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AWAKENED TO A NIGHTMARE (ped, bdsm, abuse, incest)
BY JENNIFER SLYE
I woke up to something damp and stinky being put over my mouth and nose.
It seemed like there was more than one person in my bedroom with me, but
it was hard to tell. The only light came from the street lights outside
through my room s blinds. I also couldn t tell very much about what was
happening because as soon as I tried to breathe in, I started feeling
funny. Sort of fuzzy, all over. A couple of more breaths through the
thing over my mouth and nose and I blacked out.
*******
I woke up again feeling cold. I tried to reach for my blankets but my
arm felt trapped. My body jerked and I felt that all of my body was
somehow held down. I felt something under me like a thinly padded table
and my arms and legs were stretched out wide away from my body. I tried
opening my eyes but could see nothing. My eyelids brushed against
something over my eyes. I tossed my head to try to get it off but it
wouldn t move.
Our little treasure is waking up! I heard a woman s voice say. Something
bothered me about that voice but I was too scared to figure it out.
So I see A man s voice responded. I felt warm hands moving across my
chest. It was this touch that led me to realize that most, if not all,
of my body was undressed. His hand touched my small breasts directly,
running over my nipples. I felt the contact like it was electric. I
tried to pull away from him, but I couldn t get anywhere.
Mmmm, now the fun can start! The woman s voice said. I felt another,
softer hand stroking up the inside of my right thigh.
I tried to talk to them. My tongue could move and my voice could make
noise, but my mouth wouldn t move. It was wide open and I couldn t close
it. I could breathe through it, though. I pushed my tongue against my
teeth and felt cold metal holding my mouth wide open. My attempts to
speak came out as a mess of sounds which didn t sound like they meant
anything, even to me.
Yes, it can. Agreed the man s voice. I felt his fingers close over one
of my nipples. He started to squeeze it, rolling it in his fingers like
a button.
I d played with my nipples a few times and knew that this could feel
good. I was scared, though, and didn t understand why it was happening.
I cried out wordlessly as the fingers started squeezing tighter. I felt
the pain of this and my voice went higher.
Sweet little body on this one. Breasts just starting to form. The man
continued, ignoring my whining complaint of his treatment of my nipple.
I felt his other hand against my other nipple. I squirmed, but my body
was going nowhere.
And look at this cute little pussy! Just a hint of hair around it. The
woman s voice said. I felt her touching between my legs and knew then
that I was completely naked in front of them. She was touching my cunny
lips. Her soft fingers were stroking the folds of my body, stroking
lightly, touching the spot where I had just begun to have hair in the
last few months.
She s twelve, you say? I thought she d be a little more developed at
this age. The man said. His fingers alternately pinched and rolled my
nipples. My response to this was to gasp and whine, depending on which
he was doing.
Girls develop at different rates. I was still flat as a boy and hairless
at thirteen. The woman replied, her fingers working between the outer
folds of my cunny now. I felt them inside where only my own fingers had
been. They started to feel of my little button. I couldn t help it, the
touch started my hips to moving.
Eager, isn t she? The man laughed, his fingers suddenly clamping down on
both of my nipples and holding them.
Mmmm, yes The woman s voice drifted off, as I felt something wet
touching my little button. I guessed that it was her tongue. I was
shouting through the thing holding my jaws spread. Shouting at the man
because he was hurting my nipples. I didn t mean to be thrusting my
cunny into the woman s face. I didn t!
That s right, little slut, shove your cunt into your new mommy s face.
Get your pussy licked by the best! The man said.
I heard a phone ring in the distance.
Damn, well, that will be you know who. The woman said, her mouth leaving
my cunny.
Yes, we ll have to leave this for later. You go get it, and remember how
we practiced it.
The man s hand left my nipples and I heard them move away. A heavy door
swung shut as I heard the woman saying Hello? Yes, this is
The closing of the door cut off the rest of what she said. I heard a
bolt being clicked into place, then nothing besides the sound of my own
breathing.
I pulled hard at my bonds. I screamed. I tried to roll off of whatever I
was tied to. None of it worked. I stayed where I was and only worked up
a sweat and made my mouth dry.
I felt wetness between my legs. It must have just been from her mouth.
That s what I kept telling myself.
*******
I must have slept. I woke up to the clicking of the bolt on the door. I
tried calling out, but my voice was hoarse and my throat dry. All that
came out was a small croaking noise.
I heard breathing, fast and heavy, and movement by someone wearing
clothes. I felt soft fingers running over my cunny and breasts. Like the
woman s but touching me differently. More like they were afraid of
breaking me. Soft lips kissed my nipples, then licked the dried sweat
from them. I twisted in my bonds, still trying to speak to whomever it was.
I felt a mouth on my widely stretched jaws, the tongue wet against my so
dry one. I felt fingers at the side of my head, then a pulling at my
teeth. The metal thing was lifted out of my mouth.
I closed my mouth for the first time in I don t know how long. I worked
my tongue, bringing a little spit up to swallow.
I felt something at my lips. I opened them, closing them around a straw.
My first attempts at getting water through it ended with half of what I
drew running over my dry lips. This moistened them well enough to allow
me to get a better seal around the plastic and drink a couple of large
swallows of water.
Who are you? Why are you doing this- A hand clamped over my mouth to
silence me. It stayed there as fingers again felt of my cunny.
This time they weren t treating me as though I was fragile. They were
fingers that knew how to touch, like the woman s, but I didn t think
this was the same one. The other hand stayed over my mouth as my cunny
was deliberately teased my cunny lips and button. The mouth returned to
licking, then sucking my breasts and nipples.
