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From: "Laura Davis" <ldavis4@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Repost Crucified, Crossover, Ellen
Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2001 21:10:05 -0500
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   Crossover by Laura Lynn Davis F/F SF Bnd 
   Copyright 2001, all rights reserved



   I watched the patrol ride up the trail and into the settlement.  There
were six riders, with Ariane, my owner, in the lead.  My name is Kelly Lieu
and I was a college student when I came through the veil.  One moment I was
safe in Queen Anne's colony of Massachusetts, a student at Amherst, and the
next, after a flash of light, I was stranded in the Amazon Empire of
N'America.

   It happened while I was on my way back to school after spring break.  I
was a junior, just turned twenty, and I was looking forward to seeing
Kevin, my boyfriend, again.  Little did I know that I'd never see Kevin
again.  And, more astounding, I had no clue that my last time in bed with
Kevin was the last time I'd ever have sex with a man.

   I was headed north on I-91 when there was a flash in the sky.  A moment
later my Volkswagen was careening down a bumpy hillside.  I thought an
explosion had blown me off the road.  But it was funny because, outside of
the flash, I hadn't noticed anything - no loud noise, no rush of wind,
nothing.  My car hit a tree and the airbag deployed.  A few moments later,
dazed, I was safely out of the car.

   When dawn came I was stunned to see that there was nothing in sight but
grass and trees.  No houses, no highway, no buildings of any kind.  I was
completely alone in an empty landscape.  I'd been dressed for Kevin - short
skirt, skimpy top, and sandals but I changed into jeans, a long-sleeved
t-shirt, socks, and hiking boots.  I tied a sweatshirt around my waist and
began walking.  I had a bottle of water that I'd purchased at a gas station
only a few hours earlier.

   I walked for hours, heading due east, navigating by the sun's position.
I sipped my water sparingly, not knowing if it was safe to drink from the
streams I crossed.  Shortly before noon I heard voices.  Before I could
hide a dozen riders came around a hill and caught sight of me.  I ran but
they caught me easily.  I was surprised to find myself the captive of a
band of women clad in leather.  They were all young, fit, and fairly
attractive.  But what astounded me was the fact that I could understand
them.  Their accent was strange but they were undoubtedly speaking English.

   The leader was Ariane, a blonde bundle of energy with flashing green
eyes, deeply tanned skin, and great legs.  She claimed me as her own and
nobody argued.  She made me strip and then she tied my wrists behind my
back.  My initial protest was dealt with harshly - she punched me in the
mouth, splitting my lip and loosening a tooth.  I kept quiet after that. 
When I was finished undressing she tied my wrists together.  She didn't tie
them really tight, just tight enough to keep me from freeing myself too
easily.  Then she tied a long rope to the rope binding my wrists.  They
mounted their horses and rode off.  I was forced to trot behind them or be
dragged.

   Lucking, since I was an athlete, I was in good shape.  But they kept a
steady pace and before too long I was hot, sweaty, and exhausted.  I fell.
Ariane dragged me for a few yards before I regained my feet.  I fell again
within thirty minutes.  She stopped and I struggled to my knees.  "Please,
let me rest.  I'm exhausted!"

   She stared at me for a moment.  Then she nodded and said, "We'll rest
here for a while." She got down and picketed her horse.  She gave it some
water and then she came and allowed me to drink.  She did the same thing
she did for the horse - poured the water in the palm of her hand and let me
lap it up.

   Then she crouched and took a drink.  "We don't get many like you thought
the veil."

   "What do you mean?  Many humans?  Many women?  Where am I and what is
the veil?"

   She grinned.  "We don't get many beautiful women with amber skin. 
Chinese women.  They're rare in your part of your world, aren't they?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, not many Chinese travel to North America."

   "I've heard that from others.  As for where you are, this is North
America but not *your* North America.  The veil separates many worlds and
sometimes it ruptures and sometimes people come through when it does.  This
area, from what you would call New England down to what you would call
Florida, and west to the great river is the Amazon Empire.  South of us is
the Spanish Empire of S'America.  And west of the great river the land is
still controlled by the native tribes."

