In the Hands of a Molester (My Halloween story)

By Heather ©

Chapter 2

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

My fans often ask me to write about one of my real fantasies I masturbate to in the privacy of my own bed. So, when another author dared me to write about something for Halloween, I combined the two. As most people know, fantasies are rooted in real happenings in their lives and then they build on them like wish lists. The first part of Chapter One of this story was true, and the rest of it is what I evolved it into for my own desires. Notice, I used my name and I hope you enjoy the view into one of my wildest ever fantasies.

Here we are again, getting ready for another night of fear filled pranks and tricks that most people play on others, but this night was far more about pranking on my self than any other person. It had been an entire year since that fear laced night of thrilling enlightenment and that public ravaging I had endured at the behest of my dear friend and tormenter, Dirk. I hadn’t seen him more than a half dozen times since that night, and after a weird little date I had allowed him on the Fourth of July, I really had avoided him like the plague. That night he had scared me beyond belief, but just as his masterful self, he had also given me more than I wanted to think about over the last four months. I guess what really started my freight that night was when I asked him about that video he had shown me of him piercing that girl’s breast with a skewer and how he had made it look so frigging real. I had no doubt that his answer was truthful when he related that it hadn’t been a gimmick or stunt, especially when he went on to reveal that he had been practicing his hand at skillfully torturing willing young females for three years now. His story was hard to believe that any girl would allow herself to be tortured; that is until he pried from me that I had masturbated many times over that scene wondering just what it would have felt like. It seemed impossible to lie to this man.

Anyway, this night was to be the culmination of everything that has happened and been studied over for the last week. My favorite holiday was upon us and I really wanted to practice what I have always craved since that very first night I had trick-or-treated at Dirk’s house as a little kid nine long years ago – getting the shit scared out of me and being sexually tantalized out of my mind. And there simply was no better person I knew than Dirk to help make my Fright Night the greatest it could possibly be considering I knew what he had done to me in the past. Yes, I was very worried over what I had admitted to him in the last week since he had invited me to be his “victim” in his second interactive prop for his haunted house, but I also knew I would hate myself forever if I didn’t go through with it. After all, it was I who had gone out of my way to pass his house last week in an effort for him to get the chance to talk me into placing me into yet another contraption that would steal away my freedom to protest his desire to molest me like only he could.

I even had to wait for him to come out for his mail for over a half hour before I suddenly came into his view. His smile and the quick darting of his eyes up and down my body told me he was still very interested in me. There was just something about the way he could molest my body that drew me to him like a fucking magnet. Considering that he had never even tried to fuck me, or even get a blowjob from me, it was odd just how completely I was attracted to be touched by his strong hands and probing fingers. I had come to believe that the greatest sexual attraction for me was his mind, and all the nasty little games he so professionally played out with me in the past.

I couldn’t lie to myself – I was in love with being his victim, but after what I had learned on the Fourth, I was particularly concerned with just how far he might take things if he became too engaged with his own sexual needs. I guess it’s that very detail that had me quivering over what I had gotten myself into for this night. Had I allowed myself to be placed in true harms’ way, or was I merely going to get to play another titillating role that assured me yet another night of wild memories to take to bed with me each night? I knew little about what he really had in store for me, but at least I felt safe in how quickly he had agreed not to hurt me. He had even come up with the offer of giving me a safe word, “Uncle” (what else?) if I wanted to end my participation and leave. But there was a price attached to that safe word however, and that was that if I uttered it, I would not only be freed, but banished forever from his home and his mind games that he knew I had come to cherish. I had thought more over losing his interactions over the last week than I had over what he might expect of me. I guess my gauge had been, ‘what if he wanted to skewer my boob as he had done in that video he had shown me last year’? I wondered a million times if I could endure that kind of pain, and even what that kind of pain might feel like? I had even stuck myself with a needle several times to see what it might feel like, but I hadn’t gotten more than a quarter inch of the steel into my flesh before wimping out.

Either way it was to be; I had agreed to be the actress in his newest interactive prop and I was on pins and needles just thinking about what it would include. I was sure he knew my darkest yearnings more than any other person in the world and that inspired me to brush away my fears and actually put my life in his hands one more time. I knew how much he had enjoyed toying with me and my body in the past and concluded that that in it self protected me more than anything else. He wouldn’t really want to piss me off too badly, right? I guess the thing that was really bothering me just as much as titillating me was that he would give me no details over what my role for the night might be. I had a pretty good idea that since he knew I was wildly turned on by molesting hands that that would be part of my role for the night, but he had also seen how I had handled the hugely embarrassing moments of being exposed to strangers, and even some of my neighbors. As much as that had frightened me, he had been right about the future as he had told me it would be after it was all over last year. I had passed many of those people since then and even the boys that knew me, and I got a very intoxicating horniness out of what they were thinking. I guess since my parents had never found out about what I had done that I felt safe that I would get away with it yet again. Hell, other than a knowing glance or two, not one person had said a thing to me about it.

As I got out of the shower and stared at my body one last time in the mirror before dressing, I wondered just how deep I had gotten myself. I grabbed both of my smallish breasts in my hands and wondered what they might look like when next I stood in this position. I felt confident again when I thought of Dirk’s attraction for me. I ran the towel through my legs more than thoroughly several times. I remembered just how frigging wet I had been made so many times last year and didn’t want any unsavory smells emanating from down there. One last long look in the mirror and I threw on my clothes, did my light makeup routine, and bounced down the stairs. I fed my parents a line about what kind of party I was going to and gave my dad the usually quick peck on his cheek to say goodbye, blew a kiss to mom, and ran out the door. I felt like something was up with the parental units as I walked away though. They had been growing apart lately and I half expected them to get a divorce soon, but their actions as I was leaving told me something else was going on tonight. I knew they had their own Halloween party to go to, a true switch from recent behavior, and both of them appeared nervous. Dad was scratching the tattoo of a star on the back of his hand as he would always do when in doubt and mom was actually smiling in a knowing fashion at us when I kissed him goodbye. My dad and I were always really close and I felt like mom was giving him the short end of the stick, but her demeanor was weird to say the least. I felt so ashamed of what I was about to do that I looked back several times to make sure my parents weren’t following me. Hell, I was already paranoid as all get out.

I stood down the street from Dirk’s house for a minute as I pondered my options one last time, took a deep breath, and finished the walk. Dirk was on his porch hanging a last minute decoration for the kids and grinning ear-to-ear when he saw that I was there.

“Finally… I thought you might bomb on me Heather. But then again, I think we both know exactly why you’re here?” and put his hands on his hips as he eyeballed my young body and stated, “Well, you’ve seen everything else already; you ready to see my latest invention of demise and mind blowing intrigue? I guarantee you’re going to love my plans for you.”

“Damn you,” I retorted. “I can’t believe I’m here.” I threw my hands into the air to gesture my ‘don’t-give-a-fuck’ mindset, and added, “I guess I’m your toy for the night. You better enjoy me while you can, because if you piss me off, you’ll never get to play with me again.” We both knew that this was about the best warning I could muster to protect myself from any of his skillful manipulations that might go over the line. About the only thing I knew for sure was that he was going to entrap me in some way, and allow his paying invitees to get their perverted hands all over me, at least after ten o’clock. That was the real part of all this that brought me here tonight.

As I followed him into his domain, I checked out his ass and wondered why he hadn’t ever tried having sex with me. Was it just that he was weird or perhaps that I just wasn’t inviting in that way? Maybe he just respected me enough to know this wasn’t just about sex for me? For a fleeting moment I wondered about my own sex life. Why wasn’t I turned on anymore by all the boys that would hit on me? I knew it was because they just wanted a quick fuck or blowjob and I’d be on my way. Sex to me was all about the buildup and what did boys know about that? Hell, they would run screaming if I so much as mentioned the idea of liking the thought of being restrained. They’d freak out even worse if they knew how much fear turned me on. And there was that one thing I knew Dirk had discovered about me that boys could never understand in a million years; how his humiliating me had drove me wild with desire. When he had exposed my identity to those neighbor boys, my initial reaction was of hatred and horrifying thoughts of what might happen in the future, but he had proven himself right through time as I drove myself wild wondering what those neighbors thought about me. I had even read a few stories online about women being humiliated and thought that in comparison that they had no clue what true embarrassment was like next to my own sexual wonderment.

We walked through his house as he showed me his finishing touches and eventually I was led down into his basement to see the real stuff in its finished state. There was a large blanket draped over the bottom of the stairs to hide his newest addition. I was told that was to keep me in suspense more than anything. I looked for the new effect under the blanket, but couldn’t get any idea what it was hiding. That was when he set the tone of the night for me. He spun me around to face the wall and pinned me with my hands over my head. I struggled lightly until I saw he just wanted to “control” me in his special way. Dirk just wanted to prepare me for what was coming for me and asked me all kinds of embarrassing questions. A lot of them were aimed at my recent sex life, which I had none in over ten months. He took that to mean that I was masturbating habitually and eventually got me to admit just that to him. Sex just couldn’t compare to what I could do to myself while playing within my own thoughts. He had done this to me and chuckled when it came to light.

