I am currently 13 year-old. I am kind of skinny and short for my age, but I mature a bit earlier than most of the girls in my class. It wasn’t long ago I learn that I can make my self feel high by touching my own private parts. Girls at my age are usually curious about sex, and I do too. Every time my neighbour watches porno I would peak over my window and watch as well. Free porn, why not?

        One day after I took a shower I realize I forgot to wear a bra. Coincidently all my other bras are currently in the washing machine. Then I remembered I hung one outside for drying yesterday, so I went to get it. When I was about to take it down, a strong wind blew my bra over to my new neighbour’s house. I thought about going over to take it back, but I am very embarrassed. I tried not to wear it, but it feels very uncomfortable when my T-shirt rubbing my tits. After some mental struggle, I decided to go over to his place and ask for it back.

*Ding Dong*

        A man came answered the door, half naked.

“What is it little girl?”

“Ummm…one of my clothes flew into your house, can I have it back please?”

        My face burns like fire when I see his half naked body, but I decided I have to do what I came to do.

“O…I will go look for it for you, please come in.”

“Ummm…okay…thank you.”

        I was a girl in development, which includes my brain. I have no idea how dangerous it can be for a weak small girl like me to go into a house of a perverted man. It was like a lamb going into a wolf’s cave.

“Please wait here, I will go inside my room and look for it.”

“Thank you.”

        While he was gone, I took my chance to observer his house, and I regret doing so. His whole house is full of nude girl posters. I tried to keep my eyes on the floor, hoping he would hurry up so I can leave this place. After about 10 minute he came out of his room, holding what looks to be my bra.

“Is this what you are looking for?”

“Yes! Thank you very much!”

        He passed me my bra, but the moment I touch it I sense something slimy. I don’t know what it’s called, but after watching so many porno over my window, I have a pretty good guess what this white liquid is.

“You…you pervert!”

        I was so pissed and embarrassed it took me a while to say that.

“Hahaha, it looked pretty nice so I borrowed it for a while. Do you want me to show you how to play?” said the man with a disgusting grin, touching my shoulder at the same time.

        He is looking down below my head. Following his eyes I try to figure out what he is staring at. Just as I suspected, he was staring at my breasts. No wonder I can’t feel my breasts a while back. They were stimulated by my T-shirt rubbing against them. They were hard and looked as if they wanted to burst out of my tight T-shirt.

“You bastard! Let go of me now or I will shout!”

        Angry, embarrassed, and scared. I shout at him at a tone I don’t even know I could do. Apparently stunned by me he immediately retreated his hand.

“Yo…yo…chill girl. I was just joking…you can take your bra back.”

        Eager to leave this place, I turned my back and started walking toward the door. That was another immature mistake I made. The moment I have my back facing him he grabbed me from behind and lifted my T-shirt up to covered my face. My shout for help never went far.

         Struggling for my life, I don’t have time to protect my exposed breasts. One hand tried to push him away from me while my other one tries to uncover my face. It took him no time to grab hold of my arms. At the end they were tied behind my back. He lifted me up and carries me under his strong arm. I couldn’t see where he was taking me, but the moment I lend on something soft I knew it was his bedroom.

        Putting his weight over me to prevent me from struggling, one of his rubbed my breast while the other one lifting up my skirt and search for my private part. Sometimes his right hand will squeeze my breast, sometimes he would twist them. His left hand was never stopping moving. He would rub against my private part over my panty. Sometimes hard, sometimes fast. Although I so these things when I masturbate, it was never so intense and my fingers was not as rough as his. Soon my beg for mercy turned into pointless moaning. My sound seems to get him high for he would even speed up his motions. I tried not to make any sound, but the stimulation was too great I can’t control my self.

        After a while he got off me and uncovered my face. Exhausted I breathed hard to regain my breath, but soon my month was covered up by my own panty. He kept my shirt over my breasts. Then, he strikes again. This time he attacks my breast with his hand and mouth. Sucking one of my breasts while his hand tickles my other tits. Keeping my whole breast in his mouth he would lick on my tits with his wet tongue, while his hand would push and pull my other tit in and out. It was my first time being treated this way. The strong sense struck me over and over again; it was beyond the description of word. Soon I can sense my private part getting wet, but it seems like I am not the only one who has noticed it.

“Getting watery aren’t we? I told you this game is fun. Time for schooling little girl.”

        He separated my legs by force and places his head between my legs.

“This here where I am rubbing now is called labia. It feels great doesn’t it? I can tell from you moan. Now if I open your labia like a door, it will reveal the clit. This part where I am squeezing now…Wow, you are twitching. Feels great huh? Now, where my index finger about to enter is called…the cunt!”

        Finishing that he suddenly thrust his finger into my cunt, I tried not to listen to his filthy words, but the vocabularies seems to be burning into my brain. Going in and out with his finger my clit was never left alone. He sucks on it like some kind of candy, and sometimes he would squeeze them a little with his lips. Mixed with the humiliation was a pleasure feeling that I never felt before. When I was about to come to my climax, everything stopped. I looked at him in doubt. Don’t know when he stripped himself completely naked. I looked down between his legs in disbelieve. His private part was huge. Thinking that he was going to insert that thing into me frightens me. How is it possible for such a monster to go into my small cunt?

“This thing you see now is called a penis. Its gonna take you and me to heaven together, but this is not the first time you see it isn’t it?”

        What could he possibly mean? Does that mean he knew I was watching over him all this time when he watches porno?

        He grabbed both of my feet, and separated my legs wide. My attempt to close them doesn’t seem to have any effect at all. Shaking my head wildly, stupidly thinking it can stop everything. Slowly his penis enters me. My cunt felt like as if it was going to be tear apart. Slowly, but definitely moving, his penis gone deeper and deeper into me, until I can feel it hitting the end. Then he start going in and out of me, and speeded up gradually.

“Ah…ah…mmm….ah….” moaning was the only response I can do, he removed my panty a while ago because he wanted to hear my voice of defeat.

        I can feel my whole cunt being filled up. It feels satisfying somehow. After about 20 ~30 strikes, he let go of my legs, and throw his whole body on me. The move brings me a whole new experience. Suddenly he kissed me, and his tongue invade my mouth. It feels pretty disgusting because his slimy tongue chased mine around my mouth like a live being, but it somehow brings even more pleasure to me.

        He suddenly stopped all his movement. He told me he want to savage the moment, then he lifted me up over his head. Placed me over his shoulder I was sitting him his shoulder with his mouth facing my private part. His tongue thrust into my cunt like a worm and starts feeling around.

“Ha…no…stop it please…I can’t take it anymore….” Once again I begged for mercy, no reply.

        His short beard stink my labia and clit while he sucks on my cunt, tongue inside. Throwing my back against the wall he secures my body in its position, then both his hand reach up to my breasts. He twisted, pulled, pushed, and squeezed. Both my breasts and my private part sent strong signals to my brain. I felt as if the body does not belong to me anymore.

        After a while he lowers me, but still keeping me in mid-air. Once again he thrust his penis into me. With both my arms still bounded behind me, all I have to keep my self in balance was the wall. Slowly he would draw his penis out, but before exiting he will thrust it in very hard.

“O yes…I am coming soon.”

        Suddenly he sped up. In and out his penis moved in great speed.

“Ahh! Ah! No! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

        Together we came to our climax. He continued to fuck me until his penis became small again, he then throw me on the bed. Breathing hard for oxygen, I lay on the bed-totally exhausted.

“It was great isn’t it? Let’s have another round after I recover. But I am surprised that you are not a virgin anymore. So you are a little slut after all, heh heh heh.”

       He drew back my bad memory about how I lost my virginity, but that incident seems to prepare me for this nightmare, so I don't have to suffer that much this time.  I was sure I will die if he does it again, but suddenly I heard a sweet voice coming from over my house.

“Sis, sis where are you?”

        It was my sister! I am finally going to be saved! But my mouth was soon covered up. I looked his face I can see him grinning at me.

“So that is you sister who goes to high school ai? I always wanted to play with her. Shall we invite her over and join our party? I knew your parents were gone for the month. We are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

        Finishing his sentence he left the room, leaving me lying on the bed, stunned. I tried to shout but my mouth was covered up. My hands are useless because they are still bounded behind me. I tried to move my body and legs seems to be paralyzed by exhaustion. All I can do is to await the terrible fate that awaits me and my sister.

The End, if you enjoyed it, pleases reply. I might write part two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Spiffeh!" Stacey said, giggling.