I squirmed, but couldn t get away from this intimate violation. I had no
desire to be here, but no power to leave here or stop this woman from
doing what she wanted to do.
I felt my cunny getting wet. I didn t want it to happen. This was not my
own fingers doing this, but someone else s hands doing to me what I did
to myself sometimes.
I moaned against the hand over my mouth. I wanted her to stop it. I didn
t want this to be happening. My moaning only made her suck harder on my
little nipples, making them stand up as her mouth moved from one to the
other, then back again. Her fingers moved faster and more insistently on
my cunny, her thumb rubbing my button. My hips lifted under her hand as
they often did when I touched down there.
The delicious explosion that happens when I rub myself happened from her
hand, leaving me ashamed. As I moaned loud and long against her hand,
she bit my nipple, making the explosion harder than I had ever felt alone.
As my moans died away into whimpers she took her hands away from me. I
heard the rustle of clothing, then some sort of damp material was being
pushed into my mouth. I tried to push it out with my tongue, but
something was tied over it even as I attempted to come to my senses.
A woman s voice, different from the first, whispered in my ear. I hope
you enjoy the flavor, you ll be tasting a lot of it in the future. The
voice sounded familiar, but I was scared and confused.
Those are my panties that you made me get wet in just now when you came
on my fingers, little slave girl!
*******
She had left me, then, alone in my blindfolded darkness. I cried. I
cried from the shame of what was in my mouth. I cried from the shame of
what she d made me do. I cried because I was scared.
I cried myself to sleep. I woke up to hands on my body again. The man s
hands, once more on my small breasts.
Waking up again, little slut? Have a nice nap after your orgasm? She
really did your pussy right, didn t she? But we can t have you getting
attention only from the ladies. You have to learn to service me, too. He
said, continuing to abuse my nipples.
One of his hands left my breasts. I heard the sound of a zipper and the
rustle of clothing. When he next spoke, his voice was huskier.
Yeah, sweet little cunt with tiny little tits. Gonna have to learn to
take cock in all your holes. You are still a virgin, so it will hurt a
lot at first. I m gonna love that. Gonna love shoving my big cock here
into your tight little cunt. Raping your cunt hard.
He pinched and pulled at my nipple as I squealed into the panties in my
mouth.
Suck on those wet panties, cunt. You are going to get your fill of pussy
licking and cock sucking, I promise you that. I ll make you suck me
while your ass is being whipped and spanked. I ll spank and whip your
ass while you lick cunt.
His hand switched to my other nipple, this time he dug his thumbnail
into it. I thrashed as much as the bonds would let me, my body
perspiring in the stress.
And when your ass is nice and red I m going to rape it, too. Shove this
hard cock up your tight little ass while you scream and beg and plead.
Oh, sweet cunt, I m cumming!
His fingers pulled hard on my nipple as I felt something hot shooting
across my face and chest. I was crying, sobbing, and screaming into my gag.
He left me with the stuff drying on my skin. It itched as it dried and I
couldn t scratch. All I could do was cry and struggle as the itching got
worse.
*******
The women returned. I heard the lock click this time.
Oh, would you look at that! He left his cum on her, tied up like she is!
I hate when he does that to me. It always itches so badly and you can t
do anything about it!
I do, too, but by now the itching is over with. It s time to start our
pet s training. She needs to learn to pleasure us and class is in session.
Okay, are you sure you want me to go first?
She s your present, dear, you get first crack at her. The first woman
giggled in an evil way. I didn t know what the joke was.
I heard clothing rustling, then someone climbing over my body. The thing
around my head was untied, then the panties were pulled from my mouth.
Who are you! Where am I- My words were cut off in a scream as something
burned along my left inner thigh.
Shut up, slut! You will use your mouth for what we tell you, when we
tell you and nothing more! That was just a love tap. You ll feel much
worse if you don t learn fast enough to suit me!
I felt warmth and dampness brushing against my mouth. I wasn t certain,
but had an idea what it was.
You will now start learning to please a cunt with your mouth, little
slave whore. Begin licking and listen carefully to the instructions you
are given.
The warmth and wetness of the other woman s cunny descended upon my
mouth, I tried to turn away, disgusted.
Another burning pain along my right inner thigh was my reward.
LICK THAT CUNT, SLAVE! The woman screamed at me.
I stuck my tongue out, tasting the other woman above me. I heard her
moan. I blushed in shame.
Get your tongue in there, yes, lick me like that. The woman above me moaned.
I licked across the folds of her cunny tasting something a little sweet.
It wasn t the flavor that made me want to stop, though, it was what I
was doing, where I was licking.
Now, stick your tongue inside. The woman on top of me said. When I didn
t immediately follow through, she must have given some signal.
Both of my thighs were suddenly suffering under more strikes from
whatever the first woman was hitting me with. I screamed against the
lips of the cunny pressed to my mouth.
Get your slutty little tongue in there, like licking ice cream out of a
cone! I did so, tears soaking into the blindfold over my eyes. I felt
the woman s cunny squeezing against my tongue and she rubbed back and
forth over my face. She moaned loudly.
Yes, like that. Good little slave girl, lick into my cunt deep!
I kept going, to avoid the whipping that happened to my body when she
wasn t getting her way fast enough.
Now my clit, lick it with that little tongue of yours. She said,
shifting. I felt what must have been her button brush my lips. It was
bigger than mine ever got. Lick my clit, then suck on it, baby.
I licked the button. I had no choice. I licked it, listening to her
moans getting faster and louder.
Suck it, suck me now! She pressed her button hard against my lips. I
closed them around it, doing what she wanted. Harder, suck harder!
I got another whipping across my own cunny as she said this. I sobbed as
I tried sucking harder on her button.
