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CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK 3 (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY CLEM KADDIDLEHPPER
[ part 3 ]
1. Schoolgirl exams
The man needed to leave early again the next morning, and checked on the
girl with the video monitor hidden behind the closet wall of his bedroom
as he grabbed a robe. She was still sleeping, so he flipped on a microphone
that fed the speaker in her cell and turned up the volume. ``Crystal, wake
up,'' he said, and laughed as the girl's body jumped in response. She twisted
her head around to the top of the door frame, doubtless looking to see if
she had slept through a preparation signal. He turned the speaker down and
continued, ``just get up and pee and wash your pussy in the bidet. Be sure
to rinse out your insides.'' She practically leaped out of bed to comply,
and he laughed again. Thought she was in for a whipping, I bet. I'll see
if we can't arrange that later, he mused, thinking of a game that she might
not win if he set the right mood. Sometimes he forced his captives to play
naked solitary Twister, whipping them if they fell within twenty-five moves.
Naturally, they couldn't play the game that long without coming up with an
impossible move, so it always resulted in punishment. It wouldn't be fair
to use such a ploy with this girl, he thought. He watched her sit on the
bidet for a moment and smiled, thinking of a way.
He shut down the equipment, locked it behind the hidden panel, and attended
to breakfast as the girl made herself ready. Once downstairs he made her
a couple of sandwiches from the kitchen, figuring she had earned something
decent, and selected a new video for her amusement. It was another four-hour
tape, consisting of a series of lingerie posing shots culled from various
Playboy shows, and several loops featuring teen performers made up to look
like schoolgirls, doing ``I'm innocent but naughty'' strip routines in their
stage-set bedrooms, decorated with stuffed animals and frilly bed coverings.
Think we'll take some pictures tonight, he chuckled. The shots from the previous
day had been a big hit with his e-mail friends. He didn't know who the men
were of course, but some of the girls in their photos were in pretty bad
shape, covered with welts, scars and burns. One girl had a red band around
her neck, clearly indicating she had been hung, which intrigued him. He liked
the forbidden thrill of the pictures, but the idea of inflicting that kind
of damage himself wasn't arousing. He thought of hanging the girl for her
sexual pleasure, and decided to see if there was something he could use that
wouldn't damage her.
Later, he thought, right now there is business to attend to, and he unlocked
her cell door. She marched out on schedule and took up her position outside,
hands at her sides, eyes down and legs slightly apart. Good girl, he thought,
you didn't forget. He checked her supply of toilet paper, toothpaste, lotions
and soaps, reset the tape machine, and finally threw her damp towels in the
hamper outside. He then selected a flashlight, a flat wooden medical exam
stick and some vitamin E cream from a drawer in the kitchen area, and settled
down on the floor underneath her.
Looking up, he saw the girl had tried to clean the rest of her body as best
she could, and had brushed her hair out with her fingers. The light grooming
helped a little, but she still appeared like she had just woken up from a
night of rough sex, which of course she had. ``Spread your legs wide, I'm
going to check you again,'' he ordered, and she complied. He spread her lips
apart and checked the hymen area just past her opening. Most of the scar
tissue had sloughed off, and the skin underneath was bright pink and smooth.
A few more days, he thought, looking forward to penetrating the girl.
The then inserted the rounded end of the wooden stick and used the flashlight
to peer up into the girl's vaginal passage. She wasn't very deep at all,
he noted. He could see her cervix opening like a little pink donut just beyond
the end of the stick, and he thought his cock should be able to reach it.
He was just able to touch the end of one of the previous girls. He entered
her lying on her side while he held a leg in the air, pushing himself in
and grinding against her pelvis. He loved the way the girl squealed, and
enjoyed the feeling as his tip brushed her back opening. He always wondered
whether it would have been possible to penetrate the opening with the head
of his cock, and how that would feel. Maybe I'll find out with this girl,
he thought, giving her another look.
Everything appeared normal inside, and he noted that the girl had done a
good job rinsing it out. He also noted that she was lubricating, and breathing
a little deeper. She had drawn in her breath and tensed up when he inserted
the stick, but this was exciting her a little now. He removed the stick and
inserted his index finger gently, being careful not to rub the hymen area.
He hooked his finger from the inside towards the front of her body and noted
her reaction, as she flexed her knees a little and quivered. You've got another
magic button, he thought.
He spread some of the vitamin E cream inside her, popped her on the butt,
and led her back into her cell. After sitting on the bed playing with her
body for a few minutes, her locked her in. He figured she would know to watch
the video without asking, she was a clever girl. He was out most of the day,
and when he later arrived back at the house he sounded the chime in her cell,
and flipped on both green lights above the door. Enema time, he laughed to
himself, switching on the monitor to see if she heard. She was already sitting
on the toilet when the screen lit up, and he enjoyed her discomfort for awhile
before checking the video tape of the day's activities in her cell. When
he was satisfied that she had watched the video and not disobeyed the new
rule, he switched off the equipment and started getting ready for her photo
session.
He had previously used the excuse of a clothing drive for children to assemble
a reasonably good wardrobe of girl's clothes, such as blouses, skirts, shorts,
shoes and stockings. Some of his purchases went to the charity, and some
he kept. The panties, garter belts, nighties and other sexier fare were more
difficult to obtain safely, but he managed to pick up a little here and there
as the opportunity arose, even from a catalog offering sexy underthings for
midgets! He had about ten different pairs of panties he thought would fit
the girl, all the way from plain white briefs to the naughtiest string bikinis,
though the bulk of his collection was too small for her ample hips. She was
easily the oldest of his captives, and her hips and bottom wer large for
her age. He thought the only flaw in her body was her thighs, just a bit
too full. He mentally scheduled some sessions on the treadmill, picturing
himself whacking her ass as she ran. He already knew where the safety clip
would be placed, her little ripe nipple bulbs being the obvious choice.
He piled his selections on the table and prepared the room while she finished,
smoothing a spread over the bed and moving the overstuffed recliner out of
the way. He set up a couple of light stands to illuminate the scene but he
didn't bother with rock star posters on the walls or stuffed animals. He
didn't really care to recreate a teenager's bedroom, he just wanted a clean
backdrop for the pictures. He opened her door and she obediently stepped
out and took her position. He grabbed her damp towels, covered a section
of the kitchen area floor, and finally placed a chair on top of them. ``Sit,''
he instructed, and he pulled the girl's hair over her shoulders and down
the back of the chair as she complied. It was time for a little grooming,
and he had become quite proficient over the years. He pulled some scissors
and other tools from a drawer and snipped the ends of the girl's slightly
damp hair to produce a rounded tail, stepping back to admire the results.
He then clipped and cleaned her nails and brushed some pancake powder on
her cheeks, just enough to kill the shine. He hated makeup, and left the
girl's lips plain, though he pinched them gently to bring a little color
to the flesh. A thorough brushing of her hair completed her preparation.
