, she looked at him unsure of what to do. “I’m about to stick fingers deep into your pussy. If I were you, I’d probably want them lubed. You know, I don’t need lube.” And with that he started pulling his finger out of her mouth. She forcefully mumbled something incoherent and tried to jerk her head up to keep the finger in her mouth so she could lick it, but her head rebounded back, hard to the table against her hair being tied behind the table and she screamed.
“I’ll give you one last try. These gloves, unlubed, are pretty rough I hear.” He placed his index finger back at the entrance of the gag and waited. She brought her head up slowly, testing the medium of pulling her hair too hard, and trying to get his finger in her mouth. “You have five seconds.” He said, stoic, and began slowly counting down. At first, she was barely able to get to the tip of his finger without her hair pulling too painful. But as he reached 3, then 2, and she realized she really hadn’t lubed the finger at all, her head jerked hard against her hair and, screaming, she tried desperately to get her tongue as far up on the finger as it could go. At zero, he pulled his finger out and her head dropped back to the table, her eyes shut tight squealing away the pain.
He held the finger up and looked at it. “Not bad, I guess. But I don’t really care. It’s you that should be more concerned about this. Ok, now for my next finger.” Again, placing the tip of his middle finger at the entrance of the gag, she shut her eyes tight again and he began the count. She pulled her head up as far as she could, squealing in high-pitched pain while trying to work her tongue over the latex gloves. Tears began again and when he pulled his finger out her head crashed back to the table, banging against the padding, and she screamed in frustration and exhaustion.
“That’s ok slut, I never mind hearing you scream. Feel free to do that whenever you like. Unless I tell you not to of course. Alright, so we’ve got both fingers semi-lubed up. Let’s travel to the cave where all the magic happens!”
He sat down on the stool. Tess looked down at him. From the height of the table and his stool, she could only see his face, and his eyes staring intently at her vagina. Her knees tried to flex inward, involuntarily trying to block his entrance, with no success. Her legs were spread much too wide for any sort of resistance. Her scalp was on fire with the sharp, paper-cut-intense pain of having hair pulled out. Her tongue was sore and tired. Her breasts hurt something fierce and her nipples were still aching from the abuse. She gave up, closing her eyes, her head rolled to the side but she couldn’t even make that comfortable with her hair pulled so tight. Utterly frustrated, she cried softly, alone, unable to change the course of events of anything happening to her. She looked to Drew, who was laying restrained as she was, unable to help.
Tess could feel his relaxed breathing, warm air against the soft, cool folds of her delicate secrets. She closed her eyes tight and started her sadly familiar mantra in her mind, the string of words taking her safely away from the moment.
Her face exploded in pain and stars. “I told you to look me in the eyes slut. Don’t make me angry. It will be very, very bad for you if you do.”
Her escape defeated, she brought her lifeless blue eyes to rest in his. “Good. Don’t do that ever again. Any time I’m in your room, you are to only look at me in the eyes no matter what. I won’t repeat myself ever again.”
Her eyes followed him back down as she watched his eyes stare at places that she wanted to desperately to hide right now. Her body tingled slightly. She used to enjoy that feeling, like at the doctors office when he was looking into her ears with the scope and her body tingled like a reward for special attention being paid to it.
His rhythmic, warm breath made her think of calming ocean waves rolling up, warming the cool, and damp sand. The waves rolled in… warm moist swells…
The sun was setting in a fabulously gorgeous, colorful, fiery way on the horizon. I saw all shades of orange, salmon, carrot, pumpkin, persimmon, to reds, scarlet, puce, to yellows, golden, amber, saffron, tangerine, apricot, and a lot of other shades I can’t even remember the names for. It had been a hell of an awesome day at the shore with Drew. So unexpected, but that’s his way. He had surprised me with a dinner picnic! A year ago I would have laughed in the face of any guy that suggested something so lame and cliché as a beach picnic. I don’t like sand; it gets everywhere, or the sun. It just burns your skin. But with all we’ve been through, and where we are now, I kept the mocking to myself, smiled and said ok. It seemed important, like he had put time into planning this. …And the waves rolled in, warm moist swells, warming the sand.
“Uhhhh!” Tess groaned through the gag, uncomfortable pressure. Master Mike’s thumb and index fingers on both hands were slowly pinching and squeezing up and down her outer lips. Not entirely painful, just … uncomfortable. Her eyes were still locked on his. He had the stoic indifference of a butcher tenderizing meat. The pinching stopped and with the pads of his thumbs, he massaged the area around the lips, running his thumbs deep into the creases between her legs and pelvic region. Very, very weird, but the pain had eased and with the warm, rhythmic breathing on her, the waves rolled in… with their warm, moist swells…
He was actually a really good cook. Jackass-Of-All-Trades is what I called him sometimes, affectionately of course. He always groaned at my horrible puns. Oh, I had plenty of other names for when I wasn’t being affectionate. And there was always that one little thing I could always hold over his head. Now Who had Who hostage! Haha, but he’s adorable. He actually cooked my favorite, Chicken Marsala. It made the car smell wonderful; it was torture smelling it the whole time it took us to get to the shore. I don’t know if he planned that part or if it was just an innocent, indirect type of torture he slyly tried to take credit for. He did that smug, I’m-not-telling-but-I-know-the-answer grin that he does, even when he doesn’t know but just wants to look like he knows, or like he planned some well-ending accident on purpose because he had planned it all along. …And the waves rolled in, warm moist swells, warming the sand.
“Ggguuuhhhooo!” Tess groaned again, sharper pain this time but not too painful. Master Mike was still staring intently at her privates. His fingers had moved to her inner lips now. And… “Eeahh!” She squealed sharply. He was applying a pulsing pressure to her sensitive folds. The pain was increasing now. He was squeezing harder. She glared hard at his eyes to keep from shutting hers. He had a firm, pinching hold on her lips, just to the point of starting to be painful on the sensitive areas. She could feel her body responding in its feminine ways, and she despised it. She hated how women’s bodies acted sometimes, well, most times. Sometimes it did what you wanted, but most times, it just did whatever the fuck it wanted and you had to deal with it. But her pussy, in particular, with respect to it being touched by anyone, was like a blind, homeless guy begging for money. It didn’t matter who dropped what into his beggars cup, if he heard the cup rattle, he’d say thanks. You could drop fossilized dog shit into it, and as long as he heard that clinking sound, he’d still respond with thanks.
