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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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Demon Meets Dominatrix

A story about the dangers of meeting new men. What happens when the dominatrix finds herself at the mercy of something she can’t control? Read to find out 😉

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Waking in the dark

This is my first post here but hopefully not my last. Please let me know what you think. Much of this came from a dream so I understand if it’s a little weird at times. The rest is my embellishment.
I awoke in a dark room. There was no need for my eyes to adjust to any sort of light at all. The room was cold with dampness in the air. My lungs ached as I breathed in the chilly air. My head throbbed as if I had a horrible hangover, which was entirely possible since I can’t remember much of the night before. I tried to raise my arm to rub my aching head when I realized my arms were chained down to what I can only assume was the large steel table I was laying on. My ankles were chained as well. A strap bound my head and waist. I was completely immobile. I was also completely naked! I called out for anyone to help me but was answered by silence. My entire body ached. “What the hell is happening to me”? I screamed out. Again, nothing but silence. Desperately trying to remember anything, I recalled going out with my colleagues the night before to celebrate a new account. I remember being introduced to Rebecca, a friend of my boss. We enjoyed a drink and danced. She went home and that’s all I can remember. One lousy drink, I must have been drugged. There is no other reasonable explanation for why I am here. Wherever “here” is?
Having no Idea of the time, I lay there helpless for what must have been several hours, drifting in and out of consciousness. The pain in my body and head would not allow me rest. Suddenly I heard a noise from behind me. I called out again. “Hello? Is someone there? Please help me!” There was no answer. A dim light came on followed by the slamming of a door. Footsteps became louder coming towards me. “Who the hell are you and what the fuck is going on?” I shouted.
“Hush!” , came a soft voice in a whisper.
“If you don’t want to be punished you will be quiet”
“Where am I and why am I here?” I demanded. “Let me go!”
“I cannot and will not”, the soft voice getting louder now. I could clearly tell now it was a woman.
“You have a purpose here and you will fulfill your purpose, get used to it, you will be here for a long time to come.”
“I’m here to give you medicine for the pain I’m quite sure you are feeling. If you anger me, I will not give you any relief and you will eventually get sick.” She said as a matter of fact.
“What is my purpose here?” I asked
“You will see soon enough, for now you will sleep and recover. I’ll be back in a few days and we will introduce you to your new life.”
“A few days…..? What the fuck am I supposed to do if I have to go to the bathroom or eat?” My voice was shaking now.
“You will be fed, not to worry about that. One of my assistants will make sure of that. I have to keep you healthy for your purpose here. As far as having to go to the bathroom, well you will just have to do it where you lay. A little humiliation will do you good as you are going to spend the rest of your days in humiliation anyway.”
“You expect me to lay in my own shit and piss?” “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
She told me that I would be cleaned appropriately when it suited her and when my purpose was to be served but until then I should think about how to be a good little boy and mind my manners the next time she came to visit. She tolerated my outbursts this time but that would never happen again. I would soon understand quite well what her punishment was if I spoke out of turn or defied her in any way.
“One last thing before I go.” She hissed.
“You are not to utter so much as a word to any of my assistants. If I found out that you have spoken to them while I’m away, your punishment will be truly agonizing.”
With that she left. I never saw her face.
The dim light was left on. It barely lit the corner of the room behind me. I could make out a few things that were hanging on the wall and as my eyes adjusted I could plainly see that this was a torture chamber and nothing more. A sharp chill ran down my spine and I started to whimper to myself. What the hell is happening to me and why I thought over and over? The medication took effect. I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke blindfolded. I was given only one chance to see my surroundings before the dark became a permanent fixture. For the next few days the assistance would come and go, feeding me, brushing my teeth, shaving my most private areas and medicating me. Whatever medication they were injecting me with was no pain killer. I felt no affects of it whatsoever. My curiosity was killing me, I wanted to speak. The thought of whatever punishment I would endure kept my mouth shut. They had been feeding me fruits and vegetables so as you can imagine, there was no holding my bowel movements. I was humiliated, but I had no choice. Finally after the fourth day an assistant came in to clean me. She attached a chain to the strap around my waist; I was hoisted up in the air so that I was literally bent over backwards. The pain of this was unbearable. It was only the beginning of the pain and humiliation for the day though.
