MF, MFF, MMF, MMFFF, Straight, Incest, Concensual Rape.  Seema's fantasy
comes true.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  This work will contain description of
sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults
and children (both consensual and non-consensual).  If you are turned off
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   Simi is my cousin, my mother's sister's daughter.  We have been very
close ever since we were kids.  However the reasons each of us had for the
friendship were different.  Simi liked me because I always seemed to
support her and take her side in arguments.  I liked Simi because I wanted
to fuck her.  In the beginning, as a 12-year-old, my only need was to fuck
her.  But as time went by I realized that I wanted to own her.  So you can
imagine how devastated I was to find out that she had a boy she loved and
that she wanted to marry him.  I guess it was the first time I ever opposed
her decision.  It was easy too because the guy was an asshole.  But when
she ran away with him I was heartbroken.

   She was 18 when she ran away and it was four years before I heard from
her again.  She was in need for some money.  I had rushed it off to her
immediately.  From the moment I got her address my life was dedicated to
finding a job in the city where she was.  It didn't take me long and soon
we were together again.

   As before I was her best friend and confidante, soon I realized that her
marriage was head for a breakdown.  My hopes of getting her were rekindled
and I ensured I was there for her whenever she needed me.

   Then the day arrived.  It was late evening when I found her standing at
my door weeping.  HE had thrown her out and it was over.

   We spoke for a while and had a few drinks.  She continued to weep and I
continued to try and make her feel better.  It wasn't working.  So I sat
beside her in silence.  I kept filling her glass and she kept downing her
drinks.  Soon she crumbled to the floor and slept.  I picked her up and
took her to the bedroom.  I undid her clothes for her and was about to tuck
her in when I decided I wanted to capture her naked form on camera.  So I
got out my camera and clicked away.  I also got some pics of her with
bottles in her cunt so that it looked like she was masturbating with them.

   Then I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on her and before tucking
her in took some more pics.

   The next morning she was extremely embarrassed and apologized profusely
for her behavior.  I told her it was okay and let it pass.  The rest of the
day was spent moving her things from her husband's place to mine.  We'd
decided that she would shack up at my place till she found herself a place
to stay and a job to pay for it with.  The arrangement suited me just fine.

   I knew I had the opportunity of my life, but I also knew I had to move
fast.  I pulled a few strings and got myself transferred to a city at the
other end of the country.  I told her that everything had happened
suddenly. Then casually I mentioned to her that it would be a good idea for
her to move with me.  It would be a new place and a new beginning for her.
She saw the merit in my argument and agreed.

   It took us a week to get packed and complete the move.  This is where my
story begins.

   "Ajay!  What's this?" she asked me as she flung the photos I had left on
her dressing table.

   I looked at them and then looked at her, "Nude pics of you."

   "I know that.  But what is your intention and where are the negatives?"

   I smiled at her and indicated for her to sit down.

   "Ajay!  I thought you are my friend", she cried.  Her eyes were filling
up with tears, she looked so wonderful.

   I reached out for her, but she moved away.

   "Okay, here's the low down of it.  I need you to be my slave.  I'll take
care of your every need.  You needn't work or worry about tomorrow.  But in
exchange I want you."

   "You are crazy!"

   "I am, I don't deny it.  But honey you don't know how crazy I am."

   "Fuck off.  I'm out of here."

   She stood up.

   "Stay bitch" I commanded.

   The look on her face as she turned around was priceless.  She was
shocked and taken aback by both my words and my tone.

   "What did you just call me?"

   "I called you a bitch and I'm gonna call you worse things than that. 
What are you gonna do about it?"

   She collected her spittle and let it rip.  The spittle landed on my
face. I felt it on my cheek.  I let it remain.  She turned to leave again.

   "Think about it Simi.  I'm gonna chase you down, no matter where you go.
Every time you apply for a job the company will see those pictures.  Every
time you get close to a man he'll see those pictures.  I'll make sure of
that."

   I let it sink in.  I had followed her into her bedroom.  She sat on her
bed, her head bent and looking defeated.  She looked so beautiful.  I stood
at the door and watched her.  I first noticed she was crying when a wet
spot appeared on the bed where the tear fell.  She looked so beautiful.

   She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears.  Her cheeks glistened
where the light shone off her cheeks.  I wanted to fuck her right there. 
But I held myself.  She had to submit.  I would make her submit.

   "What do you want?" she asked me.

   "I told you, I want you."