This piece of piping hot dog shit was messing with her beggar’s cup, and those stupid fucking beggar hormones were responding and saying thanks. She could feel the energy gathering, the subtle tingling and the strange but familiar dampness inside. She would be wet very soon, and from the position she was in, dripping soon after.
“Owwww aaaaha” she screamed. He was pulling her lips straight out from her body, to see how far they would stretch? They’re not rubber bands, you fucking piece of shit. The growing arousal apparently was bringing some spirit back to her. But goddamnit why was he doing this? She tried not to say anything because she’d probably just get punished for forgetting one of his rules or something. Fucking cockface!
She could feel the warmth of fresh blood rushing down there, down… to the sand, warming as the waves rolled in… the warm, moist, swelling…
He had everything planned out, really took some time in planning. I was impressed. So what did he want? The cynical, ever-vigilant skeptic, always on the lookout for rotten motive in its many guises. He had hand-minced fresh garlic cloves, and let them simmer in butter for a while. Then with a brush, he applied the fresh garlic butter to some homemade bread he had prepared. Butter was always eager to adopt, or copy, no, to steal the flavor of whatever or whoever it was around. Just like that Ashley bitch. Friends?! Even after two years ago when she went and… …and the waves rolled in, warm moist swells, warming the sand.
“Ah ahhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” She screamed in short but increasingly loud bursts over and over again as his flat hand slapped down hard against the freshly aroused, fully sensitive area between her legs. He kept slapping harder, and harder! And now since he had slapped so many times, the sore, tender pains from the first slaps were only echoing and amplifying the new pain of the next slaps.
Master Mark’s eyes seemed to now have a truly evil sparkle as she looked on through the blurry vision of a wall of tears and screaming. Her mouth was so dry! Between drooling and all the crying, Tess thought in an oddly random thread that maybe she was dehydrating?
*Splat* went his hand again, “AHHHH!” screamed her voice again. On some of the slaps, the worst of the slaps, she could feel individual fingers connecting, an index finger or middle finger landing cruelly between the folds, snapping quick against the most sensitive of buttons with bolts of lightening forking their way out, savagely radiating from that high concentration of nerve endings, throughout the rest of her body.
*Splat* “OWWWWWWWW” and she screamed. Over and over again. She lost count. The fighter in her gave way to the rational mind, make the pain stop!
*SPLAT* “Ahhhhaaahaaahaaah peeeeeeese maaaasss’errrrrrr peeeeeasssee ssssss’ooooooooop maaaaaaassss’errrrrrrrr!!!”
And then it was over. Flames had to be visible, rising from down there! Through the haze, she heard him say coldly, “Slaps to fuckhole before slut begged to stop, 37. Pain Scale, Pussy, Initial, 3. Pussy, Target, 7. Endurance, 6. Target 8.” He blew gently on her inflamed genitals. It made it worse! Like when a campfire was died down to all embers and you blew on them, they glowed even brighter, trying to relight the inferno.
Her legs shook and trembled. She had no control over them. The pain from the aggravated area radiated out. Her stomach hurt. Her legs hurt. Her ass hurt from being in this weird position. She didn’t even have to look down to know that the whole area was bright red, puffy, and already swelling and he was making it worse, fanning the flames with his cool breath as it blew… across the fiery, sun-burned sand… with the waves rolling in… hot… wet… swells…
We laid the blanket down over the sand. He brought the food out from the car, first the chicken, then the bread, and some small potatoes that he had cooked in the oven with some different herbs and stuff on them, and then the wine. I’ve never been much for the snobbery associated with the wine-crowd, but he seemed to know what went with what, without coming off like a prick. He set out the plates and I set out the forks and knives. The food wasn’t hot, but it was still a little warm. We were starving by the time we got everything set up. He served out the food and stuck a testing finger in his chicken, then grimaced. Sometimes, he’s a woman. ‘It tastes great!’ I said not wanting him to dwell too much on the temperature. Chewing the lukewarm chicken, I smiled at him and turned to look at the waves rolling in, with their warm wet swells, trying to cool the burning, hot sand.
“OWWW” she grunted against a new evil. Something thick was slowly bludgeoning against an opening meant as an exit. She shook her head and glared ‘no’ at the impassive maestro conducting this wretched symphony of experiments. She felt the thick object disappear, only seconds later to be replaced by a finger applying something to her butthole. Lube? Lube. Fuck. She groaned expecting a new pain.
“That’s right, mallslut. When you go to a mall with no panties like a whore, things like this happen. Alright, slut is prepped. Mistress Brigitte, if you could bring that pump over while I insert this.”
“Yes Sir.” Came the reply from the redhead.
Tess’s eyes darted fearfully from his eyes, to her and back, but not before he caught her.
“SLUT, I told you to only look at me. Now you have to be punished. It will come soon enough. We have another test or two to finish.” As he spoke, she could feel the thick object returning to her butt. She could feel him twisting the object left and right while adding a slow and steadily increasing pressure against her entrance. The sensation was strange and almost pleasant, but she knew as it passed over the speed bump of her sphincter, it would probably hurt. A lot.
She started to close her eyes again, to close out the impending pain, but kept them open and focused on the horrible man. The pressure increased and the pain slowly started. She pushed out, knowing it would make it easier on her instead of resisting. It was going to happen whether she wanted it or not.
As she pushed out, with a small, sharp pain, the thick object slid easily past the door and made itself at home in the sitting room. But it wasn’t content there; it wanted a whole house tour. She grunted as the object seemed to keep going deeper and deeper. She felt like the object had to be at least a foot and a half long as it felt like it was all the way into her intestines before it came to a grunting rest. But, she knew things up in her ass were much the opposite of side view mirrors. Things in your ass are generally smaller than they appear. Generally.
Her breathing came a little shallower. The object had stopped its inevitable procession, but it felt like it was pushing against her lungs. “Ok slut, now comes the fun part. The 9inch inflatable is in, now we get to inflate it.”
Panic shot through her like a current. Inflate? It? Bigger? HOW? She already felt completely full and horribly uncomfortable. If she thought it would have helped, she would have screamed for him to take it out. Instead she just grunted at the deep parasite, devouring what little security and comfort she had left.
