Training a Slut
It was just after our eighth anniversary that I asked myself "is 
that all there is?"
When Marijke and I first got married, our sex life was pretty 
good.  We did a lot of fucking and oral sex.  The novelty made it 
fun, and there were times when Marijke really got into it.  
Often, that was after she had consumed a few drinks.  
Let me tell you about Marijke.  She is beautiful, tall at 5'10", 
with long straight blonde hair, a pretty face, and beautiful 36 
DD breasts.  She was born into a very strict Catholic family in 
Holland, which clouded her view of sin and sex.  When she is 
sexy, she is very very sexy, looking up with those lovely blue 
eyes with her mouth wrapped around my cock.  Marijke is quite 
intelligent, and a hard worker, very focused and a poster girl 
for concentration.  We love the same things: music and 
literature, travel and languages.
Alas, this vision of loveliness has a few flaws.  She has no 
sense of humor, whether in Dutch or English.  While bright, she 
has absolutely no imagination, a total inability to think outside 
the box.  And then there is this Catholic guilt that says that 
sex cannot be enjoyed.  Every time she started to enjoy it, the 
Catholic guilt extinguished the feelings.  She is also completely 
anal-retentive, a neatness and cleanliness freak.  Her main 
problem with blowing me is when my sperm gets anywhere on her 
skin.  Anal sex is out because it is forbidden and most of all 
dirty.  This is a woman who eats a hamburger with a napkin around 
it, lest something soil the table.
Now let me tell you about myself.  My name is Bill.  I am also 
tall at 6'3", very intelligent, and possessed of a Jeopardy mind.  
People say I'm good-looking.  I own my own computer consulting 
business, so money is no problem.  We live in the Oakland hills, 
with a view of San Francisco.  People also consider me to have a 
wild imagination and an outrageous sense of humor.  What people 
don't know is how important sex is to me.  I want it and need it 
all the time.
Collision course.  As the years went on, Marijke's sex drive 
seemed to stall.  She didn't want to do anything but what we'd 
always done.  Suck, suck, fuck, fuck.  We settled down into 
having sex on the weekends, because Marijke was so tired from her 
new job that she had little energy during the week for sex.
Naturally, this pissed me off.  I wanted it daily, or at least 
several times a week, and I wanted a partner who liked sex as 
much as I did, and who would be creative in bed.  But that was 
not Marijke.  There were three alternatives: divorce, living with 
the situation, or changing Marijke.
For a couple of years, I lived with it.  There would be times 
when I got her drunk and we would have wilder sex, but those 
times were rare.
On one fateful day, as I left the office of a client in Tahoe 
City, I bumped into Randy McCoy, who had served with me in the 
Marines.  We had been very close friends then, and he had moved 
up to Tahoe after he got out.  
Randy and I were opposites.  I'm a reader, he's a jock.  I am 
skinny-to-medium, he's muscular.  I have straight brown hair, he 
has curly black hair.  I am reasonably attractive, he's a chick 
magnet, a guy that turns women's' heads. 
He started as a bartender and now owned a bar, which was THE bar 
in Tahoe City.  During the winter, the aprŠs-ski action centered 
in his saloon, with luscious ski bunnies and good-looking male 
skiers lined up three deep at the bar, but now, in June, the 
skiing season was over.  We went back to his place and started 
drinking.  I told him the story of Marijke and our marriage.
On about our sixth drink, he started to ask me some pointed 
questions.
"Billy, did you say that your lady can get out of control?"
"Yeah, Ran, when she has had about three or four martinis, she 
gets real loose.  Normally, I have to practically twist her arm 
to get her into be, but with several drinks in her, she starts to 
go wild.  If we are in a restaurant, she might unzip me and start 
to fondle me.  On the way home, she'll give me a blowjob in the 
car."
"So, Billy, what are you gonna do?  You are unhappy with this 
Dutch broad, and I know you well enough from the Corps that if 
she don't take care of you, you're gonna start taking care of 
yourself.  Everybody is like that, but your patience is less than 
other guys."
"Unfortunately, you're right on that, Ran."
We drank a few more, going over old times, talking about liberty 
ports we had visited together.
"So, Billy, let me get this straight.  You think your lady is 
really a sex bomb underneath, but is so wrapped up in Catholic 
bullshit and sin, that she can't accept her true sexual self."
"Ran, I think you've got it.  I don't know what to do about it.  
I love her, but I'm going crazy."
We drank some more, and he had a bartender take us both to his 
house, where I slept in the guest bedroom, as I was in no shape 
to drive back to Oakland.
The next morning, we both had huge hangovers.  He had a bartender 
pick us up and drive us back to the saloon, where I got in my 
car.  With the fierce hangover, it was not a pleasant drive.

I did forget about it.  I got back to Oakland just after one, 
still feeling terrible.  I checked the answering machine and 
answered the most desperate calls, but the afternoon was almost a 
writeoff.  Marijke came home at 6:08 and made dinner.  I didn't 
tell her about my binge with my old buddy.
For the next three weeks, work consumed me, and Marijke was 
working on a big project, so we were like ships passing in the 
night.  I was out of town on Wednesday night, meeting with a 
client in Orange County.  On Thursday night, Marijke didn't come 
home at 6:08 PM, as she nearly always did.  Like a true anal 
retentive, she was a creature of habit, a person who did not 
deviate from her schedule by more than five minutes.  When she 
hadn't shown up by seven, I was worried.  By nine, I was frantic.  
I called one of her colleagues, who reported that Marijke hadn't 
shown up for work that day, without a call.  Very unlike Marijke.  
I called all of our friends, but none had heard from her.
The next morning, I called the cops, to report her missing.  They 
looked at accident reports, but none of them listed her.  I 
called all of the hospitals in the East Bay, but none had any 
record of her.   Went in to the police station and filled out a 
report, but the detective told me that people like Marijke 
generally showed up in a few days.  She didn't.

