The Seducer’s Diary: A Taste of Sin
A slutty daugher seduces her mother
Water Sports/Pissing
Alice Chapter Three
AliceChapter ThreeMorning In The Woods
The morning sun filtered through the pine trees, and crept along needles, passing over Alice, slowly moving from her toes up over her body. As it caressed her face, her eyes opened. She realized that Felix was no longer behind her, and looked around, not sure what she’d do if he’d abandoned her here. She heard a rustle off in the trees, and stood. She picked her way past the smouldering embers of the fire and round a couple of trees, and saw him there. He was squatting on his haunches, legs apart. As he saw her he grinned and turned a little to face her, with his cock exposed. Before she said anything he started to piss, a golden torrent that described a golden arch between his legs, splashing onto the dusty ground. Alice was enthralled, she’d never seen a man peeing, and although this was a cat man, it was still entrancing, she found herself moving closer.
She stepped close enough that her toes were on the edge of the dark, sodden earth, and knelt.
“Just marking my territory, babes,” he said, nonchalantly, “it’s a cat thing…” with that he flexed his hips and lifted the stream so a small splash hit her stockinged knees.
“Sorry about that,” he said with a sly wink. Alice looked down, shocked but surprisingly calm, as the white silk absorbed the urine.
“I guess that’s OK,” she murmured. Her eyes came up from her knees, over the puddle of piss to Felix’s groin. His cock was growing, with drops of pee still trickling down its flanks. She glanced up at him, and Felix, still wearing his perpetual smile, raised an eyebrow. Alice felt compelled, and came up on her knees, planting a hand on either side of the soaking patch, and dipped her head.
The cat gasped as her lips wrapped round his shaft, cool in the morning but warming quickly. Alice could taste his powerful scent as she guided him to the back of her mouth. He looked down at her mane of white blonde hair bobbing between his thighs and leant back, his hands on the ground. Alice lifted her head.
“Am I doing it OK?” she asked timidly as his dick floated by her pink lips.
“That was good, very good, babes, but lemme just try something,” he purred as he brought his hands up to cup her head, “Stay still…” He shifted his hips and brought his conical tip to her lips, and slid inside, feeling her tongue immediately rise to press against his taut flesh. He came down on his knees as he pushed his dick all the way into her. Alice’s eyes went wide as he began to hump slowly. Felix’s grin twisted into a snarl as he began to get faster, his black cock flesh slick from her saliva as he set into to fucking her face. Alice breathed through her nose as she felt his bumped head reaching the back of her mouth. She felt nervous, the prick in her mouth threatening to suffocate her as Felix settled into a comfortable rocking motion, driving between her lips forcefully. Alice had read about this in her stolen dirty magazines, deep throating, face-fucking. She’d never thought it sounded pleasant, but there was something pleasing about letting the big cat use her. Her body was giving him so much pleasure, she felt energized. She didn’t know what would happen if he fucked further into her face, she was afraid she’d throw up, but he always stopped short of her gag reflex. His hands gripped her head tightly, fingers intertwining in her hair as he grunted with each stroke.
“Are you OK?” he asked, looking down at her, “Blink if you are…” Alice blinked as she looked up into his cat’s eyes. He was starting to breathe like he had the previous evening, just before he’d ejaculated in her pussy. She could feel her spit drooling round him as he shoved into her. What would she do if he came down her throat? Could she swallow with his swollen prick between her lips? Thankfully he withdrew, pulling fully out of her his hands flew from her hair to his dick, holding it just in front of her.
“What should I do now?” she asked, just as he came, his ebony shaft exploding with thick jets of spunk. It splashed into her eyes and hair, and dripped down her lips and chin, hot and sticky. She sat back surprised, and looked at him recovering, her fingertips coming up to her face, feeling the thick strands of semen dribbling down.
“You look beautiful, babes,” Felix grinned as he sat back, admiring his abstract creation, “a work of fucking art.” Alice sat back on her heels, a smile crept onto her lips.
“Thank you, and thank you for this,” she grinned, as she started to wipe the cum from her cheeks.
“Maybe we ought to head down to the river so we can wash you up…” Felix murmured. Alice nodded as she looked around.
“I think I need to, ah, take my morning, um, time?” She whispered, starting to blush. Felix raised a curious eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“You know,” she gestured at the dark patch between his legs, “that sort of thing…”
“Oh,” he replied, comprehension dawning on his furry face, “it’s just we’re in the woods, so, normally folks just go.”
“Just anywhere?”
“Well, yes, anywhere, why not? It’s good for the trees.” Alice nodded, unsure of what she’d do.
“But I think you ought to do it right here,” Felix grinned, spreading his hands in front of him, “after all, you watched me, it seems only fair…”
“I couldn’t do that, that’s,” she struggled for the right word, “impolite!”
“Well I don’t mind.”
“I’ve never done it in front of anyone before!”
“I’ll bet you’ve never been fucked in the face before either, but you’ve done that already.” Alice stared at his, open mouthed.
“You’d like it?”
“I’m a cat, babes, piss is like a symphony for me, music for the nose!” She found herself lifting onto her feet, and sliding them apart as Felix’s eyes roamed down her teenage body, to her blonde crowned center. The cat watched intently and Alice felt herself starting to pee. It was difficult at first, her body didn’t want to, but soon there was a stream of golden urine splashing into the dark patch between them. Felix’s tongue emerged as he licked his lips, breathing in the scent.
Alice relaxed as she realized the cat wasn’t going to try anything too weird, and soon she felt empty, the trickle tapering off.
“Marvelous!” Felix crowed. He leaned forwards and ushered the odour into his nose with his hands. “You’re quite intoxicating!”
“That felt really very naughty!” Alice said as she stood.
“Oh, but very liberating,” Felix grinned, “I don’t mind if you need to drop some scat, too…” Alice looked at him quizzically. She’d read the word before, but never really understood what it meant. The cat’s eyebrows waggled as his grin spread widely, and suddenly she recognized what he was thinking.
“No, no no no!” she stammered in shock, “no, never!”
“Hey, hey, it’s OK, don’t have a fit, babes, you go take care of that in private, if you wish!” Alice flashed him a haughty expression as she turned to walk into the trees, which turned to a sly grin as she was looking away.
It took a few minutes to complete her morning chores, and by the time she’d got back to the little camp, Felix had kicked out the fire, and was holding her cape. Alice took it gratefully, and wrapped herself up in it.
“The river’s down this way,” Felix motioned with a hand, “about a half hour away.” Alice smiled and reached out her hand for his as they began to walk between the trees.The River
It actually took about twenty minutes to reach the river bank. The waters were much wider here than by the cottage, and the far bank was at least a hundred feet away. As they stood hand in hand, surrounded by bullrushes, Felix took her cape, and folded it over his arm.
“You want to wash?” he asked. Alice nodded, unbuckled her shoes and stepped into the water. It was taking its time to warm up, she noticed, as she stepped carefully through the rushes, and out onto the sandy middle.
“Didn’t you want to take those stockings off, babes?”
“There’s no need, they’ll get just as wet in the river as if I wash them on the banks.”
“There is that, I suppose.” The cat sprang up, and scampered out onto a low hanging branch of a beech, snaking along it out over the water, where he wrapped his sinewy body and watched.
“Oh, of course, cats don’t like water.”
“Cats don’t like water? Where did you hear a silly thing like that?”
“I thought everyone knew.”
“Well, I am a cat, and I tell you it is a silly thing to say.”
“I’m sorry, I meant no offence.” Felix shrugged.
“It’s also true, which is the sad thing. Just think of all the fish I miss out on for fear of the water.” Alice laughed, and dove backwards into the water with a mighty splash. The cat smiled as he watched her lithe body start to swim, the occasional splash of feet breaking the surface as the girl frolicked.
She dove down, now out of her depth, and ran her hands down her face, making sure the cold waters washed away Felix’s dried cum. Alice spotted a flash of colour and swam down six feet or so. A single brilliant green fish swam lazily past, followed by several blue ones. They were in a line, nose to tail as they circled a large rock, and then disappeared into the distance.
Felix lifted his chin in one hand. She’d been down a little while, he pondered, but not to worry just yet. It was at that point he heard the gentle putt-putt-putt sound from further upstream. He was suddenly worried, there were very few things that putted, and all of them were bad news. He called for Alice, but there was nothing. Around a bend in the river came a boat. It was sixty feet or thereabouts, black painted steel plates slipping through the waves, with a pair of paddle wheels in rudimentary housings. There was a single gun turret on the front, with a wheel house behind it and it flew a flag from the stern.
The cat inhaled sharply, this was definitely not good, for the flag that was flown was the flag of the King of Clubs, and that meant this was an enemy gunboat in this land of the Queen of Hearts. He yelled again for Alice at the top of his voice, and then suddenly spotted her. Could she even hear him? She wasn’t coming in, so, not, he assumed.
Alice heard the boat when she came back to the surface, but it was nearly upon her. She yelped in alarm, though it seemed to be slowing. On the prow of the ship stood a fat man, dressed in what looked like rags, with a huge black hat on his head. His face was framed by swarthy black hair, and his jowls were thick with stubble, days of it by the looks.
“What have we here?” he shouted down. Alice treaded water nervously.
“Have you capsized? Do you require some assistance?”
“Yes, sir, I need to go to the city!” Alice called, and started to swim towards the boat, which had come to a stop a few yards away.
“The city, eh? Well, it’s just your luck, my dear, that’s where we are going!”
“I wonder, then, if perhaps you would be so god as to give me a ride?”
“I should think so, why don’t you come aboard?” The fat man waved back at some unseen crewperson, and as he did so a hatch cranked open, forming a platform a foot or so above the water level. Alice reached it after a few solid strokes. A pair of men had stepped onto the platform, and Alice took them in. They were completely black. Not just dark skinned, but completely black, more so even than Felix. Which reminded her…
“I have a cat, he’s on the bank, he’ll have to come too, I do hope that’s acceptable?” The fat man appeared at the hatch.
“Of course, we’ll go pick him up, then, shall we?” Alice smiled, and looked again at the strange black men. They seemed more like statues than men, up close. They had no hair, no nipples, no subtleties of skin colour. They each had three raised circles on their chests. The skin itself was more like plastic, it was glossy and tight, but the weirdest thing was their faces. They looked like mannequins, there were recognizable features, but they were smooth, like they were carved. Alice began to feel a little afraid, up close they looked menacing.
“I’ve just remembered, I have left my cloak on the shore, and I’m afraid it wouldn’t be proper to board dressed as I am…” The fat man laughed.
“Oh ho! I see! Well, you needn’t worry about the pawns, they’re blind, after a fashion anyway. And I shall retire to the bridge until they have found something suitable for you, how would that be?”
“I suppose, if they’re blind, then it wouldn’t matter, would it?” The fat man grinned and ducked back into the boat. Alice looked up at the two black pawns, and mentally shrugged. She grabbed hold of the hatch and pulled herself up, sitting on the edge briefly before standing, suddenly shivering in the cold, as the two pawns guided her inside.KCS Resolute
The hatch started to clank shut even before she had stepped off it, and Alice was almost thrown into the dark interior. Just inside stood the fat man, leering at her, his eyes drinking in her naked body. Her jaw dropped in shock at his rudeness, and her hands flew to her breasts and mound.
“Oh, I don’t think so missy,” he sneered, “secure her!” The pawns grabbed her arms firmly, and pulled them away from her.
“Maybe I ought to introduce myself, ducky,” he said as he licked his lips, “my name is Grout. Captain Grout, of the Resolute, which is this ship you’re in.”
“I don’t care! Unhand me, and let me off this rust-bucket at once!”
“Well, now, we can’t be having little bits of strumpet back-chatting me on my own boat, now can we?” The Captain stepped in closer, his foul breath invading her nostrils as she struggled against the tight grip of the pawns. His hand reached down, and forced itself between her thighs. Alice’s eyes popped in horror as his thumb pushed up into her pussy.
“Especially when,” his eyes narrowed as he jerked the thumb further up, “you’re not just a strumpet, but a horny little strumpet.” He jerked his thumb back out, and ostentatiously sucked it before turning and strutting back up the corridor. He turned by an open door and paused.
“Take her below, warm her up!” he ordered with a smirk. Alice was speechless as the two pawns dragged her the other way down the corridor, then a flight of steep narrow stairs. As they moved back through the boat she saw other pawns, some tending to work of various kinds, some just standing. Each seemed to watch as she was dragged past. They moved into a room with a huge open furnace. Six pawns were here, chained down, shoveling something into the furnace, but these pawns were a brilliant scarlet in colour. At the back of this room the pawns opened a door and threw Alice through. She landed in the corner, and didn’t quite have time to get back to the door before it slammed shut, and she heard the sound of a heavy bar being drawn across it.
