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Forced to be a Fuck Doll II

Ashlynn had been forcefully moved to a different room that was entirely white with one table and one armchair. The two men who apparently worked for the man she only knew as ‘Master’ had forced her to put on a sheer white baby doll with only lace white panties underneath. They gruffly pinched at her nipples and laughed to themselves and they were pushing her around.
” This little cunt is going to love Mr. Statler…and don’t bother screaming and whining to him, he’s paying good money to play around with you…and he likes his girls scared and young.” They shortly left the room leaving Ashlynn alone. It all felt so unreal to her…this couldn’t be happening…how long are they going to keep her there…
Before the two men had dragged her to this room they had made her shower and demanded that she shave her pussy completely bare. They also watched her intently while she did so…but Ashlynn has learned by then not to resist.
Before long the door opened and another man in an expensive looking suit walked in. Ashlynn guessed he was probably 50 years old, she stared at him, her eyes starting to tear up. The man was carrying a leather case that resembled a tool box and he sat it on the ground and looked at her and smiled.
“Turn around for me, baby.” He said.
Ashlynn slowly started to turn around, wishing she was unconscious.
“Good. Now take down those panties, spread your legs and bend down and grab your ankles.” He casually demanded.
Ashlynn stalled and began to cry.
“You little bitch. Do as I say!” He reached into his case and pulled out a leather riding crop and quickly advanced to her.
She fearfully pulled her panties down and bent over as he asked. Her ass and pussy were now exposed to him and the cool air. Before she knew it he sharply brought down the riding crop on her ass. She yelped with pain.
“That’s for stalling, you whore.” He hit her ass ass several more times as she stood bent over and then began lightly slapping her pussy with it.
“Reach back her and spread those cute little pussy lips for me. I wanna see if you;re as tight as they said you were.”
Ashlynn awkwardly reached up and pulled apart her lips, the cool air on her exposed cunt sent a chill down her spine. She felt the man staring at her cunt intently and prodding her open hole with the riding crop.
“Alright, good. Take that nightie off and get on that table. Now.”
Ashlynn quickly did so, fearing the crop.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs.”
He opened his case again and was digging around, when he found what he wanted to came back to table and showed her a large toy dick. “Alright, slut, pretend it’s a popsicle and get it nice and wet with your mouth. Trust me, you’ll want it wet”
Ashlynn blushed intensely and reached out for dildo, she began licking it and sloppily sucking on it for a minute or two.
“Alright, now your gonna toy with your pussy…and don’t half ass it because you’re not stopping until I see that your cunt is sopping wet, got it?” He pulled the arm chair up the table right in front of her open pussy and sat down. “Go on.”
Ashlynn, never having used a toy before, timidly brought it to her pussy and began nudging her clit with it. She was ashamed to find that she was extremely responsive…being naked and spread open for a stranger had been slightly turning her on and she hated herself for it.
“Slap your clit with.”
Ashlynn obeyed just to hear him demand to do it again and again.”Come on, harder. Torture that sweet little pussy.” After awhile Ashlynn noticed she was getting moist, and then she felt warm liquid dripping out of her pussy hole and onto the table. The man laughed, “Now fuck yourself with it. Do it, cunt.”
She slowly pushed the dildo up her tight pussy and had to steadily hold it otherwise her pussy would push it out, not having been entered in a few months. After pushing it in and out for awhile, trying to suppress her pleasure, the man sat up and shoved it all the in to the base. He then grabbed a roll of duct tape and began taping it in place inside her hot pussy. Ashlynn moaned, half in pain half with pleasure.
“Ah, see? You are just a little cum slut…born to please me.” He then roughly grabbed her legs and turned her over and forced her up on all fours.
He grabbed some nipple clamps out of his case, with small weights chained to the end of them. He stuck these onto her nipples and she whimpered at the sharp sting. “Those little nipples are going to be so fucking hard and stiff when I take these offs.” He said to himself as he slapped her tits. Her nipples hurt so bad, and the weights were pulling them down mercilessly. The man walked around behind her and she felt something cold being smeared over her asshole.
