Chapter 8 - Sleep Over

When Richard had said he was going to have a shower Janet foolishly thought she'd be left alone for a while. But although he took all the cuffs off he left her collar on and made her crawl to the bathroom as he told her that he was going to let her clean him.

As he stood in the large shower, letting his naked slave soap and wash him he felt like an arab shiek with a harem girl pampering him and looking after his every need. Way cool! Especially as he made her carefully soap and wash his still hard cock and run her soapy fingers through his arse crack. The other part that was great was when her boobs brushed against him. Also way cool! Boobs had to be one of the greatest things ever invented! When she was behind him, washing his back he captured her hands, bringing them around to his chest so that her big boobs were squashed against his back.

"That's the way slave, use those tits to wash me with. Yeah, good slave girl."

He made her rub him with her soapy boob for a while, getting her to stop and soap up her tits a couple of times till the rumble in his stomach intruded. After she's washed him he'd intended playing with her soapy body but he decided that could wait till another time. Which was one of the great things about this, that there would be other time - as many of them as he wanted.

"Okay slave, I reckon I must be clean now. Your turn. I'll give you thirty minutes to be clean, dry and looking good again."

It didn't take too long for Richard to dry and then she was alone, standing under the water, finally able to relax a bit as she tried to imagine the water washing all the horror and humiliation away. When she eventually turned off the shower it felt so good to be able to cover herself, to wrap a towel around her body that she just stood there, luxuriating in the feeling although she knew she'd have to get rid of the towel when he came back.

Picking up the hair dryer she sat in front of the mirror, examining her face really carefully as she started drying her hair. Nothing. Somehow she thought she should look different. After all she'd been raped, whipped, had all sorts of disgusting things done to her so surely it would show. But it didn't, not even where he'd slapped her face. Now that she'd showered, even her eyes were clear, no longer red from all the crying she'd done.

Putting down the dryer she slowly lowered the towel, exposing her boobs. There were a couple of faint red marks, but nothing that really looked like she been whipped. She carefully traced a finger along one of the marks across the top of her left boob but it didn't hurt. Still nothing. Then her focus went to her nipples remembering the agony when the whip had landed on them and when he'd squeezed them. Surely they'd still be sore she thought. Tentatively she rubbed her finger over her left nipple.

"Ohhh."

Although touching her nipple brought a gasp, it wasn't from pain. She quickly pulled the towel back up, ashamed at the tingling rush of pleasure that had radiated from her nipple when she touched it. Picking up the dryer again, she resumed drying her hair, fighting back a fresh round of tears. Once again her body was betraying her, proving what a slut she really was.

Mechanically she kept brushing and drying her hair till her arm ached and she had to stop. She sat, shoulders slumped, totally defeated once again as she stared blankly at the mirror, waiting for Richard.

"Yeah, that's great, you're looking good again. Okay, towel off and get in position slave."

She hadn't heard him come into the bathroom but she quickly slid off the chair, reluctantly unwrapping the towel and letting it drop to the floor as she knelt in front of him, hands behind her back. Although her eyes were downcast she could see the end of the lead so she wasn't surprised when he put the collar around her neck again, locking it in place. Then he dropped her clothes at her feet.

"Okay slave, you can put these back on for a while."

"Thank you."

"Master!"

"Thank you master. I'm sorry."

"You can write it down in your punishment book later along with all the other stuff. Now get them on."

Clothes. She wouldn't have to walk around naked. She quickly picked up them up, looking for her underpants, desperate to cover herself now that he was going to let her, but they weren't there. Her bra was also missing. All that he'd given her were her skirt and t-shirt. She knew she should just put on the skirt and top but she couldn't help herself asking.

"Umm, where's the rest . master?"

"What'd you mean?"

"Well, my bra and panties aren't here master."

"Fuck. You're really asking to be punished aren't you slave. You'll wear what I want you to wear. And I don't want you wearing underpants or a bra. You know what? For asking that you're not allowed to wear underpants or a bra from now on, understand? Ever! From now on you tits and cunt have to be available to me whenever I want them. So quit complaining or you can give me back the t-shirt slave."

"No, it's ok, I'm sorry master. I'm sorry really. Look, I'm putting them on master."

Cursing herself for being so stupid she quickly pulled the skirt and t-shirt on, grateful to at least be able to cover herself this much. Sinking to her knees again she resolved to just do what he said and not give him anymore reasons for punishments.

Richard found it almost as much of a turn on watching her legs and boobs disappear under the skirt and t-shirt, as when she taken them off earlier in the day. When she was finally kneeling at his feet again he felt what was becoming a familiar rush of power, this time because he knew that if he wanted to he could just put his hands inside her clothes and play with her and she wouldn't dare object. She was so his.

"Okay but that'll be two punishments. One for not calling me master and one for asking stupid questions. Now come on. Pizza should be here soon. No . you can crawl slave girl."

"Yes master."

With a tug on the leash, he headed off and she crawled after him, starting to wonder what other horrors he had planned for tonight and trying not to think of what the punishments might be.

They'd just reached the bottom of the stairs when the doorbell rang. His first thought was that he should hide her but then he realised that there was no need. In fact he could have a bit of fun with her.

"Okay slave, up you get. Here's the money."

She stared at him blankly as he unclipped the leash.

"I want you to pay for the pizza. Come on."

With any luck the delivery guy would be someone they knew from school so he could show off his new girlfriend but unfortunately it wasn't. However the guy was obviously impressed with Janet. When she answered the door his eyes went straight to her tits, checking out her obviously braless state which caused Janet to blush a deep red. Richard took the pizza and drink, quickly getting rid of them so he could stand behind her as she paid the guy.

He carefully put his hand on her beautiful arse, wishing he could tell the guy that she was his slave but knowing he'd just have to be happy with the guy assuming she was his girlfriend. Which was a pretty cool thing anyway. For a second she tensed and he thought she was going to try to pull away but she didn't.

As Janet and the guy did their stuff, Richard dropped his hand down till he felt the back of her bare thigh, then brought it up underneath her skirt till he was holding her naked arse cheek, gently squeezing the firm flesh. She only just managed to muffle her gasp, turning it into a cough as his finger slipping into her arse crack and pressed against her arsehole. The guy gave her a funny look as she coughed again, trying to cover her discomfort as he counted out the change in front of her and as Richard pushed his finger further forward along her slit till he was just able to get the tip of his finger into her cunt.

As soon as the pizza guy had backed out the door, shutting it behind him, Richard pulled his hand out and acted as though nothing unusual had happened.

"Okay. You take this stuff into the family room, I'll go get some glasses and stuff. Thought we could watch some tv, ok?"

"Um, ok . master."

They ate the pizza in front of the tv, sitting on the sofa side by side, watching reruns of The Simpson's on cable which Janet was sort of grateful for because it allowed her to half forget what had happened. And Richard didn't try to do anything to her which was even better. By the end of the third episode she was even joining Richard's laughter at the craziness of the Simpson's. Then a made for tv movie started and Richard left her by herself for a while as he cleared away the stuff from their dinner.

The movie wasn't really very interesting but Janet watched it intently. She figured that if it looked like she was really into it Richard might leave her alone.

When he came back, Richard was feeling sort of nervous as he'd decided that for the rest of the evening he wanted to act out another of his Janet fantasies. It was a major one this time, where he'd "accidentally" met Janet somewhere and instead of ignoring him like normal, she'd told him that she was really sorry about everything that had happened. She'd finally realised how horrible she'd been to him and really wanted them to be friends again. Richard, being such a great guy, had of course forgiven her and asked her if she wanted to come over to his place to hang out. They'd ended up watching tv and fortunately his parents were out. It was evening and they sat side by side on the sofa, watching a movie. Naturally they kissed and started to make out. It was really romantic and eventually she asked him to make love to her, telling him she wanted him to be her first. So of course he did. Sometimes on the sofa, other times they'd go to his room. And it was always great!

Of course he knew that reality wasn't going to be quite the same but that was okay. Just as long as it was close he thought. Sitting down alongside her again, he put his right arm around her shoulder, his hand casually draped on the top of her arm. In the fantasy she would have immediately snuggled into his chest but she just stayed as she was, sort of frozen, watching the tv. Problem. Of course Janet didn't know what the fantasy he was playing out was. He didn't want to have to tell her what to do all the time as he knew that would spoil the fantasy so he put some pressure on her arm with his hand, sort of pulling her closer to him, hoping she'd get it. For a second he thought she was going to resist but then she was changing her position, letting her head rest against his chest as she moved lower on the sofa. Although he did notice that she kept a hold of her skirt, making sure it didn't ride up her legs. Still, he could live with that. It just felt so good to have Janet's head against his chest.

After this initial move, Janet expected him to do more but he seemed content with having her head on his chest. After a few minutes waiting for his next move she relaxed again and tried to turn her attention back to the movie. Maybe the night was going to be okay after all she thought.

Richard resisted the temptation to do anything for as long as he could. He only half watched the movie, most of his time being spent looking down at her body, watching the way her beautiful boobs rose and fell. Because she didn't have her bra on he could see the bumps her nipple made on the tshirt. They obviously weren't hard but it was still an incredible turn on being able to look at the sexy bumps they made against the thin material of her tshirt. And below her boobs, her slim legs were like a magnet as they disappeared under her skirt.

When the temptation became too great he just shifted position a bit as though he was getting comfortable again and in doing so his left hand ended up against her left knee. For a couple of minutes he didn't do anything but then he started moving finger against her knee. Now in his fantasy she would have responded, moved even closer and let her hand drift to his leg, caressing him the same way he was caressing her. But of course she didn't do any of that so he just concentrated on his mission which was to slowly work his way up her leg to that magical place, her cunt.

As soon as his fingers touched her knee Janet knew is was on again, knew that this was the start of another round of some sort of sex. As she watched first one finger, then two, then his whole hand moving against her knee she just hoped that there would be no pain this time. Which she knew meant she'd have to do what he wanted and not try to stop him. So as his hand moved further up her leg she resisted her natural instinct to push his hand away and stayed leaning against his shoulder, trying to stay relaxed, hoping that this was what he wanted her to do. The first real test came when his hand was about a quarter the way along her thigh and his finger pressed against her other leg. She knew what this meant and immediately let her legs spread apart a bit.

When she let her legs spread at just the lightest push from his finger he felt his cock jerk. This was more like the way she should be acting, responding immediately to what he did. His hand move down between her legs, caressing the silky smooth inside of her thigh and when his fingers once again brushed against her other leg she spread them open again even further. Then a couple of seconds later he watched spellbound as, without any prompting from him, she moved her right foot, her leg spreading apart as far as her skirt would allow, giving him total access to her cunt. Yes! She was doing it totally! His stomach sort of tightened and his cock got even harder if that was possible. This was becoming such a turn on!

It wasn't that she wanted to open her legs like this but as his fingers moved further up her leg she'd figured she didn't have a choice. Of course it then made it easy for his hand and fingers to stroke the sensitive inside of her thigh which felt nice. Very nice. Increasingly nice, especially as he was taking so long about it, his fingers and nails moving almost imperceptibly closer to her pussy.

By now his hand was pushing against her skirt, inching it higher and higher up her legs, exposing more and more of her beautiful thighs. Then another movement caught his eyes and he stared transfixed as her nipples hardened, pushing out against her tshirt. She must be getting turned on by this. Fucking amazing! He didn't really think about the next move as his other hand left her shoulder and turned her head up to him till their lips met.

One part of her was telling her just do the minimum but there was another part that really was getting turned on and there was no hesitation in parting her lips and letting his tongue invade her mouth. No, not invade because he was being nice, gentle even, his tongue just carefully probing till she let her own tongue answer.

As they kissed he let his hand move all the way up till he was pressing against her hot cunt, feeling the wonderful touch of her silky pubic hair against his thumb as it rested on her mound. This was so perfect, kissing her as he started to feel her up. Well almost perfect.

The only thing that was missing now for Richard was the feel of her hand on his cock which by now felt like it was going to burst as it pressed up against his shorts, begging to be released and played with. For a while he was content to just kiss her, hoping she'd do something herself but finally he had to get her moving. He brought his right hand down again so it was on her upper arm and then all he needed to do was apply a little bit of pressure and her hand moved from her side over to his leg.

She wasn't surprised when he did this as she knew he'd want her to touch his thing . no, his cock, it was just that she hadn't been able to bring herself to initiate it. Now however it was clear what he wanted so she moved her hand along his leg till she felt the lump made by his cock.

Richard's stomach was doing flip flops with the intensity of what was happening. He was sitting watching tv with Janet Sheen and they were petting, necking, making out, whatever anyone wanted to fucking call it. And it was so close to being the real thing, really like she was his girlfriend, so like his fantasies, that he was feeling totally satisfied. Well almost totally satisfied. That would come when he fucked her again, but for the moment he wanted to keep enjoying kissing her and feeling her up like this while she played with his cock.

As he felt her hand wrapping around his cock, lightly squeezing it, he pressed his index finger into her slit and curling it up, managed to slide it into her cunt. She tensed, moaning into his mouth and then it felt like she actually pushed her hips forward, as though she was trying to get more of his finger inside her. Which he was more than happy to do except the position they were in made it hard to get more than half his finger inside her. Time to get her into a better position.

Moving his hand from between her legs he reached over and grabbed her legs with one hand while his other hand was applying pressure on her far arm. For a second nothing happened and then she obviously worked out what he wanted. She was already half twisted to him so it was fairly easy for her to reposition herself, swinging her body over his, so that she was kneeling on the couch, her knees on either side of his legs, her body now facing him.

During this they hadn't broken their kiss and her hand hadn't left his cock. Her other hand ended up on his shoulder and for a while Richard was content to just kiss her, his hands resting on her back as he enjoyed the feel of her hand playing with his cock and her tongue in his mouth. Eventually of course he wanted more and he started caressing her back, making sure as he did so that he was starting to pull her t-shirt up, bit by bit till it wouldn't go any further. Only then did he reluctantly break the kiss.

As he lifted the tshirt up and off, she kept her eyes down, unable to look at him. This was getting confusing again. After all he'd done to her, kissing him like this should be horrible but it wasn't. He was a good kisser, strong but not slobby like some of the guys she'd known. And although his tongue was in her mouth, it wasn't like he was trying to choke her with it. Her arms lifted up in the air as the tshirt came off and then they were down by her side as she just stopped herself from using them to hide her naked boobs from him.

It seemed kind of silly to him but seeing her boobs once again really took his breath away they were so perfect. Big, round and sitting impossibly high on her body, not sagging one little bit like so many of the boobs he'd seen in the stuff on the net. Begging him to kiss them, to worship them! So he did, leaning in till his lips captured her left nipple as his hands returned to her back. In his fantasies, her nipples had never been as exciting as they were in real life. The texture of them against his lips and tongue was unlike anything else he'd ever known and he knew that he'd keep returning to them again and again in the days ahead.

For a few seconds Janet was unsure what to do, caught in a three way fight. She could either be a statue till he made her do something, pretend to like what he was doing or she could give into the pleasure of what he was doing to her body. She just decided to do the safe, middle choice and pretend to like what he was doing when he started to gently suck on her nipple at the same time as the tip of his tongue was circling around it.

"Ohh, mmm ."

Of their own volition, her hands came up to his head, holding him against her, as her eyes closed and she allowed herself to become lost in the tingling pleasure he was bringing to her nipples. It was like she suddenly had the most incredible itch in her nipple and he was giving her the ultimate satisfaction as he dealt with it.

For the next few minutes Richard licked and sucked at her nipples, taking the time as he moved from one to the other to really get to know them. He loved the occasional moans she made and the times when her hands tightened momentarily on his head, making a mental note of just what his lips and tongue were doing each time it happened. What she seemed to like the most was when he was using a moderate suction at the same time as he swirled his tongue around the rubbery buds. The other one that seemed to work was flicking his tongue as quickly as he could over them.

The trouble was that all she was doing now was holding his head and moaning a bit. In his fantasy she was more active than this, constantly touching him, showing how much she wanted him. This was sort of okay, but not really what he wanted and finally he had to acknowledge that she wasn't keeping up her side of his fantasy. Her hands had remained on his head for way too long. Not that having her hands on his head wasn't great, especially when her fingers tightened on his head, sort of giving him a head massage. But by now, at least in his fantasy, she should have been taking his clothes off and she should have been touching him everywhere, not just on his head. Reluctantly he pulled back, releasing her nipple.

Janet had sort of lost herself over the last few minutes, closing her eyes and just allowing the wonderful sensations to flow through her boobs as he licked and sucked at her nipples. It took her a couple of seconds to register that he wasn't bringing his mouth back to her nipples and she opened her eyes, slowly focusing on his face, only inches from hers, his lips parted, inviting her.

He waited for a few seconds as they stared at each other but she didn't make any move so reluctantly he ran his hands along her arms up to where they were still resting on his head. Taking her hands in his he moved them down to his chest so her fingers were against the buttons of his shirt. When he felt her fumbling with the top button, he closed the gap between them and started kissing her again.

She'd been so confused, almost at the point of panicking after he'd broken the kiss and kept staring at her. Even when he moved her hands from his head she still didn't know what he wanted. It was only as she felt the button on his shirt against her finger that she realised what he wanted. She started unbuttoning his shirt, doing them as quickly as she could, working her way down his chest till she had them all undone. He hadn't put his arms around her again and she knew that this must be so she'd be able to take his shirt off, so she did, working it over his shoulders and down his arms then letting it fall to the couch behind them.