Marijke woke up in darkness.  She was lying on a large bed, naked 
under a duvet.  She was warm under the covers, but the room was 
cool.  There were no sounds, no traffic, no sounds of people 
moving around.  She tried to look at her watch, but it was gone.  
She had no clue where she was.  Gradually, she remembered coming 
home, pouring a glass of white wine, and opening the mail.  She 
vaguely remembered that she had quickly fallen asleep, and 
nothing more.  She lay there, confused and worried.
An hour later, lights came on.  She could see the room, obviously 
a basement room, with two doors, on different walls.  There was a 
boombox on a cabinet, without a radio, and a handful of CDs.  
There was a television with a VCR, and a stack of tapes.  There 
were no chests or other pieces of furniture, except a couch and 
upholstered chair.  A dozen books were on top of the television.
"Hello, Marijke.  Welcome to Roissy."
"Roissy?"
"A town in France, near the Charles de Gaulle Airport.  But 
that's not the reason I call it that.  Have you ever read The 
Story of O?"
"No, but I've heard of it."
"A copy is on the television.  Read it.  I'll talk to you again 
once you've read it."
"I'm hungry.  What time is it?  Who are you?  Where am I?"
"You don't need to know the time, or who I am, or exactly where 
you are, except that you will refer to it as Roissy.  You are 
here for training, which you will learn about in due time.  You 
will get food as rewards for participation in the training.  If 
you don't cooperate, you don't get anything to eat.  Clear?"
"I guess so."
"I will talk to you again in a few hours.  Read the book."
Marijke got out of bed and got the book.  She snuggled back into 
bed and started to read.
The Story of O is about O, a young professional woman who is 
trained as a sexual submissive and the delights of BDSM at the 
Chateau at Roissy.  She agrees to her training, because of her 
love for her boyfriend.  He gives her to Sir Stephen, his mentor, 
who loves and dominates her.  In the final scene, Sir Stephen 
takes her to a party.  She is wearing only a mask, led by Sir 
Stephen on a golden leash attached to a ring in her clitoris.
As Marijke read, she was alternately turned on and horrified.  
She could feel O's pain, but her pussy got wet at the scenes.  
The book was a short one, and she was finished in less than two 
hours.
She got up and examined everything in the room.  All of the CDs 
were recent ones.  The videotapes were all pornographic.  The 
books were also what she considered pornographic.
She tried one door but it was locked.  The other led to a 
bathroom, which contained a shower, toilet, bidet, and washbasin.  
Her own medications were in the medicine chest, including her 
birth control pills.  There was a plastic cup, which she filled 
with water.  She drank it quickly.  Her shampoo was in the 
shower, along with her favorite soap.  Her captor had obviously 
been in her house.  She urinated and left the bathroom.
Marijke turned the television on, but there were no stations.  
She inserted a tape, and it played a porn tape.  She turned it 
off.
She inspected the room in detail.  The walls were smooth, but 
there seemed to be small holes in the corners.  She moved the 
chair and looked at the holes, which revealed lenses inside.
The bed was a king-size bed with a brass frame.  There were hooks 
in the ceiling.  Marijke opened a drawer in the bedside table and 
found it filled with dildos, vibrators, various jellies and 
lubricants, and other sexual aids.
"Hello, Marijke.  Did you enjoy the book?"
"It was weird.  Some of it was interesting, but I don't see how 
she could put up with it, and actually enjoy it."
"That, my dear, is why you are here.  By the time you leave here, 
and that is my intention, you will surpass O.  You will love 
submitting to the basest desires of men."
"Never."
"We'll see.  Are you getting hungry yet?"
"I'm starved."
"If you want to eat, get back on the bed.  Throw off the duvet.  
Take out a vibrator and use it to bring yourself off.  No faking.  
When I am convinced you have had an orgasm, you'll have something 
to eat."
"Absolutely not."
"Okay.  The lights will go off.  The only light you'll have will 
be the television if you choose to run sexy movies.  I'll be back 
in four hours, or until you call out that you are ready to fuck 
yourself."
"Four hours.  No.  I'm hungry now."
"You heard the rules.  Goodbye."
Marijke got back in bed and pulled the duvet over her.  She could 
not sleep.  She got up and tried to play a music CD, but its 
power was off.  She tried to go to sleep, but she couldn't.  
Though she was not cold, in the dark she shivered with fear and 
hunger.

Finally, after what must have been four hours, the lights came 
on.  
"Are you ready, my dear?"
"Fuck you."
"We'll get to that, dear.  I will give you one pleasure.  I will 
leave the lights on so that you can read."  
She got up to look at the books on the television, and picked up 
one that seemed to match her predicament, The Captive's Journey.  
Back in bed, she read with fascination the story of an English 
debutante kidnapped and to a villa in Morocco where she was 
turned into a sex toy for the pleasure of an English nobleman.  
Through intimidation and torture, she learned to suck cock, take 
penises in her vagina in many positions, accept cocks in her 
asshole, and lick assholes and pussies.  She was whipped and 
humiliated.
Marijke shivered, thinking that her captor had this in mind for 
her.  It frightened her, but her pussy was sopping, which 
surprised her.

