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DADSGIRL (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
Jerry and his wife had two little girls. Jan 10, and Terri 9. The girls
were very cute, looking much like their mother, with long blonde
hair and soft brown eyes. Jerry loved his family, and they were
quite happy. His wife got a call one evening, about her parents.
Her father was ill, and her mother wanted her to come home
for awhile, and help take care of him. Rhonda and Jerry discussed
it, and she packed for an extended stay with her parents. She left
the next morning. Jerry and the girls watched her drive away.
It was summer, so there was no school for the girls, and Jerry being
a teacher, was also off for the summer. He decided he would
spend more time with his girls. He packed a picnic lunch, and
drove them to the beach. He watched them play in the sand, and
run in and out of the water laughing and giggling. God how he loved
his girls! It was getting late when he called them to get ready to
go home. It was then that he noticed Jan. At 10 she was a lovely
little girl, her voice like music, her eyes shining. Jerry saw that
her little nipples were standing erect in the cool evening breeze.
Before he realized it, he was wondering what it would feel like to
suck on her little nipples. He jumped when he realized what he
was thinking, and scolded himself, "jesus she's your daughter!"
During the drive home, the girls laughed and played, and Jerry was
quiet, feeling ashamed of his thoughts. When they arrived home,
he told the girls to get ready for bed. They took their baths, then
came to kiss him good night, like they had all their lives. But this
night, it was not the same for Jerry. When Jan ran in to kiss him,
she wore her baby doll pj's the same as always, but now, Jerry
was looking at her crotch. He could see her panties pulled up
tight against her mound, see the outline of her little cunt lips as they
pushed against the fabric. His heart pounded in his chest, he felt
his cock stir. What the hell was the matter with him? he wondered.
He tucked the girls in and sat alone thinking. Sometime during
that long night, he discovered a part of himself, a part he had so
carefully denied. He had always been attracted to little girls, very
young girls. He had never admitted it because that would brand him
that awful word ' pedophile' . He had hidden the truth even from
himself. He was frightened, because the little girl he wanted was
his own daughter! He tried to sleep that night, but he couldn't, he
tossed and turned and finally got up. He went to his daughters
rooms to check on them. Each had her own room, and was quite
proud of it.
Jerry opened the door to Jan's room and stepped inside. The light
from the hall caught in her hair, and it shone like a halo around her
head. She had kicked the covers off, and he could see her little
panties quite clearly. He softly moaned as he felt his cock grow
stiff again. He reached beneath his robe and began to gently stroke
it as he looked at his daughter. She was a heavy sleeper, so he
was not afraid he was going to wake her. Something came over him
and he just had to masturbate, right there in her room. Without
realizing it, he had moved closer to her bed. His eyes were glued
on her crotch, he licked his lips and stroked his cock harder. How
he wished he could taste her sweet fresh little cunt! He groaned
and shot his cum all over Jan's bed. He was mortified !! He hurried
and grabbed some kleenex and wiped it up, then quickly left her
room. As he climbed into his own bed, he promised himself he
would NEVER do that again !!!
Jerry could hardly look at his little girl the next day. Between
embarrassment, fear of getting caught, and a raging desire to have
her virgin pussy, he was afraid of what he might do. She looked
at him quizically as she went out to play that morning. Jerry kept
busy, allowing the girls to play outside all day. That night at dinner
Jan asked, "are you mad at me daddy?" He looked up at her in
surprise, and said, "no!! of course not." Then she asked, "why
won't you talk to me daddy? All day you did not say anything to
me at all." Jerry wanted to hug her when he saw little tears in her
eyes. "I have a lot on my mind honey, I'm sorry if you think I was
mad at you." She rose from the table and went to him. She
hugged him tight and whispered "I love you daddy." Jerry almost
died. His cock was instantly hard at the touch of her little body
against his. He would later remember that this was the instant
that he decided he had to fuck his little girl.
That night, he found himself in her bedroom again. He could not
seem to stop himself. He had his cock in his hand, stroking it as
he thought of her tiny hairless slit wrapped tight around it. He
groaned then, and his cum boiled in his balls. Just then he heard
a sound from the hall. He turned and saw his 9 year old daughter
Terri !! She was watching him, a smile on her face. Jerry quickly
closed his robe and turned to leave Jan's room. "What are you
doing up?" he asked her, trying to avoid speaking about what she
had seen him doing. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited
for her answer. What if she told her mom, his wife, what she had
seen him doing?!?!?! Jerry was dying inside. Then Terri smiled at
him and said, "Daddy, can I see your thing? I never saw it so big
before."
Jerry looked at his youngest daughter. She was as lovely as her
sister, and he felt his cock grow hard at her suggestion. He groaned
and picked her up. He carried her to her room and put her in bed.
He sat beside her and opened his robe. Terri reached over and took
his hard cock in her little hand. Jerry was stunned at the feeling of
her cool little hand. He looked down to see that her hand could not
even fit all the way around it. He whispered to her, "use both hands
baby." She giggled and wrapped both of her hands around it. He
moaned and reached down. He began to move her hands up and
down his hard shaft. "Play with it like that baby, up and down!"
Terri was glad to oblige. She could feel his cock throb in her little
hands, and she liked the feeling of it. "That's daddy's cock you
are petting Terri. You make it feel so good when you stroke it!!"
She giggled and said, "I like stroking it daddy! Its' neat!!" Jerry
could not hold out. The sight of his little 9 year old jacking his cock
off was to much. He thrust it up into her hands and she felt it swell
then saw his cum as it squirted out all over her hands. "WOW !!!"
whats that daddy?!?!?! Did I hurt you?" He sighed as his spasms
stopped, and smiled at her, "No honey, you didn't hurt me. That is
how a man tells you that you made him feel real good. He squirts
that hot white stuff called ' cum' or 'sperm'. It is the stuff that makes
babies when it is squirted into a woman."
Terri thought about that for a minute, then asked him, "where do you
squirt it to make babies daddy?" Jerry knew he was lost now. He
reached over and pulled his little girls panties down. He cupped her
tiny hairless slit, and told her, "A man puts his cock into a womans
pussy and moves it in and out then squirts his cum deep inside.
That is called ' making love' or 'fucking'." Terri looked at her daddy
wide eyed and asked innocently, "Daddy, will you put your hard
cock in me and fuck me?" Jerry groaned and his cock was
instantly hard. He leaned over and kissed his little girl, deeply like
he would have kissed her mother. Terri felt all grown up, and she
really wanted his cock in her pussy. Unknown to Jerry, Terri had
seen her parents fucking, and she had been curious for some time.
It seemed to make them feel real good, and love each other more.
She wanted her daddy to fuck her. She lay back on the bed, and
Jerry pulled her nightie from her. He pushed her knees up and her
legs apart. He dropped his robe and crawled between her legs.
He leaned down and licked his little girls hairless pussy lips, then
spread them and dipped his tongue inside of her. She tasted so
sweet, so fresh!! He had to fuck her, there was no stopping now.
Terri wiggled and sighed as his tongue found and caressed her little
girl clit. New feelings had begun to course through her young body.
She liked this!! Liked it alot !! Finally, Jerry knelt between her legs
and aimed his cock at her tiny hole. "The first time always hurts a
girl Terri. I want you to hang on to me, and bear with it, ok baby?
I promise it won't hurt long." She replied, "Ok daddy." though now
she was just a bit frightened. Jerry took his cock in his hand and
rubbed it up and down her little slit, over her clit and down to her
asshole. She sighed as it felt so good. Then he positioned it at her
little hairless fuck hole. "Hang on honey" he told her as he thrust
his hips forward. He watched as just the head of his cock began to
penetrate his daughters little pussy. "UMMMPHFT" Terri moaned.
Jerry held her hips in his hands and pushed still harder, breaking
her cherry as his cock began to stretch her wide and slide in.
Terri squeezed his arms and cried, "OH DADDY IT HURTS!!"
Jerry eased up, and waited a few minutes for her pussy to adjust to
his hard cock. "Terri baby, your pussy is so warm, so tight !!! I
love how my hard cock feels in your little pussy!! Oh baby, I know
you will love it too!!" Terri cried and he kissed her tears away as he
began to move his cock in and out of her. He was right, the pain
was going away, and it was starting to feel better. She stopped
crying and Jerry smiled at her. "That's my baby girl !! Take my
cock in your little pussy, I wanna cum in you!!" Still holding her
hips, he began to fuck her. Gently, slowly, ever deeper. He watched
as his cock spread and filled her tight little hairless cunt. Terri
moaned, "oh daddy!" as she began to relax and accept his cock.
Jerry knew he was not going to last. The first time in a little girl
pussy was driving him mad. He reached down and stroked her
little clit as he began to fuck her harder and faster. She wiggled
and groaned as some of the pain returned, but Jerry was beyond
caring right then. Terri screamed when he suddenly pulled her
hips up as he drove his cock into her and shot his hot cum against
her little girl womb. He kept stroking her little clit, and felt her pussy
spasm on his now softening cock. He pulled out of her then, and
held her tight. He kissed away her tears, afraid that she did not
like it, and would never let him fuck her again, or worse, tell her
mother or someone else about it. He was incredulous when he
heard her whisper, "when can we do it again daddy?" Jerry had to
laugh as he hugged her tight. "Soon, baby real soon!!" Then he
explained to her that she could not tell anyone what they were doing
because if she did, he would go to jail for a long time, because some
people did not like it when men fucked such little girls. She promised
to keep their secret. Jerry waited for her to fall asleep, then went to
his own room, a wide smile on his face.
Jerry forgot all about fucking his 10 year old daughter. He was very
happy fucking Terri. Her tight 9 year old cunt was all he needed, all
he wanted. He loved seeing it stretched so tight around his hard
cock, loved filling her with his sperm. Things did not change to
much around the house. He still treated the girls as he always had,
and no one noticed any difference. But Terri was a wild little girl.
Once he started fucking her, she did not want to stop. Whenever
the opportunity presented itself, she would tease him with a flash
of her white cotton panties, or a carress to her own pussy as he
watched. Sometimes she did not wear any panties, and would
flash her naked hairless little pussy at him! Oh she was wild. One
day as he was watching tv, she came up to him and slid into his
lap. Nothing both girls had not done 100's of times before. But when
she slid into his lap, she wiggled her cute little butt against his cock,
and felt it grow long and hard against her. Jerry moaned in her ear
and told her, "you have to stop that!" She giggled and rubbed her
butt harder into his lap. Jerry could not stand it!!! He sent Jan to
the store about 10 blocks away. She did not want to go, but he
made her go. As soon as she was out of sight, he locked the door
and carried Terri to his bedroom. He pulled his pants down, and
sat on the edge of the bed. He nearly ripped Terris panties off, and
pulled her into his lap. "OH DADDY FUCK ME!!" she cried out as
he pushed her down onto his hard cock. He fucked her hard and
fast, watched as she ground her hairless little pussy at the base of
his cock. He watched her clit grow hard and pulse as he fucked her
ever harder. "Yes daddy, fuck me!!! FUCK ME!!" she screamed as
she began to cum. Her tight little pussy milked his cock, sucked
every drop of his hot cum deep into her. He closed his eyes and
moaned and held her tight. As his cock grew soft, Terri giggled
and told him, "I really do like fucking you daddy !! It is so
goooooood." Jerry kissed her and told her, "I like fucking you to
honey, but you have got to be careful. We can't let anyone see us!!"
"I think it is a little to late daddy." Jerrys eyes shot open and he
saw his daughter Jan standing in the doorway. He nearly dropped
Terri in his rush to pull his cock out of her. OH shit, he thought
as he looked at his other daughter, busted!!! Then his darling Jan
said to him, "unless you fuck me too, I will tell mama about you
fucking Terri". He was stunned. He had expected anything but
that !! Jan saw the look on her daddys face and smiled. "Why
should Terri have all the fun? I want some to daddy!" Jerry knew
then that he had probably died and gone to heaven.
more to follow
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Subject: NEW STORY - Capture of Kerri (Part 2)
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(Part 2 Continued)
Conrad moved to her rear and unlocked her wrists from the collar and
rescuing them in front of her with a six inch chromed chain between.
She moved her shoulders around, wincing at the discomfort, while he
removed her blindfold.
She blinked several times accustoming her eyes to the bright light
within the large living room. Her first sights were of elaborate
furnishings done tastefully to match the outdoors theme the room took
on. A huge fireplace dominated the room, stretching from floor to
ceiling nearly 20 feet high. Quickly, she turned her head to see her
captor walking from around the side of the couch. Their eyes met and she
grew very still.
Before leaving Kerris home, Conrad had taken the time to change his
clothes and remove the camouflage grease that he had
painted on his face. Now he wore a set of casual wear clothes, tan
dockers and a white collared cotton shirt.
This man was respectable looking and the home was fantastically
expensive. This didnt jive with what Kerri thought of as an
kidnapper. She was lulled by it all and allowed herself to follow along
as if on cue. Her captor stood a tall six-two and was very masculine.
His dark hair was close cut and combed neatly. He was obviously
muscular underneath his clothing and Kerri knew that any physical
struggle on her part would be easily fended off by him.
He was staring at her with an intensity that left her feeling very
exposed, more exposed than she had ever felt during her many
photography sessions with dozens of persons watching. She was secure
then. Now that she was out of control, she felt truly awkward in her
exposure and unconsciously brought her legs up under her nightshirt.
Her arms went over her breasts as though she might protect them from
his piercing eyes.
Good. Now if you promise to be a good girl, I will take that gag out
of your mouth and let you have something to drink. Does this
sound like an equitable offer to you?, Conrad asked pleasantly enough.
She nodded her acquiescence and he unbuckled the straps of the gag,
pulling out of her mouth. Her mouth was dry and her
tongue tasted like cotton. Not daring to say anything yet, she waited
until her captor filled a glass of water from the tap and brought it
over to
her.
Thank you, she said politely as she tipped the glass to her. Just as
the words left her mouth she cursed herself for allowing
herself to actually thank her kidnapper for anything!
You are indeed a beautiful woman Kerri, he said as he sat down
opposite to her in a huge lounge chair. I have been watching
you from afar for nearly two years now. You should feel quite honored.
Is the water soothing to your dry throat? Good. Do not be afraid of me
dear. We will become well aquatinted, you and I.
Feeling a bit more bold now Kerri stuttered, Why? Why have you
kidnapped me? Do you want money? My parents are....
He put his hand up to silence her. I have already told you why I have
brought you here.... but I suppose you havent had a chance
yet to assimilate the information. Fair enough. I have subjected you
to an overload of sensory input already and I should have expected it.
He paused a moment. I really wasnt sure when the right time would be
to tell you the rules - I was hoping to have some more time with you in
pleasant conversation - but I suppose the truths cannot wait. Okay,
here are the facts as they pertain to you: One, I have abducted you, as
rather obvious by now. Two, you will serve as my slave in all manners
that I desire including, but not limited to, physical, emotional and yes,
sexual domination.
Her face fell with the reality of her circumstance, her greatest
nightmare coming true before her eyes. She swallowed hard and
continued to listen.
Three; from this point forward you shall not say anything without my
expressed permission, and when you do say something, you
will refer to me as Master. This is appropriate since I shall refer
to you as slave, among other things. As my slave you have absolutely no
rights whatsoever that I do not give you. I may also take away any
rights that I give you at anytime I deem necessary. Lastly, for now,
you will
obey me with complete conviction and without hesitation. If at any time
you do not comply with these rules, you will be punished. Punishment
will be in a form that I find appropriate to the serious of the offense.
Do you understand thus far slave?
Kerri attention drifted and she was now staring wide-eyed at the carpet
not believing the words spoken to her. This cant be
happening to me! Oh God no!
Slave!, he firmly spoke, Do you understand me?
Roused, she answered sheepishly, Uhhh... no?
Very well then. I guess I will have to show you what I had hoped
would be understood with mere words. She looked up at him.
Stand up slave!, he barked.
When she didnt immediately responded Conrad jumped out of his chair,
took two purposeful steps towards her, and pulled her
upright by her shoulders. Let go of me!, she screamed. Kerri
struggled momentarily but when he let go of her she remained standing
defiantly.
The force of his backhand across her face knocked her back onto the
sofa and she wailed as the pain spreading through her
cheek. Conrad used his body weight to pin her while he grabbed her
wrists, untying them from in front of her, retying them behind her back,
pushing them hard up towards her neck and securing them with a short
line to her collar. She let out a scream and began to call him vile
names as he torque her arms into place.
Tired of her noise, he shoved the gag back in her mouth, buckling the
straps behind her head. Then with a length of cord, he
brought her ankles up towards the small of her back, securing them to
her collar as well. Kerri was effectively hog-tied and unable to move
without causing herself pain in her over-stretched thighs and shoulders.
Wiping away the perspiration that had accumulated on his forehead, he
quietly walked across the room and stopped at the door
to the basement. He fished in his pockets for the key, found it, and
then unlocked the first door. Kerris breathing quickened when she saw the
massive steel door, knowing that there was something behind it that she
was not going to enjoy. Conrad dialed the proper combination and
then produced another key to open the final lock. He pushed the door
open on it large hinges and turned a light on over the stairwell.
She began to squirm, not wishing at all to go down into the unknown,
but she was easy weight for someone as strong as Conrad
was. He picked up her withering body, careful not to touch any of her
private parts, and walked her downstairs where he laid her on the cold
cement floor. He returned a moment later after he shut the door,
spinning the combination lock closed.
G
The very first thing that you must learn is that you body is no longer
yours alone. Since I cannot expect you to learn that fact
overnight, there will be lessons given to teach you this fact. You must
understand and except my ownership of your body, and this will help
you, he said pointing to one corner of the room.
On her side, gagged and bound, she looked over to where he pointed and
saw a large, fearful looking contraption made of heavy
iron and wood. Conrad had designed it to hold a slave in many different
positions. It was constructed of heavy angle iron and steel bars
welded together and bolted to the concrete floor. It extended from the
floor all the way to the ceiling twelve feet above and was five feet in
width with a fully adjustable horizontal bar resting a waist level.
This was padded to reduce bruising of the flesh and had a leather belt
attached to it for keeping a fighting slave secure. At the base of the
whole contraption, there was a vertically adjustable H-shaped platform
that was controlled by hydraulics. It could be raised to a total of
three feet high. There were two locking leather ankle cuffs attached to the
base. These could be slid and locked into any position fore and aft in
relationship to the waist support bar and could be adjusted for spread
as well. Attached to the inside of the device was a piece of angle iron
that he had shaped into a modified arc beginning at waist level
extending upwards and then back down in front all the way to the ground.
Attached to it was a pair of locking leather handcuffs on a sliding
rail. The purpose behind this was to allow the arms to be positioned to
the side, straight above, or all the way to the ground, depending on
what was to be achieved.
Conrad reached down, picked her back up in his arms and brought her
over to the menacing device where he released her the
cord running from her collar to her ankles. Steadying her stance he
adjusted her position so that her belly was hard against the padded
horizontal waist bar. She tried to drop to the floor and squirm away
but he kept her in place with his weight. Reaching around to her front, he
brought both ends of a wide leather belt up and around her waist,
buckling and locking it tight with a single small padlock at the small
of her
back.
He let go of her and watched as she tried in vain to escape. She go
neither up nor down and she quickly realized that her
struggles were for naught. He noticed that her nightshirt had been
pulled up and in between the belt and her back, exposing her curvaceous
buttocks, clothed in only her white undies.
After examining her in detail, from the rear and at each side, all the
while her watching his every move, he decided to remove her
gag, now that she was not in a position to bite.
Bastard... Let me go!, she spit at him in disgust, anger rising
within her. Instead, he laughed at her and knelt down before her. He
grasped her right calf and removed the cuff that surrounded her ankle.
Momentarily free, Kerri tried to kick him but he effortlessly held her leg
in his firm grasp.
I suggest you remember the rules slave or your punishment will
increase with every outburst you make, he reminded her.
Go fuck yourself asshole!, she responded heatedly. She was very
scared now and her fear had turned outwards into blinding
rage.
Not looking up to acknowledge the slur against him, he forced her leg
over to the far edge of the H-shaped platform where he
wrapped a leather cuff around her ankle and buckled it snugly. This was
attached to the frame by a short, adjustable length of stainless steel
chain. Again, he brought her other leg over to the other side of the
frame, securing it in a similar fashion. Her legs were now widely spread
about three feet apart.
Kerri knew how exposed she was and her need to escape doubled. She
wrenched at her leg restraints till the were chaffed, her
upper body swinging wildly in desperation. He caught her from behind
and removed her handcuffs, bringing her left arm out straight from her
body, even with her ribcage, and slipping her wrist into the awaiting
leather cuff attached to the arc-shaped piece of the frame. All the while
she screamed vile names and curses at him. Lastly, he secured her other
wrist, pulled her socks off, and stepped back to admire his catch.
Let the lesson begin, he said to her smiling.
He let her wait, wait for what he was going to do to her, while he took
his time in retrieving her luggage from the parked van and
moving it downstairs into the bedchamber. He was satisfied that he
could not hear her wailing and cries for help from outside the steel door.
After a while, he returned to her with a pair of her yellow high heel
shoes. These he placed onto her unwilling feet forcing her ass
invitingly up into the air and stretching her calves out.
Moving around to her front her produced a large, shinny bowie knife.
Kerris attention focused upon it and she pleaded, Oh God,
please, please dont hurt me! Please! Ill do anything you say,
anything - I swear, but please dont cut me.... He pondered her words
for a
moment but they would not be enough to keep him from his objective.
