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entirely coincidental.

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...




  
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