Dirk informed me that three girls from out of town would be playing the other roles and would be coming any time. He also told me that his last girls complained about the time they were confined to their devices, so they were going to trade off their positions tonight. That was when I found that his new device actually had a couple of things to keep me from getting too sore in one position. My smile gave away my anticipation. This damn guy knew all my buttons just way too well.

I was handed a bag of clothes and told to dress in them. I found a beautiful peasant dress that I would have loved to take home. It was the type of fluffy, loose fitting dress with sleeves meant to be worn off-the-shoulder, so I told him that bras weren’t worn with this kind of dress. He didn’t seem to get my drift, so I pointed out that with kids coming by that it might be just a tad too revealing. I knew I would be getting horny very easily and remembered just how hard my nipples had become last time. He reminded me that he had to impose a twelve year old age requirement and laughed off anything they might get schooled in by my display. I flashed back to the young boys that had stolen quick feels of me last year and went into a slight stupor of thought over how that had made me feel about them getting an education at my expense. I smiled again when I found nothing else in the bag but a pair of white cotton panties. They would surely be a short lived part of my attire if things went like last time. I was glad now that I had decided to shave down there. Pubic hair on a girl is so outdated.

After changing into my new attire behind one of the man make-shift walls, I told Dirk I was ready and asked where his magnificent new devices were, but he told me that he wanted me to help train the new girls before getting strapped in. Just hearing him put it that way made my lower body parts shutter in anticipation. And as if on cue, the girls began arriving. We worked together to get one of the girls prepared for the operating table. She was gorgeous and everyone would be smitten with her come hither looks and attitude. I offered them some of my thoughts on my experiences from last year and their eyes got that wild “Mardi Gras is for flashing” fixed stares. The other girl that had come in with her was fascinated seeing how realistic everything about her own prop appeared as the hanging witch. After checking his watch, Dirk said that we had to hurry as his first customers were already milling around the outside of his house. He swore under his breath over where the last girl was and stammered something about not using the witch prop this year and switching the girl over to the cage. An idea I whole heartedly endorsed.

After the other girl finally did arrive and got into her costume, and we had her placed securely in the cage, Dirk went to each of them to purposely expose their breasts and/or panties just to show them each how much he expected to show of them during the latter part of the night. None of them seemed too concerned as Dirk revealed their wears so candidly and I knew that had a great deal with their being restrained. Not being able to fight their exposure took a lot of their guilt away. I noticed that Dirk had a definite liking for smaller boobs by what I saw first hand. I never had any real desire to get it on with another girl, other than experimenting with a couple of girlfriends just as our boobs were starting to come to life, but I felt quite uneasy sexually seeing their brief nudity right in front of me. The girl in the cage was also fitted with a tight fitting head covering like I had been last year at one point that looked like something from a bondage magazine.

Next it was my turn. My whole body was electrified from thinking about what I had gotten myself into, and the fear of what neighbors might find out about me tonight. I finally got to see his new prop as he pulled away the blanket covering it. It was a large wooden wheel tilted backwards slightly and it was very obvious what purpose it served when I saw four leather restraints at opposing locations. I was backed up and onto the wheel with a push to my lower abdomen and Dirk quickly strapped my ankles into the lover cuffs. I thought they were a little over designed and had foot rests at the bottom of them. As he strapped my right hand into the first wrist cuff, Dirk asked me straight out if I would allow him one fuck towards the end of the night. I stared into his eyes and rather invitingly mentioned that I would have little choice in the matter if I were restrained. I was asked if I would consider it rape and gave him a little smile and a quick little shake of my head. I lifted my other hand into the last restraint which I realized said a lot in itself, but his smile reassured me that I was going to get the exact treatment tonight that I had been fantasizing over for months now. Was I dismayed knowing that he wanted to fuck me for a change? Not at all! As a matter of fact, I had been hoping to feel him stealing away the one thing he had seemed reluctant to take from me in the past. This wasn’t a boy in front of me, but a real man that knew how to drive a girl wild. I would be thinking about how he would take me for the rest of the night.

Dirk reached behind him to grab something off the table and held it up for me to see. He motioned to a large red button next to the circular table that I was strapped to and I read a sign warning people not to push it. I quickly realized that his intent was to get people to do exactly the opposite of that. He held a little electronic device in front of my face and began to smile an evil grin.

“We have a new addition to your torment tonight… electricity!” With that he pulled two self stick circular pads around to the front of the wheel and attached them to my chest just above my mounds. I winced out a cry of disfavor that was met with an indication that the pads were only fake parts of the prop. I was to simply act as if I was getting shocked whenever someone hit the button. And just as I was getting comfortable knowing that he had only been teasing me about getting shocked, he held up the first little item in front of me again.

“This on the other hand is real. It’s a modified dog shock gizmo that I hooked up to a more efficient holding device.”

As I began to protest the use of that device in any way, he began pulling up my dress and reaching his hand into my panties. I was disquieted and cursed at him when I realized what the only possible thing was that he was about to do and began squirming as much as my restraints would allow. The device had been fashioned into a round unit with a thicker middle than the top of it which made it resemble a butt plug. Two small, rounded prongs came out of each side of it and it was the size of a roll of nickels. I tried squeezing my legs together, but they were held too securely to prevent him from forcing the unit right up into my pussy. I began begging him not to do this to me, but he assured me that I would soon see its benefit. When it was properly nestled into my opening and he was sure I couldn’t push it out on my own, he tugged my panties back into place and rubbed the palm of his hand over it and my entire swath of labia. I could tell that very little of the device stuck out and probably couldn’t be seen through my panties. Dirk reached back to the table once more and presented me with what I knew was a ball gag and had to force it into my mouth. I kept trying to turn my head away, but he was simply too strong for me.

As this perverted son-of-a-bitch stood back with his evil little grin, he held up a remote and told me it was time to test it out to educate me. He showed me a dial on the face of the remote that controlled the amount of current that went from one to five. Turning it to one, he asked me all too kindly if I was ready for my first try of the button. I finally gave in and nodded my head slowly. As I watched him push the button, I half expected to jump out of my skin, but didn’t feel a thing. When I didn’t react as he expected, he turned up the knob and hit the button again. I felt a slight snapping inside of me and jumped a tiny bit. With a huge smile, he turned the knob to three and hit the button again. This time I felt a definite buzzing within me and jumped furiously trying to get away from it.

“Ah, that’s the ticket. Now this is how it’ll work. Obviously, no one will obey the sign not to hit the button, so when they do, I expect you to jump like you’re getting shocked through the fake electrodes. When I see you need a little help to sell the show, I’ll hit this little thing and give you a hand. I can always turn it up another notch for more incentive or even hold the button down for a longer display. Don’t worry though. Five is only for punishment and I can’t imagine you ever pissing me off that much.”

I started shaking my head violently which caused him to shock me again. My body convulsed a couple of seconds trying to end the sensation. I was horrified to see him turn the knob up again and as he hit it, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I got a definite shocking sensation that had me bouncing like a chicken on a hot plate. His smile was aggravating me to no end, but he began assuring me that he would go easy on me as he turned the remote back to the three setting.

“There’s one last element to this holding board you’re mounted on like a heavenly picture. Let me show you.”

With that, he reached around the circular board I was attached to and released something that put my resting place into a slight tilt backwards. And just as I had assumed, it was meant to spin as well. I was going to be a human wheel of fortune. He gave the side of the wheel a small tug and I went head over heels as the board rotated me once. My skirt went flying over my head as I was upside down and my body weight made me slide down until my ankle restraints stopped me. I realized I would be giving shots of my panties all night long to whoever wanted a glimpse of me. He spun me around one more time and I quickly learned how to brace myself against my restraints to cooperate with the physical action. I also realized that even with my small boobs, gravity had the flirtatious effect of nearly making them come close to popping out of the peasant dress when I went head down. With the arms of the dress already dropped off my shoulders, I was sure that this was Dirk’s intended surprise display element for his guests.

“Are you ready for one really wild trip?”

Without waiting for my answer, he spun the wheel once really hard and I went spinning upside down and around several times. My dress flew all around and my body shifted in accordance with the demands of gravity. He tugged at the wheel a second time and hit the remote’s button at the same time repeatedly as I spun wildly around his prop. My body jerked uncontrollably and arching my back out and away from its resting place was the only possible thing I could do. Suddenly he jerked the wheel to a stop and just stood back as he grinned ear to ear. He had me! As I had instructed him right from the start – I was his toy tonight and he had best have his fun. Little did I know when I said that that he was already sure that he would have his kicks.