Once she was satisfied that I was clean enough, she inserted some sort of phallic device into my ass and I felt a warm rush of liquid enter my body.
“You must hold it until I say.” She commanded.
“I can’t”, I said. “It’s already coming out!”
Before I could finish my cries, the liquid came rushing out of me with force.
“Now you’ve done it! I am telling the mistress you spoke and you will be dealt with swiftly!”
“I’m sorry!” I cried out.
“Just shut your fucking mouth and do as you are told!” She screamed.
She shoved the long phallic object back into my ass as if she were trying to stab me with it. I winced in pain and she laughed at me. “That’s nothing compared to what the mistress will do to you, you filthy little boy!!”
All at once I felt the warm rush of the liquid enter me again, as well as the freezing water of being sprayed down with a hose. Strange as it may seem, I was actually getting aroused. My mind thought differently but my cock was growing harder by the second and I could not hide it. I felt the crack of a belt and then it struck me without warning on my stomach. I had little time to realize the pain before the second strike found its mark. I screamed in pain and felt the immediate swelling in my cock and the burning pain in my balls. She broke out in laughter once more. “That’s what you get you filthy little boy!!” My arousal was cut quite short by the excruciating pain in my groin. After another hour of cleaning every nook and cranny of my entire body I was drugged again and left alone to cry myself to sleep.
I assume it was the next day, though I can’t be clear on the time, the mistress was back. Without any greeting she began scolding me for defying her orders and speaking. I opened my mouth to speak again but the memory of the belt to my cock was fresh from yesterday and I thought better of it. Once the verbal scolding was over, she began telling me what my punishment would be.
“It will be extreme, but you must learn to obey me”
I was hoisted into the air once again, this time it was my entire body. She began whipping me with a long leather whip that looked like it came straight from medieval times. 20 lashes in all came crashing down over my body. She seemed to enjoy it most when it hit my cock and balls. The louder my cries were the more she seemed to enjoy it. She called me names and spit on me. She grabbed my balls and squeezed tightly. I felt as though they would pop at any moment.
She leaned in and whispered to me…”Now I want you to thank me for giving you the pleasure of pain, you will do this every time I punish you.” “Are we clear?”
“Yes mistress, thank you.” I whispered back, trying to stifle my crying.
“Good, you are learning to obey. Now I will explain why you are here and what your purpose is. You will ask no questions and you will not disobey.”
She began to lay it all out. I was picked by her and her assistants because they were told I was a bit of a man whore and needed some discipline. That was all beside the point though. The main reason I was brought here was for their amusement. They all had one thing in common; they all wanted a man for a pet and slave to do whatever their hearts desired. I was informed that once I was properly trained and humiliated and subdued that I would be doing anything they asked without objection. This could be anything from cleaning the toilet they just shit in to pleasuring them sexually. It would take some time and some hard learned lessons but I would eventually submit to their every whim. There were 5 of them in the house so I would certainly be kept busy. I was told to forget about my old life, no one knew where I was and I would certainly never return. I was their property now.
The drugs I had been given were to boost my sexual drive for when they decided they needed pleasure. Since there were 5 of them, there may be times when I am told to satisfy more than one at any given time. Plus there would most likely be beatings during the sexual acts and they didn’t want me going limp on them. My mind raced dizzily at all of this. I used to have fantasies about being used this way by many women, now it was a reality and I’m not so sure I want this anymore.
“You’re first lesson will be in how to please me.” She said as she climbed onto the table and squatted over my face.
“Lick my asshole you nasty fuck!” I resisted but it was short lived. She grabbed my balls and began to squeeze. “Lick my asshole or you will finally know what true pain is!!” I began to lick feverishly and to my surprise it was quite clean and soft. There was no taste. I hear the door open and shut. Then I heard the clicking of a camera. Pictures were being taken of me in this horrible position. I began to enjoy licking her ass. I felt her pussy juices drip onto my neck and I flicked my tongue over her hot swollen pussy. She squeezed my balls again, this time harder. “I said my ass you stupid fuck! You will learn to obey!” With that she rose up and positioned herself over my face and began pissing on me. “Open wide and drink it!” With my balls still firmly in her grasp, I did as I was told. Drinking down the putrid piss made me vomit. This enraged the mistress. “You have disobeyed, you have not pleasured me as you were told to do and now you have puked everywhere, you are a worthless fuck!” She quickly grabbed some sort of device that looked like it could be a battery charger and stuck it between my legs. She attached one end with a clamp around my cock and the other one went painfully in my ass. With a flick of switch electricity shot through me like a bolt of lightning. I passed out from the intense pain.