   'Why have you treated me like this?  When can I go home?"

   She chuckled.  "You can never go home.  You're here for good.  And I've
treated you according to our laws.  All men are killed on sight.  All women
are enslaved.  You'll have a chance to win your freedom after two years of
slavery.  Some do, some don't." She touched my cheek.  "For now you are a
slave.  My slave.  You're a great prize since you're both beautiful and
unusual." She cupped my full, firm breasts for a moment.  "I'll enjoy you
tonight."

   She straightened up and turned away.  "Please, wait.  Can you bind my
breasts?  It hurts to run naked."

   She thought about it for a moment, and then nodded.  She turned and
snapped an order.  A slender redhead brought a length of cloth and bound my
beasts so they wouldn't bounce so much.  I smiled and thanked her.  Then I
ran.  I ran for the rest of the afternoon.  Ariane set a fast pace.  By the
time we stopped I was totally exhausted.  The redhead untied me and removed
the binding.  Then she escorted me down to a small stream and stood watch
while I bathed in the cold water.  It felt wonderful!  The other's bathed
in pairs, one watching, one washing.

   Supper was a handful of dry corn and a sliver of dried meat.  Ariane
didn't allow a fire.  Not because there was any danger but they were on a
training exercise.  Ariane took me to her bed and used me sexually while I
lay there with tears streaming down my face.  I was incredibly embarrassed
when she easily brought me to orgasm, first with her fingers and then with
her tongue.

   The next two days and nights were more of the same.  I ran all day,
tethered to Ariane by a twenty-foot rope.  At night, she took me to her bed
and used me sexually while I lay there, unresisting and doing my best to be
unresponsive.  But, like the first night, my body betrayed me time and
again.  On the third day she let me run behind her without being tied. 
After the noon break she summoned the redhead, whose name was Irene.  "Take
the slave on your horse until the next break.  Then Katia can take her.

   "My name is Kelly, not slave!"

   Ariane casually backhanded me across the face, driving me to my knees.
"You're a slave.  You have no name until I grant you one.  The next time
you speak without permission I'll have the skin off your back with a
bullwhip." Her tone was matter-of-fact and I knew she meant it.

   I struggled to my feat and followed Irene to her horse.  Like all of
them, she rode with just a blanket spread on the horse's back, controlling
the horse with heels and bridle.  She held her arm down and out and I swung
up behind her.  Irene was wearing what seemed to be an unofficial uniform -
leather pants and a sleeveless leather vest over a shirt made of soft,
woven cloth.  Her bare arms were muscular without being unfeminine.  Her
closely cropped hair left her neck bare.

   She glanced back over her shoulder.  "Scoot close and put your arms
around my waist." I obeyed, hesitantly.  "Do you know how to ride?"

   I shook my head.  "This is the first time I've ever been on a horse."
She laughed in disbelief as she nudged the horse into motion with her
heels. Her vest was warm against my bare breasts.  I turned my head to the
side and rested my cheek against the back of her shoulder.  Her shirt was
short and my clasped hands were resting on her bare belly.  Her skin was
soft, her belly firm.  I felt a stirring of desire and it shocked me.

   After a few minutes Irene patted my leg and asked me if I was okay. 
"Yes, I'm fine.  I was starting to doze off." She chuckled but didn't say
anything and a few minutes later I did doze off, lulled by the warmth of
the sun on my naked body and the movement of the horse between my legs.

   We stopped two hours later and when I jumped down from the horse I
collapsed on the ground.  My thighs were stiff and sore and they cramped
up. Ariane spoke to Irene and handed her a small jar.  Irene had me sit
with my legs stretched out and spread and she rubbed the ointment from the
jar onto my inner thighs.  It was very soothing and the pain gradually
subsided.  After a stop of barely twenty minutes we were on our way again.
Riding with Katia wasn't nearly as pleasant an experience as riding with
Irene had been but I survived.

   That night, despite my resolve, I found myself responding to Ariane when
she took me under her blanked and began to fondle me.  She kept going until
I was thoroughly aroused.  Then, abruptly, she stopped and lay still,
staring at me in silence.  I stared back for a long moment and then
whispered, "Please."