He examined her in length, noticing the curvature of her thighs, the
length of her long hair as it draped over her shoulder, the outline
of her breasts straining against silk. He stood to her side using his
imagination to determine their exact size and shape, and how they would
feel to the touch when unveiled. They will require two hands to fully
grasp, the though to himself. It was important to Conrad to know every
square inch of his slave. He stood inches from her, examining her flesh
for any irregularities and savoring her beauty.
Kerri could no longer look at him. His close examination made her feel
like a horse at auction. She had also notice the bulge
between his legs and knew that soon she would be raped and maybe cut
badly. She shivered at the thought.
Finished with his examination for the time being, Conrad strode to the
other side of the basement, returning with a large full length
mirror on casters. This he placed in front of Kerri allowing her to
observe her bondage and causing her great displeasure.
Look at yourself slave. Your gorgeous. How could any man be expected
to look the other way in your presence?, he said to her.
She tried to ignore him and the image in the mirror, looking instead to
the floor in front of her. Damned if she was going to play his
game.
Conrad left her and went over to the bedchambers where he removed his
clothing, opting for attire more appropriate to the
situation. He took his time making sure that everything was just right
for the shock value he intended to inflict upon her. Ready, he walked
over to the monitoring station and cut off all the overhead lights.
Plunged into darkness, Kerri swung her head from side to side trying to
peer into the blackness. Her breathing came in short,
choppy gasps and her ears strained to pick something out of the silence.
She heard approaching footsteps to her rear. The sound stop
abruptly, replaced with a soft breathing.
Please dont hurt me!, she pleaded to the unseen figure.
Then the light came on again, suddenly, blinding her momentarily and
when her vision returned she was horrified by the reflection
in the mirror. Behind her stood her captor, wearing a black leather
vest, open at the front and laced together with chromed chainmail. His
wrists were adorned with studded leather cuffs and his feet were adorned
by black leather, square toed boots with a chain running from each
side of the foot and upwards to the rear. His muscular legs were bare
and well tanned. Continuing her gaze upwards she couldnt possibly
miss his huge cock sticking straight up though the middle of his
crotchless leather briefs. She found herself staring at his swollen member
wondering how much pain she would experience when he forced himself into
her.
Out came the knife again and he approached her from the rear. She
cried out in despair and pleaded to be left unscathed.
Conrad moved to just behind her, and grasping the side of her panties,
brought the knife down and cut them off of her body. She screamed
as he continued the unveiling by cutting her shirt from the collar, all
the way down the back, exposing her back and exquisite ass completely.
Lastly, her cut the shirt down each sleeve, peeling it off her body with
a finality and stepping back to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Her chest heaved and tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed in
terror and in humiliation. In all of her Playboy career,
she had never felt as stark naked as she did right then.
Conrad pushed a button on the left side of the machine, causing a hiss
to issue forth and the buzz of an electric motor activating.
The platform began to raise slowly till it was a foot above the ground.
He released the button. She was now raised to the level where her
breasts were at the same level as his face.
Unable to control his lust any longer, Conrad moved around to her front
and slowly reached out to touch her. She tried without
success to move her body away from his hand and screamed at him not to
touch her. Ignoring her threats, his fingers found the softness of
her belly and slowly worked their way upwards, over her ribcage, feeling
each rib as it passed underneath his probing fingers, and finally
resting just underneath her very large breasts.
They are absolutely perfect. Much better than in the pictures!, he
thought to himself. Her breasts, full and firm, pointed upwards
away from her body and were capped by one inch wide areolas with erect
nipples extending a third of an inch outwards. He placed a hand
underneath each breast and slowly, lightly, traced their outlines, her
nipples gliding over his palms and her skin forming goosebumps from
his light touch.
He brought his hands down to her hips and bent over, bringing his head
down to Kerris chest. A moan of resignation escaped her
throat as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive nipples, bringing
them to further attention. He continued working his tongue and mouth over
her entire breasts, working from the undersides, diving between her
cleavage and then back again to work on her nipples. He brought his
hands upwards and began to massage her round tits, working them,
kneading them and lightly tweaking her nipples.
Kerris relaxed a bit when her captor had not cut her with the knife
and was now apparently intent on engaging in fairly
straightforward foreplay. She was angered by her nipples betraying her,
becoming erect and begging for attention. Damn, if this had been in
any normal setting, she might have really been enjoying his attention.
He was good, very good at his manipulations of her body thus far. As
good, or better than any man she had known previously.
Her past sexual experience was not what one would have thought of from
a Playmate, not stereotypical at all. In fact, Kerri had
always been somewhat reserved when it came to sex, preferring to date
much and hopefully meet Mr. Right and settle down. Of course she
had to fend off many groping hands and often she had to end
relationships that were obviously going nowhere except to bed.
Just after her appearance in Playboy, Kerri had nearly been raped, a
date rape, while they were driving home in the pouring rain
from a dance late at night. The rain was coming down so hard that they
had to pull over to the side of the road to wait for it to subside.
Traffic
was almost non-existent and they were well out of sight from any of the
farm houses that dotted the landscape. The opportunity was just too
tempting and he tried to force himself upon her, ripping her blouse open
and bruising her tits while he roughly grabbed at them. In
desperation she bit him on the shoulder savagely and while he reeled
back in agony, she managed to open the car door and fall out onto the
pavement. Blindly, she ran into the adjoining field of tall corn
stalks, running and stumbling, soaked with the torrential rain beating
down upon
her. Still she ran, mud clinging to her legs, and then finally she
stumbled headlong into a farmhouse. The husband and wife who lived there
answered her cries for help and called the police while getting her
warmed and calmed down. Her date was arrested later, but never tried,
and Kerri bore the scars of her ordeal, never quite trusting men again.
Since then she had only let two other men get close to her and only one
did she have sex with. Even then, she was apprehensive
about it and needed to be in control during their lovemaking.
Now Kerri was completely out of control and she found herself actually
fighting with herself, her mind appalled and disgusted with
her body as she fought to control its sexual response. She had never
had a man so thoroughly tend to her breasts with such care and
persistence. They had always been exceptionally sensitive, more so than
most womens, and she would often enjoy playing with them while
she was alone in her townhome, masturbating to a fantasy lover.
The image in the mirror of his man working over her chest while she was
bound was stimulating and horrifying all at the same time.
He was an attractive man, she surmised, but he had kidnapped her! She
tried to think of her predicament, how horrible she was being
treated, but her thoughts were constantly fragmented as her body sent
messages of pleasure and sexual urgency to her more basic levels of
autonomous brain functions. Soon she felt a familiar wetness oozing
down her inner thigh and cursed herself for her weakness. Still, he
continued to massage her breasts, licking and sucking them till she was
cringing with a need to touch, or be touched between her legs. She
squeezed her buttocks, trying to satisfy her need, but she was just too
far stretched out for her attempts to do any good.
Finally he stood and looked at her eyes and then, looking down, he
noticed the wetness between her legs. Arrgghhh!!!!, she
inwardly groaned realizing that he had noticed her body giving in to his
demands. She looked at his cock, huge and purple with anticipation,
and for a second wished he would just get it over with and fuck her.
But instead he pushed the button on the side of the device and raised her
platform even higher, all the way up to where her ass was directly in
line with his eager mouth.
Her head followed him as he walked around to her rear, disappearing
below her out of sight. Her legs tightened in anticipation of
his touch which came at her ankle and slowly worked up on both legs, his
fingers outlining her curves, tracing her calf to the back of her knee
and proceeding upwards along her thigh. His fingers slid along her
inner thighs, lubricated by her own juices, till they reached her pussy.
Standing directly underneath her, Conrad carefully parted her pussy
lips exposing her enlarged clit and very wet slit. Her legs
shook slightly as he teased her, tugging lightly at her folds of skin.
He continued to tease her while he began working his tongue over her
shapely ass, working his way down to her thighs and then upwards to her
awaiting snatch. His tongue darted deftly over her clitoris and she
uncontrollably spasmed with the touch. A moan escaped her and he smiled.
Damn me, damn him!, she cursed as her body betrayed her further. She
felt his tongue working mercilessly over her clitoris and
exploring the inner reaches of her pussy. She had never experienced
such intense sensual electricity coursing through her entire body. Her
buttocks tightened as she approached the edge and she concentrated on
losing herself to her primal urges. Her entire focus was on the
sensations between her legs, his mouth eating her alive, his tongue
rubbing furiously over her clit, and then - just as she felt herself at
the peak
of her roller coaster, ready to drop over the other side - he withdrew,
pulling her back down, leaving her wanting and panting in exasperation.
What a hot, wet slut you are!, his words breaking the long silence.
Arrggghhh... you bastard, you!, she let loose in her frustration.
Im not your fucking play toy. If you going to rape me, then to it -
but
damn you for leaving me on the edge.
Leaving you on the edge is exactly where you will be left many times
slave. Over and over again I will torture you by denying you
your orgasms. Only good slaves are allowed to cum. Are you going to be
a good slave?
Go to hell! Im not your damn slave!, she screamed at him and faced
away.
Still standing underneath her, he reached over to the button
controlling the hydraulic floor and pressed it. With a hiss of escaping
air, the platform lowered slowly till his throbbing cock was pressed
lightly against her vulva.
Look into the mirror and watch as I impale you slave. Watch yourself
violated and taken by me. I want you to watch as my cock
slides into your wet pussy - slut.
Her refusal brought her first real punishment as he reached around and
grabbed both nipples between the thumb and first finger of
each hand. He clamped down hard, very hard, till she was screaming and
bucking atop him.
AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!.... OH GOD! Please stop!! Okay, Okay!!, she
pleaded as his fingers continued their pinching.
Okay, what?, he replied.
OKAY, I WILL LOOK. ILL LOOK!!, she wailed behind her pain.
Master, he said pinching slightly harder.
She screeched at the increased pressure and screamed, MASTER! ILL
LOOK MASTER!
He released his grip and let her catch her breath, sweat glistening off
her body. She obediently looked into the mirror, a new horror
rising from within. He had hurt her for the first time and the meaning
of the word slave stuck home.
Good slave, he voiced, pushing the hydraulic control button once
again. She watched herself in the mirror being lowered,
centimeter by centimeter onto his awaiting pole till the head
disappeared into the folds of her creamy pussy. She felt him enter her,
invading
her body. He was huge, spreading her cunt lips wide. And it felt good.
The platform continued downward and she watched as her body
engulfed his cock. Then she felt the head of his cock reach the rear of
her vaginal cavity and it still wasnt all the way in! She tried to
raise her
ass as the platform lowered but her restraints held her firm.
Its too big!, she cried. He stood there, beneath her, rigid, not
moving an inch to stop the downward motion of the platform. Stop!
Please, Oh God, stop!, she pleaded. Then he was somehow, impossibly,
completely inside of her, his balls resting on the underside of her
ass cheeks. Finally he let go of the control button, halting the
movement of the platform.
He stood there for a moment, relishing his every sense, every tingle of
his nerve endings and the smell of sex in the air. He
reached around to her tits, making her jump slightly, and grasped them
firmly but not too hard. He began to massage them again, watching
their entwined bodies in the mirror over her shoulder. For some time he
remained immobile kneading her chest and watching her hips quiver
with the slightest of movement of his penis. Her breaths were coming in
short gasps again as she was succumbing to his constant stimulation.
Then, he slowly pulled out of her till the tip of his swollen cock
wavered at the entrance to her slit. He thrust upwards in one swift
motion, burying his meat to the hilt. She grunted in both pain and
pleasure as he impaled her, over and over again.
He could no longer control himself, penetrating her, fucking her with
abandonment. He felt her vaginal muscles contract around his
shaft and suddenly her body stiffened and shuttered in orgasmic
delight. Ohhh....ahhhhh!!!, she moaned aloud giving in to her
animalistic
instincts.
Jesus, he thought to himself, she squeezing my dick like a vice grip!
Boy, there are some muscles I never knew existed. Feeling
his balls contract and the head of his penis enlarge, he braced himself
for the shock wave that would soon come. His ejaculation, under high
pressure, shot up the length of his dick and with wave after wave of
contractions, blasted its way into Kerris warm pussy. Conrad stumbled
under the sudden release and had to brace himself upon the framework of
the device Kerri was bound to. He continued to pump his cock into
her constricted cunt muscles, draining every drop of cum from his
manhood. Limp, he withdrew completely and watched his milky-white cum
seep out of her pink pussy.
She was humiliated with herself for letting herself cum and she cried
in frustration. Her legs hurt from their stationary position and
she was dehydrated from the experience.
Are you happy now?, she cried. I fucking came for you. I really
must be a fucking slut after all...., she wailed. How could you do
this to me? How could you do this to anyone?, she implored.
Your not just anyone Kerri, your my slave, Conrad responded, and you
had no choice but to cum. It was inevitable. The body
can only take so much sexual stimulation before it is aroused, beyond
the control of the logical mind. Did you not enjoy your orgasm?.
NO! How can I enjoy being raped?!, she answered. You have
humiliated me, made me feel like dirt.
That will pass with time, as will the feeling that you are being
treated like dirt. In fact, though I dont expect you to believe it now,
you will be treated like a princess, a princess who has to be taught how
to truly understand her own sexuality and needs while serving her
master.
He paused and then he released her arms. Go ahead and shake your
arms out, he said.
While she hesitantly did so, he continued, In fact you will find that
I am probably the most honorable man you will ever know. I will
never lie to you, nor will there every be any secrets between us. I
will always treat you with utmost respect and dignity according to your
deservance of such treatment. You will always know exactly where you
stand, and I as well. It will take time, but this is something we have
plenty of.
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Subject: NEW STORY - Capture of Kerri (Part 3)
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(Part 3 cont)
H-how long do you plan on keeping me here?, she asked, fearful that
she already knew the answer.
You are my mate for life Kerri. Till death do us part. But do not
fear, you will not be constrained to a life behind prison bars. There
will be trips and times away from home. In time, when I can trust you.
But that is not here nor now. For now, you must learn to accept your
position. Todays lesson was successful, I hope, in teaching you that
your body is mine for every examination or use of. Also it taught you
that your basic sexual instincts are undeniably stronger than your
higher brain functions, and that you could experience an orgasm under the
most, well almost, extreme conditions. Now tell me again that you did
not enjoy your orgasm. Was it not, um -breathtaking?
She lingered, thinking about what he had just said, trying take it all
in and assimilate it. No, she feebly lied. I - I didnt like it. She
dropped her gaze to the ground to avoid his penetrating eyes.
You just lied to me, didnt you?, he prodded.
Y..yes, she said in a very hushed tone.
Yes, what?
Master... yes, Master, she gave in.
G
He had released her from the device, attached her wrists behind her
back, and prodded her over towards the makeshift bathroom. She had
indicated her need to relieve herself, hoping that she would have some
privacy and a moment alone. She was wrong. He sat her down on
the toilet seat and secured her ankles to rings located on each side of
the fixture. He sat in a nearby chair, and watched her as he drank from
a can of Pepsi.
Are you just going to sit there and watch me go to the bathroom?, she
asked incredulously.
Why not?, he replied amused. I told you that we would become
ultimately intimate. This is just one part of that growing intimacy.
He swigged a drink of his soda.
I cant do this. I just cant go to the bathroom while your watching
me. I couldnt do this in front of anyone, not even my husband if I
were to have one, she complained.
Im not your husband. Im your master and you will do your thing if
we have to wait here all day long, he concluded.
Furious at him, she sat there, legs splayed, her arms uselessly pinned
behind her. Her bowels tugged at her conscious, relaying
their need to empty, yet her mind struggled with her need to maintain
some shred of dignity. Hes taking every bit of dignity away from me,
she thought, and he wont stop until I am crawling to him begging to be
his slave. Oh God, how am I going to get through this...?
Twenty minutes later Conrad looked up to the sound of trickling, rising
in tempo till it was a steady stream. She was looking at him
with contempt, trying to maintain an air of dignity. He smiled.
Your a mess, he noted as he released her from the toilet. Its time
to clean up and get ready for dinner. You will be my dinner
guest tonight, wont you?, he chuckled. He walked her over towards the
showers where he locked in place a two foot length of heavy chain
running from a ring in the floor to her ankle. He then let her arms
drop free and stood back as she glowered at him.
Im sure you know what to do in a shower so I shouldnt have to give
you much instruction, should I. A long pause. I see, he
continued. The idea here is to turn the water on, soap up and wash
off. Is the concept too difficult for you to understand or will I have
to show
you how its done myself?, he said growing impatient.
I can do it!, she blurted out as she saw him began to come
towards her. Ill wash off. She turned her back towards him and
turned on the faucets, adjusting the mixture and sending a stream of
warm water flowing over her body. She took her time, relishing the
warmth that the water gave her.
I think you are wet enough for soap now, Conrad said interrupting her.
Reluctantly she stepped out from underneath the water and grabbed the
bar of soap off the nearby shelf. She lathered her legs,
stomach, skipping over her breasts and finishing up her shoulders and face.
Hold it right there, he said. You cant possibly call that a
thorough cleaning. Your forgetting some very important body parts. I
want you to clean those tits of yours! And dont forget to clean my cum
out from your pussy either.
She blushed red and resigned herself to cleaning her private parts in
front of her captor, careful not to linger too long in any one
place. He allowed her to wash the soap off and wash her hair out.
Dripping wet she was given a towel to dry off with. Done, she wrapped the
towel around her body, tucking it in at the top and gave Conrad a
pleading look. He consented this time.
Conrad attached a short length of chain between her ankles,
subsequently removing the link between her and the ring in the floor.
For a brief moment, Kerri thought of escape, her hands were free and she
could attack him while he was busy with her bonds. Yet, she knew
that she could not overpower him and that her attempted escape might
prove to be painful in the long run. Escape could wait until
circumstances were more to her advantage.
He directed her over to a vanity table, complete with mirror and
lights, and a large selection of various makeups and
accouterments. She sat down upon the cushioned stool and looked into
the mirror. Now, he is going to want for me to make myself up so that
he can live out some perverted fantasy. Fuck him. Im not a fucking
prostitute!
Then he reached inside a drawer and pulled out a five by ten glossy of
one of Kerris studio shots that depicted her kneeling on a
bed, arms up and grasping the back of her head. Her breasts were
majestically displayed and a hint of pubic hair peaked out from
underneath a loose skirt. He lay it in front of her.
This is what I want from you. I want you to apply whatever magic you
use on your pretty face to look like this. You may have
noticed that I brought most of your makeup from home for you to use, in
addition to several products I purchased on my own. Take your time
and do this right slave.
She stared down at the picture of her naked body, burning with anger at
herself for ever posing for Playboy. If she had just said no
to the roving talent scouts, she wouldnt here. In her anger she picked
up the hairbrush laying on the table and flung it at the mirror. NO!
I will
not be your whore!, she shrieked.
Without hesitation, Conrad snatched her arms and brought them back
behind her where he refastened them to her collar. She tried
to stand and twist away from his grasp, but he held her firmly, forcing
her into submission, pulling the towel from her body. She kicked at his
legs and screamed as he dragged her out of the bathroom and into the
torture chamber. He pushed, shoved and pulled her wriggling, naked
body over to another device nearby the one he had previously hitched her to.
Upon seeing her destination, Kerris sense of self preservation kicked
in and she pleaded with Conrad. PLEASE!!! Oh God, I
promise I will be good - Ill make myself up just like you want me to.
Ill do it - I promise!!
Of course you will slave, he acknowledged. But first you must be
punished for disobeying me.
She stared wide-eyed at the machine wondering what hideous things he
had in store for her. The device was heavy in
construction and its use was obvious even to the uninitiated.
Grabbing her by the waist he lifted her up onto the device, resting her
waist atop a padded bar running horizontal to the ground. It
was difficult with her constant kicking, but he managed to cinch the
leather belt around her slim waist securing her to the bar. Next he
grabbed
each leg and, using four straps, one at the ankle and one at the bend of
each knee, he pinioned her legs to the rails. These he spread apart
so wide that her cunt lips parted, exposing her tender, pink sex.
Why are you doing this?! I said I would do what you want!, Kerri
continued to plea.
He unlocked and then secured her wrists to points located underneath
her and slightly off to the side. This lesson has been long
in coming. Since you have arrived you have contantly ignored the rules
that I have given you. Talking without permission, not using my
proper title when you do talk, and simply disobeying my directions. I
have not forgotten your transgressions and now its time to pay the
piper. Her neck rested in a U-shaped restraint which he tightened to
restrict any movement of the head, yet not too tight to hinder breathing.
He left her for a moment and returned with two thirty foot lengths of
thin white nylon cord. He held them out to her and asked, Do
you know what these are for?
She tried to shake her head but was unable to.
With these, he lectured, I will have you begging for mercy and
crying in orgasmic release. Maybe you will learn to abide by my
rules. He really didnt think that this example would be enough to
break her will, but it would be a start and it would be fun to watch her
writhe in
agony, both in pain and in sexual heat.
As with most of the machines he designed, this one also incorporated a
hydraulic lifting system which he activated, raising Kerris
inert form high above the ground, to where her hanging boobs were easily
accessible.
Conrad stepped underneath her and let her breasts slide across his
upturned face. He grasped them gently and massaged them
while his tongue teased her already growing nipples. Then without
warning he grasped her left nipple between his fingers and yanked
downwards, stretching her tit out to its fullest.
