Author: Norm DePloom
Title: The Girl Next Door
Part:
Summary: Dave kidnaps the teenaged girl who lives next 
door and makes her his sex slave.
Keywords: Mf, nc, oral, anal, puppy training

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fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.
 
The Girl Next Door
By
Norm DePloom
 
Dave made his plans with meticulous care.  He executed 
them with dedicated thoroughness.  The object of his 
obsessions was fourteen years old when he started the 
project.  She was now sixteen and 'ripe for the 
picking'.  Dave spent the evening reviewing everything 
to make sure nothing had been missed.
 
It started two years ago when the Simpson family moved 
in next door.  When Dave first set his eyes on their 
daughter, Marsha, he knew he would do anything to 
poses her.  Marsha had flawless dark chocolate skin, 
and had developed a pair of breasts that would make 
any red blooded male drool.  He could just imagine 
what her areolas and nipples looked like under her 
thin T-shirts.  Her wide thick lipped mouth was just 
made for sucking cocks.
 
He had looked over his house with an eye to create a 
'slave cell'.  Yes, he decided, a couple of feet off 
the back of the master closet, a foot off the hall 
closet and the shower in the master bath, and he would 
have a three by six room.  Just enough room to strap 
her down on a mattress when she wasn't being used.  
The 'missing' space would not be detected by anyone 
searching the house.
 
He brought in the supplies a few at a time so no one 
would notice.  He did all the work himself.  His 
biggest problem was the door.  How would he get access 
to the 'storage room'?  He wanted access through the 
master closet, then it would be the easiest to take 
her out when he wanted to play with her in the 
bedroom.  The door had to be undetectable.  He built a 
set of shelves on the back wall of the closet.  The 
bottom half of the shelving could, when the hidden 
latches were released, be pulled strait out and moved 
to the side.  This created an opening that would allow 
Dave to bend over and step into the 'storage room'.
 
He soundproofed and padded the floor, walls and 
ceiling.  He tested the soundproofing by putting his 
stereo in the room and closing the door.  He kept 
improving the soundproofing until he could not here 
the stereo playing at full volume while standing just 
outside the hidden door in the master closet.  He 
wanted the room sound proofed for two reasons.  First 
of course to keep anyone visiting in the house from 
hearing any noise Marsha might make, second to keep 
Marsha from hearing when people were in the house.  
She was to have no clue when it might be advantageous 
to make noise.  Besides Dave hoped that total darkness 
and aching silence in the room would work on her mind 
and make her more compliant when she was allowed out.
 
When the house was ready Dave began planning her 
'capture'.  Ten feet from the side door of his 
connected garage to the wood fence separating their 
yards. Fifteen feet at an angle across their side yard 
to the window of her bedroom.  Lights normally left on 
in both side yards, but solid wood gates to help hide 
his movements from the street.  Dave loosened three 
boards in the fence and explored their back yard when 
they were gone.  A piece of luck, no extra security 
locks on her bedroom window, and her bed was not up 
against the wall under the window.
 
Dave practiced on his own windows until he could open 
one in ten seconds making no noise.  Then he slipped 
into their yard again when they were gone and 
practiced on her window.  He went inside her bedroom 
several times while they were gone.  He looked around 
being careful not to move anything. Except for the 
pair of panties he picked up from her floor and stuck 
in his pocket after inhaling the odor of her crotch 
deeply into his lungs.  His only remaining problem was 
how to subdue her silently.
 
He had of course heard of chloroform and assumed that 
to be the substance he needed to do the job.  A quick 
tour of web sights gave him information about 
different chloroform compounds, how to use them, and 
where to get them.  He was ready to go.
 
The review of his "ready to go" status complete, Dave 
waited patiently for his neighbors to go to sleep.  At 
1:00 o'clock AM Dave donned his 'working' cloths.  
Black rubber soled shoes, black socks, black pants, 
black long sleeve T-shirt, black gloves and a black 
ski mask.  He slipped silently out the side door of 
his garage and moved to the fence.  He quickly worked 
the nails from the three boards and set the boards to 
the side.  Moving through the fence he stole to the 
shadow just outside Marsha's bedroom window.
 
He silently opened the window and gently moved the 
curtain aside to scan the inside of the room with his 
low light lenses.  Marsha was asleep on her bed 
wearing a T-shirt and white panties.  She had 
apparently thrown the covers off and her shapely young 
legs were exposed to his view.  He took the low light 
lenses off and went into action.  He was in the window 
and across the room with the chloroformed rag over her 
face before she was aware that anything was happening.  
She struggled for only ten or fifteen seconds before 
she succumbed to the effects of the chloroform and her 
body went limp.  He quickly stripped her T-shirt and 
panties off and left them on her bed.  He picked up 
her nude body and moved back to the window.
 
Everything had gone perfectly up to this point.  Now 
Dave discovered that he had not fully appreciated the 
difficulties in transporting a limp human body.  He 
had lifted weights, and could easily lift and move 
her, but when it came to putting her through the 
window brute strength would not suffice.  Her body 
flopped around and he almost knocked a lamp off the 
dresser.  He sat her down on the floor and leaned her 
up against the wall.  He considered taking her through 
the house and out the side door, then rejected that 
idea.  He did not know enough about the layout of the 
rest of the house.
 
Finally he picked her up again and lifted her head and 
shoulders through the window.  He let her rest with 
her head, arms and tits hanging out the window while 
he maneuvered himself through the window on top of 
her.  From the outside he worked her limp form out the 
window and onto the ground.  By the time he finished 
his arms were aching from holding up her weight above 
his head.  He quickly wiped the window ledge to remove 
any signs of their passing, then restored the curtain 
and window to their closed positions.
 
Dave picked up the naked body and moved it to the 
fence.  Getting her through the fence was much easier 
than the window had been.  He laid her down again on 
the cement sidewalk running along his garage and 
quickly put the boards back into the fence.  He pushed 
the nails back into place and made sure that there 
were no signs of them having been disturbed.
 
When Dave turned to pickup his nude prize and carry 
her into the house he saw that, despite the 
chloroform, her body was reacting to the chilly air 
and her nipples were hard and crinkled.  Dave could 
not resist the temptation.  He stripped off his black 
leather gloves and placed his hands on her firm young 
breasts. He gently rubbed her large hard nipples 
between his forefingers and thumbs.  She moaned softly 
and Dave forced himself to stop.  He picked her up and 
carried her through the garage door, closing and 
locking it behind him.  Without putting her down he 
carried her through the garage and into the house.  
Then, after closing and locking the door from the 
garage into the house, he carried her through the 
house and into his bedroom.
 
Laying the limp nude body on the bed Dave quickly 
affixed a blindfold and a gag.  He tied her hands to 
each side of the headboard then pulled each leg up and 
to the side securing it with straps already in place 
and waiting.  When he was done the young nude girl was 
bound with her legs up and spread opening her most 
secret place for Dave's enjoyment.  He stripped off 
his own clothes and, leaving the young beauty on his 
bed, took them out to his garage and put them in the 
cloths washer.  He started the wash and hurried back 
to his bedroom his hard cock bouncing gently in front 
of him as he walked.
 
Marsha was moaning when he entered the room.  Dave 
pulled up a chair and sat down to watch her.  He had 
decided not to touch her until she had completely 
recovered from the chloroform.  As she regained 
consciousness she moaned louder and pulled at the 
restraints.  Then she realized that she was not in the 
middle of a bad dream, but really was tied up on some 
ones bed and panic set in.  She tried to scream 
through the gag and pulled harder on the straps 
holding her down.  The frantic screaming and jerking 
reached a peak then slowly calmed down.  She lay still 
for a minute before it became obvious that she was 
sobbing.
 
Dave reached out and touched her stomach with tip of 
his forefinger.  Her stomach muscles spasmed trying to 
pull away from him.  He waited for her to calm down 
then touched her again.  She reacted less violently to 
this second touch.  He spiraled his finger around her 
navel in ever widening circles.  When his finger hit 
the base of her left breast he allowed it to spiral up 
the breast to her large nipple.  The nipple reacted 
and hardened.  He spiraled his finger back down her 
left breast then up her right breast to her other 
large nipple.
 
Marsha continued to pull at her restraints but much of 
her former energy had been dissipated.  Dave continued 
to run the tip of his forefinger over her lovely brown 
skin covering her face, arms, stomach, her breasts and 
nipples again, her thighs and calves, her feet and her 
toes.  Her nipples stayed hard and, although he had 
not touched it yet, her cunt glistened with 
lubrication.  Dave found spots on her body that were 
ticklish, spots that caused her to pull at the 
restraints and parts that caused her to moan through 
her sobs.
 
