COLLECTING : by © Hamilton Joyce rape snuff

I reversed the cradle carefully down the slipway and left the engine running as 
I uncoupled the trolley. I hitched the mooring rope round a stanchion, and 
quickly parked the car prettily a few yards from the jetty. The speedboat 
started with no problems, and at half throttle I eased her out. 

Clear of the estuary, I lit a cigarette, and steered for a spot the chart showed as 
being very deep, and well outside the three mile limits...I couldn't afford a 
customs search on this trip.
It was just dawn, with the sea a millpond  when I reached the place. In 
moments the sun would rise, but for a few minutes there was sufficient 
darkness for my purpose.

She was laying as I had left her, very tightly secured, under a loose tarpaulin. I 
checked the horizon with naked eyes, and then with binoculars before I pulled 
the green cover off her. I lifted her onto the strake of the boat, and she lay 
there, still unconscious. I removed the precautionary gag, and it seemed to me 
she was coming round. Another sweep of the horizon. Ok still.

As she lay there in the half light, I thought of all the sex since I took her. I got 
hard! Her cunt and arse were closed to me by the ropes I had used to bind her, 
and her tits were squashed by the same bonds. I wasn't going to risk her 
mouth....she had been known to bite! So I stood over her and wanked, my cock 
sticking from my jeans. I reached down and felt her smooth belly, and her soft 
neck one last time, and then allowed myself to come, splashing white spunk 
mostly on her face and tits. I put it away.

She was stirring  now, so I lifted up the chain and engine half block to which I 
had welded it. I passed the chain round her waist, padlocked it tight, then 
round her neck and between her legs, forcing it with difficulty , and padlocked 
it again. One last look, and just as she came round, tipped the iron lump into 
the sea. The chain took the weight and she followed it. It sank immediately.

Nothing in sight. I wiped a spunk splash off the boat, and started it....full revs 
to celebrate, and also to wash off any forensic...should it come to that.

Back to the jetty, where I towed her out again, and round to the Marina, where 
I delivered it as agreed to the agent who had agreed to buy it.

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As I drove back to town, I went over some of the incidents in my mind. I 
recalled the moment I knew she would have to go. She was tied naked to the 
bed, I had been whipping her. But I was not hard. It wasn't working any more 
with this one. A month of glorious, draining shagging, a month of OK 
shagging, a week of less exciting, and now I'd done with her.
                                                                                    
And I couldn't help thinking about the lovely little Asian girl I'd spotted at the 
perfume counter in John Lewis. She'd be a nice item to collect. Could I have 
both...at the same time? Nice idea, but dangerous. No, better get rid of one 
before collecting another.

I couldn't forget the first put-down that caused her problem...and my 
liberation. It had been in public , too. The laughter in the pub. I seethed still. 
Perhaps what followed would kill the 
memory. 'I wouldn't go out with you, wimp, if you were the last boy in the 
world. ' She laughed. So did her friends...and so did my so-called mates. Serve 
the bitch right!

Anyway, I got a job in Newcastle, and started again. And then I won! A lot. I 
knew what I was going to do with it too.

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As I drove back from the seaside, I allowed my mind to wander over the 
incidents of the past three months. It must have been about a month in, when 
she was duly subdued, that I was able to use her for a bit of fishing.

I was early at the station, about seven o'clock. The London train didn't get in 
till about  seven twenty. I put the radio on, and re-read the ad, as commuters' 
wives cars began to draw up, as usual using all the parking up quite quickly.
'Couple seek dom male. He 40, macho . She very lovely sub, 20. You 20-ish, 
tall, athletic and very handsome.Bi.  Essex.'
He had replied by e with his photo...just head and shoulders. But handsome.

I sat back and stretched my legs. Not long now. 

The train came in, and when all the cars had drawn away, quickly as usual, 
there were only four men left. Lord...I hope that other blonde, the feeble-
looking one, wasn't mine. And I did hope it was the tall, sturdy blonde. I 
flashed my lights twice, the agreed signal. Good. It was the handsome one.

We introduced. 'You agree the rules. My wife wants complete anonymity. 
That includes even knowing where we live.'

'Ok by me. ' I blindfolded him, and  made sure it was 100% effective before I 
drew off. We were only three miles from the station, but I drove around for 
half an hour, to obscure that, while we chatted. I was working him up by 
telling him what 'my wife' liked! That I had left her tied up, and that by the 
time we got back she'd have worked herself up into a really moist, excited 
state, ready for beating, buggering and fucking. In fact , of course, not what 
she 'liked' but what she was going to get.

At all events, finally we got there, and I drove straight into the garage, closing 
the doors electronically behind us.

'You can take the blindfold off now. We're there. ' He followed me into the 
spare room, behind the garage. 'My wife's in the next room, tied and gagged. 
She wants us to strip off, and then go in.' I watched him as he 
stripped...quicker than me. He was a good specimen... I  would enjoy having 
him, whatever my 'wife' might think. As I stooped to take my socks off, he 
leaned back on a bench and tweaked his long, hard cock backwards till it 
touched his belly. He looked me in the eye as he released it and it sprung, 
twitching , to its sixty degree angle.

'I'm looking forward to some of that, Guy. But my wife is waiting for you 
first. In there...'

He went into the room first, and I walked behind, admiring the movement of 
his muscles as he walked. His bum was most appetising....I'd have that. A 
change from the female sex-slave who had been my sole outlet for weeks.

She was still where I'd left her! Tied up. The distress in her eyes was real as 
she saw not only me, but a huge-cocked male with me. I checked her gag 
carefully. No risk of her speaking...and perhaps giving my game away. No. 
That wouldn't do at all. Her hands were still firmly roped as well. I had left her 
cunt and arse free of ropes...only the tiny, frilly panty.....as I intended her to 
stay in that same position all through her ordeal.

Guy could not take his eyes off her. Clearly her eyes were imploring him for 
something. I chose to assume it was sex she wanted. 'Look at those tits, Guy. I 
told you she was good. Full and firm. That's what I like. Feel them. Feel the 
weight.'

He was beside her. I saw her flinch as his cock feather-touched her thigh. My 
own cock twitched in anticipation of her writhing and wriggling.

'That's right. Feel them. Feel the fullness. Now squeeze them. '

One hand on each, he was squeezing and kneading as if milking them. And 
then the nipples. He took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulled 
at them, stretching both tits out and up. You could see the pain in her face, and 
as far as possible she wriggled and writhed. But he merely pulled harder. And 
then he bent over her and licked the cleavage between them. Then a mouthful 
of white flesh. And he bit on the roundness. As he moved his mouth to her 
other tit, you could see the teeth-marks on her left one. A bite on the right one 
now, and then the whole of one of her brown aurea in his mouth, sucking. His 
cock was now pressed up against her thigh. 

I joined in, and while he sucked and bit one breast I did the other. My cock too 
was pressed hard against her, but while his hands were searching and seeking 
her flesh, my hands were beyond her body, and caressing his.

'What she really wants is whipping! Whip her tits and shoulders for her!'

You didn't have to be a genius to see in her eyes that was the last  thing she 
wanted, but my guest was in no mood for anything except taking me at my 
word. I couldn't take the risk, but I wouldn't be surprised if , in his state of 
excitement, he wouldn't have been a willing accomplice in active rape, with 
me. He must have suspected this was indeed the rape of an unwilling sex 
slave. I stood back from her as he picked up one of the whips I'd laid out.

He stood with his legs apart...probably pulling in his stomach for my benefit. 
At all events, he was godlike as he slowly and deliberately whipped her. Not 
moving below the waist he whipped her tits with a forehand stroke, and her 
shoulders on the backhand. He was not hitting hard enough to break the skin, 
but her buxom figure was going a lovely shade of pink from the waist up. She 
wriggled, her tits moving provocatively, and her eyes implored. But still the 
steady, even punishment continued. 