“No! Please don’t!” Ashlynn cried out. The man answered by pinching her swollen clit. He then proceeded to rubbing her asshole with the lube, and soon she felt something being forced up her ass. She looked behind her to see a plastic tube being inserted into her ass. The tube was connected to a large bag of water. He kept pushing the tube farther and farther into her ass and Ashlynn could feel her insides cramping and convulsing, the skin at her asshole opening felt like it was about to tear. Finally he stopped pushing it into her and raised the bag up into air, she could feel the liquid begin to fill her ass.
“Oh, god…” Ashlynn moaned…this sensation felt so strange, not entirely painful but definitly, her nipples with turning numb but were dully throbbing, her pussy was spasming in an attempt to expell the dildo taped inside of her, and her knees were aching from supporting her.
When the bag was empty he demanded that she clench her asshole as tight as she could. “Anything that comes out, I’m making you lick up and even it’s it a drop I’m going to let everyone in this place your tight ass”
Believing his threat she clenched as tight as she could as he pulled the tube out, once it was out he pressed something like a plug into her asshole to keep it in. The plug was thicker than the tubing has been and it seemed she could feel it touching up against the dildo buried in her pussy. Her knees and palms were aching and having to remain on all fours.
“Alright, let’s see how your little dirty cunt is doing” He mercilessly ripped off the tape, she could feel it tear off of her tender pussy skin, and the dildo immediately shot out of her dripping pussy.
“So fucking wet.” He observed and he easily inserted a couple fingers into her cunt. After exploring for a bit, he pulled them out and Ashlynn noticed they were covered in white cream.
“Clean them off, you horny little bitch” He shoved his fingers into her mouth and Ashlynn tasted her own creamy saltiness.
“Alright, now get off the table and stand up. Be careful to not let the plug come out!”
Ashlynn slowly and awkwardly climbed off the table, clenching her ass so the plug wouldn’t pop out. Her stomach hurt and she saw that it was slightly rounder with all the water inside her. The small weights were swinging painfully due to her movements.
He sat back down in his chair, “Now come over here and give me a lap dance…you got to make me want to fuck that dirty little pussy of yours…you better make it seem like you want it bad or else. Rub that pussy into me and beg me to fuck you.”
Ashlynn was mortified…she stiffly walked over to the chair, it was hard with her ass filled up…and straddled his lap. She began grinding her hips into him and she felt his hard cock through his pants. “Please, fuck me.” She whined.
“Sir, call me sir.”
“Please fuck me, sir.” She grinded into his dick harder, it began to feel good and her body desperately wanted release no matter how it betrayed her mind.
“Shake those tits, slut”
Ashlynn painfully tried to shake her tits around, the weights and clamps more painful than ever. “Please,f uck me, Sir. PLEASE! Fuck me!”
“You’re just a filthy little slut…your pussy is so fucking sloppy from that huge dildo. WHy would I want you?” He laughed as he ripped one of the clamps off, then the other.
Ashlynn cried out in pain while she despreately tried to keep rubbing her cunt against his dick, she could feel her wetness being slathered all over his pants.
“Well, you’re desperate enough to ruin a perfectly good pair of pants… I guess I could fuck you since you want it do damn bad.” And with that he threw her off his lap and onto the floor.
“Just don’t fucking cum, and definitely don’t let that plug out.” He yelled as he slid his pants down and rammed his hard giant cock inside her. He began fucking her furiously…way harder and more brutal than she had ever been taken before. She felt like she was being split in two and was trying as hard as she could to clench her ass. He gan biting and sucking at her nipples, letting all his weight crush her onto the hard floor. She felt her hugely swollen clit throbbing against him and he thrust inside her one last time actually sliding her back along the floor. He groaned as his hot cum began filling her, something she had never experienced, and before she knew what was happening her pussy began spasming and convulsing to orgasm…unwillingly the anal plug shot out of her and the water was gushing to the floor. After a wave of delirious pleasure overtook her, she immediately felt afraid knowing she hadn’t followed orders.