Dirk began putting away the table and a few other things as he tortured my mind with what I was about to endure. When I saw him putting away the mask that would have hid my face from the public, I screamed into my gag that I wanted it put on. He understood my motions, but told me that putting the mask on me would take away the humiliation of my neighbors knowing who I was and with a hearty laugh added, “Now, I know that’s a major turn on for you. Maybe not right now, but after you leave here tonight it will be in your every thought when walking past the people that see here tonight.”

After a final warning to react properly, and assuring me that after the kiddies weren’t allowed in, that I would get to change into another “inventive and restraining piece of equipment” that would give me a welcomed break from the spinning. I think it was his final twisted laugh as he trudged up the stairs that bothered me most about what might be coming my way.

It seemed like an hour that I waited with nothing but my fears to keep me thrashing around trying my restraints for their weaknesses, but there were none. I was captured once again and as I settled down to accept my fate I could feel that damn electronic shocking device inside of me. Now that I was relaxing as much as one could, it had an unsettling twinge of euphoria to it that heightened my sexual impulses. That didn’t last for long as I heard a mad rush of footsteps running above me. Kids were obviously going to be the first to see me on this damned wheel, but I knew he was letting them run through the minor scares upstairs first where they were allowed to hunt for hidden candy rewards. That went on for about five or six minutes until I heard the basement door being opened. A mad rush of footsteps, sounding more like a trampling herd of cattle, came flying directly towards me. As was the entire purpose of this night, I began moaning and begging for my release to the gawkers as my role dictated. But then I noticed just who those first onlookers were and seized up a little inside. I recognized that of the two boys and two girls in front of me was one of the boys that had groped me last year. Clearly he was back for another taste of adolescent delight in sexual experimentation. I guessed them to be around 12 and 13 years old and probably smitten with each other in adolescent puppy love.

Dirk pushed his way past the kids and stood next to me to give his opening speech.

“Here my little friends, is my latest torture device. It came from the woods of Bavaria and was used to punish bad little girls and boys much as stocks were used in Pilgrim times. This particular little devil was caught stealing from me earlier today and just as the stocks were used, this is meant to humiliate her in front of the towns people to teach her better manners in the future.”

One of the girls spoke up to interrupt him. “Why is that button there and why can’t we push it?”

“That… that was an added measure for the really naughty girls and boys. It causes a jolt of electricity to run through these wires and shock the victim… I mean the perpetrator of disrespect, and was only used on the very worst offenders.”

I watched the girl grow a slow and evil grin as she asked, “How bad was she? Did she try to steal something important to you?”

“I guess! She was after the very thing we cherish most in our comfortable lives. She was trying to steal the very candy I had laid out for you.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, she lunged for the button and I quickly feigned my electrocution act. Each boy wanted a turn and each snapped the button again for themselves. Since the electrodes were attached to my upper chest, I pretended that that was where I felt the surge most as I arched my chest forward in a pronounced look of pain.

Dirk was very pleased with his guest’s reactions and quickly added, “There’s one more element to this device.”

He took a step to the side and pushed on the wheel to spin me around until his hand stopped me back in my original position. I felt my hair whisking over my face and prayed my boobs would remain covered as they did, but their possible escape into view didn’t go unnoticed by none of the boys… or girls. Oddly enough, it was the look on the second girl’s face that I fixed my eyes on. I think she noticed my impending embarrassment most and even seemed a little dismayed that I hadn’t popped out of my dress.

“Well, you can come back to torment this criminal later. Let’s keep the line moving and check out my other attractions.” Dirk gave the wheel a half turn that left me at a slight angle. I assumed the wheel was weighted just right to make me go upright each time, but only after a true spin. Without enough of a spin, it could hang off kilter. I continued begging those looking at me to help, but it was almost impossible to portray my role with virtually everyone passing slowly by me sporting grins as to what might be seen. One father told his daughter to hit the button to see what might happen to me and I went into my act. She then spun the wheel for herself, but her push was so weak that it nearly left me upside down. My dress fell over my head and I realized that it had fallen so greatly that my white cotton panties stayed clearly exposed. That had to be the case, because the father quickly righted me with a very embarrassing look on his face.

For several minutes, I was spun and shocked repeatedly until I saw Dirk standing off to one side of me. He had the remote in his hand and I shook my head in fear just as another patron spun the wheel and I went head over heels again. I felt the sting of the current running through my insides and this time I wasn’t acting as my body heaved. The spinning continued as he tapped on the button several times. Finally, he came over to me and pointed out that the kids and parents had to slow up their spins so I wouldn’t get sick and vomit. That really scared me as I wondered what would happen if I did get sick. I could choke to death. Later on Dirk would tell me how he had watched over me all night to make sure he was there if I did throw up.

Other than getting my skirt thrown over my head repeatedly, I fell into the sense that this contraption was little more than a weird carnival ride that exposed my bottom no more than any cheerleader might do on her own. I knew I liked getting my bottom exposed, but soon grew leery of what just might happen as the initial girls and boys came back to me. I’ll never forget their eyes as they approached and began taunting me with whether I would steal again. Here was my first serious molesting coming at me and I knew it. I worried that some of the parents would see what was happening, but by the repeated sudden snaps of their heads to look behind them, I knew they were more worried about getting caught doing something untoward. I saw Dirk in the shadows of the far corner glancing over and watching with his delighted smile. Suddenly, I wanted them to touch me as he watched. I was the object of a voyeur’s lust and it drove me nuts with my own lust for misgiving adventure.

One of the girls spun my board and stopped me upside down.

In a hushed whisper, one of the boys pointed at me and stated, “Look, they almost fell out.”

The boy lifted my skirt away from my chest to get a better look and then I felt a hand on my crotch. It rubbed me coarsely a couple of times and just as it pulled away, I saw it was the other boy’s hand. The girls were grinning at my despair and I twisted around as one might expect.

In a high pitched squeal I heard, “Look, she’s shaved.” The voice came from a girl and suddenly I felt her fingers lifting the side of my panties to expose my crotch to all of them. “I told you she would be. What a fucking slut!”

One of the boys took a chance to slide his hand into my exposure and toyed with my glistening folds. He mentioned how wet I was and sniffed his hand. He said nothing of the plug within me, so I assumed either he had no knowledge of it or simply didn’t see or feel it.

“Gross! She smells funky too.”

As my dress was released and fell back over my head, I thought to myself how that smell one day would drive him crazy. I was suddenly spun upright again as people approached. I sneered at the kids for what they had just done to me, but only one of the girls seemed worried about it. And as the people walked by us and back up the stairs, I was spun back to the upside down position and when my boobs didn’t appear out of my dress, one of the boys grabbed my top and pulled it up to expose my breasts. Even the girls grunted awes at seeing their first site of stolen peeks of a bound girl. I kept watching for other parents as I all but held still as many fingers probed the soft skin of my boobs as other fingers tweaked my nipples. They instantly hardened under their touch and then I cringed over the extreme lewdness as one very soft hand groped my entire right tit for a most excellent feel. I could tell it was one of the girls, and again, I was given a spin upright very quickly. As I came back to position, my boobs were still hanging out. Three of the kids made a mad dash for the stairs, but the one girl that had grabbed me stuttered long enough to yank my top back into place. I shot her a look of thanks and off she ran. Dirk was still in the shadows and as I looked down his length, I saw he had a very obvious hardon over what he had witnessed. I could feel my eyes going into a lusty and sultry trance over his pleasure. I began wondering just how he would choose to take me later on as he had mentioned.

Throughout those first few hours there was a good mix of activity with just enough downtime to give me a few moments to gather my composure several times. Dirk came over to me in the last half hour of the first leg and asked me if I thought I was enjoying my experience more than last year. After a moment of reflection, I sheepishly nodded my head. I had sought another wonderfully wild night of debauchery and I definitely was receiving it. I tried pushing the ball gag out of my mouth as far as I could and he got the message. My jaw was growing very sore and stiff, so he took pity on me and removed it just as three girls were coming down the stairs.

“Oh, my word! What do we have here?”

I recognized the girl that had spoken immediately. I had given her a really hard time at the end of senior year over a stupid little spat. She had been a cheerleader all four years of high school and I threw it in her face for being an airhead after she made a disparaging remark about my small boobs. I saw her eyes dart to the sign and big red button and she immediately went for it. I didn’t care to give her the satisfaction of thinking she was sticking it to me, so I didn’t move an inch. Well, Dirk saw my snub, and even though he didn’t understand it, he hit the remote… three times in a row. He was so busy trying to make me act properly that he didn’t notice Meg, my detractor, watching him hitting the remote. Even as the airhead she was, she figured out what was going on and ran over to Dirk and snatched the remote away. At first he tried getting it back, but then it was obvious that he felt I deserved her wrath for whatever reason.