He was hard....his cock as springy as sprung steel. I sat on the floor beneath 
him, and looked up at his body as he took his exercise. His balls were tight in 
the scrotum. I reached up and touched the white, crinkled skin. His cock 
twitched. I grasped his thigh, and pressed my chest to his leg, clasping it to me. 
And then I kissed the stem of his cock. Again it twitched.

'Her thighs and arse now. Her tits and back are nicely warmed up.'

He changed his stance, and addressed to whip her bum.

'Take her panties off. Better on naked buttocks. That's what she wants. To be 
naked in the presence of a stranger.'

He grasped her white, skimpy panties, and tried to pull them down. But with 
her legs tied together, they wouldn't come. 'Cut them off. There's a knife over 
there.' He picked up the long, filleting knife, and eased it between her panties 
and the white belly. With and upward movement, he first stretched the white 
lace, and then the knife shore through it. Now the knife against her thigh, and 
under a leg. Again the stretch, and the sudden release. Reapeated with the 
other leg. He turned her round, back to him, and tore the ruined panties away 
from her buttocks, leaving her naked.

His whipping concentrated on her hips, with two strokes there to every one on 
her bum itself. To strike her bottom, he had to hit upwards , under the 
protecting hands. But in a few
minutes, this too was reduced to a pleasant pink. Her legs were still tied 
together, which limited the reach of his little whip.

'She loves it on her thighs....and can take it on her cunt as well, if that turns 
you on. It does me.'

'Me too. But I'll need a more flexible whip.'

While he sorted out a long, black, braided-leather whip, I released the ropes 
around her ankles, and  fixed them to a chrome and leather stretcher-bar. I ran 
my hands up her naked legs, and one hand into the crease of her cunt. Dry! 
Clearly not as into whipping as I had claimed! I picked up the plastic bottle of 
massage oil I kept handy for fucking her....she was normally dry and 
unaroused. Hardly surprising, I guess. I tipped it liberally over the top of her 
slit, and let it flow, guided by my fingers, down over clit, cunt, and anus. I 
slipped my finger into her cunt, to lubricate the lips. She squirmed. As I did 
the same service to her arsehole, she actually rose up on tip-toe. We both 
laughed.

'You'll find she's nice and loose when you fuck her. But first that whip.'

I watched while he very efficiently warmed up her bottom, the inside of her 
thighs. And then, skillfully, he allowed the end of the whip to flick up into her 
crack, right onto cunt-lips, and the nub of her slightly protruding clit. I wanked 
my hard cock as I watched her squirm and wriggle to avoid his well-aimed 
strikes, the muscles of her belly and buttocks working as she writhed.

'She's nice and pink now. Let's get her ready for fucking. Help me drag her 
over here.'

None too softly, we dragged her to the table, and I bent her legs back, before 
sitting hard on her tits to hold her in place. I could feel her pressing up into my 
arsehole (I'd spread my cheeks a bit before sitting down) and against my 
bollocks. I shifted to get the full benefit of her tits, and bent her legs right 
back. 'There. Now in her. Give her a good shagging.'

He had his hands on her thighs, and without touching his cock just presented it 
to her (well-oiled if dry of cunt-juice) crack. I could feel her move under me as 
he penetrated and shoved in and up her. A sort of low moan escaped around 
her gag. 

'Now fuck!' And fuck he did. Long and slow at first. I could feel her wriggle 
and hear her sobs. My cock was very hard. He fucked harder, and as he bent 
over her he allowed his tongue to brush up to my cock. The knob was in his 
mouth as he came, for the first time.

I clambered off. Although her legs were free, she made no attempt to move or 
cover up. She lay there, legs open, moaning. In a state of shock, although she 
was quite used , really, to being raped. two or three times a day since she 
became my guest.

As he pulled away I could see why. The whiter cum had sprayed over her cunt, 
with its light fuzz of hair, but the gaping arsehole showed where he had done 
most of his fucking!

His cock was now rather limp. I was still hard.

'What do you want to do to go hard again?'

 Lingerie. I love lingerie. Dress her a bit for me.' 

Her lingerie drawer's over there.

He lingered as he riffed through the (rather small) colection. He held up a 
white, lacy suspender belt. 'This. Glossy stockings, and no  panties, I think. 
And these high-heeeled boots.'

I sat on the bed, and pulled her over and onto me, so her ample tits were 
crushed into my thighs, and her gagged mouth nuzzled up against my hard 
cock, and tight bollocks.  'There. Now put them on her.'

Guy didn't hurry, as he lfted first one leg and stretched the black , sheer 
stockings over it, stretching and smoothing as he went. And now the other. She 
was motionless, shocked, sobbing, muffled into my crotch. I caressed her 
round buttocks as he fixed the belt, and , with difficulty the catches. And now, 
lingering, the boots.

'Done', he said, still fondling and caressing her legs. He knelt and rubbed his 
face against the sheen, finally coming to rest with his tongue on her cum-
spattered cunt and arse. 'Lovely!'

'We should tie her up again. That post has been installed for just that purpose.

I tied her expertly, and very tight. Her hands back over her head, her arms 
securely bound,  and her wrists. Her thighs bound together, and then her legs, 
round the boots.

'Like this, she'll be nice and tight. Are you going up her arse or her cunt?'

'Cunt first, and then arse. Like the first time.'

'And this time, I want your arse while you have her. Fair's fair.'

'Looking forward to it.'

He positioned himself, and shoved up her, with some difficulty, the cunt being 
narrowed by the way she was tied.

I stepped behind him, and spread oil on my cock, and then dripped it down the 
crack of his smooth bottom. 'Brace yourself. Here I come!' He stopped 
fucking a moment, and shoved back against me, while I entered him. He was 
warm, and tight.

And so we fucked. I felt him leave her cunt, and enter her arse, and knew he 
would come soon. I accommodated my thrusts to his, fondling his bum as I felt 
the tide rise in me. Finally, I felt his come, spasms coursing through his anus 
and gripping my cock. I paused, and spurted full up in him, and then a few 
more thrusts as I emptied my balls.

We smoked and had a drink , before we dressed. She watched, still bound, 
eyes imploring.

'Can we do that again sometime? Like next week?'

'Sorry, Guy. That's not the deal . My wife doesn't want repeats. She likes a 
new partner each time. As I said.'

'OK! But that was very good!'

'For me too. And now, I'm afraid, the blindfold!'
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That first time with her, I'd been stalking her for several weeks, and driving 
myself into a state of lust and anger. She'd been careless with her keys, and I'd 
managed to 'borrow' them and get a spare set made. So I'd often been in her 
house, nosing around when she was out at work. Read her diaries....she was 
sexually active!, checked out her undies, worn her panties, and laid in her bed.

I'd watched them for a couple of hours, dining in the window of the restaurant 
opposite the pub. By the time he paid the bill I was in no fit state to drive...but 
compared with what I had in mind for tonight, that was a very minor crime!

He was about thirty years older than her. Distinguished. Tidy, grey hair, good 
suit, smart new , expensive car when they left. I had got into my , very 
ordinary, not noticeable Ford, and drew out as they left. After ten minutes, it 
was obvious he was going to take her up 'Lovers' Lane', a road in the woods 
used by couples, and it must be said, the local whores.

I overtook them, and parked up ahead of them. I saw them arrive, and made 
my way a hundred yards through the trees till I was very close to their car. 
There was enough moonlight on a warm summer's night to see what was 
going on, and I was close enough to listen.

When I got there, they were kissing, and he had his hand inside her dress. As I 
watched, he managed to get a lovely breast out, and started to suck and kiss it. 
She moaned. I guessed she had his cock out, by the way her arms was moving, 
rhythmically.