With his shirt now off, she knew what he'd be wanting next. He'd want her to take the rest of his clothes off. She tried to do it but her fingers seemed to freeze and she just couldn't. After what felt like an eternity, she put her hands on his back and started caressing his back as they continued kissing, hoping that doing this would keep him happy.

Now that his shirt was off, he pulled her against him, loving the feel of her hard nipples touching him and then her boobs flattening out against his chest like twin pillows. But although that felt great he knew it was now totally impossible to keep the fantasy thing going. Maybe he should have told her what he wanted but that would have sort of spoiled it anyway. It was probably that she needed more training. Yeah, that was it. He was treating her like his girlfriend but she was his slave, not his girlfriend. And what he was meant to be doing now was training her to be a good sex slave. Already he'd found that punishing her was a very effective way of getting her to be a good slave so it was pretty clear that he was going to have to punish her lots more before she really got it.

He decided to mostly discard the fantasy, but not the fuck! After fucking her, he'd give her another punishment session, making sure she understood that some of the punishment was because she wasn't doing the things he wanted her to do right now. Breaking the seal between their lips, he moved her head down, tilting his head back so her lips were against his throat. For a couple of seconds she just left them against his throat, not really doing anything then he felt her tongue and the movement of her lips, licking and kissing him. As he guided her head lower, his other hand was pressing against her knee till she moved it back.

For a while Janet was confused about what he wanted, desperately trying to figure it out. Then it dawned. He wanted her to standup, probably so she could take off his pants, but she obviously had to keep kissing his body at the same time.

The way she was kissing his throat and then his chest as he pushed her head further down was kind of disappointing. Not that it wasn't great just to feel her lips on him. To know that it was Janet's tongue that was licking him but he thought it should have felt even better. It was tentative, didn't really feel like she was getting into it the way he knew he had when he'd kissed her whole body earlier in the day. He'd have to remember to punish her for that later so she'd be better at it the next time. Yeah, that was definitely the way to go, use this to set up her punishments! And then maybe have a training session. And what he could do tomorrow maybe would be have a training session where he was punishing her as part of the session. That'd be fun. He could tell her to do things to him, punish her for not doing the properly, get her to do them again, punish her. Shit he could do that all day till she was absolutely perfect at all the sex stuff he wanted! Yeah, tomorrow was going to be an awesome day too!

Still, at least she'd worked out that she had to stand up so she could get his pants off. As he felt her hands tugging at the waist of his shorts, he lifted his bum, allowing her to pull them down his legs and off, letting his raging hard cock bounce free again. Soon, soon he'd be back inside that most amazing of places, her beautiful, tight, velvety cunthole!

Both his hands were now holding her head, guiding her lips down his body and she had no doubt where he wanted her to end up. When the underside of her chin bumped into his cockhead she heard him gasp and then he was pulling her mouth from his stomach and tilting her face down. Opening her lips wide she let the smooth swollen head of his cock slide over them into her mouth once again.

"Oh yeah. That's the way, get my cock wet."

Now that she knew exactly what he wanted, it was easy. Bringing her hands into play, her left hand cradled his balls while her right hand held the base of his cock and started moving up and down, just as the girls in the videos did.

"Mmmmm"

"Oh fuck yeah. And take the rest of your clothes off. That's the way."

Maybe it was no longer his 'first time' fantasy but it was still fucking amazing he thought as he looked down at her. He was watching the top of her head bobbing up and down as she started sucking his cock, her lips tight and her tongue moving against his cockhead and shaft. Then as he looked down her back, one hand start tugging at her skirt, pulling it from where it was bunched around her waist, over her hips and bum, and then down her legs to fall to the floor. Now she was naked again, just the way a slave should be! And as she settled down onto her knees again, he felt her boobs against his thighs, her hard nipples drilling into his legs.

He kept her servicing his cock for at least ten minutes, one hand guiding her head up and down in an almost hypnotic dance with his hips providing an instinctive counter move. As her head swallowed him his hips pushed up, and then dropped down as her tight sucking mouth moved back up. Heaven!

It would have been good to let her keep sucking him till he filled her mouth with his come once again but he wanted more, he wanted to come deep inside her as he felt her body pressed against his. He lifted her head off his swollen cock.

"Ok, get back up here. Come on, sit up here like you were before."

As Janet clambered back onto the couch, her knees on either side of his thighs, he slid down a little further so that his wet cock was positioned under her, ready for her to sit on it.

"Sit on my cock. Come on, put my cock in you. I want to feel it sliding all the way into you."

As her hand started to position his hard cock at her slit his mouth hungrily covered hers again, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Rubbing his cockhead back and forth through her already damp slit she eased down a fraction as she lined the head up with the entrance to her vagina . no her cunt. For a moment she hesitated, her shame and humiliation surfacing, not sure if she could bring herself to voluntarily impale herself on his cock but the fear of his "punishments" was enough push her into action. Easing down she let him enter her. Start raping her again but this time apparently she was going to have to do all the work.

"Ohh ."

At first it was just the top of his cock stretching her again, filling her entrance but then she eased down more, once again feeling a cock opening her up, splitting her in two. With half his cock inside she stopped to get her breath before she lifted up a fraction and then dropped down again. This happened three more times until she had all his cock inside her, filling her totally. During all this their mouths had been glued together, his tongues invading her mouth as his cock invaded her cunt.

For a while she stayed locked there, coming to terms once again at feeling so incredibly full. The trouble was that it felt good having this thing inside her and she didn't want it to, she wanted it to feel horrible, like being raped should feel. But it didn't feel horrible, didn't feel like an invasion, more like a coming home as though she was meant to have something stretching and filling her down there.

"Oh yeah, your pussy is so hot. So hot and so tight. Feels so fucking good. Okay, now, fuck me. Come on start moving it slave."

As she started slowly moving up and down on his cock he dropped his head down to her tits, capturing one of her hard nipples in his mouth and sucking on it while his hands moved down to her hips. He let her keep the slow pace going because it sort of felt like her cunt was massaging his cock, making it feel really good but not pushing him too far. Having come so many times already today he was pretty sure he'd be able to hold out for a long time and he was planning on enjoying every long minute of it.

His lips moved back and forth from one nipple to the other as his hands caressed her thighs and bum, feeling her muscles flex and relax as she continued fucking him. It wasn't only the feelings that were so great, it was also the fact that he could do this. Get her to fuck him in this sort of gentle, loving fashion.

In spite of herself, Janet was also enjoying this, more and more. It felt like his cock was caressing her pussy as she slid up and down and after a while she was even pushing her tits forward, helping him to tongue and lick her achy, hard nipples.

"Ohh."

It was getting too much for both of them and when one of his hands gripped her hips and started to increase the pace of her fucking him there was no thought of resistance.

"Oh fuck yeah. Feels so fucking good. Oh shit. This is fucking incredible."

Now he took complete control of the pace forcing her to go faster and faster until her tits were bouncing and he couldn't keep her nipple in his mouth. For a while he watched her firm boobs jiggling on her chest before he pulled her body against his, pressing her tits to his chest as his mouth found the side of her neck and he started kissing her neck, sucking on her. As hard as he tried to hold back his climax, it proved impossible and his grip on her hip became almost painful as he pulled her down, jamming his cock up as forcefully as he could.

"Shit. Coming, fucking coming! Oh fuck yeah! Oh, fuck that's so fucking good! Oh shit."

He held her as tightly as he could his hips jerking up with each glorious pulse as he filled her cunt once again with his come.

"Oh fuck yeah. Coming inside you again! Fucking amazing. Oh shit that's good!"

Janet was getting close to coming but wasn't there yet. Her first instinct was to keep riding his cock, to allow the pressure that had been building on her clitoris each time she pressed her pubic bone against him to bubble over into her own climax but she didn't. She just remained frozen in position, waiting for his next move, praying he was happy with what she'd done and wouldn't find anything to punish her for.

Richard held her as tightly as he could, his spent cock still inside her, occasionally jabbing his hips up as another aftershock hit him. Perfection! He'd never come so many times in the one day and felt like he'd never need to come again. Well at least not till tomorrow. Finally he released his grip on her, flopping back on the couch.

"Wow. That was so good. Fucking you is so fucking good slave."

He didn't think she'd come this time and for a couple of seconds he thought about making her come by playing with her clit but he really didn't think he had the energy. And besides she was his slave, this was about him feeling good, not her! Reaching out he brushed his fingers idly over her still swollen nipples.

"Ohh."

"Like that do you slave? Hey, I asked you a question slave."

"I'm sorry, yes master, I do. I do like it master."

"And aren't you forgetting something slave?"

She stared at him, her fear creeping up on her again as she tried to think of what she'd forgotten. Then it hit her. She had to clean his cock, lick their juices off after he'd fucked her.

"No, master, I didn't forget, really. See, I'm doing it now master."

There was a plopping sound as she pulled herself off his cock and then she was kneeling between his legs, her mouth and tongue busily licking every trace of come from his cock and balls.

Although he was enjoying the power he clearly now had over her as she slavishly licked and sucked his cock and balls, he was a bit pissed of that she'd lied to him. He'd seen it in her eyes that she had forgotten. As he watched her licking away all traces of his come he started to get pissed off at her again. She really did need punishing if she was going to keep trying to bullshit him. He shouldn't have had to remind her about sucking his cock after he'd fucked her and he she was meant to thank him for fucking her. Yep, he'd get her to write all the things she done wrong in her book and then it'd be punishment time! He lent over her and whacked her on her naked arse.

"Ahh."

"Okay bitch, that's enough. Time to write up your punishment book."

"Yes master."

He'd left the book on the coffee table in front of them so she swiveled around to start.

"Let's see I think the first one would be didn't want me to watch you taking a piss. And didn't call me master - you'd better leave space for adding in each time you didn't call me master cause I think we'll find there's been a few. And I think you called me Richard that time which you're not allowed to do because you're just a slut slave so write that down."

As she started writing down the punishments the terror that gripped her body was so overwhelming she literally had to force her hand to write, grasping the pen tightly so it wouldn't slip out of her shaking hand. She didn't know if she'd be able to stand being whipped again and wanted to beg him not to hurt her but she was afraid that if she did that he'd just add more punishments. So she just kept on mindlessly writing, slowly filling the page with punishment after punishment.

He thought it would only take a few minutes but it took over thirty minutes for her to write down all the punishments. And during those thirty minutes he started to get more excited about punishing her, about giving her some more pain after the way she'd been hurting him for the last three years with her stuck up attitude. She was squatting on her knees crouched over the coffee table with her back to him and for a while he just slouched back on the couch, recovering from their fuck as he told her what to write down. After a while though the sight of her naked back and bum became too tempting and he moved forward on the couch so he could touch her.

When he touched her bum she tensed but he didn't mind that. By now it was a pretty long list of things he was going to be punishing her for and he wasn't finished yet. He cupped her bum with her hand and that was when he knew what he was going to do. Spank her. Put her over his knees and spank her. To actually have his hand directly hitting her rather than using the whip would be great. Lifting his palm up he brought it down in a practice slap, stopping just short of hitting her but imagining the sound of his hand hitting her and the cry she'd make. And maybe slapping the backs of her thighs as well, that'd probably hurt a fair bit.

By now he had both hands on her bum, kneading the meaty globes as he fantasised about the spanking he was going to give her. He hurried up the last few punishments eager to get on with the next part of the evening.

"And final punishment I think is that you didn't thank me for fucking you just then. Didn't thank me for filling your worthless cunt full of my come."

"Yes master."

"Okay slave. When you've finished writing that up go upstairs to my bedroom and wait for me. And take the book with you."

"Yes master."

By the time Janet had finished writing the last punishment in the book, he'd left. She looked longingly at her skirt and top, so wanting to put them on but knowing it would probably only lead to more punishments if she did. Instead she stood and headed to the stairs. It was only as she started up the stairs that she really became conscious of her nakedness. She was walking around a house naked, something she'd only ever done in her own bedroom or bathroom. It felt weird and she put an arm across her boobs and held the book over her bush. This still left her feeling as if her bum was exposed and she hurried up the stairs, wanting to at least get into a room where she could feel more in control, more covered.

She thought he'd be in his room waiting for her but he wasn't and at first she just stood in the middle of the room, not sure what to do. She was about to sit on the edge of his bed to wait when the risk she was taking by just standing there hit her. She was meant to be kneeling when he came into a room. Tossing the book onto his desk she dropped to her knees and got into the ready position he'd taught her earlier in the day. Knees spread, bum on the floor, boobs pushed out and hands behind her back. After a few seconds she realised she was facing away from the door and that was probably wrong so she quickly shuffled around so that she'd be facing him when he came in, then she waited.

Punishment. The reality of what he was going to do started to crowd in on her now as she waited. He was going to whip her again, probably on her boobs and everywhere. She couldn't stop the trembling and then the tears that started trickling down her cheeks. It was going to hurt and she didn't think she could take it again but she knew she couldn't stop him. Not unless she left and if she did then everything she'd let him do today would be for nothing. Although her life felt like it was over after what he'd done to her today, if she left and he told people about her cheating it would really be over. She had to stay, had to let him do everything he wanted to do to her.

When he came into the room about five minutes later he was really pleased to see that she was kneeling in her slave position but when he realised she was crying he was a bit thrown. He'd come in all prepared to start punishing her but seeing her crying like this somehow made it difficult. She looked really sad and if anything, he wanted to hug her which of course he knew he couldn't do. Then he saw the punishment book lying on his desk and he walked past her to pick it up. Looking at the list of things he was going to punish her for was all he needed to get over her tears. It was the ones where she was still treating him as unimportant, like when she went off at him earlier and called him a shit that really stood out. This wasn't about her tears now, it was about the way she'd been treating him for the last few years. It was about teaching her a few lessons and if that meant she cried some more, good!

"Okay slave, crawl over here and lie down over my legs."

With a huge effort she forced herself to turn around and crawl to where he was sitting at his desk. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to do but he made it pretty easy, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into position lying on her stomach across his legs.

It was as though her body was made to lie across his lap like this. Her thighs were pressed against his right thigh and he could feel the underside of her tits squashing into his left thigh. Heaven. Made even more heavenly of course be her beautiful smooth rounded bum, just waiting for his hand. At first he just enjoyed caressing and squeezing her bum, before letting his fingers trailing into her crack then down her thighs. He could feel her shivering, probably from fear but that only spurred him on. Grabbing her punishment book from his desk he dropped it on the floor near her head.

"Okay slave, here's what's going to happen. You're going to read out each punishment and how many times I have to slap you for it. You will then count out each slap as I give it. When we've finished a punishment you will thank me for punishing you then you tell me what the next punishment is for and how many slaps you deserve. Okay slave?"

"Yes master."

"And if you fuck up, you know, like forget to thank me or don't count, then you'll get that punishment again and again till you do get it right. Okay what's the first one."

Slaps. He was going to slap her. She'd been so convinced that he was going to use his whip on her that she almost thanked him, assuming that being slapped couldn't hurt anywhere near as much as the whip had. Upside down the way she was it wasn't easy but she managed to get the book open and read out the first punishment. All she had to do was read out the punishments, count them and thank him after each one. It should be easy and probably wouldn't hurt too much.

"Didn't want my master watching me taking a piss. One slap master."

"That'll be two of course 'cause I have to double it because of your daily cheating punishment don't I? I said don't I slave?"

"Yes master .. ow! Umm, one. Oww, two."

As he landed the first one on her right cheek and the second on her left cheek he realised how exciting this was going to be. In some ways much better than using a whip because the actual physical contact was a real buzz, especially the way he could feel her body react. As he hit her he could feel each jerk she made. And with the whip he'd been worried about hitting her too hard and breaking her skin but he didn't see how he could do anything like that no matter how hard he slapped her.

There was a white imprint of his palm on each of her arse cheeks. At first it was really clear then it faded until it was almost the same colour as the rest of her bum, just a little redder. He brushed his fingers over where he'd hit as he waited for her to thank him for punishing her and then tell him what the next punishment was. His cock had lost some of it's hardness after fucking her downstairs but as he thought about her actually thanking him each time he spanked her it got superhard again and he could feel it pressing up into her belly. This really was awesome, a total power trip he thought, being able to punish her and then have her thank him for it.

The slaps had hurt more than she'd been expecting, stinging her and she wanted to reach back to protect herself but knew she didn't dare. She stared at the punishment book through teary eyes starting to realise just how many things there were he was going to be hitting her bum for. Dozens! Maybe he'd get tired of it she thought and not do them all.

"Didn't call master master .five, master."

He couldn't believe she'd forgotten to thank him. Probably on purpose he thought. He'd brought his hand down on her arse twice in quick succession, hitting her at least twice as hard as the first time.

"Ahh, shit! Owww."

"You stupid cunt. I told you to thank me after each punishment. Fucking shit you are a dumb cunt."

"I'm sorry, master. Thank you. Thank you master."

As she tried to make it up he could hear the panic in her voice but he was pissed off now. He wasn't going to let her get away with it that easily. He gripped her left arse cheek squeezing it as hard as he could.

