Perverts 'R' Us

Goldie and the Seven Hells: Hell 3 (Training)

By Rose Bud ( f/b, f-solo, viol, pedo, fdom, hum, reluc )

Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.

While a wickedly smiling young woman drives, there is a mother just now calling for her little boy. Soon the mother will be in hell as she realizes that the reason he is not answering is because he is nowhere to be seen or found.

However, let's continue with the current hell in progress and the new one soon to start. This new hell, if "Goldie" were to think in such terms, would be one of "training", as "Goldie" likes to think of it.

Several hours have gone by and Goldie has finally arrived at her location. It is a piece of property that can really be called an estate - a large house that is almost mansion-like, which is surrounded by lots of property. The property is lightly forested and there are grassy areas. The grounds were at one time immaculate, but are currently just cut back every few months to keep it from going wild. The grounds are also tended to whenever there is a prospective buyer, so as to make it more appealing.

Goldie's mother is overseeing the sale of the place. However, what has been frustrating Goldie's mother so much about the house are its owners. The house and lands were an inheritance to several children of the deceased and each has an idea of their own as to how much the house is worth. Whenever the house has a prospective buyer, the owners go crazy over trying to wring out as much as they can and they don't listen to Goldie's mother's professional opinion. This has led to several disappointments as the prospective buyers are run off.

Goldie knows that if it were not for the substantial commission that was attached to the property, her mother would tell them all to screw off. They are such idiots for not listening to her mother. Her mother can be one serious ball-buster when it came to wheeling and dealing, if those stupid people would just listen. Goldie also knows that it is the men who are being stupid. Men are all evil pigs.

Her mother has raised her to know just how selfish and dumb males are and that the only thing they think about is what they think with. Their cocks. This is why her mother is only twenty-six years old, though she passes herself as being in her early thirties.

Goldie has pieced together that her mother had been assaulted at eleven and by twelve she had given birth to 'Goldie'. Though Goldie is passed off as being seventeen, she knows that when she does the math she is only around fourteen. Goldie's mother has never gone into length about their past, but Goldie knows that her mother had run away with her at a very young age.

All that Goldie remembers are vague memories of the early years. To a large extent, the memories are dark, painful, and mercifully mostly buried. However, some do slip through occasionally. Most times they come through in her nightmares. She dimly remembers a nasty, mean man that would hurt her mother and another woman who would stand by, weakly weeping, doing nothing. She faintly remembers that the bad man started turning his attentions toward Goldie and that's when her mother ran off. Goldie believes her mother ran off when Goldie was five. She now believes them to be her mother's parents, which makes them her grandparents. Though Goldie's mother doesn't talk about those years, she feels in her heart she knows who her father is and she feels nothing but disgust toward all things male.

Goldie's mother has no use for men or their attentions and she has raised Goldie in the same belief. However, Goldie's opinions differ from her mother's on how best to use cock and balls. Hah! Further, she knows that males are dogs, no matter their age. Case in point. Her first little boy experience and now her new little boy toy in the trunk. Even at eight, he had been already lusting after her body!

Well, Goldie was going to definitely enjoy training this little puppy to behave properly. She was going to train him to obey her every wish and command like the little dog he is, or she was going to break him. Literally. She is all tingly inside and the thought of breaking him squirms in her gut and mind. Maybe she'll do it anyway for the fun. For the screams.

Goldie's mother took the healthiest way that she possibly could think of to deal with her demons. Goldie, on the other hand, is filled with the need to strike out and hurt. She is filled with evil intent and she plans to let her desires run free. All of these thoughts and feelings squirm around in Goldie's sick, twisted mind as she completes the final leg of the trip. She first has to put in the code for the key-coded gate and then begin the lengthy travel up the drive. It is forested on both sides. Yes indeed, this is a VERY secluded place. Ah! She is now pulling in front of the house and she then turns off the engine.

Then it hits her. FEAR. Fear of what she has done. Fear of what could have happened if caught. Fear that she could still get caught. Fear telling her that maybe she should stop. Fear telling her to let her toy go. There is so much tension in her from that fear! Fear and tension she had not even been aware of, because it had been covered over with her twisted desires. Now, though it has come bounding out like some Jack in the Box.

