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Subject: {ASSM} Trained Slut - part I
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DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR OFFENDED BY ADULT MATERIAL

I have two females in my immediate family, one of which has intrigued me for
years due to her nature. My adult stepdaughter Emily, is one of these women,
my wife is the other. My wife doesn't intrigue me. She is as predictable as
they come, as conservative as its possible to be. Quite by accident one day,
I had an opportunity to get my stepdaughter practically naked and from then
on, I've possessed a certain fixation for her that still surprises me today.

As fantasy for me is just as fulfilling as reality and sometimes more so,
there's never been a need to attempt a seduction, but some of the things
she's innocently revealed about herself in real life have fuelled a
wonderful fantasy life for me. I will always be thankful to her for that.
I'm also thankful for the extensive video collection I've amassed with her
unwitting participation due to the spy-cam I installed in my bathroom.
Simply put, more fuel for fantasy.

For years I've read pornographic literature, sometimes preferring it to
visual media and now I'm finding that it's just as much fun to write as it
is to read. When I was in grade school, the first lesson in creative writing
was to base fiction on fact, so almost unavoidably, Emily has become the
focus of my first fiction.

It would be wonderful to receive feedback on my work and I would especially
be interested to hear from anyone who is in a position similar to my own. I
can imagine many males in similar situations, but I admit I find it hard to
conceive of a female that has an urge to read or write anything as off the
wall as what follows. Maybe 7 years is too long to be married to a
conservative spouse? If you decide to take the time to respond, I would be
grateful to know whether I'm reading an email from a male or a female.
Contact me at: Crikey_2004@hotmail.com

Anyway, without further adieu, the story...



Trained Slut - Part I



A suburb of Los Angeles can mean a lot of places, some of them big enough to 
earn the title of 'Town'.  Dave and Bob work together in the office of a 
small company with just a secretary and the owner in one such suburb.  Dave 
and Bob could easily have spent their working lives as acquaintances, 
knowing little or nothing of the other's life outside work.  That's just how 
they were.  It was probably more surprising that they were fast friends, 
each going that extra mile without a thought, for the other.  Bob just had a 
quiet personality.  Dave, on the other hand, had learned early in life to 
present himself as a quiet person so that he could just blend in.  It would 
be unthinkable to some of those who though they knew him to see his true 
persona.



The Dave that was hidden from all but a select few had an unusual hobby. 
Until very recently, he collected women and almost always had one or two at 
any given moment.  Dave wasn't a player, because his women were his. 
Literally and totally.  He owned them and sold them when he was done with 
them.  On a number of occasions, a woman had simply come to him, stripped 
herself and kneeled at his feet, begging for the opportunity to be his. 
What could he do?  He'd use her fully, train her in the art of being 
property then find a good home for her, as the slave of a worthy owner. 
Other times, he came across women who were just too beautiful not to be 
slaves.  Other men would consider taking such a woman to bed to be the 
ultimate conquest.  Dave didn't agree.  A beautiful woman begging him to 
collar her and do anything to her without limit was more of a challenge to 
him and Dave had proved times without number that he was capable of 
mastering the challenge.



Even though Dave and Bob had worked together for five years and had been 
close friends for two, it had only been in the last week that Bob had been 
introduced to Dave's lifestyle.  Bob had accepted Dave's hobby without 
judgment, but had no interest in seeing his friend whip a tied slave or have 
her perform for him.  There were only two people in Dave's life that he 
cared enough about to hold his interest for more than a few moments and Dave 
knew this.



As soon as Bob walked his front door, his wife was on him about Emily.  She 
was so angry she didn't even care that Bob's buddy Dave from work had come 
in with him.



"I want her out of here!" She wailed to Bob.



Emily was the daughter of Bob's wife.  At 25, Emily was still living at 
home, with no job and no intention of finding one.  She often claimed that 
the job of being a single parent to her son Alex was the only job she had 
time to do.  In reality, she really was a poor excuse for a parent, 
considering that she was out most evenings and only spent time with her son 
when a date got cancelled.  Emily's mom helped him with homework, played 
with him and even took him to the doctor much more regularly than Emily, who's 
car was regularly broken down.  In turn, Alex treated his mom more like a 
sister and his grandmother more like a mother.



Even though Emily was not Dave's birth child, Emily called him dad and he 
doted on her, secretly giving her spending money every now and then, buying 
her clothes and making the regular repairs she needed on her car.  In 
return, she told him she loved him and would sometimes give him big hugs, 
which he especially enjoyed.  She shared her troubles with her dad, often 
crying on his shoulder when one of her many men-friends would upset her or 
do things that she didn't enjoy.  One of the high points in Bob's 
relationship with Emily was that she didn't feel the need have secrets from 
him.  As a result, she would share things with him that girls don't usually 
even share with boys, much less parents.  He knew all her fantasies and 
dreams, as well as details of the experimentation she'd had with sex.  If 
one of her men-friends tried something she'd never experienced in bed 
before, her step-dad was the first to hear about it.



Bob knew that the reason he was so privileged had nothing to do with his 
being the most special person in her life, but rather that she had no real 
friends because she treated people so poorly.  He knew she had a good heart, 
but a bad attitude to go with it.  When she wanted something, she would get 
it because she could be so nice.  But after she'd gotten what she wanted, 
the giver was then thrown aside, adding to a very long list of people with a 
grudge to bear against her.  Emily's mom was the person who's name was at 
the top of the list, yet she felt beholden to her daughter so she'd allowed 
her daughter to get more and more self-centered.  Bob knew that maybe today 
had been the last straw and Emily had finally pushed her mom too far.



Bob hugged his wife and told her he'd take care of it.



"Ah, Bob?  Can I have a word?  In private, I mean," Dave whispered to Bob.



"Sure Dave," Bob replied, thinking that Dave was ready to get out of this 
scene of less than domestic bliss.



"Why don't you give Emily to me for a few weeks?" Dave suggested as soon as 
Bob had ushered him out of the living room.  "I bet she'll be a lot easier 
to deal with when she gets back.  It's all about control.  Once Emily 
understands that someone else is in control of her, she can be taught how to 
act.  I'm willing to make her into the woman you want her to be," Dave 
explained to him.



"You just want to fuck her," Bob accused with a smile.



"If you can live with the idea of your buddy fucking your daughter, then I 
can!" Dave said with a grin.  "But if you agree, you have to promise me 
something.  You have to agree now that you'll trust me and won't interfere. 
I'm going to be pretty rough on her, but it'll be for her benefit.  In fact, 
the last time I did this, the chick ended up better off than most!"



"What do you mean," Bob asked, puzzled.



"Well, she's got a bunch of friends and she's rich, in that order.  She used 
to be such a bitch that a buddy of mine named Ray had to do something about 
her before she got herself and him, ah. let's just say that what would have 
happened would have been a shame.  I think he was pretty mad at her, because 
he spent a bunch of money getting me everything I thought I'd need to do a 
good job."



"He was mad at her so he threw money around to make her loose her attitude?" 
Bob asked, puzzled.



"Well, he did something else too.  He asked me to turn her into a whore for 
him.  Not to be bragging, but I did such a good job that Ray worked out what 
my efforts were worth and the chick ended up paying me ten grand over the 
next 6 months and gave me as much sex as I wanted too.  Hearing your wife go 
off about Emily, reminded me how this chick was when I first got her.  In 
fact, I've still got all the stuff I got for her training, sitting around my 
basement.  I've even got video equipment," Dave teased, drawing out the word 
so it sounded more like vee-dee-oh.



"You've got video of this woman?" Dave asked with some interest.



"Nah, I gave all that to Ray.  I was thinking of Emily though.  Ever wanted 
to see her naked?"



"Of course not.  She's my daughter!" Bob replied sarcastically, causing them 
both to laugh.



"So do you think you could make Emily a useful member of society," Bob asked 
with a smile.



"Only if you want a daughter that's a whore!" Dave responded, laughing.



"Okay," Bob said, his smile disappearing.



"Are you serious?" Dave asked, this time he was stunned at Bob's suggestion.



"I kind of like the idea of my daughter as a whore.  It'd be payback for the 
years of trouble she's been.  Just a shame you can't fix them both up."



"You want me to?"



"NO!  I was just joking," Bob said.  But the seed was planted.



"I'll leave it up to you to handle the arrangements any way you want," Bob 
began.  "As far as I'm concerned, you've got a green light.  But Emily's 
going to be the one to convince, not my wife."



"Let's play it by ear then, huh," Dave suggested.



