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Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

My Choice
By
Norm DePloom

I 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