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When my little sister became a ‘model’.

It was several years ago back when I just turned 16. I had already had my learner’s permit for over a year and I was ready to get my driver’s license so I could drive where ever I wanted without my mom being with me. I soon found out that this new privilege was also a burden. My mom was a pretty lazy person and started making me drive to the store to buy groceries and she also started to make me take my little sister to the movies and pretty much any place she wanted to go to. My sister signed up to auditioned for a model agency to for fun and to get a little cash ( and by a little I really mean not much) . My sister was thirteen and she had a small frame with small tits , but she had one of nicest 13 year old ass ever. The only probably was she 5’2, pretty short for a model so I was surprised when I found out she was selected to start posing in pictures for them.
On the day of the photo shoot my mom didn’t feel like taking her to the photo shoot and forced me to do it. I was upset that I had to do it because to me it would be a complete waste of 2 hours of my life , but I there was no way I could get out of this mess so I had to go along with it. I took my little sister to the photo shoot and stayed around to watch. My sister had went into the dressing to change while the camera men set everything up.
Next my sister came back out wearing a sexy two piece bikini. They begin to take hundreds of pictures of my sister posing. They got photos of my sister bending over revealing a nice view of her booty while on her knees and elbows like a dog. They also took pictures of my sister with her hands in her bikini bottom. They also took many photos of a guy spanking and squeezing my sisters ass with another guy grabbing on her tits while rubbing tanning oil all over her body. For my sister’s last pose she removed here bikini top and hide her tits by holding with her hands. My sister then went back to the dressing room and I incorrectly thought it was over. It was far from over.
My young sister then came out of the dressing room with a very tiny mini-skirt on with a bikini top and a Popsicle in her hand. They men drooling over my sexy sister took photos of her sucking on the lollipop. They way she was sucking it was as if it were a dick. My sister ended up dropping her Popsicle on to the ground and when she bent over to get it I realized she was wearing no panties so her tight young pussy was exposed. A guy in his mid twenties walked up to my sister with his dick whipped out and just forced his cock into her mouth. As she begin sucking his dick he took the Popsicle and inserted it into her tight cunt and pushed it in as far is it could go and pulled it out and repeated this over and over again until he got the entire Popsicle deep into her pussy. Many other naked guys came over to my sister and she proceeded to suck all of their dicks. They did all types of shit with my sister. They spanked her ass with their dicks and others guys laid there dicks in my sisters ass crack and just begin to fuck it. My sister was enjoying every last one of their dicks just jerking and sucking every single one of their cocks. The camera men didn’t stop shooting and they even got closer for better shots and views of my slutty little sister. At one point one of the guys inserted his dick in my sister’s pussy and fucked her brains out. My sister starting screaming because of all of this sexual pleasure she was experiencing. The guys took turns fucking my sister over and over again wearing out her young pussy and blowing their loads all over her ass, tits , and face. I had my suspicions that my sister would turn out to be a slut , but I never expected her to go through her first gang bang at age 13, but then again maybe it was her first. It was crazy they started triple penetrating my sister!! She had a cock in her mouth , butt, and pussy all at once. I thought that had did every sexual thing imaginable until they jammed two cocks into her pussy. They even figured out how to get 2 in her ass!! There was over 45 guys on site that day and I’m pretty sure she had sucked and fucked every last one of them because by the end of all of this there was cum every. In her pussy , in her ass , in her mouth , on her tits and even in her hair. Even three older guys in there early sixties had there fun and tripled penetrated my 13 year old little sister. I wanted to join in so bad , but I realized that they were recording everything and I didn’t want to be on camera fucking my sister.
At every last person came they cared her to the shower and cleaned her off and she came back dressed and ready to go. It was an awkward drive home and I didn’t say anything to my sister about anything. That wasn’t the last time that my sister went to “pose” for that modeling agency , but I decided not to stick around for the photo shoot because I knew that I’d eventually lose composure and starting fucking my little sister on camera and I don’t want any of my friends to ever know that I’d have done that. One day I auctally visited the website of the agency and found the photos of my sister , but those were the soft core safe for work ones, but I knew the hardcore ones were inside the membership area. The one funny thing about my sister’s modeling was that she was only paid 25 dollars for each shoot, but I guess she loved her job. And for those who wonder if I ever fucked my little sister, well that’s for another story.
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THE END I think this is my last story and it’s probably my worst because I rushed and kinda lost interest. Maybe if I come up with some creative story and regain interest I will write more. Also I kinda got the idea for this story from another one called 14 year old model which is in my favorite btw if you want to check it out. I liked the story and decided that I was gonna make my own version.Please comment and give me feedback and ideas.

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the snuffer

not a mine story but one of the best i found …enjoy
WARNING! This story contains detailed descriptions of very cruel tortures and murder of a teenage victim. I insistently recommend you reading it ONLY if you are really interested in the things like that. I am not going to accept any complaints or disapproval from those who might be squicked with it but who read it nevertheless.
THE SNUFFER
I am going to snuff you.
I didn’t tell that aloud. Even without these words his eyes staring at me were full of terror. For a short moment there was hope flickering in them – and then, when I just slid my glance over him and walked in, he understood that there was no chance. He was a smart kid.
He sat on the floor in the corner of the empty room, with his ankles roped together and his arms tied behind his back tightly and cruelly – by his wrists and his elbows, so, that his shoulders looked twisted forward unnaturally and his chest bulged. He was gagged – I saw his distorted lips were dry and bruised; it made his face seem older.
Well, he was no more than sixteen – I knew it despite his so very tired expression (he had a sleepless night and the most possible he didn’t manage to rest by day) and despite his eye-sockets black with smeared mascara. And he was handsome – not sweet – but with a subtle expressive face you are going to remember.
One of my customers picked him last night in the street and brought to the house. He caught the little hooker when he tried to snatch an expensive bagatelle from the hall. He gut-punched the kid and called his friends. They raped him all the night, as refined as they could – and when their fantasy ran short they decided to call me.
I don’t know whether he would finish like this anyway, even if he didn’t try to rob the host. And, actually, it didn’t matter now.
There was no much left of his clothes. I saw his leather straight jacket on the floor at his feet – but there was no possibility for him to cover himself with it though he had to be cold. The room was in the basement and even I felt like huddling myself up. I didn’t have any sight of his skirt – and his black narrow corselet of mat textile crumbled around his waist. One of his fine stockings slithered down to his foot, the other was laddered irreparably. The funny thing was that through all their entertainment they didn’t take off his sandals – blinding golden things on 5″ stiletto heels. They were laced around his ankles and didn’t fall down themselves. He had to have a hell of time, having them on his feet for so long.
“Hi pretty,” I said coming up to him and squatting. I smiled. I reached my hand to his face – and thanks to my voice or to my expression he didn’t back from me. Not that there was any space for him to back. I found the fastening of his gag and released it. “What is your name?”
There were some moments when he couldn’t speak. He tried but he couldn’t. His mouth was too dehydrated after the hours with the rubber ball in it, his jaw probably strained painfully and his throat disobedient. When he did tell it – it sounded like a hiss of air going out of his lungs. Josh – or Joe – I didn’t understand.
“No little one,” I corrected him softly. “Your name how you call yourself in this garment.”
“Mary Beth,” he said.
I liked it. It was a nice name – and it sounded new for me.
I put my hand around his face. His skin was pale and by touch very smooth – girl-like; he didn’t have to shave yet. I stroked his cheek-bone with my thumb slightly. His eyes were turned to me – huge dark-brown eyes, very beautiful. His gaze was mesmerized; he didn’t know what to wait from me.
“I think you have to take a shower first,” I said untying his feet. Oh yeah he did need it. He stank. With his own sweat and with sweat of those who had him last night and with their cum. His lovely black hair – a kind of rippled, not really wavy – was icicle-like with it – and some of it was sticky even on his lashes.
Mary Beth didn’t ask me anything – although I saw his eyes were still puzzled, even more puzzled than before probably. His discolored lips worked a little, as if he hoped to find some saliva in his parched mouth.
Don’t worry dear, soon you’ll have more water than you will want.
I tugged the thin belts of his sandals next. He really had to feel uncomfortable – I could sense how puffy were his feet, with the laces stuck deeply into his skin. I rolled down the stockings and took them off, too.
“Come on, get up.”
