My Choice

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My Choice

Norm DePloom

stood as I’d been trained to stand; naked with my fingers laced behind my head, my shoulders back to accentuate my breasts and my legs spread to facilitate access to my cunt and ass. The man who I had been forced to call ‘Master’ for, I don’t know how long, had just given me a choice.

At first I thought it was just another cruel trick, that no matter what I answered I would end up being tortured, abused and fucked then put back into my ‘slave cell’ until he decided to play with me again. Then, as I watched his face I realized he was totally serious.

I remember the day I was ‘taken’. I don’t know how long ago that was, or how many thousands of times my body has been fucked by how many hundreds of deferent men. I remember walking down the same ally I always used as a short cut between my two favorite stores. I remember the cold metallic points forced against my bare midriff. I remember my body convulsing as I collapsed to the ground.

I did not loose consciousness, but could not gain control of my body to resist the man. A hood was pulled over my head, my hands were secured behind my back and I was ‘tumbled’ into the trunk of a car. I felt the needle stab on my arm then, a few minutes after the trunk lid slammed and the car was driven off, I blacked out.

When I came to I was naked, lying on a mattress on the concrete floor of a small featureless room I would later learn was my ‘slave cell’. My hands were still secured behind my back and in the dim light I could just make out a rope running from a ring in the wall and tied around my neck. I scooted towards the wall until I was setting up as far from the door as I could get.

I don’t know how long I was left there. I do know that it was long enough that I finally gave up and peed where I was sitting. I was hungry, thirsty and almost out of my mind when the door finally opened. A very bright flashlight was aimed at my face, blinding me so I could not make out the features of the person entering the room.

He crossed the room in two steps, grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet with incredible strength. He turned off the flashlight leaving me blinded in the dim light. I heard the flashlight hit the mattress then using one large hand on my neck to hold me pinned to the wall, he used his other hand to roughly feel every inch of my body paying special, and rough, attention to my breasts and my crotch.

“You’ve soiled yourself.” He said after his examination of my body ended. “You’ll have to be punished for that.” He released my neck, then kept me from collapsing back onto the mattress by grabbing another handful of my hair. Holding me up by my hair he, after untying the rope from around my neck, pulled me after himself as he left my cell. I must have been quite a comical site, bent over at the waist, my hands still tied behind my back, running trying to keep up with him, always on the verge of falling face first and being dragged by my hair to wherever it was he was taking me.

Through a basement, then up a flight of cement stairs into another windowless room I stumbled and ran following my tormentor. From then until now, however long that has been, my world has consisted of my cell, the basement, the flight of stairs and his windowless ‘playroom’ as he called it. I have not seen the sun, nor known what time it is since that day.

“The first thing you have got to learn,-“ he said as he untied my hands then, after retying them in the front, turned me to face a wooden post and hooked them on a hook above my head. “-is that nothing goes into or out of this body without my permission.”

I heard a whistle sound, a sound that I have since learned to dread, then felt for the first time the sting of his favorite switch hitting my skin. The first blow landed across my butt cheeks, the next one landed across the small of my back and the third across my thighs half way between my knees and my butt. The three blows came so fast I did not have time to try to avoid the later ones.

“Please,-“ I sobbed. “-no more.” The fourth blow landed on the side of my breast, the tip of the flexible switch bending around to hit my nipple. I had never felt anything that painful before in my life.

“Oh God.” I shrieked. “Please stop.” The next blow landed on my other breast/nipple. I shrieked and sobbed incoherently after that. He walked up and, grabbing my hair pulled my face up.

“The next lesson you have to learn is that you are not to speak unless given permission.” He unhooked my hands, then pushed me down onto my knees.

“I will give you a choice.” He stated as he ran the switch over my breasts and nipples. You can take my cock out of my pants and suck it like a good slave,-“ I involuntarily jerked when I heard myself being referred to as a slave. “-or you can go back up against the post while I deliver one hundred blows to your breasts with my switch.”

At that point nothing scared my worse then the idea of having my breasts beaten with that switch, so I unzipped his pants and, after pulling his hard cock free with my still tied hands opened my mouth and sucked him inside. After a minute or two he pushed me away from his cock.

“You must be the worst cocksucker in the world.” He snarled as I fell backward onto my butt with my legs flailing in the air. I got back up on my knees and cowered with my face just inches from the floor.

“Please, I’ve never done this before.” I begged. I heard the whistle, then felt the pain across my back.

“I told you not to speak unless given permission.” He pulled up a chair and sat in front of me. I was still on my knees face to the floor. “Please explain to me why you are such a piss-poor cocksucker, and address me as ‘Master’.”

