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Author: Hungry Guy
Title: HUNGRY FOR MISSY
Summary: A young girl seeks slavery to escape a tormented childhood.
Keywords: M/f oral ws rom humil rough het Mdom fsub Mpov caution
CAUTION!
Language: english
   HUNGRY FOR MISSY By Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)
   FOREWORD: This story was requested by a fan.  None of the people in this
story are real.  The people and names are all fictitious.  Any similarity
to real people is purely coincidence.  No actual minors were involved in
writing this story.  This story is nothing more than words out of my
imagination.
CAUTION: This story depicts the statutory rape, enslavement, and torture
of a 16-year old girl.  If that offends you, do not read it.
   ****
   Guy was working on his latest epic masterpiece, _Tortured Slave Girls
Chopped Up And Swallowed Alive,_ when his email dinged.  By the message
subject, it looked like somebody answered his kinky ad to be his slave
girl:
   > FROM: Missy
   > TO: Hungry
   > SUBJECT: Slave Girl Wanted
   >
   > I've read all your stories for years.  I want to be
   > your slave girl and pain slut.  But there's a little
   > problem I have.  Please reply.
   Guy was intrigued.  What could be her "little" problem?  He'd suspected
a few scams in the past--a girl wanted to come to him, but needed him to
send her money first.  Yeah, right.  He replied:
   > From: Hungry
   > TO: Missy
   > SUBJECT: Slave Girl Wanted
   >
   > I'd love to own you.  What's the problem?
   > Don't panic if you're overweight or ugly.
   > I'm not fussy about what a girl looks like.
   She replied the next day:
   > FROM: Missy
   > TO: Hungry
   > SUBJECT: Slave Girl Wanted
   >
   > The problem is that I'm a minor.  I'm 16.
   > I hope that's okay with you.
   Guy gasped.  16?  Holy shit!  He considered deleting her emails just
then and blacklisting her.  But so many women have written to him over the
years asking, even begging, to become his slave; and every last one of them
turned out to be teasing him and falling off the face of the earth after a
few email exchanges: Alexa, Christina, Dassi, Emdamania, Fuschia, Janet,
Jenny, Keke, Kristina, Sally, Suzy, Zoe, and so many others that he'd
forgotten their names.  A few of these had lasted a few months, even
working on a story together for a while.  He knew his chances of getting a
slave girl were actually pretty slim.  He realized that he would have to
take a risk if he wanted to get a slave girl in his lifetime.  So he took a
small risk and replied, suggesting that they stay in touch until she's of
legal age:
   > From: Hungry
   > TO: Missy
   > SUBJECT: Slave Girl Wanted
   >
   > Why don't you wait until you're 18?  That's
   > just 2 years away.  Let's stay in touch until
   > then, and if you still want to be a slave,
   > I'll be glad to take ownership of you :-)
   Hr reply came within hours this time:
   > FROM: Missy
   > TO: Hungry
   > SUBJECT: Slave Girl Wanted
   >
   > I can't wait 2 more years.  I hate my life!  I'm
   > flunking school.  My mom hates me.  She runs from
   > boyfriend to boyfriend, and everybody treats me like
   > I'm in the way.  She doesn't care if her boyfriends
   > get drunk and beat me for kicks.  She told me that
   > she wished I'd just run away from home.  That's
   > when I wrote to you.  At least I can be a slave
   > and be useful to someone.  I'd heard about white
   > slavery in Eastern Europe and South America.  If
   > you don't want me, I'll just get myself forced
   > into a brothel somewhere.
   Guy was shocked at the girl's dilemma.  Getting sold into real slavery
and put into a brothel, he knew, would be a horrible life--worse than
anything she's going through now.  And then catching every known STD and
dying young from AIDS.  The law be damned, he'd be doing them both good by
taking her as his slave:
   > From: Hungry
   > TO: Missy
   >
   > Well, okay.  I'll take a risk on you.  If you're
   > serious, then just come when you're ready.  Let
   > me know when you're coming and I'll meet you at
   > the bus or train station.  If you come during the
   > week, let me know a few days in advance so that
   > I can take the day off from my job.
   Guy was waiting at the Greyhound bus depot Thursday afternoon.  He took
some time off his job to meet her when her bus pulled up.  They recognized
each other as she stepped off the bus.  _Shit!_ gasped Guy.  _She's just a
baby!_ Missy rushed over to him, but he stepped back as she tried to fall
into his arms.  "Not here," he whispered.  "Later."