Everyone started laughing.

After three hours, camp was ready. The girls ate and it started to get dark.

"We should take a bath. Theres a creek a little ways from here." Emily said.

Everyone nodded and grabbed their PJ's.

The girls left the fire glowing and skipped to the lake, stripping. It didn't matter if they saw each other. They were best friends.

The girls splashed in the water, laughing, unaware of the men surrounding them. Emily dunked Rose under the water. Everyone was laughing.

"Hello girls." Said a deep voice, the girls looked up, shocked to hear a mans voice. There was ten men in all. Each were tall and musular. quite good looking, probably in their twenties.

The girls hurried together, trying to cover themselves.

"Ah, no need. Let me intruduce ourselves. I'm Tom, thats Daniel, Joseph, David, Carl, Mick, Sam, Andy, Warner and Michael." Said the man, his dark hair covered his eyes but every man nodded as their name was said.

"Warner, Carl, Andy, we need them out of the water for some fun. After they intruduce themselves, grab them." Tom said.

The three men nodded. Tom was obviously the leader.

The girls looked shocked and said nothing.

"He said, INTRUDUCE YOURSELVES." Michael said, raising a gun.

The girls almost shreiked but Callie stayed calm.

"I'm Callisa. Callie for short." Callie said bravely.

"Very good. Now you all are...?" Tom asked.

"R-Rose." Rose stammered, her brown hair was flowing in the water.

"Emily." Emily said quickly.

"S-s-stacey." Stacey said loudly.

"Amber." Amber stated blankly.

After Amber introduced herself, the three men marched into the water, grasping the struggling girls.

Andy held Stacey and Emily, Carl was holding Amber who was kicking and spitting while Warner held a limp Rose and a scared Callie.

Each man grinned as they saw the naked virgin fifteen-year-olds.

"Can we?" Andy asked.

"Go ahead. But first, give me....Amber." Tom said, grinning evilly at the poor blonde girl that was thrashing about.

Carl nodded, handing the small body to Tom who laughed as she tried to punch him. He held her hands up and pinned her to a tree and whistled as he looked her over. She had large tits and lots of curves. She looked great!

"Let me ask you a question. Answer or I'll use force. Actually, I'll ask a few." Tom said, his brown eyes staring into Amber's eyes.

She was about to open her mouth when there was a loud scream.

Emily was laying on the ground, her red hair all around her. She had a large red slap mark on her face. The men laughed, Carl picked her back up and kissed her. Another man, David, grabbed her breasts and she tried to move away but he just laughed some more.

Rose and Stacey were being fingered fevereshly and kissed. Both girls had tears in their eyes. Callie was on the ground behing fingered as a man kissed her hard, his hands running all about her small body.

Amber nodded, her eyes wide.

"Good," Tom stated, grinning. "Are you a virgin?"

Amber nodded again.

"Well, then, I'll just have to be a bit careful. Can't promise that though. How would you feel if you have my child?"

Amber's eyes widened. "P-please!"

"Please as in yes? Well, ok!" Tom grabbed her hair and yanked her down and he pulled his pants down and shoved her head to his cock.

Meanwhile, Emily was crying as David lifted her in his arms and winked at the other men and then walked into the trees. About five minutes later he dropped her on the forest floor and stared at her. She was thin. Her red hair was dirty and messy, her body had some smudges and blood on it. She was shaking.

David took out a gun. Emily's eyes widened. "Take off my clothes." He ordered. Emily didn't move, her eyes staring at the gun. "NOW!"

Emily slowly got up and slowly took off his shirt and pants and boxers.

"Suck, now!" David ordered Emily. She shook her head wildly.

"P-p-please! Do-dont!" Emily gasped.

"NOW!" David yelled.

She obeyed. She opened her mouth and sucked on his cock. David moaned and pushed her head forward so she was choking on her 9 inch cock.

"Good," David gasped, after he exploded in her. "Lay down." She obeyed.

David lowered himself onto her as she cried and begged for him to not do this. David paid no attention to her as he lowered himself into her and she screamed. He grinned as her hands grasped his shoulders as he rode her, ignoring her screams and cries.

TO BE CONTINUED

After the divorce was final, I got a fresh start. I bought a piece of property just at the outskirts of town that included a large stone house, a barn, and several small out buildings. There was a small pond on the property. I later discovered an overgrown dirt road that ended at an abandoned gravel pit. My property was included in city postal route that was mostly a walking one.  I was the last stop and the only stop were the postal carrier drove up to the house, got out and had deliver the mail to a mailbox on the porch.

After I got the barn and outbuilding in order, I started on the house.

The mostly costly renovation was to the slate roof. This included a complete tear off, resetting the existing slate tiles with bronze nails and replacing all the copper flashing and gutters. I paid plenty to have this done.

My friends and I remodeled the inside of the house, stripping the original woodwork and dark paneling to original condition. We replaced all the wiring and most of the plumbing. I furnished the rooms in all solid masculine colors and bought massive comfortable overstuffed leather furniture. In time, I intended to put in a concrete driveway. Having a gravel pit on the property

gave me a free source of base stone.  I drove down there to check things out and noticed a series of tire tracks leading to a small overgrown gully off of the gravel pit.

I got out of my truck and walked in.  I found almost approximately fifty extra heavy-duty lawn & trash bags full of canceled mail.  It was mostly all junk mail and catalogs, some of it 2 years old. The bags were stacked upon one another and each layer covered in gravel.  I went back to the house and got my camera and returned to photograph the contents of random bags I pulled from the pile.

Later I did some checking and found out that the names and addresses on the mail were from people on my postal carrier's route.

Over a period of time, I stacked out the area with my camera to try and catch the person dumping the mail. I hoped it was my postal carrier, because if it was, I had plans for her.

After a months time, I caught her on my property in the late fall dumping some bags and covering them with gravel. From my point of concealment, I got dozens of photographs of her dumping the mail.  I waited to develop the pictures before I confronted her with the evidence and my proposal.

In the mean time, I contacted a retired State Trooper who owned a private investigating agency.  John was a hunting buddy of mine and referred me to my divorce lawyer. He agreed to get me personal information about her no questions asked.  I gave him case of Jim Beam Black Bourbon Whiskey for his trouble and he threw in a set of handcuffs for good measure.

To make a long story short, Mary, my postal carrier was 40 years old, a widow and financially well off from her deceased husband's insurance. Mary had great credit, no debt and her modest house was paid for.  She had worked for the postal service for 20 years and had no children.  Mary lived alone and didn't appear to have boyfriend. Her closest living relative was her foster mother living in another state. Mary could retire with full pension in five years if she didn't get caught and prosecuted.  Even if she managed to get off without prison time, her legal fees would ruin her financially.

Mary was about 6 foot tall with a slim willowy build. As near as I could tell through her loose uniform she had small breasts and a tight compact ass.

Mary has light brown hair that she always had pulled back and hidden underneath her uniform cap. It appeared to be braided, although I didn't know how long her braid was because of the cap. She had green eyes and somewhat to heavy eyebrows.

A week before Christmas I gave her sealed red envelope. I told her it was a Christmas tip with many more tips to come. The envelope contained a card with her pictures in it.

The following Monday evening, Mary appeared at my front door and asked if we could talk.  I invited her in and asked her to sit down at the kitchen table.

She took off her winter coat and knit hat and sat down.  She was wearing a red sweater, faded blue jeans and pink moon boots.  She wasn't wearing any makeup.

Mary's hair was braided in a single braid down her back that reached almost to the bottom of her pert ass.  The braid was very thick almost to the end were it tapered off almost to a point the last six inches. Looking at her, I wondered what she would look like with bangs. I also realized that I was correct about her having small breasts and a small tight ass.

Before she could speak, I slammed my hand down on the table. I told her to keep quiet and hear what I had to say.  I informed her that I had enough evidence to get her fired as well as a sentence in Federal Prison. I told her that I was not interested in hearing about her reasons or excuses. I told her that I would keep my mouth shut and destroy the evidence only if I had her cooperation.

I then laid out the ground rules. In this envelope, I have written down what I want from you for me to keep quiet.

Take it home with you and read the contents over the weekend. Everything is spelled out. If you agree, and you really don't have a choice, you can walk away from this with a clean slate. You will have to trust me to keep my word. I want 7 months of your time. Or if you like you can take your chances with the authorities. It is your choice 7 years or 7 months.

Be a smart girl, I'll see you Monday, 6:00PM sharp.

