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The Girl Next Door (Mf, cons, young teen)
By Norm DePloom
Dave made his plans with meticulous care. He executed
them with dedicated thoroughness. The object of his
obsessions was fourteen years old when he started the
project. She was now sixteen and 'ripe for the
picking'. Dave spent the evening reviewing everything
to make sure nothing had been missed.
It started two years ago when the Simpson family moved
in next door. When Dave first set his eyes on their
daughter, Marsha, he knew he would do anything to
poses her. Marsha had flawless dark chocolate skin,
and had developed a pair of breasts that would make
any red blooded male drool. He had could just imaged
what her aureoles and nipples looked like under her
thin T-shirts. Her wide thick lipped mouth was just
made for sucking cocks.
He had looked over his house with an eye to create a
'slave cell'. Yes, he decided, a couple of feet off
the back of the master closet, a foot off the hall
closet and the shower in the master bath, and he would
have a three by five room. Just big enough to strap
her down on a mattress when she wasn't being used.
The 'missing' space would not be detected by anyone
searching the house.
He brought in the supplies a few at a time so no one
would notice. He did all the work himself. His
biggest problem was the door. How would he get access
to the 'storage room'? He wanted access through the
master closet, then it would be the easiest to take
her out when he wanted to play with her in the
bedroom. The door had to be undetectable. He built a
set of shelves on the back wall of the closet. The
bottom half of the shelving could, when the hidden
latches were released, be pulled strait out and moved
to the side. This created an opening that would allow
Dave to bend over and step into the 'storage room'.
He soundproofed and padded the floor, walls and
ceiling. He tested the soundproofing my putting his
stereo in the room and closing the door. He kept
improving the soundproofing until he could not here
the stereo playing at full volume while standing just
outside the hidden door in the master closet. He
wanted the room sound proofed for two reasons. First
of course to keep anyone visiting in the house from
hearing any noise Marsha might make. Second to keep
Marsha from hearing when people were in the house.
She was to have no clue when it might be advantageous
to make noise. Besides Dave hoped that total darkness
and aching silence in the room would work on her mind
and make her more compliant when she was allowed out.
When the house was ready Dave began planning her
'capture'. Ten feet from the side door of his
connected garage to the wood fence separating their
yards. Fifteen feet at an angle across their side yard
to the window of her bedroom. Lights normally left on
in both side yards, but solid wood gates to help hide
his movements from the street. Dave loosened three
boards in the fence and explored their back yard when
they were gone. A piece of luck, no extra security
logs on her bedroom window, and her bed was not up
against the wall under the window.
Dave practiced on his own windows until he could open
one in ten seconds making no noise. Then he slipped
into their yard again when they were gone and
practiced on her window. He went inside her bedroom
several times while they were gone. He looked around
being careful not to move anything. Except for the
pair of panties he picked up from her floor and stuck
in his pocket. His only remaining problem was how to
subdue her silently.
He had of course heard of chloroform and assumed that
to be the substance he needed to do the job. A quick
tour of Internet sights gave him information about
different chloroform compounds, how to use them, and
where to get them. He was ready to go.
The review of his "ready to go" status complete, Dave
waited patiently for his neighbors to go to sleep. At
1:00 o'clock AM Dave donned his 'working cloths.
Black rubber soled shoes, black socks, black pants,
black long sleeve T-shirt, black gloves and a black
ski mask. He slipped silently out the side door of
his garage and moved to the fence. He quickly worked
the nails from the three boards and set the boards to
the side. Moving through the fence he stole to the
shadow just outside Marsha's bedroom window.
He silently opened the window and gently moved the
curtain aside to scan the inside of the room with his
low light lenses. Marsha was asleep on her bed
wearing a T-shirt and white panties. She had
apparently thrown the covers off and her shapely young
legs were exposed to his view. He took the low light
lenses off and went into action. He was in the window
and across the room with the chloroformed rag over her
face before she was aware that anything was happening.
She struggled for only ten or fifteen seconds before
she succumbed to the effects of the chloroform and her
body went limp. He quickly stripped her T-shirt and
panties off and left them on her bed. He picked up
her nude body and moved back to the window.
Everything had gone perfectly up to this point. Now
Dave discovered that he had not fully appreciated the
difficulties in transporting a limp human body. He
had lifted weights, and could easily lift and move
her, but when it came to putting her through the
window brute strength would not suffice. Her body
flopped around and he almost knocked a lamp off the
dresser. He sat her down on the floor and leaned her
up against the wall. He considered taking her through
the house and out the side door, then rejected that
idea. He did not know enough about the layout of the
rest of the house.
Finally he picked her up again and lifted her head and
shoulders through the window. He let her rest with
her head, arms and tits hanging out the window while
he maneuvered himself through the window on top of
her. From the outside he worked her limp form out the
window and onto the ground. By the time he finished
his arms were aching from holding up her weight above
his head. He quickly wiped the window ledge to remove
any signs of their passing, then restored the curtain
and window to their closed positions.
Dave picked up the naked body and moved it to the
fence. Getting her through the fence was much easier
than the window had been. He laid her down again on
the cement sidewalk running along his garage and
quickly put the boards back into the fence. He pushed
the nails back into place and made sure that there
were no signs of them having been disturbed.
When Dave turned to pickup his nude prize and carry
her into the house he saw that, despite the
chloroform, her body was reacting to the chilly air
and her nipples were hard and crinkled. Dave could
not resist the temptation. He stripped off his black
leather gloves and placed his hands on her firm young
breasts. He gently rubbed her large hard nipples
between his forefingers and thumbs. She moaned softly
and Dave forced himself to stop. He picked her up and
carried her through the garage door, closing and
locking it behind him. Without putting her down he
carried her through the garage and into the house.
Then, after closing and locking the door from the
garage into the house, her carried her through the
house and into his bedroom.
Laying the limp nude body on the bed Dave quickly
affixed a blindfold and a gag. He tied her hands to
each side of the headboard then pulled each leg up and
to the side securing it with straps already in place
and waiting. When he was done the young nude girl was
bound with her legs up and spread opening her most
secret place for Dave's enjoyment. He stripped off
his own clothes and, leaving the young beauty on his
bed, took them out to his garage and put them in the
cloths washer. He started the wash and hurried back
to his bedroom his hard cock bouncing gently in front
of him as he walked.
Marsha was moaning when he entered the room. Dave
pulled up a chair and sat down to watch her. He had
decided not to touch her until she had completely
recovered from the chloroform. As she regained
consciousness she moaned louder and pulled at the
restraints. Then she realized that she was not in the
middle of a bad dream, but really was tied up on some
ones bed and panic set in. She tried to scream
through the gag and pulled harder on the straps
holding her down. The frantic screaming and jerking
reached a peak then slowly calmed down. She laid
still for a minute before it became obvious that she
was sobbing.