Dave's wondering finger finally moved down the inside 
of her right thigh and delicately parted the lips of 
her most private part slipping past the folds until 
the first joint was enveloped in her womanly warmness.  
He gently moved the tip of his finger up through the 
wet fleshy folds until it rested on her clitoris.  He 
flicked his fingertip back and forth over this erotic 
bundle of nerves.  Her straining against the 
restraints became a struggle to push herself more 
firmly against the offending fingertip.

Her clitoris became engorged as he flicked it back and 
forth.  Her hips jerked in time with his flicking.  
She strained to tilt her pelvis up to give him more 
access to her swollen sex button.  He moved his finger 
back down and sank it completely past the wet folds of 
flesh and into the rapidly increasing heat of her 
pussy.  As his finger sank entirely into her he pushed 
his thumb in small circles over her swollen clitoris.
 
As he worked the finger slowly in and out of her hot 
wet hole and massaged her tender clitoris with his 
thumb Dave stroked his hard cock with his left hand.  
Dave wanted to relieve some of his pint up sexual 
energy so his first fuck would not be over too fast.   
A couple of dozen strokes and he shot his first load 
onto her lovely brown skinned breasts.  While he 
continued fucking his finger in and out of her hot wet 
cunt he rubbed the cum into her breasts and felt her 
nipples harden under his palms.  He scooped up a gob 
from the side of her breast and rubbed it on her upper 
lip and up into her nose.  He wanted her to start 
getting used to the smell.
 
Dave pulled his finger from the confines of her hot 
wet pussy and climbed onto the bed.  He knelt at the 
foot of the bed and bowed like he was worshiping at 
the altar of some exotic and erotic sex goddess.  He 
extended his tongue and ran its tip up and down the 
fleshy folds that had moments before housed his 
invading finger.
 
He moved his tongue in and erotic circuit up and down 
the folds of her wet pussy then around her clitoris 
ending by flicking it across the top of that sensitive 
bud before running it back down into the inviting wet 
folds of hot flesh.  He repeated this over and over 
until she was again humping her hips trying to push 
herself onto his teasing tongue.  All the while he 
massaged and caressed her inner thighs with both 
hands.
 
He licked her through one orgasm and began to build 
her excitement for a second one. Then he varied the 
pattern and instead of working his way back up to the 
clitoris, he licked his way down across the flesh that 
separates a woman's fleshy wet pussy from her crinkled 
rosebud like rear entry.  Like her nipples, the 
sphincter guarding her tight unused anus was a darker 
brown than the chocolate color covering the rest of 
her firm young body.
 
Pulling her buttocks further apart with both hands 
Dave teased the dark brown crinkled opening with the 
tip of his tongue.  Marsha's body jerked with this 
unexpected attention being paid to that portion of her 
anatomy by the snake like flicking of Dave's practiced 
tongue.  Her face burned with unexpected embarrassment 
at the thought of some ones tongue licking her on this 
second most private part.
 
Her embarrassment turned to excitement when new 
feelings swept through her body as his tongue worked 
its way past her relaxing muscle and into the depths 
of her tender rear hole.  Never in all the times she 
laid in bed at night and rubbed her sensitive 'joy 
button' did she ever think about putting anything 
where the invading tongue was now generating such 
wonderful feelings.

Dave worked his tongue in and out of her tender young 
asshole for about five minutes then licked his way 
back up through the warm wet fleshy folds of her pussy 
to the engorged nub of flesh peaking out at its apex.  
He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and flicked the 
tip of his tongue back and forth over it in earnest.  
At the same time he dipped his finger into her wetness 
for lubrication then worked it into the crinkled brown 
opening so recently abandoned by his tongue.  As 
Marsha reached another orgasmic peak her sphincter 
relaxed and allowed Dave's finger complete entry into 
her tight hole.
 
He fucked his finger in and out of her tiny brown 
asshole as he flicked his tongue with ever-greater 
fervor over the swollen clitoris, driving Marsha to 
higher and higher planes of orgasmic pleasure.  He 
decided it was time to 'consummate' their relationship 
and, pulling his finger from her delicious rear hole, 
licked his way from her abused clitoris up over her 
stomach, stopping only for a quick insertion into her 
navel.
 
He moved his tongue over her brown skin from her navel 
to first her right then her left nipples, pausing to 
suck long and hard on each one.   Sucking and then 
gently nibbling and chewing on the erect nipples.  
When both nipples were standing at attention he 
tongued his way up her neck and delved into her left 
ear just as the head of his large hard cock touched 
the soft silky folds of her waiting pussy.
 
"At last, I get to fuck my new toy," Dave sighed 
contentedly in Marsha's ear as her pussy lips slowly 
separated allowing his cockhead to enter his victim's 
cunt.  Marsha bucked against her restraints trying to 
throw Dave off.  Muffled screaming could be heard 
through the air hole in her ball gag.  The jerking 
only lasted for a minute before Marsha was worn out.  

"What a ride," Dave spoke into her ear, "now I will 
show you exactly what power I have over my little fuck 
slave."  Dave placed his hand over the air hole in the 
gag, and pinched her nostrils closed.  As her oxygen 
supply diminished Marsha panicked; she thrashed her 
head back and forth trying to dislodge his hand form 
her face.  At the same time she pulled against the 
restraints in another attempt to throw off her 
tormentor.  Dave held on to her mouth and nose and put 
his full weight behind his cock keeping it planted 
deep in her convulsing body.  Finally, when she was on 
the verge of passing out, Dave lifted his hand from 
her face and let Marsha suck in two or three deep 
breaths.  He then clamped his hand down over her mouth 
and nose again repeating the whole process.  

The way her cunt grabbed and massaged his hard dick 
when she was flailing around under him trying to avoid 
suffocation felt like nothing Dave had ever 
experienced before.  He let her catch her breath, then 
put her through three more cycles of near suffocation 
before he finally relented and let her breath without 
interruption.
 
"Damn that's one hell of a good fuck.  But I don't 
want to wear you out in one night."  He rested for a 
few minutes, lying on top of her with his still hard 
cock buried to the hilt in her tight young pussy.  

"You almost made me cum that last time."  Dave plunged 
his tongue into her ear and gently pumped his cock in 
and out of her tight wet cunt.  As he fucked he moved 
his mouth down and sucked and chewed on her neck, 
determined to leave a hickey that would show even on 
her dark chocolate skin.  As his orgasm approached 
Dave warped one arm around her waist, and the other 
around her neck.  Holding her naked body tight against 
his he fucked his long hard cock in and out of her wet 
hole like a lust possessed demon.  He slipped one hand 
down onto her buttock and roughly kneaded her firm 
young flesh.  He slipped his other hand up to the back 
of her head and grabbed a hand full of her kinky black 
hair.  As he pumped his last strokes deeply into her 
cunt he bent her head back and after shouting, "OH MY 
GOD WHAT A GREAT FUCKING CUNT!"  Bit into her neck 
like a ravenous vampire.
 
Slamming his pelvis against hers for one final time he 
pushed his cock into her until their pubic bones 
ground against each other.  Marsha felt like she was 
going to be twisted and broken in half as her 
torturer's body jerked and spasmed on top of her.  She 
felt like his invading tool was swelling to the point 
of ripping her body apart.  It jerked inside her 
abused body and she felt his hot cum bathing the walls 
of her vagina.    Then his body relaxed totally and 
collapsed on top of her.  Marsha lay still not wanting 
to disturb her tormentor.  She concentrated on filling 
her lungs with air, a difficult job with his weight 
resting on her.
 
Finally after what seemed like hours to her his body 
stirred and he raised himself up on his elbows 
allowing her to breathe with less effort.  Dave left 
his cock buried in the young girl's cunt and looked 
down at her face.  A huge angry looking welt of a 
hickey was appearing on her neck.  He gently ran his 
finger tips over her stretched lips and around the 
sides of her face.  Marsha tried to turn her head away 
from his touch.  Dave responded by clamping his hand 
down over her mouth and nose again.
 
"If you ever pull away from me again I will hang you 
upside down and whip your ass with barbed wire."  Dave 
spoke harshly into her ear while she panicked, trying 
once again to avoid suffocation.  "Do you understand?" 
Marsha nodded her head frantically.  Dave released her 
mouth and nose and while Marsha sucked in air pushed 
himself up to a kneeling position.  With his cock 
growing hard again inside her, Dave kneaded both of 
her breasts.
 