I woke a short time later as I was being cleaned up by one of the assistants. The lights were much brighter than before and I they had lifted the table to an upright position on the wall; I could see the whole room. All of the assistants were there plus a couple of men that wore masks to hide their faces. They never spoke the entire night. I wondered a couple times if they were captive and “trained” as well.
“I guess you will have to learn the hard way to obey me?” She sneered.
“Lift him!” The men came over and removed all the chains only to replace them with different ones. Soon I was lifted in to the air just as immobile and vulnerable as before. My arms and legs spread wide and my head held upright, though my body was parallel to the floor. For what seemed like an hour, she had the men whip me until I thought I would pass out again. I think she could tell that I was fading when she ordered them to stop. I thought it was finally over until she pulled her skirt up and bent over in front of me and backed her ass into my face. She wiggled back and forth. I could smell the disgusting odor of shit. She had just gone to the bathroom and did not wipe. I felt myself begin to vomit again but fought hard to hold back. Once I gained my composure I was ordered to open my mouth. She strapped a device to my head that kept my mouth from closing. She walked to my side and gave me a hard slap on the face and then the ass.
“I think he is ready now.” She said to the others, who all began simultaneously removing their clothes. One of the women grabbed a chair and put it in front of me. She sat on it with her legs up and resting on my shoulders. She scooted herself up to my face and instructed me to lick her pussy and ass until she came. Under no circumstances was I to stop until I was told to do so. The punishment would be worse if I did. I did as I was told. Her pussy was sweet and in no time she gushed her cream on my face. I moved my tongue to her ass and began licking it as if it were the sweetest thing on earth. It definitely was tasty. Mixed with her cum it was like nothing I had tasted before. My cock grew stiff and soon I felt gentle lips around the head of it. Only for a moment as the mistress ordered it be stopped.
“This disobedient little fuck does not deserve pleasure yet!” She shouted.
I continued to eat the assistant’s pussy and ass as I was told. I felt a pair of hands caressing my ass and back, then a finger crudely invading my asshole. I winced in pain but continued my job at hand. The finger was removed and I felt some saliva tricking over my hole, then the finger was put back in. Once it was lubed the sensation was quite nice and I began to moan a little.
“You like having a man explore you like that?” she said. My body stiffened, I was in shock. “What the fuck?” I thought to myself. I kept my focus. Maybe what I think is going to happen next wont. Please don’t do this I thought, pleaaase!
“Do it!” She shouted.
The man spread my ass apart and in one motion rammed his cock into my ass. My body jerked but it was no use. I had thought that he was all the way in but then he continued to stuff himself deeper into me. I’m well endowed but holy shit this guy was massive! He was roughly 10 inches and was ramming it all inside me. I could feel his balls smacking mine. The mistress positioned herself under me and began sucking my cock as the man fucked my ass like an animal. He started to grunt as if he was going to cum, the mistress ordered him not to cum in my ass. He pulled out and got in front of me and shoved his cock in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged as he shot his hot spunk.
“Swallow it or you will pay slave!” She hissed. I had no choice; his cock was still in my mouth. They continued this abuse for nearly 3 hours before they relented. All but the mistress had gone now. She knelt before me and said “well?”
“Thank you mistress for giving me the pleasure of pain.” I said.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.
“No, mistress, I did not.
“Then as long as you behave this will never happen again and the only ass that will be fucked is mine by you. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”

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Not given a chance (chapter 4)

Miles wins the lottery and decides to make his dream a reality! (This is my first story please be nice 😛 I encourage you to criticize though) this series is absolutely fake as far as I know it’s all my imagination.

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Kidnapped, tortured and raped (1)

His laughter rang throughout the dimly lit room in a menacing, villianous tone. He stood at the side of a bed, wearing nothing but a twisted smile on his face, belt in hand. The bed was filthy. Dried blood stains, cum stains, piss and dirt covered the linens. It had been well used, for purposes that most never even dreamed of. The sickest nightmares couldn’t compare to this man’s reality. “Wake up, little girl,” he cooed, nudging the sleeping figure on the bed with a large, calloused hand. She had long, black hair that went down to the small of her back and tanned skin. She was short for her age; being 18 and 5’2. As she began to awaken, the man slipped back into the shadows, waiting for his little victim to begin panicking. This was his favorite part.
