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The Witness

(Being part one of a continuing story of non-consensual sexual slavery.)

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

It was a perfect win-win solution to everyone's problems.  They got a hung jury for their friends and eliminated one of the primary witnesses and I got to live out all of my sickest, most antisocial fantasies with a beautiful young Asian woman.  I'm sure the DA wasn't happy about the results, but I'm not in charge  of keeping the DA happy.  The two teenaged Hmong gang members had shot, and killed a teenaged Pilipino gang member.  What's that to me?  The more these young punk gang members kill each other the better as far as I'm concerned, helps clean out the gene pool. 

 

Lynn, the one of the main witnesses for the prosecution was a sixteen-year-old Hmong slut.  My cock got hard and throbbed just watching her strut up to the witness stand.  I watched her grinning at her friends as she recounted the drive by shooting.  She was so totally full of herself, the kind of little slut-brat that looks right through a man like me as if we weren't there at all.  Unless they think we have money, that is.  I spent the entire time she was testifying day-dreaming about holding her down and forcing my hard cock into her tight Asian cunt.

 

Now, a couple of months later, the bitch was tied up and gagged in my trunk.  My cock was hard, achingly hard in anticipation of fucking the slut.  I pulled into my garage and closed the overhead door before opening the trunk and looking at the sweaty, disheveled girl who was looking up at me with terror filled eyes.  I could see no sign that she even recognized me as being one of the jurrers in the murder trial she had just, at least in her own eyes, starred in.  I smiled at her, then grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her from the car.  Unable to use her bound arms for balance, she stumbled and fell to the cold concrete floor.

 

"Get up slut," I said giving her a forceful shove with the toe of my boot.  It's not easy to get up when your arms are tied behind your back, try it sometime if you don't believe me.  As she struggled to her feet I noticed bruises beginning to show up on her face and arms.  Her tummy was bear where her blouse had come un-tucked and had worked its way almost up to her arm pits.  As soon as she was back on her feet I gave her a shove towards the door leading into the house.

 

"Move," I ordered giving her butt a push with my hand.  I'm sure she had thought that she was going to be murdered when the Hmong gang members grabbed her when she was on her way home from the mall the previous night.  Now I wondered if she was wishing that they had.  If not she soon would be.  It's amazing how helpless a person is when their arms are properly bound.  I'm not talking about just having her wrists tied, I'm talking about her arms being pulled back almost to the point of dislocating her shoulders and a strap wrapped tightly around them above the elbows.  She stumbled up the single step and through the door into my kitchen.  I moved her through the house to the double doorway between my living and dinning rooms then, standing behind her pressed the prongs of my personal defense 'zapper' to her side and pressed the button.  The coat of perspiration on her skin helped deliver a greater shock to the girl, she jerked violently twice then collapsed to the floor. 

 

I had already installed eyebolts in the floor and over head in the door jamb.  They were spaced to hold her securely in a spread eagle position.  While she was recovering consciousness I rolled her over onto her stomach then, after dragging her into position, I quickly attached thick nylon cuffs to her ankles.  After spreading her legs I attached the ring on each cuff to the short length of chain attached to the eyebolt in the floor.  I un-strapped Her arms, buckled nylon cuffs around each wrist then, lifting her off the floor, pulled her left arm up and attached the ring on the wrist cuff to the chain hanging from the top of the doorframe. 

 

As I reached for her right arm, she started trying to fight back, but several hours of having her arms strapped behind her back, and being brought to her knees by an one-hundred-seventy-five-thousand volt shock had taken most of the fight out of her; I had no trouble getting her right hand wrist strap attached to the chain hanging down from the doorframe.  One by one I adjusted the chains, pulling her legs further apart and her arms higher up and further apart.  There was enough room in the double doorframe for me to step between her spread-eagle body and the doorframe on both sides.  I moved around her, really looking at what she was wearing for the first time.  Lynn's white silk blouse had been dirtied and pulled out of her skirt by the kidnaping and by the ride in my trunk.  Her bare tummy trembled in fear as I moved around her.  Lynn's skirt was full enough that it still hung down to her knees in spite of her spread-eagle position. 

 

She tried to pull away, but the chains and cuffs held her tight as I lifted the front of her skirt.  I watched her face turn bright red as I looked at her panty and panty hose covered crotch.   She had long, straight black hair, as you would expect on an Asian, and I could just barely make out the dark shadow of her pubic hair through her panties and panty hose.  She was, as best she could with the chains holding her legs spread, shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other.  I realized that, mixed with the fear and humiliation, there was a look of desperation on Lynn's face.  She must, I thought with a smile, have great bladder control to have not let it go when I shocked her with the zapper.  That kind of muscle control boaded well for her being an excellent fuck. 

