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The Witness

(Being part eight in a continuing story of non-consensual sexual slavery)

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

“Get up dick-face,” I said, as I picked up the rod and gave the slave a sharp snap on the ass, “go into the kitchen and bring us two beers.”  The slave, with the plastic dick still sticking straight out from its mouth, climbed to its feet and stumbled toward the kitchen.   It came back a minute later carrying a bottle of beer in each hand. 

 

"You didn't take the caps off, how are we supposed to drink our beer if the bottles still have caps on them?"  The slave looked back and forth from one bottle to the other and made several false starts trying to figure out how to get a grip on the twist off cap of the bottle in one hand when she had another bottle in the other hand.  Her drugged state had obviously wiped out even the most rudimentary ability of the slave to reason its way through the problem.

 

"Go back into the kitchen," I spoke slowly, like I was speaking to a child, "set the beer bottles down on the counter, take the cap off of each bottle, push both bottle caps up inside your cunt," Jasmine giggled when I told the slave to put the caps into its pussy, "then bring the opened bottles back here to us."  My hand was resting between Jasmine's thigh, and the slave seemed to be fascinated, almost hypnotized, by the sight of my finger moving up and down the folds of Jasmine's cunt.

 

"Go," I ordered, slashing her left breast with the rod, hitting squarely across her twice pierced nipple.  The slave winced in pain, then turned and walked back toward the kitchen. 

 

"Come on," I said to Jasmine as I took her hand and pulled her to her feet as I stood up.  I put my finger to my lips, indicating a desire for silence as I tip-toed across the room to the door leading into the kitchen.  We were like two kids, peeking around the door frame to watch the slave as it carefully removed the twist-off cap from each of the bottles and, bending and spreading its knees to open its pussy, pushed them deep inside its cunt.

 

"Fuck'em young, before they grow teeth," I whispered.

 

"What?"  Jasmine chuckled softly.

 

"Just an old joke about a woman whose husband isn't fucking her enough.  She started using a beer bottle instead.  One afternoon she got a little too vigorous fucking herself with the bottle and broke the neck of it off inside her pussy.  Just then her husband comes home drunk and horny.  He climbs on top of her and starts to fuck without giving her a chance to warn him.  The end of his dick gets cut by the broken beer bottle and he ends up at the emergency room.  The next day he's walking through the park and sees a young couple kissing.

 

'That's right,' he yells at the man, 'fuck them young, before they grow teeth.'  Stupid joke, but it was considered very funny when I was in the seventh grade."  Jasmine just shook her head.  

 

Still acting like a couple of school kids we dashed back to the couch and sat down before the slave came back into the room.

 

"Oh," Jasmine said as the slave handed each of us a beer, "I forgot to mention Yovavyo will be hear in a few minutes."

 

"Yovavyo," I repeated the unusual name, "is that his first name or his last name?"

 

"I have no idea," Jasmine replied after a moments thought, "its the only name I've ever heard him use."  The slave was standing in front of us, hands down to its side, waiting with patience that only the thoroughly drugged can posses. 

 

"Don't just stand there," I said to the slave, "play with yourself while we drink our beer."  The slave looked at me with total confusion on her face. 

 

"You know what 'play with yourself' means you stupid cunt," I said with mock anger as I used the rod across the side of its face, "now start playing with yourself."  The slave spread its legs, then bent its knees enough to open its crotch, then began to rub its pussy with one hand while it played with its pierced nipples with the other. 

 

"I've never seen anything as stupid as this slave."

 

"Like I told you," Jasmine said as she slipped her hand into crotch, "not good for anything but beating and fucking.  And just barely smart enough for that," Jasmine continued, "I'm surprised she, ah, it can find its own cunt."  The slave's face was turning bright red.  I'm not sure what bothered it the most, playing with its cunt for our entertainment, or listening to us discuss how dumb it is. 

 

"It can't even do a proper job of fucking itself," Jasmine added after drinking some of her beer.

 

"Well, don't forget, the stupid slut put bottle caps up its pussy.  What kind of dumb cunt would do that right before it starts playing with its pussy?" 

 

"Maybe its cunt itches and its trying to scratch the itch," Jasmine suggested. 