Meg stood right in front of me with her whorish posse and mused, “Now what was that that you called me? An airhead, wasn’t it? Now what do you want to say?”

Between my jaw just being freed after nearly three hours and my disdain for both her and Dirk at the moment, I just stared at her. She held out the remote and with great triumph spat out, “Dance you little bitch, dance.”

My crotch arched outward from the three quick hits of the button. The queer look on her face told me that my body’s response hadn’t matched up with what she expected. With Dirk just standing there looking on, she ripped both electrodes off my chest and hit the button again and held it down as my body went into spasm and jerked about. The three girls started chattering away and I got the gist of what they were talking about. They knew there was something else in play and that little bitch figured it out through my body movements. She leaned one hand on the wheel and it moved me a couple of feet to one side as she lifted the bottom of my dress to look at my crotch. When she didn’t see anything that would require my jumping around earlier, she hit the button as she watched my reaction. Immediately, her hand flew to grab at my crotch and pushed her fingers between my labia.

“Oh… my…god!” She pushed my panties to the side as the others watched and there was no hiding the small protrusion of the device. So far no one had discovered my perverse secret, but now that she knew she was entirely too gleeful. She tested the wheel and saw it was made to spin and spun it as hard as she could. With all three of them cackling away in total delight, they took turns hitting the remote’s button. I looked for Dirk as my head was swirling about, but he seemed almost as pleased as the girls. That was when things went horribly bad. Meg looked at the face of the remote and saw the numbered dial. She spun around and asked Dirk what the numbers meant (duh) and he responded with, “Level of execution. Don’t go past four… five is for punishment only.”

I wanted to kill him at that moment. Sure enough, she ratcheted it up to four and started me spinning again. I began crying out clearly for her mercy and forgiveness, but she was a cheerleader after all and knew nothing about compassion. Then she hit the button and held it down while yelling out, “Fuck you, you little cunt.”

I screamed out as my pussy lit up with a reactive surge of muscle contractions. They all continued spinning the wheel and hitting the button until I screamed out as loud as I could. Several other people came around and saw what they were doing, not knowing about the gizmo inside me, and watched as she went ballistic over her momentary power. She cranked up the dial to five and as the wheel held me tilted to the eight o’clock position, she hit the button and squealed in delight as she kept hitting it several more times. My ass bumped against the board I was resting on several times as my mind went blank trying to spare me from the onslaught.

My body was heaving and convulsing uncontrollably as my mouth let out one long wail. Dirk ran over to her and after seeing where she had set the dial, he grabbed it out of her hand and proceeded to throw the three of them out of his house. Their giggles and malicious taunts echoed in my head as I tried to relax as the weight of the wheel righted me back to position. I looked down and saw that in all the hullabaloo that my left nipple was hanging out of my top. I looked around and saw several older male teens and one girl about my age staring at it, and I guess after witnessing the harassment of the three airheads that the girl took pity on my situation. Despite the boys trying to halt her, she came over and hiked my dress back into place for me.

“I bet you’re glad you took this job now, huh?”

I thanked her for her aid and actually smiled for the first time in quite a while. As Dirk came back down the stairs from throwing out the girls, he saw my disheveled state and ended the night for the younger crowd. It took him several minutes to herd all the partiers out, during which nearly every male that passed me felt free to take a grab. I struggled against my bonds, but my deepest secret if known was that I loved being the object of their perverted actions. Getting groped over and over by what was now almost exclusively a teen age crowd made me into a sopping mess before Dirk finally cleared the haunted house. He came back to me and since I had taken the brunt of things so far, he released me first before going to let the other girls free. As he worked to get me loose, he apologized for losing control and asked me if I hated him now. I didn’t answer and finally he stared directly into my eyes as he repeated his question. I couldn’t bring words to my tongue nor figure out what I wanted him to know, so finally I grabbed his hand and pushed it up under my dress to feel my crotch. His reaction to how wet my panties were answered him far more than words could have managed. He smiled knowing I wasn’t mad at him and left to tend to his other actresses.

Dirk decided to give us a twenty minute break and as the other girls went upstairs for drinks and a bathroom break, he came back to me as I thought he might.

“Have I lived up to my promises so far?”

I answered, “For the most part. But you could have held onto that remote a little better.” I looked down and asked, “Can I take this thing out now?”

“I was going to leave it in, but I think it’s had the desired effect.”

I worked my way into my underwear and decided to send a message of my own. I held up my skirt in one hand and used the other to pull out my panties. “You put it in…”

He got my drift and gladly worked his fingers around the slightly exposed end of his torture device. I bowed my legs a little and when we heard a popping sound as my body relinquished its grip, we both laughed nervously. Dirk asked if I still trusted him enough to go on and I nodded my head. I warned him to keep a better eye on me though if the second leg of the night was anything like the first.

“Well, I have to tell you, I’ve never had so many compliments on my handiwork as I have tonight. Everyone really thinks you’re the hit of the party. You see many people you knew?”

“Yeah, probably about a dozen this time. I really hope my parents don’t find out. I would simply die!”

“Come now, they can’t be that big of prudes if they went to their own party tonight. So, you think you’re ready for whatever else I may have coming for you?”

“Just what kind of stuff this time? Can I wear a hood or mask at least?”

“I can’t divulge that information at this time, but you can have a hood… a special one that blocks sound when I want it to. Deprevation can be a huge aphrodisiac you know.” I saw him feeling uneasy and knew there was something big coming. “I have something special I want to do to you, but it involves… a bit of… pain. Nothing lasting, but I think you’re ready for it and since you came back to me after four months, I know you’ve been thinking of nothing else. I know my guests will love it, and I think it’s one of those things that you’ll dwell happily over for years to come, but…” He seemed very reluctant to go on, so I prodded him. “You have to be okay with it. The girl… in that video you said you hated so much… I want to… do that to you.”

My mouth fell open and my eyes must have bugged out. I felt my lower jaw quivering out of the fear over what he was asking. I shook my head without saying a word, but then I finally slowly asked, “It’ll really hurt, won’t it?”

“I can’t lie to you, but sometimes pain can be misconstrued by the brain. Forget it, I’ve asked too much of you.”

Dirk turned to walk away and suddenly I heard my lips blurt out, “Okay!”

He turned and stared into my eyes as if to make sure he heard me right. I nodded ever so slightly and his face turned absolutely lust-filled. I had decided that I wanted him to fuck me in the worse way tonight and I was sure it would be wild and nefarious if I allowed him this desire. After all the thought I had given over being pierced in the same way as that girl in the video had endured, I was fairly sure that the pain wouldn’t be as bad as I had initially thought. I had also looked up the topic online several times and had found that many girls had allowed this act to be done to them and even saw one girl afterwards laughing about the nature of it.

No more words were spoken between us until the other girls came down and offered me a soda. I took it and ran off to the bathroom before the second half of the night started. As I sat on the toilet, I pulled my top down and stared at my breasts. They weren’t very big, but I loved their youthful shape and tautness. I had thought about getting my nipples pierced in the last couple of months just to see what piecing was all about, but I played with them too much to want any annoyances in the way. I gave them a final squeeze, cleaned off well, and went back to the basement where I passed the new victim on the wheel and touched her bare leg as if to assure her it would be okay. I found Dirk securing the last girl into her new confines. It was the cage and I remembered how much I had masturbated over what had happened to me in there last year. What that night had done to me had squashed my need for normal sex so greatly that I knew I had to go on. Whatever was in store for me, I knew this man to be very talented in knowing how far to go. I was willingly going to allow him to abuse my body just for the sake of a lifetime of fantasies that others could never begin to understand.

Dirk was about to leave the girl when I stated, “This isn’t fair!” I grabbed the scissors still in his hand from having cut away the girls top to expose most of her left breast, and cut clear through one side of her panties. Her eyes went wide and I saw her clenching trying to hold onto the remaining tatters, but I also knew exactly how she would feel about this later on. Dirk smacked me playfully on my ass and led me towards the rear of the basement.

Last year this was just a storage area, but it had been transformed into a wealth of torture chamber devices. Not all of the things worked as was explained to me, but the center piece did. It didn’t look like much, but it did have the expected cuffed restraints, top and bottom. It was little more than many polished pipes joined by ratcheting pivot points to a single pole bolted to the ceiling. Padding seemed well placed over most of the pipes, especially the main one bolted up into the ceiling.

“How do I dress,” I asked.

“You’re fine the way you are. But you probably might want to change you’re underwear. You know… fingerprints and all.”