He opened his favorite robe he always wore downstairs, and allowed himself
the luxury of poking his cock into her tresses, bringing it to full attention,
then moved around and put his cock in the girl's lips. He told her, ``easy,
just play with it,'' and she went to work in her usual way, no hesitation
and with full attention. Once again he was impressed with her, and stroked
her hair as she sucked gently.
He looked down at her face while she kissed and licked his erection. He had
printed off a couple of stills from ``Born Innocent'' to try and accentuate
the girl's resemblance to the young Linda Blair, but there wasn't much he
could change. Her hair was longer and fuller than Blair's, but he liked it
that way. It falls off her head just about the same way, he thought as he
brushed it away from her forehead. He regretted for a moment that the girl
didn't have larger breasts to push out a partially-buttoned shirt, like in
the photo. Of course a fourteen year-old Linda wouldn't have possessed a
pre-pubescent porcelain cunt either, he reminded himself, looking down at
the little white lips running down to hide between her legs. He tapped her
ankles with his foot, and she spread her legs to accommodate him, revealing
the full swell of her bald little pussy lips.
Suddenly filled with ardor, he leaned over and took her face in his hands,
kissing her full on the lips. The girl had literally never been kissed, but
gradually responded naturally to his lips and tongue. He wanted to get her
a little warmed up for the film session, and she heated right up, a glow
showing in her cheeks and a pink flush visible between her legs. The girl
turned on like a light switch, he thought. He pulled her over to the bed,
sat her down and dropped the first outfit of clothes into her lap. ``Get
dressed,'' he said, ``we're going out.'' He laughed when she looked up at
him with an exasperated look on her face. This girl was a peach, he thought.
``Didn't buy that, eh? We're going to take some pictures, put the clothes
on.'' As the girl began dressing, he cleaned up the kitchen area from the
grooming session and retrieved his digital camera.
When he returned the girl was dressed in a short blue pleated skirt with
a white blouse and matching jacket, standing in white knee-length socks and
black flat-heeled buckle pumps. Give her an arm full of books, he thought,
and she would look like she was off to school, though probably modern schoolgirls
would laugh at such clothes, loose jeans and boots being the norm at the
moment. He lifted the skirt to confirm she was wearing the plain white cotton
briefs, and paused to run his hand over her pantied bottom, finally sliding
his hand down the small of her back underneath the elastic to squeeze her
cheeks. Luscious, he thought, I should make her wear panties more often.
Stepping back to pick up the camera he addressed the girl. ``You watched
the video, so you know the drill. Let's have some demure poses as you strip,
then as the innocent girl starts feeling sexy, she touches herself as she
undresses, got it?'' ``Yes sir,'' she replied.
He took some pictures of her fully dressed first, giving her directions to
smile or pout, where to place her hands and so forth, but the girl soon was
into the idea of posing and was creating her own poses for him; a naughty
look over her shoulder, bending over in her skirt, lifting her blouse and
smiling like she meant it. ``Let's get some clothes off,'' he suggested,
and she removed her jacket, then the skirt and shoes, all the time holding
and shifting poses as he moved around her snapping pictures. She's doing
great, he thought, a natural. He moved in for some close-ups on the panties
stretched across her pussy as she bent over, and took the opportunity to
feel her ass through the soft cotton, noting with approval the way she wiggled
her hind end in response. He had her unbutton the blouse and lie on the bed
for more panty shots as she lay back and rubbed herself between the legs,
sliding her hand inside the panties to feel her pussy underneath. The girl
was becoming more excited and animated as he took some ``spank me'' pictures
with her panties rolled down, bending her over the bed and having her lie
on a pillow with her ass in the air. He loved the image of panties being
pulled down from the front, just as the fabric lost its grip on the lips
and snapped away, and took several such shots with her standing up, having
her pull the panties up and down for the camera.
After another change of clothes and a repeat performance, this time with
cutoffs and a t-shirt, he brought several pairs of panties over for her to
put on and take off, getting shots of her pulling them up tight through the
crack of her ass, and another with the fabric separating her pussy lips as
she pulled up on the hem. She had absorbed her lessons from the tape well,
he noticed, copying various moves of the lingerie models and adding a few
of her own. Twice they had to stop so she could dry herself between the legs
between shots, and always he took the opportunity to squeeze and stroke her
body as she moved.
As the girl rolled on the bed in a baby doll nightie with matching hose,
he took advantage of her wetness to bring her legs together, using her pussy
lips and thighs as a vagina. He straddled her legs and plunged his cock between
them, first from behind, and then over on her back with her legs up, his
cock peeking out between her thighs to poke her belly as he thrusted. He
could feel her clitoris swell against his shaft and her legs squeezing together
as he moved, and he laughed and patted her bottom. ``Not yet,'' he said,
``control yourself, it will be better if you wait,'' and she moaned a little
in response, playing the strumpet for him. He decided to make her work at
it and directed his thrusts forward to bring more pressure to bear against
her inner lips, the girl now moaning and squirming underneath him. The action
was good enough to start his clock running as well, so he decided to change
the mood to extend the fun, for him at least.
``We need to get some spanking shots now,'' he informed her, ``put on the
blouse and skirt again with the white socks and panties.'' He got up off
her and wiped her moisture off his cock with a cloth. ``Dry yourself off
between your legs first,'' he said, handing her the cloth. She did as she
was told and dressed herself as ordered, although he could see her mood had
shifted to wariness again. Too bloody right, he snickered to himself, and
went to retrieve a paddle from the kitchen. He had built a tool that would
redden a young girl's ass as if she had been hand spanked, a thick, flexible
rubber pad fixed to a wooden handle. The rubber was cut in the shape of a
hand with the fingers together, and had soft edges that wouldn't leave lines
when it marked the girl's bottom. He called it the ``whapper'', and liked
the way it saved wear and tear on his hands.
He had the girl stand and bend over the bed with her ass in the air, slipped
her skirt up and pulled the panties down to her thighs, starting the spanking
with any further comment. The whapper went to work in rapid motion, hard
slapping sounds filling the air as the girl's cheeks bounced and reddened.
The girl was shaking her head and squealing as he worked over her bottom,
stopping to take pictures now and then, and hitting her a few times with
his own hands just for fun. He ordered her to strip and brought over a set
of white hose with a garter belt. He laid her on the bed with her red ass
framed by the straps, and continued to pound away with the whapper. Her ass
had turned a deep crimson by now, and he enjoyed her moans as he squeezed
and pinched the flesh between pictures. Stopping before she was bruised,
he settled next to her and pleased himself by rubbing his cock between the
warm cheeks for awhile, while the girl moved her hips in reply.