The pair went back into the living room and found that Bob's wife had 
stopped crying, but she was just sitting there, lost in her thoughts.  Emily 
chose that moment to arrive home.  She came in the front door in a rush, 
telling everyone in the room she was sorry she was late.



"Mom's car had no fucking gas in it, so I ran out," she said, looking 
accusingly at her mother.



"I never even said you could use it, much less use the last of the gas in 
it.  I knew there was just enough to get to the gas station.  I 'was' going 
to do that before I went to the salon, but here I sit waiting for you to get 
home instead.  My appointment was two hours ago!"



"I can't believe you mom!" Emily shouted, ignoring the fact that Bob had 
company with him.



She was about to launch into a tirade directed at her mom when Bob 
interrupted.



"You know your mother doesn't like it when you cuss, young lady," Bob said 
quietly, stopping Emily in her tracks.  "Your mother told me what happened. 
She also said she could not live like this any more.  You're 25 years of age 
and you're stealing your mother's car!"



"Well I'll move out then!" Emily threatened in a loud voice, knowing she had 
nowhere to go and that Bob would probably not let that happen anyway.



"You could come live with me if you like," Dave interjected.  "I've got room 
and you could try it out for a few weeks to see if you like it, if you 
 want."



Emily looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.  "Thanks Dave, but 
I don't need.  Okay, that'd be great," she said, changing her mind in mid 
sentence.  She looked at her mom and said, "See, not everyone's a bitch like 
you!"



"Well go then and good riddance!" she said, tears once again forming in her 
eyes.



"I'll just get a bag," Emily said to Dave.  "Can we go now?"



"That'd be fine.  I'll be right here when you're ready."



"I'll just be a minute," Emily said, stalking out of the living room.



Dave got down on his knees in front of Bob's wife and took her chin in his 
hand, lifting her head so her eyes were looking into his.  "Give me a few 
weeks and I'll return her, a different person," he promised.  "Just don't 
expect to see her till then, okay?  She'd pretty angry too right now."



"She didn't even mention Alex," Bob's wife said scornfully.  "If he weren't 
already going away with Bob's parents, I'd almost bet she would forget to 
take him with her anyway."



"Well let's not go there right now, okay?  I'll look after Emily and you can 
have the house to yourself and Bob.  Does that sound good?"

Bob's wife managed a smile and quietly said thanks.  "You're a good man, 
Dave.  Bob's. no, we're lucky to call you friend."  She leaned forward and 
kissed him on the cheek.



In a few minutes, Emily was back with a couple of bags.  "Are you ready, 
Dave?  The sooner I can get out of this torture chamber, the better!"



Dave smiled a little smile.  Out of the frying pan, into the fire, he 
thought to himself.  Out loud he said, "Give your mom and dad a hug and lets 
go."



Emily gave her dad a long hug but ignored her mother.  Eventually they left 
without another word, Dave turning around at the door to wave goodbye to his 
friend, giving him a quick wink and noticing that there was a slight bulge 
in Bob's pants.



When they got to Dave's house, Emily was surprised at its size.  "It's 
 huge," she said in wonder.



"I got it when my parents passed on.  It used to be on a hundred acres and 
my grand daddy built the farmhouse himself.  Times have changed and all that's 
left is the farmhouse.  But I call it home and it's comfy."



Inside, Dave showed Emily to the sitting room and made sure she was 
comfortable before disappearing into the kitchen to get them each a drink to 
celebrate.  Emily hadn't really wanted a drink but Dave was insistent.  When 
he came back, he was holding two shot glasses.  After handing one to Emily, 
he held his own up in a toast.



"To new beginnings," he said and then downed his in one gulp.  "I know, you're 
a girl, so you can't do that," he teased.



Emily did, just to prove she could, spluttering a little as the alcohol 
burned its way into her empty stomach.



"Want another?" He asked.



"No thanks.  I'm not really in the mood to get drunk, she said.



Dave watched her for a few moments as the drug he'd put in her drink took 
effect, catching her glass just before it hit the carpet when she quietly 
passed out.  He took the glasses back into the kitchen, rinsed them and put 
them away.  Before putting it too away, he took a healthy slug from the 
bottle, enjoying its warmth.  The packet holding the powder he'd put into 
Emily's drink went back into the cupboard over the refrigerator.



By the time he'd done this and returned he was sure the drug had been 
completely effective.  Emily made little snoring sounds as she slouched on 
the couch.  Kneeling down, he removed her shoes and then enjoyed the act of 
unbuttoning her jeans and peeling them off her body.  She was wearing a 
glittery, string thong, which came off with the jeans, revealing that she 
shaved her pubic region bare.  Dave took his fingers and gently brushed over 
the area, wondering if maybe she actually waxed.  There was not even a hint 
of stubble, not it mattered when compared with seeing his buddy's daughter 
sitting on his couch wearing nothing below the waist and displaying a cute, 
bald pussy with nice tight lips wasn't just delightful to see.



Next, he leaned her forward, removed her light jacket and just took a few 
moments to admire her in her tee shirt.  Looking forward to seeing what lay 
beneath but in no real hurry, he grabbed the hem of the tee shirt and peeled 
it up her torso, causing it to catch momentarily on the underside of her bra 
and making him tug just a little harder.  When the shirt reached her 
armpits, he just kept pulling upwards, lifting her arms with the shirt as if 
she were helping him and not unconscious.  As the shirt was finally released 
from her body, her arms fell down again, causing her boobs to jiggle in the 
lightly padded blue bra that didn't even match her thong.



Dave reached around behind her and released her bra catch and then pulled 
the straps forward and down her arms.  He paid special attention as the bra 
cups parted company with her breasts, slowly revealing more and more skin 
until there was nothing to hold the cups in contact with Emily's body and 
they fell away from her entirely, revealing his favorite sort of nipples. 
Big and juicy nubs that stood out from her areola even when not aroused.



Dave used his lips, teeth and tongue to stimulate the sleeping woman's 
nipples and found that she responded nicely.  Looking down, he saw that her 
clit even began to peek out of its little nest with no additional attention.



Satisfied with the clay that was Emily, he pushed an arm between her thighs 
and the couch cushion and the other behind her back and easily lifted her 
free of the couch.  He walked through the house, down the steps into the 
basement.  On the far side of the basement was a blank wall with a few odds 
and ends hanging from nails driven into the plaster.  Dave paused at the 
wall, tapped a hidden mechanism that released a catch and backing up, used 
his body to push the now exposed door open.  There was just enough light 
spilling through the doorway and into the room beyond for him to see what he 
was doing.  He lowered Emily's naked body to the rough stone floor, laying 
her out flat, then returned to the doorway.  Inside the doorframe was a 
switch that he pressed, causing the room to be illuminated by many electric 
candles high up on the walls.



It had actually been a while since he'd been in the room and it was obvious 
that it needed dusting.  Cobwebs clung to the overhead rafters, and to the 
stone walls that made up three sides of the fourteen by twenty room. 
Releasing the tiebacks on two large drapes, he coughed when dust flew 
everywhere as the heavy velvet drapes settled into a closed position, 
momentarily cutting off his view of Emily and the room in front of the door. 
Dave closed the door and reset the release switch and once more the door 
disappeared into the wall, being hidden from fairly careful scrutiny on both 
sides.  Also hidden was that the core of the door was made of steel, as was 
the wall under the sheetrock surface.



Parting the curtains carefully to avoid upsetting any more dust, Dave made 
his way back to Emily's new living quarters.  He went directly to a metal 
cabinet bolted to the wall and removed the items he would need for the next 
phase of his work.  He pulled out shackles, which he closed and locked 
around Emily's wrists and ankles.  A blindfold that fitted snugly against 
her eye sockets quickly followed.



Dave wasn't sure about the next item he took from the shelf.  It was three 
shiny metal rings with chains that dangled from each of the larger, four 
inch-diameter rings.  Connecting these two rings together was the third 
ring, this one of an inch in diameter.  Shrugging, Dave decided to attempt 
to make it fit Emily, even though they were made especially for his last 
'student'.



Dave kneeled down next to Emily and bent her into a sitting position.  He 
then enjoyed the task of mauling her tit-flesh as he worked her breasts 
through the rings.  Eventually the rings were laying flat against her 
ribcage, her breasts seeming to burst through the holes, already gaining a 
bluish tint that resulted from the semi-restricted blood flow.  With a 
padlock, he secured the straps of her new 'bra' behind her back.  Next came 
the leather belt.  It was about two and a half inches wide and went around 
her waist.  This one wasn't there to hold anything up though, but rather to 
reduce the overall circumference of Emily's waist and restrict her breathing 
by reducing her diaphragm's ability to work.  When he'd notched it as 
tightly as he could, he was able to see that he'd reduced her waist by about 
five inches, which resulted in her breathing being faster and shallower.