The girl’s eyes fluttered open with a soft groan and almost immediately, she was aware of the dull ache in her skull. It felt as though someone had hit her with a bat. She opened her eyes wider and gasped, trying to process her surroundings. Her eyes ran across the room in a panic. She couldn’t make out much. The room was shrouded mostly in darkness. She attempted to sit up and realized her hands and feet were bound tightly with thick rope to the bed. Her legs were spread wide and to her horror, she was completely naked. “What the fuck? Where the hell am I? HELLO? Is there anybody there?!” she screamed. “HELP!” Little did she know, she was far from civilization and nobody was coming to her rescue. She was all alone, save for the man in the room. Her cries for help fell on deaf ears, succeeding only in hardening the cock of her capturer. He licked his lips, waiting for her tears. He loved it when his victims began crying. They looked so helpless. So beautifully helpless.
It wasn’t long until she began crying. “P-please, somebody, help me!” she yelled, twisting and thrashing in the ropes. All she managed to do was injure her wrists and ankles. The ropes held taught; she hadn’t even gotten them to loosen.
Her crying quieted down when she heard a thick, deep voice. “Hello, Alyssa,” the voice said. Immediately, the girl tensed. Her breath caught in her throat and she turned to the corner of the room where she thought the voice was coming from.
“Who’s there? How do you know my name?” she called out, focusing her eyes to try and see in the dark.
Slowly, footsteps inched toward her and the man revealed himself. “I’ve been watching you,” he said simply. The sight of his nakedness, the belt in his hand, and the scar that covered half his face made the small girl scream in terror. She began struggling in the ropes again, screaming over and over. He looked to be out of a horror movie. The left side of his face appeared melted. His left eye socket was also empty. The burnt flesh ended at the top of his mouth, allowing him to grin wolfishly, showing teeth. His face hinted at an age of 40 or older. As her eyes fell from his face to the belt, she also noticed the hard-on he was supporting. To say it was huge was an understatement.
“Now, now. Settle down, little girl… Or daddy will have to punish you,” the man said in a matter-of-fact tone. Alyssa was far too gone in her panic to listen. She continued her screaming, calling repeatedly for help. Irritated, the man lifted the belt to strike it down hard on the bed right beside her, shouting loudly.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!”
That did the trick. Alyssa froze, peering large, shocked eyes up at him. She whimpered, unable to stop the tears from coming. “I’ll do anything, don’t kill me please. I’m only eighteen. I don’t want to die,” she begged, crying. Her terrified eyes met his cold, dead ones. There was nothing there to bargain with. His sanity had left him. He had no conscience. There was only the urge to dominate, to destroy, to kill. Some part of Alyssa acknowledged that, but hope led her to believe that she might be able to convince him somehow to let her go. As if she could be so lucky.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he lied. “Just listen to me and do what I say, and I’ll let you go.”
Alyssa nodded feverishly, hysteria rising up in her throat. “Anything, I’ll do anything you say! Just please, please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
The man smiled, settling himself down on the bed beside her. She flinched, her heart beating a mile in her chest. “My name is Alex, but you’re going to call me Master,” he said, reaching out to grip her jaw in a crushing grip. “Understand?”
The frightened girl nodded, stuttering a timid reply. “I-I understand.”
“Open your mouth,” he said.
“Why?”
“JUST OPEN IT!” he bellowed, his temper flaring. He hated having to repeat himself.
Quickly, Alyssa complied, parting her lips wide. Alex quickly pushed three fingers into her mouth and down her throat. Gagging, Alyssa attempted to jerk her head away. “Stay still,” he commanded, using his other hand to grip her hair painfully tightly to keep her head in place.
“If you bite me, I’m going to rip out your teeth one by one. If you throw up on me, I will gut you alive,” he stated in a hard tone, pulling out the three fingers now coated in saliva only to push them back down her throat. He built a quick rhythm, pulling his fingers out only to delve them into her throat again. She choked and gagged, thankful her stomach was empty.
