Getting to Know the Neighbors
Earlier this year my husband came forward and spoke to me about a brief period of time when he was unfaithful to our marriage.
Earlier this year my husband came forward and spoke to me about a brief period of time when he was unfaithful to our marriage.
This is how this started with me and my daughter. I hope you like it
Sorry for taking so damn long. Part four will not take as long!
A story of lost and reconnection between a small family
Part One: http://www.sexstories.com/story/79714/
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I’d been trying to bring bondage into our relationship for a few months. As a little girl, I’d always enjoyed games that involved tying each other up, be it cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, whatever. I’d evolved into somewhat of a switch, finding almost equal joy in restraining and toying with others as I did being restrained.
My boyfriend had resisted all my attempts, citing weirdness, uncomfortablitiy, claustrophobia, and that he “didn’t want to do that” to me. After months of discussions to what bondage actually was and what it entailed (as opposed to the leather whips and chains misconception), he’d relented and started experimenting.
There was always a D/s aspect to our relationship. Inevitably, when one or both of us wanted to fuck, one or the other would assume a dominant role. He enjoyed having me get naked in front of him, and pushing my head down when I blew him. I enjoyed toying and teasing him until he couldn’t stand it any more.
We’d progressed to the point where we’d brought handcuffs into sex. “Here, put these on,” I told him, tossing him a pair of short linked cuffs as he walked into the bedroom one night. “Oh no, no no babe,” I told him as he started to slip them on. “Behind the back.”
He raised an eyebrow before shifting his arms behind him and clinking them shut. I walked over to him smiling, taking in the gorgeous sight of his helpless body. He was 5’11, towering compared to my 5’2, skinny at a little over 150 pounds, but all muscle.
I noted with some satisfaction that the bulge in his shorts had grown considerably larger. I’d worn a thin black tank top that showed all the cleavage my 36B breasts could afford. My white sweatpants did little to hide the black thong I wore, showing off my built ass and legs. At 130 pounds, I was very nearly a physical match for him. It made things like this all the better.
“My, I do like having you helpless,” I said with a smile, tracing my hand up his leg and brushing his hard 7’’ cock. I walked around behind him to find that he, once again, had cuffed himself loosely affording some means of escape.
“Well, not completely helpless,” I said to a questioning look by him. Before he could react, I tightened both wrists, locking him in until a time when I felt merciful.
“What’s the matter baby?” I cooed at his nervous look. “Did I ruin your safety net?” His look confirmed my comment. “Don’t worry, I’ll play nice.” I grabbed his cock and stroked it through his pants. Some of the nervousness faded into arousal as he loosened up, albeit slightly. “I love toys…and that’s what you are for me tonight. A toy.”
His gaze softened at that, getting more into the mood.
“Now,” I said, walking around him once more, allowing my eyes to wander lecherously, making him feel dirty for once. “You might be bigger and stronger than me, but none of that matters now,” I eyed him slyly, making sure he saw my eyes flit to his cock again. “But I think I need to be at a bit more of an advantage. I pulled myself close, breathing on his neck, pressing my body against him, increasing his arousal. I gave his ass a playful squeeze before running them up his body and slipping my hands under his thin and weathered T shirt.
It had several holes throughout over years of use and abuse, though it wasn’t one of his favorites. I deftly threaded my fingers through some of the holes, and in one swift motion ripped the fabric off his body.
Before he could protest I put a finger to his lips and ran the other hand up and down his bare chest, taking great care to run my fingertips lightly over his six-pack, down to the edge of his shorts. Smiling at him I slid the fingers an inch beneath the waistband, just car enough down so they brushed the tip of his cock, causing him to gasp suddenly before returning them to their place around his waste. Well, maybe a tad lower on his hips, giving me more skin to look at.
By now his cock was straining at his thin mesh shorts, a very apparent bulge beneath his waist. “Do you want to be freed?” I asked him. He nodded and smiled.
I stood back and watched him. “Well, go right ahead,” I told him. He hurried, his cuffed hands struggling to loosen his shorts. He managed to pull them down halfway to his thighs before wiggling to maneuver them down his legs. I couldn’t help but giggle at his eagerness. He went to work on his boxers, but I stopped him.
“That’s good enough for now,” I told him, holding them up. He looked disappointed, but his expression changed when I slid to my knees and slipped his cock out through the slit.
