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The Witness

(Being part two of a continuing story of non-consensual sexual slavery.)

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

After spending a few minutes enjoying the sight of the slave I'd just whipped and fucked, I stood up and began preparing her for her next journey into pain.  This time it would be a different kind of pain.  Lynn was just beginning to stir as I unhooked her ankle cuffs from the floor and hooked them to each other with an eighteen-inch chain.  The length calculated to allow her to move around, as long as she took small steps.  If she made any attempt to take a normal-sized step, or to run, the chain would cause her to trip and land flat on her face.  Slave owners have used such chains for years to hobble recalcitrant slaves.  This chain was made with small titanium links, making it deceptively light and delicate looking while being stronger than one of steel. 

 

"I don't know if you're a practitioner of the masturbatory arts," I said, as I un-hooked each of Lynn's wrist cuffs then hooked them together behind her back, "but I'm willing to bet your freedom that you've never had an orgasm as intense as those."  Lynn was still dazed from her first experience as my slave and gave no sign of having heard my comment as I walked her across the room toward the antique armoire setting against the opposite wall.  I found the clinking and dragging of her chain against the hardwood floor to be very pleasant.  I held Lynn's arm as we walked, and several times kept her from falling while she was getting used to taking only 'baby' steps.  When we reached the other side of the room I opened armoire door revealing, instead of clothes, an empty space lined with spiky foam soundproofing. 

 

With my encouragement Lynn stepped up into the armoire, then turned around to face me.   Leaning over I hooked the chain that was attached to her ankle cuffs to a hook protruding from the floor of the armoire.  Then, after leaning in and securing her hooked-together wrist cuffs to a hook on the back wall, I unbuckled her gag and pulled the ball from her mouth.  All this time Lynn, still with a blank, disassociated look on her face, was looking around, at the spiky foam covering the inside walls, at the armoire's ceiling just inches above her head, and at me securing her into the chamber.  Only when I started closing the doors did she seem to grasp what was happening to her.

 

"Oh god, no..."  She screamed, more loudly than I would have believed possible for a person her size.  Once the doors were secured I stood and listened in amazement.  I could, just barely, hear Lynn's begging me to let her out.  I had expected that it would take several hours of total dark and silence, except for her own sounds, to take its toll on my slave's mind.  If she kept screaming loud enough for me to hear, no matter how faintly, through the soundproofing she'd end up damaging her vocal chords.  I imagined my slave begging me to let her cum in a horse, husky whisper, and decided that it would not necessarily be a bad thing. 

 

While I picked up the remnants of her ruined clothes I thought about the look of terror that had been on Lynn's face when I first opened the trunk of my car.  I had assumed that the fear had all been about the kidnapping, but now I realized that she had a major phobia about dark, enclosed spaces.  This would give me a tremendous advantage, but one that would have to be used sparingly.  I didn't want her to loose the phobia do to it's over use as a punishment.  In the future the threat of the armoire would be far more powerful than its reality. 

 

After disposing of her clothes, and cleaning up the area around the double doorframe where she had been beaten and raped, I stood by the armoire and listened carefully.  Not a sound could be heard.  I opened a little door high up on the sidewall, it was designed so no light would be allowed in, but sound would be allowed out.

 

"Please," I heard Lynn beg in a throaty, exhausted whisper, "please let me out, mister.  I'll do anything you want, just let me out."  My cock hardened as I heard my helpless slave begging.  I closed the small door and went into the kitchen to fix myself some food.  She wasn't done yet, I decided, I wanted her too exhausted to even beg for mercy before I opened the doors.

 

By the time I was done with my meal I was met with total silence when I opened the little door on the side of the armoire.  I opened the doors to find Lynn leaning forward as far as her arms would let her.  She blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the light.  I released the chain from the hook on the floor of the armoire then, while holding Lynn's weight with my arms released her wrist cuffs from the hook on the back wall of the chamber.  Holding her limp body with my arms under her armpits, and her small firm breasts pressed against my chest, I pulled her from the armoire, her toes drug on the hardwood floor until I eased her down onto her knees.  With one hand holding a fistful of her hair I steadied my slave and kept her from falling over as I closed the doors behind her.  She seemed to be steady enough to kneel on her own, so I left her on the floor and sat down facing her in my recliner.  After looking around the room with a glassy eyed expression, looking like she was trying to assure herself that the world still existed after her terrifying experience, Lynn's eyes finally focused on me. 