She felt it wiggle around a little as he clipped a hose in place. Without preamble, she saw him labor a little to pump. Every time the pump plunger pushed down, a little more air filled the chamber, and a little more fear grew in her already terrified heart. There was no end to the torment? Pump, pump, pump… she could feel the object slowly applying pressure from the inside out, and it stretched most at the entrance. Pump, pump, pump… he had to be done soon! It was so uncomfortable and starting to hurt as her asshole was stretching to almost painful diameters. But he persisted. Pump… Pump…
“Oww owwwww” Pump… Pump… “OWWW ssss’op maaaasss’errr sss’ooop peeease!!” Pump… Pump… She jerked screaming against the bonds. “OWWWWWWW nooooooooo! Sssss’oooop maaaasssss’errrr peeease!!!” came the cries through the ring. Her breathing came in rough pants now as the object filled her in ways she had never experienced, painful ways she wish she’d never experience again.
“Ass Capacity, Initial, 12 pumps. Target, 20.” She screamed again hearing that. What did it all mean and how could she possibly have more?!? It hurt so badly, so deep! She felt like she had to use the bathroom even though she knew there was nothing there since she had thankfully used the enema this morning. Was it still the same day? Oh her ass hurt so badly. Please take it out, she repeated over and over in her head, silently willing him to comply.
She heard a small pop and the air slowly escaped the ruthless object. Oh thank fucking god, she thought! He could have torn everything down there with that thing! And the air rushed out of the object, blowing out over her spread legs and exposed pussy, blowing steady for a minute as it blew like… the cool breeze whispering over the waves as they rolled in… waves rolling up onto the insecure sand with its warm… moist… swells…
With the food hungrily consumed, we clear the utensils and dishes and set them aside. He rolls to his back with his arm out, my favorite unvoiced invitation. I put my head on my favorite organic pillow and we stare out at sea.
He speaks up, “Tess, we’ve been down an unbelievable path. There are times when I still just want to run away because I think you’ll tell about what happened and it’ll all be over. This is the classic, tragic tale where the guy knows so hard that he should just run. He’s seen clear as a street sign that the way he’s going will take him straight to his death. But the times when I don’t think about the past, and its just Tess, this gorgeous girl I met somewhere random or something, and there’s no history, I know I would never experience anything close to that feeling anywhere else or with anyone else.”
Down in the bottom of me, I feel like everything’s been moved around and displaced and rearranged and turned to mush by his words. I smile my brightest, a big happy smile and he looks at me, he oils out one of his quick one-liners, they always get me.
“Radiance even the sun turns to appreciate.”
Damn fucking boys when they’re smooth!
He speaks again, “I need to run to the car real quick, I forgot… the other bottle of wine.” And I slide off, laying, looking at the blue sky. I hear the car door open and close. We only brought one bottle? I remember packing only one. I rise up on elbows and crane my next to see what this scheming schemer boy is scheming at now. He’s looking at a small, black box in the palm of his hand and when he looks up, he sees me looking at him, and his hands go into his jacket pockets. “What are you doing?” I ask. Treachery was his reply with a dismissive, “Oh, nothing.”
“What’s in your pocket? What’s in the box?” I ask. He sighs.
“Do you trust me, Tess? Honestly. It’s a fair question because we’ve both done our share of deceiving.” He asks.
“Ultimately yes. I trust you up to the point where things seem sketchy to me. I trust you yes, but that doesn’t mean I have to be stupid or blindly trust.”
“I would never tell you or ask you to trust me. You know that. I just wanted to know if you did. And in those times that seemed sketchy, once you found out the reason it was always something for you, a surprise or treat, right?”
“Well yeah, but not all of your surprises I would have asked for given the option. Although, ultimately, I’m glad I received them or got to have the experience. Wait Hey! Smoothtalkin’ Con Man, don’t spin this. What’s in the box!” I asked half-joking, half-anxious at all the possible things it could be that were running through my like-wise scheming mind.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” And then he did that fucking smarty little smirk of his and kissed me as the wind blew through my hair and past us over the waves rolling in, with their gently loving swells rolling in warm, secure, and wet.
“Uuhh” she groaned against the predator prowling around the entrance of her cave. His finger had eased into the crease, but by the movements she realized he wasn’t aiming at penetration just yet and it made her sick. Drew was right there, watching this guy finger her, or worse, and she was going to start moaning here pretty soon! She was a slut! But she couldn’t help it! Her Body was the real slut, not her. Fucking blind beggar shit and stuff!
Even with the radiating heat and pain having died down a little and her ass still sore, Master Mark knew what he was doing, and everything started feeling better as he circled his finger around the entrance. She struggled to keep eye contact with him. The aroused part of her just wanted to lay back, close her eyes, and invite him in deeper. While the thinking, rational part wanted murder for putting her in this position. She couldn’t help it. A buffet of conflicting emotions fought a winner-less battle in her mind. Shame at being on display, with everyone watching; Humiliation at soon-to-be acting like a whore begging satisfaction; Fear of what he might do next; A growing feral lusting thirst that needed to be quenched; Rage at being the victim again; A confused, dawning realization that she enjoyed surrender and helplessness.
“Aaaaaah” a soft, feminine moan involuntarily escaped a mouth forced open by a ring.
“There it is.” He said, and the finger stopped. “Time till whorish levels of arousal, Initial, 1 minute 48 seconds. Target, 30 seconds.”
Her mind screamed. All that and nothing? Just another fucking grade? What the…
Without warning, the finger found its mark. Luckily she had been getting a regular amount of fucking lately, but his finger still roughly entered. She hissed in a gasp at the invasion. His finger pushed into her, the rest of the hand pushing hard, dull pressure against the lower regions of her body. It slid out again. After a second, it went roughly back in again to the sound of her grunting and moaning “Uhhaaaaa.” This time it went deeper. It had to have been his index finger, and as it curled upward, a wave of euphoria swept through her and she forgot all the pain. His finger slid out, sliding with lubed friction down the inside of her upper walls with his palm pressing against her clit. His hand rocked forward again, palm pressing and rubbing over her clit as the finger rubbed back into her tunnel and found that spot again.
“Mmmmmm” pleasure sounds leaked out of her open mouth as his hand repeated its actions. His finger sliding in and out, uninvited, unwelcome, but uninhibited, undeterred, unavoidable and quickly bringing her home. His mouth descended and warm, wet, found her clit and his tongue found its rhythm in time with the probing finger. Ohhh his tongue worked like a spell, cast over her and she was lost to feeling. His tongue circled countless times, gently sucking, his finger rubbing and massaging the trigger, tucked divine inside her.