I slid it into my mouth, maintaining eye contact with him, enjoying the taste and the feeling of his hardness in my mouth. Recently, through some practice with a few ever willing bananas, I’d learned to deepthroat.
Inch by inch I slid his cock down my throat, never breaking eye contact until my chin reached his balls. He rolled his head back and moaned at the sight of me swallowing him whole. I deep throated him a few more times before pulling off, leaving him bewildered.
“There’ll be more for you later…if you’re a good boy. Now take those boxers off.”
He started to struggle with them, unable to pull them down thanks to the resistance his exposed cock was providing. After several minutes of struggling under my amusement, he finally managed to haul the front over his cock and work them down his legs. “Good boy,” I told him, reaching down to grab them and toss them aside. I made sure to straighten out slowly, giving him a nice long look at my ample cleavage.
I licked my lips and looked at his rock hard cock. “Having fun babe?” I asked him, not bothering not to stare. Out of the periphery of my vision I saw him nod eagerly.
I grabbed a backpack and pulled it over to where he stood. I stole a glance at him again and smiled, thoroughly enjoying the situation. I grabbed an implement and walked over to him, kneeling before him once more.
“What are you doing?” he asked nervously as I fiddled around his cock with the leather straps.
“I’m giving myself a bit more control.” I wrapped the device around about 4 inches of his shaft. It was a cock leash, giving me about a four foot length to lead him around by.
“Baby…” he started nervously, but I cut him off, giving a slight tug on the lead.
“Be a good boy now…it’s not like you have much choice.” I pulled, harder this time, forcing him to follow me around the room. He didn’t seem to be thrilled about it, but his cock was just as hard as it was before.
“Don’t look so glum baby, I’m having fun.”
I led him around the room a few more times before grabbing a chair and sitting him down, finally freeing his cock from the leather confines of the leash. I swung his arms over the low back of the chair and fastened the cuffs to one of the horizontal bars that made up the back of the chair.
I grabbed his cock and stroked it idly while kissing him full on the lips. “To make sure you can’t go anywhere,” I told him. I kissed my way down his body, stopping only to lick a ring around his head before grabbing more equipment and going to work on his ankles. I deftly tied them to each leg of the chair, further securing him.
“Nice,” I said, marveling at his helplessness, “but I don’t have quite the access I want.”
The chair was old, wooden and simple. There were two armrests that protruded from the back of the chair and rested on single dowels on either side. Since the chair was old, some of the glue wasn’t as effective as it used to me. I pulled both arms up and off of the dowels and removed them. Now the arms only stuck out from the back of the chair, leaving a space between them and the seat.
Before he could process what was happening, I pushed both legs wide of the dowel holes and replaced them, spreading his legs wide. Grabbing still more rope, I secured his legs to the arms of the chair.
“Now the fun can begin,” I taunted him, grabbing the bottom of my tank top and peeling it over my head. I wore no bra beneath, and my B’s cups dropped minutely at their freedom. It was his turn to lick his lips as he eyed me salaciously.
“Oops,” I said, tossing the tank top aside and walked in front of him. “Too bad you can’t do anything about it. I turned around, leaning towards him and started rubbing my ass against his cock. I knew the rough feeling of the cotton sweatpants would drive him wild.
He moaned as my ass worked his cock. I knew he wanted nothing more than to roughly grab my tits and pull me close to him, to thrust into me powerfully and take over sexually.
I wasn’t about to let that happen. I turned around and surveyed the carnage of my work. His head was rolled back and he was straining at his bonds. When his head lifted and he finally looked at me once more, I peeled my sweatpants down to reveal a miniscule black thong that barely covered my shaved pussy.
“Enjoy the view? I know I’m enjoying mine,” I said with a smile. I pulled up a stool and sat right in front of him, leaning over so my hair spilled onto his inner thighs and around his cock. I breathed on him lightly, causing him to jump within the ropes and strain to bring himself closer to my lips.
With some effort, he managed to inch himself close, just brushing my lips with the tip of his cock. A strand of precum fell making a line from his cock up to my mouth. I broke it with my tongue and gulped the tiny bit of sweetness down.
“That wasn’t very good,” I scolded him. “Do we need to restrain you some more?”
“No, I’m pretty stuck as it is,” he replied with a grin.