 

"Take the bottle caps out of your cunt," I told the slave.  We watched the slave, the plastic cock still sticking out from its mouth, dig around inside its pussy with its thumb and finger, trying to get a hold of either one of the slimy bottle caps.  Jasmine and I both laughed at the gyrations the slave went through before it finally got a firm enough grasp on one of them to pull it out of its body.  The slave held the bottle cap in its hand like it was a prestigious award.

 

"Don't just stand there, dick-face, pull the other one out too."  Being satiated, Jasmine and I were, for the moment, willing to drink our beers and entertain ourselves playing with the slave while we gently touched each other and waited for Yovavyo to show up.  The slave squatted and forced more and more of its hand into its cunt, trying to get a grip on the second bottle cap. 

 

"Come here," I commanded after the slave had retrieved the second cap, "squat."  I unhooked the straps holding the plastic cock to the front of the slave's mouth, then handed it the device.  "On your hands and knees," I ordered, "facing away from us, and fuck your ass with it."  While we watched, the slave turned away from us then, supporting itself on both knees and its left hand, twisted around and pushed the head of the plastic dick against its anus.  Jasmine seemed to enjoy the show, the deeper the slave pushed the plastic cock into its ass the more Jasmine massaged my cock and balls. I must admit that my fingering of Jasmine's pussy became more intense as the slave's anal sphincter stretched around the head of the plastic cock.

 

The look of determination and concentration on the drugged slave's face was almost comical as it pushed the appliance deeper into its ass.

 

"All the way," Jasmine reminded the slave, her voice not much more than a husky whisper, "push it all the way in."  The slave smiled triumphantly when the plastic dick reached maximum penetration in its ass. 

 

"That's very good," the slave appeared to wiggle with delight from my compliment, "now, real slow so we can watch, fuck it in and out of your ass until you make yourself cum."  I tell you, I was out of control, my cock was red and tender from all the fucking I'd been doing but I was still having my slave fuck itself while Jasmine and I played with each other.  Despite my condition, my dick hardened again as I watched the full length of the plastic dick moving slowly in and out of my slave's well-fucked ass.  Without releasing her grip on my cock, Jasmine slipped off the couch onto her knees and, lowering her head into my lap, gently took me into her warm mouth.  With extreme tenderness, Jasmine soothingly licked my cock and balls; carefully removing all of the accumulated cum and pussy secretions.  Extending her tongue Jasmine cleaned the crease where my upper thighs and scrotum met.  While I laid back and stretched out my legs, luxerating in the finest tongue-bath my crotch had ever received, I couldn't help thinking about how lucky I was to have one fine young Asian cunt as my unwilling sex slave, and another one who seemed to be genuinely pleased, even eager, to submit to my sexual whims. 

 

Once she was satisfied that she had completely cleaned me, Jasmine held my dick in her warm, moist, mouth and flicked just the tip of her tongue up and down over that small v shaped notch where the head of my cock joined the shaft.  With gentleness, and patients, Jasmine drove me relentlessly towards another orgasm.  Without once varying the rhythm, or speed of her tongue, without ever changing the position of her mouth or body, Jasmine slowly but surely coaxed another orgasm from my body.

 

After my cock jerked and twitched more forcefully than it had anytime in the last twenty-four hours, and deposited the last couple of drops of cum my body could muster in her mouth, Jasmine released me and, remaining on the floor, turned so she could watch the slave fucking itself while she leaned up against my legs. 

 

I was exhausted.  I never would have guessed how much energy it required to own a slave.  For the moment I was satisfied to watch my slave fuck its ass with the plastic cock while Jasmine, still reclining against my knees, spread her legs and worked her clitoris and cunt with both hands. 

 

"Fuck yourself harder, you stupid, fucking, worthless whore."  Jasmine began yelling abusively at the slave as she neared her orgasm.  "Harder, damn it, fuck yourself harder."  The slave's arm muscles must have been burning, and feeling like rubber, but it followed the orders and slammed the plastic cock in and out of its ass with renewed vigor.  I had told the slave to make itself cum but it had shown no indication of having the orgasm I'd commanded, until Jasmine began her verbal abuse.

