Perverts 'R' Us

School Girl Slave

By Fantasy Stories

Chapter 8 - Sleep Over

When Richard had said he was going to have a shower
Janet foolishly thought she'd be left alone for a
while. But although he took all the cuffs off he left
her collar on and made her crawl to the bathroom as he
told her that he was going to let her clean him.

As he stood in the large shower, letting his naked
slave soap and wash him he felt like an arab shiek with
a harem girl pampering him and looking after his every
need. Way cool! Especially as he made her carefully
soap and wash his still hard cock and run her soapy
fingers through his arse crack. The other part that
was great was when her boobs brushed against him. Also
way cool! Boobs had to be one of the greatest things
ever invented! When she was behind him, washing his
back he captured her hands, bringing them around to his
chest so that her big boobs were squashed against his
back.

"That's the way slave, use those tits to wash me with.
Yeah, good slave girl."

He made her rub him with her soapy boob for a while,
getting her to stop and soap up her tits a couple of
times till the rumble in his stomach intruded. After
she's washed him he'd intended playing with her soapy
body but he decided that could wait till another time.
Which was one of the great things about this, that
there would be other time - as many of them as he
wanted.

"Okay slave, I reckon I must be clean now. Your turn.
I'll give you thirty minutes to be clean, dry and
looking good again."

It didn't take too long for Richard to dry and then she
was alone, standing under the water, finally able to
relax a bit as she tried to imagine the water washing
all the horror and humiliation away. When she
eventually turned off the shower it felt so good to be
able to cover herself, to wrap a towel around her body
that she just stood there, luxuriating in the feeling
although she knew she'd have to get rid of the towel
when he came back.

Picking up the hair dryer she sat in front of the
mirror, examining her face really carefully as she
started drying her hair. Nothing. Somehow she thought
she should look different. After all she'd been raped,
whipped, had all sorts of disgusting things done to her
so surely it would show. But it didn't, not even where
he'd slapped her face. Now that she'd showered, even
her eyes were clear, no longer red from all the crying
she'd done.

Putting down the dryer she slowly lowered the towel,
exposing her boobs. There were a couple of faint red
marks, but nothing that really looked like she been
whipped. She carefully traced a finger along one of
the marks across the top of her left boob but it didn't
hurt. Still nothing. Then her focus went to her
nipples remembering the agony when the whip had landed
on them and when he'd squeezed them. Surely they'd
still be sore she thought. Tentatively she rubbed her
finger over her left nipple.

"Ohhh."

Although touching her nipple brought a gasp, it wasn't
from pain. She quickly pulled the towel back up,
ashamed at the tingling rush of pleasure that had
radiated from her nipple when she touched it. Picking
up the dryer again, she resumed drying her hair,
fighting back a fresh round of tears. Once again her
body was betraying her, proving what a slut she really
was.

Mechanically she kept brushing and drying her hair till
her arm ached and she had to stop. She sat, shoulders
slumped, totally defeated once again as she stared
blankly at the mirror, waiting for Richard.

"Yeah, that's great, you're looking good again. Okay,
towel off and get in position slave."

She hadn't heard him come into the bathroom but she
quickly slid off the chair, reluctantly unwrapping the
towel and letting it drop to the floor as she knelt in
front of him, hands behind her back. Although her eyes
were downcast she could see the end of the lead so she
wasn't surprised when he put the collar around her neck
again, locking it in place. Then he dropped her
clothes at her feet.

"Okay slave, you can put these back on for a while."

"Thank you."

"Master!"

"Thank you master. I'm sorry."

"You can write it down in your punishment book later
along with all the other stuff. Now get them on."

Clothes. She wouldn't have to walk around naked. She
quickly picked up them up, looking for her underpants,
desperate to cover herself now that he was going to let
her, but they weren't there. Her bra was also missing.
All that he'd given her were her skirt and t-shirt.
She knew she should just put on the skirt and top but
she couldn't help herself asking.

"Umm, where's the rest . master?"

"What'd you mean?"

"Well, my bra and panties aren't here master."

"Fuck. You're really asking to be punished aren't you
slave. You'll wear what I want you to wear. And I
don't want you wearing underpants or a bra. You know
what? For asking that you're not allowed to wear
underpants or a bra from now on, understand? Ever!
From now on you tits and cunt have to be available to
me whenever I want them. So quit complaining or you
can give me back the t-shirt slave."

"No, it's ok, I'm sorry master. I'm sorry really.
Look, I'm putting them on master."

Cursing herself for being so stupid she quickly pulled
the skirt and t-shirt on, grateful to at least be able
to cover herself this much. Sinking to her knees again
she resolved to just do what he said and not give him
anymore reasons for punishments.

Richard found it almost as much of a turn on watching
her legs and boobs disappear under the skirt and t-
shirt, as when she taken them off earlier in the day.
When she was finally kneeling at his feet again he felt
what was becoming a familiar rush of power, this time
because he knew that if he wanted to he could just put
his hands inside her clothes and play with her and she
wouldn't dare object. She was so his.

"Okay but that'll be two punishments. One for not
calling me master and one for asking stupid questions.
Now come on. Pizza should be here soon. No . you can
crawl slave girl."

"Yes master."

With a tug on the leash, he headed off and she crawled
after him, starting to wonder what other horrors he had
planned for tonight and trying not to think of what the
punishments might be.

They'd just reached the bottom of the stairs when the
doorbell rang. His first thought was that he should
hide her but then he realised that there was no need.
In fact he could have a bit of fun with her.

"Okay slave, up you get. Here's the money."

She stared at him blankly as he unclipped the leash.

"I want you to pay for the pizza. Come on."

With any luck the delivery guy would be someone they
knew from school so he could show off his new
girlfriend but unfortunately it wasn't. However the
guy was obviously impressed with Janet. When she
answered the door his eyes went straight to her tits,
checking out her obviously braless state which caused
Janet to blush a deep red. Richard took the pizza and
drink, quickly getting rid of them so he could stand
behind her as she paid the guy.

He carefully put his hand on her beautiful arse,
wishing he could tell the guy that she was his slave
but knowing he'd just have to be happy with the guy
assuming she was his girlfriend. Which was a pretty
cool thing anyway. For a second she tensed and he
thought she was going to try to pull away but she
didn't.

As Janet and the guy did their stuff, Richard dropped
his hand down till he felt the back of her bare thigh,
then brought it up underneath her skirt till he was
holding her naked arse cheek, gently squeezing the firm
flesh. She only just managed to muffle her gasp,
turning it into a cough as his finger slipping into her
arse crack and pressed against her arsehole. The guy
gave her a funny look as she coughed again, trying to
cover her discomfort as he counted out the change in
front of her and as Richard pushed his finger further
forward along her slit till he was just able to get the
tip of his finger into her cunt.

As soon as the pizza guy had backed out the door,
shutting it behind him, Richard pulled his hand out and
acted as though nothing unusual had happened.

"Okay. You take this stuff into the family room, I'll
go get some glasses and stuff. Thought we could watch
some tv, ok?"

"Um, ok . master."

They ate the pizza in front of the tv, sitting on the
sofa side by side, watching reruns of The Simpson's on
cable which Janet was sort of grateful for because it
allowed her to half forget what had happened. And
Richard didn't try to do anything to her which was even
better. By the end of the third episode she was even
joining Richard's laughter at the craziness of the
Simpson's. Then a made for tv movie started and
Richard left her by herself for a while as he cleared
away the stuff from their dinner.

The movie wasn't really very interesting but Janet
watched it intently. She figured that if it looked
like she was really into it Richard might leave her
alone.

When he came back, Richard was feeling sort of nervous
as he'd decided that for the rest of the evening he
wanted to act out another of his Janet fantasies. It
was a major one this time, where he'd "accidentally"
met Janet somewhere and instead of ignoring him like
normal, she'd told him that she was really sorry about
everything that had happened. She'd finally realised
how horrible she'd been to him and really wanted them
to be friends again. Richard, being such a great guy,
had of course forgiven her and asked her if she wanted
to come over to his place to hang out. They'd ended up
watching tv and fortunately his parents were out. It
was evening and they sat side by side on the sofa,
watching a movie. Naturally they kissed and started
to make out. It was really romantic and eventually she
asked him to make love to her, telling him she wanted
him to be her first. So of course he did. Sometimes
on the sofa, other times they'd go to his room. And it
was always great!

Of course he knew that reality wasn't going to be quite
the same but that was okay. Just as long as it was
close he thought. Sitting down alongside her again, he
put his right arm around her shoulder, his hand
casually draped on the top of her arm. In the fantasy
she would have immediately snuggled into his chest but
she just stayed as she was, sort of frozen, watching
the tv. Problem. Of course Janet didn't know what the
fantasy he was playing out was. He didn't want to have
to tell her what to do all the time as he knew that
would spoil the fantasy so he put some pressure on her
arm with his hand, sort of pulling her closer to him,
hoping she'd get it. For a second he thought she was
going to resist but then she was changing her position,
letting her head rest against his chest as she moved
lower on the sofa. Although he did notice that she
kept a hold of her skirt, making sure it didn't ride up
her legs. Still, he could live with that. It just
felt so good to have Janet's head against his chest.

After this initial move, Janet expected him to do more
but he seemed content with having her head on his
chest. After a few minutes waiting for his next move
she relaxed again and tried to turn her attention back
to the movie. Maybe the night was going to be okay
after all she thought.

Richard resisted the temptation to do anything for as
long as he could. He only half watched the movie, most
of his time being spent looking down at her body,
watching the way her beautiful boobs rose and fell.
Because she didn't have her bra on he could see the
bumps her nipple made on the tshirt. They obviously
weren't hard but it was still an incredible turn on
being able to look at the sexy bumps they made against
the thin material of her tshirt. And below her boobs,
her slim legs were like a magnet as they disappeared
under her skirt.

When the temptation became too great he just shifted
position a bit as though he was getting comfortable
again and in doing so his left hand ended up against
her left knee. For a couple of minutes he didn't do
anything but then he started moving finger against her
knee. Now in his fantasy she would have responded,
moved even closer and let her hand drift to his leg,
caressing him the same way he was caressing her. But
of course she didn't do any of that so he just
concentrated on his mission which was to slowly work
his way up her leg to that magical place, her cunt.

As soon as his fingers touched her knee Janet knew is
was on again, knew that this was the start of another
round of some sort of sex. As she watched first one
finger, then two, then his whole hand moving against
her knee she just hoped that there would be no pain
this time. Which she knew meant she'd have to do what
he wanted and not try to stop him. So as his hand
moved further up her leg she resisted her natural
instinct to push his hand away and stayed leaning
against his shoulder, trying to stay relaxed, hoping
that this was what he wanted her to do. The first real
test came when his hand was about a quarter the way
along her thigh and his finger pressed against her
other leg. She knew what this meant and immediately
let her legs spread apart a bit.

When she let her legs spread at just the lightest push
from his finger he felt his cock jerk. This was more
like the way she should be acting, responding
immediately to what he did. His hand move down between
her legs, caressing the silky smooth inside of her
thigh and when his fingers once again brushed against
her other leg she spread them open again even further.
Then a couple of seconds later he watched spellbound
as, without any prompting from him, she moved her right
foot, her leg spreading apart as far as her skirt would
allow, giving him total access to her cunt. Yes! She
was doing it totally! His stomach sort of tightened
and his cock got even harder if that was possible.
This was becoming such a turn on!

It wasn't that she wanted to open her legs like this
but as his fingers moved further up her leg she'd
figured she didn't have a choice. Of course it then
made it easy for his hand and fingers to stroke the
sensitive inside of her thigh which felt nice. Very
nice. Increasingly nice, especially as he was taking
so long about it, his fingers and nails moving almost
imperceptibly closer to her pussy.

By now his hand was pushing against her skirt, inching
it higher and higher up her legs, exposing more and
more of her beautiful thighs. Then another movement
caught his eyes and he stared transfixed as her nipples
hardened, pushing out against her tshirt. She must be
getting turned on by this. Fucking amazing! He didn't
really think about the next move as his other hand left
her shoulder and turned her head up to him till their
lips met.

One part of her was telling her just do the minimum but
there was another part that really was getting turned
on and there was no hesitation in parting her lips and
letting his tongue invade her mouth. No, not invade
because he was being nice, gentle even, his tongue just
carefully probing till she let her own tongue answer.

As they kissed he let his hand move all the way up till
he was pressing against her hot cunt, feeling the
wonderful touch of her silky pubic hair against his
thumb as it rested on her mound. This was so perfect,
kissing her as he started to feel her up. Well almost
perfect.

The only thing that was missing now for Richard was the
feel of her hand on his cock which by now felt like it
was going to burst as it pressed up against his shorts,
begging to be released and played with. For a while he
was content to just kiss her, hoping she'd do something
herself but finally he had to get her moving. He
brought his right hand down again so it was on her
upper arm and then all he needed to do was apply a
little bit of pressure and her hand moved from her side
over to his leg.

She wasn't surprised when he did this as she knew he'd
want her to touch his thing . no, his cock, it was just
that she hadn't been able to bring herself to initiate
it. Now however it was clear what he wanted so she
moved her hand along his leg till she felt the lump
made by his cock.

Richard's stomach was doing flip flops with the
intensity of what was happening. He was sitting
watching tv with Janet Sheen and they were petting,
necking, making out, whatever anyone wanted to fucking
call it. And it was so close to being the real thing,
really like she was his girlfriend, so like his
fantasies, that he was feeling totally satisfied. Well
almost totally satisfied. That would come when he
fucked her again, but for the moment he wanted to keep
enjoying kissing her and feeling her up like this while
she played with his cock.

As he felt her hand wrapping around his cock, lightly
squeezing it, he pressed his index finger into her slit
and curling it up, managed to slide it into her cunt.
She tensed, moaning into his mouth and then it felt
like she actually pushed her hips forward, as though
she was trying to get more of his finger inside her.
Which he was more than happy to do except the position
they were in made it hard to get more than half his
finger inside her. Time to get her into a better
position.

Moving his hand from between her legs he reached over
and grabbed her legs with one hand while his other hand
was applying pressure on her far arm. For a second
nothing happened and then she obviously worked out what
he wanted. She was already half twisted to him so it
was fairly easy for her to reposition herself, swinging
her body over his, so that she was kneeling on the
couch, her knees on either side of his legs, her body
now facing him.

During this they hadn't broken their kiss and her hand
hadn't left his cock. Her other hand ended up on his
shoulder and for a while Richard was content to just
kiss her, his hands resting on her back as he enjoyed
the feel of her hand playing with his cock and her
tongue in his mouth. Eventually of course he wanted
more and he started caressing her back, making sure as
he did so that he was starting to pull her t-shirt up,
bit by bit till it wouldn't go any further. Only then
did he reluctantly break the kiss.

As he lifted the tshirt up and off, she kept her eyes
down, unable to look at him. This was getting
confusing again. After all he'd done to her, kissing
him like this should be horrible but it wasn't. He was
a good kisser, strong but not slobby like some of the
guys she'd known. And although his tongue was in her
mouth, it wasn't like he was trying to choke her with
it. Her arms lifted up in the air as the tshirt came
off and then they were down by her side as she just
stopped herself from using them to hide her naked boobs
from him.

It seemed kind of silly to him but seeing her boobs
once again really took his breath away they were so
perfect. Big, round and sitting impossibly high on her
body, not sagging one little bit like so many of the
boobs he'd seen in the stuff on the net. Begging him
to kiss them, to worship them! So he did, leaning in
till his lips captured her left nipple as his hands
returned to her back. In his fantasies, her nipples
had never been as exciting as they were in real life.
The texture of them against his lips and tongue was
unlike anything else he'd ever known and he knew that
he'd keep returning to them again and again in the days
ahead.

For a few seconds Janet was unsure what to do, caught
in a three way fight. She could either be a statue
till he made her do something, pretend to like what he
was doing or she could give into the pleasure of what
he was doing to her body. She just decided to do the
safe, middle choice and pretend to like what he was
doing when he started to gently suck on her nipple at
the same time as the tip of his tongue was circling
around it.

"Ohh, mmm ."

Of their own volition, her hands came up to his head,
holding him against her, as her eyes closed and she
allowed herself to become lost in the tingling pleasure
he was bringing to her nipples. It was like she
suddenly had the most incredible itch in her nipple and
he was giving her the ultimate satisfaction as he dealt
with it.

For the next few minutes Richard licked and sucked at
her nipples, taking the time as he moved from one to
the other to really get to know them. He loved the
occasional moans she made and the times when her hands
tightened momentarily on his head, making a mental note
of just what his lips and tongue were doing each time
it happened. What she seemed to like the most was when
he was using a moderate suction at the same time as he
swirled his tongue around the rubbery buds. The other
one that seemed to work was flicking his tongue as
quickly as he could over them.

The trouble was that all she was doing now was holding
his head and moaning a bit. In his fantasy she was
more active than this, constantly touching him, showing
how much she wanted him. This was sort of okay, but
not really what he wanted and finally he had to
acknowledge that she wasn't keeping up her side of his
fantasy. Her hands had remained on his head for way
too long. Not that having her hands on his head
wasn't great, especially when her fingers tightened on
his head, sort of giving him a head massage. But by
now, at least in his fantasy, she should have been
taking his clothes off and she should have been
touching him everywhere, not just on his head.
Reluctantly he pulled back, releasing her nipple.

Janet had sort of lost herself over the last few
minutes, closing her eyes and just allowing the
wonderful sensations to flow through her boobs as he
licked and sucked at her nipples. It took her a couple
of seconds to register that he wasn't bringing his
mouth back to her nipples and she opened her eyes,
slowly focusing on his face, only inches from hers, his
lips parted, inviting her.

He waited for a few seconds as they stared at each
other but she didn't make any move so reluctantly he
ran his hands along her arms up to where they were
still resting on his head. Taking her hands in his he
moved them down to his chest so her fingers were
against the buttons of his shirt. When he felt her
fumbling with the top button, he closed the gap between
them and started kissing her again.

She'd been so confused, almost at the point of
panicking after he'd broken the kiss and kept staring
at her. Even when he moved her hands from his head she
still didn't know what he wanted. It was only as she
felt the button on his shirt against her finger that
she realised what he wanted. She started unbuttoning
his shirt, doing them as quickly as she could, working
her way down his chest till she had them all undone.
He hadn't put his arms around her again and she knew
that this must be so she'd be able to take his shirt
off, so she did, working it over his shoulders and down
his arms then letting it fall to the couch behind them.