Dave reached out and touched her stomach with tip of
his forefinger. Her stomach muscles spasmed trying to
pull away from him. He waited for her to calm down
then touched her again. She reacted less violently to
this second touch. He spiraled his finger around her
navel in ever widening circles. When his finger hit
the base of her left breast he allowed it to spiral up
the breast to her large nipple. The nipple reacted
and began to harden. He spiraled his finger back down
her left breast then up her right breast to her other
large nipple.
Marsha continued to pull at her restraints but much of
her former energy had been dissipated. Dave continued
to run the tip of his forefinger over her lovely brown
skin covering her face, arms, stomach, her breasts and
nipples again, her thighs and calves, her feet and her
toes. Her nipples stayed hard and, although he had
not touched it yet, her cunt glistened with
lubrication. Dave found spots on her body that were
ticklish, spots that caused her to pull at the
restraints and parts that caused her to moan through
her sobs.
Dave's wondering finger finally moved down the inside
of her right thigh and delicately parted the lips of
her most private part slipping past the folds until
the first joint was enveloped in her womanly warmness.
He gently moved the tip of his finger up through the
wet fleshy folds until it rested on her clitoris. He
flicked his fingertip back and forth over this erotic
bundle of nerves. Her straining against the
restraints became a struggle to push herself more
firmly against the offending fingertip.
Her clitoris became engorged as he flicked it back and
forth. Her hips began to jerk in time with his
flicking. She strained to tilt her pelvis up to give
him more access to her swollen sex button. He moved
his finger back down and sank it completely past the
wet folds of flesh and into the rapidly increasing
heat of her womanness. As his finger sank entirely
into her he pushed his thumb in small circles over her
swollen clitoris.
As he worked the finger slowly in and out of her hot
wet hole and massaged her tender clitoris with his
thumb Dave began to stroke his hard cock with his left
hand. Dave wanted to relieve some of his pint up
sexual energy so his first fuck would not be over too
fast. A couple of dozen strokes and he shot his
first load on her lovely brown skinned breasts. While
he continued fucking his finger in and out of her hot
wet cunt he rubbed the cum into her breasts and felt
her nipples harden under his palms. He scooped up a
gob from the side of her breast and rubbed it on her
upper lip and up into her nose. He wanted her to
start getting used to the smell.
Dave pulled his finger from the confines of her hot
wet pussy and climbed onto the bed. He knelt at the
foot of the bed and bowed like he was worshipping at
the altar of some exotic goddess. He extended his
tongue and ran its tip up and down the fleshy folds
that had moments before housed his invading finger.
He moved his tongue in and erotic circuit up and down
the folds of her wet pussy then around her clitoris
ending by flicking it across the top of that sensitive
bud before running it back down into the inviting wet
folds of hot flesh. He repeated this over and over
until she was again humping her hips trying to push
herself onto his teasing tongue. All the while he
massaged and caressed her inner thighs with both
hands.
He licked her through one orgasm and began to build
her excitement for a second one. Then he varied the
pattern and instead of working his way back up to the
clitoris, licked his way down across the flesh that
separates a woman's fleshy wet pussy from her crinkled
rosebud like rear entry. Like her nipples, the
sphincter guarding her tight unused rear hole was a
darker brown than the chocolate color covering the
rest of her firm young body.
Pulling her buttocks further apart with both hands
Dave teased the dark brown crinkled opening with the
tip of his tongue. Marsha's body jerked with this
unexpected attention being paid to that portion of her
anatomy by the snake like flicking of Dave's practiced
tongue. Her face burned with unexpected embarrassment
at the thought of some ones tongue licking her on this
second most private part.
Her embarrassment turned to excitement when new
feelings swept through her body as his tongue worked
it's way past her relaxing muscle and into the depths
of her tender rear hole. Never in all the times she
laid in bed at night and rubbed her sensitive 'joy
button' did she ever think about putting anything
where the invading tongue was now generating such
wonderful feelings.
Dave worked his tongue in and out of her tender young
asshole for about five minutes then licked his way
back up through the warm wet fleshy folds of her pussy
to the engorged nub of flesh peaking out at its apex.
He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and began to
flick the tip of his tongue back and forth over it in
earnest. At the same time he dipped his finger into
her wetness for lubrication then began to work it into
the crinkled brown opening so recently abandoned by
his tongue. As Marsha reached another orgasmic peak
her sphincter relaxed and allowed Dave's finger
complete entry into her tight hole.
He fucked his finger in and out of her tiny brown
asshole as he flicked his tongue with ever-greater
fervor over the swollen clitoris, driving Marsha to
higher and higher planes of orgasmic pleasure. He
decided it was time to 'consummate' their relationship
and pulling his finger from her delicious rear hole
licked his way from her abused clitoris up her
stomach, stopping for a quick insertion into her
navel.
He moved his tongue over her brown skin from her navel
to first her right then her left nipples, pausing to
suck long and hard on each one. Sucking and then
gently nibbling and chewing on the erect nipples.
When both nipples were standing at attention he
tongued his way up her neck and delved into her left
ear just as the head of his large hard cock touched
the soft silky folds of her waiting pussy. AS he
pushed his cockhead into her he sighed into her ear.
"At last I get to play with my new fuck toy." Marsha
began go buck against her restraints trying to through
Dave off. Muffled screaming could be heard through
the air hole in her ball gag. The jerking only lasted
for a minute before Marsha was worn out. "What a
ride." Dave spoke directly into her ear. "Now I will
show you exactly what power I have over my little fuck
slave." Dave placed his hand over the air hole in the
gag, and pinched her nostrils closed.
As her oxygen supply diminished Marsha began to panic.
She thrashed her head back and forth trying to
dislodge his hand form her face. At the same time she
began to pull against the restraints in another
attempt to throw off her tormentor. Dave held on to
her mouth and nose and put his full weight behind his
cock keeping it planted deep in her convulsing body.
Finally, when she was on the verge of passing out,
Dave lifted his hand from her face and let Marsha suck
in two or three deep breaths. He then clamped his
hand down over her mouth and nose again repeating the
whole process. The way her cunt grabbed and massaged
his hard dick when she was flailing around under him
trying to avoid suffocation felt like nothing Dave had
ever experienced before. He let her catch her breath,
then put her through three more cycles of near
suffocation before he finally relented and let her
breath without interruption.
"Damn that's one hell of a good fuck. But I don't
want to wear you out in one night." He rested for a
few minutes, lying on top of her with his still hard
cock buried to the hilt in her tight young pussy.
