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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: The Girl Next Door
Part:
Summary: Dave kidnaps the teenaged girl who lives next 
door and makes her his sex slave.
Keywords: Mf, nc, oral, anal, puppy training

Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with underage 
children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it.

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Copyright (C) 2001 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStories 
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'dot' with the appropriate symbols.)

All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.
 
The Girl Next Door
By
Norm DePloom
 
Dave made his plans with meticulous care.  He executed them with dedicated
thoroughness.  The object of his obsessions was fourteen years old when he
started the project.  She was now sixteen and 'ripe for the picking'.  Dave
spent the evening reviewing everything to make sure nothing had been
missed.

   It started two years ago when the Simpson family moved in next door. 
When Dave first set his eyes on their daughter, Marsha, he knew he would do
anything to poses her.  Marsha had flawless dark chocolate skin, and had
developed a pair of breasts that would make any red blooded male drool.  He
could just imagine what her areolas and nipples looked like under her thin
T-shirts.  Her wide thick lipped mouth was just made for sucking cocks.

   He had looked over his house with an eye to create a 'slave cell'.  Yes,
he decided, a couple of feet off the back of the master closet, a foot off
the hall closet and the shower in the master bath, and he would have a
three by six room.  Just enough room to strap her down on a mattress when
she wasn't being used.  The 'missing' space would not be detected by anyone
searching the house.

   He brought in the supplies a few at a time so no one would notice.  He
did all the work himself.  His biggest problem was the door.  How would he
get access to the 'storage room'?  He wanted access through the master
closet, then it would be the easiest to take her out when he wanted to play
with her in the bedroom.  The door had to be undetectable.  He built a set
of shelves on the back wall of the closet.  The bottom half of the shelving
could, when the hidden latches were released, be pulled strait out and
moved to the side.  This created an opening that would allow Dave to bend
over and step into the 'storage room'.

   He soundproofed and padded the floor, walls and ceiling.  He tested the
soundproofing by putting his stereo in the room and closing the door.  He
kept improving the soundproofing until he could not here the stereo playing
at full volume while standing just outside the hidden door in the master
closet.  He wanted the room sound proofed for two reasons.  First of course
to keep anyone visiting in the house from hearing any noise Marsha might
make, second to keep Marsha from hearing when people were in the house. 
She was to have no clue when it might be advantageous to make noise. 
Besides Dave hoped that total darkness and aching silence in the room would
work on her mind and make her more compliant when she was allowed out.

   When the house was ready Dave began planning her 'capture'.  Ten feet
from the side door of his connected garage to the wood fence separating
their yards.  Fifteen feet at an angle across their side yard to the window
of her bedroom.  Lights normally left on in both side yards, but solid wood
gates to help hide his movements from the street.  Dave loosened three
boards in the fence and explored their back yard when they were gone.  A
piece of luck, no extra security locks on her bedroom window, and her bed
was not up against the wall under the window.

   Dave practiced on his own windows until he could open one in ten seconds
making no noise.  Then he slipped into their yard again when they were gone
and practiced on her window.  He went inside her bedroom several times
while they were gone.  He looked around being careful not to move anything.
Except for the pair of panties he picked up from her floor and stuck in his
pocket after inhaling the odor of her crotch deeply into his lungs.  His
only remaining problem was how to subdue her silently.

   He had of course heard of chloroform and assumed that to be the
substance he needed to do the job.  A quick tour of web sights gave him
information about different chloroform compounds, how to use them, and
where to get them.  He was ready to go.

   The review of his "ready to go" status complete, Dave waited patiently
for his neighbors to go to sleep.  At 1:00 o'clock AM Dave donned his
'working' cloths.  Black rubber soled shoes, black socks, black pants,
black long sleeve T-shirt, black gloves and a black ski mask.  He slipped
silently out the side door of his garage and moved to the fence.  He
quickly worked the nails from the three boards and set the boards to the
side.  Moving through the fence he stole to the shadow just outside
Marsha's bedroom window.

   He silently opened the window and gently moved the curtain aside to scan
the inside of the room with his low light lenses.  Marsha was asleep on her
bed wearing a T-shirt and white panties.  She had apparently thrown the
covers off and her shapely young legs were exposed to his view.  He took
the low light lenses off and went into action.  He was in the window and
across the room with the chloroformed rag over her face before she was
aware that anything was happening.  She struggled for only ten or fifteen
seconds before she succumbed to the effects of the chloroform and her body
went limp.  He quickly stripped her T-shirt and panties off and left them
on her bed.  He picked up her nude body and moved back to the window.

   Everything had gone perfectly up to this point.  Now Dave discovered
that he had not fully appreciated the difficulties in transporting a limp
human body.  He had lifted weights, and could easily lift and move her, but
when it came to putting her through the window brute strength would not
suffice.  Her body flopped around and he almost knocked a lamp off the
dresser.  He sat her down on the floor and leaned her up against the wall.
He considered taking her through the house and out the side door, then
rejected that idea.  He did not know enough about the layout of the rest of
the house.

   Finally he picked her up again and lifted her head and shoulders through
the window.  He let her rest with her head, arms and tits hanging out the
window while he maneuvered himself through the window on top of her.  From
the outside he worked her limp form out the window and onto the ground.  By
the time he finished his arms were aching from holding up her weight above
his head.  He quickly wiped the window ledge to remove any signs of their
passing, then restored the curtain and window to their closed positions.

   Dave picked up the naked body and moved it to the fence.  Getting her
through the fence was much easier than the window had been.  He laid her
down again on the cement sidewalk running along his garage and quickly put
the boards back into the fence.  He pushed the nails back into place and
made sure that there were no signs of them having been disturbed.

   When Dave turned to pickup his nude prize and carry her into the house
he saw that, despite the chloroform, her body was reacting to the chilly
air and her nipples were hard and crinkled.  Dave could not resist the
temptation.  He stripped off his black leather gloves and placed his hands
on her firm young breasts.  He gently rubbed her large hard nipples between
his forefingers and thumbs.  She moaned softly and Dave forced himself to
stop.  He picked her up and carried her through the garage door, closing
and locking it behind him.  Without putting her down he carried her through
the garage and into the house.  Then, after closing and locking the door
from the garage into the house, he carried her through the house and into
his bedroom.

   Laying the limp nude body on the bed Dave quickly affixed a blindfold
and a gag.  He tied her hands to each side of the headboard then pulled
each leg up and to the side securing it with straps already in place and
waiting.  When he was done the young nude girl was bound with her legs up
and spread opening her most secret place for Dave's enjoyment.  He stripped
off his own clothes and, leaving the young beauty on his bed, took them out
to his garage and put them in the cloths washer.  He started the wash and
hurried back to his bedroom his hard cock bouncing gently in front of him
as he walked.

   Marsha was moaning when he entered the room.  Dave pulled up a chair and
sat down to watch her.  He had decided not to touch her until she had
completely recovered from the chloroform.  As she regained consciousness
she moaned louder and pulled at the restraints.  Then she realized that she
was not in the middle of a bad dream, but really was tied up on some ones
bed and panic set in.  She tried to scream through the gag and pulled
harder on the straps holding her down.  The frantic screaming and jerking
reached a peak then slowly calmed down.  She lay still for a minute before
it became obvious that she was sobbing.

   Dave reached out and touched her stomach with tip of his forefinger. 
Her stomach muscles spasmed trying to pull away from him.  He waited for
her to calm down then touched her again.  She reacted less violently to
this second touch.  He spiraled his finger around her navel in ever
widening circles.  When his finger hit the base of her left breast he
allowed it to spiral up the breast to her large nipple.  The nipple reacted
and hardened.  He spiraled his finger back down her left breast then up her
right breast to her other large nipple.

   Marsha continued to pull at her restraints but much of her former energy
had been dissipated.  Dave continued to run the tip of his forefinger over
her lovely brown skin covering her face, arms, stomach, her breasts and
nipples again, her thighs and calves, her feet and her toes.  Her nipples
stayed hard and, although he had not touched it yet, her cunt glistened
with lubrication.  Dave found spots on her body that were ticklish, spots
that caused her to pull at the restraints and parts that caused her to moan
through her sobs.