He turned her over and spread her legs as wide as she could, and started
slapping her on the cunt with the instrument, not hard enough to hurt her,
just enough to change the color of her lips, as the girl cried out in little
yelps of pain. He took some great pictures from between her legs, her skin
red all the way from her ass through the curve of cheeks as they met the
lips of her pussy. He finished the show by using the whapper on the girl's
puffies as she lay back on her haunches with her legs spread, the bulbs of
flesh turning a deep pink as the rubber pad slapped away, the girl's eyes
squeezed shut while she whimpered. After taking a few last shots with the
whapper and the camera, he cleaned the girl's pussy with a damp cloth and
shut off the flood lights. Time to eat, the man thought, leaving the girl
to lay passively on the bed waiting to be instructed for the next act, sniffling
a little.
2. Dogs for dinner
Crystal had enjoyed posing for the man, playing to the camera and getting
a chance to feel herself in clothes again. Aside from the black hose on the
first day, she had been naked the entire time with the man. As the session
went along she became excited from pulling panties through her privates and
feeling herself between her legs with her hands slipped underneath the elastic
as the man encouraged her, working with the camera. She was sure he wanted
her to cum, and thought about asking permission as he rubbed her between
her legs with his cock, getting herself ready to open to the experience.
She was disappointed when he denied her, wondering if he could read her mind,
but she moaned playfully to keep his mood light. The man teased her in reply
by rubbing his cock between her legs with more intensity.
She wasn't happy at all with the look of the instrument he brought into their
games to warm her ass. Her apprehensions were confirmed when it began to
slap her cheeks, harder than the man had hit with his hands, but not as painful
as the back of the hair brush. It wasn't really that bad, and as she lay
on the bed in the white hose she began to feel excited again, especially
when he would stop to run his hands over her red ass and between her legs
from behind. When he straddled her legs and began to squeeze his cock between
her warm cheeks as he liked to do, she responded to please him and herself,
craving the contact now.
Her own mood was broken by the painful experience of being slapped directly
on her pussy, the rubber paddle hitting her several times directly on top
of her erect clitoris, causing her to yelp and her eyes to tear. The man
had her legs spread so far apart she thought she would split in two, and
although the rubber material was too soft to damage her, her clit throbbed
in pain rather than pleasure. She had never focused on her clitoris or nipples
as centers of sensation until the man came into her life, and she didn't
realize how much pain they could cause her as he slapped them red. As the
man moved the treatment to her nipples, each seemed to be the only thing
she could feel as they throbbed under the punishment, the man working on
one and then the other as she lay back on the bed, grimacing from the pain.
When the man left off, she lay on the bed in a troubled mood, half hoping
the man would continue with further sex play, but knowing torment was almost
certainly not over for the evening.
Instead he surprised her by pulling her off the bed over to the kitchen table,
and sitting her down in a chair, kissing her on top of the head as he moved
over to open the refrigerator. ``How about a hot dog?'' he asked her matter
of fatly, just as a father would speak to a daughter. She responded ``yes
sir,'' and when he asked her if she wanted mustard, she gave the same response.
As he put a dog in the microwave on a paper plate, he asked her ``ketchup''
and she started to reply, but quickly realized that `no' was not one of the
words she was allowed. The man noticed her silence and turned to look at
her and she caught his eye and shook her head back and forth as he laughed.
``You can now say ``no sir'', but not to what I command, of course.'' Four
words, she thought, at this rate I'll be speaking whole sentences by Christmas,
realizing she wasn't sure what date it was anyway. She figured she had been
taken about a week ago, but wasn't sure how long she had been unconscious.
Three days at least, she thought, recalling the vaguest of memories of being
in a drugged state as she was moved from place to place.
The smell of the food turned her attention to her hunger and she gratefully
accepted the hot dog and diet cola from the man, after having nothing but
two sandwiches to eat all day. She noticed that he wasn't eating as he sat
across the table and watched her. There was no way she could ask why, but
he seemed to be able to read her mind from her eyes, and told her he would
eat in a minute. She wondered what that meant, and cast her eyes down as
she finished the dog. Afterwards the man gave her floss again and led her
into the cell to brush and pee, staying to watch her, which made it difficult
for her to start, and embarrassed her deeply. He left her to clean herself
in the bidet, and she heard him open and close the refrigerator door. ``When
you're done come over to the bed,'' he yelled from the other room, and she
wondered what game he had in mind this time.
When she walked over to the bed the man was lying on his stomach, and he
asked her to rub his back. Relieved, she crawled over him and straddling
his legs in her white hose, and began to knead his back and shoulders. She
was curious about the bare hot dog on a paper plate sitting on a side table
by the wall along with small jar of mayonnaise, sensing trouble. But for
now she concentrated on her work; let's not get whipped she reminded herself
again. As she worked down his butt she decided to feel underneath him, and
he opened his legs for her hands. She moved to sit over his left leg as she
had done yesterday, pressing herself into the muscles of his thigh, stroking
one hand under his cock and balls as the other rubbed his solid ass cheeks.
This kind of play she was growing to enjoy, ignoring the side of her mind
that was in horror at her thoughts, and she quickly started to get worked
up by the contact. The man apparently approved as well, as she could feel
his cock jump as she cupped her hands under the stiff shaft and teased the
tip with her fingers.
The man rolled underneath her, and pulled her legs around to lay next to
him, stroking his hands over the white hose and kneading her feet as she
adjusted her position to reach his cock, squeezing his shaft and licking
the tip as he ran his fingers through the crack of her ass, cupping her cheeks.
Her bottom was a rosy pink from the spanking and she was careful to keep
her nipples from sliding over the man's hairy belly, as they were still sensitive,
throbbing on her chest. She sucked the man's cock into her mouth, beginning
the now familiar procedure, cupping his balls in her hands, hoping he would
reciprocate in kind. But he only continued to stroke her legs and bottom,
dipping her hands underneath her a few times as she worked, teasing, but
not allowing her any real pleasure.
They continued that way for a little while, until the man interrupted her
sucking just as she thought he might be losing control. ``I'm hungry myself
now, but I think I'll let you serve me. Take the hot dog and dip in the mayonnaise
and put it all the way up your ass,'' he said casually, as if it was an everyday
thing.
Crystal was shocked by the request, and wondered how he was going to eat
the hot dog if it was in her ass. Something gross I bet, she thought, as
she climbed off the bed and considered the task, being watched by the man
as he turned over and propped his head up on some pillows to observe. Still,
she always kept punishment in mind, and quickly did as she was told, dipping
the hot dog in the mayonnaise jar, and squatting down to open her bottom.