 

"Oh god," Lynn said as she began walking on her knees toward me, "don't make me do that again, please?"  When she was close enough Lynn leaned forward from her waist, not an easy task when your arms are tied behind your back, and planted kisses on the tops of my feet.  I had to admit that she had the proper instincts for a slave.  I pulled her to her up to a kneeling position with a handful of hair.

 

“What are you?”  Lynn looked at me quizzically then opened and closed her mouth several time as she tried to work through exactly what answer I wanted.

 

“A slave.”  She finally answered with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

 

“Who am I?”

 

“My owner,” she responded with almost no hesitation.  Leaning forward I pushed my right hand between her legs and fingered her cunt lips and clitoris. 

 

“Whatever you thought you were,” I told her as my fingers pushed inside her, “whatever you thought you were going to become, you can forget.”  Placing my left hand behind Lynn’s head, I grabbed a handful of her hair and held her face just inches from mine while I pushed a second finger into her pussy.  “You are now a slave,” I assured her, “and you will never be anything other than a slave, to be used and abused for the entertainment of others.”  I removed my fingers from her pussy then pulled her head down and moved her mouth to my cock. 

 

“You’ve already admitted that you’re a slut with your mouth.”  Lynn ran her tongue up and down the underside of my hardening cock several times, always pausing to give special attention to that spot where the cockhead joins the cockshaft.

 

“From now on you will fuck and suck whenever you are told to.”  I was willing to bet that she'd never sucked a cock while kneeling on the floor with her arms restrained behind her back before.  I spread my legs out on each side of my slave and leaned back to enjoy a good long cock sucking. 

 

“Mmmm,” I said as put my hands behind my head, “show me how good my new suck-slut slave is at cocksucking.”  Struggling to keep her balance with her wrists fastened behind her back, Lynn moved her mouth up and down my cock.

 

“You do a really good job,” I said as I began thrusting my cock up to meet her downward moving mouth, “and make me cum better than I've ever cum before, and I'll let you stay out of your punishment box.  At least for a while,” I added as Lynn's throat opened allowing my cock full access to her mouth.  I could feel her saliva running down onto my balls as she pumped her mouth on my hard cock. 

 

“But,” I added, still meeting her mouth's downward movement with upward thrusts of my cock deep into her throat, “if I'm not satisfied with your cocksucking you're going to spend the whole night in there.”   With a fearful whine, partially gagged by the cock in her mouth, Lynn redoubled her efforts.  Her entire body trembled with the exertion as she repeatedly lifted her head, then slammed it back down, fucking her throat on my dick.  After enjoying Lynn's enthusiastic efforts to please her new master for several minutes, I placed my hands on the back of her head and held her face fully impaled on my hard cock.

 

"A new game," I announced, "you’re going to stay just as you are, with my dick in your throat until I tell you to move."  I could already feel my cock being massaged by the gentle spasms as she vainly struggled to suck air past my hard flesh.  I watched as her face turned red, and her eyes begged for permission to take a breath.  Her body trembled with the effort to remain impaled on my cock as her mind struggled with the conflicting fears of asphyxiation and enclosed dark spaces.   Just before the need for oxygen overcame her fear of the armoire, I pulled her head up by her hair. 

 

“Again,” I said pushing her face back into my crotch after she'd taken a couple of lungs-full of air.  I continued the game, for what must have seemed to be an eternity for Lynn.  Not wanting to waste time having her back in the armoire, I watched her carefully and always pulled her head up just as the lack of oxygen was about to overcome her fear.  Finally, after losing track of how many times I'd forced Lynn to the brink of passing out, I pulled her mouth off my saliva-drenched cock. 