“ohhh god…. Mmmm … ohhh… ohhhh” boiled over the ring. Her restrained hips wiggled helplessly, sharp tugs of pain as skin stuck and broke free from the vinyl table in what small movements she could make. His tongue flicked and darted, plumbing the recesses and lips closing and sucking at the folds. His hot breath blew over the area like a cool breeze over the… no… keep … focus… stay…
Her hips flared slightly as the digit was doubled and she was opened twice as wide, a little less wide than… who… what… “ohhhhhhhhh…. mmmm” her moans evolved into lustful, pleading whimpers, that wordless, telltale banner ascending the flagpole triumphant, showing those present that she approves.
The rhythm picked up, the marching drum on double-quick. His tongue, miracles; his fingers, sliding, massaging and now “ohhhhhhhhhhh god” scissoring and futtering inside, not deep enough, go deeper please, tongue licking right on the… fingers sliding into the… breath blowing over like… fingers rubbing against the… “ohhhh ohhhhhh” the… building… up… in… with… and… sluts coming… sooon… noooow
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” The PAIN! Her eyes flew open as she screamed higher and harder than she ever had before! The pain was so intense in her nipple, first one, and she shot off at light speed, headlong into the abyss of a reality shattering orgasm. She had no breath in her, her whole body thrashed and bucked for more and she was still trying to scream more, hoarse and wordless. She forcefully ripped air from the room for her lungs just to recycle it into another scream of pleasure and pain.
And he wasn’t done yet! “ohhh goooood ohhhhhhhhhh!” His fingers still viciously coaxing her... His tongue still savagely lashing against her… and the pain! Rapture!
She drank in huge gulps of air to fight off the closing darkness. Her world was closing fast and one orgasm was rapidly resonating into another wave!! Another! “OOOOOOHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOD” AND THE PAIN AGAIN!! Shooting through her other nipple!!! TOO MUCH! TOO EUPHORIC! TOO PERFECT!
The last sound she heard was screaming madness in her mind. She had no more air to pass over vocal chords to scream aloud anymore. And the world went black.
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Chapter 14
(tess)
An oppressive darkness, the smell of cold dirt, and a pair of sharp, pulsing pains, with a burning heat radiating from her nipples, greeted Tess back to the conscious world. What the fuck has happened?! she thought in a cloudy, helpless whimper.
“Drew??” Her tiny, meek voice trembled the world as she pleaded into the void.
No reply. I must be alone?
Realizing she was unrestrained, her cool, stiff hands made their way from the cold earthen floor up to her breasts, naked and exposed to the chill of the room. Small grains of dirt roll down her sides as hands slid over skin, a tactile investigation into the source of pain.
Her fingers snagged against metal near her nipples and quickly retreated to the bugle-call of a sharp breath sucked in through gritted teeth; the touch sent a new jolt of pain from her nipples to her core. She felt her stomach erode, a feeling becoming more familiar as days since her kidnapping ascended. Her breathing sped up. She wasn’t expecting piercings. She wasn’t expecting kidnapping either, for that matter, but it came just the same.
After a few minutes lying, trying to reclaim her wits, steel her courage, and trying to wrap her frightened mind around her new jewelry, not wanting to move, she finally brought her hands up for further investigation. Much more careful and cautious this time. As her hands neared the crime scene, anxiety pumped thick from her heart, filling her blood with stress and a growing panic. Her pulse roared a swooshing, washy sound in her ears
In the enveloping void of the room around her, with no visual cues or bearings, every inch her hands moved seemed a mile. In the disoriented now, she was trapped at the sunless bottom of a cruel ocean, she could almost feel the darkness drawing, gurgling and drowning inside her lungs with every breath. Her breathing shallowed to a depth large enough to fill a shot glass. Her mind fogged in a panic. She knew this feeling from long ago… hyperventilating would soon follow if she didn’t take hold of herself.
Forcing hard against the coming haze fogging her panicked mind, she tried to repeat her string of words to herself. The powerful words she’d used time and again, her mantra that kept her safe. The words repeated over and over in her head, slowly at first as they met up against panic’s resistance. Slowly the words grew louder in her head, more confident, her breathing slowed, her heart eased back into its regular cadence. Louder and stronger the script came, until it found its way from thought to voice, “… and I will learn from this!” and startled her once more.
She knew what to expect. Her nipples were pierced now and there was nothing healthy she could do about it. It is what it is, she told herself. Her hands continued up to her new ornamentation. Jaw clenched tight against the pain, the pads of her fingers eased from her chest, up the slopes of her breasts to her areolas, goose-bumped and sensitive, to her hard, erect nipples. It felt like a metal rod with two balls on either end. They had put barbells in. Interesting.
Summoning her will from the depths, she slowly eased up on her elbows and waited. Nothing moved, nothing happened. Easing to her side and drawing her legs up under her, she readied herself to move. She needed to know where she was or what exactly she was in. A storage room maybe? In a low kneeling position, she listened hard. The fog was gone and although terrified, she had to find a way out. Adrenaline began its blessing-curse chemical integration inside her and she felt something she had never experienced before. Even though she was captive here, she felt… powerful. Alert. Ready for anything and knowing she could take it. It was almost… liberating. The feeling resonated and grew inside her. She felt like she had found something she lost long ago, like slowly she had added a piece to the puzzle of her character that made her stronger.
Her mind was alert and abuzz with thoughts. Even though he had kidnapped her, Drew had promised protection and safety. She didn’t even think of it as kidnapping anymore. Strange. In the past she would have been hurt by anyone letting her down or slighting her. He hadn’t let her down though. You can’t protect against everything. Some things just happen. Where is he? What are they putting him through? I hope he’s safe. Concerned thoughts for him came in a beautiful rainstorm.
Act! She could feel her calves flex taut, the cool bottom of her right breast was resting on her right knee, her left knee in the dirt. She almost felt… invigorated? Adventurous? Her spirits had returned to her. She imagined herself a Native American warrior trying to escape, naked, with no real idea where she was or where she was going, but that didn’t matter. She just needed to be away.
Pushing her hands against the earth, she slowly rose to a low crouch. With hands feeling out into the void like attentive tentacles, she took a few steps ahead and felt nothing. She paced ahead a few more steps and her hands came in contact with a cool metallic wall. With one hand on the wall and her other hand feeling for a perpendicular wall, she shuffled around the perimeter of her room.