He squeezed, twisted and pulled on both of her nipples 
in unison.  Starting out gently he grew increasingly 
rougher wanting to stimulate a cock-massaging hip 
bouncing reaction.  He ended his nipple torture 
session by grabbing both nipples between his 
forefingers and thumbs and squeezing them as hard as 
he could while he pulled on them until her body lifted 
off the bed then twisted them as far as his arms would 
turn.  Muffled screams and violent thrashing of her 
body rewarded him.
 
To Marsha it felt like he was trying to rip her 
nipples from her body.  Her absolute terror mixed with 
the unbearable pain in her nipples and the feeling of 
fullness as the monstrous cock grew.  It felt even 
bigger to her than it had before.
 
"Now, you're in for some real fun," Dave announced 
when he released her abused nipples from his grasp.  
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass."  Marsha shook her 
head 'no' violently she tried to yell at him through 
the gag.  She was positive he would rip her apart.  
Dave pulled his massive hard cock out of her abused 
cunt and, holding it at the base repositioned himself 
and aimed it at her tiny brown rear hole.  As the tip 
of his cock touched her tinder asshole Marsha bucked 
her hips trying to move away from the threatening rod 
of hard flesh.  Dave reached up and slapped her hard 
across the face, once on each cheek.
 
"You've earned yourself a whipping slave," he bellowed 
at her, then he leaned closer, "but it will have to 
wait until after I fuck you up the ass."  He returned 
to his kneeling position and once again placed the 
head of his eager cock on her waiting rectum.  He 
pushed hard, and ignored the muffled screams coming 
form behind the gag as her sphincter muscle stretched 
over the invading cock flesh.
 
Marsha screamed and screamed again. It felt like her 
rectum was being torn apart with a red-hot poker.  
Once the head of his cock was inside, and the muscle 
had contracted around the ridge of the separating the 
head from the shaft, Dave rested.  He ran his hands up 
and down her thighs, then inserted two fingers into 
the slick cum covered velvety folds of her newly 
opened pussy.  At the same time he used the thumb and 
forefinger of his other hand to stroke her large 
clitoris up and down like he was jerking off a small 
cock.
 
Slowly her screams became muffled sniffles, then an 
occasional soft moan could be heard between the sobs.  
Finally, after working on her for ten minutes while 
his cock rested just barely inside her anal opening, 
Marsha made small pelvic thrusts in time with his 
fingers fucking in and out of her, and his thumb and 
forefinger stroking her enlarged clitoris.
 
The moaning became louder and the fucking motions of 
her pelvis became more pronounced.  Her body jerked 
against the ropes as she approached another 
involuntary orgasm.  Just as her body arched and her 
head lifted up from the mattress and every muscle in 
her body tightened in orgasmic release Dave threw his 
entire weight behind his waiting cock and drove it 
into her bowels in one relentless stroke.
 
The ultimate pleasure of being brought to another 
orgasm was interrupted by the searing pain of his huge 
cock plunging into a hole where nothing belonged.  
Dave held his cock buried in her tight rear as Marsha 
struggled against her bindings trying to throw him 
off.  Her repeated screams, muffled by the gag in her 
mouth, could barely be heard.  The way her jerking 
body and spasming sphincter muscle worked on his cock 
caused David to wonder why he had never tried rape 
before.

He rode out her struggles then, still holding his cock 
buried inside her, he fondled her thighs and breasts.  
When her nipples responded to his touch, Dave worked a 
finger in and out of the still wet folds of her pussy 
and worked her large clitoris with his thumb.  Once 
again her screams and struggles were slowly replaced 
with moans and hip thrusts as Dave expertly 
manipulated her engorged bud of over sensitive flesh, 
pulling and stroking it like a miniature cock.
 
Dave eased his hard flesh an inch out then back into 
her stretched ass.  Dave matched her increasing hip 
thrusts with longer fuck strokes.  Pulling his cock 
further out and slamming it back into her rear hole 
more forcefully with each stroke.  Dave marveled at 
how wonderful her tight asshole felt grasping at his 
large hard cock.  He watched in amazement, it looked 
like she was going to be pulled inside out with each 
outward stroke. One or two inches of her inner rectum 
would be exposed each time.  Then on the reverse 
thrust an inch or two of her skin would be pulled into 
her ass by the force of his thrusting rod.
 
On the next inward thrust of his stiff cock Dave 
reached over and retrieved a large penis shaped 
vibrator from the nightstand.  He pushed it into her 
open wet cunt, not stopping until the ball shaped base 
pushed against her clitoris.  He was rewarded by 
muffled squeals and moans when the flipped the switch 
to 'high'.  He was also rewarded by the vibrations 
being transmitted through the thin tissue that 
separated his thrusting cock from this newest invader 
of her young body.
 
Dave held the vibrator down firmly against her 
clitoris and fucked his hard cock in and out of her 
now stretched asshole with relentless determination.  
Having already cum twice, only the unique thrill of 
raping a young firm teen asshole kept him hard.
 
He continued the hard slamming fuck of her ass for 
another fifteen minutes before his sweat soaked body 
became rigid and, yelling "God Damn what a fuck", he 
drenched her bowels with what seemed like buckets of 
hot sperm.  After his cock quite twitching he 
collapsed over her upraised legs and laid his head 
between her shiny sweat covered chocolate colored 
breasts.  He left his softening cock buried in her 
just fucked asshole until it slipped out of its own 
accord.
 
After his breath returned to normal he pushed himself 
up and climbed off the bed.  Leaving Marsha tied to 
the bed Dave went into the kitchen and made him self a 
cup of coffee.  As he walked back to the bedroom he 
checked his watch.  It was almost time to put his new 
toy away for the day.
Dave sat on the end of the bed facing away from Marsha 
and used her legs and butt as a back rest while he 
picked up the remote and turned on the TV.  He tuned 
it to the 24 news station and sipped his coffee while 
catching up on the world's activities.
 
After finishing his coffee Dave looked out the window 
and saw that the neighbors had their lights on.  If 
they had not already discovered that their daughter 
was missing they soon would.  It was time to put her 
away for a while.
 
Totally exhausted from terror, lust and fucking, 
Marsha offered no resistance as Dave untied her and 
dragged her limp form into her storage room.  He laid 
her on the foam pad and buckled the straps around her 
ankles, knees, waist, wrists, elbows and forehead.  
When he was done she was completely immobile.  He 
slipped the shelves into the opening and locked them 
into place.  Dave moved stuff around on the shelves to 
give them a more random look then closed the closet 
door and turned off the light.
 
Dave walked to the front of the house and looked out 
the window.  Sure enough there was a police car parked 
in front to the house next door.  Dave made a quick 
tour through the house to make sure there was nothing 
incriminating lying around, then made him self another 
cup of coffee.  When the coffee was ready Dave took 
the cup with him and wandered out the front door into 
the early dawn light to pick up his newspapers. After 
retrieving the paper her walked over to the police 
officer and asked him what was happening.
 
"Looks like their daughter may have run away."  Dave 
walked back into his house smiling.  This, he thought, 
may be even easier than I expected.
 
Dave slept comfortably until four o'clock in the 
afternoon.  When he got up he made himself a meal, 
then sat at his computer and turned on the speaker 
that was attached to the microphone in his 'storage 
room' where he had left Marsha earlier that day.  He 
could hear what were obviously screams being muffled 
by the gag he had left in her mouth.  He flipped a 
switch and bathed the cell in just enough light to 
allow him to view his new toy on his monitor.  Marsha 
was struggling against the straps that held her 
immobile on the padded floor.  After watching her 
while he ate Dave reluctantly pushed his hard cock 
back down in his pants and turned the monitor off.  If 
I get her out now, the thought, I'll never get any 
work done.
 
Before settling in at his workstation Dave went out 
the front door and picked up his mail.  As he opened 
the door a business card fell like a dying leaf to the 
porch.  Dave picked up the card and read the front. 
"Detective Bill Smith" with precinct address and phone 
number.  The hand written notice on the back indicated 
Detective Smith's desire to talk to Dave.  Dave looked 
through the rest of his mail as he walked back into 
the house and put on a pot of coffee.  When Dave 
called Detective Smith their conversation was short.   
Dave assured him that he had not heard or seen 
anything the night before.  Dave learned from the 
Detective that Marsha had said something to her sister 
about running away and they were putting their efforts 
looking for her near her aunt's house over a hundred 
miles away.  Dave was smiling when he got off the 
phone.
 
Dave put in six hours of concentrated work on his 
contract projects before he considered 'knocking off' 
for the night and 'knocking off' a few with his new 
fuck toy.  He shut down his project files and switched 
his workstation over to monitor his toy.  The 
struggles and screams had stopped.  Marsha had 
apparently worn herself out and was now sleeping 
again.  Dave used his computer to manipulate the 
controls he had built into the room, sending a blast 
of icy air from the air conditioning vent followed by 
his booming voice.
 