   She looked around.  "Yeah.  I understand."
   They walked together over to his car, and arrived at his home a few
minutes later.
   "Well," she said as she set her small knapsack down in the middle of his
living room.  "Here I am."
   "Yes, you are," he said as he studied her pencil-like figure.  Guy
removed a page from his printer that he had printed earlier that day before
leaving for the bus depot.
   "What's that?" she asked.
   "Slave contract," said Guy.  "It's not a real legal contract, of course,
but it's basically your agreement that you're giving your body to me to be
my personal property."
   "Oh?" she grinned and reached for it.  "Let me sign it."
   "Not so fast," he said.  "Are you sure, absolutely sure, that you want
to be a slave?  My slave?  If you have any doubts that you want this, I'll
take you back to the bus depot and pay your bus fare back home."
   "I'm certain!" she said defiantly.  "Last night, my mom gave me money
for the bus ticket and said 'good riddance' to me when I left.  She stopped
at a place while taking me to the bus station and gave me a notarized
letter giving me permission to travel by myself.  She didn't even ask where
I was planning to go.  I'm your slave now, and I know what that means."
   "All right," he said as he slid the contract closer to her.  "You're
better off with me than in a brothel.  Sign here, and then slice your
finger with this scalpel, not too deep, and seal it with your blood."
   Missy signed the contract then held the scalpel up to her finger for a
moment.  "You do it," she said.
   Guy shrugged and held her right hand in his, and then slid the blade
across her index finger as she flinched, leaving a clean red cut that
instantly oozed bright red fluid.
   She sucked in a breath as Guy pressed her bloody finger onto her
signature.
   He then put her finger into his mouth and sucked on it, allowing her
blood to seep into his mouth as he drank it.  He then wrapped a bandage
around her finger and said, "That's it.  I own you now.  Your body is now
my personal property."
   Missy looked at him nervously.  "Okay.  Now what?"
   "You realize what it means to be a slave, right?"
   "Yes," she hesitated, "Master.  I have to obey everything you say,
right?"
   "That's right.  And you're a slave.  You won't always enjoy all the ways
I use you."
   "I know," she said.  "I read all your stories and researched about BDSM
before I wrote to you.  I know it won't be all fun for me, but it'll still
be better than what it was."
   "That's good," he said.  "You have an idea what to expect."
   "I think so," she said.  "So what do you want me to do, Master?"
   "Take off your clothes," he said.  "From now on, you'll only wear
clothing when you go outside."
   "Yes, Master," she said.  She removed her top, and her training bra, and
set them on the table.  Then she kicked off her shoes.  And then she pulled
her jeans off.  She paused for a moment with her thumbs in her panties. 
Her face turned red and she looked down at the floor as she pulled her
panties off and set them on the rest of her clothes.  She stood there in
the middle of his living room, completely naked.
   Guy walked slowly around her, examining her body up close.  Her juvenile
breasts were little more than tiny mounds, and her pubic hair resembled so
much peach fuzz.  He put his fingertips gently on her face and opened her
mouth.  He then slid his fingertips into her mouth and and felt around.
   She immediately started gagging, though he had hardly inserted his
fingers past the first knuckles.  "You have a sensitive gag reflex," he
said.
   "Yeah," she said.  "I hate dentists."
   "That's good," he said with a chuckle.
   "Why is that good?" she asked, sounding puzzled.
   "You'll see," he said with a sly grin.
   "Ohhh," she said, finally understanding and turning red again.  "Will it
hurt?  When you to _that_ to me?"
   "Yes," he said.  "And you'll puke the first few times.  But your gag
reflex will make it enjoyable for me, and my pleasure is the only thing
that matters to you."
   "Yes, Master," Missy swallowed hard and turned red yet again.  "I agree.
Your pleasure is the only thing that matters to me."
   "Well," he said.  "There's two more things I need to to to make my
ownership of you complete.  Wait here."
   Guy went into his bedroom and and returned with a leather collar, a
small padlock, and a bizarrely shaped electric branding iron.  "On your
knees, slave."
   Guy plugged the branding iron into the electric and set it on its stand.
   Missy dropped to her knees and looked up at him as he slid the collar
snugly around her neck, buckled it, and clicked the small padlock onto the
buckle pin.  A small brass name tag hung off the collar, which was
imprinted:
   _Slave Missy_
   _Property of Guy_
   "Now stand," he said.