The following Monday at the agreed time, a subdued Mary appeared at my doorstep. I let her in and locked the door behind her.  Per my instructions, she had styled her long hair in a braided bun. Mary was wearing a newly purchased knee length winter coat. When she removed it, she was wearing a nice dress but no bra or panties underneath.  I pointed to a corner of the room and told her to stand there facing the wall with her hands crossed behind her back.

While she was standing there, I handcuffed her wrists together and had her step out of her shoes.  I roughly cut her dress off with upholstery scissors warning her gruffly to keep facing the wall. I made her stand there naked for about an hour. I fondled her breasts and rubbed her ass.  I played with her pussy, whispering what I was going to do to her.  I removed the pins from Mary's bun and let her braid drop down between her ass cheeks.

I cut six inches or so off the bottom of her braid with the upholstery shears making it the same thickness it's entire length.  I then sat in my leather chair and made Mary give me head while I undid her braid and played with her now loose ponytail. I warned her to swallow it all or I would cut all her hair off. After I came, I removed the handcuffs and had her take her hair out of the ponytail. Mary's hair now fell long and loose to the top of her ass. It was very beautiful. It was mine to do with what I liked for the next 7 months.

Mary spent the night and I had my way with her, with and without the handcuffs.  In the morning I sent her home for the Christmas Holiday. She was to return on Dec 31st. at our appointed time. Mary left minus her ruined dress and her cut of braid. She however did leave with new written instructions, which she could open only when she got home and only after I telephoned her with permission. Mary arrived on the 31st. right on time.  When she removed her coat, I was pleased to see she was wearing a short tight strapless black dress. Mary was wearing her hair loose down her back.  It was blunt cut all one length and about four inches shorter. I was also pleased to see that she now had eyebrow length blunt bangs that set off her green eyes.  She looked cute in bangs.

I had her slowly undress in front of me. When she was naked, I took her upstairs to the bathroom and had her sit on the vanity by the sink with her legs spread apart. I used electric clippers and buzzed all the hair from her pussy. I lathered the remaining stubble and shaved her pussy bald and smooth like a little girls. I finished up with some cold baby oil chilling along with champagne in an ice bucket.  I then made her fix her hair in twin pigtails to complement her new bangs. Mary gave me head in the bathroom while I played with her pigtails. It seemed to me that she was getting better at it.

Mary looked much younger with bangs and pigtails. I had her change into her black dress and took her out to dinner and dancing. Mary's hair remained in pigtails the whole evening, black dress and all. She received some interesting looks. Afterwards it was back home for champagne and more sex.  Mary left the next day with written instructions to keep three appointments that I had made for her and to bring her checkbook to pay for them all. As usual, she must wait for a separate phone call for each set of instructions.

On Saturday, Mary was a half hour late. She had just come from the beauty salon and she looked hot. Mary's hair was now a rich red auburn.  It was curled in beautiful large spiral curls that fell to the bottom of her shoulder blades.  Mary was wearing makeup done to perfection and her eyebrows were thinned and shaped beautifully. Mary spent her money well for me.

I made her strip for me and then looked her over thoroughly.

Mary was stunning. Her pussy was still smooth and bald like a little girl, but looked a little sore and pink from the electrolysis.  It would be like that from now on and not require daily shaving. Mary also had a full body wax and aside from her head, was smooth and hairless from the neck down.

I buried my hands in all those curls while she gave me some of the best head ever, and as always she did not spill a drop. I rubbed cold baby oil on her sore pussy. I had her get dressed and had her pin her curls up. We took in a movie and dinner and back for more sex. On subsequent visits over the weeks, I made her style her long hair for me in just about every way possible. I took lots of pictures of my favorite styles with her posing in the nude for many of them.

The last two weeks of Mary's seven-month commitment was the most interesting. On the second to last, I handcuffed her again from behind the minute she walked through the door.  While she gave me head, I slowly and deliberately cut her now middle of the back length auburn hair just to the base of her neck.  This I think, more then anything else upset her.  After she was shorn of most of her locks, I sent her away with her final instructions.

Mary returned much relieved for her last visit with a short blunt pageboy with bangs. Her once long luxurious tresses were now cut just below her ears. She thought I made arrangements to have her hair cut much, much shorter. I dropped hints during our sessions about a possible pixie cut. It was still however a rich red auburn, a color that suited her well. The last and final blowjob was the best one yet. Although her hair was short, it was still thick and soft. I went down on her for the first time, driving her crazy for a change. When I was done I had Mary take a curling wand and curl her hair. Mary looked cute with a curly pageboy. I took before and after pictures for the last time.

With a rented a backhoe, I dug a trench.  We threw all of the mailbags into the trench, and all the brush I saved in clearing the road to the gravel pit; to which I added 25 gallons of diesel fuel. We sat and watched until it burned itself out. After the fire was out and the evidence completely destroyed, I filled the hole over.

After about a year, Mary was promoted to an indoor job at the Post Office waiting on customers at the front counter. I got a new Postman; my ex lost her nursing license for one year pending a review and asked to borrow some money from me or the bank was taking her car. I sent her a bus pass.

On evening I was dozing in my chair when the doorbell rang.

Mary was standing there in a long trench coat with a nervous smile on her face. I noticed that her hair had grown out from that short pageboy. It was still the same rich red auburn I liked and pulled back in a french twist. Her makeup was impeccable. Mary still had the same cute bangs framing her green eyes. She also had a red envelope and a bottle of champagne.

Before I continue let me describe Brian. Brian was 14 years old at the time, about 2 inches shorter than me, and thin as a rail. He was very healthy and in shape for his age, with a tightly packed body. He is caucasian as well, with

black hair cut short in a military style cut.

Anyway, I was very embarrassed that someone 14 years old could beat me at anything, so I challenged him to a swimming competition. We would compete at different styles of swimming and diving. This didn't last very long as we started with

diving into the pool. On my third dive I came up and declared victory, very proud of myself. I raised my arms in the air in triumph, but Brian was laughing at me. I was wondering why he was laughing at me when I looked down and noticed

something horrible!!! My bikini top had come off, and Brian had it in his hand!!! I couldn't believe it, and quickly covered my chest and demanded that he give it back. He refused and I chased him around the pool. Finally he agreed to

let me get it back, and he threw it over the side of the pool onto the grass!!! What nerve I thought to myself, as I very angrily started to pull myself out of the pool when suddenly I felt myself get yanked from behind... he had ripped

my bikini bottom off of me too, and I was in the pool stark naked!!! I tried to chase him and catch him but he got away from me too quickly, and was out of the pool before I could even catch up to him. He grabbed my top off the floor and

waved my bikini at me mockingly. Having no other choice I got out of the pool, trying my best to cover myself. He ran into his house and locked the screen door on me. I couldn't believe this, he had taken the towels too and left me

outside completely naked!

Brian ran out of sight and I panicked as I tried to think of something to do, so I found a pretty well concealed corner and ducked down there out of sight until I could figure out where to go or what to do. Just then Brian came back and

unlocked the door. He yelled to me that if I wanted my clothes back I had to come get it, so I ran inside and chased him all the way into his room. I yelled out for him to give them back to me, as I was getting very angry and frustrated.

As soon as I was in his room he closed the door on me and he tackled me onto the floor while I attempted to get my clothes back. We wrestled around the room and he eventually got the upper hand on me, and I was having trouble with him.

Even though he was 4 years younger than me he was so much stronger than I am, and he managed to get a toy handcuff attached to my left hand and his bed post!!! He then struggled with me and tied up my right arm to his desk using one of

his t-shirts, and he tied my legs together, after considerable struggle.

Here I was buck naked, tied up in my boyfriend's little brother's bedroom, and my boyfriend was going to be home in about 45 minutes. I was panicing and feeling about ready to cry. Then Brian pulled the real killer on me... he took out a

camera and began taking pictures of me completely naked... too many to count. I was helpless and there was nothing I could do. I begged him to stop and finally began crying. He told me that now that he has all these pictures of me naked

he can do anything he wants with me. I told him no and told him to leave me alone. He then told me that if I didn't give in to his demands that he would leave me tied up naked for Rich to find when he got home. I could never let that

happen, because Rich is very sensitive about his brother, and would become furious with the both of us, and who knows what else would've happened. So finally, I reluctantly agreed.