She screeched in sudden pain and tried unsuccessfully to pull away from
his savage grip. He continued his hold on her nipple
and with the other hand looped one end of the white cord around the base
of her breast. This he tightened and then started wrapping more
loops around and around, moving slightly downwards with each loop. Each
wrap was progressively tighter than the last and caused the
trapped blood in her breast to be forced towards her nipple.
AEEEEEIIIIII...!!!!!, she screamed in his ear. YOUR HURTING ME! OH
GOD, IT HURTS SO BAD!!!
He continued the wrapping, relentlessly forcing her breast to distend
like an over-inflated balloon. By the time he ran out of cord,
her breast was swollen purple and her nipples, beet red, were enlarged
to twice their normal erect size.
Kerris face was red with hurt and her breaths came in short pants.
Her body was covered with new sweat and it shook
uncontrollably in response to the abuse being tended to her breast.
Please...Master, she gasped, I will be good from now on.. Ill do
whatever you want. Your hurting me so bad. Tears were in her
eyes as she tried to come to grips with the pain, the pain in her breast
now becoming a steady throb.
Good! Im pleased that you used my proper name. It is a start, but
we have a few other items to cover before were done here, he
replied smiling. His hand came up and found her free breast. She
howled as he grabbed the nipple and brought it downwards, sweat
breaking anew upon her forehead. He wrapped the remaining cord around
the breast and stood back waiting for her to stop sobbing.
Her tits were so tightly bound it felt as if blood was being forced out
her nipples, yet she was minutely comforted by the fact that
they were not growing cold - an indication that their blood circulation
was not cut off completely. Soon, numbness came and a steady
throbbing in her chest replaced the blinding pain. Her shakes eased and
she was able to breath deeply.
Seeing her recovery, Conrad stepped back underneath her, careful not to
touch her breasts. He knew that they were ultimately
sensitive in their current state and his next plan called for precisely
applied stimulation.
Anticipating her continued torture, she screamed. PLEASE!! NO
MORE!! I cant take anymore pain!!
I believe your correct. I think you have had enough pain for now
slave. Now I will teach you that pain and sex can be intertwined
into stimulating bed partners.
Opening his mouth, he slid his tongue outwards and barely touched her
enlarged nipple. The sensitivity of the hard nipple, being
ten times that of normal, sent electric shocks of ecstasy throughout
Kerris body and she shuttered. Moving to her other nipple, he pressed
home the attack, licking and sucking her tender nubs till she was
moaning in abandonment.
Once again, her body had betrayed her and more notably, her sexual
passion had pushed aside the bio-chemical messages
being sent from her pain receptors. The two sparing with each other,
pain, then undeniable lust and sensual arousal, caused her body to
spasm at every application of his tongue to the nerve endings located in
her nipples. She closed her eyes and rode the wave of orgasm to
its culminating peak and then cried out in surrender as she plunged
over the crest, her body racked with convulsions.
Conrad ceased his fondling of her breasts and moved around her. From
her position she did not see him reach up and pull down
the device attached to the ceiling, positioning it at her rear. It was
his pride and joy in construction engineering, employing both physical
sciences and computer control. The arms blueprint was borrowed from an
automobile factory, designed to weld numerous parts together
with precision in record speed. The only difference between it original
purpose and what it would be used for today, was that the arc welder
was removed from the end and replaced with a very special dildo.
The dildo was nine inches in length and one and a half inches in
diameter. It contained a very powerful vibrator in the base which
was externally powered, eliminating batteries and allowing for
continuous operation. In addition it was filled with an expandable
bladder.
This bladder was attached via a hose to an electric air compressor.
When completely filled it would expand the dildo to a huge four inches in
diameter.
The entire robot arm was controlled by a computer which Conrad had
pre-programmed with many different scenarios, or paths,
which the arm would follow without compromise. The particular program
that was loaded into the computers memory would provide input to
the arm for a continuous loop of motions simulating thrusting and
twisting of the plastic dick. During its course of manipulations it would
randomly vary the vibrations and diameter of the dildo as well. As a
final act of control, the dildo would occasionally seep lubricant to
facilitate its ease of movement.
Not allowing Kerri to recover from her orgasm, Conrad swung the tip of
the dildo into her still-wet cunt, pushing it in all the way to the
hilt. Using a remote, he zeroed the position of the dildo, feeding the
X,Y,Z coordinates of the maximum insertion point into the computer.
Receiving the proper acknowledgment and prompt from the computer, he
moved the head of the dildo to a position approximately one inch
inside of her love canal. Another push of the remote zeroed the X,Y,Z
coordinates of the maximum removal point of the dildo.
Sensing the item inside of her did not quite meet her expectations of a
normal hand-held dildo, Kerri began to worry. What are you
doing?, she asked in urgency, still in pain from her bound tities.
He responded over her back, Just relax slave. I want to introduce you
to a friend of mine. His name is Robby - Robby the robot.
And since he is my friend I have assured him that he could fuck you
till he passed out. Well, he chuckled, in this case I guess you will
be the
first one to pass out.
He stepped back around to her front and held the remote in his hand.
Looking at her he said, Are you ready for the ride of your
life?.
Please, please ...., she started but stopped short with a gasp when
he jabbed his finger on the execute button. The arm began
by making 360 degree turns of the dildo, increasing the vibration slowly
and then inching its way into her cunt. She bucked trying to escape
the mechanical dick.
In the course of the next several minutes the dildo began to slide in
and out of her snatch, twisting and probing in random motions,
quick then slow, expanding and contracting to its limits. When fully
expanded Kerris gasps turned into grunts of pain as she tried to relax and
accommodate its size.
While the robot pumped relentlessly away, Conrad went back to work on
her nipples, licking and sucking them till she was panting
with sexual energy. Uuuhhhh....ggggghhhh!!!! She orgasmed quickly,
whining in her passion.
Conrad smiled in his pleasure at his slave performing so well, far
beyond his expectations. He had truly wondered if he could
persuade an abducted woman to orgasm in this environment. From all that
he had read, the key was to concentrating the captives thoughts
completely on the act of sex. Without other external thoughts, such as
family or the things she left behind, the body would generally respond
to continued arousal. Sometimes, after prolonged sessions, the subject
would go so far as to become addicted to their sexual release,
abandoning all will and self-control, instead living for their next
fix, not unlike a drug addict. It was this dependence on him for sexual
gratification that Conrad desired to instill in Kerri, and he felt he
was far ahead of schedule thus far.
Unknown to Conrad, Kerri was a very sexual creature, nearly unsatible
for sexual release, but rather unusually, she was not overly
loose as many of her old friends had been. She found that she could
mostly satisfy her needs alone, applying exactly the right technique that
produced the best orgasms, not having to deal with the male ego or
less-than-adequate performance on the part of her lover. She would
have died in embarrassment had anyone ever discovered that she sometimes
would masturbate several times a day. Occasionally she
would masturbate in the morning, then again when she got home from
college, and then once more before going to bed. She especially liked
to cum before bed as it allowed her to sleep better.
Now she would have more orgasms than she had ever thought possible.
Not wanting to damage her breasts, Conrad slowly unwrapped each hoots
allowing them their freedom. As the blood flowed back
into her breasts, Kerri gritted her teeth and groaned in the new born
pain that returned to her chest. Soon the color returned and her tits
regained their normal shape and appearance. Conrad played with them for
awhile, as a child does with a toy, and then stepped to her rear
watching intently the progress of the automated dildo.
Her eyes closed, she felt the wave of orgasm flow over her body, time
after time, as the unmerciful rubber cock penetrated her
twat. Her body shook in continuous convulsions and it was covered with
her sweat. Adding even more stimulation to her already overloaded
nervous system, Conrad teased her exposed clit with his fingers, rubbing
and pulling at it, watching her pussy muscles contract and expand in
orgasm after orgasm.
Her moans turned into guttural sounds as her body uncontrollably shook.
Each time her body peaked over the edge of orgasm, it
was not allowed to recover, instead being brought right back to orgasm
with the continual stimulation in between her thighs.
Finally after about two hours of fucking the mechanical dick, she cried
out, OH GOD! Please...huff, huff.... I cant, cant take
anymore of this ... pant, uh.... my stomach hurts... Her face
tightened in concentration as she plunged once more over the edge, her
pussy
juices long used up, the dildo now providing all the slippery
lubrication needed.
Sensing that the lesson was nearing the end of its usefulness, and
suspicious that anymore might actually be detrimental to his
purpose, Conrad reached up and aborted the computer program only after
58 iterations of the basic two minute long loop.
However he was not completely done with her, he thought to himself as
he reached down and stroked his throbbing dick. With a
hiss of escaping air, he lowered the platform she was on till her cunt
was easily serviceable by his stiff cock.
One last orgasm for yours truly, he said to her as he plunged his
cock into her slit. It didnt take long, his balls had been ready to
explode over the last two hours of watching her writhe, and Kerri,
bucking in another mind blowing orgasm of her own, forced him over the
edge. Arching his back and pounding his groin against her ass, Conrad
shook as he shot his cum deep inside of her. She whimpered in her
exhaustion and soon her shaking subsided to an occasional jerk as he
plied his softening penis back and forth in her slick hole.
Whew, that was good!, he exhaled. Removing his now limp cock from
Kerris pussy, he got to work at releasing Kerris bonds,
occasionally brushing her clit with his hand, making her gasp.
Completely debased and stripped of her will to fight, she allowed
herself to be gently lifted off the device and placed onto her feet.
Her legs were deadened and she required Conrads help to remain
standing. She had nothing to say and reflected over and over as to the
intensity of the pain she had just experienced and how she had been
humiliated and sexually fulfilled to the point where none of it mattered at
the moment. She looked at the robotic arm with both a longing and a
fear as she thought how it would be if she was strapped to that dildo all
day long. She knew that she would indeed pass out.
Im thirsty - Master, she choked out quietly.
Ill bet you are. You can have your drink if you agree to clean
yourself up without a fuss. You must also be hungry too. As soon as
you get all cleaned up, Ill bring you something good to eat. Does this
sound good to you?
She contemplated his offer for a moment and then shook her head, It
sounds good, Master.
She hung her head in resignation as he walked her towards the shower
and handed her a glass of cold water from the nearby
watercooler. She drank it greedily and when she had finished he gave
her more. She drank four more cups before she indicated that she
had enough and needed to go to the bathroom.
Make sure you do everything because it will be the last chance till
tomorrow morning, he said to her, pointing to the toilet. She
clearly understood but could not bring herself to relax her sphincter
muscles enough to take a shit in front of him.
After a while he allowed her to stand up and turn the shower on. Tired
and worn out physically, she languished under the warm
water, letting the streaming water massage her head and shoulders. She
tried to ignore Conrads presence and instead concentrated on the
effort required to soap up and rinse off. She hesitated touching her
private parts, not so much due to Conrads gaze, but more because they
were so tender that she was certain that the slightest contact would
arouse her sexually - the last thing she wanted at the moment. Heeding
Conrads non-verbal direction she shrugged her shoulders and brought the
bar of soap up to her breast. She quickly passed it over her
nipples and inwardly moaned at the electric sensation that came from them.
I want you to clean your tits well slave. Soap them up till I tell
you to stop, Conrad ordered in a calm but serious voice.
She stood there shocked, thought about disobeying him but knew that
disobedience would just lead to suffering, and relented,
drawing her open palm over the curvature of her breast. A gasp escaped
from her throat.
Massage your breasts with both hands, he said watching intently and
feeling a rise beginning in his pants.
She submitted to his demand and began to thoroughly kneed her tits,
feeling her knees shake from the intense pleasure she was
administering to herself. She felt her cunt ache with a desire to be
touched but she refused to act upon her urgency in front of her captor
of her
own will. Then she stunned herself with the acknowledgment that she
wanted him to force her to touch her pussy. To allow her to masturbate
and assuage her longing. What is happening to me?!, she wondered with a
touch of apprehension.
Kerri was taken back when he said, Okay, enough play time slut. Rinse
off, but under no circumstances are you to touch your
pussy. Do you understand?
Huh?, she uttered confused and horny. She needed to get off! What
was this bastard about to do? She began to wash herself off
trying to direct the spray from the nozzle down between her legs. The
water striking her breasts simply aggravated her condition and soon
she found herself trying to rub her pussy between her thighs.
She looked up as Conrad reached into a foot locker and brought out an
unusual device. Her body now clean, he reached over
and turned off the water and directed her to dry off but again warned
her about not touching her pussy.
She was clearly frustrated as he handed her the chastity belt, her eyes
widening as she comprehended what it was.
Put this on, Conrad commanded shoving it into her hands.
Her mind went over the significance of what he was telling her to do.
On the one hand, he was allowing her to cover herself to
some degree, this appealing to her modesty. On the other hand, she was
undeniably sexually frustrated and needed to quench the fire
between her legs. It was this side of the argument that won out and she
had to be prompted again to put it on.
The chastity belt was made of leather and pieces of metal sewn in
strategic spots. It fit snugly atop her hips, secured by a locking
belt around her waist to prevent it from being pulled downwards.
Between her legs a wide strip of metal ran the length of her crotch
obstructing
access to her pussy.
Next, Conrad retrieved another article of clothing from the foot
locker, a heavy leather bra made out of leather and steel plates.
He walked to the rear of her and commanded, Bring your arms up over
your head. She complied and he reached around her
front placing the bra over her large breasts. Pulling back, he brought
them up and completely inside the iron maiden bra. He then pulled two
leather straps up and over her shoulders, running them through her
collar and down to the back of the bra where he locked everything
together. There was little chance her being able to squirm out of it.
He touched her arms and directed them back down to her sides.
It quite late and I am sure you must be exhausted. Come this way and
I will show you your quarters.
He led her to the bedchamber where a king size bed took up most of the
room. It was adorned with cotton sheets, blankets and
lots of pillows to lay upon.
If your a good girl, someday you will be allowed to sleep here with
me, he said. Motioning to the far end of the room, he added,
In there is where you will sleep until you learn the rules of your
enslavement.
She peered into the darkness behind the thick steel bars which
comprised the cage door. It was a ten by ten foot square cell
covered with a bed of thick straw. In the center of the cell a large
ring was embedded into the floor. She cringed at the thought of being
locked into the cage, treated as a circus animal and took a step backwards.
One last thing. He fished inside a nearby cupboard and pulled out
two small, stiff leather bags with straps around the openings.
He grabbed her wrist and stuffed her hand into one of the bags. She
tried to resist but his grip was painful and she acquiesced to his whims.
He wrapped the leather strap around her wrist and locked it into place
and repeated the procedure with Kerris other hand.
Im sure I could trust you not to attempt it, but these will assure
that you dont try and slip a finger inside your chastity belt. Cant
have you friggn yourself in the middle of the night without me, can we?
Finished, he opened the door to the cell and motioned her into it. She
took two paces forward and stopped, feeling very trapped
and cornered. Panic began to well up inside her.
Conrad noted the expression on her face and before she could bolt, he
grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, quickly
depositing her inside on top of the straw. She reacted by trying to
force her way out between him and the wall of the cell but he pinned her
with
his arm and attached the chain between the floor and her collar. He let
go of her and stepped outside as she pleaded to be let go.
Please dont leave me in here, she sobbed. I promise I wont try to
escape, but I beg of you to let me out of this cage - Master!
He ignored her cries and swung the door shut, locking it with a sullen
clank. He left her there, crying in self pity, and went upstairs where
he got
ready for bed. Sleep would elude both of them that night.
G
That night she had slept little and worried much. It was the first
time since her abduction that she had any time to be alone and
think. She had tried to escape her bonds but found to her dismay that
it was of no use. Her sleep was interrupted by the persistent and
unquenchable attention her pussy demanded and her thoughts played the
days events over and over in her fitful dreams. She had a
thousand questions but was not rewarded with any answers. She did not
know how much more abuse, sexually and emotionally, she could
take.
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Subject: NEW Story - Capture of Kerri (Part 4)
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(part 4 cont)
The real question that she had to answer was that of allowing herself
to follow the orders of this man whom she did not even have a
name for other than his self-imposed title of Master. Could she betray
herself and her entire upbringing by allowing her will to be control by
another individual? She surmised that he had nearly taken hold of her
will by using sex as an instrument. She could not believe how willing
her body was to be used in this manner, but her emotions and logic told
her to fight, to regain her dignity and self control.
Indeed, by the time the sun and risen in the early morning, she had
convinced herself she could beat Conrad at his own game.
G
Click. She was roused by the sound of the key unlocking the cell door.
She jerked her head up and looked out between the bars
of the cell, raising her body off the matted straw. Her captor stood at
the entrance wearing a blue, pinstriped suit and silk tie as if ready to go
off to work.
Conrad greeted her cheerfully. Good morning slave. I hope that you
were able to get some sleep last night. Breakfast will be in
an hour and I want you to be presentable before I bring you upstairs.
He motioned to the bed where a semi-formal white-laced dress, black
garters and sheer stockings, and a pair of white high heels lay.
I want you to put those on and then we will try again at the vanity
table.
I will do what you say, but I am doing it against my will. I just
wanted you to know that I will never willingly do anything you wish.
The only reason I am doing this is because I dont have any desire to
be hurt. She looked at him in defiance and then added with contempt
in her voice, Master.
Well, its a start. I thought our progress might take a step
backwards given enough time to yourself. But I look forward to out
continuing lessons, dont you?
No, I do not. You can rape me and torture me till Im dead, but I
will not willingly give in to your demands - ever!
Turn around, he said wondering if he had just been wounded where it
mattered. He unlocked the multitude of straps and told her
to slip out of the bra and chastity belt. Despite her boldness, she
hesitated before complying and he knew that she was still modest and
insecure. Good, I will take advantage of her weakness this morning. I
might still be able to gain control over her before its too late.
Good. Now get dressed, Conrad said. Looking over at the bed she
noticed the lack of underwear and assumed that this was his
intent. He watched her as she shrugged indifferently and obediently
slipped the dress over her head and tugged it over her slim body. Her
cleavage was prominent and the dress held her breasts proudly aloft.
Kerri then proceeded to bend over at the waist and slip on the
stockings and garter belt. Lastly she stepped into the high heels and
stood still, still trying hard not to give her master a show.
Near perfection, he commented at her beauty. Lets see if you can
complete the picture with some makeup. He gestured
towards the vanity table and she walked over to it, sitting down on the
stool.
Fine, she thought, Ill take my time and make myself all pretty. It
beats getting raped and hurt. Though she knew that would happen
soon enough.
He waited patiently for her across the room, giving her some
illusionary space and freedom, anticipating mercilessly ripping it
away from her again. Keeping her on her toes and always one step behind
was what he was trying to accomplish in his training course. She
would be harder than he had hoped.
Forty five minutes later she announced that she was done, and indeed,
she was a work of art. Beauty was never better defined.
Conrad was awestruck and found himself wondering if he could maintain
his composure.
Turn around, he said to her as he twirled his finger in the air. She
frowned and turned on her heels, still trying her best to avoid
turning her captor on, avoid looking into his eyes.
Absolutely breathtaking. I will be honored if you would join me at
breakfast. He walked up to her and bent down, slipping a pair
of padded leather cuffs over her ankles and linking a 24 chain between
them. He then slipped a pair of similar cuffs over her wrists, locking
them together with a shorter 6 chain.
Sorry about that, he said insincerely. But I have to make sure that
you cant go running off and get lost in the woods. He gently
held onto her arm as he escorted Kerri upstairs and past the heavy steel
door.
Sunshine greeted her and once again the luxurious settings of the huge
home had the effect of making her drop her guard slightly,
her mind unable to relate the mountain vista with the events of the
previous day.
Her nose caught the whiff of cooking bacon and her stomach growled in
hunger. She hadnt had anything to eat since two days
before and she was famished.
Conrad motioned her over to a glass dinning room table where two place
settings were embellished with crystal glasses, exquisite
silverware and fine china. Food adorned the entire center of the table
and she could feel her saliva glands kick it in anticipation.
Sitting down himself, he told her to take her seat. Careful not to
trip over the manacles, Kerri walked over to the other side of the
table and pulled out the white, hardwood chair.
Wha...OH GOD NO!!, she nearly fell backwards as she tried to get away
from the chair. Conrad jumped out of his seat and
grabbed her from behind, holding her firm.
You said you did not want to be hurt. Is that still true? Cause if
it is, you will do as your told and take your seat. If you dont I will
hang you by your wrists and whip your body till you bleed. Its your
choice.
Kerri ceased her struggles and thought hard about what he said,
horrified at what she had just seen and yet more scared of being
brutalized with a whip.
Her decision came in a muted gasp. Okay, I will sit down .... Master.
Good, he said and let go of her. He walked back to his seat and
plopped down, watching her closely.
She slowly moved over to the chair and pulled it out away from the
table. Attached to the center of the seat, a large pink dildo
pointed upwards, humming and throbbing back and forth and up and down.
At the base of the plastic cock a small thumb-like protrusion
busily danced about waiting to come into direct contact with Kerris
clitoris.
Pull your dress up above your hips and get on it, Conrad instructed.
Embarrassed, she did so, exposing her pussy to his view
and awkwardly positioned herself above the moving target.
I want you to look into my eyes slave. Do not turn away.
In anguish she looked up and met his eager eyes. Not wishing his view
blocked though the glass table top, Conrad insisted that
she impale it without using her hands.
With some difficulty and after several tries, Kerri finally managed to
get the moving cock part way into her still-dry slit. Uuuhhh....,
she uttered as the dildo awakened her clit. It wasnt long before her
pussy juices flowed of their own accord and she was able to lower herself
the rest of the way till her ass smacked the wooded seat. Her face
contorted with pleasure and a waning look of self-control as her clit was
continuously stimulated by the protrusion at the base of the dildo.