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Unnamed – Act 1, Scene 1

This was actually the first story I wrote for “Zoe”; she wanted to know more exactly what I was into. I tried to brutal it up to her expectations. Sadly, large parts of this story are missing; I’ll try to fill them in from memory.

Diary of a Pain Slut – Week One of Five

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First Fantasy

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European Nightmare Part VII

Author’s Note: Finally the next instalment of this story has arrived! Thank you all for your patience in waiting for it and apologies for the delay! I hope you think the wait was worth it. As always if you have any feedback whatsoever I would be delighted to hear it, either comment below or message me. Enjoy!

First Night in Hell Part 3

Well it is no longer the first night in hell…but what the hell. I’ll stick with the Title if you all will humor me. Let me know what you think…where I should take this next. There is so much open…I could take this story to so many different levels I’d like some feed back on where you think this story should go…what direction? Should Mommy dearest and Sister come in to play with the boys? Should I have Jason sell Samantha and go in that direction? Or leave her here to continue the play between Jason, Mark and John? You tell me…
Chrissy stepped off the bus; finally she was home from that hell of a school and to top it off she wouldn’t have to go back there at all. She was done, graduated and everything. Finally. Shaking her head and taking her long black hair down out of the librarian like bun she had it she smiled as it fell down her back in one long straight shot. Chrissy didn’t even realize the men that ogled her, she was very na? for an 18 year old, having spent her whole childhood and what little of an adult life she had in the catholic school, and she wasn’t around many guys. She straightened her white button up shirt and smoothed the lines in her stripped uniform skirt. Chrissy was still wearing her uniform from the school, plaid skirt, button up white shirt, knee high socks and the black saddle shoes. She felt childish, but unbeknownst to her the men around her were positively drooling over her. Her breasts were well formed, pressing against the shirt, at least a ‘C’ cup, her stomach flat and hips nicely curved. Her thighs and calves were nicely toned, she was gorgeous and she didn’t even know it; innocence oozed from her. Chrissy had the same brilliant green eyes as her mother and older sister, Samantha.
Frowning she looked around, Samantha was supposed to be here to pick her up; but she didn’t see her. Shrugging, she just figured that Sam had gotten caught up with her newest boyfriend, like always. Chrissy didn’t quite understand that; never having a boyfriend herself but she hoped to change that. She wanted to understand, she wanted to experience it all. Picking up her single black suitcase she began the walk down the brick pathway towards the taxis.
“Hey baby. Want a ride?” One drunken man winked at her. Chrissy shied away shaking her head.
“No, no thank you sir.” She said blinking, backing away from him. She didn’t like the way he looked at her. As if she was placed on sale at a meat Market.
Refusing to let him ruin her otherwise good mood, she continued on her way. Stopping when she came to the long line of taxis. Glancing around she sighed, it appeared almost every one was taken by another passenger off her train. She shook her head and began walking down the walkway, determined to find an open taxi to get her home.
“Hey, miss! You lookin for a taxi?” A young man with sandy brown hair and friendly brown eyes called out. He grinned at her underneath a Cubs ball cap.
“Yes, I was. But it appears they are all taken.” Chrissy said dejectedly.
“Not all.” He winked at her, slyly. “I happen to be a driver of….wait for it…yes a taxi…and not just any taxi…an open taxi.”
“Are you now?” Chrissy smiled. She liked this guy. He looked to be in his early twenties or mid. He was friendly and she liked the way he looked. He was tall, had to be about 6’2 or taller, the man looked like he worked out.
“Yup, and I happen to be waiting on the first pretty girl I find to offer a ride to. And your it. So how about it? I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” He said offering her his arm. Chrissy laughed.
“Ok. How about home?”
“Hey that’s an easy one.” He winked again. “My name is Mark.”
“I’m Chrissy.” She smiled, thinking that she just may have to thank Samantha for not showing up.
“Pleasure to meet you. Here we go; this is my hack, climb in. You can sit in the front if you like. It isn’t often I get such pleasant company for a drive.” Mark opened the passenger door and waited for Chrissy to climb in, shutting it softly behind her. He quickly placed her suitcase in the trunk and then jumped into the driver’s seat. “So what music does the Lady listen to?”
“Well anything beside Catholic music, please.” She laughed the sound soft and musical in itself.
“How does Jimmy Buffet sound?”
“I never heard of him.” She shook her head. “But I’m willing to listen.”
“Great. I love ol’Jimmy; I’m a regular Parrot Head myself.” Mark confided in Chrissy. “My pa loved him and passed his love to me.”
Chrissy smiled and listened as a soft almost island sounding music weaved its story of a “Jolly Man”. “I like the music. Its soft, not invading like a lot of the music that is popular anymore.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Mark nodded. “So, where am I off to?”
