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Subject: {ASSM} {"The Witness" part 05}Norm DePloom(MF+,nc,dom,slavery)
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Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events
is entirely coincidental.

The Witness
(Being part eight in a continuing story of non-
consensual sexual slavery)

By
Norm DePloom

"Get up dick-face," I said, as I picked up the rod
and gave the slave a sharp snap on the ass, "go into
the kitchen and bring us two beers."  The slave,
with the plastic dick still sticking straight out
from its mouth, climbed to its feet and stumbled
toward the kitchen.  It came back a minute later
carrying a bottle of beer in each hand.

"You didn't take the caps off, how are we supposed
to drink our beer if the bottles still have caps on
them?"  The slave looked back and forth from one
bottle to the other and made several false starts
trying to figure out how to get a grip on the twist
off cap of the bottle in one hand when she had
another bottle in the other hand.  Her drugged state
had obviously wiped out even the most rudimentary
ability of the slave to reason its way through the
problem.

"Go back into the kitchen," I spoke slowly, like I
was speaking to a child, "set the beer bottles down
on the counter, take the cap off of each bottle,
push both bottle caps up inside your cunt," Jasmine
giggled when I told the slave to put the caps into
its pussy, "then bring the opened bottles back here
to us."  My hand was resting between Jasmine's
thigh, and the slave seemed to be fascinated, almost
hypnotized, by the sight of my finger moving up and
down the folds of Jasmine's cunt.

"Go," I ordered, slashing her left breast with the
rod, hitting squarely across her twice pierced
nipple.  The slave winced in pain, then turned and
walked back toward the kitchen.

"Come on," I said to Jasmine as I took her hand and
pulled her to her feet as I stood up.  I put my
finger to my lips, indicating a desire for silence
as I tip-toed across the room to the door leading
into the kitchen.  We were like two kids, peeking
around the door frame to watch the slave as it
carefully removed the twist-off cap from each of the
bottles and, bending and spreading its knees to open
its pussy, pushed them deep inside its cunt.

"Fuck'em young, before they grow teeth," I
whispered.

"What?"  Jasmine chuckled softly.

"Just an old joke about a woman whose husband isn't
fucking her enough.  She started using a beer bottle
instead.  One afternoon she got a little too
vigorous fucking herself with the bottle and broke
the neck of it off inside her pussy.  Just then her
husband comes home drunk and horny.  He climbs on
top of her and starts to fuck without giving her a
chance to warn him.  The end of his dick gets cut by
the broken beer bottle and he ends up at the
emergency room.  The next day he's walking through
the park and sees a young couple kissing.

'That's right,' he yells at the man, 'fuck them
young, before they grow teeth.'  Stupid joke, but it
was considered very funny when I was in the seventh
grade."  Jasmine just shook her head.

Still acting like a couple of school kids we dashed
back to the couch and sat down before the slave came
back into the room.

"Oh," Jasmine said as the slave handed each of us a
beer, "I forgot to mention Yovavyo will be hear in a
few minutes."

"Yovavyo," I repeated the unusual name, "is that his
first name or his last name?"

"I have no idea," Jasmine replied after a moments
thought, "its the only name I've ever heard him
use."  The slave was standing in front of us, hands
down to its side, waiting with patience that only
the thoroughly drugged can posses.

"Don't just stand there," I said to the slave, "play
with yourself while we drink our beer."  The slave
looked at me with total confusion on her face.

"You know what 'play with yourself' means you stupid
cunt," I said with mock anger as I used the rod
across the side of its face, "now start playing with
yourself."  The slave spread its legs, then bent its
knees enough to open its crotch, then began to rub
its pussy with one hand while it played with its
pierced nipples with the other.

"I've never seen anything as stupid as this slave."

"Like I told you," Jasmine said as she slipped her
hand into crotch, "not good for anything but beating
and fucking.  And just barely smart enough for
that," Jasmine continued, "I'm surprised she, ah, it
can find its own cunt."  The slave's face was
turning bright red.  I'm not sure what bothered it
the most, playing with its cunt for our
entertainment, or listening to us discuss how dumb
it is.

"It can't even do a proper job of fucking itself,"
Jasmine added after drinking some of her beer.

"Well, don't forget, the stupid slut put bottle caps
up its pussy.  What kind of dumb cunt would do that
right before it starts playing with its pussy?"

