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The Girl Next Door
By
Norm DePloom
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.
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.
The Girl Next Door
Part Two- Marsha Begins Her Training
By
Norm DePloom
Normdeploom@yahoo.com
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.
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