"You almost made me cum that last time." Dave plunged
his tongue into her ear and began to gently pump his
cock in and out of her tight wet cunt. As he fucked
he moved his mouth down and began to suck and chew on
her neck, determined to leave a hickey that would show
even on her dark chocolate skin.
As his orgasm approached Dave warped one arm around
her waist, and the other around her neck. Holding her
naked body tight against his he fucked his long hard
cock in and out of her wet hole like a lust possessed
demon. He slipped one hand down onto her buttock and
began to roughly knead her firm young flesh. He
slipped his other hand up to the back of her head and
grabbed a hand full of her kinky black hair. As he
pumped his last strokes deeply into her cunt he bent
her head back and after shouting, "OH MY GOD WHAT A
GREAT FUCKING CUNT!" Bit into her neck like a
ravenous vampire.
Slamming his pelvis against hers for one final time he
pushed his cock into her until their pubic bones
ground against each other. Marsha felt like she was
going to be twisted and broken in half as her
torturer's body jerked and spasmed on top of her. She
felt like his invading tool was swelling to the point
of ripping her body apart. It jerked inside her
abused body and she felt his hot cum bathing the walls
of her vagina. Then his body relaxed totally and
collapsed on top of her. Marsha laid still not
wanting to disturb her tormentor. She concentrated on
filling her lungs with air, a difficult job with his
wait resting on her.
Finally after what seemed like hours to her his body
stirred and he raised himself up on his elbows
allowing her to breathe with less effort. Dave left
his cock buried in the young girl's cunt and looked
down at her face. A huge angry looking welt of a
hickey was appearing on her neck. He gently ran his
finger tips over her stretched lips and around the
sides of her face. Marsha tried to turn her head away
from his touch. Dave responded by clamping his hand
down over her mouth and nose again.
"If you ever pull away from me again I will hang you
upside down and whip your ass with barbed wire." Dave
spoke harshly into her ear while she began to panic
trying once again to avoid suffocation. "Do you
understand?" Marsha nodded her head frantically. Dave
released her mouth and nose and while Marsha sucked in
air pushed himself up to a kneeling position. With
his cock growing hard again inside her, Dave began to
knead both of her breasts.
He squeezed, twisted and pulled on both of her nipples
in unison. Starting out gently he grew increasingly
rougher wanting to stimulate a cock-massaging hip
bouncing reaction. He ended his nipple torture
session by grabbing both nipples between his
forefingers and thumbs then squeezing them as hard a
she could her pulled on them until her body started to
be lifted off the bed and twisted them as far as his
arms would turn. Muffled screams and violent
thrashing of her body rewarded him.
To Marsha it felt like he was trying to rip her
nipples from her body. Her absolute terror mixed with
the unbearable pain in her nipples and the feeling of
fullness as the monsters cock grew. It felt even
bigger to her than it had before.
"Now, you're in for some real fun." Dave announced
when he released her abused nipples from his grasp.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass." Marsha shook her
head 'no' violently she tried to yell at him through
the gag. She was positive he would rip her apart.
Dave pulled his massive hard cock out of her abused
cunt and, holding it at the base repositioned him self
and aimed it at her tiny brown rear hole. As the tip
of his cock touched her tinder asshole Marsha bucked
her hips trying to move away from the threatening rod
of hard flesh. Dave reached up and slapped her hard
across the face, once on each cheek.
"You've earned yourself a whipping slave." He
bellowed at her. Then he leaned closer to her. "But
it will have to wait until after I fuck you up the
ass." He returned to his kneeling position and once
again placed the head of his eager hard cock on her
waiting asshole. He pushed hard, and ignored the
muffled screams coming form behind the gag as her
sphincter muscle stretched over the invading cock
flesh.
Marsha screamed and screamed again. It felt like her
rectum was being torn apart with a red-hot poker.
Once the head of his cock was inside, and the muscle
had contracted around the ridge of the glans, Dave
rested. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, then
inserted two fingers into the slick cum covered
velvety folds of her newly opened pussy. At the same
time he used the thumb and forefinger of his other
hand to stroke her large clitoris up and down like he
was jerking off a small cock.
Slowly her screams became muffled sniffles, then an
occasional soft moan could be heard between the sobs.
Finally after working on her for ten minutes while his
cock rested just barely inside her anal opening,
Marsha began to make small pelvic thrusts in time with
his fingers fucking in and out of her, and his thumb
and forefinger stroking her enlarged clitoris.
The moaning became louder and the fucking motions of
her pelvis became more pronounced. Her body began to
jerk against the ropes as she approached another
involuntary orgasm. Just as her body arched and her
head lifted up from the mattress and every muscle in
her body tightened in orgasmic release Dave threw his
entire weight behind his waiting cock and drove it
into her bowels in one relentless stroke.
The ultimate pleasure of being brought to another
orgasm was interrupted by the searing pain of his huge
cock plunging into a hole where nothing belonged.
Dave held his cock buried in her tight rear hole while
Marsha struggled against her bindings trying to
through him off. Her repeated screams, muffled by the
gag in her mouth, could barely be heard. The way her
jerking body and spasming sphincter muscle worked on
his cock caused David to wonder why he had never tried
rape before.
He road out her struggles then, still holding his cock
buried in her began to fondle her thighs and breasts.
When her nipples began to respond to his touch, Dave
began to work a finger in and out of the still wet
folds of her pussy and work her large clitoris with
his thumb. Once again her screams and struggles were
replaced with moans and hip thrusts as Dave expertly
manipulated her engorged bud of over sensitive flesh,
pulling and stroking it like a miniature cock.
Dave began to ease his hard flesh an inch out then
back into her stretched ass. Dave matched her
increasing hip thrusts with longer fuck strokes.
Pulling his cock further out and slamming it back into
her rear hole more forcefully with each stroke. Dave
marveled at how wonderful her tight ass hole felt
grasping at his large hard cock-flesh. He watched in
amazement, it looked like she was going to be pulled
inside out with each outward stroke. One or two inches
of her inner rectum would be exposed each time. Then
on the reverse thrust an inch or two of her skin would
be pulled into her ass by the force of his thrusting
rod.
On the next inward thrust of his stiff cock Dave
reached over and retrieved a large penis shaped
vibrator from the nightstand. He pushed it into her
open wet cunt, not stopping until the ball shaped base
pushed against her clitoris. He was rewarded by
muffled squeals and moans when the flipped the switch
to 'high'. He was also rewarded by the vibrations
being transmitted through the thin tissue that
separated his thrusting cock from this newest invader
of her young body.
Dave held the vibrator down firmly against her
clitoris and began fucking his hard cock in and out of
her now stretched asshole with relentless
determination. Having already cum twice, only the
unique thrill of raping a young firm teen asshole kept
him hard.