The sound of the paddle wheels started up again, slowly, but getting faster. Alice looked round this room, it was, like everything she’d seen so far, bare metal, riveted along every seam. It reeked of rust, piss, decay and rot. In one corner there was a bucket, and that was it. Some light came in through the ceiling, which was a metal grill. Without anything else obvious to do, Alice investigated the bucket. It sloshed as she picked it up, and in the dim light she saw something inside move. Was this meant to be food? She’d read about bread and water being given to prisoners. She reached in, and realized what the bucket was at the same time she noticed the stink was much stronger with the bucket under her nose. Her fingers broke through something softy and squishing even as she was recoiling, flicking her hand towards one corner of the cell whilst she backed up into the other, and slid down against the cold metal, her eyes welling with tears.
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A Mans World
What happens when men rule the world…
Forced to be a Fuck Doll IV
The men who came and retrieved Ashlynn from the penthouse after the party laughed at the plug in her pussy that was keep in all of the men’s cum that was funneled into her. They demanded that she leave it in until her bath time the next morning. After she was bathed she was taken to a place where her legs and pussy were waxed thoroughly then she was put in something not unlike a hospital gown and made to wait in a room. Ashlynn was beyond the point of crying and she was just hoping that things didn’t get any worse.
Finally one of the attendant men came in and said “Get up, let’s go…I’ve got to deliver you out to the country.”
Once inside the van Ashlynn dared to ask the driver where she was being taken.
The man laughed and said, “Some rich dude is in town for a couple weeks and wants a slave.”
Amazingly Ashlynn was glad to hear that it was only one man…but and then grew worried about the length of time and all that could happen in two weeks.
“Oh, yeah, we chose you because he requested one of the fresher sluts and one with a virgin ass. Haha…so, I’m guessing it won’t be unused for long.” The man taunted her.
Ashlynn hoped to herself that it wasn’t true and that the attendant was just being cruel as usual.
After about 45 minutes the van stopped and Ashlynn was led out and unblindfolded. She saw a beautiful country house with a large landscaped yard. She was led inside the house and into a a hunter’s lodge like decorated livingroom. There was a huge fireplace and large bear skin rug in front of it. The attendant told her to get on her knees and he sat on a couch to wait.
After a minute or two a man entered the room and greeted the worker. He looked to be about 40 and had dark brown hair with some slight grey peppered here and there. Ashlynn had to admit that he was quite handsome.
“So, here’s my slave…Stand her up and let’s have a look” The man nonchalantly ordered.
The worker jumped up off the couch and roughly pulled Ashlynn off the floor before she could do so by herself. He quickly ripped off her hospital gown leaving her completely naked and exposed…by default she tried to cover her tits and and pussy with her hands. The older man strode over and slapped her hands down.
“You have a lot to learn, slave, but I love breaking them in. You will only speak when spoken to and you will always address me as ‘Master’. You will only refer to yourself in third person as the ‘the slut’ or whatever…feel free to get creative!” The man said to her with a huge smile on his face. His eyes were scanning her entire body and his hands grazing her tits, pinching at her nipples, and prodding at various parts of her.
“Alright, slut, turn around…let’s look at that ass.”
She began to turn around and was was immediately backhanded in the face by the man,
“I gave you an order and you didn’t respond! you’re already breaking the rules, stupid.”
After the shock of the blow wore off she manged to whisper “Yes, master.” and then turned around.
The man who will now be referred to as Master began slapping her ass a couple times and then turned back to the attendant.
“Alright, she’ll do. You can leave now.”
“Well, first things first…on your knees, cunt. You’re my fucking pet while I’m visiting and you’ll be crawling the whole time.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said as she quickly dropped her knees, not wanting to be hit again.
“Good, slut…Now here’s a reward.” He picked up a case from a nearby coffee table and pulled out what seemed to be a black dog collar. He placed it around her neck. “Now you’re a proper pet. And you’re in luck because I’m done with work for the day and can give your training my full attention.” He pick up a small cat o’nine tails whip and lashed her ass with it making her whimper.
“Let’s go downstairs.” He led her down some stairs, kind of difficult to do while crawling, and once she was down she saw kind of a makeshift dungeon set up. The floors were cement, there was a large cage in the corner, a wooden table, various ropes, toys, and devices hanging on the walls. Ashlynn immediately began to grow more fearful.
“Now, let’s have a more detailed inspection.” He grapped a length of rope that fell down from the ceiling across a rafter and tied both her wrists with it. He then began pulling on the other end which hoisted her up to her feet. Much to Ashlynn’s dismay he kept pulling until only a few of her toes could touch the ground, causing her extreme discomfort.
“Spread those legs, you cow.” Master yelled and he hit her inner thighs with the whip. She immediately spread them. He began pressing her exposed cunt with the whip, almost shoving it up inside her. “Alright, it seems like a decent cunt…but I’ll have to spread it out to get a better look.”
He walked over to one of the racks on the wall and began sorting through some things, and then brought back a box. He pulled out 2 metal clamps that were kinda similar to jumper cables…each had a couple inches of chain with two clamps on each end.
He pinched one clamp onto one of her pussy lips and Ashlynn let out a squeak as the dull metal teeth of the clamp bit into her tender pussy lip. He then pulled on it and clamped the other end to some soft inner thigh skin pulling the chain taut and opening her pussy up. He then repeated this with the other pussy lip and Ashlynn was starting to tear up. Her feet were in pain at the awkward stance and her pussy lips and inner thighs were throbbing and stinging at the pressure of the clamps. Strangely though, the cool air on her spread pussy felt good to Ashlynn.
Master examined her open cunt more thoroughly and nodded his approval. He began lightly whipping it at with his whip, and then slowly increased the harshness. She winced as she felt the leather straps lashing at her clit and inner pussy. He was also lashing at her inner thighs and Ashlynn could see that her pussy and thighs were quickly turning red.
“Okay, good. Now I’m going to start training you to love pain…then you’ll be begging me to torture your dirty little cunt.” He reached in the box and pulled out a small vibrator bud that was attached to a cord and could be controlled by him. “Now listen, I’m going to shove this up your little pussy and I’m going to keep whipping you…it’s your choice if you want to hold your pussy tight to keep it…but I’ll whip you regardless.”
He shoved the vibrator inside easily and immediately turned it on, the sensation was a pleasurable change from all the pain and Ashlynn found herself immediately tightening to keep it inside. He began using the ship on her spread cunt again, the lashes going up her ass crack as well as almost inside her pussy hole. The vibrator was making her wet and she soon began to notice she was dripping on the floor…but it wasn’t enough to put her over the edge. However, each time she felt one of the lashes, especially on her clit, she was brought a littler nearer to climax. She blocked out the pain and only focused on the pressure building inside her pussy…she desperately wanted to explode. She was awakened from her pleasure trance by a slap in the face.
“Hey, cunt, you will not cum without permission.”
“Yes, Master.”
He began using the whip on her tits and her nipples grew hard and eventually raw. She looked down to see them red and striped with marks. She began smacking her open pussy with the palm of hand…spanking her clit. The pain was so intense that she was actually unsure whether it was pain or actually pleasure she began gyrating her hips, awkwardly in her stance, and was trying to hold back on climaxing. Finally he said,
“Alright, you may cum, slave.” And then began whipping her its even faster and harder while still furiously spanking her drenched slit. That put her over the edge and she immediately orgasmd, the vibrator slid out the floor with a slurping noise, and her whole body shuddered and she moaned with pain and delight. In that moment of bliss, Ashlynn did feel like a pet for a second…just an animal to be used. However, that was quickly over he slapped one of her tits with an extremely forceful blow…she lost her balance for a moment and the rope dug painfully into her wrists before she regained balance.
“You’re supposed to thank me right away you ungrateful little slut.” He spit on her face.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for making me cum.” She could feel the glob of his saliva run down her cheek and she was instantly embarrassed at having orgasmed. How I could I actually like this? She let her head hang down.
“Well, that’s better…still though, I don’t think I’ll let you cum for the rest of the day. I don’t put up with spoiled little fuck pets.” Instead of letting her down as Ashlynn has hoped he began rummaging through the box again, and brought out another two little clamps but this time with little weights on the end of them connected with chain. He attached them to her nipples which were already swollen and raw from the whip. The pain made Ashlynn bite down on her lip.
“I think we’ll leave on the clamps on your cunt…let you dry out. Tell me how fucking wet and dirty you are, slut. Tell me how much you loved to be whipped.”
“The slut loves to be whipped, Master…her dirty cunt is dripping from being tortured. The little fuck pet can’t get enough.” Ashlynn whimpered with her eyes closed…it was so hard to say aloud, but she didn’t want to be hit again. Her sore nipples were pulled down by the weights and Ashlynn couldn’t help but think about how ridiculous she looked. Her sloppy pussy spread wide, her thighs red and covered with welts, her breasts red and striped with marks as well, her nipples being pulled down, and dried spit on her face. She didn’t know how she could handle two weeks of this.
“Well, slimy, I’m hungry and going upstairs to eat so you won’t ruin my appetite. Just have fun hanging out here.” As soon as he said it he began to laugh, “hahahaha, ‘hanging’! Get it?” Ashlynn didn’t say anything.
“Ah, it’s probably way over your head, you dumb piece of fuck meat.”
He then turned his back to her and walked upstairs leaving Ashlynn in tears.
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After what seemed like at least and hour Ashlynn heard the door open and was actually happy for it, she was in immense pain and had been praying for unconsciousness. Once he was down the stairs he gave her a big smile. “Alright, kitty, it’s time for you to come down.” He untied her wrists and unable to keep her balance on her cramped toes she feel flat on her face. He laughed at her a tossed a doggy bowl on to the floor filled with scraps of pizza. “Hurry up and eat so we can get back to training, slut.”
By default Ashlynn reached out to grab a crust with her hand and he immediately kicked her in the ribs.
“No! What part of being a fuck pet don’t you understand? No hands, stupid.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said and lowered her head to the bowl and began eating. It wasn’t much food so it didn’t take long. He then directed her to get up on the wooden table and lay on her back.
“Alright, we’ll take these off now” He said gesturing to the clamps on her pussy and nipples. Surprisingly, taking them off was extremely painful and and Ashlynn saw the indentations left on her pussy lips which were still kind of hanging agape, and that her nipples were completely red, swollen, and hard.
“Turn over on your stomach…it’s time to inspect that virgin ass.”
Ashlynn turned over on her stomach, just relieved to be able to lie down after so long.
“Hey, stupid, reach your hands back her and spread these ass cheeks…you’re the fucking slave here.” He ordered.
She reached back and spread her ass for him. She was so humiliated.
“Oh yeah, nice. It’s closed up tight. Now, we have to get it ready…if I’m going to do you the favor of fucking your ass, it’s definitely not going to be a dirty one.” He said. Ashlynn wanted to protest and beg him to not violate her there…but she knew it was futile.
He brought around a metal stand with a IV bag attached to it, just like at hospitals, and filled with a what seemed to be a couple gallons of water. He began messing around with some tubes from what she could tell, it was hard to see her laying on her stomach and trying to keep her ass cheeks held open.
“Alright, here we go.” He said cheerfully and harshly pushed in a nozzle into her asshole. Her ass immediately tightenend and she felt extreme discomfort. She had had an enema earlier in the week…but it wasn’t with as near as much water as it seemed Master wanted to use.
She began whimpering as she could feel her insides cramping and her belly swell.
“Raise up on your knees so your ass is pointing up in the air.” He said as he slapped her ass. Ashlynn obeyed and the pressure of the hard table was relieved but as more water filled her she saw her stomach expand even more. The sensation was so strange and she began to cry and just when she felt like her insides her going to explode he stopped and Ashlynn saw that the IV bag was empty. She let out a tearful sigh of relief. He ordered her to tighten her ass and switched the tub with a plug and yelled at her to get off the table.
“Careful, don’t let the plug pop out and get the nasty shit water all over my floor. If you do then you can guarantee that you’ll be sleeping in it tonight. Now, walk around…we want it to get you all cleaned out.”
Ashlynn began awkwardly walking around, the pressure on her stomach and asshole were unbearable and made it difficult to move. Master just laughed, “Come on, slut, give me a little dance!”
Ashlynn hung her head down with shame and began dancing around…hardly dancing…just kind of moving her hips around. “Come on! Shake those tits and ass!”
Ashlynn was shaking her tits and wiggling her ass with tears streaming down her face. She almost looked like she was pregnant…a collared and swollen red fuck pet stupidly dancing around with a plug shoved up her ass.