When Alex was satisfied, he grinned and pet his cock, circling his large fingers around his thick member to coat it in the girl’s saliva. “This is going down your throat next.” Staring down at his enormous cock in horror, she shook her head and cried in dismay. Alex scowled, backhanded her cheek hard enough to bruise.
“This is when you thank me for letting your slutty mouth pleasure my cock. Say it, bitch.” Alex slapped her again, the loud smacking sound filling the room along with Alyssa’s sobbing.
“Thank y-you,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision.
“Wrong, bitch. Whenever you speak to me, you address me as Master.” Looking down at her, Alex was getting so aroused. She looked so helpless and worn down, as if the world had turned its back on her. Her tears made his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her into submission right there and then, but told himself that it would be sweeter with the wait.
Getting off the bed, he gripped the belt tightly in one hand, supporting another sick smile. “We’re going to play a game. Each time I hit you with this belt, you’re going to say ‘Thank you, Master.’ And if you fail to do so, that’s another scar that’s going to ruin your perfect skin.” He walked into the shadows and returned with a fairly large knife. It gleamed even in the dim light. “Get it?” he asked, leaning down to run the edge of the blade lightly against her cheek, cutting her just a little. A drop of blood welled up and trailed down her skin.
Eyes wide with fear, Alyssa cried and nodded. She was crying so much, she could barely reply. “Y-y-yes, Master.”
Alex straightened and curled the belt around his hand to get a good grip on it before lashing it down to meet the girl’s breasts, leaving a painful-looking red welt. She let out a loud scream, unable to get any words in between before he hit her again. “Two scars,” he said, lifting the belt to strike it down yet again.
“Thank you, Master!” she yelled out, which was met with another hit from his belt.
“Thank you, Master!” she said again, repeating those words until her torso was covered with angry, red welts. She was left sobbing and whimpering, squirming in pain as Alex sat down beside her.
“There, there,” he said, admiring his work. She was bleeding and bruised in various places.
“Now, for those scars…” Trailing off, he reached for his knife and pressed it just before her collar bone, cutting deep enough so that she was bleeding profusely. Lines of red dripped down her bare breasts. Alyssa cringed in pain, looking away from the knife in his hand. She had never handled gore very well. Unluckily for her, Alex moved the knife to her forehead, slicing through the skin just below her hairline. Head wounds bled a lot and soon, Alyssa had to close her eyelids not to let the blood from the cut get into her eyes. She wailed in pain, tugging on her hands and feet.
While Alyssa was trying to cope with the stinging pain of being cut so deep, Alex climbed onto the bed and stradled her chest. Sensing the movement and then the pressure of Alex’s body, Alyssa opened her eyes to find the man’s cock staring at her. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but the sound was muffled as Alex grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He thrust in deep, shoving all of his meat down her throat. He felt her throat muscles convulse and contract in panic and moaned in pleasure. Looking down, he saw her eyes watering and her lips fitted around his fat cock like a vice. “Whore,” he said, slapping her cheek and pulling out.
Alyssa gasped for breath, coughing and sputtering. “D-don’t!” she managed to say just before Alex pried her jaw open and thrust in again.
“You think you’re in any position to tell me what to do, whore?!” he screamed down at her, pulling his cock out only to stuff it back into her mouth, giving her only a second to get a breath. He continued that fast, rough pace, fucking her throat as though it was her cunt. Alyssa’s chin dribbled with saliva and her face was covered in blood and tears. It hurt having her throat stretched so wide and Alyssa’s lungs burned, starving for air.
“You walk around, thinking all highly of yourself. I saw you turn that guy down yesterday. He was twice your size. Had he any brains, he would have cornered you in an alley and fucked your brains out while he slit your throat, whore. You think women have power? You think women can make any real choices? Well, you’re fucking wrong. Men let you think that. You inferior bunch of sluts are good for only one thing: sex. You agree, don’t you?” The way he spat those words while he throat-fucked Alyssa made it perfectly clear that Alex was misogynistic.
“Nod, bitch.” Pulling his cock out of Alyssa’s mouth, he took some of the saliva dripping from her chin and smeared it all over her face. She gasped for air and nodded obediently, grateful she could finally breath. The break didn’t last long before he stuffed his cock back into her mouth. Using her hair as a handle, he pushed her head forward and roughly pulled it back to repeat the process, bobbing her head on his cock. He continued doing this for another ten minutes before he sped up the pace, grinding her nose against him each time he pulled her head up to stuff her mouth with thick meat. His breath hitched and he pushed her head down and shoved himself all inside her, keeping himself there as he shuddered and pumped five loads of cum down her throat.