When I pulled him on his feet I had to take all his weight myself. I didn’t wonder – I would wonder if he were not cramped after eighteen hours in this position. And he was not heavy at all. A head shorter than me and bony. His garter belt hanged on his pelvic bones. I unbuttoned it and his twisted corselet with a shade of squeamishness and dropped them on the floor.
He had cum and blood crusted on his legs and on his chest.
You know my wife thinks a prostitute can’t be raped. She means everything what is done to a prostitute is just a part of his/her profession. Well, I was going to continue to call rape what was done to the kid the night before. I couldn’t call it in any other way when they fucked him until he started bleeding and pinched or bit his nipples till splitting them. They beat him, too. I saw these purple stains of bruises on his belly and rib-cage. And I saw his misused genitals.
I had one of my arms around him when I turned him and reached for his hands. He almost lay on my elbow like that and I knew my jacket’s sleeve could be rough against his tender injured tits. His skin was so very white that every trace on it seemed extremely visible – was it the soreness on his wrists from the rope or more bruises in his kidney area. He was going to piss blood, I thought.
“Yeah Mary Beth, yeah girl,” I whispered to his ear when gently shaking him upright. “Let’s go.”
There was the door to the bathroom from this room. I don’t remember how many times I was there; more than a couple of times, anyway. And it was not always this house. I turned the light on and helped Mary Beth to come in.
The bathroom could look old and void of conveniences but one thing I knew for sure – it was scrupulously clean. And I didn’t need anything else but the tub and the shower; I brought my things with myself.
“Don’t be so tense,” I recommended when easing the cross-dresser’s frail body to the tub. The water ran from the faucet and drained down to the hole with the pleasant purling. Mary Beth sat a kind of lopsidedly, partly on his ass, partly on his thigh, with his arms wrapped around his knees and his face was turned to me all the time, while I made the temperature of water appropriate and took the shower from the hook. The wings of his narrow straight nose were fluttering. He was in pain, I knew it. His limbs had to get dead stiff by the time I came – and now blood was returning to them. He will have more of it when they get warmed with the water. But there was not only pain in his eyes, even though for last twenty four hours he learned more of it then probably ever – and will learn more too soon.
“Wanna drink?” I filled my palms with water and brought it to his face. His hands were of no use now. He clang with his mouth to it – swallowing, gulping greedily, his lips soft and warm on my skin. I gave him more – why not? It meant nothing on the long run of this night.
When he finished and looked at me again the worried questioning expression in his eyes became even more visible.
“Will…” he licked his lips once more, as if delaying with the moment when he would get to know inevitable – and still he was not able to refrain from this question, of course. “Will I be allowed to go… soon?”
During all this time I asked myself on and on what was better, what was more correct – to tell them the truth and watch how they go mute, unable to accept it at the first second, and then become hysterics? Or to lie – to be mild with them as I tried to be mild with them in everything else? And I only half-lied, you see.
“A little more of sex pleasures from you sweet toy,” I murmured under my breath. I ran the shower over Mary Beth, seeing with satisfaction how the layers of sperm melted and disappeared from his skin. His wet hair looked funny, sticking to his skull. “You can stand it, can’t you?”
It was what he was doing for living – stand sex. I looked at his lashes flopping up and down under the streams of water. It took several moments before he raised his eyes to me again and said:
“Yeah, sure.”
“That’s the girl,” I smiled approvingly. “Nah, no girls tonight.” I held some water and washed his face with my palm pressing it firmly to clean the residuals of his barbaric make-up. “Now you are a good boy, aren’t you?”
There was no mirror for him to check it – but my eyes were his mirror. It was strange how quickly they all start looking at me in the search of answers. But it was right; I had to become his last answer.
“Spread your legs,” I asked him, “I have to wash your basket.”
He did it with hesitation. I didn’t touch him – just the flow of warm water on his visibly swollen balls and bruised cock. He was uncircumcised and his pubic hair was the same black and fluffy as his head hair.
“Now stand on your fours.”
He watched me when I was filling the enema bag. There was no fear in his eyes – I guess he used to do it to himself. And it was just a usual enema, nothing more.
“Are you Spanish?” I asked it conversationally while looking at him standing in this funny pose in the tub. He did look attractive and vulnerable – with his narrow back and slim hairless limbs, with this small ass stuck up. I asked because he had so pale skin and so dark, almost raven hair.
“I am half-Italian,” he answered looking to my face.
“That’s nice.” I didn’t mean it was nice that he was half-Italian, it related to his smooth tender crack I reached to now. His anus looked soft and bright, a bit raw after the previous night but whole in any case. A sweet and neat anus, almost as neat as if no thick dicks ever split it open. But when I probed it with my finger the muscles relaxed readily letting me in.
“For how long do you take cocks up there?” I asked. I felt the sphincter around my finger clamping a little.
“For three years.”
“Do you like it?”
“No… I mean… No.”
His glance was wary – as if he feared he could say something I wouldn’t like. I continued to look at him with the same gentle expression, rotating my finger inside him. Then I took it out and pushed the hose of the enema in.
“Do you like doing it with your mouth better?” I spoke to him while the water was leaking into his guts.
“Yep.”
“Then you’ll do it with your mouth for me, won’t you?”
There was a tiny pause before he answered:
“Yes. Yes, I’ll do.”
I could take whatever I want without asking him. But at the same time it was not what I come here for. That’s why I always asked. They never refused. I even didn’t have to say: “I will be kinder to you then,” – because it would be a lie anyway.
“And do you like girl’s clothing?”
If I was bringing any discomfort to him with the enema his face didn’t reveal it.
“I guess…” I saw him biting his lip and wincing slightly with the pain of a split on it. “I guess I do. In any case – if I play a girl I should dress like one.”
“Are these your words?”
He shrugged.
“Who was your first lover?”
“My father.”
“Is he your souteneur?”
“No. He died.”
“And who is?”
“Gabriele. He is just a pimp.”
“Has many like you?”
“Some.”
“You don’t use drugs?” When hoisting him I didn’t notice the traces on his arms.
“I… Just a little.”
“What color was your skirt?”
“Golden leather.”
“Did you have lipstick?”
“Yes.”
“Red?”
“Yes.”
For a moment I grinned imagining the vision of the young hustler in the electric-light street – startling brightness of the narrow stripe of his skirt, easy tapping of his high-heeled sandals, whiteness of his face and the scarlet wound of his painted mouth on it.
“That’s all,” I said taking the hose out. The clamp was still shut, however. “We’ll wait ten minutes. And meanwhile…” I nodded a bit. “Stand on your knees hon. Can you put the rubber with your mouth?”
He could. I let out my heavy organ and gave him the condom and in no time at all his warm lips were enveloping it. He was a pro – I didn’t have to pull his head closer. In three or four attempts he let my cock behind his gag reflex and then the movements of his head went smoothly and sliding. His eyes were squinted shut – and I kept my own lids half-mast.
I liked the sight. Mary Beth’s dark head was bobbing over my crotch while he kneeled obediently in the tub, his thin shoulders beaded with the drops of water – and more water was splashing on the cloth of my jeans. The whore looked so fragile in comparison with my own muscular frame – child-like. He was a lot older than my children, however.
“Okay, okay, you are fine, you are great baby,” I muttered when feeling that my release was close. I saw a short flickering of his velvety eyes when he looked up at me – and then my cock twisted and pulsed out in his mouth. In the rubber, of course – but still it was a good sensation, long and deep enough.
I flashed the thing to the toilet after that and turned to Mary Beth. It was time for him to clean up, too – and it was time, really. I could notice he didn’t feel too good anymore with the filling inside him.
I repeated the procedure after he had voided his bowels – for a shorter time, however. Then I looked at my watch and I knew we had to hurry.
“Aren’t cold any more?”
He shook his head. I rubbed the towel over his light body gently and over his hair with more pressure. He didn’t have time to get it dry – but it didn’t matter much. I brushed him anyway – so that his locks looked shiny and clean. Then I hastily changed my own clothes.
I was not the one who liked it! No, true, I would like to do my work in my usual shirt and jeans; they didn’t have to look at me during the performance. But they wanted me to be impressive. They wanted as much for their money as they could get. So, I stripped and squeezed myself into the tightest black leather pants I could put on in any case. Well, when I was in – yeah then I could agree I looked like something. Even if a bit showy. With these scars and tattoos covering my chest and back. The leather pants were the only thing I had to wear. And it was much, taking into account that Mary Beth had nothing.