With his shirt now off, she knew what he'd be wanting
next. He'd want her to take the rest of his clothes
off. She tried to do it but her fingers seemed to
freeze and she just couldn't. After what felt like an
eternity, she put her hands on his back and started
caressing his back as they continued kissing, hoping
that doing this would keep him happy.

Now that his shirt was off, he pulled her against him,
loving the feel of her hard nipples touching him and
then her boobs flattening out against his chest like
twin pillows. But although that felt great he knew it
was now totally impossible to keep the fantasy thing
going. Maybe he should have told her what he wanted
but that would have sort of spoiled it anyway. It was
probably that she needed more training. Yeah, that was
it. He was treating her like his girlfriend but she
was his slave, not his girlfriend. And what he was
meant to be doing now was training her to be a good sex
slave. Already he'd found that punishing her was a
very effective way of getting her to be a good slave so
it was pretty clear that he was going to have to punish
her lots more before she really got it.

He decided to mostly discard the fantasy, but not the
fuck! After fucking her, he'd give her another
punishment session, making sure she understood that
some of the punishment was because she wasn't doing the
things he wanted her to do right now. Breaking the
seal between their lips, he moved her head down,
tilting his head back so her lips were against his
throat. For a couple of seconds she just left them
against his throat, not really doing anything then he
felt her tongue and the movement of her lips, licking
and kissing him. As he guided her head lower, his
other hand was pressing against her knee till she moved
it back.

For a while Janet was confused about what he wanted,
desperately trying to figure it out. Then it dawned.
He wanted her to standup, probably so she could take
off his pants, but she obviously had to keep kissing
his body at the same time.

The way she was kissing his throat and then his chest
as he pushed her head further down was kind of
disappointing. Not that it wasn't great just to feel
her lips on him. To know that it was Janet's tongue
that was licking him but he thought it should have felt
even better. It was tentative, didn't really feel like
she was getting into it the way he knew he had when
he'd kissed her whole body earlier in the day. He'd
have to remember to punish her for that later so she'd
be better at it the next time. Yeah, that was
definitely the way to go, use this to set up her
punishments! And then maybe have a training session.
And what he could do tomorrow maybe would be have a
training session where he was punishing her as part of
the session. That'd be fun. He could tell her to do
things to him, punish her for not doing the properly,
get her to do them again, punish her. Shit he could do
that all day till she was absolutely perfect at all the
sex stuff he wanted! Yeah, tomorrow was going to be an
awesome day too!

Still, at least she'd worked out that she had to stand
up so she could get his pants off. As he felt her
hands tugging at the waist of his shorts, he lifted his
bum, allowing her to pull them down his legs and off,
letting his raging hard cock bounce free again. Soon,
soon he'd be back inside that most amazing of places,
her beautiful, tight, velvety cunthole!

Both his hands were now holding her head, guiding her
lips down his body and she had no doubt where he wanted
her to end up. When the underside of her chin bumped
into his cockhead she heard him gasp and then he was
pulling her mouth from his stomach and tilting her face
down. Opening her lips wide she let the smooth swollen
head of his cock slide over them into her mouth once
again.

"Oh yeah. That's the way, get my cock wet."

Now that she knew exactly what he wanted, it was easy.
Bringing her hands into play, her left hand cradled his
balls while her right hand held the base of his cock
and started moving up and down, just as the girls in
the videos did.

"Mmmmm"

"Oh fuck yeah. And take the rest of your clothes off.
That's the way."

Maybe it was no longer his `first time' fantasy but it
was still fucking amazing he thought as he looked down
at her. He was watching the top of her head bobbing up
and down as she started sucking his cock, her lips
tight and her tongue moving against his cockhead and
shaft. Then as he looked down her back, one hand start
tugging at her skirt, pulling it from where it was
bunched around her waist, over her hips and bum, and
then down her legs to fall to the floor. Now she was
naked again, just the way a slave should be! And as
she settled down onto her knees again, he felt her
boobs against his thighs, her hard nipples drilling
into his legs.

He kept her servicing his cock for at least ten
minutes, one hand guiding her head up and down in an
almost hypnotic dance with his hips providing an
instinctive counter move. As her head swallowed him
his hips pushed up, and then dropped down as her tight
sucking mouth moved back up. Heaven!

It would have been good to let her keep sucking him
till he filled her mouth with his come once again but
he wanted more, he wanted to come deep inside her as he
felt her body pressed against his. He lifted her head
off his swollen cock.

"Ok, get back up here. Come on, sit up here like you
were before."

As Janet clambered back onto the couch, her knees on
either side of his thighs, he slid down a little
further so that his wet cock was positioned under her,
ready for her to sit on it.

"Sit on my cock. Come on, put my cock in you. I want
to feel it sliding all the way into you."

As her hand started to position his hard cock at her
slit his mouth hungrily covered hers again, his tongue
pushing into her mouth. Rubbing his cockhead back and
forth through her already damp slit she eased down a
fraction as she lined the head up with the entrance to
her vagina . no her cunt. For a moment she hesitated,
her shame and humiliation surfacing, not sure if she
could bring herself to voluntarily impale herself on
his cock but the fear of his "punishments" was enough
push her into action. Easing down she let him enter
her. Start raping her again but this time apparently
she was going to have to do all the work.

"Ohh ."

At first it was just the top of his cock stretching her
again, filling her entrance but then she eased down
more, once again feeling a cock opening her up,
splitting her in two. With half his cock inside she
stopped to get her breath before she lifted up a
fraction and then dropped down again. This happened
three more times until she had all his cock inside her,
filling her totally. During all this their mouths had
been glued together, his tongues invading her mouth as
his cock invaded her cunt.

For a while she stayed locked there, coming to terms
once again at feeling so incredibly full. The trouble
was that it felt good having this thing inside her and
she didn't want it to, she wanted it to feel horrible,
like being raped should feel. But it didn't feel
horrible, didn't feel like an invasion, more like a
coming home as though she was meant to have something
stretching and filling her down there.

"Oh yeah, your pussy is so hot. So hot and so tight.
Feels so fucking good. Okay, now, fuck me. Come on
start moving it slave."

As she started slowly moving up and down on his cock he
dropped his head down to her tits, capturing one of her
hard nipples in his mouth and sucking on it while his
hands moved down to her hips. He let her keep the slow
pace going because it sort of felt like her cunt was
massaging his cock, making it feel really good but not
pushing him too far. Having come so many times already
today he was pretty sure he'd be able to hold out for a
long time and he was planning on enjoying every long
minute of it.

His lips moved back and forth from one nipple to the
other as his hands caressed her thighs and bum, feeling
her muscles flex and relax as she continued fucking
him. It wasn't only the feelings that were so great,
it was also the fact that he could do this. Get her to
fuck him in this sort of gentle, loving fashion.

In spite of herself, Janet was also enjoying this, more
and more. It felt like his cock was caressing her
pussy as she slid up and down and after a while she was
even pushing her tits forward, helping him to tongue
and lick her achy, hard nipples.

"Ohh."

It was getting too much for both of them and when one
of his hands gripped her hips and started to increase
the pace of her fucking him there was no thought of
resistance.

"Oh fuck yeah. Feels so fucking good. Oh shit. This
is fucking incredible."

Now he took complete control of the pace forcing her to
go faster and faster until her tits were bouncing and
he couldn't keep her nipple in his mouth. For a while
he watched her firm boobs jiggling on her chest before
he pulled her body against his, pressing her tits to
his chest as his mouth found the side of her neck and
he started kissing her neck, sucking on her. As hard
as he tried to hold back his climax, it proved
impossible and his grip on her hip became almost
painful as he pulled her down, jamming his cock up as
forcefully as he could.

"Shit. Coming, fucking coming! Oh fuck yeah! Oh,
fuck that's so fucking good! Oh shit."

He held her as tightly as he could his hips jerking up
with each glorious pulse as he filled her cunt once
again with his come.

"Oh fuck yeah. Coming inside you again! Fucking
amazing. Oh shit that's good!"

Janet was getting close to coming but wasn't there yet.
Her first instinct was to keep riding his cock, to
allow the pressure that had been building on her
clitoris each time she pressed her pubic bone against
him to bubble over into her own climax but she didn't.
She just remained frozen in position, waiting for his
next move, praying he was happy with what she'd done
and wouldn't find anything to punish her for.

Richard held her as tightly as he could, his spent cock
still inside her, occasionally jabbing his hips up as
another aftershock hit him. Perfection! He'd never
come so many times in the one day and felt like he'd
never need to come again. Well at least not till
tomorrow. Finally he released his grip on her,
flopping back on the couch.

"Wow. That was so good. Fucking you is so fucking
good slave."

He didn't think she'd come this time and for a couple
of seconds he thought about making her come by playing
with her clit but he really didn't think he had the
energy. And besides she was his slave, this was about
him feeling good, not her! Reaching out he brushed his
fingers idly over her still swollen nipples.

"Ohh."

"Like that do you slave? Hey, I asked you a question
slave."

"I'm sorry, yes master, I do. I do like it master."

"And aren't you forgetting something slave?"

She stared at him, her fear creeping up on her again as
she tried to think of what she'd forgotten. Then it
hit her. She had to clean his cock, lick their juices
off after he'd fucked her.

"No, master, I didn't forget, really. See, I'm doing
it now master."

There was a plopping sound as she pulled herself off
his cock and then she was kneeling between his legs,
her mouth and tongue busily licking every trace of come
from his cock and balls.

Although he was enjoying the power he clearly now had
over her as she slavishly licked and sucked his cock
and balls, he was a bit pissed of that she'd lied to
him. He'd seen it in her eyes that she had forgotten.
As he watched her licking away all traces of his come
he started to get pissed off at her again. She really
did need punishing if she was going to keep trying to
bullshit him. He shouldn't have had to remind her
about sucking his cock after he'd fucked her and he she
was meant to thank him for fucking her. Yep, he'd get
her to write all the things she done wrong in her book
and then it'd be punishment time! He lent over her and
whacked her on her naked arse.

"Ahh."

"Okay bitch, that's enough. Time to write up your
punishment book."

"Yes master."

He'd left the book on the coffee table in front of them
so she swiveled around to start.

"Let's see I think the first one would be didn't want
me to watch you taking a piss. And didn't call me
master - you'd better leave space for adding in each
time you didn't call me master cause I think we'll find
there's been a few. And I think you called me Richard
that time which you're not allowed to do because you're
just a slut slave so write that down."

As she started writing down the punishments the terror
that gripped her body was so overwhelming she literally
had to force her hand to write, grasping the pen
tightly so it wouldn't slip out of her shaking hand.
She didn't know if she'd be able to stand being whipped
again and wanted to beg him not to hurt her but she was
afraid that if she did that he'd just add more
punishments. So she just kept on mindlessly writing,
slowly filling the page with punishment after
punishment.

He thought it would only take a few minutes but it took
over thirty minutes for her to write down all the
punishments. And during those thirty minutes he
started to get more excited about punishing her, about
giving her some more pain after the way she'd been
hurting him for the last three years with her stuck up
attitude. She was squatting on her knees crouched over
the coffee table with her back to him and for a while
he just slouched back on the couch, recovering from
their fuck as he told her what to write down. After a
while though the sight of her naked back and bum became
too tempting and he moved forward on the couch so he
could touch her.

When he touched her bum she tensed but he didn't mind
that. By now it was a pretty long list of things he
was going to be punishing her for and he wasn't
finished yet. He cupped her bum with her hand and that
was when he knew what he was going to do. Spank her.
Put her over his knees and spank her. To actually have
his hand directly hitting her rather than using the
whip would be great. Lifting his palm up he brought it
down in a practice slap, stopping just short of hitting
her but imagining the sound of his hand hitting her and
the cry she'd make. And maybe slapping the backs of
her thighs as well, that'd probably hurt a fair bit.

By now he had both hands on her bum, kneading the meaty
globes as he fantasised about the spanking he was going
to give her. He hurried up the last few punishments
eager to get on with the next part of the evening.

"And final punishment I think is that you didn't thank
me for fucking you just then. Didn't thank me for
filling your worthless cunt full of my come."

"Yes master."

"Okay slave. When you've finished writing that up go
upstairs to my bedroom and wait for me. And take the
book with you."

"Yes master."

By the time Janet had finished writing the last
punishment in the book, he'd left. She looked
longingly at her skirt and top, so wanting to put them
on but knowing it would probably only lead to more
punishments if she did. Instead she stood and headed
to the stairs. It was only as she started up the
stairs that she really became conscious of her
nakedness. She was walking around a house naked,
something she'd only ever done in her own bedroom or
bathroom. It felt weird and she put an arm across her
boobs and held the book over her bush. This still left
her feeling as if her bum was exposed and she hurried
up the stairs, wanting to at least get into a room
where she could feel more in control, more covered.

She thought he'd be in his room waiting for her but he
wasn't and at first she just stood in the middle of the
room, not sure what to do. She was about to sit on the
edge of his bed to wait when the risk she was taking by
just standing there hit her. She was meant to be
kneeling when he came into a room. Tossing the book
onto his desk she dropped to her knees and got into the
ready position he'd taught her earlier in the day.
Knees spread, bum on the floor, boobs pushed out and
hands behind her back. After a few seconds she
realised she was facing away from the door and that was
probably wrong so she quickly shuffled around so that
she'd be facing him when he came in, then she waited.

Punishment. The reality of what he was going to do
started to crowd in on her now as she waited. He was
going to whip her again, probably on her boobs and
everywhere. She couldn't stop the trembling and then
the tears that started trickling down her cheeks. It
was going to hurt and she didn't think she could take
it again but she knew she couldn't stop him. Not
unless she left and if she did then everything she'd
let him do today would be for nothing. Although her
life felt like it was over after what he'd done to her
today, if she left and he told people about her
cheating it would really be over. She had to stay, had
to let him do everything he wanted to do to her.

When he came into the room about five minutes later he
was really pleased to see that she was kneeling in her
slave position but when he realised she was crying he
was a bit thrown. He'd come in all prepared to start
punishing her but seeing her crying like this somehow
made it difficult. She looked really sad and if
anything, he wanted to hug her which of course he knew
he couldn't do. Then he saw the punishment book lying
on his desk and he walked past her to pick it up.
Looking at the list of things he was going to punish
her for was all he needed to get over her tears. It
was the ones where she was still treating him as
unimportant, like when she went off at him earlier and
called him a shit that really stood out. This wasn't
about her tears now, it was about the way she'd been
treating him for the last few years. It was about
teaching her a few lessons and if that meant she cried
some more, good!

"Okay slave, crawl over here and lie down over my
legs."

With a huge effort she forced herself to turn around
and crawl to where he was sitting at his desk. She
wasn't sure what he wanted her to do but he made it
pretty easy, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her
into position lying on her stomach across his legs.

It was as though her body was made to lie across his
lap like this. Her thighs were pressed against his
right thigh and he could feel the underside of her tits
squashing into his left thigh. Heaven. Made even more
heavenly of course be her beautiful smooth rounded
bum, just waiting for his hand. At first he just
enjoyed caressing and squeezing her bum, before letting
his fingers trailing into her crack then down her
thighs. He could feel her shivering, probably from
fear but that only spurred him on. Grabbing her
punishment book from his desk he dropped it on the
floor near her head.

"Okay slave, here's what's going to happen. You're
going to read out each punishment and how many times I
have to slap you for it. You will then count out each
slap as I give it. When we've finished a punishment
you will thank me for punishing you then you tell me
what the next punishment is for and how many slaps you
deserve. Okay slave?"

"Yes master."

"And if you fuck up, you know, like forget to thank me
or don't count, then you'll get that punishment again
and again till you do get it right. Okay what's the
first one."

Slaps. He was going to slap her. She'd been so
convinced that he was going to use his whip on her that
she almost thanked him, assuming that being slapped
couldn't hurt anywhere near as much as the whip had.
Upside down the way she was it wasn't easy but she
managed to get the book open and read out the first
punishment. All she had to do was read out the
punishments, count them and thank him after each one.
It should be easy and probably wouldn't hurt too much.

"Didn't want my master watching me taking a piss. One
slap master."

"That'll be two of course `cause I have to double it
because of your daily cheating punishment don't I? I
said don't I slave?"

"Yes master .. ow! Umm, one. Oww, two."

As he landed the first one on her right cheek and the
second on her left cheek he realised how exciting this
was going to be. In some ways much better than using a
whip because the actual physical contact was a real
buzz, especially the way he could feel her body react.
As he hit her he could feel each jerk she made. And
with the whip he'd been worried about hitting her too
hard and breaking her skin but he didn't see how he
could do anything like that no matter how hard he
slapped her.

There was a white imprint of his palm on each of her
arse cheeks. At first it was really clear then it
faded until it was almost the same colour as the rest
of her bum, just a little redder. He brushed his
fingers over where he'd hit as he waited for her to
thank him for punishing her and then tell him what the
next punishment was. His cock had lost some of it's
hardness after fucking her downstairs but as he thought
about her actually thanking him each time he spanked
her it got superhard again and he could feel it
pressing up into her belly. This really was awesome, a
total power trip he thought, being able to punish her
and then have her thank him for it.

The slaps had hurt more than she'd been expecting,
stinging her and she wanted to reach back to protect
herself but knew she didn't dare. She stared at the
punishment book through teary eyes starting to realise
just how many things there were he was going to be
hitting her bum for. Dozens! Maybe he'd get tired of
it she thought and not do them all.

"Didn't call master master .five, master."

He couldn't believe she'd forgotten to thank him.
Probably on purpose he thought. He'd brought his hand
down on her arse twice in quick succession, hitting her
at least twice as hard as the first time.

"Ahh, shit! Owww."

"You stupid cunt. I told you to thank me after each
punishment. Fucking shit you are a dumb cunt."

"I'm sorry, master. Thank you. Thank you master."

As she tried to make it up he could hear the panic in
her voice but he was pissed off now. He wasn't going
to let her get away with it that easily. He gripped
her left arse cheek squeezing it as hard as he could.

"That's all is it? What are you thanking me for, huh?"

"Ahh, for punishing me master."

"What? For punishing who? Who are you?"

He dug his fingers into her bum even harder.

"Ohh, your slave. For punishing your slave master.
Thank you for punishing your slave because I didn't
want you to watch me going to the toilet master."

"I can't believe how stupid a cunt, you are? What you
should say is `Thank you for punishing your slave
because your slave didn't want you to watch her going
to the toilet master.' Get it? "

"Yes master."

"Fucking hell you're slow. Yes master what?"

"Yes master I get it."