He continued the hard slamming fuck of her asshole for
another fifteen minutes before his sweat soaked body
became rigid and, yelling "God Damn what a fuck", he
drenched her bowels with what seemed like buckets of
hot sperm. After his cock quite twitching he
collapsed over her upraised legs and laid his head
between her shiny sweat covered chocolate colored
breasts. He left his softening cock buried in her
just fucked asshole until it slipped out of its own
accord.
After his breath returned to normal he pushed himself
up and climbed off the bed. Leaving Marsha tied to
the bed Dave went into the kitchen and made him self a
cup of coffee. As he walked back to the bedroom he
checked his watch. It was almost time to put his new
toy away for the day.
Dave sat on the end of the bed facing away from Marsha
and used her legs and but as a back rest while he
picked up the remote and turned on the TV. He tuned
it to the 24 news station and sipped his coffee while
catching up on the world's activities.
After finishing his coffee Dave looked out the window
and saw that the neighbors had their lights on. If
they had not already discovered that their daughter
was missing they soon would. It was time to put her
away for a while.
Totally exhausted from terror, lust and fucking,
Marsha offered no resistance as Dave untied her and
dragged her limp form into her storage room. He laid
her on the foam pad and buckled the straps around her
ankles, knees, waist, wrists, elbows and forehead.
When he was done she was completely immobile. He
slipped the shelves into the opening and locked them
into place. Dave moved stuff around on the shelves to
give them a more random look then closed the closet
door and turned off the light.
Dave walked to the front of the house and looked out
the window. Sure enough there was a police car parked
in front to the house next door. Dave made a quick
tour through the house to make sure there was nothing
incriminating lying around, then made him self another
cup of coffee.
When the coffee was ready Dave took the cup with him
and wandered out the front door into the morning light
to pick up his newspapers. After retrieving the paper
her walked over to the police officer and asked him
what was happening.
"Looks like their daughter may have run away." Her
replied. Dave walked back into his house smiling.
This, he thought, may be even easier than I expected.
Dave slept comfortably until four o'clock in the after
noon. When he got up he made himself a meal, then sat
at his computer and turned on the speaker that was
attached to the microphone in his 'storage room' where
he had left Marsha earlier that day. He could hear
what were obviously screams being muffled by the gag
he had left in her mouth. He flipped a switch and
bathed the cell in just enough infrared to allow him
to view his new toy on his monitor. Marsha was
struggling against the straps that held her immobile
on the padded floor. After watching her while he ate
Dave reluctantly pushed his hard cock back down in his
pants and turned the monitor off. If I get her out
now, the thought, I'll never get any work done.
Before settling in at his workstation Dave went out
the front door and picked up his mail. As he opened
the door a business card fell like a dying leaf to the
porch. Dave picked up the card and read the front.
"Detective Bill Smith" with precinct address and phone
number. The hand written notice on the back indicated
Detective Smith's desire to talk to Dave. Dave looked
through the rest of his mail as he walked back into
the house and started a pot of coffee. When Dave
called Detective Smith their conversation was short.
Dave assured him that he had not heard or seen
anything the night before. Dave learned from the
Detective that Marsha had said something to her sister
about running away and they were putting their efforts
looking for her near her aunt's house over a hundred
miles away. Dave was smiling when he got off the
phone.
Dave put in six hours of concentrated work on his
contract projects before he considered 'knocking off'
for the night and 'knocking off' a few with his new
fuck toy. He shut down his project files and switched
his workstation over to monitor his toy. The
struggles and screams had stopped. Marsha had
apparently worn herself out and was now sleeping
again. Dave used his computer to manipulate the
controls he had built into the room, sending a blast
of icy air from the air conditioning vent followed my
his own booming voice.
"Wake up slut." Marsha began to struggle against the
straps again. Dave opened the closet door then
unlatched the shelves and pulled them out of the
opening leading into the cell where Marsha waited for
another night of fucking. As soon as the door opened
Marsha began trying to yell around her gag. Dave
could tell immediately that Marsha had urinated and
defecated and had apparently been laying in it for
awhile. Dave smiled at the thought, knowing it would
increase her humiliation.
"Lay still slut or I'll lock the door back up and
leave you in here." When Marsha calmed down Dave
unbuckled the straps and pulled Marsha out into the
bedroom and into a kneeling position. Even though she
was blindfolded Marsha turned her head from side to
side like she was trying to look around.
"Marsha." Dave said loudly. The girl stopped moving
her head and 'looked' where the voice came from. "I'm
going to take the gag out of your mouth. Don't scream
or yell. No one will hear you and if you do I will
whip you then put you back inside your cell to lay in
your own shit. Do you understand?" Marsha nodded her
head. Dave unbuckled the strap holding the gag and
pulled it out of her mouth. Marsha worked her jaw
like she was chewing gum then tried to speak, but her
mouth was to dry and only a horse mumbling could be
heard.
"Shut up slave." Dave said sternly and punctuated it
with a slap across the face. "I'm going to give you a
chance to prove that you are worth keeping alive. Now
get on your hands and knees." Dave pushed her down
into the position he wanted. . "Until you are told
otherwise you will stay on all fours since you are
only a bitch who is here to be fucked." Dave
instructed her as he got a wash cloth from the
bathroom.
"I'm not sure I want to keep a filthy little tramp
like you. Look at you, you're not even house broken
yet." Dave told her while he roughly washed her ass
and pussy. "I'm seriously considering just putting
you back into your cell and letting you starve laying
in that pile of shit you left in there." Marsha's
face turned red with humiliation and she opened her
still dry mouth to explain and earned another slap.
"Slaves don't talk unless they are told to. Until you
are allowed to get off your hands and knees you will
only be allowed to whimper and whine. If you make any
noise not normally made by a bitch you will be
whipped" Dave left her on her hands and knees while he
quickly cleaned up the pad in her cell. Then he
returned to his slave.
"I'm going to give you just one chance to prove you
are worth keeping alive. I'm going to let you suck my
cock. If you do a real good job I'll consider letting
you stay alive. I might even let you take a shower
and eat some food." Marsha was shaking her head and
croaking 'no' over and over until she was slapped so
hard it knocked her to the floor. Dave pulled her
back up onto her hands and knees by her hair
"You don't listen very well do you? As well as being
a filthy little bitch that shits all over herself
you're obviously a stupid slut. I told you no
talking." Dave sat and looked at his new slave
admiring her flawless chocolate brown skin. His cock
was already hard in anticipation. "I'm going to give
you a drink of water then you are going to suck my
cock. You better do a good job if you don't want to
starve laying in a pile of your own crap." Dave put
a bowl of water on the floor and pushed her mouth into
it. "Drink bitch." Despite the shame and humiliation
of drinking from a water bowl on the floor, Marsha's
thirst drove her to lap water into her mouth. Long
before her thirst was satisfied Dave pulled her head
up and removed the bowl.
