My Second Slave, Part 1
by Jake Baker

I took a bit more time in selecting the next woman to be the recipient
of my tortuous lusts. I decided I had to have someone just right.
Jamie, the teenage cunt I had just tortured to death, had not lasted
as long as I had hoped she would. This time, I'd go slower. Introduce
only a little pain and humiliation at a time. But if I were to be so
painstaking in punishing this bitch, I'd have to choose her carefully,
lest I get bored with my prize. The woman would have to have a great
body; she'd also have to be much more resilient, both physically and
mentally, than Jamie was. For this reason, I knew that I was looking
for an adult, say 25-35, this time.

I spent weeks in the neighborhoods around my home, looking for the
perfect woman. As none were forthcoming, and I was beginning to
realize that local girls caused a stir when they came up missing, I
turned my attentions elsewhere.

Now, there are many places in the world to find beautiful women. But
no one place quite so much as Sweden though. (I would have chosen
Germany, but for some doubts I had concerning its population density.
I wanted my search to be relaxing, not taxing). Speaking Swedish
helped make that decision for me.

Preparations took longer than I expected. I had to charter a private
plane, from a person who would not ask questions about my return
cargo. Such people are hard to find, but money connects well. However,
it was still three long weeks before I departed. Easing the pressure
off my cock was important. The evening before I left, I decided, for
several reasons, to go have a little fun.

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I found her at a bar. She was nice. Real nice. Twentyish, she had a
nice, tanned body and ghostly gray eyes framed by auburn hair moussed
up in a series of waves. The tight blouse she wore silhouetted her
obviously ample breasts, and her jeans fit well over her ass. She was
a swinger, and looking for a good time. You know, I've always thought
bitches shouldn't have a good time, and I'd soon teach this one that
lesson.

By the time I saw her, and made my way up to the bar next to her, she
had more than a little to drink. She was an outgoing woman, and the
alcohol loosened her tongue, as well as her morals. Either that, or
she was used to going home with strange guys, as she took my much too
sloppy bait, asking her if she needed a ride home.

She said yes, stupid bitch.

I drove her out onto some flat pasture land. She was becoming sober,
and grew suspicious. I told her it was a shortcut.

When I stopped the car, and told her to get out, she refused. The
sight of a gun appearing in my hand must have sobered her up, for as
she slowly got out of the car and walked into the field, her gate was
steady, and alluring. I wanted to see her walk naked.

"Stop," I said.

Her back to me, she did so.

"Take off your pants, panties and shoes."

When she was nothing but still, I told her to do it, or I'd kill her.

"But its cold and wet out here," she complained. For such a nice body,
she had a squeaky voice.

"I don't care. Do it,"

She did. Slowly. Fearfully. First, she took off her low-heeled shoes,
freeing her nicely shaped feet. Now, I'm not a foot guy, but her feet
were nice and narrow, like fine steak. Her toes were small and
rounded. Next came her jeans. They slid slowly off her ass, revealing
white panties, then down past her creamy, shapely thighs; hesitantly
bunching below her calves at the ankles.

She paused, so I prompted her, "Now your panties. I wanna see your
ass."

Her white panties came down slowly from her thin waist. The sight of
her bare ass caused by prick to swell up and bulge against my pants.
Her panties slid down her legs. She bent over at the waist to get them
off, and I had a great shot of her pink pussy. But she paused before
pulling them all the way off.

"Take them off!" I yelled. She slid her delicately arched feet out of
her panties. They lay scrunched up beneath her feet. Now from the
waist down she was bare to me, and I took out my Polaroid and snapped
a few shots of her naked ass and long tan legs. "Good. Now walk!"

She stumbled away from her discarded clothes and took mincing steps
onward, further into the empty pasture. "No, bitch," I snarled, "Walk!
Take long strides!" She did so. I saw her bare ass wiggle as she
moved, her legs sweeping over the ground, her bare feet getting dirty
on the moist soil. I took some more Polaroids. She was starting to
whimper now, small sounds that barely escaped her chest. "What are you
going to do with me?" She asked in a timid voice.