   Missy stood and Guy cupped one of her tiny breasts in his hand.  He
squeezed her nipple gently, drawing a moan from her lips.
   "You like that?" he asked.
   "Yeah," she panted.  "That felt good.  Are you going to use me now?"
   "One more thing," he said.  "The branding iron should be hot enough by
now."
   "B-b-b-branding iron?" gasped Missy.
   "Yup!" said Guy.  "Your very first email to me, you said you're a pain
slut."
   "I know," she swallowed hard.
   "So lie down on this bench on your back," said Guy, pointing to a simple
free-standing exercise bench along one wall.
   Missy did as ordered, and Guy shackled her wrists and ankles to the leg
of the bench.  He removed the iron from the stand and held it over her
chest, just above her left breast.  He touched it to her flesh, and held it
for about two seconds.  Missy screamed so loud it made his ears ring, as
the room filled with the rancid odor of burning flesh.
   Removing the iron, he set it back into its stand to cool off.  The girl
barely out of childhood continued to scream as she bucked and thrashed
wildly against her bonds on the bench.
   Guy left her to her agony for a moment and then returned with one last
implement.  He plugged in his tattoo gun and screwed a bottle of black
tattoo ink into the reservoir.
   A bright red welt had already formed on her breast in the shape of Guy's
custom monogram that he had registered with the Department of Agriculture a
few years ago.  Missy struggled and cried as he turned the tattoo gun on
and slowly traced over the burn with the needle of the tattoo gun.
   After a slow, meticulous session, he stood and admired his work. 
"There," he said.  "A tattoo on top of a brand.  That's _never_ coming
off."_
   Missy just lay there panting heavy as her eyes drifted groggily around
the room.
   Guy left Missy to her misery while he went and prepared some dinner for
himself.  About a half-hour later, Missy was coherent again when he stepped
up to her carrying a jar of baby food and a spoon.
   She pulled gently against her bonds and looked up at him, utterly
terrified.  "Are you going to use me now, Master?" she sobbed.
   "Yes, but not for what you think.  But first, I'm going to feed you."
   He sat on her chest and opened the baby food.  Over the next ten
minutes, he fed her spoonful after spoonful until the jar was empty.
   He unshackled her and led her over to a strange home-made wooden
jig-like thing between his sofa and TV.  "Kneel in that," he said.
   She got down on her hands and knees and slid her wrists and legs into
the semi-circle cutouts in the wooden panels, and rested her neck in
another semi-circle cutout.  "What is this?" she asked.
   "It's a form to hold you still.  You're going to be my human table for a
while."
   He lifted her feet up and set them in two more cutouts holding her feet
off the floor behind her.  Finally, he buckled all the shackles around her
wrists, legs, neck, and ankles.  She was utterly helpless and unable to
free herself.  "There," he said.  "You're a table."
   Guy sat on the sofa, lifted his feet up, rested them on Missy's back,
and turned on the TV.  He spent the evening watching the news and a couple
of silly sitcoms.  Once, he leaned forward and reached under her butt and
fingered her pussy.  "You're wet," he said.
   "I'm a girl," she said.  "Girls are wet down there."
   "And good for that!" he said with a grin.
   Since he had work the next day, he went to bed early, leaving Missy
shackled in as his table and footrest all night.  He placed a pitcher with
a vertical funnel against her bottom that she could pee and shit into
during the night, then disappeared into his bedroom.
   He fed her another jar of baby food in the morning.  "Am I just going to
be your table from now on?" she sobbed.  "You don't want to use me for
anything else?"
   "I'll be using you for other things," he said, "but I gotta go to work
now." Guy left her sobbing as he left for work.
   Guy returned from work that evening.  "Hi Missy," he said as he walked
into the living room.
   "Oh Master," she cried.  "Please let me out of this thing.  I'm so
bored. I can't stand it."
   "In a bit," he said as he walked into his bedroom, got out of his
clothes, and took a shower.  After his shower, wearing just a bathrobe, he
went into the kitchen and made a meal of rice.  He also got another jar of
baby food and brought his meal into the living room.  Setting his plate on
Missy's back, he ate and watched the evening news.  After finishing his
meal, he spoon-fed Missy once again.
   Missy sobbed yet again, "I'm going to be a table for the rest of my
life, aren't I?"
   "No," he said as he brought the dirty plate and jar back into the
kitchen.  Sitting back down on his sofa, he unlocked all the padlocks
keeping Missy trapped in the stand.