Dave, setting with Marsha on all fours in front of
him, grabbed a handful of kinky hair in each hand and
pulled her face toward his crotch. "You better suck
cock like your life depends on it, bitch." He said
just as the tip of his eager cock touched her lips.
Marsha hesitated just a moment then remembered the
terror she had felt laying in 'that place' gagged and
blindfolded, being able to smell her own shit and feel
her butt laying in a puddle of her own pee. When she
remembered the terror she opened her mouth and
welcomed the hard invader. Dave smiled as his hard
cock slipped into her hot mouth and began to pinch and
fondle her nipples.
"The more cock you get in your mouth the more likely I
am to decide I want to keep you." He advised. "Oh
yes, suck on it bitch. Suck on it." Marsha worked to
get more and more of his large hard cock into her
inexperienced mouth. Marsha only technically knew
what a 'blow job' was. She had never seen a hard cock
and, since she was blindfolded she still hadn't.
Marsha imagined what she looked like naked on her
hands and knees sucking on a man's cock and tears of
fear and humiliation collected under her blindfold as
her body trembled and her skin became hot with
embarrassment. But her nipples hardened in his
fingers and her pussy began to flow with anticipatory
lubrication. She remembered the terror of being
strapped down for what seemed like an eternity and
resolved that she would do anything to avoid it
happening again.
Marsha sucked and licked for all she was worth,
forgetting the situation and concentrating only on the
feel of her lips stretching over the hard, hot rod of
flesh in her mouth. She began to marvel at the
velvety feel of the cockhead on her tongue. Absorbed
in these new sensations, and too inexperienced to know
the warning signs, Marsha was shocked when the object
of her attentions twitched and flooded her mouth with
cum. Her first reaction was to pull her mouth away
from the squirting cock but a hand on the back of her
head quickly changed her mind and she concentrated on
swallowing the thick warm fluid. Dave continued to
hold her mouth on his cock until it began to shrink,
then let Marsha sit back on her heels.
"Well, bitch," he said after a few moments of silence,
"you've earned the right to live. For a few hours at
least." Dave pulled his chair closer to his new sex
toy and began to work a choker chain over her head.
It was a tight fit and caused some discomfort for
Marsha, but soon it rested around her neck with the
excess chain hanging down between her breasts. A most
erotic sight in Dave's opinion. Dave hooked a short
leash to the choker chain and picked up a small
homemade whip. Dave had braided the six pieces of
soft leather into a handle leaving a loop on one end
to go over his wrist and six eighteen inch thongs with
knots at the ends on the other. The leather was soft
and pliant designed to sting and, if wielded with
great force, leave temporary welts. It would not,
though, break even the most tender of Wanda's
beautiful brown skin.
"Every young bitch must go through obedience
training." Dave informed his leashed and blindfolded
slave as he pulled the knotted ends of his whip across
her breasts watching the knots catch on and tug at her
hard erect nipples. "I will know teach you the basic
positions." Dave pulled forward and down on the
leash. "Back your hands and knees." Marsha felt the
choking of the chain collar and fell forward onto 'all
fours'.
"This is the 'standing' position. It is the position
you will stay in at all times unless you are ordered
into another position. It is also the position you
will return to when you are released from any other
position. In this and every other position you legs
must at all times be spread at least far enough for me
to get my hand between them." Dave reached down and
stroked her head. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." Marsha answered. Dave brought his whip down
across the length of her back letting the knotted ends
curl over her buttocks and land on her cunt.
"Can a bitch say 'yes'?" He asked.
"No." Marsh answered automatically. Dave's whip
landed across her back again.
"Can a bitch say 'no'?" He asked. Wanda's mind spun
in confusion. How can I answer him? She asked
herself. Then she remembered his orders to only whine
and whimper, not to make any noise that could not be
made by a dog. Wanda whimpered pleadingly. Dave
knelt beside his toy and rubbed her head
affectionately.
"That's a good girl." He let his hands continue to
roam over her body. "I really need to think up a name
for my new bitch." His hand moved down her back and
across her buttocks coming to rest on her wet pussy
while he absent mindedly twirled a lock of her kinky
pubic hair around his forefinger.
"I know," he said, running his hand through her
abundant black hair, "I'll call you 'Fluffy Puss',
'Fluffy' for short." A name chosen Dave stood up to
continue Marsha's obedience lesson.
"Sit Fluffy." Dave ordered pulling straight up on the
leash and pushing down on her buttocks. Showing the
same patience he would if he had been training a puppy
Dave positioned Marsha in the proper stance as he
explained to her the proper 'sit' position. "From the
stand position sit back on you heals, spread your
knees as far apart as you can and keep your hands flat
on the floor between your spread knees." When Dave
was satisfied with Marsha's 'sit' position he let her
stay that way for a minute then pulled forward and
down on the leash "Stand Fluffy".
Dave corrected her position with flicks from his whip
then pulled up on the leash and gave the 'sit'
command. Again using his whip he corrected her
position then put her back into the 'stand' position.
Dave spent twenty minutes forcing her to practice
these two positions. Then with Marsha in the 'sit'
position Dave let her rest. A sheen of perspiration
made her dark brown skin shine in the light. Dave
reached down between her spread legs and felt her
cunt. It was wet to the point of dripping, he easily
slipped two fingers into her while he let his thumb
rub her clitoris. Dave was rewarded by a begging
whimper from Marsha. Dave pulled his fingers from
Marsha's wet cunt and stood in front of her.
"Whenever a person approaches you, you will nuzzle his
or her genitals with your nose then lick them." The
growing redness of Marsha's face and chest could be
seen despite the dark chocolate color of her skin.
"Go ahead," Dave tugged on the leash, "nuzzle my
genitals. And remember a bitch puppy will wiggle her
little butt with happiness when she greets her owner."
Marsha sat still. She just could not bring herself to
'nuzzle' this person's genitals and wiggle her butt
like a puppy greeting its owner. Dave pulled on the
leash again. Marsha felt the chain tighten around her
neck then loosen.
Still she could not bring herself to do it. It was
just too humiliating. Suddenly Marsha began to pull
at her blindfold trying to get it off, and Dave
realized he had a full-scale rebellion on his hands.