Alyssa began frantically struggling, her body jerking in the ropes as he came down her throat, blocking her airway and forcing her to swallow his sperm. He stayed there in her throat, choking her for a minute more. It wasn’t long before she passed out, the lack of oxygen causing her to fade into blackness. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed, suddenly limp. Alex only laughed, pulling his wet cock out of her mouth. He walked out of the room, grinning. He couldn’t wait until she woke up.
—
Half an hour later, Alyssa groaned and opened her eyes, thinking of the terrible dream she just had. As she took in her surroundings, she realized it was no dream. Alex was there in between her legs, his cock positioned to the entrance of her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream and noticed the aching pain in her throat. It hurt so much. That didn’t stop her from screaming however. Alex only laughed and slapped her hard, leaving a red mark. “Shut up, bitch.”
Before she could begin talking, Alex pushed himself against her, rock hard once more. The head of his thick, lengthy cock entered her tight pussy. She screamed in utter agony, feeling the hole of her cunt stretch wide to accomodate his girth. As a result of the brutality, it tore in two places, bleeding. He hadn’t used any lubricant and she was completely dry from being so terrified. He wasn’t thinking of her pleasure in the least. Alyssa clawed at the bed, gasping and screaming.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, PLEASE STOP!” she screamed, fresh tears in her eyes.
Alex responded by pushing her legs completely apart and giving a hard shove forward, burying his fat cock in her completely, the tip bumping painfully against her cervix. The poor girl let out a howl of pain which was quickly drowned out as Alex bent down to kiss her hard, bruising her lips. When he pulled away and began thrusting in her painfully fast, her body heaved with sobs and she shook her head in denial. “No, no, no, nooo,” she cried, shaking.
Suddenly, Alex stopped moving inside her. He spoke in a soft tone, much different from how he had spoken to her before. “You’re letting yourself suffer,” he told her.
“Tell yourself you like it. You like what I’m doing to you. You were born to take cock. It’s your true purpose in life. You want to be stuffed with my cock. Say it. Believe it.” He reached forward with a hand and Alyssa cringed, though he only used the lightest of touches to caress her cheek; an odd gesture considering his cock was twitching deep inside her ravaged pussy.
“Say it,” he said again, his tone a little harsher.
Alyssa looked up at him, crying still and stuttered out the words between hiccups, “I-I want to be s-stuffed with your cock,” she repeated.
“Good girl,” he breathed out, beginning to move inside her again. She balled her hands into fists and clenched her teeth from the pain, trying her hardest to tell herself she was enjoying this. Anything to get the stinging pain to lessen.
Because he didn’t want his cock to chaf, he helped her arousal by rubbing two fingers in quick circles on her clit as he pumped in and out of her. After a few minutes, she began responding to the stimulation, wetting his cock with her juices. It was easier now for Alex to pump her pussy like a piston, moving so fast that he rocked the bed. Alyssa’s breasts also bounced with the force of his deep thrusts. He dipped his head low while he fucked her, taking one breast into his mouth to rasp his teeth on the flesh. His tongue flicked against her sensitive nipple, causing it to harden. Despite herself, Alyssa moaned softly, her eyes glazed over.
“Tell me who are you.”
“I-I’m Alyssa.”
“No, you’re my slave.”
“I’m your slave.”
“What are you?”
She didn’t need to be told what he thought she was. “I’m a whore, Master.”
Smiling, Alex thrust in extra deep to get a wince out of her. “Exactly.” He continued to fuck her tight, wet pussy, curling his hand around her neck hard enough to choke her. The walls of her tiny cunt clenched all around him, trying to push out the intrusion each time he thrust in. He only moaned, enjoying the constricting sensations.
His hand around her neck felt like a vice; it tightened slowly and once again, he stole her breath. She gasped for air and pulled on her wrists, burning them on the ropes. He continued to choke her as he used her, pulling out to the tip only to roughly pound himself back into her. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. Feeling a familiar burning in her throat and lungs, she looked pleading eyes up at him. She felt herself losing consciousness again.