Then with startling suddenness, it all comes crashing down and she breaks down weeping. She thinks about what she has done and about what she plans to do. Her dark desires sicken but excite her and she is confused. What should she do? She cries for several minutes until she throws open the car door and goes bounding out to some bushes. There she deposits her last meal. She then falls back onto the grass in a crumpled heap and weeps softly until her emotional exhaustion causes her to fall into slumber. She sleeps for about an hour.

She comes to with a sudden start and is sweating. She had another nightmare. One of her worst. She is confused and completely disoriented. She takes stock of who she is, where she is, and what she is about. Then a smile spreads across her face. She no longer has those doubts and fears. Only supreme confidence in herself and in her intentions. She's done it! She's nabbed herself a nasty little male and she IS going to torture him. Mercilessly. Joyfully. She is going to make him fear her. Then love her. Fear her some more, and so on. She is going to make him scream and scream. She's going to make him beg for death. Her pussy is twitching badly now and her tits harden.

However, she still has a residue of nervousness and adrenaline coursing through her body from the total fear that she experienced just a short time ago. Both from her flight with her toy and, even worse yet, her nightmare. Both have left a bad taste in her mouth and have caused anger to burn in her chest. She knows just how to deal with that. Oh yes she does! She is now going to take it out on the object that initiated her fear. She's going to go to the source. It's time to play with her boy toy. Oh yes it is!

She gets up and brushes herself off. She then slowly walks to the car. She comes to the trunk and opens it. She looks in and sees a sight that makes her go half crazy with rage and excitement both. The little boy is soundly asleep and he has pissed himself! Though by now it is dried she can clearly smell the foul odor. Oh sure. Maybe he couldn't have helped it. But it is a first good punishment lesson. One in which she was going to enjoy. Very much so.

She can clearly see that he wept himself to sleep because his eyes are still puffy. Further, he is curled up sucking his thumb like a little baby and the other arm is pressed between his legs.

During the long trip, she had no worries about his relative comfort and survival. The trunk had been padded, not just for sound but to keep him from getting bruised or seriously hurt. Hurting him is going to be HER job! She had also ran some ducting to the trunk to keep the temperature comfortable and she even had a blanket, which he was currently partially wrapped in. The ducting she did herself. She is very intelligent and resourceful. The main reason why her mother lets her have so much free rein. The other being that her mother can't bring herself to EVER discipline her.

The most her mother ever does is to counsel her. Mainly about boys. Hah! The two of them were so much alike in personality, brains and even looks. They could almost pass as twin sister! Happily her mother says that Goldie has apparently no traits from her father. Goldie even likes to think that she got ALL her genes from her mother.

She stares for a time at the boy and she can almost feel some warm tender feelings toward him. He does look awfully cute as he lays there. He looks almost like an angle. She would even consider calling him a little angle, if it weren't for the fact that he had some nastiness dangling between his small legs. She begins to rub herself. Nastiness that had to be..... trained..... punished...... tormented.......

"Oh yeah, you little bastard. I'm going hurt you." Rub. "I'm going to thoroughly abuse that nastiness you've got stashed there between your legs." Rub. Rub. "Make you scream and curse for being brought into this world. Make you curse your own nastiness. Oh yes, I am. You're my little toy now." Goldie is now panting and the moisture builds between her own legs and her teats stand up firm and aroused. Her own body is still not even fully developed but it knows what it wants. It wants to give pain. Excruciating pain.

Then she suddenly stops. She has gone through too much to simply jack off here and now. Oh no. She wanted to enjoy her toy. She reaches down and brutally grabs him and lifts him up and out of the trunk.

"Wake up, you little shit!" she screams. The little boy instantly comes awake and hollers and cries. "Time I punish you for being a bad little boy. Hell, it's time to punish you for BEING a boy!"

He struggles in her arms and wails in despair. "I want my mommy! I want my mommy!" She slams down the trunk while holding him in one arm and begins to carry him toward the front steps.

"Well, your mommy isn't here. Nor is she going to be here you little faggot!" He struggles forcefully.

She becomes enraged and she throws him to the ground harshly. He hits with a thump and gasp and then simply lays there. Fear courses through her.

"Oh shit. I've killed him!" she thinks desperately. But then the boy inhales harshly and begins to wail and cry loudly.

"Whew. I just knocked the air out of him. Good. Hate for the little brat to die before I got to have at least some fun. Hah."

She stands over him, crouches and then lays him out flat and straddles his waist. She pins his arms down with her legs and now his face is completely vulnerable. Her crotch is pressed firmly on top of his.

"Stop your yelling!" She then slaps him and grinds her crotch into his.