“4568 E. Whitmore St.” Chrissy gave him her mothers address.
“That shouldn’t take too long. Too bad, here I was hoping you lived across town.” Mark sighed, disappointment rang in his voice.
“Why?”
“So I could spend more time with you.” He wolfishly grinned at her. Chrissy laughed.
“You’re too much.” Chrissy laughed, trying to flirt back with him.
Mark sighed. “Well I guess I can hope for at least for some bad traffic or something.”
~~~~~~~~~
Some distance away, in a secluded mansion Chrissy’s sister wasn’t having such a grand time. She was now laying flat on the bed, on her back. Samantha still had a large dildo up her ass and pussy both vibrating and rubbing her raw. She had been here for, who knows how long. She had lost track of the time some time ago. Samantha knew it had to be awhile though, her nipples and pussy had stopped hurting from the piercings and the burn they placed on her had healed up, without infection. Although she still clung to the hope of a savior. Sometimes in her dreams she would picture a knight coming to her rescue like in the fairy tales. A shinning white knight riding a grand white horse, declaring his love for her; a tear slid down her face, she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she couldn’t give up hope.
“How is my beautiful slave doing this day?” Jason entered the room. She had learned his name some time ago, and recognized his voice. Samantha shook her head, she refused to answer.
“What should we do today? I am in need of some entertainment. Perhaps bring in a special guest for you to play with? I’m thinking John, he is ever so eager to play with you.” Jason said in a toying voice, playing with several sex toys on another table. He laughed as he heard the girl suck in her breath. He knew the man scared her.
“N-no please.” She whispered, no longer having the gag on her.
“Then what shall we do? I need some form of entertainment; and you will provide it for me. Give me ideas.” Jason said leaning against the wall looking at his newest sex slave lying naked on the table spread eagle. It was a pleasing site.
“I-I don’t know…please not him.”
“Not good enough.”
“I-I will do anything you like…but please not him.” Samantha screamed as the man turned as if to leave the room. He paused, turning slightly.
“Anything?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“I will release you from your bonds. I will lie down on that bed; you will suck me, and fuck me, riding me. The whole time you will moan and enjoy the actions. You will bring me to climax and then swallow my seed and then thank me for the opportunity of such of an honor.” Jason said walking up to stand next to the woman, toying with her piercings. “Or I can call John in, he would love to fuck that nice of yours.”
“I-I…I’ll do it.” Samantha whimpered as the tears began to fall.
“Good girl.” Jason nodded with a smile. He quickly released her arms and her ankles. She sat up, not even bothering to cover self. He watched as she rubbed her wrists. “Come now. You will undress me, before we begin to play.”
Samantha looked up at him, taking a deep breath she stood, swaying slightly. Jason stood still watching her. The idea excited him, the woman fucking him and sucking him like she wanted to, even though every fiber of her being fighting against this. She reached up with shaking hands to unbutton his shirt. She did it slowly, which only excited him more, he knew she was trying to kill time before she had to fuck him. He was ok with that for now. Finally all of his buttons on his shirt was undone, she reached up and gripped the top of shirt, careful not to touch him, and slipped it off. It fell to the floor, pooling behind him. She gulped, her hands shaking even worse as she reached for his belt. Jason smirked; the girl was still refusing to meet his eyes. She finally got his belt unlatched and pulled it free, letting it fall to the ground. Taking a deep breath she braced herself and released her breath with a whimper. Her hands grazed his lower stomach and he sucked in a breath as she fought with the latch, when it was free she unzipped him and pushed his pant down. He stepped out of them, closer to her; she took a step back in reaction.
“The boxers too.” Jason stated firmly as she fought against the action. “Now.”
She reached forward and pushed them down, roughly. Jason lashed out and slapped her hard, sending her to the ground. “You will never try to hurt your master, every action will be delicate. Stand up; we are going to the bed. You will use that mouth of yours on me.”
Samantha watched as the man leaned back onto the bed, his eyes continued to watch her, he cocked his fingers at her and she kneeled on the bed beside him. Gulping she glanced at his man cock. It was still not fully hard, but long and getting thicker by the moment.
“Lick it.” He ordered, his voice growing more demanding. Samantha glanced at him and licked her lips. Bending she kissed the tip of the cock.
Resigning herself to the job, and trying to keep that other monster away from her she decided to try to at least please the man. Perhaps he would let her go if she pleased him, let her go home. She suckled him and bobbed her head on his dick. Using her hands on him she attempted to make him cum, before he wanted to fuck her. She moaned, as he wanted, as if she wanted this. Jason laced his fingers behind his head and watched the beauty sucking him; he could tell she was trying to make him cum. But that wouldn’t happen not yet. Her mouth felt like soft wet velvet, clinging to him, milking him. He released a deep moan of pleasure and arched his hips. Finally he had enough, sitting up he watched as she released his dick. It was finally hard and thick. She had prepared it nicely.