"Hello, Marijke.  Did you enjoy The Captive's Journey?"
"Is that what you plan to do with me?
"Well, I don't have a huge black associate with a monstrous tool 
who rapes nuns and would rape you, but pretty close."
"No, you can't do that.  That is illegal.  Did Bill put you up to 
this?"
"Your husband has no idea.  As far as he knows, you disappeared 
and he will probably have reported you as a missing person.  Cops 
like the husband in a case like this.  He'll probably volunteer 
to take a lie detector test, and he'll pass, because he has no 
clue.  I just picked you because you're beautiful and my ideal 
woman.  I enjoy turning women like you into sluts, total sexual 
slaves.  Call it my hobby."
Marijke sank inside.  She knew that she was totally at his mercy, 
that unless Bill was able to get the cops to find her, she was at 
the mercy of her captor.  She was famished.  She had to live.
"Okay, okay.  I'll use the vibrator, if that will get me 
something to eat."
Marijke lay on the bed and tossed the duvet aside.  She reached 
into the drawer and pulled out a vibrator.  She turned it on and 
placed it on her clitoris, which was already wet.  The buzz 
pulsated through her whole pussy.  She was still a little wet 
from reading the book, and she put the vibrator in her vagina.  
With her left hand, she twirled the vibrator, as her right went 
to her clit.  She rubbed and tweaked.  She alternated pressure.  
Gradually all of her being was caught up in the feeling of 
arousal.  Her level rose and rose until she went over the top in 
a huge orgasm.  Her body twisted like she was having a 
convulsion.  She was out of breath.  Slowly, she took the 
vibrator out and turned it off.  She got up and was headed for 
the bathroom.
"Where are you going, Marijke."
"To the bathroom, to wash my hands and ...  you know."
"Get back in bed, Marijke.  Lick your right hand clean."
Marijke hesitated.
"Lick it, now."
Reluctantly, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her 
fingers clean.
"Very good, Marijke.  Your meal will be delivered in a few 
minutes."
Marijke got back in bed and pulled the duvet over her and waited.  
Finally, she heard a click and then his voice.
"You may go to the door and open it."
She did, and found a short hallway, with another door six feet 
away.  On the floor was a tray with a lovely but small meal of a 
chicken breast, peas, and stuffing.  A large plastic cup held 
iced tea, and the utensils were made of plastic.  She took the 
tray to the bed, as a click heralded the locking of the door.
She carefully used the flimsy plastic knife to cut the chicken.  
It was slow going.  She was tempted to pick it up in her fingers, 
but she didn't.  She got impatient and ate all of the stuffing 
and peas before she returned to the chicken.  When she was 
finished, she looked up.
"How was that, Marijke?"
"It hit the spot.  Thank you."
"My pleasure.  Go to the door and place the tray in the hallway."
Marijke complied, hearing the lock click open a second before she 
turned the knob.  She got back in bed and put the duvet over her 
nude body.
"It's cold in here.  What shall I call you?"
"You can call me by my initial, M.  It will remain cool in the 
room until you have proven yourself to be an eager slut."
"I guess I'll just freeze, then."
"It's up to you.  You can freeze and be bored and be hungry and 
remain a captive, or you can relax and learn to enjoy your 
sexuality.  Meanwhile, I want you to watch every tape I have put 
in the room and read each of the books.  If you are not asleep, 
that is what you should be doing.  For right now, choose a tape 
and watch it."
Reluctantly, Marijke took a tape and started it.  She retreated 
to the bed and watched.  In it, an Italian man named Rocco, whose 
body was nice looking, was romping with two blonde bimbos, each 
of whom had one pierced nipple and no pubic hair.  Rocco would 
fuck one in the pussy while the other licked at the union.  Then 
he would fuck the other in the ass, while the first licked his 
ass.  He pulled out and came over their faces, and they licked 
the come off each other's face.  They were shameless as they 
opened their mouths to show his come on their tongues and ropy 
around their teeth.  
Marijke had never seen anything like this.  She and Bill had 
never tried anything like this.  She knew Bill wanted her to try 
anal sex, but she felt it was so dirty that she couldn't even 
thing of it.  These three seemed to enjoy this decadence.
When the tape was finshed, she got another book and started to 
read it.  There was nothing else to do.  It was a book of letters 
to Penthouse Magazine.  Marijke was fascinated at what these 
depraved people had written about.  Men who enjoyed watching 
their wives fuck other men, and women who enjoyed two or three 
men at the same time.  She had heard about this, but had never 
thought of having sex with anyone but Bill.
Marijke had not been a virgin when she met Bill, but she had not 
been very sexually active compared to some of her female 
colleagues, who could seem to talk of little else but their men.
As soon as she had finished the book, his voice came on.
"Did you enjoy the book, Marijke?"
"Actually, I found it more interesting than I expected.  I can't 
believe that people actually wrote those."
"I cannot say with certainty, but I suspect that most came from 
readers and are just juiced up by the Penthouse staff.  Are you 
hungry yet?"
"Yes.  I am ready."
"First, you have a task, my dear.  I am going to come in there, 
and you are going to give me a blowjob."
"I can't do that.  I am faithful to Bill.  Never."
"And I am sure that he will be faithful to you, unless he starts 
to believe that you are never coming back.  I promise you, you 
will never leave this room alive unless you are a complete sexual 
slave, an eager slut who really enjoys fucking and sucking and 
all of the things you read about."
"Never."
The lights went out.  Marijke couldn't see anything.  She got 
under the duvet and tried to conserve her warmth.  She thought 
about Bill and what he was thinking.  After a few hours, she 
finally drifted off to sleep.

Back in San Francisco, I thought that the lie detector test was 
interesting.  They asked a lot of dumb questions and a few 
important ones like "Did you kill your wife?" and "Do you know 
where your wife is?"
"You passed, Bill.  Clean bill of health."
"Thanks, Henry.  Now what?"
"I think this will take you off their list of suspects.  They 
have asked you about all of her friends, co-workers, maids, store 
clerks, whatever.  They have checked your house for fingerprints 
and matched every one to people they have cleared.  They are at a 
dead end, and missing persons efforts are generally fruitless 
anyway.  I doubt that you'll ever hear from the police again, 
unless there is a ransom note."
Henry was a good lawyer, one I felt I needed to take me through 
the process.  But Marijke had been gone for six days now, without 
a trace or phone call or note.  All of her things were still in 
the house, except her birth control pills.  She had four months 
supply, having gotten six months supply eight weeks ago.
I was devastated.  I had hired a private detective, but after 
twenty hours of investigation, he told me the same thing as the 
police.  There was nothing to do but wait and hope.

Marijke woke up in the blackness.  She was still barely warm 
enough under the duvet.  There was no sound.  She tried to turn 
on the bedside light, but nothing happened.  After she went to 
the bathroom, she got back in bed and lay there for an hour, 
before she called for him.
"Please, M.  I'm very hungry."
"You know the rules, my dear.  Are you ready to give me an 
enthusiastic blowjob and swallow my come?"
"Noooooo.  I can't do that."
The lights went out.

Four hours later, the lights went on.
"Are you ready?"
"No.  I can't.  Please, M.  Please give me some food."
The lights went out.