   Dave's wondering finger finally moved down the inside of her right thigh
and delicately parted the lips of her most private part slipping past the
folds until the first joint was enveloped in her womanly warmness.  He
gently moved the tip of his finger up through the wet fleshy folds until it
rested on her clitoris.  He flicked his fingertip back and forth over this
erotic bundle of nerves.  Her straining against the restraints became a
struggle to push herself more firmly against the offending fingertip.

   Her clitoris became engorged as he flicked it back and forth.  Her hips
jerked in time with his flicking.  She strained to tilt her pelvis up to
give him more access to her swollen sex button.  He moved his finger back
down and sank it completely past the wet folds of flesh and into the
rapidly increasing heat of her pussy.  As his finger sank entirely into her
he pushed his thumb in small circles over her swollen clitoris.

   As he worked the finger slowly in and out of her hot wet hole and
massaged her tender clitoris with his thumb Dave stroked his hard cock with
his left hand.  Dave wanted to relieve some of his pint up sexual energy so
his first fuck would not be over too fast.  A couple of dozen strokes and
he shot his first load onto her lovely brown skinned breasts.  While he
continued fucking his finger in and out of her hot wet cunt he rubbed the
cum into her breasts and felt her nipples harden under his palms.  He
scooped up a gob from the side of her breast and rubbed it on her upper lip
and up into her nose.  He wanted her to start getting used to the smell.

   Dave pulled his finger from the confines of her hot wet pussy and
climbed onto the bed.  He knelt at the foot of the bed and bowed like he
was worshiping at the altar of some exotic and erotic sex goddess.  He
extended his tongue and ran its tip up and down the fleshy folds that had
moments before housed his invading finger.

   He moved his tongue in and erotic circuit up and down the folds of her
wet pussy then around her clitoris ending by flicking it across the top of
that sensitive bud before running it back down into the inviting wet folds
of hot flesh.  He repeated this over and over until she was again humping
her hips trying to push herself onto his teasing tongue.  All the while he
massaged and caressed her inner thighs with both hands.

   He licked her through one orgasm and began to build her excitement for a
second one.  Then he varied the pattern and instead of working his way back
up to the clitoris, he licked his way down across the flesh that separates
a woman's fleshy wet pussy from her crinkled rosebud like rear entry.  Like
her nipples, the sphincter guarding her tight unused anus was a darker
brown than the chocolate color covering the rest of her firm young body.

   Pulling her buttocks further apart with both hands Dave teased the dark
brown crinkled opening with the tip of his tongue.  Marsha's body jerked
with this unexpected attention being paid to that portion of her anatomy by
the snake like flicking of Dave's practiced tongue.  Her face burned with
unexpected embarrassment at the thought of some ones tongue licking her on
this second most private part.

   Her embarrassment turned to excitement when new feelings swept through
her body as his tongue worked its way past her relaxing muscle and into the
depths of her tender rear hole.  Never in all the times she laid in bed at
night and rubbed her sensitive 'joy button' did she ever think about
putting anything where the invading tongue was now generating such
wonderful feelings.

   Dave worked his tongue in and out of her tender young asshole for about
five minutes then licked his way back up through the warm wet fleshy folds
of her pussy to the engorged nub of flesh peaking out at its apex.  He
sucked her clitoris into his mouth and flicked the tip of his tongue back
and forth over it in earnest.  At the same time he dipped his finger into
her wetness for lubrication then worked it into the crinkled brown opening
so recently abandoned by his tongue.  As Marsha reached another orgasmic
peak her sphincter relaxed and allowed Dave's finger complete entry into
her tight hole.

   He fucked his finger in and out of her tiny brown asshole as he flicked
his tongue with ever-greater fervor over the swollen clitoris, driving
Marsha to higher and higher planes of orgasmic pleasure.  He decided it was
time to 'consummate' their relationship and, pulling his finger from her
delicious rear hole, licked his way from her abused clitoris up over her
stomach, stopping only for a quick insertion into her navel.

   He moved his tongue over her brown skin from her navel to first her
right then her left nipples, pausing to suck long and hard on each one. 
Sucking and then gently nibbling and chewing on the erect nipples.  When
both nipples were standing at attention he tongued his way up her neck and
delved into her left ear just as the head of his large hard cock touched
the soft silky folds of her waiting pussy.

   "At last, I get to fuck my new toy," Dave sighed contentedly in Marsha's
ear as her pussy lips slowly separated allowing his cockhead to enter his
victim's cunt.  Marsha bucked against her restraints trying to throw Dave
off.  Muffled screaming could be heard through the air hole in her ball
gag. The jerking only lasted for a minute before Marsha was worn out.

   "What a ride," Dave spoke into her ear, "now I will show you exactly
what power I have over my little fuck slave." Dave placed his hand over the
air hole in the gag, and pinched her nostrils closed.  As her oxygen supply
diminished Marsha panicked; she thrashed her head back and forth trying to
dislodge his hand form her face.  At the same time she pulled against the
restraints in another attempt to throw off her tormentor.  Dave held on to
her mouth and nose and put his full weight behind his cock keeping it
planted deep in her convulsing body.  Finally, when she was on the verge of
passing out, Dave lifted his hand from her face and let Marsha suck in two
or three deep breaths.  He then clamped his hand down over her mouth and
nose again repeating the whole process.

   The way her cunt grabbed and massaged his hard dick when she was
flailing around under him trying to avoid suffocation felt like nothing
Dave had ever experienced before.  He let her catch her breath, then put
her through three more cycles of near suffocation before he finally
relented and let her breath without interruption.

   "Damn that's one hell of a good fuck.  But I don't want to wear you out
in one night." He rested for a few minutes, lying on top of her with his
still hard cock buried to the hilt in her tight young pussy.

   "You almost made me cum that last time." Dave plunged his tongue into
her ear and gently pumped his cock in and out of her tight wet cunt.  As he
fucked he moved his mouth down and sucked and chewed on her neck,
determined to leave a hickey that would show even on her dark chocolate
skin.  As his orgasm approached Dave warped one arm around her waist, and
the other around her neck.  Holding her naked body tight against his he
fucked his long hard cock in and out of her wet hole like a lust possessed
demon.  He slipped one hand down onto her buttock and roughly kneaded her
firm young flesh.  He slipped his other hand up to the back of her head and
grabbed a hand full of her kinky black hair.  As he pumped his last strokes
deeply into her cunt he bent her head back and after shouting, "OH MY GOD
WHAT A GREAT FUCKING CUNT!" Bit into her neck like a ravenous vampire.

   Slamming his pelvis against hers for one final time he pushed his cock
into her until their pubic bones ground against each other.  Marsha felt
like she was going to be twisted and broken in half as her torturer's body
jerked and spasmed on top of her.  She felt like his invading tool was
swelling to the point of ripping her body apart.  It jerked inside her
abused body and she felt his hot cum bathing the walls of her vagina.  Then
his body relaxed totally and collapsed on top of her.  Marsha lay still not
wanting to disturb her tormentor.  She concentrated on filling her lungs
with air, a difficult job with his weight resting on her.

   Finally after what seemed like hours to her his body stirred and he
raised himself up on his elbows allowing her to breathe with less effort.
Dave left his cock buried in the young girl's cunt and looked down at her
face.  A huge angry looking welt of a hickey was appearing on her neck.  He
gently ran his finger tips over her stretched lips and around the sides of
her face.  Marsha tried to turn her head away from his touch.  Dave
responded by clamping his hand down over her mouth and nose again.

   "If you ever pull away from me again I will hang you upside down and
whip your ass with barbed wire." Dave spoke harshly into her ear while she
panicked, trying once again to avoid suffocation.  "Do you understand?"
Marsha nodded her head frantically.  Dave released her mouth and nose and
while Marsha sucked in air pushed himself up to a kneeling position.  With
his cock growing hard again inside her, Dave kneaded both of her breasts.