“Nonsense,” I said getting up and grabbing more rope. I wrapped several strands around his midsection, holding him straight against the back of the chair. I looped more around his thighs, restringing his legs further.
When satisfied I sat back down and resumed my position. He tried in vain to bring himself closer to me but the new bonds held him fast.
“Mmm,” I moaned, sliding him into his mouth, bobbing halfway down rhythmically for a few moments before pulling off. “I love sucking your cock babe,” I stroked it softly while looking into his eyes, “but I’m going to do it on my terms.”
Much to his disappointment, I stood and pulled something else from the backpack. I pulled it out of the case and snapped the shutter.
“What are you doing?” he asked nervously as I took picture after picture of his helplessness.
“Preserving the moment,” I replied sweetly, zooming in on his cock and snapping a few more pictures. Satisfied, I zipped it back in the case and sat down.
“Now, what can I do with you?”
“Blow me?” He replied begging.
I ran a fingernail lightly up his shaft causing him to shudder. “Eventually…but I want to have some more fun with you.” I looked at him slyly for a moment, running my hands up and down his inner thighs. “Actually, blowing you isn’t such a bad idea.”
I moved off the stool to my knees, this time taking the full length of him into my mouth. I strained the confines of my throat with his cock, holding down for several seconds before slowly sliding my lips back up to his head. I pulled off and stopped. “You have to do something for me…” He looked at me bewildered, unable to speak. “You have to let me know when you’re going to cum. Okay?” He nodded and I resumed sucking him, picking up my pace this time.
I placed my hands on his thighs as I shamelessly deepthroated him over and over again. I leaned my head back slightly with every upswing ensuring he could feel the full length of my tongue. I stared right at him, but before long his head was rolled back in ecstasy.
“Oh god, oh god,” he moaned repeatedly as I continued to pleasure him.
Before long, “Oh god, I’m gonna cum…” As soon as the words left his mouth, I stopped and pulled off. He stared at me, incredulous. “Don’t stop…please…”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to give orders,” I told him with a smile, enjoying his agony. “How bad do you want to get off tonight?”
“Tonight?” he breathed, begging.
“Yes, I have something you want…very very badly from the looks of things. What are you willing to do to get it?”
He paused for a moment. “What do you want?” He asked hopelessly.
I thought about it. “I want to do this more often…much more often,” I said, licking my lips at the thought of having more control.
“How often?”
“As often as I want,” I said, dropping the hammer.
“How often is that?” he asked nervously.
“Tsk, tsk, trying to set terms? Yes or no? Yes gets you the blowjob you so crave, albeit the way I want to do it.”
“Yes.”
“My, that was easy…you must be really horny.” He nodded emphatically.
I dropped back to my knees. “We’re going to this a little differently. You don’t have to tell me when you’re going to cum, but you do need to get permission. Cum to early, and need I remind you, you’ve got two nice sensitive balls…and no hands. Understand?”
He nodded. I smiled, maintained eye contact and began sucking him much more. The earlier action still preyed on his body. He was ready in no time. “Can I cum?” I swatted his thighs, hard. “Say please,” I demanded in the split second his cock was out of my mouth.
“Please may I cum?” Still looking at him, I shook my head. “Oh god,” he moaned, gritting his teeth and tensing up. At this pace, it wasn’t even fair. I slowed to an easier, but more agonizing rhythm, but did not stop working him with my mouth and tongue.
“Unh, unh, unh,” he grunted with each bob of my head. I could feel his cock start to twitch in my mouth. Seconds later…”please may I cum?” I shook my head again. “Oh god baby, I can’t take this much longer,” he pleaded, “please may I cum?”
I denied him once again, and increased my pace. His eyes went wide. I wrapped my hand tightly around my shaft, buying precious more seconds. He’d have been levitating out of his chair at that moment if the ropes hadn’t held him down. As it was he was hurting himself straining against them.
“Oh god, oh god, please, please, please…” was all he managed to get out.
This time I rewarded his patience by nodding, and moving my efforts to his head. “Ahh, fuck,” he screamed, before he bit down hard on his lip.
His cock swelled to a nearly impossible girth within me, holding for several seconds before squirting many hard streams into my mouth and down my throat. I moaned happily when his cum reached my tastebuds, reveling in the sweet saltiness.