The hot dog was still cold, and she felt her ass tighten up as she placed
the gooey end up between her cheeks. She knew her ass was in play from having
to undergo the painful enema preparation today, and she had practiced briefly
between flushing by inserting the nozzle a few times to master the art of
relaxing her muscle. Again, her ass was betraying her by denying passage
to the cold, slick dog, and she began to panic from the thought of the consequences
of failure. Just when she thought he was beginning to stir from the bed,
her ass relaxed and she pushed the dog in, squeezing globs of mayonnaise
off onto her hands. The man laughed at her pose, squatting on the floor with
a hot dog in her butt, holding her hands out in front of her trying to figure
out what to do with the excess mayo. ``Just lick it off,'' he said, ``you
could use the calories,'' and she complied, cleaning her hands as best she
could.
She looked over to the man for instructions, but he just continued to watch
her while he lightly stroked his cock. ``We'll let it warm up a bit,'' he
said, ``dancing would help.'' She started moving awkwardly with her ass full,
but soon realized that positions in which her ass was exposed were more comfortable,
and more in keeping with the nastiest of this game. She did a series of splits
and squats until she could no longer feel the coldness of the dog in her
ass. After a few minutes she looked over at the man and kind of made a face
to indicate it was probably warm. He apparently understood. ``Climb up on
the bed and feed me the hot dog, a little at a time, with your ass,'' he
ordered, chuckling to himself as the man did when he was particularly pleased
with some torment.
How am I suppose to do this, she thought, but again wasted no time in perching
above the man with her ass in his face. He gave her no help at all, but she
finally settled into a position leaning forward on her hands that seemed
to work the best to raise her anus directly to the man's mouth. A little
at a time, she thought, and tried to push the hot dog out of her ass as if
she was pooping, as she called it, trying to squeeze the dog so it wouldn't
slip out all at once. She was perspiring a bit from the effort, and succeeded
on the first few tries only in passing the rounded tip of the dog to the
entrance of her passage before it slipped back in place. ``I'm getting hungry
back here,'' the man said, clearly a threat. She concentrated hard and managed
to control her muscles enough to push about an inch of the dog between the
man's lips, which he bit off, kissing her directly on the ring of her opening
as the dog retracted inside again. ``Hmmm,'' she heard him say, ``body-temperature
hot dog with mayonnaise. Oh well, you can't complain about the service, let's
have some more.''
The girl started to work on squeezing more of the dog out when suddenly the
absurd nature of the situation made her almost bust out laughing just as
she worked another inch of the dog between his lips. She convulsed to control
herself and shot the rest of the dog out of her ass onto the man's face,
and within seconds was being pulled over to the restraints once again.
3. Choked up
The man was laughing to himself at her efforts as well. He had read about
the idea in a story, in which slave girls fed guests with sausages in this
unique way. Yuck, he thought, I need to find something else than cold hot
dogs, but decided to make the girl continue the show. In truth he was hoping
she would mess up, as he wanted an opportunity to whip her tonight to see
her reactions to a session of deeper pain and pleasure than their milder
games of yesterday. When she stifled her laugh and blew the dog onto his
face, he reacted immediately, practically carrying her to the restraints,
as she began to whimper and shake in fear. The girl settled into a steady
cry, as if complaining at the unfairness of the world, while he strapped
her in place and inserted the bit. He left the stockings on this time, as
they complimented the white whipping girdle he strapped her in, tugging up
extra hard on the straps to mold the garment over the curves of her full
ass.
She began to stiffen and quiver again, trying to settle her ass for the blows,
as her cries turned to little wheezing sounds, her breath coming in gasps.
He picked up the cane and swished it in the air for her attention a few times,
and again she tensed her body, gripping the wrist restraint straps with all
her strength. He laid on the first blow right across the center of her bottom
and the girl exploded into the wall screaming into the bit, but then he noticed
the volume of her cries suddenly lessen as she realized the blow had not
been anywhere near as hard as the first day. He knew the stroke had been
extremely painful, even though he had put only a part of his strength into
the cane, but as he gave her the second and third, he could see that she
was withstanding the torture without the loss of control that characterized
the first session. She had begun peeing when the first stroke landed, but
she didn't have much inside, and nothing came out at all thereafter. He picked
up the intensity with the fourth and fifth lashes of the cane, putting more
into the last stroke, noting with satisfaction the wrenching scream from
the girl and a few drops more into the basin.
He quickly un-strapped the girdle, and with the girl just coming around to
her senses, squatted behind her to match their heights and plunged his cock
into her slick ass, using the leftover mayonnaise still inside her as lubricant.
He reached around and removed the bit from her mouth while buried deep in
her ass, and pulled from the pocket of his robe a strip of thick wool he
had cut from an old blanket previously that day. Pulling her hair aside,
he whipped the cloth around her throat, twisted the ends together and pulled
it his left hand, while his right reached around to seek her wet pussy lips
as he began to hump her tight bottom. Her little clit was already stiff as
he found it, and settling into a rhythm, he began stroking it concert to
his thrusts as he twisted the band around her neck. He didn't want to cum
this early in the evening, so he concentrated on her mood, letting her breathe
freely for the moment as she gained momentum.
Unlike her usual self, she seemed difficult to arouse, and he brushed her
thick hair away from her face to see if could he sense her thoughts. Seeing
the fear in her eyes, he tried to soothe her, dropping his hand away from
the cloth around her neck, stroking her flanks and speaking softly in her
ear, ``relax, I'm not going to hurt you.'' He didn't expect her to trust
him, and of course he did plan on hurting her, but not like she thought.
In any case, she seemed to will herself to respond again and he picked up
the pace. Within a couple of minutes she had given in to the sensations from
between her legs and was panting softly, starting to strain in her bonds,
trying to enter the stream that would carry her away to the soft explosions
she craved. When he sensed she had found it, he carefully picked up the ends
of the cloth and prepared for her orgasm.
As she started her cries he choked her with the cloth as gently as he could,
hitting the timing just right, as her body spasmed repeatedly, over and over
until he released her. She drew in a deep breath and let in out in a long
moaning cry, as he slowed the movements of his cock and let her lean back
against him, holding her up by her waist from collapsing, buried deeply in
her bottom as she gasped for air.
He held her for awhile and then withdrew, as the mayonnaise had turned sticky
in her bum. He unbuckled the restraints and carried her to the bed, retrieving
a glass of water and lifting her head up to drink. He turned her over on
her tummy and rubbed her back, letting her regain her composure, un-clipping
the garter belt and pulling off the hose. By the time we're done tonight
her bottom would be pretty beat, he thought, noting patches in places on
her cheeks that were particularly red from the spanking and whipping. He
was still planning another punishment session tonight. Tomorrow would be
a short day, as he would be gone until nearly dinner time, and he considered
other ways he could torment her for fun while giving her ass cheeks the day
off. He loved to punish his captive's bottoms more than anything, and he
had to discipline his urges.
It was a good time to give her a treat after the choking session, which he
rated as only partially successful. She had come through the punishment session
still in a state of arousal, as he planned, and he was pleased about that.