'Stay with me tonight, Joseph. It's been a lovely evening.'

'I'm afraid I've got to go home tonight, but next week I can get away.'

'That bloody woman.' She bent over, and disappeared below the side of the 
door.

'That's lovely Judith. Stop! I don't want to come all over your lovely dress.'

He lifted her from him and sprawled on top of her, his legs between hers. 
Fumbling under them.

'No, Joseph. Not here. And not without a condom.'

'Oh yes! I promise I'll pull out before...'

.No!' She raked her hand down his face.

'Shit! You've made me bleed.'

'I didn't mean to. Oh! Oh1 Remember to take it out. Oh, yes! Yes!'

It only took him a couple of thrusts to come. I'd heard all I needed. He wasn't 
coming in! I went back to the car, drove to her place, parked outside, let 
myself in and went upstairs to watch for her out of the window.

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She was singing as she came upstairs. 'You can't always get what you wa-ant'. 
Ironic, I thought.

I was waiting beside the door, and closed it behind her as she put the light on.

'What the hell!'

'Sh! You know what this is?' I clicked my flick-knife open. 'I'm not going to 
take any more shit from you, Judith, young lady. Quiet as a mouse, and you 
won't get hurt.'

'I told you to keep out of my life. And how did you get in?'

'I warned you!' I laid the cold edge of the blade to her throat.

'No! Please!'

'Over there against the wall. Face to the wall. Lift your dress, and show me 
your arse.'

'I couldn't!'

'You will if your don't want to get cut. Spoil the skin on your bum to have 
stitches.'

'Now, that's better. Hands together.

I was in luck. The prettiest see-through panties, stretched over her lovely 
young bum. I rubbed myself up against her, and reached up and around her 
with my free hand, reaching for those full, round, firm tits. I could feel the lacy 
and satin bra that I'd already glimpsed when staked out in the bushes. With the 
knife in my hand still, I rubbed my other hand over the nylon panties. 

'Nice knickers, my dear. Special for your date tonight? I watched you with him 
in the car. Do you like them older?'

'He's my boss!'

'Did you shag him for promotion, or are you just naturally a dirty little girl?  
And it wasn't very fair making him come in your pants. After he bought you 
dinner, you could at least have given him your cunt.' I  stuck a finger in. It was 
still wet. 'Or your arsehole.' This was tighter, but my wettened finger slipped 
in.'

She protested, but I again laid the cold nlade of the knife against her, and she 
was subdued.

'Over here now!' I'm very strong, and I just picked her up and dumped her 
face down on the bed. Now I could inspect her arse real close-up.

I pushed my face against soft flesh, and warm, thin nylon. 'You're still wet 
from his spunk!' I grasped the seethrough crotch in one hand, and pulled at it 
till I tore the whole crotch out. Her  cunt was now bare for me, and I bent 
down over it. I go both ways, and the scent of woman and man-spunk on her 
was truly exciting. 

I parted the lips, exposing her bright red flesh, but first off licked her anus, that 
tight little rosy ring.

'Please......'

'Don't worry, darling. I'll please you....or at least please myself.'

'No.....'

'Remember this!' I placed the cold steel of my stiletto blade right into her 
open cunt. She was silent now. Petrified. I licked at her open cunt, and allowed 
my rough chin to scratch at her tender white thighs.

She was still wet from her earlier exploits, that I'd watched from the bushes. 
'It's all right, darling. I don't mind fucking in your boyfriend's cum. I go both 
ways. I don't expect you knew that.' I had pulled her cuntlips open, and 
presented my cock, sticking out long and large from my flies, to her vagina. 
She sobbed as I stabbed her with it, shoving it up deep into her. But the 
presence of the cold steel blade kept her in line.

I counted out loud as I shoved in, withdrew and shoved again. I was pulling 
her onto me by the tattered remnants of her panties, when the waistband 
snapped leaving me holding them. I threw them away into the corner of the 
room. This first time I only got to six insertions, when I had my first glorious 
come in her, emptying my balls of the spunk I'd allowed to build up for ten 
days while planning this session. I pulled out immediately, and wiped my cock 
on the bottom of her dress. I  would have used the knickers, but luckily, as I 
found out, I couldn't reach them from where they had landed.

'Now you just lay there like a good girl. Don't you wish you hadn't dissed me 
in front of everyone?'

'Please.....'

'Was it big enough for you? I doubt if you've ever been stretched like that, 
have you?'

'Please....'

I slapped her arse with my open hand. She hadn't moved an inch since I'd 
pulled out of her cunt. It felt good, so I slapped again. 'Answer when you're 
spoken to. Was it the biggest?'

'Please...'

'Answer bitch!' A good hard spank this time. My cupped hand felt like a 
thunderclap. 'Was it?'

'Yes. It was. Please don't hit me again.'

I opened my biscuit tin while she lay there sobbing and imploring, took out the 
pad, and , lying on top of her, held it to her mouth. She struggled while I 
counted to two, and then lay unconscious while I continued to twenty. That 
would keep her under for an hour. More than I needed..

I put my cotton gloves on again and looked out of the window. No-one. I 
switched the light off and allowed my eyes to get accustomed to the darkness. 
No streetlights in this road...just a pool of light at each end. Curtains all drawn, 
and no-one about.

I picked her up, and let us out, carrying her to the car, very quickly. No-one!

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She was still out cold ten minutes later when I lifted her from the front seat of 
the car and into her prison. My hand slipped nicely into her arsecrack as I 
carried her, and I couldn't resist pressing my face down against her breasts, 
under her frock. Lovely! I could hardly wait. I laid her down on the floor, and 
got to work stripping her.

I found it easier to cut the dress off her, ripping it from the bosom downwards 
to the hem, and pulling it from under her. Ditto her bra as she lay there. If it 
had been in silk or satin, I would have preserved it...but it was the sort of lace 
that looks good, but is rough to the touch, so I put my blade between her 
cleavage, and cut it through. Chucked it on the heap of her dress.  I knelt over 
her belly and felt her tits, pressing and kneading them. I was hard again, but 
kept my cock inside for a bit. She had a tight satin waist-shift, and this was 
worth keeping, so I pulled it down, as she lay spreadeagled on the floor. I 
recognised the shiny satin. A week or two before, when I'd been prospecting 
round her house, I' slipped it on , lain on her bed, and wanked , to enjoy the 
slippery feel. 

Now she was naked, unconscious, helpless, and fully-open on the floor in front 
of me.

I picked her up and threw her on the bed. I'd selected a double bed . For 
obvious reasons.

She hadn't a great deal of hair on her cunt lips, and almost none in her arse. 
The lightest fuzz there. But I preferred none, and while she was out, this was 
an opportunity to get her as I liked it.

I laid her over on her back, and opened her legs. I stretched her cunt lips open, 
and will never forget how lovely her shiny little nub looked, standing proud 
from the pink, silky flesh. 

Kneeling on the bed in front of her, I concentrated my entire attention on her 
mound and cuntlips. I held one lip open with my left hand while I carefully 
trimmed the longer hair of her mound with nail scissors. Snip. Snip! Her hair 
was surprisingly straight....not curly like those few boys and girls I'd had in my 
short sexual life. Must be a bit of Asian in there somewhere, I thought. 
Figures,  with her lovely, shining dark hair. I snipped away. The hair on her 
cunt lips was so short and fine it wasn't worth cutting. Her mound looked a bit 
of a threadbare mess when I had done.

Never mind. I got a mug of very hot water from the sink, and the foam-shaving 
cream I'd left there ready for this. I washed her cunt thoroughly, and then 
spread the foam. First the mound. I ran the razor over, and as it clogged with 
the dark hair, rinsed the razor. The first pass had taken off most of it....but I 
wanted all! I spread some more foam, and now pulled the cunt lips closed to 
shave the outside. The fuzz was very light, and they came up completely 
smooth with the first pass. I bent her legs up over her shoulders to reveal her 
anus, and again it was very easy to remove the lightest of fluff. I paused, and 
couldn't resist licking, just once, from her anus right up to her clit. She tasted 
of menthol! So I completed my work on her mound.This time I succeeded, and 
couldn't see the slightest hair over the whole of the front of her cunt.