   He squeezed, twisted and pulled on both of her nipples in unison. 
Starting out gently he grew increasingly rougher wanting to stimulate a
cock-massaging hip bouncing reaction.  He ended his nipple torture session
by grabbing both nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and squeezing
them as hard as he could while he pulled on them until her body lifted off
the bed then twisted them as far as his arms would turn.  Muffled screams
and violent thrashing of her body rewarded him.

   To Marsha it felt like he was trying to rip her nipples from her body.
Her absolute terror mixed with the unbearable pain in her nipples and the
feeling of fullness as the monstrous cock grew.  It felt even bigger to her
than it had before.

   "Now, you're in for some real fun," Dave announced when he released her
abused nipples from his grasp.  "I'm going to fuck you up the ass." Marsha
shook her head 'no' violently she tried to yell at him through the gag. 
She was positive he would rip her apart.  Dave pulled his massive hard cock
out of her abused cunt and, holding it at the base repositioned himself and
aimed it at her tiny brown rear hole.  As the tip of his cock touched her
tinder asshole Marsha bucked her hips trying to move away from the
threatening rod of hard flesh.  Dave reached up and slapped her hard across
the face, once on each cheek.

   "You've earned yourself a whipping slave," he bellowed at her, then he
leaned closer, "but it will have to wait until after I fuck you up the
ass." He returned to his kneeling position and once again placed the head
of his eager cock on her waiting rectum.  He pushed hard, and ignored the
muffled screams coming form behind the gag as her sphincter muscle
stretched over the invading cock flesh.

   Marsha screamed and screamed again.  It felt like her rectum was being
torn apart with a red-hot poker.  Once the head of his cock was inside, and
the muscle had contracted around the ridge of the separating the head from
the shaft, Dave rested.  He ran his hands up and down her thighs, then
inserted two fingers into the slick cum covered velvety folds of her newly
opened pussy.  At the same time he used the thumb and forefinger of his
other hand to stroke her large clitoris up and down like he was jerking off
a small cock.

   Slowly her screams became muffled sniffles, then an occasional soft moan
could be heard between the sobs.  Finally, after working on her for ten
minutes while his cock rested just barely inside her anal opening, Marsha
made small pelvic thrusts in time with his fingers fucking in and out of
her, and his thumb and forefinger stroking her enlarged clitoris.

   The moaning became louder and the fucking motions of her pelvis became
more pronounced.  Her body jerked against the ropes as she approached
another involuntary orgasm.  Just as her body arched and her head lifted up
from the mattress and every muscle in her body tightened in orgasmic
release Dave threw his entire weight behind his waiting cock and drove it
into her bowels in one relentless stroke.

   The ultimate pleasure of being brought to another orgasm was interrupted
by the searing pain of his huge cock plunging into a hole where nothing
belonged.  Dave held his cock buried in her tight rear as Marsha struggled
against her bindings trying to throw him off.  Her repeated screams,
muffled by the gag in her mouth, could barely be heard.  The way her
jerking body and spasming sphincter muscle worked on his cock caused David
to wonder why he had never tried rape before.

   He rode out her struggles then, still holding his cock buried inside
her, he fondled her thighs and breasts.  When her nipples responded to his
touch, Dave worked a finger in and out of the still wet folds of her pussy
and worked her large clitoris with his thumb.  Once again her screams and
struggles were slowly replaced with moans and hip thrusts as Dave expertly
manipulated her engorged bud of over sensitive flesh, pulling and stroking
it like a miniature cock.

   Dave eased his hard flesh an inch out then back into her stretched ass.
Dave matched her increasing hip thrusts with longer fuck strokes.  Pulling
his cock further out and slamming it back into her rear hole more
forcefully with each stroke.  Dave marveled at how wonderful her tight
asshole felt grasping at his large hard cock.  He watched in amazement, it
looked like she was going to be pulled inside out with each outward stroke.
One or two inches of her inner rectum would be exposed each time.  Then on
the reverse thrust an inch or two of her skin would be pulled into her ass
by the force of his thrusting rod.

   On the next inward thrust of his stiff cock Dave reached over and
retrieved a large penis shaped vibrator from the nightstand.  He pushed it
into her open wet cunt, not stopping until the ball shaped base pushed
against her clitoris.  He was rewarded by muffled squeals and moans when
the flipped the switch to 'high'.  He was also rewarded by the vibrations
being transmitted through the thin tissue that separated his thrusting cock
from this newest invader of her young body.

   Dave held the vibrator down firmly against her clitoris and fucked his
hard cock in and out of her now stretched asshole with relentless
determination.  Having already cum twice, only the unique thrill of raping
a young firm teen asshole kept him hard.

   He continued the hard slamming fuck of her ass for another fifteen
minutes before his sweat soaked body became rigid and, yelling "God Damn
what a fuck", he drenched her bowels with what seemed like buckets of hot
sperm.  After his cock quite twitching he collapsed over her upraised legs
and laid his head between her shiny sweat covered chocolate colored
breasts. He left his softening cock buried in her just fucked asshole until
it slipped out of its own accord.

   After his breath returned to normal he pushed himself up and climbed off
the bed.  Leaving Marsha tied to the bed Dave went into the kitchen and
made him self a cup of coffee.  As he walked back to the bedroom he checked
his watch.  It was almost time to put his new toy away for the day.  Dave
sat on the end of the bed facing away from Marsha and used her legs and
butt as a back rest while he picked up the remote and turned on the TV.  He
tuned it to the 24 news station and sipped his coffee while catching up on
the world's activities.

   After finishing his coffee Dave looked out the window and saw that the
neighbors had their lights on.  If they had not already discovered that
their daughter was missing they soon would.  It was time to put her away
for a while.

   Totally exhausted from terror, lust and fucking, Marsha offered no
resistance as Dave untied her and dragged her limp form into her storage
room.  He laid her on the foam pad and buckled the straps around her
ankles, knees, waist, wrists, elbows and forehead.  When he was done she
was completely immobile.  He slipped the shelves into the opening and
locked them into place.  Dave moved stuff around on the shelves to give
them a more random look then closed the closet door and turned off the
light.

   Dave walked to the front of the house and looked out the window.  Sure
enough there was a police car parked in front to the house next door.  Dave
made a quick tour through the house to make sure there was nothing
incriminating lying around, then made him self another cup of coffee.  When
the coffee was ready Dave took the cup with him and wandered out the front
door into the early dawn light to pick up his newspapers.  After retrieving
the paper her walked over to the police officer and asked him what was
happening.

   "Looks like their daughter may have run away." Dave walked back into his
house smiling.  This, he thought, may be even easier than I expected.

   Dave slept comfortably until four o'clock in the afternoon.  When he got
up he made himself a meal, then sat at his computer and turned on the
speaker that was attached to the microphone in his 'storage room' where he
had left Marsha earlier that day.  He could hear what were obviously
screams being muffled by the gag he had left in her mouth.  He flipped a
switch and bathed the cell in just enough light to allow him to view his
new toy on his monitor.  Marsha was struggling against the straps that held
her immobile on the padded floor.  After watching her while he ate Dave
reluctantly pushed his hard cock back down in his pants and turned the
monitor off.  If I get her out now, the thought, I'll never get any work
done.

   Before settling in at his workstation Dave went out the front door and
picked up his mail.  As he opened the door a business card fell like a
dying leaf to the porch.  Dave picked up the card and read the front. 
"Detective Bill Smith" with precinct address and phone number.  The hand
written notice on the back indicated Detective Smith's desire to talk to
Dave.  Dave looked through the rest of his mail as he walked back into the
house and put on a pot of coffee.  When Dave called Detective Smith their
conversation was short.  Dave assured him that he had not heard or seen
anything the night before.  Dave learned from the Detective that Marsha had
said something to her sister about running away and they were putting their
efforts looking for her near her aunt's house over a hundred miles away. 
Dave was smiling when he got off the phone.

   Dave put in six hours of concentrated work on his contract projects
before he considered 'knocking off' for the night and 'knocking off' a few
with his new fuck toy.  He shut down his project files and switched his
workstation over to monitor his toy.  The struggles and screams had
stopped. Marsha had apparently worn herself out and was now sleeping again.
Dave used his computer to manipulate the controls he had built into the
room, sending a blast of icy air from the air conditioning vent followed by
his booming voice.