Letting go of his grip on her arse cheek he slipped his
finger over to her arsehole and forced his middle
finger as far into her arse as he could.

"Ahhhh."

"No, you obviously don't or you'd have said yes master
your stupid cunt gets it."

"Oww, I'm sorry master. Your stupid cunt gets it."

"What else are you?"

"What master?"

"What else are you, you stupid cunt?"

"Umm . your slave, master?"

"And?"

"I don't know master . ahh."

He'd hooked his finger in her arse then lifted,
dragging her bum a couple of inches off his lap for a
second.

"You're my cocksucker, my slut, my bitch, aren't you
slave?"

"Yes master, I'm your cocksucking slut, your bitch,
your slave, master. Please master, your cocksucking
slave is so sorry. Please."

It really was great hearing her call herself all those
things. He tried to remember some of the other names
he'd read in sex stories.

"You're a cum loving slut, a whore, a fuck bunny, a
fuck face, an arse fuck. You're all those things
aren't you cunt?"

"Yes master."

"Good, so don't you fucking forget it. I want to hear
you talking about yourself like that from now on. Or
else, slut. Understand?"

"Yes master."

"Okay what's the next punishment?"

"I . no, I mean your, umm, your slut didn't call you
master five times, master."

"Ten. Start counting."

"Uhh . one."

Although it really wasn't as painful as when he'd
whipped her it still hurt. And as his hand kept
returning to the same spot it started to hurt even more
until by the time he'd finished this round it felt like
her bum was burning up and she was getting worried that
be spanked was going to be as painful as being whipped,
maybe even more painful. By the time she'd announced
the tenth slap the tears were once again rolling freely
down her cheeks.

"Ahhh shit . ten. Thank you for punishing your slut
because your slut didn't call you master."

"Next?"

"Called you Richard. Oww!"

"No you stupid bitch, that's not how you talk now. You
say `your cuntface slut or your slimy fuck bunny or
your cum slut called you Richard, master'. Now fucking
get it right bitch."

"Sorry master, sorry. Your, ummm, your cum slut called
you Richard."

"Okay, one slap plus one of course."

"Uhh, one . uhh, two. Thank you master for punishing
your cum slut for calling you Richard."

"My pleasure cum slut. What's next?"

"Your cum slut didn't suck your cock properly. Three."

"No, I fucking want you to call yourself something
different for each punishment. Come on. Again."

"Sorry master, sorry. Umm, ummm . your, umm, your
cuntface bitch didn't suck your cock properly. Three
slaps master."

He knew she was crying, he could hear it in her voice
but at the moment he didn't really care. This was once
again payback for the years of treating him like shit
and he wasn't going to let her tears stop him.
Besides, he was really enjoying this, the feel of her
bum against his hand, the cries of pain. And to hear
her calling herself things like a cum slut wasn't in
any of his fantasies. It was however horrible, dirty
and an most of all an incredible turn on!

After these first few rounds her bum was starting to
look really red so he moved his attention to the backs
of her thighs, delivering three slaps to each side. So
it continued with Richard alternating between her bum
and her thighs as he worked through all the punishments
till even his hand was starting to hurt.

Janet reached a point where her backside was throbbing
so painfully that she thought she was going to have to
make him stop no matter what the consequences. But
then a funny thing happened. The pain seemed to fade
away and it was as though her bum and thighs had become
numb. Numb and hot but a heat liked she'd never felt
before. Almost a tingling heat that seemed to spread
over her back, stomach and all down her legs. Finally
it was coming to an end and there was only one more
punishment.

"Your fuck slut didn't lick master's come of his cock
after he fucked his fuck slut's cunt. Two slaps
master."

"His fuck slut's slimy cunt. You do have a slimy cunt
don't you?"

"Sorry master. Yes master. His fuck slut's slimy
cunt."

"I want you to spread your legs as wide apart as you
can."

He was pushing her legs apart, exposing her crack and
then holding his hand between her legs, against her
hot, wet pussy and arse crack.

"For this last punishment I'm going to slap you here,
right on your cunt. If you keep your legs apart after
the first slap and don't try to stop me then I'll only
do the two slaps. But if you bring your legs together
you get four slaps. Understand slave?"

"Yes master."

"Okay slave here goes."

"Ahhhh . oh shit . oh fuck, hurts . shit . uhh, one
master."

"Good slave."

"Ahhh . two master."

It was over. No more punishment. She wasn't going to
ever give him a reason to punish her again. She was
going to do everything he asked as soon as he asked it.
Before he asked if she could. And never forget to call
him master or thank him for everything he did to her.
Shit. Thank him.

"Thank you master for punishing your fuck slut for not
licking master's come off his cock after he fucked his
fuck slut's slimy cunt."

"Well let's hope I don't have to do it again. Let's
hope you've learnt to be a good slave now."

"I have master. I promise I'll be good master."

"I?"

Shit, already she was forgetting. She had to stop
saying I!

"Your cunt. Your cunt promises to be good master."

Her bum and the backs of her legs were now really red
from the way he'd been punishing her. Making sure her
legs stayed spread, he ran his hand over her backside,
feeling the heat from the beating he'd given her. He
had no doubt her bum was really sore. Good he thought,
she deserved it. His anger had almost dissipated, but
he still wanted to hurt her, to pay her back. His
fingers, almost with a mind of their own slipped into
her arse crack and started tracing around the pink
rosette of her arsehole. After they'd fucked
downstairs he didn't think he'd be able to fuck her
again but now, having had her over his knee for the
last twenty minutes while he belted her, things were
different. At least that was the message he felt he
was getting from his cock which was as hard as ever,
this time poking into her stomach. But what he really
wanted to poke it into was her arse again. He slipped
his finger down into her cunt, twising it around to get
it slippery and wet before bringing it back to her
arsehole. A gentle push and his finger slipped into
her arse and he started to fingerfuck her.

"Ohhh."

"You don't mind if I fuck you up the arse again do you
slave?"

"Uh, no master. You can fuck me . your slave there .
up your slave's arse master."

With her bum and thighs feeling so hot and her pussy
still stinging from being slapped she could barely feel
his finger inside her arse. Not that she wanted him to
fuck her there again because it had been really painful
when he did it earlier but somehow it didn't seem to
matter after everything that had happened today.

"Okay slut, I think I will. I'll just get you greased
and opened up first then we can do it."

The tube of lubricant was within easy reach so Richard
squirted some of in into her arse crack and started
working it into her arsehole with his fingers. He
started with just one finger but after a while he added
a second finger, stretching her pretty little arsehole
as much as he could. He tried to added a finger from
his other hand but wasn't able to so left it at two
fingers, fucking them in and out for a few minutes,
setting up a steady corkscrewing rhythm. When he
finally pulled his fingers out she stayed open for a
few seconds and he could see inside her arsechute.
Yeah, he was going to stuff it with his cock and then
empty another load of his come up there. Fucking
amazing.

"There that should be enough. Now get on the bed on
your back slut. Time for us to do some serious arse
fucking."

He stood up, half rolling her off his lap so she fell
onto the floor. Looking down at her he smiled as she
started crawling to the bed. Once again he was feeling
totally in control and also really feeling like making
sure she knew it. Must have been something about
having his fingers up her arse he thought as he covered
his cock with the lube.

Janet was in a daze as she crawled to the bed and
climbed onto it to lie on her back. There was no
thought of resisting, no thought of protesting. She
was ready to say and do anything he wanted because it
didn't seem to matter anymore. He could do anything he
wanted to her and she'd smile, yell, beg, do whatever
he asked because that was all she could do. All she
could do was be a slut, act like all of the names she'd
called herself, a cocksucker, fuck toy, a cunt whose
only use was to try to please him.

This time Richard wanted to be able to watch her face
as he fucked her arsehole. Climbing on the bed beside
her he started arranging her to make her arsehole more
accessible. In some of the stories he'd read he'd seen
this so he pushed two pillows under her bum, raising it
up, then he lifted her legs up and over to the side
till her feet were level with her face.

"Grab your ankles. Good - spread them as far apart as
you can. Yeah, that's the way. Excellent!"

Moving around till he was crouched between her widely
spread legs he looked down at her cunt and arse, just
waiting for him. The first thing he noticed was that
the backs of her thighs and her bum were really red
from the spanking he'd just given her. Then he was
looking at her beautiful cunt and arse. Her cuntlips
were spread apart and he could see that she was still
wet inside from when they'd fucked downstairs while
around her arsehole was all shiny and glistening from
the lube he'd applied. Now that he had her ready the
urgency to fuck her diminished. He wanted to play with
her some more.

He lightly ran the fingers of both hands up and down
from the backs of her knees, along her thighs and
across her bum for a while, smiling as he saw the goose
bumps appear on her legs. Tiring of that he moved his
attention to the more interesting place and started
playing with her arsehole eventually pushing his thumb
into her which looked so weird that he pushed his other
thumb into her cunt and started fucking both holes with
his thumbs. Definitely looked strange to have both
thumbs stuck inside of Janet Sheen. Good strange
though. Maybe later he'd find some other things to
stick into her he thought. Kinky!

As he stroked the backs of her thighs Janet had relaxed
a bit trying not to think of the pain that was to come
when he raped her arse. Even when he pushed his thumbs
into her it was okay as they didn't hurt. In fact as
he started fucking her with them, the hand that was
playing with her pussy started rubbing over her clit
and that felt good. But all too soon his hands were
gone from her pussy and were gripping her thighs and
she knew it was about to happen.

"Just waiting for you to ask me to fuck you up the arse
slave."

"Oh, yes, sorry master. Please master fuck me . fuck
your dirty slave's arse."

"You sure? You don't sound all that sure."

"Oh, yes master. I'm . your slave is sure. She, she
wants you to fill her arse with your come. Please fuck
your slave, fuck your slut's dirty arse."

As she continued begging he positioned himself with his
cockhead resting against her wrinkled arsehole. It was
hard to imagine that his cock would be able to spread
her open but he'd already done it once today so he knew
it'd do it again. Watching carefully he pushed,
gradually increasing the pressure.

"Uhhhh . ohhhh!"

He was in again, his cockhead once more inside her
arse, gripped tightly by the muscles of her arsering.
For a few seconds he held there just reveling in what
he was doing, in the sight of his cock inside her bum.
Then ever so slowly he started a back and forth rocking
motion, with each cycle moving another half inch into
her. Richard had lost track of how many times he'd
come already today but it was way more than he'd ever
come before. The most he'd managed masturbating was
four and that was only on a couple of occasions. By
now, his cock was so overused that it almost wasn't
exciting. Almost that is because fucking Janet would
always be exciting but this time he figured it was
going to take forever before he got even close to
coming.

For Janet it was a lot different to when he'd raped her
arse earlier. It didn't hurt this time, maybe because
her bum was almost numb from being spanked so much. It
just felt really weird to have something in her bum,
especially something going in the wrong way. Thank
heavens he was taking it slowly and not ramming his
cock all the way in like he did earlier. Because it
wasn't hurting she was able to relax a bit and this
seemed to make it even easier for his cock to slide
further and further into her. Everything was just so
weird. This morning she was a virgin and here she was
relaxing so that Richard could rape her in the behind.
There was a flash where she felt dirty but sexy at what
was happening to her, fucking, sucking, watching porno
movies and then the reality came back that she was
being treated like a total slut and the tears started
rolling out of her eyes once again.

When he finally bottomed out in her with his hips
pressed against her bum he held himself there for a
couple of moments before setting up a leisurely fucking
motion, sawing in and out of her butt. For a while he
watched the glorious site of his cock reaming in and
out of her arsehole, but then his attention was drawn
to her magnificent tits. Each time he fucked into her
they jiggle and shimmy. He'd been supporting himself
on his hands but now he rested on his elbows so he
could hold her tits and play with them.

As he continued fucking her he thought of lots of the
videos he's downloaded with arse fucking and in most of
them to girls played with their clits while the guy
fucked them. Maybe he could get Janet to come while he
was fucking her arse. Reaching over he took her right
hand and brought it down to her pussy.

"Play with yourself. Make yourself come."

"Yes master."

Janet was happy to play with her clitoris and bring
some pleasure to what was happening to her. Not that
having him in her bum was hurting but it wasn't feeling
good the way having his cock in her pussy felt.
Fortunately it didn't take long before the normal
tingly pleasure started in her pussy and clitoris and
then it was easy for her to keep herself in a state
which was just a few steps from coming. From past
masturbating experience she knew she could hold herself
close to a long time before the pressure to come became
too much.

For a while Richard watch as she played with her clit,
sometimes rubbing slowly then doing it rapidly for a
while before slowing down again. Then he returned his
attention to her tits sucking and licking them,
occasionally moving up to kiss her.

Finally he started to get that special feeling, the
feeling that said he was going to come soon. He
started to pick up his pace, pushing up on his hands
again so he could watch as his cock pounded into her
arse. And then it hit with huge almost painful pulses
as he came deep in her arse, filling her once again
with his come.

"Ahhh, fuck yeah! Filling your arse! Oh, fuck yeah.
So fucking good. Oh shit that's good! Oh, what a
fucking arse."

As he came she picked up the pace with her fingers,
vibrating them over the head of her clitoris, quickly
pushing her over the edge so that she also came, her
body spasming and twitching with release.

With one final spurt he collapsed on top of her
crushing her into the bed. Eventually he rolled off,
his cock plopping out of her arse as he lay on his back
totally spent, his chest heaving as he slowly came down
from his high.

"Oh shit I like fucking you. So fucking good! Ohhh .
oh yeah, that's the way, clean my cock slave."

After being punished for not licking his cock clean
quickly enough after the last time he'd fucked her she
didn't need a reminder this time and as soon as he'd
rolled off her she moved down to his cock. Blocking
her mind from the thought of where it had just been she
dropped her mouth over it and started licking and
sucking it clean.

He let her clean him for a couple of minutes before
stopping her.

"Ok slave, that's enough. You've done good this time.
If you want to go clean up or whatever you do before
going to bed you'd better do it now cause I'm so tired.
In the morning though I want you to wake me up at 8
o'clock with a blowjob. Ok slave?"

"Yes master, wake you at 8 o'clock with a blowjob."

"Ok. Now hurry up and do whatever you have to and get
back here so I can get some sleep."


Up Chapter 9 - Morning Duties

It had been probably the worst night Janet had ever
experienced. Not because of anything the Richard had
done, but because of what she was terrified he would do
if she fell asleep and didn't wake till after eight
o'clock.

After having a quick wash and clean, getting rid of as
much of his come from between her legs as she could
she'd returned to the bed where after kissing her
goodnight, he snuggled up to her. She was lying on her
back and he was on his side facing her. One hand
started playing with her tits and the other headed down
between her legs. She quickly spread them apart, one
knee up in the air, giving him access as for the next
few minutes he stroked his finger through her slit.

Then she lay there listening as his breathing became
increasingly regular till she was certain he'd fallen
asleep. Trouble was that he still had one hand between
her legs, a finger inside her and the other hand
resting on her right tit. Finally after forty minutes
he rolled over in his sleep and his hands disappeared
from her body. Up till then she'd been too scared to
move, almost too scared to breath but now she slowly
straightened her legs as she lay staring up at the
ceiling, able to relax a tiny bit.

As she lay there she couldn't help but replay the
unbelieveable events of the day, and every now and then
tears would well in her eyes. It was as if her life
was over and there was nothing she could do about it.
All she could do from now on was make sure she didn't
piss him off and that way hopefully she could avoid any
more pain. Which was why she knew she'd have to stay
awake all night. She also promised herself that she
wouldn't allow herself to come any more no matter what
he did. Or maybe she'd pretend to come the way Meg
Ryan did in that movie if he tried to make her to come
again.

That was probably the most confusing part of the whole
day, the fact that she'd orgasmed so many times. If
someone had told her before today that she'd be able to
come when she was being raped her she'd have laughed.
But she had and all she could assume was that her fears
that she was sex-crazed, that she liked masturbating .
no, liked having orgasm's too much was a problem. That
somewhere inside she really was a slut because surely
only a slut could get enjoyment out of what was
happening to her. All she really knew that it wasn't
fair and that this was a horrible price to pay just for
stealing a couple of exam papers.

The first time she woke she didn't know where she was
at first. Then it all came rushing back and in her
panic she almost leapt from the bed only just stopping
herself as she realised it was still dark. Quickly
turning to the bedside table she saw that it was four
in the morning and realised that she'd been asleep for
at least three hours. Promising herself she wouldn't
go to sleep again she relaxed a little, carefully lying
back down so as not to wake him, confident that after
the fright she'd just had she'd stay awake.

Each hour she woke. At five and six she woke a couple
of minutes before the hour but at seven she didn't wake
till five minutes past. The room was already light and
for a few seconds she thought she was too late as her
sleep befuddled brain looked at the clock. When she
realised she was okay she knew for certain that this
time she couldn't afford to sleep again. As it was
less than an hour till she had to wake him and the room
was already light, it wouldn't be too hard. As she
settled down to wait for eight o'clock she started to
think about what she had to do. It wasn't just that
she had to suck his thing . no, his cock . though, it
was that she had to do it at least as good as the women
in those videos or else he'd punish her. Plus she had
to make him believe that she liked having his cock in
her mouth. Which of course she sort of did. Not his
cock because she hated him so much for what he was
doing to her, but she had to admit that actually having
a cock in her mouth, licking it, making it come was
okay, if only it wasn't like this. Being forced to do
it.

When she woke again she lay there too terrified to
move, convinced that she'd blown it, that it was going
to be way past eight. Maybe if she really begged him
he wouldn't punish her. Or maybe if she started
sucking him now he'd wake up and be so happy he'd
forget that she was meant to wake him at eight. That
was it. Turning to see how late it actually was she
almost couldn't believe what she saw. Five minutes to
eight! She was okay! She still had five minutes
before she had to start.

Carefully she sat up, not wanting to wake him yet but
not daring to stay lying down in case she fell asleep
again. His back was to her, and he was lying half on
his side. From the waist down though he was flat on
the bed and as she sat up she could see his penis. It
was small and she almost giggled at the sight. His
cock she quickly reminded herself, she had to think of
it and call it his cock. All yesterday it had looked
so big, so tough but now it was harmless looking. Sort
of cute she thought, or at least it would be if he
wasn't making her do these horrible things she reminded
herself.