“Alright, knock it off…now come over here.” He led her over to the other side of the basement where there was a large metal trough and ordered her to get in and get on her hands and knees. He walked back to the other side, opened up a closet, and brought out a video camera already on a tripod. He was smiling as he brought it over to her and positioned it behind her facing her ass.
“Alright, you dirty cunt, I want you to try as hard as you can to blow that plug out and spray the enema out. Do it!”
Not really needing any encouragement, despite the video camera, she was just so uncomfortable she squeezed and tightened her ass passage in an attempt to shoot the plug out. Surprisingly it didn’t pop out right away and she tried harder, making little grunting noises for her efforts.
“Come on, try harder, little piggy.” He taunted, imitating her grunts.
Finally with one final and hard push, the plug popped out of her and she felt a stream of water begin to gush and spray out of her. It was such relief but the stream seemed endless and she imagined how gross she looked, on her hands and knees with enema water wildly spraying out of her ass. Finally it all trickled out and Master walked over to shut off the camera.
“Not bad, pig slut, I guess you were pretty clean too.” He grabs a hose and sprays her ass off, and then decides to just spray her all down…focusing mainly on pussy and face with ice cold and extremely pressurized water.
“Alright…now time to dirty it up again!” He yelled and dragged her out of the trough. Ashylnn could sense all this activity since she arrived had been exciting him and he was ready to release all those pent up urges. He viciously dragged her to the table, threw her upper body onto it so she was bent over it, spread her legs and pulled his hard dick out his pants. It was about 7 inches long with pretty girthy and when Ashlynn saw it out of the corner of her eye she began to panic. She immediately started to resist and was trying to claw her way out his grasp…the first time she had to tried to physically fight since her capture. He wasn’t having any of it and grabbed her hair on the back of her head and slammed her face down onto the table.
“You’ll pay for this disobedience, cunt!” He growled as he shoved her hard cock inside her pussy, he thrust it in a couple times just to get it wet and then rammed in right into her asshole. Ashlynn screamed bloddy murder as the pain shot through her. She was sure that she was being torn in half and she feel her ass contracting uncomfortably.
“You are my fucking property, cow. A pet…literally just like a fucking up blow up fuck doll…your ass is mine.” He snarled into her ear as he rammed his dick inside her over and over again, shoving her hips into the table…she could feel them bruise. Ashlynn was still screaming over an dover again but was so delirious with pain that she didn’t even realize it. Finally she felt a hot burst as he came and her ass filled up with his semen. He screams trailed off and she was just moaning and whimpering incoherently, she expected him to pull out but he didnt.
” Just so you get the point, I’ll also be using you as a toilet for awhile, piggy.” Before she could even understand what he meant she felt another hot stream in her asshole, but more powerful and wet. She realized he was pissing inside her ass.
“Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hold that ass tight and keep that piss inside you.” He demanded. She was way beyond the point of disobeying and just did as he asked. He pulled out and there a little popping noise from the vaccuum of her ass when he pulled out. He reached for another anal plug was pushed it inside her.
“There…you dirty little slut, you can just be a fucking piss bucket for tonight. You love it! Don’t you?” He asked.
Still bent over the table, with her cheek up against the wood, completely defeated she whimpered, ” I love it, Master. I love being your little fuck pet and piss holder.”
He laughed, “I knew it! You’re so dirty…you love being a fuck slave…you’re useless for anything else and you know it.” He grabbed her off the table by pulling on her hair and led her to the large cage in the corner. He cuffed her ankles and hands together and set her on top of a thin blanket in the cage.
“Alright, piglet, goodnight. Hopefully, tomorrow you’ll behave better and I won’t have to punish you so harshly.” He pat her on the head, locked up the cage, and started to walk up the stairs. Not even caring that piss was plugged up her ass, Ashlynn closed her eyes and welcomed sleep.
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The Champion’s Companion 24
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A Life of Service chapter 2
Hey hope u enjoyed the first chapter. In this chapter we see more of Sandra’s service to her new master. the story skips ahead a few months. basically skipping her whole training but it will be covered in later chapters. Keep the comments coming….enjoy.
He awoke with Sandra’s head on his chest, her arm around his torso. Usually she slept at the foot of the bed, but she had come so far in the last month. She had accepted her fate, even grown to love her master. He had trained her well. She obeyed without hesitation. In public she stayed by his side and acted in an obedient fashion. He had even let her out in public alone. He knew she was dedicated to his cause. He had even watched her masturbate to the video of that first night.
He drifted back to sleep….
Sandra loved to wear the gimp suit. She loved how the latex sealed to her body, made her curves shine. She loved the stretch of the latex between her healthy breasts. She knew master loved it too. She loved the big zipper between her legs and over her mouth. She often wore it when master was out or when he was sleeping. She would play with herself in front of a mirror. Sandra was beginning to feel wet, she began to rub herself. Servant needed master’s touch, but she would not wake him. She went to the room were he kept his tools
She entered slowly, her hands sliding down the door frame. Laid out before her in the dark and spacious room, was a wide collection of items made for her pleasure. In the middle of the room was a chair the master had made for her. She climbed into it. It kept her legs wide and her body tilted back. It had buckles and clamps to tie her in. The chair could pivot on all axis, he could lean it back till she was up side down. Master had used this chair many times with her. She rubbed her snatch at the thought of how master had tied her in and had put his tools to work on her body. How the anal beads had made her cum over and over. How he would flip the chair back so he could fuck her mouth. How many times had he sprayed his cum on her face or in her throat on this chair? She wanted master’s cock right now.
Sandra hopped out of the chair and walked over to the table where master kept his collection of tools. She needed to be stuffed. She grabbed her favorite dildo that master had used on her. It was large and long. He had forced it into all her holes. It was the dildo he had trained her with. She dropped down to her knees and opened the zipper to her mouth. She began to suck it. She licked the length of the shaft. She began to slide it into her throat; she gagged but did not stop. She could feel the bile rise from her stomach but she did not stop till the toy was all the way in. Her eyes began to water. As she knelt there in the room in her gimp suit, her head tilted back all the way with the master’s dildo in her throat, she began to play with herself. She reached back and pulled down the zipper that kept her bottom closed. She pulled the dildo from her throat, it was dripping wet with her spit. She grabbed it firmly by the base and without any hesitation she slammed it roughly into her ass. She flinched and whimpered, her ass had never fully healed from her first encounter with master. She needed the pain, wanted it. The pleasure washed over her as she began to work herself with the toy.
She knew master was watching her from outside the room. She could feel his gaze on her body. Like a good servant Sandra lean forward till her face was on the ground, her ass stuck out in the air like a cat in heat waiting to be fucked. She reached back and pulled the dildo out of her ass and slid it into her dripping snatch. She placed it all the way in. Then with both hands reached back and grabbed her asshole and began to spread it as wide as she could.
“Please master……” was all she needed to say
He walked into the room and knelt behind her. He could see into her anal cavity. In one motion he was fully inside her all the way to the base. She whimpered and he smiled with pleasure. He placed his hands on her hips and began to thrust inside of her.
“I can feel your cock moving my guts around Master” Sandra panted.
She loved being his animal. She began to breathe hard as he stabbed her with his cock. Her mouth open, she drooled for more. Her ass burnt from the friction of his fucking. Master lean forward and fish-hooked her with both hands as he raped her ass. Spit began to leak from her mouth. She reached back and began to move the dildo in and out of her hole. She was Cuming. Her pussy sprayed her cum out across the floor, master pulled harder at her mouth. Her vision blurred, her legs buckled, her ass clenched which made the master grunt. He was Cumming soon and she knew it. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back till he could look into her eyes. Sandra’s head was arched back as he pulled out of her ass. He began to cum on to the back of her head, spraying his junk in her hair. He managed to get some in her left eye. She closed it so it would not burn but it was too late. When he was done he spit into her open mouth and wiped his dick off with her hair.
As he stood up he said to her “clean yourself, you’re a mess”
“Yes master” Sandra purred as she licked what she could of his jizz out of her hair. She was happy
“We have a guest this evening” is all he said as he walked out of the room…..
Sandra toweled herself off, Soaking the hot water from her long lean figure. She admired her body in the full length mirror.
He had moved her to his home, a large town house in the city. Master was wealthy. Her life had improved since she was his now.
Sandra eyed herself in the steamy full length mirror, her full figure, ample breasts with tight, small nipples. She knew master loved her tits; she loved them too, many a time she had used her cleavage or her figure to get her way with men.
She looked at the color of her eyes, Dark brown with a golden ring around the iris. Sandra was tall at 5’9; her dark brown wavy hair was black now because of her shower. Her hair was long past her shoulders, Sandra had always taken care of her figure, and it showed. She began her make-up ritual. She never wore to much make up anyways, it never took long. Twenty minutes and she was done with her whole routine. She was eager to see what he had chosen for her to wear for tonight’s guest. He had told her nothing about who was coming over but it wasn’t for dinner because it was already getting late. She heard the doorbell ring. The guest had arrived.
She walked naked out of the bathroom into the Masters bedroom. She was surprised to see what we had chosen for her to wear. He had left a white button blouse and a short blue skirt with white knee high cotton stockings. He had also picked out a pair of white cotton panties.
She couldn’t believe it. He wanted her to wear a school girl’s outfit. She sat on the edge of the bed and began with the long white stockings; she pulled them up over her knees. She noticed at the foot of the bed a pair of black high heels which she put on right after the stocking. She looked herself over in the mirror with just the stockings and high heels. … Fuck she looked hot. She grabbed the white cotton panties. She slid them up her long legs and pulled them tight over her ass cheeks and pussy. Again she eyed herself in the mirror turning her body and thrusting her ass out to look in the mirror and admire it. It did not take long for there to be a little wet spot forming between her legs……she was excited for the night’s events
The door bell rang. He stood up from the couch and walked to the door. He heard Sandra moving around up stairs. He stopped in front of the mirror along the way and looked himself over. He was ready. He walked to the front door and opened it
“Hello lovely how you doing? Come in…. quick …..It’s cold out.” He smiled widely at Kate
Kate was a very attractive young lady. She was about five and a half feet tall and maybe weight 110lbs. She was tight and ultra fit. A supple ass and athletic legs .She had raven black hair that she kept chin length in a trendy hair cut. She had an olive complexion and had delicate features. A long straight nose and pointy chin. But it was the dark eyes that made everyman she met melt.
Kate smiled a broad smile and walked in. She kissed him on both cheeks and gave him a hug. He reached out his hand to take her bag and her coat. Kate handed him her bag and he eyed her form as she removed her coat
“I love this place….. Very nice” she smiled
“Thanks” he said “come in have a seat. Would you like a drink?” he asked
“No I think you know what I want” She pushed him back gently to the wall and began to kiss him, her lips where soft on his. He placed his hands around her hips and pulled her to him. He could smell her fragrance. She was damned sexy and she knew it.
She pulled away from him then and turned around and leaned back into him. She began to rub her bottom on his manhood and leaned her head back onto his shoulder.
“I’m in need of a good fucking “she purred into his ear as his hands slide up her trim figure to rest on her breasts. His left hand shot down between her legs
“I can see that “he said
She leaned forward and placed her left hand on the wall before her and turned her face back to him. Seduction came very easily to Kate.
“I want it now “She commanded as her right hand came back to raise her skirt over her buttocks to allow him easy entry.
He complied
He reached down to his pants and pulled out his rod and began to slide his head between the lips of her waiting clam.
“Don’t tease me” she pleaded “fuck me”
He teased her for a moment or two more till he finally slid it in. Her warm wet snatch fit him like a glove. She purred and moaned as he proceeded to take her. Her feet barely touching the ground. He fucked her with passion. He fucked her deeply. She twisted her body around to reach behind and grab him by the neck, to look at him while he fucked her.
“This is why you called me didn’t you” She asked, panting,”You need a good fucking too didn’t you”.
Kate’s legs where trembling. She loved dick. She had had plenty of it in her 22 years, and she knew she wanted plenty more.
She whipped around and fell to her knees right before he came. She put his head in her mouth and stroked his shaft. He came hard into her mouth. She gulped it down and continued to suck him off for a moment.
By the time Sandra came down to join them, they were sitting rather cozily on the couch enjoying a glass of wine. They both stood to greet Sandra.
“Sandra I would like you to meet Kate. Kate this is Sandra” Master said.
Sandra reached out her hand to be polite; Kate took it and pulled herself in to kiss Sandra on the cheeks.
“Like your outfit” Kate said to her.
Sandra did not like her one bit. Why had he brought her here Sandra thought?