   "Wake up slut." Marsha struggled against the straps again.  Dave opened
the closet door then unlatched the shelves and pulled them out of the
opening leading into the cell where Marsha waited for another night of
fucking.  As soon as the door opened Marsha tried to yell around her gag.
Dave could tell immediately that Marsha had urinated and defecated and had
apparently been laying in it for awhile.  Dave smiled at the thought,
knowing it would increase her humiliation.

   "Lay still slut or I'll lock the door back up and leave you in here."
When Marsha calmed down Dave unbuckled the straps and pulled Marsha out
into the bedroom and into a kneeling position.  Even though she was
blindfolded Marsha turned her head from side to side like she was trying to
look around.

   "Marsha." The girl stopped moving her head and 'looked' where the voice
came from.  "I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth.  Don't scream or
yell.  No one will hear you and if you do I will whip you then put you back
inside your cell to lie in your own shit.  Do you understand?" Marsha
nodded her head.  Dave unbuckled the strap holding the gag and pulled it
out of her mouth.  Marsha worked her jaw like she was chewing gum then
tried to speak, but her mouth was to dry and only a horse mumbling could be
heard.

   "Shut up slave." Dave said sternly and punctuated it with a slap across
the face.  "I'm going to give you a chance to prove that you are worth
keeping alive.  Now get on your hands and knees." Dave pushed her down into
the position he wanted. .  "Until you are told otherwise you will stay on
all fours since you are nothing more than a bitch who is here to be
fucked." Dave instructed her as he got a wash cloth from the bathroom.

   "I'm not sure I want to keep a filthy little tramp like you.  Look at
you, you're not even house broken yet." Dave told her while he roughly
washed her ass and pussy.  "I'm seriously considering just putting you back
into your cell and letting you starve lying in that pile of shit you left
in there." Marsha's face turned red with humiliation and she opened her
still dry mouth to explain and earned another slap.  "Slaves don't talk
unless they are told to.  Until you are allowed to get off your hands and
knees you will only be allowed to whimper and whine.  If you make any noise
not normally made by a bitch you will be whipped" Dave left her on her
hands and knees while he quickly cleaned up the pad in her cell.  Then he
returned to his slave.

   "I'm going to give you just one chance to prove you are worth keeping
alive.  I'm going to let you suck my cock.  If you do a real good job I'll
consider letting you live.  I might even let you take a shower and eat some
food." Marsha was shaking her head and croaking 'no' over and over until
she was slapped so hard it knocked her to the floor.  Dave pulled her back
up onto her hands and knees by her hair

   "You don't listen very well do you?  As well as being a filthy little
bitch that shits all over herself you're obviously a stupid slut.  I told
you no talking." Dave sat and looked at his new slave admiring her flawless
chocolate brown skin.  His cock was already hard in anticipation.  "I'm
going to give you a drink of water then you are going to suck my cock.  You
better do a good job if you don't want to starve laying in a pile of your
own crap." Dave put a bowl of water on the floor and pushed her mouth into
it.  "Drink bitch." Despite the shame and humiliation of drinking from a
water bowl on the floor, Marsha's thirst drove her to lap water into her
mouth.  Long before her thirst was satisfied Dave pulled her head up and
removed the bowl.

   Dave, setting with Marsha on all fours in front of him, grabbed a
handful of kinky hair in each hand and pulled her face toward his crotch.
"You better suck cock like your life depends on it, bitch." He said just as
the tip of his eager cock touched her lips.  Marsha hesitated just a moment
then remembered the terror she had felt laying in 'that place' gagged and
blindfolded, being able to smell her own shit and feel her butt laying in a
puddle of her own pee.  When she remembered the terror she opened her mouth
and welcomed the hard invader.  Dave smiled as his hard cock slipped into
her hot mouth while he pinched and fondled her nipples.

   "The more cock you get in your mouth the more likely I am to decide I
want to keep you." He advised.  "Oh yes, suck on it bitch.  Suck on it."
Marsha worked to get more and more of his large hard cock into her
inexperienced mouth.  Marsha only technically knew what a 'blow job' was.
She had never seen a hard cock and, since she was blindfolded she still
hadn't.  Marsha imagined what she looked like naked on her hands and knees
sucking on a man's cock and tears of fear and humiliation collected under
her blindfold as her body trembled and her skin became hot with
embarrassment.  But her nipples hardened in his fingers and her pussy over
flowed with anticipatory lubrication.  She remembered the terror of being
strapped down for what seemed like an eternity and resolved that she would
do anything to avoid it happening again.

   Marsha sucked and licked for all she was worth, forgetting the situation
and concentrating only on the feel of her lips stretching over the hard,
hot rod of flesh in her mouth.  She marveled at the velvety feel of the
cockhead on her tongue.  Absorbed in these new sensations, and too
inexperienced to know the warning signs, Marsha was shocked when the object
of her attentions twitched and flooded her mouth with cum.  Her first
reaction was to pull her mouth away from the squirting cock but a hand on
the back of her head quickly changed her mind and she concentrated on
swallowing the thick warm fluid.  Dave continued to hold her mouth on his
cock until it shrank, then let Marsha sit back on her heels.

   "Well, bitch," he said after a few moments of silence, "you've earned
the right to live, for a few hours at least." Dave pulled his chair closer
to his new sex toy and worked a choker chain over her head.  It was a tight
fit and caused some discomfort for Marsha, but soon it rested around her
neck with the excess chain hanging down between her breasts, a most erotic
sight in Dave's opinion.  Dave hooked a short leash to the choker chain and
picked up a small homemade whip.  Dave had braided the six pieces of soft
leather into a handle leaving a loop on one end to go over his wrist and
six eighteen inch thongs with knots at the ends on the other.  The leather
was soft and pliant designed to sting and, if wielded with great force,
leave temporary welts.  It would not, though, break even the tenderest of
Marsha's beautiful brown skin.

   "Every young bitch must go through obedience training." Dave informed
his leashed and blindfolded slave as he pulled the knotted ends of his whip
across her breasts watching the knots catch on and tug at her hard erect
nipples.  "I will know teach you the basic positions." Dave pulled forward
and down on the leash.  "Back on your hands and knees." Marsha felt the
choking of the chain collar and fell forward onto 'all fours'.

   "This is the 'standing' position.  It is the position you will stay in
at all times unless you are ordered into another position.  It is also the
position you will return to when you are released from any other position.
In this and every other position you legs must at all times be spread far
enough for me to get my hand between them." Dave reached down and stroked
her head.  "Do you understand?"

   "Yes." Marsha answered.  Dave brought his whip down across the length of
her back letting the knotted ends curl over her buttocks and land on her
cunt.

   "Can a bitch say 'yes'?" He asked.

   "No." Marsha answered automatically.  Dave's whip landed across her back
again.

   "Can a bitch say 'no'?" He asked.  Marsha's mind spun in confusion.  How
can I answer him?  She asked herself.  Then she remembered his orders to
only whine and whimper, not to make any noise that could not be made by a
dog.  Marsha whimpered pleadingly.  Dave knelt beside his toy and rubbed
her head affectionately.

   "That's a good girl." He let his hands continue to roam over her body.
"I really need to think up a name for my new bitch." His hand moved down
her back and across her buttocks coming to rest on her wet pussy while he
absent mindedly twirled a lock of her kinky pubic hair around his
forefinger.

   "I know," he said, running his hand through her abundant black hair,
"I'll call you 'Fluffy Puss', 'Fluffy' for short." A name chosen Dave stood
up to continue Marsha's obedience lesson.

   "Sit Fluffy." Dave ordered pulling straight up on the leash and pushing
down on her buttocks.  Showing the same patience he would if he had been
training a puppy Dave positioned Marsha in the proper stance as he
explained to her the proper 'sit' position.  "From the stand position sit
back on you heals, spread your knees as far apart as you can and keep your
hands flat on the floor between your spread knees." When Dave was satisfied
with Marsha's 'sit' position he let her stay that way for a minute then
pulled forward and down on the leash "Stand Fluffy".