The kid stood facing me, with his arms limp along his body, not trying to cover himself. Even without make-up his face was startling – with these enormous eyes in the deep shadows of the sockets, with sable-like brows and brightly outlined mouth that could be so very sensual if it were not so beaten by now.
I could read his anxiety in his eyes turned to me. What did he think looking at my bare chest, at the taut leather on me? He was afraid. But not so much afraid as he could have been if he knew. And there was something else in his eyes, something I hardly believed I saw – but I had seen it before, too. There was dependence.
“Come with me Mary Beth,” I said. “You have to come.”
“What is your name?” he asked suddenly. I stumbled for a moment. Then I said, I said the truth:
“Rodion.”
“You won’t leave me, Rodion?” he asked in a voice so small that I barely could hear it. He repeated my name right.
“No Mary Beth,” very swiftly I ran my fingers over his forehead. “You can be sure. I’ll be with you till the very end.”
* * *
I knew where to look when I entered the place – and both my eyes and my bare feet were used to it. I guided Mary Beth by his elbow. And looking awry at his face I saw how his lashes fluttered when we were on the scene.
Well, it was not a real scene, of course. Just a kind of support in front of several arm-chairs. Six of them, exactly. Sometimes there were fewer. Never more than six. The places were already taken.
I didn’t look at the faces, didn’t try to discern them – that was not so difficult, even though the scene was lit and the audience shadowy. I think Mary Beth could recognize them very well – he saw every one of them yesterday night; there were others, their friends, too, then, however.
“On,” I whispered this word pushing the little slut forward slightly. He stumbled. He looked back at me and I saw his lips starting verbalizing one question:
“What…”
But then we were in the circle of light.
They didn’t clap their palms; not in the begging, at least. By the end of the night, when their spirits rose, they would be much more outspoken. Now they only looked at us and even though I knew they saw me times before and I used to it I still could feel the unpleasant palpable quality of their stares. I dug my fingers deeper into Mary Beth’s shoulder.
“Close your eyes bird,” I said. I didn’t want screaming and thrashing to start right now. Only when it will be too late.
As if it were not too late now.
His lids lay down obediently. He didn’t see how I pushed the button and the device lifted to the scene from under the floor. I walked him to it and he still didn’t look. Because I told him not to.
It was a cross. Not a kind of cross for the crucifixion but X-like, made of solid wood and with the most durable cuffs on each edge of the cross-bars. It was a rack. It could be put vertically or horizontally or under any desirable angle. It stood upright now.
I led Mary Beth there. I watched his face askance – whether it would distort when he felt the emanations coming from the thing. It was washed clean and clear after every time, scrubbed and brushed and disinfected. And still it had to be there, you know; it doesn’t go anywhere. But the transvestite slut was not the one who could sense it.
“Turn around,” I said quietly, audibly only for him, not for the audience. He did. He stood in a couple of inches from the instrument and he didn’t know it.
“Raise your hands and spread your arms,” I ordered. He obeyed me even before it struck his mind what implication this order could have. But then it was too late. I seized his wrists in the shackles and locked them.
“Hey!..” these gorgeous eyes, now wide with the sudden fear, opened at once. He was fast in starting flailing – but I was faster. I glided down to the floor and fixed his ankles in the same implacable manner his wrists were held. “Let me… Let me go! Why…”
I stood up and looked at him. At that moment in Mary Beth there was no more this weird charm of a rabbit hypnotized by a boa. He looked like the most ordinary teen – naked and spread-limbed, twisting in the manacles wildly. A pretty kid, surely – with his slender alabaster-like body and dark patches of hair in his crotch and under his arms. But I preferred him frozen and docile, to tell the truth. Well, I was going to put him into that state again very soon.
His head was flopping up and down wildly and he babbled:
“Oh come on… what’s that? Why that? What d’you wanna? It’s… it’s…”
I turned the lever behind the rack and the shackles pulled his hands up sharply.
Actually, I made several turns at once – for he was not tall, really – and when the cables pulled the cuffs they yanked Mary Beth up roughly. He gasped. This short “Oh” made a break for the meaningless chatting. He was standing on his tip-toes. I turned again and again – until his feet left the ground completely. And then even more, pulling the cables of the ankle shackles down. Yes, that’s how it worked. Then the inevitable happened and his body started being stretched in four different directions.
“God…” it was an exhale, not really a word from Mary Beth. I looked at him. He hanged by his hands now – and the shackles on his ankles pulled him down, already painfully. Then I turned the lever once more and he yelped.
I looked at his body that seemed to become somehow longer – stretched and narrow, with his rib-cage looking like a dome and his abdomen incredibly hollow. He was panting. I could see the thin film of perspiration appearing on his very pale skin. When I met his eyes there was a real fear in them. Real, I mean. I know how it looks like.
He followed my hand with his gaze when I reached for the lever once more.
“No… Don’t…”
I turned again, he screamed and then choked. You can’t virtually scream when you are stretched this much. For a moment his head fell down – then he tossed it back and I saw his throat trembling in torment. I stooped for my bag and took out a bunch of pins.
Sometimes when one of those whom I was doing on the rack screamed too much or cursed or behaved with especial indignity I was ordered to gag him. But with Mary Beth, I guessed, it was not this kind of case. We were going to get his every cry or moan or gasp – so far, at least.
Even in the searing pain of stretching he still noticed what I had in my hand and his mouth quivered desperately. Maybe, he was going to plead – or, maybe, he already started understanding it was completely useless. I took his left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and tweaked it slightly. My, it was not easy! With his tits being so tiny naturally and because his skin was so taut now I could hardly do it. I saw I was leaving the dark spots with my fingers around the golden-brown tender circle. I worked it up a little, sensing how my Mary Beth held his breath in – and that’s when I drove the pin right through it.
You see, these were not just clothespins. I have three sets of them – 2″, 3″ and 4″-long, thicker than usual pins and not too sharp. I mean, I blunted them on purpose, so that it took some strength from me to stick them.
The little whore’s shriek was short and heart-breaking. I took another pin from my mouth – I hold them like that – the ones I need now – like a tailor – and pushed it through the same nipple, only not downwards but obliquely. There was no much blood – just very minute trickles from where the points were coming out. I put two more pins in this tit and four of them in his other one.
Oh dear if you think there can’t be pain like this you are wrong.
He was giving a nice cry for every pin coming through his flesh – and as I did it slowly he had enough time to get breath for making sounds. His skin became slippery with sweat – and his face was wet – but with tears. The pretty prostitute was weeping with pain.
When I stuck the 4″-long pin through his left ball he went limp. Not really unconscious because his lashes were still trembling – but kind of slack, as if his bones and muscles became dead. I cupped his balls – with the ugly pin piercing one of them – nice warm things, with the very wispy curly hairs on them. I didn’t squeeze. I just held them for a little while. Then I put in another pin and Mary Beth was with us again, in his fearful misery.
I stuck ten pins into his balls and the same amount of 3″-long ones through his cock, all over from the head to the base, careful not to pierce his urethra – you’ll see soon why. By this time his shrieks became much less loud, reminding harsh moans instead. When I finished with his penis and straightened I saw his face. It looked like a mask – so pale that it seemed yellowish, glistening with sweat and tears – not a pretty face. The tiny trickles of blood from the pin-holes on his chest and genitals streamed together and now the first drops of blood splashed on the tile floor under the rack.
I stepped back to let the watchers review what I had done. I didn’t look at them. But I heard them – shifting, relaxing, perhaps starting bringing pleasure to themselves. I heard Mary Beth’s breathing, too – even though he was almost unable to make any great noise by now his sobs were very audible, harrowing.
I put my palm on the stretching lever and turned it once more. There was something that was making me sick when I saw how his rib-cage stuck upwards even more and his limbs, unbearably drawn out, started vibrating, as if on the verge of tearing. He made a harsh howl, hardly imaginable for the dainty creature like he was.
Now I was going to start the water torture.
I knew they were getting right crazy when watching it; they never had enough of it… It was a big part of my services I was paid so generously for. So, I pushed another button and my appliances appeared on the scene.
I doubted that Mary Beth followed me with his eyes lucidly by now. His head was either sagging or leaned back and then I could see some spit leaking out of his mouth. His lovely-colored irises were so black and kept being like this – it was almost frightening. When I approached him with the hoses he made a short inhale. He already knew he had to expect pain and nothing except pain from me, whatever I had in my hands.