“She’s very pretty your girl” Kate said to him
“I’m glad you like her” he answered back. “I’m quite fond of her “he said
Sandra of course perked right up and smile at Kate as if to say “he’s my man now fuck off” oblivious to the fact that “her man” had just dick this little hottie in the entrance of his home before she had even had her panties on.
Kate caught it but did not react. Instead she walked right up to Sandra’s master and placed her hand on his package through his pants and began to kiss the master on his neck.
Master just patted her on the ass. Master gestured for Sandra to come. She came reluctantly. Sandra was hurt and shocked. She did not want to share him. What if he did not want her anymore? Where would she be then?
“kneel” he told her. “lick her feet” he told her
Sandra approached and did as she was told. Master left the two of them then and sat on the couch before them to enjoy the show. He could see the lovely cotton panties that he had chosen for Sandra.
Sandra licked at Kate’s feet. “who the fuck is this bitch “ she thought to herself. Why was master being so different with her.
“Higher” Kate ordered. Sandra did not comply. She was master servant and no one else’s.
“Higher’ Master said. Sandra complied.
“Eat my snatch” Kate ordered. Sandra Turned to look at her master. He nodded for her to proceed. Sandra had never done anything sexually with a woman before. Sandra slid her face up under Kate’s skirt. Kate’s hand came done to rest on Sandra’s head just as her tongue found Kate’s clit.
“Mmmm” Kate moaned.
“Play with you” Master ordered.
Sandra slid her hand under her panties and began making circles around her clit. Master could see the commotion under her panties and was pleased. Kate began to remove her top. Soon her young perky breasts were free and she quickly began to roll her nipples between her fingers.
“Lay down “master told Sandra. Sandra quickly lay on her back and could see that master was smiling at Kate.
“Sit” he said to Kate
Kate lowers her self onto Sandra who resumed her munching. But this time Kate lowered her head between Sandra’s legs and pulled her panties aside and began to tongue fuck her
Sandra breathed deeply and brought her hands up and placed them on Kate’s hips and ass
Master was pleased with the display. Aroused. He wanted to join in but was patient.
Sandra began to moan loudly. Her hips began to roll. Kate was also approaching orgasm. Kate was the first to cum. She came hard and loud. Sandra went next breathing hard and trembling. Kate was surprised to find that Sandra was a squirter . Sandra sprayed her face and as Kate pulled back Sandra shot her cum out onto the floor.
Master stood then and walked to them
“Lovely” he applauded
The girls sat up smiling and woozy. Master stopped before them and pulled his fly down. Sandra quickly reached in and pulled him out. She stroked his shaft gently. Kate spit on his dick and on Sandra’s hand. With her free hand Sandra began to undo the buttons of her shirt stopping right below her breasts. She opened her top and her breasts sprung free.
Masters rod quickly found its place between her tits as she began to stroke him with them. They were firm and burning hot, and he loved them. He pets her on the head like a good dog. She was pleased.
Kate found her place immediately. She placed her head between them and licked sucked his cap every time it poked through from between Sandra’s cans. Sandra began to move faster, Kate’s licking became more intense.
His cum flew out in long white strings on to Sandra’s neck and chest. Kate pulled away before he came. She hated getting cum on her face. Sandra on the other hand relished his offerings.
He turned his dick to Kate and she began to clean him off, she did not care about the taste, but not on her face, she was not a whore
Sandra rubbed the jizz all over her breast and then licked her fingers clean. Master watched her.
“Good girl” he said to Sandra who beamed a smile back to him
Master turned to Kate “you on the other hand”
That was the first time Kate tasted piss. Master had proceeded to piss in her mouth. She coughed and spat it out onto the floor. She tried to get up but master forced her back down and began to piss on her body. Sandra knelt beside her and grabbed Kate by the hair.
“Open” master said to Sandra. She opened and he filled her mouth with his urine.
“Spit” he said and she turned to Kate and spit the urine out into her face.
Kate looked up at him “what the fucks the matter with you” She yelled
Sandra slapped her across the face “that’s no way to speak to the master”
“Master???” Kate asked passing her glance between the two of them
“You will learn” is all he said to her
“Get my new toy” he said to Sandra
When Sandra returned with the toy she saw that master had Kate flat on her back with her legs pulled back so that her ankles were next to her ears almost. He was kneeling at her head fucking the arches of her feet.
“You fucking animal” Kate said to him
He spit on her feet and it dripped into her face. She turned her head to not get any in her face and that’s when she saw Sandra returning from somewhere in the house, her large firm tits bouncing perfectly with each step. Kate saw no toy in her hands but when she looked down she saw rising out from under her skirt a long thick plastic cock. Sandra reached down and began to stroke it
“Do you like it” she laughed
“Fuck her cunt” master said
Sandra came around and stood over Kate, knelt and despite Kate’s protests she slid the strap on into her open snatch and began to pump her furiously. If Kate was suffering or pleased it made no difference because she said not a word nor made a sound.
Master watched Sandra fuck his new animal. She was good. She was holding Kate down by her calves keeping them close to her head. Her amazing d cup tits bouncing perfectly in rhyme with her thrusts. He looked down at Kate and spat in her face and began to slap her in the face with his dick.
“You will learn to love being my animal. You will even thank me for this when we are done”
“Fuck you, you crazy freaks “Kate yelled “let me go”
Master stood then and turned his dick to Sandra’s waiting mouth. He proceeds to slid it back and forth in her mouth. He placed his hand over her head and forced his dick all the way down she drooled and coughed.
How lovely it would be to watch this he thought, A beautiful brunette with large breast in a school girls outfit getting fuck in the mouth while she strap on fucks a rather hot well to do young woman.
He pulls out from Sandra’s mouth and walks behind them and kneels. Sandra is praying that he fucks her ass then but he does not. Instead he pushes her forward till she falls on to Kate, Sandra doesn’t miss a beat and keeps drilling Kate who is beginning to look scared.
In one thrust master is all the way in Kate’s virgin ass. Kate lets out a scream. She sees stars and loses consciousness. Master continues to drill her as does Sandra, entering her holes at the same time. Kate would not have it easy.
Kate awakes to them fucking her. Her legs beginning to cramp from this infernal position. They are fucking her hard and fast. She feels her intestines being pushed around, her guts getting packed. He has both hands on Sandra’s tits, pulling on her nipples
“Your ass is so tight for such a whore. Am I the first” he asks
“Fuck you” Kate says
Sandra slaps Kate across the face. “Animal” she says
Master is fucking Kate hard now. He feels his cum rising from within him. Her ass is so tight it almost hurts him.
Just then he pulls out of her and slams his rock hard dick into Sandra’s ass who never saw it coming. She lets out a raspy yell of pain right as his finger come around to fish-hook her.
Kate can hear the hard packing sounds of his thrusts into Sandra’s ass as well as her whimpers and cries.
Sandra hears her masters grunt and can feel him filling her ass with cum. It burns her ass but she likes it. He pulls out of her and says” sit on her face “
She does this as he holds Kate in place some of his cum still dripping from his shaft. Sandra sits on Kate’s face or rather her ankles above her face. Master then grabs Sandra’s hair violently and pulls her forward. He crams his dick in her mouth, He grabs her head with both hands and just plows at her face like never before. Sandra’s mascara is running down her face drool is pouring out of her mouth onto Kate’s pussy. He is ravaging her face. He’s fucking her mouth at an incredible pace.
“Stroke her strap-on” he tells Kate. She does not comply. He slams two fingers in her ass roughly. Kate cries out and quickly begins stroke Sandra’s faux cock
Puke sprays out the sides of Sandra’s mouth into Kate’s waiting holes. The vomiting makes Sandra’s ass muscles relax and the cum begins to leak out running down her pussy. It falls in long strings onto Kate’s nose and into her eyes and mouth
“Make sure you get it all out” master says to Sandra as he fucks her face. She quickly reaches around and spreads her hole open and more cum gushes out onto Kate’s face
“Of my god, this is so disgusting” Kate says
“We’ve only just began with you” master says
He then pulls out of Sandra’s puke hole and crashes his cock into Kate’s ass. She cries in shock as his cum from Sandra’s ass burns her eyes. Sandra is coughing and spitting now that she can breathe.
Master pumps Kate’s ass as hard as he can till he erupts spraying into her anal cavity, all of his junk.
He stands and forces Sandra’s head down into Kate’s and says “clean up this mess.”
She tongues Kate’s ass He lights a smoke, standing back admiring his work. He looks at Kate’s tear and cum soaked faces, cum still leaking down on it from Sandra’s clawed open ass. He takes a pull from his smoke and begins to piss in Sandra’s open ass till it is full and begins run down on Kate’s face
When he is done He shakes himself off walks up to Sandra who is still feasting.
“Put fuck holes in the animal cage, and make me a sandwich”
“Yes master” Sandra says
“And for god sakes clean yourself off. You stink”
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Slut in training.
She was really nervous as she stood in the cold. It was dark and there was no one around, and for the first time she began to really panic. Did she really know what she was letting herself in for? He had told her everything she had wanted to hear; he was going to use her as his toy, degrade her, humiliate her, abuse her as he likes. Every time she had messaged him, his authority over her had aroused her like never before. She knew that she wanted to be used in this way, it felt so natural, but standing there so alone, no one knowing where she was except him, she felt scared and vulnerable. She had never actually met him, he had completely dominated her thoughts and dreams over the past few weeks, but up until now, that was all he had ever been. Now it was becoming reality.
She had done as he said. In fact she had spent all day preparing herself. She had a silky smooth cunt dampening her thighs, the cool night’s air making her conscious of her lack of underwear. She had to have all holes accessible for him, which meant a very short black leather skirt; no underwear, no tights. Her black satin blouse unbuttoned to her visible red lace bra, her large tits begging to be looked at, touched, groped. The cold and her increasing arousal meant her nipples poked through, hurting as they grazed against the lace. He had told her to wait here, but she had been waiting a while now, she thought he would be there waiting for her to arrive, or at least he would be prompt. She was worrying that he wasn’t going to turn up, that she would be abandoned in this unfamiliar area dressed like the slut she is. She heard a car engine and her heart started to race, was she really ready to commit to this? His car pulled up and she stood there unsure of what to do. The driver’s door opened and he got out, she looked at him in awe. His presence so naturally commanding, she felt like he saw straight through her and she loved it. His eyes scanned her up and down, but his face didn’t reveal what he was thinking, his eyes piercing. He said, “Hello slut” and she flustered, unable to utter a coherent response as she revelled in his objectification of her. “Um h-hello Sir”, her vulnerability cracked through her voice. He warned her that this was the last time she would be given a choice, she could walk away now but if she were to get in his car, she would be accepting her position to be used as he sees fit with no going back. She was so aroused that her swollen clit was hurting, she couldn’t have walked away even if she had wanted to. She knew deep down that this was her place in life and she was so eager to see what was in store for her. She told him that she was staying.
Without another word he grabbed her long hair and bent her forward against his car. “I want to check what I am getting first, slut” She squealed unable to help herself as he roughly forced two fingers into her cunt. “You are soaking, you filthy slut” he spat in her ear, she blushed with shame but getting wetter at the way he was treating her. He removed his fingers as quickly as they had entered and she groaned with the emptiness. His manly hand explored the folds of his new toy, checking to see if she had shaven properly as instructed, then moving closer towards her arse. She tensed as she felt the tip of his finger applying pressure to her virgin arse hole, waiting for him to plunge his finger, but he didn’t. He instead opened the car door and pushed her in by her hair, she clambered to get in, her bare cunt completely exposed to him. He was going to enjoy breaking in his tight new toy. She was young and inexperienced and that made it all the more exciting for him, he was going to completely abuse her and then he would find out if she was really the filthy slut she had professed to be. Either way he was going to enjoy himself.
He got in his car and looked the slut up and down again. He drove for about five minutes and stopped outside of his house. “Stay” he ordered her as he turned off the car and got out. He came over to her door, opening it and dragging her out by the hair. There was no one about as he pushed her yet again into the car and roughly secured a blindfold over her eyes. He led her into the house by her hair and directed her down a flight of steps. It was freezing as she was pushed down to her knees on the hard concrete floor. He ordered her to stay still as fear coursed through her body. The blindfold heightening her other senses, she could hear him walk around the room, moving things, looking for something. Her body tingling with goosebumps and her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, she was grateful when she heard the order to get to her feet and strip. She unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, freeing her large pert tits and erect pink nipples. She couldn’t see him ogling her, but she could feel his eyes on her and it only encouraged her. She slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it, now only wearing the blindfold and her heels.