I laughed and went to a small chest that Dirk pointed to and rummaged through it to find a clean pair of pretty pink printed panties. I swapped them out and when I asked what I should do with them, he beckoned me over to him. He grabbed a role of duct tape from a table and came over to me, grabbed the panties from me, and held them up in front of my face. I knew what he wanted and slouched my disapproval, but I had lived out this fantasy a hundred times since my stay in the cage last year. I reluctantly opened my mouth, but just before stuffing them into my mouth, I asked, “You really get off on this, don’t you?” When I saw he couldn’t figure out what I meant, I added, “You know… watching those guys messing with me… grabbing at me!”

“You caught me, but I think it’s really knowing how much you’re enjoying it that really launches me into orbit. I see it in your eyes. Your words and actions might seem like you hate it, but I know better, don’t I?”

“You can be a real prick, you know.” And after feeling a strong desire for him to have his truth, I reminded him, “You better be nice to me, or it’ll all end for the both of us.”

As he stuffed the panties completely into my mouth, he replied with, “I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize this… thing we share. I’ll take very good care of you while I enjoy watching. You don’t mind me enjoying myself a little, do you? And watching you getting molested by strangers?”

I shook my head slightly and then held still as he wrapped the tape around my neck several times to hold my still wetted panties in place and then found myself being backed into his new contraption. He placed my hands into the cuffs attached to the padded pipes, and then one at a time, he lifted the pipes and locked them into a right angle from the main one which now resembled a cross. I willingly allowed him to strap in my ankles and then those pipes were spread about a foot out to each side. I already felt a knowing tingle in my clitoris that told me that I better get ready for a very heaping teaspoon of just desserts.

Dirk spun his prop, and myself along with it, towards the door and I noticed a curtain just as he opened it. I was told that this was the viewing window and that only a few lucky patrons would get to come in to see me close up at first. The window was about eight feet wide and three feet high. I wondered what the premise of this prop was all about and wondered why the main pipe didn’t go all the way to the floor for better support. It stopped half way down my back with a thick pad to support me and just then Dirk came back to me with the promised hood and a wide belt of some kind. The belt was placed around my mid section so as to hold me to the pole. Then he struggled to pull the very tight fitting hood into place over my head. He tucked all my hair up into it and I figured I had to look bald by the time I heard him zipping up the back of the hood.

Dirk lifted one arm of my dress over my shoulder and left the other hanging down for a more seductive look. Then he rummaged his hand up under my dress until he could wrap his fingers around my right nipple. I thought I was about to have a few precious moments of tender touching, but instead he gripped my nipple hard until I muffled out a scream. It was a warning.

Then in a very stern voice he lamented, “If you think that hurt, you wouldn’t want to know what I would do if you make a scene tonight in front of my customers. No one can help you now, so you better keep your mouth shut no matter what you figure out. You understand me?”

I nodded my headed fervently just to get him to release his death grip on me and after he did, I worried greatly about how his demeanor had changed so suddenly. Had he been duping me all along? Had I gone from a cherished perverted love interest to an object of some sick and demented sadistic master? Why? Why the severe and abrupt warning of discipline?

I became a quivering ball of nerves over the next several minutes until I saw the first onlookers at the window directly in front of me. Other than seeing a helpless girl wearing a peasant dress in total bondage, I didn’t understand the attraction of all this. Finally, Dirk appeared with a woman in a Cinderella dress and handed her some sort of stick. I found out quickly that it was a hand whip that was used to give close up spankings with a wide leather tip to it. Dirk clicked something on the main pipe and suddenly I fell forward and was hanging bent over in mid air as my feet left the floor. I was afraid I was going to fall face first to the floor, but saw the sturdiness of this contraption easily held me in place.

“Go ahead, Cinderella, have at her.” Then Dirk came around to the front of me as I felt the woman lifting my dress over my backside until my ass was fully exposed. I turned my head to see about seven or eight people watching as she started slowly swatting me with the whip. It didn’t hurt at first, but when she placed a rather hard one on my right cheek, I saw another woman at the window grab her husbands hand as if she were very excited to see this little girl getting thrashed to pain. I’ll never forget that woman. She was dressed as an English maid, a very sexy maid, but had on a full mask to hide her face. He was dressed as a butler, also with one of those English style masks, and his eyes were fixed on my bared bottom. After tanning my ass to the cheers of the onlookers, Dirk took away the whip and led my abuser from the room. As I hung there I wondered just why those people had been so excited. I felt good that I had upheld my role so well, but I really had no idea why my somewhat light punishment seemed to elicit such a response. I guess I got my thrills and kicks out of being restrained for others to taunt as exciting as they got theirs out of watching me squirm in fear and pain. I was glad no one could see my face, but this hood was very constricting. I could barely hear what Dirk and the woman had been saying to each other, but I did get the gist of things by the limited bit I could make out.

Every few minutes, a new crowd would approach the window and I would know that some new form of discipline would be coming my way. Nothing really hurt and only one person at a time would come in to interact with me as Dirk stood close by me. I was twisted into all kinds of weird and sometimes erotic positions on this pole hung from the ceiling, including being nearly upside down on occasion. Sometimes my feet would be on the floor and other times I would be totally suspended. Nothing really seemed to center around exposing anything more of me than my ass and panties. Then it all cranked up a notch when Dirk came in and removed the covering over one of my ears that had been limiting my hearing. My last interloper had positioned my restraints so that I was back in the cross position facing the rear wall. I thought he would want to put me back on the wheel, but instead I was informed of something more than a little frightening to me.

“Remember what you said earlier about allowing me one fuck?”

I nodded my head, but my mind ran rampant when I wondered if he meant in front of a window full of voyeurs.

“Well, the time has come. I know you’ve been needing a serious reaming for many months now and that you will have, but I never really said it would be me, now did I? One of my guests will get that honor.”

I shook my head furiously, but I knew I had nothing I could say or do about it.

Dirk continued. “Now, I also hope you remember my warning earlier about making a scene. This is just about sex, so just… enjoy it. It’ll only take a few minutes, and it’ll make you a smashing hit. Take it like a good girl and remember, no one will ever know who you are. But if you make a scene, the very first thing that will happen, will be to have you unmasked for all that might see you. You understand?”

I cringed and closed my eyes tightly. With my gag, I couldn’t even voice any concern or objections. I knew I wanted to get laid tonight for sure, but I wanted Dirk to be my lover. I was hoping that perhaps by playing my assigned role that I may still win his favor. Slowly, I found my head nodding in approval one more time.

“That’s a good little girl. Oh, and one last thing… I hope you like the ending. If you don’t do as you’re told, you really won’t like the result. You see, tonight’s guests are a mix of very special people. Some are locals, and some are from a BDSM club from the area. You know what that means, right?”

I got his drift clearly. Again I had to wonder if Dirk had gone psycho on me.

My ear covering was replaced and I was left to mull over what he had in mind for me. I was amazed at how easily I accepted my fate and switched to hoping that at least my stranger would be respectful of his free usage of me. And that very thought changed my mind drastically and left me wanting. Being used for nothing more than my pussy quickly turned into a very euphoric thought that got my already abused vagina wet all over again. Even knowing that several people might be watching was a turn on for me. I was glad that I would soon be freed from this strapped position and on my back. My body was beginning to ache all over and lying down would be enough relief in itself to appease my pissiness over Dirk’s abuse.

I saw people gathering one more time at the window and knew my time had come. I had never even imagined having someone watching me get laid, so seeing all their eager faces were sending me into a world of regrets, and a bit of anxious anticipation. I saw that the maid and butler were back and just then Dirk walked up to them. I could see them talking and him gesturing my way. Then the woman took her husbands hand and looked as if she had won a lottery. Within seconds, the three of them were coming into the room. Dirk pulled the curtains closed and I was thankful that he had only been taunting me with an audience. I heard their voices and the woman was very excited about something. Dirk finally leaned over and gave me one last stern warning to do as I was told... or else. He turned to leave and I had assumed the woman would be following him, but that didn’t happen. I was suddenly full of regrets again as I saw the door close.