 

"Dirty, fucking, whore, I wouldn't fuck your cunt with my worst enemies' dick."  To my amazement, both Jasmine and the slave neared orgasm as Jasmine continued to heap abuse on the slave

 

"Your cunt is so fowl I could smell it as soon as I stepped out of my care.  This whole neighborhood reeks of your cunt odor."  Jasmine and the slave moaned in mutual orgasm.  As her muscles relaxed, Jasmine leaned more heavily on my legs.  The slave slumped until its head and chest were resting on the floor, but never stopped moving the plastic cock in and out of its up thrust ass.  The three of us stayed in this position until the doorbell rang. 

 

"Hold that dick in your ass," I instructed the slave, "while you answer the door."  The slave looked confused but, holding the plastic cock all the way up its ass, it climbed to its feet and, hunched over, with its fanny thrust out behind it, walked, slightly bowlegged, towards the front door. 

 

I'm going to skip a period of time in my narrative.  During that time Yovavyo worked on my slave a couple of times a week, I always insured that the slave was drugged and docile on the days he was to work.  Other days I, and Jasmine, enjoyed the looks of confusion and fear that crossed over the slave's face when the scopolamine wore off and we allowed it to see itself in the mirror adorned with tattoos it had no memory of receiving.

 

In between sessions with Yovavyo, Jasmine and I liked to keep our slave undrugged.  It added immensely to our enjoyment to have the slave fully conscious while we whipped, fucked, and generally abused it for our own pleasure.  Jasmine had come over to visit that day, and never left.  She quit her job at the retail store, but continued to do piercing; Many times working with and through Yovavyo to get customers. 

 

When Yovavyo was finally finished, he had turned my slave into a work of art.  While Jasmine was out seeing a client, I tied my undrugged slave spread-eagle in the doorway between the living and dinning rooms.  My heart was pounding, and my cock was throbbing, I was almost as excited as I had been the first time I had tied my slave in this doorway. 

 

Standing in front of my slave, I slowly removed my clothing.  I wanted the intimacy of being alone and naked with my slave.  I walked slowly around the slave, taking in the artwork as a whole.  I had witnessed virtually every needle stroke as the tattooing was being done, but to look at it as a uniform whole made an impact. 

 

The slave hung from its arms, its head down, and its tearful eyes starring at the floor.  The slave’s usual morning humiliation routine had been taken a step further today.  Every morning, at least every morning the slave was not drugged, started with the slave kneeling in the bathtub while Jasmine and I emptied our bladders onto her, drenching her from head to foot with our hot urine.  As I've said before I personally did not get any particular sexual thrill from pissing on the slave, but it was a useful daily reminder to the slave exactly what her position in the world was.  We'd leave the slave kneeling in the tub, our urine drying on its skin and long, thick black hair while we ate a leisurely breakfast.  After eating, Jasmine would shower the slave then present her to me for my first morning’s pleasure. 

 

This morning I had Jasmine urinate on the slave, then ordered her to kneel in the tub beside the piss-soaked Hmong teenager.  Jasmine looked startled at first, then composed her face and obediently did as she was instructed.  Once Jasmine was kneeling in the tub, I urinated on both of them, then left them kneeling side by side as I ate breakfast alone. 

 

After eating I went back into the bathroom and hosed them both off with the hand-held shower head.  While they still knelt in the tub, I got out the electric clippers and removed the hair from their heads.  Jasmine's hair had been almost as long and luxuriant as the slave's.  The slave wept inconsolably as its long black hair fell to the bottom of the tub.  A single tear rolled down Jasmine's cheek as I removed her hair.  After returning the clippers to the drawer, I got out the razor and shaved Jasmine from head to foot, removing every hair from her body, including her eyebrows. 

 

"Shave the slave just as thoroughly," I told Jasmine, handing her the razor, "wash each other, then present yourselves to me in the front room."  Jasmine took the razor and I left the room.  I removed my shorts and sat on the couch to wait in eager hardness for my two cunts to join me.  When they arrived Jasmine and the slave looked, if you ignored variations in tattoos and piercings, to be almost identical.  I pulled Jasmine down onto her hands and knees and pushed my hard dick between her lips.  She eagerly tongued my cock as I fucked it deep into her throat.  