"Wake up slut."  Marsha struggled against the straps 
again.  Dave opened the closet door then unlatched the 
shelves and pulled them out of the opening leading 
into the cell where Marsha waited for another night of 
fucking.  As soon as the door opened Marsha tried to 
yell around her gag.  Dave could tell immediately that 
Marsha had urinated and defecated and had apparently 
been laying in it for awhile.   Dave smiled at the 
thought, knowing it would increase her humiliation.
 
"Lay still slut or I'll lock the door back up and 
leave you in here."  When Marsha calmed down Dave 
unbuckled the straps and pulled Marsha out into the 
bedroom and into a kneeling position.  Even though she 
was blindfolded Marsha turned her head from side to 
side like she was trying to look around.
 
"Marsha."  The girl stopped moving her head and 
'looked' where the voice came from.  "I'm going to 
take the gag out of your mouth.  Don't scream or yell.  
No one will hear you and if you do I will whip you 
then put you back inside your cell to lie in your own 
shit.  Do you understand?"  Marsha nodded her head.  
Dave unbuckled the strap holding the gag and pulled it 
out of her mouth.  Marsha worked her jaw like she was 
chewing gum then tried to speak, but her mouth was to 
dry and only a horse mumbling could be heard.
 
"Shut up slave." Dave said sternly and punctuated it 
with a slap across the face.  "I'm going to give you a 
chance to prove that you are worth keeping alive. Now 
get on your hands and knees."  Dave pushed her down 
into the position he wanted. .  "Until you are told 
otherwise you will stay on all fours since you are 
nothing more than a bitch who is here to be fucked."  
Dave instructed her as he got a wash cloth from the 
bathroom.
 
"I'm not sure I want to keep a filthy little tramp 
like you.  Look at you, you're not even house broken 
yet."  Dave told her while he roughly washed her ass 
and pussy.  "I'm seriously considering just putting 
you back into your cell and letting you starve lying 
in that pile of shit you left in there."  Marsha's 
face turned red with humiliation and she opened her 
still dry mouth to explain and earned another slap.  
"Slaves don't talk unless they are told to.  Until you 
are allowed to get off your hands and knees you will 
only be allowed to whimper and whine.  If you make any 
noise not normally made by a bitch you will be 
whipped" Dave left her on her hands and knees while he 
quickly cleaned up the pad in her cell.  Then he 
returned to his slave.
 
"I'm going to give you just one chance to prove you 
are worth keeping alive. I'm going to let you suck my 
cock.  If you do a real good job I'll consider letting 
you live.  I might even let you take a shower and eat 
some food."  Marsha was shaking her head and croaking 
'no' over and over until she was slapped so hard it 
knocked her to the floor.  Dave pulled her back up 
onto her hands and knees by her hair
 
"You don't listen very well do you?  As well as being 
a filthy little bitch that shits all over herself 
you're obviously a stupid slut.  I told you no 
talking."  Dave sat and looked at his new slave 
admiring her flawless chocolate brown skin.  His cock 
was already hard in anticipation.  "I'm going to give 
you a drink of water then you are going to suck my 
cock.  You better do a good job if you don't want to 
starve laying in a pile of your own crap."   Dave put 
a bowl of water on the floor and pushed her mouth into 
it.  "Drink bitch."  Despite the shame and humiliation 
of drinking from a water bowl on the floor, Marsha's 
thirst drove her to lap water into her mouth.  Long 
before her thirst was satisfied Dave pulled her head 
up and removed the bowl.
 
Dave, setting with Marsha on all fours in front of 
him, grabbed a handful of kinky hair in each hand and 
pulled her face toward his crotch.  "You better suck 
cock like your life depends on it, bitch." He said 
just as the tip of his eager cock touched her lips.  
Marsha hesitated just a moment then remembered the 
terror she had felt laying in 'that place' gagged and 
blindfolded, being able to smell her own shit and feel 
her butt laying in a puddle of her own pee.  When she 
remembered the terror she opened her mouth and 
welcomed the hard invader.  Dave smiled as his hard 
cock slipped into her hot mouth while he pinched and 
fondled her nipples.
 
"The more cock you get in your mouth the more likely I 
am to decide I want to keep you."  He advised.  "Oh 
yes, suck on it bitch. Suck on it."  Marsha worked to 
get more and more of his large hard cock into her 
inexperienced mouth.  Marsha only technically knew 
what a 'blow job' was.  She had never seen a hard cock 
and, since she was blindfolded she still hadn't.  
Marsha imagined what she looked like naked on her 
hands and knees sucking on a man's cock and tears of 
fear and humiliation collected under her blindfold as 
her body trembled and her skin became hot with 
embarrassment.  But her nipples hardened in his 
fingers and her pussy over flowed with anticipatory 
lubrication.  She remembered the terror of being 
strapped down for what seemed like an eternity and 
resolved that she would do anything to avoid it 
happening again.
 
Marsha sucked and licked for all she was worth, 
forgetting the situation and concentrating only on the 
feel of her lips stretching over the hard, hot rod of 
flesh in her mouth.  She marveled at the velvety feel 
of the cockhead on her tongue.  Absorbed in these new 
sensations, and too inexperienced to know the warning 
signs, Marsha was shocked when the object of her 
attentions twitched and flooded her mouth with cum.  
Her first reaction was to pull her mouth away from the 
squirting cock but a hand on the back of her head 
quickly changed her mind and she concentrated on 
swallowing the thick warm fluid.  Dave continued to 
hold her mouth on his cock until it shrank, then let 
Marsha sit back on her heels.
 
"Well, bitch," he said after a few moments of silence, 
"you've earned the right to live, for a few hours at 
least."  Dave pulled his chair closer to his new sex 
toy and worked a choker chain over her head.  It was a 
tight fit and caused some discomfort for Marsha, but 
soon it rested around her neck with the excess chain 
hanging down between her breasts, a most erotic sight 
in Dave's opinion.  Dave hooked a short leash to the 
choker chain and picked up a small homemade whip.  
Dave had braided the six pieces of soft leather into a 
handle leaving a loop on one end to go over his wrist 
and six eighteen inch thongs with knots at the ends on 
the other.  The leather was soft and pliant designed 
to sting and, if wielded with great force, leave 
temporary welts.  It would not, though, break even the 
tenderest of Marsha's beautiful brown skin.
 
"Every young bitch must go through obedience 
training."  Dave informed his leashed and blindfolded 
slave as he pulled the knotted ends of his whip across 
her breasts watching the knots catch on and tug at her 
hard erect nipples.  "I will know teach you the basic 
positions."  Dave pulled forward and down on the 
leash. "Back on your hands and knees."  Marsha felt 
the choking of the chain collar and fell forward onto 
'all fours'.
 
"This is the 'standing' position.  It is the position 
you will stay in at all times unless you are ordered 
into another position.  It is also the position you 
will return to when you are released from any other 
position.  In this and every other position you legs 
must at all times be spread far enough for me to get 
my hand between them."  Dave reached down and stroked 
her head.  "Do you understand?"
 
"Yes."  Marsha answered.  Dave brought his whip down 
across the length of her back letting the knotted ends 
curl over her buttocks and land on her cunt.
 
"Can a bitch say 'yes'?" He asked.
 
"No." Marsha answered automatically.  Dave's whip 
landed across her back again.
 
"Can a bitch say 'no'?" He asked.  Marsha's mind spun 
in confusion.  How can I answer him? She asked 
herself.  Then she remembered his orders to only whine 
and whimper, not to make any noise that could not be 
made by a dog.  Marsha whimpered pleadingly.  Dave 
knelt beside his toy and rubbed her head 
affectionately.  

"That's a good girl."  He let his hands continue to 
roam over her body.  "I really need to think up a name 
for my new bitch."  His hand moved down her back and 
across her buttocks coming to rest on her wet pussy 
while he absent mindedly twirled a lock of her kinky 
pubic hair around his forefinger.  
 
"I know," he said, running his hand through her 
abundant black hair, "I'll call you 'Fluffy Puss', 
'Fluffy' for short."  A name chosen Dave stood up to 
continue Marsha's obedience lesson.
 
"Sit Fluffy."  Dave ordered pulling straight up on the 
leash and pushing down on her buttocks.  Showing the 
same patience he would if he had been training a puppy 
Dave positioned Marsha in the proper stance as he 
explained to her the proper 'sit' position.  "From the 
stand position sit back on you heals, spread your 
knees as far apart as you can and keep your hands flat 
on the floor between your spread knees."  When Dave 
was satisfied with Marsha's 'sit' position he let her 
stay that way for a minute then pulled forward and 
down on the leash "Stand Fluffy".
 