The four hour cycle of darkness and hunger, broken by the lights 
coming on briefly and Marijke refusing to give him a blowjob, 
went on for many cycles.  Marijke had no watch, no sense of 
whether it was day or night, no sense of time.  She didn't know 
how long she had been there.  Finally, her survival instincts 
took over as she worried about starvation.  Into the darkness she 
said, "Okay, M.  I give up.  I'll give you your blowjob."
Nothing happened.  The lights stayed off and there was no sound.  
She lay there, frightened.
Every few minutes, she called out, but there was no reply, no 
lights.  She was disoriented, but it must have been five hours.  
Her stomach hurt from hunger.  She called out again.
"Okay, M.  I give up.  I'll give you your blowjob."
The lights came on.
"Hello, Marijke.  I'm glad you came to your senses.  I'm turning 
up the heat now.  I'll be in presently."
Marijke stayed under the duvet as she felt the heat come on, 
warming the room.  After what seemed like fifteen minutes, she 
heard a click.
"Marijke, here are the rules.  I place a pair of handcuffs in the 
tunnel.  You will handcuff yourself to the bed, for my 
protection.  If anything happens to me, we would both die here.  
Nobody else knows you are here or about this room.  You will do 
what I say, or no food and no light.  Do you agree?"
"Yes, I do."
"All right, wait five minutes and pick up the handcuffs."
She did and handcuffed herself to the bed frame.
"I'm coming in."
The door opened and M came in.  He was naked except for an 
Italian mask covering his face.  Marijke knelt in front of the 
man and tentatively touched his semi-erect penis with her hand.  
She held it while she stuck out her tongue and licked the end.  
He had recently bathed, so his scent was pleasant.  She ovaled 
her lips and put the end in her mouth.  She slowly worked her 
mouth down on his cock until it was halfway in her mouth.  She 
had done this for Bill many times.  She didn't enjoy it that 
much, but he did.
She began bobbing her head on the cock.  The man looked down and 
could see her lips stretched out at times as she sucked him in 
and out.  He started to get into it, and his hips bucked as she 
sucked.  In and out, in and out.  Marijke started to enjoy the 
feeling of this warm cock in her mouth, of turning the man on.  
Clearly the tape and books had an effect.  She felt his cock get 
harder and swell.  He took the cock in his hand.
"Open wide."
Like one of Rocco's bimbo's, she tilted her head up and opened 
her mouth, looking into his eyes.  He jerked and spurted a huge 
spurt, all of which went into her mouth.  He then pulled back and 
spurted again on her cheeks and nose.
"Keep it in your mouth and stick out your come-covered tongue."
Marijke complied.  Her captor loved the sight of this woman, 
mouth open like a little baby chick, sperm covering her face and 
dripping from her cheeks, as well as covering her tongue.  He 
squeezed his cock and got a few more drops, which he proceeded to 
smear on parts of her face he had not splattered.  He had been 
saving up for this.
Marijke was uneasy.  When she had given Bill blowjobs, she 
immediately to the bathroom and spat it out, which he hated.  But 
now she was handcuffed to the bed.
"Keep your tongue out for a few more seconds.  Don't touch the 
sperm on your face.  Leave it there."
He reached in the bag and took out a camera.  She didn't want her 
picture taken like this, but knew she had to cooperate.
He took the flash shot, and then three more from various angles.
"Spit the come in your hand and spread it on your breasts."
Marijke complied, feeling terribly messy with sticky sperm 
covering her face and chest.
"You did well, Marijke.  You have earned a good meal and a bonus.  
It will take me a few minutes to prepare it.  Stay where you are 
and don't touch the sperm."
He left and was back in a few minutes with a meal of pan-fried 
trout, with garlic potatoes and string beans.  Again, she had a 
plastic cup of iced tea.  He unlocked the handcuffs and departed.
Ravenous, she devoured the meal, before she spied her treat.  
There was a current mystery paperback on the tray, one that she 
had been planning to read.  When she finished the meal, she took 
a shower and brushed her teeth.  She got back into bed and read 
the book for a while, then nodded off.
She didn't know how long she had been asleep when she stirred.  
She sat up, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.  When she 
got back in bed, her captor spoke again.
"I have been very selfish, Marijke.  I think it is time for you 
to get some pleasure.  Get ready.  I am coming in."
He entered again, wearing the mask and bearing a small bag.  He 
handcuffed her to the head of the bed.  He withdrew a black 
velvet bag, a hood from his bag and placed it over her head.  He 
tightened the bottom and snapped a lock on it.
"I can't do what I am going to do with a mask on, so you must 
wear one."
He pulled her left arm to him and placed a cloth restraint on it, 
fastened with Velcro.  He attached the other end to the bed 
frame.
He removed his mask and stretched out on the bed, his mouth 
poised over Marijke's pussy.  He lowered his head and started to 
lick and suck.  As he nibbled, her pussy got wet.  His fingers 
entered her as she got very juicy.  He stroked her G-Spot, making 
her writhe with pleasure.  He nibbled and sucked at her clitoris.  
He rolled it between his teeth.  He experimented to find out what 
turned her on the most.  She thrashed about in ecstasy as his 
tongue, lips, and fingers brought her ever higher.  Finally she 
screamed with a huge orgasm and feel in a pile on the mattress.
He did not stop.  After a few seconds respite, he dove in again, 
bringing her to another climax, and another, and another.
"Are you ready to be fucked?"
"Oh yes, please.  Stick it in and fuck me hard.  Fuck me."
He complied and it didn't take long before he spurted in her 
vagina, as she came a fifth time, a different kind of orgasm from 
the ones where he was just eating her.  He lay beside her 
exhausted.
He stroked her gently, then reached for his mask.  Once it was 
on, he removed her hood.
"Did you like that?"
"Oh yes, I loved it.  I have never come so many times.  Those 
were some of my best orgasms ever."
"You show some promise, Marijke.  One thing left to do.  Clean me 
off."
He moved up the bed and stuck his cock on Marijke's face.  She 
resisted, never having licked Bill's cock after it had been in 
her, but she was so mellow she opened her mouth and slurped his 
cock inside.  It didn't taste bad.  She actually felt a pang of 
forbidden joy at being made to clean his cock with her tongue.
After five minutes of licking and cleaning, he took his cock from 
her mouth and untied one hand, then unlocked the handcuffs and 
departed.  He took pictures of her wet and used body, then left 
her in a puddle as his sperm leaked from her pussy.
A few minutes later, he announced that the meal was served.  As 
she went to the door to get the food, she felt the wetness 
dribble down her leg.  As soon as she had eaten, she took a 
shower.
She finished the mystery book that day, and started on another of 
the porn books.  She was conflicted.  She loved Bill, and the sex 
with him was good, but this sex with M was even better.  She 
thought about this as she nodded off.