I strained to hear what they were saying, but all I could figure out was that the woman seemed to be egging on her husband to go ahead and take advantage of my predicament. I wondered if they were even married. How could a woman be so insistent on allowing her husband, or even a boyfriend, to fuck another woman right in front of her? Then I felt my restraints being tilted forward as this contraption was turned away from the window and my feet left the floor. Again I was placed into a bent over position with my legs spread and my feet off the floor. I realized that I wasn’t going to be released to fuck in a proper manner as I had naively thought. I could tell when a hand ran my dress up over my butt that it was the woman’s. It was also her hand that leapt to my left breast and began fondling it in such a way that I decided that she liked girls as well. That would explain her insistence on her friend taking me. I guess her plying had worked, because very soon I had hands wandering all over my body. My breasts were exposed and then I felt it. The man was rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening, and then as he grabbed my hips, he rammed himself into me as if to punish me for something. My whole body lurched forward as he took a second push and instantly, despite the roughness he was applying, I remembered how wonderful it felt to be full of a man lusting for me. Our bodies swayed repeatedly with every new thrust and I could hear the woman commanding him to go harder at me. At one point, the man plunged into me so hard that I bolted into a very stiffened receptacle and we all turned back to the window. That was when I saw that the curtains had been reopened and at least a dozen people were standing there watching me getting bred like a frigging cow. I was horribly embarrassed and had to look away, but as I closed my eyes and prayed for a quick finish, I also couldn’t deny how having an audience was forcing me into having a mind blowing orgasm. All these people were watching me. I was the object of all their attention and that drove me nuts with salacious carnality.

I felt the tape being pulled from around my gag and wasn’t sure if I really wanted the ability to protest giving back to me, but then I remembered Dirk’s stern warnings. I simply had to do as I was told and wait for it to be over. Eventually, the woman removed my very soiled panties from my mouth and I could tell the man was about to get off. Noise began emanating from me that I really didn’t want others to hear coming from me. They sounded to me like animalistic grunts at best. Now I had been reduced to nothing more than a fuck toy and at this moment I really didn’t give a damn. Then all of a sudden the man pulled out of me to cum. I was happy since I wasn’t on the pill and figured there was little probability of this guy having used a condom. I heard the woman going nuts over him finishing, but then I saw what Dirk had really known was coming for me. The man’s hand appeared in front of my face and I saw he had caught his semen in his hand. Before I could say a word, the hand cupped my mouth and I felt a sharp slap on my ass. A clear demand came repeatedly from the woman to swallow her friend’s semen. Several more hard slaps convinced me to do as was ordered and despite being the grossest thing I could imagine, I started slurping up the mess in the hand covering my mouth. I kept getting slapped until I finally licked the hand between checks to make sure I had obeyed them. I even had to lick the guy’s fingers clean. I felt ill over the thought of having ingested fluids that came from another human’s body. Then my world caved in and Dirk’s warning became a ringing gong in my ears. He had somehow planned all this. All I could hope for was that these two people might not have any idea who I was, or my world as I knew it would cease to exist. As the man turned his hand around to check for any last remnants of sperm, there it was… a star tattoo. I wanted to scream my self to death.

Every feeling I had came to an instant crash and I just wanted to cry. How could Dirk have done this to me? The coincidence was too great that it could have happened on its own. This had to have been planned. Why? Why? How could he have set up my own father to fuck his only daughter? I was sick thinking about how I had even been forced to consume his sperm like some wanton whore. At least I was sure as I thought about it that he had no idea who I was, or else he never would have done this to me. I fell right back into my stupor and stayed as quiet as possible so that my parents wouldn’t know who I was by my voice. If they ever found out what my father had just done, we would all be mortified into suicides.

As the two of them left the room to a round of applause over their performance, Dirk came back in and leaned close to me as he took off one of my ear coverings again and covered my mouth with his hand. “I can tell you figured out my little surprise, your body language gave you away. So now you know why I wanted you to be quiet, right?”

I nodded my head.

He continued, “I won’t have any problems with you now, will I?”

I shook my head.

“Good girl! I knew I could trust you. You should be thinking about one thing right now. I own your ass and if you don’t think so, try me. I know a lot more about this situation then you ever will. Now, let’s give my special friends the real show they paid for and we’ll go on from here. You agree?”

I hung my head for a moment, but realized he had set me up beyond belief. I had no choice I could see and finally nodded my head. He took his hand away from my mouth and began standing me up in my restraining device. I stared at the two people I now knew as my parents and wondered just what would happen if they knew who I was under this hood. I prayed that Dirk would keep his word.

I was stood upright so everyone in the window could see me and a few others huddled in the doorway. In a flash, Dirk dropped the top of my dress to expose my entire chest for them all to ogle over. I watched my mother’s hand fly to my father’s and knew for sure they had no idea it was me standing half nude before them. Dirk finished tearing my dress to my ankles so that I was left standing there in only my underwear and I shuddered. Worse was when I realized my nipples had hardened under their exposure. With my arms straight out and all the voyeurs staring, Dirk ripped my panties off. Even my mother had never seen me nude before, and without even knowing it, here they were bearing witness to their own daughter’s humiliation. And just as the night had been going, things got worse in seconds.

I noticed everyone’s eyes as they became fixed on something behind me and then Dirk wrapped his arms around me. In his right hand was the very skewer that he had tormented me with a year earlier. He held it up to make sure I could see it and I began shivering in abject terror. He whispered in my ear that I had two choices – beg for the obvious, or he would remove my hood. I started crying and begged quietly for him to leg me go. But he insisted I make the choice and warned me again to keep my voice down. When he sensed I had made my choice, he spoke loudly so all could hear.

“This vixen is mine now and I will claim her right here before you. If you want to be my property forever, beg for my affections.”

I knew that was my cue and I got out a very low, “Okay, do it?”

He whispered in my ear to say ‘do it’ again and to push out my chest.

I closed my eyes, pushed out my boobs, and again said “Do it!”

With that, his left hand took a good handhold on my left tit and he toyed with the point of the very sharp implement all around my soft flesh. He poked it into my skin several times as if deciding on an entry point, and then it came to rest on the very bottom skin on the inside of my breast. I knew this was it and then in an instant, he pushed it an inch into my boob. I cried out and arched my back at the pain and I saw both my parents cringe at the offense, but they quickly joined in with the others in cheering my abuse. How could they have become this depraved? Dirk twisted the skewer, and slowly pushed it harder until I could feel it sliding almost casually through my entire breast. It seemed to meet resistance as the tip hit the skin at its exit point, but another quick push made it pop through and everyone, included my parents through staring eyes, cheered my impalement. Dirk dropped his hold on the implement and I could feel it hanging freely from the bottom side of my tit. I felt faint, but I knew I would live through this. Hell, I knew girls that had received worse piercings before. Dirk thumped each end of the skewer and proclaimed me as his toy forever, and then came around to the front of me with yet another large needle. I begged quietly for him not to stick it into me, but he whispered that this was for my wedding ring and knelt before me. I had no idea what he meant until he began fumbling with the fleshy skin covering either side of my clitoris. I twisted away from his grip until he shot me a look of terrifying warning. I braced for his act and soon I felt a far more excruciating pain as he pushed the needle right through one side of my hood and positioned the other side for a second plundering. He quickly wiped away the blood so he could place a metal stud through the openings, sealing my hood over my clit. I hung my head from the faintness I felt and tried in vain to see what I knew he had done to me.

Dirk came back around to my rear and swaddled me in his embrace, as he fingered the implement he had used to impale me. I lifted my head back to nuzzle him almost as a sign that he had won me. I never thought I could have done this, but it took his strength to prove me wrong, and somehow… I loved him for doing all this to me.

An ear covering was removed once again so that he could whisper his obvious taunts into my ear.

“See, I was right, once again. You love what I do for you, don’t you?”

I nodded my head in a quick gesture. “But please, no more.”

“Sorry sweetie, but there’s just two more things I must do. The first is to make sure you’ll never forget my taking you as mine forever this Halloween night that you crave all year long for its ability to keep your deepest secrets anonymous. The second however will be something to help you live with these secrets with lustful thoughts every day, for the rest of your life.”

For some stupid reason, he held my twisted little mind in his hands as I felt his fingers still toying with the steel running squarely through my tit. “Please, please… “, was all I could utter.

“Did you enjoy your fuck? Was it everything you wanted? I’m sure you can’t admit that now, but they have no idea who you are, right? Besides, even if they did see your face, theirs are still covered. They don’t know that you know, and I’m sure you would never tell them, right?”

I shook my head in agreement, but failed to read the hidden nature of his taunt. As I tried nestling my head harder against Dirk’s, I suddenly fell forward again and my feet left the floor. I was spun around so all my witnesses could see my bare ass. I looked back towards my parents and saw the fleeting worries of fear leave their eyes and get replaced with abject wonderment. I knew my dad thought he was just watching some anonymous girl getting her requested abuse meted out, but it seemed like so much more to my mother. She was really getting off on this kind of treatment. Was she just one of the locals Dirk had spoken of, or a member of that club?