Oh, god, yes! I m cumming on her face! YES! She said, grinding her cunny
lips and button down on me. I felt wetness from inside her on my cheeks.
Very well done, little slave cunt. For doing so well, we are going to
give you a little reward. The first woman said. I felt something cool
and hard, like plastic, placed to my cunny and button. I heard tape
being torn from a roll, then the thing was taped over my cunny.
It will be a shame to loose what little pussy hair she has when that
tape comes off, but she ll grow more.
The woman on top of me climbed off the table. I could still smell her
and taste her on my lips.
The thing taped to my cunny started to vibrate. I heard them leaving as
the door closed and the lock clicked.
The vibrating on my cunny was worse than the itching. It went on till I
was nearly going to explode, then stop. The first time this happened, I
thought the batteries or whatever it used had run down. It started up
again shortly after I cooled down.
Since they had left my mouth free I started screaming, then begging and
finally just sobbing and moaning. I kept getting close to exploding and
the vibrations would stop. I thrashed in my bonds time and again, but
nothing would make it stop teasing me like this.
I could feel the wetness from my own cunny running down over my bottom,
making a puddle on the table underneath me.
I heard the lock click. I heard someone coming in.
Please, make it stop! I tried to beg. Soft fingertips, smelling like the
cunny of woman who had ridden my face pressed to my lips for silence. I
twisted my hips, I needed to explode or for this to stop. She had to
understand.
It s driving me crazy! I said, my voice a hoarse whine. The fingers
pulled away and I was slapped, hard, across my face for continuing to
speak. Her hand closed over my mouth again, holding it still.
I felt her fingers pry up a corner of the tape across my cunny. I wasn t
prepared for what happened next.
I d perspired and wetted the tape, which may have only made it stick
worse. After she got a corner of the tape pried up, she yanked the rest
of it off in one motion. I screamed under her hand as I felt my few
cunny hairs being ripped out with the tape. My screams finally eased
into sobbing.
At least the plastic thing wasn t vibrating against me anymore. Instead,
it was her fingers. They worked at my very wet cunny a few moments until
I moaned urgently into her hand, wanting the release she d given me before.
Her hand tightened over my mouth as her fingers stroked my button fast.
I started exploding then, hard, harder than even before.
I was still exploding as her hand left my cunny then slapped down on it,
hard and fast. Not once, but many times. The pain made the explosion
hotter still. My hips arched and my legs strained. I couldn t escape the
pain being given to my cunny and I couldn t stop exploding.
She did stop, though and my body sagged. My head was swimming. I didn t
understand any of it. It was all beyond me. Or I was beyond it. I just
lay there as she took her hand away from my mouth.
I felt her lips against mine, then a trickle of water. She was passing
cool water from her mouth to mine. I was so grateful for the water that
I didn t mind how it got to my dry, hoarse throat. I swallowed as she
let more and more of it into my mouth.
She finally ran out of water and she kissed me, her water-cooled tongue
against my own. This was what I d heard described by some older girls as
French kissing . Her tongue pressed against mine.
When she broke the kiss I didn t try to speak. I was still recovering
from all that had happened. I felt her tugging at the bonds across my body.
Don t talk. Don t even try unless you are told to speak. Just nod or
shake your head for now. Do you need the bathroom?
I don t know how long I d been on the table, but her question brought up
a sensation I guess I d been too confused to think about before now. I
nodded. I did need to go, badly.
She continued to undo the things holding me to the table. My body, then
my legs, then my arms were free.
Stand up. She ordered. She had to help hold me up as I swayed on my
feet, legs wobbly and stiff. She pulled my arms behind me and I felt
cold metal on my wrists. She snapped handcuffs closed around them.
She then put something that felt kind of rough and stiff around my neck.
When she attached something to it, I figured out what was on my neck. A
collar. She tugged on the thing attached to it. A leash.
I tried to take only small steps. I couldn t see where we were going.
But she kept tugging on the leash. I had to walk where she told me,
trusting her not to have me bump my shins or stub my toe on things.
She made me stop after we d walked a distance. Long or short, I don t
know since I was still trying to take baby steps.
Squat down. She pressed on my shoulders. I did so, cautiously. I
squatted until I was sitting on my heels.
You are over a drain hole, you can go now.
I started to speak, but remembered her slap and stopped myself. I slowly
shook my head. How could I go with a stranger watching me?
You will pee, or you ll stay where you are until you do. Time is on my
side. She said, matter-of-factly. I tried to think of a way to tell her
I needed to be sitting on a toilet. I tried to tell her I needed
privacy. My bladder had other ideas, though. It needed to go, modesty
wasn t an issue for it.
Hanging my head and blushing, I felt my bladder start to empty. I heard
the pee flow down a drain and smelled the odor of the strong urine my
bladder had held for however long.
Good little slave. The woman cooed to me.
The humiliation of being made to pee in front of her brought tears to my
eyes.
I finished and wondered how I would wipe. This problem was solved when
she started spraying my body with warm water. She held the leash tight
as I twisted away from the stream, rinsing my entire body with it.
Spread your legs, slave girl.
I did as ordered and felt her spray the water between them. The soreness
there and on my thighs reminded me of both the whipping and her spanking
my cunny.
She was eventually satisfied with her rinse of my body and led me,
faster this time, to some other area.
Get on your knees and crawl forward. She ordered.
I knelt carefully on the cold floor and then crawled forward on my
knees. I felt cold metal as I leaned to first one side, then the other.
After I d crawled far enough for her, the woman clanged something metal
behind me.