Next came the arm bindings, which took no time at all to fit, her elbows 
locked together behind her back and her forearms in a single sleeve that 
ended just short of her manacled wrists.



Bending Emily's inert form forward, he pushed on her head and back until her 
cheek was pressed against the ground between her spread knees.  This pleased 
him, as his last female had not been nearly as limber.  With a few light 
chains, he secured her in this position, before pivoting her so her back was 
again laying on the stone floor but now her legs were bent so far over her 
head that her toes touched the floor behind her head.  Dave took a moment to 
admire his work.  If he'd wanted to, he'd have been able to use either of 
her lower holes in this position, but he didn't do it, preferring to wait 
until she awoke.  He considered adding to the chains securing her so that 
she would not be able to bend her knees then remembered that would be a 
mistake.  The up side was that when he was ready, he'd have her waddle on 
her own two feet, her head between her own thighs, unable to see where she 
was going.  Dave smiled at the thought and his cock twitched in 
anticipation.



For the final touch, Dave took out a pair of six-inch stiletto shoes, which 
he locked onto Emily's feet.  They were a size too small, but he managed it 
anyway.  That discomfort would probably be nothing in comparison to the 
cramps in her stretched arms, back, jaw and tits, he thought happily.



He glanced at his watch, noting that the drug would begin wearing off soon. 
Picking Emily up at the waist, her feet pointing the way and his head 
enticingly close to her exposed sex, Dave carried her to a wall and 
padlocked her belt to a short chain attached to an O-ring already embedded 
in the wall.





Then he sat on a nearby chair and waited.  The wait was longer than he'd 
anticipated.  I must have given her a bigger dose than I'd meant to, he 
thought to himself.  Eventually Emily began to make the noises he associated 
with a drug-victim waking up.  The first squeal told him that Emily was 
semi-conscious and the first disbelieving expletive told him she was now 
fully awake.



"What the FUCK!" Emily screamed.   "Oww!! Hurts!!  Let me fucking go, 
whoever you are!!  When I get my hands on you, you are going to be so 
fucking sorry that you'll wish your parents hadn't even been born!!"



By this time Emily had already exhausted her limited breath and was taking 
as much air in through her mouth as her lungs could get.



Attempting a different tactic, Emily eventually tried again.  "Dave, are you 
there?" she asked into her sightless world.



Dave said nothing.  Eventually Emily tried a third time.



"What have you done with Dave?" Emily asked, now openly crying and again 
panting due to her shortness of breath.  "Please let me go.  I wont tell 
anyone.  I'll even suck your dick if that's what you want.  Just pleeeease 
let me go.  This hurts really bad!!"



Dave finally spoke to her, using the voice of a drill sergeant.  "On your 
feet you stupid tub of lard! He bellowed, following up by kissing her right 
buttock lightly with his cane when she didn't move.  It was little more than 
a tap, designed to let her know he had a weapon and wouldn't hesitate to use 
it, but Emily began wriggling and writhing around on the floor as if he's 
just cut off a nipple to get his point across.



"Dave, is that you?  She finally asked.  "Oh please don't do this to me 
Dave.  Please let me go," Emily pleaded, all dignity forgotten.



Instead of answering, a second, harder tap helped her motivation to do as 
she was told.  It took a full twenty seconds, but eventually, Emily was 
painfully on her feet, looking like a contortionist, half crouching in the 
6-inch heels, her blindfolded head secured between her own lower thighs and 
her long brown hair almost brushing the floor.



This time, in a calm, quiet, but nasty voice, Dave continued.  "Shut up you 
stupid, cow.  Listen to me.  Can you do that?"



"Dave, please let me go.  I'm sorry I took the car.  I'm sorry I made mom 
cry.  I won't ever do it again, I prom.. Eeeeooowwwwwww!!!!" Emily howled, 
her words cut off as Dave landed a heavy swing of a cane on her lovely, 
alabaster bottom, which was now in the perfect position for a caning.



"I asked you nicely to listen.  I don't like to repeat myself.  Is THAT 
clear?"



"Yes, yes, yes," Emily chanted, just about hyperventilating now.



"Good.  As of this moment forward, until I say so, you are mine.  Your 
loving mom wanted you out because what you did today was the final straw. 
You've spent your whole life attempting to make hers a misery and now you 
are getting your reward."



"I'm so sorry," Emily coughed and cried, hysterical now.  "I'll be good from 
now on, I promise!"



"You will be good from now on because if you aren't I'll rip the skin from 
your bones, little by little, starting with your cunt, then tits, then legs. 
First of all, you're going to be good by heeding the first rule.  A cunt 
only speaks when it's asked a question that I want an answer to."



"Yes, oh yes, I can do that!  Just please don't cane me again!" Emily 
pleaded.



Dave shook his head sadly, thinking, some bitches just don't get it, do 
they?



He raised the cane and this time aimed for her pussy, just as he'd promised. 
If the basement hadn't been very well soundproofed, the neighbors might have 
heard her scream.  It was earsplitting.  Emily lost bladder control as soon 
as her body registered the impact of the cane against her pussy lips.  Urine 
squirted across the room in an arc, but quickly fell to a trickle, some of 
which fell onto her own face.



"When I want an answer, I'll ask a question, you stupid cunt," Dave said as 
if explaining something simple to a 3 year old.



After he saw that she'd gotten her breath back, Dave demanded, "Repeat your 
first rule back to me."



Emily hesitated.  Was it a trick?  It certainly wasn't a question.  But if 
she didn't follow orders, she'd be skinned alive.  So certainly orders to 
talk were the same as questions?  Emily hoped so.



"I only speak when you ask me to?" she said timidly, making her words sound 
more like a question than a statement.



The whip cracked down hard across her butt, leaving a cruel red line where 
it landed.



"You are no longer your own person.  You are mine.  That means that if you're 
referring to my property when you talk, you do your best to describe it the 
same as I did.  It's a respect thing," he told her, "And I demand respect. 
The slower you learn, the longer you stay tied up just as you are.  After a 
week or two, you wont be able to stand up straight anymore, even if I do 
untie you," he added for emphasis.



Emily believed him.  Her arms, legs, back, waist, chest, ass and pussy were 
all on fire.  Already she believed she'd never live through the night if he 
didn't untie her soon.  She'd never known as much pain in her young life. 
Wisely, this time she said nothing when he paused.



"Now, I'll ask a different question and see if you can get it right this 
time you dumb cunt.  What's your name?"



"Emily ignored the pains in her back, her tits, her legs, her feet, the 
cramps in her waist and now the burning in her pussy and her ass too.  Her 
whole focus was on how she was going to answer him.  If he was asking what 
the name of his car was, or his television, or his dog, she would reply that 
it's name was anything he wanted to call it.  Maybe that's what he meant? 
Terrified of another stripe with the cane, but knowing she was taking too 
long to answer she decided she had to say something.



"Your." She began.



What was she to him?  His slave?  His female?  His cunt.  No, she was his 
dumb cunt.  That's what he'd called her!



Almost happy at knowing she was going to get the answer right this time, she 
replied, "Your dumb cunt is called anything her owner wants her to be 
called."



She half expected the cane to descend on her unprotected ass again anyway 
and the sense of relief when it didn't was almost palpable.



"Good little slut," he praised her.



Her pain-addled brain captured his words and clung to them.  He'd said 
something nice to her.  She was being good!  She was a good dumb cunt.  In 
her hysteria, she almost giggled.



"Now, tell me again.  What's the first rule?"



This is easy, Emily thought to herself, almost on autopilot as her brain 
began compensating for all the pains she was enduring by releasing 
endorphins into her system.



"Your dumb cunt will only speak when her slutty ass is told to?" she said, 
hoping that the extra words would please him even more.



"Good!  Maybe something's getting into that retarded brain of yours after 
all."



He'd done it again.  He's happy, she thought to herself.  Maybe he'll untie 
me after all.  She was about to ask him when she caught herself, remembering 
that her dumb cunt mouth had got her a caning in the first place.



Already, her brain was re-associating her thinking the way he wanted it to.



Dave moved closer to her and absently stroked her ass, fingering the line 
the cane had left on her cheeks.



"You said you'd give me blowjob if I let you go.  Granted, you didn't know 
that you were my property at the time, but you do now.  Unfortunately, you 
can't give a blowjob with your head between your legs anyway.  Unless I tie 
you up differently, that is.  Would you like to be tied up differently so 
that you could give me head?" he asked quietly.