Conrad found himself massaging a raging hard on and wondered how many
times he could cum within such a short period of time.
Taking control of the situation he said to her, Eat. Eat your
breakfast before it gets cold.
Her face, now fully enveloped in waves of sexual passion, barely
revealed acknowledgment of his instructions. Instead she
slowly lifted herself up and down upon the shaft, her muscles shook with
abandonment. His own appetite shrank while his lust manifested
itself, eyeing her wet pussy lips sliding over the plastic dildo, the
length of it disappearing into her cunt and then reappearing as she reared
upwards.
Smack, smack, smack - the sounds of her ass hitting the wet seat over
and over as she rode it faster and harder. Then her body
trembled and she screamed, screamed in ecstasy as she plunged of the
edge in one of many orgasms to come during that morning
breakfast hour. Conrad would not allow her to get up no matter how much
she begged and he forced her to eat her food during the lulls
between orgasms. Finally she had finished her breakfast and Conrad
consented to allowing her to rise from the chair.
He stood with her and walked her over to the back of a long couch
situated in the middle of the nearby living room. He put her
hands on the top rail and told her to say put. She was still shaking
and out of breath as he pulled the top of her dress down below her breasts,
spilling them out. He stepped behind her, pulled her dress upwards and
pulled out his throbbing cock. Teasingly, he laid the length of it
between her pussy lips and slid it up and down till Kerri was again
moaning with desire.
He reached around and found her tits, massaging her hard nipples. He
was pleased as she unconsciously ground her pussy
onto his cock, wanting for him to take her. This he did, easily sliding
the head of his prick between the folds of her slit and on into her moist
hole. She whimpered as he hammered his entire length into her, the head
pressing hard into the back of her cunt. Her breathing matched his
in guttural statico, shallow pants. Their bodies were profiled in the
mirror to the side of the room, giving full view of his manhood penetrating
her rear. Her ass reared upwards meeting his thrusts and her gorgeously
shaped legs strained to maintain their purchase atop her five inch
heels. Her breasts bounced and danced beneath her and Conrad pulled
aside her long, blonde hair to completely reveal them to the
reflections of the mirror.
He slowed down his pace, wanting to take his time and savor her body
before continuing his lessons in dominance. He ran his
hands down Kerris thighs and back up and around her soft belly. He
moved one hand up to her quivering breast and gently massaged it
while his other hand reached between her legs, finding her clit and
teasing it. She moaned softly and shook with another series of orgasms.
Slowly, with consideration, he quickened his pace. The sweat stood out
on his forehead as his plunged into her, throwing her body
over the back of the couch, her stomach resting on the padded top edge.
He rested his weight over his arms and wildly fucked her cunt,
pounding into her, over and over again. With a strained grunt he came,
spurting his jism deep within her body and drilling her even harder
than before while his body convulsed.
Oh shit! Oh man - Damn that was good!, he praised her as he sat down
on the floor to recuperate. Kerri lay draped over the
couch, cum dribbling out her slit and down her thigh. She was crying in
despair.
Come on baby, he said, truly touched by her tears. Didnt you enjoy
it? You must have cum a dozen times this morning.
Geeezz, most women that I know would kill for a session like that.
She pulled her legs up over the couch and lay weeping in the fetal
position.
Are you ashamed with yourself for becoming sexually aroused?, he
asked her. Dont be so hard on yourself. As I said before,
its not something that you have control over. So instead of fighting
it, go with the flow and try and enjoy yourself.
Her cries subdued to a sniffle and very quietly she spoke. Im very
scared. I sooo scared of you and what you might do to me.
She paused to wipe her tear-streaked eyes. But most of all Im scared
of what you are turning me into - a slut. As if a dam burst, Kerri
took in
a deep breath and began talking in near hysteria. A fucking slut is
what you have turned me into. Damn you! All you have to do is touch me
and I act like a animal in heat. You have no right to do this to me.
Do you hear me? No right at all!!
He stood up and walked around to her where she was looking up at him
with fear in her eyes.
Oh God, please - Im sorry I said all of that Master. I will do
whatever you want, but please dont hurt me, she pleaded with him.
Stand up and be quiet, he ordered her. She stood in front of him,
tugging the front of the dress up over her breasts. She looked
into his eyes for some hint of what he was going to do next, afraid to
speak any further.
Follow me, he said pointing to the front door. She silently hobbled
behind Conrad as best as her two foot chain allowed.
Grabbing a small backpack by the front door, he escorted her around to
the side of the house and deep into the woods along a dirt path.
Huge evergreens and alders reared overhead, blocking a large portion of
the daylight and birds chirped their melodic songs.
The urge to run was great, but she knew that she could not get ten
feet, chained as she was, before he would be on top of her.
Occasionally she would startle as Conrad would playfully pinch her ass.
Her eyes penetrated the heavy foliage looking for any sign of other
homes or human activity, someone to scream for help to. There was
nothing but thick forest all around them.
Soon they came upon a clearing in the woods, a small meadow about 40
feet in diameter and covered with thick, green grass and
a small, but deep, creek ran just to one side.. Sunlight poured through
the opening in the forests canopy, alighting Kerris hair and the white of
her dress. In the middle of the meadow, two solid-looking wooden posts
stuck six feet out of the ground.
Conrad turned her around to face him and spoke in a deliberate tone.
I want you to suck my cock and make love to my body,
slave. I want you to strip yourself naked and crawl on your belly to
me. You will make love to my cock like it is your most prized possession.
Kerri blanched as he continued. You will take my cock in your mouth
and swallow its entire length and when I cum, you will swallow every
drop with a smile on your face. He paused to allow her to absorb he
instructions. Now slave!
She took a step backwards and looked at the ground in fear. I-I
c-cant. I cant do it..., she feebly uttered.
Already knowing her response, he was ready. With a quick motion, he
grabbed her arm and twisted it up behind her back. She
screamed at the sudden force and tried to twist away from his grip.
Holding her by her throat and pinned wrist, Conrad pushed her over
towards the posts protruding from the ground. She fought valiantly,
screaming as loud as she could muster, but she was no match for his
strength.
Pushing her against one of the posts, he pinned her with his knee while
he released the chain between her wrists. This done, he
pulled a length of rope out of the backpack and tied it into the D-ring
on the inside portion of her left cuff. She beat at him feebly with her
free
hand as he looped the other end of the rope around the post and pulled
it tight, bringing her arm up and outwards in a straight line. He tied the
rope off securely and repeated the operation on her right hand. Now
that her arms were tied, her will to fight lessened, making her legs easy
to tie to the bottom of each post.
She cried as he stood in front of her spread-eagle form and vainly
tried to reason with him. Please, Oh God, please dont hurt me
Master! I am sorry that I did not immediately do as you commanded. I
will now! I will make you very happy. I promise! Desperately she
tried another tack, hoping to convince him that she was ready to do as
he wished. Look, if you let me go I will dance for you - yes, I will
strip
tease for you. I know you would like that, right? And then I will
crawl on my stomach to you and pull out your gorgeous cock and take it
all the
way in - just like you want me to. And I will swallow your cum, every
bit of it and enjoy it. Then afterwards you can take me again, fuck me
anyway you like. Or maybe you would like to relax and let me do all of
the work? I can do it all for you Master!! Please, please let me have a
chance!
He actually hesitated for a moment, excited by her pleading and knowing
that her words would indeed come true - but later. He
wanted her complete submission, without hesitation and he hoped his
continued lessons would teach her that. If he backed down now, she
would have won and any future obedience would be in question. No, he
had to discipline her well.
I sounds wonderful my pretty little slut, but you failed to
immediately obey me and then on top of that, you fought against me, trying
to escape. No, I will have to teach you a lesson now.
She continued to beseech him but he ignored her while he dug around in
the backpack and came out with a strangely shaped
piece of leather, adorned with multiple straps and laces. She watched
him as he walked over to the stream and plunged it into the waters
edge, placing a rock on top of it to keep the apparatus from washing
downstream.
He came to her and pulled out a small pocket knife. Sorry about the
dress, he said, while pulling the blade out of its protective
sheath. But it will just get in the way. He cut through the back and
upper arms of the dress, letting it fall away from her naked body. She
stood their, unable to move but an inch or two in any direction,
trembling in apprehension.
Conrad returned to the stream and pulled the leather apparatus out of
the water and calmly walked back to Kerris side. He held
the article up to her and said, This is a special purpose bra. Its
leather has been treated with a special property that allows it to
breath and
its been bonded with a special elastic material that will help it form
to the shape of your tits.
She was bewildered by the bra and what he was telling her. Was this
her punishment? I dont get it, she thought to herself.
Stepping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and brought the
leather bra upwards till it cradled her tits loosely. She
shivered at the coldness of the wet leather as it caressed her breasts.
He pulled a two-inch-wide strap upwards from each side of the bra over
her shoulders and fastened them through cinch clamps at
the backside of the bra which was now fixed horizontally across her
back. Moving to her front, he diligently set to work positioning each
breast
precisely inside the corresponding bra cup, and then tightened two dozen
small straps sewn over the entire exterior of the bra. These
precision adjustments allowed the bra to fit perfectly to the curvature
of each breast, snug, but not too tight. At the tip of each cup there
was a
small hole, allowing her nipples to extend outwards.
Conrad took a step backwards and appreciated her leather-clad chest.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gag. Open
wide, he commanded, holding the penis shaped gag to her lips. Do as I
say or I will force it in slave, he cautioned her. She consented to
his reasoning allowing him to secure the gag in place.
I will be leaving you now to let you enjoy some peace and quiet in the
sun. Oh, did I forget to mention that leather has a unique
property that enables it to expand greatly when it is soaked in water?
He paused for effect. And conversely, he continued, it has a nasty
propensity for shrinking when it is dried out - like underneath a hot
sun. He looked up and shielded his eyes from the suns glare and then
looked back down to her. Yep, Ill bet that leather dries out in a
couple of hours easily in this sun. Hmmm.... I certainly wouldnt want
to have
your skin burn out here. It wouldnt do to have it peeling all over my
floors, would it?.
He reached into the backpack and pulled out a bottle of SPF 60 sunblock
lotion. Popping the top of it, he poured a generous
amount into the palm of his hand and began to apply it to her body.
Over her neck and down her back, down her legs and upwards over her
belly and arms. He paid special attention to her pussy and ass, working
the lotion in deeply while she moaned and gyrated beneath his
kneading hands. He left her wet and wanting.
As he was turning to leave, he suddenly remembered one last thing, Oh
yes! I almost forgot something special to keep your
attention while you are waiting for the leather to dry. He slipped his
hand inside the pocket of his pants and produced a pair of gold plated
nipple clamps attached to a length of gold chain.
Her eyes bulged in horror as he approached her and she vainly attempted
to shake her breasts clear of his grip, but she was held
too tightly. He grabbed the underside of her right leather-encased tit
with his left hand and held it firmly while he pinched open one of the
clamps with his other hand. Assuring that she was watching him, he
placed the teeth of the nipple clamp over the protruding nip and let it
snap
shut.
She gasped in pain, her eyes rolled upwards and her body tensed against
her bonds. He let her absorb the pain for a moment
and then proceeded to twist the locking screw on the clamp, causing it
to tighten even further till she was shaking in her pain.
AAAIIIIiiiiiiEEEEEE.....!!!!, she screamed into her gag. Her eyes
watered and her nose whistled as she tried to inhale huge breaths through
her nostrils.
He stood there listening to her muffled and incoherent pleadings for a
while, waiting for her to calm down. When he felt that it was
safe to continue, he brought the other end of the chain upwards and
through the ring located at the front of her collar, and then back down to
her other breast. Judging the total length required for his purpose, he
clipped the remaining clamp into the chain about four inches up from the
swinging end. With his forearm, held horizontally, he lifted her right
breast upwards about three inches and held it there while with his free
hand
he brought the opened clamp over her left nipple, clamping it shut.
Wailing in agony, she bucked and raised her body upwards against her
ankles restraints, attempting to pull away. He held her
firmly though, and tightened the clamp into place. Then carefully, he
let his forearm down, forcing her nipples upwards to support the weight of
her suspended tits.
There, he said to her shaking form. That should keep you occupied
for awhile. I will leave now to give you some time to think
about how you disappointed me earlier. Maybe you will decide to obey me
from now on, or maybe you will rather continue the discipline.
The choice is yours. He turned on his heel and marched off towards the
house, leaving her bound in the middle of the meadow, tortured and
crying.
The pain in her nipples eventually subsided to a continual dull
throbbing as the nerve endings grew numb. She had been there for
nearly and hour and her entire body ached from being tied in this one
position for so long. She found herself resting her legs by hanging
some of her weight onto her arms, but this simply shifted the strain
from one part of her body to another.
The coolness of the bra had long ago evaporated and was replaced by a
warming as the sun heated the leather. She shifted her
position uncomfortably as her breasts began to suffocate underneath the
unyielding garment. Inexorably, the leather bra began to shrink and
constrict around her breasts. The pain started as a low intensity
squeeze and slowly built up to a persistent ache as her blood vessels were
being pushed out and the fatty tissues of her breasts contended for the
available space being slowly compressed by the contracting leather.
The nerves over the surface of her breasts began to scream in urgency,
sending messages of serious problems to her brain stem.
She tried to shut her mind off from the messages but soon she was
unable to control the groans that issued from her gagged
mouth. Another half hour passed, and she had nearly passed out twice
from the pain, but she was fortunate in that the leather was completely
dried now. To the unknowing observer, one might have not noticed the
condition her breasts were in, other than the obvious nipple clamps.
In fact, one might just say that they looked fine, still large and
round, even though encased in leather. To the knowledgeable though, her
pain
was quite apparent. The actual shrinkage of the leather is not
altogether great, however if initially fit snug over human flesh, any
shrinkage is
serious because flesh is simply not compressible, being made up of
nearly 99% water.
What saved Kerris tits from being literally crushed and destroyed at
the cellular level, was a little give between her breasts and
her ribcage. It was in this area that her breasts found the space to
spread just before her cells burst from the pressure. Conrad knew this and
had engineered the bra to allow for the space.
She felt something down between her legs and opened her eyes. A hand -
his hand. He was reaching up from behind her,
between her legs, and applying some sort of white cream to her pussy.
He rubbed it in till it disappeared and then walked around to her front.
He began to unbuckle each strap, loosening the bra from around her
tits. A cry of anguish came from her as blood rushed back
into her freed breasts. He removed the bra entirely and then pulled off
her gag. She gasped at the release of her jaws and opened and
closed her mouth slowly to stretch her muscles. He untied each of her
appendages from the posts and allowed her to step away.
Not giving her the time to recover as she probably needed, he put his
demands before her. Standing before her, he commanded,
Kneel!. She faltered but for a second and quickly obeyed fearing his
discipline. Good, he said impressed by her quick response. Testing
her further he ordered her to lay on her stomach. She complied to this
as well, squirming at the thought of ants finding their way to her flesh.
The sun lit her wet body and he walked around her, as if inspecting a
prize race horse. Now I want you to place your arms out in
front of you. Yes, like that. Now bring your knees up underneath you
but keep your head on the ground. Get that ass high off the ground and
show it off! She followed his instructions, rearing her ass into the
air and arching her back to keep her head on the ground. Great! Now
lets
complete the picture by opening up those luscious legs of your so that I
can get a look at that perfect cunt. Shuddering at his choice of words,
she slowly opened her legs. More, he said. Wider she spread them
till her pussy was completely exposed and vulnerable to his every
whim.
A tingling sensation began to build between Kerris legs and she
shifted uncomfortably. It quickly built into a warmth, spreading up
the length of her pussy lips and igniting her clitoris. She realized
that the cream Conrad had used on her was some sort of deep-heating
ointment. She squirmed in her discomfort and concentrated on trying to
keep from touching herself.
To see how far she would willingly subject herself to his will, he
thought it was time to put her through the paces. He sat down and
ordered her to crawl on her hands and knees over to his backpack.
Carefully, avoiding kneeling upon small pebbles and sticks, Kerri
crawled over to the pack, her tits swinging below her, tantalizing
Conrad. Open it up slave, he told her. Inside you will find a toy.
Yes, thats it.
Put it into your mouth and bring it over here like a good bitch. She
placed the black dildo sideways in between her teeth. No, not like that,
he reprimanded her. Suck it like it was a cock. Thats right, just a
cock. Now bring it here.
She crawled over to him, crimson with humiliation but not knowing how
to resist. She knelt beside him expecting for him to take it
from her mouth. Instead he just sat there looking her over, thinking
about how he was going to use her.
Face down, ass up and spread em, is all he said to her. She
interpreted his request and obligingly resumed the position, her
head bowed to him, the dildo still protruding from her open mouth, her
pussy on fire.
He stroked her back with his finger and said to her, Your doing very
well slave. Lets see how well you are trained. Take the dildo
out of your mouth. Good. He paused. Now you will beg me. You will
beg me for the opportunity to fuck yourself with the dildo. You will beg
and grovel at my feet to be allowed to masturbate in my presence. You
may proceed.
She didnt know what to say or how to even began. I..I dont know
what to say, she stammered.
Okay, I understand your lack of vocal skills regarding this particular
scenario, but you will learn. Turn around and face away from
me slave. Confused, she worked her way around till her ass was pointed
at her captor.
WHACK!!, WHACK!! She bolted forwards onto her stomach as the pain from
his brutal slaps to her exposed pussy shot straight to
her brain. AAAEEEEiiiEEEE!!!!!, she howled in agony, her breathing
coming hard. She felt him pull her back up from the waist and she tried
to crawl away only to feel the sting of his palm come suddenly into
contact with her ass.
He held onto her until she ceased her struggles, tears streaming down
her face. Dropping her to the ground, once again he
ordered, Ass up, head down, spread those legs bitch! Her cunt was on
fire from his blows and the cream but she numbly followed his orders,
hoping to avoid further abuse.
Now we will try again slave, he continued after composing himself.
Beg before me.
She sobbed and began to the best of her abilities. Please, oh please
Master, let me fuck myself with this dildo. I want to fuck it so
badly
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Subject: NEW STORY - Capture of Kerri (Part 5)
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(Part 5 cont)
What will you do with it?, he pressed on. Give me the details. How
will you turn me on slave?
Looking into his eyes, she pleaded, I-I will fuck myself with it... I
mean I will - I will - uh... while my ass is up in the air like this, I
will
reach around and slowly put the tip of it into my pussy. And then I
will, uh, start to twist it around and around and push it in slowly
till its all the
way in. And then I will pull it out and push it back in, over and over
till I cum. She faltered not knowing how to continue, sure that he was
going
to hit her again.
Hmmm.... a pretty pathetic description and not much of a turn on for
me - but I will let you get away with it this time. Next time you will
have to do much better. Sigh. Okay, get on with it bitch and this had
better be good.
Groping for the dildo that she had dropped in the grass beside her, she
tried as hard as she could to seductively perform in front of
Conrad. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was alone.
She turned the knob of the dildo causing it to vibrate and slowly
reached up between her leg, gliding it along her inner thigh and resting
the tip of it on her clit. It was so sensitive that she had to pull the
dildo
away quickly. Knowing that she wasnt getting off the hook because her
cunt was too sensitive, she slowly tried to sneak up on her clit,
lingering here and there before finally pressing the side of the
vibrating dick upon her enlarged nub. Her thighs shook from the shock
and a
groan of longing escaped her throat.
He watched closely, his hand stroking his rigid member through his
pants. Slowly, she began to insert the dildo into her hole, her
cunt lips wrapping around the shaft. Before it disappeared completely,
she pulled it back out and revisited her clit. Loosing herself to her
lust,
she guided the plastic cock in and out of her cunt, twisting and turning
it every direction. Her breaths came in short gasps as she neared
orgasm. Oblivious to her audience, Kerri gyrated her ass in rhythmic
synchronization to the vibrating rubber rod she propelled in and out of
her heated slit.
Uhhhhhuuuuu...uuuhhhh!!!!, she groaned, falling flat to her belly as
she writhed in orgasmic pleasure. She released the dildo and
it slid out of her pink cunt and onto the grass. She rolled over onto
her back and looked up into the lustful eyes of Conrad.
Very well done slave!, he exclaimed. You were especially exciting
to watch. Did you enjoy masturbating for me slut?, he
queried.
Y-yes Master, she stammered, lying through her teeth but unable to
evade the fact that she had indeed cum of her own will.
Horny after watching his slave fuck herself, Conrad unzipped his pants
and pulled out his long, hard cock. Kerri blanched at the
thought of having to perform again so soon but knew to protest would be
to suffer. He steped up to her and said, Stand up and face me.
She gathered her legs up underneath her and rose, not knowing what to
do with her hands, wanting to hide herself but knowing that
he would disapprove, so she inwardly shrugged and let them drop to her
sides.
He moved up against her, pressed his prick against her soft belly and
looked into her eyes. Its time to go back to the house, he
said to her reaching down and holding her ass cheeks firmly apart. She
shivered at the close proximity of his body to hers, and she had to tell
herself not to bolt.
Your going for a pony ride little girl, he said with a smirk. Hold
on to the back of my neck and do not let go, he instructed her.
Uncertain of what he meant, she obeyed, reaching up and clasping her
fingers together around his strong neck muscles. He then bent down
at the waist and shifted his hands from her ass to the backside of each
thigh, pulling inwards and up till she was in the air. Flexing his biceps
he easily lifted her body upwards till her cunt was hovering over his
flag pole.