Alex paid no heed to the desperate look on her face and fucked her relentlessly, choking her while he did so. In and out, in and out, he fucked like he wanted to beat her cervix with his cock. Soon, his pace sped up even more and his hand around her throat tightened further. He placed his other hand on her right breast and squeezed tightly, digging his fingernails into the flesh. Meanwhile, she was gasping for breath and clawing in her restraints, suffering helplessly through the torture.
Gritting his teeth, Alex thrust in one last time with a loud groan, pumping her pussy full of cum. He dumped load after load inside her, just as he had done with her mouth. The last thing Alyssa was aware of was the warm cum spurting inside her before she passed out, lying limp beneath him. Alex collapsed on top of her unconscious form and breathed heavily. He laughed, getting on his elbows to look down at her. She was a mess of blood, welts and bruises. Her neck had his fingertips imprinted in purple and blue. “Fucking beautiful,” he commented, shifting to kiss her lips, delving his tongue into her unresponsive mouth. It was like making out with a corpse, but he could feel her beating heart underneath his body.
He planned to fuck her ass as well, but he would need to be patient. “Wait until you wake up,” he murmured, getting off of her and stalking out of the room.
—
When Alyssa woke for a third time, she was instantly aware of the pain in her neck and throat. It hurt to move her head and it hurt to breath. The rest of her body ached as well, especially her sore vagina. She looked around the dark room in despair, crying silently to herself. “I’m going to die here. He’s going to kill me,” she sobbed in a tiny voice, too tired to fight against the ropes.
“I’m not going to kill you unless you give me a reason to. Do what I want and I’ll let you live.” The voice came out of nowhere and jerked Alyssa to attention. Alex stepped into the room and smiled at her, still naked from head to toe. He was supporting another hard-on. Alyssa whimpered in fear, wanting to melt into the bed.
“Why are you doing this to me?! I’ve never done anything to you!” she screamed, crying. She was shaking in fear and the anxiety in her stomach kept rising as he stepped closer.
“Oh, the classic ‘why me’ response. You just happened to catch my interest while I was out in the city. No fault of your own, really. I just had to have you.” He sat at the side of the bed, looking down at her with one shockingly blue iris.
“What do you think I’m going to do after I’m done fucking you? Cut you up into little pieces and scatter you all over the forest?” He grinned after he asked her, the scars on the burnt half of his face scrunching up. She shook her head in horror, crying.
“No, please, I’ll do anything. Please don’t kill me! I’ll be your whore, I’ll do anything. Anything you want, I’ll do it!” Her voice rang in desperation, brightening her captor’s smile. It was exactly the response he wanted to hear.
“Really? Anything?”
“Yes, anything, I promise!”
“Good. Guess I won’t have to kill you now.” There was some humor in his voice.
Alex stood up then, going to the headboard of the bed to begin untying one of her wrists. She gaped up at him in disbelief. She wondered why in the world he was untying her. Grinning at her obvious expression, the man spoke. “I’m going to untie you now and if you try to run away, I’m going to take a bat and beat you to death with it. Do you doubt me?” he asked, turning to her as he freed her hand. Alyssa’s eyes widened and she shook her head ‘no.’ Alex moved to untie her other wrist. Soon, he had freed all her limbs. This allowed her to sit up on the bed. She looked down at her wrists and ankles. They were bloody and bruised from all the struggling she had put up. Unable to help herself, she looked around for an exit, her eyes darting around the dark room frantically. There were no windows. Just one door.
Noticing her wandering eyes, Alex spoke up. “I think you need a demonstration.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a wooden bat.
Alyssa backed away in fear, shaking her head. “Oh god no, please! I won’t run, I won’t run!” she screamed, pressing her back against the headboard. She curled up into a trembling ball, clutching her legs to her chest and pressing her face to her knees. She lost all hope. There was no way she could make it to that door. It was probably locked too, she thought.
Alex dropped the bat and kicked it back underneath the bed. He climbed onto the bed beside Alyssa. Upon hearing the bed shift, the tiny girl tensed in anticipation. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” she asked, unable to look at him. She felt his hand touch her knee and whimpered.
“Look at me.”
Alyssa lifted her head, knowing full well not to disobey him. His face was so close, she shrieked and tried to back away, but there was no place to go. He stared at her with a lustful gaze, his eyes running over her blood-matted breasts. “If you continue to be a good little whore, I won’t have a reason to kill you. It’s only when you become useless that I’ll want to get rid of you.” He spoke softly, reaching out to pet her head. She wanted to get as far from him as possible, but used sheer will not to back away.