“Ride me.” Jason said half reclining on the bed. Samantha blinked at him. “Do it.”
Samantha cringed, and felt like crying but there were no tears left. The man was holding his dick with one of his hands. “I-I am not wet. It will hurt.”
“You should have been preparing yourself.” Jason stated, humor dancing his eyes. “If you ask nicely I will prepare you. Ask me to lick you, tell me you want it.”
Samantha shook her head, she couldn’t do that, and she wouldn’t.
“Then fuck me. Ride me. I don’t care if you are dry or wet. Your pussy will feel great either way.” Jason shrugged. “When you’re bleeding and ripped, I’ll send John into you.”
“No!”
“He is the one with the healing touch.” Jason laughed.
“P-please, I-I…I want…” Samantha stumbled over the words.
“You want what?”
“I want…I want you to…please…” Samantha shook her head. “Please I want you to lick me.”
“Where? Where should I lick you?” Jason asked with a raised eyebrow.
“My…pussy…”Samantha’s shoulders fell defeated.
“Lay down.” Jason said rolling onto his side still playing with his cock. He watched as she lay down on her back and spread her legs.
Jason crawled over her and covered her body. “Tell me what I should do to you. Tell me what you want and I will do it.”
Samantha was tempted to ask for her release, but knew that would only serve to piss him off. She nibbled on her lower lip.
“You don’t want anything? Should I just push my cock into you and fuck you?”
“No, please kiss me.” She closed her eyes against this. Samantha felt his breath on her lips before she felt his mouth. He was gentle at first, licking her lips and softly kissing her as a boyfriend would the first time. He nibbled on her lower lip, pulling softly. She opened her mouth to his awaiting tongue, and felt him invade. Licking and exploring her open mouth. Licking her teeth, her tongue and mouth, finally he moved back and waiting for her next request.
“Well?” He asked, enjoying this mind game.
“Touch me.”
“Where?”
“My…breast…ribs…stomach…” Samantha shuddered.
“Just touch?” Jason asked reaching up and toying with one of her boobs.
“And…”
“And?”
“Use your mouth.”
Jason laughed, knowing that she was broken at least mentally now. She was not even crying. He leaned in and kissed her neck, nibbling down her shoulders, all while gently rolling her piercing between his thumb and fore finger.
~*~*~*~*
Chrissy laughed at what Mark had said. She was enjoying this ride. He was funny, charming and witty. Not to mention good looking. She scowled as he turned down the street her mom lived on.
“Almost there.” Mark stated glancing at her.
“I know.” She sighed.
“Well I have an idea. Why don’t we drop off your suit case and go get some coffee or something?” Mark asked as he pulled into the drive way.
“Well…” Chrissy chewed her bottom lip. Finally throwing all caution to the wind she turned and smiled at him. “Ok but on one condition.”
“What’s that?” Mark said tipping his head to the left.
“I want you to kiss me.” Chrissy said her face turning a light pink.
Mark laughed and reached over cupping her cheek. He leaned over, Chrissy’s eyes widened and she slowly closed them as he got closer. Finally their mouths touched. Her virgin lips confused and unknowing. His pressed gently against hers, he suckled her lower lip nipping softly at its soft tissues. Mark ran his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer. He felt her hands come up slowly working their way up his arms to his shoulders. She moaned softly into his mouth and parted her lips, for him. He licked her lips and darted his tongue into her mouth. Her soft intake of breath was pronounced and he felt her shudder and lean into him further. Mark smiled and pulled back.
~*~*~*~Authors Note: This is a quick add, since I have been busy and unable to add to the story. So please tell me what you think, what direction should I take this. Any idea’s would be welcome. Thank you for reading and commenting. Assuming you will anyway.
“I was not expecting that request.” Mark said softly looking at her wet lips.
“I have never kissed a boy or man before.” Chrissy admitted.
“Never?” Mark asked as if he didn’t know. She shook her head. “Wow, I’m honored. This poor taxi guy has never had such a good tip.”
Chrissy smiled. “I’ll go throw my suitcase inside and come right back out for that coffee if you still want to go that is.”
“Hell yeah I do. Hurry.” Mark grinned. Chrissy nodded and jumped out of the car.
Mark watched as she carried her bag into the house disappeared inside. Quickly he picked up his phone and sent off a text message to Jason. ‘All going to plan. Got sister, let me know if I should bring her.’

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Punishing Rachel, Part Two

Thanks so much for all your encouragement, feedback, and ratings on part one! Hope you like this one too. I write them as fast as I can but my private time is scarce so bear with me.

The Making of a Sissy Boy Slut Part 4

The degradation and training of Michael, a naive sissy boy, continues. The strange man from the previous episode surprises Michael at home and introduces him to the delights of man pleasuring.