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

 

The Witness

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

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

I woke up twice during the night.  Both times, I pulled the slave over to me and entered it with my hard cock; I fucked, not more than three-quarters awake, and then fell asleep again still inside the slave's body.  When morning came, I pulled the slave's mouth down to my crotch.

 

"Suck it," I croaked then stretched and began to come more to life as the slave's mouth moved up and down the shaft of my morning hardon.  Lying on my back, with my hands under my head, I pondered what a wonderful world I lived in; a world where I could posses another human being whose sole purpose was to satisfy my every erotic desire.  I relaxed and enjoyed the warmth and wetness of the slave's mouth until I came then, leaving the slave, with the taste of my cum fresh in its mouth, chained to the bed, I arose and walked to the bathroom.  After showering, shaving, pissing and doing all the other things a person does on awakening, I returned to the bedroom to find the slave sound asleep.  I put on a t-shirt and a pair of walking shorts, then unlocked the hobble chain from the foot of the bed and reattached it to the slave's ankle cuff. 

 

"Wake up, slut," I said as I pinched one of its twice-pierced nipples firmly between my thumb and finger.  That got the slave's attention.  For the next few days, the slave's nipples would be extremely tender and very useful for control and discipline purposes.  After the slave climbed out of the bed and stood up, I hooked its right wrist cuff to a belt loop on the left hand side of my shorts.

 

"If you rip this belt loop," I told my very serious demeanored slave, "you will be punished."  I turned and started walking toward the kitchen.  I felt a tug on my shorts as the slave stumbled after me.  I walked in the kitchen and fixed some breakfast for myself.  I stepped on the slave's bare feet several times while it was learning to anticipate my moves and stay out of my way.  I also elbowed the slave's tender breasts by accident and, a couple of times, on purpose, as I worked.  Putting my plate of eggs and toast, and my cup of coffee on the table, I pulled out the chair and sat down to eat.  The slave stood beside me, hunched over to keep from pulling on the belt loop.

 

"Squat," I ordered after my first bite of scrambled eggs.  The slave got down on its knees.  I put the fork down and turned to face the slave. 

 

"I said squat," I told the slave, slapping its face, "not kneel."  The slave climbed back up onto its feet, then squatted beside me.  "Spread your knees," I instructed as I picked up my fork, "always spread your knees."  The slave spread its knees, exposing its moist cunt to my view.  While I ate my breakfast with my right hand I ran my fingertips up and down the slave's right inner thigh, occasionally moving far enough up to run my finger along the slick, lubricant-coated lips of the slave's already very 'juicy' cunt.  I could feel shivers running through the slave's body as my fingers moved over its soft, smooth skin.  After I'd eaten everything else, I gave my last piece of toast to the slave who devoured it ravenously.  I had decided that the slave's body needed to be reduced by a few pounds and firmed up.  Already its thighs and buttocks were trembling with the effort of staying in a squatting position.  After eating, I rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher with the slave's wrist still attached to my belt loop.  The slave was quickly learning to anticipate my moves and did a better job of keeping its bare feet and naked breasts out of harms way.  After the dishes, I went into the living room and, selecting a magazine to read moved over to the couch.  I unhooked the slave's wrist from my belt loop and lay down on the couch.

 

"Squat right here, facing me," I instructed.  The slave was learning, it squatted where I told it to with its knees spread wide, exposing its glistening cunt.  "Unbuckle my belt and unzip my shorts," I instructed as I opened the magazine and began to read.  The slave did as I requested, then waited for further direction. 

 

"Take my cock out," I told the slave, "and hold it with your right hand.  Just hold it, nothing else.”  I felt the slave's warm hand as it wrapped its fingers around my almost-but-not-quit soft cock.

 

"Now," I said, not taking my eyes from the magazine, "finger your cunt with your other hand."  The slave reached down between its legs and began to move its finger up and down the wet lips of its pussy. 

 

"Your goal," I informed the slave as I took my eyes from the magazine long enough to glance at the slave's finger moving up and down the folds of the slave's slick cunt flesh, "is to get yourself as excited as you can, and keep yourself excited, without having an orgasm.  If I see any signs of your cuming you will be severely punished."  It did not take long for my cock to grow to its full length in the slave's hand.  Soon the head, and a bit of the shaft, was showing above the slave's fingers.  Although ordered to just hold my cock, the slave's hand moved, just a little, as the slave worked its fingers in its cunt, and tried to keep its balance as it squatted next to me.  The slave's hand moved just enough to, very slowly, increase my excitement level as I read the magazine. 

 

Years ago, when I was a young man, before there were such things as VHS video, and DVD, I discovered, while watching a movie in a porno theater, that the most intense orgasms came from slow steady stimulation.  As I watched the movie, with my hard cock arranged so that its underside was firmly against the material of my trousers, I gently flicked my thumb up and down over that spot where the head joins the shaft.  With just that soft repetitive stimulation, while I, by an act of will, remained still and refrained from tightening muscled, or making humping motions with my hips.  In this way I felt, as I never had before, every precious moment of escalating excitement.  The sexual thrill seemed to permeate my body in ways I'd never felt before.  When I finally came, after probably forty-five minutes of this kind of stimulation, I was able to feel the progress of each surge of cum, as if in slow motion, as it moved from the base of my cock to the head then out into the material of my trousers.