I pushed another lever and the rack flopped down – horizontally. I looked at the trickles of blood changing their directions on Mary Beth’s ch0

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The following story was NOT written by me, it was written by Howdy Doody from Johnie’s Stories and Poems website, in the Archives section ( http://www.xs4all.nl/~johnie/stories/stories.html )

Fantasm

Humiliation

I have been so excited since we agreed to meet. With my husband going out of town for four days, it seemed like the perfect time. After some emails and a couple phone calls, I feel pretty comfortable with you and I’m pretty sure you will be perfect to introduce me to the “ins and outs” of pain and humiliation. Despite this, I am terribly nervous. I have done as instructed, and made sure I am shaved and clean, worn heels, thigh high stockings, a very short skirt, and a see through blouse, and panties but no bra. My nipples are hard and my heart is pounding as I walk into your hotel suite.
You made it clear on the phone that I should not introduce myself, as you would have no need to know my name, and that I was to address you as SIR or MASTER at all times….but the silence while you looked at me was uncomfortable and I began “Hi, SIR, I’m…”….”Shut up you fucking bitch.” I don’t think I realized how suddenly we would move into our roles, without even a minute to start feeling comfortable. “Get over here so I can inspect you.” When I get close, you tell me to bend over and grab my ankles. You kick my feet apart to spread my legs and I can feel my panties getting wet. You pull them down a bit and check to make sure I am smooth before pulling them back up. You then pull off your belt and begin spanking my ass with it. Even through my panties I can feel the sting, and when you land a couple blows on my thighs and couple between my legs, I cant help but gasp in pain. That seems to please you and you finally stop and tell me to get on my knees in front of you. After pulling open my blouse, you pinch my nipples until i cry out. I can see your cock straining to be released from your pants, and as I react to your pinches and slaps to my nipples it just seems to grow larger. You reach over and take the clips from the table and slowly clamp one on each nipple….and then you take them off and re-clamp them….the pain is so intense that I whimper “please SIR, that is too tight, the pain is too much….” SLAP. You smack me across the face. “I did not give you permission to speak, you little worthless piece of trash, I decide how much pain is enough.”
YOu then tell me to take off my panties and you proceed to wipe my dripping cunt with them and then shove them in my mouth. My nipples still throbbing, I watch you attach a long bar to both of my ankles, so that I can no longer close my legs. After a couple of good hard slaps to my pussy, you pull me up by my hair and bend me over the side of the couch. You slide into my wet pussy and pump a couple times. It feels so good, I am a little sad when you pull out. You put me back on my knees and tell me to suck you clean, then lick your balls, then tongue your ass “stick your tongue out farther, you stupid cunt.” At one point you shove your cock so far down my throat that I gag and pull away. You seem to want me to gag, so you do it again, but when I pull away again, I can tell you are mad. “Listen, whore, you do not decide what you want me to do. You may pull away from me, but you are going to wish I was down your throat in a minute….” You pull me up and bend me back over the side of the couch. I am relieved. Your cock felt so good in my pussy, I am ready for some more….And then I feel the tip lightly rubbing against my asshole….
We had agreed in the emails and on the phone that since I had never tried it, anal would be off limits until the time (if ever) I felt comfortable. When I start to remind you of this, you just grab my hair, yank my head back, and slap my face “shut up, bitch.” Without letting go of my hair, you slowly push the head of your dick inside my ass. I groan and begin to struggle, but I am pinned between you and the couch. You groan at my movement and my begging “Please, no… Take it out…I cant do this…you promised…it hurts too much…you can put it back in my throat….” You laugh as you pull out “I told you you would be begging for it in your throat…too bad its too late…” You let go of my hair, spread my cheeks with your hands and without any warning, thrust all the way in. I cry out in pain. As you pump, it feels like I am being torn apart. My struggles are useless and just seem to inflame you. When you pull my head back and see the tears running down my face it makes your cock throb. “So, slut, you want my cum in your ass or on your face?” When I don’t answer, you pull out and shove me to my knees in front of you. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. “You answer when I ask you a question, do you understand slut?” I nod and you slap me again. “That’s ‘yes, master, I understand’. You are nothing and you had better learn how to treat me with respect.” With that you spit in my face, slap your dick against my face a couple times, and then grab the back of my head and force your cock down my throat. What had gagged me before was nothing. This time you are brutal, ramming it home while tears streak down my face. You plug my nose so that in addition to gagging I cannot breath, and it seems to push you over the edge. “drink it, bitch.” You cum so much, I can hardly keep up. When you are done, you finish up by wiping your dick clean on my face. With the bar still keeping my legs apart, you tell me to get on all fours near the couch. I will be your table until you decide differently.
As you get dressed, you call room service and order yourself some dinner. When it arrives, you invite the man in and tell him to go ahead and put the plate on my back. I am horrified. When I look up, the young waiter looks shocked but he also has a large grin and he does as you say. You say very clearly to me “you had better be still, because if you spill any of my dinner, you will be severly punished.” I can only imagine how bad a punishment from you would be and I brace myself so you will not be dissappointed. As the waiter is about to leave, you ask him if he would like to make $100. When he nods, you tell him that while you eat all he needs to do is put a clamp on my clit, drip some of the wax from one of the candles down my ass and onto my pussy, and make you a dirty martini with 4 olives. While I do my best not to move, he comes over a little hesitant but wanting the money, spreads my outter lips and lets the clamp go onto my clit. I gasp and cry out. “Owwwwww. Oh, please….that hurts….” He looks suprised and worried until you laugh and pat him on the back and say “perfect.” With a little more confidence he grabs a candle and starts by dripping some wax on my ass cheeks. He waits a sec to let the wax gather and then carefully pours it down the crack. The burning trail runs over my raw ass and down through my pussy lips and pools a bit at the recently attached clip. My crying, whimpering and ragged breathing do nothing as the two of you joke a bit while he fixes your martini. As you have finished your meal, you give him the money, ask him if he is working tomorrow, and thank him as he leaves. “where were we…oh yes, my martini…” You pull out two olives and easily push them into my ass. You sit back on the couch and rest your feet on me as you sip your drink. You make a couple calls and watch a bit of tv, occasionally kicking, pinching, or slapping me. At one point you ask me if I am hungry. “Yes SIR.” You laugh and say, “well then I guess you can take those olives out of your ass and eat them.”
That night, before you go to bed you bind my wrists and run the rope through my ass cheeks and pussy lips and tie it around my neck. If I move my arms too much, it tightens around my neck. keeping the bar between my ankles, you make me kneel in the bathtub. You take my long forgotten panties, dunk them in the toilet, push them in my mouth and tape my mouth shut. “Good night, whore.” The next morning I open my eyes as you turn on the light. You look at me and smile. Removing the tape and panties, my cramped jaw feels much better. I notice you have a raging hard on and when you tell me to open my mouth, I do as I am told. Putting my mouth around your cock, you suddenly start to piss. “drink it all, you fucking piece of meat.” I try, but there is so much, some of it runs down my chin. You pull out just before you are done and let the last bit wash down my face. Shaking the last drops into my mouth, you say “now, about my hard-on….”

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A Kidnapped Woman For Sale!

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Craving That Bitch | Chapter One

This doesn’t go into much detail about the past. If you want to know more about the past, check out the preview chapter I wrote called “Characters and Places”. DISCLAIMER*** This contains strong sexual fantasies including rape, torture and much more. If this makes you sick, please turn around. If this excites you, please stay.

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Lady Vixen

Chapter One
I don’t really know why I am here. Oh, I chose to be here, and I want to be here, but I don’t for the life of me know why now of all times, I finally decided to convert a fantasy into a reality. But here I am – for better or worse. It is my choice, and I made it freely and willingly. And any minor regrets I am having I will deal with. I will!
Where is here? I am in my “Master’s Dungeon”. Well in truth, I guess it is his basement, converted with some dark cloth on the walls, a few racks, and tables, and several implements of pain and other delicious looking toys. But for all intents and purposes, it is the “dungeon”. The place where my “lessons” will take place. Where my “initiation rites” will occur.
How did I get here? I had been interested in doing something about my growing needs for a long time, and I had read some time ago that “pain is close to pleasure”, and “that there is a fine line between pleasure and pain”. Both of those silly, over-used clichéd statements intrigued me though, why lie. I had known for some years that my sex life was lacking some spice, and after many thoughts, and several fantasies, I decided this might be one way I could get some spice back. I don’t think I am “into pain” in those specific words, but the idea of heightened stimulation and pushing my feelings to new, extreme, limits fascinated me.