 

"On your knees," I ordered the slave, while my hands explored the erotic smoothness of Jasmine's shaved head, "tongue fuck your mistress' ass hole."  The slave leaned forward, spread Jasmine's butt cheeks and began to work the tip of her tongue into Jasmine's ass.  I felt, more than heard, Jasmine's moan of pleasure as the wet, wiggling tongue pushed into her anus.  I couldn't stop running my hands over her shaved scalp while I fucked my cock deeper and deeper into her throat.  The sight of my equally hairless slave crouched over to tongue Jasmine's ass added to my erotic thrill.  After holding myself deep inside Jasmine's throat while my cock pumped cum into her, Jasmine lowered her face to the ground and, with the slave's tongue still slithering in and out of her ass, kissed the tops of my feet.

 

"Thank you Master," she said after each kiss, "thank you Master."  After kissing my feet and thanking me, Jasmine laid her head in my lap and thrust her ass back onto the slave's fucking tongue while I continued to caress her smooth head. 

 

"Make yourself cum," I whispered to Jasmine, "make yourself cum hard."  Resting her head on my knees, Jasmine reached down between her legs and pulled on, pinched, and twisted her pierced clitoris until her sphincter muscle clamped down on the slave's tongue while Jasmine orgasmed with loud moans. 

 

"Fuck my ass, whore," Jasmine yelled at the slave, "fuck my ass with your tongue."  Jasmine's face looked like she was in horrendous pain, only my knowledge of what the slave was doing to her, and what she was doing to herself told me that it was ultimate pleasure and not pain that caused her expression.

 

"Fuck me harder," Jasmine yelled at the slave, looking back over her shoulder, "deeper, bitch, or I'll beat you to death."  Arching her back so far I'm sure it would have hurt if she hadn't been in the middle of le mort petite, Jasmine closed her eyes and howled with incoherent, orgasmic, ecstasy while she seemed to be determined to rip her clitoris from her body. 

 

"Thank you master," Jasmine whispered, laying her head on my lap, as her body relaxed after her orgasm, "thank you." 

 

Now I was alone again with my totally nude slave.  Stripped not just of clothes, but also of every hair on its body, the slave had never been this naked before in its life.  I walked around the slave, admiring the over-all pattern. 

 

"Magnificent work," I said out loud.  Yovavyo had turned the slave's cunt into a rose garden.  I knelt down and admired the rose leaves that seemed to be growing from the slave's pussy, a thick growth of leaves that gave a whole new meaning to a woman's 'bush'.  I pulled the slave cunt opened so I could admire the way the leaves extended over the outer and inner cunt lips and into the inner surface of the cunt itself.  As I marveled at Yovavyo's detailed work, I remembered the pain and agony the slave had suffered as the needles worked ink into its most sensitive flesh.   Four rose canes grew from the thick 'growth' of leaves surrounding the slave’s pussy, each cane was shaded and detailed with thorns, leaves and rose buds. 

 

I traced the first cane with my finger.  It grew directly over the slave's clitoris (another interesting and memorable tattooing session), then extended upward to the slaves navel.  Surrounding the navel Yovavyo had placed a fully blooming red rose.  Each petal was tipped and variegated with white. The color and detail of the inner petals extended down into the navel.  Pausing at this first flower to explore the depths of the slave's navel and trace the outlines of the rose petals with my tongue.  I could hear soft moans coming from the slave as I moved on.

 

Above the 'belly button rose' the cane split in two.  Each of the canes curved gracefully up the slave’s body and arced up the side of each breast to rose blooms centered on each nipple.  These were fully-opened rose blossoms, each one covering two thirds of the slave's breast.  I pinched the slave's pierced nipples, enjoying the feel of them as they hardened in my fingers, then bent over and sucked first one, then the other, of the slave's nipples. The slave moaned more loudly.  It no longer hung limply by its wrists, but had grasped the chains to support itself and was thrusting its rose-decorated breast against my mouth.