The girl's orgasm had been extremely strong, but the experience had shaken
her mood too much, he thought. She had buried her face in her arms on the
bed, and wasn't responsive to his gentle massage. He left her on the bed
and retrieved a small carton of low-fat ice cream with caramel swirled through
it, and a couple of cookies from the cupboard. He picked the girl up off
the bed and sat her in his lap in the big reclining chair, holding her head
on his chest and spoon feeding her from the carton. She stubbornly refused
to warm up to his gesture, her hands tightly clenched and her eyes shut,
but she ate all the ice cream he fed her, and relaxed a bit when they were
done, curling up crunching a cookie and laying her head on his chest as he
stroked her hair and legs.
4. In a haze
Crystal slowly came back to her self as she lay in the man's lap. Her mood
had been shattered when the man had whipped and choked her, and she found
herself wishing he would kill her rather than continue her torment. The events
of the previous day had given her some hope that she could turn the man in
her favor if she tried to please him enough, in spite of being peed on and
belted, but now she felt doomed again to fear and pain, wondering when a
game would go too far and he would snuff out her life. She didn't know enough
to understand why he had choked her, that it was a sex game people played
willingly.
As her mind started to function again, she remembered that the man had not
hit her near as hard with the cane, and that after the first hit she was
able to take the slashes on her cheeks. She thought back to his assurances,
to the way he had soothed her on the bed, fed her ice cream, and considered
the way he was now cooing to her softly and stroking her hair. She realized
it was possible the man had regretted going so far, and the more she considered
the last hour, the better she felt. She relaxed a bit and let her hands rest
on his chest, her mind running over the experience again and again, regretting
that she hadn't been more alert when the man gave her the ice cream. The
taste of cookie and caramel was strong in her mouth, and she recalled how
the man had fed her like a baby, coaxing her lips apart with the spoon. As
wise as the girl was for a ten year-old, she didn't realize that she fallen
into acceptance, that her entire life was now centered in this one room,
everything measured by her captor and his moods.
The man tilted her face up to his and kissed her again, and she felt herself
blushing as he let her face go, burying it in his chest and allowing herself
be warmed by his caresses. She was worn out emotionally, and let her mind
go blank for awhile. Finally the man stretched and patted her on the bottom.
``Put your hair up and shower,'' he told her, ``and use a squeeze bottle
to run some warm water in and out of your ass, it's a little sticky in there.''
He lifted her up to her feet and patted her on the bottom, and she walked
into her cell on unsteady feet. She wanted to throw herself on the bed and
sleep, her belly full of food, but she quickly followed his directions, recovering
to near her normal efficiency. She brushed her teeth quickly, wrapped her
hair in a towel and stepped into the shower with the nozzle-tipped bottle.
As she expelled the warm water from her ass, she let herself pee into the
drain again, no longer concerned with it being a perversion, just a convenience,
and washed her skin and face.
After Crystal dried off, she walked out of the cell and stood by the door
in her usual posture, but the man was now back on the bed watching her, and
motioned her over. He took advantage of her freshly scrubbed body to stand
her by the bed while he kissed and licked her nipples and tummy, stroking
the back of her thighs and bottom. He lifted her by her bottom and bent down
to place a kiss on the top of her pubes, and then pulled her onto the bed
and lay her on her stomach. She started as she felt something plastic and
cold slide between her bottom cheeks, and felt liquid entering her ass. The
man leaned over her and placed a bottle on the side table, and she saw it
was a kind of lubricant for sex, the outline of a naked woman on the company's
label. She knew what she would feel next, and the head of his cock soon demanded
entrance in her rear, slipping easily into the slick hole. The man straddled
her legs and gently rocked back and forth, rubbing his hands up and down
her back expertly. In spite of the cock moving in her ass, she gave into
the massage, stretching her back and settling into the bed as he kneaded
her shoulders and neck.
The man pulled her bottom up into him, and once again stuffed a pillow underneath
her to give him a better angle, stepping up his motions as his cock slid
smoothly in and out of her ass with liquid sounds. He stroked her flanks
and then down to her tummy, tucking one hand under her while the other continued
to rub her back and arms. She was receptive to his touch by the time his
fingers found her pussy, softly manipulating the lips and brushing ever so
lightly over her hooded nub. ``That's it,'' she heard him say. ``If you want
to cum you have to ask, and I may say no. If you cum without permission I
will have to punish you,'' he reminded. She resolved not to ask tonight,
but then quickly reminded herself that he might grow angry with her, and
decided to wait for an appropriate time to speak. She tucked away his words
``have to'' in her mind to consider later. ``Does this hurt?'' he asked,
and she remembered the new phrase she was allowed, replying truthfully ``no
sir.'' His cock was not too large and the lubricant was like silk in her
bum, warmed by the friction of his movements. ``Good,'' he said, ``I want
this feeling to last.''
Crystal heard him making soft grunting sounds and sensed his cock swelling
in her bottom, wondering if his intentions to last were being overcome. Apparently
the man sensed the same thing, and pulled out of her bottom uttering a ``whew!'',
as he slapped her on the cheeks and wiped her ass with a damp towel. He left
her laying on the pillow, giving her ass the usual pat as he climbed off
the bed and moved over to the stereo system to select a playlist on the MP3
player. ``Did you ever listen to the Cure?'' he asked, and she responded
``no sir,'' vaguely aware of the group with the lead singer's wild black
hair and makeup from videos. The tinkle of chimes filled the room as ``Disintegration''
boomed into life, the opening chorus swelling from the speakers.
The man went into the kitchen and came back to the bed with an ashtray and
a lighter, a hand-rolled cigarette propped in his mouth. She knew what that
was, and had even tried an experimental puff once, hacking at the harsh smoke
from the schwag her friend had managed to score. He pulled her off the pillow
and sat her up next to him on the bed, lighting the joint. A strong smell
of cedar and spices filled the air as he sucked in a hit. He turned her face
up and placed his lips over hers, blowing the smoke into her mouth as he
exhaled. She breathed it in as he obviously intended, surprised to find the
smoke soft and fragrant, and it tickled her nose as she exhaled. By the time
he repeated this procedure she was already beginning to feel a warm rush
in her head from the fine quality marijuana the man used. She kissed the
man back with the third hit, thinking it was gallant of him to feed her smoke
this way. By the fourth hit, her mind was spinning, and the music seemed
to be growing out of the walls, washing over her senses. He left his lips
locked with hers and she hugged him, overwhelmed by the moment.
He pushed her back down on the bed in the same position, and every nerve
in her body was alive as she felt him squeeze a little more lubricant in
her ass. He entered her again from above, and continuing where he left off,
kneading her shoulders as he slowly worked in and out of her bottom. Crystal's
heart was racing from the effect of the drug, and she panicked for a few
moments, concentrating on her breathing, as if it would stop if she didn't
will her lungs into motion. Gradually the feeling passed and she felt as
if she was becoming one with the bed, in near ecstacy from the sensations.
