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Trapped in a Tower

Anyway, this is my first story on the site. I got the idea while on Kong one day from 1shawn1, who is writing a story. I said it needed a shitload of sex because it had a lot of potential, but he said he didn’t want to. So, I’m writing it!

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Breaking Cain

Cain Wanted to join a fraternity, but didn’t expect such a warm welcome!! Please leave relevant comments or else I will get them deleted!!! Stop putting adverts up on my stories!!!

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Paula

Paula and her boyfriend had a nice con going until they tried it on the same man twice

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Creating a slave, chapter 3

Creating a Slave Chapter 3.
Kim woke up lying in her cell. She kept her eyes closed and thought about the actions earlier. She had no idea if it was yesterday or only a few hours ago. Judging by the pain left in her sore body, it was only a few hours. Her entire torso was on fire, the pain from the whip and other things was still wrecking her.
she finally opened her eyes and took in her cell, nothing seemed to have changed from the last time. `you are finally awake?’, Kim shot up and looked where the voice came from. There in the far corner of the cell sat a beautiful girl, long locks of burnt blond hair, a bit younger than her, dressed in nothing but hookers clothes and looking intently at her. “who are you?”. ‘I no longer have no name’ she replied, ‘I have no more need for one, I am the property of my master, just as you are’. ‘If it comforts you, you may think up a name’.
Kim was shocked by this answer, this beautiful girl, so young, had completely surrendered to this monster that had captured not only her it seemed. “What do you mean, no name. everybody has a name, don’t you remember how your mother called you?” ‘mother? I have no more memories than with my master.’ Kim was even more scared, this girl didn’t even remember her own mother. “Why are you here?” ‘To make sure you were alright, the master doesn’t want you to be hurt this soon’ the girl replied. ‘Are you in pain of some sort’ the girl continued. “Those whiplashes still hurt like a bitch, but further I am physically okay I think” Kim answered. ‘Physically, but not mentally?’ the girl questioned. “no, why would anyone do this, you don’t abduct people and make them your slaves. But never mind, the police will come here and arrest him.” ‘I hate to tell you this, but you aren’t even in the united states anymore. Not in Mexico or Canada either. The American police cant rescue you here.’
The world for Kim collapsed. It seemed like an eternity before she moved, and then she moved to cover her face because she was bawling her eyes out. Her one hope, the police, was just removed from her. “then what about the military? Or the CIA or….” ‘They will not come.’ “I need to think this over” Kim said to the girl. ‘There is nothing to think on, you are property not a human being. I was instructed by master to make sure you were unhurt. This seems to be the case so I will leave now.’
The slave girl walked through the door and left Kim alone in her cell.
Kim was crying hysterically and slowly taking in her situation. She was abducted by a unknown man, not in the USA anymore, not even in North America. She was in an unknown complex, with guards and at least one more slave. The man seemed to want her as a sex slave, or just using it to break her. But the worst part was that she didn’t know why her? Why for gods sake her? She never hurt the man, she never even met him. The more she thought, the more angry she got, the more violent her fantasy’s became.
The slave girl exited the cell and saw her master standing next to the door. She quickly got on her spread knees and put her hands behind her head. Her master didn’t say anything to her, just grabbed a hold of her hair and dragged her towards a room. She was cooperating as much as she could, but the master was angry for some reason. “Go get my cattle prod” he shouted at her. She quickly obeyed. The cattle prod was a unique design, in stead of two metal pins at the end it had a bulb like end. The slave girl immediately knew what was going to happen. She didn’t like this punishment, but she was property and could not think for herself. The normal version of this punishment was just putting the end to her skin, witch would hurt like a bitch but that’s it. The more severe version was the insertion of the end in her cunt. That wouldn’t hurt like a bitch, but like 10 bitches.
“Bend forward and hold your ankles”. John positioned the cattle prod in front of her worthless cunt. At the last moment he changed his mind, he took away the device and spit on it. He then rammed it without any mercy in the slave’s asshole. He turned on the electricity and drank in the glorious screams. “Do you know why I’m punishing you?” John asked the twitching slave. ‘No master, I do not.’
“What were your orders with the new property?” ‘To be kind to her, check if she was hurt anywhere and …. Oh. master, please punish this fleshbag anyway you want. It has not done its duty.’ “You were not to take away her hope of escape. But no trouble, now I have an excellent idea to break her down even further.” John began to laugh while he pulled out several knives, needles and whips. “I’m going to show dear Kim why she shouldn’t disobey me”.
Kim was abruptly torn from her happy vicious fantasy’s by the arrival of a guard. A bag was placed over her head and she was lead back to the torture room she guessed. When they entered the room she was shoved roughly on a huge triangular piece of wood, the top angle was covered in stainless steel. Her feet were tied to the ground and her hands behind her back. She couldn’t move an inch, not that she wanted, that would hurt very much. He then gagged her mouth with duct tape.
‘Welcome back dear new toy, I brought you now because of an unfortunate incident involving you. You see, this meat behind me told you that you had no hope of escape. That was my job, I had planned this whole thing and that stupid cow behind me ruins, a small, but nevertheless a part of your torture. This meat disobeyed my direct command. It will be punished, and because I am never without a backup, you get to watch. This is what you get for disobedience.’