He continued cumming hard for several more seconds before it finally died to a slow drip. I milked him with my hand, making sure to drain him completely. When I was satisfied I’d gotten the last drop, I pulled off him and showed him the massive load he’d dropped in my mouth. I could only hold it for a few seconds, and even then some dribbled down my chin. I swallowed and licked the last little trickle off my face.
“Good boy,” I said giving his weary cock a little pat.
I moved over to the pack and grabbed a collar. I fitted it around his neck and padlocked it shut.
“What?”
I put my finger to his lips.
“Shhh, you’re mine now.”
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January 10th, 2008
11:18pm
Baby went to the womens shelter tonight. She has an Hispanic girl that wanted to come home with her tonight. Baby has been talking to her for a week or so now. Baby told her she’d have to check with me first.
Most of the girls immediate family was deported about two weeks ago. She escaped deportation because she wasn’t home at the time. She has no other family here besides a few cousins, none of which she can stay with, and an older brother that lives in his car. This would be an easy and safe acquisition, but Baby said she is just “OK” looking, 22 years old and “slightly overweight” so she wanted to make sure we even wanted her first.
I figured she might not sell for much, but anything we could get for her would be better than nothing, and she is extremely low-risk. I told her to bring the girl home tomorrow night.
Flower is coming along fine, or so Baby tells me. I’ve been too busy to properly test her talents. And as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve not been very motivated to work with her now that she is broken and so compliant. The thrill is gone and she feels like just a piece of property to me. I also desperately need to sell her and don’t want to get attached to her like I did Star. It was very difficult to sell her.
January 11th, 2008
2:33pm
Baby is bugging me about working with Flower. ” She needs a real cock to practice with.” she says. I agreed, but told her it would have to wait a day or two if the new girl is coming home with her tonight. She agreed and said she would remind me in a couple of days.
January 12th, 2008
3:15am
Baby brought the Hispanic girl home, telling her she could stay here as a live-in house keeper. She is fairly short, maybe 5′ 3” her skin is medium tone, and she definitely could lose 15-20 pounds, but is nicely curved. Her tits are nice, but a bit smaller than what I would call proportional. Overall, she is “cute”, but nowhere near as pretty as Baby, Star or even Flower.
The girl speaks little English, but some. Baby has a high school level knowledge of Spanish. I only know about four words of Spanish, but between the two of them we are able to communicate somewhat efficiently.
We talked to her for a several minutes. She asked what her duties would be and how much we would pay her. I played along, listing her duties and promising her $10 an hour. She seemed thrilled to be getting paid so much. When she asked where her room would be, it was time to drop the charade, since I don’t actually have an empty spare room for her.
I decided I was bored with the tie-them-up-and-beat-them routine and wanted to try something different: pure intimidation.
I told her to wait there for a moment and went in to the kitchen. Hiding a long knife down the back of my pants, I walked back to the couch where she was sitting, stood closer to her than she was comfortable with and looked down at her.
“Mister Edward…” she said.
“Take your clothes off!” I demanded.
She looked at me, confused, then looked at Baby waiting for a translation. I think she understood what I said, but couldn’t believe it and was hoping she was wrong, or that I was joking.
Baby translated the best she could, acting out removing her clothes with her hands.
“No, Mister Edward… I clean house.” she replied.
“No clean house.” I said calmly, shaking my head. “Take your clothes off.”
“NO! I clean house only!” she insisted.
I slowly pulled the knife out with my right hand, running my left index finger down the blade for dramatic effect.
“Take your clothes off… NOW!” I ordered. Her eyes lighting up with fear and her body jumping slightly in her seat when I emphasized the word “NOW”.
“Mister Edward!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes.
“NOW!” I yelled.
Terrified at my yell, her head slammed against the back of the couch and her feet jumped off the floor. She pulled her knees up towards her chest, but she did not try to fight or run.
She stared at me in horror for a few, long seconds, then made a cross on her chest with her hand and cried, repeating something several times in Spanish.
I raised the knife to my shoulder and pointed the blade towards her.
“Do it!” I barked.
She slowly started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Stand up!” I demanded, positioning myself between her and the front door. She did as she was told.
“Clothes off!” I snapped.
She continued to unbutton her blouse and cry. Saying things in Spanish with a few English words here and there.