Every note of the music seemed to be alive and his hands glowed on her back.
She could feel the entire outline of his cock as her bottom expanded and
retracted. When he rose up and pulled her up on her knees, she spread her
legs and pushed herself onto his cock, feeling every hair of his belly on
her cheeks. Her orgasm came without warning, her ass clamping on his penis
as she cried out in shock.
She was in the punishment straps before she knew what was happening, trying
to clear her head as he deftly strapped her into the girdle with practiced
ease. The music had switched gears into a hard, insistent beat, and the room
swam around her as he laid into her bottom with the cane. She heard herself
screaming and felt the pain rising from her ass like a wall of flame as he
lashed her over and over. The cannabis was still running strong and she felt
the strangest sensation of being in pain but not having it overwhelm her.
The caning was not something done for play, it was agony, yet she heard her
own words in her screaming, realizing he had not inserted the leather bit.
She lay back in the straps and let herself pee into the basin, hearing her
voice pleading to the man over and over, ``please sir, please sir, please!!''
5. Clouds and rain
The man could see that the girl was losing control as he pulled her to her
knees to take her ass doggy style, luxuriating in the feeling of being in
a ten year-old girl's ass while stoned and listening to his favorite music.
He gave her no warning, wanting her to cum and break the rules, and shook
himself from his pleasure to get her in place and ready to be whipped before
she could begin to panic. As he slashed her ass with the cane without the
mouth gag, he kept the force in check, trying not to push her into such spasms
of pain that she would lock her teeth and hurt herself. He wanted her to
be able to speak, but a side benefit was being able to hear her unmuffled
screams, which somehow melded with the music as he stroked her to the beat,
twenty or thirty times at least. He was rewarded by her hunching her hips
and peeing into the basin in what he was sure was a voluntary act of wanton
behavior, and grinned in triumph as she pleaded with him.
He acknowledged her pleas by dropping the cane and swiftly pulling the girdle
off, squatting behind her like before and plunging his cock between her glowing
hot cheeks right through her asshole to the hilt, reaching around to support
her and stroking her pussy, still dripping. The girl very quickly fell into
a shattering series of orgasms, one after another as the music drove around
them, still yelling ``please sir, please'' and then falling off into yelps
and moans in time to her spasms. He controlled himself as best he could,
not wanting to cum yet himself, as the music cooled down into the pounding
dirge of the last two songs that signalled the end of the set. The pot had
leveled off into the start of the soft letdown stage, perfect for mindless
extended sex, and he stroked in and out of her bottom to the pulse of the
beat.
He unbuckled her straps and carried her to the bed, cleaning her pussy and
ass with a towel while she lay on her back, her body slack and her eyes nearly
empty. He sucked some water in his mouth and prodded the girls lips open
with his tongue, squirting the liquid into her mouth as he had done with
the powerful smoke, in a sensuous kiss. He rolled her over and squirted more
lubricant in her anus, then over on her back again, climbing onto the bed
and lifting her legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he
plunged into the girl's slick ass again. The MP3 playlist continued into
``Entreat'' echoing the songs from the previous tracks, and he fell back
into his mood of before, closing his eyes and drinking in the pleasure of
being inside the soft little girl, resting his head against her feet. The
girl was practically senseless during this time, but gradually began to pant
and moan again as his cock relentlessly pumped her ass, the lubricant warming
up and bridging their sensations together.
He let himself build to his peak, pumping faster into her, while her hands
gripped the sheets and her head fell back. She grunted and lifted her head
practically yelling ``please sir!'', as she had no hope of stopping if he
denied her. Instead, he urged her on, ``go, go!'' and pulled himself from
her ass, holding her thighs together and driving right into the folds of
her cunt, feeling her clitoris running in the groove under the head of his
cock. The girl thrashed about on the bed pulling the sheets with her hands
and tossing her head as he felt himself start to cum. He thrust between her
legs as hard as could, practically spanking her red cheeks with his pelvis,
and held himself in place as the first streak of cum shot out across her
tummy, the next arcing all the way up to her face, dropping on her lips and
chin. He spurted again onto her chest and dissolved into little shots and
dribbles that spotted the front slope of her belly and pubic mound as he
resumed his pumping action to finish himself off, smiling at her as he caught
the sight of her tongue licking her lips clean.
When he was satisfied he tossed himself on the bed by her side, and turned
his head to look at her. Her feet had dropped onto the bed with her knees
still in the air, one knee resting on his leg and the other onto the bed,
spread wide open with the soles of her feet nearly touching. Her face was
lost in a tangle of her hair and her hands still had wads of sheet bunched
into them, though they had gone slack. Drops of his cum speckled her tummy
and chest and broader patches were pooled in her lap. He circled her head
in his arm and they lay together as the girl drifted in and out of sleep,
the music washing over them, the girl heedless of her condition.
Not wanting to fall asleep, he roused himself and shook the girl awake, wiping
her down with a freshly-warmed damp towel, and then almost carried her into
her cell to prepare for bed. He worked out in the main room, stripping the
sheets and shutting down the music. He adjusted the climate control and opened
the room door to retrieve new sheets, moving the laundry hamper out for later.
He could hear the shower starting in her cell and decided to join her, feeling
a little sticky himself. She jumped when he opened the door, and looked unsure
of herself when he stepped in with her, but soon was soaping him with her
hands. He washed the girl in return, enjoying the feel of her soapy bottom
and pussy. He turned her around to wash her from behind and the girl stretched
herself in response, allowing him to run his hands from her thighs to her
neck in a sweeping curve as she pressed her bottom into him. After the girl
dried him off he retrieved the hair dryer and stayed to spread hand lotion
on her bottom while she worked. There were a few red patches that hadn't
fully faded, but overall he was pleased at her condition, given the thrashing
she had absorbed.
He instructed the girl to make the bed and finished clearing up, locking
the room door after bringing in a fresh supply of towels. Later he would
allow the girl to perform domestic tasks, the outside room becoming hers,
the cell nothing more than a bathroom. It had taken many weeks with the previous
girls before they could be trusted to tend to themselves, but he figured
this girl could be sleeping outside in a week, the threat of punishment being
sufficient to discipline her. He was already thinking about expanding the
chamber to add another cell, letting Crystal train a new captive they could
both use, and he smiled as he thought of an idea for her video selection
tomorrow. He thought maybe she could be led to enjoy abusing another girl,
and started to think about how old she should be and what type.