"Hello, Marijke, how did you sleep?"
"Like a stone.  The best sleep I've had in a while."
"It's time for the next step in our training.  Are you ready?"
"Well, the training so far has been not as bad as I expected, so 
okay."
Her captor entered, still with his mask on, still carrying a bag, 
but a larger one than before.  
"I do like blonde pussy hair.  It tastes better.  But yours has 
to go.  Take a shower, now."
Marijke complied, and emerged wet.  Her captor laid her on a 
towel on the couch.  He pulled scissors from the bag and cut the 
larges tufts of hair, then applied shaving cream.  It tingled.  
He waited two minutes, then used a Gillette Mach 3 to remove all 
the hair from her pussy and crotch area.  He dried her with a 
towel.  
"Get on the bed and put this hood on."
Marijke did as he said.  He placed a lock on the hood.
He took off his mask and buried his face in her pussy.  She 
immediately started to lubricate.  Then he did something he 
hadn't done before.  He lifted her legs high and told her to hold 
on to them with her hands.  He licked from her clitoris to her 
asshole in long streaks.  She was stunned.  Bill had touched her 
asshole a number of times, but she always pushed him away.  When 
her captor lingered his tongue on her asshole, shivers ran up and 
down her spine.  She emitted an involuntary moan.  He circled his 
tongue around the rim.  She moaned again.  He rolled his tongue 
into a U-shape and stuck it in her asshole.  She moaned but 
tightened it up.  He prodded again and she kept clenched, but 
finally, he broached her portal and his tongue went in.  She 
moaned loudly.  He kept at it for a few minutes as the sensations 
washed over her.
Bill had never done this.  It was dirty, but it felt so good.
Her captor took his tongue out of her ass and spoke.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to do it again?"
"Yes, please."
"Ask me nicely."
"Do it again, please."
"Do what?"
"You know."
"Tell me."
"I want you to put your tongue there."
"Where?"
"In my ass."
"Tell me again."
"I want you to tongue-fuck my asshole."
"Okay," he said, and he did.
He swirled his tongue around and around her asshole, then stuck 
it in and pulled it out like a tiny cock.  His fingers caressed 
her clitoris.
Marijke's body was writhing.  She felt guilty about it, but she 
had an orgasm from the combination of his fingers in her pussy 
and his tongue in her ass, a huge noisy screaming orgasm.  
He uncuffed her and let her sleep.  He left her in bed, with the 
lights still on.  A few minutes later he brought her a delicious 
dinner, having to wake her to eat it. 
He did not force her to have sex for a day.  He brought 
additional non-pornographic books and turned up the heat a few 
degrees, to a point where she was comfortable outside the bed, 
but she was still nude and still a captive.  He put in clean 
sheets and a clean duvet, which she placed on the bed.
After about twenty-four hours, he talked to her again.
"Are you ready again, my dear?"
"For what?"
"Don't be coy.  For sex, of course."
"Please, just let me go."
"You're not ready yet.  You like the orgasms, but I don't feel 
that you have much enthusiasm for sex." 
"But I do.  I do.  I had a fantastic orgasm."
"Did you like what I did?"
"I was surprised, but I did, a lot."
"What did you like and why were you surprised?"
"Well, you know, it felt good."
"What felt good, my dear.  Be specific."
"Well, it felt good when you were caressing me."
"Euphemism.  What did you like?"
"When you licked me?"
"What did I lick?"
"My bottom."
"Please be more specific."
"My ass."
"What part?"
"In the middle."
"Damn, it is frustrating to talk to you.  What did you like?"
"I ... uh  ... liked it when you licked my asshole."
"Better, but I did a little more than that, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did more than lick it.  You stuck your tongue in my ass 
and French-kissed it.  It felt wonderful, magic."
"Would you like me to do it again, my dear?"
"I wouldn't mind."
The lights went out for four hours.

When the lights came on later, he spoke again.
"Why do you think I turned off the lights?"
"I don't know."
"Certainly, you do.  You are a smart woman.  You graduated from 
Stanford."
"Well, my reply didn't please you."
"True.  What did you say and what should you have said?"
"When you asked if I wouldn't mind repeating what we did 
yesterday, I said I wouldn't mind.  I guess I should have said 
that I couldn't wait for you to tongue-fuck me again."
"Better.  You may yet learn.  Okay, take a shower now.  In 
fifteen minutes, I'll be in to take up where we left off."
 
A half and hour later, Marijke was on her stomach as her captor 
tongue-fucked her ass.  He then took his tongue out and turned 
her over onto her back.  He put his pinky finger in her ass, 
after lubricating it in her drenched pussy.  It went in slowly, 
as he didn't want to hurt her.  As he put it in her, he licked 
her clitoris.  She was not in pain, but in the grips of lust and 
fear that caused her to writhe until finally the pinky was all 
the way in.  
He sawed it in and out, and as he did so, Marijke had another 
orgasm.  He dipped his index finger in the wet pussy to lubricate 
it and slowly penetrated her ass with it.  Marijke got more and 
more turned on.  By the time his middle finger was imbedded to 
the hilt in her bottom, she had another huge orgasm.  He kept 
sawing fingers in and out, licking pussy and using fingers from 
his other hand on her pussy all the while, as she continued to 
writhe in ecstasy.
Finally, he deemed that her ass was loose enough.  He rose up and 
stuck his hard cock in her pussy to lubricate it.  He pushed a 
bit and she moaned.  He took his cock out and placed it where his 
fingers had been, pressing against her asshole.
Marijke tensed up as she felt this huge intruder.
"No, don't put your cock in my ass.  It's too big!"
"You will do it sooner or later.  Just relax and you won't feel 
any pain."
"No, please.  Not in my ass.  No."
Even as she complained, Marijke willed herself to relax.  She had 
read the books and seen the tapes, so she knew what was coming.  
Many of those women liked it.  Slowly, her panic subsided but she 
couldn't relax.  Her captor pushed a tiny bit and his cock popped 
through.  
Marijke shrieked at the pain, but her captor ignored her.
"Stop, please.  It hurts."
He ignored her.  He thrust forward to go in deeper.
Marijke felt more pain, but not as much.  Still, she protested.
"Please, let me suck you.  You liked that.  But not this."
Her captor replied by putting his cock deeper in her.  Millimeter 
by millimeter, he entered her virgin ass.  It took over ten 
minutes, but he was finally all the way in.  Marijke's tears were 
all over her cheeks, but the pain had subsided.  He started to 
stroke, as he felt her relax.  Soon he was sawing in and out, as 
his fingers kept busy in her pussy.  She was very tight, and he 
was glad that he had already come twice in recent hours.
Marijke was feeling oddly pleasant sensations in her ass.  The 
pain was a dull ache mixed with the thrill and pleasure.  Soon, 
it turned into an incredibly wonderful sensation, better than 
anything she'd ever felt before.  She had no idea that her ass 
was so sensitive.  
"Oh this is good.  I never knew.  Fuck it."
"Fuck what?"
"Fuck my asshole.  Fuck it hard.  Fill my ass with sperm."
Her orgasms built until she had a huge orgasm, one that wrenched 
her in spasms of pleasure.  She screamed at the top of her lungs.  
Her captor felt his orgasm rising and he spurted insider her.  
She could feel his cock erupt inside and she reveled in it.  
As they lay side by side, Marijke told her captor "That was the 
most incredible orgasm of my life.  I never knew."
"There's more to learn dear.  Lots more."
He left and she took another shower.  Two good non-porn books 
were on her tray, with the excellent food.