“Yes…Master.” My voice came out in sobs. “Master…I’ve…never…sucked a…cock before.” I must explain that it was totally unexpected to my Master that I was not only inexperienced at cocksucking but was also a virgin. I used my sexuality to control the men around me, but it was all tease. I had been the prototypical cock teaser. There was a moment of silence after my announcement.

“Have you ever fucked before?” he asked.

“No.” The whistle, the pain across my back.

“What?” He asked me.

“No, Master.” I imagined my tormenter apologizing for treating me like this, and turning me loose now that he knew I was a virgin. Instead I heard the most evil laughter I’d ever heard.

“So,-“ He said as his laughter died down. “-I’ve got myself a nice little virgin cunt and ass to fuck.” He pulled my head up by my hair until I was looking straight into his face. “I’m going to love this.” He pulled me to my feet and after re-hanging me with my back to the post, massaged my breasts with a slight smile on his face.

“These,-“ He said as he pinched my nipples. “-are going to be sore when I’m done.” He turned from my breasts and picked up his implement of torture. It looked like the end of a fishing pole without the little round guides for the line. It even had a cork handle for him to grip as he wielded it.

Being able to see the blows coming did not help. No matter how much I tried to avoid the blows they always seemed to hit my breasts and especially my nipples. By the time he stopped my breasts were red, swollen and aching. He stepped up to where I was hanging and, dropping his whip, grabbed both of my breasts. He had taken off his trousers and His hard cock poked me just above my pubic hair as he mauled my sore aching tits.

When he was done with my breasts he hooked a hand under each of my legs and pulled them up until my knees were resting in the crock of his elbow, bending me almost in half. Holding me in that position he forced his cock into my open cunt.

I was amazed at how wet I had become. Despite it being my first time his huge hard cock slipped into my wet cunt almost without resistance. Hanging by my arms, I was being slammed back against the post with every thrust of his cock into my now well-opened cunt. This first fuck seemed to last for hours, my arms ached from carrying my whole weight, my back hurt from being slammed into the post. My breath came in ragged gasps. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his body stiffened as he ground his body against my spread open crotch and filled my cunt with his cum.

He held me against the post, his cock still buried in my dripping cunt for a few minutes before letting my legs fall. Then turning and walking away he left me hanging limply from my wrists. They say a person never forgets their first fuck, well that certainly is true for me, I’ll never forget that first fucking hanging from the post after my breasts had been severely beaten. I managed to get my feet back under me and relieve some of the pressure on my wrists. I could feel the heat from my abused breasts, and feel his cum oozing from my cunt down the insides of my thighs.

He came back a few minutes later with a camera and a cup of coffee. As he sipped the coffee he took pictures of me from every angle. Then, after putting the camera down on a table he came back over to where I was hanging from the post and again roughly massaged my aching tits while he calmly sipped coffee from his mug with his other hand.

Yes, I remember that first time, and now I’m being asked to make this decision. I looked over at the whipping post where I had been fucked the first time. I looked at the spot on the floor where later, after his cup of coffee he had fucked my ass for the first time.

After finishing his coffee, he took me down from the post and let me fall to the floor. I was barely aware of what he was doing as he untied my hands, then retied each hand to my ankle, left wrist to left ankle and right wrist to right ankle. When he was done, my face was pushed down against the floor, my ass was up in the air, and my legs were spread leaving my crotch open for his amusement.

I heard several whistling swishes of his weapon through the air before the first one hit my butt. I cried, screamed, sobbed and begged for mercy as blow after blow hit my lower back, butt and upper thighs. Then he changed positions standing with one leg on each side of my head, and rained his blows down directly on my ass hole and pussy. Wave after wave of white hot pain crashed over and through my body with each blow that landed on this, my most tender region.

Then, suddenly the blows stopped. I knew what was coming next, but tied as I was, I could do nothing to avoid it. Truthfully, as terrified as I was I would not have moved to avoid it if I had not been tied. I felt him kneel between my spread legs. I felt the tip of his hard cock push against my virgin ass hole. I felt myself begin to open. I felt pain like I’d never felt before. My ass hole, already throbbing from the beating he’d just given it, felt like it was being ripped apart by a telephone pole.

Deeper and deeper he slid into me. Stopping to pull it partway back out then slid more of it into my stretching virgin hole. Slowly, not to make it easier on me, but for his own enjoyment, he pushed more and more of his huge hard cock into my ass. I was crying almost hysterically by the time he had completely entered me.

Taking hold of my hips with his large powerful hands he began to move my ass on and off of his cock rocking my whole body with each slow stroke in and out. My ass hole began to adjust to the size of his hard cock and my sobbing diminished as the fucking continued.