Brian took his clothes off. I stood there looking at a completely naked 14 year old boy with a semi-erect penis. At full erection I would say Brian was about 4 to 5 inches long, with a decent thickness (obviously not close to my

boyfriend, who is 6" and much thicker).

Brian ordered me to begin sucking him off, and I reluctantly did so. I sucked on his penis while he rubbed my tits and fingered me. I tried to not enjoy it, and tried to hate him with every ounce of blood in my body, but slowly his

prodding of me calmed me down. Finally he pulled out of my mouth and told me he was going to fuck me. I begged him not too but he got on top of me and put his member into me. WOW. This turned out to be the absolute best sex I've ever had

in my life. Even though he was smaller than Rich, he just knew how to work me, and seemed to be so much more erotic while doing it. The more Brian fucked me the hornier I got, and found myself getting very into it. This lasted for about

10 minutes and then Brian came inside of me!!! I couldn't believe he did that unprotected and I told him as much but he didn't care. He said I was now his sex kitten.

Brian untied me and gave me back my bikini and told me that from now on I would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted or he would show my pictures to everybody. I agreed under the assumption that he would hold true to his word. Rich

came home, completely unsuspecting, and threw his party that night. He told me later that I acted very awkward that night, and I knew I had spent the entire night pondering what had happened. I thought I would be angry about it at all

but it just turns me on the more I think of it. The night of the party Rich got really bombed towards the end and went to sleep. I went into the shower and Brian came in and told me that I had to suck him off again, and I did so

willingly.

Since then Brian has made demands of me every so often and for the most part I've given in, whether it be sucking him off, letting him fuck me, or even once I let him try anal on me although I'm not too sure I liked it, and I don't think

he did either. I tried denying him once and he showed my pictures to two guys I go to school with who are the biggest nerds in the school! They never say anything to me but I can always see them looking at me lustfully, and it kind of

grosses me out. Since then I haven't said no to Brian, and I've given in to every desire he's ever had.

 

            It had been ten months since her husband had been murdered and the police were still unable to tell Valerie Delayhoe who had been responsible. She was not amused by their ineptitude. Determined to find the ones responsible and make them pay, she hired a private investigator. The man had been expensive and nearly died getting her the information she so dearly wanted but now she had it. She opened his final report and read it with ever-growing wonder and hatred.

            “He will pay,” she finally announced to the empty office. David’s office. Her dead husband’s office.

            She started planning as she closed the file the detective had given her. It would cost her even more but it would be worth every cent she spent to see Conner Web crawling at her feet, begging her to stop. A slow smile spread across her beautiful face, her thick, luscious lips turning upward in what appeared to be half a smile and half a snarl.

            Rising to her feet, her long auburn locks fell in waves down her back and rustled lightly against her silk suit. Her round, full hips sashayed across the room when she walked. Her 5’4” frame held her 110 pounds nicely, with curves in all the right places. Valerie was a small woman with a large attitude that glowed in her big, green eyes.

            She would spend the next five months preparing her basement for Mister Conner Web. Then, when the appropriate opportunity arose, he would be her new pet.

 

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            Conner paced the length of his living room, a storm brewing in his black eyes. He raked a hand through his thick, rich black hair, causing a lock of his bangs to fall forward onto his forehead. He absently swatted at it in irritation but it was now obstinately out of place.

            “Damn it, where the hell is that limo! If they make me late enough to miss my flight, heads will roll.”

            He jerked around at the sound of his doorbell. Striding forward in a rush he almost colliding with the maid.

            “I’ll get it, Mae,” he growled at her.

            “Yes, sir,” she whispered and disappeared into the bowels of the house.

            He jerked the door open to find a driver standing at attention.

            “Well, it’s about goddamn time.”

            “Sorry, sir. There was a problem –”

            “I don’t give a damn about your problems. My luggage is in there.” Conner pointed a suitcase and suit bag stacked neatly at the foot of a long staircase outside the living room.

            “Yes, sir.” The driver whispered and stepped past him to retrieve the luggage.

            “I’d better not be late to the airport. I have a scheduled flight I have to catch.” Conner informed the man as he followed him to the waiting stretch limo.

            “You’ll be there on time, sir,” the driver replied softly.

            The driver put Conner’s bags in the trunk of the limo then opened the door for Conner. As he climbed into the back of the limo Conner was careful not to catch his pantleg against the car door. He didn’t want his silk suit ruined by mud from the limo service. He scooted to the middle of the seat and stretched out his long legs. His 6’6” height was mostly from his long legs. It felt good to stretch out in the limo. He hated small cars.

            Conner settled in for the long ride to the airport from his estate. He passed over the cheap champagne and reached for the more expensive bottle of chilled white wine that he’d ordered. Pouring himself a glass, he kicked off his shoes and relaxed, enjoying the soft, sensual music playing in the back of the limo. He leaned his head back against the seat and sipped the wine. God, that tastes good, he thought. Closing his eyes and relaxing, he let the music seep into his soul, comforting and relaxing him as he drank his wine. By the time he had finished his first glass and was onto his second he started to feel numb and a little dizzy. He knew something was wrong he just wasn’t sure what it was. He leaned up and pressed the intercom button to buzz the driver.

            “Stttooop,” he slurred into the speaker. He fell back into the seat with a puzzled look on his handsome face. His dark eyes were glazed. What the hell? he wondered to himself.

            A few minutes later he noticed the car was still moving. He tried to lean forward again but his body refused to obey him. When he tried to yell at the driver his shout came out as a timid grunt. The wine glass he held in his right hand suddenly landed on the floorboard with a gently thump. His eyes wandered down in an attempt to focus on the glass. Instead, they slid closed and a warm darkness settled over him.

 

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            Conner slowly awoke to a strange coolness on his skin. His mind was hazy and he was confused. Cold, he thought, I’m cold. He tried to reach down to pull the blankets up around his shoulders but couldn’t move his arms. What the…? he wondered. His mind was addled, he couldn’t think straight. He fought to open his eyes and barely managed to peep through his long, thick dark lashes. Where the hell am I? He suddenly heard a low moan then realized it had escaped from his own lips.

            Slowly, his senses returned and Conner managed to open his eyes to look around and survey his surrounding. He was not amused at what he found. He seemed to be in some type of prison, his arms chained above his head. He sat, naked on a cement floor, his legs drawn out in front of him and spread, his ankles chained him in place. There was some type of collar around his neck as well. He could feel it but couldn’t see it. It held him in place against the block wall. His gaze traveled around the room and took in the various implements hanging on the walls and sitting within his sight. It looked like some kind of macabre scene from a medieval torture chamber.

            Conner had no idea how long he had been imprisoned in the cold, dank cellar-room, as he thought of it. He was cold, hungry and thirsty. And he damn well wanted to know where he was and what the hell was going on. He finally caught a hint of sound and tried to turn his head in the direction he thought he’d heard something. A small shadow seemed to loom out of the darkness toward him. As it neared he realized it was someone dressed in a tight, black catsuit complete with face mask. The person was petite, tiny even, but they carried a long black whip in one hand. He stared at this intruder defiantly.

            “Where the hell am I?” he demanded.

            The whip crashed down across his legs, drawing a scream from him. He stared up at the tiny woman. The curves he saw in the catsuit convinced him it had to be a woman.

            “Who are you?” he growled at her.

            She swung the whip again, lashing him across the chest this time.

            “What the fuck do you want?” His breath came in heavy gasps as he tried to fight the pain.

            She struck him again. He screamed and jerked. He remained silent but started up at her defiantly. Slowly, she pulled the whip back and swung forward striking him again, landing the blow across his legs again. He screamed in pain.

            He watched as she laid the whip aside on a nearby table and picked something else up. She walked slowly forward, toward him, tapping her left hand with a riding crop that she held in her right hand. When she drew near enough she used the riding crop to strike him on his inner thighs. At first the strikes were soft but then she strengthened her blows and they became progressively harder. When he finally cried out she stopped.

            She stood over him, her feet on either side of his spread legs. Squatting over him she reached out with her left hand and fondled his long, thick prick.

            “Very nice,” she whispered softly. “I knew you’d be worth my money.”

            When he opened his mouth to speak she raised the riding crop threateningly. He swallowed hard and closed his mouth.

            “And you learn quickly too.”

            She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his as she slid her hand up his cock. He felt her hand tighten around his balls, her mouth pressing hard against his. The pressure of her fingers became unbearable around his balls, he opened his mouth to cry out and she slid her tongue inside his mouth as she released the pressure on his balls. Her fingers gently massaged his prick and balls while her tongue explored his mouth. The riding crop ran gentle circles around his nipples. Finally, she pulled away from and stood up, staring down at him.