Oh my God, she thought to herself, this is going to hurt! Slowly he
lowered her onto his throbbing shaft, literally impaling her, till his
balls rested on the underside of her ass. She groaned in pain as his
cock stretched her vaginal cavity upwards into her stomach. She
wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted some of her body weight off
of his prick, lessening the stabbing pain within her.
Hold on tightly, he advised her. If you should let go while we are
moving, it could prove to be very painful for you. In more ways
than one if you get my drift, he added sternly.
Pressing her breasts against his chest and resting her chin just above
his shoulder, she braced herself. He started off walking
along the trail, holding her just enough to keep her from falling
outwards but relying on his dick to keep her in place. Her calves held
his waist
tightly, barely able to keep up with the light bouncing of his gait,
holding her cunt up and slightly away from the base of his shaft.
Rounding a bend in the trail, Conrad picked up the pace, sweat oozing
from his pours from the exertion. Soon he was jogging
down the trail, bouncing Kerris body roughly up and down onto his cock.
With each stride, she would come upwards a few inches and then let
out a gasp of sudden pain as her pussy slammed all the way down his
shaft. Over and over, once or twice each second her agony would be
repeated. No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep herself
lifted high enough and soon her back ached with the constant strain.
She shut her eyes and willed it to be over with. Worse though was the
shame of her cunt creaming with its continual stimulation
and finding herself drifting, drifting away from the pain and soon
flowing with the lust being bred between her legs.
Without warning, Conrad stopped and threw her onto her back over a
large downed log. Without missing a beat he continued his
pounding into her cunt, pushing her legs up and over his shoulders while
he thrust deeply into her, slapping her wet ass with his thighs. Kerris
back arched and she quivered in ecstasy, whimpering as she came and
squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles for all she was worth. It
was all the prompting Conrad needed. Feeling his balls contract, he
quickly pulled his throbbing dick out of her and showered her belly and
chest with his cum while pumping his slimy cock with a cruel grip.
The mornings exercise was completed and Conrad felt that a lot had
been accomplished. He had effectively forced her to
acknowledge that she must do exactly as he commanded or pay the price.
He was also successful in removing another brick from her wall of
dignity by forcing her to masturbate for him. There were many more
bricks to be removed from that particular wall.
Conrad brought his slave inside and back down into the basement where
he fastened her with a chain from her ankle to a ring in
the floor. He instructed her that he would leave her to thoroughly wash
off the accumulated grim of the morning and that he would return
shortly. Then he walked out of the room.
From the monitoring station located on the other side of the basement,
Conrad sat down and turned on two color monitors which,
after a moment of warming up, displayed the scene inside the bathroom.
The cameras were positioned up above the glare of the lights that
shone on Kerris naked body. She could not see them. The microphones
were extra sensitive so that he could hear everything. Sitting
upright, Conrad reached up and pushed the [RECORD] button on the VCR,
both images being split and recorded side-by-side on the tape.
Since the day before yesterday, he had been filming the whole abduction
and training of his slave. He had eight cameras located
at strategic locations throughout the basement. Each were top of the
line and provided him with a variety of controls to preserve the moment
forever.
Kerri stood there looking out the door and she found herself torn
between trying to escape and scared to try, somehow knowing
that he would find out and punish her. She stood there for a full
minute debating with herself. Finally her desire to run and leave her
nightmare
behind overtook her feelings of being watched. Reaching down to her
bound ankle her fingers ran over the leather and small lock. The lock
was a small keyed Masterlock and was obviously not going to be pried
open. She tried to slip a finger in between the leather cuff and the
inside of her ankle. It was too close fitting to allow that. With both
hands she tried to gain a purchase on the edges of the leather and tried to
tear it. She didnt have a fraction of the strength needed to even bend
the kevlar reinforced leather upwards, much less tear it.
Seeing that she had no hope of freeing herself from the ankle cuff, she
quickly worked her way along the chain, looking for some
sort of break in the oval links. She stopped at the heavy steel ring
embedded in the concrete and gave it a testing pull. Nothing. Panic
began to grip her and she tried to pull harder on the chain. Again,
nothing. Thinking that maybe she could use something from the nearby
assortment of items located about the room, she fully extended her body
to the limit that the chain would allow. It was useless as only the
unyielding concrete of the floor was within her grasp. Standing
directly over the ring, she returned her attention to once again trying
to pull it
free of the floor. With all her might, she pulled and strained, sweat
seeping from her pores, her hands red and chaffed from the chain. Yet, it
would not budge in the very least. Had she known that the stainless
steel expansion bolt holding the ring had a pull strength of 12,500 pounds,
she may have never tried.
Exasperated and demoralized completely, Kerri sat upon the floor, hands
to her face, and cried like a baby. Her sobbing
continued for awhile, curled up with her legs covering her nakedness,
and rocking back and forth with nervousness. Presently she began to
except that she was not going to be able to escape in that fashion and
would just have to wait for the right time. She was smart enough to
reason that her first priority was to protect herself from further
lessons in abuse. With this in mind, she wiped away the last tear and
stood up,
knowing that she must finish what her captor had instructed.
Seeing her taking a shower pleased Conrad. She was responding, if not
from desire, at least from common sense. Satisfied, he
stood and turned the monitors off, but left the VCR running. He would
spend the time that evening editing the tape. Quietly, he ascended the
staircase and exited the basement, leaving Kerri to attend to herself.
It was three very long hours before he returned. Bearing a platter of
food, he walked into the bathroom.
How was your shower slave?, he asked innocently. I brought you some
food if your hungry. He set the platter of fruits, cheeses
and various meats on the side of the vanity table. She sat in a drawn
up position at the base of the shower column, scared to say anything.
Her hair had mostly dried but it was a tangled mess. Conrad walked over
and released her from the ring in the floor, removing the ankle cuff
entirely.
She shivered as he helped her to her feet and motioned for her to stand
still while he selected something appropriate for her to
wear that evening. He browsed through the selection of garments hanging
in a closet nearby before pulling out one he particularly liked. It
was a one piece, all-black, spandex suit that he had purchased for no
particular occasion. There were many others similar to it in his large
stock of clothing for his slave. He knew that variety was important to
keep his interest piqued.
Pulling it off the hanger, he tossed it over to Kerri who barely
managed to catch it in her surprise. Next, he pulled out a pair of black,
high-heeled leather boots. He instructed her to slip the clothing on
and she complied. The spandex fit skin-tight over her perfect form and
accented her curves wonderfully. Her large breasts were molded in every
detail and her legs swept upwards gracefully, sexually, from their
platform six inches off the ground.
Like a gentleman, he escorted her to a seated position in front of the
vanity table and made known of his desire to see her fully
decked-out. He waited patiently while she combed her hair and applied
makeup in just the right proportions. A half hour later she declared
that she was done.
Not quite, he said, walking over to her and guiding her upright.
reaching into a drawer he pulled out a variety of gold chains and
laced them around her neck, waist and right ankle. There, now your
done, he concluded. The gold stood out brilliantly against the sheer
black suit and highlighted her hair nicely.
He retrieved a pair of ankle and wrist cuffs from the nearby foot
locker and approached her. At the sight of the leather cuffs, Kerri
unconsciously took a step backwards away from Conrad and brought her
hands up to fend them off.
Stand Still!, he ordered her. You will not move unless instructed
and you not resist my placing restraints upon you. The
alternative is punishment. Do I make myself clear?
Feebly she answered, Y-yes Master, and stood in place. Walking to
her rear he slipped the ankle cuffs on and locked an 18
chain between them. Then he grabbed her arms and placed the cuffs over
each wrist.
Cinching her wrists up tightly behind her back he said, So my little
slave tried to escape earlier, did she?, just loud enough for her
to hear. Her eyes widened in fear and she instantly knew that she was
about to be punished.
Oh God, no!, she pleaded. Please dont punish me. I didnt try and
escape! I didnt!. She tried to squirm away from his clutch.
Now your lying to me bitch. That counts as double punishment. I hate
lying the worst. He pulled the chain between her wrists
upwards till her arms strained against the force and then locked it off
at the D-ring in her collar.
Ouch!, Kerri yelled. Oh please, please dont hurt me Master! I
will do anything you want. I dont want to escape from you.. She
continued to plead as he pushed her headlong into the main chamber but
he ignored her. He pushed to the side to the second device that he
had secured her to the previous day. NOOOOO!! AAAAiiiiEEEE....!!!!,
she screamed in terror as her memory flooded with images of pain
from the last time she was held on this device. She bucked wildly as he
lifted her body up over the contraption. It took a lot of his strength to
get her stomach laying across the padded bar before he could secure it
with the leather waist belt. The entire time, Kerri wailed in fear and
desperation.
Not wishing to deal with her flailing legs, this time Conrad first ran
a length of chain from the side rails to her already shackled
ankles. Then, when he released the chain from between her ankles, it
was an easy matter of simply pulling her legs apart to the desired
position with the other chains. Deftly, Conrad pushed into place
between her knees a spreader bar which fitted into a leather casing just
above the knee joint on the lower thigh. With that in place he released
her ankles from the chains, allow them to dance freely.
Reaching around to her front, he lashed her neck securely to the U-post
it rested upon. Lastly he unbound her wrists and
reattached them to the side rails, extending them downwards and slightly
forward of her upper body giving her the ability to support her
weight.
Standing in front of Kerri, Conrad looked down into her pleading, teary
eyes and said, Open your mouth.
Eyeing the strange looking rubber ring he had in his hands, she
hesitated a fraction of a second too long. Impatiently Conrad
grabbed her nose and while pinching it shut, he pulled her head up and
pushed her jaw open. She gasped at the violence of the maneuver
and he deftly slipped the bottom of the split ring over her front
bicuspids. Bending the ring downwards, he was then able to force the top
portion of it in between the top row of teeth, forcing her mouth agape.
AAAaaaaaa!!!!!, she rasped in fright. She tried to dislodge the ring
with her tongue but it was wedged in far too tightly.
Pulling his stiff cock from within his pants, Conrad moved it directly
in front of her open mouth. Her eyes bulged as she realized
what he was going to. She wasnt innocent to oral sex, having given
several blow jobs to her boyfriends, but neither was she experienced at
it. She had never taken more than a few inches of cock into her mouth
and the idea of having a guy cum in her mouth sickened her. Her
normal time devoted to pleasing a man orally usually was only for a
minute or two or if she thought that he was going to climax. Today she
would learn a new lesson.
You have the most gorgeous mouth I have ever seen slave, he
commented. So gorgeous in fact, that Im going to fuck it. Have
you ever had a cock down your throat slave?
Nnnggggoooo!!, she responded as best as she could.
Well then, it should be an interesting experience for you. The
hardest part will be learning how to control your gag reflex. Try and
focus on something and breath deeply through your nose. When you feel
your air passage blocked, dont panic. Just hold your breath and
concentrate on the feeling of my cock sliding up and down your
esophagus. I wont take too long before I pull out enough to let you
breath.
Her face was ashen with the fear that was gnawing at her stomach. The
thought of asphyxiating on his penis horrified Kerri and she
shook uncontrollably.
Ill try and give you a warning before I cum so that you can get ready
to swallow. Yes, you will have to swallow it all, every last
drop of my cum. If you do well I will cum deep in your throat so that
you will not taste it, but if you resist I will blow right into your
mouth. This will
be the hardest lesson for you. Next time I might be able to trust you
enough to leave the rubber ring out of your mouth - I dont particularly
care
for having my dick bitten - and you will be able to have a lot more
control. Okay, I guess thats about everything. Enjoy - I know that
I will!
I began by rubbing his shaft up and down her cheeks while he played
with her long hair. She tried to roll her mouth away from him,
but he held her head still and, with one hand, guided his cock into her
mouth a few inches. He felt her tongue make contact with the head of his
dick and then pull back, trying to stay clear of it. He smiled to
himself and pushed further in until he cock rested on top of her tongue.
Use your tongue slave. Make love to my cock, he commanded. But she
would not move her tongue, repulsed by his manhood
forcing its way into her mouth.
He waited but a moment for her to comply and then backed away from her
and briskly walked over towards the nearby wall where
he pulled a two inch wide leather paddle off one of many shelves. He
strode back over to Kerris rear and with both hands, ripped a large
hole in the rear-side of the spandex clothing revealing her smooth ass.
He brought his arm back and let loose with a firm, yet restrained,
spanking.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Her body lurched as far forward as the bonds
permitted and she wailed in her misery. Her ass
cheeks began to turn a crimson red as he laid on a few more strokes of
the paddle. Oh God, please no more!, she thought to herself.
He stopped his punishment and moved back in front of her where he
reinserted his cock into her gasping mouth. This time she
obeyed him and eagerly licked his shaft to the best of her ability. He
pushed further in until he heard her began to gag and let it sit there,
giving her time to adjust. He looked to his side and watched her suck
on his cock in a mirror conveniently positioned nearby. He lifted her
hair out of the way of his view and pushed on in. She bucked beneath
him as he blocked her air passage, and he reminded her gently to hold
her breath. He pushed past her obstructing tongue and felt his cock
enter the back of her throat. He had to stop there for the moment,
relishing the exquisite massage she was unconsciously giving him while
reflexively trying to swallow his cock. He finally entered her
completely, his ball resting on her ruby-red lips, and his hands cupping
the back of her head.
He eyes were almost popping out of her head as she tried so hard to
maintain control and not throw up. She couldnt breath and it
felt as if his cock reached down into her stomach. She nearly passed
out from fear more than lack of oxygen before he finally pulled out
enough for her to snort air in through her nose. He gave her a moment
to catch her breath and then slid his cock back down her oral cavity
once again. This routine was repeated a dozen times till she was able
to predict and adjust for the discomfort in her mouth. She was waiting
for him to cum and thought that surely she would vomit.
Conrad continued to gaze into the mirror reflecting his raping of her
mouth. He would pulled it all the way out and then stare in
fascination as it disappeared completely inside her stretched cheeks.
She was getting the hang of it and soon he found himself rocking back
and forth in a slow, methodical rhythm. This caused her to gag anew
but he didnt stop. He pulled out one last time and let her catch a few
breaths before plunging in for the race down the home stretch. Holding
head firmly with his hands, he fucked her face with fast, hard thrusts,
his balls slapping into her chin with each forward jab. Finally, he
could not hold himself any longer and he felt his cock swell in
anticipation of
the bursting dam. Wishing to fully indoctrinate his slave into oral
sex, he decided on the spot to blow his wad into her open mouth. He pulled
the head of his cock out just till it was inside of her mouth and then
with a mighty grunt, shot his warm jism into her mouth.
Kerri was unable to spit out the creamy, salty substance now forcefully
coating the entire inside of her mouth and nearly gagged.
She watched helplessly as he squeezed his cock tightly, forcing even
more cum out of his shaft and down her throat. She found herself
caught between to thoughts, that of utter disgust and contempt for being
put through this, and another, more sublime thought, of finding herself
actually turned on. She had actually taken his entire cock into her
throat! She had seen women giving head like this in porn movies, but she
thought a lot of it was staged. Now she knew better. The musky smell
of his sperm penetrated her nasal passages and she found herself
commenting on the fact that it didnt actually smell all that bad.
Nothing like what she thought it would be like, and the taste wasnt too
disgusting, was it?
Coming down off his high, Conrad reached down and pulled the rubber
ring from her mouth and instructed her to swallow every
drop of his cum. He did not offer her water to wash it down. She
opened her mouth as if to spit and he cuffed her across the side of the
jaw,
repeating his demands. Scared of continued beatings, she complied and
choked down the slimy mass.
Conrad wasnt done with her though. As soon as Kerri indicated that she
had swallowed his cum, he shoved a ball gag into her
open mouth, cinching it around her head. Reaching over, he punched the
UP button on the devices control panel. He leaned back onto a
bean bag chair which he had placed underneath her body and raised the
platform till her lycra-clad tits swung directly in his face.
Contemplating his next moves, Conrad reached up and massaged her tits
through the fabric, molding the stretch material around her boobs
and tweaking her nipples till they strained upwards against the suit.
He continued his attention towards her breasts for some time, enjoying
her withering and uncontrollable responses to his manipulations.
Eventually, an idea sprung in his head and he laughed to himself at the
simplicity and eroticism of it.
Jumping up, Conrad walked off out of the room and came back with
several items in his hands. Kerris face was to the wall and she
could not see him. If she had, she would have screamed out in terror.
He placed the items behind her on the floor and walked back around to
her front. With his left hand, he located one of her nipples
and pulled the fabric away at that point. Carefully he cut the fabric
with a pair of scissors, making a perfect hole to allow her nipple to poke
through the lycra. He repeated this procedure with the other nipple and
then disappeared behind her.
She tried vainly to look in the mirror to her side to see what was
going on behind her, but the angle was just wrong. Her frustration
level was increasing, both sexually and emotionally, and she knew that
what ever he was about to do to her would bring her pain. Why else
would he gag her?
Suddenly she felt her ankles being forced together, then the familiar
sound of tape being ripped off a roll, and the sensation of
something being wrapped around the boots she was wearing. Around and
around the tape went, till she was certain that there was no way
she was going to pull free.
Then he was standing in front of her, threading a pair of nipple
clamps, attached to white nylon cord, through a ring on the wall. The
cord disappeared behind her back, out of her limited sight, and
terminated at a loop resting on her lower back. A bit further back,
wrapped
securely in place by 2-inch wide strapping tape, was a large red dildo
extending upwards from the backside of her Achilles tendon.
Conrad sat back down in front of her and got comfortable. Now comes
your punishment for trying to escape, bitch. Since you
were acceptable in the way you handled my cock just now, I will go easy
on you, but you still must be punished. He held up the nipple
clamps to her face and saw her eyes bulge in fear. Im sure you
remember these. I thought about using these plus tying your tits up
with the
cord, but like I said, Im going easy on you. His hands disappeared
from her view.
MMPPHHHFF!!!!!!, was all that Kerri could utter. Her head was
strapped down in such a way that she could not see below her
chest and she steeled herself for the first burst of agonizing pain. It
came swiftly, like a shot directly to her nipple and she howled into her
gag
and jerked against her bonds. Again, with the other nipple, and she
nearly threw up into her leather-filled mouth. She felt her nipples
screaming from the continued torture as he tightened the clamps down,
forcing the teeth to nearly puncture her tender nubs.
Tears streamed down her face as she dealt with the pain, absorbing it
and trying to focus on something else. Soon the pain
subsided to the familiar throbbing she had experienced previously and
she was able to breath more normally. A new sensation presented
itself from her rear and for the first time, she noticed that her master
had moved out from underneath her.
She heard it first, a buzzing, knowing that it was probably another
dildo, and then she felt her legs being brought upwards forcefully.
There was the observance of her pussy lips being parted and then a
large shaft being slid into her damp cunt till it bottomed out. Then she
saw the cord running from her tits and through the ring, in front and
above her, tighten. Not so much as to cause any tension on her precious
nipples, but just enough to take the slack out.
Conrad kept her legs pushed upwards to her ass for awhile, letting the
vibrator do its work at inciting her clit. After a minute or two
he saw her visibly tremble and her ass twitch in response to the
stimulation. It was natural for her to become aroused. Given the
choice of
focusing upon the pain in her nipples or the pleasure being generated
between her legs, the brain would inevitably choose the later. But his
objective was to merge the two extremes, forcing her to enjoy her pain.
It was a risk he knew, but he couldnt help himself and knew that she
had already come so far. Why not this?
Im going to let go of your legs now slave. I suggest, before letting
them drop, that you do so very carefully, he warned her.
Placing one hand down underneath her legs to catch them if she should
not heed his advise - after all, he didnt want her to rip her nipples
out -
he slowly let go his grip.
She had heard him, and it didnt take a genius to figure out what he
had rigged, so she remained as still as possible. Another
minute passed and she realized that she was not going to be able to keep
her legs in that position indefinitely, and besides, the constant
vibration inside her cunt was driving her crazy. Ever-so-delicately,
she moved her legs downward a fraction of an inch till the cord became
taunt. The pain to her nubs was there but it wasnt beyond her
threshold. Her thighs began to ache however, and her pussy cried out to be
satisfied. Her body was sending her mind conflicting requests and it
soon became too much for her.
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Subject: NEW STORY - Capture of Kerri (Part 6)
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(Part 6 cont)
She was losing the battle to keep her feet aloft and soon they dropped
a few inches of their own accord. At that very instant
several messages were sent threw neural network. First was the relief
that her thigh muscles enjoyed as they were allowed to stretch, even
for just a brief moment. Second was the instant pain to her tits as
their weight was suspended from her nipples, brought upwards the few
inches her legs had dropped. And lastly, her pussy jumping with the
movement of the dildo within. And at that very moment, when all of these
events were triggered, she screamed, long and hard. It was a scream
mixed with different meanings. A scream of anguish and that of
unbridled lust. It was one of many screams to come as the scene
repeated itself over and over.
Conrad stood there fascinated, stroking his already stiff cock. He
watched her as she dropped her legs only to have her tits swing
upwards, provocatively teasing his senses. He noted that with each
cycle of her self-inflicted torture, her legs would drop further and
further
and then she would slam them upwards with increasing force, burying the
dildo into her wet, pink pussy. Her tits danced wildly at the end of
their leash, like marionettes orchestrated by a mad man. He had no idea
that she could abuse her nipples with such force.