She heard his footsteps as he approached her and felt his warm touch down her neck, onto her tit. His other hand reached to her arse and pulled her closer to him. She was surprised at his tenderness as her lightly pinched her nipples and pressed his lips against hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back, pressing her tongue passed his, taking her time to enjoy exploring his tongue, becoming lost in the enjoyment of kissing him, almost forgetting where she is, what she is doing here, and she instinctively reaches to the front of his trousers, without thinking. He bites down hard on her tongue; making her scream into his mouth. He clamps down harder and they both taste blood. Her head is pounding from the pain, but she daren’t pull away for fear that it will hurt more. He releases her tongue, satisfied that he has shown her what happens to forward sluts.
He grabs her by the wrists and she flinches, his tight grip in such a fragile area makes her feel sick. He knows she hates her wrists being looked at, never mind touched, but he doesn’t care. She is there for his pleasure; her comfort is not his priority. Her hands are stretched above her head and secured with rope, to the point where she is on her tiptoes. He walks around her, looking at her exposed body. What shall he play with first? Her tits are aching for him to maul them, but then her fleshy arse looks so bare. She is so on edge, anticipating his every move. She hears the swish of air, unsure of where the first blow will be, time seems to be going so slowly. She hears a crack and a second later feels a searing pain in her arse, and again. She loses count of the blows as each one seems to find a new untouched patch of arse and thigh. She can’t figure out what he is using, she is unfamiliar with bdsm toys but all she knows is that each crack brings her closer to a hazy place she has never been before. Her brain explodes with blackness from the pain and she feels almost as if she is separated from her body. She hears the heavy breathing and moaning escaping her lips and she feels so alive. She wants to beg him to continue, to hit harder, to treat her like the pain slut she is, but she refrains. Until he suddenly stops, she doesn’t say anything but her frustrated whimper gives away her disappointment. She can feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispers in her ear. “You are a filthy slut, my fuckmeat”, he is getting into her head and it is driving her wild with pleasure, just not enough to the point of cumming. He is keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
He walks away for a few minutes and she comes down from the pleasure high slightly, feeling the burning sensation of pain and beginning to shake with adrenalin. She hears him move closer again, he rolls a nipple between his fingers and pinches harder than she could have imagined. Her nipples are so sensitive as he twists and pulls them, his fingertips mauling her tit flesh as she can feel it bruising. She can’t help but whimper in pain. The short pause in attention means that now his focus on her tits is more pain than pleasure. She can’t help but think about how he must have known exactly what he was doing. She continues to shake, the cold air against her body, her aching wet cunt. As if he has read her mind, a hand moves between her legs. She does her best to spread her legs open as he sniggers at the slut she is. He brutally grabs a handful of cunt making her groan in intense pain, he brings her close to orgasm yet again. She starts to panic. She knows he expects her to ask to cum in a certain way, but she cannot remember what she must say. Her mind is a blank and she is struggling to fight off the increasing tightening of her muscles, the oncoming orgasm feels so intense. She doesn’t get a chance to beg him to let her cum as his hand is removed. He smears his hand all over her face as she greedily opens her mouth to taste her cunt juice, trying to suck his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around to enjoy the sweet taste. He was definitely right in thinking that this one was a slut.
She feels her hands being let down as he unbinds her wrists, the blood rushing back into her hands hurts, and her legs too weak to support her, she drops to her knees. He takes the opportunity to remove her blindfold which is soaked in her tears, her mascara framing the desperation in her eyes. She looks up at him, in awe of him and also still frightened, anticipating his next move. It doesn’t take her long to figure out what is now expected as she looks forward to see she is looking at his rock hard cock. The precum oozing out of the tip is enough to entice the filthy cock whore. She sticks her tongue out, flicking it around the head of his cock, fully enjoying the salty sweet taste. She licks her lips, fully focussed on giving the blowjob of her life. She starts by exploring his entire cock with lashes of her soft warm tongue, getting his cock nice and wet. He groans as she pops the head of his cock through her soft full lips. He looks down to see her pink lips wrapped around his cock as she looks up at him to see the pleasure on his face. She feels his hands starting to run through her hair, so she begins to suck hard, creating a vacuum around his hard cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking all of him into her mouth. She gags the first few times as his cock enters her throat. But she is determined to please him, to show off what she is capable of doing. As she continuously bobs her head in rhythm she swirls her tongue around. She places her hands on his bum, grabbing hold of him, helping him fuck her face. She moans around his cock as she hears “good slut” and feels the spasms of a building orgasm. She forces her head down, taking him into her throat as far as possible as she feels rope after rope of cum going down her throat. She greedily moves off a little so that her tongue can tease the sensitive head of his cock as he cums, so she can taste the last few spurts on her tongue. She deliberately shows him his cum on her tongue as she swallows and licks her lips. Giving his cock a few more sucks for good measure. Her thighs are soaked with her arousal, but she had become so involved in pleasing him that she didn’t care about her own release any more. He pulled her to her feet by her hair and kissed her on her forehead. She feels so worthy for being able to satisfy him like she has.
She became conscious of her sweat covered body, her tangled hair, the cunt juice drying on her face. She forgot herself for a second and casually said “I need a shower.” As soon as it had slipped out of her mouth she regretted it, she hadn’t meant to sound so demanding, she should have asked courteously or just waited until he instructed her to shower. “Yes you do” was all he responded. He took her to the corner of this cold room and secured her into a pair of handcuffs which were attached to a chain from the wall. She sat and looked at him, forgetting to be bothered about her restrained wrists. It took her a while to realise what he was doing as he took hold of his cock and aimed at her face. She just closed her eyes in time as a stream of hot piss hit her face and ran down her naked bruised body, soaking her, humiliating her. “Open your mouth”, she was hesitant but didn’t need him to ask her again as she reluctantly opened her mouth, she tasted the sour piss and knew that she didn’t have a say in how she would be treated. As he finished pissing, he took a moment to admire the desperate look on the slut’s face, then headed towards the door, turning off the light and before leaving said, “Get some sleep because soon I am going to fuck your virgin arse, slut.”
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THE CHANCE ENCOUNTER-2: THE WORMTURNS
Chapter 1
And so my life as Sam’s slave began. Monday to Friday the rules were simple—while she was at work I was free to go to work—something I only did 2-3 days a week now—or play golf. But Sam would return home at 5:30 sharp and I had to be there kneeling and naked at the front door to show her my cock cage and collar, the two symbols of my servitude to her. Monday afternoon I got home a bit later than planned. I was held late by a client—a big one—so it was almost 5:25 when I ran in the door. I raced to the bedroom to remove my clothing, put it away neatly, and return to the door. I was only there two minutes when I heard it open.
She walked in, radiant in her scrubs, but it was obvious she’d had a shitty day. “You cut it a bit close today, didn’t you, slave?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I couldn’t get away from a big client. I raced home to be here for you. How can I serve you?”
Sam walked to the big leather chair in the living room and dropped the scrubs to the floor. She sat down and spread her legs. “I’ve been sweating my ass off all day. The goddamn air conditioning broke again so my pussy is probably ripe.”
“That’s OK, Mistress. I’ll love it anyway, and, Mistress, I would gladly remove your clothes for you.”
“Just get in here and eat this cunt. If I don’t cum soon I swear I’ll go crazy.” I dove in tongue first, starting on her labia and working my way in toward her slit. She was right, her cunt reeked, but that’s the breaks when you’re a slave. I lived to please my mistress—a good tasting cunt wasn’t part of the bargain. “Slave, I’m not in the mood for a long slow job. Just make me cum and then you can wash me. Plus, I’ve been saving something for you. I haven’t used the toilet all afternoon.” I got to work, licking and sucking her clit while I fingered her pussy, reaching for her sensitive G-spot. She jumped up suddenly. “C’mon, I gotta go. We can finish this in the shower.”
I raced behind her, sliding into position beneath her cunt just before she let loose. Her stream, more like a man’s because of the volume she’d built up, hit me in the cheek until I moved and opened my mouth. “Good boy,” she told me, “you know what to do with it, don’t you?” I nodded slightly as I swallowed a mouthful. When she finished I moved up to lick her clean and continue her toward her orgasm. I sucked her button between my teeth. Between the nibbling, sucking, and licking she came quickly and hard, collapsing into my arms. I helped her up, removed her top and bra and turned on the water to lovingly wash her lush body. “Did anyone comment on your collar today?”
“Yes, Mistress, I told them it was a loving gift from my new girlfriend. Several noticed there was no way to take it off so I told them that was the idea.”
“And how was your cage? I imagine you’d like to take it off.”
“I was proud to wear it, Mistress. It’s a symbol of my dedication to you, of my love for you.”
“I’ll let you take it off one of these days—when I want to fuck you. Then I think I’ll want it back on again. We’ll see.”
“As you wish, Mistress.” I finished washing her and she allowed me to clean myself. I turned off the water and led her out. I toweled her dry and helped her into her robe before addressing my own needs. I made dinner and we ate, mostly in silence. She retired to the living room while I cleared the table and took care of the dishes. I joined her later, sitting appropriately at her feet. I bent down, taking one foot into my hands. I massaged it and kissed her toes; then I took care of the other. I was just about to massage her legs when she pulled me up to bed.
She lay on her stomach, her hips up inviting me to kiss and lick her asshole. I pushed my tongue between her tight cheeks, finding her rosebud and teasing it with the tip. Sam moaned appreciatively. “Push your tongue in and finger my cunt. Find my G-spot and make me cum.” When I had done as she requested she pushed me onto my back and rubbed my balls. Using the cage was much like a cock ring that encircles both cock and balls. The scrotum is pushed forward, the balls squeezed tightly into a much smaller space than normal. The result was that my ball sac was tight and hard. The lightest pressure was magnified tenfold. Her gentle rubbing drove me crazy. Tentatively, I asked, “May I cum, Mistress?”
Sam thought about it for a while before denying my request. “Maybe tomorrow, if you’re a good boy.”
Tuesday I got home early from golf around two. I showered, making my body presentable for my Mistress. Once again I greeted her, my collar and cage on display for her. Again, she peed on me, requiring me to swallow and again I ate her juicy pussy twice and her ass once. She did not allow me to cum.
By Friday I had given her a ton of sex and orgasms but I had received nothing back. That would have been OK, but the cage’s effect on my balls, combined with the rubbing she had given me several times, made me hurt. It felt like I had blue balls. I asked Sam, ”Mistress, my balls are aching. They feel like blue balls. May I please cum?”
Her reply was terse, “I’ll decide when you can cum. That’s the way it works, doesn’t it? I’m getting tired of your whining. Lie on the bed and stay there.” I did as instructed until she returned with the cuffs and rope. Soon I was tied to the bed posts, my legs spread wide tied together by a rope that ran under the bed. “Don’t even think of getting loose. I was a girl scout and I know how to tie knots. I’ll be right back.” She came back with the riding crop. It was about two feet long with a 3 by 4-inch piece of leather on the end. “You may think your balls hurt now, but when I’m done they really will.” She toyed with me a few times, rubbing the leather and crop against my balls. In their current condition I was miserable, but I knew better than to complain. She took a short swing, connecting firmly with my scrotum. I couldn’t help myself; I simpered like a baby, ”Please, Mistress, I’ll be good. I won’t complain any more.” She gave me another firm swat—it felt like I’d been hit with a baseball bat. Ten times she imposed her discipline on my balls. When she was done she told me to sleep on the floor.
I awoke around three. It was still dark, but I knew I was in big trouble. My body had betrayed me—I’d had a wet dream. My ejaculate was spread all over the carpet. I tried to lick it up but all I did was spread it around. When Sam woke around eight I was on my knees, my head down in disgrace. “Mistress,” I begged, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t do it to displease you. I had a wet dream. See, my cage is still in place. It just happened. I’m so sorry.”
“Slave,” she looked at me with scorn on her face, “don’t you have any control of your body. You’re not a teenager, you know. Clean up this mess while I decide what to do with you.” I thanked her and got to work, using some wet towels to soak up much of the semen and dry ones to blot the carpet dry. I put everything into the hamper. I would do the laundry later in the day. That was also one of my jobs. It was about twenty minutes later that I walked into the kitchen. I could see the dining room table was set up and Sam was holding the paddle. I didn’t say a word. I walked over to the table and bent down. It took her less than a minute to fasten the rope to my wrists. A minute later my ankles were also secured. I turned back, “I’m so sorry, Mistress. I told you I needed to cum. I can usually go longer but I’ve been giving you so much sexual pleasure. It has an effect on me, Mistress, but I know that I need to be disciplined. I don’t blame you. It’s all my fault.” She gave me thirty and when she finished my ass was bleeding. I wasn’t sitting down any time soon.