   Dave corrected her position with flicks from his whip then pulled up on
the leash and gave the 'sit' command.  Again using his whip he corrected
her position then put her back into the 'stand' position.  Dave spent
twenty minutes forcing her to practice these two positions.  Then with
Marsha in the 'sit' position Dave let her rest.  A sheen of perspiration
made her dark brown skin shine in the light.  Dave reached down between her
spread legs and felt her cunt.  It was wet to the point of dripping, he
easily slipped two fingers into her while he let his thumb rub her
clitoris. Dave was rewarded by a begging whimper from Marsha.  Dave pulled
his fingers from Marsha's wet cunt and stood in front of her.

   "Whenever a person approaches you, you will nuzzle his or her genitals
with your nose then lick them." The growing redness of Marsha's face and
chest could be seen despite the dark chocolate color of her skin.

   "Go ahead," Dave tugged on the leash, "nuzzle my genitals.  And remember
a bitch puppy will wiggle her little butt with happiness when she greets
her owner." Marsha sat still.  She just could not bring herself to 'nuzzle'
this person's genitals and wiggle her butt like a puppy greeting its owner.
Dave pulled on the leash again.  Marsha felt the chain tighten around her
neck then loosen.

   Still she could not bring herself to do it.  It was just too
humiliating. Suddenly Marsha pulled at her blindfold trying to get it off,
and Dave realized he had a full-scale rebellion on his hands.  A test of
wills he could not afford to loose.  Using the leash and choker chain Dave
forced Marsha face down on the floor.  Then, while stepping on the end of
the chain to hold her down Dave caught both of Marsha's arms and pulled
them behind her where he strapped them together at the wrists

   Dave rolled Marsha over onto her back then, while continuing to step on
the chain to hold her down, he pulled the 'training' whip off his wrist and
picked up a larger heavier strap.  Dave brought the end of the strap down
first on her left breast then on her right one.  Marsha shrieked in pain
with the first blow and continued to shriek with each successive blow until
the shrieks faded away to be replaced with body wrenching sobs.  By the
time each breast had received six blows Dave had a raging hard on and
needed relief.

   Dave rolled the sobbing girl back onto her stomach and, putting both
hands in the middle of her back held her down against the floor as he
pushed his hard cock into her ass.  Dave fucked her long and hard, plunging
his cock into her tight rear hole with such force that her body slid an
inch or two across the floor with each thrust.  After nine or ten minutes
of slamming his hard cock into his helpless victim Dave pushed his cock in
one last time and held it there while it twitched and spewed his hot cum
deep inside her.  Then, after his softening cock slipped out of her abused
asshole, Dave pulled her limp body back into the cell.

   When Marsha realized where Dave was taking her she summoned all of her
youthful strength for one last attempt to resist.  Dave, holding the
struggling girl from behind, pulled the choker chain tight and held it
until her body went limp.

   Dave pulled Marsha's limp body the rest of the way into the cell and
laid her on her back.  He ducked back through the cell door and then
reappeared a moment later with a cock shaped metal probe and two metal
nipple clamps, all of which had wires attached to them.  After inserting
the probe into Marsha's cunt Dave strapped her to the floor, adding a strap
across her thighs to hold the probe in place.  Dave placed a clamp on each
of Marsha's big brown nipples, tightening the screw on each to insure it
would stay in its place.  Dave plugged the three wires into three sockets
high up on the wall of the cell then slipped back through the door and
pushed the shelving unit into its place.

   Dave hurried into the kitchen then paced agitatedly back and forth while
he waited for coffee to brew.  His carefully laid out plans had been
disrupted and that irritated him.  He knew that rebellion had been
inevitable, and he new it had to be dealt with immediately.  When the
coffee was done he poured himself a cup and went back into his 'office' to
review how he was planning on handling his slave's disobedience.  Sitting
at his workstation Dave turned on the audio and video monitors in the cell.
Marsha was pulling against her restraints and screaming obscenities at him.

   Good, he thought, screaming and yelling into the dead air of a sound
proofed room would only increase her subconscious since of isolation and
helplessness.  The cell, he reasoned, had to represent terror to her, not
pain.  Pain a person can learn to live with very quickly.  Terror they
never learn to live with.  Dave launched a program on his workstation that
would deliver random shocks through the metal probe and nipple clamps.  It
was not the pain of the shocks, but the random nature of their timing,
duration and intensity that would add to the terror of her stay in the
cell. The terror would come from never knowing when the next shock would
start.  Or, once started, whether it would be a mild tingle, more
stimulating than painful, or a back arching surge that felt like it would
snap her spine.

   Another program would randomly cycle the cell from icy cold to
oppressively hot.  The final program randomly triggered loud blood curdling
screams from speakers in the cell.  Finally Dave started a tape that played
whispered messages through a speaker next to each ear telling Marsha
repeatedly what a dirty slutty little whore she was, and suggesting that
maybe this time she would be left in the dark till she starved to death.

   Having had his planned humiliation and fucking session interrupted Dave
decided to get some more paying work done so that tomorrow he could
dedicate the whole night to his, hopefully more complaint, slave.  After
another four hours of concentrated work on projects for his two best paying
customers, Dave fixed himself another meal and went out front to collect
his morning newspaper.  As he ate he glanced through the paper to see if
there was any news about the poor missing Marsha from next door.  He found
an article, and it seems that Marsha had confided in her sister that their
stepfather had was touching her inappropriately and that was why she was
planning to run away.  The authorities were suspecting that she had met
with some form of foul play while trying to hitchhike to her aunt's house.
The article reported that none of the next door neighbors had seen or heard
anything unusual.

   Dave relaxed with his after meal coffee and watched Marsha struggling
against the straps holding her immobile.  Dave turned up the volume on the
audio monitor and listened to her begging to be released and her promises
of total obedience.  Dave added some references about little sluts who let
their stepfathers touch them to the tape whispering in her ears then went
to bed.

   At four o'clock the next afternoon Dave woke up anticipating sixteen
hours of obedience training, humiliation and fucking with his new bitch,
Fluffy.  He ate a light snack while he watched and listened to his slave in
her punishment cell.  When he was ready he stopped the shocks, temperature
fluctuations and screams, then opened the hidden door at the back of his
closet and loosened the straps holding the babbling young girl to the floor
of her cell.  Attaching the leash to her choker chain Dave pulled Marsha
from her cell.  The girl followed on her hands and knees then collapsed on
the floor still babbling incoherently.

   Dave sat down and pulled the still blindfolded chocolate colored beauty
up to a kneeling position between his legs with her arms draped over his
thighs and her head resting on his chest.  Dave's cock nestled comfortably
between her firm chocolate colored breasts, and her dark chocolate nipples
pressed into his stomach.  Her babbling slowly became great body wrenching
sobs as she cried almost hysterically.  Dave gently stroked Marsha's hair,
back, shoulders and face as he allowed her to cry herself out while he
admired her almost flawless brown skin.

   When the sobs decreased the young girl hugged her tormentor's thighs
with her arms and gently kissed his stomach working her way down towards
his hard cock which was resting between her breasts.  Between kisses she
spoke to the man she still had not seen.

   "Please mister, don't make me go back in there again.  I'll do anything
you want.  I'll behave myself." When she reached his pubic hair she pushed
her nose into it and sniffed then worked her sniffing nose down to his
genitals.  She sniffed and nuzzled his cock and balls then licked his
genitals.  Without interrupting the tongue bath Dave took her hands and
gently unwrapped them from his thighs and placed them on the floor moving
her into the 'sit' position.

   "Is Fluffy happy to see me?" The young girl whined and wiggled her butt
in answer.  Dave smiled knowing her rebellion was over, at least for the
moment.  Dave allowed himself to enjoy her eager licking for a few more
minutes before lifting her head from his crotch.

   "Let's see if you remember your positions." Dave pulled forward and
slightly down on the leash.