"I'm gonna rape you, cunt."

"Stop. Good. Now turn around," She did, and I gazed into her face, her
eyes wide with fear, brimming with tears. "Please don't do this..."

I snapped some more pictures, then put the camera aside. "Take off
your shirt."

I had to slap her when she didn't comply. Then her slow, shaking hands
undid the collar buttons, and she took it off, sliding it over her
head like it was the last time she'd ever wear clothes.

When it was off, I took it from her and tossed it away. Her breasts
were ample, as promised, and firm. They looked like plump, juicy
melons. She tried to cover her nudity with her arms, but I shooed them
away. She was being very submissive now, not resisting at all. Damn. I
thought this'd be more fun.

"All right, Candy," for that was her name, "I'm gonna fuck you now.
I'm gonna fuck your mouth, and your delicious pussy, and your asshole.
And I want you to beg for it..."

The buck naked woman looked at me in terror. "No," she mouthed, but I
reached out, grabbed the back of her auburn hair, and tugged fiercely.
Her head came back with a snapping sound. I got my face real close to
hers, and said, "Your gonna beg me to rape you, or I'm gonna kill you.
Do you understand?" She nodded mutely. "Good. Then get down on your
knees and beg."

I shoved her head down, and her body collapsed around it, so she was
off-balance, on her knees at my feet. Tears covered her eyes as her
choked voice said. "Fuck me, please." She looked at me reluctantly.

"Not enough, bitch. Repeat it till you convince me." I was enjoying
myself now. I hoped this little fuck-toy I'd snagged knew what an
honor it was being raped by a pro like me.

Candy repeated that phrase, "Fuck me," over and over. She sensed that
it wasn't working, so with a cracking voice, she added, "Please rape
me. Stick your cock into me. Make me yell and beg but please rape me
=85" Tears choked off the rest of what she was going to say.

I looked down at her. She was quite a sight. Nice tan body highlighted
by the full moon, quivering slightly from fear. Her ripe melon breasts
swayed a little with her trembling, and her flat nipples were all
pale. Somehow, that last part annoyed me.

"OK," I sneered at her, "You've convinced me. I'll do you a favor and
rape you," Her eyes held an equal amount of terror as my smile held
sarcasm. "Stretch out on the ground. Spread your arms. Spread you legs
... no, wider, I want a good look at your pussy. Now, don't you dare
move, or ..." I waved my gun at her meaningfully. "No, open your eyes.
I want to stare into them as I rape you,"

She was quite a sight, laid out on the bare ground, buck naked. The
position of her arms and legs made her look like a big X. Her breasts
bunched up on her chest, like two mounds of perfect, wiggly Jell-O.
Her pussy was a slit into her body, pink, not hairy, but surrounded by
light brown hair.

Watching her carefully, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid off my pants.
My cock was throbbing. The bright blue vein at its edge pulsed with
excitement. Pre-cum started to shove its way through the slit. My
balls hung low, hot in the night air, and they throbbed. I rubbed them
a little as I contemplated what to do next. After all, I had all the
time in the world. Candy wasn't going anywhere.

I decided Candy's flat, pale tits needed to be worked first. I stood
over her, then knelt down above her belly, so that my balls brushed
her belly-button. My fuck-toy moaned and turned her head sideways. An
evil thought brushed my mind, "Candy darling," I cooed in mock
affection, "why don't you hum something to keep you busy. How bout ...
'All I Want for Christmas'. And don't stop until I tell you to."

Off key, broken humming escaped Candy's throat through her sobs. Candy
was a good girl. Although she interrupted the melody with her screams
a few times that night, and needed to be reminded a couple of times,
she hummed all the while I used her body for my pleasure. In
retrospect, I think she would have made a good slave. But c'est la
vie.