The following day, he fucked her ass again and she shrieked in 
orgasm.  Over the next few days, he alternated blowjobs, vaginal 
sex, and anal sex.  She felt huge guilt, because she liked it 
all.  She wasn't feigning.  She really liked the sex, had great 
orgasms.  Her captor lay beside her on the bed while he ran 
videotapes of their sexual adventures together, which turned her 
on even more.  Without being forced, she rolled over and engulfed 
his cock deep in her mouth.  She didn't stop sucking him until he 
came in her mouth.  She stuck out her come covered tongue and 
showed him, then swallowed.
One time, while she was sucking his cock, he pulled her mouth off 
of it.  He turned around and pulled his cheeks apart.  It was 
obvious to Marijke what he wanted, so she tentatively reached out 
her tongue and licked his asshole.  She was very timid.
"Do you want the lights off again, and no food?"
She dug her tongue in his asshole.  She was surprised that there 
was no taste, as he had showered immediately before coming in. 
Marijke really started to get into it, Frenching his hole and 
running her tongue around inside.  Her captor groaned in pleasure 
and after a few minutes turned her around and came copiously all 
over her face.  He lay Marijke on her back and fucked her in the 
missionary position as she felt the cum drying on her face.  
After they had both come, he said, "I've got to take a monstrous 
piss.  Go into the shower and kneel."
"No, not that."
"Are you refusing me?  I am just going to clean all that cum off 
your face.  What will it be, darkness or piss?"
Marijke waited before she replied.
"Well."
"Piss."  She got up and he uncuffed her.  She silently walked 
into the bathroom and knelt in the shower.  Her captor took a 
handheld video camera with him as he shot closeups of her come-
covered face."
"Damn, I have to go.  You hold the end and spray your face 
clean."
Marijke was disgusted but she did as he told her.  The warm piss 
was all over her face and hair, dribbling down onto her breasts.  
She hated it, but a little voice in the back of her mind reveled 
in it.
Within a few days, Marijke was not only hosing herself down with 
his piss, she actually opened her mouth and let him piss in it.
"You know, Marijke, you are becoming the slut you said you never 
would become.  How does it feel?"
"Sexy.  I am always wet and horny.  I have started to enjoy 
things."
"Such as?"
"Such as being fucked in the ass, and giving you blowjobs."
"And?"
"I like it when you have these huge orgasms after I tongue-fuck 
your ass, and l love it when you do that to me.  I like it when 
we piss on each other.  I might even enjoy being a slut."
"Good, my dear.  You are showing progress.  There are still a few 
things left to do."
"Such as?"
"You'll see soon enough."

When she awoke, she was horny, even though she had been shrieking 
in orgasm only a few hours before.  She called out to her captor, 
but he didn't answer.  He had told her that he might be away 
getting groceries from time to time.  Marijke was disappointed, 
so she started a porn novel.  She soon reached over into the 
bedside table for a vibrator and brought herself off.  She liked 
it, but she preferred a nice warm cock.
When her captor returned, he talked over the speakers to her.
"Hello, Marijke.  Did you have a nice sleep?"
"Yes, but when I woke up you were gone."
"True.  Is that a problem?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind it if you would have come in."
"Why?"
"You know."
"I thought we got rid of that coyness a long time ago.  What did 
you really want?"
"I want you to fuck me.  I want to suck your dick.  I want to 
feel it swell in my mouth and slide over my tongue and spurt down 
my throat.  I want to show you what a slut I am with my mouth 
coated with your sperm.  I want to swallow it loudly.  I want to 
feel your dick in my pussy and my ass.  I want the orgasms.  I 
want to feel so sexy and high from our sex."
"When you first got here, you didn't like to suck my cock.  What 
about now?"
"With my husband, going down on him was a chore, something I had 
to endure, but now I love it.  I come with your cock in my mouth 
or when it spurts on me.  I love the taste of your cum.  I love 
the slutty feeling I get watching myself on the tapes bobbing my 
head on your dick and seeing your sperm splash on my face and 
hair and tits.  I love the slutty feeling of having your sperm 
coat my face, of sticking my tongue in your ass, of pissing on 
you, and of being pissed on by you, feeling the hot piss on my 
face and in my hair."
Her captor entered the room, clad only in a mask.
"Do me."
She did.  She sucked his cock for a few minutes, looking up at 
his eyes as he looked down at the very exciting vision of a 
lovely woman with her lips enveloping his cock.  He pushed her 
back on the bed and went down on her.  Her gash was sopping.  He 
licked from her asshole to her bellybutton, long swipes, before 
he settled on her pussy.  He brought her to the peak twice, then 
moved higher to insert his cock in her pussy.  Marijke licked her 
juices from his face as he pounded in her and she came twice 
more.  He pulled his cock out of her pussy and dropped it a few 
centimeters to target her rosebud, lubricated by much pussy juice 
that had leaked down.  He pushed in and was quickly buried in it.
"Fuck my ass.  Fuck it harder, harder, HARDER!  Come in my ass.  
Please, come in there.  Now Now."
And he did.  He was astonished at how tight her anus was and how 
much sperm he injected into her bottom.  He slowly pulled out, 
then lay beside her.  But she was stirred up.  She brought her 
head down to the cock that had been in her ass moments before, 
then sucked it in and made love to it, first licking it like a 
lollipop.
"Mmmmm, tastes good.  You have turned me into such a slut.  I 
love your cum and I am going to suck you till you squirt some 
more into my mouth."
It took a while before he erupted again.  She took the sperm and 
applied it to her face, then proudly showed off her sticky face.