And now the best bit. I turned her on her side a bit, at least from the waist 
down, and held her legs open, so her anus was available. Some foam, worked 
in with my eager fingers. Careful not to get it up into her bottom. Didn't want 
to spoil it for my tongue later! I stretched the skin as I shaved the fluff from 
the end of her arse-cleavage, and because it was fun, quickly passed the razor 
over her tight-stretched cunt lips again.

My cock was outrageously hard. I slipped out of my clothes, and stood naked 
by the bed.
                                               
She lay there unconscious still I pulled her to the edge of the bed, so her loose 
and floppy legs hung over the side. I held her clit between thumb and 
forefinger, and was about to wipe away the residue of shaving foam.

. But my cock was just too demanding, and after all there was a lot to be said 
for having a naked and unconscious girl laid out for one's pleasure. I'd 
probably have a few problems with her until she was really broken in. So 
might as well have a fuck now, while it's easy. Still holding her clit with my 
right hand, I guided my cock into her cunt. Through habit, I wanked her clit 
while I slowly fucked her, long, slow strokes.

As I got more excited, I dropped her clit, and lay down on top of her, my full 
weight crushing her tits. It didn't take much of this, and I came while I was 
feeling the flesh of her hips and pressing my mouth to hers.

Now a hot flannel, and a towel. I wiped her down, dried her, and then oiled her 
cunt and thighs, very lightly, but enough to make them gleam. I had intended 
to shag her arse next, but her smooth and glossy cunt looked so inviting that I 
had that a third time. This time I bent her legs back, and this opened her cunt 
nicely for me.

My knob slipped in as easily as before, and I rested it there while I got to know 
her tits. I had one in each hand, and was testing the firmness, the smooth 
softness of her skin, and managing to get her nipples to harden. I wondered 
what her dreams were like. Do unconscious girls dream? I hoped so. This was 
a longer fuck, of course, and I needed the impetus of a finger up in her bum, 
and my lips on her tits to bring myself off. My balls must be nearly empty, I 
thought, as I climbed off.

I looked at the clock. Ah! She'd be coming round in a few minutes. Time to 
prepare her. I'd decided it would be best if she were restrained, and 
blindfolded when she awoke. Start off in the correct frame of mind. A 
subservient sex-slave.

I lifted her over to her bed...the big bed would be for fucking on only.....and 
secured her wrists to the bed-head, her ankles to the underneath of the frame. 
Now a blindfold. And yes, she was just beginning to stir.

I watched, fascinated, as she came round. The sudden awareness of her 
bondage...trying wrists and ankles, shaking head under the blindfold. 'Where 
am I? Is anyone.....oh!'  I assume this a sudden memory of her capture and 
rape an hour or so ago.

I was enjoying this! Completely silent, I stood over her and grasped her bare 
cunt in one hand, allowing my finger to slip an inch or so up into her cunt.

'No. Please. Don't. Is that you , Jules?'

And reply there was none, except for me grasping one tit in each hand, and 
squeezing. God, she was beautiful. And all mine! I clambered on top of her 
face, and lowered my arsehole over her face and blindfold...taking care to keep 
away from her ungagged mouth. She wriggled to avoid my weight, but 
couldn't.

'You're stifling me. Get off. Please..'

I continued to rub my buttocks into her face while feeling tits, belly, thighs, 
cunt.  My cock waved in front of me.

I got off. I could hear her sigh. This wouldn't do! I picked up my whip and 
gave a sudden lash across her upper thigh. She screamed.

'Yes. It is me. Now listen. First some rules. One....you do not speak, ever, 
unless spoken to. Two...you will obey me in all things. Three...the punishment 
for any infringement is this, and a lot of it.' I thrashed her again across the 
thighs. 'A lot of it....and on rather more tender parts than that taster.' I felt her 
tits again, and the inside of her cuntlips, to make the point clear. 

'Understood? Understood? Answer, bitch!' I lashed .

'Yes.'

'Louder!' I lashed her again.

'Yes! Yes!'

'Better.' Now I can let you have a look at your new quarters. I untied the 
blindfold...and enjoyed her wide, terror-stricken eyes as the desperately looked 
round the room.

This rather pleasant bed-sit is your new home. There is no point in trying to get 
out. I bought this house because it had a nuclear shelter in the cellars. Very 
deep. Steel and concrete six foot thick. Sound-proof. And the door is 
electronic, plus this key. So the key is no use to you by itself.

'What have you done....you've shaved me. Bastard.'

'And you will keep it shaved. Once a day, after your morning shower. So it is 
always smooth and open for me.'

I lashed her. several times. Till my arm ached in fact. As she screamed I 
reminded her. 'Rule one. You do not speak unless spoken to.' She was silent. 
'Now, my little sex-slave. I'm going to have your arse, for a change.'

I released her feet. As soon as her wrists were free, she flew at me...all fists 
and finger-nails. But I am very big, and I held both her wrists in one hand, 
effectively immobilising her.
'I'm going to have to tie you up again if you're going to misbehave. Now, I 
don't mind at all. In fact I really enjoy tying you up...'

It was a coarse but supple rope I used to tie her hands behind her back . Now I 
bent her over and passed a rope under her, underneath her breasts, round her 
waist, and between her legs.  I tied it tight, so the harsh cord bit into her cunt. I 
tipped her off the bed and onto the floor, tying the rope off to the bed head of 
the double bed. Her legs I just tied with rope, in case I needed to tie them 
together. At the moment, I preferred them open. She was wincing with the 
pain of the ropes around her arms, and probably the soreness of her clit. I 
pulled her arse cheeks apart, fingering her arsehole, under the ropes. She had a 
beautiful arse, rounded, firm, wholly feminine. I like boyish bums too, it must 
be admitted!

If I was going to bugger her I'd have to change the bondage. So I released the 
rope round her waist, leaving her kneeling, but secured only by hands and arms 
behind her back. Her face and tits were pressed into the floor.

I knelt behind her, and reached under her, grasping her cunt and pulling her 
back onto my hard ccock. The other hand reaching up, under to pull her onto 
me, using a tit as a lever. 

'Please, no....'

I slapped her hard across the buttocks. 'Rule one! I slapped her again.'

I moistened my cock with saliva, and pressed it up against her rim. She was 
tight shut. I licked a finger, and inserted it, working it in and out and round in a 
rotating movement. She was loosening. I wet my prick again, and this time I 
could force it right up. I rested it a second, and looked down at the shaven cunt 
lips, and the rim of her anus gripping my cock.

'Here we go, you lovely little slave.' I was quite cruel, crashing it in and out, 
smashing my thighs against her buttocks, reaching under her and grasping tits, 
twisting and bruising them. She was sobbing now, and her distress increased 
my excitement. I was trying to hold back, but couldn't, and felt my orgasm 
growing, growing, until with a cry of pleasure I came, and pumped my spunk 
up into her.

'There, my dear. That's your cunt twice....yes I fucked you while you were 
unconscious too, and your arse once. A good start.. Now I'm going to leave 
you. But, because you've been a good girl, I'll release you.'

I let myself out. In the next room, watching on the closed-circuit tv, I saw her 
shower, and then lay on the little bed, tears running down her face. About ten 
minutes and she got up, poking around the room. She found the remote for the 
huge-screened tv. She started it. It was a porn video of two girls sucking each 
other. She changed the channel. Two men...one buggering the other. Change 
again...a standard man-woman playing. She tried to switch it off. It wouldn't 
of course! In fact she'd have to watch this porn for at least two hours before it 
switched itself off. And the set was programmed to come on for a couple of 
hours in twenty four, whatever. Yes. She'd see plenty of porn while a prisoner 
here!