“The worst part about this—I was planning on fucking you today, but after this–forget it. You’ll have to make do taking care of me.” I knelt before her and kissed her feet. She melted at my gesture and told me to get up. “Let’s get you some ice for that. I got a little carried away.”
“No, Mistress, I deserved it—and more. I’ve been very bad. May I try to make it up to you today?” I gave her my best all day and all night. She allowed me to get back into the bed that night.
Chapter 2
The following week my Mistress allowed me to take the cage off for half an hour. I was permitted to jerk off to avoid another involuntary ejaculation. She even helped me by rubbing my balls. She made me keep the ring on so my scrotum was really tight around my heavy testicles. Her touch was exquisite and when I came she, once again, gathered all my semen requiring that I lick her fingers clean and swallow my entire load.
On Friday night she told me we were going out—a friend was having a small get together. I picked out some good white wine for my Mistress’s enjoyment. I wouldn’t be allowed any. I drove to the address she gave me. When I got out of the car she fastened the leash to my collar. I followed her into the apartment to the exclamations of her friends. “Holy shit, I didn’t believe it when you told me, Sam, and if I wasn’t seeing it now I still wouldn’t.”
“So, Sam, what does your slave do?
“Anything I tell him to, right slave?”
“Yes, Mistress, I do whatever you tell me to do.”
One of the women, chubby and big-titted scoffed. “So what if he says that, prove it. Let’s see him in action.”
“Very well,” Sam replied, “Slave, remove your clothes and come over here.” I started with my sneakers, tucking the socks into each one. I dropped my shorts and removed the boxers, folding them neatly on top of my shoes. My shirt came off last. I walked to Sam and knelt before her, my head down in submission.
“What’s that on his cock?”
“Tell them, slave.”
I turned to face the women, showing them the cock cage. “This is a cock cage,” I began, “it ensures that I do not play with myself or get an erection or have an orgasm without my Mistress’s permission. I have worn it ever since my Mistress agreed to show me her love through her domination and control of me. I’m very lucky to be her slave.”
“Want more proof?” Sam asked. “Slave, come here, remove my panties and eat my cunt.” I smiled at her. There was nothing I enjoyed more than pleasuring her with my mouth. She lifted her hips to facilitate the removal of her panties. I handed them to her, pulled her to the edge of the chair and dove between her legs. I put my mouth over her entire pussy as I had the first time I ever tasted her and sucked mightily. I could see the rapture on her face as she gripped my head, pulling me even closer to her. Sam began grunting and groaning as I began to get to her. I fingered her clit, finding it hot to the touch. Sam exploded into my face, squirting several times. This was all the reward I could ask for.
Sam looked at her astonished friends until chubby big-tits asked if she could get some of this, too. “Of course,” Sam replied, “just take off your clothes and get in line. Take care of them, slave.” I turned on my knees just as chubby sat on a folding chair, opened her legs and pushed her meaty pussy toward me. I did the same thing for her that I had done for Sam. Her labia were so thick that I was able to gnaw on them, adding to the sensations she felt. I got her off in only four minutes. The next two I handled in the same manner, but the last woman asked for something different, “I need to get fucked. Can he fuck me, Sam?”
“Only if you have some condoms—no condom, no fucking; I have to protect him—and me, too.” The woman produced a new package from her purse. I returned to Sam; she removed the key from her neck—it had joined the Allen wrench right after I had put the cock cage on the first time. She unlocked the padlock and I slid the cage from my cock. “Keep the ring on, slave. Put the cage back on when you finish.”
“Mistress, what will happen if I cum? All this pussy sucking has made me really horny. I don’t wish to displease you.”
“Oh, go ahead, even you are entitled to some fun once in a while.” I took the condom from the woman and rolled it on my cock. She had lain on the floor so that’s where I joined her, rubbed my cock into her slit finding her wet and ready. I pushed in and she squealed with delight, “Fuck, Sam, he’s so fucking big. This is going to be fantastic. You’re the best friend ever.” I lifted her legs to get at her G-spot and finger her asshole. As I did I heard the door open and a new guest enter. He was told to get in line—he’d be next. My partner was calling for, “Faster! Harder!” so I complied, ramming my cock into her until she came, shaking beneath me. I had also come, squirting what seemed to be a gallon of semen into the condom.
I disposed of the condom, rose to my knees and saw the guy. His cock was hard and red. I glanced at Sam and she nodded. Under other circumstances I might have twisted his balls off and bitten through his organ, but to do so would offend and embarrass my Mistress. Instead, I licked his head and took his cock deep into my mouth. Like the others in this group he came quickly—didn’t these people ever get any sex? I crawled back to Sam, reinstalled and locked my cock cage, sitting naked at her feet while everyone else dressed. I remained naked throughout the party.
Shortly after ten my Mistress asked me to get her some wine. I rose to my feet, walked to the kitchen and poured her some of the select Chardonnay I had brought from my cellar. I returned to my position where I remained until Sam complained she wasn’t feeling well. I turned, seeing her in obvious distress. I jumped to my feet, dressed hurriedly, and went to her side. She told me she was feeling faint; I helped her to her feet and when she staggered I picked her up into my arms. I thanked everyone for allowing me to service them and carried Sam out to the car. We were home in less than twenty minutes. “I don’t understand,” she slurred, “I didn’t have much to drink.”
“I know,” I replied, “it’s the ‘roofie.’”
“Huh?” was all she could say before she passed out.
Chapter 3
One of the great things about being an architect and builder is that I could get almost anything I wanted in a house. I had designed my house and built it; I carried Sam to the secret room. I had told my workers that it was going to be a “safe room,” but, in reality, it served another purpose entirely—it was my game room. You wouldn’t find a pool table, ping pong, foosball, or any other family game here—this was a place for adult games and some of the equipment here was of my own design. I opened the secret panel and carried the unconscious Sam in. I dropped her unceremoniously on a couch, removed her clothing, and positioned her on my horse—kind of a pommel horse one might see in a gymnastics meet, but with restraints for her arms and legs. I put a large towel under her, placed her carefully, and fastened her restraints. Finally, I dropped a blanket over her body.
I removed the chain from her neck, opened the padlock on my cage and removed the entire device, rubbing my cock and balls for several minutes. I was so stimulated I decided to jerk off. Stroking my cock strongly, it was only minutes before I was able to cum again. With semen clinging to my body I headed to the shower—I’d swallowed enough cum for one evening! Sam didn’t know it, but she was going to be disciplined. She was almost a total failure as a mistress, but I had strong feelings for her so I was still hopeful she could work things out with me.
What a lot of people don’t realize is that a master-slave relationship isn’t all that different from regular relationships. There should be give and take in both and they are only successful if both parties care for each other. I cared for Sam, but did she care for me enough to make it happen? So far all she’d done was use and abuse me and tonight was not something I would tolerate ever again. Well, I’d find out in the morning.
I reclined on the couch, pulled a blanket over my naked body, and fell immediately into a deep sleep. I awoke early as usual; Sam was still unconscious. I rose, made coffee and brought two cups back to the game room. I shook Sam gently and she started to come around. “Huh? Where am I? What happened?” She tried to get up, but was unable to move at all.
“Would you care for a little coffee, Mistress? I think it will help you.” I held the cup to her mouth, allowing her to sip. “To answer your questions not necessarily in order—you’re in my game room. It’s a secret room accessible from the living room. I put you here last night after you passed out. You slept in your present vulnerable position.”
“But I didn’t have very much to drink.”
“No, it was the ‘roofie’ I slipped into your wine.”
“Where could you possibly get a ‘roofie’ and where could you possibly have hidden it? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“OK, I got it from my buddy Sheriff Mike. He’s been on my payroll for almost twenty years. I can tell you because there’s no way to find the money or trace it back to me. As to where I hid it—what did I wear the entire evening? Yes, my ring—it was wedged between the ring and my balls. I did it because we need to talk—especially after last night. When we’re finished I’ll tell you all the things that you’ll need to punish me for.
“Mistress, I eagerly offered to be your slave. What are my responsibilities to you?”
“To serve me, of course—sexually and any other way I determine.”
“Yes, and I have done that, haven’t I?” Sam looked away as I continued, “And what are your responsibilities to me?”
“My responsibilities?” she exclaimed, “What do you mean?”
“It’s really quite simple, Mistress. All relationships require give and take, but all you ever do is take. Do you think I enjoyed that? And—I wanted—I still want—to serve YOU. I know I’m lucky to have you under any circumstances. However, I never offered to serve your friends and especially not your male friends. Nor did I offer to be publicly humiliated for your friends’ amusement, did I? I do have to admit that you wouldn’t let that friend fuck me without a condom—that was good. But…how about some consideration for my needs? We’re going nowhere without it. I expect to be used, and sometimes even abused, but all you ever did was abuse me.”
“I guess I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I? All I ever thought about was myself. I never gave you a second’s thought. You can let me up. I’ll pack my bags and go.”
“Now, that’s something else I never mentioned—you going. I just said I still want to serve you and I do. I think a lot of this is all about you not having much experience as a Mistress, where I’ve had many years as a slave. You look shocked, don’t be. My wife was my Mistress long before we were married. We met in college and, believe me, I was a mess until Marjorie took control of me. She put me into a cock cage on our third date and threatened never to take it off if I didn’t straighten up. She used it to punish me; it was much more effective than beating me, although that has its place for me, too.”
“You’re making me feel like an idiot. I even beat you for nothing when you first accepted me as your Mistress.”
“No, Mistress, you had to do that. I needed to learn that you would punish me. I expect it if I misbehave—like I’m doing now. I needed to learn to respect your authority. Now, however, I’m going to punish you. I’m going to beat your ass. Then I’m going to fuck your pussy and then your ass. When I’m done I’ll take care of you and you can punish me. Then we’ll be even and we can move forward. Look above you—choose your poison.”
Sam checked out all the implements hanging on the wall. “Use the cane. I deserve it for almost fucking up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I leaned down and we kissed—the best kiss I’d ever experienced. When she broke it I took down the cane. “Don’t hold back. Apparently I need some discipline, too.”
I rubbed the cane over her soft smooth perfect ass—without a doubt the best ass I’d ever seen or touched or eaten, for that matter. I reared back and let her have it; she cried out in pain. I gave her another, and another and another. All told she received eight blows. Her butt cheeks were red and swollen when I finished. I kissed every mark on her butt. When I reached down to her cunt I found she was running pussy juice. “I think you enjoyed that a bit too much, judging from your pussy.”
“Oh, stop talking and start the fucking. I probably need it more than you do. I’ve been so occupied with trying to control you I almost forgot how wonderful it is to fuck you.” I pushed all seven inches of my fat cock into her hole. Sam squealed with delight. I rammed into her, taking out my frustrations of the previous weeks. When I got close I slowed down to prolong the ecstasy. I pulled out and lowered my mouth to her cunt, drinking up as much as I could. When I straightened up I pushed into her tight ass. This was Heaven on earth. She was incredibly tight and very hot. “I hope you realize you’re taking my anal cherry. I’ve never done this before, but I guarantee we’ll do it again. We’re going to fuck often. I like to think I can learn from my mistakes.” I pounded her ass for several minutes and, just as I began to lose it, I reached down for her clit, jamming two fingers into her cunt. I found her G-spot and, a moment later, we came together, Sam squirting and me losing what felt like a ton of semen into her ass.
I released her restraints, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. I filled the big Jacuzzi and got in, my Mistress balanced on my legs leaning back onto my chest. “This is fun, why haven’t we done this before? OK, I know why—I was being a big asshole.” We sat there in silence while I massaged her butt, easing her pain until she turned, kissed me, and whispered, “Let’s go to bed.” I pulled her up, dried her lovingly and followed her into bed. We held each other, kissed, and, for the first time, really expressed our love for each other. Sam fell asleep, napping for almost an hour. When she woke she reached for my cock, finding instead my steel cage.
“What…?”
“I did not have your permission to take it off so I put it back on while you were sleeping. Now we should discuss my punishment. First, I drugged your drink then I removed my cock cage without permission. I also jerked off last night; I punished you, fucked you, and fucked your ass—all without permission. I must be punished, Mistress; I need it. The past nine months since Marjorie died I have been lost—adrift at sea—without direction. My work has suffered. I need to be dominated and controlled. I need to be punished for everything I have done.”
My Mistress rose from the bed. She resumed her Amazonian posture and authority. “Get up and come with me.” She led me to the table. “Bend over while I get the restraints.” She tied me into position. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. She walked into the game room, returning with a long paddle complete with holes—the better to swing and raise welts.