            “You may actually be trainable,” she eventually announced. She rubbed the riding crop up and down his chest as she spoke to him. “From now on, you belong to me. I bought and paid for you. You will address me as Mistress. You will only speak when I allow you to speak. You will only eat, piss and shit when I allow you to. And you will only cum when I say you can. Do you understand so far?”

            He stared up her with defiance in his eyes, remaining silent. The riding crop smacked hard against his inner thigh dangerously close to his crotch.

            “Ow! Shit!”

            “I do not repeat myself, slave. I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

            She stared at him for a moment the smacked him with the riding crop again on the other leg.

            “What if I don’t agree to your terms?” he asked boldly.

            She smiled. Turning from him she walked back to the table and laid the riding crop aside and picked something else up.

            “I was hoping you’d have that attitude,” she replied as she approached him.

            He watched her warily as she knelt between his legs and fastened something around his prick and balls. Then she reached up to pinch his nipples.

            “Play time,” she announced, rising to her feet. “At least, for me it is.”

            She turned around and strode back to the table. Picking up a small remote, she turned back to face him. She gave him a wicked smile and winked then pressed a button. A small shock jolted his prick causing him to jerk and grunt.

            “Isn’t this fun already?” she asked seductively.

            “For who?” he replied.

            She laughed and pressed another button. His cock and balls twinged with pain as electricity jolted through them. He jerked and tried to suppress a grunt. He gripped the chains binding his wrists to the wall. She pressed the button again and his body jerked spasmodically again.

            “Shit,” he grunted.

            “Again?” she asked.

            He stared up at her malevolently.

            “Good,” she said.

            She pressed and held the button. He felt a higher, longer shock and clenched his jaw tightly, clenching the chains holding him to wall.

            “God,” he huffed when it finally ended.

            “One more?” she asked sweetly.

            His head hung limply against his chest. He stared up at her through his lashes, unable to lift his head, refusing to answer her. She shrugged nonchalantly.

            “Okay,” she said.

            She pressed the button again, holding it down. He fought the current but couldn’t stand the pain. Finally, he lost his battle and cried out. She released her hold on the button.

            “Now,” she said with authority. “Do you understand the rules as I’ve given them so far?”

            “Yes,” he panted in a whisper.

            “Yes, what?” she demanded.

            “Yes, Mistress.”

            She dropped the remote on the table and moved to kneel between his spread legs. Gently, she removed the restraints from around his cock and balls and laid it aside. Her soft fingers tenderly caressed his prick while she stared at him.

            “Good,” she said softly, watching him breathe heavily.

As his breathing slowed she leaned forward and kissed his neck then slowly worked her way down his to his chest where she nibbled lightly on his nipples while her hands worked his cock. His breathing changed again and he grew stiff in her hands. She watched his already large prick grow enormous in her tiny hands while she kissed and nibbled on his chest and played with his cock and balls. When she felt his balls tightening she released her grip on him and moved away. His eyes snapped open and he watched in silent agony as she walked into the darkness.

 

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Conner had almost drifted off to sleep in his misery when he heard a sound and jerked completely awake to find a large, powerfully built black man towering over him. The man leaned down and opened the shackles holding Conner’s wrists to the wall.

“Lean forward,” the man said in a deep, rich baritone voice.

“Who –”

“You must not speak,” the man interrupted him. “I am called Cree. I was sent to take you to be cleaned.”

“Where –”

“You must not speak. If you speak I was instructed to gag you.”

Conner held his tongue and bent forward at the waist as far as he could since his neck was still attached to the wall. Cree slowly lowered his arms and moved them to refasten his restraints behind his back. His shoulder muscles screamed in pain at the movement after being held in one position for so long.

“How long have I been here?” Conner asked.

“Please, no speaking,” Cree insisted. “Once more and I will gag you.”

Cree grasped Conner’s shoulder and pulled him upright, back against the wall again. He then moved to Conner’s feet and unlatched the manacle of his right foot from the floor. He fastened a short chain to the manacle and slowly pulled Conner’s leg toward his still-bound left leg. He fastened the chain to the manacle on Conner’s left leg and released his foot from the floor. He then moved back to Conner’s trapped neck and fastened a leash to the collar around Conner’s neck before releasing him from the wall.

“Come,” Cree said.

Conner struggled to get up from the cement floor. His muscles were stiff from the stationary position he’d been trapped in and being bound in such a way made it difficult to rise. Cree put a hand on his elbow and helped him to his feet. Then Cree took the end of the leash in his massive right hand and led Conner forward. Conner quickly found that he had to walk with a shuffling gait to keep from tripping himself in the legirons. He was used to walking with a long, confident stride, not this shorter, confined stride. He was led to an elevator and directed inside. Cree took him up three floors then once again led him forward. The plush surroundings did not go unnoticed by Conner. Who ever his captor was, she definitely was in the upper-echelon of the city’s wealthy.

“You will bathe here,” Cree announced.

Conner was astonished. The bathroom he had been led to was incredible. A large sunken tub dominated the center of the pale blue room. The tub was already filled to with hot water. Conner could see the steam rising from it and he caught a sweet scent in the air. Probably something in the water, he thought, some kind of bathoil or something. Cree led him to the tub and motioned for him to sit on a low stool next to it. Conner sat down and waited. Cree knelt in front of him and removed the legirons from his ankles. He laid them aside the moved to release Conner’s arms as well.

“Get in the tub now, please,” Cree said.

Conner looked up at the other man suspiciously as he rubbed his sore wrists. Slowly, he got to his feet and started forward, toward the sunken tub. Cree followed him closely. As Conner descended the steps into the tub he noticed a built-in bench running completely around the tub with small notches equal distances around the wall of the tub at the rim. When he was standing on the floor of the tub he felt a tug on the collar around his neck. He turned to see Cree locking the leash attached to his collar into on of the notches at the tub rim.

“You can relax and bathe for a little while. Mistress may be in later.” Cree nodded at him then disappeared back through the door they had entered through.

Conner was alone again. He slowly sank down in the warm water and sat down on the bench seat. Surprisingly, he found it quite comfortable to sit on. It seemed to covered with some type of padded material. He felt along the edge but could find no seams. Leaning back against the wall of the tub he stretched his legs out in the hot water.

“Bathe?” he asked aloud of no one.

He glanced around at his immediate surroundings and noticed a soap dish nearby. He reached toward it and found he could just reach its contents. Hanging on a small rod at the rim of the tub was a large, heavy washcloth. He reached out and grasped it. Using the procured items he started to wash the dirt and grime of his cellar captivity from his well-muscled body. Once he was satisfied that all the dirt was gone and he felt clean again he laid the soap and washcloth aside then leaned back and enjoyed the warmth of the water.

Conner’s eyes flicked open at the sound and feel of bubbles lapping around him. He jerked his head away from the tile floor where he’d rested it and looked around. He still sat in the sunken tub and the water was still hot so he hadn’t slept long. But now it ebbed and bubbled furiously like some kind of wild whirlpool. His head swiveled around and he finally saw a tiny, petite form standing on the opposite side of the tub at one end.

Her face was still covered by a mask but her uxorious auburn hair fell in waves around her body. A black silk robe was wrapped tightly around her and belted at her tiny waist. She stared down at him, a small smile playing about her lips.

“Feeling better?” she finally asked.

“Am I allowed to answer that?” he replied.

“Only if you address me properly.” She walked to the edge of the tub and dropped her robe.

He couldn’t help himself, he gasped at what he saw. She was absolutely exquisite. His eyes were riveted to her taut body as she entered the water, her hair fanning out on the water behind her. She walked around the tub, eventually ending up next to him but just out of his reach. He stared, mesmerized, as the water bubbled under and around her breasts.

“Are you feeling better now?” she asked again.

His eyes trailed up her body to stare into her green ones.

“Yes,” he whispered, adding “Mistress.”

Conner’s eyes never left her as she swayed softly in front of him.

“Good because you’ll be feeling worse again in a little while.” She smiled sweetly at him as she said this.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her.

“I have lots of plans for you, pet. They’ll all be fun for me but I’m not so sure you’ll find them as amusing.”

“Wh –”

She held up her hand with one finger aloft. “Ah-ah-ah. I don’t remember giving you permission to speak and I don’t think my memory is that bad yet.”

Conner looked pointed at her empty hands and winked.