   She smiled.  "Please, what, slave?"

   I felt tears on my cheeks as I dropped my eyes and whispered, "Please,
fuck me, mistress."

   She cupped her hand to her ear.  "Sorry, slave.  I didn't hear you."

   Sobbing, I whispered louder.  "Please fuck me, mistress.  Please. 
Please.  Please."

   Ariane fucked me with a handheld dildo while I whimpered with pleasure.
When I came I screamed with pleasure and the whole camp knew that I'd been
well and truly fucked.  It was an acknowledgement of my status as a slave.
A few days earlier I'd been a well-respect college student with a bright
future.  Now, I was a nude sex slave with a questionable future.

   The next day, Ariane let me run alongside her horse.  I wasn't tied or
restrained in any way.  She maintained a slower pace because we were close
to home and I ran all morning without a break.  Later in the afternoon,
when Ariane's attention was diverted for a moment I turned and slipped off
down a side trail.  I ran as fast as I could but they caught me within
minutes.

   My wrists were bound behind my back and then my elbows were tied back so
that they were touching.  My shoulders were nearly dislocated.  Irene was
assigned to lead me.  She dropped a noose around my neck and paid out
thirty feet of rope.  Then she set off at a slow trot.  I ran behind
knowing that if I stumbled I'd be strangled as I was dragged behind Irene's
horse.  After an hour Ariane rode back and angrily ordered Irene to step up
the pace.  When Irene protested Ariane called Katia.  Soon, Irene and I
were both running behind Katia.  Irene was trussed up exactly the same as I
was and she'd been stripped.  Question Ariane's orders had reduced her to
the status of slave.

   Katia kept us at the ragged edge of endurance all afternoon.  There were
a number of nearly fatal stumbles but we both survived.  That night, after
the patrol had been fed, Irene and I were punished.  Ariane selected a
sturdy tree limb and Irene and I were hung from it by our wrists and
whipped.  Irene took twenty strokes with a leather strap without making a
sound.  Since my crime was more severe I was given thirty strokes with same
strap.  By the time the tenth stroke was counted off I was sobbing like a
baby.

   When it was over Ariane cut us down.  She stared down at us in silence
said, "Stake them out and leave them all night.  Tomorrow they hard without
a break."

   Irene and I were staked out in the center of camp, our limbs stretched
tight and tied to wooden stakes driven deep into the ground.  We were
positioned head to head, the top of my head inches from hers.  After the
camp settled down we talked for a few minutes and I apologized for getting
her into trouble.  She chuckled.  "I got myself into trouble, I didn't need
your help."

   "What happens when we get to your settlement?"

   She didn't answer for a moment.  "Well, assuming we survive tomorrow,
what happens to us is up to Ariane.  I'll most likely be sold to the first
passing slave broker.  Ariane won't keep someone around after they've
questioned her orders."

   "I'm sorry.  How about me?"

   "She might sell you, she might keep you, or she might strangle you. 
Most likely she'll keep you.  You're very beautiful and since you're Asian
you're a rarity.  You're very valuable.  She'll hold you and see if your
price goes up."

   "Oh.  I was hoping she'd keep you or sell us together.  I enjoyed riding
with you.  I was hoping you'd stop somewhere and take me.  I was very
aroused."

   "I was tempted but if we'd been caught we'd have been hung on the spot."

   That was the last thing she said.  In the morning we were trussed up and
turned over to Katia.  She ran us hard all day, non-stop.  When we arrived
at the settlement we were exhausted and we only survived because neither of
us wished to give Katia the pleasure of dragging us to death.

   Irene was sold two days later.  Ariane received several offers for me
but turned them down.  She took me into her household as her bed slave and
she used me hard.

   She had me branded and I screamed like a stuck pig as the blacksmith
burned a stylized "A" into my left shoulder.  Before she left on her latest
patrol she said she'd decide my fate when she returned.  Now she was back.