"That's all is it? What are you thanking me for, huh?"

"Ahh, for punishing me master."

"What? For punishing who? Who are you?"

He dug his fingers into her bum even harder.

"Ohh, your slave. For punishing your slave master. Thank you for punishing your slave because I didn't want you to watch me going to the toilet master."

"I can't believe how stupid a cunt, you are? What you should say is 'Thank you for punishing your slave because your slave didn't want you to watch her going to the toilet master.' Get it? "

"Yes master."

"Fucking hell you're slow. Yes master what?"

"Yes master I get it."

Letting go of his grip on her arse cheek he slipped his finger over to her arsehole and forced his middle finger as far into her arse as he could.

"Ahhhh."

"No, you obviously don't or you'd have said yes master your stupid cunt gets it."

"Oww, I'm sorry master. Your stupid cunt gets it."

"What else are you?"

"What master?"

"What else are you, you stupid cunt?"

"Umm . your slave, master?"

"And?"

"I don't know master . ahh."

He'd hooked his finger in her arse then lifted, dragging her bum a couple of inches off his lap for a second.

"You're my cocksucker, my slut, my bitch, aren't you slave?"

"Yes master, I'm your cocksucking slut, your bitch, your slave, master. Please master, your cocksucking slave is so sorry. Please."

It really was great hearing her call herself all those things. He tried to remember some of the other names he'd read in sex stories.

"You're a cum loving slut, a whore, a fuck bunny, a fuck face, an arse fuck. You're all those things aren't you cunt?"

"Yes master."

"Good, so don't you fucking forget it. I want to hear you talking about yourself like that from now on. Or else, slut. Understand?"

"Yes master."

"Okay what's the next punishment?"

"I . no, I mean your, umm, your slut didn't call you master five times, master."

"Ten. Start counting."

"Uhh . one."

Although it really wasn't as painful as when he'd whipped her it still hurt. And as his hand kept returning to the same spot it started to hurt even more until by the time he'd finished this round it felt like her bum was burning up and she was getting worried that be spanked was going to be as painful as being whipped, maybe even more painful. By the time she'd announced the tenth slap the tears were once again rolling freely down her cheeks.

"Ahhh shit . ten. Thank you for punishing your slut because your slut didn't call you master."

"Next?"

"Called you Richard. Oww!"

"No you stupid bitch, that's not how you talk now. You say 'your cuntface slut or your slimy fuck bunny or your cum slut called you Richard, master'. Now fucking get it right bitch."

"Sorry master, sorry. Your, ummm, your cum slut called you Richard."

"Okay, one slap plus one of course."

"Uhh, one . uhh, two. Thank you master for punishing your cum slut for calling you Richard."

"My pleasure cum slut. What's next?"

"Your cum slut didn't suck your cock properly. Three."

"No, I fucking want you to call yourself something different for each punishment. Come on. Again."

"Sorry master, sorry. Umm, ummm . your, umm, your cuntface bitch didn't suck your cock properly. Three slaps master."

He knew she was crying, he could hear it in her voice but at the moment he didn't really care. This was once again payback for the years of treating him like shit and he wasn't going to let her tears stop him. Besides, he was really enjoying this, the feel of her bum against his hand, the cries of pain. And to hear her calling herself things like a cum slut wasn't in any of his fantasies. It was however horrible, dirty and an most of all an incredible turn on!

After these first few rounds her bum was starting to look really red so he moved his attention to the backs of her thighs, delivering three slaps to each side. So it continued with Richard alternating between her bum and her thighs as he worked through all the punishments till even his hand was starting to hurt.

Janet reached a point where her backside was throbbing so painfully that she thought she was going to have to make him stop no matter what the consequences. But then a funny thing happened. The pain seemed to fade away and it was as though her bum and thighs had become numb. Numb and hot but a heat liked she'd never felt before. Almost a tingling heat that seemed to spread over her back, stomach and all down her legs. Finally it was coming to an end and there was only one more punishment.

"Your fuck slut didn't lick master's come of his cock after he fucked his fuck slut's cunt. Two slaps master."

"His fuck slut's slimy cunt. You do have a slimy cunt don't you?"

"Sorry master. Yes master. His fuck slut's slimy cunt."

"I want you to spread your legs as wide apart as you can."

He was pushing her legs apart, exposing her crack and then holding his hand between her legs, against her hot, wet pussy and arse crack.

"For this last punishment I'm going to slap you here, right on your cunt. If you keep your legs apart after the first slap and don't try to stop me then I'll only do the two slaps. But if you bring your legs together you get four slaps. Understand slave?"

"Yes master."

"Okay slave here goes."

"Ahhhh . oh shit . oh fuck, hurts . shit . uhh, one master."

"Good slave."

"Ahhh . two master."

It was over. No more punishment. She wasn't going to ever give him a reason to punish her again. She was going to do everything he asked as soon as he asked it. Before he asked if she could. And never forget to call him master or thank him for everything he did to her. Shit. Thank him.

"Thank you master for punishing your fuck slut for not licking master's come off his cock after he fucked his fuck slut's slimy cunt."

"Well let's hope I don't have to do it again. Let's hope you've learnt to be a good slave now."

"I have master. I promise I'll be good master."

"I?"

Shit, already she was forgetting. She had to stop saying I!

"Your cunt. Your cunt promises to be good master."

Her bum and the backs of her legs were now really red from the way he'd been punishing her. Making sure her legs stayed spread, he ran his hand over her backside, feeling the heat from the beating he'd given her. He had no doubt her bum was really sore. Good he thought, she deserved it. His anger had almost dissipated, but he still wanted to hurt her, to pay her back. His fingers, almost with a mind of their own slipped into her arse crack and started tracing around the pink rosette of her arsehole. After they'd fucked downstairs he didn't think he'd be able to fuck her again but now, having had her over his knee for the last twenty minutes while he belted her, things were different. At least that was the message he felt he was getting from his cock which was as hard as ever, this time poking into her stomach. But what he really wanted to poke it into was her arse again. He slipped his finger down into her cunt, twising it around to get it slippery and wet before bringing it back to her arsehole. A gentle push and his finger slipped into her arse and he started to fingerfuck her.

"Ohhh."

"You don't mind if I fuck you up the arse again do you slave?"

"Uh, no master. You can fuck me . your slave there . up your slave's arse master."

With her bum and thighs feeling so hot and her pussy still stinging from being slapped she could barely feel his finger inside her arse. Not that she wanted him to fuck her there again because it had been really painful when he did it earlier but somehow it didn't seem to matter after everything that had happened today.

"Okay slut, I think I will. I'll just get you greased and opened up first then we can do it."

The tube of lubricant was within easy reach so Richard squirted some of in into her arse crack and started working it into her arsehole with his fingers. He started with just one finger but after a while he added a second finger, stretching her pretty little arsehole as much as he could. He tried to added a finger from his other hand but wasn't able to so left it at two fingers, fucking them in and out for a few minutes, setting up a steady corkscrewing rhythm. When he finally pulled his fingers out she stayed open for a few seconds and he could see inside her arsechute. Yeah, he was going to stuff it with his cock and then empty another load of his come up there. Fucking amazing.

"There that should be enough. Now get on the bed on your back slut. Time for us to do some serious arse fucking."

He stood up, half rolling her off his lap so she fell onto the floor. Looking down at her he smiled as she started crawling to the bed. Once again he was feeling totally in control and also really feeling like making sure she knew it. Must have been something about having his fingers up her arse he thought as he covered his cock with the lube.

Janet was in a daze as she crawled to the bed and climbed onto it to lie on her back. There was no thought of resisting, no thought of protesting. She was ready to say and do anything he wanted because it didn't seem to matter anymore. He could do anything he wanted to her and she'd smile, yell, beg, do whatever he asked because that was all she could do. All she could do was be a slut, act like all of the names she'd called herself, a cocksucker, fuck toy, a cunt whose only use was to try to please him.

This time Richard wanted to be able to watch her face as he fucked her arsehole. Climbing on the bed beside her he started arranging her to make her arsehole more accessible. In some of the stories he'd read he'd seen this so he pushed two pillows under her bum, raising it up, then he lifted her legs up and over to the side till her feet were level with her face.

"Grab your ankles. Good - spread them as far apart as you can. Yeah, that's the way. Excellent!"

Moving around till he was crouched between her widely spread legs he looked down at her cunt and arse, just waiting for him. The first thing he noticed was that the backs of her thighs and her bum were really red from the spanking he'd just given her. Then he was looking at her beautiful cunt and arse. Her cuntlips were spread apart and he could see that she was still wet inside from when they'd fucked downstairs while around her arsehole was all shiny and glistening from the lube he'd applied. Now that he had her ready the urgency to fuck her diminished. He wanted to play with her some more.

He lightly ran the fingers of both hands up and down from the backs of her knees, along her thighs and across her bum for a while, smiling as he saw the goose bumps appear on her legs. Tiring of that he moved his attention to the more interesting place and started playing with her arsehole eventually pushing his thumb into her which looked so weird that he pushed his other thumb into her cunt and started fucking both holes with his thumbs. Definitely looked strange to have both thumbs stuck inside of Janet Sheen. Good strange though. Maybe later he'd find some other things to stick into her he thought. Kinky!

As he stroked the backs of her thighs Janet had relaxed a bit trying not to think of the pain that was to come when he raped her arse. Even when he pushed his thumbs into her it was okay as they didn't hurt. In fact as he started fucking her with them, the hand that was playing with her pussy started rubbing over her clit and that felt good. But all too soon his hands were gone from her pussy and were gripping her thighs and she knew it was about to happen.

"Just waiting for you to ask me to fuck you up the arse slave."

"Oh, yes, sorry master. Please master fuck me . fuck your dirty slave's arse."

"You sure? You don't sound all that sure."

"Oh, yes master. I'm . your slave is sure. She, she wants you to fill her arse with your come. Please fuck your slave, fuck your slut's dirty arse."

As she continued begging he positioned himself with his cockhead resting against her wrinkled arsehole. It was hard to imagine that his cock would be able to spread her open but he'd already done it once today so he knew it'd do it again. Watching carefully he pushed, gradually increasing the pressure.

"Uhhhh . ohhhh!"

He was in again, his cockhead once more inside her arse, gripped tightly by the muscles of her arsering. For a few seconds he held there just reveling in what he was doing, in the sight of his cock inside her bum. Then ever so slowly he started a back and forth rocking motion, with each cycle moving another half inch into her. Richard had lost track of how many times he'd come already today but it was way more than he'd ever come before. The most he'd managed masturbating was four and that was only on a couple of occasions. By now, his cock was so overused that it almost wasn't exciting. Almost that is because fucking Janet would always be exciting but this time he figured it was going to take forever before he got even close to coming.

For Janet it was a lot different to when he'd raped her arse earlier. It didn't hurt this time, maybe because her bum was almost numb from being spanked so much. It just felt really weird to have something in her bum, especially something going in the wrong way. Thank heavens he was taking it slowly and not ramming his cock all the way in like he did earlier. Because it wasn't hurting she was able to relax a bit and this seemed to make it even easier for his cock to slide further and further into her. Everything was just so weird. This morning she was a virgin and here she was relaxing so that Richard could rape her in the behind. There was a flash where she felt dirty but sexy at what was happening to her, fucking, sucking, watching porno movies and then the reality came back that she was being treated like a total slut and the tears started rolling out of her eyes once again.

When he finally bottomed out in her with his hips pressed against her bum he held himself there for a couple of moments before setting up a leisurely fucking motion, sawing in and out of her butt. For a while he watched the glorious site of his cock reaming in and out of her arsehole, but then his attention was drawn to her magnificent tits. Each time he fucked into her they jiggle and shimmy. He'd been supporting himself on his hands but now he rested on his elbows so he could hold her tits and play with them.

As he continued fucking her he thought of lots of the videos he's downloaded with arse fucking and in most of them to girls played with their clits while the guy fucked them. Maybe he could get Janet to come while he was fucking her arse. Reaching over he took her right hand and brought it down to her pussy.

"Play with yourself. Make yourself come."

"Yes master."

Janet was happy to play with her clitoris and bring some pleasure to what was happening to her. Not that having him in her bum was hurting but it wasn't feeling good the way having his cock in her pussy felt. Fortunately it didn't take long before the normal tingly pleasure started in her pussy and clitoris and then it was easy for her to keep herself in a state which was just a few steps from coming. From past masturbating experience she knew she could hold herself close to a long time before the pressure to come became too much.

For a while Richard watch as she played with her clit, sometimes rubbing slowly then doing it rapidly for a while before slowing down again. Then he returned his attention to her tits sucking and licking them, occasionally moving up to kiss her.

Finally he started to get that special feeling, the feeling that said he was going to come soon. He started to pick up his pace, pushing up on his hands again so he could watch as his cock pounded into her arse. And then it hit with huge almost painful pulses as he came deep in her arse, filling her once again with his come.

"Ahhh, fuck yeah! Filling your arse! Oh, fuck yeah. So fucking good. Oh shit that's good! Oh, what a fucking arse."

As he came she picked up the pace with her fingers, vibrating them over the head of her clitoris, quickly pushing her over the edge so that she also came, her body spasming and twitching with release.

With one final spurt he collapsed on top of her crushing her into the bed. Eventually he rolled off, his cock plopping out of her arse as he lay on his back totally spent, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from his high.

"Oh shit I like fucking you. So fucking good! Ohhh . oh yeah, that's the way, clean my cock slave."

After being punished for not licking his cock clean quickly enough after the last time he'd fucked her she didn't need a reminder this time and as soon as he'd rolled off her she moved down to his cock. Blocking her mind from the thought of where it had just been she dropped her mouth over it and started licking and sucking it clean.

He let her clean him for a couple of minutes before stopping her.

"Ok slave, that's enough. You've done good this time. If you want to go clean up or whatever you do before going to bed you'd better do it now cause I'm so tired. In the morning though I want you to wake me up at 8 o'clock with a blowjob. Ok slave?"

"Yes master, wake you at 8 o'clock with a blowjob."

"Ok. Now hurry up and do whatever you have to and get back here so I can get some sleep."

Chapter 9 - Morning Duties

It had been probably the worst night Janet had ever experienced. Not because of anything the Richard had done, but because of what she was terrified he would do if she fell asleep and didn't wake till after eight o'clock.

After having a quick wash and clean, getting rid of as much of his come from between her legs as she could she'd returned to the bed where after kissing her goodnight, he snuggled up to her. She was lying on her back and he was on his side facing her. One hand started playing with her tits and the other headed down between her legs. She quickly spread them apart, one knee up in the air, giving him access as for the next few minutes he stroked his finger through her slit.

Then she lay there listening as his breathing became increasingly regular till she was certain he'd fallen asleep. Trouble was that he still had one hand between her legs, a finger inside her and the other hand resting on her right tit. Finally after forty minutes he rolled over in his sleep and his hands disappeared from her body. Up till then she'd been too scared to move, almost too scared to breath but now she slowly straightened her legs as she lay staring up at the ceiling, able to relax a tiny bit.

As she lay there she couldn't help but replay the unbelieveable events of the day, and every now and then tears would well in her eyes. It was as if her life was over and there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do from now on was make sure she didn't piss him off and that way hopefully she could avoid any more pain. Which was why she knew she'd have to stay awake all night. She also promised herself that she wouldn't allow herself to come any more no matter what he did. Or maybe she'd pretend to come the way Meg Ryan did in that movie if he tried to make her to come again.

That was probably the most confusing part of the whole day, the fact that she'd orgasmed so many times. If someone had told her before today that she'd be able to come when she was being raped her she'd have laughed. But she had and all she could assume was that her fears that she was sex-crazed, that she liked masturbating . no, liked having orgasm's too much was a problem. That somewhere inside she really was a slut because surely only a slut could get enjoyment out of what was happening to her. All she really knew that it wasn't fair and that this was a horrible price to pay just for stealing a couple of exam papers.

The first time she woke she didn't know where she was at first. Then it all came rushing back and in her panic she almost leapt from the bed only just stopping herself as she realised it was still dark. Quickly turning to the bedside table she saw that it was four in the morning and realised that she'd been asleep for at least three hours. Promising herself she wouldn't go to sleep again she relaxed a little, carefully lying back down so as not to wake him, confident that after the fright she'd just had she'd stay awake.

Each hour she woke. At five and six she woke a couple of minutes before the hour but at seven she didn't wake till five minutes past. The room was already light and for a few seconds she thought she was too late as her sleep befuddled brain looked at the clock. When she realised she was okay she knew for certain that this time she couldn't afford to sleep again. As it was less than an hour till she had to wake him and the room was already light, it wouldn't be too hard. As she settled down to wait for eight o'clock she started to think about what she had to do. It wasn't just that she had to suck his thing . no, his cock . though, it was that she had to do it at least as good as the women in those videos or else he'd punish her. Plus she had to make him believe that she liked having his cock in her mouth. Which of course she sort of did. Not his cock because she hated him so much for what he was doing to her, but she had to admit that actually having a cock in her mouth, licking it, making it come was okay, if only it wasn't like this. Being forced to do it.