The floor beneath me had changed from cold concrete to something spongy
and warmer feeling as I had crawled. I felt around with my head and
shoulders. I found that something was over my head, like bars. More
metal bars seemed to be around me. I was still collared, blindfolded and
handcuffed, and now apparently in some sort of cage.
You ll find a blanket in the corner. The woman said as I heard her
footsteps moving away.
I found the blanket and with some difficulty got it over most of my body
as I lay on my side on the spongy surface on the floor of the cage.
Eventually I slept.
*******
I had not been alone in the house when whoever these people were had
kidnapped me. My parents had gone out, but had left an older girl,
Meredith, as a babysitter. I d protested, but they had insisted that
someone a bit older be in charge. I had to wonder what had happened to
her. Had she been captured, too?
My sleep had been dreamless. I had also slept rather heavily, as the
next thing I knew I was being pulled from within the cage by the collar
I still wore. The pulling was choking me so I tried to follow along as
best I could.
I was pulled out of the cage and left kneeling on the concrete while the
cage door closed with me outside of it.
Playtime, little kitten! The voice of the first woman sang out. I felt
hands undoing something behind my head. I hoped she was taking the
collar off.
Instead, it was the blindfold. I blinked as the padded thing was taken
off, the world was very bright after so long in total darkness. I
blinked as I tried to get adjusted to the light.
I saw her for the first time. The first woman who had been so cruel to
me. I say that I saw her, but her identity was still hidden to me. Half
of her face was hidden behind a black rubber mask. It molded to her
features, leaving her mouth and nose exposed, but had just a cut out for
the eyes. Her eyes were blue and sparkled with something other than joy.
Blonde hair spilled out of the mask in back. Her nose was long and thin,
like a knife and her mouth echoed the cruelty she d already used on me.
She grinned, looking on my naked body in ways that made me not want to
look at her face.
Looking at her body wasn t much easier. Most of it was exposed by the
little clothing she wore. She had on a black leather corset, like the
ones you see in pictures of old-time women, laced tight to her body. It
held up her large breasts, the nipples of which were hard and long.
Below the corset her cunny was trimmed into a heart-shape. There were
suspenders attaching the corset to black stockings that entered into
high-heeled knee-boots. Her arms were bare and her fingernails were
painted blood red.
Getting an eyeful, slave cunt? She laughed. I blushed and put my head
down, staring hard at the floor.
I wasn t expected to answer, I guess, because she started pulling on the
leash, forcing me to hurry up and crawl after her or be dragged. My
knees felt sore and I was perspiring by the time she led me through
various rooms to one other.
In this room, Meredith was bound and gagged naked over what looked like
a padded saw-horse. I was led around the thing to see her backside. Her
bottom was striped with welts that crisscrossed and looked quite
painful. Judging from the way she was moaning she was still feeling the
pain from the whipping that had done this.
The woman stroked Meredith s bottom, causing the girl to jerk and
whimper into her gag. The woman suddenly slapped Meredith right on her
cunny, which stuck out behind because of the way she was bent. Meredith
screamed into the gag, her body jerking against her bonds, then went limp.
As you can see, we have your little friend here, Julie. The woman said.
I looked up at her, suddenly. Yes, we know your name. Meredith has been
quite helpful, telling us all kinds of things. Of course, we have had to
encourage her. The woman laughed, stroking Meredith s enflamed bottom
lewdly.
Please, don t hurt her! I cried out, forgetting the instructions that
had been drilled into me. The woman slapped my face hard, knocking me to
the floor on my side. She pressed the gritty sole of her boot against my
lips.
You aren t very smart, slut slave. You have been ordered repeatedly to
be quiet! The woman screamed at me. Maybe we ought to make Meredith here
pay for your stupidity. Shall we do that?
I shook my head as much as her pressure against my mouth would allow.
She pulled her foot away and I spat out bits of gritty crud that had
been pressed between my lips by her boot sole.
The woman strolled over to a shelf and took down a large, slightly green
banana. She then walked purposefully back toward Meredith s exposed
bottom and cunny.
I imagine you are hungry, little slave pussy. Do you like bananas? She
held up the fruit. I nodded, my stomach confirming that I was very
hungry indeed.
Meredith likes bananas, too. In fact, she likes anything she can fit up
her slutty little cunt, don t you, dear? The woman stroked Meredith s
cunny as she said this, causing the girl to buck and writhe in her
restraints. Her fingers came away wet. Meredith craned her neck, looking
over her shoulder at us. I saw tears rolling down her cheeks.
The woman took my leash again and I barely got to my knees in time to
follow as she circled Meredith again. She sat down on a chair placed
directly in front of Meredith. The woman spread her legs wide, giving us
both an obscene exposure of her own wet cunny.
You might wonder why Meredith is so wet. It is because of a drug we
injected her with. She has been constantly horny since we injected it
and she ll stay that way for another few hours. Do you recall the
feeling the vibrator gave you, Julie? How it would get you really,
really aroused, then stop? Well, that s what Meredith is feeling now.
Only even when she can cum, it doesn t ease off, does it, Meredith?
Meredith shook her head, her tears falling steadily down her cheeks.
Would you like to help your friend ease her pain, and get something to
eat, Julie?
I nodded, hesitantly, knowing that nothing was going to be easy with
this woman. The look of anguish on Meredith s face, though, made my
heart go out to her. I could go hungry, but I knew some of what she must
be feeling.
Then, all you have to do is eat all of this banana. If you do, I ll
inject Meredith with a drug to make her sleep, so she can t feel the
drug making her so horny. If you fail to eat the entire banana, though,
I ll be injecting her with a double dose of the drug that is tormenting
her now. She will be in total agony from unfulfilled lust for the next
day and a half. Deal?