A test of wills he could not afford to loose. Using
the leash and choker chain Dave forced Marsha face
down on the floor. Then, while stepping on the end of
the chain to hold her down Dave caught both of
Marsha's arms and pulled them behind her where he
strapped them together at the wrists
Dave rolled Marsha over onto her back then, while
continuing to step on the chain to hold her down, he
pulled the 'training' whip off his wrist and picked up
a larger heavier strap. Dave brought the end of the
strap down first on her left breast then on her right
one. Marsha shrieked in pain with the first blow and
continued to shriek with each successive blow until
the shrieks faded away to body wrenching sobs. By the
time each breast had received six blows Dave had a
raging hardon and needed relief.
Dave rolled the sobbing girl back onto her stomach
and, putting both hands in the middle of her back held
her down against the floor as her pushed his hard cock
into her ass. Dave fucked her long and hard, plunging
his cock into her tight rear hole with such force that
her body slid an inch or two across the floor with
each thrust. After nine or ten minutes of slamming
his hard cock into his helpless victim Dave pushed his
cock in one last time and held it there while it
twitched and spewed his hot cum deep inside her.
Then, after his softening cock slipped out of her
abused asshole, Dave pulled her limp body back into
the cell.
When Marsha realized where Dave was taking her she
summoned all of her youthful strength for one last
attempt to resist. Dave, holding the struggling girl
from behind, pulled the choker chain tight and held it
until her body went limp.
Dave pulled Marsha's limp body the rest of the way
into the cell and laid her on her back. He ducked
back through the cell door and then reappeared a
moment later with a cock shaped metal probe and two
metal nipple clamps, all of which had wires attached
to them. After inserting the probe into Marsha's cunt
Dave strapped her to the floor, adding a strap across
her thighs to hold the probe in place. Dave placed a
clamp on each of Marsha's big brown nipples,
tightening the screw on each to insure it would stay
in its place. Dave plugged the three wires into three
sockets high up on the wall of the cell then slipped
back through the door and pushed the shelving unit
into its place.
Dave hurried into the kitchen then paced agitatedly
back and forth while he waited for coffee to brew.
His carefully laid out plans had been disrupted and
that irritated him. He knew that rebellion had been
inevitable, and he new it had to be dealt with
immediately. When the coffee was done he poured
himself a cup and went back into his 'office' to
review how he was planning on handling his slave's
disobedience. Sitting at his workstation Dave turned
on the audio and video monitors in the cell. Marsha
was pulling against her restraints and screaming
obscenities at him.
Good, he thought, screaming and yelling into the dead
air of a sound proofed room would only increase her
subconscious since of isolation and helplessness. The
cell, he reasoned, had to represent terror to her, not
pain. Pain a person can learn to live with very
quickly. Terror they never learn to live with. Dave
launched a program on his workstation that would
deliver random shocks through the metal probe and
nipple clamps. It was not the pain of the shocks, but
the random nature of their timing, duration and
intensity that would add to the terror of her stay in
the cell. The terror coming from never knowing when
the next shock would start. Or, once started, whether
it would be a mild tingle, more stimulating than
painful, or a back arching surge that felt like it
would snap her spine.
Another program would randomly cycle the cell from icy
cold to oppressively hot. The final program randomly
triggered loud blood curdling screams from speakers in
the cell. Finally Dave started a tape that played
whispered messages through a speaker next to each ear
telling Marsha repeatedly what a dirty slutty little
whore she was, and suggesting that maybe this time she
would be left in the dark till she starved to death.
Having had his planned humiliation and fucking session
interrupted Dave decided to get some more paying work
done so that tomorrow he could dedicate the whole
night to his hopefully more complaint slave. After
another four hours of concentrated work on projects
for his two best paying customers, Dave fixed himself
another meal and went out front to collect his morning
newspaper. As he ate he glanced through the paper to
see if there was any news about the poor missing
Marsha from next door. He found an article, and it
seems that Marsha had confided in her sister that
their stepfather had started to touch her in
inappropriate ways and that was why she was planning
to run away. The authorities were suspecting that she
had met with some form of foul play while trying to
hitchhike to her aunt's house. The article reported
that none of the next door neighbors had seen or heard
anything unusual.
Dave relaxed with his after meal coffee and watched
Marsha struggling against the straps holding her
immobile. Dave turned up the volume on the audio
monitor and listened to her begging to be released and
her promises of total obedience. Dave added some
references about little sluts who let their
stepfathers touch them to the tape whispering in her
ears then went to bed.
At four o'clock the next afternoon Dave woke up
anticipating sixteen hours of obedience training,
humiliation and fucking with his new bitch, Fluffy.
He ate a light snack while he watched and listened to
his slave in her punishment cell. When he was ready
he stopped the shocks, temperature fluctuations and
screams, then opened the hidden door at the back of
his closet and started loosening the straps holding
the babbling young girl to the floor of her cell.
Attaching the leash to her choker chain Dave pulled
Marsha from her cell. The girl followed on her hands
and knees then collapsed on the floor still babbling
incoherently.
Dave sat down and pulled the still blindfolded
chocolate colored beauty up to a kneeling position
between his legs with her arms draped over his thighs
and her head resting on his chest. Dave's cock
nestled comfortably between her firm chocolate colored
breasts, and her dark chocolate nipples pressed into
his stomach. Her babbling slowly became great body
wrenching sobs as she cried almost hysterically. Dave
gently stroked Marsha's hair, back, shoulders and face
as he allowed her to cry herself out while he admired
her almost flawless brown skin.
As the sobs decreased the young girl hugged her
tormentor's thighs with her arms and began to gently
kiss his stomach working her way down towards his hard
cock resting between her breasts. Between kisses she
spoke to the man she still had not seen.
"Please mister don't make me go back in there again.
I'll do anything you want. I'll behave myself." When
she reached his pubic hair she pushed her nose into it
and sniffed then worked her sniffing noes down to his
genitals. She sniffed and nuzzled his cock and balls
then began to lick. Without interrupting the tongue
bath she was giving his genitals Dave took her hands
and gently unwrapped them from his thighs and placed
them on the floor moving her into the 'sit' position.
"Is Fluffy happy to see me?" The young girl whined
and wiggled her butt in answer. Dave smiled knowing
her rebellion was over, at least for the moment. Dave
allowed himself to enjoy her eager licking for a few
more minutes before lifting her head from his crotch.
"Let's see if you remember your positions." Dave
pulled forward and slightly down on the leash.
"Stand Fluffy." Marsha 'stood' on all fours, then
wiggled her butt in anticipation. Dave stood up and
moved the chair back then walked around Marsha to
check her position. He picked up his training whip
and flicked the inside of her thighs.