Swivelling her body around carefully till she was at
right angles across the bed, her face over his hips,
she tried to workout how to do this. He'd told her
that he wanted to wake with his cock in her mouth so
she definitely didn't want him waking before that
happened. Supporting herself on her right arm, she
used her left hand to pull her hair up and out of the
way as she bent over him. His cock was only a couple
of inches long now and it was flopped against the top
of his left leg, his hairy balls easily visible under
it. One quick look up the bed to make sure he wasn't
awake and she moved her mouth down, tongue extended to
scoop his cock up and into her mouth.

The first thing she noted was that it was all soft and
sort of mushy. It easily fit in her mouth as her lips
pressed against the base, his pubic hair tickling her
nose. The second thing she noticed was the taste. It
still tasted of her and him from the last time he'd
fucked her even though she'd licked it clean. It was
strong and tangy but not too awful. Closing her eyes,
she let it rest on her tongue as her mouth filled with
saliva and then she started moving it around in her
mouth. It was sort of nice like this, nowhere near as
scary as yesterday or maybe that was just because she
was already getting used to having his cock in her
mouth.

Then it happened, like some kind of magic trick. It
started growing in her mouth as if it had a life of
it's own. On the one hand she wanted to take her mouth
off, to watch it growing but on the other she wanted to
keep it in her mouth so she could feel it grow.
Deciding she didn't dare take it out of her mouth, at
least not till he was awake, she kept moving her tongue
over it as she started to suck on it.

That was when Richard woke from an amazing dream. In
the dream Janet was his girlfriend and she was lovingly
sucking him off. There was a second of disorientation
and then reality struck in the most beautiful fashion.
His cock was being sucked by his dream girl just as
he'd ordered and even if she maybe wasn't doing it
lovingly, this was probably better than in his dream
because here she was his slave. Turning and raising
his head from the pillow he was greeted by a
breathtaking sight. The high and mighty Janet Sheen
had her mouth pressed into his groin, one hand holding
her hair out of the way, as she crouched over him
naked. Her arse was sticking up in the air, her
beautiful right boob was just visible, the nipple half
hard, and she was all his. Reaching down he brought
his left hand to her head, tangling it in her hair,
laying claim to his cocksucking slave.

Within twenty seconds of his cock starting to grow it
was filling her mouth, the fat mushroom shaped head
almost at her throat. Just as she moved her head back
worried that it would choke her, she felt his hand on
her head.

"Oh, yeah, that's so good. What a way to wake up. Oh
yeah, suck my cock. Suck me off. Of fuck yeah!"

She now started sucking as hard as she could, trying to
remember all the things from the video so that she
could do it properly and please him. Otherwise it
would all be a waste of time and he'd punish her again.
She kept her tongue moving as she twisted her head
around. Then she remembered that she was meant to make
moaning noises so she did as her head lifted up and
down.

"Mmm."

This had to be heaven, waking to a blowjob. Flopping
back down he stared at the ceiling, content to just
savour the sensations for a while, his hand still
resting lightly on her head. Whenever he jerked off
first thing in the morning it always took a while
before he came so he knew that Janet was going to be in
for a long suck. Propping himself up on his elbows
again he watched her head bobbing, his wet cock shaft
appearing and disappearing into her mouth, her cheeks
permanently hollowed as she sucked at him. His gaze
shifted down her perfect body, her boobs hanging down,
the wonderful curve of her hips, hiding her ultimate
treasure. He wanted to see it again. Wanted to feast
his eyes again on her cunt. Reaching out he grabbed
her leg and tugged on it.

"Keep sucking. Just want to get you in a better
position."

It didn't take much to reposition her so that her knees
were on either side of his body, her feet near his head
and her bum above his face, her slit staring down at
him. The first thing he noticed was that her bum and
thighs looked normal which was a big relief as he'd
been a bit worried last night that he might have
bruised her. The second thing he noticed was how
beautiful her pussy was, totally one of the most
beautiful things he'd ever seen. It was so much better
than any of the hundreds of pictures he looked at on
the net over the last few years. It was delicate, the
lips a beautiful pink, her pubic hair so fine it looked
like silk. He doubted that he'd ever tire of looking
at it, or smelling it. It was the sweetest, headiest
thing he thought he'd ever smelt. It was so tempting
to taste it, to see if the taste of cunt juice was as
good as a lot of the stories he'd read said. Then he
remembered that she hadn't showered since he'd come in
her last night and he wasn't sure how he felt about
tasting his own come. But soon he knew he'd have to
taste her, to see what it was like to eat her out, to
eat pussy.

In the meantime he'd be content to look at her,
admiring the perfection of her cuntlips and her arse as
she sucked him off.

"Yeah that feels so good. Oh yeah, play with my balls
too. Mmm, yeah that's good."

Eventually looking wasn't enough and his hands moved to
her smooth thighs, caressing them, working their way up
to her tight arse cheeks. Her skin was so amazing,
like satin or something it was so smooth. He kept
caressing her, sometime with his palms, other times
just running his nails over her skin.

But his thoughts kept coming back to her pussy, that
hidden treasure and finally his hands stopped moving
and rested, one on each arse cheek. Gripping her arse
cheeks he pulled out, carefully spreading them apart
which opened her cunt lips like a flower, revealing the
moist treasure within. Then he started playing with
her cunt, holding her cuntlips, pushing at her clit and
poking inside her. It was all so amazing. Alien but
familiar. When his finger was wet with her juice, he
brought it to his nose, breathing in the smell, so
tempted to taste it but still he held back.

Sooner than he'd expected he felt the stirring in his
balls. Although it wasn't really all that surprising
given that having her mouth on his cock was probably a
thousand times more exciting than any hand job he'd
ever given himself.

"Yeah, keep sucking slave. Gonna come soon, gonna fill
your mouth with my come. And you swallow it. Oh, yeah
that's it, suck. Suck harder. Come on. Make you lips
tighter. Yeah that's it. Oh fuck, suck my come,
slave."

Just as he felt the first spurt coming up his cock he
focused on her cunt hole, inches from his face. With
the intense pressure of his come he needed to do
something so he plunged two fingers into her cunt, his
knucles pressing into her while the fingers on his
other hands gripped her arse, his nail digging in,
almost breaking her skin.

"Oh shit, coming! Fuck yeah, suck it, suck me!"

Somehow Janet managed to keep sucking him as her mouth
filled with his come. She moaned around his cock as
his fingers jabbed fiercely into her and dug into her
bum, fighting her urge to pull away from him knowing
that she'd just get into trouble if she did. Instead
she concentrated on swallowing his salty come as she
felt spurt after spurt travel along his cock and erupt
into her sucking mouth.

As the last couple of spurts came out she didn't
swallow them immediately, leaving them in her mouth,
tasting them. She kept sucking and working her mouth
and tongue on his cock as she allowed herself to really
take in the taste of his come for the first time. The
other times she been so busy swallowing and so scared
that she hadn't really been able to work out if it was
a horrible taste or just that what he was making her do
was horrible. It wasn't horrible, just salty and
slippery. Sort of an interesting taste she decided.
Shit, she shouldn't be thinking things like this, she
should be hating the taste of him.

"Oh yeah, that was good. Fucking good slave. You're
going to be a brilliant cocksucker soon if you keep
practising. Keep sucking for a while. Easy though.
Not so hard now. Yeah that's it. But keep your tongue
going. Ahhh, yeah."

His grip had eased on her bum and he wasn't hurting her
pussy with his other fingers now. Instead he was
slowly pumping them in her pussy, twisting them around
at the same time which felt nice. Then she felt a
finger on her clit, playing with it which quickly
started to feel really nice. Although she really
didn't want to come, didn't want to get any pleasure
from what was happening to her there was the part of
her that loved masturbating, that loved coming and once
again she couldn't stop this part taking over.

The first sign Richard got was as her hips started
making tiny gyrating moves and then he could hear
little moans coming from her as she continued to work
on his cock. He was turning her on, maybe even going
to give her an orgasm. This was so amazing, being able
to make her come like this. In most of the stories he
read on the net the women always came but he didn't
know if that would really be the way it happened but it
must be because she'd already come at least four times
yesterday and it looked like he was going to be able to
make her come again.

"You like it when I do this don't you?"

By now her mind was beginning to fog up as the hot,
itchy feeling grew in her pussy and she was having
trouble concentrating on just nursing his cock so she
only half heard him. But when he twisted his fingers
inside her and pressed on her clit she was very quick
to get his cock out of her mouth.

"I asked you a question slave."

"Oh, sorry, umm, yes, yes I like it. Yes master."

"You like it?"

"Your slave likes it."

"Okay, that's better slave. You can put my cock back
in your mouth now."

It took a while for the fire to start again after the
interruption but eventually she relaxed and as she did
the pressure started building. She knew it shouldn't
be feeling so good but his fingers inside her felt
really amazing, reaching places she'd never been able
to before he'd broken her hymen. The only trouble was
that his finger on her clit wasn't quite moving the way
she'd do it herself. Not that she was about to tell
him how to finger her but it was a bit frustrating.
Then the frustration disappeared as he started twisting
his fingers around and her body suddenly rushed to the
peak, the wonderful waves of her orgasm crashing over
her, pushing aside all the horrible things for a while.

"Uhhh, ohhh yes . ahhhh."

Involuntarily her thighs clamped together trapping his
hand as she shuddered her way through her orgasm, her
hands clutching at his legs. Her mouth came off his
cock and her body collapsed onto him, her boobs
pressing into his stomach as she cried out in pleasure.
It felt so good, better than when she did it to herself
for some reason, even if he hadn't played with her clit
the way she really liked. For at least a minute she
held him tight, riding the waves of her orgasm,
pressing her body against him trying to crush her
tingling nipples into his stomach before reality set in
again.

She relaxed her thighs, hoping he wouldn't get angry
with her for sort of trapping his hand between them.
Then she realised that she was no longer sucking his
cock and he hadn't told her to stop. She was about to
lift herself up so she could get it back in her mouth
when he rolled her off.

"Wow. That was fucking amazing. I fucking love
watching you come. You go crazy, it's so awesome!"

This of course was the last thing she wanted to hear
and she blushed with her shame and humiliation at what
a slut she was proving to be. She didn't want to be
having an orgasm when he played with her but she
couldn't help it.

"I'm going to have a shower. Umm, I think there are a
couple of things you can write in your book. Let's
see, you didn't thank me for letting you suck me off
and you haven't thanked me for fingering you and
letting you come. That'll do for now."

"Ohh, I'm sorry master. I mean your slave is sorry.
Thank you for letting your slave suck you off and thank
you for fingering your slave master and . and for
letting your slave come."

"Just make sure you remember next time, okay?"

"Yes master, I . your slave will remember."

"Okay. You can have a shower too - you can use the
other bathroom if you want. And make sure you clean
yourself really well. You know, here. Get all the
come out. And then you can make us breakfast."


Up Chapter 10 - Breakfast

He sat at the table, watching her beautiful and of
course naked body as she made the pancakes. She had to
move past him to get to the cupboards and fridge and on
the third pass he couldn't hold back any longer from
touching her jiggling tits. He wasn't really surprised
when she kept on walking. Disappointed maybe but not
surprised. For a while he let it go, continuing to
watch her. He knew her well enough to realise that she
was subtly making sure she didn't go past him again.
Not only that, she was also keeping her back to him,
even when it would have been natural to be facing him.
This wasn't the way it was meant to be.

In his fantasies, he would have woken up this morning
and she'd have turned into the perfect slave but he
guessed that wasn't going to happen. Still she was his
slave so he could do anything he wanted to her, that
was what the deal was all about. Trouble was he was
really unsure about what to do next. His fantasies
hadn't really prepared him for the reality that Janet
would actually become his slave. Sure, they'd have sex
a lot, but there had to be more than that he realised.

Then it came to him, what he was going to do today and
tomorrow and the day after and for as long as necessary
until it was finished. He was going to train her to be
a good slave, a perfect slave. And maybe he'd even get
her to be a real slave like in the stories he liked
where she'd not only do everything he wanted, but she'd
love doing it. Then she'd really know she couldn't be
a bitch to him ever again.

"Come over here."

She had her back to him, mixing the batter when he
called her over. For a second she closed her eyes
taking the moment to control herself. Since coming
into the kitchen she'd been getting increasingly mad at
him. No, mad wasn't right because that's how she'd
been feeling since this whole thing started. She was
feeling more and more like telling him to totally fuck
off, that's what it was, but she knew she couldn't do
that. Knew she'd have to put up with him. But she had
a choice. She could let him beat her or she could at
least try to keep her pride, not let him get to her.
Like being naked. He probably expected her to still be
embarrassed about being naked in front of him which of
course she was. But she wouldn't let him see that,
she'd stand in front of him as if she had clothes on.
Yeah. Turning, she walked over to him and stood there,
arms by her side, not looking at him, her eyes half
lowered to one side.

"Turn around."

As she stood with her back to him he reached out and
cupped her right arse cheek, caressing it for a few
seconds before taking his hand away.

"Turn back. Good. Um, you're my slave right?"

"Yes master."

"You signed the slave contract didn't you. Saying
you'd, you know, always respond to what I do to you,
thank me when I do things to you, um, always be sexy,
umm, tell me if you do something wrong. You know, all
that stuff."

She wasn't sure where this was leading but suddenly she
was worried. Something was happening.

"Yes master."

"So if I want to touch your tit like this, what would
you do?"

He'd reached out and was just holding the underside of
her right tit.

"I'd let you master."

"Is that all?"

"Umm, yes, umm, I guess so."

She'd started using the `I' word again but he decided
to let it go for the moment although later he'd punish
her for it of course.

"You wouldn't like do anything more. Wouldn't maybe
try to push your tit into my hand or, I don't know,
tell me you like it, like me touching your tits?"

"Yes master. I would. I um, I like it when you touch
my tit."

As she answered him she lent forward a bit, pushing her
tit into his palm.

"So. You know this is what you should do. Is that
what you're saying is it."

"Yes master."

He moved his hand down over her stomach to her mound.
This time she made sure she was pushing forward
although she didn't say anything but only because she
couldn't think of anything to say about his hand
against here there. Then he started playing with her
pubic hair, sort of combing his finger through it
almost like he was trying to straighten it out.

"Okay, then a few minutes ago when you walked past me
and I touched your tit, you kept on walking. You
didn't stop. If I didn't know better I'd almost think
you didn't want me to touch your tits. My tits really,
aren't they."

"No master . I mean yes master, they're your tits.
What I mean . what your slave means is ."

"What my fuck slut means."

"What your fuck slut means is that your fuck slut was
getting things from the cupboard. I mean, um, your
fuck slut means, umm she didn't know master."

"No, that doesn't make sense. You've already told me
that if I want to touch you then you'd let me. Not
only let me but, you know, you'd help. Isn't that
right slave?"

"Yes master."

"So before you must have done something wrong. Yes?"

"Umm, yes, I guess so master."

"Shit you're slow this morning. Your slut guesses or
your bitch guesses. Not I."

"Sorry master. Your slut guesses."

"Okay, good. So what happens when you do something
wrong slave?"

By now he was taking just a couple of strands of her
pubic hair and pulling on it, tugging so the skin on
her mound pulled out as the hair slowly slipped through
his fingers. She knew what he wanted her to say but it
was so hard. She wanted to cry again, wanted to run
away and hide, but she couldn't. All she could do was
try to control her trembling as she whispered the
words.

"You, you punish your slut master."

"What?"

"You punish your slut master. Ow!"

This time he'd yanked on a couple of strands of her
pubic hair, pulling them out.

"Right, so do you deserve to be punished for what you
did earlier?"

"Oh, yes master."

"Okay slave, if you think you should be punished then
I'll punish you later. Here, you'd better writer it in
your punishment book in case you forget. Let's see, I
think there's `lied to master', `pulled away when
master wanted to touch my tits . no, make that my big
tits' and `didn't offer my tits to master to play with
when I knew he wanted to play with them'. Of course
there's also `referred to myself as I many times
instead of slave or slut or cunt or any of the other
names a slave is called'. Show me what you've written.
Okay, one more I think. `For being a stupid cunt and
trying to fool master - double punishment'. Okay get
back to making breakfast slave."

As she started mixing the batter again she realised
that her hands were still trembling. She was going to
be punished again. He was going to hurt her and there
was nothing she could do about it. Except make sure
she didn't do anything else to piss him off. Now she
needed the milk. Two minutes ago she'd have gone
around the other side of the table, avoiding him but
this time she went straight past him, waiting for him
to make the slightest move so she could stop and let
him do whatever he wanted to her, touch her wherever he
wanted to.

Of course he didn't do anything as she went to the
fridge or came back. Next she realised she needed some
butter and this time he did reach out. She froze as
his hand settled on her right tit and held it. She
knew she should be doing more than just standing there
but it was like her body had become a stone.

"Hmm, that's a bit better but not really good enough.
Now pay attention carefully slave. If I want to do
something with your body you not only let me, you've
got to make it easy, you've got to help me with it.
Now why don't we try again. Go back over there. Okay
walk over here."

She wasn't certain exactly what he wanted but there was
no way she was going to say anything in case she said
the wrong thing. Back to the bench, turn around, walk
back to the fridge and as soon as his hand moved stop.
But this time she turned towards him and as his hand
covered her boob she lent down towards him a bit,
smiling at him and sort of humming.

"Hmmm."

"Like that do you?"

"Yes master."

He gently played with her boob for a few more seconds
and then let go, shaking his head.

"Nope, you're not getting it are you. I'll have to add
another punishment later. You really are proving to be
a stupid cunt aren't you cunt."

"Oh, no master, please I . um, your, your stupid cunt's
sorry. What did your stupid cunt do wrong? Please
tell me . her. She'll try again, please master."

"Well I take the time to play with your stupid tit and
when I ask you if you like me playing with it all you
can fucking say is yes. Not that it feels good, or I
don't fucking know, anything. You just stand there
like a fucking statue saying yes. Maybe the punishment
will help you get it right."

"Oh, yes, you're right, your stupid slut's sorry.
Please let her try again, please. She'll do better,
please she promises. You don't have to punish her,
please."

"Well, okay. But fucking try a bit harder or I will
have to fucking punish you big time. Go on, back over
there."

Back to the bench, turn, approach. As soon as his hand
touched her tit she was moaning.

"MMmmm. Oh yes."

As she lent down, without thinking of it her right hand
came up and covered his, stroking it as he massaged her
boob.

"Like that do you slave?"

"Oh yes master, your slave likes you playing with her
boobs. Feels so good when you hold them like that. Oh
yes. Oh, your squeezing your slave's boob. Ohh, shit,
hurting."

"I like doing that sometimes. You don't mind do you
slave?'