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I left her the rest of the day. The next morning, about eleven, I watched her 
hunting round the room. Looking for clothes, I guessed. Good.

I switched the tannoy. 'Have you shaved for me? If not...then you've still got 
twenty minutes.'

I watched her sit on a stool in front of the mirror, and make a splendid job of 
shaving her cunt....it can't have grown much, but I do enjoy them completely 
smooth. One day, I decide, I must have one naturally bare!

I entered the room. 'May I speak?' 

'This once'

'Please can I have some clothes, Jules. And I'm sorry for what I did.'

'Clothes? Yes, I think we could manage that. Though most of yours were 
ruined yesterday. Now what will you do for me to earn those clothes?'

'Anything. I feel aweful naked.'

'Anything? Well my needs are simple. Suck me off, properly, mind you, and 
we'll see what we can do.'

I had her kneel in front of me, and a took a handfull of her glossy black hair to 
pull her onto my cock. I got a distinct impression she hadn't done this often 
before, as she gagged when I stuck it into her mouth.....though it must be said, 
I'm a bit broad and long for this game. Which is why a sex slave is more 
useful than a more conventional partner.

'Hands round the back. feel my arse as you gobble me. Ah! That's pretty good. 
Yes, like that, with your tongue. The better you do it the sooner I'll come. Shit 
you've lovely tits...show them to me. Hold them for me.  Yes, one hand on 
your tits. Now wank your clit with the other. Get on with it...I want to see you 
wank your clit while you suck me. ' I was shagging her mouth now, and the 
warm wetness, the suction of her cheeks, was bringing me close. I reached 
down, and grabbed one tit, twisting it hard, as I pulled her head onto my cock, 
fully down her throat. I was coming. She gagged, but I kept shagging, and 
most of my load must have trickled down her throat. I was still in her, and 
some cum dribbled from her lips. I withdrew, and wiped my prick in her hair.

'Not Bad. You'll get better.' I went to a locked drawer and opened it. 'Here 
they are, your reward.' I threw them onto the bed.

'I can't! I couldn't! That's not what I meant. It's not fair....'

'Rule one. And the sooner you learn you're just a sex object, the better for you. 
As it is , you've just earned punishment.

What she couldn't wear was leather, satin, chains. Splendid fetish gear, 
selected especially for her. She would wear them! And in the meantime I'd 
have a bit more amusement.'

I gagged her, as this time I was really going to teach her a lesson, and strung 
her up.

She closed her eyes, in despair. God she was a picture, so white and helpless. 
And those lovely tits. I placed my black whip on them, pressing it into the firm 
flesh. I had meant to whip her tits...but they were so good, I didn't want to 
spoil them, for the fuck I was building to. No, it would have to be her 
arse...and perhaps her thighs.

She wriggled delightfully trying to avoid the hunting crop as it descended 
again and again on the white , round bottom, rapidly taking on a pink hue.

I took the gag off. 'Well. Going to put them on? Or do you want some more. 
Thighs and cunt next?'

'I'll put them on...'

And I fixed the chains and gag, before picking her up and throwing her on the 
double bed. 
I lay her on her side, and pressed up behind her, seeking out her cunt with my 
cock. Odd! She wasn't altogether dry. perhaps the bondage and whipping was 
beginning to do something for her. At all events, I was in her easily, and 
because she had started lubricating, felt it was worth putting in a little work on 
her clit. It would be so amusing if this girl could be converted into a willing 
slave. And she did seem to be getting something. panting through the gag, her 
eyes closed, she was not withdrawing from me. In fact, if anything, her arse 
was moving back and forth to the measure of my cock. Her clit was hard, and 
her lips were plumping, quite moist. I reached under her for a tit, and held that 
as we collapsed onto our sides together. She was coming! I worked harder at 
her clit and the equally hard nipple, that I was twisting and pulling. As she 
came, so I pumped into her.

I withdrew and laughed. 'Well, well! A willing little sex slave. What have you 
got to say for yourself now.'

'I'm so ashamed. She was sobbing again.

'Couldn't help yourself? Well, now we'll see how you like it in the arse! Kneel 
for me'

Doggy-style, even down to the dog-chain, I shagged her sweet, round arse. The 
way was more open than the day before, and although she didn't come, there 
was little protest. To tell 
the truth I prefer nylons to latex or rubber, but that is traditional, after all, and 
it seemed to work on this sex-slave.  I love bums, and my orgasm was even 
fiercer as my thighs crashed into her white bum.


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I'm a fickle man, and it took me only three weeks to start to get fed up with 
this one. First, she was even beginning to tolerate, perhaps enjoy being a slave. 
Second, I could only get it up twice a day. I knew with a new one I could 
manage four, five, six fucks. So I was wasting time. And finally, I really had 
the hots for a petite chinese or vietnamese girl at the perfume counter. I wanted 
her.

I considered having both at once. Too risky! However tempting. So this one 
would have to go. I knew how to do it...first buy a speedboat.

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As you know, I disposed of her. I had not yer quite decided how to capture the 
young asian, but was working on it.

I had just managed to acquire an impression of Mary Sung's front door yale 
key, and was ready to do the final planning. I was in a very good mood as I 
drove home from the store in which she worked. Yes. A few days making sure 
of the plan, and I'd be having her! I was humming, the car warm in its pool of 
light in the early evening.

When fate took a hand. A young blonde girl, standing by her car. Breakdown. 
She was a looker. Bright red sweater. By god, if those tits were real! Short 
mini skirt. Good legs too, and a pert little butt. I stopped beside her and wound 
down the off-side window.

'Can I help, Miss?'

'I'm broken down. You haven't got a mobile phone have you?'

I had, but wasn't admitting that yet! 'Sorry! Your best bet is Durton...it's only 
a couple of miles down the road, and the garage will still be open.' I looked at 
my watch. At least for half an hour.' Silence, while she digested this.

'Look, I'm going through Durton. Would you like a lift. It really is your best 
bet.'

She looked at me doubtfully. But what else could she do. As she moved 
towards the car, I leaned over and opened the door. She  got in.

'Thanks. I don't know what I'd have done.' As I drove off, I looked at her out 
of the side of my eyes. She was a little cracker. In profile, her tits were 
impressive. If only they were real. How old was she?

'Shouldn't think you've had your licence long, miss?'

'My dad bought me lessons on my birthday. I got through first time.'

Barely seventeen!  Or not yet barely! I was beginning to decide. I looked at her 
legs. Yes! I would have her, even if it meant delaying Mary Sung!

'Blast!'

'What's the matter?'

'I forgot my medication. I'm supposed to take it every three hours...and I 
forgot. Look, could you reach me that biscuit tin. On the floor in front of you.' 
I started to slow down as she picked it up. I stopped and opened it.

'Smells like a hospital!'

'Yes. Won't take a second.'

I held the pad, and with a sudden lunge was on top of her, holding her down 
with my body weight, and pressing the chloroform into her face. She struggled 
for the count of two, and relaxed unconscious while I counted silently to 
twenty. I could feel her tits against my shirt, and her legs, opened slightly, with 
my knee between them. No cars passed!

I had to know! I pulled the sweater from her skirt top, and infiltrated a hand up 
over her belly button, to her tits. There was no padding in the smooth bra. She 
was genuine. God! This was a find. I was tempted to feel up her lovely legs, 
and test her honey-pot....but prudence was best. I'd been lucky there had been 
no traffic. Best to get home.