It couldn t be this easy. I knew I could eat that entire banana. What
was the catch? I nodded, waiting to find out the bad news.
The woman slowly peeled the banana, the smell making my mouth water
immediately. It was a firm, long, banana, just short of being ripe. She
peeled the skin all the way off.
Then she lowered the banana between her legs and slid it into her cunny.
It slid most of the way in easily, then she had to shift a little to get
more of it in, leaving just a little bit sticking out.
The point was clear. To save Meredith I would have to eat the banana
from this woman s cunny in front of her.
My face was hot with the humiliation of what I was about to do, but I
shuffled over on my knees, anyway. I lowered my head between this woman
s thighs.
I bit off the first bit carefully, the part sticking out of her cunny. I
chewed and swallowed. Then I had to start using my tongue to help get
more of the banana out. I heard the woman moan as my tongue worked
around the fruit, licking and probing her cunny.
Mmmm, yes, you are getting to be a good little cunt-licker. Don t you
think so, Meredith? The woman put her hand in my brown hair and pressed
my face closer to her cunny, rubbing her button against my nose. I ll be
you wish I d stuffed this banana in your cunt, don t you? You see,
Julie, Meredith confessed to wanting to have sex with you ever since she
started babysitting you a year ago.
I couldn t see Meredith, but I heard her sobbing. I had worked out
another bite of banana and so I took it into my mouth, bit, chewed and
swallowed it.
She likes that tight little butt of yours, Julie, and your cute little
tits. Oh, yes, get your tongue in there!
I tried to ignore what she was saying. It couldn t be true, could it?
The woman s cunny was getting wetter, helping the banana to slide out
easier. I remembered the way the woman who had ridden my face had
squeezed her muscles tight when I had sucked her button, clit she d
called it. I had an idea.
I started licking the woman s clit, making her moan louder. A little of
the banana was squeezed out on its own by this. I stopped licking to
nibble off a bit more, gulping down the fruit before attacking her clit
again.
The licking was working good, so would sucking do more? I tried it. Yes,
you little slave cunt, suck my clit! The woman s fingers were pulling my
face hard against her and I felt more of the banana slipping out,
bumping against my chin. I broke off from sucking long enough to get
this part into my mouth before she forced me to return to sucking at her
clit.
Oh, fuck, so fucking good! She groaned. Meredith this girl s mouth is
pure heaven!
I flicked the tip of my tongue against the tip of her button and sucked
hard at the same time. The woman screamed, cramming my face against her
clit and cunny even as the last half of the banana slid out and fell to
the floor.
I guess the woman exploded as her wetness flooded out with the banana,
coating my face. She slumped back, letting go of my hair.
I finished the rest of the banana in two bites, turning to look at
Meredith as I chewed and swallowed the last of the fruit. Her teary eyes
were wide open, staring at me.
I was happy that she would get some relief, but humiliated that she had
been witness to what I had just done. I choked down the last of the
banana and hung my head, the woman s wetness still dripping from my chin.
*******
The woman did indeed inject Meredith with another drug. After a few
moments I saw her entire body relax in her bonds. I sighed, hoping she
would be at peace for a little while.
I wasn t left in peace, however. The woman brought me to another room.
This one had a really weird chair in it. I was made to stand, then sit
down on the chair. After so much time on my knees it was a relief to be
able to sit. The relief didn t last long.
The woman pulled my legs wide, strapping them into stirrups, forcing my
cunny into a totally exposed position. The back of the chair was then
lowered till I was half-reclined in it. She took off the handcuffs and
strapped my wrists to railings at the side of the chair. The leash on
the collar was locked to the headrest on the chair, ensuring that very
little of me could be moved.
I wanted to ask what all this was for, why I was being treated this way,
but knew the reply would be a hard slap to my face. I d tasted that dish
twice and had my fill of it.
We are not going to hold language and anatomy class, Julie. You will be
asked questions for which it is necessary for you to speak. You are
permitted to answer the questions asked, not ask any of your own unless
I instruct otherwise. Do you understand?
I nodded, not sure if this one required that I speak, hoping I hadn t
made a mistake. She seemed satisfied with just a nod at this point. She
turned to a wall and rolled down a screen, then wheeled out a slide
projector, just like the one at school.
She dimmed the lights somewhat, then turned on and focused the
projector. She then moved down between my legs, drawing up a rolling
stool where my now hairless cunny was spread. Using a remote she cued up
the first slide.
It was a close up of a woman s cunny, with hair around it. I was
shocked, seeing an image of a cunny so large and in full color on the
screen.
This is what doctors term the vagina . You are not permitted to use that
word. You are, for the rest of your life, a slave slut. As a slave slut
you are to call this a pussy, cunt or fuckhole. If you get caught
calling it anything else, especially childish euphemisms, you will be
severely punished. The woman said, her hand resting against my cunny.
She rubbed it slightly as she continued with her lecture.
You have already demonstrated some skill in pleasuring a cunt, but you
will get even better. She clicked the remote and the next slide appeared
on the screen. This time, the woman on the screen was holding her cunny
wide open. She was pink on the inside, her button exposed as were the
inner folds.
Here you can see the major structures of the exterior of a cunt. The
clit, she stroked my button for emphasis, making me squirm, the lips,
both inner and outer, she shifted to stroking the area she was lecturing
on, and the actual love canal itself! Her finger entered my cunny
partway, making me whimper when it felt like she would tear away
something inside.
When you lick cunt, you should concentrate on the lips first, licking
the outer lips until a woman is thrashing and dripping. She began to
demonstrate on my cunny, licking the outer lips. I gasped as I felt her
tongue on me again.