He pulled a single ankle cuff from a drawer, and attached one end of the
braided slender cable to the frame of the bed, pulling the girl onto the
bed and locking it in place. The cuffs he used for sleeping were cleverly
designed with combination wheel locks, which avoided the need to mess around
with keys. Sometimes he would cuff all their limbs, but he figured the girl
was in no shape to present a threat, in fact she didn't even seem to be aware
of his actions at the moment. Probably he could trust her to be free of restraints,
but he decided it would be good to start the habit of playing safe now.
The girl was already sleeping when he turned off the lights and climbed into
bed next to her. The sensual shower with the girl had aroused him, and he
considered waking her up and having her suck him to sleep, but instead he
shifted the girl over on her side, and used some lotion to moisten the underside
of her bottom cheeks and the top of her thighs. He cuddled up to her and
ran his cock between her cheeks, slowly thrusting back and forth while he
hugged her to him. The girl stirred and raised her head briefly, but soon
settled back down as the man feel asleep, his erection buried in the lips
of her pussy.
6. Take out
Crystal woke up early in the morning half clasped in the man's arms. Her
mouth was dry, and she pulled herself up to drink some water from a glass
on the side table the man had left. She felt the cuff on her ankle and tested
the cable, noting it was just long enough to allow her to move around on
the bed. It felt good to scrunch down into the bed, and she pulled the sheets
over her as she burrowed herself back into the man's arms to seek his body
warmth. She closed her eyes and curled up, hoping the man would let her sleep,
when suddenly she realized she needed to pee, and was cuffed to the bed.
Soon the urge dominated her thoughts, and she turned over to try and read
the time from the control panels of the various equipment in the room, finding
it to be just after 4 AM from a small green readout on a piece of audio equipment.
She wondered how long the man would sleep, and figured it would be at least
until 6. She knew it would be impossible to hold out that long no matter
how hard she tried. She lay back down to consider the problem.
The goal was to avoid punishment, her ass still sore from the many shots
she had taken the previous day. Being whipped was severely painful even if
he pulled his strokes, and despite the way her body had responded last night,
it was still an experience to be feared. She thought about the way she had
begged him to please her and blushed as she recalled her behavior. Turning
her thoughts back to the moment, there was only one choice that she could
figure out. Peeing the bed was out of the question, as she knew the man would
not pull his punches, and shuddered at the memory of the first whipping.
The ankle cable was much too short to allow her to reach the punishment basin.
So before she lost her nerve, she turned over and shook the man by his upper
arm. ``Sir, please sir,'' she said as the man snapped open his eyes, and
then moaned and shut them again, asking in a muttered voice what she wanted.
She couldn't think of how to respond, and he was sinking back to sleep, so
she squeezed his arm and repeated her plea. This time the man woke himself
up and raised himself up to look at her. ``What is it?'' he asked. She repeated
``please sir'' and raised her eyebrows as emphasis, and the man caught on.
``I assume you're positive you can't hold it,'' he said, and he bent down
to unlock her cuff, falling back on the bed to wait for her.
She quickly got up and went into the cell, the various lights on appliances
being sufficient to illuminate the room. She peed and cleaned herself and
got up to walk back to the bed as the toilet flushed, and was surprised by
the man as he met her at the door. He pushed past her, saying ``me too,''
and she walked back over the bed and sat on it to wait for the man. She heard
him flush and saw him walking through the room in the dim light. ``Lay down,''
he ordered, and as she complied he grabbed her ankle and locked it in the
cuff. He stroked her leg, kissed her on the knee and climbed back over her,
turning her to face him as he lay down and cupped her bottom in one hand.
He stroked her face with the other hand, pulling her chin up towards him.
``Listen,'' he said ``you can now speak when you need to. I'm sure you won't
abuse the privilege.'' She cast her eyes down, considering what this meant.
``Thank you,'' she offered, but he grabbed her by the chin again and spoke
a little sternly to her; ``Thank you sir.'' She quickly replied ``yes sir,''
and he grunted in reply. ``You're doing well,'' he said, ``but don't forget
your place. Suck me off now, quickly.''
She hadn't expected him to want sex at this late hour, but she fell to the
task, bending back over him, the ankle cable not being long enough to allow
her to stretch out. She was concerned that his cock was fresh from peeing
and grimaced a little as she sucked it between her lips, but the man had
evidently cleaned it off, and there was nothing but the usual neutral taste
of his skin. He was not fully erect when she started, but soon was straining
as she worked him over vigorously. She fell into a fast rhythm, licking over
the head of his shaft with her tongue as she pulled up, and then curling
it around the shaft as she sunk back down, sucking him back in. She felt
the man start to stroke her hair and bottom, and she massaged around the
base of his cock as she leaned over him. Within minutes the man was pumping
his hips up to meet her, and she felt the cock swell in her mouth, sucking
the cum as he shot into her. There wasn't very much this time, and it was
soon over, the penis softening between her lips. The man pulled her back
to him and rolled her over to face him, plumping the pillows and laying back
down to sleep, patting her ass cheeks a couple of times. Crystal thought
that meant ``good job'' and she smiled in relief, curled up in his arms and
fell asleep with his breath in her hair.
The next morning the man scrambled eggs for them, first asking her if she
could cook. ``No sir,'' she replied, never having the opportunity to do so.
``You'll learn,'' he returned, and she wondered if she was to become a captive
maid of sorts. He served her the eggs with toast and orange juice and she
relished her first hot meal since being in captivity. He cleaned up while
she sat at the table, wondering what would come next. ``I'll be gone all
day,'' he said as he washed up. ``I'm leaving you with tapes and a book to
read, and I enabled the remote.'' He moved her back in the cell and pulled
her down on the bed, just to play with her for a few minutes. She responded
in kind and sucked his cock again while he spread her open and applied more
Vitamin E cream inside. This time he worked his finger deeper insider and
rotated it around for while, and she felt herself breathing faster, a different
kind of pleasure spreading from her pussy. He ended their session with a
pat on her bottom and kissed her on the lips of her pussy before moving her
off him. He then kissed her on top of the head and locked her in.
The day moved quickly for Crystal, with the novelty of a book to read. The
book had a painting of naked women on the cover and was called ``Justine,
or Good Conduct Well Chastised''. She recognized the author's name from the
punishment tape the man had shown her, and she wondered what ``Marquis''
meant. She opened the book and read the introductory material, glancing through
the first pages, reading of the two sisters. She wondered how it would relate
to whatever torment the man would inflict on her tonight. She was grateful
for the additional privileges he had given her, especially the food, and
she noted she had two sandwiches again today instead of a pile of bread.
But her bottom was still sore from the long whipping, and she was in a wary
mood from the choking incident.