   Ariane reined in and held her hand out.  I took it and jumped up behind
her.  She questioned me about what had happened in her absence.  I answered
every question as truthfully as I could.  Finally, I whispered, "What do
you plan to do with me, mistress?"

   She shrugged.  "I haven't decided but know this: I hate you for
depriving me of Irene.  I will punish you for that someday.  But it won't
be today.  Go and wait for me in bed.  Wait on your belly and make sure
your anus is well-lubricated."

   I swung down and trotted off, already crying.  I'd never taken it there
and now it was going to happen.  I greased myself well and stretched out on
my belly on her bed.  I was dozing when she came in and spread my buttocks.
I cried when she drove the dildo deep into my rectum.  I sobbed as she
reamed me with long, hard strokes.  When she was done she unstrapped the
harness and left the dildo deep in my rectum, the final humiliation.  She
stood up, grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me hard.

   I know that eventually she's going to punish me for what I did, punish
me terribly But, in the meantime, she's going to use me and I have to keep
her from finding out how much I enjoy it.

   The End.



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   <2nd attachment, "crucified.txt" begin>

   Crucified by Laura Lynn Davis F/F Bnd Copyright 2001, all rights
reserved

   I had been training for this moment for almost a year and I was lean and
fit, much stronger than I'd ever been.  Elise was in the kitchen when I
went looking for coffee.  She greeted me with a hug and a kiss.  "Karin,
are you certain you want to go through with this?"

   I nodded and took a sip from the cup she'd handed me.  "Yes, very sure."
It was Easter morning and I was going to be crucified.  Not with spikes of
course, but all of the other elements would be their - the crown of thorns,
the scourging, struggling up the hill in back of the farmhouse under the
weight of a heavy cross.  There would be one other change - instead of
sticking a spear into my side, the guards, a couple of Elise's dyke
friends, would rape me with a pole-mounted phallus while I hung on the
cross.  I had a nice tan and would use sun block, so hanging naked in the
sun for a couple of hours wouldn't give me skin cancer.

   She gave me a brooding look.  "Are you sure about the whips?  Braided
leather will leave scars."

   "I'm sure.  My modeling career is over.  A few scars won't matter.  What
time are we going to start?"

   She shrugged, cupping my bare breasts in her hands, squeezing gently. 
"About ten." I was, of course, naked.  I hadn't worn a stitch of clothing
in nearly a year.

   I moaned as she continued to fondle me.  She brought me to orgasm by
just fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples, something I would have
thought impossible just a year earlier.

   A year earlier, at the age of twenty-three, I was nearing the end of my
career as a runway/print model.  I wasn't one of the 'names' but I was
there on the runway for most of the big shows.  I was a little to 'healthy'
to be a name in a time when the waif look was in.  I stood 5' 11', weighed
145 pounds, and had broad shoulders, big breasts (36c), and a strong,
athletic body.  But I was depressed by the knowledge that my career was
coming to a close.  The photographers, in their eternal search for a new
'face' were going for younger and younger girls some just 14.  I started
doing drugs and when Elise found me I was totally strung out on heroin.

   She took me to her farm in upstate New York and locked me in a room in
her barn.  She took my clothes and fed me through a slot cut in the door.
The toilet was a bucket.  I was in the room for two weeks.  The most
terrible two weeks of my entire life.  But when she let me out the physical
craving was gone.  She kept me naked and began working me to get me back in
shape.  Daily runs, hard physical labor, and thrice-weekly workouts soon
had me in the best shape of my life.

   She used me sexually right from the start.  I'd never been with another
woman and when I resisted she beat me into submission.  She taught me to
please her with my fingers and tongue and various 'toys' she kept in her
bedroom.  After a few months she succeeded in transforming me into a docile
sexual slave.

   In March, she'd asked if there was anything I wanted.  I told her I'd
always fantasized about being crucified.  We talked about it and our talks
turned into planning sessions.  Her circle of friends, most of them young
lesbians, would participate.  I refused the offer of various painkilling
drugs.  I wanted the pain.  When I came down from the cross I would be a
'new' person.  The drugged-out model would be gone for good.