"Maybe its cunt itches and its trying to scratch the
itch," Jasmine suggested.

"Take the bottle caps out of your cunt," I told the
slave.  We watched the slave, the plastic cock still
sticking out from its mouth, dig around inside its
pussy with its thumb and finger, trying to get a
hold of either one of the slimy bottle caps.
Jasmine and I both laughed at the gyrations the
slave went through before it finally got a firm
enough grasp on one of them to pull it out of its
body.  The slave held the bottle cap in its hand
like it was a prestigious award.

"Don't just stand there, dick-face, pull the other
one out too."  Being satiated, Jasmine and I were,
for the moment, willing to drink our beers and
entertain ourselves playing with the slave while we
gently touched each other and waited for Yovavyo to
show up.  The slave squatted and forced more and
more of its hand into its cunt, trying to get a grip
on the second bottle cap.

"Come here," I commanded after the slave had
retrieved the second cap, "squat."  I unhooked the
straps holding the plastic cock to the front of the
slave's mouth, then handed it the device.  "On your
hands and knees," I ordered, "facing away from us,
and fuck your ass with it."  While we watched, the
slave turned away from us then, supporting itself on
both knees and its left hand, twisted around and
pushed the head of the plastic dick against its
anus.  Jasmine seemed to enjoy the show, the deeper
the slave pushed the plastic cock into its ass the
more Jasmine massaged my cock and balls. I must
admit that my fingering of Jasmine's pussy became
more intense as the slave's anal sphincter stretched
around the head of the plastic cock.

The look of determination and concentration on the
drugged slave's face was almost comical as it pushed
the appliance deeper into its ass.

"All the way," Jasmine reminded the slave, her voice
not much more than a husky whisper, "push it all the
way in."  The slave smiled triumphantly when the
plastic dick reached maximum penetration in its ass.

"That's very good," the slave appeared to wiggle
with delight from my compliment, "now, real slow so
we can watch, fuck it in and out of your ass until
you make yourself cum."  I tell you, I was out of
control, my cock was red and tender from all the
fucking I'd been doing but I was still having my
slave fuck itself while Jasmine and I played with
each other.  Despite my condition, my dick hardened
again as I watched the full length of the plastic
dick moving slowly in and out of my slave's well-
fucked ass.  Without releasing her grip on my cock,
Jasmine slipped off the couch onto her knees and,
lowering her head into my lap, gently took me into
her warm mouth.  With extreme tenderness, Jasmine
soothingly licked my cock and balls; carefully
removing all of the accumulated cum and pussy
secretions.  Extending her tongue Jasmine cleaned
the crease where my upper thighs and scrotum met.
While I laid back and stretched out my legs,
luxerating in the finest tongue-bath my crotch had
ever received, I couldn't help thinking about how
lucky I was to have one fine young Asian cunt as my
unwilling sex slave, and another one who seemed to
be genuinely pleased, even eager, to submit to my
sexual whims.

Once she was satisfied that she had completely
cleaned me, Jasmine held my dick in her warm, moist,
mouth and flicked just the tip of her tongue up and
down over that small v shaped notch where the head
of my cock joined the shaft.  With gentleness, and
patients, Jasmine drove me relentlessly towards
another orgasm.  Without once varying the rhythm, or
speed of her tongue, without ever changing the
position of her mouth or body, Jasmine slowly but
surely coaxed another orgasm from my body.

After my cock jerked and twitched more forcefully
than it had anytime in the last twenty-four hours,
and deposited the last couple of drops of cum my
body could muster in her mouth, Jasmine released me
and, remaining on the floor, turned so she could
watch the slave fucking itself while she leaned up
against my legs.

I was exhausted.  I never would have guessed how
much energy it required to own a slave.  For the
moment I was satisfied to watch my slave fuck its
ass with the plastic cock while Jasmine, still
reclining against my knees, spread her legs and
worked her clitoris and cunt with both hands.

"Fuck yourself harder, you stupid, fucking,
worthless whore."  Jasmine began yelling abusively
at the slave as she neared her orgasm.  "Harder,
damn it, fuck yourself harder."  The slave's arm
muscles must have been burning, and feeling like
rubber, but it followed the orders and slammed the
plastic cock in and out of its ass with renewed
vigor.  I had told the slave to make itself cum but
it had shown no indication of having the orgasm I'd
commanded, until Jasmine began her verbal abuse.