"Ahhh. Oh, no. No master. Hurts. Ahh."

"I'd like to squeeze harder, hurt you more. Do you
want me to slave?"

"Oh, yes. Master. Yes, please. Ahhhhh. Oh shit, I
mean thank you. No, your slave means thank you master.
Ahhh. Yes, that's nice."

He hadn't squeezed as hard as he had a couple of times
yesterday but he was pleased that she hadn't tried to
get away. As he pulled on her tit she lent over even
more till he was able to take her nipple in his mouth.

"Oh, yes master, that's nice. Suck my . your slave's
nipple. Oh, yes that feels good."

He didn't know what it was about having her nipple in
his mouth that was so special, all he knew was that it
felt fucking amazing. The rubbery feel of it was
unlike anything else he knew. Later he'd probably suck
on it for a lot longer but now he really did need some
breakfast so he reluctantly let her go.

"Okay slave, finish making my breakfast. Hey, aren't
you forgetting something?"

She'd started to turn back to the bench but quickly
turned back to him, desperately trying to think of what
she might have forgotten. Then it came to her.

"Thank you master. Thank you for playing with your
slave's tit and for sucking her nipple."

"That's much better. See you can learn. Okay go on."

After that, apart from a gentle slap on her bum as she
turned away, he didn't touch her again, letting her
finish getting their breakfast. When she finally
brought the food to the table he toyed with making her
eat hers on the floor like a dog, but somehow that
didn't feel right so they are facing each other across
the table. As they ate he made her tell him in detail
how she and Marcia stole the exam papers. It was
during this that he decided what he wanted to try with
her next and he only really half heard her story as his
heart started beating faster with nerves at the thought
of what he was going to be doing in a few minutes.
Finally it was time, the last bit of toast gone, the
last sip of coffee.

"I want you to take everything off the table and then
lie down on it. I'll be back in a second."

"Yes master"

It didn't take her long to clear the table and then she
climbed up onto it. She wasn't sure what to do so just
sat at one end, feeling very vulnerable. As she waited
for him to come back she tried to stay calm but her
mind started filling with thoughts of him punishing her
for what she'd done earlier. When he did come back her
heart sank as the first thing she saw was the bunch of
rope in his hand and the cuffs he'd used yesterday when
he'd raped her in the behind. If he wanted to tie her
up again them he must be going to whip her and maybe do
it to her in the bum again. She wanted to beg him not
to and almost did but the fear that that he'd only whip
her harder if she did stopped her. Instead, apart from
practically hyperventilating with fear she did nothing,
just sat waiting for him to once again do whatever he
wanted to her.

"Lie down. Good. Now get your bum right up to the
edge. Closer. Perfect. Now spread your legs. Come
on wider. More. I want them as far apart as you can
slave. Yeah, thought that'd work."

As she tried to do what he wanted he was pushing and
pulling at her legs till finally he had her in the
position he wanted. Her bum was right on the end of
the table and her thighs were spread out in a straight
line on either side, like she was doing the splits.
Her knees were now over the other sides of the table,
her legs dangling down alongside the table legs. Which
was perfect for what Richard was planning and he
quickly had the cuffs on her ankles and then her ankles
tied off to the table legs. He looped a second rope
around the top of the table leg and just under her knee
on each side, making doubly sure she was secure. Next
he cuffed her wrists and secured them to the other
legs, stretching her arms out and to the side above her
head. As a final touch he wrapped the blindfold around
her cutting off her vision entirely.

Stepping back from her head he took a moment to examine
his handy work. His heart started beating faster as he
looked down at her, blindfolded, secured and stretched
out flat just for him. He could do anything to her he
wanted now, fuck her, whip her, play with her,
anything. And she couldn't do a thing to stop him.
Fuck this was exciting. And the blindfold was a great
touch as he didn't want her watching him in case he
decided not to do it at the last moment.

He knew she been watching everything he did as he tied
her up but he hadn't really paid much attention to
that. It was only as he put on the blindfold that it
occurred to him that she was scared. More than scared,
she was terrified. With the cuffs and the ropes she
must think he was tying her up so he could punish her
again. His first instinct was to tell her not to worry
but he quickly quelled that one. Let her worry he
thought. She'd find out soon enough what he was
planning.

Moving closer to her he reached out and brushed a
finger over her tit enjoying how she flinched, uttering
a tiny cry. He waited a couple of seconds and did the
same to her other tit getting a similar result. He was
tempted to tease her like this some more but there were
probably even more exciting things he could do to her
and he was just putting them off really. Grabbing a
chair he sat down between her widely stretched legs
taking the time to absorb the amazing sight right in
front of him.

Her slender thighs were spread so wide the tendons were
showing, seeming to point in to her beautiful cunt. It
was half open, pink and inviting in the centre. Above
was the hood that hid her clit and her incredibly sexy
patch of blonde pubic hair, and below was her cute
wrinkled, arsehole. He brought his hands to her knees
and stroked along the smooth flesh of her thighs till
his hands almost met.

When he touched her she gasped once again, clenching
her legs preparing for the pain that she was sure must
be coming. She felt so incredibly vulnerable with her
legs spread apart so widely. When he reached her pussy
she shivered as he used his thumbs to spread her lips
apart. He must be going to hurt her there this time.
It wasn't fair, she'd tried so hard to do what he
wanted. Maybe if she really begged him he wouldn't
hurt her. Or maybe that would just make him even more
angry and he'd hurt her more.

Richard had no idea what Janet was thinking and didn't
really care at the moment. All he knew was that the
sight of her soft pink cunt was almost too much for him
and he so wanted to just stand up and fuck his hard
cock into her, filling her cunt once again. But not
this time. This time there were other things he had to
try.

Leaning even closer he inhaled, filling his lungs with
the wonderful scent of her pussy. Indescribable,
intoxicating, heavenly aroma. Breathing out he gently
blew over her pussy before taking another deep breath.
If the smell of her pussy was so amazing, if it looked
so inviting, then surely it had to taste great he
thought. With his tongue extended out as far as
possible he lent all the way in so he could lick the
tip of his tongue across her cunt hole. Sitting back
he closed his eyes to test the taste. Yes! What a
relief! It was good. Better than good, it was great,
sweet and fresh. Just like the aroma of her pussy. He
needed another taste, more this time. Taking longer he
licked from just above her arsehole up to her clit
gathering more of her juices to savour.

"Oh."

Janet wasn't sure what was happening but it didn't feel
like his fingers. Whatever he was using to touch her
pussy was softer and maybe wet. His tongue! He was
licking her! A cold shiver ran through her body. And
then his tongue pushed into her and she couldn't stop
her moan. He wasn't going to hit her, he was going to
go down on her.

As Richard pushed the tip of his tongue into her pussy
until his lips were pressed against her cunt lips he
half heard her moan and assumed that it was because she
liked it. Not that he'd have stopped if she didn't
like it because he loved it. After less than a minute
he was addicted. He loved the taste of her pussy and
the feel of it on his tongue and against his lips. He
started slowly lapping at her, licking up as much of
her pussy juice as he could.

Against her will Janet found herself slipping into an
erotic haze as he kept licking at her. For a while she
tried to resist but then she told herself that
resisting these feelings was not only hopeless, it was
actually impossible. He'd tied her up and blindfolded
her so all she could really do was lie here and go with
the sensations as he licked and licked and licked her
pussy. It seemed to be going on forever but then she
was jolted out of her daze.

"Ahhhh."

Her hips jerked up as though she'd been hit with an
electric shock as his tongue reached to the top of her
pussy and flicked across her clit. After all the
masturbating she'd done, all the times she'd played
with her clitoris, she thought she knew everything
about the pleasure she could get from down there. But
nothing had prepared her for the feel of his tongue on
her. It was magic and she tried to push herself
forward blindly searching for more of this new
sensation.

Concentrating his attention on her clit, Richard now
had no doubt that she liked what he was doing. With
his tongue he pushed back the hood covering her clit so
he could lick the smooth head. She immediately started
bucking her hips and he had to grip her thighs to try
to hold her steady. This was so cool he thought as he
started experimenting with how he licked her clit
moving his tongue in different patterns, different
pressures and speeds across the swollen nub. It didn't
matter how he did it though, her moans and twitching
seemed to be fairly constant. Actually that wasn't
true. Her moaning was getting steadily louder and the
twitching was also getting more extreme and he was
having to hold onto her thighs to keep her steady so he
could keep his tongue on her clit.

If this was punishment then she hoped it would go on
forever! It was hard to imagine something feeling
better than this. Then he sucked her clit into his
mouth as his tongue kept teasing it and she discovered
there was something even better. As he sucked so hard
she thought he was going to suck her clitoris off, she
exploded in a kaleidoscope of the most intense pleasure
she'd ever experienced.

"Ahhhh. Oh god. Ohh yes, yes. Oh shit. Coming, oh
god yes!"

The waves kept washing through her until she thought
she'd die from the pleasure and still he was sucking on
her, his mouth clinging to her clitoris as she madly
twitched and jerked against her bonds. She literally
saw stars and thought she was going to pass out the
feelings were so intense. Finally with one last spasm
it was over and she collapsed, gulping in air. So
wonderful, so amazing.

"Ahhh. No."

He had to stop now. She needed time to recover but his
mouth was still covering her clit, still sucking it.
Her clitoris was feeling raw and supersensitive now and
needed him to leave her for a bit till her nerves
recovered.

"Oh, no more. Please. Ahh, no, sensitive. Ohh."

He eased off on her clit although he was a bit pissed
off at her for trying to tell him what to do and
forgetting to call him master. Later he'd punish her
but not now. After riding her through that amazing
orgasm, now he wanted to taste more of her juice and
take the time to really explore her pussy with his
mouth. Releasing her clit he licked back down her slit
and found that she was almost flooded with cunt juice.
Of course, she must have creamed herself when she came
which was fine by him. It was a real buzz being able
to sort of force her come like this because he was
pretty sure that she didn't want to.

Her juice had trickled down past her arsehole and
without thinking about it he followed the trail. It
was only as he felt the crinkled skin of her rosette
under his tongue that he realised what he was doing.
Licking her arsehole. He'd never thought about doing
this and froze for a few seconds trying to work out if
he was grossed out by licking her bum. Nope. Not at
all. In fact it felt kind of good, the little crinkles
of her arsehole and he knew she'd showered this morning
so he started licking at it in earnest.

Janet couldn't believe it when she felt his tongue
licking her bum. Not that she should have been
surprised because after all he'd made her do that to
him. After getting over the shock she realised that it
felt good. A dirty, sexy and nasty type of good. This
oral sex was turning into something really exciting she
thought. Maybe made even more exciting because she was
tied up.

"Oh god!"

Somehow he'd actually pushed the tip of his tongue
inside her bum. It felt weird, really weird but not
bad. Strange and interesting. Different to having his
finger and very different to having his cock in there.
It was somehow exciting. Oh god, she must be so sick
to actually like having him put his tongue into her
bum. So sick. Such a slut.

Richard lost track of time as he practically worshipped
at her pussy. It was as though he was hypnotised as he
licked and sucked his way all around her slit. Apart
from her clit, his favourite bit was probably her inner
lips. He kept coming back to them, catching them
between his own lips, flicking them, sucking on them.
Of course pushing his tongue as far into her cunt as he
could was also a favourite. And her bum. Truth was
that everything he did with his mouth between her
beautiful legs was a favourite for him.

He also soon discovered the downside of pubic hair,
getting fine strands of her pubes caught in his mouth
but it was a very small price to pay for the heavenly
rewards. Maybe later he'd shave her pussy bald the way
they seemed to do in so many of the sex scenes he'd
downloaded.

His licking and sucking brought her to two more
shuddering climaxes before he had to finally stop
because his tongue and jaw were aching. Sitting back
he stared once again at her . no, at his pussy. He
reckoned he'd be eating it at least a dozen times a day
it tasted so amazing.

Through it all he hadn't thought about his own needs
but now that he was sitting back, no longer licking her
his cock demanded attention. It was hard, aching hard
as he stood and stepped closer to her. Lying on the
table the way she was, her cunt was at a perfect height
for his cock and, holding his shaft he rubbed the head
through her slit, covering it in her slippery juice.
Then he held it against her cunthole for a couple of
seconds, before sliding it in to the hilt in one smooth
move.

"Ahh. Fuck."

"Ohh, yes! Oh shit you're cunt is so hot. And tight."

She was still lost in the afterglow of her last orgasm
and until his cock plowed all the way into her, his
balls slapping against her bum she had no idea he was
about to fuck . no, to rape her again. Except it felt
good and being raped shouldn't reel good. No, not even
good, it felt great to have him filling her and she
hated him for that. This was the one thing missing
from all the orgasm's he'd brought her to with his
mouth, something filling her down there. And she was
tied up, so she really couldn't do anything about it
this time she reminded herself as her focus went down
to her pussy and the still new sensation of having it
filled with his hard cock.

Richard stood between her widespread legs, rocking his
hips back and forth, as he stared down, watching his
cock fucking in and out of her tight cunt. After all
the effort he'd put into eating her out he wasn't
interested in a long fuck. This was really just about
using her hot and oh so tight cunt to come into. With
each stroke he moved faster and faster, pushing for his
release until he was slamming into her so hard that the
table was being pushed across the floor. Then it
happened.

"Oh yeah. Shit getting there. Oh fuck! Coming. Shit
yeah coming in you again. Ah, fucking shit!"

Tightening his grip on her thighs he emptied his balls
into her beautiful cunt once again, jerking against her
with each spurt of come till he too was finally spent.
As the last spurt of come pumped out of his cock, his
legs gave way and he collapsed on top of her.

"Oh wow that was great. It's so good fucking you. And
eating you. That's awesome. Wowie! Mmmm, I love the
taste of your pussy."

Janet hadn't even come close to coming this time so
there was nothing to distract her from what she knew
she had to do.

"Thank you master. Thank you for fucking your slave
and for . for eating your slave."

"Good slave. Fucking good slave!"


School Girl Slave
by Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000

Initially this was planned as a trilogy however as I've
slowly progressed I've realised that this is only a two
volume opus. First book should be finished within a
couple of months (by Oct 2002). Second book is already
started but will take well into 2003 to finish I think.
Sorry, but I'm a slow writer, constantly going back and
doing re-writes.

The normal disclaimer applies. This is story is
copyright. May be freely distributed but not for
money. If you are under the age of 18 please don't
read as the contents are adult. This story is fantasy
and I do not condone nor encourage any of the non
consensual activities in it.

The story is archived at www.asstr-mirror.org and at
www.storiesonline.net

Very brief synopsis:
Story about a school girl enslaved by the neighbours
son.


Chapter 11 - Runaway

He rested on top of her, his head cushioned by her
beautiful boobs for a few minutes until he got his
breathing under control and he felt confident his legs
would hold him up again. Now he knew why most people
fucked lying down. It was hard to remain standing
after coming! Your legs totally gave out on you.

Pushing himself up he looked down at where they were
still joined. As he slowly slid his cock out of her
cunt he could see it was smeared with his come and her
juice. Awesome! It looked so fucking good with their
combined juices on it, incontrovertible proof that
after years of fantasising about it he really was
fucking Janet Sheen.

There was no doubt that this morning was proving to be
a brilliant one! Waking to a blow job, having his
naked slave make breakfast for him, discovering that he
loved the taste of pussy and having a morning fuck.
Life was so totally perfect and there was a lot of day
left in which to do even more with her.

In some ways Janet would have been happy if he'd left
her tied to the table. After coming three times she
was feeling truly satisfied and a little bit exhausted.
Even having his cock in her and him coming in her again
hadn't really been a problem. Although she hadn't
come, his cock, the feel of it deep inside her had felt
good, although she knew it shouldn't have.

However once he'd pulled out, he moved around the
table, untying her, taking the cuffs off, finally
taking off her blindfold and she knew she'd have to get
up. She took a moment to stretch her limbs, not able
to really look at him now she had her sight back,
before she climbed off the table and went down on her
knees. She knew what she had to do and wasn't going to
risk even more of his punishments. Besides she thought
as she started to lick his cock and balls clean of
their combined juice she really didn't mind the taste.
It was nice, well naughty and nice she thought, almost
giggling. And it was so much better than his
punishments.

"That's a good slave. You're learning. Umm, yeah.
Lick my balls clean."

There was something overwhelming about watching her
clean him like this and each time she'd done it he'd
wanted it to go on forever. All too soon she'd licked
his balls and pubes clean and she now had half his cock
in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked
on him. Holding her head he started guiding her mouth.

"Put your hands behind your back. Now leave them
there."

With her hands behind her something felt different
Janet thought, sucking as hard as she could, her tongue
rubbing against his shaft. At first she wasn't sure
what it was then she worked it out. The other times
because she could use her hands when she'd had to suck
him she'd felt she had a degree of control of the
situation even though he was forcing her to do it. But
with her hands behind her back and his hands gripping
her head, she had no control. She was just a mouth . a
hole for him to use. That was it, he was fucking her
mouth . her face. Her heart plummeted again as the
truth that in the last twenty four hours she had become
a thing, a slut to be fucked in the mouth, the pussy
and even the bum struck home.

With each stroke he pulled her head a fraction of an
inch further onto his cock, feeling his cockhead
brushing across the roof of her mouth each time. Then
she was pulling back against his hands and he figured
he must have reached her throat. He was pretty sure
this wasn't the best position to be in to try to get
his cock into her throat but he wanted to see what
would happen anyway. He'd read about gag reflex in
some stories on the net plus seen it in action on vids
he'd downloaded. Now he wanted to see what would
happen if he actually tried to fuck her throat. For
the next few strokes he was careful not to go to far,
waiting till she relaxed again, then he did it, pulling
hard on her head, watching as an extra inch of his cock
disappeared and he could feel his cockhead pressing
against what he assumed was her throat.

Janet panicked, gagging as his cock bumped against her
throat. Her hands came around to his thighs pushing
him away as her head jerked back, her mouth pulling off
his cock. She spluttered convulsively as her eyes
watered.

"Bad slave. Bad cocksucker. That's going to cost you.
I told you to leave your hands behind your back. You
can put that in your book along with a couple of things
from before. Let's see, you didn't call me master at
least twice and also you told me to stop sucking your
clit. Naughty. You never tell me to stop something.
And you never take your mouth off my cock like you just
did. Understand cocksucker?"

"Yes master, sorry master. It was choking."

He patted her on the head like you would a pet dog.