"Knees further apart." After Marsha moved knees Dave
slid his hand over her butt and down between her legs
letting his forefinger slid between the folds of her
already wet cunt. He was rewarded with an enticing
butt wiggle from his bitch and a throaty moan. Dave's
other hand explored her thighs, stomach and finally
her breasts. Marsha's puppy like butt wiggling was
rapidly becoming pelvic thrusts as she tried to work
her self on his finger. Even though Marsha had not
been bathed since he brought her home, Dave was
finding her natural odors extremely provocative and
decided not to destroy them with soap and water. Dave
abandoned her wet pussy and stood up.
"Sit Fluffy." He commanded ignoring her whimpered
pleading, and pulling straight up on the leash.
Marsha moved her butt down to rest between her heels
and put her hands on the floor between her wide spread
knees. Dave inspected her positioning and found it
perfect. From the front her breasts were pushed
together by her upper arms. Her breasts and her lower
arms neatly framed her patch of black kinky pubic hair
and her open wet cunt with it's protruding glistening
outer lips. Dave patted her on the head "Good girl,
Fluffy." Marsha's whole body wiggled with happiness.
Dave stepped closer allowing his hard cock to rest
against the side of her face. Marsha immediately
pushed her nose into his genitals and 'nuzzled' them
then began licking his scrotum while whimpering a
greeting and wiggling her butt as best she could in
the 'sit' position.
With her sight removed Marsha was learning to
concentrated on her other senses and she was finding
everything erotically stimulating. When she was
laying against him sobbing she had been acutely aware
of his cock resting between her breasts. She had
inhaled the manly sent of his body. The slightly
musky smell of his genitals had sent torrents of
lubrication flowing in her pussy. His hands seemed to
ignite erotic fire wherever they touched her. And
know, smelling his genitals was like turning on a
faucet in her pussy. As she licked her way up the
base of his cock towards the head with the intent of
taking it in her mouth and sucking on it, Marsha
finally admitted to her self how desperately she
wanted this man to fuck her. When Dave stepped away,
withdrawing his cock from her reach Marsha's whine of
disappointment was obvious, and brought an unseen
smile to Dave's lips.
"Stand Fluffy." He ordered as he pulled the leash
forward and down. Marsha immediately changed to the
'stand' position on her hands and knees, making sure
her knees were fare enough apart to insure her
'owner's' access to her wet eager cunt.
"Before I teach you the next position, you need to
learn a few other signals. If I tap your cheek like
this." Dave gently tapped her cheek beside her mouth.
"You will open your mouth ready to receive your owners
cock." Dave tapped her on the cheek, Marsha eagerly
opened her mouth and sighed with happiness when it was
filled with the velvety cockhead she had sucked the
night before. As Dave moved his cock in and out of
her mouth Marsha swirled her tongue around the welcome
invader. Then whimpered, almost howled with
disappointment when it was withdrawn a moment later.
Dave was in heaven, he loved to keep his cock hard for
hours at a time and having a slave to torment was the
perfect way to accomplish this goal.
"Now, you will learn the 'play' position." Dave
petted Marsha and scratched behind her ears while he
talked. "This position is called the 'play' position
for two reasons. First because it approximates the
positions dogs use when they are trying to entice
another dog to play with them. Secondly because it
will present your cunt and ass to me for my pleasure."
Marsha's body wiggled in anticipation.
"Stretch your arms out on the floor over your head,"
Dave moved her body into the desired position as her
gave instructions, "put your chest down on the floor."
The coolness of the wood floor felt good on her
breasts. "And keep your butt as high in the air as
you can. Keep the knees apart just like in the 'sit'
position." Fluffy imagined what she looked like her
chest and face pushed submissively against the floor
and her butt sticking up, obscenely exposing her cunt
and asshole for her master to play with. She wanted
to beg her owner to fuck her, she ached for a cock in
her cunt. Using the only language she was allowed
Marsha wiggled her butt and whined pleadingly, trying
to make the whine sound as much as possible like
'please fuck me'.
Dave knelt behind his obedient young bitch and reached
out, almost reverently, and moved his hands over her
upturned butt, then down the outside of her thighs.
When he reached her knees he moved his hands to the
inside of her thighs and slowly moved them back up
towards her waiting cunt. The sight of her wet pussy
mesmerized him. Her copious secretions dampened her
upper thighs. Her glistening, engorged cunt lips
stood open revealing the hot dark hole waiting for his
hard cock. Her swollen clitoris peeked out from
between the lips where they met at the, in this
position, lower end of her vagina. Dave moved his
finger tips around the waiting folds of female flesh
and gently stroked the area between her cunt and her
puckered brown asshole.
Dave leaned closer to her and inhaled the distinctly
intoxicating smell of a sexually aroused woman.
Continuing to run his finger tips over her sensitive
skin Dave extended his tongue and began to separate
the folds of flesh licking up and down each side of
each of her fleshy cunt lips. Reveling in the salty,
musky taste of her brown skin Dave licked up to her
crinkled asshole, which he gently circled with his
tongue before probing its tip into her.
Marsha's hands clutched and relaxed trying to grab
onto the smooth wood floor. She turned her head to
the side rested it on the floor with her eyes closed
under the blindfold and a smile growing on her lips.
Her hips slowly rocked and rotated as a low throaty
groan grew from deep inside her. Dave probed his
tongue further and further into her relaxing sphincter
while he ran his hands up her back then back across
her buttocks and down her thighs and back. Each time
he went around her pussy without touching it.
Finally Dave pulled his tongue from her asshole and
worked it back down and around the fleshy folds of her
cunt, eventually arriving at her sensitive clitoris,
which he sucked into his mouth and flicked rapidly
with the tip of his tongue. Marsha's whole body
seemed to reverberate with each flick of Dave's tongue
driving her closer and closer to an explosive orgasmic
release.
Dave tilted his head sidewise and sucked each of her
cunt lips into his mouth sucking and tonguing it
before moving to the other. He pushed his face up
against her cunt and began to drive his tongue into
her dark moist cavern, his lower lip an chin massaging
her clitoris as he moved his tongue over the walls of
her cunt licking every drop of her nectar he could
reach. He loved the taste, feel and smell of her so
much that, if possible, he would have fucked her with
his head.
Marsha was emitting a constant low-pitched
"ooooooeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooeeeeeeeeaaaaa"
as her body neared the precipice of orgasmic
convulsion. Dave placed his forefinger on Marsha's
ass and pushed it into her. There are some women who
'ejaculate' when they have orgasms shooting fluid from
some secret reservoir. Such women are almost always
multi-orgasmic and have been known to soak a mattress
virtually all the way through with their copious
flows. Marsha was one of these women.