Please, don t let me get wet again, please. I don t know who or what I
was praying to. Anything to save me from being made wet by her again.
My prayers went unanswered. Instead, I felt the shiver her tongue was
driving into me shoot up my spine, arc across my nipples and then back
down to my button. My hips began to jerk in small motions.
You see, now, don t you? Then you spread her lips and lick her inner
lips. If they are long enough, you take them in your mouth and suck on
them. She continued to demonstrate on my cunny.
I started to moan as her tongue played with my inner folds. I could feel
the wetness leaking down my bottom.
Then stuff your tongue in her hole as deep as you can go, move it in and
out slowly, then faster and faster.
My hips wouldn t stay still as she did this to me. My fingernails dug
into my palm, I pulled at my bonds. I tossed my head from side to side.
I tried to fight the feelings, but couldn t.
And then you attack her clit. Tongue first, then wrap your lips around
it, suck it. Suck it harder. Finger her hole while you suck her clit and
she ll be gushing on your face all night long!
The woman never got to stick her finger in me. By the time she sucked on
my button I was screaming in the midst of an explosion.
And most importantly, you will always address me as Mistress! She said,
looking up from between my legs, my wetness glistening on her chin and
cheeks. You are a slave, a slut, a cunt, and any other thing I or anyone
else wants to call you. You no longer have a name other than the one we
give you.
The woman who wanted me to call her Mistress stood up and moved to a
tool chest in the corner. She took something out and was smiling with a
wicked gleam in her eyes when she came back.
What is your name? She asked.
Juli- I was cut off with slap across my small breasts.
You are slut-cunt. Nothing more until I tell you. That s one demerit.
She reached out with something metal and I felt sudden pain from my
nipple. I looked down at it to see a shiny metal thing clamped down on
the little nubbin.
Now, what is your name?
s-slut-cun-t I choked on the words, but said them. They were only words,
right?
Her fingers started to stroke my wet cunny at this. Even though I had
recently exploded, the touch still felt very good. I relaxed into it as
it distracted me from the throbbing in my nipple.
And what am I touching?
My cunny.
She clipped a second of those metal clamps on my other nipple, bringing
me out of my relaxed state, gasping at the sudden doubling of my pain.
You are very slow to learn, slut-cunt! I hope you paid better attention
to the anatomy lesson than that, or it could get very painful for you.
Her fingers once more rested against my cunny lips.
What is this?
M-my cun..t I managed. The word sounded dirtier than cunny. I didn t
want to be calling a part of my body that, but I didn t want more pain,
either.
My reward was a stroking between the lips, her soft fingers teasing the
folds, rubbing wetness that seemed to have increased over my button.
And this?
It was hard to think with her stroking my button. My hips were beginning
to move again under her touch. What was the word?
Her fingers started to squeeze it. Pleasure, turning slowly to pain shot
through me. My clit! My voice squeaked out.
She continued to stroke my button, or clit for a time, having backed off
the squeezing of my clit with a slight pout. My cunny, or cunt, was
beginning to drool wetness again. I moaned because I couldn t stop
myself from doing so.
I felt her finger touch my bottom hole. She was still rubbing my clit
and the touch there made my hips lift even more. I arched my back and
moaned louder.
A slap to my cunt brought me back to listening. I said, what is this called?
Her finger was still against my bottom hole. I tried to recall, through
the stinging in my cunt lips what she d said about it during the
lecture. I racked my brains but still couldn t recall.
Well?
M-my bottom hole?
Her finger, lubricated by the wetness that had dripped from my still wet
cunt thrust hard into my bottom hole.
You stupid little slut, it s an ass hole! It is the hole in your slutty
little ass made so you could shit and have it fucked!
B-but that wasn t in the lecture!
Mistress grabbed one of the clamps on my nipples and pulled, twisting. I
screamed as I arched my back, trying to lessen the pulling and
stretching of my tender little nipple.
No, I didn t, because I thought you d be smart enough to know THAT
simple of a term! Stupid slave-cunt! Her finger continued to jam deep
into my bottom, or ass hole. Then she began to pump it in and out. She
shifted her grip to the second of the clamps, yanking harder on it,
keeping my nipples screaming in agony.
Suddenly, the finger was withdrawn. I felt my hole close up after it,
still burning at the sudden, painful violation.
I can see that you will need some time to learn your place, slut-cunt.
Mistress said. She got out a few more items from the tool chest.
She hooked a pulley over my body to a hook I d not paid attention to
before now. She then ran string through the pulley. She then tied the
string to the two clamps on my nipples.
She next took one of those massagers they sell at GNC and tied the other
end of the strings to it s handle. She let it hang, the weight of the
massager pulling the clamps on my nipples.
She made some adjustments so that the head of the massager just touched
my cunt lips. She clicked a switch and the massager started to hum. It s
vibrations were tingling against my cunt lips and passing up the string,
over the pulley and being felt in the clamps on my nipples!
I started to cry hard, then. The vibrations felt so good against my
cunt, and sort of in my nipples, but there was pain, too. I squirmed,
causing the massager to rock away from my cunt and twist the clamps on
my nipples. I struggled against my bonds, wanting the clamps off of me.
More bumping of the heavy vibrating massager and more pulling of my nipples.
Mistress made an adjustment to the slide projector and it started to
cycle through some other slides. I was washing in pain and occasional
pleasure as the slides were displayed.
As I fought against myself to not move, the massager came to rest
against my cunt again while I watched the scenes on the slides.
A woman, maybe Mistress, forcing a girl s head into her crotch while
lashing her back with a whip.
A man whose face was not seen shoving his thing into a tied up girl s body.
