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CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK 3 (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)

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[ 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 had spent, and wished he
would stop teasing her behind and get down to business. Once he stuck
his tongue deep inside her, and she was glad she had cleaned it
carefully. The move came as a surprise, and was over too quick for her
to appreciate, but it left her even more excited. ``I've got something
you might like,'' he said, ``you seem to be in the mood,'' and her
senses went on alert, wondering whether pleasure or torment was next. It

turned out to be both.

7. Riding the sky

The man was enjoying lying on the couch with the girl, examining the
contour of her behind, her pussy lips curving up to from his chest to
meet her bottom as she lay on top of him teasing his cock. He looked
closely at her structure, admiring the way the parts fit. Her clitoris
was at attention as usual, he chuckled to himself, almost forgetting she

was ten. The knob was buried underneath the hood, which rose from a
depression between the top of her lips and just swelled past them, about

an inch long. Her inner lips started from just where the hood ended,
melding together in a little ridge that disappeared under the hood. He
traced them up with his finger tips as they curved above the upper lips
just slightly before merging together just behind her hole. There wasn't

a wasted bit of skin, everything was clean and symmetrical, and he
thought to himself that he couldn't have designed a more attractive
pussy.

He placed a finger on either side of her opening and pulled the flesh
apart, giving him a view of the area where her hymen had been removed.
He noted there was no scar tissue left, just a pink ring of new flesh,
and wondered if he should advance his plans. No, he thought, give it two

more days, then I can spend a full weekend inside her well-healed pussy.

But he saw no harm in using his tongue, and pulled her hips up to him,
working it in as far as he could with his nose smashed against her
asshole. He was pleased at the taste of it, only a little musty from her

excitement, and noticed her anal ring was squeaky clean as well. The
ridged skin covering the muscle radiated out from the center and was an
attractive pink color. He noticed that the foremost part towards him
ended in a vertical slope that formed the front wall of a little pocket
between the ass and the merger of her pussy lips, and he stuck the tip
up his tongue in there, licking up and tickling a little ridge that ran
from her anal opening, while the girl moaned in response.

He decided she was ready for tonight's special toy, and popped her on
the butt a couple of times to move her off. He noticed her glance at him

as he left her sitting on the couch, something she hadn't done up to
now, always keeping her eyes cast down unless he prompted her. He was
very pleased that he not used her freedom to speak yet, but obviously
the girl had accommodated herself to their revised relationship, and was

being a little less passive. He welcomed the change, but thought that he

had better remind her that he enjoyed tormenting her as well. But not
tonight, this was for fun, provided she didn't overstep her bounds. Or
mostly fun, he thought, depending on her tolerance for pleasure.

He had acquired a Sybian device some years back, and had modified it to
suit his games. The device was a black semi-cylindrical saddle, with a
soft rubber insert running along the top manipulated by a motor inside
the saddle. The insert attachment vibrated in a circular motion, and
could be replaced with versions including various dildos. Both the
intensity of the vibration and the rotating motion could be controlled
with speed knobs. When the Sybian was running the dildo would whirl
around inside the vagina, while the soft pad vibrated against the
clitoris. Some women loved the expensive device, and some thought it was

too intense. He wondered what Crystal would think when she was through
with her extended ride.

The saddle was too tall to suit the smaller anatomies of his captives,
and he had mounted the device in a hole cut in a plywood platform. He
could adjust the height of the saddle with respect to the girl on the
platform by moving retention bolts on steel brackets. He added a steel
T-bar to the front with wrist restraints that forced the girl to sit
leaning forward a bit, pushing her clit into the vibrating insert. On
either side of the saddle he had installed leather straps that were
buckled over the girl's calves just behind the knee, locking her in
place. He added coated foam rubber to cushion her legs. Behind the
Sybian he mounted a leather-padded stool that was designed for him to
sit on, just at the right height to allow his cock to fit underneath the

bottom cheeks of the girl riding in the saddle.

But what was really special was the rubber insert he made, first carving

the design into hardwood and then making a mold from dental stone for
the plastic compound. The insert had a trough channel in the top
designed to fit his penis, which ran underneath her bottom. The front of

the insert was a raised cup to accept her clitoris. He had molded in a
pocket leading to the cup to accept the tip of his penis, and there was
a hole at the end of the pocket that terminated inside the clitoris cup.