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I'd enjoyed stripping off her sweater and skirt, but had left her in her undies 
for the moment.  In fact I'd added a pair of white silk elbow-length gloves and 
improved on her shoes...a pair I'd saved from my earlier visitor! I reckoned I 
still had about ten minutes, which I needed because she was a dead weight as I 
lifted her. A fireman's lift, which made me very aware of the firmness of her 
body, and especially of her tits as I raised her up to the cross. It was easy after I 
had fastened one wrist to my St Andrew's cross. Then the other one. I was 
rationing myself, and withstood the temptation to feel her up as I fastened her 
ankles to the foot of the cross. She was still out cold when I finished rigging 
up the strong spotlights that would add so much to my pleasure in her body.
                                                                              
I watched carefully to catch the moment of horror when she came round to 
realise her desperate predicament. My cock was standing in anticipation,,,as it 
always does with a bound, beautiful girl.

I wasn't disappointed. I held my face close to her's and whispered. 'Welcome 
to Heaven. My Heaven. Your Hell', and treated myself to a feel of her body. I 
have a fetish for shiny underwear, and it was a delight to feel her ripe tits 
through the white satin, her flat belly...almost hard under the white suspender 
belt, and down to her crotch, which I squeezed in my open hand. I was tempted 
to blindfold her...but I wanted to watch her face as I stripped her.

The knife was a long kitchen knife, fearfully sharp. I slid it up against her 
flinching belly, caught the fabric of her bra, and with an upward sweep ripped 
it all the way up the front. The tatters hung beside her full, round tits. These I 
squeezed, then sucked, and finally bit, pressing my nose into the firm flesh.

I allowed her nipple to press up into my eye...it was not yet hard enough, but 
there was no complaint from me about the shape of her tits, or their firmness. I 
pressed my cheek against her bosom, and squeezed a tit once more.

'Pity about the gag....but I imagine you'd be complaining. Now if I believed I 
would hear moans of pleasure, that'd be different. ' I looked her in the face, 
holding her chin in my fist. I could see the despair in her eyes. 'No, I thought 
not. I'll leave you gagged for a bit.
 But what about this?' I again grasped her mound, holding her whole cunt in 
my huge fist. It was plump under the hard, shiny satin. I stepped away to 
admire her.

I had several whips to hand and ready. I would start with the black cat-o-nine-
tails. This would sting without marking her flesh at all. I swung it, and 
watched it spread across her pert breasts. I laughed, and swung it again, across 
her naked thighs this time. I stopped and felt her flesh, above the stocking 
tops. Firm. Soft skinned. 

Now the knife again. She flinched as the cold steel touched her warm skin. I 
slipped it under a suspender strap and with a jerk cut it. Then the back strap. 
Now twice to the other legs. The stockings were hold-up, and her plump thighs 
supprted them although her suspenders were in tatters of white nylon. I slipped 
the knife down one lacy top, and ripped it outwards. The stocking fell down 
towards her knee. Now the other one, with the same result.

I stepped back and slashed her with the whip across the bottom of her thighs, 
just above the knee. She flinched, but there was only the slightest pinkening of 
her blonde's skin. 

'Now for the main treat!' I slipped the knife up into the leg of her tight satin 
panties, across the top of her mound, and out at the side of the other leg. With 
a sudden jerk, I ripped the panties apart, and the crotch fell open to show the 
most delightful hairless cunt. The knife 
again, up the front of her panties, against the flesh of her belly. Another jerk 
and panties and suspender belt were both totally destroyed, hanging in tatters, 
and then falling to join the ruin of her stocking. Now I could see her cunt, her 
mound, her belly. 

Her cunt hair was sparse, and darker than her blonde curls. 

'I wonder....' I felt down into her cunt lips. 'Dry. Dry as an old woman's. But 
never mind.' I took a dollop of cold cream and annointed her crack before 
penetrating her with my finger. I searched around in her. 'So someone's been 
here before. Or a candle. Or horse-riding. I'll investigate that later. For the 
moment, it's good to know that it won't be messy. Because I'm going to fuck 
you....'

I confined my whipping to two slashes with the cat, up and into her cunt lips, 
splayed open by the cross-frame.

I pressed myself against her body, naked now, before releasing first her wrists, 
and then her thighs and feet.

'You are going to be fucked. But if you're good it won't be worse than that. 
Now strip off those tatters and lay on the bed. Quiet!'

She was still snivelling as she lay down on the bed, her hand over her cunt, 
and another arm across her tits. I took no notice of this as I knelt and shoved 
my cock brutally into her cunt. I pulled her legs up for maximum penetration, 
and leaned hard on her tits while I fucked her. Her face was turned away from 
me, focussed on the bedclothes to avoid my eyes. I was enjoying this, and 
slowed down so as not to come tooo soon. I was squeezing her tits...too hard 
for her pleasure, but not hard enough for mine. Yes, this was a happy accident, 
meeting her just as I had a vacancy in my 'collection'! I was slapping her tits 
now, with both hands, as I fucked her. This was good. Too good! And I felt 
myself coming, the biggest since my first one with my first captive weeks 
before. I slammed it into her as I shot into her. And immediately withdrew. 
Still hard.

'Now get yourself into these'. I threw a handful of black lingerie at her, basque 
and things. She lay there snivelling. I raeched for the riding-crop and slashed 
her across the tits. 'I said get into them!', and slashed her again. Slowly she put 
on the lingerie, and then lay there, still snivelling.

'Stockings and shoes too.'

I changed her cloth gag for a more professional model, black rubber with a 
blue mouthpiece. She used the opportunity to beg and implore me most 
charmingly...but in vain of course. She struggled surprisingly little. But then, I 
am quite imposingly large, strong and masterful!

And didn't I enjoy tying her wrists together, and then her ankles to her wrists, 
till she lay on her back in the traditional 'hogtied' position. She kept falling 
over sideways, which obscured her lovely naked cunt, so I dropped a line from 
the ring in the ceiling, and secured the whole to that. 

I couldn't resist a few slashes across that open and naked bottom, using first 
my cat, and then the long, whippy riding-crop. This, I fear , left a few bright 
crimson weals across her thighs. But these would be temporary, judging by my 
earlier experiments with the brunette. I used her open-spread position to grease 
her arsehole up....I would need that later...and to penetrate her anus with a 
probing index finger. Lord, how she wriggled as I loosened her up.

'Now. Don't go away. I'm going to get a drink.'

'I left her there , immobilised, for about quarter of an hour. My cock was still 
feeling well-alive when I returned.

Needless to say she hadn't moved much.

I used her open position to whip her, gently and more for the ritual value than 
to inflict real pain. Though, I expect the pieces of thin leather that caught her 
cuntlips stung her up a bit.
I removed her gag.

'Please. Please....I need to go to the toilet.'

'Of course! This?' I stuck a finger into her well-vaselined bottom. 'Or this?' I 
nipped her clit between thumb and forefinger. She wanted a pee.

I undid her bonds and watched her stretch cramped limbs, before making a 
dash towards the loo. There was no door....so I had the pleasure of humiliating 
her still further by watching her as she squatted and let loose a stream (I had 
favoured the french 'hole-in-the-ground' model when I had built my prison. 

'Now, sweetie, a shower' Roughly I pushed her to the shower cubicle where 
the handcuffs were ready. I clipped her to them. And stood back to admire her 
in her black basque.

Now that is really rather appetising.' I was pressing myself up against her 
bottom, and feeling her tits. 'Much as I enjoy satin-covered flesh.....just now, 
naked I think....' I pulled the front down, and both tits popped out.

'Please, sir....'

I stepped back. My cock was almost painfully hard, and the sight of those 
matchless, firm, young tits was doing nothing to help this. I pulled my t-shirt 
off, and let my trousers drop. I stepped out and kicked off my shoes. Back 
again to her full body, my cock in the crack of her buttocks, one tit in each 
hand, biting her neck as I fondled, rubbed and squeezed. She was making 
sobbing noises. Inarticulate. Shell-shocked.