 

I fashioned a couple of towels into a diaper and tied them to her crotch with most of her skirt bunched up with it.  Once Lynn's diaper was in place I pulled my recliner around to face her, then sat down and watched.  I really enjoyed the misery and desperation on her face as she tried to hold her urine back.  I waited patiently for another fifteen minutes before the expression on her face changed to an interesting combination of relief and humiliation and a dark wet spot spread through the towels.  The center of her diaper sagged as it filled with liquid then, when it could hold no more, streams of the warm fluid flowed down her legs.  I left her hanging in the doorway, soaked from the waist down with her own urine, while I went into the kitchen and made a snack for myself.  When I came back she was, of course, still hanging spread eagle in the doorframe.  Untying the towels I removed her 'diaper'.

 

"What a filthy disgusting pig you are," I said holding her wet skirt up gingerly with my finger and thumb, "didn't your filthy pig parents teach you not to pee on yourself."  I dropped the skirt, "I'm going to have to punish you for this."  As she begged me with her fear filled eyes, I could hear her trying to talk around the gag.  I took the towels and, after putting them in the washing machine, returned with a pair of Gengher shears.  

 

"A filthy slut like you doesn't deserve such nice clothes," I said as I opened the shears and displayed the razor-sharp cutting blade to Lynn. 

 

"I guess you're just going to have to spend the rest of your life naked," I continued as I sliped the lower blade of the shears under her blouse and, with a slow steady motion, pushed them up toward her neck.  The material parted easily on the sharp edge of the blade.  The young bitch's body jerked, and she yelped through the gag, a couple of times when the sharp point of the blade dug into her.  As the blouse fell open, revealing her almost transperent bra, I noticed blood welling up on her skin where the shears had cut her.  I continued cutting and taring the blouse, ignoring her whimpers and body jerks when the point dug into her tender body, untill all but a few shreds of silky material, that remained hanging around her arms, laid in shreds at her feet.  One cut with the shears and the young whore's skirt joined the growing pile of ruined clothing on the floor. 

 

Lynn's nipples, and her large dark areola, were plainly visible through the thin stretchy material of her bra.  Clasping her right nipple with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand I pulled the stretchy material away from her breast then cut the material with the shears, leaving her nipple and areola protruding through a not quite round hole in her bra cup.  Another quick snip and both of her nipples stood out naked.  Setting the shears aside, I leaned over and, while squeezing and massaging one of her breasts with each hand, moved my mouth back and forth between her exposed nipples, licking sucking and biting each in turn. 

 

My cock was hard, and tired of being confined so I stopped sucking on Lynn's nipples and undressed while I admired the view.  The slut's eye's widened when I pulled down my trousers revealing my dick to her.  I could only assume that it was larger than the high school boys she was used to.  I stroked myself a couple of times while she watched, then picked up the shears and attacked her panty hose.  By the time I finished her nylons were nothing but scraps around her ankles, and several more small cuts, each oozing blood, adorned her body.  I made a clean cut up the outside of the left leg of Lynn's panties, then let them slip down her right leg to join what remained of her hose around her ankle.

 

"I want you to thoroughly and completely understand this," I said as I ran the point of the shears over her flawless light-brown skin, "I own you.  I will do whatever I want to you and nobody will stop me or rescue you."  Lynn's body slumped, and I heard a sob behind the gag.  Grabbing a handful of her fine, long, straight, black hair, I pulled her head up and looked into her eyes.  I opened the shears and placed the blades on each side of her left nipple.  "If I decide to cut off your nipple, or your nose, or your tongue, there's nothing you can do to stop me."  I removed the threatening shears from Lynn's nipple and, instead pinched it gently between my thumb and forefinger.  Then I moved my hands up her chest to her neck.

 

"If I decide to kill you, nobody will stop me," I told her as I pushed my thumbs against her windpipe, cutting off her air.  I contiued to watch with a great deal of interest as Lynn's face turned red and she began to flail against the chains in growing panic.  

 

"But you're not here to be killed," I assured her, easing the pressure on her trachea so she could suck air through her nose and the hole in her ball gag, "you're here to be fucked."  I released her neck and picked up the fiberglass rod.