As she hummed, I moved my hands in position to cup her breasts. They
were as smooth as silk. I hunched down over them and stuck out my
tongue. Gently at first, I slid its moistness over the rough surface
of her nipple. She moaned once, but when I moved my hand and encircled
her neck (which was also smooth), she continued humming. The words to
"All I Want For Christmas" started dancing in my head. "Candy," I
whispered, "I'm gonna give you your Christmas early."

After licking her nipples so that they were erect ("Now, that's much
better!"), I slid my body down hers. My cock made its sticky way past
her belly till it rested on her pubic region.

The head of my cock throbbed as it edged against the slit of her cunt.
Balancing on one hand, I used the other to turn Candy's face upward,
so that I could look into it as I invaded her body. "Open your eyes,"
I screeched quietly, and she did. Their gray was hazy with tears.
Holding her chin firmly, my face mere inches from hers, I moved my
aching cock into her cunt.

Her tunnel was dry and tight. The heat of her trembling body flowed
through the head of my dick as it slid into her slit. Candy made a
gasping sound, but I shoved her jaw upwards, so all she could do was
gargle. (She gargled so prettily too. I wished I had gotten that sound
on tape. Sometimes at night, if I'm not listening to other tapes or
some poor wretched girl screaming, I hear that gargle, and my cock
becomes so hard, I can hardly stand it).

The shaft of my penis now forced its way into her. Pressing her head
against the ground, enjoying the painful expression on her gargling
face ("Hum, bitch!"), I started thrusting, building up a rhythm,
feeling Candy's slick body move in tempo with mine. I had to take my
hand from her face to keep my balance as my thrusting became violent.
With her jaw free, Candy started to scream. I let her, enjoying the
music she made. No-one was around to hear.

I concentrated on feeling the loose flesh on the sides of my cock
slide up and down as I pounded into her. She was squeezing her cunt
tight against my cock. That must have made it more painful for her.
Obviously, the girl had been fucked before, but not often, and not
hard. I let my concentration wander to my balls, which slapped against
her asshole with each thrust. She tried to move her right arm, but, in
time with my intense strokes, I lifted a first and pounded it into her
arm. It went limp again.

Eventually, Candy stopped screaming and produced only moans, a mixture
of pleasure and pain. Mostly pain, I hoped. I started to slow my
stroke. Her tunnel was getting ripped by my cock. I could feel my
member rub the sides of her pussy tunnel raw. Soon, I was going to
cum, but it was far too soon yet. I wanted more.

When I pulled out of her, and stood up, my cock glistening with her
bodies stolen juices, the little bitch tried to curl up. I kicked her
in the gut, but had to bend over to forcefully pry her limbs apart
again.

"No," she whimpered, "Please, I can't take anymore..." Drool escaped
form the corner of her mouth. I picked it up on my forefinger and
tasted it. It was sweet. I looked down at my hard on. If anything, it
was bigger than before, and quivering with energy. I was just getting
started.

"But I thought you said you wanted me to rape you!?" I said with mock
confusion. She whimpered. "Yes, you said that all right, downright
begged me to. So I'm gonna fulfill your wishes. Aren't you a lucky
girl?"

I kneeled down next to her and started to feel up her body. It was
soaked in sweat. Apparently, I'd fucked her harder and longer than I
thought. I stroked her with the tips of my finger nails, up one side
of her body, down the other. Then I encircled her breasts, and
lingered on her still-erect tits. She moaned like the whore she was
while I did all this to her. "There, see?" I said, "I know you want
more. Your body's asking for it."

I knelt over her belly again, like I had before, and put the palms of
my hands on her breasts. I started pushing. They flattened nicely, and
the pressure of her tits against my hand was exquisite. Candy groaned.
I let them up, then repeated the process. I must have lost myself in
the exercise. What seemed a long time later, I finally stood up. Cum
was slowly oozing from the tip of my cock, and I waited till it
resided. I rubbed the stuff that had escaped on Candy's whimpering
face. The white highlighted her tan. I slapped Candy's cheeks till
they were beet red. My hands made nice painful sounds against the soft
of her flesh. Now my fuck-toy's face was red and white and tan. Real
pretty.