"There there, poor little slut. You'll just have to
learn not to choke won't you cocksucker? Cause I want
my cock all the way in your cocksucking mouth when you
suck it from now on. Okay, write it up in the book
then come into the family room. There's a video I want
you to watch. Deep Throat. You'd better watch it
carefully cause later you're going to show me what
you've learned."

"Yes master."

Deep Throat. She had a pretty good idea what it was
going to be about and she was pretty certain she wasn't
going to like it.

She was right. She didn't like the movie both for what
it was about which seemed impossible to her and also
because the movie seemed really old and naff. But she
watched carefully, trying to work out how Linda did it
without choking to death.

He'd left her to watch it by herself, telling her to
come up to his room when it was over so she could show
him what she'd learnt. It was so hard to go up though
knowing what he was going to make her do. She just
knew she wouldn't be able to do it and then he'd hit
her for not doing it. The trouble was that if she
didn't go up, if he came down and discovered her
waiting down here he'd also hit her. No choice.

While Janet was watching the video Richard had gone for
a quick swim and then started doing some work on the
photos he'd taken yesterday, downloading them and
touching them up and making sure that she couldn't be
recognised. Last thing he needed was someone from
school downloading a pic of her and recognising her.
That would really blow this. Still he was going to
have a great private collection of photos of Janet by
the time this was all over even if there were some he
couldn't post. And he'd already decided what the next
series would be of. He was so engrossed in his work
that he didn't hear her come up the stairs.

She stood in the doorway, arms by her side, waiting for
him to notice her. When after a while he didn't turn
around, she cleared her throat.

"Oh, didn't see you there."

When he'd turned he was smiling at her but the smile
quickly disappeared and now he was looking angry. At
first she couldn't work out what was wrong. He'd told
her to come up after watching the video, she hadn't
spoken without permission, she wasn't trying to cover
herself up. Shit. She'd forgotten to kneel. Within
seconds she was on her knees in the position with her
hands on her thighs.

"Too late. That'll be a punishment slave. So, you've
finished the video?"

"Yes master."

"Ready to try? Well?"

"I . your slave doesn't think she could do it."

"Then my fucking stupid slave will just have to keep
trying till she can, won't she. Maybe I can think of a
few things that will help you. You know, like a few
slaps on your bum if you don't do it. Or maybe on your
tits?"

"No master. I mean . your slave means. Sorry master.
Your slave means she'll try her best master."

"Good. And if your best isn't good enough I'll just
have to keep punishing you till it is won't I? And to
help, I'll make the punishment bigger each time till
you finally learn how to do it because you want to be a
good cocksucker don't you slave."

"Yes master."

"Thought so! But before you show me how you can deep
throat me there's something else I want you to do. I
want you to play with yourself while I watch. So get
up on the bed. I want you to masturbate till you come.
Okay?"

"Yes master."

A reprieve! Well that's what it felt like she thought
as she crawled to the bed and clambered onto it. She'd
make this last as long as possible, make it as good as
she could, make him so hot that maybe he'd want to fuck
her instead of making her suck him. It wasn't much,
but at least it was something to cling to she thought
as she positioned herself leaning against the bedhead,
her legs spread wide with her feet up near her bum.
Closing her eyes to block out where she was she brought
her hands down to the inside of her thighs and started
brushing her fingers over them, her touch so light it
was almost not there. But it was there enough to send
a shiver through her.

Click.

Her eyes flew open to see Richard at the foot of the
bed with a camera pointed at her. Without thinking she
covered her boobs, brought her legs together and
twisted to one side.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking some pics."

"No way."

"What?"

"No way. You're not taking any photos of me. Fuck!"

Instantly they were at an impasse, both of them glaring
at each other, but it was an impasse that Richard knew
he couldn't afford to lose. He cursed himself for not
realizing that she's be pissed off if she knew he was
taking photos of her like this. He'd forgotten that
she didn't know about him taking the photos yesterday.
But he wasn't going to let her stop him, no way. He'd
show her who was in charge. Putting the camera back on
his desk he sat on the edge of the bed, facing away
from her, patting the bed alongside him.

"Come down here."

Warily she moved down alongside him.

"In your ready position slave. No stay on the bed but
kneel in position. Hands behind your back. That's
right."

He half turned towards her and reached out to fondle
her boobs, gently stroking them and holding them.

"They're so beautiful. So fucking beautiful."

Janet wasn't sure what was happening. He'd gotten rid
of the camera but it seemed too easy. As he started to
tweak her nipple she remembered she was meant to thank
him when he said things about her.

"Thank you master."

"That's okay slave. Umm. Whose boobs are they?"

"What?"

"Whose boobs are they?"

"They're my . they're your boobs master."

"Yep, they're my boobs."

His hand moved down rubbing her stomach, her thighs and
then cupping her between her legs.

"And whose cunt is this slave?"

"Your cunt master? Uhh."

He'd slipped two fingers into her. For a while he
fucked her with his fingers, digging them in as far as
he could. She was still wet from their earlier fuck so
when he pulled his fingers out they were covered with
their combined juice.

"Well slave my fingers seem to be covered with come and
cunt juice. Whose come?"

"Yours master."

"And whose cunt juice?"

"Yours master."

Bringing his fingers up to her mouth he smeared the
combined juices over her lips and chin.

"That's right cunt because you're mine. Every part of
your slutty body is mine, isn't it? Isn't it cunt?"

"Yes master."

When he pushed his fingers into her mouth she dutifully
sucked them clean.

"No bitch. Tell me. Don't just fucking say yes
master."

"My slutty body is yours master. Uhh."

He'd jammed his fingers back into her cunt, getting
more juice on them.

"So if I want to take pictures of your fucking slutty
body while you play with your cunt then I can. Because
you fucking belong to me. Right cunt."

"Yes master."

"You're starting to piss me off now. I want to hear
you fucking say it cunt!"

"You can take pictures of me, of my slutty body while I
masturbate. I mean play with my cunt master."

This time he wiped his fingers over her cheeks and
forehead.

"Here you go fucktoy. Some make up. Now ask me. Ask
me to take pictures of you."

"Please master take pictures of me playing with myself.
Please master."

"Hmm. Not all that convincing. Tell you what, I'm
just going to get something. When I get back I want
you to beg me. And I want it dirty, really dirty and
convincing. Okay?"

"Yes master."

"Because if it isn't ."

As he left the room she started shaking. One minute
everything was fine, well maybe not fine but not
horrible like it was now. Now she was calling herself
names and agreeing to let him take picture of her
masturbating. Names. She had to think of things to
say so he wouldn't hurt her when he came back because
he seemed really angry, cold and angry with her this
time.

Richard had just remembered that his parents had
decided not to take their movie camera with them. It
took a while to get it out and make sure he had a tape
he could use so he was gone for about ten minutes.
When he returned she was still kneeling on the end of
the bed. She stared wide eyed at the camera but didn't
say anything.

"I thought why take still pics of my slave's body when
I can film her playing with her cunt. So let's make a
film slut. Your first porno! Any objections?"

"No master."

"Good. Here's what we'll do. When I start filming,
first you say who you are. That'd be Janet Sheen, sex
slave. Then you say what you are. Cum slut,
cocksucker, fuck toy, whore, all those things. Then
maybe say what you like doing. Sucking cock, being
fucked in the cunt and fucked in the arse, licking
arse. Then what you're going to do. Masturbate your
slimy cunt till you come like a slut. And make it
good. Believable. Or we'll do it again and again till
you do. Okay?"

"Yes master."

"Cause if we have to do it more than a couple of times
then I'll probably think you're fucking up on purpose
and have to punish you . a lot. So, smile for the
camera fuckface."

Somehow she managed to force a smile onto her face.

"Good. And when you've said it all you can get back up
there and start jerking off. Okay rolling. Start
talking cunt."

"Hi . I'm Janet Sheen and, and I'm a slave, a sex
slave. I love having sex, um, and sucking cock. I'm a
slut, a cum slut and a cocksucker. I'm going to
masturbate until I come."

"Cut, cut, cut. That was fucking pathetic. Shit. Do
you really want me to punish you, is that it?"

"No, I'm sorry master. I couldn't remember it all.
Really. Please let me try again, I'll be better I
promise master."

With his free hand he reached out and captured the
nipple on her right boob and holding it tightly,
twisted it.

"Ahhh."

"And stop saying I. It's this slave or your slave, not
I."

"Ohh, sorry master. Yes master."

"Okay, let's try again. Ready?"

"Yes master."

"Action."

"Hi. My name is Janet Sheen . um . sex slave. This sex
slave is a cum slut, a cocksucker and a, a dirty cunt.
This sex slave loves being fucked in the cunt and in
the arse. She loves sucking cocks. This slutty sex
slave is a fuck toy and licks cocks and licks arse.
She is going to play with her hot cunt and do it until
she comes. Because she's a . a disgusting, worthless
slut."

Awesome, totally awesome and a totally major turn on.
Especially watching her through the camera. With his
free hand he waved at her to move back up the bed into
position, following her with the camera.

Janet didn't care anymore. She felt so dirty, such a
slut now that it wouldn't have mattered what he'd
wanted her to do, she'd have smiled and done it.
Probably crying at the same time for what she'd become.
She positioned herself against the bedhead, legs again
spread wide, her pussy on view for his camera.
Bringing her right index finger up to her mouth she
licked it making sure it was wet and, once again
closing her eyes, trying to block out the world, she
started masturbating.

Somehow it was even better watching her through the
camera. It made it feel even more invasive, more
controlling as she started to move her fingers through
her slit. Zooming in so that he could catch everything
in detail he watched spellbound. She started by
stroking her wet finger through her slit from just
below her cunt to above her clit. After doing this
about half a dozen times she left her pussy alone and
moved to her thighs, brushing the inside of them with
the fingers of both hands. It looked like she was
barely touching herself. After a while the area she
was stroking widened to include her groin area, then
the tops of her hips and finally her flat stomach. As
she continued stroking herself with this feathery
touch, every so often she'd shiver and he'd see goose
bumps breakout on her body.

This went on forever and Richard was about to tell her
to hurry up, thinking she was maybe stalling when with
the index fingers of both hands she started playing
with the silky blonde hairs on her sparse bush. It
didn't even look like she was touch her skin, just the
hairs on her mound, her touch was so light.

He almost missed the next development, thinking at
first that the tiny noises he kept hearing were the bed
squeaking, but after the first couple he realised that
it was her, sort of making tiny moaning noises.

She didn't spend too long playing with her bush, moving
her fingers down along the outside of her pussy lips,
stroking them and pushing them together before she
finally pulled them apart completely revealing her
glistening pink inner lips. Then she was stroking her
fingers over her inner lips, getting them wet with her
juices. The way she was going, this video was going to
provide him with jerk off material for the rest of his
life!

"Ohhh."

This time there was no mistaking her moan as she
brushed a fingertip over her clit. When she'd started
touching herself it had been hidden but at some stage
it had appeared, poking out of it's hood like a tiny,
smooth, shiny pearl. For a while she seemed to
concentrate on her clit, just using one finger which
she occassionally dipped into her pussy folds to keep
wet as she continued to softly moan.

"Ahhh."

Now the pace was picking up and she slid the index
finger of her other hand inside her cunt and started
slowly working it in and out, gradually increasing
speed. As she worked her fingers in her cunt and over
her clit, he moved the camera slowly up her body. The
muscles on her stomach seemed to be almost clenching
and releasing in counterpoint to her finger fucking.
Her chest was started to rise and fall drawing instant
attention to her firm boobs with their wonderful hard
nipples. Finally, her mouth and lips were looking more
erotic than he could have ever imagined. It looked as
though she was chewing on them, first the bottom lip
then the top lip and every so often her tongue would
poke out and lick wetly over them. Shit, this was
awesome.

"Oh yes."

He zoomed out so he could get all her body. She now
had two fingers pistoning inside her while the other
hand was brushing back and forth across her clit so
fast it was a blur. Her hips and whole lower body was
squirming as she obviously moved closer and closer to a
climax. And all on tape!

"Ahh. Yes. Oh, shit. Yes. Ohhhh, god. Ohh, wow.
Yeah."

She'd done it. Masturbated for him till she came.
Fucking amazing! Shit he wished he could tell someone
about this. This really deserved to be shared although
he knew that he'd never be able to. Even watching her
come down from her orgasm was great. She was holding
her pussy with both hands. It looked like she still
had her fingers inside her and every twenty seconds or
so she tense up, shake and then moan. Wow. Maybe she
was having multiple orgasms.

They weren't multiple orgasms, something Janet was yet
to experience, just the sort of aftershocks she
sometimes had after a really good session. And this
had been a good session because she'd basically thought
fuck him, she was going to enjoy this for as long as
possible. And she wasn't even going to open her eyes
till he made her which of course happened almost as
soon as she thought that.

"So what are you thinking about when you're getting
yourself off?"

She slowly opened her eyes, not quite sure what he was
asking.

"What master?"

"When you play with yourself, what do you think about.
You know, like who do you think about. I think about
you a lot when I jerk off. Bet you didn't know that."

She just stared at him, a thousand thoughts suddenly
racing through her mind. Normally when she masturbated
she fantasized about her boyfriend or a potential
boyfriend or someone famous making love to her. But
this time she'd unknowingly fantasized about him, the
person who'd been raping her. It had somehow crept up
on her as she lay there. Lay there performing for him
like a slut, a bitch in heat!

No. This was wrong. It was all so wrong, made even
more so because what she'd been thinking about wasn't
him raping and hurting her. She'd being remembering
him caressing her, kissing her and licking her. She'd
been remembering how amazing his cock had felt inside
her, how mind blowing it had been just a couple of
hours ago when he'd brought her to those orgasms with
his tongue.

"Hello? Anyone there? Hello slave?"

"I've got to go."

"What?"

Already she was off the bed, stepping into her skirt
and picking up her top.

"What the fuck are you doing? Hey. What d'you think
your fucking doing?"

"Going. Have to go. Have to ."

Before he could stop her she was out the door, pulling
her top on, not even bother to get her shoes. He
followed her, calling after her but she practically ran
down the stairs and out the front door.

"Come back here. Come back slave!"

But she didn't and he stood at his front door, naked,
unable to follow as he watched his slave disappear from
his life.




School Girl Slave
by Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000

Initially this was planned as a trilogy however as I've
slowly progressed I've realised that this is only a two
volume opus. First book should be finished within a
couple of months (by Oct 2002). Second book is already
started but will take well into 2003 to finish I think.
Sorry, but I'm a slow writer, constantly going back and
doing re-writes.

The normal disclaimer applies. This is story is
copyright. May be freely distributed but not for
money. If you are under the age of 18 please don't
read as the contents are adult. This story is fantasy
and I do not condone nor encourage any of the non
consensual activities in it.

The story is archived at www.asstr-mirror.org and at
www.storiesonline.net

Very brief synopsis:
Story about a school girl enslaved by the neighbours
son.

Chapter 12 - Blackmailed again
Janet didn't stop till she was safely in her bedroom.
She sat at her dressing table, staring into the mirror,
searching for evidence of the traumatic events she'd
been through. Nothing. Surely there should be some
external evidence of what had happened to her but she
didn't look any different.

At least she was free from him. Trouble was she didn't
feel free, not with him still holding the evidence of
her and Marcia cheating. Not that it mattered as he'd
probably emailed it to everyone by now. If she thought
her life was over before then now she was sure it was.

If only she could at least talk to someone but the
choices were kind of limited. Normally if there was a
really big problem in her life she'd talk to her mom
about it but she knew that she had to hide this from
her parents no matter what. The only other people she
could tell were Kelly who was going to be away for
another fortnight and Marcia who'd be away even longer.

There were other friends but she couldn't talk to them
about this. She could just hear the conversations.
"Hi it's Janet. I've just been raped and whipped and
had all sorts of horrible things done to me by the guy
who lives next door. How did it happen? Well, he did
it because I stole some exam papers and cheated on my
exams and he found out so I agreed to be his sex slave
if he wouldn't tell anyone." Shit!

Staring in the mirror wasn't helping so she ran a bath
and soaked in it for ages, imagining the water washing
away her problems. This helped a bit when she was in
the bath but as soon as she got out the problems were
back with a vengence.

Janet spent the next few hours alternately pacing
through the house, trying to watch tv to escape or
lying on her bed, clutching her pillow and fighting
back tears. It wasn't until early afternoon that she
remembered Marcia had said she'd occassionally check
her email while she was away. She turned on her
computer so she could send Marcia an email telling her
she had to call her no matter what.

Richard's first response was disappointment. Huge, all
encompassing disappointment as Janet disappeared from
his life. Then as he shut the front door his
disappointment was swept aside by fear that she'd tell,
fear that next time he opened the front door there'd be
a cop standing there, waiting to arrest him. Maybe if
he got rid of the evidence he'd be able to deny it all.
First, all the stuff he had on the computer had to go
he thought as he headed back to his room.

Sitting down in front of his computer he moved the
mouse to deactivate the screen saver and there was the
image he'd been working on in photoshop. She was naked
with her arms and legs stretched out and the red lines
from where he'd whipped her traced across her beautiful
body. He clicked on the image zooming in till her
blindfolded face and gorgeous tits filled the monitor.
How could he delete something so special, so sexy?
There must be another way out of this and even if there
wasn't he'd prefer to risk being arrested rather than
getting rid of the pictures and the video.

The pictures and the video. Maybe there was another
way. Maybe he could use them. Maybe it wasn't over
but he'd have to hurry.

As Janet loaded her email program her mind was mostly
occupied with working out what she could risk saying to
Marcia. From force of habit she checked her inbox,
dumping a few spam emails and barely glancing through
the others which she'd reply to later. However the
last email stopped her dead.

Hi Janet. This is Richard. If you want to check out
your new website click on this link. Lots of pics of
you like the one below and a vid of you doing you know
what. You have two hours to call me to talk about
this.

Underneath was a web address and she watched in shock
as an image of her downloaded below the address. He'd
obviously taken it yesterday after he'd first whipped
her. For ages she just stared at it, unbelieving that
pictures of her looking like this could exist, unable
to move before she finally hit the delete button.

No. Wrong. She had to check out the site, see if it
really existed. The delete folder. It was still
there. She dragged the email back to her inbox and
with a sinking heart clicked on the link. It worked.
There was a pink background, some text and lots of
pictures, all of her.

Welcome to Janet Sheen's Teenage Slut site.