“What exactly are your plans? How long have I been here anyway?”

She ignored him as she moved to the closest end of the tub and reached into a basket sitting close to the edge of the tub. She slowly moved back to stand in front of him again and held up a small remote then pressed a button on it. His eyes grew large when he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body. His hands went automatically to the collar around his neck.

“Don’t push me, pet. I’d hate to drown you.”

Conner stared at her in frustration, hatred and terror. He couldn’t move even when he heard a noise behind him. When he finally gained control of his emotions he turned his head enough to keep her in his line of sight but also see what was going on behind him. Cree was setting up some kind of massage table in the room behind him. Conner turned his full attention back to her.

She laid the remote on the tile floor behind her and moved forward, toward Conner’s trapped body. Her fingertips traced lightly up over his chest and down his arms. There was a slight wave in the water when she gave a little jump and suddenly she was sitting on his lap, her legs straddling his. He could feel himself start to stiffen. He knew she felt it to when she giggled.

“You’re so easy, pet.”

He opened his mouth to reply but the put her right forefinger over his lips to silence him.

“Shhh. You talk too much. Must I strap a cock gag in your mouth to keep you silent?”

His eyes narrowed and he shook his head from side to side. She smiled again.

“Good. I like having your mouth available for kissing.”

She leaned forward and covered his lips with hers.

Conner decided he even though he wasn’t sure what game she was playing, he would go along with it long enough to get between those silky-smooth legs of hers. God, those creamy thighs and that gorgeous pussy will be worth all this, he thought as his tongue dueled with hers.

She pulled away from him and scooted back on his lap far enough to reach between them and grasp his prick in her hands. Her fingers gingerly caressed, rubbed, pulled and worked his rod to a full erection before she finally stopped. He was disappointed when she climbed from his lap and the water then began drying herself off. Once she was dry Cree unfastened Conner’s leash from the edge of the tub and tugged on it.

“You must come out now,” Cree insisted.

Conner stood up and climbed from the water. When he reached for a towel she slapped his hand away and took it herself. She used the towel to dry his arms and torso then slowly moved down his body, drying the water from him. She took special care to dry his ass, genitals and between his legs. He held her shoulders as she dried his feet. When he was dry Cree led him by his leash to the massage table. As he approached it he noticed it was actually a modified massage table. It had handcuffs and anklecuffs built on to it and it was much wider than a typical massage table.

“Get on the table, please,” Cree instructed. “On your stomach.”

Conner glanced over his should at the petite woman standing behind him. Then he cautiously climbed onto the table. He laid his head in the hole meant for this and tried to relax. He started to panic a bit when Cree pulled his arms apart and fastened one of the handcuffs around his left wrist.

“Don’t struggle,” Cree instructed him.

A hand smacked hard against his ass as Cree spoke. He jerked from the impact of the strike then settled down again. Cree locked his other wrist into the remaining handcuff. The big black man disappeared from his view but he soon felt the man’s hands on his legs. Cree was fastening the other cuffs around his ankles. When he again started to struggle a hand came down savagely against his bare buttocks. He immediately stopped struggling but the tiny woman gave him an extra smack as a reminder. Once the cuffs were all locked Cree also fastened the collar to the table making Conner practically immobile.

He immediately felt her hands roaming over his body. Her touch was firm but gentle, awakening a passion in him. Suddenly, he felt something cold and wet on his ass cheeks. He grunted and jerked, trying to pull away. Her breath was warm against his ear.

“Lie still or I’ll have to punish you again,” she whispered.

Her fingers smoothed the cool gel around his ass and into his asshole. He grunted and bit his lip, trying to stay quiet.

“No!” he growled when her finger slid into his ass.

A hard smack across his shoulders with the riding crop was his reward. His arms flexed against the wrist restraints as she continued to move her finger in and out of his asshole. He clenched his fists and his fingernails bit into soft flesh when she shoved a second finger into his asshole.

“You men always want to fuck women in the ass. How’s it feel, pet?”

He grunted in response. She struck him across the shoulders with the riding crop again.

“How’s it feel, pet?” she demanded, shoving her fingers up his ass as far as she could get them.

“It – hurts – Mistress,” Conner finally groaned through gritted teeth.

She leaned down over him without removing her fingers from his ass and put her lips against his ear.

“Good, pet. It’ll hurt worse in a minute, when I stick your fucking tail up your ass.”

She stood up and pulled her fingers from his ass. His relief was short-lived though. He immediately felt something hard and thicker poking at his anal entrance. God, what the hell is she doing? he wondered desperately. He felt a round ball-like object finally push past his sphincter and a short rod pass up his anal canal. Then he felt something soft slide up the outside of his ass along his spine and something fluttered against his back. He heard running water then her hands were running through his hair.

“All done, pet. At least on the back. Now we’ll do the front and then we’ll be finished for tonight.”

He felt her nibble on his ear then her tongue was in his ear. His prick started to harden again. Cree freed his ankles from their restraints then moved to his wrists.

“Sit up,” Cree instructed him once he was free of the restraints.

Conner slowly moved around on the table and sat up. He definitely felt strange though. Something was still lodged in his ass. He started to look over his shoulder to see what was tickling his back when Cree reached forward and placed cuffs on his wrists again. His arms were locked across each other this time then pulled up so his hands were pressed to his chest. Cree then ran a long chain over his shoulder and fastened it to the table behind him. The tiny auburn-haired woman was standing in front on him now, staring at him.

“You’re gorgeous, pet.” He stared at her in defiance. “I know you’ve heard that probably a thousand times before from as many women. This time, however, the woman is in charge.”

She smiled up at him as she knelt between his legs.

“Wh –”

She smacked him hard on the inner thigh just below his groin.

He let out a frustrated sigh and stared at her in anger. Cree cuffed Conner’s left ankle and pulled it away from her then attached his foot to a leg of the table. He moved to the other side and repeated his movements with Conner’s right ankle. When he was finished the woman reached up and slipped a leather strap around Conner’s cock and balls, dividing them and fastening it tightly around his genitals. She added a tiny padlock then clipped a long leash to the thing as well. The clip on the leash had a combination lock which she turned so the numbers were unaligned and the thing locked in place.

Cree unlocked his ankles then locked his wrists behind his back. He felt something soft and feathery tickling his hands and wondered what the hell they’d done to him. Cree silently crept from the room and the woman led him around the sunken tub through a door on the other side into a large, dark bedroom. The bed drew Conner’s eyes as it sat on a dais in the center of the room and was covered in black satin. Mirrors cover the walls and as Conner looked around he stopped abruptly.

“Christ!” He said in alarm.

She stopped and turned to look at him, her green eyes full of amusement.

“Why not, pet? You men have your pony girls.”

Conner suddenly felt sick. He stared at his reflection. His proud, well-muscled 6’6” frame stood fully erect. His thick black hair was mussed but still looked acceptable. It was the fucking horse tail sticking out of his ass that bothered him along with the leash attached to his cock. This had to stop. Her little game had gone quite far enough. He set his jaw and turned cold eyes on her.

“Don’t even think about it, pet. You might be bigger than me and even outweigh me, but I have my hands to use and you don’t. I’ll pull you fucking balls off if you try anything. And don’t forget your collar either. I have several remotes for it throughout the house. I could electrocute you if I really wanted to.”

“Why?” he hissed.

“You killed my husband,” she said simply. “Since you took my lover, my friend, my life away, you’ll have to do as far as sex. The rest, well, he’s irreplaceable.” She looked away from him. “At least I have a fuck toy now.”

She yanked on the leash and he stumbled forward from the pressure on his balls. He unwillingly followed her to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling down on his leash as she sat.

“On your knees, pet.”

He knelt because she gave him no choice. She pulled the leash forward, forcing his to shuffle forward on his knees, until she could lock it into place on bedrail. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs in front of his face.

“Lick me. Eat me. Make me feel good.”

She waited a few minutes and when he didn’t follow her instructions she picked up the remote laying on the bed next to her and pressed a button. He jerked spasmodically and stifled a groan. When she finally released the button he fell forward into her waiting snatch, breathing hard.

“Do it,” she ordered.

She waited a few seconds for him to catch his breath. She was ready to press the button again when she felt his tongue against her slit.

“This is your life now, pet,” she crooned to him as he licked her. “Get used to it. No one will come for you. You are completely mine now. I own you, Conner Web. You are my pet to use however I want. Satisfy me well and I might decide to be gentle with you.”