After a bit of stretching and walking around (after all, I was getting
tired!), I knelt by her head again. Using one hand's fingers to kneed
her breasts (I can't emphasize enough how nice they were, especially
now with the red marks they were getting), I told Candy about the next
step in tonight's entertainment. Though to be honest, I was feeling
philosophical.

"Candy, I'm sure society has taught you what love is. Well, society's
wrong. There's no such thing as love. Only pleasure and pain. Darwin
was right - the strong survive. And since I'm strong, and your weak,
it has to be my pleasure, and your pain."

Fallacious logic, to be sure, but why waste anything better on a
woman, especially one you were fucking?

"With that in mind, I brought you out here to rape you. Unfortunately,
I'm a hard man to satisfy. Your not a very good lover, though you do
have an exquisite body," I squeezed one of her tits hard to emphasize
the point. Her grunt told me she was listening.

"So, Candy, without further ado, I'm going to fuck you again. But
since I've already used your pussy, I'll have to use another hole
instead.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

She didn't answer, but started rocking her head back and forth, going,
"No, no, please..."

"Oh, Candy, don't degrade yourself. You know by now begging won't work
with me,"

I stood up. My cock swelled again. It pulsed and I almost orgasmed
standing there. I stroked it a little to ease the tension.

"Now, Candy my little slut, I'm going to let you move. Roll onto your
stomach. That's a good girl. You know, you have nice firm ass cheeks.
Now pull your knees underneath you and spread them apart a little. No,
wider. Good girl. Stop that whimpering! And who told you to support
yourself with your arms? Move them back. No, you aren't going to have
any support. Reach back behind you and spread your cheeks apart so I
can get a good shot into your asshole."

When Candy didn't do that, I smacked her pert behind with my open
hand. "Noooo..." she begged, but I kept on spanking her until she
timidly reached back and spread her ass-cheeks apart. I stood there,
feeling proud and horny, my cock erect as all hell, gazing down at the
little nether hole she revealed. I mean, this thing was tiny! It must
have hurt her to take a shit. I don't think I've seen a smaller
asshole yet. Even that teenage cunt Jamie had a wider one.

I knelt behind her and, shoving her head more firmly into the dirt
with one hand right between her shoulder blades, I placed my vertical
cock between her ass-cheeks, enjoying the sensations of her heat.
"Candy, you have the smallest asshole I've ever seen. It's going to be
a great pleasure to rip it open with my cock. And it's going to hurt
you like hell. Now, continue humming while I rape your asshole," Her
off-key melody started again, tinged with fear and pain.

Moving back slightly, I pushed my cock down with my other hand so that
its purple tip came into contact with her asshole. To my surprise, her
anal hole started to quiver and drip shit. I laughed. It was the most
hilarious thing I'd ever thought of. My little sex- toy, raped and
abused, naked, face-down in the dirt, my cock about ready to rip her
insides to shreds, and she had to take a shit! Candy's crying acted as
counter-point to my laughter. "At least," I joked, "It'll lubricate it
a little!"

"Please..." she begged, choking on tears. I love it when women beg.
Makes me harder. Makes me want to hurt them more.

With great deliberation, I started moving my penis forward, into her
quivering asshole. But it wouldn't go in! The hole was so damn small,
my cock wouldn't fit in. Even after quite a while of pressure against
it, it wouldn't budge.

I sat back and thought. No two ways about it, I was gonna fuck this
bitch in the shitter. I took it as a personal challenge. Well, I
thought, I've tried to be gentle...

I took my hand off Candy's shoulders. "Don't you dare move up, cunt,"
I spread her ass cheeks wider with the palms of my hands, and turned
my fingers in to work her dribbling asshole. I slid one finger in.
Candy's asshole sucked it in with a fart. Candy grunted "Aaarrgghh!!!"
I replied, "Wait. It gets better,"

With one finger firmly in, I preceded to try to put in another. Her
asshole wouldn't budge any further for a while, but then I got an idea
and twisted the finger already in sideways. A moments pressure, then a
bit of the crankily skin on her asshole tore and my other finger just
slid in. Candy was making the most beautiful sound. Sort of a cross of
a moan and a squeal. I could tell she was in great pain, and I knew I
could make it worse for her. I had to. This little bitch didn't know
what real pain was.