"Dirty, fucking, whore, I wouldn't fuck your cunt
with my worst enemies' dick."  To my amazement, both
Jasmine and the slave neared orgasm as Jasmine
continued to heap abuse on the slave

"Your cunt is so fowl I could smell it as soon as I
stepped out of my care.  This whole neighborhood
reeks of your cunt odor."  Jasmine and the slave
moaned in mutual orgasm.  As her muscles relaxed,
Jasmine leaned more heavily on my legs.  The slave
slumped until its head and chest were resting on the
floor, but never stopped moving the plastic cock in
and out of its up thrust ass.  The three of us
stayed in this position until the doorbell rang.

"Hold that dick in your ass," I instructed the
slave, "while you answer the door."  The slave
looked confused but, holding the plastic cock all
the way up its ass, it climbed to its feet and,
hunched over, with its fanny thrust out behind it,
walked, slightly bowlegged, towards the front door.

I'm going to skip a period of time in my narrative.
During that time Yovavyo worked on my slave a couple
of times a week, I always insured that the slave was
drugged and docile on the days he was to work.
Other days I, and Jasmine, enjoyed the looks of
confusion and fear that crossed over the slave's
face when the scopolamine wore off and we allowed it
to see itself in the mirror adorned with tattoos it
had no memory of receiving.

In between sessions with Yovavyo, Jasmine and I
liked to keep our slave undrugged.  It added
immensely to our enjoyment to have the slave fully
conscious while we whipped, fucked, and generally
abused it for our own pleasure.  Jasmine had come
over to visit that day, and never left.  She quit
her job at the retail store, but continued to do
piercing; Many times working with and through
Yovavyo to get customers.

When Yovavyo was finally finished, he had turned my
slave into a work of art.  While Jasmine was out
seeing a client, I tied my undrugged slave spread-
eagle in the doorway between the living and dinning
rooms.  My heart was pounding, and my cock was
throbbing, I was almost as excited as I had been the
first time I had tied my slave in this doorway.

Standing in front of my slave, I slowly removed my
clothing.  I wanted the intimacy of being alone and
naked with my slave.  I walked slowly around the
slave, taking in the artwork as a whole.  I had
witnessed virtually every needle stroke as the
tattooing was being done, but to look at it as a
uniform whole made an impact.

The slave hung from its arms, its head down, and its
tearful eyes starring at the floor.  The slave's
usual morning humiliation routine had been taken a
step further today.  Every morning, at least every
morning the slave was not drugged, started with the
slave kneeling in the bathtub while Jasmine and I
emptied our bladders onto her, drenching her from
head to foot with our hot urine.  As I've said
before I personally did not get any particular
sexual thrill from pissing on the slave, but it was
a useful daily reminder to the slave exactly what
her position in the world was.  We'd leave the slave
kneeling in the tub, our urine drying on its skin
and long, thick black hair while we ate a leisurely
breakfast.  After eating, Jasmine would shower the
slave then present her to me for my first morning's
pleasure.

This morning I had Jasmine urinate on the slave,
then ordered her to kneel in the tub beside the
piss-soaked Hmong teenager.  Jasmine looked startled
at first, then composed her face and obediently did
as she was instructed.  Once Jasmine was kneeling in
the tub, I urinated on both of them, then left them
kneeling side by side as I ate breakfast alone.

After eating I went back into the bathroom and hosed
them both off with the hand-held shower head.  While
they still knelt in the tub, I got out the electric
clippers and removed the hair from their heads.
Jasmine's hair had been almost as long and luxuriant
as the slave's.  The slave wept inconsolably as its
long black hair fell to the bottom of the tub.  A
single tear rolled down Jasmine's cheek as I removed
her hair.  After returning the clippers to the
drawer, I got out the razor and shaved Jasmine from
head to foot, removing every hair from her body,
including her eyebrows.

"Shave the slave just as thoroughly," I told
Jasmine, handing her the razor, "wash each other,
then present yourselves to me in the front room."
Jasmine took the razor and I left the room.  I
removed my shorts and sat on the couch to wait in
eager hardness for my two cunts to join me.  When
they arrived Jasmine and the slave looked, if you
ignored variations in tattoos and piercings, to be
almost identical.  I pulled Jasmine down onto her
hands and knees and pushed my hard dick between her
lips.  She eagerly tongued my cock as I fucked it
deep into her throat.