I turned around just before she began. “Don’t hold back. Remember all the bad things I did to you. I deserve this.” She gave me forty. I cried like a baby before she finished, but so did she. She kissed the pain from my ass, released me, and helped me to bed. I lay on my stomach while she applied an ice pack. “I decided you’re to wear the cage for another week. But I may shorten that if you’re really good. We’ll still have the same rules—I expect you home and naked before I arrive at 5:30. You know the position. Let me know if you need to cum—I’ll let you jerk off, but no pussy for a week. Then we’ll put this behind us. Ouch, I think I should have said something else. “
“Thank you, Mistress, for taking control of me again. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Yes, I know that—and you will, won’t you?
“Yes, Mistress, I love you.”
Chapter 4
The weeks passed and my Mistress was true to her word. I did need to cum badly before my week was up. She gave me twenty minutes for jerking off. She did it for me, sucking me deep into her mouth before stroking me. When I came, my semen covered my body. I pulled her hand to my mouth, offering to swallow my jiz. My Mistress scraped up the rivers that had fallen on me, but shared the swallowing. She cleaned my cock with her mouth and I willingly returned the cage to my body.
My Mistress directed me to show her how to access the game room. There were dozens of gadgets there—vibrators of every kind, paddles, whips, canes, and crops, nipple clamps—almost anything one could find in an adult store. She placed her hand on the horse, turned to me, and smiled. Then she kissed me and asked me about the big item at the rear of the room. It’s my special invention—an eight-foot wooden X built onto a vertical arm. The top and bottom of the vertical are connected to a semicircular section of an I-beam. The entire structure rests on a gimbaled base. The X can be moved in any direction—right, left, horizontal, and tipped over to the opposite vertical. I explained that Marjorie and I had many fun times on this machine. My Mistress pointed to me and the machine, directing me to get onto it. I allowed my Mistress to secure my wrists and ankles to the ends of the X. She laughed when she tilted me horizontal. She removed her clothes and stood just over my mouth. She was able to move my mouth wherever she wanted. “Eat me,” she commanded. I had no choice as my face was buried into her cunt. I licked up and down her slit and nibbled on her clit. “Stick your tongue out.” When I did she fucked herself with it until she came, drenching my face. The old Mistress might have left me there or released me unsatisfied—pent up with frustration, but the new Mistress turned me around until I was upside down with my cock—unfettered by the cage—right in front of her face. “This is fun, slave. Shall I tease you or suck your cock? I think I’ll just tease you for now. Maybe later….” She ran her fingers up and down the sensitive underside of my cock; I became hard in a second. She massaged my balls until I groaned in rapture. For fifteen minutes she teased mercilessly. Then, a huge smile on her face, she took pity on me and took me into her mouth. Standing as she was gave her great advantage over me. She could suck and play with my balls or finger my ass. She went for the ass, fucking me furiously while bobbing on me.
I begged her to let me cum, but she remained silent. “Please, Mistress, I’m going to cum. I can’t help myself. What you’re doing to me…please, Mistress.” My Mistress winked as I forced rivers of cum into her mouth. “Thank you, Mistress. May I clean your fingers?” She pulled them from my ass, put them into my mouth, allowing me to serve her. When she removed them they were sparkling clean. “Thank you, Mistress for allowing me to serve you. May I also clean your pussy?” My Mistress thought about it for a second before smiling again, moving me to her cunt, and spreading her legs. I sucked her juices from her slit and licked her labia, before moving to her asshole.
“Uh, that’s not my pussy, slave!”
“I know, Mistress, I couldn’t help myself. I love your ass. Please punish me for my impertinence.”
“I think I have a better idea—eat my ass. Stick your tongue into me. You know how much I love that.”
“Yes, Mistress, it will be much easier if you would turn around. I can reach you better that way.” She turned and I forced my tongue into her ass. I fucked her fine hole with my tongue until she fell onto my face.
“You have my permission to laugh, slave. That was funny.” She leaned down and kissed me, wrapping her tongue around my dirty tongue, sharing the flavor of her own ass. She caressed my face and, for the first time, whispered, “I love you, slave.” I was ecstatic.
Chapter 5
I kept getting into trouble—stupid careless things that could be overlooked in most people, but for me it was symptomatic of a problem that would grow if unchecked. One morning I forgot to cap the toothpaste and clean the vanity top in the bathroom. I got five days in the cage for that—no access to my Mistress’s wonderful tight pussy except by my tongue which only made me hornier. Another time I forgot to turn on the dishwasher. There were no coffee cups the following morning. My Mistress’s expression would have melted an iceberg. She gave me two weeks in the cock cage for that, but did allow me to jerk off once during that period.
A big turning point occurred one evening while we were in bed, naked as always. My Mistress spooned against me and I put my arm over her, caressing her stomach. Once again, I wasn’t paying enough attention and my hand drifted to her pussy. I knew I was in trouble when her body tensed. “Who initiates sex?”
“You do, Mistress. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. It won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t,” she replied as she turned on the lamp. Reaching into her nightstand drawer she handed me the cock cage. “Put this on.”
“But, Mistress, I have an erection. It won’t fit.”
“I don’t care. Have it on by the time I return, or else.” She left the room; I could tell she was really angry. I managed to get my cock and balls into the ring, but I had to force my cock painfully into the cage which was much too small for my erection. I pushed, ignoring the pain until I was just able to pull the cage over the tab on the ring. I fastened the lock just as my Mistress returned. I cringed when I saw the restraints and the riding crop.
“Give me your wrist and don’t make me ask you twice.” In seconds I was fastened to the bedposts. She threw the rope under the bed and stretched my legs as far apart as they could go. I was helpless—at her mercy—and it didn’t appear that she had any tonight. “These things get you into a lot of trouble. Let’s see if we can alleviate that.”
She rubbed the leather tip over my balls as she always did before disciplining me. “Who initiates sex?”
she asked.
“Y…you do, Mistress.” WHACK! She gave me a good one. “Please, Mistress, I’ll be good. Please!”
“Who initiates sex?” she repeated.
“You do, Mistress. WHACK!
“Who initiates sex?”
“You do, Mistress, please…no more!” WHACK!
It continued until I faltered, unable to respond due to the pain. “Now you’ve made me lose count,” she told me, “I’ll have to start over.” On and on it went until she asked me, “What number will this one be?”
“Twelve, Mistress…twelve.”
“I’m glad to see you’re finally paying attention. Who initiates sex?”
“You do, Mistress.” WHACK! It was over.
“Remove the cock cage. You have my permission to jerk off, but don’t take all night, I have a busy day tomorrow.” She unlocked the cage. I gently slid it from my bruised organ, but I was unable to remove the restraining ring. My balls had swollen so much there was no way they would fit through. I left it and tried to stroke my cock. It became erect easily enough, possibly a result of the trauma I had suffered. After about five minutes my Mistress turned over, “What’s the problem slave?”
“My balls are swollen—I can’t remove the ring. I’m having trouble stroking it.”
Again she turned on the light, and seeing my predicament, rose to fetch an ice bag. After she placed it on my scrotum she took me into her mouth. “This is probably the only way I’ll ever get any sleep.” She used her tongue expertly as she sucked me into her throat. Up and down she went until I warned her. Then she backed off as I blew my load into her mouth. She rose, moving her mouth over mine. “Open,” she commanded. When I did she transferred my cum from her mouth into mine. I swallowed and she kissed me, “goodnight, slave.”
The following morning my balls were still swollen, too swollen to remove the ring. My Mistress took one look and told me to stay in bed. She replaced the ice, made coffee, and brought me a cup. “You’re staying home today and so am I. You need care.” At 8:30 she phoned my office, “This is Samantha Harris, Mr. Warner’s girlfriend. He had an accident last night and I think he needs to stay home today. Tomorrow? I’ll call if he’s not better by then. Thank you.” Then she called her own office and, despite having a heavy schedule, took the day off—an emergency, she said.
She spent the entire day caring for me—holding the ice bag, replacing the ice, comforting me through the agony I was experiencing. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m such a burden to you.” She put her finger on my lips, shushing me. She lay next to me, comforting me with her body. I was finally able to slide the ring off that evening. My cock and balls were badly bruised.
“Who initiates sex?” my Mistress asked.
“You do, Mistress. This was a lesson I’ll never forget.” She kissed me gently, tucked me in and we went to sleep.
Next: I finally see the light.
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AliceChapter FourThe Brig
Alice had had herself an indulgent bout of sobbing, and felt that now she ought to try being productive instead. She was locked in a steel room, with only her stockings and a slops bucket. Escape seemed improbable. If her last day in this world were any indication, Alice was fairly sure that these people intended to rape her. Well, the captain at least. She didn’t see how the pawns could do so; their groins were notably devoid of genitalia. Alice didn’t know she could do very much to stop that, so perhaps she had better have a think about what to do afterwards. Could she make a break for it when the captain was sated? Might he simply let her go afterwards? Well, she supossed, she didn’t really know very much, and how could she plan anything without knowing anything?
She heard a loud banging over the top of the din from the furnace. She got to her feet and found she could just peer through the slats of the door if she stood on tip toes. A few feet from the door two black pawns were nailing together some kind of frame, a beam perhaps four inches wide and deep, and about three feet long was being attached to a pair of A legs, stoutly framed with bracers. As she watched they hammered in metal rings, one each on the legs near the foot, two more in the middle of the beam, and another two were being put it near the top.
One of the pawns seemed to notice her, and grinned, though without a mouth, it was just those odd moulded lips that moved. He turned to face her and looked down at himself. Alice gasped as between his legs the plastic began to bulge, quickly forming a rounded sausage that grew, becoming erect as she watched. It swelled in seconds, coming to a full foot in length. He put his hands on his hips, and thrust them, pantomiming fucking.
Alice dropped down and went back to the corner. Oh dear, she thought, this is quite a pickle. These strange black mannequins seemed unreasonably capable of raping her too, and they had been told to ‘warm her up’. She wondered how many of them would do so, there were four of them assembling the wooden frame thing, not counting the red ones who seemed to be chained in place, but there had been at least a dozen she’d seen as she was brought down here.
A shadow passed over her, and she looked up. Through the metal grill in the ceiling she could just make out the captain, standing on the grill.
“Please, sir, let me go, I’ve never done anything to you!” she cried. That was greeted only by a snort.
“Now now, we’ve not even had a chance to meet you properly, and already you want to go? I’m afraid I can’t let that happen, not when such a delightful prize just falls into my boat, no, you’ve got a lot of entertaining to do before we’re through with you.” With a grunt and a deep breath the captain came down on his knees, leering in through the metal.
“If you’re a very good girl then I might consider throwing you overboard when we’re done. I’m tempted though to put you into my boiler, there’s not much fat on you, little girl, but any fuel’s good fuel to me!” Alice gaped, sudden terror filling her body, so acute it was like pain. They were going to burn her?!
“We might even do you the kindness of killing you before we shovel you in, wouldn’t that be nice?” Alice just stared, mute with fear.
“Well, I’d think you’d prefer getting thrown overboard, when it all comes down to it, eh?” Alice nodded, her head jerking, the horror binding her muscles.
“I may do that, if I take a liking to you. Do you think I will?”
“I hope so, sir,” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around her.
“Let’s see, shall we?” The captain leered as he undid his flies, and extracted his dick. It was soft, Alice noticed with some relief, though it looked like it would be big when it was hard. It was pale, with traces of swarthy hair, and what looked like some sores of some kind. There was an obnoxious smell that emanated from his trousers.
“I can’t reach, sir, you’re too high up!”
“Oh, you don’t need to. Show me how much you enjoy getting a shower…” he growled and as he did so, he started to piss. Alice had watched the cat urinating only an hour or so before, but that had been curiously natural, a carnal thing.
“Don’t just look at it, bitch, show me you love it!” growled the captain. Alice nervously stepped forwards, and tentatively put her hand into the streams, feeling the hot piss splashing on her. The captain adjusted his aim, and suddenly Alice was getting a torrent of urine in her face. She squealed in shock and started to back away.
“No, no!” he yelled, “Get under it, and tell me you love it!” Alice closed her eyes, feeling the tears on her cheeks being washed away by the fat captain’s pee. She stepped forwards, feeling the gushing, stinking stuff flooding her hair, running down her naked body.
“I can’t hear you…” he growled, “tell me you love it!”
“I love it, sir!”
“What do you love? And look up at me!” Alice raised her head, keeping her eyes closed she felt the full force of his stream.
“I love you pissing on me, sir!” she yelped, hot piss splashing her mouth as she spoke the words.