 

"But, before we get to the fucking," I said as I ran the cream colored implement over glistening the skin of her breasts, "I want you to meet your new best friend."  I pulled the long black hair back from Lynn's face.  Her hair, like her skin, was damp with sweat.  "Your new friend's name is Rod," I explained to the terrified young girl.  "Technically it is a fishing pole blank," I explained, "a strong, limber rod of fiberglass with no guides attached yet."  As I talked I bent the rod nearly in half to demonstrate its flexibility.  "It does however," I continued with pride, "have this nice cork handle that gives me perfect control."  Taking a step backward I moved the rod away from my trembling victim then swung it toward her, parallel to the ground.  The rod landed on her breasts, striking squarely across both of her nipples. 

 

I heard a muffled cry of pain, and Lynn's body bucked against the chains holding her spread eagle in the doorway.  I stepped closer to Lynn and watched the welts rise on her firm, smooth breasts.  The welts looked like two straight horizontal lines, one across each breast.  The center of each line was interrupted by a nipple.  Still holding the rod in my right hand, I ran the thumb of my left hand over the welts on Lynn's breasts.  Lynn cried and begged in a language I couldn't understand, but I didn't need to speak Hmong to understand what she wanted. 

 

I stepped back and brought the second blow down on Lynn's firm, flat stomach.  Without waiting for the welt to appear, and ignoring the cries and sobs as Lynn's body jerked against the chains, I delivered the third blow to the front of her thighs. Moving around to her back I delivered blows to Lynn's shoulders, butt, and the back of her thighs.  Each blow was accompanied by muffled cries and a wildly gyrating body as Lynn tried to avoid the next stroke. 

 

I don't know how many times I hit Lynn with the rod, nor how long I kept up the punishment.  I only know that I didn't stop until my arm was too tired to continue.  Lynn was hanging by her wrists, her knees bent, her head hanging forward limply and a long string of drool hung from the hole in her ball gag down onto the floor.  She had not cried out in pain, or tried to dodge the last few blows.  Her entire body was crisscrossed with red welts, only her pussy and her inner thighs had escaped the rain of blows.  I had, soon after the first blow with the rod, discovered that the position she was in was inadequate for proper punishment of her crotch and inner thighs.  It's ok, I thought as I grasped her stringy, sweaty hair, I'll get those later.  I tossed the rod aside and pulled Lynn to her feet.

 

"Now," I said as I slapped her a couple of times to help her focus, "its time for fucking."  Lynn moaned miserably and struggled to stand up on her own. 

 

"To help you understand how much power I have," I continued, holding her up by her hair, "I'm going to fuck your ass and force you to have multiple orgasms while I'm doing it."  Lynn's eyes were looking at me, but she displayed no real comprehension.

 

"In fact," I continued, "before I'm done you're going to be fucking yourself on my cock."

 

"Did you let your gang friends fuck your ass?" I asked as I traced the crisscrossed welts across her breasts with my finger.  I heard a loud grunt as Lynn shook her head emphatically to indicate that she had not been fucked in the ass before.

 

"So you only let them fuck your cunt?"  She answered with another grunt and emphatic headshake.  Apparently, in spite of her slutty demeanor, I had a virgin on my hands. 

 

"Did you suck their little cocks with your mouth?"  I asked as I ran my finger over her lips which were stretched around the ball gag.  Lynn hung her head, then nodded in the affirmative. 

 

"So you'd drink their cum, but you wouldn't let them fuck you."  Lynn nodded in agreement even though it hadn't been a question.

 

"Well," I said as I moved around behind her, "that's going to change. You'll never again get to choose who fucks you."  My cock had been hard since I watched the Hmong gang members dump my bribe into the trunk of my car, but I took my time arranging myself behind Lynn.  Reaching around her waist I placed one hand on the inside of each of her legs, just where the thigh ends and the crotch starts.  I picked her up, spread her legs a little further, then pushed the head of my hard cock against her rectum.  I could hear Lynn whimpering as she pulled on the chains trying to get away from my cock as it pushed her virgin ass open.  Since it was lubricated only with her persperation, I had to pull part way out and push back in several times before I had the weeping girl's anus stretched around the base of my hard cock.  I could feel an artery in her bowels pulsing against the bottom of my cockhead.  Wrapping my left arm around her waist, I held myself buried deep inside her ass as I pushed my right hand into her crotch and began to work two fingers into her cunt. 