“Shut up!” I demanded. She looked at Baby who said something to her in Spanish. She looked back at me and fell silent, slipping her blouse off and dropping it on the floor.
She just stood there, looking at me as if she were done.
“All of it!” I ordered, pointing to her chest.
She let out a quiet sob, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the ground, and covering her chest with her arms.
I was getting tired of trying to make her understand English. I told Baby to help her carry out my orders.
“Arms at you side!” I demanded. Baby said something to her and then grabbed her arms, positioning them at her side.
I roughly grabbed her right tit and squeezed it. She winced in pain a bit and shrunk back away from my touch.
“Stand up straight!” I yelled. Baby guided her back in position. Baby seemed to be reassuring her in Spanish that she would not be hurt.
I put the knife back down the back of my pants and grabbed both of her tits, kneading and massaging them. They were not the best tits I had ever seen but there were nice and firm. Her dark nipples became involuntarily erect as I rubbed them between my fingers and thumbs. She started sobbing and saying something to Baby with urgency in her voice.
“She says this is a sin.” Baby said, trying to suppress a smile.
I stepped back and pulled the knife back out.
“Pants off!” I commanded.
She started crying again and repeated the part about this being a sin. Baby knew my patience was running out so she took the girls hands and moved them to the button on her pants, prompting her in Spanish.
The girl continued to cry as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pushing them down to her feet, sliding her flip-flops off and stepping out of the pants. She put her hands in front of her crotch, which Baby promptly moved back to her sides.
“Mister Edward… I clean house only!” she repeated, sobbing.
I ignored her and moved the knife towards her, slowly so she wouldn’t be startled. I slid it under the right strap of her white and blue striped panties, cutting it with a quick snap of the blade. She let out a quick, high-pitched screech as she pulled back from the knife, grabbing the strap of her panties, trying to hold them up.
“Off!” I demanded. Baby motioned to her and said a Spanish word.
“Please, Mister Edward!” she begged.
Baby took her hand and helped the girl start to drop her panties, letting go and allowing the girl to finish removing them once she realized she had no choice.
She was now standing in just her white socks, her dark black cunt hair a tangled mess. She has a small belly pooch and her hips are a little flabby, but overall she’s definitely fucakble.
“On your knees!” I ordered, pointing toward the ground.
She complied without complaint. I’m not sure she understood where this was going.
“Suck my cock!” I commanded, taking a step closer to her. She looked very confused and turned to Baby for a translation.
Baby tried to translate, but was having trouble finding the right words. She motioned toward my crotch and made a bobbing head motion with her fist up to her mouth.
The girl looked back at me in horror and started crying again.
“Mister Edward! No!” she pleaded. I nodded my head and pointed the knife at my crotch.
She looked back at Baby, frantically sobbing and talking very fast. Baby couldn’t follow everything she said, but caught the gist of it and said something in a reassuring tone.
“She thinks this is a sin and is afraid.” Baby said. “I told her it wasn’t a sin if she was forced to do it. I think she believes me and said she would try if we promise not to ‘murder’ her.”
The girl unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down slowly. Pulling my pants down to my knees, she reached in to my boxers and tentatively grabbed my semi-erect cock. She pulled my dick out the front of my boxers and put her nose up to it. I think she was smelling it. She then licked it once as if to taste it.
“Put it in your mouth!” I ordered, thrusting my hips toward her, my cock throbbing as it became fully erect with anticipation.
She looked at Baby, who stuck her thumb in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it.
She sobbed a Spanish phrase a few times while making a cross on her chest again with her hand, and then put her mouth on my cock.
She didn’t even take the whole head of my cock in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down about an inch. Baby quickly put her hand on the back of the girls head and guided her farther down on my cock. The girl braced herself against my thighs with her hands, trying to push away from taking too much.
“More, Baby.” I said. Baby pushed the girls head down another inch or so, causing her to gag.
“No Mas!” the girl cried, pulling her mouth off. That was one of the few Spanish words I knew.
“Fucking MAS!” I yelled, grabbing her head and jamming it back on my cock, until the head hit resistance in her throat. I held her head in place for several seconds as she struggled and pushed against my thighs.