A couple of days later, she learned what some of those things 
that were left to do.
Her captor had her handcuff herself to the bed and blindfolded 
her with a regular blindfold, which he then secured further with 
tape.  Then he left and came back in half an hour with another 
man.
Though Marijke couldn't see it, the man was also blindfolded.  He 
was led in by her captor, and he carried a large leather case.  
Once her captor had closed the door, he took the blindfold off 
the man.
"Holy shit.  What a body.  What about her face?  Can't I see 
that?"
"Not at this time."
"Damn."
"Now listen up, Marijke.  This man is here to mark you, like in 
the books you've read.  If you are very nice to him, very very 
nice to him, he'll do a wonderful, tasteful job.  If you aren't, 
your marks will look like you are the property of a Los Angeles 
Chicano gang-banger.  Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Now tell him what his possibilities for pleasure are.  Be very 
specific.  Call him Sam."
"Well, Sam, my mouth, and cunt and ass are available for you.  I 
give great blowjobs."
"You can start with Sam's ass, my dear."
"Okay Sam.  Get naked and I'll start by reaming your ass good."
Sam hurriedly took of his clothes and then backed up to Marijke 
on the bed.  
"Hold your cheeks apart, Sam.  I'm handcuffed here."
Sam complied and Marijke dove in.  But Sam was not squeaky clean 
like her captor.  He smelled and his asshole tasted bad.  She 
pulled back, and her captor swatted her ass hard with a riding 
crop.  She jolted and pressed forward.
"Lick it, slut," said Sam.
Marijke did and found herself in another world.  She enjoyed 
being forced to do this dirty thing.  Sam didn't last long, and 
pulled himself away from her, turning around.
"Open your mouth like a little bird."
Marijke opened her mouth and Sam spurted a huge load in it.
"Don't swallow just yet, missy.  Stick out that tongue and show 
me the cum," said Sam.
She stuck out her tongue and showed him that it was covered in 
his sperm.
"Okay, you can swallow now.  Then lie back on the bed."
She complied, as he went to get his kit.
Marijke heard clanking as Sam withdrew items from the kit.  She 
was shocked when she felt an ice cube on her left nipple.  She 
jumped a few inches.
"Hold still for a minute."
Marijke smelled alcohol, and felt something cold being swabbed 
across the nipple.  A few seconds later, Sam's hand held her tit 
and then she felt a sharp pain.  He had put a needle through it.  
"Just hold still and it won't hurt much."
"What are you doing?"
"Piercing your nipple, of course."
"No, please don't."
Sam then followed the point of the needle with a gold ring, which 
was a worse pain.  Marijke screamed.  She couldn't see what was 
happening and she was terrified.  More movement of her hurting 
breast as Sam pinched the ring closed.
Finally, Sam's hands were off her breast and she relaxed.  The 
pain subsided to an ache.
Then she felt Sam's hands on her labia.
"Oh no, please don't."
Sam ignored her and pierced her labia with another gold ring.  
This hurt less, but still hurt.  Sam rustled his kit as he dug 
for more gear.  
"Now hold very still, little lady."
Marijke felt a cold swab being drawn over the top of her pussy, 
then heard a buzz.
"Oh no, please, not a tattoo.  Only sluts and round-heels get 
tattoos."
"That's what you are, a slut," said her captor.  "Don't move or 
he'll be forced to put tattoos in places where a bikini can't 
hide them."
Marijke lay back as Sam went to work.  It hurt a bit, like 
ripping hair out, but Sam didn't take long.  She heard the 
buzzing stop and Sam put his gear into his case.
"So long, little lady.  I'll be back in a few days to check on my 
work and for some fucking."
Sam left, and so did her captor, who came back half an hour 
later.
Now masked, he removed her blindfold and removed her handcuffs.  
She ran to the bathroom where she saw what Sam had painted on her 
vulva: "CUMSLUT."
The ring in her labia chafed and hurt.  She felt terrible.  Her 
captor had gone, having left a plastic cup filled with water and 
some Tylenol beside the bed.

It took over a week for the pain in her nipple and labia to 
subside.  Her captor came in three times to get blowjobs, but did 
not fuck her pussy or ass.  Finally, she looked at the adornments 
and was not too put off by them.  Sam was brought in one time to 
check on his handiwork and got a blowjob for his trouble.
Marijke was feeling horny.  She had been accustomed to coming 
several times a day, but had given but received no sexual 
attention while her piercing healed.  She complained at her next 
mealtime.
"Sir.  M."
"Yes, my slut."
"I am that.  Could you please fuck me?"
"I'll be glad to do that.  What are my inducements?"
"You can fuck my ass, or I'll tongue-fuck yours to start."
"Let's do both."
He came in a few minutes later, with a new device.  He had a leg 
shackle which he placed on her leg and attached it to a chain, 
which he locked to a padeye in the wall.  If she were to hurt or 
kill him, she still couldn't reach the door and escape, but the 
chain was long enough to let her use the bathroom and roam around 
the room just short of the door.
Soon he was naked except for his mask.  Marijke dove for his 
cock, then spun him around.  She had him kneel on all fours on 
the bed so she could delve her tongue into his asshole even 
further than usual.  She slurped and pointed her tongue into his 
ass, reveling at how wicked she felt.  His moans were deep and 
finally she dove beneath him to finish him off in her mouth.
He lay back on the bed as she leisurely stroked his now small 
cock.  After a few minutes of that, a little life came into it.  
He told Marijke to lie back.  He hoisted her legs over his 
shoulders and dove for her asshole, giving her the same treat he 
had just received.  She came three times and then he plunged his 
cock in her ass.  
"Oh fuck that feels good.  Fuck me deep.  Deeper.  Deeper.  
Harder."  It didn't take long for him to fill here bowels with 
semen, but he wasn't through.  He pulled his cock from her butt 
and dangled it in front of her eyes.
Marijke looked at it, disgusted at what he was trying to make her 
do, but excited by it at the same time.  She stuck out her tongue 
and it didn't taste bad, so she wrapped her lips around this cock 
that had just come out of her ass.  She cleaned it thoroughly.  
She was a total slut now, and she loved it.  The tattoo was 
right.