Mistress, wearing something on her hips that looked like a man s thing,
pushing it hard into another woman s bottom.
A candle, dripping hot wax down on a young girl s breasts.
There was more, but my hips moved, trying to feel more of the vibrations
and I screamed as the rocking of the heavy massager again twisted and
pulled on my nipples.
I sobbed in pain and again fought my body under control.
*******
When Mistress returned I was a mess. My body was covered in a sheen of
sweat from alternately thrashing as I felt pain and the effort to hold
my body still when it wanted to move. My cunt was as wet as possible and
there was a puddle of the wet under my ass.
She pressed the massager against my cunt, pulling on the clamps on my
nipples, but forcing the vibrations right into my clit. I screamed in
pain but exploded at the same time, my body thrashing and my hips
humping against the vibrations. The pulling of the clamps on my nipples
only working to send me higher and farther.
I was as high as I could go when she yanked the clamps from my nipples.
She laughed as I crashed down into a painful darkness.
*******
When I woke up, I was blindfolded and still in the chair. Someone was in
the room. My nipples were sore, but no longer clamped.
Would you like something to drink? The man s voice said.
I nodded. I d done a lot of sweating and felt like I could drink a
swimming pool about now.
Then beg for it.
Please, let me have some water.
Whom are you begging?
I was confused, who did he think I was talking to? You.
He pinched both of my nipples hard. My name, to slave-cunts like you, is
Master!
I groaned under the pain on my sore nipples. P-please, Master, let me
have some water!
There is no me for you, slave-cunt. Try it again!
Please, Master, let slave-cunt have some water! My voice was hoarse as
his fingers had started twisting my nipples for my errors.
Much better, slave-cunt. His grip relaxed and left my breasts. A straw
was placed to my lips and I gulped down water until it was taken away.
Enough for now, slave-cunt. I know you ve had some education in
pleasuring by Mistress. Let s see if I can help you understand better
how to please a man, now.
I heard him move in front of me and heard some rustling of clothing. I
felt warm flesh touching my cunt. Hard, hot flesh.
This is a cock, little slut. Hard and erect. A pity that you can t see
it, but I m sure you ve seen the pictures Mistress showed you.
I remembered the pictures. I realized where he was and what was rubbing
against my cunt lips. I tried to twist away, but the straps still held
my legs in the wide-set stirrups.
You ll see it plenty, up close and personal when I m teaching you to
suck it, but for now, I want to end your ignorance of penetration.
No, please, don t rape me!
He slapped me three times, back and forth across my face. Wrong attitude
little slave whore!
I sobbed from the pain and the impending, inevitable taking of my
virginity. I felt the rounded tip of his cock at the entrance to my cunt.
Beg for what you know you want!
I hesitated. Wasn t it bad enough I was helpless to stop him?
Pain as his fingers crushed my abused nipples. BEG, CUNT!
P-please, Master, rape slave-cunt I broke off, sobbing in humiliation
and pain.
I had no time to think about more. His cock was surging forward into my
tight cunt. It felt huge. It felt like a log. It was forcing its way
inside a space it couldn t possibly fit.
I felt my cunt being torn open, ripped apart. I screamed and thrashed
and pulled at my bonds. He laughed and thrust harder.
I felt a tearing inside of me. He must surely be ripping me apart. He
was killing me with his cock.
There, now you are no longer a virgin. Now to open up your sweet, tight,
little-girl cunt!
He thrust again, more of his cock ripping into me. I thought it must be
endless. How much did he have inside of me? How much more would he push in?
He grunted as he humped, driving even more in. I finally felt something
against my ass. He started pulling back, only to slam in again.
You are being fucked, slave-cunt. Fucked for the first time in your
cunt. If you think this hurts, wait till I use this cock on your ass!
He was killing me with his cock. I d be dead before he could do anymore
to me, surely.
I was sobbing, crying, the tears soaking into the blindfold. I felt his
cock hammering into my cunt over and over.
Slave-cunt, whore, slut He called me these things on each thrust.
He started to repeat them, louder, his voice gruffer, thrusting faster.
I felt wetness in my cunt around his cock. His cock seemed to grow
thicker and longer.
Flooding your cunt with cum! He groaned.
I felt his cock jerk inside me, then jets of warm stuff were flooding
me, oozing around his cock as he held it deep inside of me.
As he finished, he pulled out. I could feel the stuff oozing out of my
cunt, dripping onto the chair.
Enjoy her? Mistress voice asked.
Yes, you know I love raping the cherry out of a girl. Too bad we can t
sew her up so I can take it again. Master chuckled.
We might try it sometime, She purred, but now that you ve filled her
little cunt with a load of cream, I think it s time her friend got a
chance to do some of that pussy licking she said she wanted to do on
Julie-cunt s pussy.
Master chuckled, So she gets to eat the slave-cunt she s been lusting
after at last, eh?
Yes, Mistress purred, you do want to stick your tongue up your little
friend s cum-filled cunt, don t you, Meredith?
I heard Meredith s still gagged whimper. I wonder how much of my
violation she d been witness to.
I m going to ungag you, whore, then you are going to eat all the cum out
of her pussy without saying a word. You know the consequences if you
fail to follow orders! Mistress said. I heard a leash-chain jingle in
response.
I then heard a gasp for air as Meredith s gag was removed.
And you, little slave-cunt, will be voicing enough for both of you. I
want you to talk dirty to Meredith here, telling her where to lick you,
how much you want her to lick you, call her names. If not, Mistress hit
my nipples with something that felt like fire across them, I shrieked, I
ll be here to encourage you. Begin, you little whore!
P-please, Meredith, lick my cunn..t.