I'm Janet and I'm a total teen slut. I'm only fifteen
but I'm into some heavy shit. Check out the pictures
below of me tied up after my master has whipped me.
Then click on the video icon. This will download my
first net video. In it I tell you what a slut I am and
then I finger my hot cunt just for you until I come. I
think you'll like it because there are lots of close
ups of my tight teen cunt. If you do like it, email me
at the address below and if you're lucky I'll email you
back with my phone number and tell you where I live so
you can come visit and we can fuck and suck all night.

Hope to hear from you soon.

She didn't bother clicking on the video link. There
wasn't any point because even if it didn't work the
photos were real and there was no doubt it was her
behind the blindfold and the gag. No doubt it was her?
As if that mattered when the page was called Janet
Sheen's Teenage Slut Site.

Yesterday when she'd signed that stupid slave thing to
stop him telling family and friends about her cheating
it was to stop all the people she knew from finding
out. If she hadn't maybe she'd have been expelled from
her school, maybe she'd be grounded for a long time but
it probably would only have been for the cheating and
it would have been forgotten eventually. Not this.
This was going to be forever. Everywhere she went,
every person she met for the rest of her life she'd be
wondering if they'd seen this, if they had watched her
masturbate. If she didn't do something about it her
life really would be over this time.

She didn't know how long she sat staring blindly at the
screen before, with trembling hands, she picked up her
phone and dialed Richard. She hadn't called his number
for at least three years but she still remembered it
from when they were friends. So long ago. Shit, why
did she do what Marcia demanded all those years ago.
Kel was right, she shouldn't have shut Richard out of
their lives and now it was too late.

Richard was in the kitchen grabbing some food when he
heard the phone. Racing for it he skidded to a stop as
he grabbed the handset.

"Hello? Hello?"

There was no one there. Shit he must have missed it.
He was just about to hang up when he thought he heard
something.

"Hello. Is there ."

"Hi."

It was Janet, her voice so quiet he barely heard her.
That must be a good sign he thought. She wasn't
yelling at him, demanding that he get rid of the web
site as he'd half thought she might.

"Hi."

"It's me. Ummm . I . I saw the email and the ."

"Right . and?"

"Umm, okay."

He punched his fist into the air, mouthing a silent
victory cry. It wasn't over. He still had her. More
than had her, she was really totally fucking his now
and she knew it. She'd tried to get away and now she
knew that she couldn't. Ever.

"Okay?"

"I'll . you know . I'll do what you want."

"I'll?"

There was a long silence before she replied, her voice
almost inaudible.

"Your slave . master."

"Right. Better. You've been a naughty little slave
haven't you?"

"Yes master."

"A very naughty little slave. And what happens to
naughty slaves? Well, what?"

"Punished."

"Yep. They're punished. Guess what your punishment
will be slave."

"You'll . you'll hit me . hit your slave."

"Tell you what, let's play a little game. I want you
to tell me how many times you think I should hit you.
Not now. Tomorrow at nine o'clock when you'll come
over. Here's how the game will go. I know how many
hits you deserve. If you tell me I should hit you less
than I think then you'll get your number plus mine. If
you tell me the same as I think or more, then that's
all you'll get. Understand slave?"

"Yes master."

"Okay. Nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't you dare
be late slave. And you'd better be able to stay all
night again or else."

Yes! It was on again. Initially, if she'd called and
given in again, he'd planned on telling her to come
over immediately. But while he was waiting for her
call he'd started thinking about what he wanted to do
if she did come back. He was going to need lots of
preparation time so he'd decided that he'd have to wait
till tomorrow. It was going to be worth it though and
if he got too horny waiting he could always jerk off to
his new video of her.

Somehow Janet survived when her parents came home and
she had dinner with them without either of them asking
her if anything was wrong. After dinner she retreated
to her room and spent the next few torturous hours
trying to work out the magic number. She knew that
coming up with the right sort of number was really
important. If she said something easy like one or two,
he'd probably get really pissed off and make it lots.
But if she came up with a bigger number and it was
still too small then she'd be getting that plus
whatever he thought. Finally she settled on a number
which she of course adjusted constantly every time she
thought about it.

Eventually she went to bed but for ages she couldn't
sleep she was so wound up. There was a way she knew
which normally helped her fall asleep but it felt wrong
to be doing that tonight so she tossed and turned till
she couldn't stand it anymore.

Easing her hand down to her pussy, she conjured up
images of one of the guys from her favourite tv show as
she started stroking her finger through her pussy. She
had to bite on her lip to stop from moaning because she
was very sensitive tonight. Good though she thought,
it would mean she could get off quickly. Slipping her
finger inside she covered it with her juices and
started playing with her clitoris, coaxing it out as
she started to think of someone licking her. It had
felt so good, so complete when he put his mouth on her
clitoris, so much more complete than using a finger
was. And when he'd licked all over her pussy and
pushed the tip of his tongue into her pussy and even
when he put his tongue into her bum. But the best part
was when he'd sucked her clitoris into his mouth and
she'd exploded in that first overpowering orgasm this
morning.

As she came, one hand pushing into her pussy the other
gripping her bedclothes, images of sucking his cock and
of having his cock in her pussy flashed through her
mind. It was only as she relaxed after the waves of
her orgasm had washed over her that she realised that
she'd actually masturbated with Richard as her fantasy.
Tears rolled down her cheeks once again. Even in her
fantasies she couldn't seem to escape him.

Less that a hundred yards away Richard was also in bed.
His tv was positioned so he could watch in bed and he
had linked the video camera to it. As the video of
Janet masturbating started and she smiled for the
camera, introducing herself as a sex slave, Richard
started stroking his already hard cock, settling down
for a long stroke session.



School Girl Slave
by Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000

Initially this was planned as a trilogy however as I've
slowly progressed I've realised that this is only a two
volume opus. First book should be finished within a
couple of months (by Oct 2002). Second book is already
started but will take well into 2003 to finish I think.
Sorry, but I'm a slow writer, constantly going back and
doing re-writes.

The normal disclaimer applies. This is story is
copyright. May be freely distributed but not for
money. If you are under the age of 18 please don't
read as the contents are adult. This story is fantasy
and I do not condone nor encourage any of the non
consensual activities in it.

The story is archived at www.asstr-mirror.org and at
www.storiesonline.net

Very brief synopsis:
Story about a school girl enslaved by the neighbours
son.

Chapter 13 - Twin Peaks

The next morning she waited in her room till her
parents had left for work before venturing downstairs.
After a quick breakfast she showered and dressed. That
was the hardest part, working out what to wear because
she wanted to cover herself as much as possible but
didn't want him to realise it. If it wasn't that she
knew it would piss him off she'd have worn baggy pants
and a loose top. What she settled on was a wrap around
skirt that came to just above her knees, pair of her
plainest panties and a sports bra, a crop top that was
very loose so that it didn't really show off her boobs
and a pair of sandals.

By five to nine she was standing outside Richard's
front door. Taking a big breath to try and dispel her
fear she reached out, opened the door and stepped
inside to find the ominous leather cuffs laid out on
the floor along with her leash and lying next to it two
fake cocks. To one side was a tripod with the video
camera he'd used to film her yesterday focused straight
at her.

"Good morning slave."

Her head whipped to the right where there was a small
speaker sitting on a chair.

"That's right, I'm watching you on the camera and I'm
speaking to you through this. Shut the door. Good.
Now kneel in front of the clothes I've prepared for
you. Kneel slave! Now!"

She dropped to her knees, hands behind her back
assuming the ready position.

"Good slave. Except you still have your own clothes
on. Bad slave. From now on as soon as you come in you
take your clothes off. Now, take everything off, put
on your cuffs and then get back into position. Come on
cunt!"

"Yes master."

Cunt! The word reverbrated in her head as she took off
her clothes, not even having time to consider how
pointless it had been taking so much time earlier
deciding what to wear. Skirt, top, sandals, bra,
panties and she was naked again, shivering now with
fear as the reality of once again being his slave, of
having to let him degrade and hurt her struck home.
The embarrassment of having no clothes on also flooded
back and she had to work hard to control her urge to
cover her tits and pussy. Picking up the cuffs she
started putting them on, starting with her wrists and
them twisting around to put the ankle cuffs on before
locking the collar around her neck. Then she was back
in position, clothes scattered around her, eyes staring
at the floor, trying not to look at the two horrid fake
cocks in front of her as she became conscious of her
nipples, hard and pointing straight at the camera.

"Good slave. That's the way you should be all the
time, naked, on your fucking knees, ready to be used
like the fuck slut you are. Now for the interesting
stuff. I hope your cunt is wet because you have 30
seconds to get the vibrator up there. That's the pink
plastic cock. Starting now!"

Reaching out with a shaking hand she picked up the
vibrator. It looked so real, at least seven inches
long and probably as thick as Richard's cock. Kneeling
up she slowly brought it between her legs till the head
was against her hole. With the fingers of her other
hand she spread her pussy lips apart both thankful and
disgusted when she felt the slickness on her fingers.
Thankful because it meant that she was wet enough to
put the vibrator in without having to hurt herself,
disgusted because it was just another bit of proof that
she really was a slut.

"Ten seconds."

"Uhhh."

She doubled over as the head slid inside, once again
trying to get used to the feel of something this big
inside her pussy.

"Five seconds bitch. Hurry up if you don't want your
punishment to be even worse than it's going to be."

Taking a big breath she pulled her hand up, the
vibrator sliding all the way into her till it hit the
top of her pussy.

"Uggh."

"Good slut. Leave it there. Now the butt plug.
That's the black cock of course, fat on one end,
skinnier in the middle. It goes up your arse. And
because I'm kind I'll let you grease it first. Forty
seconds to grease it and fuck it up your arse."

Straightening up she looked at the black thing in front
of her and then up at the camera as though she might be
able to actually see him, mouth open in shock as she
realised exactly what he wanted her to do.

"Yes cunt, up your tight arse. Time's ticking away.
If I were you I'd get that tube of KY and get to work.
Otherwise I'll have to punish you so bad for not doing
what you're told. Good little slut, that's the way."

With trembling hands she gingerly picked up the tube of
KY and then the plug by its base. She squeezed a glob
of lubricant on it and started carefully rubbing it
over the thing.

"Twenty seconds left. I'd hurry up if I were you. And
you might want to stick some of that up your arse as
well."

The panic almost overwhelmed her. She didn't know if
she'd be able to push this thing into herself but she
knew she'd have to try.

"Fifteen seconds cunt."

Putting the dildo down she bent over, her head on the
floor and her arse sticking up in the air. Reaching
behind herself she squirted the KY against her
arsehole. Dropping the tube she spread it around,
finally pushing a finger into herself.

"Ahh shit."

She pushed her finger around a bit, trying to spread
the slippery stuff as much as she could. Her other
hand groped around on the floor till she found the
dildo again. Holding it against her arsehole she
presses but there was no way she could do it.

"Five seconds bitch."

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut she pulled forward as
hard as she could.

"Ahhhh . oh fuck . uhhhh."

Toppling over she fell on her side, shaking with the
shock of what she'd done to herself. It felt so big,
filling her bum and pushing up against the vibrator
that was jammed into her pussy. After the initial jab
of pain that had caused her to lose her balance, it
didn't really hurt but it felt so unnatural, so
disgustingly dirty to have these two things filling her
down there.

"Okay, you made it just in time. Now get back on your
knees. Come on slave, get on your fucking knees. Get
up you fucking cunt!"

Shakily she knelt back up, every move reminding her of
the two objects now invading her body.

"Yeah that's good. Okay slut, now you're just the way
you should be all the fucking time, cock filling your
cunt and your arse. Now put on the leash and get on
all fours and crawl to me. You've got two minutes to
find me fuck toy."

Richard was in the family room, sitting naked in a
chair, one hand holding a microphone, the other slowly
stroking his hard cock, watching the tv screen that
he'd connected to the video camera. It was on a wide
view and he'd seen everything that Janet had done for
him. Now as he watched she was moving off screen,
crawling as fast as she could to find him. His slave
was coming to him and he knew that now she'd do
everything he told her to do and that she'd never run
away from him again.

As she crawled she hoped that he hadn't gone upstairs
because she knew she be late if that was the case.
First she tried the lounge room but that was empty so
she headed for the family room where he'd hurt her so
badly the first day. There she found him waiting for
her. She stopped in the doorway, on all fours, and
they stared at each other, her eyes filled with defeat,
his with victory.

"Hello slave. You made it with thirty seconds to
spare. Good slave. Come on, over here and in
position."

She stopped in front of him and knelt again, hands
behind her back and eyes down. Standing up he circled
her before crouching in front of her, tilting her head
up so he could stare into her eyes. On hand reached
between her legs so he could touch his new toys, buried
inside her. He pushed on the butt plug making her
grunt and then he twisted the vibrator which elicited a
small moan from her.

"Like my new toys do you slut? Well cunt?"

"Yes master, your slave likes your new toys."

Taking hold of her naked breasts, he caressed them for
a while before starting to squeeze them.

"You were a very bad slave running away the so as we
agreed I'm going to have to punish you for being so
bad. And I'm going to really enjoy it bitch."

By now he was holding her hard nipples between finger
and thumb, and he started clamping down and twisting,
sending lances of pain darting through her breasts.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Somehow she held on, staying in position until he
finally released them.

"That's a good slave. Didn't pull away. So, what do
you think your punishment should be?"

She was so terrified that whatever she said he'd tell
her it was wrong and just add it to what he wanted that
for a few moments it was like she was struck dumb.
Eventually she whispered the number she'd come up with.

"Sixteen master."

"Sixteen? So you think sixteen is enough for running
away do you? Really?"

"No, yes. More? I . your slave doesn't know. I'm .
she's sorry master. Should it be more? Please master.
I'll . your slave will say more if you want her to."

"No slave. The deal was that you say what you think.
And you did that, you said sixteen. Now if I thought
you should get twenty, then you're going to get thirty
six aren't you?"

"Yes master."

She'd got it wrong. She should have said more, now it
was going to be twice as bad. More. Finally the tears
started trickling down her cheeks.

"But I was only going to give you twelve, so it'll just
be the sixteen that you think you deserve slave."

"What? Only sixteen? Oh, thank you master, thank
you."

Her relief was palpable. Sixteen, not thirty six.

"Next thing is should I use my hand or should I use the
whip? Which hurts more? Well slave girl, which one
hurts more?"

"The whip master."

"Right. So which do you think it should be? Should I
whip you, which you say will hurt more or should I just
spank you?"

It was like a trick question and she had no idea what
would happen if she got it wrong. If she said spanking
maybe he'd just whip her anyway or maybe even punish
her more for asking for the one that wasn't going to
hurt as much. But if she said whip then that was
probably all that would happen.

"I'm waiting cunt. Tell me which one you think you
fucking deserve or I'll do sixteen of both."

"Whip master."

"Okay. Good choice. That's what I think. So let's
get started. Get down on the floor over here on your
stomach. Come on, face here and feet her. That's
right. Now attach you ankles to these. Come on, hurry
up slut. Okay left hand here. Lock it on. Now put
your right hand here. Good slave."

Richard had set up four ropes on the floor that were
tied off to different parts of the wall. After he'd
secured the cuff on her right hand to the final rope
she was spreadeagled on the floor, her arms and legs
forming right angles. He then grabbed her hair in one
hand, using it to lift her head up.

"Open up. Need to put the gag in cause I think you'll
be screaming a lot. There we go, just making sure it's
tight."

With the gag secure he moved down to her hips and
taking hold of the flange of the butt plug, he tapped
his finger on it. This was so fucking amazing. He had
a fake cock up the arse of Janet Sheen! Then he
twisted it which caused her to jerk and grunt.

"Like that bitch? Like having your arsehole stuffed?
And your cunt stuffed. Want me to turn on the
vibrator? Of course you do because you're a slut,
aren't you?"

Apart from her muffled grunt, there was no obvious
reaction when he switched on the vibrator but he
guessed they probably took a while to have any effect.
Not that he really cared because now he wanted to get
on with her punishment which would be followed by his
first come of the day and he had something special
planned for that.

Janet's concentration was now on her pussy and the
vibrating cock that was filling her. Even in this
terrifying position she could still feel the first
tendrils of pleasure seeping in. The movement in her
pussy seemed to be making it easier to have the other
thing stuck inside her bum. In fact the way the
vibrator was moving against the other thing was already
starting to feel nice.

Pain!

Her whole body exploded, jerking with the incredible
pain that slashed across her bum. She twisted her head
to the other side, craning up to try and see where he
was as the second stroke landed on her already stinging
bum.

The whip he'd chosen was a single strand one, about
four feet long with a braided handle that added another
foot to it. He hadn't used it on her before but the
way she was jerking about it was obvious that it hurt
even though he hadn't swung very hard. He'd have to be
careful because he didn't want to hurt her too much,
just enough to show her that she couldn't piss off on
him like she had any more.

"This one is going to go from your right shoulder
diagonally across your back. Ready? Yeah, perfect,
now I just have to move around to get the other side.
Okay, that looks great, there are these two red stripes
now. Looks like a cross on your back. I hope you like
it. Now for you legs bitch."

Methodically he worked his way over her body. The
worst part was probably the way he'd tell her each time
exactly where he was going to hit her. Most of the
time he even bent down and traced a line over her body
with his fingernail as he told her where he was going
to try to land the whip. Then he'd wait, letting her
imagine it before striking. And with every stroke she
jerked and grunted, fresh waves of pain radiating
through her poor body. He lashed her sixteen times
till her body was patterned with angry looking red
stripes.

"Well cunt, that's your sixteen lashes. Now it's time
for me to have some fun. Can't have you being the only
one enjoying yourself can we? Umm, trouble is your
cunt and your arsehole seem to be full, and your mouth
is full too isn't it. Guess I'll just have to work
something else out. Here, roll over and spread
yourself out again."

He'd undone her restraints and flipped here over onto
her back causing her to jerk with pain as her bum and
back hit the floor. Quickly he re-cuffed her into the
spreadeagled position and them knelt over her, sitting
on her stomach. He'd discarded the whip and was now
holding a small bottle and a pillow which he roughly
pushed under her head.

"This is for under your head so you can see what's
happening. Oil's for your big tits. Need them nice
and slippery for the next thing bitch."

Pouring the massage oil on her tits he spread it all
over them, making sure that there was plenty of oil in
the valley between her tits before he discarded the
bottle. Leaning forward he rested his cock in between
her tits, one hand cupping the outside of each tit.

"Know what I'm going to do now cunt? I'm going to fuck
your tits and then I'm going to come all over your
fucking face. And don't you dare close your fucking
eyes or I'll whip your fucking tits. That's better
slave."

Pressing her tits together he closed them around his
cock and then started moving his hips back and forth.