   "Stand Fluffy." Marsha 'stood' on all fours, then wiggled her butt in
anticipation.  Dave stood up and moved the chair back then walked around
Marsha to check her position.  He picked up his training whip and flicked
the inside of her thighs.

   "Knees further apart." After Marsha moved knees Dave slid his hand over
her butt and down between her legs letting his forefinger slid between the
folds of her already wet cunt.  He was rewarded with an enticing butt
wiggle from his bitch and a throaty moan.  Dave's other hand explored her
thighs, stomach and finally her breasts.  Marsha's puppy like butt wiggling
was rapidly becoming pelvic thrusts as she tried to work her self on his
finger.  Even though Marsha had not been bathed since he brought her home,
Dave was finding her natural odors extremely provocative and decided not to
destroy them with soap and water.  Dave abandoned her wet pussy and stood
up.

   "Sit Fluffy." He commanded ignoring her whimpered pleading, and pulling
straight up on the leash.  Marsha moved her butt down to rest between her
heels and put her hands on the floor between her wide spread knees.  Dave
inspected her positioning and found it perfect.  From the front her breasts
were pushed together by her upper arms.  Her breasts and her lower arms
neatly framed her patch of black kinky pubic hair and her open wet cunt
with it's protruding glistening outer lips.  Dave patted her on the head
"Good girl, Fluffy." Marsha's whole body wiggled with happiness.  Dave
stepped closer allowing his hard cock to rest against the side of her face.
Marsha immediately pushed her nose into his genitals and 'nuzzled' them
then licked his scrotum while whimpering a greeting and wiggling her butt
as best she could in the 'sit' position.

   With her sight removed Marsha was learning to concentrate on her other
senses and she was finding everything erotically stimulating.  When she was
lying against him sobbing she had been acutely aware of his cock resting
between her breasts.  She had inhaled the manly sent of his body.  The
slightly musky smell of his genitals had sent torrents of lubrication
flowing in her pussy.  His hands seemed to ignite erotic fire wherever they
touched her.  And know, smelling his genitals was like turning on a faucet
in her cunt.  As she licked her way up the base of his cock towards the
head with the intent of taking it in her mouth and sucking on it, Marsha
finally admitted to her self how desperately she wanted this man to fuck
her.  When Dave stepped away, withdrawing his cock from her reach Marsha's
whine of disappointment was obvious, and brought an unseen smile to Dave's
lips.

   "Stand Fluffy." He ordered as he pulled the leash forward and down. 
Marsha immediately changed to the 'stand' position on her hands and knees,
making sure her knees were far enough apart to insure her 'owner's' access
to her wet eager cunt.

   "Before I teach you the next position, you need to learn a few other
signals.  If I tap your cheek like this," Dave gently tapped her cheek
beside her mouth, "you will open your mouth ready to receive your owners
cock." Dave tapped her on the cheek, Marsha eagerly opened her mouth and
sighed with happiness when it was filled with the velvety cockhead she had
sucked the night before.  As Dave moved his cock in and out of her mouth
Marsha swirled her tongue around the welcome invader.  Then whimpered,
almost howled with disappointment when it was withdrawn a moment later. 
Dave was in heaven, he loved to keep his cock hard for hours at a time and
having a slave to torment was the perfect way to accomplish this goal.

   "Now, you will learn the 'play' position." Dave petted Marsha and
scratched behind her ears while he talked.  "This position is called the
'play' position for two reasons.  First because it approximates the
positions dogs use when they are trying to entice another dog to play with
them, secondly because it will present your cunt and ass for my pleasure."
Marsha's body wiggled in anticipation.

   "Stretch your arms out on the floor over your head," Dave moved her body
into the desired position as her gave instructions, "put your chest down on
the floor." The coolness of the wood floor felt good on her breasts.  "And
keep your butt as high in the air as you can.  Keep the knees apart just
like in the 'sit' position." Fluffy imagined what she looked like her chest
and face pushed submissively against the floor and her butt sticking up,
obscenely exposing her cunt and asshole for her master to play with.  She
wanted to beg her owner to fuck her, she ached for a cock in her cunt. 
Using the only language she was allowed Marsha wiggled her butt and whined
pleadingly, trying to make the whine sound as much as possible like 'please
fuck me'.

   Dave knelt behind his obedient young bitch and reached out, almost
reverently, and moved his hands over her upturned butt, then down the
outside of her thighs.  When he reached her knees he moved his hands to the
inside of her thighs and slowly moved them back up towards her waiting
cunt. The sight of her wet pussy mesmerized him.  Her copious secretions
dampened her upper thighs.  Her glistening, engorged cunt lips stood open
revealing the hot dark hole waiting for his hard cock.  Her swollen
clitoris peeked out from between the lips where they met at the, in this
position, lower end of her vagina.  Dave moved his finger tips around the
waiting folds of female flesh and gently stroked the area between her cunt
and her puckered brown asshole.

   Dave leaned closer to her and inhaled the distinctly intoxicating smell
of a sexually aroused woman.  Continuing to run his finger tips over her
sensitive skin Dave extended his tongue and separated the folds of flesh,
licking up and down each side of each of her fleshy cunt lips.  Reveling in
the salty, musky taste of her brown skin Dave licked up to her crinkled
asshole, which he gently circled with his tongue before probing it with the
tip.

   Marsha's hands clutched and relaxed trying to grab onto the smooth wood
floor.  She turned her head to the side rested it on the floor with her
eyes closed under the blindfold and a smile growing on her lips.  Her hips
slowly rocked and rotated as a low throaty groan grew from deep inside her.
Dave probed his tongue further and further into her relaxing sphincter
while he ran his hands up her back then back across her buttocks and down
her thighs and back.  Each time he went around her pussy without touching
it.

   Finally Dave pulled his tongue from her asshole and worked it back down
and around the fleshy folds of her cunt, eventually arriving at her
sensitive clitoris, which he sucked into his mouth and flicked rapidly with
the tip of his tongue.  Marsha's whole body seemed to reverberate as each
flick of Dave's tongue drove her closer and closer to an explosive orgasmic
release.

   Dave tilted his head side wise and sucked each of her cunt lips into his
mouth sucking and tonguing it before moving to the other.  He pushed his
face up against her cunt and drove his tongue into her dark moist cavern,
his lower lip an chin massaging her clitoris as he moved his tongue over
the walls of her cunt licking every drop of her nectar he could reach.  He
loved the taste, feel and smell of her so much that, if possible, he would
have fucked her with his head.  Marsha was emitting a constant low-pitched
'oooooo eeeeeeeee aaaaaaaaaa oooooooooooo eeeeeeee aaaaa' as her body
neared the precipice of orgasmic convulsion.  Dave placed his forefinger on
Marsha's ass and pushed it into her.  There are some women who 'ejaculate'
when they have orgasms shooting fluid from some secret reservoir.  Such
women are almost always multiorgasmic and have been known to soak a
mattress virtually all the way through with their copious flows.  Marsha
was one of these women.

   As her orgasm crested Marsha rewarded her owner with mouthfuls of
orgasmic fluids.  It ran down his chin and dripped onto the floor.  It ran
down her legs and pooled under her knees.  Her whole body undulated with
wave after wave of orgasmic muscle contractions, and with each wave her
cunt would expel another flood of her female ejaculate.  The entire time
she slowly ground her cunt against his face and pushed herself back onto
the finger invading her asshole.  Dave removed his mouth from her
fountaining cunt and, after grabbing her hips, placed the head of his large
hard cock at the opening to her eager pussy and plunged the entire length
of his tool into her in one motion.

   "Yesssssssssyesssssssyesssssss." The prostrate teenage girl hissed as
she was filled with hard cock.  Dave fucked his bitch with long steady
strokes, slamming his body against her up thrust cunt each time he buried
himself in the wet folds of her pussy, and whipping her vaginal secretions
into a foam that coated his pubic hair and drooled down her inner thighs.
Marsha's orgasmic gyrations continued as Dave reached under her belly and
used his thumb and forefinger to stroke her hard clitoris in time with his
cock fucking in and out of her gapping pussy.