 

“Without getting off your knees,” I instructed her, “go to that table and bring me the rod.”  With a look of terror in her eyes, Lynn 'walked' on her knees, the chain between her ankle cuffs clinking and dragging on the floor, to the table where she leaned forward and picked the rod up with her teeth.  Struggling to remain upright with her hands manacled behind her back, Lynn walked on her knees over to where I waited.  Once she was kneeling in front of me again, with the rod extending out on each side of her mouth, I moved a few strands of sweet soaked hair away from her face, then gently pinched and twisted her nipples.  Leaning forward I sucked, and gently nibbled, on each of her nipples slowly increasing the force until her moans of pleasure were replaced with whimpers and groans of pain. 

 

"Now for the real test of your cocksucking skill," I said releasing her nipples, "when I tell you to," I continued as I ran my right hand down over her firm trembling belly, "you will begin sucking on my cock," I pushed my hand between her legs and found her cunt wetter and more open than it had been only moments before.  Even though she claimed to be a virgin, three of my fingers slipped easily into her slick pussy.  With a moan, Lynn thrust her hips forward forcing my fingers deeper into her body. 

 

"You're not allowed to stop sucking until you have my cum in your mouth," I continued my instructions as I fucked my fingers in and out of her.  Pushing deeper into her with my right hand, I removed the rod from her mouth with my left hand.

 

"And, just to make sure you do the best job you're capable of, I'm going to whip you and not stop until my cum is on your tongue."  Whether it was from fear, excitement, or some combination of the two I couldn't say, but Lynn whimpered loudly, her body jerked, and her wet cunt clamped down on my invading fingers when I mentioned the whip.  Pulling my fingers from her pussy I looked steadily into Lynn's eyes as I wiped the slime off them onto Lynn's smooth flawless skin.  Starting with her cheek I left a trail of glistening cunt secretion down her neck and over her breasts. 

 

"Now," I said softly as I pulled my fingers away from her body.  With what appeared to be an extremely worshipful demeanor, Lynn slowly leaned forward.  Being careful not to lose her balance she sucked my hard cock into her mouth once again.  I moaned with pleasure as she engulfed my dick in her hot wet mouth and waited until she'd slurped her mouth up and down my thick shaft three times before I brought the flexible fiberglass rod down on her back.  Her body still bore the slowly fading evidence of her earlier whipping, and the brightness of the sharply defined, fresh welts contrasted nicely with older, less well defined remains of my previous efforts.  Her body jerked with each strike of the rod on her tender skin and her moans, squeals and yelps vibrated against my hard cock, which was serving quite well as a gag. 

 

In my most perverse fantasies I had done, in my imagination, just what I was doing now in reality.  I could not even begin to number the times I had unmercifully beaten some imaginary bitch while she obediently sucked on my cock.  The image had never failed to generate a rock hard organ with witch I could fuck whatever cunt I happened to be with at the time, or stroke with my hand if I was alone.  The orgasms that accompanied that fantasy were always the most intense.  Now I was discovering that the reality was immeasurably better than the daydream.  Never in my life had my cock felt so large and hard.  Never before had I felt the intense god-like power of actually having a bitch on her knees in front of me on whom I could inflict any punishment my perverted imagination could dream up. 

 

Since her arms were restrained behind Lynn’s back they received a large portion of the blows.  As she sucked I aimed the rod further out on her behind, allowing the limber tip to curl around the curve of her butt and land on Lynn’s upper thighs.  As my excitement grew I aimed more of the blows to land right along the crack of her ass, where the tip could curl around and land on the lips of her virgin cunt.  That generated screams that could be heard in spite of the large hard shaft of flesh filling her mouth and throat. 

 

The rod slipped from my grip and landed on the floor as I felt my cum moving up through my cock.  I truly felt like I might pass out from the intensity of the feelings.  My dick throbbed and jerked in slow motion as what felt like an unending supply of my sperm spewed from the slit on its end to coat the inside of my slave's obedient mouth.  My eyes rolled up inside my head so hard they almost hurt, my toes curled to the point of cramping, and I grasped hand fulls of Lynn's hair, holding it so tightly that I was later amazed that I had not pulled out large tufts.  My hips jerked repeatedly driving my cock deeper into Lynn's throat. 

 

Finally every muscle in my body relaxed leaving me limp on the couch.  Lynn, displaying excellent instincts for a new, unwilling, slave, held my softening cock in her mouth until she was given permission to release it.