"Oh yeah, like that slut? Like having a cock fucking
between your big fat tits? Of course you do because
your a cock sucking, come eating little cunt aren't you
slave? Yeah, that feels real good."

Her mind was slowly clearing from the shock and the
pain of the whipping and it wasn't till he was pushing
her tits together, his cock was moving between them
that she really understood what was happening. She'd
never heard of anything like this, using a girls tits
so that a guy could come till he'd threatened to do it
to her on the first day. But it was just another of
the perverted things that he was doing to her. His
cockhead kept appearing and disappearing as it moved
through the tunnel he'd formed. All she could do was
lie there, waiting for his cock to spew his come all
over her and listen to him saying all the horrible
things about her.

Already he could feel the pressure building in his
balls and this time he wasn't worried about trying to
hold back. He wanted to come on her, wanted her to be
humiliated and suffer for running away. He squeezed
her tits together even harder, fingers sinking into
them, not caring how much it hurt her. With every
stroke the underside of his cock and his balls were
rubbing over her breastbone and he was getting closer
and closer. Sliding his hands up a bit he took her
nipples between thumb and forefinger, holding them
lightly, waiting for that glorious moment when he would
come.

By now she was getting used to the pain in her tits and
the pleasure from the vibrator in her pussy started to
intrude. She tried to concentrate on the pleasure
building in her pussy, wanting to block out what he was
doing but it was impossible to do as he gripped her
tortured tits even harder. As she watched his cockhead
constantly appear and reappear from between her
squashed tits she knew that soon it would be spewing
his load all over her face, just like in the videos she
watched.

"Get ready cunt, get ready for a cum bath. Ahhh, fuck
yes."

The first spurt of come splattered over her face,
leaving a trail from her forehead, across her left eye
and onto her cheek. But the worst part was the pain.
As he came, he clamped down on her nipples as hard as
he could. Her body jerked, trying desperately to
escape the searing pain. He kept thrusting through her
tits, another spurt of come splattering over her face
with each upward thrust. And as each glorious spurt of
come coursed through his cock he tortured her nipples
again, making her jerk her bound body uncontrollably.
It felt like he was like riding a wild horse as she
tried unsuccessfully to throw him off her which just
spurred him to pinch her nipples even harder.

"Oh fuck yeah. Fucking cunt! Covering your fucking
face. Oh shit, right up your fucking nose. Awesome.
You bitch, take it all slave."

After the first half dozen spurts of come her face was
covered, globs of come in her hair, on both eyes,
cheeks and even in her nose. Letting go of her bruised
tits he grasped his cock and started jerking off,
milking the rest of the come out so that finally there
were creamy strands of come on her neck and over her
heaving tits.

"Yeah, cum slut. That's what you are, my come slut.
Oh fuck that's good."

He stayed kneeling over her for ages, slowly stroking
his still hard cock as he looked in awe at the sight.
From her tits up there were ropey stings of his come
which in some places was slowly dribbling down her face
and tits. As he watched, one strand rolled down her
cheek and pooled in her ear while another rolled down
the slope of her tit to puddle on her stomach.

Finally he climbed off her.

"That's all for now, slave. But you can stay there for
a while, maybe think about what a bad slave you've
been. And while you're thinking about what a naughty
cunt you've been you can watch some more videos."

He'd dubbed a four hour tape the night before. It had
some of the `How to Please Your Man' videos on it
interspersed with some really hardcore vids he'd
collected. They were bondage, gangbang and rape
scenes, really heavy stuff. He had the TV set up on a
trolley with a special arm so that it could be
suspended over her head. Wheeling it over her started
the tape.

"Now I want you to enjoy yourself while you watch the
videos. And you'd better fucking watch every second of
them because I might just test you on them. Plus some
of them are sort of a warning of what will happen to
you if you keep being a naughty slave. See this? This
will help you enjoy. It plugs into your vibrator to
make sure that the batteries don't run out. External
power."

It was just an AC adaptor which meant that the vibrator
could run forever. Crouching between her splayed legs
he grasped the vibrator, pulling it almost all the way
out. Yet another turn on for him as he saw how wet and
slick it was from her cunt juice. She must be getting
turned on from it even with him whipping her he thought
as he started working it in and out of her wet cunt a
few times before plugging in the adaptor. Then he
changed the setting to variable. See how she liked
that!

Picking up his digital camera he took a few shots
before hitting the play button on the vid and leaving
her.




School Girl Slave
by Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000

Initially this was planned as a trilogy however as I've
slowly progressed I've realised that this is only a two
volume opus. First book should be finished within a
couple of months (by Oct 2002). Second book is already
started but will take well into 2003 to finish I think.
Sorry, but I'm a slow writer, constantly going back and
doing re-writes.

The normal disclaimer applies. This is story is
copyright. May be freely distributed but not for
money. If you are under the age of 18 please don't
read as the contents are adult. This story is fantasy
and I do not condone nor encourage any of the non
consensual activities in it.

The story is archived at www.asstr-mirror.org and at
www.storiesonline.net

Very brief synopsis:
Story about a school girl enslaved by the neighbours
son.

Chapter 14 - Spa Time

She watched him leave, praying that he wouldn't whip
her anymore as she didn't know if she could take it.
She certainly wasn't going to be doing anything to
annoy him ever again. Then the video started and she
watched carefully, knowing that if he asked her a
question about it and she didn't know the answer she'd
be in trouble and trouble meant pain.

First there was some of the anal sex video she'd
watched the first day. All the scenes were from the
second half of the video and in all of them the girls
were telling the men how great it was, how good it
felt. She also noticed how the girls all played with
themselves, rubbing their clits and fingering
themselves while the guys had their things in their
bums. So, if he did it to her like that again, she
make sure she told him it was great and also she's play
with herself while it was happening. The other thing
was that when the guys were ready to fuck them in the
bum, the girls would reach behind themselves and hold
the cheeks of their bums, pulling them apart to make it
easier for the guy.

That section lasted for about fifteen minutes before
another video started. This one was like a home video
and it was just a girl and guy fucking except that the
girl was really young, younger than Janet by the look
of it and the guy was probably her dad's age. But the
girl seemed to be really experienced and she played
with the guy's cock for ages, stroking it and kissing
it before he put it in her. She also played with his
balls a lot, even when he was fucking her. It wasn't
just that she was touching and kissing the man though,
it was like she was nuzzling him down there as if she
totally loved his cock and balls and everything.
Lesson two she guessed, it wasn't just doing it, but
how she did it that was important.

It was as she was watching this one that the constant
movement of the vibrator started to get to her. It
became harder and harder to focus on the screen until
finally she came, the familiar pleasure washing over
her as she jerked against the ropes that were still
binding her. It felt good because the pleasure helped
to dim the memory of the pain from her whipping and the
ache in her tits where he grabbed them so hard.

When she finally focused on the screen again the video
had changed and was showing some of the cocksucking
lessons she'd already seen and she made sure she
watched carefully, trying to make mental notes of all
the different things the women did. With the vibrator
keeping her turned on, watching these videos tied to
the floor wasn't as horrible as she'd thought it would
be. That is until the next one started.

It was terrifying. A woman with big boobs was tied
upside down to a cross. There were lots of ropes and
they were wrapped really tightly around her so that her
flesh bulged out. Not just on her ankles and wrists
though. There were ropes around her knees, thighs,
arms, waist and there were even ropes around the base
of her boobs. These were tied really tightly,
squeezing the flesh of her boobs so they were two
bloated balls bulging on her chest. She had nipple
rings and it even looked like there was a ring at her
pussy.

Two guys appeared and she started to beg them not to
hurt her but they did, whipping her for a long time
until her whole body including her bound tits was
covered in angry red welts. They were hitting the
woman a lot harder that Richard had hit her and the way
she was screaming it obviously was hurting her a lot.

The lesson from this one seemed pretty clear. The next
time she did something wrong he'd hurt her a lot more
than this time.

When the whipping video finished there was a scene from
one of the videos from the first day. This was
followed by what seemed to be normal porn with a girl
giving a guy a blowjob but the next one was really even
more horrifying than the whipping video. A girl was
tied up an platform with her legs pulled up over her
head exposing her pussy and a man in a really gross
leather costume was dropping hot wax from a candle on
her tits and pussy.

That's the way it continued, with a mix of videos, the
only real constant being that the vibrator didn't stop.
Over the next few hours she came four more times. By
the time Richard came in to check on her she was
exhausted from the combination of what was started to
seem like coming constantly and having to watch the
videos with the whipping and other horrible things in
them.

He'd waited as long as he could before he'd come back.
As tempting as it would have been to have seen how she
responded to having the vibrator working inside her,
he'd thought it would be better leaving her alone to
watch the videos. He'd filled in the time with a swim
and then he'd downloaded the new pics he'd taken and
tidied them up. Now however he knew the video would be
close to over and more importantly he was getting
impatient to feel his cock inside her once again. More
specifically, all the way inside her throat. There was
something so compelling about the idea of having his
cock so far in her mouth that her lips would actually
be pressing into his groin and pubic hair that he
didn't want to wait a minute longer.

That is until he walked into the room and he stopped in
the doorway, awestruck by the sight before him. Within
the confines of her restraints she was sort of
squirming and it was so incredibly erotic. Probably
the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He quickly
pushed his swimmers off and holding his rapidly growing
cock moved over to her. He'd been so engrossed in her
squirming hips that it wasn't until he was standing
alongside her that he realised her eyes were shut tight
and she didn't seem to be aware that he'd come in.

As he started masturbating in earnest her squirming
increased and then her hips started moving, pushing up
off the floor and then dropping down again. Shit this
was better than any porno movie. There were muffled
noises coming from her gagged mouth, almost like
growls. Then her body started twitching and jerking as
if she was having a fit and he realised that she must
be coming. Although when he'd left her with the
vibrator going he'd sort of hoped she'd come, he didn't
really think she would, not after he'd whipped her.
Wow. He thought in real life it was only guys who came
all the time but maybe not, maybe girls were like that
too.

This was way too much to watch without doing something.
He started moving his hand faster on his cock, brushing
his thumb over the head, getting closer and closer.
The sight was just so incredible. She was still
twitching a bit, and her body was covered with a sheen
of sweat and of course his dried come was still on her
face and upper body.

"Hey slut. Enjoying yourself watching the vids are
you? Fuck, that looked so fucking amazing when you
come. The way your body goes crazy, awesome. You did
come didn't you slut?"

She jerked her eyes open, mortified that he'd come back
to see her like this only to find him standing
alongside her, playing with himself. As she stared up
at him he stepped over her so he was straddling her and
he aimed his cock down at her. She watched spellbound
as his hand moved in a blur on his hard cock and then
suddenly he slowed, seeming to grip it even tighter.

"Oh, yeah, I'm coming slut. Of fuck yeah! Jerking off
all over your fucking body. Yeah! Fuck that's great.
Oh fuck here it comes slut!"

As she stared up the little hole on the head of his
cock opened and white globs of his come erupted out,
arcing through the air before landing all over her.
The first spurt reached up to her head leaving a strand
in her hair. The next landed on her face and the rest
traced creamy lines of hot come on her breasts and
stomach. Come. She was covered in it like some sort
of nasty slutty piece of trash. And even worse, it
didn't worry her because after everything that she been
through today, it somehow felt right to have his come
all over her naked body as she lay there still
recovering from her last orgasm.

As he milked the last couple of drops out of his cock
his legs gave out on him again and he dropped down,
kneeling over her hips.

"Yeah, that was great. And you look so fucking sexy
with my come all over you. Shit that looks good."

As he got his breath back he reached behind with one
hand, grasping the base of the vibrator and started
moving it around.

"Like your vibrator do you. I brought it specially for
you. Sure looked like you enjoyed it slave. Fuck, the
way you were bouncing around. Jeez, I wish I'd filmed
that."

He worked the vibrator in and out a few times before
sliding it all the way out. Holding it up to his face
he inhaled.

"Mmmm. Smells good. You smell so good."

Then he wiped it on her boobs and cheeks, adding her
juice to his come which was already streaked all over
her upper body. What a spin out, to be rubbing his and
her come over her boobs and face with a fake cock.
This one was something he'd never actually dreamed of
doing, never fantasised about. Wow. He, Richard Marks
was kneeling over a tied up and naked Janet Sheen while
he smeared come over her boobs using a fake cock. Life
was totally, definitely great!

As great as this was, it was time to move on as there
were lots of other totally, definitely great things he
wanted to do with her today and he didn't really want
her covered with come for them. Like when she deep
throated him!

Putting the vibrator down he released the cuffs on her
ankles. Pushing her legs up in the air he grabbed the
butt plug and twisted it out of her bum. Next took off
the gag and then released her hands.

As he was releasing her Janet was carefully planning
what she knew she had to do when she was free. As soon
as her hands were released she tried to get up but
found it wasn't easy. Her body was stiff from being
tied down for so long but she persevered, ignoring the
aches in her limbs as she rose to her knees. Hands
behind her back, she knelt in the ready position with
her eyes downcast. When she spoke her voice was
cracking from having the gag in her mouth for so long
but she didn't let that stop her.

"Thank you master for punishing your slave. She
promises she'll never do anything bad ever again
master. Your slave will never ever run away again
master. And thank you for fucking her tits and for
coming all over her face. And thank you master for .
for, umm, wanking over your slave and coming on her bod
. her slutty body master."

Richard had been collecting the cuffs and toys when she
started speaking. He slowly turned to watch her as she
finished her speech. It was so unexpected that his
first thought was that she was sending him up but she
obviously wasn't. His second thought was jubilation.
Yes! It had worked! He restrained himself from
punching the air in victory though. He knew he had to
play the master now, not show any weakness.

"So slave, did you like having your big tits fucked?"

"Oh yes master, your slave loved it when you fucked her
big tits."

"And what about when I come on your face and all over
you? You like that slave?"

"Yes master. Your slave loves being covered with your
beautiful come master."

"Good. Very fucking good. Hey, let's have a spa.
Want to? It'll clean you up too."

"Ummm, yes master."

"Come on."

Holding his hand out to her he helped her to her feet
and they headed out to the pool, hand in hand like
boyfriend and girlfriend.

He hit the button and the jets started bubbling away as
they slipped into the heated water. They sat opposite
each other, their legs bumping in the turbulent water.
Janet closed her eyes, allowing the water to pummel
some of the tension out of her muscles. For a while
the only sound was the splashing of the water.

"You remember when my Dad got this? I reckon we spent
that whole summer in here we thought it was so great."

"Yes master."

"We must have been eight? God that seems like a long
time ago. You, me and Kel . yeah, a long time ago."

She hadn't thought about it for a long time but she did
remember. Not just the spa but lots of times playing
and hanging out with Richard and Kelly, especially
during the holidays when they were kids. When he still
liked her, when he didn't hate her like he obviously
did now.

She opened her eyes, not sure if she was meant to
respond. He was staring at her but she didn't think he
wanted her to reply. Then it didn't matter anyway
because without warning she started shivering and
couldn't have said anything. It was really scary
because the water was hot but she was shivering as if
she was freezing to death and her teeth were actually
chattering. She desperately tried to stop, scared that
he'd think she was doing it on purpose but she couldn't
stop it.

Through the spray from the bubbling water it took a
while for Richard to see that something was wrong. At
first he wasn't sure but when she brought her hand out
of the water to brush her hair out of her eyes and it
was shaking so hard that she couldn't control it he
knew there was something wrong and for the first time
since he'd started this journey he started to worry.

"Hey, are you okay?"

She tried to answer but she couldn't get her mouth to
work.

"Janet? What's up? Janet?"

Moving to the other side of the spa he took her by the
shoulders.

"What is it?"

Finally she was able to get a few words out.

"Cold . can't stop shivering."

He pulled her into his arms, holding her against him in
the bubbling water, stroking her head and her back. He
had to quell his rising panic. Maybe he'd gone too
far. Maybe the whipping or maybe even the movies were
too much for her and she was having an attack of some
sort. Apart from holding her he didn't know what he
could do. It wasn't as though he could call her
parents or something like that.

"But the water's warm. Hey, it's okay. Come on calm
down. Janet. Calm down."

"Can't. Sorry. Can't help it. Trying."

Then it was like a dam had burst and the shivering
stopped as she started sobbing with huge gut wrenching
sobs.

"You . you hate me."

"What?"

"You hate me."

"No. No I don't. I don't hate you Janet. The
opposite."

"Yes you do. You hate me. You hurt me. I don't . Oh
no. No! Sorry master. Please don't hurt your slave
again. Please she's sorry for saying I. She promises
never ever to say it again. Please don't hurt her
anymore."

In between her sobs and her spluttered pleas she was
kissing his neck and up to his chin, trying to find his
mouth. He held her head in his hands, forcing her to
look at him.

"I don't hate you. I could never hate you."

"But you must. You must. Why are you hurting me if
you don't hate me? Your slave doesn't understand.
Your slave thought we were friends. Please don't hurt
me anymore, your slave will be good, so good. Do
everything you want, everything you like. Please
master, please don't whip your slave . or do the other
horrible things to her. Please master."

He should have been pleased, elated even, to have her
apparently broken like this but he wasn't. He wanted
her to be his slave but he didn't want her to be
sobbing. He didn't want her to be scared of him like
she must be. It wasn't like this in his fantasies.
Sure, she cried and all that but this was different.

"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Your slave thought we were friends. But you hate me."

"Look, I don't hate you okay. And you know, I thought
we were friends too but you're the one who hasn't been
a friend. Anyway, I'm not going to whip you again,
okay."

"Oh, thank you master . and ."

"What?"

"The other things?"

The comments about friends had brought back some of his
anger with her so when she said `other things' he
wasn't impressed, assuming she was talking about them
having sex. He was starting to suspect that maybe she
was trying to get out of everything, trying to trick
him. Although maybe not considering how she was
holding him, her hands digging into him and her body
pressed against his.

"What other things?"

"The, the wax and ropes and needles and all those
things."

"Shit no. I'm not going to do that. I'm sorry, I'd
never do anything like that to you."

"Oh thank you master, thank you. Your slave was so
scared. Thank you master."

She pushed her head forward and started planting tiny
kisses all over his face before burying her head
against his shoulder as her crying finally subsided
into occasional whimpers.

They stayed like that for a while, both lost in their
thoughts until Richard broke the silence.

"You know I've been wanting to see that new scary
movie. Want to go downtown and see it today?"

"What master?"

"You and me. Let's go and see a movie."

"Oh . okay master. Your slave would like that master."