"Stop!" She hits him harder and she grinds harder.

"Leave me alone! Why are you hurting meeee..." Slap.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, you little shit!" She is enjoying slapping him so forcefully, while he begs and weeps.

With each command she slaps a bit harder and grinds harder. Her pussy is building up even more moisture and heat and it soaks her panties and thighs thoroughly. He is still screaming and she finally backhands him and dazes him. She has even split his bottom lip slightly and a trickle of blood forms. He now just lays there dazed and confused, as she begins to hump his little crotch. She stares into his eyes.

"Listen to me, you little shit. I'M in control. I'M the boss. I'M the one to decide if you live or die! NOT your mommy. NOT anyone else, for that matter. Got it yet, you dumb little shit!" She screams in his face, panting as she floods both of their crotches with her excitement. Her body convulses and her face screws up between pleasure and rage, as she orgasms. With total fear in his eyes he dumbly nods his head yes, while he still weeps and sniffles.

"Good. That's lesson one." She pants. "No one is going to help you and you're all mine to do with as I please. Now get up!" She then stands up, with her dripping pussy, and hoists him to his feet. She looks at his crotch and legs and sees that he is sopping wet from her aroused sex and cum. He looks down as well and he spreads his legs open in disgust. She then gets an idea. She reaches between her legs and smears some pussy juice and cum onto her fingers.

"Here, dumbshit. Smell this." she commands him. He shakes his head no and she slaps him with the other hand hard. His face is all red from all the abuse.

"I said to sniff it!" she screeches.

The boy cringes and instantly takes a whiff. It's that same nasty smell he first smelled, but way worse. His face scrunches up in disgust and he realizes that its the same stuff on his crotch and that it's not his own pee, but must be hers. Though it doesn't smell like pee.

"Don't like how my pussy smells? That's OK. You'll have plenty of time to get used to it and to appreciate it." she says meanly and she smears it across his face and he gags and backs away. He tries wiping it off but stops as he gets the sticky stuff on his hands. Great! Now he has the gross stuff on his hands as well as his crotch and face. He sobs and begins to try to walk away numbly.

"Uh uh. Get your ass up those stairs and into the house. Now!" She spins him and, as he turns, she kicks him in the butt causing him to lunge forward toward the steps. He falls onto them and scrambles up to the door.

She follows and she opens the door to let them in. Once inside she closes it and locks it behind them. She then grabs him by the neck and leads him toward the room she has prepared.

She smiles as she looks down at his scrumptious little tush, as it moves up and down in his shorts. Oh, that will have to be the first place to start. No need to go right to the most fun spot when there are so many others on him. Hah!

They enter the room and again she locks this one behind them. She then turns threateningly toward him and he backs away in fear.

"Sit there on the bed." She orders him. She then begins to check the room over to ensure that everything is ready and locked up properly till needed. Then she starts the video equipment. She wants to record what is to happen to this pathetic male. Then she turns and sees him just standing there still.

"Dumb shit! Get on the fucking bed!"

He is still weeping and sniffling and he instantly does as he is told. He sits on it and he brings his knees up to his chest, buries his feet into his crotch protectively and wraps his arms around his legs. The memory of what she did to his pee-pee is still vivid in his mind. She watches him do this and she smiles wickedly, as she realizes what must be going through his mind.

"Oh, don't want me to punish your cock and balls?" She laughs. He has a confused look. "The things between your legs. Your pee-pee, numb nuts." She teases. He instantly tightens up and she bursts out laughing more.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to. At least not yet," she remarks menacingly. The boy begins shivering in fear.

"I want my mommy," he pleads to no one in particular. Then he looks at her and yells at the top of his voice, "I want my mommy!!!"

"Oh, OK, Sweetie. Just one second." she taunts. "Would the mother of this nasty boy please step forward?" she mocks. "Huh, nobody. OK, how about this? Would the OWNER of this nasty dick dangling piece of shit please step forward."

She then walks right up to the edge of the bed threateningly and the boy shuffles back against the wall and slides down to the corner. She leers down at him.

"Huh. I guess that would be ME!" she hisses. Her face is screwed up in an ugly manner and the boy pisses himself. She sniffs and rage shows on her face.

"Oh, that's it. Stand up. Stand up!" she yells. He shakes his head no and buries his face.

"If you don't listen to me, I swear I'm going to cut off your pee-pee right now!" The boy's head snaps up and he wails and shakes his head no forcefully.