   She stood up and ripped her shirt open.  She struggled with her bra but
succeeded in tearing that too.  Then she stood with her hands outstretched.
I went up to her and pulled her shirt back to cover her nakedness.

   "We need to talk", I told her and walked out.

   She joined me in the living room after changing her shirt.  She sat on a
sofa opposite me.

   "I want you here", I said pointing to the floor in front of me.

   Her eyes widened in surprise, but I maintained my silence and kept
pulling on my cigarette.  When she realized that she was getting nothing
from me, she got up and sat on the floor in front of me.  He knees folded
and her feet tucked to her left, she sat with her right hand on the floor
supporting her body.

   "If we reach an agreement this will be your position whenever we talk",
I told her.

   "Why are you doing this?" she asked.

   "All in good time.  First of all, go pour me a drink and yourself one
too."

   She came back with the drinks.  After giving me mine she took her place
on the floor, that pleased me no end.

   "Okay, first of all you don't talk unless I ask you to.  You will listen
and at points that I need your input I will ask you for it.  Understood?"

   She nodded.

   "Good.  Let us get one thing straight, if you would have offered me your
body in the way you just did 5 years ago I would have jumped at it.  But
it's too late for that now.  You have hurt me a lot.  What I am doing now
is taking my revenge.  Whether you agree to the terms I set down now or you
don't makes no difference.  I will have my revenge either ways.  And in the
end you will have no where to go, I will be your only umbrella.  So the
choice is yours, you can either agree now or you can agree a year from now
when I will be really mad at you."

   "But..."

   "Shut up.  I didn't ask for your comments yet."

   We sat in silence, both of us sipped our drinks and I lit up one more
smoke.

   "What I am offering you is security.  You will have a home and food.  In
exchange I want you totally.  You will be my slave.  You will have no
rights, no voice, no freedom.  You will eat what I give you, speak what I
want you to, fuck when I let you.  That's just an introduction to what your
life will be.  Sounds bad, doesn't it?"

   She nodded.

   "But think of the other side.  You can walk out now.  But you'll never
land a decent job because I won't let you.  You can't g home because I
won't let you.  So you'll end up on the road and get raped and used
anyways. So the choice is, do you want to be a sex toy and have a home and
food or do you want to be a sex toy with nothing to show for it?"

   "Is that a choice?"

   "It is."

   "When do I go free?  If I give you what you want, when will you let me
go free?"

   "Never"

   "That's not fair."

   "Whoever said this was about fair and unfair?"

   "I don't agree."

   "Alright, get out.  Now!"

   I stood up and went out into the balcony.  She's come, I knew that and
when she would I'd get her on her knees.  It took her half an hour to make
up her mind.  I felt her presence before I heard her.

   "Ajay", her voice was soft, supplicant.  "Tell me what I have to do?"

   "Take off all your clothes and kneel.  After you are done, tell me."

   "Can't we do this inside?"

   "It's here or nowhere."

   I heard the rustle of her clothes, then, "I'm ready."

   I turned around, she was naked, kneeling and the look in her eyes told
me she was angry.  I liked that.  I had been hoping she wouldn't give up
too easily; it would take the fun out of the chase.

   "Good girl.  From now on, you will address me as `Master' or `Sir'. 
Failure to do so will attract punishment.  As a matter of fact, any
failures will attract punishment.  Punishments will be a part and parcel of
your life.  And I am going to enjoy it to no end.  I am going to enjoy
hearing you scream in pain.  I am going to enjoy hearing you plead for
mercy.  Oh!  Am I going to enjoy myself?"

   I turned away and let my words sink in.  I wanted her to think about it.
I wanted her to realize that my pleasure lay in her expression of her pain.
Once she realized that, she would resist the pain.  That's when I would
hear her eyes talking.  That's when I would be able to hear her eyes crying
in pain.

   "Get on all fours", I told her still with my back turned to her.

   I gave her a few seconds and then turned.  She had complied.  I took a
step closer to her and bending down grabbed her hair.  I used her hair as a
lead and led her into the house.

   She followed me quietly.  I knew her head pained, but she wasn't going
to allow me the pleasure to hearing her scream.  I dragged her back to the
sofa.  Like before, she sat at my foot.

   "Listen very carefully to what I say, I will never repeat this again. 
As of now, you are my slave.  I own you like nobody have ever owned a
person.  As far as you are concerned your ten commandments are as follows;
1.  I am your master.  2.  You will always wear identification that
proclaims you as mine.  3.  You will obey and accomplish my every wish.  4.
If any act of yours displeases me I will punish you.  5.  You may not own
any thing, no matter how small, no matter how trivial.  Everything that is
yours is actually mine.  6.  You will never lie to me.  7.  You will never
steal from me.  8.  You will dedicate your life towards satisfying me.  9.
You will never have sex with any person or with yourself without my
permission.  10.  You will die for me."