Emily's brain was being assaulted with too much.  Almost driven mad with the 
pains in her body, her shallow breathing was causing her to feel lightheaded 
too.  Was Dave telling her he was going to untie her?  No.  Just tie 
differently.  Would it hurt so much to be tied differently, or would it hurt 
more?  What was it he asked her?  It was something about blowjobs.  Did she 
like giving them?  No, that wasn't it.  Would she give him one?  Yes, that 
was the question.  No, she couldn't give him one, could she?  He hurt her. 
He was a bad man.  But she did like giving blowjobs.  Why couldn't he be 
nice to her?  She'd give him a blowjob if he would be nice to her.  Maybe 
she could make a deal, she thought.



Dave watched Emily carefully.  It was almost impossible to read her face 
while she had her thighs in the way, so he just concentrated on her eyes. 
He could see that she was struggling with something in her mind, but he had 
no idea what it was.



Eventually Emily figured out what she wanted to say.



"This cunt. slut wants to know if she can go home after she sucks your 
 dick?" Emily managed to ask.



"What the fuck has that got to do with it," Dave demanded angrily.



Emily was horrified at herself.  How could she have asked such a thing? 
Stupid bitch.  Dumb whore.  Just like he said you were, she berated herself. 
I hope he whips the crap out of me.  I deserve it, she thought, almost 
giggling again at the thought of her pooping while he caned her.



The rational side of her brain intervened before she could voice her 
thoughts.  "I'll do it, I'll do it!" She blurted before thinking.



Crack!!  The cane came down and made a new crimson line, parallel to the 
first on Emily's ass.



"I can do this all day.  Want to try again?"



"Your bitch is sorry, master!"  Emily didn't even know where that came from. 
It just seemed right to call him master.  After all, her tortured brain 
reasoned, he was calling the shots right now.  "Please give this stupid cow 
another chance.  She'll suck you real good!"



Part of Emily's brain heard the words she was saying and was horrified to 
discover that she meant every word.  She was sorry.  She would give him oral 
sex and she'd do her best.  Despite the horror of what she was being put 
through, she was even getting damp between her legs.  That, this part of her 
brain decided, was the most horrible part of all this.  Her body was 
lubricating at the thought of letting this monster put his cock in her 
mouth.  How disgusting!  What a whore, she thought to herself.  Getting 
horny at the thought of taking on this bastard's three-inch pecker!



Dave made a show of studying her, although he wasn't even sure she could see 
him through her tears.  With a hand cupping his chin in a thoughtful manner, 
for a few seconds he pretended to weigh up whether or not to let her. 
Eventually he reached for the padlock that connected the chain between her 
and the wall and opened it, allowing the chain to swing free.



"Okay," he said at last.  "Get that sad excuse for a body into the middle of 
the room.  MOVE," he bellowed.



Emily just about fell when she finally, fearfully attempted her first step. 
She'd never been in such high heels before.  On top of that, she'd never had 
to stand with her head between her legs before either.  The combination of 
the two added to actually walking, was almost too much for her, despite her 
natural agility.  By the time she'd moved three steps, she was practically 
crouching in an attempt to save herself additional pain if she was to 
actually fall.  Dave wasn't about to let that go.



"I didn't tell you to waddle, piss-face!  Stand up and show me how your ass 
moves when you walk.  Make it sexy!"



"Emily began bawling again, which only made her task more difficult, but she 
did manage to follow instructions, regardless of the raging cramps eating up 
her stomach and beginning to grip her calves.  Even in cheerleading practice 
she'd never had to bear such a bend for so long, and back then, there had 
been boys to impress.  The thought of having her nipples cut off was all 
that saved her from just rolling into a ball on the floor and going 
completely crazy.  That and the fact that her body was doing it's best to 
convince her brain that for some reason she was beginning to get turned on 
by all this torture.



The movement that Dave was forcing on Emily served a purpose other than just 
humiliating and hurting her.  With her head secured upside down between her 
thighs, he was giving her something to focus on other than her pain and 
humiliation.  He wanted those things to be of little or no importance to the 
new and improved Emily, so making her walk like that would force her to 
concentrate on keeping her body upright and following instructions.  Her 
feet were pointing one way, her head the other.  She now knew there was a 
wall behind her, so she would have to make her feet walk forward, even 
though it would seem as if she needed to walk backwards.  Being bent over as 
much as she was, drastically affected her balance so he knew her whole 
concentration would have to be devoted to her balance, her legs and her 
feet.  Step by torturous step, Emily moved towards the center of the room 
until Dave told her to stop.



"Tell me how much you want to be tied differently.  Make me want to change 
the way you're tied even though I like the view now.  I've got a good view 
of your asshole and pussy."



Emily didn't care that he was looking at her naked or that he could actually 
stare at her pussy and ass just because he wanted to.  The once shy girl 
never even gave her humiliating nudity a thought.  All she wanted was to not 
be tied like this anymore.  She didn't care if he wanted to tie her up in 
another way, just so long as she could stretch her back for a few seconds. 
She'd give anything for that.  She'd suck him or she'd fuck him.  She 
thought she'd probably let him fuck her ass if he wanted.  Just so long as 
she could make the cramps stop.  She'd tell him anything he wanted to hear, 
no matter what it was.  But he was making her think of it herself!  How 
unfair!!



"Your retarded slut cunt hopes her master would reward her for trying really 
hard to please him by tying her so she can give him the best blowjob a 
worthless whore like her can manage.. Master."  Emily used every descriptive 
word she could remember hearing him utter to describe herself, making sure 
she even called him her master for good measure.  She wasn't sure if she'd 
already called him master, so she repeated it.



"All right then bitch, but I'm doing this as a favor to you for being good. 
If you let me down, I'll pull your head so far between your legs that your 
mouth will be on your crack and you can lick your own asshole.  Do you 
understand?



"Yes master, this stupid bitch thinks she understands.  Thank you for being 
so generous sir," Emily said, meaning every word.



Dave approached her with a spreader bar in his hand.  Connecting one end to 
one of her ankle manacles, he made her shuffle her feet as far apart as the 
tie he currently had her in would allow.  This was just enough to make it 
possible for him to connect the other end of the spreader bar to her other 
ankle.  Next, he unshackled the chain that held her bound in her bent-double 
position and told her to stand up straight.  The instruction took a couple 
of seconds to register in Emily's spinning brain.  When she did, a scream 
broke free as the change in posture caused her yet more new pain.



As soon as she was able catch her breath again and control her crying, Emily 
stammered out an apology for screaming without permission, thinking she was 
going to be punished again for her outburst.



Dave was particularly pleased to hear her apologize, even though she spoke 
without permission, because it meant she was reacting in the way he'd 
predicted.



"You are allowed to scream unless I forbid it," he told her.  "What you are 
not allowed to do is break the rules, you stupid bitch.  So far, I've only 
given you one rule.  What is the rule?"



"Your stupid bitch only speaks when her master tells her to," she said, 
immediately realizing she'd broken the rule again, which made her sob almost 
uncontrollably.



"So you know what you did, huh slut?" Dave asked.



Emily nodded her head in despair.



"And you know you're going to be punished, don't you?"



Emily began to cry harder, but nodded her head again.



"Stop crying slut," Dave ordered, wondering if Emily had it in her to do so.



Emily was feeling so sorry for herself that try as she might she was unable 
to control her crying, spluttering or hiccupping, which only made her cry 
more.



In the end, Dave just took the crop, walked behind her and gave her two more 
stripes to add to the two already vividly rendered on her butt cheeks.  She 
screamed, but the caning had helped focus her attention away from herself 
again, which in turn helped her stem her crying.



"You need to focus or you wont be able to suck my cock properly," he told 
her.  "And I'm sure you want to be a good cock-sucking slut for me.  What I'll 
do as a reward if you can make me cum within ten minutes is not tie you up 
any more than you are now.  Also, if you desperately want to ask me 
something, you've earned permission to say one word.  You can say the word 
Master and I'll know you want to speak.  But beware.  If you ask a stupid 
question that makes me angry, you'll pay the price!  Do you understand?"



"Your retarded cunt thinks it understands, Master."



"Good.  Now, get down on your knees and prepare your mouth for me."



Emily wondered what he meant, but with difficulty caused by the heels and 
the fact that her arms were still secured behind her back, she finally 
managed to get to her knees anyway.



"There's one thing I'm going to do, because I have no reason to trust you 
yet.  Trust is something you'll have to work really hard to earn," he stated 
flatly.