   The cross was made of 4x4" timbers and was very heavy.  But, thanks to
my workouts, I could handle it but just barely.  The others were assembled
by ten a.m.  and we all went outside.  Several pairs of willing hands
applied the SPF30 sunscreen.  By the time they finished I was totally
aroused.

   Jodie, a florist, had prepared the crown of thorns.  Elise set it on my
head and pushed it down.  The pain galvanized me and I felt my skin
tighten. I felt a trickle of blood on my forehead.  My hair had been
cropped short a couple of days earlier, very, very short.  It was less than
1/2 inch long.

   Sue and Mary, grad students from the university, were dressed as Roman
soldiers.  They began to whip me was I walked to the cross and struggled to
pick it up.  It was about 100 yards to the top of the hill.  They whipped
me every step of the way.  I was sobbing in agony, blinded by sweat and
blood, by the time I struggled to the top of the hill.

   I set the base of the cross in the hole and several people helped me
erect it.  Then I mounted the portable platform and stared out across the
valley while they bound me to the cross.  My arms were bound in five
places. Ropes just under my breasts and at my waist helped secure my and
provided some support for my weight.  A small wedge of wood was placed so
my feet would rest on it.  Before the platform was removed Sue whipped me
for almost five minutes.  She whipped my belly and thighs.  She also used a
flat strap on my tits.  When I was hoarse from screaming she descended and
the platform was removed.

   The sun was hot and I quickly grew thirsty.  My pleas for water were
ignored.  Sue and Mary took turns raping me with the pole-mounted phallus.
It had been wrapped with wet, knotted rawhide and then dried in the sun. 
It was brutal punishment but wouldn't cause any permanent damage.  I
screamed and begged for mercy, knowing that none would be shown.  That was
the worst part of it - knowing that there'd be no mercy.  I knew it would
end after two hours, but even that was no comfort.

   When they finally took me down, and gave me a wet sponge to suck on, I
felt a surge of relief and gratitude.  But Elise had a surprise for me. 
Sue and Mary fucked me in the ass with the phallus, ignoring my frenzied
screams.  They made me crawl down the hill to the barn with the phallus
planted deep in my rectum, the pole still attached.  When I balked they
whipped me into submission.

   I spent the night in the barn, secured to a post by my left ankle.  In
the morning, Elise came out and released me after I groveled for a suitable
period of time.  As we walked into the house she glanced at me and said,
"Maybe next year we'll use spikes."

   The End



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   <3rd attachment, "Ellen.txt" begin>

   Ellen by Laura Lynn Davis.  F/F Bnd Copyright 2001



   I was twenty-nine years old and two months pregnant with my first child
when my husband walked out on me.  If he'd had a good reason I might have
understood.  I would have been mad and hurt but I might have understood. 
But he didn't have a good reason.  He just said, "I've decided that I don't
want to be married anymore." And then he was gone.

   I had a good job with good benefits so I filed for divorce and went on
with my life.  Two weeks later, without any prior warning, the company I
worked for closed.  I showed up for work one Friday morning and the doors
were locked.  A company representative, protected by two armed guards, was
there to pass out final paychecks and a small severance payment.

   I didn't know what to do.  I had little money and suddenly I had no
benefits.  And I was almost three months pregnant.  It was near the end of
the month.  Rent would be due in a few days.  The doctor wanted money. 
There were groceries to buy, bills to pay, decisions to be made - keep the
baby or put it up for adoption.  Abortion was out of the question.

   The next morning I got up and went for a walk in the park after
breakfast.  I was wearing a cropped tank top, denim cutoffs, and sandals.
My belly was still flat but my breasts had gone from a B-cup to a C-cup. 
I'm not beautiful, or even particularly pretty, but I am attractive and
sexy.  I have black hair, olive skin, a good figure, and pretty nice legs.

   I'd been in the park for about twenty minutes and was starting to feel
the heat.  It was late July and the weather was typically hot and humid.  I
saw a young woman taking pictures near the duck pond.  She snapped a couple
of shots and then turned and walked toward me.  We smiled at each other,
the way women do when there are no men around, and nodded.  She continued
on past but a moment later I heard a soft voice say, "Excuse me...."