When she woke again she lay there too terrified to move, convinced that she'd blown it, that it was going to be way past eight. Maybe if she really begged him he wouldn't punish her. Or maybe if she started sucking him now he'd wake up and be so happy he'd forget that she was meant to wake him at eight. That was it. Turning to see how late it actually was she almost couldn't believe what she saw. Five minutes to eight! She was okay! She still had five minutes before she had to start.

Carefully she sat up, not wanting to wake him yet but not daring to stay lying down in case she fell asleep again. His back was to her, and he was lying half on his side. From the waist down though he was flat on the bed and as she sat up she could see his penis. It was small and she almost giggled at the sight. His cock she quickly reminded herself, she had to think of it and call it his cock. All yesterday it had looked so big, so tough but now it was harmless looking. Sort of cute she thought, or at least it would be if he wasn't making her do these horrible things she reminded herself.

Swivelling her body around carefully till she was at right angles across the bed, her face over his hips, she tried to workout how to do this. He'd told her that he wanted to wake with his cock in her mouth so she definitely didn't want him waking before that happened. Supporting herself on her right arm, she used her left hand to pull her hair up and out of the way as she bent over him. His cock was only a couple of inches long now and it was flopped against the top of his left leg, his hairy balls easily visible under it. One quick look up the bed to make sure he wasn't awake and she moved her mouth down, tongue extended to scoop his cock up and into her mouth.

The first thing she noted was that it was all soft and sort of mushy. It easily fit in her mouth as her lips pressed against the base, his pubic hair tickling her nose. The second thing she noticed was the taste. It still tasted of her and him from the last time he'd fucked her even though she'd licked it clean. It was strong and tangy but not too awful. Closing her eyes, she let it rest on her tongue as her mouth filled with saliva and then she started moving it around in her mouth. It was sort of nice like this, nowhere near as scary as yesterday or maybe that was just because she was already getting used to having his cock in her mouth.

Then it happened, like some kind of magic trick. It started growing in her mouth as if it had a life of it's own. On the one hand she wanted to take her mouth off, to watch it growing but on the other she wanted to keep it in her mouth so she could feel it grow. Deciding she didn't dare take it out of her mouth, at least not till he was awake, she kept moving her tongue over it as she started to suck on it.

That was when Richard woke from an amazing dream. In the dream Janet was his girlfriend and she was lovingly sucking him off. There was a second of disorientation and then reality struck in the most beautiful fashion. His cock was being sucked by his dream girl just as he'd ordered and even if she maybe wasn't doing it lovingly, this was probably better than in his dream because here she was his slave. Turning and raising his head from the pillow he was greeted by a breathtaking sight. The high and mighty Janet Sheen had her mouth pressed into his groin, one hand holding her hair out of the way, as she crouched over him naked. Her arse was sticking up in the air, her beautiful right boob was just visible, the nipple half hard, and she was all his. Reaching down he brought his left hand to her head, tangling it in her hair, laying claim to his cocksucking slave.

Within twenty seconds of his cock starting to grow it was filling her mouth, the fat mushroom shaped head almost at her throat. Just as she moved her head back worried that it would choke her, she felt his hand on her head.

"Oh, yeah, that's so good. What a way to wake up. Oh yeah, suck my cock. Suck me off. Of fuck yeah!"

She now started sucking as hard as she could, trying to remember all the things from the video so that she could do it properly and please him. Otherwise it would all be a waste of time and he'd punish her again. She kept her tongue moving as she twisted her head around. Then she remembered that she was meant to make moaning noises so she did as her head lifted up and down.

"Mmm."

This had to be heaven, waking to a blowjob. Flopping back down he stared at the ceiling, content to just savour the sensations for a while, his hand still resting lightly on her head. Whenever he jerked off first thing in the morning it always took a while before he came so he knew that Janet was going to be in for a long suck. Propping himself up on his elbows again he watched her head bobbing, his wet cock shaft appearing and disappearing into her mouth, her cheeks permanently hollowed as she sucked at him. His gaze shifted down her perfect body, her boobs hanging down, the wonderful curve of her hips, hiding her ultimate treasure. He wanted to see it again. Wanted to feast his eyes again on her cunt. Reaching out he grabbed her leg and tugged on it.

"Keep sucking. Just want to get you in a better position."

It didn't take much to reposition her so that her knees were on either side of his body, her feet near his head and her bum above his face, her slit staring down at him. The first thing he noticed was that her bum and thighs looked normal which was a big relief as he'd been a bit worried last night that he might have bruised her. The second thing he noticed was how beautiful her pussy was, totally one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. It was so much better than any of the hundreds of pictures he looked at on the net over the last few years. It was delicate, the lips a beautiful pink, her pubic hair so fine it looked like silk. He doubted that he'd ever tire of looking at it, or smelling it. It was the sweetest, headiest thing he thought he'd ever smelt. It was so tempting to taste it, to see if the taste of cunt juice was as good as a lot of the stories he'd read said. Then he remembered that she hadn't showered since he'd come in her last night and he wasn't sure how he felt about tasting his own come. But soon he knew he'd have to taste her, to see what it was like to eat her out, to eat pussy.

In the meantime he'd be content to look at her, admiring the perfection of her cuntlips and her arse as she sucked him off.

"Yeah that feels so good. Oh yeah, play with my balls too. Mmm, yeah that's good."

Eventually looking wasn't enough and his hands moved to her smooth thighs, caressing them, working their way up to her tight arse cheeks. Her skin was so amazing, like satin or something it was so smooth. He kept caressing her, sometime with his palms, other times just running his nails over her skin.

But his thoughts kept coming back to her pussy, that hidden treasure and finally his hands stopped moving and rested, one on each arse cheek. Gripping her arse cheeks he pulled out, carefully spreading them apart which opened her cunt lips like a flower, revealing the moist treasure within. Then he started playing with her cunt, holding her cuntlips, pushing at her clit and poking inside her. It was all so amazing. Alien but familiar. When his finger was wet with her juice, he brought it to his nose, breathing in the smell, so tempted to taste it but still he held back.

Sooner than he'd expected he felt the stirring in his balls. Although it wasn't really all that surprising given that having her mouth on his cock was probably a thousand times more exciting than any hand job he'd ever given himself.

"Yeah, keep sucking slave. Gonna come soon, gonna fill your mouth with my come. And you swallow it. Oh, yeah that's it, suck. Suck harder. Come on. Make you lips tighter. Yeah that's it. Oh fuck, suck my come, slave."

Just as he felt the first spurt coming up his cock he focused on her cunt hole, inches from his face. With the intense pressure of his come he needed to do something so he plunged two fingers into her cunt, his knucles pressing into her while the fingers on his other hands gripped her arse, his nail digging in, almost breaking her skin.

"Oh shit, coming! Fuck yeah, suck it, suck me!"

Somehow Janet managed to keep sucking him as her mouth filled with his come. She moaned around his cock as his fingers jabbed fiercely into her and dug into her bum, fighting her urge to pull away from him knowing that she'd just get into trouble if she did. Instead she concentrated on swallowing his salty come as she felt spurt after spurt travel along his cock and erupt into her sucking mouth.

As the last couple of spurts came out she didn't swallow them immediately, leaving them in her mouth, tasting them. She kept sucking and working her mouth and tongue on his cock as she allowed herself to really take in the taste of his come for the first time. The other times she been so busy swallowing and so scared that she hadn't really been able to work out if it was a horrible taste or just that what he was making her do was horrible. It wasn't horrible, just salty and slippery. Sort of an interesting taste she decided. Shit, she shouldn't be thinking things like this, she should be hating the taste of him.

"Oh yeah, that was good. Fucking good slave. You're going to be a brilliant cocksucker soon if you keep practising. Keep sucking for a while. Easy though. Not so hard now. Yeah that's it. But keep your tongue going. Ahhh, yeah."

His grip had eased on her bum and he wasn't hurting her pussy with his other fingers now. Instead he was slowly pumping them in her pussy, twisting them around at the same time which felt nice. Then she felt a finger on her clit, playing with it which quickly started to feel really nice. Although she really didn't want to come, didn't want to get any pleasure from what was happening to her there was the part of her that loved masturbating, that loved coming and once again she couldn't stop this part taking over.

The first sign Richard got was as her hips started making tiny gyrating moves and then he could hear little moans coming from her as she continued to work on his cock. He was turning her on, maybe even going to give her an orgasm. This was so amazing, being able to make her come like this. In most of the stories he read on the net the women always came but he didn't know if that would really be the way it happened but it must be because she'd already come at least four times yesterday and it looked like he was going to be able to make her come again.

"You like it when I do this don't you?"

By now her mind was beginning to fog up as the hot, itchy feeling grew in her pussy and she was having trouble concentrating on just nursing his cock so she only half heard him. But when he twisted his fingers inside her and pressed on her clit she was very quick to get his cock out of her mouth.

"I asked you a question slave."

"Oh, sorry, umm, yes, yes I like it. Yes master."

"You like it?"

"Your slave likes it."

"Okay, that's better slave. You can put my cock back in your mouth now."

It took a while for the fire to start again after the interruption but eventually she relaxed and as she did the pressure started building. She knew it shouldn't be feeling so good but his fingers inside her felt really amazing, reaching places she'd never been able to before he'd broken her hymen. The only trouble was that his finger on her clit wasn't quite moving the way she'd do it herself. Not that she was about to tell him how to finger her but it was a bit frustrating. Then the frustration disappeared as he started twisting his fingers around and her body suddenly rushed to the peak, the wonderful waves of her orgasm crashing over her, pushing aside all the horrible things for a while.

"Uhhh, ohhh yes . ahhhh."

Involuntarily her thighs clamped together trapping his hand as she shuddered her way through her orgasm, her hands clutching at his legs. Her mouth came off his cock and her body collapsed onto him, her boobs pressing into his stomach as she cried out in pleasure. It felt so good, better than when she did it to herself for some reason, even if he hadn't played with her clit the way she really liked. For at least a minute she held him tight, riding the waves of her orgasm, pressing her body against him trying to crush her tingling nipples into his stomach before reality set in again.

She relaxed her thighs, hoping he wouldn't get angry with her for sort of trapping his hand between them. Then she realised that she was no longer sucking his cock and he hadn't told her to stop. She was about to lift herself up so she could get it back in her mouth when he rolled her off.

"Wow. That was fucking amazing. I fucking love watching you come. You go crazy, it's so awesome!"

This of course was the last thing she wanted to hear and she blushed with her shame and humiliation at what a slut she was proving to be. She didn't want to be having an orgasm when he played with her but she couldn't help it.

"I'm going to have a shower. Umm, I think there are a couple of things you can write in your book. Let's see, you didn't thank me for letting you suck me off and you haven't thanked me for fingering you and letting you come. That'll do for now."

"Ohh, I'm sorry master. I mean your slave is sorry. Thank you for letting your slave suck you off and thank you for fingering your slave master and . and for letting your slave come."

"Just make sure you remember next time, okay?"

"Yes master, I . your slave will remember."

"Okay. You can have a shower too - you can use the other bathroom if you want. And make sure you clean yourself really well. You know, here. Get all the come out. And then you can make us breakfast."

Chapter 10 - Breakfast

He sat at the table, watching her beautiful and of course naked body as she made the pancakes. She had to move past him to get to the cupboards and fridge and on the third pass he couldn't hold back any longer from touching her jiggling tits. He wasn't really surprised when she kept on walking. Disappointed maybe but not surprised. For a while he let it go, continuing to watch her. He knew her well enough to realise that she was subtly making sure she didn't go past him again. Not only that, she was also keeping her back to him, even when it would have been natural to be facing him. This wasn't the way it was meant to be.

In his fantasies, he would have woken up this morning and she'd have turned into the perfect slave but he guessed that wasn't going to happen. Still she was his slave so he could do anything he wanted to her, that was what the deal was all about. Trouble was he was really unsure about what to do next. His fantasies hadn't really prepared him for the reality that Janet would actually become his slave. Sure, they'd have sex a lot, but there had to be more than that he realised.

Then it came to him, what he was going to do today and tomorrow and the day after and for as long as necessary until it was finished. He was going to train her to be a good slave, a perfect slave. And maybe he'd even get her to be a real slave like in the stories he liked where she'd not only do everything he wanted, but she'd love doing it. Then she'd really know she couldn't be a bitch to him ever again.

"Come over here."

She had her back to him, mixing the batter when he called her over. For a second she closed her eyes taking the moment to control herself. Since coming into the kitchen she'd been getting increasingly mad at him. No, mad wasn't right because that's how she'd been feeling since this whole thing started. She was feeling more and more like telling him to totally fuck off, that's what it was, but she knew she couldn't do that. Knew she'd have to put up with him. But she had a choice. She could let him beat her or she could at least try to keep her pride, not let him get to her. Like being naked. He probably expected her to still be embarrassed about being naked in front of him which of course she was. But she wouldn't let him see that, she'd stand in front of him as if she had clothes on. Yeah. Turning, she walked over to him and stood there, arms by her side, not looking at him, her eyes half lowered to one side.

"Turn around."

As she stood with her back to him he reached out and cupped her right arse cheek, caressing it for a few seconds before taking his hand away.

"Turn back. Good. Um, you're my slave right?"

"Yes master."

"You signed the slave contract didn't you. Saying you'd, you know, always respond to what I do to you, thank me when I do things to you, um, always be sexy, umm, tell me if you do something wrong. You know, all that stuff."

She wasn't sure where this was leading but suddenly she was worried. Something was happening.

"Yes master."

"So if I want to touch your tit like this, what would you do?"

He'd reached out and was just holding the underside of her right tit.

"I'd let you master."

"Is that all?"

"Umm, yes, umm, I guess so."

She'd started using the 'I' word again but he decided to let it go for the moment although later he'd punish her for it of course.

"You wouldn't like do anything more. Wouldn't maybe try to push your tit into my hand or, I don't know, tell me you like it, like me touching your tits?"

"Yes master. I would. I um, I like it when you touch my tit."

As she answered him she lent forward a bit, pushing her tit into his palm.

"So. You know this is what you should do. Is that what you're saying is it."

"Yes master."

He moved his hand down over her stomach to her mound. This time she made sure she was pushing forward although she didn't say anything but only because she couldn't think of anything to say about his hand against here there. Then he started playing with her pubic hair, sort of combing his finger through it almost like he was trying to straighten it out.

"Okay, then a few minutes ago when you walked past me and I touched your tit, you kept on walking. You didn't stop. If I didn't know better I'd almost think you didn't want me to touch your tits. My tits really, aren't they."

"No master . I mean yes master, they're your tits. What I mean . what your slave means is ."

"What my fuck slut means."

"What your fuck slut means is that your fuck slut was getting things from the cupboard. I mean, um, your fuck slut means, umm she didn't know master."

"No, that doesn't make sense. You've already told me that if I want to touch you then you'd let me. Not only let me but, you know, you'd help. Isn't that right slave?"

"Yes master."

"So before you must have done something wrong. Yes?"

"Umm, yes, I guess so master."

"Shit you're slow this morning. Your slut guesses or your bitch guesses. Not I."

"Sorry master. Your slut guesses."

"Okay, good. So what happens when you do something wrong slave?"

By now he was taking just a couple of strands of her pubic hair and pulling on it, tugging so the skin on her mound pulled out as the hair slowly slipped through his fingers. She knew what he wanted her to say but it was so hard. She wanted to cry again, wanted to run away and hide, but she couldn't. All she could do was try to control her trembling as she whispered the words.

"You, you punish your slut master."

"What?"

"You punish your slut master. Ow!"

This time he'd yanked on a couple of strands of her pubic hair, pulling them out.

"Right, so do you deserve to be punished for what you did earlier?"

"Oh, yes master."

"Okay slave, if you think you should be punished then I'll punish you later. Here, you'd better writer it in your punishment book in case you forget. Let's see, I think there's 'lied to master', 'pulled away when master wanted to touch my tits . no, make that my big tits' and 'didn't offer my tits to master to play with when I knew he wanted to play with them'. Of course there's also 'referred to myself as I many times instead of slave or slut or cunt or any of the other names a slave is called'. Show me what you've written. Okay, one more I think. 'For being a stupid cunt and trying to fool master - double punishment'. Okay get back to making breakfast slave."

As she started mixing the batter again she realised that her hands were still trembling. She was going to be punished again. He was going to hurt her and there was nothing she could do about it. Except make sure she didn't do anything else to piss him off. Now she needed the milk. Two minutes ago she'd have gone around the other side of the table, avoiding him but this time she went straight past him, waiting for him to make the slightest move so she could stop and let him do whatever he wanted to her, touch her wherever he wanted to.

Of course he didn't do anything as she went to the fridge or came back. Next she realised she needed some butter and this time he did reach out. She froze as his hand settled on her right tit and held it. She knew she should be doing more than just standing there but it was like her body had become a stone.

"Hmm, that's a bit better but not really good enough. Now pay attention carefully slave. If I want to do something with your body you not only let me, you've got to make it easy, you've got to help me with it. Now why don't we try again. Go back over there. Okay walk over here."

She wasn't certain exactly what he wanted but there was no way she was going to say anything in case she said the wrong thing. Back to the bench, turn around, walk back to the fridge and as soon as his hand moved stop. But this time she turned towards him and as his hand covered her boob she lent down towards him a bit, smiling at him and sort of humming.

"Hmmm."

"Like that do you?"

"Yes master."