Dave corrected her position with flicks from his whip 
then pulled up on the leash and gave the 'sit' 
command.  Again using his whip he corrected her 
position then put her back into the 'stand' position.  
Dave spent twenty minutes forcing her to practice 
these two positions.  Then with Marsha in the 'sit' 
position Dave let her rest.  A sheen of perspiration 
made her dark brown skin shine in the light.  Dave 
reached down between her spread legs and felt her 
cunt.  It was wet to the point of dripping, he easily 
slipped two fingers into her while he let his thumb 
rub her clitoris.  Dave was rewarded by a begging 
whimper from Marsha.  Dave pulled his fingers from 
Marsha's wet cunt and stood in front of her.
 
"Whenever a person approaches you, you will nuzzle his 
or her genitals with your nose then lick them."  The 
growing redness of Marsha's face and chest could be 
seen despite the dark chocolate color of her skin.  
 
"Go ahead," Dave tugged on the leash, "nuzzle my 
genitals.   And remember a bitch puppy will wiggle her 
little butt with happiness when she greets her owner." 
Marsha sat still.  She just could not bring herself to 
'nuzzle' this person's genitals and wiggle her butt 
like a puppy greeting its owner.  Dave pulled on the 
leash again.  Marsha felt the chain tighten around her 
neck then loosen.  
 
Still she could not bring herself to do it.  It was 
just too humiliating.  Suddenly Marsha pulled at her 
blindfold trying to get it off, and Dave realized he 
had a full-scale rebellion on his hands.  A test of 
wills he could not afford to loose.  Using the leash 
and choker chain Dave forced Marsha face down on the 
floor.  Then, while stepping on the end of the chain 
to hold her down Dave caught both of Marsha's arms and 
pulled them behind her where he strapped them together 
at the wrists
 
Dave rolled Marsha over onto her back then, while 
continuing to step on the chain to hold her down, he 
pulled the 'training' whip off his wrist and picked up 
a larger heavier strap.  Dave brought the end of the 
strap down first on her left breast then on her right 
one.  Marsha shrieked in pain with the first blow and 
continued to shriek with each successive blow until 
the shrieks faded away to be replaced with body 
wrenching sobs.  By the time each breast had received 
six blows Dave had a raging hard on and needed relief.
 
Dave rolled the sobbing girl back onto her stomach 
and, putting both hands in the middle of her back held 
her down against the floor as he pushed his hard cock 
into her ass.  Dave fucked her long and hard, plunging 
his cock into her tight rear hole with such force that 
her body slid an inch or two across the floor with 
each thrust.  After nine or ten minutes of slamming 
his hard cock into his helpless victim Dave pushed his 
cock in one last time and held it there while it 
twitched and spewed his hot cum deep inside her.  
Then, after his softening cock slipped out of her 
abused asshole, Dave pulled her limp body back into 
the cell.  
 
When Marsha realized where Dave was taking her she 
summoned all of her youthful strength for one last 
attempt to resist.  Dave, holding the struggling girl 
from behind, pulled the choker chain tight and held it 
until her body went limp.
 
Dave pulled Marsha's limp body the rest of the way 
into the cell and laid her on her back.  He ducked 
back through the cell door and then reappeared a 
moment later with a cock shaped metal probe and two 
metal nipple clamps, all of which had wires attached 
to them.  After inserting the probe into Marsha's cunt 
Dave strapped her to the floor, adding a strap across 
her thighs to hold the probe in place.  Dave placed a 
clamp on each of Marsha's big brown nipples, 
tightening the screw on each to insure it would stay 
in its place.  Dave plugged the three wires into three 
sockets high up on the wall of the cell then slipped 
back through the door and pushed the shelving unit 
into its place.
 
Dave hurried into the kitchen then paced agitatedly 
back and forth while he waited for coffee to brew.  
His carefully laid out plans had been disrupted and 
that irritated him.  He knew that rebellion had been 
inevitable, and he new it had to be dealt with 
immediately.  When the coffee was done he poured 
himself a cup and went back into his 'office' to 
review how he was planning on handling his slave's 
disobedience.  Sitting at his workstation Dave turned 
on the audio and video monitors in the cell.  Marsha 
was pulling against her restraints and screaming 
obscenities at him.
 
Good, he thought, screaming and yelling into the dead 
air of a sound proofed room would only increase her 
subconscious since of isolation and helplessness.  The 
cell, he reasoned, had to represent terror to her, not 
pain.  Pain a person can learn to live with very 
quickly.  Terror they never learn to live with.  Dave 
launched a program on his workstation that would 
deliver random shocks through the metal probe and 
nipple clamps.  It was not the pain of the shocks, but 
the random nature of their timing, duration and 
intensity that would add to the terror of her stay in 
the cell.  The terror would come from never knowing 
when the next shock would start.  Or, once started, 
whether it would be a mild tingle, more stimulating 
than painful, or a back arching surge that felt like 
it would snap her spine.
 
Another program would randomly cycle the cell from icy 
cold to oppressively hot.  The final program randomly 
triggered loud blood curdling screams from speakers in 
the cell.  Finally Dave started a tape that played 
whispered messages through a speaker next to each ear 
telling Marsha repeatedly what a dirty slutty little 
whore she was, and suggesting that maybe this time she 
would be left in the dark till she starved to death.
 
Having had his planned humiliation and fucking session 
interrupted Dave decided to get some more paying work 
done so that tomorrow he could dedicate the whole 
night to his, hopefully more complaint, slave.  After 
another four hours of concentrated work on projects 
for his two best paying customers, Dave fixed himself 
another meal and went out front to collect his morning 
newspaper.  As he ate he glanced through the paper to 
see if there was any news about the poor missing 
Marsha from next door.  He found an article, and it 
seems that Marsha had confided in her sister that 
their stepfather had was touching her inappropriately 
and that was why she was planning to run away.  The 
authorities were suspecting that she had met with some 
form of foul play while trying to hitchhike to her 
aunt's house.  The article reported that none of the 
next door neighbors had seen or heard anything 
unusual.
 
Dave relaxed with his after meal coffee and watched 
Marsha struggling against the straps holding her 
immobile.  Dave turned up the volume on the audio 
monitor and listened to her begging to be released and 
her promises of total obedience.  Dave added some 
references about little sluts who let their 
stepfathers touch them to the tape whispering in her 
ears then went to bed.
 
At four o'clock the next afternoon Dave woke up 
anticipating sixteen hours of obedience training, 
humiliation and fucking with his new bitch, Fluffy.  
He ate a light snack while he watched and listened to 
his slave in her punishment cell.  When he was ready 
he stopped the shocks, temperature fluctuations and 
screams, then opened the hidden door at the back of 
his closet and loosened the straps holding the 
babbling young girl to the floor of her cell.  
Attaching the leash to her choker chain Dave pulled 
Marsha from her cell.  The girl followed on her hands 
and knees then collapsed on the floor still babbling 
incoherently.
 
Dave sat down and pulled the still blindfolded 
chocolate colored beauty up to a kneeling position 
between his legs with her arms draped over his thighs 
and her head resting on his chest.  Dave's cock 
nestled comfortably between her firm chocolate colored 
breasts, and her dark chocolate nipples pressed into 
his stomach.  Her babbling slowly became great body 
wrenching sobs as she cried almost hysterically.  Dave 
gently stroked Marsha's hair, back, shoulders and face 
as he allowed her to cry herself out while he admired 
her almost flawless brown skin.

When the sobs decreased the young girl hugged her 
tormentor's thighs with her arms and gently kissed his 
stomach working her way down towards his hard cock 
which was resting between her breasts.  Between kisses 
she spoke to the man she still had not seen.
 
"Please mister, don't make me go back in there again.  
I'll do anything you want.  I'll behave myself."  When 
she reached his pubic hair she pushed her nose into it 
and sniffed then worked her sniffing nose down to his 
genitals.  She sniffed and nuzzled his cock and balls 
then licked his genitals.  Without interrupting the 
tongue bath Dave took her hands and gently unwrapped 
them from his thighs and placed them on the floor 
moving her into the 'sit' position.
 
"Is Fluffy happy to see me?"  The young girl whined 
and wiggled her butt in answer.  Dave smiled knowing 
her rebellion was over, at least for the moment.  Dave 
allowed himself to enjoy her eager licking for a few 
more minutes before lifting her head from his crotch.
 
"Let's see if you remember your positions."  Dave 
pulled forward and slightly down on the leash. 
 