   I turned and saw the photographer standing a few feet away.  "I don't
want to bother you but I was wondering if you'd pose for me."

   She was blonde and pretty in a tomboyish way and she had a nice smile.
After a moment's hesitation I nodded and said, "Okay.  But you'll have to
tell me what to do.  I've never modeled."

   She grinned.  "No problem.  Let's go over by the greenhouse." We walked
across the park to the greenhouse, chatting companionably.  Her name was
Louise and she told me she was new to the area, just out of grad school,
and working at a local TV station.

   When we reached the greenhouse I posed in the outside garden.  Then we
went inside for a few shots.  It was extremely hot and I began perspiring
heavily.  She wouldn't let me wipe it away because she said my skin gleamed
nicely when covered with sweat.  She told me I was pretty and a natural
model.  She said I had beautiful legs and a nice figure.  She flattered me
shamelessly and I loved it!

   She posed me outside, under a tree, holding a tree limb a couple of feet
over my head.  My top rode up, exposing my bra.  She frowned.  She coaxed
me into taking my bra off.  She said I looked very sexy with the lower
curves of my breasts visible.  She told me to hold the pose and she came
over and unbuttoned my shorts, undoing the zipper just a little, showing
more of my lower belly.  "Very sexy," she said.

   She had me hold the pose again, both hands firmly gripping the branch.
She came over and eased the zipper down a little further.  She told me I
was beautiful, staring right into my eyes as she spoke.  She put her hand
on my belly for a moment.  I told myself I wasn't getting aroused.  I was
lying.

   We were at the edge of small but very dense grove of trees that mark the
western boundary of the park.  We went a little deeper into the grove. 
There was nobody around.  It was too early and too hot for most people to
be out.  I let her talk me into taking my top off.  Within a couple of
minutes I was posing nude.  She shot another full roll of film, her last.
When it was done she walked over and said, "You're a fantastic model.  Will
you come back and pose in my studio?" As she spoke, she put her hand on the
back of my neck and rubbed gently.  I was still nude, my clothes on the
ground nearby.

   She put her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "I want you."

   She was still rubbing my neck, something that has always aroused me.  It
was an effort to turn my head and speak.  "I'm not a lesbian."

   She grinned and tightened her grip on the back of my neck and began
rubbing my belly with her left hand.  "I am.  Come back to my place and
pose for me."

   I moaned softly as her hand made wider circles on my belly.  "I thought
you wanted me ...."

   Her hand dipped between my legs.  "I do.  I'm just not sure which I want
more - sex or pictures.  You're so damn sexy!"

   I thrust forward with my hips, pushing myself against her hand.  I was
very wet and her middle finger slid into me without meeting the slightest
resistance!  I closed my eyes and whimpered with pleasure as her finger
explored my wet cunt.  "Do whatever you want.  Just let me come!"

   She masturbated me for a minute or two and then stopped!  I moaned and
begged her to continue.  She refused.  She made me get dressed and then we
walked back across the park to the parking lot.  She was driving a new Land
Rover, the first hint I had that she wasn't hurting for money.  She ushered
me into the passenger seat and stroked my thigh while I fastened my seat
belt.

   She lived over in the Cedar Hill section of town, an area of older homes
that was becoming fashionable again.  Young married couples with money were
buying the homes and fixing them up.  Her place was a fairly modest
Victorian on a two-acre lot.  The land was worth much more than the house.
The house was a shambles.  She was remodeling it herself, not to save
money, but because she just wanted to do it, to have the house be truly
hers.

   She had a studio set up in a large room over the three-car detached
garage.  The garage was completely renovated.  There was a workshop where
you'd normally park.  Upstairs was one big room with the exception of a
small bathroom in one corner.  It was a combination studio, exercise room,
and bedroom.  She had a sleeping bag in the corner near the bathroom.

   She unlocked the door and stepped aside so I could enter first.  "Take
your clothes off, please, and I'll show you around." I dropped my clothes
just inside the door and followed her around the room.  "I'd turn on the
air-conditioning but I want you to sweat.  Please, get on the stationary
bike and ride it as hard as you can."