I pulled my cock back a bit, allowing her to breathe and then motioned to Baby to take over guiding her. Baby grabbed the sides of the girls head and with slow, steady motions, repeatedly slid the girls mouth over my stiff, saliva-covered cock.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as the young girls soft mouth worked its unwilling magic. I put my right hand on the top of the girls head, grabbing a handful of hair as I felt my balls tighten.
After several more strokes, I held the girls head in place with my right hand and shot my first load of come in to the back of her throat. She immediately twisted her head to the side, my cock falling out of her mouth.
She dropped to her hands and knees, gagging and choking, spitting come out of her mouth. Baby, always on the ball, grabbed my dick with her hand and jerked me off until I had finished coming.
I looked down, and the girl sat there on her knees, head on the floor and crying. On her back were several splashes of come, slowly sliding down her ribs.
I started to pull my pants back up when suddenly, there was a knock on the door! We live in the middle of nowhere. A knock on the door cannot possibly be good news.
I quickly pulled my pants up, grabbed my revolver from the cabinet and went to the door. I cocked the revolver and held it in my right hand, keeping it behind the door as I opened it with my left.
There stood a young Hispanic male, about 25 years old. He was roughly 5′ 8″, and slim, but not particularly muscular. I quickly decided I could take him if I had to, but kept the revolver ready.
“Can I help you?” I inquired.
“Sir,” he began, with a thick Spanish accent, “What are you doing to my sister?”
January 12th, 2008
11:10am
I was speechless, my mind working over-time trying to figure out what to do.
“Um… I… she came home with… uhh” I stammered.
“I followed her.” he said, “I got worried after so long and looked in the window. I saw you mistreating Rosalyn.” (Rosalyn is not her real name).
“Get the fuck in here!” I said, whipping the gun out from behind the door and pointing it straight in his face.
“Whoa!” he shouted, putting his hands up as if to show he was not armed, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What?” I asked, “You see me ‘mistreating’ her then you knock on my door. I’m supposed to think you stopped by for a beer? Why are you here?”
“My name is Tomas.” He said. “Rosalyn is my sister. We have no home since our family was deported. She was staying in the shelter and I sleep in the car. When she could get a house to clean, I would take her and wait. She would hide me some food out the back door.”
“*Sneak* you some food out the back door.” I said.
“Pardon?” he asked, confused.
“Never mind.” I said, annoyed. “So, what do you want?”
“We wanted nothing but to clean house and get some food and little money.” he replied. “But now you mistreat her. We would want some more money.”
“Oh? And how much would you like?” I asked sarcastically.
“Maybe… $100?” he suggested, with a tone as if he were asking for some huge, insulting amount of money he knew he wouldn’t get.
“And $30 to clean house, if you want.” he added.
I just sexually molested his sister, and he wants $100, and still wants to clean the house. At this point I was relieved. He probably has prostituted her out before. I can just give him a couple hundred dollars and they’ll both go away. I’d like to keep her, but I’m not going to murder this guy, and I don’t see another option. The last thing I want or need is a male slave and it’s too risky. He’s much more likely to be able to overpower me than the girls.
“OK,” I agreed, “I’ll give you the money. Follow me and get your sister.”
We walked in to the living room. Baby was sitting on the floor, trying to console Rosalyn, who was still naked and lying on the floor.
Rosalyn looked up, saw Tomas, jumped to her feet and ran to him. She started crying hysterically, hugging him and talking very fast in Spanish.
She was frantically pointing at me and waving her arms around as Tomas tried to calm her down. I’m certain I heard the word “Policia” more than once. I asked Baby and she confirmed it. She is ranting that I raped her and they need to call the police.
FUCK! I guess this isn’t a scam, and she’s not a prostitute. I can’t let them leave now.
“Over to the couch!” I ordered, pointing the gun at them again. “Both of you!”
“Roslyn, sit down.” I said, handing Baby the knife I still had tucked in the back of my pants.
“Watch her, Baby.” I ordered. “Tomas, come in the kitchen with me.”
I followed Tomas in to the kitchen, gun held high. I did not want to kill Tomas, but I will if that is my only choice. I had one last desperate plan to try. If this didn’t work I’d have to kill him, so I saw no reason to hide anything.
“Tomas,” I began, “We deal in slaves here. We kidnap, train and sell slaves to rich people.”
“What do these people do with the slaves?” Tomas asked.
“They are sex slaves, Tomas” I answered.
“And you want to make Rosalyn a sex slave?” he asked.