   Her eyes told me just how shocked she was from my words.  I let her
think about it for a while, and then I continued.

   "Now I will tell you what your duties are.  I expect these to be carried
out to the letter.  First we'll start with your daily duties.  Your day
will start at six every morning.  I need to be woken up by seven.  So you
will finish your toilet duties before that.  At exactly seven you will wake
me up with a cup of black coffee and a cigarette.  After which I will begin
my toilet duties.  I need half an hour till I am ready for a bath.  You
will bathe me, so between waking me up and bathing me you will have to get
breakfast done.

   "After I leave the house you can get about cleaning the house and other
chores along with getting lunch ready.  I will be home for lunch between 1
and 1:30.  I expect the table to be laid out and ready.  You will be
dressed as a waitress while serving me my lunch.

   "After I leave you have the rest of the afternoon to yourself.  By that
I mean you will complete the rest of the work that you have, if any.  If
you don't have anything lined up I will give you some.  In the evening I
return by 7.  I expect all household chores to be done by then.  From the
moment I get back till the moment I sleep you will be my toy.

   "In the evenings you can expect me to have company.  You will be
expected to provide the entertainment for them.  This could and will most
probably include sexual favors.  Unless I forbid it you will not refuse
anything that my friends ask of you.  Do I make myself clear?"

   "Am I going to be a whore?"

   "No honey.  A whore is someone who is sold for her body.  I won't be
selling you.  I'll be just sharing you."

   The hate in her eyes was unconcealed.

   "Now tell me, do we have a deal?" I asked her.

   "I have to think about it", she said.

   "Come", I said getting out of my seat and leading her by her hair.  I
took her into my bedroom and threw her on the bed.  I eagle spread her and
handcuffed her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.  Then I inserted a huge
dildo into her cunt and turned it on.  I also tied a black band around her
head so she was blind.

   "I have to go out, you have about half and hour to think.  When I get
back I want an answer."

   I pretended to leave the house, making all the right noises and tiptoed
back to the bedroom.  Her breathing was heavy as the dildo began to take
effect.  She ground her butt into the bed.  Her lips were slightly parted
and low moans emanated from them.  As she got more and more turned of, her
hips began to buck.

   "Fuck me, fuck me", she kept repeating.

   I was getting turned on by the sight.  This was the slut I had always
dreamt that she was.  It was wonderful to see her living up to my
expectations.  Soon she was thrashing all over the bed and in that
thrashing the dildo slipped out of her cunt.  I had coated the dildo with a
heating balm, so now her cunt would be totally in flames.

   "Noooooooo", she cried out.

   She struggled to squeeze her thighs together.  She threw herself about.
It was a wonderful sight and I prayed that the video camera in the wall had
captured the entire performance.  Soon she was exhausted and fell back to
the bed.  But even in her exhaustion she tried feebly to squeeze her thighs
together.  The balm was keeping her turned on.  It must have been hell for
her.

   I waited for the 30 minutes to pass and then pretended to enter the
apartment.  I sat beside her and brushed the hair from her forehead.  It
was wet with sweat.

   "Tell me how the dildo slipped out?" I asked her.

   "I was cumming and when I lifted myself off the bed it slipped out."

   "That was bad.  I didn't expect you to be such a slut."

   I kissed her on her forehead.

   "Were you turned on?" I asked her.

   She nodded her head.

   "Are you still wet?"

   She nodded again.

   "Must have been quite a ride", I said as I took off her blindfold.

   "You are sick", she told me.

   "Yes I am.  But for saying it out loud you will pay."

   I could see the fear in her eyes.  My penis wanted to rip into her and
tear her cunt apart, but I restrained myself.

   "So what have you decided?" I asked her.  As I spoke I took a nipple
between my fingers and began to squeeze it.  She squeezed her eyes in pain
but didn't articulate it.  I was going to enjoy breaking her.

   "I'll be what you want, but I want a limit to the period.  Tell me how
long I have to be your slave to buy those prints back?"

   I squeezed harder, tears began to well up in her eyes.

   "It's a deal for life cunt, either that or nothing.  Now stop fucking
with me and answer me."

   She closed her eyes, the tears rolled down either side of her face.

   "Okay I'll do what you want."

   "Good girl!"
   