 

I started slowly, rubbing my fingertips down from her clitoris, over her pussy lips, then back up over her clitoris.  Each time I moved from her clitoris down to her cunt lips I pushed my fingers deeper into her pussy.  After several strokes she generated enough lubrication to allow me to work my fingers all the way inside.

 

Once her cunt had lubricated enough for me to fuck my fingers completely in and out of her pussy I used a steady, slow rhythm.  I would run the entire length of my fingers over her clitoris as I curled my fingers into her cunt.  Continuing to curl my fingers I would stroke her 'G' spot with my fingertips then reverse the action allowing the full length of my fingers ro rub across her clitoris again on the way out. 

 

After twenty or thirty slow strokes over her clitoris and into her pussy, Lynn's cunt suddenly produced copious amounts of natural lubricant.  Impaled on my cock and with my fingers moving slowly and methodically up and down over her clitoris and in and out of her pussy, Lynn's cunt got wetter than any other I'd ever experienced.  My whole hand became coated with her pussy secretions and my house began to smell like Hmong cunt.  Down over her clitoris, into her pussy to stroke her 'G' spot, then back up over her clitoris, with her anal sphincter feeling like a living cock ring around the base of my hard dick I patiently stimulated my young Hmong bitch's cunt until, at last, I was rewarded by a bearly detectable twitching of her grotesquely stretched ass.  I kept up my slow methodical pace for several more minutes and was rewarded with a faint whimper and just a hint of a contraction of her butt muscles as she unconsciously made the first tentative fucking motions with her hips. 

 

Still I persisted, never varying the timing or speed of my fingers moving back and forth over her clitoris as they fucked in and out of her cunt and repeatedly stroked her 'G' spot.  It took several more minutes of patient work before I was rewarded with a deep guttural moan from Lynn's throat as she made the first definite, unmistakable thrusts of her hips in an effort to fuck her cunt on my fingers and her ass on my hard cock.  As I held her naked body tightly against mine with my left arm around her waist, my slut quickly matched the thrusts of her hips to the slow steady movement of my fingers.  She'd thrust forward fucking her cunt further onto my hand as my fingers moved down across her clitoris and into her pussy, then she'd thrust back, pushing my cock deeper into her ass as my fingers moved out of her cunt and back over her clitoris again. 

 

No longer just hanging from her wrist cuffs, Lynn had turned her hands and was now holding onto the chains that were attached to the top of the doorframe, using them for additional leverage as she bent her knees and balanced on her toes to get a better position to fuck herself on my cock and fingers.  Never in my life had I seen a slut get as wet as that little Hmong bitch.  Her cunt lubricant seemed to crawl over my skin, coating my entire hand up to my wrist.  Her pubic hair was drenched and matted.  It even seemed to have, somehow, flowed back between her legs to coat and lubricate my cock as she pumped her ass back and forth on it. 

 

I never varied my stroking across her clitoris and into her pussy even as her body stiffened and jerked its way through her first orgasm.  As her body relaxed, I continued to hold her ass impaled on my cock and continued moving my fingers down over her clitoris, into her cunt to stroke her 'G' spot then back out of her pussy and up over her clitoris without pausing or changing the tempo or speed.  After only a few moments of rest Lynn was once again fucking herself, with even greater lewdness on my fingers and cock.  I took my new little fuck toy through four orgasms of increasing magnitude before I joined the fun and began fucking my cock in and out of her tight and, now, well lubricated ass with long hard strokes.  She thrust herself back onto my cock, fucking her ass with obvious pleasure.  The noises coming from my slut were unintelligible through the gag, but she obviously wasn't asking me to stop. 

 

I continued pounding my cock into her rear until I felt my orgasm approaching then, holding my spasming cock deep in her bowels, anointed her ass with my cum while she jerked and twitched through another orgasm of her own.  After I came in her rectum I held her against me, my cock still deep in her ass, and my fingers still deep in her cunt, while I recovered my breath.  When I pulled my hand from her pussy,  my cock from her ass and released my grip on Lynn's waist she hung limply from her wrists, obviously exhausted by her ordeal. 

 

I moved back around to the other room and sat in my recliner.  Before me was what must be the most erotic sight in the world.  A sex slave with her just fucked, exhausted body, crisscrossed with welts from a whipping, her hair stringy and matted from her exertions, her skin shinning with sweat and cunt secretions, hanging limply, spread eagled and chained, available to be fucked again and again and...