“That was the plan until you showed up, yes.” I replied.
“And what do you do now?” he countered.
“Well, that’s up to you.” I said, “The way I see it, you have three choices. I heard Roslyn talking about calling the police. I cannot allow that.”
“You pay us, we won’t call police.” he assured.
“I cannot take that chance. She is very upset.” I reminded him.
“Yes, she is.” he agreed, “But she will do as I say.”
“I still can’t take the chance.” I repeated. “So, your first option is… I kill you, and keep her as a slave.”
“I do not like that option.” Tomas said, with no hint of trying to be humorous.
“Your second option is, I take you both as slaves and you would probably be sold to a gay man.”
“I do like that option either.” he said, equally seriously, “What is third option?”
“The third option” I began, ” is I keep Rosalyn, you live here and work for me. When she is fully trained, she will be sold to a rich person and be taken care of very well for the rest of her life. And you can continue to work for me for as long as you like.”
“I… might like this option.” he said thoughtfully.
“I’m not going to deceive you, Tomas” I said, “the training is hard. She will be chained up and ‘mistreated’ until she learns to please a man… and a woman, in every way possible. She will be harshly punished if needed, but when it’s all over, she will have a good life and never want for anything again.”
“And as for you,” I continued, “You help me with anything I need around here, yard work, fixing the house or anything else I need. I will pay you $200 a week in cash and get you a small trailer to live in behind the house.”
“I am liking this option.” he interjects.
“And, once you have a clean bill of health from the doctor, I can occasionally use you to help train slaves.” I said, with a sly grin.
“What does that mean?” he inquired.
“It means sex.” I answered. “I can use another cock around here for the girls to train with.”
“You mean, I have free sex with slave girls?” he asked, incredulously.
I didn’t like the way he looked over at Baby when he asked that. I took the gun, jammed it under his chin, pushing his head up a few inches.
“Rule #1: You never, EVER, touch Baby.” I growled. “She is mine. If you touch her, I will feed you your own balls, shoot you through the head and bury you in the back yard. Are we clear?”
“Yes…” he squeaked, looking down at the gun.
I pulled the gun away, but left it pointed at him.
“Rule #2:” I continued, “You never touch any of my girls without permission from me or Baby, for any reason. And Rule #3: You do not leave this property without permission.”
“Also, if you help me find and secure a new girl, you will get $1,000 when they are sold, starting with Rosalyn.” I added.
“Yes!” he said, “I like this option!”
“But,” he said, suddenly sounding sad, “poor Rosalyn. She will not understand why I let you mistreat her and still work for you. She will hate me, but she will have good life. She will forgive me some day.”
“Tomas…” I trailed off, pausing for several seconds, trying to decide if I was truly this evil.
“Tomas…first you must prove to me that you can be trusted and if you really have what it takes to help train slaves.”
“What? How do I do that?” he asked.
“You must let me video tape you doing something very illegal.” I replied, “So I know if you run off or try to go to the police, I can show them the video and you would go to prison also.”
“What would you want me to do?” he said “Rob somebody, maybe?”
“No, Tomas. Something worse than that…” I answered, “You also need to show that you have the balls to mistreat a girl as she screams and cries.”
“You want me to rape someone?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Tomas.” I replied.
“Who? Who do I rape?” he said, looking around for emphasis.
“One of my slave girls.” I responded. “She is just one of my slave girls, and you have to be able to think of all my girls as just slaves, no matter who they are. You can not play favorites with any of them.”
“What…? I don’t under…” he said, trailing off and deeply confused.
Suddenly, he jerked up straight in his chair, his face contorted with horror and shame.
“Not Rosalyn!” he shouted.
Rosalyn called to Tomas from the living room. He said a few words in Spanish, with a tone of “Never mind, I wasn’t talking to you.”
“You cannot ask me…” he started to say.
“She is just one of my slave girls.” I repeated. “I need you to help me train her. If you are not willing, there are still the other two options. Either way, she will be trained, starting tonight, and sold. And I could sell her in to prostitution…”
“She would never forgive me…” he said, starting to tear up. “But, I can’t have her go back to the shelter or be deported, she deserves a better life than that.”
“She will have a good life, Tomas” I assured.
“Yes… yes, I will do it.” he said “God forgive me!”