'Sexy as these are...they'll have to come off. I pulled her high heeled shoes off  
and threw them out of the shower. Her stockings, well, in my haste, I laddered 
them, and they were unusable by the time I had her legs naked. Now the 
basque. It was velcro fitted, and I ripped it down the back leaving her stark 
naked again.

I turned the water on...warm...and stood back watching her. She seemed 
almost happy as the hot water washed away the cramps, the spunk, and the 
shame.

'I think I'll join you in there!' This soon changed the look on her face, as I 
soaped her body. Tits, belly, back, bottom...tits again. My hands slid over her 
like satin, and the nipples actually hardened under my palm. Perhaps we were 
getting somewhere? I soaped her cunt...and this brought a small protest, 
silenced by the flat of my hand across her soapy buttocks, and a reprimand .

Her arse was still vaselined, and the crease was soapy as I ran my finger up 
and down it. I returned to my favourite position, Hands on her tits, my cock in 
the crease of her arse. But this time I pushed, and gained an inch. Yes, the 
whole of my knob up her tight little bum.

'No! Not that! No! It hurts!'

My only response was to grasp her tits even tighter, and thrust in. In it went, 
slipping right in till my belly was up against her lovely arse. She was sobbing. 
I thrust hard in and out. The sobs increased. I gripped her tits harder, and was 
muttering obscenities in her ear as I fucked her arsehole, sure she was a virgin 
in this opening , at least. I unsnapped the handcuffs, and twisted her wrists 
behind her ankles before re-fastening them. She was bent double in the very 
best position for buggering!  The thought was exciting, and I felt my pleasure 
rising, arriving. Her sobs increased as I pumped my jism up into her.  A pause, 
and I withdrew.

'Didn't like that?' I was still embracing her.

'Please, sir. No. Not like that....'

'I shall always have you like that unless you ask me not too. Would you like to 
know how to ask me not to?'

She nodded.

'Say, after me, 'Please sir...'

'Please sir...'

'Fuck me in the cunt...'

Silence.

'I said, say Please sir fuck me in the cunt.' I stuck my thumb right up into her 
arsehole.

'Oh! Please sir, fuck me in the cunt...'

'Again!'

'Please sir fuck me in the cunt...'

'Good. Alternatively. Please sir, let me suck you off...'

'Please sir, let me suck you off.'

I laughed. 'You're learning. But when you say it you must mean it or else I'll 
just do what I want. You'll have to convince me you really want it.' I was 
drying myself off. The hot water was still streaming over her , and I leaned in 
and switched it to cold. She screamed...more than she had while I buggered 
her. I laughed, and dressed while the cold water ran down over her warm flesh. 
Finally I unlocked the handcuffs and left her.

'There's a drawer full of clothes. All lingerie. And you'll find the food and 
telly.'

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After a bite to eat I watched her as she got used to her new quarters. She had 
put on the telly, and then, unsuccessfully of course, tried to switch it off when 
she found the choice of programmes was to say the least limited. She left the 
lesbian epic running, I noted. A nibble or two from the fridge. And then some 
clothes . Again the choice was limited. But she certainly looked lovely in the 
simple white she chose.

I was getting hard just watching her. Time for more action!

I entered her room silently, and caught a momentary gentle, pensive look on 
her face as she seemed to be caressing her thigh ...or perhaps her cunt through 
the filmy light pink nylon of her transparant panties. This look was replaced by 
a stiffening of the face muscles, and a look of fear in her eyes as she realised I 
was back, and locking the door behind me. I went over to her, my cock waving 
in front of me.

'I hope you've not washed all that oil out of your arse, sweetie. Because I'm 
going to have you again.' I sat beside her, and grasped her breast , feeling it 
through the filmy white lace and nylon that so enhanced it. My other hand 
reached down over her belly, and felt her belly through her panties. Lovely! I 
forced it down the front...the pants were so fine you could see my hand 
through them. Then down between her thighs. I gripped a thigh, and squeezed 
her tit. 'Yes, sweetie. In your lovely tight arse...'

She must have remembered her lesson because , in a weak and faltering voice, 
'Please. Please let me suck you off this time.....'

'Are you sure your mouth is big enough for this. ' I removed my hand from her 
cunt, and put her hand on my cock. 'Because if your teeth so much as touch it, 
you'll be in for a whipping, at least a whipping....'

'Please. I'll be so careful. And so good. And I'll swallow, please. I do so want 
it....'

My guess is that she wanted anything rather than a huge cock up her arse 
again. But this was a good start. I unclipped her bra, and treated myself to a 
nibble at her nipples. Then I forced her face down onto my cock.

She held my cock , and tentatively ran her tongue round the knob and then 
down the shaft.

I was feeling her tits, her belly, and her cunt, either through the panties, or 
down into them. Her nipples went hard for me...but her cunt stayed dry. She 
was not aroused! But who cared? Her mouth was doing its job well, and she 
was simulating excitement as she gobbled on my cock. I guessed she was 
trying to get me to come as fast as possible. Which was ok with me. At all 
events, she was taking me right into her throat, nibbling with her lips on the 
shaft, and sucking hard when I was deep in her. She tickled my balls, and was 
masturbating me with a tiny, soft hand all the while. I let myself go, without 
any attempt to delay. And, yes, she did swallow every drop of my cum. 
Though There may not have been much since I'd had her a few times already 
that first day.

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She was docile and a compliant sex-slave for the next three or four weeks. I 
had her mouth, cunt, arse, even her tits and the crease of her arse the days she 
had her period. I whipped her and spanked her a lot. But no way could I arouse 
her. Her cunt stayed as dry as her arse or tits. Nonetheless it was a good time 
for me. My heaven...her hell. As I'd promised her.

Finally she wasn't exciting me any more. The last day with her I'd tried 
everything. Even to putting on her panties and stockings . But I stayed limp.  I 
managed to get a sort of erection by tying her and whipping her arse soundly, 
and had managed to get it into her arse. But it was only when I cast my mind 
back to the little asian girl I'd postponed, that I got the energy to come in her.

'We're going to the seaside,'  I said......

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I called in at Boots that afternoon, and bought a tiny bottle of perfume from the 
little sweetie. She looked lovely in the tight uniform, I thought. And she, as 
usual, was pleasant and cheerful. I was decided now. She was next!

I knew I had at least a couple of hours when I let myself into her flat using the 
stolen latch-key. Her suitcases were in a storeroom behind the kitchenette, and 
I filled a couple of them, one with dresses and shoes, and the other one with 
her lingerie. I truly regretted she was too petite for me to try on any of her 
pretties. Even her stockings were obviously too small. Never mind! There 
were other pleasures in store.  I set up my hidy-hole, behind the long, velvet 
curtains, and settled down to wait for her to come home.

She was early...it was only just dark when I saw her trip , trip, trip, up the path, 
and a minute later heard her key in the door. I had made a peep-hole in the 
curtain, and watched her take off her coat, and go into the kitchen . Noises of 
crockery, and she came out again with a cup in her hand. I've always been a 
voyeur, and I was praying she'd strip out of her uniform for me. I wasn't 
disappointed.  She was clearly tired, and yawned as she pulled the blue smock-
dress up over her head....I watched her slim legs, pert little bottom, and then 
her pretty little tits in their black satin cups come into view. She stood by the 
settee with her back to me, and raising one leg at a time, unclipped her 
suspenders, kicked her shoes off, rolled down her stockings, and finally 
unclasped the suspender belt, pulling it up through the shiny black panties 
before throwing it to the floor with her discarded stockings and shoes.

She sat on the settee in her black bra and panties sipping her tea. I was hard, 
and had my cock out of the front of my trousers, feeling  and wanking.