   I mounted the bike and began to pedal.  Being nude on the bike was
arousing.  As was the way the seat rubbed against my vulva.  Louise began
to shot, alternating between a 35mm Nikon and a Sony digital camera.  She
encouraged me with soft words, crooned in a honeyed voice.  She told me
that if I were a good girl she'd fuck my brains out when we were done
working.

   I had an orgasm on the bike and she caught a good shot of my face as I
came!  She drew my hands behind my back and cuffed them with soft leather
restraints.  She made me pedal harder.  The sweat poured off my body, my
hair was plastered to my head, and I grew aroused again.  I had a second
orgasm and she let me stop and rest.  She removed the leather cuffs and put
a collar around my neck.  She had me pose on my hands and knees, like a
cat. Had me move around the room on my hands and knees while she continued
to shoot.

   She snapped a leash onto the collar and shot another roll of film. 
Between shots I drank bottled water to keep from getting dehydrated.  After
a few minutes she found a bowl somewhere and filled it with water. 
"Drink."

   I glanced at her for a moment before lowering my head to lap water from
the bowl.  I heard her shutter clicking like a machine gun.  We worked
steadily and it was suddenly past three p.m.  The light was no longer
suitable, according to Louise, and I realized I was starved.  She took a
quick shower and changed.  Then she took me to my place and I showered and
changed into a sundress and sandals so she could take me out to eat.

   She came into my bedroom as I was stepping into a pair of thong panties
and said, "No underwear.  Just put your dress on and we'll get going." My
dress was a few years old, shorter than I would have bought then, and it
showed a lot of leg.  I felt very sexy.  Part of it was being nude under
the dress.  Part of it was the way Louise looked at me.

   She took me to a nice place over by the lake.  We talked before, during,
and after dinner.  I told her about my situation.  Everything about my
situation.  She listened quietly and when I was done she said, "I want you
to move in with me.  I want you to pose for me every day.  I'll pay you
well, including benefits." She was, as I quickly realized, a woman who
didn't agonize over decisions.

   I glanced away and then back, locking her eyes with mine.  "And what
about sex?"

   She grinned and patted my hand.  "Don't worry about sex.  I'll keep you
satisfied!"

   I blushed.  "That's *not* what I meant!"

   She nodded, still smiling.  "I know but I couldn't resist." She paused
for a sip of wine.  "I want you in my bed.  Actually, in my sleeping bag.
But I want you more as a model so if you don't want to share my bed I'll
respect your wishes.  But my offer still stands.  I'll take care of you
until the baby arrives and you're back on your feet again."

   So I moved in with her.  I slept in a separate sleeping bag for three
days while I tested her resolve.  She worked nights, from 3 p.m.  'till
midnight, and spent her days photographing me.  I spent most of my days
nude and I loved it.  Modeling was fun and the results were spectacular! 
She was very excited and couldn't wait to show the prints to her agent.

   On our fourth day together I zipped the sleeping bags together and
pretended to be asleep when she got home shortly after 12:30.  I was, of
course, naked.  She crawled in with me and promptly fell asleep!  I lay
there, seething with frustration, for nearly an hour before I was able to
fall asleep.

   She woke me the next morning by rubbing my belly.  When she saw that I
was awake she leaned and kissed me softly, her lips barely brushing mine.
"Roll over on your belly and clasp your hands behind your neck." I obeyed
without hesitation.  "Draw your knees up under you." Again, I obeyed
without hesitation.  My head and shoulders were on the floor and my butt
was raised to the right level.  She eased a big, handheld dildo into my
pussy while I whimpered with pleasure.  She fucked me gently until I was
fully lubricated.  Then she fucked me harder and deeper while I moaned and
whimpered.  My submissive position was most exciting!

   I screamed with pleasure when I came!  She leaned close and whispered,
"Don't move." Then she began to stroke my back, buttocks, and thighs until
I was aroused once again.  This time she used her fingers and tongue to
bring me to orgasm.  There was no posing that day.  She was falling behind
on the house so we spent the day working after a quick trip to buy me some
work boots, gloves, and safety glasses, jeans, and a couple of denim
shirts.