“OK, put this on.” I said, handing him a condom from the drawer. “We will get you tested this week, but for now, we don’t need you getting her pregnant or giving her a disease.”
He just sat there, looking down at the condom, a few tears dripping on to the table. I handed him a towel to wipe his face.
“You need to be strong.” I encouraged. “You have to quit thinking of her as your sister and see her as just another slave.”
I grabbed the video camera as he put the condom on and zipped his pants back up. He has a fairly average penis, maybe 6 inches or so. He wasn’t hard so I couldn’t tell for sure.
“Tomas,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, “You are going to have to be harsh. She will fight you because she doesn’t understand that it’s best for her.”
“Yes, Sir.” He replied, straightening his clothes, his face becoming visibly more cold and determined.
“And Tomas…” I continued, “Don’t stop until you come.”
“I won’t, Sir.” he assured me.
We walked back in to the living room and I motioned Baby over to me. “We will deal later with your inexcusable lack of caution.” I quietly hissed through clenched teeth, “This was totally unacceptable!”
“I know, Master.” she said, her voice quivering.
“For now, just tell me what they are saying.” I ordered, turning the video camera on.
Tomas walked over to Rosalyn and knelt down in front of her.
“This man… something… something… help us… something… rich people… something… he’s talking too fast!” Baby said, attempting to translate.
“obey…” Baby continued, “good life… something… forgive… something… Not your brother… what’s he talking about?
Tomas took the clothes from Rosalyn’s hands and threw them on the floor. Rosalyn covered her chest with her arms and yelled at Tomas.
“…something…” Baby said, unable to translate most of what Rosalyn was yelling. “my brother…something…insane? I’m not sure…”
Tomas unzipped his pants and pulled out his condom-covered cock. He started stroking it, trying to get it hard. Rosalyn screamed at him, put her hands up and edged back farther in the couch.
Tomas jerked his dick for a few more seconds until it was mostly erect, then grabbed Rosalyn’s hands with his hands, pulling them away from her face.
“Oh my God, Master!” Baby exclaimed, “What is going on?”
“Tomas works for me now.” I replied. Baby just looked at me, mouth wide open.
Tomas starting talking again, this time in a more harsh tone.
“Something… love you… something… forgive me sometime? someday? … ” Baby’s translation was interrupted by Tomas rearing back and smacking Rosalyn quite hard across the face.
Rosalyn screamed and clawed at Tomas. He responded by smacking her several more times, alternating between smacking and back-handing her.
After a dozen or so slaps, Rosalyn went limp, crying and sobbing. Tomas twisted and pushed her body, positioning her to lie on her back on the couch. He climbed on to the couch, at her feet.
“Open your… legs?” Baby translated. “He’s going to rape his own sister!?!”
“I’ll explain it later, Baby.” I replied.
Rosalyn was not complying so Tomas reached down and spread her legs apart. Jerking himself off again, he crawled on his knees towards her, getting between her legs.
Rosalyn stared off in to space, tears streaming sideways down her face.
Tomas spit in his hand several times and rubbed it on the head of his cock, then mounted his sister. After a few probing jabs, he reached down and grabbed his cock with his right hand, stiffened his left arm to put all his weight on it, and jammed his cock in to his crying sister’s pussy.
“AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!” Rosalyn screamed in pain and horror. It should not have hurt that much.
Tomas started pumping his hips, plowing his cock in to her over and over as she screamed with each thrust.
After a few seconds, I noticed blood trailing down Rosalyn’s ass, soaking in to the couch cushion.
GOD DAMMIT! She was a fucking virgin! FUCK! She would have been worth twice as much if she were intact. Who the fuck is still a virgin at 22 years old? Fuck.
Tomas settled in to a smooth rhythm, closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Rosalyn started repeating something over and over in Spanish.
“What is she saying, Baby?” I asked.
“Something about… about… She is saying they are both going to hell.” Baby answered.
“Uh… uh… uh… uhhhnnnn” Tomas grunted, as he filled the condom with come. He rammed his cock in to her several more times, pausing between each thrust for a second. Then rolled off of her and on to the floor. He was sweating profusely. Rosalyn just lie there crying.
Tomas stood up, carefully pulled the condom off to avoid spillage, and walked over and put it in the trash.
“I’m done, Sir.” he said coldly. “Your slave is ready for you.”
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