Having cum once already during that session (I always think of them as ‘sessions’ or ‘episodes’ since I have no idea whether this happened in the dark of night or in bright daylight.) my first ass fuck seemed like it would go on forever. As I adjusted to the cock’s steady, powerful thrustings in and out of my stretched ass, I surprised myself by beginning to move in cooperation with his cock strokes.

To my own utter amazement I began to build toward an orgasm, only to have him bury his hard cock completely inside me and once again fill one of my orifices with his cum. Just like the first time he held himself buried deeply inside me for a few minutes after his cock stopped jerking and spewing cum. Then he pulled his cock out and, standing up, walked out of the room leaving me on the verge of an orgasm. As my orgasmic excitement diminished I pondered what significance my getting excited during an ass raping might have.

Between that first time and now I have discovered that I have a very ‘anal’ sexuality and cum much more often while being ass fucked than while being fucked the ‘normal’ way. Not that I’ve ever been fucked in anything even remotely resembling a ‘normal’ way.

I pulled my eyes from that spot on the floor. I looked to my right where on a table were my clothes, the same ones I had been wearing when I was ‘taken’. They were clean and neatly folded, just waiting for me to put them on if that was my choice. I looked to my left there, on a table was a brazier full of glowing coals. Sticking from the brazier was the handle of a branding iron. I had been shown the glowing initials on the other end. I could feel the heat from the coals, just as I had felt the heat from the branding iron when it was held for my inspection.

The heat from the glowing coals seemed no match for the heat that I had felt from my beaten breasts, butt, thighs, ass and cunt when he pushed and prodded me back down the stairs to my cell in the basement. Before putting me back into my cell, he stopped in the basement to fit me with a wide heavy leather collar, which he permanently riveted around my neck. Following the collar he riveted heavy leather cuffs onto my wrists and ankles.

Once in my cell he hooked one of my wrist cuffs to each side of my collar, then hooked a chain from my collar to the ring on the wall. Before he left he opened a door high on the opposite wall of the cell exposing a TV which he turned on before leaving and shutting the door. I slowly sank to a sitting position with my back leaning against the wall, then moved over a couple of feet when I realized my poor throbbing butt was sitting on the wet spot on the mattress I had left there earlier.

After a few minutes I tried lying on my side to relieve the pressure on my sore butt. As I lay there I think I must have watched every cocksucking scene from every porno movie ever made on that TV. My new Master obviously wanted me to know what I was doing the next time he ordered me to give him a blowjob. Then my Master must have decided I’d seen enough blowjobs and the tape changed. From then until he came for me again I got to watch my own beatings and rapings over and over.

After I’d watched myself being beaten and raped about a hundred times he came back. He unhooked the chain from my collar and, hooking a leash to it, led me out of my cell into the main part of the basement. With my wrists still attached to my collar I was forced to kneel and eat my meal from a plate on the floor. I was too hungry to worry about the humiliation of eating from the floor like a dog and downed the food as fast as I could get it into my mouth. After the meal I was allowed to slake my thirst from a bowl of water on the floor.

I was pulled to my feet, then walked over to a toilet against the wall. So far not a word had bee spoken by my master. I sat on the toilet and pissed, to relieved to worry about embarrassment. I was then walked over to the corner of the room and my hands were disconnected from my collar and reconnected to a ring on the wall over a drain in the floor. My Master then picked up a garden hose and, turning on the cold water full force, hosed me off with stinging cold water. He then left the room, leaving me to air dry.

Despite everything, my nipples had grown hard and crinkled in the cold water. Later, he came back and led me by my leash upstairs to the playroom. He pushed me to my knees and made me the same offer he had the time before. I pulled his cock from his pants, and used every trick and technique I had seen in the porno clips to satisfy him.

I looked at the spot right in front of where my Master was waiting for my decision, the spot where I had first sucked his cock. Everywhere I looked in the room there was a reminder of one of my ‘firsts’. The place where I was fucked by more than one man the first time. The place where I licked my first cunt. Right over there, that’s the spot where I knelt for hours on end when my Master made me suck one hundred cocks without a break.

Now I had to make a decision, the hardest decision of my life. I could put on my clothes and I would be released. Free to return to my life, take up where I had been before I was ‘taken’. Or, lay down on the floor, spread my legs and allow myself to be branded with my Master’s initials on my inner thighs just below my now well used and well trained cunt. If I decide to take the branding my Master assures me it will be the last decision I ever make.

I thought about all the experiences in this room. The experiences that had taught me to take my pain and transform it into the most marvelously exquisite pleasure. How could I possibly cum without my Master to whip me?

What a decision I have to make.

What would you do?

MyChoice