She felt his tongue slip into her slit and then vibrate quickly against her clit.

“I meant what I said earlier. You can’t cum until I say you can. And you can’t cum until I do.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth and gently nipped it.

“Oh,” she moaned. “At least you know how to do something,” she whispered.

He snuck a peek at her from under his lashes as he continued to nip and suck at her clit. He let his tongue play along her cunt, caressing it, before he shoved his tongue inside her ad sucked her clit again.

“Oh, yeah, God, yeah.”

Conner moaned low in his throat as he pushed his tongue into her pussy again. Then he sucked her clit between his teeth and gently nipped it, moan low again.

“Oh, God!” she cried as she squeezed her legs closed around his head, cumming hard on his mouth. He sucked down her sweet nectar as she filled his mouth with her cum.

Her legs finally relaxed and he sat back on his heels listening to her breathing return to normal. When she eventually sat up he wasn’t sure what to expect. She reached down and released his leash from the bedrail and pulled him by his arms onto the bed, pushing him down on his back. He moaned when the tail moved in his ass. She reached down, unlocked the padlock and removed the leather separator from around his cock and balls. He already felt better. Then she climbed on top of him and started working his prick with her hands. She had him erect in seconds.

“You’re going to fuck me, pet,” she said as she stared into his eyes.

He didn’t even try to argue. She moved to slowly his hard rod at her hot entrance then she leisurely slid down his pole, inserting it inside herself. Her warm, wet slit felt wonderfully tight around him and he soon lost himself in the feeling. The strangeness of the tail up his ass was soon forgotten in the heat of their fucking. She rode him hot and hard, bouncing up and down above him on the bed. Her fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples as she danced on his cock. He was almost ready to explode when she stopped and laid down on top of him. She reached across the bed and pulled a vibrator from the drawer of the stand next to the bed. Without moving on his hard rod she placed the vibrator against her clit and turned it on. The vibrations drove him crazy and she immediately started to squirm again. They were soon humping up and down in rhythm together. Abruptly, she screamed out her orgasm as he exploded inside of her, filling her with his hot jism. Her vaginal walls contracted around his cock squeezing out all the juice he had to offer. She finally fell over on top of him and cradled his head between her hands, her head on his shoulder.

“Very good, pet, very good,” she crooned.

            April headed downstairs, her well-groomed white-gloved hand skimming along the length of the rail until she found herself at the first story of the tavern.  There she saw Bruce behind the bar, staring right at her, as if he had been expecting her the entire time.  He was dressed in a tux, and stood next to a man in a long black robe.  Bruce had an obvious hard-on accompanying his lustful grin, and when the robed man caught glimpse of April, he too developed a hard-on.

            She looked stunning.  Her vibrant skin was highlighted by the vague sheathing of her body.  She wore a stretchy lace and fishnet soft cup bustier, which was pulled taut by the white clips that also held up her soft white stockings.  She toyed at her long, loosely curled blond tresses, which framed her delicately veiled face and fell to the waistband of her white thong.

            “Well, my beautiful bride, this was the best I could do on such short notice.  You look so sexy, dressed up for me.”

            She turned slightly red, noticing her well-curved body was on display for not only Bruce, but also a minister.

            She warily approached them, both of the men hungrily eying her as her breasts bounced slightly with each movement.

            “Well, April, you have made both of our cocks so hard with your wonderful tits and your shapely body.  You won’t have to fuck both of us today, but you will be fucked.  Let’s hurry this up so that we can consummate our marriage.”

            She stood beside Bruce, who did not lovingly take her hand, but hooked his hand inside of her waistband and cupped his hand over the nearest globe of her ass.

            “Can we hurry this, please, Michael?”

            The minister nodded and flipped through the small book he held in his hand before just putting it down on the bar to his side.  “Would you just like to take your vows?”

            Bruce nodded, then looked to April.  “I, Bruce, take thee, April, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to keep for my pleasure, for as long as we both shall live.”

            He had fed her the vows he wanted her to speak the night before, and had instructed her to memorize them.  A tear trickled down her cheek as she fought with herself, not wanting to speak the boorish words he wished her to speak, knowing she had no choice.

            “I, April, take thee, Bruce, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to pleasure your cock, to bathe myself in and consume your cum, to service your every whim, to, err…”

            She hesitated, eliciting a glare from Bruce, who painfully squeezed her ass to inspire her to continue.

            “To present my body in a whorish fashion, to allow full access to the entirety of my flesh and the depths of my orifices for penetration or any other treatment which you may require, to always ensure that you blow your load, even at the expense of my own pleasure, for as long as we both shall live.”

            The minister smiled evilly, his erection very obviously twitching underneath the robe.

            “By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife, yadda yadda.  Now, go on, love birds, and I shall be on my way.”  He extended his hand to Bruce.  “She’s a hot one.  You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”

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            Bruce laid April down onto his bed, lavishly covered with black satin, and removed the jacket of his tuxedo, shoes, and socks, tossing them to the side.  The sound of the thump of the shoes against the wall caused her to look over to the side, then she spotted a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice on the bedside table, along with two champagne flutes, a corkscrew, and an unlabeled bottle.

            Bruce started unbuttoning his shirt, then removed it after loosening his bowtie, shucking those to the side, as well, then rapidly removed his cummerbund, pants, and underwear.  He seemed to be in a pretty big hurry.

            April looked back to him with worry, her eyes locked on his large and hardened cock.

            “Remove your veil, baby.”  She did so, delicately placing it on the bedside table.  “Good girl.”  He crawled onto the bed, situating himself in a lying position on his side, putting his hand on her stomach.  “I know you’ve already lost your virginity, but I thought you could still wear white because you haven’t yet lost your anal virginity.”

            Her eyes grew wide and she took a deep, fearful breath, which made him laugh.  “You vowed, baby.  Every orifice I wish to lavish attention on.”  His hand traveled down her stomach and onto her mons, then over to her hip where he unclipped one of the bands that connected her bustier to her stockings.  He then did the other one, and resituated himself so that he could remove the delicate leggings.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll give your hungry pussy attention, too.  I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you, whore?”

            “Please, I don’t want to do this.”  Her big blue eyes looked up at him pleadingly.

            “You’ll love it, baby.  And it’s not like it really matters, because you also vowed to make me cum at the expense of your own pleasure.”  He straddled her, lifting up her bustier, motioning for her to sit up briefly so he could remove it.  Once it was removed, his hands came to her breasts, softly cupping the mounds and moving them in circles.  His eyes closed against the pleasure he got just from enjoying her tits.  “Mmmm.”

            His already steel cock stiffened and lengthened even more as it rested against her stomach.  “Ohhh, yeahhh.”  His fingers zeroed in on their pink targets, painfully pinching April’s delicate nipples, making her close her eyes and arc her back as she moaned in pain.

            “Alright, baby, let’s get these silly panties off,” he spoke, almost in a whisper.  He moved off of her and reached under the small of her back, easing her lower body up as he peeled the g-string from her body, displaying her bare pussy.

            She began trembling, naked save for the gloves on her hands.  “How about some champagne?”  He knew April was a booze hound, so he wasn’t surprised that once he uncorked the bottle and poured their two glasses, she immediately downed her own and half of the bottle.  “That’s okay.  You’re loose when you’re drunk.”

            She whimpered softly at the humiliating words he spoke, then put the bottle back on the table.

            He watched her in her nude state as he patiently sipped down a few glasses of the alcohol, leaving about a fourth of the bottle left.  He held it up and swirled it a bit to gauge the level left.  “Perfect.”  He turned his visual attention to her again.  “Now, slut, I need you to scoot to the bottom of the bed.”  She hesitated, but did so, not wanting to incur any punishments, at least not on the first day of being a slave.  She was buzzed, no doubt, and, as he had said, much more willing to fuck.

            He got off the bed with the bottle of champagne in hand and moved to the foot of the bed.  “Now, lift up your hips and spread your legs.”  She lifted her pelvis off the bed, bracing her feet on the edge, spread as far as she could in her position.  He smiled softly, reaching forward to swipe his index finger along the length of her pussy slit.  He swiftly found her clit and gently circled it, watching her sway her hips back and forth with a pleasured moan.  “That’s it, whore.”  He moved the bottle neck to her opening and quickly shoved it in, releasing her clit and circling her hips in his arm so he could angle her and let the sizzling liquid seep into her cunt. 