I had been aroused by images and thoughts of BDSM for some time now, and was now getting an opportunity to do more than dream. I am a 46 year old woman, (almost [for the most part]) happily married, and I have never, before tonight, ever entertained the idea of being unfaithful to my husband (ok, ok, yes …dammit, I’ll be honest, I had dreamed and fantasized before (often), but tonight was my first “real” effort at doing anything).
In the past several years I knew something was lacking in my sex life. But I just couldn’t narrow it down. I love sex, no shame in admitting that I love EVERYTHING sexual, but recently I was left wanting more. What, exactly, I didn’t know, but I knew I needed something else. The notion of a quick night time fuck, after everything else in the day had been done, usually in the dark, usually with minimal foreplay was leaving me empty. I had never refused my husband, and he did try, but after all these years he lacked imagination, and refused change. Hell, I even shaved my cunt for him once, hoping to arouse him some more, and he had the nerve to complain that he didn’t like the “smooth” feeling.
And yes, CUNT is my preferred word … CUNT, CUNT, CUNT. I was 19 when I married; a total virgin (hell, my future husband had never even seen, let alone felt, my naked tits; how dare he!), and (I am ashamed to admit) totally naïve. From that first married day, that first night he took me to bed, my husband told me I had a cunt. He said he would fuck my cunt. He said he would lick my cunt. He told me to finger my cunt. I was shocked. I was repulsed. I hated that word; I (even) hated him (temporarily). It was a disgusting word for weeks, but … I have a cunt. I now love the word, and eagerly, freely, jealously preserve my right to use that one single word – CUNT, CUNT, CUNT. My special word; my special place; my special cunt. Thank you, my dear husband for awakening me.
Before you think I am total bitch, and totally deserve all that fate awaits me, I will also say … from that first day I never refused him his sexual needs. I was just totally sheltered as a child. I really did know no better. And lest you still mock me, I will also admit I wanted to know more too. And … I was a willing, greedy, eager pupil, and, after that first rude awakening, his willing slut.
I admit to being a full-fledged 21st century person, totally addicted to the internet, and the whole Wicked Weird Web, as I quaintly call it, and I like the images and notions I am being exposed to. Some of the images available have sent my blood pressure rushing, and my cunt juices gushing, lol.
Some weeks ago, I met a guy (“AngelzDevil” is his cute non de plume) through a mutual friend, and we started talking. Or, I should say, he got me talking (to him), lol. I opened up to him like I have never talked to anyone, ever. It was only a matter of time before I was sneaking out to see him privately, and as we got to know each other, over several further meetings (casual and platonic), I found myself telling him things I had only ever thought off. And surprisingly, I longed to see him again so we could talk further. More astonishingly, I seemed almost obligated to tell him all, and then he casually told me he could show me the way to total pleasure, if I let him.
So what is “here”? BDSM is the all covering acronym for Bondage, Discipline, Sado-Masochism. Yes, in this dungeon, and . . . I am about to experience the darkest pleasures of sex.
I had arrived at his home, and we had shared a glass of wine and chatted quietly. Then he left me and went off to have a shower, with no pressure for me to join him. When he returned, wet, clean and dressed in a light robe, he invited me to also shower. I took his invitation, and spent nearly 30 minutes making sure my whole body was cleansed and prepared, paying special attention to my heavenly cunt. I do admit, I sneaked a quick finger or three into my cuntal flaps, ooohh, such was my pending excitement. When I dried off, I found he had laid out a similar looking robe, and I put it on, spending a further five minutes admiring my naked body in the full length mirror, before I demurely did it up.
Devil had then sat with me for the next hour and we had talked at length about what was going to happen. Tonight was my initiation, and nothing “intense” was planned, unless I specifically asked. One thing we had both agreed on was a “stop word” a safe word to signal the other that we had to stop. He had assured me he would respond immediately to my needs, and I trusted him. So why did I need such a precaution as a safe word? To ensure I was always in control, he said. My chosen word was “elephant”. Devil then explained that some people would just use “stop” as their stop word, but he told me that using that word was not always a good idea. Frequently people would cry out to stop, when in fact, that was all part of the act. Crying out to stop was a tease to do more, so stop was not a good word to use. And, if I was to be gagged, he then explained, I couldn’t use my stop word. He said that if I was gagged, he would hand me a red silk handkerchief. If I then dropped the handkerchief, he would take that as my signal to stop immediately. He further explained that “stop” didn’t mean pulling out, moving away or ceasing immediate action, it meant stopping what we were doing, long enough for either of us to settle, or calm down, then, and only then, would he stop. He gave me an example: “Say I was fisting your wet cunt, and at some point I hurt you, and you yelled elephant. I would know immediately to stop doing what I was doing, but I would not withdraw my hand until I knew you were in no pain, otherwise I might hurt you more. Do you understand?” I answered yes.
Having settled on my safe word, we moved on to the next step of my initiation.
In final preparation, and to calm me a little more, Devil then took me down to the dungeon, and gave me a guided tour. As he was walking around describing the toys he had, and what I might feel, he casually disrobed; then naked, he beckoned me to sit on some cushions on the floor.
We sat in the middle of the room casually discussing tonight’s plans. He was totally naked, and semi-erect, his thick, shaved cock and large foreskin were definitely beckoning to me. His pierced nipples were wickedly erect, and he sat totally without inhibition, gently stroking his cock as we talked. I couldn’t take my eyes of his thick uncut 7 inch cock. For my part, I really was relaxed sitting there, but still had a robe on. Oh, I was naked beneath, but we had agreed that tonight, nothing would happen until I was ready, and my signal of readiness was to disrobe fully. When, and if, I stood, and stripped, only then would the “fun” begin. I was in control he reminded me again.
My own tits had already gotten erect, partly due to the cold air in the basement, but also definitely because of the impending activities, which we were now discussing, and my cunt was already moist in anticipation.
Oh, lol, my name is Celeste.
Devil then explained the different varieties of “roles” we could play, together with some of the other terminology used, especially explaining to me the difference between a “top” and a “bottom”. Tonight he, as the “aggressor” or dominant player, was going to be the “top”, the one in charge, and I was to be the “bottom”, the submissive one.
He then told me a few more things to set the mood. BDSM has several varieties, the BD part is “bondage & dominance” or “bondage & discipline”. The SM part is “sadism & masochism”, also known as D&S, which is “dominance & submission”. Tonight, he was going to let me choose my own desire, but he had also warned me that if I came back for more, I would not be given the luxury of choosing. He would be in total control of any future sessions.
“Did I agree?” he asked me quietly.
“Yes,” I answered quickly.
“Yes, what?” He said slowly.
Yes, I agree”. I said, wondering what he was asking me.
“Listen, bitch.” He snapped. “I am the master here, and I will be treated with respect at all times. I answer to Master, Sir, or even Sire, but nothing else. I will ask you only once more, if you agree, and I expect your answer to reflect your respect. Do you clearly understand?”
“Yes . . . Master,” I replied, finally understanding what he was implying. I felt shivers go up my spine, and instead of being offended at his crude name for me, I was more excited.
He then explained that in the B&D part , we could “role play”. For example, “Slave/master, harem girl/sultan, little girl/daddy, student/teacher”. He was happy to do any of these with me, he said, and tonight he wanted me to choose. He also said that although S&M was often associated with pain and hurt it was also called “Sex Magick” by some people, and those people said it was like taking a fantasy and turning it into reality, creating a magical space in which your desires can come to thrilling life!
I knew I wanted more, and frankly, I wanted it all.
I told him I wanted to be his sub tonight. And that I was willing to try some extreme things.
He looked at me, smiled, and nodded. And at that I stood, disrobed, and stood defiantly naked.
Chapter Two
My nipples were rock hard, my cunt already dripping, as I stood silently waiting.
Devil stood, and walked over to me. He stood in front of me and looked me up and down. His eyes took in all of my body. He looked at my tits, “C” cup sized, my hard nipples, and my not thick, but not thin, light brown bush. He walked around and stopped. Looking at my ass? Then he returned, and his hand reached out and he stroked my left tit.
I waited in anticipation, and I wasn’t disappointed. He initially stroked my nipple softly, then pulled it hard, then stroked my breast softly, and slapped it also. He stung, but it felt so good. I shivered in desire. His hand moved to my other breast and he repeated his same actions, and again I felt my spine tingle. His hand moved down over my belly, and I felt him reach my cunt. Like before a gentle rub, then a startling slap.