Dave went to the shelf and picked up a ring-gag that he adjusted and began 
fitting to her head.  While he was fighting with the harness that went 
around the back of her head, he momentarily considered shaving her long 
brown hair to make the job easier.  Then he reconsidered, thinking of the 
benefit of leaving her hair to be tightly braided later on.  Finally the 
ring-gag was in place, effectively locking her jaws open.   Emily hadn't 
resisted at all.



When he was done, he patted her head affectionately and stood back to look 
at her, wondering if it wasn't something akin to a purr she'd just emitted. 
She kneeled in front of him looking straight ahead, the blindfold completely 
blotting out all light from reaching her eyes.  Her bound arms caused her 
back to stay erect and her chest to be pushed out. The bondage bra had 
caused her tits to turn a bluish color although this only highlighted her 
areolas, which draw his eyes' attention to them and made him want to cane or 
whip them, although he knew he wouldn't be doing that just yet.  Her figure 
looked fantastic the way she was kneeling.  Her hips flared out beautifully 
from her cinched waist to her long legs, spread due to the spreader bar 
around her ankles.  The way the ring gag stretched her mouth into an 
inviting cavern was making him harder by the moment.



Emily was juiced.  Here she was, blind, on her knees, restrained, 
uncomfortably gagged, her ass on fire from the recent caning and waiting to 
have a cock rape her mouth.  Yet she couldn't remember ever having been so 
turned on.  If she'd been able to reach her pussy, she would have rubbed it. 
I really am a slut, aren't I? She thought to herself.  When Dave petted her 
head, she almost collapsed.  She couldn't believe herself.  She sincerely 
wanted to thank him for. For what, she didn't know.  Maybe she just wanted 
to say thank you for being gentle with her?  Maybe it was for being harsh 
with her?  Her mind was so overloaded with sensation and emotion that she 
was simply unable to sort out her feelings.  He was so strong and so 
dominant.  He just took what he wanted.  She wondered briefly if maybe that's 
what she liked the most.



When Emily felt the head of Dave's cock slide into her mouth she was 
unprepared for the size of it.  She could tell that he was just feeding her 
the knob, but it filled her mouth so much that she wished she could see the 
whole thing and wrap her hands around it.  She tried to stop her tongue from 
moving but she was just too intrigued at the thought of feeling it.  Dave 
was happy to let her try of wrap her tongue around his knob for a few 
seconds, but quickly grew impatient to really do the job he'd started. 
Grabbing handfulls of her hair, he commenced facefucking her, using her own 
hair to pull her mouth over his cock.  She was drooling over her chin, 
having totally given up attempting to help him get off quickly, when he 
began pulling on her nipples and sliding further into her throat.  She 
squealed around his cock as his nails dug deeply into her sensitive nipples, 
all the more sensitive due to the ring bra he'd fastened earlier.



At last he came, almost choking her as she swallowed his slimy seed as 
quickly as she could.  Dave finally withdrew from the confines of her mouth. 
He bent over and felt between her legs until he located her clit poking 
erectly out of the confines of its sheath within the swampy confines of her 
pussy.  A quick squeeze was all he had to provide her with, for her to cum 
on his hand in a great, shuddering flow.



"Good little cunt," he remarked, again patting her head.  I can see you're 
doing well.  Lets see how good you are at this," he said, before taking hold 
of his now-flaccid cock and pissing on her face, ensuring he got at least 
some into her mouth.  Emily tried to twist her head but her movement was not 
enough to avoid the stream hitting her face and going into her mouth.  She 
was devastated when she felt her body betraying her revulsion at what was 
happening to her as waves of sick pleasure engulfed her whole being.



When he'd finished pissing, he went to the wall, took down a riding crop and 
began swatting Emily's crotch with it.  He didn't hit her particularly hard, 
but he ensured he caught her distended clit on a number of occasions, which 
felt like electric shocks to her.  The combination of the warmth she was 
feeling from the crop against her pussy lips and the fire from the crop 
against her clit was enough to send her screaming and moaning through the 
gag, over the top and into another climax.



Dave's efforts were enough to push Emily beyond her endurance and into 
unconsciousness, leaving her twitching as the aftershocks of her greatest 
ever orgasm racked her tortured body.  Dave smiled down at the 
now-unconscious young soon-to-be slut.  He'd successfully introduced her to 
the world of the forced orgasm.  He felt that she'd almost had enough for 
one day so instead of waking her he simply scooped up her helpless body and 
carried her to his slave-cage.



When Emily woke a few minutes later she couldn't move, but this was 
different.  Instead of being chained into immobility, she was now crammed 
into such a small space that she could hardly move anyway.  Although her 
arms were now free of their bindings and her breasts no longer encased in 
the horrid device he'd used on them, she almost wished he'd left her bound 
as she'd been instead of this!  She didn't even have enough room to maneuver 
her hands to the front of her body where she wanted them so she could cup 
and massage the pains out of her tortured breasts.  This new bondage caused 
her to begin weeping again, just quietly in fear that Dave would punish her 
for it.  When she could cry no longer, she began to explore her changed 
captivity.  She realized she was in a cage, only a cage so small as to allow 
barely any movement.  She seemed to be alone in the dimly lit room that held 
her cage and this made her feel even more alone than she'd ever felt before. 
She needed to use the bathroom and she knew she needed a shower; Dave's piss 
was in her hair and the taste was still in her mouth, mingled with the taste 
of cum he'd pumped into her before pissing on her.



Dave finally got up from the armchair located behind her where he'd been 
sitting quietly.  Walking to the cage, he moved into Emily's field of 
vision.



"This is where you're going to spend your time for a while, slut.  When you 
can show me that you can be a good slut, being allowed out of the cage will 
be your reward.  I know this may take days or even weeks, but don't worry. 
I'll feed you occasionally.  Whenever you want something, simply beg for it 
and I'll consider it.  Simply begging to be allowed out of the cage is not 
an acceptable request however.  That will be punished.  I have electrodes 
that can reach your nipples and clit and I'd love to hear you scream as I 
burn away your sensitive tissues.  Spend your time here thinking on your new 
place and deciding if it's worth crossing me.  Also, think of how you're 
going to please me enough to reward you.  Good night cunt."  With that, Dave 
left the room, leaving Emily to her misery in solitude.



Emily cried herself to sleep in the cage, sure that she was going to die at 
the hands of Dave and also sure that her mom wouldn't even care if she was 
never heard from again.  A couple of times Emily awoke as a cramp seized her 
tortured body.  There was barely any room to move, much less stretch the 
muscle that cramped, but Emily did the best she could, eventually dozing off 
again as the pains temporarily subsided.  She had no idea how long she was 
left alone in her misery before Dave returned, but when he did, she was 
elated that she might be given a chance to show him how good she could be.



Dave looked at Emily through the cage bars, as if inspecting a wild animal. 
Her skin was so brown that Dave momentarily wondered if she had some African 
American in her, then reconsidered as his eyes roamed over the patches of 
alabaster skin that would usually have been covered by some fairly revealing 
bikini. Emily didn't even attempt to meet his gaze, instead lowering her 
head as much as the confined space allowed.



"Good morning," Dave greeted Emily solemnly.  "Tell me what you have 
learned."



"Good morning sir," Emily responded after a moment's silence while she 
gathered her jumbled thoughts.  Part of her wanted to scream at him for 
doing the things he'd done; yet instead she smiled as sweetly as she knew 
how and thought about how she was going to tell him what he wanted to hear. 
She was devastated at herself, but she realized she wanted to just please 
him and be what he wanted her to be. "This stupid cunt has learned that you 
own her and she is your property to do with as you please."  Emily paused 
again, not sure whether she ought to say more or stop there.  Quickly 
deciding that since Dave had told her to tell him everything she'd learned, 
she ought to carry on lest he punish her for missing something he thought 
was important.  "Sir, this dumb slut learned that you have an enormous cock 
that tastes really good and would fill her pussy really full," she gushed, 
speaking quickly to save herself from the additional embarrassment that she 
was sure would halt any further words she might have.  "Sir, would you 
please let your little bitch out of the cage for a few minutes so you could 
sample her pussy?  Please, sir?"



Dave was pleased.  He knew this was just the beginning and that eventually 
Emily would rebel, but he was certainly ready to make the most of this 
little step while it lasted.



"I don't know," he teased.  I kind of like the way you look in the cage.  I 
might just leave you there a little while longer."



"Yes Master," Emily replied, showing no anger, but just disappointment that 
she was not enticing enough.



"Maybe you could convince me what a dirty little slut you can be," he 
suggested.  "What if I don't want to dip my cock into your slimy pussy?  Can 
I put it somewhere else?" he asked.



"Of course sir!  Anywhere else you want," Emily groveled.



"But I might want to fuck your ass," he suggested.