She yelped and whimpered in protest.  It was cold, the feeling of being filled with liquid unexpectedly was uncomfortable, and she protested by squeezing her vaginal walls, and the liquid spilled out, coursing down her ass cheeks and into her ass crack.  “You fucking drunk bitch.”  He smirked.  “You love your fucking drink, don’t you, bitch?  And you love your fucking cunt filled.”

Having gotten used to the feeling, and actually enjoying it, April used one of her arms to hold her legs up, closing them, but spreading the plane of her pussy so Bruce could teasingly pump the bottle neck in and out of her pussy.  “There we go.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, her eyes shut lightly as her head nuzzled into the plush of the bed.

Bruce lightly slapped at her thighs, and she let them down and splayed them to the side.  He sped up the penetrations into her dripping twat and reached up with his free hand to play with her tits.  “Oh, yeah.”

She whimpered softly, putting her newly freed hand up near her head, baring her body for his pleasure.

When he noticed her pleasure mounting, he let the bottle slip out of her pussy and across her perineum, venturing into the crinkle of her ass.  He stopped playing with her tits so he could restrain her should she try to get away. 

She yelped, her eyes flying wide open.  “Please don’t!”

“Shut up, bitch.  If you’re going to beg at all, it better be for me to use you.”

She shut up, not wanting to egg him on, but she still looked conflicted.  He wasn’t moving the bottle, but he could at any moment.  Her ass muscles were tightening to try to expel it, but he held it in firmly.  “Actually, I like the thought of your begging.  So, whore, go ahead.  Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please, fuck me, Bruce.”  She was monotonous.

He violently pumped the bottle in her ass several times, then quickly moved it back to her pussy, where he slowly and torturously began pumping her again.  “Say it like you mean it, whore.  You want to cum?”

Now that the bottle was back in her cunt, she enjoyed the feelings again.  The slow, deliberate movements helped her to start mounting her arousal again.  She spoke with renewed fervor.  “Please!  Oh, yes, please fuck me.  Fuck my pussy with the fucking bottle.”

“There we go,” he cooed.  “There you go, baby.”  She started moving her body against the neck of the bottle with a groan, pushing it deeper.  “That’s it.”

Bruce made a few very deep penetrations into her cunt.  “If you want to cum, you have to keep begging, slut.”

“Please, can I cum?”  Her breathing was deepening and speeding up.

“What do you call me?”

“Please, master, can I cum?”  She whimpered softly when he sped up the fucking of her pussy.

“What do you want me to do after you cum, baby?”

She groaned softly, “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do, bitch.”  He pushed the bottle deep, not moving it.  “You have to beg me.”

“Please, after I cum, can you fuck me in the ass?”  She went red with embarrassment, hoping she had chosen adequate words.

“Of course, baby.”  He started the pumping again.  “And you may cum.”  He sped it up, feeling resistance as her pussy muscles started squeezing back in pleasure.

“Mmmm, ahhhhh,” she moaned, rocking her hips back and forth to help get the bottle deeper.

“Oh, yes, baby,” he groaned, feeling the immense strain in his cock as she fucked the bottle.

“Oh, yeah!” she responded, clutching the bed as he continued to fuck her.

“Yeah, baby,” he cooed, pleased with her performance.

“Mmmm, ohhh yeahhhh!” she called as she came, her muscles clenching tightly onto the bottle.  “Fuck yeah,” she gasped as she slumped back against the bed.

“Mmmmm,” Bruce murmured as he slowly twisted the bottle and pulled it from her cunt.  “Oh, yeah, whore.  What a good girl you are.”  He patted her pussy with pride in his little slut, and she jumped slightly after the intensity of her orgasm.  “Did you like that, whore?”

She whimpered softly in humiliation.  “Yes, master.”

“You ready to get assfucked, slut?”

She groaned softly, “I’m scared, master.”  She bit down on her lip.

“Don’t be scared, baby.  It’s just a cock up your tight little ass.”

“But your cock is so big, master.”  She thought he might like to hear that.

She was right.  His chest swelled with pride and he stroked the length of his large dick a few times.  “I know, baby, and you’re so tight, but we have to do it.  You’re my wife, and you’ve already lost your oral and pussy virginities.  Don’t you want to give your master your anal virginity?”

“Yes, master,” she lied.  “What do I have to do?”

He snaked his hand forward and gave her clit a sharp pinch, making her yelp.  “I need you to get on your hands and knees in the center of the bed.  Since it’s your first time, I promise I won’t hurt you too badly.”

He brought the bottle back over to the bedside table, placing it down, picking up the bottle of oil and mounting the bed.  April had obediently gotten into the position he required of her.

He flipped open the tube of oil and drizzled it onto the crack of her ass, letting it ooze downward, then he rubbed his index finger along the crack, hooking the tip into her asshole.  She groaned in discomfort.

“Oh, yeah,” Bruce said, slipping his finger in all the way.  “Can you tighten on my finger, baby?”  She bore down, increasing the pressure on his finger.  “Oh, yeahhhhhhh,” he responded.  He watched her ass prettily constrict and relax around his finger rhythmically, rubbing one of her ass cheeks to display his pleasure.  “Look at that.  What a dirty little whore.”

April was clenching her teeth, gritting them against the penetrative discomfort in her asshole, merely performing to prevent any sort of punishment from being laid down upon her.  She slammed her head into the bed as she felt a second finger pop into her ass.

“You’re such a good girl.”

“Fuck my ass, please.”  She sounded meek.

“Oh, yeah!” he grinned, pleased to see her going above and beyond what he asked of her.  He wiggled the fingers, then started forcefully moving them from side to side, loosening her.  He then started moving them more quickly, shaking them violently, causing her to arc her back in pain and let out a scream.  “Yeah, baby!”  He pulled them out suddenly, getting up behind her and mounting her.

He slid his raging hard-on into her ass slowly, feeling her jerking and barking in pain.  He used one hand to hold himself up on the bed, leaving the other one free to soothingly stroke along April’s tummy.  “It’s okay, baby.  You’re being very good.  You’re being a very good slut.”

“It hurts, master,” she whined as he continued to slide into her, her body trembling as he was fully in her.

“I know, cunt,” he said, slowly working his dick up and down into her hole, continuing to rub along her stomach.  “It has to be done.”

He pumped a few times, then pushed deep inside of her, relishing in the sounds of her pain.  “Now push it.”  She bore down on his dick, massaging the length of his shaft, making him moan, his eyes squinting shut.  “Yeah, that’s it.”

He pulled out of her, moving his hands to her ass cheeks, pushing down on them to spread them apart and show her gaping hole.  “You want some cock?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered, relieved that her ass was empty.

“Say it, bitch.”

“I want your cock up my ass.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please!  Fuck my ass!”

He instructed her to fold one of her arms behind her back.  He pressed down on it, slamming his dick into her ass again.  He pumped her roughly, eventually releasing her arm to grip onto her ass cheeks.  She gained traction by dropping her arm down and gripping onto the bed.

Bruce reached underneath her with both arms, ceasing his pumping so he could flip them over.  He lay down, situating her on top, her feet on his thighs and her hands by his sides.  “Ride my cock.”

She began moving along his dick, aided by his hands propped against her back.  She was whimpering and moaning with pain.  “It’s okay,” he cooed, not really consoling her at all.

He started roughly pounding up into her, yelling louder than she, “I wanna fuck that ass, baby!”

Unsettled by the rough fucking, April’s arms gave way and she fell back against Bruce’s chest.  He continued to fuck her, but slightly gentler, one hand moving down to gently grasp an ass cheek, the other moving to a gyrating breast.  When he squeezed it, April moaned in pleasure, her ass massaging his cock inside of her.  He groaned, throwing his head back, eyes shut.  “Yeah.  Ohhhh, yessss.”

“Ohhh, god,” moaned April, also closing her eyes, surprised to actually feel an oncoming orgasm creeping up on her.

“Yes, baby,” moaned Bruce, lengthening his strokes.

“Oh, yeahhhh,” she responded as she began to shake.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” he cried, quickening his pace as he felt his load loosening in his balls.

“Fuck me!”

“Yeah, baby!”

She started crying out in staccato bursts, letting out a final scream as she came on top of him, clamping down on his dick.  This caused him to swiftly follow with his own orgasm.

“Fuck yeah!” he called as he blew his load into her ass, pounding several times before his dick was limp in her ass.

“What do you say, bitch?”

“Thank you, master.”  She gasped to catch her breath.  “Thank you for fucking my ass.”