I watched as Dirk left the room briefly and all eyes were looking transfixed on him as he was wheeling a cart back into the room. They knew what was coming for me and not one of them seemed to protest. I had no idea what was on that cart that sent my voyeurs into such a euphoric gaze, but it left me fearing the worse. I lay there waiting for yet another implement to be inserted into me as I heard the sound of something metallic being banged against the side of another metallic can. I heard a resounding audible gasp that could only have come from my mother and just as I tried turning my head enough to see what was coming my way, Dirk’s hand grabbed my neck to hold my head down and forward. Then everything went bright white for me as my body automatically went rigid as a board as I felt the unbelievable stinging and burning on my right ass cheek. My head slammed upwards so hard that Dirk lost his grip on me, but it was all over anyway. When I turned my head to see what he had done to me, I already knew in my mind what had happened. Dirk was shoving the apparent branding iron he had used on me back into a metal bucket. It must have been filled with hot coals from the heat waves emanating from over it. The bastard had branded me like a steer! He hadn’t been lying, nor understating the facts when he said he was claiming me tonight. What the brand looked like or what the end result might be didn’t really matter at the moment. I had to very quickly come to some understanding in my head as to what this all meant. A brand is indeed forever, so did he really think he now owned me.

The one thing I knew for sure, or at least assumed I knew, was that as I had promised, he lost his right to play with me any more. I felt my confinement rigging spinning once more and felt a course stinging as some sort of ointment was swabbed over the branded area. I looked up into my parent’s eyes and saw nothing but glee in them. My mother looked like a kid at Christmas. My father like he had another orgasm. The rigging lifted me back into my cross position and Dirk was behind me again and went back to reminding me that the skewer was still hanging from my abused left boob. My nipples ached from being so hardened for so long. They felt like they would burst.

I heard in a deftly faint whisper, “You’re mine now… all mine… and forever. But there’s just one little pleasure you haven’t yet felt. The one that you took away with you last year that made you’re life come alive. Remember what that was now?”

I wondered through all my places of introduced pain and wondered what more he could possible do to me or even mean. I had to shake my head.

“You know… remember how you felt when you passed those people by on the street that had seen you here last year?”

My eyes bugged out and I began pleading softly as my head randomly thrashed in a disavowing ‘no’. “Please… please don’t do that to me. My parents… I could never look at them ever again. Please… don’t do it.”

“Sorry, sweetie, but I have to and you know it. Remember, they don’t know that you know who they are, so I wouldn’t stare at them or they will. Don’t make them worry for you. Smile and show the world how proud you are to have gone through with this. They will keep your secret as long as you keep theirs.”

I continued pleading with him and offering him anything he wanted as long as he didn’t do as I knew he would. I felt his hand unzipping the back of my hood and began to cry.

“You’re going to let them know… so I suggest you start smiling real quickly. You don’t want your father to know you know it was he that fucked you moments ago, do you? A smile is the only thing that will allow them to keep this a secret between you.”

He was right! As much as I hated him at this moment, he was dead right. He had planned this all too well. I tried as hard as I could, and as the hood was pulled down over the front of my face, I somehow managed to muster a faint smile. I looked up as the mask fell away and revealed my once pristine virgin face in my parent’s eyes, to all the voyeurs before me. I had to glance once at my parent’s eyes, the only feature I had to gauge their outrage and surprise, and then quickly averted my own eyes to the cheers and stares of the other people. I could see out the corner of my sight as my parents went into a torrent of clamor that was obviously all about my unveiling and what had been done to me. And of course, there was the shame of what role they had played in all this. But I was totally confused by how my mother seemed to so quickly hush my dad’s revulsion and surmised that she had reminded him of how I didn’t know who they were. Now I was giving an award winning performance.

Dirk unshackled my wrists and warned me to display my love of his treatment so as to keep them from worrying for me. I reached for his head by throwing my arms over my own head to clasp his and held onto him dearly. The bastard! The filthy bastard! He had stolen my freedom away from me so expertly that I had no choices anymore. I had to play his willing victim no matter what it took. And as I glanced forward at the eyes of those still pointing at the skewer in my breast and filled with so much exhilaration over bearing witness to all this, I tried to gauge the reasons behind their fascinations. When I came upon my dad’s eyes, I saw a mix of hatred, disappointment, and guilt all rolled into one. I knew there was one thing I had to do to relieve his guilt and shame, as vile and repulsive as it seemed, and blurted out, “Thank you Mister Butler, I loved what you did to me.”

It seemed to work well as his eyes did show an immediate release from his prior torment. My mother seemed awestruck, but somehow complacent. Dirk came around to the front of me and as I watched, he gripped the skewer and slowly pulled it back out of my aching boob. It seemed like such a relief and he swabbed the droplets of blood away with a towel. After he finished freeing me of my bonds, I went over and pulled the curtains closed and immediately attacked him. My small size next to his made it an attack easily thwarted, but he knew it had to be coming. He slapped my new brand which stung so bad I bolted upright and away from him. I tried to turn and see it, but he grabbed my arms and held me still to explain the things that mattered most in his world at the moment.

“We still have a little over an hour to go and if you don’t want to destroy your entire family, you’ll finish the job. You know I’m serious now, don’t you?”

“Yes, you fucking bastard.” I yanked my wrists from his grip and asked, “What the fuck you want to do to me now?”

“Smile, the worst is over. I promise! We’re just going to put you back on the wheel and you can ride out the night. Sorry for the pun. Now put your dress back on. A little mystery always amuses the club crowd.”

He kept issuing me veiled threats over my behavior and silence as I stepped into the dress and placed both arms over my shoulders. I reached for the panties and asked him, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? What if I called the police or my parents did?”

“You think I didn’t give that any thought? I know you won’t, and your mother certainly won’t let that happen. No one here wants your entire family disgraced. You’ll go home later and as long as they don’t know that you know, everything will be swept under the rug. Now, let’s go finish the night.”

I ran my hand over my ass lightly to feel the sting of the brand and a million thoughts came rushing to me. I wanted to get rid of whatever remnants of my father that remained inside of me and unbelievably asked, “And after they all leave… what’s going to happen between us?”

Dirk thought for a moment and as he studied my eyes, he read my mind. “If you’re a good girl and keep smiling at the right moments, maybe I won’t let you go right away.”

I turned and headed for the door with a very minor satisfaction and then turned back and asked, “My parents are gone already, right?”

“No, they knew the doors were locked till the end of the evening. Don’t worry... I’m sure they don’t want to give themselves away. Just keep showing everyone you’re here of your own accord and no one will ever know what the other wants to keep secret.”

I knew there wasn’t anything I could do, at least for the moment. I turned and as I walked barefoot passed a dozen people staring at me with their smug looks of sexual elation, I mustered the best curt smiles I could. When I got to the bottom of the steps, I was glad to have not passed my parents. I had hoped that they had found a way out so they wouldn’t have to bare witness to the rest of what was expected of me. As I first helped the other girl out of her restraints to a lot of ‘boo’s’ and I stepped one foot onto its resting place on the wheel, I saw them sitting at the top of the steps. They were evidently talking out what they had to do concerning me, but were now staring at my performance. Dirk came over and began strapping me in and kept reminding me of my new role. When I was affixed securely, Dirk pulled one of my arm cuffs off my shoulder. He released the wheel and gave me a spin to remind me of what it was like and stopped me upright once more. I didn’t see him producing it, but he reached his hands up under my skirt and began aiming the electronic device back into my opening. I gestured with a sneer that I really didn’t want that again, but I knew it wasn’t going to be left out. The other girl who I had just relieved from this prop was watching on in wonderment as to what Dirk was doing. Evidently, the other girls hadn’t worn the shock device. Then the bastard turned up my embarrassment even further.

“Can this lovely maid come down here to help me for a moment please?” He gestured my mother’s way.

After shaking her head several times, she finally came down and took the remote from his offering hand. Then he smiled at me and walked away. I knew his smile was leaving it up to me to expose myself to my own mother. As I looked at her bewildered face over what was expected of her, I knew what was expected of me.

I looked her in the eyes, smiled as my jaw quivered and said softly to her, “Go ahead… hit the button and see what it does.”

She kept looking between me and the button in her hand and finally after several coaxing pleas from me, she hit the button and held it not knowing what it was doing. My belly arched outward and my whole body vibrated. She didn’t really put it together and within a few seconds, I wanted to show her that I had asked for all of this to happen to me - in a way at least.

“Go ahead lady, hit it again. It’s okay, I like it.”

Dirk was grinning away as I asked for my own torture and then my mom hit the button again. Dirk spun the wheel and I went flying in circles as my body twisted under the electrical assault my own mother was causing me. She finally caught on and Dirk took the remote from her and offered it to the girl that had just been on the wheel. She had put it together and had no compulsion in hitting the button several times as she saw the control she had over me. Every time the shocking stopped, I gasped for my breath, smiled and heard myself begging for more. Several men and women took turns zapping me and sending me flying in opposite directions on the wheel. I finally caught sight of my father as he had come down the stairs. I loved that man so much and knew I had hurt him so bad tonight that I had to show him I was alright in this totally new and perverse world he now saw me in.