Where is Drew? They’d better not hurt him! She doubted he was used to being on the other end of a master/slave relationship, and here in this shithole it seemed more like an Asshole/bitch relationship.
When she came to one of the corners of the room, she heard… people talking? Yes. The words were muffled through the metal. Pressing ear to wall, she ignored the cold sensation against her face and listened, trying to decipher anything at all.
At least two men were talking. One almost sounded like Drew but she couldn’t be sure. It was probably just her mind wanting it to be Drew, and this was all an experience that he had planned and he was coming to take her home.
She made out a few phrases.
One guy was saying something about “…brother’s company gone…” and then some low laughter.
A second voice was speaking and she could make out “…fortunate for us… ” A business deal here? In a place like this?
Maybe a third voice or one of the other ones spoke up talking for a minute or two but all she could make out was, “yeah boss… seem to be blessed… …found a good one… …sorry about the… …but you did ask for…”
A couple of voices spoke up at once talking but incomprehensible, but someone seemed to make a joke about, “never seen your cock…” and more talking and laughing.
The second voice spoke again, “…changed…plans…don’t talk about…her wait (?)…like her as…and tell…he’s fired…unprofessional…”
Another voice, or maybe one of the previous voices spoke up loud, she was beginning to lose track of it all, “Ok, so how are… where’s the other… they’re watching…”
Maybe the second voice again, “taking care of…” and a few muffled sentences later by the same voice, “copy of… vid… … Christmas bonus…”
Everyone started laughing. Then it sounded like another door opened nearby. She could feel it through the wall. Someone spoke, “Guys shut up… awake…”
The voices behind the wall got quiet. For a few minutes she heard nothing, so she continued her exploration of the cell. She came to a place where, in her mind, it seemed she had made a complete circuit. It was maybe 10 to 15 feet on each wall. A prison cell. She finished up on the far end away from where she heard the voices. God, I hope he’s safe. He’ll know what to do when he gets back. If he doesn’t though, I’ve got to take care of myself. It’s weird with him not here. I miss him. He’ll know what to do. I’ll see him soon.
A loud clang exploded hard into the silence off to the other side of the cell where she heard the voices. A door was opening, the same deep creaking groan from the last room she was in. A tall blade of dim light sliced into the darkness and slowly grew to a light-gray open portal at the other end of the room. Overhead, harsh fluorescents flickered to life and she recoiled to the far corner, the back of her hand to the bridge of her nose, an umbrella against the lights. Whatever was to happen next was here. Tess felt every muscle in her body tense.
Determination replaced the fear of yesterday. If it came down to it, she would fight this time. She had forgotten all about the pain of her new piercings as her breasts rose and fell. The fact that she was naked never crossed her mind either. Modesty was a virtue made obsolete after everything that had happened, the catalyst being the moment Drew’s words and fingers had worked their way inside her that morning. She was no longer ashamed of her body, she realized, well, mostly not ashamed. I miss him.
As if her thoughts had summoned him, as her eyes were adjusting, through the opening he entered. Or, better, someone seemed to have pushed him and he stumbled in as the door behind him clanged shut. He was hurt.
“Drew!” she exclaimed once the door was shut, and quickly closed the distance between her and her very own felonious kidnapper. He beamed a weak smile and held out his arms for a hug. He had long red lines, some with dried blood in parts, all over his body. She didn’t realize how happy she would be to see him. Clenching teeth against the pain, her palms covered her piercings and she found herself wrapped in arms that seemed to be trying really hard to be strong. Her ear fit perfectly in the hollow of his chest, she could hear his heartbeat. She breathed him in, a bittersweet aroma of dried sweat, a sharp metallic scent of dried blood, a whiff of cum (maybe from earlier at the mall), all mixed with that scent she knew was his own. She felt her previous sense of personal-power trade places with the familiar sense of voluntary-submission. Oh, the power wasn’t lost. No, the newfound piece of her that could stand up and fight, and take care of herself, and become powerful, she simple slipped that into her mental back pocket, ready when she needed it again.
“Are you ok?” He asked.
“Yes. They pierced my nipples! Fucking shitheads. They hurt like hell!” I replied.
He paused for a few moments and in his usual calm, matter of fact way he said, “They look good on you.”
I laughed hard into the crevice of his chest and arm. In this midst of this whole fucking mess and he says they look good?! Laughing made it seem like we had not just been abducted and tortured. Like it was back at Drew’s house. I felt a lot of my tension melt away.
“You can still laugh. That’s good. Just making sure they didn’t take that from you.” He said. “Yeah, if you remember, I was right there with you when they did it. I probably remember your piercings better than you do, you seemed to be in the room, then somewhere else, responding to that guy and then not.”
Shame stabbed in. I had gotten off with that guy doing... “I couldn’t help it though, I mean, he was…I…I mean, you’re my Master and…like back at the store and you said you were proud of me because I knew you were my Master and then… he just…”
“Hey, hey… do not apologize for your body responding the way it’s designed, do you hear me? Unless I had told you not to cum, that is. Then the apology would be good, but wouldn’t get you out of punishment for disobeying.” He grinned devilishly. “It didn’t even cross my mind that you would take that that way. I wasn’t meaning anything close to you feeling remorse or shame about the way your body responded. I was just saying, mentally, it seemed like you were unresponsive at times. Like you went away. Just an observation. Well, responsive up until you passed out as they pierced your nipples while you were cumming. I thought it was extremely hot. I don’t let just anyone play with my Kitten.”
I couldn’t deny it, so I said nothing. I knew his words were trying to reinforce this illusion in my heart that I was safe now, that we were not prisoners and that he was still in control of it all. The last line tripped me up a bit. My mind parted ways with my heart and knew otherwise. I mean, he had had the shit whipped out of him from the looks of the welts. That upset me. But, my heart always seems to win out over my mind, and I felt safe. I slid, whole being, into the illusion. I was safe now. He knew what to do.
I felt his head tilt and his face was resting on the top of my head, he took a deep breath and I think he kissed the top of my head, and then he spoke again, “Kitten, do you trust me?”
The words reverberated in my mind. I knew I had heard that before, somewhere.
He continued, “I would never ask you to trust me. It’s the cry of a guilty soul. I’m just curious if you do. Answer honest now.”