Kim looked in horror at the slave girl. She was blindfolded, standing naked upright with her hands chained to the ceiling and a spreader bar around her ankles. Kim didn’t need to see the girls eyes to know she was terrified. John got behind the slave and without any warning plunged a needle through her left nipple. Not in the way a piercing would go, but straight in her chest. Without waiting for a scream or a beg for mercy he did the same thing with the right nipple. The screams were deafening. There were no words in them, just primal screams. ‘I coated the needles with a little bit of salt before plunging them in, if you wondered.’ He then pulled out the needles and got a ball of yarn and a stitching needle. ‘what do you think is going to happen now, new toy?’ Kim gave no answer, still in shock over the ruthless attitude of John. ‘speak up or it is going to happen to you!’ “you are going to stitch her nipples together?” ‘hahaha, no way worse than that, that’s childsplay. I’m going to stitch her pussy and normal lips together. Starting with her normal ones.
The girl, Kim couldn´t believe it, got even more frightened. But she knew better than to speak back to her owner, he would be even more creative. “You see, dear new toy, I train my toys to obey me, but never take away the fear of me. I like it more that way, you get even better en more satisfying screams. John took hold of the girls hair and yanked it backwards, the needle dangerously close to her lips. He pushed the needle slowly through her bottom lip and back through the upper lip. After that he repeated it until her mouth was completely sown together. Blood was trickling down over her chin and into her neck. Tears rolled out the poor girls eyes, John licked them up with great satisfaction.
“Now, time to start down there, don’t you think, new toy?” Kim was crying too by now, the girl may have taken away her entire hope of rescue, but she didn’t deserve this. “Crying already now, it has only just begun. Don’t look away, this is the fun part. But you know what people say, safety first.” He then put a small spreader bar in between the inner thighs of the slave. “Now my hands won’t get clamped” he laughed. The stitching lasted about two minutes in real life, but to Kim and especially the slave girl it lasted an eternity. “That is what I call a pretty sight” John called. There was not much blood, just a few tiny drops, but it was enough to show Kim just how painful it had been.
John walked around the slave again and got two pieces of rope from a table. He proceeded to tie the girls ankles to the floor. After that he unchained her arms. “Bend forward and spread your ass” John commanded. He then walked over behind Kim and got a bullwhip. “Time for some target practice” he whispered in Kim’s ear. Kim didn’t know whether the slave girl knew what to expect but when the first strike landed directly on the girls asshole she let out an unprecedented howl. The stitching on her mouth began to bleed a little harder, a clear sign the yarn was cutting further into her flesh. “Right on the money the first time, I should go to Vegas with that luck. Only fourteen to go, of course if they miss they don’t count.” John said. John needed 22 strikes to complete his own challenge. Blood now flowed freely over the girls face, mixing with her tears and going into her hair and to the ground.
Not really wanting to damage his property further John decided to remove the stitching. But in stead of cutting through all the yarn he just loosened one end of it and pulled it all the way through, letting the yarn cut even further in her flesh. The second the last yarn came out of her mouth John rammed an O-gag in the girls mouth. He took out his cock and started to pound the girls throat. He occasionally rammed it all the way in and kept it there till the girl turned blue. He would give her a second to catch her breath before doing it again. Finally he couldn’t hold his orgasm anymore and shot it over the girls lips. The girl began screaming yet again, Kim didn’t really understand at once, she never blew a guy till he came, just to get him hard. “a guy’s cum is quite salty” John explained at seeing her confused face.
John thought the girl was punished enough now, all the anger he had was gone and Kim seemed to understand not to disobey him. She was not broken, not by a long shot however, he still had so much fun to plan with is new toy. He called the guard back into the room and had Kim removed from the wooden device she was on. Then John got a great idea, the stitching was still in the girls cunt. He told the guard to wait with bringing Kim back to her cell and quickly pulled out the yarn from the slaves cunt. John walked out of the room and returned with a strap-on, he attached it to Kim and moved her behind the still tied up slave, cunt bleeding fresh drops of blood on the floor. “Fuck this girl till you absolutely can’t move anymore” John commanded Kim. Kim was looking like deer in a headlight until she remembered that she could be next with the torture. Extremely disgusted with herself and feeling very, very guilty to the slave she moved directly behind the girl. John put the tip of the dildo against the girls cunt and Kim slammed it home. A strange pain filled moan came out of the slaves mouth. John also heard the slight pleasure in the moan and told Kim to stop. When she pulled out he realigned the rubber cock with the slaves still raw asshole. Kim hesitated now, clearly even more disgusted with the idea of fucking another girls asshole than the previous. She shouldn’t have waited, John had already swung his whip. Landing on Kim’s right butt cheek she instinctively jumped forward, pushing the cock in the slave’s ass. The girl let out a pain filled whimper, witch seemed to please John. “Now move those hips” John commanded. Kim obeyed and for the first time in her life she fucked a girl. Kim moved for all she was worth and could keep slamming the girl for about seven minutes.
“That is enough” John said. Kim immediately pulled out and collapsed exhausted on the floor. Not two seconds later the slave joined her laying on the floor. Put both back in the same cell John said to the guard.

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Falling into slavery: Chapter 5

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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

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.
*Let me know if you guys want something specifically in the next installments of Ashlynn being slave for two weeks. Thanks for reading!*

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