I waited a while, just enjoying the music Candy made, then pulled my
fingers apart. Her asshole widened and distended. Even so, now it was
just wide enough to force my aching cock head into. Once I got it in,
I removed my fingers and the walls of her anus closed about the head
of my prick like a vice. Taking firm hold of her thighs, I started to
work my cock in. Her anus slurped and sucked and clenched, but I made
my inexorable way deeper into her. It took time. Half way in, I
paused, just to get a look. Candy's face was bunched up in pain. She
looked like she was taking the worst shit of her life. Her matted hair
clung to her tear-streaked face. The sound escaping her lips was
almost to high to hear. I reached under her and kneaded on of her
breasts. I called her slut, whore, cunt. I told her she was enjoying
this and to stop whining. Her anus gripped my cock like a vice, and I
smiled. Surely, this was as close to heaven as I'd ever get. I held
there a long while, on and off squeezing her tits. Before she could
stop moaning, though, I continued my journey.

I watched as my prick slid bit by bit deeper into her asshole. It
looked as if she were growing from my cock. Finally, after what seemed
like ages, I was into her to the hilt. My balls pressed against her
genitals. My cock had disappeared inside my abused sex-toy's asshole.
I could feel her bowels moving, trying to dislodge this unwelcome
penetration. It felt so good. Again, I waited a while. I told Candy to
tell me she loved me. She gasped out something unintelligible, so I
squeezed a tit hard and told her to say it slowly. "Iiii-eeee looovee
yyyoouuu ... ahhhhhh," she managed.

I moved my cock back. Very slowly. Making sure I felt every inch of
the way. She gasped and moaned and I enjoyed it all. Finally, my shit
covered cock came out with a pop. I heaved a sigh and sat down. Damn,
but this was getting to be tiring. I took to alternately kneading her
buttocks, slapping them, and shoving one or more fingers into her two
holes. I made a game of it. I got her to tell me she loved me, and
what I was doing to her. I varied the dialogue as I did different
things.

I had a nice view of her from where I was sitting. Any man who hasn't
seen a woman from this position hasn't seen a woman. If I raised my
head, I could look into her haggard face .. study her pained eyes, her
tearful expression. Her rear was raised right level with my head, and
I could make out the 'Y' of her pussy in the moonlight. I had fucked
it so hard it was black and blue. Her asshole had really distended and
was still leaking shit. Her beautiful calves and thighs supported her.

She tried to move from this position once. But one good smack on the
side of her head kept her in her place. Being tired, I let it go on
like this a long time. I was in no hurry. Candy wasn't going anywhere.
My fingers prodded the inside of her cunt, fingered her tortured clit,
then journeyed up and one by one went into her ass. I'd keep them
there, or rotate them, or pull them back and forth. I had to get it
ready. Although I had put my cock in it, I still hadn't fucked it yet.

Eventually, I got up. I positioned my cock again. Candy, who I had
thought had lost all will long ago, begged me not to do it again. She
said it was the most painful thing she'd ever felt. I smiled, and told
her "Good."

My cock sank into her asshole a little more easily this time. As if on
cue, she started whining again. I sank into her once, pulled out
again; in, out; slowly, getting the feel of it. Then, I decided no
more games. I was gonna make this cunt scream.