I knew she would. She yawned, and started the final strip for me.  I watched as 
she unclasped her bra, and let it slip off her shoulders. As she sat, with her 
back facing me, I could see one of her breasts in profile. She was going to be a 
delight , this one. Firm. Shapely. Almost a teenager's figure. She got up from 
the sofa, and facing me, rmoved her tight satin panties. And here was an added 
pleasure. Her cunt was completely, delicately, thoroughly shaved. She stood 
there a moment, and lasughed at herself, before going over to the bed. She 
stretched, and lay down on the bed.

I watched for a moment, and considered going to the next phase. But she got 
up, and pulled some white, frilly lingerie from under the pillow. As she slipped 
it on, I could make out in the dim light of the bedside light, white baby doll 
top, and frilly knickers. She lay down again, and I could tell she was asleep in 
moments.

Over to the bed. The pad in my hand, leaning over her. One hand on that cute , 
round, asian bum to wake her. The sudden moment of recognition in her eyes 
before I placed the pad over her face, moved my hand to her bare waist, to 
hold her down, and in two seconds had her out. I held it there and counted to 
twenty. To keep her well out for an hour. I couldn't resist turning her over and 
slipping my hands first down into the loose pyjama top to confirm the 
shapeliness and firmness of her tits, and then down into her panties to feel the 
smoothness of her shaven mound and cunt lips. 

I wrapped her in sheets, and got her out to the car over my shoulder without 
anyone spying me.

I took my time with her once I got her home and unloaded. The bed was ready 
with new satin sheets, and coils of new, soft rope. I savoured the manipulation 
of her body that was need to get her first out of her panties, and then out of her 
lacy pyjama top. She was relaxed, of course, but I could feel the firmness of 
her body...even her flat belly...as I worked on her.

The roping I copied from a magazine I had open on the bed. The Japanese are 
real experts at this and I wanted her to look good, as well as being completely 
immobilised  and at my mercy. I also wanted her cunt and arse to be open and 
available to me. I found a good example in the book.

I had to continually turn her over and back again as I captured her tits in the 
ropes, accentuating their pointedness, and then bound her arms behind her 
back. I spread her legs and tied each ankle to a bed post. She lay there sleeping 
while I got to know her body...and especially her arsehole and lovely young 
cunt-lips. I couldn't resist, I must admit, licking round there...so beautifully 
white and hairless...as she knelt, spread and vulnerable.

I felt her stir. I knew she would come round quickly now. They all do! So I 
quickly gagged her and stood in front, where the first thing she would see was 
my eager cock.

There was fear in her eyes as she came round, struggling to move any one of 
her completely paralysed limbs. Then recognition....yes she knew me!

Quickly, before she had completely come round, I gagged her again. And now 
back to that delightful, hairless anus, to which I applied my lips. My tongue 
slipped in so easily and naturally.

My cock wouldn't wait, and I knelt behind her , spread her arsecheeks even 
wider, and slipped it into her arse, moistened by my tongue. I was so excited 
by now, that I only just managed to get in in before I started to come. It was 
over in seconds. My cock motionless, deep inside her, my thighs resting on her 
arse, I pumped the jism in in great hot spurts.

As usual with my first one with a new girl, I was still hard when I withdrew. 
My cock glistened, and pointed out at a forty-five degree angle. Time for some 
flagellation. That arse was really so inviting. I whipped her, not fiercely 
enough to mark  her, several times over her exposed anus, the black leather 
thongs slapping her smooth arse cheeks, and each time one or two thongs 
tickling up her anus. I stopped, and felt her tits, pressing my cock again up to 
her anus.

Suddenly it occurred to me that it would be good to whip her thighs, on the 
inside where the flesh was the softest and most sensitive. I left her hands 
bound behind her back, but adjusted the ropes round her legs so that she was 
spread . One ankle tied to the bed leg, and the other secured to the top of the 
headboard. In this position her inner thighs were readily available. A knotted 
rope passed between her legs, cutting up into her hairless crack, parting the 
golden lips. This was exciting, visually, in itself. But it would also serve to 
protect the clit and actual inner lips from the stinging if my whip. This was the 
suggestion of the very helpful magazine that explained the theory and practise 
of each bondage technique. 

I used the black leather cat-o-nine-tails again. I like this whip as I can put the 
full weight of my arm into the blows, but the leather thongs are soft enough 
merely to sting and irritate tender felsh, without breaking the skin, or even 
marking it much. She was completely open, though her actual clit and cunt lips 
were protected by the rope that divided her legs. I concentrated on whipping 
her on the white, soft insides of her thighs, and on the rounded arse-cheeks. 
She lay there with her eyes shut as I landed the occasional blow vertically, 
right along her cunt, the thongs stinging up her shaven mound and cunt-lips. 
The little tuft of black hair her shaver...I wondered if she shaved herself, or 
whether some lucky lover, boy or girl, had that pleasure...yes, this too had the 
occasional titillating as I went for her firm belly.

I was getting really excited now. It was time to fuck her. In the cunt this time!

I undid the rope which hid her cunt. As I worked on the knot with eager 
fingers, I noticed the rope was wet. Her cunt lips were wet, too. The rope came 
away. I ran my hand up her slit, open now to me. She was sopping. I 
penetrated her with my index finger. She was hot and wet. Her cunt contracted 
on my probing finger. She found bondage and flagellation arousing...despite 
the probable danger.

My finger still in her cunt, working at it, I loosened her gag.

She sighed. And spoke. ' That was lovely. Don't stop! I know you from the 
shop. I've often thought of you. And imagined what it would be like to be 
helpless in your power. Don't stop. I love being whipped. My boyfriends all do 
it! I've wanted you for so long. Fuck me, mister. Fuck me now!.'

'I will indeed. I've wanted you for months...and I decided I'd take you. Now 
I'll arrange you.'

I threw the coverlet on the floor, lifted her, and placed her on it. She and I both 
wanted her to be bound, so I tied her arms, legs and tits...leaving the cunt free 
this time. She moaned and writhed as I fingered her wide-open cunt, working 
her up to the brink of orgasm before I tore off my jeans, laid on top of her and 
humped her. She panted and writhed, her eyes closed, as I filled her cunt with 
my eager prick, and squeezed her well-whipped and swollen tits. I bit her 
nipples, and she came, while I fucked. Her orgasm died down, but still I 
fucked, long and slow. After a few minutes I felt her cunt loosen, and her belly 
moved beneath me. Again I took her breast in my mouth and sucked her nut-
hard nipple, squeezing her other tit with my free hand. 

She was coming again, and this time I let myself go.  As her cunt contracted on 
me, I speeded up, forcing in through the convulsing muscles. At the peak of 
her second climax I bit into her tit, and allowed the full load to spurt out into 
her. This time she screamed...in chinese I guess...and her eyes rolled. We came 
together.

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An hour later, over dinner in a restaurant...chinese of course!.....she agreed to 
move in with me.

'You must promise to treat me as your sex slave. You must rape me in my 
mouth, bottom and here too.' She guided my hand under the table to her 
thighs, and her warm cunt. Again hot and open. 'And whip me, tied to the 
table, or the bed. Let's get a whipping frame and some toys.' She giggled.

I had no trouble with these conditions! She looked as lovely dressed in her 
blue silk gown as she had naked.

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We are still together after two years.

 She doesn't work now, and we devote our lives to sex, and more sex. Often 
we get another man in to whip her while I fuck her, or to fuck her while I 
whip. And sometimes another girl...she loves to watch me whip and arsefuck a 
blonde, especially blondes! And I enjoy forcing them to suck her off while I 
whip both sweet bodies.

I've never told her about her two predecessors. And she has never asked how I 
would get out of a charge of kidnapping and rape if she hadn't agreed!.

                                                           FIN.