Her wild gyrations brought her to a frenzied state of sexual awareness
and soon Kerri felt wave after wave of orgasmic delight
pass over her sweat covered body. The rough stimulation to her nipples
had actually increased the intensity of her orgasms and she found
herself consciously jerking them upwards as hard as she could muster
without passing out from the pain. Again, she climaxed and cried out
in abandonment.
He couldnt watch any longer without jerking off, which would have been
a complete waste, so he grabbed her ankles and held
them still while he pulled the loop of cord off around the heels. He
quickly strapped her ankles down onto the frame of the device and stood
directly behind her. Adjusting the cord length, he pulled back on it,
lifting her tits high. She moaned. He then slipped the slip knot
around the
base of his cock, just behind his testicles, running the line up and
over the top.
There was little resistance as he slid his thick shaft inside her,
letting her tits drop. She groaned in the realization that the game
was now in his hands and she no longer had control. He pulled back,
feeling the weight of her tits cinch the slip knot tight around his cock.
Holding his cock just inside of her cunt, he reached around with his
hands and felt the curvature of her breasts being pulled upwards. He let
his cock slide in and felt their weight transfer to her hands. He
squeezed them, eliciting a choked yelp from Kerri, and then pulled out
again.
The sensations were incredible and soon he found himself speeding up his
movements, his cock throbbing and expanding with trapped
blood caused by the slip knot. He felt the cord digging into his flesh,
chaffing it raw, but he was beyond caring as he rammed her harder and
faster, her cunt responding in kind.
ArrrrGGGGHHHH........!, he screamed as he came for the second time
that evening. Oh shit!! Oh damn, oh shit!, was all that he
could manage. Spasms ran the length of his draining cock and his balls
contracted as he pressed his cock into her as far as he could. Her
moans increased and she quaked as another orgasm hit her full force.
Her nervous system finally overloaded and her synapses collapsed
in frenzied confusion. Her world spun and she felt herself falling into
a void, losing control over consciousness. Her body grew limp and Kerri
passed out.
G
She awoke the next morning, finding herself locked securely in her
cell, laying upon the bed of straw. She had slept very soundly,
her body being drained of energy over the last two days, and her mouth
felt like cotton. Her muscles ached as she moved to a sitting
position. She instantly noticed the chastity belt firmly attached
around her hips and between her legs, and its accompanying leather and
steel-framed bra locked around her chest.
She needed to pee, she thought to herself, and quickly surveyed the
room outside of her cell for any sign of her master. Alone for
the time being, she thought back to the previous evening - the time of
day she was just guessing at - and pondered on what had happened.
How had he known that she had tried to escape? She mused that for a
moment and came to the correct conclusion that she was being
monitored by some sort of closed-circuit T.V. system. She peered
upwards into the adjoining room looking for the tell-tale sign of a camera,
but the ceiling was just too dark to see much against the contrasting
bright lights of the room below. Suddenly aware that she wasnt really
alone, she realized that she couldnt try to escape just because he
wasnt around.
And what about what he did to her?! He had somehow brainwashed her
into performing for him like a circus animal. Was he using
drugs on her without her knowledge? That thought sent shivers up her
spine and scared her badly. But she didnt feel drugged - did she? It
would explain why she could so brutalize her own body and orgasm during
the experience. Hes turning me into a nymphomaniac!, she
brooded. She looked down in horror as she caught herself unconsciously
trying to get her fingers underneath the chastity belt to satisfy an
itch developing between her legs. She jerked them back up and chastised
herself, telling herself that she was better than him, that she could
control her desires. She was wrong.
The drug that he had used on her wasnt in any liquid form. In fact it
was completely natural and was produced in her very own
body. All Conrad had done was to stimulate her sexual organs enough to
force the production of her sex hormones to increase dramatically.
Her needs increased proportionately as well, and no amount of self
control would keep those hormones from asserting themselves in her
emotions and physical being.
Try as she might, the thought of his manhood entering into her cunt,
banging into her over and over, simply would not shake. She
tried desperately to think of other things - dead fish came to mind -
but always her thoughts came back to the building warmth between her
legs. She groaned in her frustration and need to urinate. Finally she
broke down and cried out.
Hello?, she spoke allowed, and jumped at the sound of her own
voice. Master? Are you there? Hearing no reply, she tried a
little louder. Master? Hello up there!! I need to go to the bathroom
Master! Please! Then she remembered that she was not to speak
unless told to do so, and she shrank back into her cell, hoping that he
did not hear her. Damn, she was going to have to pee inside the
chastity belt if he didnt come down soon. And she was awfully hungry
as well.
Conrad had been awake for some time, attending to the daily chores of
life that he had been unable to get to the last couple of
weeks since starting out on this adventure. Affixed to the kitchen wall
was a speaker which connected directly to a microphone embedded
into the acoustical tile in the ceiling of Kerris tiny cell. At her
first words he stopped what he was doing and listened intently. He was
pleased
that she had used his title properly, and even suffixed her request to
be allowed out to pee with please. The timing was off just a bit, would
have been nice to have another half hour to finish up his work, but that
just came with the territory.
He put away the few items of business he was working on, a fax from a
New York stock broker and a print out of computer related
sales forecasts, and walked over to the entrance to the basement.
Pulling out his key chain, Conrad unlocked the heavy door and swung it
open.
She heard the door open and knew that the timing was too coincidental,
confirming her belief that she was being remotely
monitored. Her mind raced with the fear that she would be punished for
speaking out of turn and she searched for something that she might
do to appease her master. She listened to his footsteps as they
descended the stairwell and rounded the corner. She was fighting back her
desperation, and steeling herself against what she thought was coming
towards her - more pain. His form emerged from around the corner
and he walked up to her cell with a pair of manacles and cuffs in his hands.
Looking up into her masters eyes, she knew quite suddenly exactly what
to do. It was the very thing that he had been trying to get
her to do all along - cooperate and obey him. And she knew that the
thing he liked best was her body. Well okay, damn it, if its sex that he
wants, then its sex that he going to get! She knelt before him and
lowered her head in submission.
Woah!, Conrad said to himself, surprised at her action. He couldnt
believe his eyes. What happened to the defiance that she
exhibited earlier? Had he brought her along so far already? He doubted
the sincerity of her posturing and decided that he would fully test her
before trusting her to more privileges.
Now there is a good slave. Did you sleep well? You may speak to me
this morning freely till I say otherwise, he spoke to her.
Yes, master, she said looking up with a forced smile on her face. I
slept very well thank you. She hesitated a moment. Uh,
Master, may I please be allowed to go to the bathroom. I dont want to
mess the floor by accident.
Yes, it is good of you to inform me when you need to go. If you do
make a mess however, you will be responsible for cleaning it
up.
He unlatched the door to the cell and motioned for her come out. She
followed his lead and marched in front of him towards the
bathroom. Standing behind her, Conrad unlocked her chastity belt and
the bra. He then bent down and attached an ankle cuff above her foot,
running a five foot chain between it and a ring attached to the base of
the toilet.
Make it quick slave. I will return in five minutes. He turned and
marched off to the monitoring station.
She was surprised that he had left her alone to tend to business, and
she knew full well that he might be watching her through the
eye of a camera lens, yet it was easier to relax nevertheless. It
didnt take much thought to realize that, like a pet, she had just been
rewarded
for correctly performing a trick. Well, that was the name of the
games, wasnt it? She could play it if she had to.
Conrad had watched her during the five minutes and was pleased that she
had not tried anything. He figured that she was
probably aware of his monitoring her, but he decided never to actually
admit it. The doubt might be to his benefit.
At the designated time he left the monitoring station and returned to
the bathroom where Kerri was sitting quietly, waiting for him.
Thank you master, she said, forcing another smile. May I clean up
now so that I may be presentable to you?
Why do you want to do this for me? Conrad asked, unlocking the chain
from the ring in the floor. Just hours ago you wanted
nothing more than to escape from me. Why should I believe you?
She got down on her knees to beg of him. Oh master, I am so sorry
that I tried to escape, but I have learned that I cannot. And I
have learned that I mustnt even try. I know now that I must obey you
and serve you as you please. Please forgive me and let me prove
myself to you.
You will have plenty of opportunity to do just that, I guarantee you.
Now I want you take a shower and clean yourself up. He
walked her over to the shower and reattached the chain to another
ring. We will be having breakfast in 30 minutes so be quick about it.
She set about her task diligently, soaping up and rising quickly, and
then he released her to tend to her makeup and hair styling.
She was anticipating that he would pick out some sort of clothing for
her to wear, but instead he clipped a leash to her collar and lead her
stark naked upstairs onto the main floor.
He led her into the breakfast nook and instructed her to get up onto
the table and lay flat on her back and to straddle the backrest
of the chair with her feet. He nudged her body gently into place, with
her a foot in from the edge of the table, and told her to spread her legs
apart and keep her arms to her sides. At no time was she allowed to
move from that position or she would be punished. She understood
completely.
There she lay, completely exposed, and she found herself actually being
turned on by the situation. Smells wafted in from the
kitchen as he cooked breakfast, occasionally looking up to gaze at her
helplessness. She could feel her pussy heat up at the very thought of
what he might do to her in this position. A few minutes later, he began
to set the breakfast foods around her. The smell of the food drove her
crazy with hunger and she hoped that she would be fed soon. He came
back to the table, lifted her leg and sat down in the chair. From a
silver kraft, he poured himself a cup of hot tea and stirred two
teaspoons of sugar into it. Placing the spoon onto the edge of the
plate, he lifted
the cup and saucer up and laid it down upon Kerris stomach.
I suggest that you stay still slave. The tea is quite hot, I assure
you, he commented. Turning his head, he placed his lips onto her
silky smooth thigh, and kissed her gently. A shiver ran through Kerris
body at the light touch and she stared upwards at the crystal chandelier.
Conrad began eating his breakfast, starting with the pastry he had
baked, and soon moved on to his eggs. Halfway through, he picked up
the tea and took a sip, replacing the cup back onto her stomach. Idly,
he reached over with his finger and probed her moistness, slipping
past her outer lips and sinking his middle finger into her wet hole.
She uttered a low moan in response.
I dont ever recall pussy being on the seven food groups list, but Im
sure it will be quite tasty. Do you want me to eat you for
breakfast slave? he asked her.
Oh yes Master, please eat my pussy!, she responded, partly acting the
role of his slave, and partly in true sexual desire. She
clenched her fists in readying herself for his tongue.
Teasing her, he started licking her inner thigh, working his way down
to her wet cunt, and finally hitting the bulls eye. He gave her a
fierce tongue lashing and her ass came off the table to mash her cunt
into his mouth. Doing so, however, tilted the hot cup of tea just enough
to spill a small portion of the liquid onto her belly, burning her
tender skin just enough to get her attention.
Yeow!, she yelped and quickly tried to bring her muscles spasms under
control. Yet, he would not let up with his tongue and soon
she found herself unable to control her hips, feeling an orgasm coming,
ignoring the pain of the hot tea spilling onto her.
Then he pulled away from her, leaving her wanting and her pussy
searching for relief. She moaned in despair as Conrad went
back to eating his breakfast. She wanted so badly to reach down and
touch herself, but her hands were effectively bound with his verbal
command. He took his time eating his food, enjoying watching her squirm
in her frustration. He moved the tea cup off of her stomach not
wanting it to crash to the floor and break. Obviously she was willing
to put up with the hot tea in favor of her sexual release, so it no longer
served any purpose. Finishing a piece of melon, he once again dived
back down between her legs and licked at her swollen clit, sucking it,
pulling it between his teeth and rolling it around his lips. Again he
brought her near climax and then pulled away leaving her gasping and
trembling.
Please Master, please finish me off! she pleaded. Let me cum for
you Master. She was desperate and she needed him to fulfill
her needs. Instead, Conrad instructed her to carefully get up off the
table and to stand against the nearby kitchen counter with her legs spread
wide.
Are you hungry slave, he queried, moving his chair to a position
directly behind her.
Yes Master, but I need to cum - please!
In due course I will allow you to cum, but for now I will feed you,
he countered. Reaching over to the table, he picked up and
wedged shaped slice of cantaloupe and brought it up to her pussy,
slipping it upwards into her. She moaned with the continued stimulation
and tried to grind her cunt into his hand. He soaked the cantaloupe in
her pussy juices and then brought it up for her to eat.
Her first reaction was of disgust, but then she remembered her place
and took the cantaloupe offered her into her mouth. The odor
of her sex was strong on the food but her hunger allowed her to eat it.
He fed her several more pieces of sex coated melon and then retrieved
a banana which he peeled. This he plunged into her awaiting hole and
rammed it in and out of her like a dildo. She squirmed and panted as
she neared orgasm, only to be denied release once again. Bite by bite
she was fed the banana but her attention was entirely on the fire
burning below. She begged him to fuck her but he would not give in to
her whining. While he played with her cunt with one hand, he continued
to feed her with his other, several times having to stop the torment
before she climax. She became so sensitive that he could only touch her
for ten or fifteen seconds at a time before pulling away, denying her an
orgasm.
Finishing up feeding her and washing the food down with a large glass
of sex-tainted orange juice, he stood to clean up the dishes.
As he turned his back on her, to bring the dishes to the dishwasher,
he caught her out of the corner of his eye quickly reaching down with her
hand and fingering herself. He turned on his heels and said coolly,
Caught you.
Blustered she pulled her hand away and put it back onto the counter and
pleaded with him. Oh God, please let me cum Master.
Its burning down there and driving me wild. I cant control myself any
longer. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Or maybe you will let me
please you by masturbating for you. I could do this real sexy like and
then let you have your way with me. Oh, please...
Quiet! he cut her off. Not another word from you slave or you will
be punished. For that matter, you disobeyed me already by
touching yourself. You will have to be punished for that. Dont
compound your punishment by talking to me now.
She let her head drop in shame and frustration as she waited for him to
finish cleaning up the breakfast dishes. She was scared
again and wondered how he was going to punish her this time.
Completing the chore that would soon be hers, Conrad reached down and
massaged the hard on that he had had since the
beginning of breakfast. He too, needed to get off as much as she did.
Again, he reached down between her legs and brought her near
orgasm, sending her into agonizing lust. Moving into the living room, he
pulled off his pants and shorts and knelt down the floor.
Okay slave. If you really need to cum, I will allow you to do so now.
Here are your options. Your first option is this: You can crawl
to me on your hands and knees and fuck my cock of your own will till you
bring me to orgasm. I will allow you to cum as many times as you
wish during that time period. However afterwards you will be punished
for your previous insubordination.
In option number two, you can say no thank you and I will leave you
completely alone for the remainder of the day and night and
will not punish you. However, I will fasten your chastity belt and bra
to you and you will not be allowed to cum for the remainder of the day. I
will let you fester in your frustration if you think you can handle it.
Tossing the options back and forth in her mind, she found herself torn.
Her body screamed for release and yet her mind told her
that she would probably experience horrible pain if she allowed herself
to be punished. Yet, if she opted for the second option, her sexual
frustration would be punishment enough to drive her insane. So it came
down to being sexually satisfied and physically punished with the
probability of continued sexual release, or that of complete frustration
throughout the day and night. She needed to cum, that much she knew.
The lack of knowledge of the form of her punishment was unknown.
Maybe if she pleased him well, her punishment would be light - after all it
wasnt a huge transgression that she committed, was it?
Decidedly she turned her head towards Conrad and said, I would like
to.... I need to... I mean I have to cum Master. Please, may I
fuck you Master?
Im sorry, I didnt understand what you said slave. What do you
want to do? he toyed with her.
Blushing, she said louder, May I Fuck you Master? I would like to
take the first option Master.
And when I am done screwing your brains out and you have cum like you
want, what will I do then?
I-I guess I will be punished by you, she stammered.
Very well then. Crawl to me slave and come fuck my cock.
She turned around and went to her hands and knees, her breasts dangling
underneath her, her nipples pointed upwards like
pencil erasers.
Slowly and sensual, he advised her.
Moving as provocatively as she could, she crawled over the carpet to
where he kneeled. She sized up the situation and realized
that she would have to fuck him doggy style. She positioned herself in
front of him and waited for him to enter her. After a few seconds, she
came to the conclusion that he wasnt going to fuck her and that she had
to do all of the work. Damn, it just reinforced the idea that this was of
her own will. Fine, if that was what it took to satisfy her, than she
would fuck him. Reaching up underneath her, she tried to grab his cock
but he
slapped her hand away.
Huh?! How.., she started by was interrupted by Conrad.
Not with your hands. Use your cunt to grab my cock slave, he instructed.
Frustrated, she moved her hips upwards and tried to lower herself onto
his pole but found it wasnt going to be all that easy. As her
pussy mashed into his cock, it would lay up against his stomach
preventing her from sliding her cunt lips over the head. Again and
again she
tried and finally she got herself into a near squatting position and
carefully lowered herself till his cock was directly beneath her gash.
Then
before his shaft could escape, she impaled herself onto it, sending
instant jolts of ecstasy throughout her body. Five, six strokes up and
down
his fleshy rod and she came with a stomach-wrenching orgasm. Kerri
tossed her head from side to side, and while pounding her contracting
cunt into his groin, she screamed in her lust. Having cum, she
unconsciously tried to pull away from Conrad to cease the stimulation to
her clit.
Anticipating Kerris action, Conrad followed her retreating rear in an
arc straight to the floor, his cock fully embedded into her
convulsing pussy. Pinning her on the carpet, he relentlessly pounded
her soaking snatch with full, deep strokes of his manhood. She cried
out as she climaxed once again and clawed the floor with her
outstretched hands, trying to get out from underneath his ravages. In
response,
Conrad grabbed her shoulders and pulled them towards him, while at the
same time he pushed her ass up with his stiffness, bringing her to a
head-down, rear-up position. He continued to fuck her with abandonment
and sheer animalistic lust. Again she came and nearly passed out
from the intensity. Soon afterwards, Conrad felt his cock bulge and his
sperm explode into her well-stretched cavity. He let out a mighty howl
of pleasure and rammed his cock in as far as he could push it, forcing
her back onto the carpet, his entire weight focused on driving his cock
into her cunt. Wave after wave of jism issued forth into her belly,
till finally his orgasm subsided and he collapsed atop her withering form.
Kerri stifled a cry of shame as she realized that she had confirmed her
suspicion that she had turned into a textbook nympho. She
had never in her wildest dreams thought that she could have been as
sexually fulfilled as she had been over the last few days. Three days,
she cringed, its only been three fucking days and Im already addicted
to the sex. Sex was a very potent drug indeed, and three days of
continuous stimulation was about as much as anyone could have endured
before becoming addicted. Kerri shivered at the thought of being
controlled by her physical addiction to sex.
Presently, Conrad pushed himself off of her and pulled up his pants.
He smiled down at her and told her to get up and follow him
outside. To the rear of the house there was a large cedar deck, covered
with red and yellow leaves from a nearby maple tree. Off to one
side was a six person spa which Conrad removed the cover from and turned
on the heat and jets.
He pointed to a door in a nearby cabana and said, In there you will
find a variety of swimsuits. Pick out one that you like and join
me here in fifteen minutes. And by the way, its time that you shaved
your legs and the such. You will find all of the necessary equipment
inside. He paused, rubbing his chin in thought. And while your at
it, I want you to shave your pussy clean as well. Leave only a small patch
just above your slit. Everything else I want gone. Can you manage this
without my supervision?
She nodded her understanding and opened the door to the cabana and
walked in. Along one side of the room a bench ran the
length of the wall. Above it was a rail of hooks which contained a
mired of swimsuits. She looked over each one of the suits trying to
determine which one would cover the most skin but soon realized that
they were all pretty skimpy except for one. It was a typical one-piece
suit that would have covered her well, but holding it in her hand, she
thought about what his reaction would be towards it. The answer was
obvious and for a second she wondered if he had planted it there as a
test. Well, she wasnt going to fail this test. Searching through the
slew
of swimsuits, she came across a sexy, yellow, one-piece string bikini.
The only thing that made this swim suit a one-piece was that several
strings connected the upper half to the sides of the bottom half. It
sported a collar which was in turn connected via six thin strings to the
top of
the cups, the only support that kept the top in place. The rear was
completely exposed save the strings that ran between her legs to a small
patch of cloth which barely covered her pubic mound.
There were also several pairs of high heel shoes located directly
underneath the bench. She selected a yellow pair and set them
aside while she tended to the business of shaving herself. She found
a womens bic safety razor and shaving gel beside the shower.
Turning on the shower, she applied the gel to her pussy and got to work.
It certainly wasnt the first time that she had shaved her pubic hair
off,
and in fact if it wasnt for the Playboy shoots, she probably would have
kept herself clean shaven as it was easier to maintain her hygiene. At
least this wasnt a shock. She quickly shaved her pussy, legs and
underarms, and then slipped on the swim suit and high heels.
Turning around in front of a full length mirror, Kerri knew that he
would like this choice. Any man would kill for a chance to see me
like this, she thought. She thought that she looked extremely sexy
today. Maybe it was because of the constant attention towards her sexual
desires. She recalled similar feelings when she was surrounded by the
photo crew during her Playboy sessions, but those feelings were
always tempered in the secure knowledge that her displays were always
left at the studio and never elaborated into actual acts of sex.
Today was different. Todays flaunting of her body would get her more
than open-mouthed stares from the stage crew. Today it
would be enticing a man into possibly fucking her completely, in every
way imaginable, and making her cum with such intensity as she had
never experienced before. For the first time, she realized just how
much power she actually had in this slave-master relationship and she
knew that she had to carefully develop her skills.