   "You may stand," he said.
   She slowly stood.  "Ow!" she cried.  "Everything hurts."
   He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom.  "Get in bed," he
said.
   Missy smiled for the first time in days, "Yes Master," she said
excitedly.
   Guy pulled several lengths of cotton clothesline from under the bed.  He
tied one to each of her wrists and one to each of her ankles.  He then
pulled her arms taut over her head to the headboard, and pulled her legs
taut to the foot-board, putting her in a spread-eagle position in his bed.
Then he tied a rope to each of her legs just above the knees and tied each
one to each side of the bed frame.  he pulled them taut, forcing her knees
wide apart, forcing her crotch open wide.
   "Ow!" she cried as he pulled her kneeds uncomfortable wide.  "Master! 
That hurts!"
   "You wanted to be a slave," he said.  "What's the point of being a slave
and being tied up if I dont use you in ways that you don't like?
   "Yes, Master," said Missy.  "I guess that makes a kind of macabre
sense."
   Guy then climbed into bed and lay on top of her.  "Oh," she gasped as
she pulled against her ropes.  "You're heavy, Master."
   "I suppose I am, since you can't be more than 90 pounds or so." He then
pressed his lips to hers and licked around her mouth.  His eager cock
tingled to be inside her as it lay squished between their two groins, but
he had some work to do first.
   She gave him her tongue in return and they wrestled tongues for a while
as he reached up and squeezed her nipples tightly.  "Ohhh!" she moaned. 
"That feels good, Master." She struggled a bit more under his weight.  "I
wish I could use my hands to touch you, too."
   Guy smiled and slowly crawled down her teenage body.  He put his mouth
to one of her nipples and licked it gently.  "Ohhh!  Ohhh!" she moaned as
she squirmed, trying to push her chest up into his face.
   He took a deep breath and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth,
stretching it taut away from her tiny breast.  "Oh, Master!  Oh!" she
panted.
   "You like that?" he asked.
   "Yeah!" she moaned.  "Teen boys never did that for me."
   "Teen boys only care about one thing," he said.
   "I know," she said softly.  "That's why I'm glad you're a man."
   He continued sucking her nipple deep into his mouth and swirling it with
his tongue.  After a while, he switched to the other nipple.
   "Oh yes, Master!  Do it again!  Please!"
   Sucking her other nipple, stretching at almost painfully with his mouth,
he evoked numerous moans from her lips before crawling down her body.
   He crawled slowly south, licking and sucking all the way.  It wasn't
long before his face was looking into her nearly hairless twat.  He gently
licked up along the crease of her inner thigh and outer lip, and down the
other.
   "Oh!  Oh!" she moaned arching her hips to press her crotch into his
face. "Lick inside me!  Lick inside me!"
   Guy pressed his tongue between her pussy lips and slowly licked up the
sweet nectar inside.  She tasted so sweet and fresh as he swallowed several
mouthfuls of her juices.  Sliding up, he flicked his tongue across her
clit, producing a mild scream from her.  "What was that?" she gasped.  "Do
that again!"
   Guy pressed his lips to her clit and sucked it into his mouth.  "Oh! 
Oh! Oh!" she screamed.  "Keep doing that!"
   He kept doing that, sucking her clit in and out of his mouth with his
breath in a steady rhythm.  After barely a minute, she began twitching
violently in sync to his sucking rhythm.  Her juice flowed from her private
flesh into his mouth as he continued to play her.
   "Oh, Master!  Oh, Master!" she cried again and again as her orgasm
leveled off and then slowly subsided.
   He lifted his head and looked at her.  "Tasty," he said.
   "Oh, God!  I never felt anything like that before.  Oh, wow!"
   "Never had your pussy eaten before?" he asked.
   "Lots of times," she said.  "But it never felt that good before.  You
did something different."
   "I sucked on your clit until you came," he said.
   "Yeah," she panted.  "Oh wow!  Ow wow!"
   He crawled up on her body once again and kissed her again.  "Are you
ready for me to put my old-man cock inside your 16-year old pussy?"
   "I was ready ever since I wrote to you, Master.  Put it in me!  Take
me!"
   Guy bore down with his hips and his hungry cock slid easily into her
soaking wet cunt.  He started pumping her, slowly at first, then steadily
faster.  Oh man!  She was so tight!  It didn't take long for him to explode
inside her, flooding her young twat with his seed.