I was shaking, but hoping for more.
“Little slut,” he said. “Tonight, I will introduce you to the pleasures and pains of dark sex. Do you agree?”
“Yes I do,” I answered, and almost immediately he struck me on the tit.
“Yes … Master,” I said. “Sorry, master.” He then reached for my tits, taking one nipple in each hand, and started to twist and pull. The pain was minimal, but the excitement was intense. He pulled and twisted my tits, looking straight at me, defying me to whimper, or cry. I did neither, I smiled. After about five minutes of torturous pulling and twisting, he released my screaming nipples. My tits felt like dead weights, and I felt a surge of blood enter into each tit.
“Kneel, slave,” he commanded, and I quickly obeyed him.
He stood directly in front of me, his now very erect cock pushing towards my face. He took hold of my hair, and pushed his cock towards my mouth. I opened my mouth, and he pushed his stiff cock in. I closed my mouth and started to suck his thick, throbbing cock, and I swear within 10 seconds he blew his load, pushing his cock hard into the back of my throat, preventing me from withdrawing, by holding tight to my hair. I sucked his cock seed down, and then licked his knob dry, as his cock shrunk.
“Very good, slave,” he said. “I always like to lose a quick load, so that I can take more time to enjoy myself later. Stand, slut”
I stood, and he ushered me over to the rear wall. Along the wall were a series of chains, ropes and other restraints. He stopped in front of some chains, paused, and selected one, and put a dog-collar around my neck. Attached to the collar was a six foot thin chain. With the collar firmly closed, he then took the chain and proceeded to lead me around.
I said nothing, nor was I expected, or permitted to, and I waited patiently. He stopped again, this time in the middle of the room and took my thin chain, and reached overhead. Attached to the ceiling of the room was a further chain, and he attached my small chain to this large one, pulling tightly to ensure I was nearly suspended. I now stood, very carefully, contained, in the middle of the room, and waited for his next move.
He walked behind me, but the tautness of the restraint prevented me from watching him. Along the rear wall were also some cupboards, and closets, and a set of drawers. I heard him rummage through a couple of drawers, and I heard a door open and close.
He came back to me, and immediately pulled a thick black blindfold over my eyes. I was now TOTALLY at his mercy. I was in total darkness, the blindfold covering not only my eyes, but my cheeks as well. And it was pulled down over my ears, muffling sounds close to me too. As he left me again, I felt his hand brush along my side, and flick at my ass.
I don’t know how long I stood there, maybe five minutes. I couldn’t hear anything, nor sense anything either. I don’t know what he was doing, I don’t know if he was just standing there. But I knew when he returned. His hand slapped out and stung my ass. I jumped. Then his hand caressed my ass soothingly, then slapped again. I jumped again. He came up behind me, and I felt his hands come around my body, and cup my breasts. I have large nipples and he took each nipple in a hand and started to tease and pull on them again. Then he stopped and kissed my back, slowly. He started kissing from just below my neck, down to, but stopping at, the crack of my ass. Soothing, slow kisses. His hands followed his kisses and my whole back tingled as he caressed me.
My hands were not restrained, but I thought it prudent to keep them by my sides, and therefore just stood there, suspended by the collar, as he played with my back. His lips kissed lower and I felt him kiss the crack of my ass. Mmmmmm. Then I felt his hands follow, and part my ass cheeks. His fingers caressed lower until he was now stroking my asshole. Then I felt him push a finger into my asshole. He stopped and again, moved away out of range. One thing I do know, he was taking his time, and he was not in any way hurting me. Oh yes, the tit play was a bit rough, but I was eager to do that. What I still didn’t know was what he had in mind for later.
When he returned, again after a couple of minutes, he grabbed my hands and started to push them behind my back, then I felt the unmistakable coldness of handcuffs as he securely, roughly cuffed my hands. Now I was well and truly restrained, and I felt my heart beat faster. I still felt ok though, and wasn’t panicking. But I have to tell you, sight and sound depravation is eerie.
“Slave?” I heard him say.
“Yes, master?” I replied.
“Good Slave, I see you remembered your manners.” He chided. “It is now time to enter into your second phase of your punishment and reawakening. Are you ready to do as I command?”
“Yes master,” I eagerly replied, not a hint of fear in my strong voice.
The whip stung me!
He whipped me on the lower left tit, just below my nipple, and I knew I would welt there; I felt it rise already, and involuntarily I let out a gasp.
The whip stung again, my right tit now, and this time I let out a cry.
“Listen slut,” he hissed. “A good slave does not offend her master. Any more outbursts and I will punish you. Do you understand?”
A third strike of the whip suddenly silenced me. He had whipped me in between my legs, right at the mouth of my cunt. I knew if I cried or whimpered, I would receive more. I wasn’t going to make any more noises.
I was now standing very alert in the middle of the room, Hanging by my neck, blind and near deaf, and shackled with my hands behind my back, and naked.
He came close to me, and I could feel his hot breath as he lowered his head along the front of my body. He stopped and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, then bit. He repeated with the other nipple, and again my nipples started to tingle. His kisses continued down across my belly, and he reached my pubic hair. I felt his tongue as he licked at my hair, and then he kissed me on the cunt lips.
All of a sudden I felt my collar release from the ceiling, and he took the collar chain and started to walk. He led me to one of the chairs against the wall, and sat me down. There was a small indent in the back of the chair so that my hands weren’t pushing against my back or the chair. But as I sat I also felt that there was a gap in the base of the chair, and the way the chair was designed I had to spread my legs to sit.
As he positioned me, I also felt him bind my legs to the chair. Fuck, now I was starting to worry.
“Slave,” (possibly sensing my fears rise) he said, “This chair allows me, your master, to explore you deeply. It was specially built to allow me total access to your hidden jewel. If you relax, you will enjoy this pleasure.”
Then I felt him lower me back so that I was now lying almost horizontally, with my legs spread open and my cunt in total view. His hands started brushing the tops of my legs, and playfully pulling my pubic hair. And I will admit it, I was getting wetter by each touch. I then felt his fingers enter my cunt. First one, then two. And he started fingering my fuck hole deep. I was lying blind and helpless, exposed and decadent, and he was finger fucking me deeply; and I wanted to beg for more, but dared not speak.
Then I felt him thrust both of his fingers into my mouth. He wanted me to lick and clean the cunt juices from his fingers, and I obliged.
“Good,” I heard him say, and then he moved off again.
Nothing he had done so far had lasted very long, and it was almost as if he was just getting me “warmed” up for something, or else he was trying to get me to the point where I would let him do anything without complaint. (In all of our talks, he never did tell me exactly what he had planned for me).
‘Oh my fucking God’, I silently though when I felt the first tit clamp roughly clench my left nipple, then he did the same with my right and I had my tits well and truly compressed by those monster clamps. Then I felt him roughly grab my left tit, and he started to tie my tits up. I felt the rope grip my skin and he pulled tighter and tighter, and my tits nearly exploded, as he completed the first, then second tit. Now my tits were tightly tied and clamped, and they fucking hurt. Was this what I was supposed to feel? Was it time to yell ‘elephant’ yet, I wondered?
But as he walked away and left me, a strange thing started happening. The pain I knew to be very real, became replaced by a tingling electric-like sensation, and my tits started to feel like they were humming and vibrating. Mmmmm. I was beginning to like this feeling. Was that what was meant by “pain is close to pleasure”? I lay back totally relaxed, uncaring that my cunt was exposed, and dripping, tits burning, and I sighed a happy sigh. This was truly extreme, and intense, but so erotic too.
Chapter Three
Even though I was blindfolded, I closed my eyes in calm contentment. My tits were no longer shrieking, but rather they felt warm and erogenous. My cunt was wantonly displayed, and dripping harder. And my master was silent again. I was left to ponder my own feelings.
“Slave slut,” he said, waking me from my reverie. “It is now time to teach you the ways of a “bottom”. Are you ready to enter my domain and subject yourself to my pleasures, that you might also heighten your own?”
“Yes Master,” I willingly said, unafraid, and feeling very excited.
He heaved me up, and undid the shackles around my legs. Oh, the silent sigh as I could bend them again, and then he helped me to stand. ‘Fucking Hell’, I quietly thought again, as I stood. My tits let out a new agonizing shriek as I realized he had put weights on my tit clamps and I was now feeling my nipples pull and scream as I stood. Fuck, they hurt, I thought. And then he slapped my tied tits. New pain exploded out of my nerve endings.