"Stand Fluffy."  Marsha 'stood' on all fours, then 
wiggled her butt in anticipation.  Dave stood up and 
moved the chair back then walked around Marsha to 
check her position.  He picked up his training whip 
and flicked the inside of her thighs.
 
"Knees further apart."  After Marsha moved knees Dave 
slid his hand over her butt and down between her legs 
letting his forefinger slid between the folds of her 
already wet cunt.  He was rewarded with an enticing 
butt wiggle from his bitch and a throaty moan.  Dave's 
other hand explored her thighs, stomach and finally 
her breasts.  Marsha's puppy like butt wiggling was 
rapidly becoming pelvic thrusts as she tried to work 
her self on his finger.  Even though Marsha had not 
been bathed since he brought her home, Dave was 
finding her natural odors extremely provocative and 
decided not to destroy them with soap and water.  Dave 
abandoned her wet pussy and stood up.
 
"Sit Fluffy." He commanded ignoring her whimpered 
pleading, and pulling straight up on the leash.  
Marsha moved her butt down to rest between her heels 
and put her hands on the floor between her wide spread 
knees.  Dave inspected her positioning and found it 
perfect.  From the front her breasts were pushed 
together by her upper arms.  Her breasts and her lower 
arms neatly framed her patch of black kinky pubic hair 
and her open wet cunt with it's protruding glistening 
outer lips.  Dave patted her on the head "Good girl, 
Fluffy."  Marsha's whole body wiggled with happiness.  
Dave stepped closer allowing his hard cock to rest 
against the side of her face.  Marsha immediately 
pushed her nose into his genitals and 'nuzzled' them 
then licked his scrotum while whimpering a greeting 
and wiggling her butt as best she could in the 'sit' 
position.
 
With her sight removed Marsha was learning to 
concentrate on her other senses and she was finding 
everything erotically stimulating.  When she was lying 
against him sobbing she had been acutely aware of his 
cock resting between her breasts.  She had inhaled the 
manly sent of his body.  The slightly musky smell of 
his genitals had sent torrents of lubrication flowing 
in her pussy.  His hands seemed to ignite erotic fire 
wherever they touched her.  And know, smelling his 
genitals was like turning on a faucet in her cunt.  As 
she licked her way up the base of his cock towards the 
head with the intent of taking it in her mouth and 
sucking on it, Marsha finally admitted to her self how 
desperately she wanted this man to fuck her.  When 
Dave stepped away, withdrawing his cock from her reach 
Marsha's whine of disappointment was obvious, and 
brought an unseen smile to Dave's lips.
 
"Stand Fluffy."  He ordered as he pulled the leash 
forward and down.  Marsha immediately changed to the 
'stand' position on her hands and knees, making sure 
her knees were far enough apart to insure her 
'owner's' access to her wet eager cunt.
 
"Before I teach you the next position, you need to 
learn a few other signals.  If I tap your cheek like 
this," Dave gently tapped her cheek beside her mouth, 
"you will open your mouth ready to receive your owners 
cock."  Dave tapped her on the cheek, Marsha eagerly 
opened her mouth and sighed with happiness when it was 
filled with the velvety cockhead she had sucked the 
night before.  As Dave moved his cock in and out of 
her mouth Marsha swirled her tongue around the welcome 
invader.  Then whimpered, almost howled with 
disappointment when it was withdrawn a moment later. 
Dave was in heaven, he loved to keep his cock hard for 
hours at a time and having a slave to torment was the 
perfect way to accomplish this goal.
 
"Now, you will learn the 'play' position."  Dave 
petted Marsha and scratched behind her ears while he 
talked.  "This position is called the 'play' position 
for two reasons.  First because it approximates the 
positions dogs use when they are trying to entice 
another dog to play with them, secondly because it 
will present your cunt and ass for my pleasure."  
Marsha's body wiggled in anticipation.
 
"Stretch your arms out on the floor over your head," 
Dave moved her body into the desired position as her 
gave instructions, "put your chest down on the floor."  
The coolness of the wood floor felt good on her 
breasts.  "And keep your butt as high in the air as 
you can.  Keep the knees apart just like in the 'sit' 
position."  Fluffy imagined what she looked like her 
chest and face pushed submissively against the floor 
and her butt sticking up, obscenely exposing her cunt 
and asshole for her master to play with.  She wanted 
to beg her owner to fuck her, she ached for a cock in 
her cunt.  Using the only language she was allowed 
Marsha wiggled her butt and whined pleadingly, trying 
to make the whine sound as much as possible like 
'please fuck me'.
 
Dave knelt behind his obedient young bitch and reached 
out, almost reverently, and moved his hands over her 
upturned butt, then down the outside of her thighs.  
When he reached her knees he moved his hands to the 
inside of her thighs and slowly moved them back up 
towards her waiting cunt.  The sight of her wet pussy 
mesmerized him.  Her copious secretions dampened her 
upper thighs.  Her glistening, engorged cunt lips 
stood open revealing the hot dark hole waiting for his 
hard cock.   Her swollen clitoris peeked out from 
between the lips where they met at the, in this 
position, lower end of her vagina.  Dave moved his 
finger tips around the waiting folds of female flesh 
and gently stroked the area between her cunt and her 
puckered brown asshole.
 
Dave leaned closer to her and inhaled the distinctly 
intoxicating smell of a sexually aroused woman.  
Continuing to run his finger tips over her sensitive 
skin Dave extended his tongue and separated the folds 
of flesh, licking up and down each side of each of her 
fleshy cunt lips.  Reveling in the salty, musky taste 
of her brown skin Dave licked up to her crinkled 
asshole, which he gently circled with his tongue 
before probing it with the tip.
 
Marsha's hands clutched and relaxed trying to grab 
onto the smooth wood floor.  She turned her head to 
the side rested it on the floor with her eyes closed 
under the blindfold and a smile growing on her lips.  
Her hips slowly rocked and rotated as a low throaty 
groan grew from deep inside her.  Dave probed his 
tongue further and further into her relaxing sphincter 
while he ran his hands up her back then back across 
her buttocks and down her thighs and back.  Each time 
he went around her pussy without touching it.
 
Finally Dave pulled his tongue from her asshole and 
worked it back down and around the fleshy folds of her 
cunt, eventually arriving at her sensitive clitoris, 
which he sucked into his mouth and flicked rapidly 
with the tip of his tongue.  Marsha's whole body 
seemed to reverberate as each flick of Dave's tongue 
drove her closer and closer to an explosive orgasmic 
release.
 
Dave tilted his head side wise and sucked each of her 
cunt lips into his mouth sucking and tonguing it 
before moving to the other.  He pushed his face up 
against her cunt and drove his tongue into her dark 
moist cavern, his lower lip an chin massaging her 
clitoris as he moved his tongue over the walls of her 
cunt licking every drop of her nectar he could reach.  
He loved the taste, feel and smell of her so much 
that, if possible, he would have fucked her with his 
head.
Marsha was emitting a constant low-pitched  'oooooo 
eeeeeeeee aaaaaaaaaa oooooooooooo eeeeeeee aaaaa' as 
her body neared the precipice of orgasmic convulsion.  
Dave placed his forefinger on Marsha's ass and pushed 
it into her.  There are some women who 'ejaculate' 
when they have orgasms shooting fluid from some secret 
reservoir.  Such women are almost always multi-
orgasmic and have been known to soak a mattress 
virtually all the way through with their copious 
flows.  Marsha was one of these women.
 
As her orgasm crested Marsha rewarded her owner with 
mouthfuls of orgasmic fluids.  It ran down his chin 
and dripped onto the floor.  It ran down her legs and 
pooled under her knees.  Her whole body undulated with 
wave after wave of orgasmic muscle contractions, and 
with each wave her cunt would expel another flood of 
her female ejaculate.  The entire time she slowly 
ground her cunt against his face and pushed herself 
back onto the finger invading her asshole.  Dave 
removed his mouth from her fountaining cunt and, after 
grabbing her hips, placed the head of his large hard 
cock at the opening to her eager pussy and plunged the 
entire length of his tool into her in one motion.
 
"Yesssssssssyesssssssyesssssss." The prostrate teenage 
girl hissed as she was filled with hard cock.  Dave 
fucked his bitch with long steady strokes, slamming 
his body against her up thrust cunt each time he 
buried himself in the wet folds of her pussy, and 
whipping her vaginal secretions into a foam that 
coated his pubic hair and drooled down her inner 
thighs.  Marsha's orgasmic gyrations continued as Dave 
reached under her belly and used his thumb and 
forefinger to stroke her hard clitoris in time with 
his cock fucking in and out of her gapping pussy.
 