"No, no, no. Please don't cut it off," he whimpers.

"Nope. You won't listen and you're a nasty little boy that pees himself. Time to cut if off. Maybe then you'll listen or at least you won't have your pee-pee to piss with anymore!" Goldie says gleefully and grabs him by the ankles and pulls him off the bed and onto the floor. She begins to lift him and he wiggles in her hands clutching his genitals protectively.

"Noooooo!" He screams. She lets go and lets him drop. "Then will you listen to me you little shit?" she smiles.

"Yes!" he wails.

"Yes what?" He only stares at her fearfully. "It's 'Yes, Mistress Goldie'. Say it." she orders him sternly.

"Y.. y... yes, Mis... Mistress G.. Gol.. die," he squeaks out pitifully.

"No!" she bellows and the little boy wets himself more and whimpers.

"It's not y.. y.. yes this or m... m... m... that! It's 'Yes, Mistress Goldie! Now say it!" The boy swallows and gulps.

"Yes, Mistress G.. Goldie." The boy says and curls up in fear clutching his pee-pee. He is staring at her in total horror now, since he stammered. He knows she is now going to cut it off like she said and he whimpers. However, she seems to relax.

"OK, not bad little man. I'll let it slide. But you always call me that or snip!" With that she makes like a cutting action toward him and he whimpers.

"For now I guess I'll let you keep that nasty little thing between your legs. Now stand up." The little boy is hesitant. "Don't make me say it again." Blondie smiles. He then gets up on weak and wobbly legs whimpering and covering his small crotch with his little hands.

"Put your hands to your sides. NOW!" she screams and his hands jerk downward.

"Good. Now hold still and don't dare fucking move. Got it? Answer me!"

"Yes." Then he hurriedly adds. "M.. Mistress Goldie." she smiles warmly.

"There now. See? Be a good little boy and I won't be nearly so rough." she says sweetly. "But I am going to still punish you. Whenever and however I want." Her face goes cold and he quivers in fear.

She then reaches down and tugs out his shorts and underwear and looks down at his tiny genitalia. The boy flushes, holds still and looks up at the ceiling. Anywhere but her or what she was doing.

"Look at it with me." she commands and he shamefully looks down at his pee-pee. It is all shriveled up and his scrotum is held firmly against his body in fear. There is no hair but the little bit of baby hairs. She gets all excited looking at his tiny bald package. It's so small and disgusting. Perfect to torment.

"Pretty damn pathetic. Huh? Answer me."

"Yes, Mistress Goldie." he answers tearfully.

"Yes, what?" The boy looks at her in confusion. "Don't fucking take your eyes off of your pathetic little cock and balls." His head snaps back. "Now, say, 'Yes, Mistress Goldie, my cock and balls are pathetic'." he sobs in shame.

"Yes, Mistress Goldie, m.. my c.. c.. cock and b.. balls are ppp... pathetic." he whimpers out.

"Now, say, 'I need to be punished, Mistress Goldie for being a nasty boy that pees himself'." The boy thinks to himself.

"I'm a nasty boy for peeing himself and..... need to be punished. Mistress Goldie." He is shaking and whimpering and his legs feel like they are about to give out.

"Oh hell. Good enough." she then lets go of him and leads him to an adjoining bathroom. "What is this place?" she asks sweetly.

"A bathroom." he answers.

She then makes a snipping sound, while with her hand she makes a snipping action at his crotch. He instantly goes still and rigid.

"I mean, m... mmm... Mistress Goldie," he cries. "Please, Mitress Goldie. Don't cut it off!" he wails and then collapses to the floor from all the tension.

As she stares at him, some pity wells up in her. She has really pushed him hard and now she thinks she needs to back off some. She wants to win his complete obedience. So she can then bring his world crashing down yet again and again. She sits on the tiled floor and gathers his cringing body into her arms.

"Shhh. It's OK." she comforts. "I won't do that to you. But you have to learn to behave and to do EXACTLY as I tell you. Understand?" He shakes his head yes. "Now look at me." He brings up his tear stained face. It is so beautiful to her. His pain and anguish lays naked in his teary eyes.

She smiles down at him and she begins to breathe heavier. Her nipples poke and rub painfully into her bra. He looks and feels so good in her arms. He is sniffling and quivering in total fear and she can smell his urine and sweat. She then leans down and kisses him full on the lips. He doesn't respond but only lays there. She leans away a bit.