A few days later, her captor had her shower and get ready for a 
visitor.  He went over to her and clipped a long chain onto the 
ring in her pussy.  When the visitor arrived, it wasn't just one 
visitor.  He brought in three young, muscular men.  He led 
Marijke by her chain.
"Young lady, these men have paid me very good money to use your 
body.  I want you to please them.  Gentlemen, there are few 
rules: use condoms in her lower orifices and do not mark her or 
do anything that would leave a scar or permanent mark.  But 
anything else goes.  I'll be videotaping and your price includes 
three copies.  Tell them your desires, my dear."
"I love cocks in my mouth, ass, and pussy.  I have wanted to have 
all three filled at once for a long time, so please triple-team 
me.   I'll lick your assholes, drink your piss, whatever, as long 
as you make me come a lot.  I am your slave for tonight."
Marijke went over to the best looking one and dropped to her 
knees.  She opened his fly, reached in and pulled out his cock.  
She wrapped her lips around it and bobbed up and down.  The other 
two men quickly got naked and put condoms on.  Marijke was filled 
with three cocks and had huge orgasms.  Then the men changed 
places and started again, and they lasted for a third round.
"Do me again.  Come on, guys, fuck me."
Marijke went over to one and tried to raise his cock but it was 
dead.  
"Come into the bathroom, all of you."
Marijke led them into the bathroom and knelt in the shower.
"I want you to give me a golden shower, and then I'm going to try 
to revive you."
All three aimed at her, but only one started off immediately.  
Marijke laughed as his piss hit her face and breasts, then back 
to her face where her mouth was now open.  The second started to 
piss and then the third.  Marijke was drenched.  She tried to get 
them to drench her face with come, but they were shot.

Over the next two weeks, Marijke performed her slut duties for 
several groups.  There was no act she wouldn't do.
Her captor said to her, "Marijke, I think you have earned your 
slut diploma.  If you are very, very good to me in the next few 
days, I might even release you."
Marijke quickly dropped to her knees to suck her captor's cock.  
She did everything she could to please him.  Three days later, 
she fell asleep moments after drinking some iced tea.  
Marijke awoke in the back of a van.  It was dark out.  Her wrists 
were tied behind her.  She was naked, but covered with a large 
dark wool cape.
"Where are we?"
"San Francisco.  We are going to the annual Exotic Erotic Ball, 
if you promise to behave.  If you do not, you will go back into 
the hidden room for a very long time and the pictures of you will 
be all over the Internet and in every adult bookstore in the 
country.  If you behave, maybe something nice will happen.  Do 
you promise to obey my every wish?"
"Yes, Master.  That's it.  That's what M stands for, doesn't it?  
You are my Master."
"Yes, my little cum slut slave.  You figured it out."
Her Master parked the car in an underground lot and then untied 
her hands.  He wore a feather mask and put one on her too.  He 
draped the cape around her, fully covering her naked body.  He 
put her hand on his arm and led her from the garage.  Along the 
sidewalk, other costumed couples were headed in the same 
direction.
Once inside, Marijke was amazed at the blatant show of sexuality.  
It turned her on to see so many people in such revealing 
costumes.  After they had taken a tour of the hall, a cavernous 
one south of Market Street and gawked at all of the costumes, M 
said to her, "Tell me when you see a straight guy that turns you 
on."
Since many of the best-looking men were with other men, it took a 
few minutes before Marijke saw a really good looking guy that she 
wanted.
"That one, the one in the G String with the gal with the huge 
tits."
"When I tell you go, ask him if you can blow him and do it."
M took off her cape, revealing her total nudity.  M pulled on the 
chain which was clipped to the ring in her labia, and led her to 
the man Marijke desired.  He turned to look and appraise this 
exciting vision.
"Go."
Marijke dropped to her knees and pulled the man's pouch off.  His 
huge cock sprang out, rigid and horizontal.
Marijke looked up at him and said, "May I?"
The mad nodded and Marijke worked over his huge cock.  It wasn't 
long before she could feel that he was ready to come.  She felt 
wicked and took his cock out just as he started coming.  She 
directed the jets of sperm onto her face and breasts.  Finally, 
she rose to her feet with the sperm dripping from her.  She 
leaned over and kissed the mouth of the man, who was astonished.
"Thanks, I needed that."
M led her around by the chain.  The crowd parted and people 
stared.  Hers was the most extreme of all costumes, and the fresh 
sperm on her face and breasts just made her all the more sexy.
"Now I'll pick the man and you can do him."
He led her to the northeast corner of the hall and finally saw 
the costume he had been seeking.
"See that pirate over there?  I am going to lead you over to him 
and you will fall to your knees and offer him your mouth, cunt, 
and ass.  I'm giving you to him."
He led her to the pirate, who was chatting with a couple dressed 
only in fishnet.  M tapped him on the shoulder and handed him the 
chain.
Marijke dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly.  She reached 
in and pulled out his cock and licked it.
She looked at his eyes through the mask.  "Right now, you will 
get the best blowjob of your life.  Later I want you to fuck my 
ass and cunt ruthlessly."  She kept looking up as she worked on 
his cock, then sprayed her face with his cum.  When he was 
finished, she beamed up through her sperm-covered face.
"Did you like that?"
The pirate mask came off, revealing my face.  She thought to 
herself, "My husband and I have just blown him in front of a huge 
crowd, most of whom took pictures and videos."
I pulled her up and kissed her, smearing the come on both of our 
faces.
"Yes, I did.  Now let's go.  We've got a lot to catch up on."
I picked her up off her knees and led her away.  I thought that 
the man who had brought her here and who had sent the ticket with 
a note to wear a pirate costume with a red bandanna covering my 
head reminded me of my old buddy Randy, but I couldn't be sure as 
I saw him melt into the crowd.
"Bill, I am a different woman now.  I am what my tattoo reads, a 
total cum slut.  Let's go to our place so I can show you what 
I've learned."

This is my first attempt at erotic writing.  If you liked it, 
please let me know, and I'll follow up with more.  Constructive 
criticism is welcome.  My Email is osogrande66@hotmail.com.