He gently played with her boob for a few more seconds and then let go, shaking his head.

"Nope, you're not getting it are you. I'll have to add another punishment later. You really are proving to be a stupid cunt aren't you cunt."

"Oh, no master, please I . um, your, your stupid cunt's sorry. What did your stupid cunt do wrong? Please tell me . her. She'll try again, please master."

"Well I take the time to play with your stupid tit and when I ask you if you like me playing with it all you can fucking say is yes. Not that it feels good, or I don't fucking know, anything. You just stand there like a fucking statue saying yes. Maybe the punishment will help you get it right."

"Oh, yes, you're right, your stupid slut's sorry. Please let her try again, please. She'll do better, please she promises. You don't have to punish her, please."

"Well, okay. But fucking try a bit harder or I will have to fucking punish you big time. Go on, back over there."

Back to the bench, turn, approach. As soon as his hand touched her tit she was moaning.

"MMmmm. Oh yes."

As she lent down, without thinking of it her right hand came up and covered his, stroking it as he massaged her boob.

"Like that do you slave?"

"Oh yes master, your slave likes you playing with her boobs. Feels so good when you hold them like that. Oh yes. Oh, your squeezing your slave's boob. Ohh, shit, hurting."

"I like doing that sometimes. You don't mind do you slave?'

"Ahhh. Oh, no. No master. Hurts. Ahh."

"I'd like to squeeze harder, hurt you more. Do you want me to slave?"

"Oh, yes. Master. Yes, please. Ahhhhh. Oh shit, I mean thank you. No, your slave means thank you master. Ahhh. Yes, that's nice."

He hadn't squeezed as hard as he had a couple of times yesterday but he was pleased that she hadn't tried to get away. As he pulled on her tit she lent over even more till he was able to take her nipple in his mouth.

"Oh, yes master, that's nice. Suck my . your slave's nipple. Oh, yes that feels good."

He didn't know what it was about having her nipple in his mouth that was so special, all he knew was that it felt fucking amazing. The rubbery feel of it was unlike anything else he knew. Later he'd probably suck on it for a lot longer but now he really did need some breakfast so he reluctantly let her go.

"Okay slave, finish making my breakfast. Hey, aren't you forgetting something?"

She'd started to turn back to the bench but quickly turned back to him, desperately trying to think of what she might have forgotten. Then it came to her.

"Thank you master. Thank you for playing with your slave's tit and for sucking her nipple."

"That's much better. See you can learn. Okay go on."

After that, apart from a gentle slap on her bum as she turned away, he didn't touch her again, letting her finish getting their breakfast. When she finally brought the food to the table he toyed with making her eat hers on the floor like a dog, but somehow that didn't feel right so they are facing each other across the table. As they ate he made her tell him in detail how she and Marcia stole the exam papers. It was during this that he decided what he wanted to try with her next and he only really half heard her story as his heart started beating faster with nerves at the thought of what he was going to be doing in a few minutes. Finally it was time, the last bit of toast gone, the last sip of coffee.

"I want you to take everything off the table and then lie down on it. I'll be back in a second."

"Yes master"

It didn't take her long to clear the table and then she climbed up onto it. She wasn't sure what to do so just sat at one end, feeling very vulnerable. As she waited for him to come back she tried to stay calm but her mind started filling with thoughts of him punishing her for what she'd done earlier. When he did come back her heart sank as the first thing she saw was the bunch of rope in his hand and the cuffs he'd used yesterday when he'd raped her in the behind. If he wanted to tie her up again them he must be going to whip her and maybe do it to her in the bum again. She wanted to beg him not to and almost did but the fear that that he'd only whip her harder if she did stopped her. Instead, apart from practically hyperventilating with fear she did nothing, just sat waiting for him to once again do whatever he wanted to her.

"Lie down. Good. Now get your bum right up to the edge. Closer. Perfect. Now spread your legs. Come on wider. More. I want them as far apart as you can slave. Yeah, thought that'd work."

As she tried to do what he wanted he was pushing and pulling at her legs till finally he had her in the position he wanted. Her bum was right on the end of the table and her thighs were spread out in a straight line on either side, like she was doing the splits. Her knees were now over the other sides of the table, her legs dangling down alongside the table legs. Which was perfect for what Richard was planning and he quickly had the cuffs on her ankles and then her ankles tied off to the table legs. He looped a second rope around the top of the table leg and just under her knee on each side, making doubly sure she was secure. Next he cuffed her wrists and secured them to the other legs, stretching her arms out and to the side above her head. As a final touch he wrapped the blindfold around her cutting off her vision entirely.

Stepping back from her head he took a moment to examine his handy work. His heart started beating faster as he looked down at her, blindfolded, secured and stretched out flat just for him. He could do anything to her he wanted now, fuck her, whip her, play with her, anything. And she couldn't do a thing to stop him. Fuck this was exciting. And the blindfold was a great touch as he didn't want her watching him in case he decided not to do it at the last moment.

He knew she been watching everything he did as he tied her up but he hadn't really paid much attention to that. It was only as he put on the blindfold that it occurred to him that she was scared. More than scared, she was terrified. With the cuffs and the ropes she must think he was tying her up so he could punish her again. His first instinct was to tell her not to worry but he quickly quelled that one. Let her worry he thought. She'd find out soon enough what he was planning.

Moving closer to her he reached out and brushed a finger over her tit enjoying how she flinched, uttering a tiny cry. He waited a couple of seconds and did the same to her other tit getting a similar result. He was tempted to tease her like this some more but there were probably even more exciting things he could do to her and he was just putting them off really. Grabbing a chair he sat down between her widely stretched legs taking the time to absorb the amazing sight right in front of him.

Her slender thighs were spread so wide the tendons were showing, seeming to point in to her beautiful cunt. It was half open, pink and inviting in the centre. Above was the hood that hid her clit and her incredibly sexy patch of blonde pubic hair, and below was her cute wrinkled, arsehole. He brought his hands to her knees and stroked along the smooth flesh of her thighs till his hands almost met.

When he touched her she gasped once again, clenching her legs preparing for the pain that she was sure must be coming. She felt so incredibly vulnerable with her legs spread apart so widely. When he reached her pussy she shivered as he used his thumbs to spread her lips apart. He must be going to hurt her there this time. It wasn't fair, she'd tried so hard to do what he wanted. Maybe if she really begged him he wouldn't hurt her. Or maybe that would just make him even more angry and he'd hurt her more.

Richard had no idea what Janet was thinking and didn't really care at the moment. All he knew was that the sight of her soft pink cunt was almost too much for him and he so wanted to just stand up and fuck his hard cock into her, filling her cunt once again. But not this time. This time there were other things he had to try.

Leaning even closer he inhaled, filling his lungs with the wonderful scent of her pussy. Indescribable, intoxicating, heavenly aroma. Breathing out he gently blew over her pussy before taking another deep breath. If the smell of her pussy was so amazing, if it looked so inviting, then surely it had to taste great he thought. With his tongue extended out as far as possible he lent all the way in so he could lick the tip of his tongue across her cunt hole. Sitting back he closed his eyes to test the taste. Yes! What a relief! It was good. Better than good, it was great, sweet and fresh. Just like the aroma of her pussy. He needed another taste, more this time. Taking longer he licked from just above her arsehole up to her clit gathering more of her juices to savour.

"Oh."

Janet wasn't sure what was happening but it didn't feel like his fingers. Whatever he was using to touch her pussy was softer and maybe wet. His tongue! He was licking her! A cold shiver ran through her body. And then his tongue pushed into her and she couldn't stop her moan. He wasn't going to hit her, he was going to go down on her.

As Richard pushed the tip of his tongue into her pussy until his lips were pressed against her cunt lips he half heard her moan and assumed that it was because she liked it. Not that he'd have stopped if she didn't like it because he loved it. After less than a minute he was addicted. He loved the taste of her pussy and the feel of it on his tongue and against his lips. He started slowly lapping at her, licking up as much of her pussy juice as he could.

Against her will Janet found herself slipping into an erotic haze as he kept licking at her. For a while she tried to resist but then she told herself that resisting these feelings was not only hopeless, it was actually impossible. He'd tied her up and blindfolded her so all she could really do was lie here and go with the sensations as he licked and licked and licked her pussy. It seemed to be going on forever but then she was jolted out of her daze.

"Ahhhh."

Her hips jerked up as though she'd been hit with an electric shock as his tongue reached to the top of her pussy and flicked across her clit. After all the masturbating she'd done, all the times she'd played with her clitoris, she thought she knew everything about the pleasure she could get from down there. But nothing had prepared her for the feel of his tongue on her. It was magic and she tried to push herself forward blindly searching for more of this new sensation.

Concentrating his attention on her clit, Richard now had no doubt that she liked what he was doing. With his tongue he pushed back the hood covering her clit so he could lick the smooth head. She immediately started bucking her hips and he had to grip her thighs to try to hold her steady. This was so cool he thought as he started experimenting with how he licked her clit moving his tongue in different patterns, different pressures and speeds across the swollen nub. It didn't matter how he did it though, her moans and twitching seemed to be fairly constant. Actually that wasn't true. Her moaning was getting steadily louder and the twitching was also getting more extreme and he was having to hold onto her thighs to keep her steady so he could keep his tongue on her clit.

If this was punishment then she hoped it would go on forever! It was hard to imagine something feeling better than this. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth as his tongue kept teasing it and she discovered there was something even better. As he sucked so hard she thought he was going to suck her clitoris off, she exploded in a kaleidoscope of the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced.

"Ahhhh. Oh god. Ohh yes, yes. Oh shit. Coming, oh god yes!"

The waves kept washing through her until she thought she'd die from the pleasure and still he was sucking on her, his mouth clinging to her clitoris as she madly twitched and jerked against her bonds. She literally saw stars and thought she was going to pass out the feelings were so intense. Finally with one last spasm it was over and she collapsed, gulping in air. So wonderful, so amazing.

"Ahhh. No."

He had to stop now. She needed time to recover but his mouth was still covering her clit, still sucking it. Her clitoris was feeling raw and supersensitive now and needed him to leave her for a bit till her nerves recovered.

"Oh, no more. Please. Ahh, no, sensitive. Ohh."

He eased off on her clit although he was a bit pissed off at her for trying to tell him what to do and forgetting to call him master. Later he'd punish her but not now. After riding her through that amazing orgasm, now he wanted to taste more of her juice and take the time to really explore her pussy with his mouth. Releasing her clit he licked back down her slit and found that she was almost flooded with cunt juice. Of course, she must have creamed herself when she came which was fine by him. It was a real buzz being able to sort of force her come like this because he was pretty sure that she didn't want to.

Her juice had trickled down past her arsehole and without thinking about it he followed the trail. It was only as he felt the crinkled skin of her rosette under his tongue that he realised what he was doing. Licking her arsehole. He'd never thought about doing this and froze for a few seconds trying to work out if he was grossed out by licking her bum. Nope. Not at all. In fact it felt kind of good, the little crinkles of her arsehole and he knew she'd showered this morning so he started licking at it in earnest.

Janet couldn't believe it when she felt his tongue licking her bum. Not that she should have been surprised because after all he'd made her do that to him. After getting over the shock she realised that it felt good. A dirty, sexy and nasty type of good. This oral sex was turning into something really exciting she thought. Maybe made even more exciting because she was tied up.

"Oh god!"

Somehow he'd actually pushed the tip of his tongue inside her bum. It felt weird, really weird but not bad. Strange and interesting. Different to having his finger and very different to having his cock in there. It was somehow exciting. Oh god, she must be so sick to actually like having him put his tongue into her bum. So sick. Such a slut.

Richard lost track of time as he practically worshipped at her pussy. It was as though he was hypnotised as he licked and sucked his way all around her slit. Apart from her clit, his favourite bit was probably her inner lips. He kept coming back to them, catching them between his own lips, flicking them, sucking on them. Of course pushing his tongue as far into her cunt as he could was also a favourite. And her bum. Truth was that everything he did with his mouth between her beautiful legs was a favourite for him.

He also soon discovered the downside of pubic hair, getting fine strands of her pubes caught in his mouth but it was a very small price to pay for the heavenly rewards. Maybe later he'd shave her pussy bald the way they seemed to do in so many of the sex scenes he'd downloaded.

His licking and sucking brought her to two more shuddering climaxes before he had to finally stop because his tongue and jaw were aching. Sitting back he stared once again at her . no, at his pussy. He reckoned he'd be eating it at least a dozen times a day it tasted so amazing.

Through it all he hadn't thought about his own needs but now that he was sitting back, no longer licking her his cock demanded attention. It was hard, aching hard as he stood and stepped closer to her. Lying on the table the way she was, her cunt was at a perfect height for his cock and, holding his shaft he rubbed the head through her slit, covering it in her slippery juice. Then he held it against her cunthole for a couple of seconds, before sliding it in to the hilt in one smooth move.

"Ahh. Fuck."

"Ohh, yes! Oh shit you're cunt is so hot. And tight."

She was still lost in the afterglow of her last orgasm and until his cock plowed all the way into her, his balls slapping against her bum she had no idea he was about to fuck . no, to rape her again. Except it felt good and being raped shouldn't reel good. No, not even good, it felt great to have him filling her and she hated him for that. This was the one thing missing from all the orgasm's he'd brought her to with his mouth, something filling her down there. And she was tied up, so she really couldn't do anything about it this time she reminded herself as her focus went down to her pussy and the still new sensation of having it filled with his hard cock.

Richard stood between her widespread legs, rocking his hips back and forth, as he stared down, watching his cock fucking in and out of her tight cunt. After all the effort he'd put into eating her out he wasn't interested in a long fuck. This was really just about using her hot and oh so tight cunt to come into. With each stroke he moved faster and faster, pushing for his release until he was slamming into her so hard that the table was being pushed across the floor. Then it happened.

"Oh yeah. Shit getting there. Oh fuck! Coming. Shit yeah coming in you again. Ah, fucking shit!"

Tightening his grip on her thighs he emptied his balls into her beautiful cunt once again, jerking against her with each spurt of come till he too was finally spent. As the last spurt of come pumped out of his cock, his legs gave way and he collapsed on top of her.

"Oh wow that was great. It's so good fucking you. And eating you. That's awesome. Wowie! Mmmm, I love the taste of your pussy."

Janet hadn't even come close to coming this time so there was nothing to distract her from what she knew she had to do.

"Thank you master. Thank you for fucking your slave and for . for eating your slave."

"Good slave. Fucking good slave!"

Chapter 11 - Runaway

He rested on top of her, his head cushioned by her beautiful boobs for a few minutes until he got his breathing under control and he felt confident his legs would hold him up again. Now he knew why most people fucked lying down. It was hard to remain standing after coming! Your legs totally gave out on you.

Pushing himself up he looked down at where they were still joined. As he slowly slid his cock out of her cunt he could see it was smeared with his come and her juice. Awesome! It looked so fucking good with their combined juices on it, incontrovertible proof that after years of fantasising about it he really was fucking Janet Sheen.

There was no doubt that this morning was proving to be a brilliant one! Waking to a blow job, having his naked slave make breakfast for him, discovering that he loved the taste of pussy and having a morning fuck. Life was so totally perfect and there was a lot of day left in which to do even more with her.

In some ways Janet would have been happy if he'd left her tied to the table. After coming three times she was feeling truly satisfied and a little bit exhausted. Even having his cock in her and him coming in her again hadn't really been a problem. Although she hadn't come, his cock, the feel of it deep inside her had felt good, although she knew it shouldn't have.

However once he'd pulled out, he moved around the table, untying her, taking the cuffs off, finally taking off her blindfold and she knew she'd have to get up. She took a moment to stretch her limbs, not able to really look at him now she had her sight back, before she climbed off the table and went down on her knees. She knew what she had to do and wasn't going to risk even more of his punishments. Besides she thought as she started to lick his cock and balls clean of their combined juice she really didn't mind the taste. It was nice, well naughty and nice she thought, almost giggling. And it was so much better than his punishments.

"That's a good slave. You're learning. Umm, yeah. Lick my balls clean."

There was something overwhelming about watching her clean him like this and each time she'd done it he'd wanted it to go on forever. All too soon she'd licked his balls and pubes clean and she now had half his cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked on him. Holding her head he started guiding her mouth.

"Put your hands behind your back. Now leave them there."

With her hands behind her something felt different Janet thought, sucking as hard as she could, her tongue rubbing against his shaft. At first she wasn't sure what it was then she worked it out. The other times because she could use her hands when she'd had to suck him she'd felt she had a degree of control of the situation even though he was forcing her to do it. But with her hands behind her back and his hands gripping her head, she had no control. She was just a mouth . a hole for him to use. That was it, he was fucking her mouth . her face. Her heart plummeted again as the truth that in the last twenty four hours she had become a thing, a slut to be fucked in the mouth, the pussy and even the bum struck home.

With each stroke he pulled her head a fraction of an inch further onto his cock, feeling his cockhead brushing across the roof of her mouth each time. Then she was pulling back against his hands and he figured he must have reached her throat. He was pretty sure this wasn't the best position to be in to try to get his cock into her throat but he wanted to see what would happen anyway. He'd read about gag reflex in some stories on the net plus seen it in action on vids he'd downloaded. Now he wanted to see what would happen if he actually tried to fuck her throat. For the next few strokes he was careful not to go to far, waiting till she relaxed again, then he did it, pulling hard on her head, watching as an extra inch of his cock disappeared and he could feel his cockhead pressing against what he assumed was her throat.