"Kiss me back," she breathes out in passion.

When she goes down and kisses him again he does as told and begins kissing her back. It is an inexperienced and sloppy kiss, but he puts fear-generated enthusiasm into it. She kisses him long and hard and she crushes him against her aching tits. Then she presses her tongue against his mouth. At first his lips resist but then she moans out in frustration and then the boy opens up in fear. Her tongue darts in and presses against his and she tastes his sweetness. The boy moans in disgust, but does nothing, as she tongues him. She pulls back.

"Give me your tongue, damn it," she hisses angrily. "Stick in up against mine and into my mouth like mine does to yours."

Again she begins to kiss him in lust and he responds back fully now.

"Put your arms around my neck." He does this.

She is now using one hand to rub his back so to press him up against her aching breasts pleasurably. The other she pushes down into his shorts and underwear to fondle his bare ass. She cups his cheeks and squeezes them lustfully and she slides her fingers up and down between his crack. He tightens his buns against this intrusion but she loves it. She then runs her hand further along to come up between his legs. She gropes for and fondles his dangling little genitals. She gives real consideration to pinching and mashing his vulnerable genitalia cruelly, but decides she likes the kissing more and doesn't want to break his concentration. She can now feel his little cock stiffening delightfully in her hand and she can feel the tension leaving him. Her pussy is burning hot but then she pulls away and stops. She and the boy are both breathless.

"Time to clean you up." She is lightheaded and heady. She gets up and sits on the toilet and she pulls him to his feet.

"Strip off all your clothes." She sits back and watches.

Shamefully and tearfully the boy strips. Once his cloths are off, she can clearly see the response of his little cock to their making out. It is only a little bit stiff, but it already standing at three inches! She smiles into his embarrassed face. Oh yeah. She definitely picked a winner.

"Oh, so you liked my molesting you, huh?" She asks hungrily. He stares blankly. "That was us kissing and me fondling your nice little body. Answer truthfully." He hangs his head and shakes it shyly yes in embarrassment.

"Get in the tub." She commands in a husky voice. That same strange voice she used just before she took him.

"Yes, Mistress Goldie." He crawls in.

She then runs a bubble bath and she baths him thoroughly. She gives extra attention around his genitals and butthole. She runs a finger up in his asshole slightly to clean it and she feels him tighten it pleasantly around her finger, as he groans in disgust. She pulls it out.

"Lay back little man." She then begins to stroke his limp penis. It soon responds and begins to stiffen. It gets back to the three inches and still it lengthens. The boy is totally humiliated and shamed.

"Stop! You're not supposed....," Slap. She slaps him across the face.

"I am Mistress. I can do what ever I want!" His penis goes disappointedly limp and she goes back to washing him. She then empties the tub and she rinses him clean.

She then has him step out onto a towel and she wraps another around him. She then towel dries him. She does this just like she had seen his mommy and he slumps against her with exhaustion.

"There, there. That's my big man. You call me mommy when I'm being nice. Understand?" The boy doesn't like this idea at all but he has no choice.

"Y.. yes m.. mmm... mommy." It just doesn't want to come out right.

"When I discipline, you call me Mistress. When I threaten, you call me Mistress Goldie. Got all that?" She asks kindly. He nods his head into the towel. His head is pressed into her excited breasts, as he weeps, and this is excites her more. She brings back his head to kiss him tenderly on his lips.

"I understand, m... mommy," he whispers. She loves being called that.

She then begins to French him and their tongues play with one another's. Already he is becoming a good kisser and she stops before she becomes too aroused. She can see the disappointment in his face and her heart flutters.

"Nasty boy." She teases. The boy tenses.

She then stands up and steps away from him leaving him nude. He covers his little privates with his small hands.

"Good. Now stand here and stay still. I'm going to leave you for awhile for your first punishment. Move a muscle and I'm afraid I'll have to hurt you worse than what I have planned. You still need to be punished for you having peed yourself." She says sweetly.

She then turns off the light, leaves him, closes the door and leaves him standing in the dark. All the light he has is what comes from under the bathroom door from the next room. The one she is in. He is terribly afraid of the dark and he badly wants to go where there is light, but not in the light with her. The only sounds are his weeping, the dripping of the bath and the hysterical laughter coming from the other side of the door every now and again.

He shivers. It's not from the temperature.

"Mommy," he whispers. He wants his mother so bad.

To be continued…