"On your knees," I ordered the slave, while my hands
explored the erotic smoothness of Jasmine's shaved
head, "tongue fuck your mistress' ass hole."  The
slave leaned forward, spread Jasmine's butt cheeks
and began to work the tip of her tongue into
Jasmine's ass.  I felt, more than heard, Jasmine's
moan of pleasure as the wet, wiggling tongue pushed
into her anus.  I couldn't stop running my hands
over her shaved scalp while I fucked my cock deeper
and deeper into her throat.  The sight of my equally
hairless slave crouched over to tongue Jasmine's ass
added to my erotic thrill.  After holding myself
deep inside Jasmine's throat while my cock pumped
cum into her, Jasmine lowered her face to the ground
and, with the slave's tongue still slithering in and
out of her ass, kissed the tops of my feet.

"Thank you Master," she said after each kiss, "thank
you Master."  After kissing my feet and thanking me,
Jasmine laid her head in my lap and thrust her ass
back onto the slave's fucking tongue while I
continued to caress her smooth head.

"Make yourself cum," I whispered to Jasmine, "make
yourself cum hard."  Resting her head on my knees,
Jasmine reached down between her legs and pulled on,
pinched, and twisted her pierced clitoris until her
sphincter muscle clamped down on the slave's tongue
while Jasmine orgasmed with loud moans.

"Fuck my ass, whore," Jasmine yelled at the slave,
"fuck my ass with your tongue."  Jasmine's face
looked like she was in horrendous pain, only my
knowledge of what the slave was doing to her, and
what she was doing to herself told me that it was
ultimate pleasure and not pain that caused her
expression.

"Fuck me harder," Jasmine yelled at the slave,
looking back over her shoulder, "deeper, bitch, or
I'll beat you to death."  Arching her back so far
I'm sure it would have hurt if she hadn't been in
the middle of le mort petite, Jasmine closed her
eyes and howled with incoherent, orgasmic, ecstasy
while she seemed to be determined to rip her
clitoris from her body.

"Thank you master," Jasmine whispered, laying her
head on my lap, as her body relaxed after her
orgasm, "thank you."

Now I was alone again with my totally nude slave.
Stripped not just of clothes, but also of every hair
on its body, the slave had never been this naked
before in its life.  I walked around the slave,
admiring the over-all pattern.

"Magnificent work," I said out loud.  Yovavyo had
turned the slave's cunt into a rose garden.  I knelt
down and admired the rose leaves that seemed to be
growing from the slave's pussy, a thick growth of
leaves that gave a whole new meaning to a woman's
'bush'.  I pulled the slave cunt opened so I could
admire the way the leaves extended over the outer
and inner cunt lips and into the inner surface of
the cunt itself.  As I marveled at Yovavyo's
detailed work, I remembered the pain and agony the
slave had suffered as the needles worked ink into
its most sensitive flesh.   Four rose canes grew
from the thick 'growth' of leaves surrounding the
slave's pussy, each cane was shaded and detailed
with thorns, leaves and rose buds.

I traced the first cane with my finger.  It grew
directly over the slave's clitoris (another
interesting and memorable tattooing session), then
extended upward to the slaves navel.  Surrounding
the navel Yovavyo had placed a fully blooming red
rose.  Each petal was tipped and variegated with
white. The color and detail of the inner petals
extended down into the navel.  Pausing at this first
flower to explore the depths of the slave's navel
and trace the outlines of the rose petals with my
tongue.  I could hear soft moans coming from the
slave as I moved on.

Above the 'belly button rose' the cane split in two.
Each of the canes curved gracefully up the slave's
body and arced up the side of each breast to rose
blooms centered on each nipple.  These were fully-
opened rose blossoms, each one covering two thirds
of the slave's breast.  I pinched the slave's
pierced nipples, enjoying the feel of them as they
hardened in my fingers, then bent over and sucked
first one, then the other, of the slave's nipples.
The slave moaned more loudly.  It no longer hung
limply by its wrists, but had grasped the chains to
support itself and was thrusting its rose-decorated
breast against my mouth.