Janet panicked, gagging as his cock bumped against her throat. Her hands came around to his thighs pushing him away as her head jerked back, her mouth pulling off his cock. She spluttered convulsively as her eyes watered.

"Bad slave. Bad cocksucker. That's going to cost you. I told you to leave your hands behind your back. You can put that in your book along with a couple of things from before. Let's see, you didn't call me master at least twice and also you told me to stop sucking your clit. Naughty. You never tell me to stop something. And you never take your mouth off my cock like you just did. Understand cocksucker?"

"Yes master, sorry master. It was choking."

He patted her on the head like you would a pet dog.

"There there, poor little slut. You'll just have to learn not to choke won't you cocksucker? Cause I want my cock all the way in your cocksucking mouth when you suck it from now on. Okay, write it up in the book then come into the family room. There's a video I want you to watch. Deep Throat. You'd better watch it carefully cause later you're going to show me what you've learned."

"Yes master."

Deep Throat. She had a pretty good idea what it was going to be about and she was pretty certain she wasn't going to like it.

She was right. She didn't like the movie both for what it was about which seemed impossible to her and also because the movie seemed really old and naff. But she watched carefully, trying to work out how Linda did it without choking to death.

He'd left her to watch it by herself, telling her to come up to his room when it was over so she could show him what she'd learnt. It was so hard to go up though knowing what he was going to make her do. She just knew she wouldn't be able to do it and then he'd hit her for not doing it. The trouble was that if she didn't go up, if he came down and discovered her waiting down here he'd also hit her. No choice.

While Janet was watching the video Richard had gone for a quick swim and then started doing some work on the photos he'd taken yesterday, downloading them and touching them up and making sure that she couldn't be recognised. Last thing he needed was someone from school downloading a pic of her and recognising her. That would really blow this. Still he was going to have a great private collection of photos of Janet by the time this was all over even if there were some he couldn't post. And he'd already decided what the next series would be of. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't hear her come up the stairs.

She stood in the doorway, arms by her side, waiting for him to notice her. When after a while he didn't turn around, she cleared her throat.

"Oh, didn't see you there."

When he'd turned he was smiling at her but the smile quickly disappeared and now he was looking angry. At first she couldn't work out what was wrong. He'd told her to come up after watching the video, she hadn't spoken without permission, she wasn't trying to cover herself up. Shit. She'd forgotten to kneel. Within seconds she was on her knees in the position with her hands on her thighs.

"Too late. That'll be a punishment slave. So, you've finished the video?"

"Yes master."

"Ready to try? Well?"

"I . your slave doesn't think she could do it."

"Then my fucking stupid slave will just have to keep trying till she can, won't she. Maybe I can think of a few things that will help you. You know, like a few slaps on your bum if you don't do it. Or maybe on your tits?"

"No master. I mean . your slave means. Sorry master. Your slave means she'll try her best master."

"Good. And if your best isn't good enough I'll just have to keep punishing you till it is won't I? And to help, I'll make the punishment bigger each time till you finally learn how to do it because you want to be a good cocksucker don't you slave."

"Yes master."

"Thought so! But before you show me how you can deep throat me there's something else I want you to do. I want you to play with yourself while I watch. So get up on the bed. I want you to masturbate till you come. Okay?"

"Yes master."

A reprieve! Well that's what it felt like she thought as she crawled to the bed and clambered onto it. She'd make this last as long as possible, make it as good as she could, make him so hot that maybe he'd want to fuck her instead of making her suck him. It wasn't much, but at least it was something to cling to she thought as she positioned herself leaning against the bedhead, her legs spread wide with her feet up near her bum. Closing her eyes to block out where she was she brought her hands down to the inside of her thighs and started brushing her fingers over them, her touch so light it was almost not there. But it was there enough to send a shiver through her.

Click.

Her eyes flew open to see Richard at the foot of the bed with a camera pointed at her. Without thinking she covered her boobs, brought her legs together and twisted to one side.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking some pics."

"No way."

"What?"

"No way. You're not taking any photos of me. Fuck!"

Instantly they were at an impasse, both of them glaring at each other, but it was an impasse that Richard knew he couldn't afford to lose. He cursed himself for not realizing that she's be pissed off if she knew he was taking photos of her like this. He'd forgotten that she didn't know about him taking the photos yesterday. But he wasn't going to let her stop him, no way. He'd show her who was in charge. Putting the camera back on his desk he sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from her, patting the bed alongside him.

"Come down here."

Warily she moved down alongside him.

"In your ready position slave. No stay on the bed but kneel in position. Hands behind your back. That's right."

He half turned towards her and reached out to fondle her boobs, gently stroking them and holding them.

"They're so beautiful. So fucking beautiful."

Janet wasn't sure what was happening. He'd gotten rid of the camera but it seemed too easy. As he started to tweak her nipple she remembered she was meant to thank him when he said things about her.

"Thank you master."

"That's okay slave. Umm. Whose boobs are they?"

"What?"

"Whose boobs are they?"

"They're my . they're your boobs master."

"Yep, they're my boobs."

His hand moved down rubbing her stomach, her thighs and then cupping her between her legs.

"And whose cunt is this slave?"

"Your cunt master? Uhh."

He'd slipped two fingers into her. For a while he fucked her with his fingers, digging them in as far as he could. She was still wet from their earlier fuck so when he pulled his fingers out they were covered with their combined juice.

"Well slave my fingers seem to be covered with come and cunt juice. Whose come?"

"Yours master."

"And whose cunt juice?"

"Yours master."

Bringing his fingers up to her mouth he smeared the combined juices over her lips and chin.

"That's right cunt because you're mine. Every part of your slutty body is mine, isn't it? Isn't it cunt?"

"Yes master."

When he pushed his fingers into her mouth she dutifully sucked them clean.

"No bitch. Tell me. Don't just fucking say yes master."

"My slutty body is yours master. Uhh."

He'd jammed his fingers back into her cunt, getting more juice on them.

"So if I want to take pictures of your fucking slutty body while you play with your cunt then I can. Because you fucking belong to me. Right cunt."

"Yes master."

"You're starting to piss me off now. I want to hear you fucking say it cunt!"

"You can take pictures of me, of my slutty body while I masturbate. I mean play with my cunt master."

This time he wiped his fingers over her cheeks and forehead.

"Here you go fucktoy. Some make up. Now ask me. Ask me to take pictures of you."

"Please master take pictures of me playing with myself. Please master."

"Hmm. Not all that convincing. Tell you what, I'm just going to get something. When I get back I want you to beg me. And I want it dirty, really dirty and convincing. Okay?"

"Yes master."

"Because if it isn't ."

As he left the room she started shaking. One minute everything was fine, well maybe not fine but not horrible like it was now. Now she was calling herself names and agreeing to let him take picture of her masturbating. Names. She had to think of things to say so he wouldn't hurt her when he came back because he seemed really angry, cold and angry with her this time.

Richard had just remembered that his parents had decided not to take their movie camera with them. It took a while to get it out and make sure he had a tape he could use so he was gone for about ten minutes. When he returned she was still kneeling on the end of the bed. She stared wide eyed at the camera but didn't say anything.

"I thought why take still pics of my slave's body when I can film her playing with her cunt. So let's make a film slut. Your first porno! Any objections?"

"No master."

"Good. Here's what we'll do. When I start filming, first you say who you are. That'd be Janet Sheen, sex slave. Then you say what you are. Cum slut, cocksucker, fuck toy, whore, all those things. Then maybe say what you like doing. Sucking cock, being fucked in the cunt and fucked in the arse, licking arse. Then what you're going to do. Masturbate your slimy cunt till you come like a slut. And make it good. Believable. Or we'll do it again and again till you do. Okay?"

"Yes master."

"Cause if we have to do it more than a couple of times then I'll probably think you're fucking up on purpose and have to punish you . a lot. So, smile for the camera fuckface."

Somehow she managed to force a smile onto her face.

"Good. And when you've said it all you can get back up there and start jerking off. Okay rolling. Start talking cunt."

"Hi . I'm Janet Sheen and, and I'm a slave, a sex slave. I love having sex, um, and sucking cock. I'm a slut, a cum slut and a cocksucker. I'm going to masturbate until I come."

"Cut, cut, cut. That was fucking pathetic. Shit. Do you really want me to punish you, is that it?"

"No, I'm sorry master. I couldn't remember it all. Really. Please let me try again, I'll be better I promise master."

With his free hand he reached out and captured the nipple on her right boob and holding it tightly, twisted it.

"Ahhh."

"And stop saying I. It's this slave or your slave, not I."

"Ohh, sorry master. Yes master."

"Okay, let's try again. Ready?"

"Yes master."

"Action."

"Hi. My name is Janet Sheen . um . sex slave. This sex slave is a cum slut, a cocksucker and a, a dirty cunt. This sex slave loves being fucked in the cunt and in the arse. She loves sucking cocks. This slutty sex slave is a fuck toy and licks cocks and licks arse. She is going to play with her hot cunt and do it until she comes. Because she's a . a disgusting, worthless slut."

Awesome, totally awesome and a totally major turn on. Especially watching her through the camera. With his free hand he waved at her to move back up the bed into position, following her with the camera.

Janet didn't care anymore. She felt so dirty, such a slut now that it wouldn't have mattered what he'd wanted her to do, she'd have smiled and done it. Probably crying at the same time for what she'd become. She positioned herself against the bedhead, legs again spread wide, her pussy on view for his camera. Bringing her right index finger up to her mouth she licked it making sure it was wet and, once again closing her eyes, trying to block out the world, she started masturbating.

Somehow it was even better watching her through the camera. It made it feel even more invasive, more controlling as she started to move her fingers through her slit. Zooming in so that he could catch everything in detail he watched spellbound. She started by stroking her wet finger through her slit from just below her cunt to above her clit. After doing this about half a dozen times she left her pussy alone and moved to her thighs, brushing the inside of them with the fingers of both hands. It looked like she was barely touching herself. After a while the area she was stroking widened to include her groin area, then the tops of her hips and finally her flat stomach. As she continued stroking herself with this feathery touch, every so often she'd shiver and he'd see goose bumps breakout on her body.

This went on forever and Richard was about to tell her to hurry up, thinking she was maybe stalling when with the index fingers of both hands she started playing with the silky blonde hairs on her sparse bush. It didn't even look like she was touch her skin, just the hairs on her mound, her touch was so light.

He almost missed the next development, thinking at first that the tiny noises he kept hearing were the bed squeaking, but after the first couple he realised that it was her, sort of making tiny moaning noises.

She didn't spend too long playing with her bush, moving her fingers down along the outside of her pussy lips, stroking them and pushing them together before she finally pulled them apart completely revealing her glistening pink inner lips. Then she was stroking her fingers over her inner lips, getting them wet with her juices. The way she was going, this video was going to provide him with jerk off material for the rest of his life!

"Ohhh."

This time there was no mistaking her moan as she brushed a fingertip over her clit. When she'd started touching herself it had been hidden but at some stage it had appeared, poking out of it's hood like a tiny, smooth, shiny pearl. For a while she seemed to concentrate on her clit, just using one finger which she occassionally dipped into her pussy folds to keep wet as she continued to softly moan.

"Ahhh."

Now the pace was picking up and she slid the index finger of her other hand inside her cunt and started slowly working it in and out, gradually increasing speed. As she worked her fingers in her cunt and over her clit, he moved the camera slowly up her body. The muscles on her stomach seemed to be almost clenching and releasing in counterpoint to her finger fucking. Her chest was started to rise and fall drawing instant attention to her firm boobs with their wonderful hard nipples. Finally, her mouth and lips were looking more erotic than he could have ever imagined. It looked as though she was chewing on them, first the bottom lip then the top lip and every so often her tongue would poke out and lick wetly over them. Shit, this was awesome.

"Oh yes."

He zoomed out so he could get all her body. She now had two fingers pistoning inside her while the other hand was brushing back and forth across her clit so fast it was a blur. Her hips and whole lower body was squirming as she obviously moved closer and closer to a climax. And all on tape!

"Ahh. Yes. Oh, shit. Yes. Ohhhh, god. Ohh, wow. Yeah."

She'd done it. Masturbated for him till she came. Fucking amazing! Shit he wished he could tell someone about this. This really deserved to be shared although he knew that he'd never be able to. Even watching her come down from her orgasm was great. She was holding her pussy with both hands. It looked like she still had her fingers inside her and every twenty seconds or so she tense up, shake and then moan. Wow. Maybe she was having multiple orgasms.

They weren't multiple orgasms, something Janet was yet to experience, just the sort of aftershocks she sometimes had after a really good session. And this had been a good session because she'd basically thought fuck him, she was going to enjoy this for as long as possible. And she wasn't even going to open her eyes till he made her which of course happened almost as soon as she thought that.

"So what are you thinking about when you're getting yourself off?"

She slowly opened her eyes, not quite sure what he was asking.

"What master?"

"When you play with yourself, what do you think about. You know, like who do you think about. I think about you a lot when I jerk off. Bet you didn't know that."

She just stared at him, a thousand thoughts suddenly racing through her mind. Normally when she masturbated she fantasized about her boyfriend or a potential boyfriend or someone famous making love to her. But this time she'd unknowingly fantasized about him, the person who'd been raping her. It had somehow crept up on her as she lay there. Lay there performing for him like a slut, a bitch in heat!

No. This was wrong. It was all so wrong, made even more so because what she'd been thinking about wasn't him raping and hurting her. She'd being remembering him caressing her, kissing her and licking her. She'd been remembering how amazing his cock had felt inside her, how mind blowing it had been just a couple of hours ago when he'd brought her to those orgasms with his tongue.

"Hello? Anyone there? Hello slave?"

"I've got to go."

"What?"

Already she was off the bed, stepping into her skirt and picking up her top.

"What the fuck are you doing? Hey. What d'you think your fucking doing?"

"Going. Have to go. Have to ."

Before he could stop her she was out the door, pulling her top on, not even bother to get her shoes. He followed her, calling after her but she practically ran down the stairs and out the front door.

"Come back here. Come back slave!"

But she didn't and he stood at his front door, naked, unable to follow as he watched his slave disappear from his life.

Chapter 12 - Blackmailed Again

Janet didn't stop till she was safely in her bedroom. She sat at her dressing table, staring into the mirror, searching for evidence of the traumatic events she'd been through. Nothing. Surely there should be some external evidence of what had happened to her but she didn't look any different.

At least she was free from him. Trouble was she didn't feel free, not with him still holding the evidence of her and Marcia cheating. Not that it mattered as he'd probably emailed it to everyone by now. If she thought her life was over before then now she was sure it was.

If only she could at least talk to someone but the choices were kind of limited. Normally if there was a really big problem in her life she'd talk to her mom about it but she knew that she had to hide this from her parents no matter what. The only other people she could tell were Kelly who was going to be away for another fortnight and Marcia who'd be away even longer.

There were other friends but she couldn't talk to them about this. She could just hear the conversations. "Hi it's Janet. I've just been raped and whipped and had all sorts of horrible things done to me by the guy who lives next door. How did it happen? Well, he did it because I stole some exam papers and cheated on my exams and he found out so I agreed to be his sex slave if he wouldn't tell anyone." Shit!

Staring in the mirror wasn't helping so she ran a bath and soaked in it for ages, imagining the water washing away her problems. This helped a bit when she was in the bath but as soon as she got out the problems were back with a vengence.

Janet spent the next few hours alternately pacing through the house, trying to watch tv to escape or lying on her bed, clutching her pillow and fighting back tears. It wasn't until early afternoon that she remembered Marcia had said she'd occassionally check her email while she was away. She turned on her computer so she could send Marcia an email telling her she had to call her no matter what.

Richard's first response was disappointment. Huge, all encompassing disappointment as Janet disappeared from his life. Then as he shut the front door his disappointment was swept aside by fear that she'd tell, fear that next time he opened the front door there'd be a cop standing there, waiting to arrest him. Maybe if he got rid of the evidence he'd be able to deny it all. First, all the stuff he had on the computer had to go he thought as he headed back to his room.

Sitting down in front of his computer he moved the mouse to deactivate the screen saver and there was the image he'd been working on in photoshop. She was naked with her arms and legs stretched out and the red lines from where he'd whipped her traced across her beautiful body. He clicked on the image zooming in till her blindfolded face and gorgeous tits filled the monitor. How could he delete something so special, so sexy? There must be another way out of this and even if there wasn't he'd prefer to risk being arrested rather than getting rid of the pictures and the video.

The pictures and the video. Maybe there was another way. Maybe he could use them. Maybe it wasn't over but he'd have to hurry.

As Janet loaded her email program her mind was mostly occupied with working out what she could risk saying to Marcia. From force of habit she checked her inbox, dumping a few spam emails and barely glancing through the others which she'd reply to later. However the last email stopped her dead.

Hi Janet. This is Richard. If you want to check out your new website click on this link. Lots of pics of you like the one below and a vid of you doing you know what. You have two hours to call me to talk about this.