An arc of fire struck my breasts again.
Please, Meredith, lick slave-cunt s cunt!
Better, but you will call Meredith whore-slut from now on. Get your
mouth on her cunt, now! The last was to Meredith and a sound of leather
striking flesh told me Mistress had hit Meredith somewhere. Meredith s
answering cry was smothered in my cunt.
After the battering my cunt had taken from Master s cock, her tongue
found me to be very sensitive. She was gentle, though, licking up the
stuff that had oozed out of my cunt first.
Yes, whore-slut, lick slave-cunt s asshole. I said without enthusiasm.
My lack of emotion in saying it earned me a warning tap across my nipples.
Lick slave-cunt s asshole, please, whore-slut! I was crying from having
to say these filthy things. Meanwhile, her tongue was doing just that. I
tried not to think about the sensation and it s effect. I didn t want to
be feeling more wetness coming out of me from this.
My hips wriggled. Meredith s tongue was now licking my cunt lips clean
of whatever had come out of Master s cock. Oh, whore-slut, your tongue
feels so good! I was more sincere as this was true.
I heard leather tapping at wet flesh, but it wasn t striking me.
Whore-slut s cunt is getting wet from licking the cum out of slave-cunt.
Mistress commented. Wiggling her little ass as I tap this crop against
her whore-hole.
Keep it up, I ll bet we can get her hot enough to cum from the crop on
her cunt alone. Her face looks so slutty covered in cum and cunt-juice.
Master suggested.
Meredith s tongue sank deep into my ravaged cunt and I groaned,
thrusting my hips against this much more gentle intruder. Yes,
whore-slut, lick deep into slave-cunt, lick up all that stuff.
Cum, slave-cunt, it s called cum. Mistress corrected, still tapping her
crop against Meredith s cunt. She must be striking harder, because
Meredith was whimpering into my cunt as she licked.
Yes, lick that cum from slave-cunt s cunt, whore-slut! Get your tongue
in deep! I wiggled my hips into her face.
Meredith was doing so, her tongue going in and out of me. I felt my cunt
squeezing down around her tongue, clamping down on it as my hips bucked
and thrashed.
Now suck slave-cunt s clit! I ordered. Meredith s lip wrapped around my
clit and she sucked. I started to explode and heard her moaning, the
vibrations from her lips as she moaned shooting through my clit and
making me explode all the more. The wet slapping of the crop on her cunt
was now an almost steady, loud series.
Whore-slut came nicely from having her cunt lips cropped! Mistress crooned.
Yes, she did. I think we should do this to her more often. And
slave-cunt came, too. Master observed.
I was panting, exhausted, hoping I d be allowed to rest for a bit. At
least for now, my hope would be followed through with. Mistress and
Master took Meredith with them as they left me to rest in the
blindfolded dark.
*******
Time had lost all meaning. It was as if I went from torment to torment
at the hands of these people and in between I slept or was blacked out.
I don t know how long I was allowed to rest, but I was awakened by soft
fingers teasing my cunt.
You are awake. It was the voice of the second woman.
I nodded. I wondered why she only appeared when I couldn t see, but didn
t have long to wonder.
My friends have introduced themselves to you as Master and Mistress. You
can call me Owner, for you are my property. They brought you here for my
pleasure.
I took this in silently. Her voice seemed familiar, but so did all of
them. Her fingers were distracting me, though.
Your poor little cunt has been so cruelly used, but it turns me on to
see it done. Don t you think that s sick?
I wanted to agree, but was afraid to. All of this was sick.
No matter whether you agree or not. You are mine to use and abuse as I
wish. Owner suddenly squeezed my clit, causing me to gasp. Are you
beginning to get turned on by the pain? I hope you are, a little. But I
also want you to remember that you are a prisoner. The pain isn t of
your choosing, but ours. Mine. I want you to be turned on, but hate it.
She was doing a good job of getting her way. Her squeezing had turned to
rubbing again and my hips were making little humping motions, thrusting
against her as I lay back, gasping.
Your friend, whore-slut, likes the pain, doesn t she? She came while
Mistress was hitting her cunt. I like that about her, but it s not the
same as with you. She s such a little whore that she ll take everything
and keep hoping for more. You come, but want it to stop, but it won t
stop unless I want it to. Owner whispered in my ear, She licked my neck,
below the ear, her fingers now sliding into my sore cunt. Two of them
began to move in and out as her thumb kept rubbing my clit.
Tell me truly, do you hate what I m doing to you?
Y-yes, Owner.
But your pussy doesn t hate it, does it?
No, Owner.
Good girl. Good girl-slave.
Her fingers began to move faster, her thumb rubbing more insistently,
knowing just how to rub to keep me going higher.
Beg me to let you cum, slut-slave!
P-please, Owner, oh, please let slut-slave cum!
Her hand pulled away, my hips tried to follow, humping empty air. I
groaned with frustration, right on the edge of exploding. Of cumming.
Owner s laughter faded with her footsteps as she moved away.
P-please .Owner?.. I was crying into the blindfold, wishing she d come
back and let me cum. I hated her for making me feel this way. But I
wanted her to come back so badly. I hated myself for feeling this way.
*******
I was like that, alone, aching for something that never came for some
time. I don t know how long. With nothing better to do and all the
stress I had been under, I dozed. I was awakened to a slap on my cunt.
Wake up, slave-cunt! Mistress voice demanded. I blinked, able to see
again. Mistress wore a black leather hood that covered most of her face.
Her eyes burned with bright madness from behind it. Time for more fun
and games!
She put a dog s choke chain around my neck and snapped a leash to it
before releasing me from my bondage.
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