As her orgasm crested Marsha rewarded her new owner
with mouthfuls of orgasmic fluids. It ran down his
chin and dripped onto his chest. It ran down her legs
and pooled under her knees. Her whole body undulated
with wave after wave of orgasmic muscle contractions,
and with each wave her cunt would expel another flood
of her female ejaculate. The entire time she slowly
ground her cunt against his face and pushed herself
back onto the finger invading her asshole. Dave
removed his mouth from her fountaining cunt and, after
grabbing her hips, placed the head of his large hard
cock at the opening to her eager pussy and plunged the
entire length of his tool into her in one motion.
"Yesssssssssyesssssssyesssssss." The prostrate teenage
girl hissed as she was filled with hard cock. Dave
began to fuck his bitch with long steady strokes,
slamming his body against her up thrust cunt each time
he buried himself in the wet folds of her pussy, and
whipping her vaginal secretions into a foam that
coated his pubic hair and drooled down her inner
thighs. Marsha's orgasmic gyrations continued as Dave
reached under her belly and used his thumb and
forefinger to stroke her hard clitoris in time with
his cock fucking in and out of her gapping pussy.
Marsha had spewed so much fluid that their knees were
slipping in it and Dave had trouble keeping up the
deep thrusts he liked so much. He grabbed her around
the waist and laid back on the floor pulling her into
a sitting position impaled on his cock, facing his
feet.
"Fuck yourself on my cock, bitch." He commanded as he
guided her up and down motions with his hands on her
waist. Marsha pumped herself up and down on his huge
hard tool, Dave pulled down on her waist each time she
lowered her self onto his cock to insure deep
penetration. Marsha's breasts bounced up and down in
time with her body jerking plunges down onto her
owner's tool. She leaned forward and rested her hands
on the knotted muscles of his thighs.
Dave sat up and, moving his hands from her waist to
her breasts, pulled her back against his chest and
held her still as his cock, buried to the hilt in her
wet dripping pussy jerked and spasmed shooting cum
into her. Marsha put her hands on top of her owner's
hands that were squeezing her breasts and leaned her
head back against him as her body spasmed in one last
orgasmic release, keeping time with his cock drenching
her cunt walls with cum. As Dave eased Marsha's semi-
limp body off his it seemed that the entire room had
been drenched with her orgasmic fluids. He rested for
a few minutes then stood up and used the leash to pull
her up to the standing position.
"That" he informed her, "is why we call it the 'play'
position." Dave pushed his cock onto her lips.
"Lick it clean." He ordered. "From know on you will
be expected to automatically perform this service."
Marsha nuzzled her owner's testicles then began to
lick her own juices off his cock.
When he was satisfied with the cleaning job Dave used
the leash to guide Marsha into the kitchen and put a
bowl of water on the floor for her then began to
prepare a meal. With out hesitation Marsha leaned
down and lapped water from her bowl. As she lapped
Marsha hoped that her owner would never take her
blindfold off. Being blindfolded was forcing her to
concentrate on her senses of smell, taste and hearing.
Even the water she was lapping tasted better than
anything she had ever had.
Even with her limited experience of only being raped
three or four times, she was positive that the fucking
she had just received would not have been nearly as
gut wrenchingly satisfying if she had not been
blindfolded. Then with an epiphany of understanding
she realized that it would never have been that good
if she had not been forced. She realized that only
the removal of all her options gave her the freedom to
enjoy being fucked like an animal. Only her
terrifying ordeal in 'that place' gave her the total,
single minded, concentration on satisfying her owner
that led up to the frenzied fucking she had just been
forced to enjoy.
Her clitoris and her cunt felt like they were
vibrating, her thigh muscles would twitch with
occasional 'orgasm after shocks'. And whatever her
owner was cooking smelled better than the best food
she could remember ever eating in the past. While he
was cooking Marsha's owner would occasionally, when
the food did not need his immediate attention, step
over to her, pull her up to a sit position and tap her
on the check. Marsha would open her mouth and welcome
his large hard cock with tongue swirls and moist
sucking until he would withdraw his tool and return to
his cooking duties.
While he was cooking Dave ordered her to pick up her
bowl and drink from it instead of lapping the water,
and every time she finished it off he would refill it
and order her to drink again. By the time the food
was done Marsha had forced down ten bowls of water and
felt like she would through up if she had to drink
another drop. She heard her owner put a dish of food
in front of her and started to lean over towards it
when she felt a sharp pull on her choke chain.
"You don't eat until you are told to, bitch." Dave
informed her. He walked her over to the table at the
end of the kitchen and pushed her underneath. Then he
sat at the table and before he started eating reached
under the table and pulled her head into his crotch.
Marsha got the message and began to suck his hard cock
while he ate his meal.
Dave ate with one hand and casually stroked Marsha's
head with the other as she worked her mouth up and
down the shaft of his hard cock. When he was done
with his meal Dave sat back and enjoyed the feel of
her tongue work for a few minutes, then pushed her
head off his cock and scooted his chair back from the
table. Picking up the leash Dave pulled Marsha out
from underneath the table and positioned her so she
faced the kitchen counter.
"Does Fluffy need to pee?' Marsha whined and nodded
her head 'yes' vigorously. "No bitch can be a really
good fuck unless she has strengthened, toned and
gained control of the muscles of her cunt. I have an
exercise you will be doing every time you have to pee.
Now, I want you to squat right where your are. You
can hang onto the edge of the counter." Dave placed
Marsha's hands on the edge of the counter. "Now I am
placing a plastic dish pan under you. When I tell you
to pee, you will start peeing. When I tell you to
stop you will stop and hold your pee until I tell you
to pee again. Do you understand?" Marsha nodded her
head 'yes' while she blushed with humiliation and
embarrassment. Being watched while she peed would
have been bad enough. To have this person telling her
to start and stop would have been more than she could
have born except for the memory of being strapped down
in 'that place'.
"Pee." Dave said. Marsha relaxed her sphincter muscle
and the urine began to flow splashing noisily in the
plastic dishpan. "Stop!" Dave ordered as soon as the
flow reached its maximum volume. Marsha visibly
struggled to cut off her urine flow, clamping down the
muscles in and around her vagina and anus. She could
feel the stinging in her urethra as she strained to
hold her pee against the building pressure from her
bladder. Dave squatted over her allowing his cock and
balls to rest on her back as her caressed her breasts
then ran his hands down and over her the trembling
muscles in her stomach and thighs.
"Pee." He said in her ear as he moved his hands back
across her stomach returning to her breasts. "Stop."
Dave kissed up and down her neck and across her
shoulders, while he pinched and twisted her nipples.
Her body once again began to tremble from the effort
of holding her urgent need in check.
Thus it continued for, what seemed to Marsha to be
hours as Dave played with her trembling body making
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