Emily gasped, sure he'd be way too big for her tiny nether-hole, yet she 
knew she'd try just as hard as she could to accommodate him there if he 
really wanted to do it.



"I've never had anything back there, sir.  But your whore will try her best 
to make it good for you."



Dave hadn't expected quite this response.  He expected her to beg to be 
fucked in her pussy or mouth, but to have such quick acquiesce to an ass 
raping was music to his ears and his cock.  He wouldn't take her ass today, 
he knew that, but it made him hard imagining her bent over, inviting his 
anal plunder with an enthusiasm she would not have dreamed of a couple of 
days ago.  He unlocked the cage without another word and Emily forced 
herself to back out, her muscles protesting all the while.  Yet she said 
nothing either, content to be able to move after the hours of immobility. 
Once out of the cage, Emily stayed on hands and knees and turned around so 
that her head was inches from his groin.  Emily looked up at him briefly 
before rubbing her head over his groin like a pussycat begging for 
attention.



"Suck my cock," Dave ordered her.



Emily reached up to unbutton and unzip his pants and received a stinging 
slap on the face for her efforts.



"I didn't tell you to use your hands, did I?"



"No Master, your slave is sorry Master."



Emily carefully worked the zipper of his jeans down using just her tongue, 
lips and teeth.  The button was the hardest part, but eventually she managed 
to get that undone too.  Eventually she was rewarded with the outline of a 
massive erection within Dave's underwear, the knob almost pushing out of the 
waistband.  Emily used her mouth to free Dave's cock from the confines of 
his underwear and began her task in earnest.  A few minutes of this was all 
Dave gave her before pulling out of her mouth, completely ridding himself of 
his pants and underwear, and positioning himself behind her.



Dave roughly pushed Emily's shoulders downwards, making her ass stick up and 
out.  Dave dropped to his knees behind Emily and took his slippery cock in 
his hand.  When he rubbed it against the lips of her pussy he was pleased to 
feel how wet she was.



"You pussy is absolutely gushing, you slut," he announced to Emily.  It 
feels like you're ready for my cock."



"Yes sir," a humiliated Emily said quietly.



Dave slapped her ass hard with his hand.  "I asked you a question and I 
expect a full answer.  I want to know if you want my cock in your slimy 
heifer cunt.  Tell me!"



"Yes, I want your big, hard cock filling my slutty wet pussy sir!" Emily 
whimpered.



She gasped as Dave slid his full length slowly into her in one thrust.  He 
then withdrew almost all the way out and slipped it home, faster this time. 
Dave quickly built up a momentum, feeling Emily gripping his cock with her 
pussy harder with each thrust, finally letting out little grunts that turned 
to whines and then to squeals as he pounded her harder and harder.



"Do you want to cum, my little slut?" Dave asked.



"Yes. yes. please. I wanna cum, Master," Emily pleaded.



"Whose slut are you?" Dave asked her while he continued pounding her.



"Yours sir!  This little cunt belongs to you!"



"And what will you do for me if I keep you as my slut and make you cum like 
you've never cum before?



Emily was on the verge of cumming and although she knew what she was saying 
was just to please Dave so he wouldn't hurt her anymore, she meant it when 
she said, "Anything sir!!  You are my master and I'll do anything!! Just 
please don't stop now!"



She'd no more than uttered her last word when her pussy gripped Dave's cock 
like a vice and she came as she'd never cum before.  It went on and on as 
Dave continued to poke her with his whole length.  Emily screamed through 
her orgasm and came again immediately when Dave grabbed a nipple with each 
hand and pulled on them violently, stretching them away from her chest. 
Most of the women Dave had been with for the first time sagged under his 
assault when he first fucked them.  Emily was different though.  Even though 
she'd cum twice and was obviously tired, she kept herself in position for 
him to continue his thrusts into her now well-stretched pussy.  When Dave 
was almost ready to cum, he grabbed a handful of Emily's long brown hair and 
pulled the back of her head down so she was almost looking at the ceiling.



"Do you want me to fill your scummy cunt with my cum, you whore?" Dave 
demanded.



"Yes, please, please fill me up!" Emily pleaded.



That was all Dave needed to hear.  He began to squirt huge amounts of his 
creamy seed into her gripping pussy.  He let go of her hair and grabbed her 
slim waist, forcing himself even more deeply into her tight, warm fuckhole. 
The feeling of his cum filling her cunt forced another orgasm out of her and 
was enough to completely drain the last of her energy.  She slumped to the 
ground under Dave, causing his cock to slip out of her and his cum to begin 
squeezing it's way out of her still-spasming cunt hole.



Emily recovered quickly and in fact Dave was still recovering himself when 
she turned herself around and actually used her own hair to wipe their 
combined juices off his cock.



"May I speak sir?" she asked when she'd finished.



"What is it slut?" Dave asked, not really caring too much at this point.



"I have never had such an intense orgasm in my life," she gushed, "Much less 
three!  If this is what it means to be your slut, I am yours, without 
reservation!



"Good.  I expect no less than that.  Now get back in the cage slut."



"But Master, haven't I been good?"



"So?"



"But you said I wouldn't have to be in the cage if I was good," Emily 
practically sobbed.



"You don't get it yet, do you slut?  You do what I want, whenever I want. If 
I want to whip you, I'll whip you.  If I want you to cum, I'll make you cum. 
If I want to loan you to a friend, all you have to do is make him happy and 
if I tell you to get your fat ass into the cage, you'll do it without 
question, understand?"



"But Da. Master, it's so uncomfortable!"



"This is how it works, cunt.  I give you a point for being good.  Each time 
I think you've done something good, you add a point to your total.  Every 
time you're a naughty little cunt, you get a point taken off.  If you end up 
with negative points, I'll figure out a punishment to suit.  Now, this is 
the only time you'll hear me repeat an instruction.  Get your fucking ass 
into the cage now!" Dave shouted at the frightened female.



"Emily hesitated too long while she processed this new information.  As soon 
as she heard Dave quietly count '1', she was moving towards the cage and the 
confinement she hated so much.  As soon as Dave had locked the door behind 
her, she realized that she badly needed to use the bathroom.



"Can I speak master," Emily asked from the tiny cage.



"No," replied Dave, walking to the door and turning off the light.



Emily was left in the near darkness once more, but now totally aware of her 
need to pee.  She held it for hours until the cramps forced her to relieve 
herself right where she was, which only embarrassed her even more, making 
her sob at the shame of her position.



Dave kept her in the cage for the better part of a week, letting her out to 
provide him with sexual satisfaction as well as some of the most intense 
orgasms she'd ever had, to take a shower when she got too smelly and to run 
5 miles, naked on the treadmill.  While she was out, he let her eat out of a 
bowl he put on the ground.  At first he tied her elbows behind her back so 
she couldn't use her hands.  After a couple of days he stopped that, pleased 
that she'd gotten the idea and didn't even attempt to use them, instead 
making the most of them to hold the bowl in place while she lapped at her 
food like a dog.  Every day, he'd use a fire hose to wash down the concrete 
floor of his dungeon, taking care of the wastes she'd produced.  Sometimes 
he left her in the cage while he did so, enjoying the way she'd shriek as 
the freezing water jetted against her skin.  He knew her last day in the 
cage had arrived when he just pointed at the open cage door and she didn't 
hesitate at all, but instead hurried into her steel prison so he could lock 
the door.



On the first day of the second week with him, Dave allowed Emily something 
to wear.  It wasn't much, in fact just a bolero jacket with no buttons.  The 
jacket did more to accentuate Emily's nudity rather than cover it, yet Emily 
felt like it was her birthday.  The day before, Dave had left her alone in 
his own bathroom to prepare herself for him and it never even occurred to 
her to attempt to escape, not that she could have anyway.  All that was on 
her mind was the hot bath she was going to have and how she was going to 
best present herself to be taken by Dave.



In just a week, she'd become almost addicted to the way Dave made her feel 
when he took her.  Everything from performing oral sex on him to spreading 
her legs for him made her instantly wet.  The previous day, when he'd gone 
down on her was burned into her memory like a brand.  He'd tied her up so 
she was helpless, her arms cuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling and her 
legs spread and fastened to receptacles in the concrete floor.  He had 
blindfolded her and had begun slowly torturing her helpless body with first 
a feather, then gently with a riding crop.  By the time he touched her pussy 
with the tip of his tongue, she was so primed that she'd orgasmed before he'd 
even touched her clit.