   Marsha had spewed so much fluid that their knees were slipping in it and
Dave had trouble keeping up the deep thrusts he liked so much.  He grabbed
her around the waist and laid back on the floor pulling her into a sitting
position impaled on his cock, facing his feet.

   "Fuck yourself on my cock, bitch." He commanded as he guided her up and
down motions with his hands on her waist.  Marsha pumped herself up and
down on his huge hard tool, Dave pulled down on her waist each time she
lowered her self onto his cock to insure deep penetration.  Marsha's
breasts bounced up and down in time with her body jerking plunges down onto
her owner's tool.  She leaned forward and rested her hands on the knotted
muscles of his thighs.

   Dave sat up and, moving his hands from her waist to her breasts, pulled
her back against his chest and held her still as his cock, buried to the
hilt in her wet dripping pussy jerked and spasmed shooting cum into her. 
Marsha put her hands on top of her owner's hands that were squeezing her
breasts and leaned her head back against him as her body spasmed in one
last orgasmic release, keeping time with his cock drenching her cunt walls
with cum.  As Dave eased Marsha's semilimp body off his it seemed that the
entire room had been drenched with her orgasmic fluids.  He rested for a
few minutes then stood up and used the leash to pull her up to the standing
position.

   "That," he informed her, "is why we call it the 'play' position." Dave
pushed his cock onto her lips.  "Lick it clean," he ordered.  "From know on
you will be expected to automatically perform this service." Marsha nuzzled
her owner's testicles then licked her own juices off his cock.  When he was
satisfied with the cleaning job Dave used the leash to guide Marsha into
the kitchen and put a bowl of water on the floor for her then started
preparing a meal.  With out hesitation Marsha leaned down and lapped water
from her bowl.  As she lapped Marsha hoped that her owner would never take
her blindfold off.  Being blindfolded was forcing her to concentrate on her
senses of smell, taste and hearing.  Even the water she was lapping tasted
better than anything she had ever had.

   Even with her limited experience of only being raped three or four
times, she was positive that the fucking she had just received would not
have been nearly as gut wrenchingly satisfying if she had not been
blindfolded.  Then with an epiphany of understanding she realized that it
would never have been that good if she had not been forced.  She realized
that only the removal of all her options gave her the freedom to enjoy
being fucked like an animal.  Only her terrifying ordeal in 'that place'
gave her the total, single minded, concentration on satisfying her owner
that led up to the frenzied fucking she had just been forced to enjoy.

   Her clitoris and her cunt felt like they were vibrating, her thigh
muscles would twitch with occasional 'orgasm after shocks'.  And whatever
her owner was cooking smelled better than the best food she could remember
ever eating in the past.  While he was cooking Marsha's owner would
occasionally, when the food did not need his immediate attention, step over
to her, pull her up to a sit position and tap her on the check.  Marsha
would open her mouth and welcome his large hard cock with tongue swirls and
moist sucking until he would withdraw his tool and return to his cooking
duties.

   While he was cooking Dave ordered her to pick up her bowl and drink from
it instead of lapping the water, and every time she finished it off he
would refill it and order her to drink again.  By the time the food was
done Marsha had forced down ten bowls of water and felt like she would
throw up if she had to drink another drop.  She heard her owner put a dish
of food in front of her and leaned towards it when she felt a sharp pull on
her choke chain.

   "You don't eat until you are told to, bitch." He walked her over to the
table at the end of the kitchen and pushed her underneath.  Then he sat at
the table and, before eating, reached under the table and pulled her head
into his crotch.  Marsha got the message and sucked his hard cock while he
ate his meal.

   Dave ate with one hand and casually stroked Marsha's head with the other
as she worked her mouth up and down the shaft of his hard cock.  When he
was done with his meal Dave sat back and enjoyed the feel of her tongue
work for a few minutes, then pushed her head off his cock and scooted his
chair back from the table.  Picking up the leash Dave pulled Marsha out
from underneath the table and positioned her so she faced the kitchen
counter.

   "Does Fluffy need to pee?' Marsha whined and nodded her head 'yes'
vigorously.  "No bitch can be a really good fuck unless she has
strengthened, toned and gained control of the muscles of her cunt.  I have
an exercise you will be doing every time you have to pee.  Now, I want you
to squat right where you are.  You can hang onto the edge of the counter."
Dave placed Marsha's hands on the edge of the counter.  "Now I am placing a
plastic dish pan under you.  When I tell you to pee, you will start peeing.
When I tell you to stop you will stop and hold your pee until I tell you to
pee again.  Do you understand?" Marsha nodded her head 'yes' while she
blushed with humiliation and embarrassment.  Being watched while she peed
would have been bad enough.  To have this person telling her to start and
stop would have been more than she could have born except for the memory of
being strapped down in 'that place'.

   "Pee," Dave said.  Marsha relaxed her sphincter muscle and the urine
flowed, splashing noisily in the plastic dishpan.  "Stop," Dave ordered, as
soon as the flow reached its maximum volume.  Marsha visibly struggled to
cut off her urine flow, clamping down the muscles in and around her vagina
and anus.  She could feel the stinging in her urethra as she strained to
hold her pee against the building pressure from her bladder.  Dave squatted
over her allowing his cock and balls to rest on her back as her caressed
her breasts then ran his hands down and over her the trembling muscles in
her stomach and thighs.

   "Pee," He said in her ear as he moved his hands back across her stomach
returning to her breasts.  "Stop." Dave kissed up and down her neck and
across her shoulders, while he pinched and twisted her nipples.  Her body
once again trembled from the effort of holding her urgent need in check.

   Thus it continued for, what seemed to Marsha to be hours as Dave played
with her trembling body making her hold her pee, then release it, then hold
it again.  Tears of shame soaked her blindfold, and her skin seemed to burn
with humiliation.  Finally, she was done her bladder was empty.  Dave stood
up, then turned Marsha around so she faced away from the counter and had
her squat with her back leaning against the cupboard doors, and the dish
pan still beneath her.

   "As a bitch sex slave you will have to learn to participate in all kinds
of activities that you ordinarily would not consider." Holding the base of
his hard cock Dave released a stream of his own urine aimed to hit Marsha
square on her open cunt.  "Being pissed on is just one of them." Marsha
jumped when the stream of hot liquid hit her between the legs.  She almost
turned to deflect it away from her pussy then restrained herself.  Sobs
racked her body as the hot liquid moved up from her pussy, soaking her
pubic hair then continuing across her stomach and splashing on each of her
breasts in turn.  As Dave urinated on each of her breasts Marsha could feel
the splash hitting her face.

   When he was done Dave tapped Marsha on the cheek and when she opened her
mouth he pushed in his hard, still dripping, cock and fucked into her
throat banging her head against the cupboard door with each thrust.  Marsha
instinctively grabbed the base of his cock with both hands trying to keep
from being choked by the hard rod fucking too far down her inexperienced
throat.  After enjoying the throat fucking for a few minutes Dave pulled
his dick from her mouth.

   "Stand Fluffy." He ordered pulling the leash forward and down as he
stepped to the side.  Marsha fell forward landing hard on her hands and
knees.  Then he pulled forward on the leash and walked her back over to her
food dish on the other side of the kitchen.

   "Now you can eat, and make it quick I've got to get you cleaned up,
you've gotten yourself soiled again." Marsha leaned down and ate the food
from the dish on the floor trying to ignore the smell and feel of urine
dripping from her body.

   After her dinner Dave gave the leash a sharp pull and walked Marsha into
the bedroom then into the bathroom, and finally into the shower.  Still on
her hands and knees Dave rinsed her off with cold water taking extra care
to aim the stream between her legs.  By the time he was done Marsha's teeth
were chattering and her body was shivering.  Dave toweled her dry then
walked her back into the bedroom where he spent an hour putting her into
each of the positions she had already learned.  Each time he put her into
the 'play' position Dave would push his cock into one of her upturned holes
and fuck for a few minutes slowly building their excitement.  Each time he
put her into the 'sit' position he would require her to nuzzle and sniff
his genitals before he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth a few times.
Each time she was placed in the 'stand' position he would squeeze her
breasts and nipples, and always he would correct her positioning with
flicks from his whip.