Underneath was a web address and she watched in shock as an image of her downloaded below the address. He'd obviously taken it yesterday after he'd first whipped her. For ages she just stared at it, unbelieving that pictures of her looking like this could exist, unable to move before she finally hit the delete button.

No. Wrong. She had to check out the site, see if it really existed. The delete folder. It was still there. She dragged the email back to her inbox and with a sinking heart clicked on the link. It worked. There was a pink background, some text and lots of pictures, all of her.

Welcome to Janet Sheen's Teenage Slut site.

I'm Janet and I'm a total teen slut. I'm only fifteen but I'm into some heavy shit. Check out the pictures below of me tied up after my master has whipped me. Then click on the video icon. This will download my first net video. In it I tell you what a slut I am and then I finger my hot cunt just for you until I come. I think you'll like it because there are lots of close ups of my tight teen cunt. If you do like it, email me at the address below and if you're lucky I'll email you back with my phone number and tell you where I live so you can come visit and we can fuck and suck all night.

Hope to hear from you soon.

She didn't bother clicking on the video link. There wasn't any point because even if it didn't work the photos were real and there was no doubt it was her behind the blindfold and the gag. No doubt it was her? As if that mattered when the page was called Janet Sheen's Teenage Slut Site.

Yesterday when she'd signed that stupid slave thing to stop him telling family and friends about her cheating it was to stop all the people she knew from finding out. If she hadn't maybe she'd have been expelled from her school, maybe she'd be grounded for a long time but it probably would only have been for the cheating and it would have been forgotten eventually. Not this. This was going to be forever. Everywhere she went, every person she met for the rest of her life she'd be wondering if they'd seen this, if they had watched her masturbate. If she didn't do something about it her life really would be over this time.

She didn't know how long she sat staring blindly at the screen before, with trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Richard. She hadn't called his number for at least three years but she still remembered it from when they were friends. So long ago. Shit, why did she do what Marcia demanded all those years ago. Kel was right, she shouldn't have shut Richard out of their lives and now it was too late.

Richard was in the kitchen grabbing some food when he heard the phone. Racing for it he skidded to a stop as he grabbed the handset.

"Hello? Hello?"

There was no one there. Shit he must have missed it. He was just about to hang up when he thought he heard something.

"Hello. Is there ."

"Hi."

It was Janet, her voice so quiet he barely heard her. That must be a good sign he thought. She wasn't yelling at him, demanding that he get rid of the web site as he'd half thought she might.

"Hi."

"It's me. Ummm . I . I saw the email and the ."

"Right . and?"

"Umm, okay."

He punched his fist into the air, mouthing a silent victory cry. It wasn't over. He still had her. More than had her, she was really totally fucking his now and she knew it. She'd tried to get away and now she knew that she couldn't. Ever.

"Okay?"

"I'll . you know . I'll do what you want."

"I'll?"

There was a long silence before she replied, her voice almost inaudible.

"Your slave . master."

"Right. Better. You've been a naughty little slave haven't you?"

"Yes master."

"A very naughty little slave. And what happens to naughty slaves? Well, what?"

"Punished."

"Yep. They're punished. Guess what your punishment will be slave."

"You'll . you'll hit me . hit your slave."

"Tell you what, let's play a little game. I want you to tell me how many times you think I should hit you. Not now. Tomorrow at nine o'clock when you'll come over. Here's how the game will go. I know how many hits you deserve. If you tell me I should hit you less than I think then you'll get your number plus mine. If you tell me the same as I think or more, then that's all you'll get. Understand slave?"

"Yes master."

"Okay. Nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't you dare be late slave. And you'd better be able to stay all night again or else."

Yes! It was on again. Initially, if she'd called and given in again, he'd planned on telling her to come over immediately. But while he was waiting for her call he'd started thinking about what he wanted to do if she did come back. He was going to need lots of preparation time so he'd decided that he'd have to wait till tomorrow. It was going to be worth it though and if he got too horny waiting he could always jerk off to his new video of her.

Somehow Janet survived when her parents came home and she had dinner with them without either of them asking her if anything was wrong. After dinner she retreated to her room and spent the next few torturous hours trying to work out the magic number. She knew that coming up with the right sort of number was really important. If she said something easy like one or two, he'd probably get really pissed off and make it lots. But if she came up with a bigger number and it was still too small then she'd be getting that plus whatever he thought. Finally she settled on a number which she of course adjusted constantly every time she thought about it.

Eventually she went to bed but for ages she couldn't sleep she was so wound up. There was a way she knew which normally helped her fall asleep but it felt wrong to be doing that tonight so she tossed and turned till she couldn't stand it anymore.

Easing her hand down to her pussy, she conjured up images of one of the guys from her favourite tv show as she started stroking her finger through her pussy. She had to bite on her lip to stop from moaning because she was very sensitive tonight. Good though she thought, it would mean she could get off quickly. Slipping her finger inside she covered it with her juices and started playing with her clitoris, coaxing it out as she started to think of someone licking her. It had felt so good, so complete when he put his mouth on her clitoris, so much more complete than using a finger was. And when he'd licked all over her pussy and pushed the tip of his tongue into her pussy and even when he put his tongue into her bum. But the best part was when he'd sucked her clitoris into his mouth and she'd exploded in that first overpowering orgasm this morning.

As she came, one hand pushing into her pussy the other gripping her bedclothes, images of sucking his cock and of having his cock in her pussy flashed through her mind. It was only as she relaxed after the waves of her orgasm had washed over her that she realised that she'd actually masturbated with Richard as her fantasy. Tears rolled down her cheeks once again. Even in her fantasies she couldn't seem to escape him.

Less that a hundred yards away Richard was also in bed. His tv was positioned so he could watch in bed and he had linked the video camera to it. As the video of Janet masturbating started and she smiled for the camera, introducing herself as a sex slave, Richard started stroking his already hard cock, settling down for a long stroke session.

Chapter 13 - Twin Peaks

The next morning she waited in her room till her parents had left for work before venturing downstairs. After a quick breakfast she showered and dressed. That was the hardest part, working out what to wear because she wanted to cover herself as much as possible but didn't want him to realise it. If it wasn't that she knew it would piss him off she'd have worn baggy pants and a loose top. What she settled on was a wrap around skirt that came to just above her knees, pair of her plainest panties and a sports bra, a crop top that was very loose so that it didn't really show off her boobs and a pair of sandals.

By five to nine she was standing outside Richard's front door. Taking a big breath to try and dispel her fear she reached out, opened the door and stepped inside to find the ominous leather cuffs laid out on the floor along with her leash and lying next to it two fake cocks. To one side was a tripod with the video camera he'd used to film her yesterday focused straight at her.

"Good morning slave."

Her head whipped to the right where there was a small speaker sitting on a chair.

"That's right, I'm watching you on the camera and I'm speaking to you through this. Shut the door. Good. Now kneel in front of the clothes I've prepared for you. Kneel slave! Now!"

She dropped to her knees, hands behind her back assuming the ready position.

"Good slave. Except you still have your own clothes on. Bad slave. From now on as soon as you come in you take your clothes off. Now, take everything off, put on your cuffs and then get back into position. Come on cunt!"

"Yes master."

Cunt! The word reverbrated in her head as she took off her clothes, not even having time to consider how pointless it had been taking so much time earlier deciding what to wear. Skirt, top, sandals, bra, panties and she was naked again, shivering now with fear as the reality of once again being his slave, of having to let him degrade and hurt her struck home. The embarrassment of having no clothes on also flooded back and she had to work hard to control her urge to cover her tits and pussy. Picking up the cuffs she started putting them on, starting with her wrists and them twisting around to put the ankle cuffs on before locking the collar around her neck. Then she was back in position, clothes scattered around her, eyes staring at the floor, trying not to look at the two horrid fake cocks in front of her as she became conscious of her nipples, hard and pointing straight at the camera.

"Good slave. That's the way you should be all the time, naked, on your fucking knees, ready to be used like the fuck slut you are. Now for the interesting stuff. I hope your cunt is wet because you have 30 seconds to get the vibrator up there. That's the pink plastic cock. Starting now!"

Reaching out with a shaking hand she picked up the vibrator. It looked so real, at least seven inches long and probably as thick as Richard's cock. Kneeling up she slowly brought it between her legs till the head was against her hole. With the fingers of her other hand she spread her pussy lips apart both thankful and disgusted when she felt the slickness on her fingers. Thankful because it meant that she was wet enough to put the vibrator in without having to hurt herself, disgusted because it was just another bit of proof that she really was a slut.

"Ten seconds."

"Uhhh."

She doubled over as the head slid inside, once again trying to get used to the feel of something this big inside her pussy.

"Five seconds bitch. Hurry up if you don't want your punishment to be even worse than it's going to be."

Taking a big breath she pulled her hand up, the vibrator sliding all the way into her till it hit the top of her pussy.

"Uggh."

"Good slut. Leave it there. Now the butt plug. That's the black cock of course, fat on one end, skinnier in the middle. It goes up your arse. And because I'm kind I'll let you grease it first. Forty seconds to grease it and fuck it up your arse."

Straightening up she looked at the black thing in front of her and then up at the camera as though she might be able to actually see him, mouth open in shock as she realised exactly what he wanted her to do.

"Yes cunt, up your tight arse. Time's ticking away. If I were you I'd get that tube of KY and get to work. Otherwise I'll have to punish you so bad for not doing what you're told. Good little slut, that's the way."

With trembling hands she gingerly picked up the tube of KY and then the plug by its base. She squeezed a glob of lubricant on it and started carefully rubbing it over the thing.

"Twenty seconds left. I'd hurry up if I were you. And you might want to stick some of that up your arse as well."

The panic almost overwhelmed her. She didn't know if she'd be able to push this thing into herself but she knew she'd have to try.

"Fifteen seconds cunt."

Putting the dildo down she bent over, her head on the floor and her arse sticking up in the air. Reaching behind herself she squirted the KY against her arsehole. Dropping the tube she spread it around, finally pushing a finger into herself.

"Ahh shit."

She pushed her finger around a bit, trying to spread the slippery stuff as much as she could. Her other hand groped around on the floor till she found the dildo again. Holding it against her arsehole she presses but there was no way she could do it.

"Five seconds bitch."

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut she pulled forward as hard as she could.

"Ahhhh . oh fuck . uhhhh."

Toppling over she fell on her side, shaking with the shock of what she'd done to herself. It felt so big, filling her bum and pushing up against the vibrator that was jammed into her pussy. After the initial jab of pain that had caused her to lose her balance, it didn't really hurt but it felt so unnatural, so disgustingly dirty to have these two things filling her down there.

"Okay, you made it just in time. Now get back on your knees. Come on slave, get on your fucking knees. Get up you fucking cunt!"

Shakily she knelt back up, every move reminding her of the two objects now invading her body.

"Yeah that's good. Okay slut, now you're just the way you should be all the fucking time, cock filling your cunt and your arse. Now put on the leash and get on all fours and crawl to me. You've got two minutes to find me fuck toy."

Richard was in the family room, sitting naked in a chair, one hand holding a microphone, the other slowly stroking his hard cock, watching the tv screen that he'd connected to the video camera. It was on a wide view and he'd seen everything that Janet had done for him. Now as he watched she was moving off screen, crawling as fast as she could to find him. His slave was coming to him and he knew that now she'd do everything he told her to do and that she'd never run away from him again.

As she crawled she hoped that he hadn't gone upstairs because she knew she be late if that was the case. First she tried the lounge room but that was empty so she headed for the family room where he'd hurt her so badly the first day. There she found him waiting for her. She stopped in the doorway, on all fours, and they stared at each other, her eyes filled with defeat, his with victory.

"Hello slave. You made it with thirty seconds to spare. Good slave. Come on, over here and in position."

She stopped in front of him and knelt again, hands behind her back and eyes down. Standing up he circled her before crouching in front of her, tilting her head up so he could stare into her eyes. On hand reached between her legs so he could touch his new toys, buried inside her. He pushed on the butt plug making her grunt and then he twisted the vibrator which elicited a small moan from her.

"Like my new toys do you slut? Well cunt?"

"Yes master, your slave likes your new toys."

Taking hold of her naked breasts, he caressed them for a while before starting to squeeze them.

"You were a very bad slave running away the so as we agreed I'm going to have to punish you for being so bad. And I'm going to really enjoy it bitch."

By now he was holding her hard nipples between finger and thumb, and he started clamping down and twisting, sending lances of pain darting through her breasts.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Somehow she held on, staying in position until he finally released them.

"That's a good slave. Didn't pull away. So, what do you think your punishment should be?"

She was so terrified that whatever she said he'd tell her it was wrong and just add it to what he wanted that for a few moments it was like she was struck dumb. Eventually she whispered the number she'd come up with.

"Sixteen master."

"Sixteen? So you think sixteen is enough for running away do you? Really?"

"No, yes. More? I . your slave doesn't know. I'm . she's sorry master. Should it be more? Please master. I'll . your slave will say more if you want her to."

"No slave. The deal was that you say what you think. And you did that, you said sixteen. Now if I thought you should get twenty, then you're going to get thirty six aren't you?"

"Yes master."

She'd got it wrong. She should have said more, now it was going to be twice as bad. More. Finally the tears started trickling down her cheeks.

"But I was only going to give you twelve, so it'll just be the sixteen that you think you deserve slave."

"What? Only sixteen? Oh, thank you master, thank you."

Her relief was palpable. Sixteen, not thirty six.

"Next thing is should I use my hand or should I use the whip? Which hurts more? Well slave girl, which one hurts more?"

"The whip master."

"Right. So which do you think it should be? Should I whip you, which you say will hurt more or should I just spank you?"

It was like a trick question and she had no idea what would happen if she got it wrong. If she said spanking maybe he'd just whip her anyway or maybe even punish her more for asking for the one that wasn't going to hurt as much. But if she said whip then that was probably all that would happen.

"I'm waiting cunt. Tell me which one you think you fucking deserve or I'll do sixteen of both."

"Whip master."

"Okay. Good choice. That's what I think. So let's get started. Get down on the floor over here on your stomach. Come on, face here and feet her. That's right. Now attach you ankles to these. Come on, hurry up slut. Okay left hand here. Lock it on. Now put your right hand here. Good slave."

Richard had set up four ropes on the floor that were tied off to different parts of the wall. After he'd secured the cuff on her right hand to the final rope she was spreadeagled on the floor, her arms and legs forming right angles. He then grabbed her hair in one hand, using it to lift her head up.

"Open up. Need to put the gag in cause I think you'll be screaming a lot. There we go, just making sure it's tight."

With the gag secure he moved down to her hips and taking hold of the flange of the butt plug, he tapped his finger on it. This was so fucking amazing. He had a fake cock up the arse of Janet Sheen! Then he twisted it which caused her to jerk and grunt.

"Like that bitch? Like having your arsehole stuffed? And your cunt stuffed. Want me to turn on the vibrator? Of course you do because you're a slut, aren't you?"

Apart from her muffled grunt, there was no obvious reaction when he switched on the vibrator but he guessed they probably took a while to have any effect. Not that he really cared because now he wanted to get on with her punishment which would be followed by his first come of the day and he had something special planned for that.

Janet's concentration was now on her pussy and the vibrating cock that was filling her. Even in this terrifying position she could still feel the first tendrils of pleasure seeping in. The movement in her pussy seemed to be making it easier to have the other thing stuck inside her bum. In fact the way the vibrator was moving against the other thing was already starting to feel nice.

Pain!

Her whole body exploded, jerking with the incredible pain that slashed across her bum. She twisted her head to the other side, craning up to try and see where he was as the second stroke landed on her already stinging bum.

The whip he'd chosen was a single strand one, about four feet long with a braided handle that added another foot to it. He hadn't used it on her before but the way she was jerking about it was obvious that it hurt even though he hadn't swung very hard. He'd have to be careful because he didn't want to hurt her too much, just enough to show her that she couldn't piss off on him like she had any more.

"This one is going to go from your right shoulder diagonally across your back. Ready? Yeah, perfect, now I just have to move around to get the other side. Okay, that looks great, there are these two red stripes now. Looks like a cross on your back. I hope you like it. Now for you legs bitch."

Methodically he worked his way over her body. The worst part was probably the way he'd tell her each time exactly where he was going to hit her. Most of the time he even bent down and traced a line over her body with his fingernail as he told her where he was going to try to land the whip. Then he'd wait, letting her imagine it before striking. And with every stroke she jerked and grunted, fresh waves of pain radiating through her poor body. He lashed her sixteen times till her body was patterned with angry looking red stripes.

"Well cunt, that's your sixteen lashes. Now it's time for me to have some fun. Can't have you being the only one enjoying yourself can we? Umm, trouble is your cunt and your arsehole seem to be full, and your mouth is full too isn't it. Guess I'll just have to work something else out. Here, roll over and spread yourself out again."

He'd undone her restraints and flipped here over onto her back causing her to jerk with pain as her bum and back hit the floor. Quickly he re-cuffed her into the spreadeagled position and them knelt over her, sitting on her stomach. He'd discarded the whip and was now holding a small bottle and a pillow which he roughly pushed under her head.

"This is for under your head so you can see what's happening. Oil's for your big tits. Need them nice and slippery for the next thing bitch."

Pouring the massage oil on her tits he spread it all over them, making sure that there was plenty of oil in the valley between her tits before he discarded the bottle. Leaning forward he rested his cock in between her tits, one hand cupping the outside of each tit.