With new purpose, Kerri opened the door of the cabana and strutted like
a proud peacock outside to the approving gaze of her
master. But something was wrong with his expression. Looking over to
the spa, she noted that a new fixture had been affixed to the deck
during her absence. It took her only a moment to recognize it as a
classic set of stocks, right from the history pages during the
witch-hunting
era of Salem. Her proud stance lost way to the sudden desire to flee,
but he already held her wrist firmly.
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Conrad escorted her over to the stocks without a word spoken and raised
the heavy wooden gate upwards. Kerri got the idea, with
a gentle shove to her back, and bent downwards over the bottom rail.
Conrad aligned her neck and arms into their respective holes and
swung down the gate, locking her into place. Her head and hands stuck
out the other side of the wooden planking and couldnt move but a
fraction of an inch, the diameter of the holes being cut to proper size
that early morning. The wood blocked her view to the rear and all she
could see was the side of the house and thick woods beyond. The only
thing keeping her from complete terror was the knowledge that he
had not yet permanently disfigured her in any way and she believed that
he cherished her body enough to keep it that way. She surmised
that this was the punishment she had agreed to earlier. Hes not
wasting any time!
Conrad knelt down and slipped her ankles into a pair of leather cuffs
which he attached to the deck with a length of heavy leather
binding. He kept her legs spread for accessibility. Lastly, he laced a
wide leather corset around her waist and tied a rope from the rear of it,
upwards to an extended post atop the stocks. He pulled it tightly
upwards, taking a substantial amount of her weight off her feet.
He disappeared from view for awhile and then returned with a ball gag
which he placed into her mouth. He doesnt want me to
scream and attract attention. Oh God, hes going to hurt me again!, she
agonized to herself. Again he disappeared and reappeared with a
metal box about the size of a car battery and covered with various dials
and buttons, and a canvas bag. He set the box down near the house
and extended from it an electrical cord which he plugged into a wall
outlet. From the bag, he pulled out a long, thick, black cable. At the
one
end there was attached a large adapter which he plugged into the side of
the box. The other end was split into five separate smaller cables,
each capped with a threaded adapter. Conrad uncoiled the cables and ran
them over to the base of the stocks.
Kerris eyes went wide with fear as she grasped at the concept of what
he was doing. Hes going to electrocute me, she thought
and then screamed a muffled, NNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!, into her gag
Seeing her comprehension, Conrad stood in front of her and stroked her
hair with compassion. Im really sorry that I must do this
to you slave, he said to her, wiping away the tears forming in her
eyes, but you have agreed to your punishment already. If it makes you
feel
any better, I will not apply any more voltage that I know that you can
handle. You have been very good since you last transgression and I am
sympathetic to you. Gesturing to the stocks, he continued, No you
know why I had to place you into these stocks. Its wood and doesnt
conduct electricity. I couldnt use the other restraining devices
downstairs because the electricity would ground out on them.
She pleaded with her eyes as best as she could, but she knew that it
was hopeless. She believed him that he wouldnt give her
more than she could take, but mostly she feared the unknown. The
closest she had ever come to being shocked by electricity was once,
while a young child, she had placed both contacts of a 9-volt radio
battery onto her wet tongue. The resulting shock was not all that
great, but
neither did she like the burning-like tingling sensation that she
experienced. She could only imagine the amplification of that effect
when using
115 household current!
Such a lovely swim suit you selected, he commented as he parted the
top to reveal her pendulous breasts. I hope that
afterwards you will take the time to model it for me again. He
couldnt believe that he was already getting hard again at the sight of her
helpless figure. The swim suit added just the right touch to complete
the picture. Reaching back into the bag, he pulled out several
attachments. Holding each in front of Kerri, he explained their use.
This device is a remote control to the box you see over there. With
it I can set the current, voltage and duration of each shock, all
the way from a fraction of a second to continuous. It also has controls
for automatically varying the shock to one of several preselected
patterns already stored in the main component. He screwed the remote
onto the end of one of the five cables and clipped it into the waistline
of his shorts. Now these are probably self-explanatory, he
continued. This metal dildo goes into your cunt and this smaller one
goes into
your ass. I can strap them into place with a leather belt if necessary.
And these things clamp onto your nipples, but if needed, they can also
clamp onto your pussy lips, clit, or anywhere else that I may wish.
Scared to death, she watched him disappear behind her and waited for
the pain she knew would be forthcoming. She felt him grab
her breasts and gently massage them, paying particular attention to her
nipples. She knew he wanted them extended - easier to clamp the
electrodes to her - and she hated her body for complying to his wishes.
She bit into the ball gag as he clamped the metal pinchers over each
nipple, but was somewhat relieved that they were not toothed, nor did he
clamp them down too tightly. In comparison to the version that he
had used on her before, these barely enticed a gasp from her.
Standing behind her Conrad pulled aside the flimsy material of the swim
suit and grabbed the metal dildo by the non-conductive
handle. He applied a layer of K-Y jelly to the probe and also to her
cunt, sliding his fingers in to fully lubricate her tunnel. He slid the
side of
probe against the outside of her snatch.
You know why you are here dont you? Just in case you cant remember,
I will refresh your memory. It is because you disobeyed
me earlier and touched your cunt against me direct instruction not to.
Why? Did you plan of fingering yourself off? Did you think you could
cum without me? He slipped the dildo into her pussy. From now on, I
want you to associate your non-compliance with the pain you feel will
today. These probes represent your stray fingers.
Burying the probe to the hilt, Conrad reached down and punched a button
on the remote. A single, quarter second pulse of
electricity surged through the cable and exited the metal walls of the
probe. It all happened so fast that her nervous system barely had time to
react. Upon exiting the probe, electrons moving at light speed, shot
through the muscles of her pussy. Under normal circumstances these
muscles would contract or expand accordingly to a very low
electro-chemical stimulus provided by the nervous system. The amperage and
voltage that came through the metal dildo was far more than her muscles
had been subjected to and the result was instantaneous contraction
- as hard as her muscle fibers could generate. The effect was mostly
localized to the area directly in contact with the probe, but it was enough
to make her thigh muscles jump uncontrollably, jerking her ass upright.
The second effect, after her muscles could no longer contract any
longer, was that of burning pain. The voltage was low enough to prevent
any cell damage, yet it was enough to provide her pain centers with
the allusion of burning pain.
She screamed into her gag at that first of several jolts to come. It
was short enough of a shock that she was able to recover quickly
and her breathing eased. She felt the dildo slide out of her pussy and
the tip of it rest upon her clit. AAEEEiiiiiii.....!!!!
NNNNGGGGGGG....!!!,
she screamed. WHAM!! The next jolt hit her right on her
ever-so-sensitive clitoris and nearly threw her off her feet. She
snorted through her
nose and cursed herself for her previous decision to accept her punishment.
This device is quite something else, Conrad said as if giving a
lecture in front of a college class. It has several unique features
to control the recipients muscle contractions. Now that you know what
it feels like, let me show you what I mean. He punched a couple of
numbers into the remote, slipped the dildo back into her pussy, and then
hit another button, activating the first program.
She felt a light tingle building in her nipples, spreading across her
breasts, first on the surface, and then deeper into the flesh. It
was an incredible sensation, feeling like a thousand fingers were
massaging her breasts. It continued for another minute or so and then she
felt the same tingling feeling began at her labia major, working its
way to her clitoris and into her vagina. She couldnt believe the
contrast to
the pain she had felt from the previous shocks as compared to the
pleasurable sensations she was experiencing now. She felt her body
responding to the stimulation and soon she was moaning in her new-found
pleasure.
Conrad was pleased as he watched her body react positively to the
electric treatment. With this device, he could stimulate her
organs for lengthy periods of time without physical damage. That would
be something he might use on her at a later date.
The charge to the metal dildo changed from a steady low current, to a
continuous 1/20 of a second pulse rhythm, meaning that the
current was applied for 1/20 of a second and then turned off for an
equal measure. In addition, the current was increased minutely causing
her muscles to contract in synchronization with the electric pulse. The
resulting effect was not unlike that of a vibrator being applied
directly to
every muscle fiber in pussy. Kerris moans increased with the
heightened stimulation and she unconsciously tried to grind her hips
into the
buried shaft of the probe.
Conrad spoke, Feels good does it? Like I said, this device is
incredible. It can be adjusted to give extraordinary pleasure, or it
can be used to give just as equally extraordinary punishment. He
touched a button on the control, sending a surge of electricity through the
contacts.
The jolt hit Kerri like a sledgehammer, sending her legs straight out
and raising the hair on her head. She would have fallen down
was it not for the belt secured around her waist. Her every muscle
contracted to the point where she could not even scream in her agony. Her
tits felt as if they were going to explode outwards and her pussy felt
as if it was on fire. It continued for what seems like an eternity and
then
suddenly stopped.
Her entire body went limp and she nearly passed out. It was like
nothing she had ever dreamed possible. It was horrifying and
excruciatingly painful, and she knew that she could not take another
shock. She began to cry uncontrollably, praying for deliverance.
Conrad moved forward, letting the electric dildo slid out of her pussy,
and removed the ball gag from her mouth. She gasped and
choked on her tears.
That was for disobeying me. I hope you have learned a lesson here.
Your so close to understanding. Tell me - will you obey me
from here on out? he queried her.
Y-yes Master, she gasped. I will obey you. I promise. Please
dont hurt me again master... Her eyes sank to the ground in
despair.
I dont believe you for a moment of course, but it is what I expect
you to say, so you have passed this test. Now as a reward, I will
let you masturbate with this setup.
Slipping the dildo back into her cunt, Conrad reinitiated the previous
program. It was several minuets before Kerri responded to
the stimulation, but she was unable to fight it, and she did not
necessarily try very hard either especially since she was fairly sure
that he would
not hurt her any further - this time. As the electricity flowed through
her tits and cunt, she relaxed and let herself enjoy the sensations.
Presently
the thousands of invisible fingers brought her to an earth-shattering
orgasm, doubly intensified by the relentlessness of the stimulation. There
was no letting up and the messages her clit received from her brain to
pull away and hide, were overpowered by the electrical impulses from
the probe, forcing it to stay erect. Her single orgasm continued,
growing in force and her stomach muscles ached in continuous convulsions.
Her entire body shook and she was barely able to breath. Finally the
orgasm subsided only to be upstage by another, even more savage
climax.
P-p-p-p-lease....s-s-s-top!, she inaudibly pleaded, her eyes closed
and her body wet with sweat.
Maintaining a raging hard on at this point, Conrad needed to relieve
himself soon. Finally he turned off the power to the metal dildo
and pulled it free from her. Her muscles still trembled as he pulled
down his shorts and moved up behind her. She wasnt expecting his cock
and when it rubbed up against her very tender clit, she jumped at the
encounter. Still less expectant was the complete stimulation of her inner
vagina as his stiff flesh slid in and out of her. She cried in
frustration as her body shook with another intense orgasm. Her pussy
muscles
involuntarily flexed and squeezed Conrads engorged cock, bringing him
towards the edge. Conrad reached underneath and held her
breasts in the cup of his hands, careful not to dislodge the clips
attached to her nipples. Holding her, he could feel the tickle of the
current
running through his hands and up his wrists. Kerri was succumbing to
her fourth orgasm in as many minutes when Conrad dropped over the
edge with his own powerful climax, sending streams of milky-white cum
into her belly.
Conrad pulled out of her and leaned up against the decks railing,
catching his breath and thinking how odd it looked to see his
cum dribbling out of her pink slit and down her inner thigh. He
pondered what he was going to do with her next. Practically the only
thing that
he had not performed on her yet, was anal sex. Soon he would be able to
allow her to render fellatio to his dick without the aid of the rubber
ring inserted into her mouth. But she was quickly getting into the
swing of the circumstances and her punishments were going to be far and few
between, her surmised. Actually, it was a shame, as he found that
breaking her was the most exciting part of the whole experience. Three
days, and she was already succumbing to his every whim. He knew it was
mostly out of fear of being hurt - and the sex wasnt all that bad
either - but her quick acceptance of the situation was putting a damper
on the planning he had performed prior to his abduction of Kerri.
Conrad didnt really see himself as hurting her for no purpose. But he
had to admit to himself, that when she cried and squirmed in
pain, it turned him on. Also it turned him on when he could inflict
sexual punishment onto her, such as forcing her to orgasm over and over
until
she nearly fainted, or the opposite, denying her sexual relief for
extended periods. The most predominate turn on thus far, had been the ego
boost that he had received when he discovered that Kerri, the girl of
his dreams and Playboy centerfold, could not resist climaxing for him.
That he was able to bring this most desirable woman to orgasm over and
over again, was the most exciting and rewarding event of this
abduction.
Kerri was moaning again, the electricity still stimulating her tender
nipples, sending shots of pleasure straight to her clit. Conrad
smiled as he realized that she was about to cum again.
What was he gong to do? All of those toys that he had built or
purchased through seedy organizations in order to punish a slave
are nearly useless if the slave doesnt fight back. Again the thought
of simply hurting her for the simple sake of turning him on crossed his
mind, but he had better plans for her. After all, it was his initial
intention to make her his willing, if not loving, slave, and to hurt her
for no reason
would be counter-productive.
Then a thought crossed his mind and he grinned. Yes, of course. Why
not? he mused. Stepping around to Kerris grimacing face
- she was climaxing once more - he stooped down and said to her, I have
some good news slave. I think that a change of plans is in order.
You have come along so well in such a short period of time, that I
think its time to find you a companion!
The look on her face told him that she hadnt heard a thing he had
said. She was still reeling from her orgasm and didnt grasp the
meaning of his words. Satisfied with his new plans, Conrad wondered
what he should do with Kerri in the meantime. Pondering the question,
he snapped his fingers, walked behind her, slipped the metal dildo back
into her cunt and slipped a thinner probe into her rectum. These he
lashed into place with a leather belt and buckled it into place around
her waist.
NOOOOOooooo.......!!!!!, she wailed, pleading for him not to put her
through this extended torture. Already her stomach muscles
were badly aching from the multiple orgasms. Conrad looked at her for a
second as if debating to head her pleas, shrugged his shoulders,
and pressed the appropriate button on the remote. Simultaneously, her
cunt and bowels received the same massaging electric current,
sending her into almost instant orgasm. Turning on his heel, Conrad
walked back into the house to formulate his next abduction, leaving Kerri
to wither and pant in sexual abandonment.
With the abduction of Kerri, Conrad had learned much in the art of
surveillance, method and selection of location for a safer
kidnapping. First he needed a target, preferably a natural blonde,
pretty, young and large chested. He liked tall, thin, but not too thin,
women
with long legs, and fortunately there were many thousands of women that
match that description. He thought about snatching a whore, but he
wanted to start out with a clean slate, wanted someone that wasnt
initiated into self humiliation, someone who had dignity and self worth,
someone whom he could forcibly rip away those qualities.
Conrad sat at his table in the den and looked out the window at his
naked slave still struggling against the relentless stimulation of
the probes. He knew very well that he could not find someone as
beautiful as her, but it didnt matter. The woman he abducted next
would be
used in a manner that he would never expose Kerri to. Conrad smiled at
her and stood to release his slave from her torture.
G
In the several months that followed her abduction, Kerri had learned
how to serve her master in every way, sexually and as a
house maid. Daily, he tended to her sexual desires, sometimes with
loving caresses, other times with brutal subjection to pain when she
displeased him. She found herself drawn to this man who had seized her
from her previous life and couldnt help but fall in love with the
complete attention that he had given her. She knew her role and always
knew exactly where she stood with Conrad. For one thing, he had
never told her a single lie and was always up front with his needs and
desires as well. Life was actually pretty good for Kerri. She was
allowed to pursue her interest in painting and gardening, and he kept
her in top physical shape with daily exercises. Even her cooking had
improved significantly since he had given over all the household chores
to her a month after being brought to his mountain hide-away.
Still, the urge to run occasionally cropped up and as comfortable as
she was, she still could not sometimes find herself hating him
for not allowing her the choice to stay or leave. She knew it was about
control. If he gave her the choice, she would no longer be his slave,
nor he her master. She thought she might choose to stay, but even she
knew that wouldnt work. It was stupid to think along these thoughts as
she knew he wasnt about to give her the choice. And fear still played
a large part in her containment. Twice she had been caught trying to
escape and both times she had been punished severely, once with the
electric probe and once by tying her tits up and clamping her nipples
to the wall while he whipped her bare ass. Both times she came away
from the experience hurt and angered at herself for even trying. Both
times, he forced her to orgasm over and over till she couldnt stand any
longer.
During the days, Conrad would work diligently on his computer
accumulating his lucrative income electronically. Once a week he
would lock Kerri into her cell, completely bind her limbs, chain her to
the floor and gag her mouth while he drove into down for supplies. This
would often take four or five hours and by the time he got back Kerri
was quite sore from her inflexible position. Most of the time she was
allowed to roam freely throughout the large home, making sure her duties
were complete, and then tasked with keeping herself as sexually
attractive as possible. It was her job to learn what Conrad liked and
how to please him to the best of her capabilities. Often, this entailed
dressing provocatively and posing for his enjoyment. Other times, it
meant begging like an animal to be allowed to fuck him. Then there
were the unexpected rapes that would knock the breath out of her when
she least expected it.
And they talked. They talked quite a bit and discovered a lot about
each other. She was initially shocked when she found out that
he had purposely stalked her for years before finally acting on his
feelings. He showed her his collection of photos, videos and other
memorabilia staring hers truly. Although one might think that getting
so personal with each other would promote his sensitivity towards her
situation, allowing her to regain her freedom, the intimacy actually fed
the opposite feeling in Conrad, making his stance towards mastering
her even more strengthened.
It was a crisp January morning and he had Kerri kneeling on the master
bed posing with her hands to her head. He was running his
hands along the curves of her exposed breasts and obviously in deep
thought. Presently he moved to her side and spoke to her.
Kerri, he began causing her to sit up straighter. It had been ages
since she had heard her name and she knew something was
about to come down. Yes, I used your name on purpose. Its a
beautiful name and Ill start using it unless you anger me, and then
its back to
slave again. He paused to let her acknowledge.
Thank you master! Its nice to hear my name again. Im so happy that
you like it., she said cheerfully.
Yes, well anyway, I have another subject to discuss with you briefly.
You may recall long ago when I mentioned about getting you
a companion. She nodded her head.
Good, well Ive located her and Ill be leaving in an hour to escort
her home.
Uhh..., she started but her thoughts were running wild with visions
of him abducting another innocent woman. Y-youre going to
kidnap someone? she asked already scared that she posed the question,
unconsciously dropping her arms to her side.
He looked at her sternly for a second and responded. What do you
think? he said curtly. Yes, your correct. Im going to kidnap
another woman and bring her here to break just like I have done with
you. And the best part is that your going to help me do it.
She looked at him in complete horror. It wasnt that she was shocked
about him abducting another woman, that side of him she
had already known, but his suggestion that she would be helping panicked
her.
H-how? What do you mean I will be helping you, she queried.
I mean that you will help me torture her and break her will to resist.
I mean I will use you in any way I see fit to accomplish this.
Understand?
Yes Master, she answered automatically. Her mind reeled with this
new information. Three thoughts repeatedly crossed her
mind, concern for the unknown woman, anticipation of female
companionship, and a gnawing feeling that she was going to lose Conrads
attention. The last thought upset her and she inwardly felt a twinge of
jealousy blossoming.
He left Kerri locked in her cell and drove a recently purchased
nondescript panel van two hours towards the city of Bellingham
where last month he had spotted his prey at the local college. Again,
he decided that colleges were the best place to find what he was
looking for. She was a tall, buxom blonde and her name was Tiffany. He
had made the prerequisite investigations into her personal life to
find out that she lived alone in a small one-bedroom apartment on the
outskirts of town and maintained only loose connections with her family.
Her disappearance would be discovered much quicker than Kerris was -
it took nearly two months before a kidnapping statement was
issued by the FBI - but he didnt really care. All he cared about was
leaving not a single clue for anyone to follow. In this matter he was
exceptionally careful.
He waited for her at the established time for her to arrive home from a
late night at the towns local pick-up bar. The van was
parked just on the other side of a ten foot high brick wall and Conrad
stood at a bend in the wall. She would park her car in a nearby lot and
take a walk way leading down a dimly lit alley towards her apartment.
It wasnt a shabby area, it was just dimly lit with a bit of help from
Conrads .22 caliber air pistol.
His wait lasted only ten minutes and he saw her 87 blue, Ford Mustang
convertible pull over the curb and shimmy into a narrow
parking space. He was careful to stay in the shadows as he watched her
open the door and step out, mindful to set the car alarm after she
locked the door. She sauntered off in the direction of her apartment
with a smile on her face and her purse tucked underneath her arm. She
was appropriately dressed for a night out on the town, her hair done up,
wearing a provocative dress and sporting high heels and silk
stockings.
At the last safe moment, Conrad ducked back around the wall and waiting
for his quarry to come to him. She noticed that the street
light normally brightly lighting the alley way was out, and for a moment
considered walking around the long way, not because she was afraid
of being vulnerable in the dark, but because she didnt want to step on
anything in her new shoes. But she was tired and she knew the
shortcut pretty well. She would just be careful. Rounding the corner
of the brick wall, Tiffanys attention was diverted to the white van parked
with the rear doors wide open. She hesitated for a moment, looking for
the owner and something inside of her began to tug at her
consciousness, telling her to leave quickly and quietly.