 

The canes continued down the top of each breast, curving into the slaves armpits where two more blooms were placed.  Holding the slave's hot, naked body close to mine with one hand on each side of its waist, I used my tongue to trace the cane up from its left breast to its armpit.  I could feel the slave's body shiver and tremble against mine as I licked and kissed the rose in the slave's armpit, tracing each beautifully rendered petal.  I retraced the rose cane back to the slave's breasts, then up to its other armpit.  The slight musk smell and flavor of the slave’s armpits made my already eagerly hard cock jerk and throb in anticipation.

 

From one detailed and beautiful rose to the next the canes were lush with leaves, thorns and buds; here and there a tiny lady bug crawled along the canes.  From the arm pits the canes grew down and around the slave’s upper arms.  I slowly moved my tongue and lips up each arm, following each cane in turn to the next pair of roses inside the slave's elbows. 

 

From the elbows the canes continued along the arms and terminated with rose blossoms on the back of each of the slave's hands.  Each of these canes I traced with my finger tips while I kissed and licked the flowers in the slave's elbows.  The slave moaned loudly and continuously, thrusting its naked body against mine, non-verbally begging me to fuck it. 

 

Running my hands back down the slave's arms, armpits, breasts, and belly, I slowly returned to the center of my rose garden, the slave's very wet cunt.  The rose leaves growing from its pussy now appeared to glisten with dew as vaginal secretions oozed from the slave's cunt.  The sides and the back of the slave's crotch held three overlapping blooms.  The slave lifted itself as high as it could and spread its knees as wide as it could manage while I moved my mouth over the roses tattooed on each of the slaves inner thighs.  The petals of the blooms overlapped the leaves growing from the slave's cunt. 

 

The slight musk I'd tasted and smelled in the slave's armpits was only a foretaste of the heady smell and taste of the sexually stimulated slave cunt.  For the time being I avoided the slave’s pussy with my tongue, concentrating instead on the two inner thigh blossoms.  While I used my tongue to clean the slave's pussy ooze from its inner thighs I followed the canes down the slave's trembling thighs with my fingers.  The canes curled around to another set of blossoms nestled on the back of the slave's knees, then continued to a final set of small blossoms on the tops of the slave's feet.  The slave's entire body undulated with an exaggerated fucking motion as I stood up and moved around behind it.

 

The slave arched its back, thrusting its fanny toward me.  The slave was obviously hoping to entice me into fucking my favorite orifice and, in the process, satisfying the slave's desperate need to be penetrated.  I pulled the slave’s fanny apart and admired the best of Yovavyo's artistry.  The blossom centered on the slave's ass hole was the largest and most detailed bloom on the slave's body.  It extended from the slave's anal orifice to the slave's drooling pussy.  It overlapped the leaves growing from the slave's cunt and the blossoms ordaining the slave's inner thighs.  At my request Yovavyo had lavished all his talent on this magnificent rose.  It was depicted fully open with layer after layer of deep red petals all centered on the slave's anus.  Every time I bent the slave over to use its ass, it looked like my cock was fucking right through a beautiful rose.  The slave moaned desperately, and thrust itself back against my hand, as I penetrated the center of the flower with my finger. 

 

Above the ass-rose the cane split in two, just like it did in the front, and, covered with thorns, leaves, buds, and the occasional lady bug, curved up each side of the slave's back to the roses centered on the slave's shoulder blades.  From these blossoms the canes moved up onto the slave’s neck, to a final set of small roses, each located on the slave's neck, just below the slave's ears.  I pushed a second finger through the slave's ass-rose while I traced the blossoms on its neck with my tongue.  The slave fucked its ass on my fingers with chain rattling enthusiasm. 

 

Having completed my homage to Yovavyo's artwork, I let my fingers slip from the slave's ass and, ignoring its frustrated whimpers of disappointment, picked up the rod and moved back around to face my naked, bound, pierced, and tattooed slave.  They slave's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and anticipation, by this time the slave had learned the paradoxical truth that the more intense the whipping, the more intense the orgasm.

 

As I flexed the limber rod, in preparation for my first strike, my rock hard cock throbbed and pulsed in anticipation of the whipping and the fucking.