I paused, took a breath, and answered, “Even through everything that’s happened, you’ve always been honest with me, for better or worse. You kidnapped me and my friend, and you’ve done incredibly illegal and unimaginable things to us. But through it all you’ve been honest with me and I think you’ve genuinely grown to have my best interests in mind. It almost seems like for the past couple of days, as much as I hated it, secretly, I think I’ve always wanted to experience life like this. For some strange reason, I think I do trust you.”
He paused, and then spoke calmly, “You think? It’s a yes or no, Kitten, either way. There is no middle ground. You either fully trust me that I’ll take care of you or you don’t.”
What more did he want? Damn guys and their peculiar particulars! “Well, I mean, I do trust you, but this is completely different. We’re not at your house. Just a rather sketchy situation though. We’re both prisoners here, and I don’t think you have any control over what they do to me or you. So even if I do trust you to take care of me, you don’t have control over them. And they have control over both of us. So, I feel my hesitation to answer your question is reasonable.”
A slow, confident breathing was the only sound for a minute or two. It felt like his lips turned up, maybe in a smile? He wanted me to be honest! Finally he spoke, “I appreciate your honest answer, Kitten.” He seemed to struggle with words, I felt uneasy. Under his breath, I heard him mumble and made out, “A little more time.”
“How do we get out of here, Sir? They’re not just going to let us walk out huh? And what was all that with the clipboard and that shitbrick measuring me and all that?” I asked.
“For now, I think its best that we go along with whatever they ask. When they were walking me back from whatever ‘exam room’ or wherever they whipped me, this is, as unbelievable as it seems, some type of underground complex. Very strange. But there are other people here. I saw some guys walking their women across the complex…”
“Walking their women?” I interrupted, not sure what he meant.
“Yeah, like you’d walk your dog, the Dom’s were walking their subs.” He paused, “Do not interrupt me, kitten. We’re back just like we were at my house, do you understand? I’ve given them permission to do these things to you, so when they tell you to do something, just listen sharp and imagine everything they’re saying is actually me telling you to do it. And remember, nothing has happened by chance in the past. Even though we kidnapped you, the things I have told you and taught you, I have been training you. This… temporarily unstable… situation will make for a good test.”
“Yes Sir.” I said half-heartedly. He was still trying to build up the illusion that he had any control at all here. He gave them permission to do these things? Right. But, I guess in a shipwreck, any floating stick or chair leg feels safer than nothing. The illusion is so comfortable.
Act II
Orientation
Chapter 15
(tess)
*CLANG* … and we both jumped! The door swung wide as the red-headed clerk from the mall store entered. Her outfit heightened her air of confidence. Low, black heeled shiny boots traveled up her calves and gave way to a tight pair of black, skin-tight latex pants. A tight, firmly supporting, deep crimson corset flared out from her hips and rose to cup and lift her small breasts to a generous display. The pale, creamy white skin of her arms, chest, and neck framed a beautiful contrast. A simple, black collar with a ring in front and back held tight to her neck. My eyes narrowed to venomous slits.
“Welcome to our little underground world! I am Mistress Brigitte.” the girl sang out light and happy. “I trust your stay so far as been most pleasant. We do aim for the utmost in customer service and pleasure here, and as such, if you find anything not to your liking please feel free to shut the fuck up!” She laughed a jingling of bells as her pigtails danced behind her. I stayed quiet, as did Drew. He had to be exhausted after whatever they had done to him.
“Our next order of business is Orientation. Please follow me.” And with the last command, she turned on heels and walked out. I looked at Drew concerned. His dark brown eyes gazed down at me; they seemed to be dancing in the light. He took a deep breath, then turning his head, with an arm behind my back holding tight he walked us to the door and out.
I wasn’t prepared for the sight. Cavernous, is the only word that came to mind. We were in a large, underground area. Stalactites, earth’s underground cave icicles, loomed overhead. Electric lights had been placed all over up there so that the chamber was lit in the permanent gray of dusk. The floor under us was natural rock, and cold. They had placed thick padded lanes of carpet down the main walkways, and since we were both naked, the carpet felt much warmer than the cold stone of the earth. Naked! My previous ideas of not being ashamed by being naked put to the question.
We were entering this huge chamber with nothing on! I clung to Drew’s side, losing my composure, trying to shield myself from any watching eyes and… *Smack!* my ass burned and a squeal escaped my lips. I looked up at Drew confused and worried, why here, of all places, had he spanked me??
He was looking down at me, his eyes traveled down from where I was pressed against his side, back up to my eyes, and strangely enough, as he arched his eyebrow, I knew what he meant. I slowly eased away from his side, though his arm never left me. I tried my best to straighten my posture. I am a goddess, and I’m not ashamed. His words played from the past in my mind as we walked behind that little slut in latex. My nipples hurt something fierce from the piercings still. The pain was a finger against the pulse of my attention. Distracting at times, and at others I didn’t feel it.
We walked in silence for a minute following a dimly lit wall around the chamber. Up ahead I could make out several people and my confidence began to wither away. Drew’s hand, cupped around my side seemed to squeeze a little tighter, reassuring. Inside I was terrified. My mind was screaming danger! I struggled hard fighting down the poisonous thoughts. It was ok, Drew was here, and he had ‘allowed this.’
As we neared the small gathering of people, shapes became bodies, and bodies became people clothed in a wide assortment. Three men and two women stood mostly in latex or leather, their conversation trimmed to a whisper as their eyes tracked us both in the dusk. It seemed I could barely make out smiles on their faces. Comforting smiles or predatory, I couldn’t tell. But they… felt… kind.
My heart raced faster as I knew they were staring at me and I felt my cheeks flush with color. Was I getting wet? What the fuck? Yup. The familiar feelings returned as I felt my pussy moisten. This is ridiculous! Why is this turning me on??? I fought against the feelings, willing my pussy to dry up and rot away, untouchable, but it didn’t help. And that made me blush all the more. Little slut is getting horny at this?! God you’re such a fucking filthy whore. Drew’s hand patted against my side as we passed, that little approving pat. What did he approve of? Did he somehow know this was turning me on?
Luckily he was on the side closest to the strangers, so I felt a little safer, but my cheeks burned bright red after we passed and I could feel their eyes on my ass! Fear, vulnerability, shame, rage, anxiety, and feelings a whole convention room of psychiatrists couldn’t even name raced thru me. God damn I was wet and my nipples hurt! Quit it! Turn off! Escape! … But this is interesting… I want to stay.