The canes continued down the top of each breast,
curving into the slaves armpits where two more
blooms were placed.  Holding the slave's hot, naked
body close to mine with one hand on each side of its
waist, I used my tongue to trace the cane up from
its left breast to its armpit.  I could feel the
slave's body shiver and tremble against mine as I
licked and kissed the rose in the slave's armpit,
tracing each beautifully rendered petal.  I retraced
the rose cane back to the slave's breasts, then up
to its other armpit.  The slight musk smell and
flavor of the slave's armpits made my already
eagerly hard cock jerk and throb in anticipation.

 From one detailed and beautiful rose to the next the
canes were lush with leaves, thorns and buds; here
and there a tiny lady bug crawled along the canes.
 From the arm pits the canes grew down and around the
slave's upper arms.  I slowly moved my tongue and
lips up each arm, following each cane in turn to the
next pair of roses inside the slave's elbows.

 From the elbows the canes continued along the arms
and terminated with rose blossoms on the back of
each of the slave's hands.  Each of these canes I
traced with my finger tips while I kissed and licked
the flowers in the slave's elbows.  The slave moaned
loudly and continuously, thrusting its naked body
against mine, non-verbally begging me to fuck it.

Running my hands back down the slave's arms,
armpits, breasts, and belly, I slowly returned to
the center of my rose garden, the slave's very wet
cunt.  The rose leaves growing from its pussy now
appeared to glisten with dew as vaginal secretions
oozed from the slave's cunt.  The sides and the back
of the slave's crotch held three overlapping blooms.
The slave lifted itself as high as it could and
spread its knees as wide as it could manage while I
moved my mouth over the roses tattooed on each of
the slaves inner thighs.  The petals of the blooms
overlapped the leaves growing from the slave's cunt.

The slight musk I'd tasted and smelled in the
slave's armpits was only a foretaste of the heady
smell and taste of the sexually stimulated slave
cunt.  For the time being I avoided the slave's
pussy with my tongue, concentrating instead on the
two inner thigh blossoms.  While I used my tongue to
clean the slave's pussy ooze from its inner thighs I
followed the canes down the slave's trembling thighs
with my fingers.  The canes curled around to another
set of blossoms nestled on the back of the slave's
knees, then continued to a final set of small
blossoms on the tops of the slave's feet.  The
slave's entire body undulated with an exaggerated
fucking motion as I stood up and moved around behind
it.

The slave arched its back, thrusting its fanny
toward me.  The slave was obviously hoping to entice
me into fucking my favorite orifice and, in the
process, satisfying the slave's desperate need to be
penetrated.  I pulled the slave's fanny apart and
admired the best of Yovavyo's artistry.  The blossom
centered on the slave's ass hole was the largest and
most detailed bloom on the slave's body.  It
extended from the slave's anal orifice to the
slave's drooling pussy.  It overlapped the leaves
growing from the slave's cunt and the blossoms
ordaining the slave's inner thighs.  At my request
Yovavyo had lavished all his talent on this
magnificent rose.  It was depicted fully open with
layer after layer of deep red petals all centered on
the slave's anus.  Every time I bent the slave over
to use its ass, it looked like my cock was fucking
right through a beautiful rose.  The slave moaned
desperately, and thrust itself back against my hand,
as I penetrated the center of the flower with my
finger.

Above the ass-rose the cane split in two, just like
it did in the front, and, covered with thorns,
leaves, buds, and the occasional lady bug, curved up
each side of the slave's back to the roses centered
on the slave's shoulder blades.  From these blossoms
the canes moved up onto the slave's neck, to a final
set of small roses, each located on the slave's
neck, just below the slave's ears.  I pushed a
second finger through the slave's ass-rose while I
traced the blossoms on its neck with my tongue.  The
slave fucked its ass on my fingers with chain
rattling enthusiasm.

Having completed my homage to Yovavyo's artwork, I
let my fingers slip from the slave's ass and,
ignoring its frustrated whimpers of disappointment,
picked up the rod and moved back around to face my
naked, bound, pierced, and tattooed slave.  They
slave's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and
anticipation, by this time the slave had learned the
paradoxical truth that the more intense the
whipping, the more intense the orgasm.

As I flexed the limber rod, in preparation for my
first strike, my rock hard cock throbbed and pulsed
in anticipation of the whipping and the fucking.

-- 
Norm DePloom

"If it were done when 'tis done,
then 'twere well It were done quickly"-
Macbeth

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