Standing in front of the mirror the next day, she wondered what she could do 
to make herself more attractive to the man that was soon to rape her again. 
Emily had never been particularly imaginative, so it was difficult for her 
to think of any way she could improve her look for him.  If he'd allowed her 
clothing, she felt she could have at least dressed sexily for him.  Emily 
was about to give it up when an idea struck her.  Quickly she got out of the 
cabinet what she needed and when, after her bath, Dave saw her, she stood 
self-consciously in front of him fighting the urge to cover her breasts from 
his gaze by interlocking her fingers behind her back.



Emily had always been very aware of how easily her nipples hardened and how 
distended they got, even when she didn't feel particularly aroused, so 
generally she wore padded bras and sweaters to hide what she considered her 
biggest flaw.  When naked in front of a man, her arms or hair usually 
covered her breasts.  Now, she was being inspected and her nipples were 
almost painfully hard and completely exposed to his gaze, her hair tied with 
a simple scrunchie behind her head.  The fact that Dave could see her pussy 
didn't cause any embarrassment at all.  That was one part of her body that 
she felt particularly pleased with.  She was even happier with it now, 
because she was freshly shaven, the brown curls erased using Dave's shaver 
and her bald mound, as with the rest of her naked skin, glistening with a 
coating of baby oil.



Dave spoke almost softly to a fully aroused Emily as he appraised the vision 
in front of him.  "You, my dear, are going to have to learn to keep those 
nipples as ripe as they look right now."



Without another word, he latched onto the nipple closest to him with his 
lips and Emily almost collapsed as the sensations ripped through her.  It 
was as if her nipple had been hotwired to her clit.  When his teeth gently 
bit down, she came just as hard as she had when he'd gone down on her pussy. 
She was so out of it that only when Dave released her nipple and wondered 
out loud if he was going to be able to get another finger in her, did she 
realize that he already had three fingers inside her steaming little love 
canal and her body was about to succumb to yet another orgasm.  As she came 
again, she felt sorrow that Dave had been unable to force his fourth finger 
in.  She felt she'd let him down and vowed to herself that next time, she 
would try harder to take his whole hand, and wrist, if he tried.

Dave had been so pleased with her progress that he decided to reward her 
with the bolero jacket, making sure to remind her that her fabulous nipples 
had to stay as hard and as well displayed as she could keep them.  From that 
moment onwards, Emily no longer thought of her nipples as a flaw.  Dave 
liked them, so she now considered them as an asset.



The evening of the eighth day of her time with Dave was also the first day 
she begged him for sex.  Wearing her new jacket, she posed for him, 
thrusting her chest out invitingly.



"Please sir, your slut is so horny.  Would you please consider filling this 
worthless cunt with your precious cum?  Your whore promises she'll clean 
your fuck club off really good afterwards if you want," she groveled.



This was another first for her.  He'd cum in her mouth, but the thought of 
tasting her own juices was something she'd never considered before and 
something she found herself looking forward to, if he'd allow it.  Dave 
hesitated a moment to ensure it fully registered that he was agreeing to do 
her that 'favor' before he took her right there in the living room from 
behind.  He considered taking her anal cherry, as that was one thing he'd 
yet to force upon her, but decided that he'd reinforce the benefits of her 
cooperation by doing her in the way she wanted instead.  He did tell her 
before blowing his wad in her that the next time he fucked her it'd be in 
her ass.  Cleaning off his cock after sex was just as exciting as Emily had 
imagined and even the thought of being raped in her ass did not diminish the 
heat building once again between her slippery thighs.



Dave was gentle with her when, true to his promise, he fucked her ass the 
next day.  He took it slowly, rubbing her clit with his fingers while just 
the head of his cock penetrated her sphincter.  He took her to the very edge 
of orgasm, walking her through the best way to receive his cock as he slid 
evermore deeply into her rear entrance, finally taking her over the edge and 
into the abyss of orgasm as the hair on his balls touched her dripping pussy 
lips.  Afterwards, Emily wanted to talk about how she felt about anal sex 
but knew Dave wouldn't want to hear it.  She did thank him for introducing 
her to this exciting new facet of sex, but she had to keep to herself the 
unfathomable emotions she knew would bore or maybe even anger him.  She 
wanted more than anything to talk to someone.  She had so many questions 
that she needed answers to.  Primarily, she had just one that demanded an 
answer.  It hurt so much to have a cock in her ass, yet she thought she'd be 
happy if Dave only ever fucked her there in the future.  How could that be, 
she needed to know.  Dave demanding that she clean him off interrupted her 
musing.  She got slowly to her feet to find a cloth and almost fainted when 
Dave told her to use her mouth.



It was a test Dave had been waiting to give her.  Although he knew women 
well and Emily better than many, he was fairly sure, but wasn't fully 
confident, that she would do his bidding in this matter.  He gave himself a 
mental pat on the back when, with a tear sliding down her cheek, Emily 
dropped to her knees in front of him.  She closed her eyes, opened her mouth 
and engulfed his slippery, brown-stained member before she changed her mind. 
As she cleaned him off, surprised that she was able to avoid retching, two 
thoughts crossed her mind.  She once again wished she had someone to talk to 
and she vowed that she'd keep her nether entrance clean in future.



Before the first two weeks had passed, Dave had taken Emily out of the 
house, dressed in a manner that would have made a stripper blush.  She wore 
the bolero, thigh-high stiletto boots Dave had purchased especially for her 
and a string thong.  Her tits were pushed out, as she knew he liked and her 
nipples were fully distended, easily a quarter inch long.  Even though Dave's 
car was in the garage and she was not easily visible from the street, Emily 
was shaking badly as she traversed the few steps to the passenger door. 
Dave had told her nothing of where they were going and she was dressed in 
more clothing than any time since being with Dave.  Emily was amazed at 
herself when she discovered that she was shaking so badly not in 
embarrassment, although she was feeling acutely humiliated, but that she was 
so turned on that she was almost cumming without even being touched.



In the car, Dave ordered her to masturbate and as soon as she pulled aside 
the tiny thong to get at her pussy, Dave was rewarded with a very verbal 
climax, the motion of the fabric being dragged across her pussy lips enough 
to finish the job of making her cum.  She dutifully played with herself 
anyway as Dave drove, getting off twice more and sitting in a puddle of her 
own juices when she became aware that Dave had stopped.  They were in a 
drive-thru and Dave was about to order burgers.  Her face was crimson when 
they pulled up to the window and although she couldn't see the attendant and 
the attendant couldn't see her face, she heard the voice of a female gasp as 
the attendant saw Emily's crotch in the passenger seat.  Emily wanted to die 
of embarrassment, but instead, climaxed again.



Afterwards, Dave took her home, made her walk up the drive and wait outside 
the garage while he parked.  When Dave took her inside to fuck her, he found 
that she was so drenched that he was able to lubricate himself in her pussy 
then fuck her ass without any need for the K-Y jelly he'd used previously.



Dave's best gift to Emily was on the last day of her first two weeks with 
him.  She was giving him a blowjob when the doorbell rang.  Emily tensed, 
hoping Dave wouldn't ask her to answer it, but instead, he just told the 
caller to come in.  Dave had been expecting this visitor, so was not 
surprised when a tall redhead entered with a little Asian girl on a leash 
following on her hands and knees.  Emily stopped the blowjob, automatically 
covering her breasts and sitting back on her knees as the redhead appraised 
her.  Try as she might, even following a second warning from Dave, she 
couldn't continue the blowjob in front of other women.  Dave slapped her 
hard across the face, leaving fingerprints.  Feeling pain like that after so 
long was enough and Emily, now sobbing, went back to the task at hand.  As 
she sucked on Dave's cock, Dave began a conversation with the redhead.



They talked for a couple of minutes as if Emily or the Asian weren't even 
there, Dave explaining that Emily had only been with him for a couple of 
weeks and wasn't yet used to company.  When the redhead suggested that Dave 
might consider piercing his female as her 'pet' had been pierced, Dave took 
a better look at the Asian.  She had nice little horizontal barbells through 
each nipple and a ring through her septum.  The additional stimulation the 
thought of piercing provided was enough to cause Dave to flood Emily's mouth 
with a torrent of cum.  As Emily greedily swallowed his load, Dave concurred 
that piercing Emily would be a fitting way to remind her not to hesitate 
when he gave her an instruction.  After pulling his softening cock from 
Emily's mouth, Dave told her to take pet to the kitchen and prepare 
something for their guest.  Dave pulled up his pants and sat on the couch 
next to the redhead, dismissing Emily and the Asian to their assigned task.