“Will you do everything I say?”
“Yes, Master.”
Alex lay down on his back beside her crumpled form on the bed. He easily pulled her to stradle his waist, making her sit on his erect cock. Her cunt was still slippery from his cum and rubbed against his cock as he settled her in position. “You’re going to take all of my cock up your ass. You’re going to ride me as fast as you can, no matter how much it hurts. Got that, bitch?”
Alyssa looked down at him in horror, but nodded eitherway. It was this or death. However, there was no way she would be able to take him dry. She wanted some sort of lubricant. Reaching inside her cunt which was still wet from his cum, she coated her fingers in the juices and rubbed them all over his cock and her own asshole. Reluctantly, she gripped the base of his length and positioned the tip in between her cheeks. Alex settled his hands on her hips, grinning devilishly up at her.
Slowly, Alyssa pushed herself down on his cock, feeling the head get past her sphincter muscles. “It’s so fucking big, oh my god..” It hurt so much and she tried to stifle her cries of pain while she impaled herself, forcing herself to take more of his cock into her ass. She clenched her teeth and began sobbing, shaking her head.
“I can’t do it, fuck fuck fuck.. It hurts so much!”
“Do it or I’ll kill you right now.”
Alyssa made a defeated, pained noise and pushed herself further down, taking more of his meat. Losing patience, Alex gripped her hips tightly and pushed her down all the way, forcing her to take his entire cock. She screamed out in agony, breathing hard.
“Ride it. Now.” His tone was angry. He was tired of waiting for her. He didn’t care what kind of pain she was in. All he cared about was his own pleasure.
Alyssa closed her eyes and began rocking herself on his cock, feeling as though her ass was on fire. His meat stretched her hole wide apart and her insides sprawled to allow each penetration as she took him in and out. The man groaned in pleasure and pushed his hips up to meet her ass, allowing for a deeper penetration. “You feel so good, baby,” he moaned, tightening his grip on her hips to bruise the skin. “But now, it’s my turn to take control.”
Alex pushed her off his cock and sat up quickly, grabbing her by her hair to push her on her hands and knees. “Arch your back,” he instructed as he got behind her. Spitting on his cock, he shoved it back into her asshole, paying no mind to her screams. He began fucking her asshole in a rough, fast pace, causing his balls to slap against her cunt each time. Once again, the bed creaked and rocked with their bodies and Alyssa’s hanging breasts moved to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Alex reached his arm around to play with Alyssa’s clit while he fucked her asshole. By now, she had stopped screaming. His fingers rubbed in quick circles around the sensitive nub, sending little waves of pleasure through her body. She focused on those sensations to get her through the pain. Soon, she was moaning wantonly, her eyes glazed over. She was utterly broken.
The man continued to push his cock in and out of her asshole, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm approaching. Alyssa too was on the verge of a climax. He kept fucking her and rubbing her clit as he came inside her ass in a torrent of cum. She cried out, tensing and squirming as the waves of pleasure consumed her and she came undone, reaching orgasm by the hand of the very man who had repeatedly raped her. Alex pumped her ass a few more times before pulling out. She collapsed onto the bed in a panting mess and Alex lay down beside her, pulling an arm around her waist to pull her close.
“Will you let me go now? I did everything you wanted,” she whispered, turning to look up at him sheepishly through her lashes.
“Not a chance.” He locked his arms around her back and pushed her breasts to his chest, pressing on the bruises covering her body.
She sighed, wondering why she wasn’t feeling shocked, angry or frightened. Perhaps it was because she had given up hope. She accepted what was happening to her. She accepted that she was helpless. All she felt was fatigue and pain.
Resting her head against his chest, she closed her eyes and began to drift off into a deep sleep. Strangely, she thought she saw him gently kiss her forehead before sleep took her.

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Fantasm

African Pirates – Journey into Sex Slavery 3

Amy, her husband Scott, and her sister Jen are forced to endure intensifying sexual depravity as the Somali pirates prepare to take their human ‘loot’ back to shore. Just as Amy’s husband is doomed to die a sadistic death, can luck intervene? Will the Americans somehow gain their freedom or be forced into a life of sexual enslavement?

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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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