"Know what I'm going to do now cunt? I'm going to fuck your tits and then I'm going to come all over your fucking face. And don't you dare close your fucking eyes or I'll whip your fucking tits. That's better slave."

Pressing her tits together he closed them around his cock and then started moving his hips back and forth.

"Oh yeah, like that slut? Like having a cock fucking between your big fat tits? Of course you do because your a cock sucking, come eating little cunt aren't you slave? Yeah, that feels real good."

Her mind was slowly clearing from the shock and the pain of the whipping and it wasn't till he was pushing her tits together, his cock was moving between them that she really understood what was happening. She'd never heard of anything like this, using a girls tits so that a guy could come till he'd threatened to do it to her on the first day. But it was just another of the perverted things that he was doing to her. His cockhead kept appearing and disappearing as it moved through the tunnel he'd formed. All she could do was lie there, waiting for his cock to spew his come all over her and listen to him saying all the horrible things about her.

Already he could feel the pressure building in his balls and this time he wasn't worried about trying to hold back. He wanted to come on her, wanted her to be humiliated and suffer for running away. He squeezed her tits together even harder, fingers sinking into them, not caring how much it hurt her. With every stroke the underside of his cock and his balls were rubbing over her breastbone and he was getting closer and closer. Sliding his hands up a bit he took her nipples between thumb and forefinger, holding them lightly, waiting for that glorious moment when he would come.

By now she was getting used to the pain in her tits and the pleasure from the vibrator in her pussy started to intrude. She tried to concentrate on the pleasure building in her pussy, wanting to block out what he was doing but it was impossible to do as he gripped her tortured tits even harder. As she watched his cockhead constantly appear and reappear from between her squashed tits she knew that soon it would be spewing his load all over her face, just like in the videos she watched.

"Get ready cunt, get ready for a cum bath. Ahhh, fuck yes."

The first spurt of come splattered over her face, leaving a trail from her forehead, across her left eye and onto her cheek. But the worst part was the pain. As he came, he clamped down on her nipples as hard as he could. Her body jerked, trying desperately to escape the searing pain. He kept thrusting through her tits, another spurt of come splattering over her face with each upward thrust. And as each glorious spurt of come coursed through his cock he tortured her nipples again, making her jerk her bound body uncontrollably. It felt like he was like riding a wild horse as she tried unsuccessfully to throw him off her which just spurred him to pinch her nipples even harder.

"Oh fuck yeah. Fucking cunt! Covering your fucking face. Oh shit, right up your fucking nose. Awesome. You bitch, take it all slave."

After the first half dozen spurts of come her face was covered, globs of come in her hair, on both eyes, cheeks and even in her nose. Letting go of her bruised tits he grasped his cock and started jerking off, milking the rest of the come out so that finally there were creamy strands of come on her neck and over her heaving tits.

"Yeah, cum slut. That's what you are, my come slut. Oh fuck that's good."

He stayed kneeling over her for ages, slowly stroking his still hard cock as he looked in awe at the sight. From her tits up there were ropey stings of his come which in some places was slowly dribbling down her face and tits. As he watched, one strand rolled down her cheek and pooled in her ear while another rolled down the slope of her tit to puddle on her stomach.

Finally he climbed off her.

"That's all for now, slave. But you can stay there for a while, maybe think about what a bad slave you've been. And while you're thinking about what a naughty cunt you've been you can watch some more videos."

He'd dubbed a four hour tape the night before. It had some of the 'How to Please Your Man' videos on it interspersed with some really hardcore vids he'd collected. They were bondage, gangbang and rape scenes, really heavy stuff. He had the TV set up on a trolley with a special arm so that it could be suspended over her head. Wheeling it over her started the tape.

"Now I want you to enjoy yourself while you watch the videos. And you'd better fucking watch every second of them because I might just test you on them. Plus some of them are sort of a warning of what will happen to you if you keep being a naughty slave. See this? This will help you enjoy. It plugs into your vibrator to make sure that the batteries don't run out. External power."

It was just an AC adaptor which meant that the vibrator could run forever. Crouching between her splayed legs he grasped the vibrator, pulling it almost all the way out. Yet another turn on for him as he saw how wet and slick it was from her cunt juice. She must be getting turned on from it even with him whipping her he thought as he started working it in and out of her wet cunt a few times before plugging in the adaptor. Then he changed the setting to variable. See how she liked that!

Picking up his digital camera he took a few shots before hitting the play button on the vid and leaving her.

Chapter 14 - Spa Time

She watched him leave, praying that he wouldn't whip her anymore as she didn't know if she could take it. She certainly wasn't going to be doing anything to annoy him ever again. Then the video started and she watched carefully, knowing that if he asked her a question about it and she didn't know the answer she'd be in trouble and trouble meant pain.

First there was some of the anal sex video she'd watched the first day. All the scenes were from the second half of the video and in all of them the girls were telling the men how great it was, how good it felt. She also noticed how the girls all played with themselves, rubbing their clits and fingering themselves while the guys had their things in their bums. So, if he did it to her like that again, she make sure she told him it was great and also she's play with herself while it was happening. The other thing was that when the guys were ready to fuck them in the bum, the girls would reach behind themselves and hold the cheeks of their bums, pulling them apart to make it easier for the guy.

That section lasted for about fifteen minutes before another video started. This one was like a home video and it was just a girl and guy fucking except that the girl was really young, younger than Janet by the look of it and the guy was probably her dad's age. But the girl seemed to be really experienced and she played with the guy's cock for ages, stroking it and kissing it before he put it in her. She also played with his balls a lot, even when he was fucking her. It wasn't just that she was touching and kissing the man though, it was like she was nuzzling him down there as if she totally loved his cock and balls and everything. Lesson two she guessed, it wasn't just doing it, but how she did it that was important.

It was as she was watching this one that the constant movement of the vibrator started to get to her. It became harder and harder to focus on the screen until finally she came, the familiar pleasure washing over her as she jerked against the ropes that were still binding her. It felt good because the pleasure helped to dim the memory of the pain from her whipping and the ache in her tits where he grabbed them so hard.

When she finally focused on the screen again the video had changed and was showing some of the cocksucking lessons she'd already seen and she made sure she watched carefully, trying to make mental notes of all the different things the women did. With the vibrator keeping her turned on, watching these videos tied to the floor wasn't as horrible as she'd thought it would be. That is until the next one started.

It was terrifying. A woman with big boobs was tied upside down to a cross. There were lots of ropes and they were wrapped really tightly around her so that her flesh bulged out. Not just on her ankles and wrists though. There were ropes around her knees, thighs, arms, waist and there were even ropes around the base of her boobs. These were tied really tightly, squeezing the flesh of her boobs so they were two bloated balls bulging on her chest. She had nipple rings and it even looked like there was a ring at her pussy.

Two guys appeared and she started to beg them not to hurt her but they did, whipping her for a long time until her whole body including her bound tits was covered in angry red welts. They were hitting the woman a lot harder that Richard had hit her and the way she was screaming it obviously was hurting her a lot.

The lesson from this one seemed pretty clear. The next time she did something wrong he'd hurt her a lot more than this time.

When the whipping video finished there was a scene from one of the videos from the first day. This was followed by what seemed to be normal porn with a girl giving a guy a blowjob but the next one was really even more horrifying than the whipping video. A girl was tied up an platform with her legs pulled up over her head exposing her pussy and a man in a really gross leather costume was dropping hot wax from a candle on her tits and pussy.

That's the way it continued, with a mix of videos, the only real constant being that the vibrator didn't stop. Over the next few hours she came four more times. By the time Richard came in to check on her she was exhausted from the combination of what was started to seem like coming constantly and having to watch the videos with the whipping and other horrible things in them.

He'd waited as long as he could before he'd come back. As tempting as it would have been to have seen how she responded to having the vibrator working inside her, he'd thought it would be better leaving her alone to watch the videos. He'd filled in the time with a swim and then he'd downloaded the new pics he'd taken and tidied them up. Now however he knew the video would be close to over and more importantly he was getting impatient to feel his cock inside her once again. More specifically, all the way inside her throat. There was something so compelling about the idea of having his cock so far in her mouth that her lips would actually be pressing into his groin and pubic hair that he didn't want to wait a minute longer.

That is until he walked into the room and he stopped in the doorway, awestruck by the sight before him. Within the confines of her restraints she was sort of squirming and it was so incredibly erotic. Probably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He quickly pushed his swimmers off and holding his rapidly growing cock moved over to her. He'd been so engrossed in her squirming hips that it wasn't until he was standing alongside her that he realised her eyes were shut tight and she didn't seem to be aware that he'd come in.

As he started masturbating in earnest her squirming increased and then her hips started moving, pushing up off the floor and then dropping down again. Shit this was better than any porno movie. There were muffled noises coming from her gagged mouth, almost like growls. Then her body started twitching and jerking as if she was having a fit and he realised that she must be coming. Although when he'd left her with the vibrator going he'd sort of hoped she'd come, he didn't really think she would, not after he'd whipped her. Wow. He thought in real life it was only guys who came all the time but maybe not, maybe girls were like that too.

This was way too much to watch without doing something. He started moving his hand faster on his cock, brushing his thumb over the head, getting closer and closer. The sight was just so incredible. She was still twitching a bit, and her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and of course his dried come was still on her face and upper body.

"Hey slut. Enjoying yourself watching the vids are you? Fuck, that looked so fucking amazing when you come. The way your body goes crazy, awesome. You did come didn't you slut?"

She jerked her eyes open, mortified that he'd come back to see her like this only to find him standing alongside her, playing with himself. As she stared up at him he stepped over her so he was straddling her and he aimed his cock down at her. She watched spellbound as his hand moved in a blur on his hard cock and then suddenly he slowed, seeming to grip it even tighter.

"Oh, yeah, I'm coming slut. Of fuck yeah! Jerking off all over your fucking body. Yeah! Fuck that's great. Oh fuck here it comes slut!"

As she stared up the little hole on the head of his cock opened and white globs of his come erupted out, arcing through the air before landing all over her. The first spurt reached up to her head leaving a strand in her hair. The next landed on her face and the rest traced creamy lines of hot come on her breasts and stomach. Come. She was covered in it like some sort of nasty slutty piece of trash. And even worse, it didn't worry her because after everything that she been through today, it somehow felt right to have his come all over her naked body as she lay there still recovering from her last orgasm.

As he milked the last couple of drops out of his cock his legs gave out on him again and he dropped down, kneeling over her hips.

"Yeah, that was great. And you look so fucking sexy with my come all over you. Shit that looks good."

As he got his breath back he reached behind with one hand, grasping the base of the vibrator and started moving it around.

"Like your vibrator do you. I brought it specially for you. Sure looked like you enjoyed it slave. Fuck, the way you were bouncing around. Jeez, I wish I'd filmed that."

He worked the vibrator in and out a few times before sliding it all the way out. Holding it up to his face he inhaled.

"Mmmm. Smells good. You smell so good."

Then he wiped it on her boobs and cheeks, adding her juice to his come which was already streaked all over her upper body. What a spin out, to be rubbing his and her come over her boobs and face with a fake cock. This one was something he'd never actually dreamed of doing, never fantasised about. Wow. He, Richard Marks was kneeling over a tied up and naked Janet Sheen while he smeared come over her boobs using a fake cock. Life was totally, definitely great!

As great as this was, it was time to move on as there were lots of other totally, definitely great things he wanted to do with her today and he didn't really want her covered with come for them. Like when she deep throated him!

Putting the vibrator down he released the cuffs on her ankles. Pushing her legs up in the air he grabbed the butt plug and twisted it out of her bum. Next took off the gag and then released her hands.

As he was releasing her Janet was carefully planning what she knew she had to do when she was free. As soon as her hands were released she tried to get up but found it wasn't easy. Her body was stiff from being tied down for so long but she persevered, ignoring the aches in her limbs as she rose to her knees. Hands behind her back, she knelt in the ready position with her eyes downcast. When she spoke her voice was cracking from having the gag in her mouth for so long but she didn't let that stop her.

"Thank you master for punishing your slave. She promises she'll never do anything bad ever again master. Your slave will never ever run away again master. And thank you for fucking her tits and for coming all over her face. And thank you master for . for, umm, wanking over your slave and coming on her bod. her slutty body master."

Richard had been collecting the cuffs and toys when she started speaking. He slowly turned to watch her as she finished her speech. It was so unexpected that his first thought was that she was sending him up but she obviously wasn't. His second thought was jubilation. Yes! It had worked! He restrained himself from punching the air in victory though. He knew he had to play the master now, not show any weakness.

"So slave, did you like having your big tits fucked?"

"Oh yes master, your slave loved it when you fucked her big tits."

"And what about when I come on your face and all over you? You like that slave?"

"Yes master. Your slave loves being covered with your beautiful come master."

"Good. Very fucking good. Hey, let's have a spa. Want to? It'll clean you up too."

"Ummm, yes master."

"Come on."

Holding his hand out to her he helped her to her feet and they headed out to the pool, hand in hand like boyfriend and girlfriend.

He hit the button and the jets started bubbling away as they slipped into the heated water. They sat opposite each other, their legs bumping in the turbulent water. Janet closed her eyes, allowing the water to pummel some of the tension out of her muscles. For a while the only sound was the splashing of the water.

"You remember when my Dad got this? I reckon we spent that whole summer in here we thought it was so great."

"Yes master."

"We must have been eight? God that seems like a long time ago. You, me and Kel . yeah, a long time ago."

She hadn't thought about it for a long time but she did remember. Not just the spa but lots of times playing and hanging out with Richard and Kelly, especially during the holidays when they were kids. When he still liked her, when he didn't hate her like he obviously did now.

She opened her eyes, not sure if she was meant to respond. He was staring at her but she didn't think he wanted her to reply. Then it didn't matter anyway because without warning she started shivering and couldn't have said anything. It was really scary because the water was hot but she was shivering as if she was freezing to death and her teeth were actually chattering. She desperately tried to stop, scared that he'd think she was doing it on purpose but she couldn't stop it.

Through the spray from the bubbling water it took a while for Richard to see that something was wrong. At first he wasn't sure but when she brought her hand out of the water to brush her hair out of her eyes and it was shaking so hard that she couldn't control it he knew there was something wrong and for the first time since he'd started this journey he started to worry.

"Hey, are you okay?"

She tried to answer but she couldn't get her mouth to work.

"Janet? What's up? Janet?"

Moving to the other side of the spa he took her by the shoulders.

"What is it?"

Finally she was able to get a few words out.

"Cold . can't stop shivering."

He pulled her into his arms, holding her against him in the bubbling water, stroking her head and her back. He had to quell his rising panic. Maybe he'd gone too far. Maybe the whipping or maybe even the movies were too much for her and she was having an attack of some sort. Apart from holding her he didn't know what he could do. It wasn't as though he could call her parents or something like that.

"But the water's warm. Hey, it's okay. Come on calm down. Janet. Calm down."

"Can't. Sorry. Can't help it. Trying."

Then it was like a dam had burst and the shivering stopped as she started sobbing with huge gut wrenching sobs.

"You . you hate me."

"What?"

"You hate me."

"No. No I don't. I don't hate you Janet. The opposite."

"Yes you do. You hate me. You hurt me. I don't . Oh no. No! Sorry master. Please don't hurt your slave again. Please she's sorry for saying I. She promises never ever to say it again. Please don't hurt her anymore."

In between her sobs and her spluttered pleas she was kissing his neck and up to his chin, trying to find his mouth. He held her head in his hands, forcing her to look at him.

"I don't hate you. I could never hate you."

"But you must. You must. Why are you hurting me if you don't hate me? Your slave doesn't understand. Your slave thought we were friends. Please don't hurt me anymore, your slave will be good, so good. Do everything you want, everything you like. Please master, please don't whip your slave . or do the other horrible things to her. Please master."

He should have been pleased, elated even, to have her apparently broken like this but he wasn't. He wanted her to be his slave but he didn't want her to be sobbing. He didn't want her to be scared of him like she must be. It wasn't like this in his fantasies. Sure, she cried and all that but this was different.

"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Your slave thought we were friends. But you hate me."

"Look, I don't hate you okay. And you know, I thought we were friends too but you're the one who hasn't been a friend. Anyway, I'm not going to whip you again, okay."

"Oh, thank you master . and ."

"What?"

"The other things?"

The comments about friends had brought back some of his anger with her so when she said 'other things' he wasn't impressed, assuming she was talking about them having sex. He was starting to suspect that maybe she was trying to get out of everything, trying to trick him. Although maybe not considering how she was holding him, her hands digging into him and her body pressed against his.

"What other things?"

"The, the wax and ropes and needles and all those things."

"Shit no. I'm not going to do that. I'm sorry, I'd never do anything like that to you."

"Oh thank you master, thank you. Your slave was so scared. Thank you master."

She pushed her head forward and started planting tiny kisses all over his face before burying her head against his shoulder as her crying finally subsided into occasional whimpers.

They stayed like that for a while, both lost in their thoughts until Richard broke the silence.

"You know I've been wanting to see that new scary movie. Want to go downtown and see it today?"

"What master?"

"You and me. Let's go and see a movie."

"Oh . okay master. Your slave would like that master."