As she swung around to leave she never saw the figure attached to the
hand that grabbed her around the neck, pulling her
backwards till she was staring straight up at the star-lit sky. She
opened her mouth to scream in terror but instead gagged as something
forced its way between her jaws, effectively silencing her. She felt a
pin prick in her right buttock and in the shock of the event allowed
herself
to be dragged backwards to the open van. Very quickly the drug began to
take effect and she was unable to resist as Conrad picked her up
and laid her down on the floor of the van. Her eyelids were heavy with
drowsiness as she watched him cuff her wrists and ankles and chain
them to rings on the floor. Her last memory before slipping away was
wondering if she had left water down for the cat.
It was a quick and silent abduction, taking no more than thirty seconds
from the moment he grabbed her to the time the van was
moving out onto the deserted street and carefully making its way back
to the freeway. Tiffany was fast asleep in the back and Conrad
listened to a selection of classical music to calm his nerves on the
drive back home. There was no cruise control on the van and it took every
bit of self control he had to keep the speedometer needle at the posted
speed limit and not a mile faster.
Finally the van bounded down the dirt road up to his home and came to a
stop at the entrance to the front door. Conrad jumped out
of the van and went to the rear of it to open the doors. Flipping on an
overhead light, he jumped up and knelt beside her bound form looking
for signs to see if she was coming around. Her breathing was steady and
her pulse even. That was a good sign and meant that she would
be coming around soon.
Unlocking the four chains leading from the rings in the floor, Conrad
dragged her limp body out of the van and hoisted her upon his
shoulder, carrying her into the house and carefully down the steps into
the basement. She was beginning to rouse and he wanted to be sure
to have her in place before she came around.
Leaning against one wall there was a twelve foot long, three foot wide,
padded leather board. The board sported many leather
straps which could isolated and immobilize each body part in many
different positions. The head of the board rested on steel pins attached
to a rail which ran vertically along the wall, allowing the board to be
adjusted to which ever height was desired. It was near horizontal at the
moment to facilitate strapping down Conrads new catch.
Gently, Conrad laid her now-restless form onto the board, face up. He
adjusted her position so that her bare feet would rest
comfortably on the ledge at the foot of the board, and then he began
strapping her ankles tightly to the edge of the board. He then moved
upwards and strapped her hands snugly above her head so that she would
not be able to thrash too much. Lastly, he placed a two inch wide
strap of leather across her naked neck and buckled it closed, forcing
her head to stay put on the board.
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Subject: NEW STORY - Caputre of Kerri (part 8)
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(Part 8 cont)
Racing time, Conrad went about changing into his dungeon master outfit,
complete with hood and chainmail. Then he went to Kerri,
instructing her not to say a word, and released her from her cell. He
handed her an outfit consisting of a chainmail top, connecting to her
collar, and a chainmail bikini bottom. He had her put on a pair of
black stilettos specially designed to lock onto her ankles with a leather
strap. He fastened wrist cuffs to her and fastened her to a ring on the
floor, running a chain between the ring on the floor and a ring located on
the inside of the leather stilettos. Lastly, he placed a soft ball gag
into her mouth and locked the strap behind her head.
Kerri knew that these actions had to have something to do with the
woman that she assumed he had successfully abducted, and
knowing this, she was quite nervous as to what his intentions were.
When he turned and left the room, she tried to calm her nerves down by
breathing deeply and sitting down on her heels. The pit in her stomach
grew.
Tiffany began to stir, her mind restoring itself to consciousness, and
soon her eyelids fluttered open. At first all she could make out
was a gray haze, but soon she found herself staring upwards towards a
black ceiling covered with all sorts of pipes and various devices that
she could not fathom the use of. She tried to lift her head but
something resisted her attempt. She tried a bit harder with no success and
decided to try to move her arm instead. Upon discovering her inability
to move any of her limbs, the truth began dawning on her and panic
started welling up inside.
Mmmgggfffff....., she tried to talk but was cut off the ball gag in
her mouth. MMMMGGGGGGGFFFFFFFF....!!!!!, she cried
desperately realizing that she was gagged.
Then she saw a body standing over her, a hooded form wearing black
leather and chain clothing reminding her of some hideous
17th century executioner. She screamed in terror and fought her bonds
with all her strength. Finally exhausted with her efforts, and cognizant
that she was unable to free herself, she gave up and went limp. Then
the tears started in hopeless despair, leaving streaks of makeup down
her cheeks.
Conrad went to the head of the board and lifted it upwards, locking it
into a position just off the vertical. Her heaving subsided and
she rolled her head to see what her captor was doing. His attention was
focused on her and he spoke with and even, neutral voice.
Good morning. Youre probably asking yourself what is going on. Ill
try and make this as simple and short as possible. Several
hours ago I abducted you from the alleyway in front of your apartment.
I have taken you a considerable distance from there and brought you
here to my home. He gestured to the surroundings. My plans are
simple, yet will demand a great deal from you. I have brought you here to
serve as my slave. Her eyes widened at his statement. My ultimate
goal is to have you serve me in every way, servitude, emotionally,
physically, and yes, sexually.
The last sent her into a fit of renewed attempts to break free.
Conrad paused a second. Fighting those straps wont do you a bit of
good. They have a breaking strength of nearly 2000
pounds. You will just chaff your skin is all. She ceased her
struggling and the tears began to flow again. Anyway, as I was saying,
I will be
teaching you how to serve me properly. The lessons are easy ones to
learn, really, but if you fight them I will punish you. To quell your
desire
to escape, you are located many miles deep in the mountains, well away
from any other persons. This dungeon, as one might call it,
employs every security measure possible. You cannot escape and if you
are caught attempting to do so, you will be punished severely. In a
nutshell, your entire focus in life will be to please me. Your past is
history. All that matters is here and now. From this point forward,
until I say
otherwise, you shall be called slave, or slut, or bitch, or whatever
name that I deem appropriate. Also, when your gag is removed, you are
never to utter a single word without prior approval from myself. This
is very important and you should always remember it.
She couldnt believe her ears. She was in a state of shock as he
revealed his plans to her, and the implications of those plans had
not sunk in yet. In her mind, the only thing that mattered was escaping
alive- at any cost.
You are not alone here slave. There is another woman that I have
taken as mine. She has not been here long, yet she has
learned how to please me, and in doing so, she has learned to be happy
with herself. I love his woman greatly and I strive to please her as a
master should. I will introduce you to her now, but I fear that your
presence will cause her to rebel, her old nature will try to surface
again, and I
will have to beat it back into submission. It will take some time, but
soon she will be helping me train you to become a good slave.
Conrad turned on his heel and walked back to the other room. When
Kerri saw him she stood automatically with her head bowed.
He knelt down and unlocked the chain at her ankle and attached a leash
to the front of her collar. She was shaking. Conrad led her into the
other room and over near where Tiffany lay.
Upon seeing the other woman bound to the board, Kerri nearly froze in
place and had to be gently urged onwards. When she saw
the bound females eyes sweeping up and down her chain-clad body in
disgust and fear, Kerris modesty surged and she found herself
covering her breasts and pubic mound with her hands. Kerri turned red
with embarrassment and looked away from the womans scornful
eyes.
Stepping forward, Conrad took the moment to introduce the two girls to
each other.
Kerri, this is our new slave. You will refer to her only in this
term. Slave, I want you to meet Kerri. You will only refer to Kerri as
your
mistress and nothing else. Neither of you will talk to each other
unless instructed to by myself. Not a single word less you desire
punishment.
Understood?
Kerri nodded her head in understanding but Tiffany just stared ahead
without any outward sign that she had even heard him.
Very well, he continued. Lets begin. Kerri, I want you to take
these scissors and cut off the slaves skirt. Be careful not to cut
anything else.
He handed the scissors to Kerri and she reluctantly held them in her
shaking hand. She stood there looking at Tiffanys helpless
body and debated what to do. She knew to disobey was as good as painful
punishment, yet she also knew that she didnt have it in her to
strip the woman of her own dignity.
Anytime now, Conrad said impatiently.
She took the steps forward to the side of the board and just stood
there staring down at the skirt was supposed to cut. If only she
could focus on that one task and try and forget that it was attached to
a living, breathing human being, she might be able to....
She hesitated just slightly too long. Conrad touched her gently at the
waist and motioned for her to turn around. He took her two
steps forward and halted her in front of a nearby chair.
I-I really want to obey you Master, she whispered to him in
desperation. Please, let me please you. I will do it Master! He
shushed her with his first finger to her lips.
I know you want to Kerri, he said quietly, but you are a slave and
you must remember to act immediately to my orders. Now if
you promise to be a good slave, I will make your punishment for
hesitating swift. Okay?
She swallowed. Yes Master, I promise. Please dont hurt me badly.
Louder so that Tiffany could hear he said to Kerri, Spread your legs
bitch. Spread you legs wide so that our slave can see your
pink cunt. Humiliated, she complied. Good. Now bend over and grab
the top of the chair.
Seeing Kerris body bent over at the waist, her pussy exposed behind
the thin links of chain that ran between her ass cheeks,
caused Tiffany to turn her head away in disgust. Wanting his new slave
to see every bit of punishment that he inflicted upon Kerri, he walked
over to the head of the board and secured a strap of leather across her
forehead, forcing her head in the direction of the action.
Listen you little fuck, Conrad hissed at her, you will look or so
help me Ill clamp your eyelids open! Got it?!
She snorted her unintelligible answer and Conrad could only assume by
her rapt attention that she had believe him.
Walking over to a nearby wall, he picked up a two-inch wide leather
strap and a battery powered dildo. He stepped back behind
Kerri and bent down to her pussy.
Kerri, I want you to cum for our new guest, he said to her. Show
her how it pleases me and how it can be equally pleasing for
you. With that, he began manipulating her dry cunt lips with his
fingers. Soon, her pussy responded, her clit began to enlarge and her
juices
began to flow over his fingers. Satisfied with her state of
lubrication, Conrad slipped the knobby dildo into her slit, all the
while watching
Tiffanys face for her reaction. She was obviously stunned with what
she was observing, but he really wanted to know if she was being turned
on in the least. That would have to wait, he shrugged. Turning the
power on the vibrating dick, he pushed it all the way it till only an
inch was
left hanging out.
Kerri dear, listen carefully. I want you to keep that dildo inside of
your cunt all by yourself. Its specially contoured so that your
pussy lips can grip the bulge near the end. Thats right. Good. He
pulled his hand away. Now, no matter what happens, remember to keep
a hold on the dildo.
She shook her head in compliance. Her breathing turned into short
gasps as she found herself nearing the edge. Her attention
was completely tuned away from the fact that a strange woman was
watching her withering now more that five feet away.
Standing, Conrad took the leather strap into his hand and brought his
hand back. This is what happens to slaves that disobey
me, he said primarily to Tiffany. He swung the foot long strap forward
in a sweeping arc which ended with a wet SMACK on Kerris ass. Kerri
jumped from the pain inflicted to her rear and howled in pain. She
nearly let the dildo slide out of her vaginal passage, but somehow
managed to grab it at the last possible moment. She was just recovering
from the first blow when the second blow landed on her other cheek.
This time she was prepared for the pain and allowed her body to absorb
it, as she had learned to do over the past few months. Her hips
rocked forward in unison with the whipping and soon the pain blended in
with the constant stimulation of the vibrator doing its thing in her
pussy. Ever so often the leather strap would strike the protruding end
of the dildo, plunging it hard into the back of her vagina. Within minutes
her ass was red with the spanking and her hips were gyrating under the
relentless pain and pleasure. Finally, Kerri let out a resounding moan
as she crested, her muscles spasmed with a heart stopping orgasm.
Witnessing her climax, Conrad stopped the plummeting of her ass and
pulled out the vibrator from her wet cunt. Stepping over to
Tiffany, he brought the cream-coated dildo up to her nose. She tried to
pull away but there was no where to go. He wiped the length of the
shaft across the spot between her upper lip and under her nose, leaving
a slimy wetness which she would have to smell.
Mmmmm.... thats my favorite smell slave. I wonder what yours
smells like. She snorted at him.
He walked back to Kerri and stood by her side. Okay Kerri, lets try
this again. Take these scissors and go over there and cut off
her skirt.
This time she didnt hesitate. Grabbing the scissors from his hand,
she went to work, cutting her skirt in two, right down the middle,
exposing Tiffanys pink underwear. With Conrads urging, she yanked the
skirt out from underneath Tiffanys squirming body.
Good. Now cut off her blouse please, he said. Reaching between her
breasts, Kerri made a cut down the front and then made
two cuts from there up the sides of each arm sleeve. Not allowing
herself to look into the new slaves eyes, she pulled the top off and
yanked
the bottom half out, revealing a very healthy set of breasts behind a
pink, translucent bra. Kerri thought that Tiffanys breasts were huge,
much
larger than her own, and she could see the disproportionate small
areolas through the flimsy material. Instantly she was jealous at the
attention these huge mammarys were bound to receive from her Master.
Bitch!, she thought to herself in disbelief.
Tiffanys thoughts were similar in that she too hated the other woman
for what she was doing to her. Why did she have to give in so
easily to his commands to strip her? The cunt enjoyed being whipped and
raped! Tiffany would not so easily bend to any mans dominance.
Though she found her dignity being tested with the forced removal of
her clothing, she strived to maintain a stiff upper lip to the
proceedings.
The anger helped.
All right, now lets see the goods. Cut off her panties and her bra
Kerri, Conrad said while wiping his sweaty hands on his thighs.
With a new interest in seeing the bitch humiliated before her master,
Kerri eagerly complied and cut away Tiffanys panties. Pulling
the fabric out from between her Tiffanys legs, Kerri paused a moment to
allow her Master to observe her willingness to serve him. She
proceeded with the bra, cutting the straps behind Tiffanys shoulders
and then lifting the bra cups off of her bountiful tits. They dropped
to their
natural position and Conrad was truly impressed. He thought that they
were beautiful, not quite as firm or well shaped as Kerris, but still,
beautiful in their own right. They were huge! He hadnt guessed that
such large jugs could be hidden so well underneath her clothing. He
took a guess that they were 44-HHH in size and thought to ask her when
he had the chance.
Wonderful! he exclaimed. Now lets see how well our new slave reacts
to being manipulated. Reaching under the board,
Conrad pulled a pin and rotated it into a horizontal position. Tiffany
struggled again turning Conrad on even further. Now that her belly was
bare, Conrad laid a strap of wide leather across it and fastened it
under the board. He then unclasped each of her ankles from the side of the
board and she instinctively pulled her freed legs together to protect
her nether region. Conrad took a length of rope and fastened one end to
her ankles in a hog tie, and brought the other end up over her head,
pulling her legs upwards and back, and tying the end to a ring in the
wall.
Again Conrad reached underneath the board and extracted two pins
holding the two pieces of the board together. Standing at the
end of the board, he yanked it free of the upper half, spilling
Tiffanys ass over the edge.
Leaning against the wall there was a large metal brace in the shape of
an extended V. Conrad picked it up and brought it over to
the board, where he bolted it to the lower edge with the extensions
pointing to the ceiling. He let the rope attached to her ankles out just
enough to let him grasp her right leg and bring it up tightly against
the corresponding brace. In this position the outside of her leg rested
against the inside of the V brace. Conrad pinned her ankle, the knee
and her thigh to the brace using three wide, leather Velcro straps that
were guaranteed against pulling apart.
She was desperate now, having one leg pulled up high, straight above
her and knowing that her pussy was completely exposed
to whatever this madman had in store for her. She had managed to pull
her other leg free of the rope and kicked at her captor as hard as she
could manage. But he was very strong and grabbed her leg in a vice-like
grip, and pulled up against the remaining brace. And then before
she knew it, her other leg was equally secured against the metal
structure. She had never felt more vulnerable than she did now.
But Conrad was quite done yet. At each wrist, he attached a thin, but
strong stainless steel chain, about three feet in length. He then
unclipped her wrists from the sides of the board and firmly crossed her
arms over her ribcage, pushing her ample chest upwards, and then
locking the two ends of the chain together under the board.
He stood back and admired his handwork. She was a true blonde, her
pubic hair attested to that, and her body was firm and
young. She still wore a costume jewelry diamond bracelet, an emerald
ring on the first finger of her right hand, and her fingernails were
manicured and painted ruby red, like the lipstick she wore. Her eyes
were green and she had very soft, feminine features. Her pussy was
neat and trim in appearance, the outer lips were firm and close together
and the hair was short and kept well clear of her cunt lips.
Conrad walked to her reclined head and unlashed the leather strap
running across her forehead. He then pulled the ball gag from
her mouth, allowing her to work her jaw back and forth.
First lesson. What is your name? Conrad asked sternly.
Her eyes burned into his and she refused to answer his question.
Instead she countered, Who the hell are you?!! Let me go you
fucking bastard!!
That was not the correct answer. Maybe after your punished you will
reconsider your response.
Motioning to Kerri, he told her to strip what little clothing she had
on and to stand next to Tiffanys rear. First things first. He had to
relieve his raging hard on before he could continue her punishment.
Part of that punishment would of course be in the rape of her.
Get her wet for me, he instructed Kerri. Her eyes went wide in
astonishment.
I dont know what you mean Master, she said quavering.
I mean I want you to use your tongue and fingers to get her cunt wet
and juicy so that I can fuck her.
She thought she was going to be sick to her stomach. She was not a
lesbian and had no desires to start, but she also knew that
she could not disobey her master or she would suffer the consequences.
Hesitatingly, she knelt down between Tiffanys legs and placed her
chin just below her steaming cunt. The smell of her moistness filled
her nostrils and it reminded her of her own sex.
ARRRRGGGHH.....Get away from me you fucking dike! Tiffany roared.
She tried to pull away from Kerris mouth but the straps
held her in a vice-like grip. Ill kill you if you touch me bitch!!
Kerri looked up at Conrad for help. He nodded to her, encouraging her
to continue. With no hope for a last second reprieve, Kerri
returned to Tiffanys cunt and flickered her tongue out to rest upon
Tiffanys labia major. Laying aside Tiffanys cunt lips with her
fingers, she
slid her tongue between them and toyed with the clitoris. Tiffany
screamed in outrage and squirmed under Kerris tongue. Soon Kerri realized
the more she licked Tiffanys cunt, the angrier it made the new slave.
Since the taste wasnt all that bad, her master had demanded it from her,
and knowing that Tiffany hated her actions made it all the more
appealing. Kerris tongue quickened its pace and intensity until she was
dipping it deep into Tiffanys cunt hole. She used her fingers to fuck
her and inserted three of them as far as they would go. By this time
Tiffanys pussy was wet and quivering despite her angered shouts and
crimson face.
Tiring of Tiffanys vile swearing, Conrad motioned for Kerri to stand
aside.
Youve done a wonderful job babe, he commended Kerri. Turning to
Tiffany, he said, Shut up bitch! All Ive heard from you is
foul language and Ive had enough. You will learn respect if I have to
beat it into you!
Fuck you asshole!! was the response.
Without hesitation, Conrad brought his open hand down hard upon her wet
cunt with a loud smack.
AAAAAiii....EEEEEE!!!!!!! she screeched. STOP!!
Again he lashed out against her exposed genitals, stinging his own hand
with the force. She buckled and howled in pain as he
continued to spank her cunt a half-dozen more times. Finally she broke
down in tears and begged for him to stop.
This lesson has just started Slave. What is your name?
T-Tiffany!, she cried out.
Wrong answer again. He went to the wall and pulled something off a
shelf. It was a penis gag that was constructed of a leather
base plate with a large full-sized dildo protruding from one side and a
smaller dildo protruding down the other. Leather straps came off each
side of the leather base. Standing over Tiffany, he instructed her to
open her mouth. Upon her refusal, he pinched her nose shut until she
spread her lips to allow air between her teeth. Thwarted, Conrad
reached down and grabbed her left nipple with his left hand and gave it a
savage yank. Immediately her mouth popped open to scream but her outcry
was muffled by the penis gag he shoved into her agape mouth.
He buckled the gag tightly into place and then replaced the leather
strap around her forehead, securing her completely.
Kerri, he said. I want you to fuck our pretty little slaves face
for me. Face away from me while you do it so that I can see your
gorgeous ass and so that our slave can get a good look at your beautiful
cunt. If she shuts her eyes, use your fingers to open them.
Kerri was already wet from the excitement of the previous moments and
the idea of being able to satisfy her sexual needs and
please her master overwhelmed her disgust at using this woman. Moving
cautiously, she straddled Tiffanys head and slowly impaled
herself upon the up-thrust rubber cock.
At the same instant Conrad impaled Tiffanys slick cunt with his
manhood, filling her completely. He watched in rapt fascination as
Kerri lowered herself all the way down the rubber shaft until her ass
slapped up against Tiffanys chin.
Horror spread across Tiffanys mind. Her cunt burned from the previous
beating and Conrads cock was much larger than
anything she had ever put inside of her before. She thought he was
going to tear her insides out and all she could do is moan loudly behind
her gag. She watched in mixed fear and sexual excitement as Kerris
cunt slipped over the end of the dildo and proceeded downwards
towards her face. Tiffany tried to hold her breath while Kerris wet,
stuffed cunt slapped up against her nose, but soon found it impossible.
She
had difficulty even breathing at all with Kerris pussy juices flowing
into her nostrils. Worst of all was the fact that her body was
responding to
the abuse and she found her ass tighten while her clitoris tingled with
sexual excitement. The pounding between her legs was relentless and
soon she found her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts.
(To be continued upon request....)