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The Girl Next Door (Mdom, rp, ped, slave) by Norm De Ploom 
(normdeploom@yahoo.com)

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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like 
stories about sex with children, don't read it. If you don't like 
stories about forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the 
arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason 
it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it.

Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved. This story 
may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written 
permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed 
with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@yahoo.com.

***

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 had could just imaged what her 
aureoles 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 five room. Just big enough 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 my 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 logs 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. 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 Internet 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, her 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 laid 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 began to 
harden. 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 began to jerk 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 
womanness. 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 began to stroke 
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 on 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 worshipping at the altar of some exotic 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, 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 rear hole 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 it's 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 began 
to flick 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 began to work 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 her stomach, stopping 
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. AS he pushed his cockhead into her he sighed 
into her ear.

"At last I get to play with my new fuck toy." Marsha began go buck 
against her restraints trying to through 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 directly 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 began to panic. She 
thrashed her head back and forth trying to dislodge his hand form 
her face. At the same time she began to pull 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 began to gently pump his cock in and out 
of her tight wet cunt. As he fucked he moved his mouth down and 
began to suck and chew 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 began to roughly knead 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 laid still not wanting to 
disturb her tormentor. She concentrated on filling her lungs with 
air, a difficult job with his wait 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 began to panic 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 began to knead 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 then squeezing them as hard a she could her 
pulled on them until her body started to be lifted off the bed and 
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 monsters 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 him self 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 to her. "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 hard cock on her 
waiting asshole. 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 
glans, 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 began to make 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 began to jerk 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 hole while Marsha struggled against her bindings trying 
to through 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 road out her struggles then, still holding his cock buried in 
her began to fondle her thighs and breasts. When her nipples began 
to respond to his touch, Dave began to work a finger in and out of 
the still wet folds of her pussy and work her large clitoris with 
his thumb. Once again her screams and struggles were 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 began to ease 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 ass hole felt grasping at his large 
hard cock-flesh. 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 began 
fucking 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 asshole 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 but 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 morning 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." Her replied. 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 after noon. 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 infrared 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 started 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 
my his own booming voice.

"Wake up slut." Marsha began to struggle 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 
began trying 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." Dave said loudly. 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 lay 
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 only 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 laying 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 stay alive. 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 and began to pinch and fondle 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 began to flow 
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 began 
to marvel 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 began to shrink, 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 began to work 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 most tender of Wanda'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 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 at least 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." Marsh answered automatically. Dave's whip landed across her 
back again.

"Can a bitch say 'no'?" He asked. Wanda'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. Wanda 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 began to pull 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 body wrenching sobs. By the time each breast had 
received six blows Dave had a raging hardon 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 her 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 coming 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 started to touch her in inappropriate ways 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 started 
loosening 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.

As the sobs decreased the young girl hugged her tormentor's thighs 
with her arms and began to gently kiss his stomach working her way 
down towards his hard cock 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 noes down to his genitals. She sniffed and nuzzled his 
cock and balls then began to lick. Without interrupting the tongue 
bath she was giving his genitals 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 began licking 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 concentrated on her 
other senses and she was finding everything erotically 
stimulating. When she was laying 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 pussy. 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 fare 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 to me 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 began to 
separate 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 its tip into her.

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 with each flick of Dave's tongue driving her 
closer and closer to an explosive orgasmic release.

Dave tilted his head sidewise 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 began to drive 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
"ooooooeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooeeeeeeeeaaaaa" 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 new owner with mouthfuls 
of orgasmic fluids. It ran down his chin and dripped onto his 
chest. 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 began to fuck 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 began to lick 
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 began to prepare 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 through up if she had to drink 
another drop. She heard her owner put a dish of food in front of 
her and started to lean over towards it when she felt a sharp pull 
on her choke chain.

"You don't eat until you are told to, bitch." Dave informed her. 
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 he 
started eating reached under the table and pulled her head into 
his crotch. Marsha got the message and began to suck 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 your 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 began to flow 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 began to tremble 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 
began to fuck 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 
began to eat 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 and began to whine and wiggle her body. 
"That's good. Now, what you are begging for is permission to hump 
your cunt on the persons 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 her self 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 masters 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 
her self 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 self 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 whole body began 
to tremble 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 began to grow 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 started to loose control and tried to move her self 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 began to rock 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." Was all that it said.