She put the book aside and noted that the plexiglass door over the TV was
ajar, with three tapes stacked next to it in un-labeled boxes. She opened
the door and put a tape in the VCR, and tested the remote, noting that all
the buttons worked as he had promised. She ran through the tape on fast forward
and saw it contained a movie called ``The Story of O''. She stopped the tape
and watched a sequence where a girl was tied naked between two columns and
whipped, while other scantily-clad girls and an older woman watched. The
scene was well filmed and she found it somewhat exciting. The second movie
was called ``Emmanuelle'', and she slowed down to catch a scene where an
oriental woman on a nightclub stage smoked a cigarette with her pussy, which
seemed to be impossible to the girl. The last tape was a compilation of scenes
involving one woman spanking and whipping another. All of the material involved
women either abusing or being loved by other women in part, and she wondered
how it could relate to this evening.
She read from the book for awhile, but grew bored with the old-fashioned
writing. She thought the main character was hopelessly naive, showing no
sense as she stumbled from one situation to the next, always being abused
by people from whom she expected kindness. She watched both the movies, and
was frightened by a scene where the girl named ``O'' was branded on the back,
just above her bottom, wondering if the man intended that for her. She decided
that it was just part of the movie; at least she allowed herself that hope.
The last tape she resisted, but after looking through book for awhile, her
thoughts returned to the scenes on the tape, and she watched while a very
pretty brunette girl was spanked, paddled and finally whipped by a blonde
wearing hose and high heels. The blonde woman was using a whip with many
leather straps, and although it made a loud smacking sound when it hit, no
damage was being done. In fact, the two girls obviously were enjoying the
play, the blonde spending more time feeling up the brunette than whipping
her.
She napped fitfully, not wanting to miss the preparation signal, trying to
work out how late in the day it had become. But she was awakened from full
sleep by the tone on the speaker, and blinked her eyes as she awoke straining
to see the lights above the door. One, she thought in relief, thankful to
avoid to painful enema procedure. But when she showered she used the squeeze
bottle anyway, just a little. She had pooped earlier and thought it would
be wise to clean inside a little to be sure of being fresh if he kissed or
licked her there. She shivered a little at her thoughts, and found herself
wishing he would lick her tonight. She thought about feeling herself in the
shower, as she didn't think the camera would be able to tell, but decided
that would be foolish. She didn't even consider how evil these thoughts were
anymore, and it didn't matter. She was here, he expected her to enjoy the
sex play, and there was nothing to gain by refusing.
She was full of anticipation when the door finally opened, and the man stepped
in. She started to walk out of the door, but he pulled her to him, fondling
her bottom and stroking her back. ``Hmmm, you feel delicious,'' he said,
``hungry?'' ``Yes sir,'' she replied, keeping her words to the minimum. He
had brought back Chinese take-out food for them, and it was already laid
out on the table. She only ate at school and the home, not having any money
of her own, and aside from the occasional fast-food treats from her friends,
had never eaten out. She relished the new tastes, especially the fried shrimps
in the sweet pink syrup. She found a hard crunchy tail in her mouth and didn't
know what to do with it, and he laughed at her. ``Spit it out, you don't
eat the tails, haven't you had shrimp before?'' She shook her head `no' and
pulled the hard parts from her mouth and blushed, feeling like a rube in
the city.
He asked whether she had finished the novel he left, and she shook her head
``no'' with a mouthful of food, alert to his mood. He said he would leave
it in her room, and she exhaled in relief, apparently safe from punishment
for the moment. ``What did you think?'' he asked, and she considered what
to say, but he helped, ``wasn't Justine silly?'' She nodded a ``yes'' and
he laughed. ``Did you watch the films?'' he asked, and she said ``yes sir''
in reply. ``If I told you to whip another girl would you enjoy doing it?''
She didn't know what to say to that, and cast her eyes down, feeling her
face blush.
``I'm considering making plans to expand this room,'' he said, taking her
by surprise. ``I'd like to add a big bathroom with a whirlpool bath off this
wall,'' waving one hand behind him, ``and move the exercise equipment in
there. Then you could sleep out here and another girl could stay in the cell,''
he went on, as if discussing minor domestic arrangements with a spouse. ``I'd
let you help train the girl, do you think you could handle that?'' Crystal
didn't know what to say, and just shrugged her shoulders in reply, thinking
of the implications of what he was suggesting. The man didn't say anything
more, glancing at her while eating as if trying to read her mind, which he
seemed to be able to do. In fact, her mind was in an untypical state of confusion
at the moment, and there would be little to read there.
``Wonder what sweet and sour girl would taste like?'' he suddenly laughed,
breaking the uncomfortable silence. Again, she didn't think it wise to say
anything in response, and her eyes went wide as he knelt in front of her,
stuck a finger in the sauce, and pulled her legs apart, transferring it to
her pussy lips as she giggled and hid her face in her hands at the unexpected
scene. She gripped the edge of the chair as he licked her lips clean, and
then repeated it twice more while her excitement grew, first from having
the sticky sauce spread on her privates and then especially from his tongue
as he worked to remove it. He raised himself up next to her and smeared a
nipple, taking more time than was needed to lick it off, sucking and teasing
the nipple with his tongue. She laid her head back, enjoying the soft sensations
and getting even more excited, as her nipple seemed to be wired to the parts
between her legs. ``Nice, but I'm not being fair, I should offer you some,''
he said, giving the nipple a kiss farewell.
He stood up and grabbed the carton of shrimp, stuck himself inside and pulled
out with his cock coated in sauce, a pineapple piece comically slipping off
as he moved over to her face, grabbing a paper towel which he held underneath
him. She cooperated by moving her head forward to meet him and slurped and
sucked his cock while he stroked her tresses. He then repeated the process
with the soy flavored sauce accompanying a noodle dish and she took her time,
first licking drips from the bottom of his penis, then running her tongue
along the shaft licking at it like a cat, finally engulfing it in her mouth
and cleaning it off. The man thrust a few times into her, then sat back down
at the table, smiling. Her mind was in a whirl from the implications of the
dinner play. It was as nice as he had ever been to her, aside from sex, and
the last little part of her moral side was shocked at how she had giggled
like a little girl when he licked her sweet and sour pussy.
After dinner they lay on the couch while the man watched the sports news
and flipped around the other channels as she played with his cock and wished
he would pleasure her. She sensed the evening was going to be easier on her
sore bottom than the previous day, given the playful dinner and the present
relaxed mood, but she remained on guard. The man settled on the Playboy channel
for awhile, and she felt his cock while he watched five attractive girls
with breasts that were too stiff to be natural pretend to whip each other
in a phony dungeon set. She thought the scene was pretty silly and wondered
how they would like being punished for real. She imagined herself with the
cane striping their asses as they begged for mercy, and the thought excited
her somehow, reminding her of the scenes she had watched today.
The man ignored the television for awhile and turned her around to lie on
top of him, playing with her ass and licking between her legs while she sucked
and teased his cock with her hair again. He moaned when she pressed it her
hands around his cock and worked the hair up and down, but told her to take
it easy, that he didn't want to cum yet. Crystal wanted to cum very badly
after the day she ha
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