Marsha had spewed so much fluid that their knees were 
slipping in it and Dave had trouble keeping up the 
deep thrusts he liked so much.  He grabbed her around 
the waist and laid back on the floor pulling her into 
a sitting position impaled on his cock, facing his 
feet.
 
"Fuck yourself on my cock, bitch." He commanded as he 
guided her up and down motions with his hands on her 
waist.  Marsha pumped herself up and down on his huge 
hard tool, Dave pulled down on her waist each time she 
lowered her self onto his cock to insure deep 
penetration.  Marsha's breasts bounced up and down in 
time with her body jerking plunges down onto her 
owner's tool.  She leaned forward and rested her hands 
on the knotted muscles of his thighs.
 
Dave sat up and, moving his hands from her waist to 
her breasts, pulled her back against his chest and 
held her still as his cock, buried to the hilt in her 
wet dripping pussy jerked and spasmed shooting cum 
into her.  Marsha put her hands on top of her owner's 
hands that were squeezing her breasts and leaned her 
head back against him as her body spasmed in one last 
orgasmic release, keeping time with his cock drenching 
her cunt walls with cum.  As Dave eased Marsha's semi-
limp body off his it seemed that the entire room had 
been drenched with her orgasmic fluids.  He rested for 
a few minutes then stood up and used the leash to pull 
her up to the standing position.
 
"That," he informed her, "is why we call it the 'play' 
position."  Dave pushed his cock onto her lips.  "Lick 
it clean," he ordered.  "From know on you will be 
expected to automatically perform this service."  
Marsha nuzzled her owner's testicles then licked her 
own juices off his cock.  When he was satisfied with 
the cleaning job Dave used the leash to guide Marsha 
into the kitchen and put a bowl of water on the floor 
for her then started preparing a meal.  With out 
hesitation Marsha leaned down and lapped water from 
her bowl.  As she lapped Marsha hoped that her owner 
would never take her blindfold off.  Being blindfolded 
was forcing her to concentrate on her senses of smell, 
taste and hearing.  Even the water she was lapping 
tasted better than anything she had ever had.
 
Even with her limited experience of only being raped 
three or four times, she was positive that the fucking 
she had just received would not have been nearly as 
gut wrenchingly satisfying if she had not been 
blindfolded.  Then with an epiphany of understanding 
she realized that it would never have been that good 
if she had not been forced.  She realized that only 
the removal of all her options gave her the freedom to 
enjoy being fucked like an animal.  Only her 
terrifying ordeal in 'that place' gave her the total, 
single minded, concentration on satisfying her owner 
that led up to the frenzied fucking she had just been 
forced to enjoy.
 
Her clitoris and her cunt felt like they were 
vibrating, her thigh muscles would twitch with 
occasional 'orgasm after shocks'.  And whatever her 
owner was cooking smelled better than the best food 
she could remember ever eating in the past.  While he 
was cooking Marsha's owner would occasionally, when 
the food did not need his immediate attention, step 
over to her, pull her up to a sit position and tap her 
on the check.  Marsha would open her mouth and welcome 
his large hard cock with tongue swirls and moist 
sucking until he would withdraw his tool and return to 
his cooking duties.
 
While he was cooking Dave ordered her to pick up her 
bowl and drink from it instead of lapping the water, 
and every time she finished it off he would refill it 
and order her to drink again.  By the time the food 
was done Marsha had forced down ten bowls of water and 
felt like she would throw up if she had to drink 
another drop.  She heard her owner put a dish of food 
in front of her and leaned towards it when she felt a 
sharp pull on her choke chain.
 
"You don't eat until you are told to, bitch."  He 
walked her over to the table at the end of the kitchen 
and pushed her underneath.  Then he sat at the table 
and, before eating, reached under the table and pulled 
her head into his crotch.  Marsha got the message and 
sucked his hard cock while he ate his meal.
 
Dave ate with one hand and casually stroked Marsha's 
head with the other as she worked her mouth up and 
down the shaft of his hard cock.  When he was done 
with his meal Dave sat back and enjoyed the feel of 
her tongue work for a few minutes, then pushed her 
head off his cock and scooted his chair back from the 
table.  Picking up the leash Dave pulled Marsha out 
from underneath the table and positioned her so she 
faced the kitchen counter.
 
"Does Fluffy need to pee?'  Marsha whined and nodded 
her head 'yes' vigorously.  "No bitch can be a really 
good fuck unless she has strengthened, toned and 
gained control of the muscles of her cunt.  I have an 
exercise you will be doing every time you have to pee.  
Now, I want you to squat right where you are.  You can 
hang onto the edge of the counter." Dave placed 
Marsha's hands on the edge of the counter.  "Now I am 
placing a plastic dish pan under you.  When I tell you 
to pee, you will start peeing.  When I tell you to 
stop you will stop and hold your pee until I tell you 
to pee again.  Do you understand?"  Marsha nodded her 
head 'yes' while she blushed with humiliation and 
embarrassment.  Being watched while she peed would 
have been bad enough.  To have this person telling her 
to start and stop would have been more than she could 
have born except for the memory of being strapped down 
in 'that place'.
 
"Pee," Dave said.  Marsha relaxed her sphincter muscle 
and the urine flowed, splashing noisily in the plastic 
dishpan.  "Stop," Dave ordered, as soon as the flow 
reached its maximum volume.  Marsha visibly struggled 
to cut off her urine flow, clamping down the muscles 
in and around her vagina and anus.  She could feel the 
stinging in her urethra as she strained to hold her 
pee against the building pressure from her bladder.  
Dave squatted over her allowing his cock and balls to 
rest on her back as her caressed her breasts then ran 
his hands down and over her the trembling muscles in 
her stomach and thighs.
 
"Pee," He said in her ear as he moved his hands back 
across her stomach returning to her breasts.  "Stop."  
Dave kissed up and down her neck and across her 
shoulders, while he pinched and twisted her nipples.  
Her body once again trembled from the effort of 
holding her urgent need in check.
 
Thus it continued for, what seemed to Marsha to be 
hours as Dave played with her trembling body making 
her hold her pee, then release it, then hold it again.  
Tears of shame soaked her blindfold, and her skin 
seemed to burn with humiliation.  Finally, she was 
done her bladder was empty.  Dave stood up, then 
turned Marsha around so she faced away from the 
counter and had her squat with her back leaning 
against the cupboard doors, and the dish pan still 
beneath her.
 
"As a bitch sex slave you will have to learn to 
participate in all kinds of activities that you 
ordinarily would not consider."  Holding the base of 
his hard cock Dave released a stream of his own urine 
aimed to hit Marsha square on her open cunt.  "Being 
pissed on is just one of them."  Marsha jumped when 
the stream of hot liquid hit her between the legs.  
She almost turned to deflect it away from her pussy 
then restrained herself.  Sobs racked her body as the 
hot liquid moved up from her pussy, soaking her pubic 
hair then continuing across her stomach and splashing 
on each of her breasts in turn.  As Dave urinated on 
each of her breasts Marsha could feel the splash 
hitting her face.
 
When he was done Dave tapped Marsha on the cheek and 
when she opened her mouth he pushed in his hard, still 
dripping, cock and fucked into her throat banging her 
head against the cupboard door with each thrust.  
Marsha instinctively grabbed the base of his cock with 
both hands trying to keep from being choked by the 
hard rod fucking too far down her inexperienced 
throat. After enjoying the throat fucking for a few 
minutes Dave pulled his dick from her mouth.
 
"Stand Fluffy." He ordered pulling the leash forward 
and down as he stepped to the side.  Marsha fell 
forward landing hard on her hands and knees.  Then he 
pulled forward on the leash and walked her back over 
to her food dish on the other side of the kitchen.  
 
"Now you can eat, and make it quick I've got to get 
you cleaned up, you've gotten yourself soiled again."  
Marsha leaned down and ate the food from the dish on 
the floor trying to ignore the smell and feel of urine 
dripping from her body.
 
After her dinner Dave gave the leash a sharp pull and 
walked Marsha into the bedroom then into the bathroom, 
and finally into the shower.  Still on her hands and 
knees Dave rinsed her off with cold water taking extra 
care to aim the stream between her legs.  By the time 
he was done Marsha's teeth were chattering and her 
body was shivering.  Dave toweled her dry then walked 
her back into the bedroom where he spent an hour 
putting her into each of the positions she had already 
learned.
Each time he put her into the 'play' position Dave 
would push his cock into one of her upturned holes and 
fuck for a few minutes slowly building their 
excitement.  Each time he put her into the 'sit' 
position he would require her to nuzzle and sniff his 
genitals before he fucked his cock in and out of her 
mouth a few times.  Each time she was placed in the 
'stand' position he would squeeze her breasts and 
nipples, and always he would correct her positioning 
with flicks from his whip.
 