I pulled almost all the way out, then with a huge grunt shafted into
her as fast as I could. Oh, she wailed beautifully, and kept wailing,
and I shafted as quick as I could in her anus. She lost all control
and shot shit out around my thrusting cock. I could feel the skin of
her anus tear. The blood made the journey easier, and sped up my
strokes. I kept this up as long as I could. Candy caterwauled, I
pistoned, my cock pulsed, her anus tore. My balls slapped in a hard
rhythm. I tried to exceed the violence with which I'd fucked her cunt.
Faster and faster I slammed my cock home, yelling obscenities at her
with each thrust. I pulled out just in time to not cum. Candy
collapsed on the ground and curled up into a little ball. Shit and
blood drained from her butt, piling up on the ground. I held still
till the feelings subsided. I looked at my cock. It was covered with
shit.

I went over to Candy and started to stroke her. Not gently, like
before, but hard and fast. She tried to shy away from my touch but I
held her back. She curled up even tighter, and I pulled her onto my
lap. "Now, Candy," I said, "We're almost done. Isn't that good?" Only
a gargling escaped her throat, so I continued. "Only one thing left to
do. Your gonna clean me up. With your tongue!" I laughed, enjoying the
violent quivers that spasmed her tan and abused body.

"OK," I said, "I've got all night. I'll wait until your up for it."

I got up and walked around a bit, keeping an eye on my fuck-toy. Not
that she was going anywhere, but the sight of her, all helpless and
battered, curled up like that, kept me hard. When she started to stir
again, I moved back. She didn't even resist as I forcefully straitened
her luscious body out. "Ready to continue?" I asked. She moaned. I
took that as an emphatic yes.

I put Candy on her knees and stood up. My bulging, shit-covered member
was just at the right height. She tried to turn her head, so I grabbed
a fistful of her hair and twisted it back to its proper position. She
adverted her eyes. "Now, Candy, for the last part of tonight's
entertainment, your gonna suck me till I cum. And no teeth. Do you
understand?" I made her head nod. Enjoying the power, I asked some
more questions.

"Do you love me?" I nodded her limp head.

"Do you want to suck my cock?" She tried to say no, but I nodded her
head by my handgrip on her hair.

"Do you like the taste of your own shit?" A more violent nod.

After a while of this, I got bored, I moved my cock closer to her
face. Grabbing another fistful of hair, I maneuvered her head so that
her moaning lips were right above my cock. "Suck!" I ordered. She
opened her mouth just a little, and I slammed my prize home. Her eyes
widened as the taste of shit and cock rammed in. She tried to pull
back, but I slammed her forward. I fucked her face with a vengeance.
Soon, her lips were covered with shit. On one stroke, I slammed her
nose too hard, and it broke. Blood oozed out. I laughed and slammed
into her harder. I fucked her throat like it was a pussy.

I rammed my cock deep into her throat, and held it there. My cock
disappeared into her face. God made women just right for deep-
throating. She started gagging on my cock. Her face changed colors.
Her choking massaged my cock and brought up my cum. Timing it so she
wouldn't faint, I pulled out of her, and cummed all over her face.

God, I had a lot of cum! The first ball of sticky whiteness landed
with a solid plop in one of her eyes. Then, with a spasm, I shot out a
long stream. I made sure to coat her nice lips. Pause, and then
another gigantic surge. Feeling like a little humorous, I shoved the
tip of my cock into one of her nostrils, and the blast went into her
nose. She coughed and it spewed from her mouth. I still had dribbling
cum left, so I lathered up her cheeks and ears with my love-juice.

Then, it was over. I had no more cum. Candy had all of it. I sighed
with satisfaction and pleasure. Candy's face was a mask of blood and
cum.

She tried to move her hands, get the cum off, but I grabbed them and
pulled them up tight. She gagged and barfed all over herself. Again, I
called her bitch and whore and slut, and waited for it all to dry.
When eventually it did, I let her go. She collapsed on the field, too
degraded to even curl up. I retrieved my camera and used up the roll
of film on her. Then I knelt by her head and said, "Sleep well, my
funny little fuck-doll,"

Laughing, I gathered up all her clothes and took them with me to my
car. As I drove home, I imagined her trying to walk into town by dawns
light, all naked and covered with barf, shit and cum; beaten and
abused. I sincerely wished she'd be raped again before she made it
home.