   Months passed.  The baby was born but I never saw it.  I'd decided
adoption was the best course.  Louise took me home and let me mope around
for a few days.  Then she took charge and made me start working out.  When
I didn't perform up to her expectations she took a strap to me.  I spent
hours on the treadmill and the stationary bike and the rowing machine.  She
kept me nude and worked me hard.  We worked on the house, too, the only
time I was allowed to wear clothing.  Sex was forbidden to me but I had to
satisfy her with my fingers and tongue.  When I complained that it wasn't
fair she smiled and spanked me until I was sobbing and pleading for mercy.

   By the following July I was in the best shape of my life.  My body was
firm and taut.  I had a nice tan with no tan lines at all.  I was healthy
and vibrant, my eyes bright, my skin clear.  Then she gave me a choice. 
Actually, she gave me several choices.  I could find a job and leave.  I
could stay with her but as her slave.  Or she could find me a
master/mistress more to my liking.

   I had no intention of leaving her but I wanted to tease her.  "How would
you find me a more suitable master or mistress?"

   She shrugged.  If she was upset she hid it well.  "There are places I
could take you to show you off.  You're totally untrained, not really
suitable to be a slave, but you're very sexy and you have a fantastic body.
You'd go for a good price if I put you on the block."

   I shivered.  "Would you actually sell me?"

   She grinned.  "In an instant.  You'd look good on the block.  You'd be
nude and oiled, collared and cuffed, and you'd be forced to perform for the
buyers."

   "What do you mean by perform?" My voice quavered, betraying my anxiety.

   "You'd have to dance for them.  Suck cock.  Eat pussy.  Let a variety of
potential buyers fuck you.  They'd want to know how you take pain so they'd
whip you.  Maybe indulge in a little needle torture."

   "Needle torture?" My voice was a whisper.  I was terrified.

   "You know.  Acupuncture needles through your nipples and labia.  Maybe
through your clit or into the tender area around your anus.  Maybe some hot
needles.  I once saw a skewer pushed through a woman's tits."

   I dropped to my knees, sobbing in terror, and wrapped my arms around her
thighs.  "NO!  Please don't sell me!  Please!  I want to stay with you!"

   She ruffled my hair and said "Don't worry.  I have no intention of
giving you up.  You're mine!"

   That night, after dinner, I licked her feet in submission and accepted
her as my mistress, my owner.  She began training me the following day and
by my thirty-first birthday she'd turned me into a true slave.  A perfectly
trained slave.  She taught me to associate pain with pleasure by making
sure that each time she caused me pain she followed it with incredible
sexual pleasure.  I got sex without pain for several months but when I was
trained to expect sexual pleasure after pain the free sex stopped.  I
quickly learned, my body quickly learned, that there would be no sexual
pleasure without pain.

   So, inevitably, I began to crave pain in order to experience the
incredible sexual pleasure she was capable of giving me.  My 'final exam'
was when she handed me two acupuncture needles and told me to pin my
nipples to a cork tabletop.  I cried as I pushed the needles though my
nipples, deep into the cork.  We were in the back room of a lesbian bar
over in Centerville.  She slipped a vibrator into my cunt, another one into
my ass, and left me there on my knees.  She came back to check me every few
minutes.  After an hour she gave me permission to remove the needles but I
remained on my knees, vibrators in place, for another hour.

   She cured me of every last trace of modesty too.  It started when she
took me shopping at some of the local shops that cater to the bdsm/fetish
crowd.  At first I found it intensely embarrassing to be made to strip in
front of a salesclerk, male or female, some of them just teenagers.  But
frequent public spankings soon cured me.  Now, I could strip on a public
street and not feel the slightest embarrassment even with my nipples,
navel, labia, and clit pierced.

   She's mentioned crucifying me next Easter.  Not with spikes, of course.
But she'd make it as authentic as possible - crown of thorns (or barbed
wire), scourging, dragging a heavy cross up a hill.  Of course I'd be naked
the entire time.  I'm scared.  And excited.

   The End



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