   "Now it's time for you to learn a new position." He announced pulling
his cock from her wet gapping cunt and putting her back to the 'stand'
position.  He positioned her on her knees, raised up with her arms and
hands held like a dog standing on its hind feet.

   "We will call this the 'beg' position.  You will accompany this position
with body wiggles and begging whines." Dave paused until Marsha got the
message, then she whined and wiggled her body.  "That's good.  Now, what
you are begging for is permission to hump your cunt on the person's leg."

   The whining and body wiggles lost much of their enthusiasm.  Marsha was
mortified at the thought of rubbing herself on some ones leg.  She had seen
male dogs doing this.  Boys always got a big kick out of it, but she
thought it was the grossest thing she could ever imagine, and now she was
not only going to have to do it, she was going to have to beg permission
first.  Dave pulled his chair up in front of Marsha and extended his right
leg until the top of his ankle pushed against her wet open pussy.

   "When the person places his leg in the proper position," Dave nudged her
open cunt with his foot, "then you will wrap your arms around their leg and
begin humping yourself." Despite the humiliation she felt, Marsha's cunt
begged for attention.  Marsha wrapped her arms around Dave's leg and slowly
rubbed herself up and down on his ankle.  Even though she was blindfolded
Marsha looked down at the floor trying to hide her embarrassment.  Dave
placed a hand on each side of her face and could feel the heat of her
blush.

   "When you are humping a person's leg you must turn your face up towards
them so they can watch both your humiliation and your pleasure." Dave
gently pulled her face up until she was turned toward him.  She could feel
the wet sticky folds of her cunt dragging over her master's hairy leg.  Her
engorged clitoris rubbed against his hard shinbone.  Dave pinched her
nipples and marveled at the different feel of Marsha's bristly kinky pubic
hair rubbing against his leg followed by her soft open pussy rubbing over
the same place, then on the down stroke the feel of her soft wet pussy
being followed by the rasping pubic hair.

   "Why isn't my bitch letting me know how much she's enjoying the honor of
humping herself on my leg?" Marsha whimpered and growled, then threw in a
few barks as she humped her cunt against his leg with shorter harder
strokes.  Finally, getting into the action, Marsha howled, and as an orgasm
swept over her, she clutched Dave's leg and rubbed herself against him as
hard as she could in her crouched position.  Dave pinched Marsha's nipples
hard during her orgasm helping her to identify pain and pleasure as one. 
When her orgasmic convulsions passed Marsha collapsed against Dave's leg,
still clutching it with her arms and her wet cunt still pushed against his
pussy juice covered ankle.  Dave stroked her head then pulled her up
straddling his lap and lowered her down onto his waiting erection.

   "Slow girl, slow." Dave instructed as he was being enveloped in the warm
moistness of her open cunt.  Dave loved the feel of his hard cock slipping
into her hot wet tight pussy.  Marsha's legs trembled as she strained to
slow her decent onto the hard fleshy pole.  Once fully inside her Dave
pulled Marsha forward until she was resting against his chest then, while
inserting two fingers into her asshole pushed his lips against hers and
invaded her mouth with his tongue.

   Still deprived of her sight, Marsha concentrated on her other senses. 
Her nostrils flared with the mingled smells of her master's body and her
own hot sex.  The sound of her master's hot breath and his tiny grunts of
pleasure added to her excitement.  The feel of her breasts rubbing against
his hairy chest kept her nipples almost painfully hard.  Above all else the
feel of all three of her orifices being filled by him simultaneously while
his arms held her so tightly she was almost deprived of breath gave her a
new and unexpected feeling.  Marsha relaxed and enjoyed the peace of being
totally possessed.

   The growl started low and deep inside Marsha unnoticed by either herself
or her owner.  It built becoming louder and higher pitched as she rode his
large hard cock in time to his tongue thrusting into her mouth and his
fingers fucking in and out of her ass.  Then, just when she was about to
cum again Dave pulled her down onto his cock and held her tighter than
ever.

   "Still, sit still, don't move a muscle." He ordered breaking off the
kiss, and talking directly into her ear.  Marsha strained to obey him. 
Every muscle in her body wanted to move, wanted to writhe and undulate with
the coming orgasm.  Dave held her tight against him and continued to speak
into her ear.

   "Don't move.  Just sit still and concentrate on the cock inside you."
Dave had pulled his fingers from her rear hole and now held her tight with
both hands stroking up and down her back.

   "Just concentrate on what it feels like to have your cunt stretched and
filled by my hard cock." Marsha's growl turned into a pitiful begging
whine. Every instinct told her to fuck herself as hard as she could on the
cock invading her cunt.  Marsha's body trembled with the strain of not
moving.  The hands, gently caressing her back and butt, added to the desire
to violently fuck herself on her master's cock.

   Marsha felt like the cock inside her was growing even bigger.  If felt
like she had been sitting on this monstrously huge cock, rocking on the
precipice of orgasm, for her entire life.  Once or twice she lost control
and tried to move herself on the fleshy rod inside of her.  Each time Dave
held her still more tightly.  The entire time he talked gently into her ear
about the 'feel of the cock' .

   Marsha was only vaguely aware that Dave was moving as he slipped his
hand between them, all she could think about was the feeling that she would
go insane if she wasn't allowed to fuck, and cum, soon.  She was caught
totally by surprise when Dave's hand reached its goal and pinched her hard,
engorged clitoris.  The scream was ear splitting, her body went into
convulsions, it was hard to tell whether it was a reaction of pain or
pleasure.

   Dave continued to squeeze the tender nub of flesh between his thumb and
forefinger as he enjoyed the way her convulsing body and spasming cunt
worked his hard cock.  Dave, remembering how good it felt to have his cock
buried in her cunt while she struggled for air that first night, wrapped
his other arm around her head and used his hand to pinch her nose and cover
her mouth.  She was like a wild animal.  Dave loved the way her cunt, under
the combined influence of orgasm, pain and suffocation, clutched at his
cock and milked cum from his balls as he drained himself into her.

   His own orgasm finished Dave finally released both Marsha's clitoris and
her mouth and allowed her to collapse her head resting on his shoulder as
she gasped for air.  They sat like that until Dave's shriveling cock
slipped from her cunt allowing a flow of cum to dribble to the floor below.
As his own strength returned Dave pushed Marsha into a sitting position,
still straddling his lap with her wet dripping cunt open to his view.  Dave
gently probed her with his fingers.

   "Well, bitch, I think it's time for us to go to bed." Dave could see,
and feel her body tense with fear.  "You've been a good little fuck puppy
so I won't put you back into the cell for know." Her body relaxed and she
rocked her cunt back and forth on his fingers.  Dave pulled his fingers out
of her and took her over to the bed on her hands and knees.  He allowed her
to sniff and feel the pet bed he had set up for her.  Dave had purchased
the largest rattan dog bed he could find.  I was just big enough for Marsha
to curl up in.

   "As long as you are a good little bitch and do as you are told you will
be allowed to sleep here.  If do not behave you will go back into your
cell. I am hooking a chain to your training color, and I will hook the
other end to the bedpost.  If I desire your services during the knight I
will pull on the chain.  When I pull on the chain you will climb into my
bed.  When I am finished fucking you, you will wait until I have gone back
to sleep then slip out of my bed without waking me and return to your bed."

   Dave cuffed her hands behind her back and allowed her to curl up in her
bed.  Then, putting on a pair of pants, Dave went out to the front yard and
collected his morning papers.  Returning to the house Dave started a cup of
coffee brewing then looked in on Marsha.  Finding Marsha already sleeping
Dave collected his cup then went into his workroom to sip coffee and read
the papers.

   Coffee and papers finished Dave rose from his chair intending to go to
bed when he saw a flashing icon telling him he had email.  Normally he
would have ignored it until after he had slept.  "What the heck" he thought
as he clicked the mouse and opened the message.  Dave stared at the screen
and slowly sank back into his chair.  He looked away, then looked back at
the screen and read the message again.  "I know you have her." 
 
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