“Please, hand it to this man, the butler.”

The woman holding the controller handed it to his reluctant grasp, and I saw I needed to encourage him to do it.

“Go ahead… it’s just like before. Believe me, it’s alright. It’s my night to get wild - my one night of the year. Please help me enjoy it.”

Dirk liked my portrayal, went to my dad and fiddled with the dial. I had hoped he turned it down, but I knew better by now. He spun me upside down to the 4 o’clock position, and my skirt fell to my left, my panties were clearly exposed. Dirk grabbed the crotch of them and with one swift motion, ripped them away from my body. At first, my dad looked away when he saw my clean shaven vulva, but then looked back when he saw the device protruding from me.

I had to take away his fears for me and literally begged him to hit the button. When he finally did, it was like he really couldn’t believe what was happening and left his finger on the button. I jolted and thrashed around as my dress vibrated even further towards the floor to a room full of cheers and jeers. I looked up at him knowing what I had done to him tonight, and I knew I deserved punishment from his hand.

“Please… please… do it again. Make me vibrate. Let me enjoy your punishment.”

As Dirk spun the wheel again and I went flying around, I saw my father’s bewildered look, and then as if to test my resolve, he eventually hit the button again. I cried out, thrashed uncontrollably, and to those watching, it must have sounded like nothing more than the perverse love of a willing victim for their BDSM state of minds. As the wheel came to a slowed halt, two women came over to me and began uncovering me for the men to see my nudity. Dirk provided them with a pair of scissors and they cut away the last vestiges of my once beautiful dress. One of them fingered my new “wedding ring”, the bolt holding the folds of my clitoral hood over its captive clit, and the other pulled on my right ass cheek to get a look at my branding. I saw my father stumbling backwards into a sitting position on the stairs as Dirk took back the remote from his hand. He put it in his shirt pocket and I knew I was safe for a while. My father sat there watching as a plethora of men and women came by me to molest my wholly exposed body and I tried not to look at him anymore.

An eternity later, my mother had come back and sat with my dad for a minute and then came over to me. I half expected from her earlier behavior to simply take a turn molesting me, but she wanted to inspect my wounds. She ran her fingers over my left breast while studying the small evidence left from my skewering and then deftly allowed her hands to check my clit adornment. She stared at me for a moment and then tugged at my ass cheek to inspect the branding I had received for her self. I could tell she was trying to read it and then she went back to my dad. She leaned into his ear and told him what it said or looked like and I could tell he was biting his lip under his mask. He shot a look of hatred towards Dirk and then I saw my mom. I can’t really explain her look, but it was almost as if to say, “Why my daughter?” But it was what was missing in her look that really kept me wondering. Just as another patron sent me spinning, I had to ask myself if she knew more than the obvious. There didn’t seem to be the hatred I would expect towards my abuser.

I finally saw the night coming to an end as Dirk handed the remote to one of the women and eventually the other girls walked by me and seemed elated that they hadn’t gone through what I was at the moment. The one girl that knew about my implant had to have told the other girls about it, because they all clearly understood I was really getting shocked as I was tormented by spinning and stopping the wheel abruptly. Finally, as everyone made their way past me and up the stairs, my parents were the last to leave. I guess my father wanted to shepherd my safety. When Dirk finally came back down the stairs after locking up, all I could do was stare at him. He stared back and slowly his look turned animalistic. I knew what he was thinking and then the remote appeared in his hand. I saw him turning the dial, and then with absolute lust in his eyes for me, he hit the button. I screamed out and my abdomen thrust out as my muscles cringed tightly. My breathing was heavy and I was panting like a dog as he hit the button again. After a third jolt, he was ready for me.

“I knew you would enjoy your night. Now it’s time for me to end mine with the only possible way I could leave you. I know all your secrets now, or at least the ones that matter. He began taking off his pants and then his underwear. For the first time, I saw his cock and it was just as I had imagined. It was thick, bobbed straight out from his body, and what many would consider stout. My chest heaved as I waited for him and then he picked up the remote one last time and held it towards me. He didn’t hit the button and after what seemed like several minutes, I finally began the end of my night.

I cried out, “Hit the fucking thing. Here I am… rape me you son-of-a-bitch. You wanted me… here I am. Act like a fucking man.”

My body surged with the electricity from my implanted torture device as I screamed uncontrollably. I fell in a heap of panting as he reached out and grabbed for the end of my plug, and twisted it out of me. Not an easy thing to do with my muscles so well constricted. He stepped forward and positioned his cock to my still opened hole and slid the tip of his cock easily into me. I rested my chin on his shoulder as he began fucking away at me like a love starved teenager. Despite all the areas of my body that ached, I found myself trying to absorb as much of him as possible, even humping back to attain it. The wheel spun from side to side. Once when we nearly went around the circle is when I let out my last real secret that had to make Dirk feel safe. I chuckled at the thought of spinning in circles while getting fucked so hard. I also found myself nuzzling the side of his neck as he ravaged me. He may have had a stout stem, but when he came, it felt like he was pushing my spine out.

As he lay there feeling has last glimpses of what had surely been something a year in the planning, my whole chest heaved under him as I tried to catch my breath. But all the little aches from my earlier treatment started coming back which reminded me of exactly what he had put me through.

“You’re still a real prick! How do you know that either my parents or I won’t call the cops?”

“Well,” as he tried to catch his breath along with me, “I know you won’t because of everything I know about you. And do you really think your parents would admit to the police what they were involved in all this? No one else fucked you besides your dad after all.”

He finally looked me dead in the eyes and asked, “So, knowing the girl you are, I know you’ve wondered at least a few times what it would have been like to have a dad that snuck into his little girl’s room in the middle of the night and taken some liberties. Did the truth live up to your fantasies?”

I hated him for even bringing that up, but as we stared into each others eyes, I knew I couldn’t lie even a little bit to him over what he knew drove my entire sexual existence. I at least had to show my disdain for his taken such action though. “That’s beside the point. You had no right.”

He pushed himself to arms length and finally fell from me as he asked, “But it is something that you’ll never forget… or omit from your fantasies as you masturbate late at night?”

I turned my head away since there was no way I could admit to any such thing. Dirk stood up and went to retrieve my street clothes. When he came back, he unleashed my hands and began putting my bra on for me. As he did, he inspected the wounds on my boob and told me how to help them heal. Gingerly, he placed the cups just right and then reached around and struggled to fasten my clasp. I giggled over his male ineptness at such things and he pulled back to catch me smiling. Now he felt a whole lot safer that I could find humor in all this.

He pulled my top back over my head and arms and also made sure it was properly oriented. Next he released my legs and inspected our wedding ring – the bar I knew he intended for me to wear forever. It still hurt like hell and would remain tender for a very long time. I reached down and felt it for the first time and knew my button was nearly concealed. He went to his table and brought back a hand mirror so as to allow me to look at my brand. I finally figured out that it simply said, ‘Property of Dirk’. I looked at him and asked, “Do you really believe that?”

Dirk stared back and asked, “The question should be, do you really believe it… yet? I’ll know the answer tomorrow, because you’ll be coming back here at nightfall to offer yourself to me again as I’m instructing you to do right now.”

He continued staring at me until I finally closed my eyes and nodded as I knew I would be doing exactly as he asked of me. When he went to place my shorts on me, I asked for my underwear, but he told me he was keeping them as his prize for bringing me such a memorable time tonight. I wasn’t going to argue for them or over his assertion. When I was fully dressed, he walked me upstairs, gave me a long and steamy kiss, and merely sent me on my way. All the way home, I wondered how I would face my parents the next day. I never would have expected them to have been waiting up for me as they never had before, but there they were sitting together on the couch. My first thought was that I couldn’t remember the last time they had sat together so closely. Could it be that in some sick way that Dirk had healed their marriage? And all it took was to trick my dad into fucking his own daughter.

Mom asked the usual question, but already suspected the answer. “Have a good time tonight, dear? You look okay.”

I could see she was thinking the last part of her statement was a little too revealing, but I answered sheepishly, “I had a great time.” I didn’t want them to think I had any regrets. “But I’m bushed, so I’m going right off to bed.”

Just as I reached the stairs, the phone rang. It was three in the morning, so I waited to hear who it was. Mom called to me and told me it was some man wanting to speak to me. It was Dirk and all he said was, “Happy Halloween, my dear child,” and hung up. I looked over at my father after trying to avoid eye contact with him before and saw he needed something from me. I went over to him as my mom still sat next to him and leaned over to hug him. I whispered in his ear, “It’s so nice to see you two sitting together.” I pushed back and added, “You know I love you, right?”

He smiled and I went off to bed a much happier girl.

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