We walked down gentle slopes and up small inclines past a number of doors set in the stone of the chamber wall. Finally, the girl stopped in front of a door simply marked, “101” and turned to us. “Ok, sluts. Inside.” She opened the door with a keycard and a giggle as light spilled thru the frame. Drew walked us inside and my eyes squinted away the light. The door closed firmly behind us with an audible click after it was shut. It reminded me of hospital doors with magnetic locks.
The room was maybe twice the size of my cell, and lacked decoration. A woman stood near a small table with a small, light-weight chest on top. As we entered, she spoke.
“Welcome to our facility. Stand in front of me now.” I held on to Drew as we walked closer. My eyes began adjusting to the new light and I took her in. She wasn’t exactly ‘pretty’ by most standards, but there was a fierce beauty about her. She had striking features, sharp cool hazel eyes and a small nose. Clad much like the clerk bitch in boots, latex and corset, though she lacked a collar, she had an aura of dominance that seemed to blanket the room.
“My name is Mistress Alana. You will refer to me as Mistress or Mistress Alana. You will be respectful at all times. You will do exactly as I say at all times or you will be punished. You will not think about escaping as you could see when you walked here; we’re underground, with only one well-guarded exit. From now on…” as she spoke the door behind us clicked open and we all turned. I gasped and squealed, clutching Drew tight as the man that had done my horrible “inspection” appeared. He seemed different though, almost sad. Looking to no one in particular, his eyes on the floor, he said simply, “I’m sorry Sir, thank you for the opportunity and take care. I’m sure we’ll be in touch.” Then he turned and started walking out as Mistress Alana spoke up awkwardly, yet firm. “…You’re dismissed ... pet…”
As the door closed and clicked shut we turned back around to Mistress Alana. I could feel Drew take a deep breath and let it out slowly, his eyes resting on Alana. As I looked back at her, she spoke up again, eyes sharply examining both of us. “Referring to me as Sir is extremely disrespectful and will get you punished severely. Now, while you are here …as in while we’ve got you captive here, there is a strict hierarchy.” She looked at me; her eyes seemed to slide right through mine into my head. “You are the lowest of the low. Keep your eyes down at all times, do not look other Dominants in the eye, you are below them. You will not speak unless you are spoken to, unless you ask your Master or Mistress for permission first. If they do not grant it, you do not speak.” My eyes dropped to the floor as she spoke. And as my eyes dropped, my breasts came into view and my face flushed again as I remembered I was standing here naked in front of this strange woman. I almost… liked her… in a very confusing way. She reminded me a bit, in demeanor, of Drew. And as I was looking down I had to fight a smile as I realized Drew was also naked. I could see his cock hanging free. My mind jumped to thinking about the things he had done with that cock. How he had used it to make me feel so… *CRACK* intense pain shot thru my ass-cheek and I jumped, screaming “Owwww!”
“Just because your eyes are down, slut, does not mean you can stop paying attention.” She spoke in an even tone with no hint of malice. “Your mind and your eyes seem to be linked and as one wanders, so does the other. We’ll work on that in the coming days. Even though your eyes are down, you should be paying attention to your Dominant at all times. I have several other submissive sluts to attend to so while I am not present,” I tried so hard not to rub my ass, it stung so badly. When had she come around from behind the table? And where had that whip come from? Why did it seem like… *CRACK!* the pain shot from the incredibly sensitive area around the side of my lower back and I squealed, “Eeeeeeeehh!!”
“What did I just say, slut?”
Clutching furiously at my side, my mind raced, “Um... eeeh... you were saying... while you’re not present… Mistress… uhhh…”
Her whip cracked again on the back of my thigh and I screamed, “EEEAaaaaawww”, my hand shot to my thigh rubbing hard.
“Slut, we have not yet come to this rule, but you will stop rubbing right now. Now.”
I quit rubbing and slowly pulled my hands away from the areas. They both burned red hot.
“Now, slut, when you are punished, you will keep your composure, at least enough to not rub at the pain, you may scream all you want. But the reaction of rubbing an area that was just punished, well, that’s something that the undisciplined wanna-be’s do. You will always say ‘Thank you Mistress’ after any punishment. You will not rub the area. You will keep your hands wherever your Dominant has told you to place them. You lack discipline and resolve. My name is also not ‘Mistress uhhh’ slut. A submissive’s words should be well selected and few, so you must learn not to waste those you’re given. ‘Um’s’ and ‘uhh’s’ are not meaningful words. If you feel like you can waste your words, you do not value their importance. If you do not value their importance, why should anyone else? I think we’ll keep you gagged so you cannot speak. Then maybe if you’re an intelligent slut, you’ll learn what a privilege it is to speak at all.”
My heart dropped. She couldn’t be serious! I felt my face flush, but not from embarrassment. It made me angry. It… I tried to quiet my mind.
“Very good… calm that storm slut.” She cooed. I raged again, how could she know? Goddamnit both her and Drew seemed to always know what I was thinking! Fuck!! And then Drew’s hand rested on my shoulder in his condescending calming manner. Ahhh!! I took a deep breath. Inhaling deeply through my mouth, she spoke again, almost in a stutter, “M... Dr.. N…Novice, you have your work cut out for you. Your place here is to … learn… as well.” My eyes darted up enough to see she was smiling in a weird way. “You are a representative of mine. You will report to me as she will report to you, and also me. You know, Novice, I’m really, really going to enjoy this situation we find ourselves in.” I felt heat radiate from Drew. I guessed he was probably blushing or angry or something. She continued, “If she does not learn, it is on your head, and my whip will find your sweet, sweet ass a willing target. Remember little Novice, remember…” She was circling behind us and I felt her draw close and her fingers slid over his ass as she passed behind. I heard him inhale slow and deep. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock stir gently. Oh how embarrassing for him! At least my wetness couldn’t really be seen easily. But, wow, his cock was growing! He was getting turned on by this!
The stinging in my ass and side had subsided to dull embers as she continued her circle, walking slowly in front of me. I felt like she was looking at my hurting nipples. She growled softly for some reason, and quickly walked over to the chest. Pulling her hands out, she held a small kit, setting it with care on the table. She walked over to a corner of the room and, using her body almost as a shield, she did something and a door opened in the wall! She opened the door and wheeled out a large cart with a hose running up the side of the cart underneath, and the other end running off somewhere into the closet. Wheeling the cart to the table, she spoke suddenly, “Slut, front and center, now.” I quickly complied hopping up to the table, looking down at the kit. She opened it and to my relief it seemed to contain some general first-aid type items.