“You little cunt,” he said menacingly, “I heard you make a noise. Are you really so eager to feel the wrath of your master so quickly?”
“No, no … Master, oh no,” I quickly said, as he pulled me to stand upright. My tits were definitely sore, and I was nearly in tears, but I was also feeling my own sexual excitements finally being realized. I would not stop unless I was in total agony. I would not!
At that he roughly removed the nipple clamps, and then untied the ropes. I swear, I fucking swear that a gallon of blood entered both of my tits, and the pain and rush of blood caused me to orgasm right there on the spot. I swear it, fucking hell, I do. I nearly collapsed, such was the intensity of the orgasm, and he just laughed. He then turned me around and I felt the handcuffs come off. Was he finished I wondered?
I stood there, unrestrained (yes, I still wore the dog-collar, but he had released the chain and it hung between my tits), and I just welcomed the release. But, of course, he wasn’t finished. He removed the blindfold from me, and led me to another piece of equipment. This one was a bed like device, and he helped me lie down on it, then he took my arms, raised them above my head and I felt fresh handcuffs click shut. He repeated with my legs, and shackled them to the other end of the ‘bed’ like device. Then he placed a restraint across my forehead, and a second one across my belly, effectively binding me to the bed. I couldn’t move my head.
I tried to relax, but my tits were still tingling, and my whole body was so electrically aware, that if an ant had crawled across my belly I would have shrieked. This man, my master, never seemed to rush, and again he just left me there for more time as he went off and did god knows what. Although I now had the blindfold off, I still couldn’t really see very much.
He returned and placed a gag ball in my mouth. I looked up at him, but he remained unemotional. Then he moved away again!
I thought I smelled the sweet scent of a candle, although I couldn’t remember any burning candles when we first walked around the room together, then it hit me, oh shit, don’t tell me the bastard was going to do something to me with a candle. Fuck, what?
Was he planning to drip some wax on my body? ‘Elephant’, for fuck sakes Celeste, do not forget that word, I told myself, do NOT forget that fucking word, you might need it, SOON! Then I told myself, as I felt sheer panic overtake, the fucking bastard just gagged me, how the fuck was I going to be able to use my own safe word – oh Jesus fuck, I started to lose it.
He approached me, and I will tell you my blood pressure was racing, sky high, and still accelerating. He stopped and placed the red silk handkerchief in my left hand, then he went back to the cupboard, and returned and walked to my lower body, now carrying a tray. I couldn’t see what was on the tray, and my heart raced faster and harder. I still smelled the candle, in fact, the smell was now making me gag, or maybe that was just the fear doing that! My hand was gripping tight to the red handkerchief, when I saw him remove some ice cubes from the tray.
Ice???? I wondered, but not quickly enough. I tried to look, but the way he had restrained me prevented me from raising my head, and I felt his hands at my cunt again, and no sooner had I realized what he was going to do, than he took a cube of ice, and pushed it deep into my fuck hole. Wow, fucking wow, I thought, as I felt the intense cold attack every nerve ending in my velvet cunt. Then I felt a second large cube get pushed up and the intense cold was as stimulating as the earlier pain.
I relaxed, oh yes, and let him do to me as he chose. Mmmm. This man was good. Here I was thinking the worst, and all he was doing was playing mind games with me. Silly me. I again closed my eyes, and drifted off to a state of daydreams. He must have pushed five, or even six, large ice cubes deep into my fuck canal, and the sensation was so awesome. My mind was tranquilly flying high, and I was in a state of total relaxation, all the more so, from the initial panic I felt. I even felt a bit foolish. I bet he planned it this way just to make me frightened. When he gave me the red handkerchief, I bet he saw raw terror in my eyes.
He turned away again, and I lost sight of him.
But I couldn’t get the smell of the candle out of my mind, and even with the head restraint I now wore, I could swear the aroma was closer than it had been five minutes ago. Then out of the blue, and in a sudden shock, I felt the heat of the wax hit my left nipple. I screamed, but the gag muffled my screams. I fucking screamed aloud again, trying to push the gag out with my tongue, and I thrashed and tried to buck. I cried out in agony, and he dripped a second amount of the scolding wax on my other nipple. I couldn’t help the tears or the screams, and my whole body racked and thrashed as I yelled uncontrollably. But still I held the red handkerchief.
I remember him saying earlier, that a good Master would never use a beeswax candle, because they burn at a higher temperature, and instead he preferred to use a normal candle. I was praying to god that he was familiar with his own words. Also, he had told me that the higher you hold the candle, the cooler (somewhat) the drops will be. I could see that he was holding the candle about two feet above my tits. Oh, I was so ready to drop that fucking handkerchief.
He paused his actions, but didn’t say anything, waiting. I stopped my screams, and had settled into a light sob, when I felt more wax drip and hit my tits. Fucking hell, but this time the pain was less intense, and I didn’t scream again. Then he dripped more, and more and soon both of my nipples were totally covered in dried cooling wax. The handkerchief was still firmly held, but I was having serious regrets, and wondering if I should just stop now.
My tits were in agony, and the burning sensation seemed to go all the way to my backbone, but like before the burning subsided and a tingling commenced. My tears were stinging my eyes, my tits were burning and yet I felt a sensation start to rise. My body was tingling and feeling mildly electric again. Then he peeled the wax from my tits and a new agony occurred, only to be instantly soothed as he then placed large cubes of ice immediately onto my nipples. As he rubbed the ice into my stinging nipples, he started rubbing my tits and pulling my nipples. I wanted to scream. But not from the pain. He was sending conflicting signals to my nerves.
Oh God, this was more than intense. I really thought I should just drop the fucking handkerchief, lick my wounds, slink off into the night, and admit I wasn’t strong enough to participate in this intensity, but another part of me wanted more.
Chapter Four
What was next? Why didn’t I just drop the fucking handkerchief and be done?
My master left me yet again, but before moving off, he undid all of the restraints, including the gag. I immediately sucked in lung fulls of air, and nearly passed out from hyperventilating. I was so weak I just lay there. I didn’t care, and if he had come back and tried to whip me right now, I wouldn’t have the strength to stop him, or even try. I think I was past caring.
After several minutes I realized I needed to pee, and attempted to sit up. My tits screamed, my back roared, and my cunt was numb. What a state I was in. It took several more minutes just to sit, and there I was, legs dangling, heaving and panting, tits sagging and sore, not able to raise my head, a sorry sight, but still defiantly hanging onto that fucking red silk handkerchief. I looked around the dungeon, but couldn’t see my master anywhere. Strange, I thought?
Where could he have gone? I am sure I would have heard him leave and climb the stairs?
I don’t know what I expected to happen here tonight, and I don’t think I got what I thought I was going to get. But what did I expect? Yes, for sure, I wanted to experience the “dark” side, as I called it. Had I experienced it? Yes, I had to answer truthfully. In small doses, my master had shown me the extremities he was capable off giving, and also the extremities I was capable of receiving. I couldn’t refute that. But somehow I felt … well cheated isn’t the right word; fuck, I don’t know what word is right. Yes, I admit it, I enjoyed the pain, and didn’t even see it as pain, in the literal sense. I enjoyed the new heights of sensation I seemed to achieve after passing the pain barrier. That electric tingle and nervous energy I felt several times this evening was EXACTLY what I was expecting. So why did I feel disappointed? Did I want him to abuse me more? Did I expect to treated more like a slave? Fuck I was confused.
Was it over? Had he just left me and gone upstairs?
I stood slowly, and walked around the room. Was their a bathroom down here. I saw a couple of doors, I hadn’t noticed earlier, and cautiously went to the first of these and opened it. Nothing. A small room he obviously used for his furnace, hot water system and other mundane household matters. I turned to the second door, and paused. Did I hear a noise? I listened, trying to calm my rapid breathing. No, I couldn’t hear anything. I turned the knob slowly, quietly, though.
Fuck me!! The room was about ten by twelve, similar in design to the larger basement/dungeon, and there was my master, standing with his eyes closed, cock fully erect, being serviced by a large black man, as a young lady looked on from behind him. My master raised his head, and opened his eyes as I entered, but didn’t attempt to remove his cock from the black man’s mouth. The black man didn’t even flinch, but kept sucking, and I got a mere casual glance from the young lady, who was pounding her own cunt with a large dildo.