If he could stand the sensation, he could run his penis head through the

channel into the pocket as he came, and the cum would squirt out of the
hole to splash her clitoris from behind. It was so intense he often had
to pull out after the first squirt and finish between the insert channel

and the girl's pussy lips and bottom, but he had cum several times in
the past few days, and thought he might be able to manage to flood her
clit good tonight.

He opened the door to the room, being careful to enter the combination
out of the girl's sight, and pulled the setup out of a wall cabinet. He
had mounted a chair caster on one corner so he could tip it up and roll
it, and he noticed the girls eyes grow wide as he pulled the heavy rig
into the room, setting in down on the carpet in front of the bed. He
locked the door and grabbed lubricant and towels from the kitchen, and
after getting everything ready, motioned the girl over. He patted the
bed next to him and the girl obediently sat, her eyes running over the
device in front of them, no doubt wondering where she fit in. He usually

smoked pot in the evenings, and knew the smoke had the right effect on
the girl after the previous night. This time she readily sucked it in
while he exhaled into her mouth, the smoke softened by being in his
lungs first. They remained kissing after the last puff, the girl's hands

busy on his cock while he stroked her hair. He left her on the bed to
put on some music as she closed her eyes and let her head fall forward,
the strong weed affecting her right away.

The girl fell into him when he returned to sit on the bed, and he spent
some time kissing her soulfully as the initial waves of the high washed
over them and the girl played with his cock some more. When the pot
leveled off a bit, he picked her up and sat her down on the saddle,
adjusting her lap to fit just right on the insert. The girl's eyes were
wide as he clamped her wrists into the restraints and fixed the straps
behind her knees. He checked again to make sure she couldn't move her
clitoris out of the soft rubber cup of the insert, and squirted some
lubricant under her hood. He then climbed on behind her and lubricated
the insert channel, and ran his cock between her bum cheeks to make sure

of the fit. Perfect, he thought.

The arrangement allowed him to rock back and forth on the stool, hugging

the girl from behind. He could easily pull his cock out of the insert
when the sensations were too intense, allowing him to let his erection
be squeezed up between her bottom cheeks. He wished the girl had large
breasts he could play with in this position, but he had to satisfy those

urges with the local escorts he often paid to fuck him with their tits
as he lay back and gripped the flesh in his hands. Can't have
everything, he thought, but at least this girl had some tangible nipples

to tweak, as opposed to the flat chests of his last three captives. I'll

have to get a fat little one next time, he thought, thinking again of
the pleasure of having Crystal train a new girl.

He placed his penis in the insert channel and ran it back and forth into

the receiving cup, already throbbing from the unique feeling. He
switched on the Sybian and turned up the vibrating control mid-way,
scrunching up his face at the tingling sensations from his cock, turning

it down just a bit. He could retract when he needed to, but the girl was

stuck in place to take whatever he dished out. As the soft, lubricated
rubber cup started vibrating under the girl she gasped and gripped the
T-bar, grimacing until he turned down the speed. He turned up the
rotation motion just a little, the machine oscillating a cam he built
inside the insert that added to the sensation. It was like being sucked
by a vibrating girl. he thought, as the girl's pussy lips quivered on
his shaft. He leaned forward and hugged the girl, laying his head on her

shoulder and running his hands over her belly and nipples as she began
her ride, panting softly as the sensations from the machine started to
hit her. He reached down and turned both controls up just a fraction,
and settled himself into her, moving his cock in and out of the
vibrating pocket of girl flesh and lubricated rubber.

The girl lasted no more than five minutes before starting to become
agitated in his embrace. She was making little mewling sounds and
panting, and he heard the ``please sir'' just about when he expected.
``No, you will not cum until I say, and I will not be gentle with the
whip.'' ``Yes sir,'' she replied, and set her teeth, obviously trying to

think about something other than her pulsating private parts. The pot
was making it difficult for her to concentrate, he thought, I'll help
her a little. In truth he did not want to interrupt his comfortable
position by having to go through the long process of punishing and
cleaning the girl, then setting her up again for the machine. So he
grabbed her nipples and tugged them forcefully. The girl squealed in
pain, forgetting her pussy for the moment, and he let her alone again,
cupping her tummy and focusing on his own pleasure. When he felt her
building up again, squirming on the seat and groaning for release, he
let her have it again, pinching the nipples and pulling them up and
around, enjoying the feel of the little bulbs between his fingers as the

girl cried out.