"Now it's time for you to learn a new position."  He 
announced pulling his cock from her wet gapping cunt 
and putting her back to the 'stand' position.  He 
positioned her on her knees, raised up with her arms 
and hands held like a dog standing on its hind feet. 
 
"We will call this the 'beg' position.  You will 
accompany this position with body wiggles and begging 
whines."  Dave paused until Marsha got the message, 
then she whined and wiggled her body.  "That's good.  
Now, what you are begging for is permission to hump 
your cunt on the person's leg."
 
The whining and body wiggles lost much of their 
enthusiasm.  Marsha was mortified at the thought of 
rubbing herself on some ones leg.  She had seen male 
dogs doing this.  Boys always got a big kick out of 
it, but she thought it was the grossest thing she 
could ever imagine, and now she was not only going to 
have to do it, she was going to have to beg permission 
first.  Dave pulled his chair up in front of Marsha 
and extended his right leg until the top of his ankle 
pushed against her wet open pussy.
 
"When the person places his leg in the proper 
position," Dave nudged her open cunt with his foot, 
"then you will wrap your arms around their leg and 
begin humping yourself."  Despite the humiliation she 
felt, Marsha's cunt begged for attention.  Marsha 
wrapped her arms around Dave's leg and slowly rubbed 
herself up and down on his ankle.  Even though she was 
blindfolded Marsha looked down at the floor trying to 
hide her embarrassment.  Dave placed a hand on each 
side of her face and could feel the heat of her blush.
 
"When you are humping a person's leg you must turn 
your face up towards them so they can watch both your 
humiliation and your pleasure."  Dave gently pulled 
her face up until she was turned toward him.  She 
could feel the wet sticky folds of her cunt dragging 
over her master's hairy leg.  Her engorged clitoris 
rubbed against his hard shinbone.  Dave pinched her 
nipples and marveled at the different feel of Marsha's 
bristly kinky pubic hair rubbing against his leg 
followed by her soft open pussy rubbing over the same 
place, then on the down stroke the feel of her soft 
wet pussy being followed by the rasping pubic hair.
 
"Why isn't my bitch letting me know how much she's 
enjoying the honor of humping herself on my leg?"  
Marsha whimpered and growled, then threw in a few 
barks as she humped her cunt against his leg with 
shorter harder strokes.  Finally, getting into the 
action, Marsha howled, and as an orgasm swept over 
her, she clutched Dave's leg and rubbed herself 
against him as hard as she could in her crouched 
position.  Dave pinched Marsha's nipples hard during 
her orgasm helping her to identify pain and pleasure 
as one.  When her orgasmic convulsions passed Marsha 
collapsed against Dave's leg, still clutching it with 
her arms and her wet cunt still pushed against his 
pussy juice covered ankle.  Dave stroked her head then 
pulled her up straddling his lap and lowered her down 
onto his waiting erection.
 
"Slow girl, slow." Dave instructed as he was being 
enveloped in the warm moistness of her open cunt.  
Dave loved the feel of his hard cock slipping into her 
hot wet tight pussy.  Marsha's legs trembled as she 
strained to slow her decent onto the hard fleshy pole.  
Once fully inside her Dave pulled Marsha forward until 
she was resting against his chest then, while 
inserting two fingers into her asshole pushed his lips 
against hers and invaded her mouth with his tongue.
 
Still deprived of her sight, Marsha concentrated on 
her other senses.  Her nostrils flared with the 
mingled smells of her master's body and her own hot 
sex.  The sound of her master's hot breath and his 
tiny grunts of pleasure added to her excitement.  The 
feel of her breasts rubbing against his hairy chest 
kept her nipples almost painfully hard.  Above all 
else the feel of all three of her orifices being 
filled by him simultaneously while his arms held her 
so tightly she was almost deprived of breath gave her 
a new and unexpected feeling.  Marsha relaxed and 
enjoyed the peace of being totally possessed.
 
The growl started low and deep inside Marsha unnoticed 
by either herself or her owner.  It built becoming 
louder and higher pitched as she rode his large hard 
cock in time to his tongue thrusting into her mouth 
and his fingers fucking in and out of her ass.  Then, 
just when she was about to cum again Dave pulled her 
down onto his cock and held her tighter than ever.
 
"Still, sit still, don't move a muscle." He ordered 
breaking off the kiss, and talking directly into her 
ear.  Marsha strained to obey him.  Every muscle in 
her body wanted to move, wanted to writhe and undulate 
with the coming orgasm.  Dave held her tight against 
him and continued to speak into her ear.
 
"Don't move.  Just sit still and concentrate on the 
cock inside you."  Dave had pulled his fingers from 
her rear hole and now held her tight with both hands 
stroking up and down her back.  
 
"Just concentrate on what it feels like to have your 
cunt stretched and filled by my hard cock."  Marsha's 
growl turned into a pitiful begging whine.  Every 
instinct told her to fuck herself as hard as she could 
on the cock invading her cunt.  Marsha's body trembled 
with the strain of not moving.  The hands, gently 
caressing her back and butt, added to the desire to 
violently fuck herself on her master's cock.
 
Marsha felt like the cock inside her was growing even 
bigger.  If felt like she had been sitting on this 
monstrously huge cock, rocking on the precipice of 
orgasm, for her entire life.  Once or twice she lost 
control and tried to move herself on the fleshy rod 
inside of her.  Each time Dave held her still more 
tightly.  The entire time he talked gently into her 
ear about the 'feel of the cock' .
 
Marsha was only vaguely aware that Dave was moving as 
he slipped his hand between them, all she could think 
about was the feeling that she would go insane if she 
wasn't allowed to fuck, and cum, soon.  She was caught 
totally by surprise when Dave's hand reached its goal 
and pinched her hard, engorged clitoris.  The scream 
was ear splitting, her body went into convulsions,  it 
was hard to tell whether it was a reaction of pain or 
pleasure.
 
Dave continued to squeeze the tender nub of flesh 
between his thumb and forefinger as he enjoyed the way 
her convulsing body and spasming cunt worked his hard 
cock.  Dave, remembering how good it felt to have his 
cock buried in her cunt while she struggled for air 
that first night, wrapped his other arm around her 
head and used his hand to pinch her nose and cover her 
mouth.   She was like a wild animal.  Dave loved the 
way her cunt, under the combined influence of orgasm, 
pain and suffocation, clutched at his cock and milked 
cum from his balls as he drained himself into her.

His own orgasm finished Dave finally released both 
Marsha's clitoris and her mouth and allowed her to 
collapse her head resting on his shoulder as she 
gasped for air.  They sat like that until Dave's 
shriveling cock slipped from her cunt allowing a flow 
of cum to dribble to the floor below.  As his own 
strength returned Dave pushed Marsha into a sitting 
position, still straddling his lap with her wet 
dripping cunt open to his view.  Dave gently probed 
her with his fingers.
 
"Well, bitch, I think it's time for us to go to bed."  
Dave could see, and feel her body tense with fear.  
"You've been a good little fuck puppy so I won't put 
you back into the cell for know."  Her body relaxed 
and she rocked her cunt back and forth on his fingers.  
Dave pulled his fingers out of her and took her over 
to the bed on her hands and knees.  He allowed her to 
sniff and feel the pet bed he had set up for her.  
Dave had purchased the largest rattan dog bed he could 
find.  I was just big enough for Marsha to curl up in.
 
"As long as you are a good little bitch and do as you 
are told you will be allowed to sleep here.  If do not 
behave you will go back into your cell.  I am hooking 
a chain to your training color, and I will hook the 
other end to the bedpost.  If I desire your services 
during the knight I will pull on the chain.  When I 
pull on the chain you will climb into my bed.  When I 
am finished fucking you, you will wait until I have 
gone back to sleep then slip out of my bed without 
waking me and return to your bed."
 
Dave cuffed her hands behind her back and allowed her 
to curl up in her bed.  Then, putting on a pair of 
pants, Dave went out to the front yard and collected 
his morning papers.  Returning to the house Dave 
started a cup of coffee brewing then looked in on 
Marsha.  Finding Marsha already sleeping Dave 
collected his cup then went into his workroom to sip 
coffee and read the papers.
 
Coffee and papers finished Dave rose from his chair 
intending to go to bed when he saw a flashing icon 
telling him he had email.  Normally he would have 
ignored it until after he had slept.  "What the heck" 
he thought as he clicked the mouse and opened the 
message.  Dave stared at the screen and slowly sank 
back into his chair.  He looked away, then looked back 
at the screen and read the message again.  "I know you 
have her."
 


  
GirlNextDoor