   He came again and again as she gripped his cock so tightly.  Before
long, she had drained him and he leaned into her for another long,
passionate, wet kiss.
   She sucked his mouth as he lay upon her with his softening cock still
gripped by her tight pussy.  He then licked around her face and under her
chin, then started to crawl down her body again.
   "Suck my nipples again, Master.  Please!"
   Once again, Guy crawled down and placed one of her nipples in his mouth,
and sucked it deep into his mouth.  "Oh!  Oh!" she moaned as he repeated
his earlier performance.  "It hurts, Master," she said.  "It's too
sensitive."
   He then switched to her other nipple and sucked it until she could no
longer take it again.
   "Do you want to cum again," he asked.
   "Oh yes, Master!" she squealed.  "Can you make me cum again?"
   "I sure can," he said and crawled down her body once again.  He located
her clit once more and drew the tiny nub into his mouth.  Sucking
strenuously on it, she exploded almost immediately, twitching and pulling
violently against her bonds.
   "Oh, Master!  Oh, Master!  You're doing it again!  Oh, wow!  Oh, wow!"
   Guy continued to suck until she started crying.  He crawled up on her.
"Are you okay?"
   "That was incredible!" she said.  "No guy ever made me cum twice
before."
   "No," she said.  "Sometimes, after we'd finished and he fell asleep, I'd
play with myself to make myself cum again.  But nothing beats what you just
did, not even my own fingers."
   "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said with a yawn.
   "You're sleepy now," she giggled.  "I can tell.  Guys get like that
after sex."
   "Yeah," he said and rested his head on her shoulder.
   "Master?" she whispered.  "Aren't you going to untie me now?"
   "No," he said.  "I'm going to sleep on top of you."
   "But you're awful heavy on me, Master.  I can hardly breathe."
   "You'll live," he said as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
   On Saturday, Guy slept late the next morning, though using Missy's
squirming body as his mattress made his sleep restless.  He yawned and
rolled off her as she sucked in an explosive inhale and started gasping
madly for breath.
   "Oh, come on!" he said.  "It wasn't that bad.  I've slept on top of
women before."
   "I'm sorry, Master," she said.  "But I could hardly breathe all night."
   Guy put on his bathrobe and then rooted through his closet, removing a
strange assembly of leather straps, rings, and buckles.  Returning to the
bed, he untied Missy and pulled her up.  "Go use the bathroom and come
back," he said.
   Missy ran into the bathroom while Guy made his bed and laid out his cum
sponge harness, a pair of shackles, and a towel.  Missy returned a few
minutes later.  "Now what?" she asked.
   "On your knees, slave," he said.
   When she had dropped to her knees, Guy used a pair of shackles to
shackle her wrists behind her back.  He then placed part of the harness
over her head and buckled several of the straps behind her head and around
her neck.  Thus tightened, the harness held a cock ring snugly against her
mouth.  More straps dangled loosely from that same cock ring.
   "Master?" Missy pleaded as Guy stepped into those loose straps.  His
cock was rock-hard in anticipation of its destination.  Lifting them up as
if pulling up a pair of jeans, he pulled them up around his hips and slid
his cock through that cock ring into her mouth.
   Missy began gagging and struggling immediately as Guy buckled the straps
around his waist and under his legs.
   This connected, he grabbed the towel and slowly walked out to the living
room while Missy crawled along in front of him with her mouth harnessed
tightly to his cock.  Guy laid the towel down on the sofa cushion and sat,
pulling Missy's head down between his legs as he turned on the TV.
   Missy began struggling violently in the harness for a moment before
vomit spewed out between her lips and Guy's cock.  "Good thing I put this
towel down, right Missy?" he said.
   Missy stared up at Guy as she continued to gag and choke on his cock and
her own vomit.  Guy ignored her pleading eyes and relaxed while her gag
reflex massaged his cock.
   Missy continued to gag and struggle violently, but the harness held her
head firmly in place between his thighs with his cock deep down her throat.
Her gagging throat muscles quickly brought him to the brink of orgasm,
whereupon his throbbing cock began spewing wave after wave of pleasure into
her throat.
   Guy's cock continued to throb inside her mouth for a while as his orgasm
gradually waned.  Missy puked once or twice more before his cock deflated
and he leaned back in blissful satisfaction.  Draping his legs over her
shoulders and resting his heels on her back, squeezing her head between his
thighs, he spent the rest of the day watching TV, and playing video games
on hiss Xbox and Playstation,andd basically ignoring the young girl's face
strapped to his cock.