“Your nipples were pierced yesterday. And they have been improperly cared for. We need to take care of them now before they become infected. Your health is of upmost importance to us, slut. Keep your hands clasped behind your back slut, and do not unclasp them, no matter what. And pay attention to everything I tell you. N…Novice, stand to the side of the table so you can see what I am doing.”
I clasped my hands behind my back and arched it as best I could to push my chest out, out as Drew had taught me, while looking down. But my eyes flickered up briefly and it seemed she was looking at my actions almost surprised, and then quickly let it fade as if it was of no importance. I felt like Drew was beaming a proud smile at me, and wanting him to continue being proud of me, I kept my eyes down as instructed. It was so hard for me not to look at him! I loved when he was proud of me and wanted to see the smile, but I told myself over and over that I didn’t need to see it, because I knew it. It was a denial of sorts.
And a light clicked on in my mind. Things started making sense in my mind. I couldn’t yet think of what exactly made sense. But I felt like I was on the verge of a cliff of discovery. I breathed deep, and oddly enough, even though we were in this strange fucking weird underground place, I found a calm that I had only been able to find by escaping.
The cart she wheeled over contained a small sink with running water. She turned it on and washed her hands for a bit. Anxiety wisped black smoke into the clear calm. Mentally I kept trying to imagine my breathing in and out was clearing away that smoke.
Drew spoke? “Tessie, you’re breathing through your mouth. Close it before Mistress Alana finds something to cover it with.” He said in his old familiar, snarky manner. “Breathe in and out through your nose.” I closed my mouth.
Mistress Alana added, “It allows you to get more oxygen with each breath, and also helps you slow things down on the inside, slut.” She finished washing and drying her hands, and then soaped them up again. I closed my eyes tight as her hands neared. “Slut, don’t tense up. Focus on relaxing your body and breathing slow and deep.” I tried to relax my face, but my hands, clasped behind my back, squeezed tightly. “Eyes open. You need to watch what we’re doing. Do not miss it.” She said almost lovingly. I opened my eyes and relaxed a little more. Her hands both drew close and gently cupped my left breast, cupping and lathering the sore area around my nipple with her fingers. The pain came back to my attention and almost as if she knew, her hands slowed and became softer, yet still went about their business of cleaning.
Fire shot from my nipple to my core as she took the barbell in her fingers gently. I wanted to scream! My mouth dropped open and I stared up at the ceiling as Drew calmly and quietly instructed again, “Breathe. Focus. Breathe.”
My teeth clenched tight and my hands clawed at each other behind my back as I tried my best to focus on breathing. I closed my eyes and tried my best to do what he said. She was holding onto the barbell and ahhhh, it seemed like she was moving it a little back and forth as she cleaned. Focus! Breathing!! Tears welled up in my eyes from the intense, sharp pain.
After what seemed like a long time, she finished cleaning the area and I felt cool water cascade down my breast as she washed off the soap into another bowl she held right below my breast. The cold water did nothing to help my concentration as I squealed when it touched my skin. She then proceeded to clean the other nipple the same. Ohh they hurt so badly! But soon enough, she was washing off the other breast and patting them dry. My nipples were on fire, but strangely felt a little better.
My eyes were closed but not tightly. My face felt wet from the tears. I was calming down and had stopped crying when she spoke, “Hold still slut. Do not move.” My eyes snapped open as she was looking gently into mine. I sniffled a little, unsure of what to do. I was staring right at her, but I hadn’t meant to! I just opened my eyes!! Oh god, I had just broken a rule she just set?! There was too much to remember!! Ahhhh!
I flinched slightly as she brought her hands slowly up to my face. She took both of my cheeks in her palms, as her thumbs gently worked from the inside corners of my eyelids, wiping away the tears. She had a very caring look and feel about her. A lot like Drew had come to do recently, but …different. It was like two sides of the same coin.
“I want you to know my little slut, that you are cared for. Do not mistake this kindness, for weakness, though.” Drew’s words again? Why did everything here feel like him? “You have a lot of training coming ahead, but your health is a top concern, do you understand? While you are a prisoner here, and you are a submissive, in matters concerning your actual health, you must speak up. Understand?” I stared into her eyes, breathing deep, trying to calm myself. Her hands slid from my cheeks, past my ears, around behind my head, massaging thru my hair to the base of my head. “Even though you’re captive here, use this time to learn, slut.” The kindness was too much; too incongruous. I heard something strange inside my head, sounds. I thought I heard Drew add something about this being a healing place? Why couldn’t I hear very well? I thought I felt her fingers pressing behind my head. What was that sound…? Mistress spoke again like she was all around, booming and fading, “Slut, there are some more steps …” something was snapping. “…to make… …nipples heal... …will make sure …Novice knows what to do...”
It snapped. I felt it. I was a train wreck inside. I heard it. All the changes from being kidnapped and learning Drew, to being kidnapped again and that asshole hobo-shit worthless guy from yesterday… all those worthless guys from long ago… to now this woman, controlled and now kind… to Drew, firm and warm and loving. The extremes were too much! The past, pre-Drew, rushed back from some locked away chest in my head. It was here, now, playing on the screen behind my eyes. Everything.
I didn’t know what to think and my mind was a hurricane. The past! As I was looking into her eyes, something surged inside. The spinning started. I zoned out, lost in her eyes, the pain from my nipples, the inner explosion… the day… …her face… and the room slipped sideways in a slow soft spin, it was too much.
I felt like I was falling, inside the spinning, seduced further by fingers. But in a dream. A strange dream. I thought I heard Mistress Alana’s voice say, “...rew we need to get her some res...” Was I underwater? I heard him say, “...’ve got her, let’s take her up...” Everything was muffled. My eyes were working, my mind was working, but they didn’t seem connected. Movement was obsolete. The water was warm though. I felt it all around me. I don’t have to move here in the water. It warmed me. The world was shimmering in a resilient way I had never seen before. A smile kissed its way from my core to my lips as I felt my head lean back into something warm and firm, I heard the sounds of breathing. I was being carried. It didn’t matter where. The water… was warm…
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