After the snack, the redhead and Dave went to the bedroom, leaving Emily to 
get to know pet.  While Dave noisily screwed the redhead in private, Emily 
tidied up the living room and the kitchen, the whole time chatting with pet. 
She finally had someone to talk to!  She listened as pet told her how she'd 
met her mistress and how pet had always been submissive, finding herself 
identifying with much of what pet revealed to her.  Emily didn't immediately 
understand pet's desire to be tied or punished, but could easily relate to 
pet's stories of her regular humiliations.  When she asked about pet's 
pierced nipples and septum, pet gave her a detailed account of the day she'd 
been accepted by her mistress.



"It was a little less than a year ago," pet began.



"I have to tell it from the beginning, coz you have to understand why.  My 
boyfriend had taken me to a bar, basically to pimp me out.  We were both 
unemployed because I'd recently been laid off and Tim hadn't been sober 
enough to work for a couple of years.  You know, it's amazing what you'll do 
when you're hungry enough," pet added, as if in justification.



"Anyway, this tall, beautiful redhead walked in. That's mistress, by the 
way.  She looked at me, looked at Tim, and just came straight over.  I still 
don't know how she knew, but she got into a conversation with Tim right 
away.  The next thing I knew, she was giving Tim a hundred bucks and telling 
me to follow her.  Right from the beginning I had no choice.  I just 
followed her out of the bar.  She took me to her place, made me shower, then 
she made me stand in the middle of this big, loft apartment naked while she 
looked me over.  I'd never been so embarrassed, or turned on!  Eventually 
she told me to kneel and she just walked up to me and lifted her skirt.  She 
wore no panties but she had a cute little red bush.  I never knew redheads 
had red pubic hair!  So then, she told me to start licking her pussy.  I'd 
never been with a woman before, and I had never even thought about actually 
doing it with a girl like some dyke or anything, but what choice did I have? 
So I just sort of imagined what I'd like.  Boy was I surprised when I found 
that she tasted good!  She grabbed my head and pushed me harder against her 
crotch when she came.  I couldn't breath and was gasping for air when she 
let me go.  I was still recovering when she reached down and found out how 
wet I'd gotten.  I felt so humiliated to be caught getting wet from doing 
lezzy stuff.  But she wasn't finished.  She told me she'd paid for me and 
she planned on getting her money's worth.  When she walked away then came 
back a few seconds later with a rope, I got terrified.  I thought she was 
some kind of murderer or something and I was looking at the door wondering 
how I was going to get away. She must have known what I was thinking coz she 
told me she wouldn't damage me if I was good and for some reason, I believed 
her.  Yeah, she really used the word 'damage'.  She wasn't even lying I 
guess, because all she did was tie me up, finger me to orgasm, then made me 
do her again.  After that, she whipped me.  I know that sounds bad, but the 
way she did it got me all hot again.  When she was completely done, I was 
exhausted, but I'd had the best time I'd ever had with anyone and I told her 
so. After I got dressed, she gave me a hundred bucks for myself and said 
that if I were smart, I'd lose the boyfriend.  She also gave me a business 
card that had her name and number on it.  She told me that if I wanted a 
better life, she'd take me and make me hers and that I had a week to decide. 
When I got back to the bar, Ted had drank away the hundred she'd given him 
and was ready to pimp me out again.  I told him he was a cocksucker and 
left. The next day I met with Mistress and she told me that if I was going 
to be hers, I wouldn't be like her girlfriend or anything, but her toy.  She'd 
give me everything I needed and would look after me, but there was going to 
be a price.  When she told me she would pierce my nipples and nose, I almost 
changed my mind.  As you can see, I didn't."



"But it must have hurt!" Emily blurted out.



"Not the nose, but the nipples did.  I was glad I was strapped to a chair! 
Mistress took me to a friend of hers who does piercing, sat me in his 
dentists chair, and used duct tape to attach my wrists to the arms of the 
chair.  She then used more tape around my neck so I could hardly move. 
Mistress told me I had to watch what was done while she unbuttoned my blouse 
and used a pair of scissors to cut my bra off right up the front.  Then her 
friend came in and he was a big ugly biker guy.  He looked at me, ogled my 
boobs for a little while and even cupped them and bounced them around a bit. 
This was a guy I'd never seen before and he just walked up to me and started 
playing with my tits like he did it every day!  I was mortified.  And my 
pussy started dripping I was so turned on!  He asked Mistress if I wanted 
the job done the nice way or the memorable way.  Of course Mistress chose 
the memorable way!  Mistress came around behind the chair and grabbed 
handfuls of my hair, using them like handles to push my head down so I 
couldn't miss what was being done.  The guy went to a nearby table, picked 
up these huge pliers and came towards me.  If Mistress hadn't been holding 
my hair so tightly, I think I would have fainted.  I started yelling, NO, 
NO, but the guy just ignored me.  In his other hand he held a swab soaked in 
alcohol.  He rubbed it all over my nipple and the alcohol was so cold it 
made my nipple really hard.  I was begging him not to do it but he took the 
pliers, placed the jaws over my nipple and squeezed.  I screamed, although 
it didn't really feel all that bad.  It was just an automatic reaction, I 
guess.  What really hurt was when he picked up a HUGE needle and pushed it 
through a hole in one of the jaws of the pliers, right through my nipple and 
then through a hole in the other jaw.  I think I did faint that time because 
the next thing I remember seeing was the barbell that's on there now.  I 
managed to stay awake when he did the other side, although it hurt just as 
much, so I know that he slid the needle all the way through, pulled it out 
the other side, then quickly pushed the bar through before removing the 
pliers.  The balls go on the ends last.  Mistress told me that I was nearly 
hers and that she was proud of me for being so brave, although I didn't feel 
all that brave after making such a scene.  When the guy did my nose, I tried 
really hard, held my head really still and didn't say anything until he was 
finished.  Then after that, I was owned.  I had a mistress!  You've got a 
master, so you know what it's like.  Like nothing else ever!  I began 
crying, but I was trying to thank Mistress at the same time.  It was really 
weird.  Sure, my tits hurt a bit, but I was happier than I'd ever been 
before.  There's no way you'll be able to imagine the feeling of being 
marked as property unless you're lucky enough to get your master's mark, 
whatever form it takes.  When mistress pulled my pants and underwear down, 
right in front of the piercing guy and stuck a couple of fingers in me, I 
came harder than I had in years."



When she began relating her own stories, pet asked if Emily minded her 
masturbating while she listened.  Pet told her that her mistress insisted 
she cum as many times every day as she could and even though masturbating in 
front of others embarrassed her, it made it so much better that she looked 
forward to doing it any time she could.  She didn't quite know how it 
happened, but when Dave came into the room a couple of hours later, he found 
Emily rubbing pet's clit while pet rubbed hers.



Emily snatched her hand back when she saw Dave, but instead of being angry, 
Dave ordered her to finish what she'd started.  When pet's mistress entered 
behind Dave and saw what was happening, she berated pet for not offering her 
mouth to Emily's pussy.  While Emily did her best to finger pet's pussy, her 
face was beet-red as she submitted to pet's ministrations, never having done 
anything sexual with a woman before.  When she came however, it was almost 
as violently as she did with Dave.  It was not a long time after her first 
female-induced orgasm that Emily's face was lovingly buried between pet's 
open thighs for Dave's enjoyment as well as hers.



After that first meeting, Emily saw pet every day for the next week.  She 
saw how the redhead treated pet and became even more comfortable with the 
way Dave treated her, looking forward to the times Dave would have her do 
some of the things the redhead made pet do.  Pet and her talked about what 
Dave was doing to Emily, pet full of praise for how well Emily's 'training' 
was going.   The two were ordered to make each other cum almost hourly when 
they were together and Emily quickly learned to let go of the vestiges of 
her former modesty.  Emily, who had never even had a fleeting thought of 
being attracted to another female before, eagerly awaited every one of pet's 
visits and the talking and sex involved.  Pet was with them and lip-locked 
with Emily when Dave personally pierced Emily's nipples and pussy, screaming 
in pain and orgasm as each of the new holes was made in her flesh.



At the end of the third week of Emily's training, Dave felt that Emily was 
more than ready for the final test he had planned for her.  He'd kept Emily's 
stepfather Bob advised of her progress complete with the video he'd promised 
and now was the day he was to show the 'new' Emily off in person.  Emily 
knew something big was to happen, but Dave didn't share what it would be, 
which was not unusual.  Dave did allow Emily to spend a couple of hours 
alone with pet, explaining that it'd be her last chance for a while as pet 
was to be sent away for additional training.  Emily spent the time mostly 
cuddling with pet and even tortured her a little in ways she herself had 
come to find stimulating.  It was with sadness that she bid pet farewell, 
yet as the time for Emily's latest test was drawing nearer, part of her mind 
turned to what was to be in store for her.

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