   He started getting hungry in the evening, so he got up and dragged her
into the kitchen where he baked a tray of breaded fish fillets and grabbed
a beer.  Returning to the sofa, he resumed playing Grand Theft Auto while
Missy dutifully sucked on his cock semi-permanently.
   As the evening wore on, he felt the urge to pee.  Looking down as Missy,
he said, "I hope your thirsty." Missy instantly looked panic-stricken as
Guy relaxed his bladder and let his urine flow out the end of his cock into
her throat.  Her choice being either to swallow it or drown, she struggled
to gulp it down as fast as he injected it into her throat.
   Of course, her swallowing massaged his cock just enough to make him hard
once again.  So after he had emptied his bladder, Missy once again began
bucking and thrashing and puking.  This, in turn, gradually brought on
another throat flooding orgasm.
   After Guy's second orgasm, Missy sat there between his thighs sobbing
gently with dried puke running down her chin and body.  Guy continued to
watch TV for a while and then stretched with a yawn.  "Time for bed,
Missy," he said.
   She glanced up at him with hopeful eyes as he unlocked the buckles and
shackles from her.
   "Oh, Master," she gasped and coughed.  "That was the worst experience of
my life.  Please don't do that to me again."
   Guy laughed.  "Sorry Missy, if you didn't like that, what happens next
is going to be ten times worse."
   "No, Master!" she panicked.  "Please!  Not again!"
   "Come on, slave," he commanded as he led her back into his bedroom.
   She followed him, where he pulled his blankets down and said, "Get in
bed, slave."
   Smiling, she said, "Yes, Master."
   She crawled into bed and stretched her arms and legs out as she had done
the previous night.
   "Close, but not quite," he said.
   "What do you mean, Master?" she asked.
   He made a circling motion with his finger.  "Spin around with your legs
up against the headboard and your head down there."
   "Master!" she gasped, panic rising in her voice again.  "What are you
going to do?"
   "I'm going to enjoy myself," he said.  The rope was still tied to the
bed frame, so he tied her ankles to the top corners of the headboard in
such a way that her legs formed a vertical "V" up against the headboard. 
He then tied her wrists to the remaining ropes tied to the bottom corners
of the bed.  She was, once, again, tied spread eagle to the bed, but with
her butt up against the headboard, and her head down below under the
blankets.
   "Master!" she cried.  "I'm scared."
   "I'm doing this for my pleasure," he said.  "I thought you agreed that
my pleasure is the only thing that matters.  So you should want to do it,
even if it's painful for you."
   "Yes, Master," she said.  "You're right.  I'm sorry."
   Guy removed two more items from his bag of toys: a posture collar, which
was a thick leather collar shaped much like a neck brace; and a spider gag,
which was a ring with four prongs sticking out from it and a thin leather
strap.
   He placed the posture collar around her neck, and buckled it tightly.
   "I can't move my head, Master," she said.
   "That's the idea," he said.  "This posture collar will prevent you from
rolling your head from side to side and pulling me out of your mouth."
   Guy then placed the spider gag in her mouth, forcing her jaw open wide,
and buckling the strap behind her head.  "And this spider gag will prevent
you from biting me in your sleep.  The prongs prevent you from spinning it
out of your mouth with your tongue.:
   "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," she gasped; the spider gag prevented her from
speaking.
   "I almost forgot," muttered Guy as he removed two small hospital-grade
waterproof mattress pads from his toy box.  He placed one under her head,
and one under her butt.  "These will prevent any leaks during the night
from soiling my sheets," he said.
   Guy flipped the blankets back up, covering her head and body.  Only her
legs in the "V" shape were visible up against the headboard.  He then went
into the bathroom to take a nice log hot shower.
   Then, which his shower done, he went into the kitchen and poured himself
a tall glass of wine to help himself sleep through the night despite her
twitching under him.  Shortly after, he climbed into bed and mounted her.
   His cock was hard at attention as he lowered himself upon her body and
slid it into her mouth.  He took a pillow, and tamped it in the "V" of her
legs at her crotch.  Reaching over, he turned his nightstand lamp off and
rested his head down on the pillow.
   Then, relaxing his bladder, he flooded her throat with his piss once
again before drifting off to sleep.  He hardly noticed her legs flailing
and thrashing against the ropes.
   _It's wonderful to finally own a slave girl!_ he thought to himself as
sleep took him.
   * END * 
  
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