 

It was a revelation, and since that day, I have always been on the look out for women who would be willing to remain still as we laid together, our bodies joined, while we practiced this variation of tantric sex.  The women who have participated in this activity have reported that they also experience unbelievably intense orgasms.  Don't get me wrong, as I’ve already revealed, I also love good, hard, body pounding fucks.  I put the magazine down, relaxed while I watched my slave fingering its cunt, and concentrated on really feeling the feelings.  

 

I waited as the intense excitement built in my body.  Every tremble of the slave's legs as it squatted, balanced on its toes, every involuntary tremor of the slave's body caused by its finger moving up and down the folds of its saturated pussy lips, was transmitted to my hard cock by the warm hand holding my cock shaft.  Finally, after twenty or thirty minutes, my relaxed body was over come and, with a deep moan, I emptied myself.  My cum shot up into the air, then fell back to coat the slave's hand and my cock head.

 

"Lick it up," I ordered.  Continuing to hold my dick with one hand, and to stroke its cunt with the other, the slave leaned forward, the entire bottom half of its body trembling from exertion, and slurped my spent cum into its mouth. 

 

"Climb on and fuck me," I instructed.  The slave had a bit of difficulty standing up from its extended squat.  The hobble chain was just long enough for the slave to straddle my body as the slave rested one leg on each side of me.  After adjusting its position a couple of times the slave lowered itself and engulfed my still hard cock with its exceedingly wet cunt. 

 

"Now," I said, once I was completely inside the slave, "I'm going to teach you how I like to be fucked."  The slave waited with its right hand on the back of the couch and its left hand resting on its left thigh. 

 

"Starting with my cock fully inside the pussy," I instructed with my hands on its waist, "clinch the butt and grip my cock with the cunt muscles."  I paused until I felt the slave's pussy grip my hard dick.  "Now move up," I pushed up on the slave's waist, "stop when just my cock head is in the cunt."  I held the slave's waist as the pussy hovered over me with just my cock head inside it. 

 

"Now relax the butt and the cunt," again I waited to give the slave time to obey my instructions, "then push the pussy back down on my cock until I'm all the way inside again.  Now repeat that process with slow, steady motions."  I felt the butt and cunt grip my cock again.

 

"Up," I said as I pushed up on the slave's waist, "relax, and down.  Grip, up, relax, and down."  I repeated the orders like a drill sergeant counting a cadence until I was sure the slave knew the rhythm I preferred.  On the fifth or sixth stroke, my cock came out of the slave's cunt.  Reaching up I slapped the slave as hard as I could.

 

"Don't you ever let my cock slip out of the cunt again," I yelled as I reached down and picked the rod up from the floor where it had been left after its last use.  With tears streaming down its face, and a red handprint growing darker on its cheek, the slave pushed the cunt back down onto my cock then, griping with the cunt and butt, rose back up being careful not to let my cock slip from its warm wet sheath. 

 

"Continue in a professional manner," I instructed the slave with a relaxed grin, "maintain the rhythm I've established."  I watched as the slave, with a very serious expression of concentration on its face, moved through several cycles of grip, rise, relax, and lower.  As had happened in the past, the slave's cunt produced large quantities of thick viscous vaginal secretions.  Such a large quantity was produced that strings of it clung to and stretched between the slave's pussy lips and my pubic hair every time the slave raised its cunt.  Faint, wet smacking sounds could be heard every time our bodies came together when the slave lowered the cunt back down my hard cock.

 

"When you fuck me," I instructed, relaxing with my fingers laced under my head.  "You will quit likely become sexually excited and have orgasms."  I noticed the slave was actually blushing; it was priceless.  "But no matter how turned on you get, or how many orgasms you have, you must never let it interfere with your slow methodical fuck of my cock."  For awhile I watched the slave's pierced nipples bounce and sway gently, and listened to the delicate tinkle of the tiny silver bells as the slave moved the cunt up and down my cock, then I continued.  "No matter what happens, if the house catches on fire, if your muscles get so exhausted you don't think you can move, even if I fall asleep, you will not stop fucking my cock, or change the pattern, rhythm or speed of your fucking unless I tell you to." 

 

A layer of sweat coated the slave's skin as it worked the wet cunt up and down my hard cock.  Its hair hung in damp clumps on its shoulders, back, and breasts.  With one hand clasping the back of the couch and the other hanging onto the edge of the cushion beside my upper body, the slave worked every muscle in its body as it concentrated on the squeeze, rise, relax, and down pattern that I had established.  Every muscle in the slave's body trembled with the exertion.  Twenty minutes into this marathon fuck session, the slave hesitated momentarily, then resumed its assigned task, when the phone rang. 

 

"Hello," I answered after reaching over my head and picking my cell phone up from the table at the end of the couch. 

 

"Hello Jasmine...sure you can come over...yes, the slave is fucking me right now," I noticed that the slave was blushing again, how precious.

 

"It's blushing," I told Jasmine, which served to deepen the slave's blush even more as it struggled, with its exhausted muscles, to keep the cunt moving up and down my cock.  I told Jasmine my address, then disconnected, and put the phone back on the table.  I laid back, thought about Jasmine pushing needles through the slave's pussy lips and, finally, deposited what was left of my reserve of cum in the cunt that was fucking my cock.

 

"This," I told my sweaty exhausted slave, "is going to be fun."