The third time the girl was in distress she opened her lips and almost
said something. He decided to let her cum, since he didn't want to hurt
her nipples, and whispered ``go'' in her ear. He thrilled to the feeling

of her bucking in his arms as she came over and over, her moisture now
coating his cock as the tip ran under her vaginal canal entrance. When
her spasms subsided he was rewarded by her moans as the machine
continued its work. She quickly was taken over again and began to cry
out this time, ``oh, oh oh!!'' as her poor clit was mercilessly
assaulted in the vibrating cup. This time her orgasms didn't stop, and
he had to pull out his penis to avoid going over the edge himself,
letting the throbbing cock cool down a bit, springing up between her
bottom cheeks as her body started to break out in a sheen of sweat. He
grabbed a towel next to them and wiped her down, the distraction
stopping her chain of orgasms for a moment.

But the machine was relentless, and soon she was back in its grip,
cumming again and again and starting to squeal and moan as tears flowed
from her eyes. ``Please sir!'' she cried, obviously meaning for it to
stop, not for permission to cum. ``Don't speak!'' he ordered in
response, and settled his cock back into place to let another wave build

for himself. The girl tried to keep control for a few minutes, but was
soon crying out again, grunting and moaning and wheezing for breath. He
felt himself starting to cum and gripped her tummy tightly, holding his
cock back in the saddle until the last moment, and then plunged his head

into the soft rubber pocket, trying to hold out as long as he could. He
could feel his cum start to pump into the cup surrounding her clitoris,
and wished he had placed a video camera for the sight of it squirting
out around her hood. The feeling of the cum splashing her inflamed clit
plunged the girl into a hard orgasm, and she bucked underneath him, all
of her muscles tense. His cock tip was aching from the vibrations, and
he couldn't stand it anymore, pulling out to let his spent penis ride up

her ass crack, simultaneously reaching beside him to crank both control
knobs up.

Now the girl's nub was being vibrated and swirled in a cup of his own
cum mixed with lubricant, and she was practically screaming, desperate
for relief. After a few minutes more of a continuous series of orgasms,
she was screaming for real, and he turned the control knobs to the
maximum position, the Sybian humming loudly. Her reaction was nearly
immediate as the rubber insert whipped her pussy lips, and she went
slack in his arms as he held her to keep her from collapsing forward. He

pulled her head back and brushed her hair from her face with one hand,
and saw that her eyes were still open but un-focused, her mouth open and

drooling. Looks like she's had enough he snickered. He was concerned
that she had suffered some kind of seizure, but recalled a similar
reaction from the previous captive. Just burned out from endorphins, he
thought.

He turned the machine off, and unbuckled the restraints. The girl had
regained a semblance of consciousness, but was a rag doll as he lifted
her from the machine and lay her on the floor. She lay there in a pile
of limbs, staring across the floor at nothing, starting to moan again,
but softly. She didn't react in any way when he wiped her off with a
damp towel and cleaned her pussy, noting the area around her clitoris
was glowing a soft red. He washed the insert in the sink, finally
wheeling the contraption out of the room. When he came back he kneeled
on the floor next to her and moved the hair from her face. Her eyes had
closed and she was wearing a slight stupid grin, breathing normally
again. He left her on the floor and used the bathroom, scrounged around
in the kitchen for some of the leftover Chinese, and took another hit or

two off the joint. When he went back over to her she was still in the
same position, not asleep, as he could see when he rolled an eyelid
back, just senseless. He lifted her up and placed her on the couch,
lying next to her and enjoyed feeling the heat from her body as the pot
kicked in.

It was at least a half hour until the girl stirred and rolled over next
to him, and he kissed her lips and little pug nose for awhile, stroking
her hair and back. ``Sir?'' she said, ``can I go to the bathroom sir?''
the first complete sentence she had spoken. He told her to wash herself
in the bidet as well and brush her teeth. While she busied herself in
the cell, he turned off the MP3 player and turned on the TV, and she
came back to the couch and lay next to him without being asked, clearly
out of it. He was too comfortable to mess with the restraints, and let
her slip into sleep. He eventually clicked the TV off as the Playboy
channel repeated the programming of earlier that evening. Nothing on but

re-runs these days anyway, he thought, and fell asleep daydreaming of
girls in a dungeon, his arms around the spent girl with his cock between

her bottom cheeks.






    

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