“Better. Now, hold your mouth open, I have to finish!” Alice obediently opened her lips, and was rewarded with the last few moments of urine filling her mouth. It certainly tasted bad, it was sweet and had the flavour of alcohol, but was also thick with ammonia. Still, even the captain’s wasn’t as bad as she had feared it would be.
“Now, swallow it!” he commanded. She did so reluctantly, fearing she would be induced to vomit. She was able to keep it down though, and looked up at the captain as he got to his feet.
“Well, I’ve seen worse I suppose. Not many, mind you. What do you say?” he laughed as he put his prick away.
“Thank you, sir…”
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank for my,” she hesitated, “piss shower?”
“Good enough. Maybe you’ll do better when I come back for a shit!” He laughed, a full belly laugh as he watched Alice’s dumbfounded expression. She almost fell to the floor, reeling at the fat man’s suggestion. He couldn’t be serious, he just couldn’t. She leaned back against the wall, the smell of the captain’s cooling piss flooding her nostrils.The Wooden Bench
Alice didn’t have much time to collect herself. It was only a few minutes before she heard the bar being slammed back on the door. She grabbed the slop bucket and as the door opened she threw it will all her strength. It hit the pawn in the chest and he stepped back, looking down at the splattering of piss and shit on his chest. She backed into the corner as he stepped through and gripped her arms. She screamed, fear filling her as he started to pull her towards the door. A second pawn came in, and together they lifted her up and manhandled her through to the engine room. The bench was waiting, and two more of the black plastic men pulled her down onto it.
The captain was there, sneering at her as the pawns forced her hands down the front two legs, running rope round her wrists, they quickly and expertly tied them to the metal rings. Alice kicked and struggled, but soon they had her legs tied down too. A single loop of rope pulled her neck down onto the wood, lifting her face so she stared into the boat’s furnace. The last rope went round her waist, securing her down on the bench. The captain squatted down, his face next to hers.
“I’ve given you to the whole crew,” he murmured, “what do you think of that?” Alice said nothing, shocked into silence.
“They’ll get you ready for me, they’re going to be thorough. They’re going to fuck you raw. But you’re going to like it, if you don’t want to go in there,” he whispered as he pointed to the roaring flames in the furnace, “so what do you say? Are you going to be good?”
“I’ll be good,” Alice whispered.
“Ask me, beg me for it.”
“Please, I want to do it.”
“Do what, bitch?”
“I want to fuck your men.”
“Yeah, you do, I can tell, you’re a slut, a whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir…”
“Tell me!”
“I’m a slut! I’m a whore!” The captain grinned, and stood, unbuckling his belt, and pulling his cock and balls free.
“Kiss my balls!” he commanded, bringing the sweaty reeking things to her lips. As tears flowed down her cheeks she pouted her lips, and brought them to the sagging wrinkled flesh.
“Good girl. Right, this is the first shift,” he gestured as six black pawns lined up behind him. Each had a dick growing between their legs now. Four of them simple rounded tubes, but one had a series of bulges, growing in size from tip to root, the first the size of a golfball, the last like a grapefruit. The final pawn had three writhing, snakelike tentacles, each as thick as a banana.
The captain turned to speak to the plastic men.
“You have half an hour, use her as much as you can.” With a laugh, he placed an upturned hourglass on the bricks supporting the furnace, and with that, he left, and Alice looked up tearfully as the six black pawns moved past her. She shuddered as she felt their hands, so many hands, gliding down her back, down to her tight cheeks. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the sounds and the heat of the furnace as thick, smooth plastic fingers forced into her privates. Two fingers in her pussy, then three, four, a fifth forced inside, stretching her cunt. Another finger pushed into her anus, and she clenched instinctively. Nothing had ever entered her bottom before, and she was momentarily carried away with the new sensation. The fingers pulled, and pushed, moving incessantly in her, but then they were gone, and something bigger started to enter her. It was cold, even in the furnace room, with rough edges. Surely not one of those weird pawn cocks, Alice thought, but suddenly the thing was gushing some kind of fluid into her, thick, and slippery. She twisted her head, pulling against the rope to look back, and saw the wide end of a funnel protruding from her pudenda. One of the pawns was holding a big can of what looked like thick black engine grease, and was pouring it into the funnel.
The grease filled her completely, working into every nook and cranny of her cunt, flowing down, dripping into a bucket that stood between the legs of the bench. As the funnel was whipped away, one of the pawns immediately shoved his big black dick into her. She coughed, shocked at the size of him, and despite herself, she felt a small pang of thrill as the cock shot a torrent of slime out of her. Alice whimpered, unable to hold back as the foot of thick, firm pawn prick slid all the way into her. This one was even longer and much thicker than Felix, she could feel every inch of her insides expanded fully.
The pawn didn’t hesitate, as soon as he was fully inside the little girl he pulled back, and began to fuck, a firm pacing, rythmic and powerful, his hands on her hips as he systematically violated her cunt.
Alice gasped, desperate for air as she was methodically pounded. She would never have believed that her pussy could have taken something that size. The lubricant dribbled from her as the plastic man’s hands gripped tighter.
This wasn’t as bad as she had thought, Alice pondered. His huge tool was so big she thought it would have ripped her to pieces, but her cunt was already open enough for it. She turned her head back, looking into the flames as the red pawns continued to shovel stuff into the furnace. She looked closer, it seemed that they were using not coal, but some kind of off-white gooey mulch, a bit like soft cheese. Curious, she wondered what it was even as she was jolted back and forth on the rough wood.
The first pawn slowed, his fingers dug into her skin, and she felt him begin to gush inside her. Where did that come from, she thought, surely they had no where for it to shoot from?
She had no time to relax, though, for as soon as the first one pulled himself from her pussy, a second took his place. This one was smaller, not by much, but she could tell from the way her pussy contracted onto him, enveloping him. He was faster, though, eager, maybe desperate as he screwed her. She felt one hand on the small of her back as the other come down between her buttocks. A finger pushed into her anus and she closed her eyes.
Alice tried to relax as much as she could. The first pawn had only taken a few minutes to get off, maybe this would all be over soon. The light from the furnace was suddenly gone, and she opened her eyes. In front of her was one of the pawns, one with a more or less normal dick. It was hard, curving upwards, and right in front of her face. She lifted her eyes, unable to lift her head. That pawn’s hands gripped the sides of her face, just as Felix had done this morning, and she found her mouth opening automatically. As soon as she did so, he pushed into her, his tool sliding up her tongue. It wasn’t quite like plastic, she thought, more like a hard rubber. It was warm, but then it was like sauna in the engine room anyway. His prick reached the back of her mouth, but kept going. Holding her head, he pushed, and the thick rubbery tube slid into her throat. Alice convulsed as it slid in, and suddenly brought up her stomach, bile exploding round his prick, thick and viscous. The pawn pulled out quickly and she looked up, fearing retribution. He smiled, and patted her on the head before his grin turned to a snarl and he rammed his dick home, sliding all the way down, causing her to retch again, bringing more bile up as he buried his cock in her throat.
She struggled to breathe and as the pawn shafted her little mouth, she bit down as hard as she could. He immediately stopped, she felt his fingers curling into her hair as suddenly he came. Quite the unexpected reaction, she thought, as almost scalding fluid erupted in her throat, mixing with vomit. She could taste a powerful aniseed flavour. He pulled out slowly, her teeth scraping on his member and as he withdrew, he chucked her under the chin and stepped away. As he moved his hands flashed into shapes, fingers darting rapidly. Was this how they communicated, Alice wondered? She’d never heard a sound out of them, and they had no real mouths.
The pawn in her pussy came then, a second big load flooding her. There were a few seconds after his extraction, before a third smooth prick slide inside. One of the black figures stepped in front of her again, and she looked up. It offered her a finger, and she opened her lips enough for him to push it in. She could taste the strange rubbery plastic flavour, the same as the other one’s cock, but also a musky scent. Her tongue explored before she suddenly realized that this must be the finger that had been in her arse. She recoiled from it, and the pawn looked up to his fellow, and began to click his fingers very quickly. Might this be their laughing? She wondered, as she spat, trying to rid herself of the flavour.
The dick in her cunt seemed to be growing, it was already much fatter than the previous two. She looked up at the hourglass. It seemed as though perhaps it was half empty now. The cock was changing shape, she realized, even as the pawn fucked it into her, it was getting wider, and developing ridges. He was pushing down into her, forcing her clitoris down against the wood. Alice was alarmed to realize that she was reacting to this fucking, her pussy was seeping juice, and she could feel a tingle.
The ribbed thing in her cunt was going quickly, too quickly, Alice felt herself close to an unwanted orgasm. As she got close, he finally spurted. He didn’t so much as slow down, his prick reaming her cunt even as he spilt his seed into her. As he pulled free she felt air entering her as her pussy took a second to close up. There was fluid dripping from her now, as the next pawn slid into her. This was the one with three snakes, she realized. They writhed deep inside her, twirling, flexing and exploring as the three sinewy lengths forced her open again.
The feeling was bizarre, not like any of the others. This felt wrong, but also it was touching all of her, she could feel the tentacles touching every one of her most tender areas. Alice looked up at the glass again, and saw it was perhaps two thirds gone. That relief was marred when one of the tentacles appendages suddenly slipped into her anus. It was much bigger than the finger had been and she squealed in shock. There was a sudden sound that she realized was several of the pawns clicking their fingers in laughter. The two snake-cocks in her cunt seemed to intertwine, locking together into a single hard prick.
The three cocks slammed into her, and she gulped in air as she was rammed from behind, rocking the bench. Alice flexed her hands, they were starting to go numb. As she did so the three snake-dicks pulled from her. The relief in her ring was immediate, but short lived as the pawn with the series of bulges popped the first one in. Alice felt her anus close round the bulb just as the triple snaked pawn stepped in front of her, his writhing tools by her lips. She opened her mouth, knowing there was no point resisting. The pawn pushed two in at once. They filled her mouth, squirming into her cheeks. There was a shove behind her, and she felt another two bulges pop into her raw arse. She was opened there now wider than she’d ever been. A fourth bulge forced its way inside her, maybe the size of an apple. The pain was intense, a burning sensation. This one didn’t seem to want to thrust much, he just made slight shifts, his odd shaped cock twitching in her bowels.
After a few moments of face-fucking his pair of dicks into her, she again tasted aniseed as they spurted on her tongue. He pulled them out, and Alice watched as those two went limp, and then began to disappear. The third was still big and hard though, and Alice could tell by the smell and streaks on it that this one had been in her backside. She clamped her mouth shut, determined that she would not taste her own arse again. As she did so, though, the weird one in her backside heaved, and rammed another bulge home. She couldn’t help but yelp at the sudden sharp pain, and that was enough, the third tentacle was slipped into her mouth, and her lips closed on it.
“Come on, you fucks, time’s nearly up!” It was the captain, judging by the voice. Alice’s eyes were tightly shut as the snake in her face pumped into her. She could taste her own bowels on it, a thick musty flavour.
At the sound of the captain’s voice the bulging cone cock in her arse pulled back, and then slammed in again, the passing of the shapes made her ring twitch and flutter. Again and again this happened, and Alice could feel her hole hanging open as the smaller ones passed.
Snake-dick came then, thick wads of licorice spunk filling her mouth. As he withdrew it drooled from her lips as she shrieked from the pain of her anus being ravished. The pawn in her arsehole erupted at the same time. As Alice felt her ring contracting after the violation, she suddenly felt movement, and with a shock of shame and helplessness, she realized she was shitting, explosively, splattering out feces, which sounded like it was mostly landing in the bucket.
The captain looked back and snorted with amusement.
“Oh, my. I suppose I should have told you we’ll be using that bucket to grease you up next time. Maybe it’ll be a little better, now, though, eh?” He sat back, pulling a stool from the shadows. One of the pawns untied one hand, and gripping it tightly, brought it behind her. There wasn’t a need for it, though, Alice didn’t have the strength to do anything. Soon, she was freed, and was carried back into the brig by two of the black plastic men.
As the bolt was slammed home, the captain looked through the window.
“I’m going to let you recover for a while, whilst we think of something new for you, then it’ll all start again. If you show me that you’re a grateful little girl, I’ll give you two hours, and some bread. If not, then one hour and no food.” Alice looked up.
“Thank you sir, for all the fucking.”
“You loved it, didn’t you?”
“I did, sir, I loved it,” Alice sobbed.
“Especially up that tight shitter, I’ll bet.”
“Yes, sir, especially in my rear, I loved being fucked in my rear.”
“You’re a quick learner, I’ll give you that.” Alice heard him laughing as he moved away, and soon all she could hear was the roar of the furnace, and the clanking of machinery. She rested her head against the wall of the brig, and closed her eyes.
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