“Ah, Slave Celeste, I wondered if you had ran crying home, or if you were stronger than you looked. Say hello to Slave Marc, and Slave Julie.” My master leered, as Marc continued sucking my master’s stiff cock, ignoring the conversation around him. “Let me show you what total obedience is, and what you need to achieve if you wish to continue as my slave.”
I stood there mesmerized, wondering what he had in mind. Was this another test?
“Slave Julie,” my master said, calling attention to the girl sitting behind him. “Take that toy and let this worthless whore feel your wetness. Yes, my little slut, fuck his ass with it, NOW!”
She removed the dildo, and what a dildo. Easily 10 inches long, 2 plus inches thick, black and with a bulging cock knob. She appeared to be about 28 to 30, and was average height, a little overweight, and had dark long hair. Her tits were magnificent, fully 38 to 40DD, and her cunt was bald.
She stood, and walked over to Marc, who either hadn’t heard, or had chosen to totally ignore my masters words. He appeared, although kneeling, to be well over six foot, and I could see that he was firm and taught. From my position I could clearly see his cock, and although not erect, it appeared large. He must have heard because as she approached he knelt up a little, and she lowered herself to reach his ass. With seemingly no effort she pushed the dildo fully into his eager ass, and he then re-sat, pushing the cock deep into his ass. He didn’t grunt or sweat, and never missed a stroke as he continued sucking my master.
She sat back, and started to rub his back, kissing his lower back as he sucked. She reached forward a few times, and pushed on the dildo, seemingly pushing it further into his willing ass. She reached around Marc, and started to massage his nipples, then started pulling them quite firmly.
“Slave,” my master called, suddenly, and we all looked up. “Slave Julie, your master thinks your cunt is not satisfied. I can sense it. What would you do to gratify me?”
“Master,” she said, head bowed low. “Sir, may I continue to finger fuck my cunt to bring myself to orgasm? Would that please you?”
“No cunt, it would not,” he roared. “I want more commitment from you. I want you to feel my wrath. Fist your insignificant cunt. NOW.”
And she did. She sat down, and adjusted herself, then started inserting first one, then two, then eventually all four of her fingers deep into her ever widening gash. As all four fingers got lubed and inserted, she then tucked her thumb into her palm, and pushed once more. Her entire fucking hand disappeared, and instead of just sitting there, she proceeded to fist fuck her cunt, pulling her hand out and back in, in ever increasing rhythm and quickness. Not a whimper or sound came out of her mouth, and she had a look if intense concentration on her face, yet she never stopped. She was pounding her cunt.
Marc never flinched as he continued sucking my master to orgasm. I saw my master shudder, and cum. Marc took him all, and still sucked his flaccid cock. Finally my master withdrew his cock, and looked at me. “Slave Celeste, service Marc, he has been a good slave, and does deserve a reward. Marc, with that worthless cock still in place, show this slut your tool.”
Marc turned around and parted his legs. His shaved cock was immense, I kid you not. At least, and probably larger than 10 inches, and thick … and uncut. My master went over to a chair, and sat. He lit a cigarette and said to us all, “Play little slaves. Enjoy yourselves, as I rest.”
Julie continue to pound her cunt, as I walked over to Marc. He made no effort to rise, the cock still deeply in his ass, so I lowered myself until I was lying in front of him, and then I took his erect and thick cock in my mouth. It nearly didn’t fit, and try as I might I could only get the knob fully in my mouth, but that was enough. I put one hand around his thick shaft, and the other around his huge balls, and started pumping, as I licked his piss hole. His cock pulsated under my touch, and I wanted his seed, but I also wanted that cock in my cunt. Would he be able to perform for me?
Julie saw my master sitting, and cunt still firmly filled, managed to ease her body closer to him. He ignored her, as he sat smoking his cigarette, watching me suck Marc’s giant tool. Marc shuddered once, then I felt his seed hit the roof of my mouth. In a greedy frenzy, I sucked harder, and still he pumped hot seed into my mouth. I felt him trickle down my throat, and I tried to suck his cock harder into my mouth, to ensure I caught him all. Still he pumped, and still I sucked harder. He raised himself up to fuck my mouth, and still he pumped hot seed. I took him all, and licked his piss hole dry. His cock stayed hard though, and still I sucked at his cock.
Then he pulled out, and rested back, pushing the dildo back deep into his ass.
My master sat watching, then called out to Julie, “Slut, come here, and dispose of this cigarette.”
She took her hand out, and crawled over to his feet. She took the cigarette, and without wincing stubbed it out on her tit, about an inch below her nipple. She pressed the lit cigarette deep into her tit flesh, and sat there. Fuck, I though, that must have hurt, but she showed no sign of pain, and didn’t let out a sound.
“Slut Marc, that ass of yours is well fucked, dispense with the toy.” My master then called out. Marc eased up, and the dildo plopped out. Marc turned and picked up the dildo, and … sucked it. He stuck it in his mouth, and proceeded to lick and suck on it like it was a real cock.
These two slaves were willing and unhesitant to obey their master’s every command. Fuck.
I sat back, and just stared.
Chapter Five
Was my new master trying to shock me? I was seeing dominance and submission here tonight, for sure, extreme dominance and submission. These two slaves were obviously experienced slaves, but still I couldn’t help wonder what my master was trying to do. Was he trying to show me what he expected me to do? Was he trying to see if I would be repulsed?
Marc took the dildo out of his mouth, and then licked his lips, and sat back. Julie sat quietly, a definite blister and burn showing on her tit. Neither slave uttered a word, nor showed any emotion. Were they enjoying this treatment? What was their motivation?
“Slave Marc,” my master called, as he reclined casually on his chair. “Is your masculine ass-cunt clean?”
“No master, I fear that it isn’t.” Marc said simply.
“Slave Julie,” hissed my master. “Need I punish you for lapsing in your duties?”
Without answering, she crawled over to Marc, who bend over onto his hands and knees expectantly. Julie instantly lowered her head and mouth to Marc’s ass. He pushed his ass back to meet her, and she put her hands up to spread his ass cheeks further, and started licking voraciously. Then she started to use her fingers to finger his ass hole as she continued licking, and as she did, Marc pushed even further towards her. He was getting his ass sucked, licked and fingered by her, and they both seemed to enjoy it. There must have been shit particles (or more). Even if he didn’t know for sure, she must have known, and she didn’t stop or hesitate. I couldn’t believe what happened next. Julie managed to insert her whole hand into his ass, and started to fist fuck his ass.
I sat there in stunned awe.
“Slave Marc,” my master said calmly. “Your horse cock could satisfy that new slut’s cunt, yes? Then why is she sitting there alone, and not joining in?”
I took that as my cue, and moved over to Marc. Julie didn’t stop her assault, and he didn’t look like he wanted her to stop either. I wanted that well hung cock in my cunt, I won’t deny, but I was praying very deeply that my master would not demand Marc fuck my ass. I had only ever had one ass fuck, and it hurt, and that cock was only 6 inches. I could NOT take a 10 inch dick like his for sure. As I turned my ass to face Marc, he immediately took his cock and guided it into my wet, willing and throbbing cunt.
He pushed deep, fast and hard, and I felt his entire cock rip into me. Fuck he was thick and hard, but I wanted him, and knew I had finally been fucked by a real MAN. I felt his cock stretch and tickle my entire fuck canal, and I wanted him to ram that donkey dick deep and deeper. As he was fucking me, I couldn’t resist, I started pulling my tits hard. This was the fuck of a lifetime, and I was going to make it last. I had five kids shoot out of my cunt, and my husband’s cock just wasn’t giving me the same pleasure it used to. I had always dreamed of a large black cock, and now that I had one, I was going to abuse it to my desires. I have always love doggie-style fucking – the better sensation I get feeling a cock ram along what is actually the back of my fuck canal, and I love it. This man was giving me shivers of orgasms with every stroke, and I was in ecstasy.
Then I felt a finger, (Marc’s I hope?), at my asshole, and he pushed a bit, then some more, then harder, and was in. Then he started fingering my ass. Fuck. He didn’t even hurt, like the one and only time I had tried ass fucking, geez that hurt then. [Although lately, I will admit, I had been escaping to a small lake near home for some extra fun, and one of the new things I had experimented with was using bottles in my ass. That was a nice feeling, and I had got a soft drink bottle up my ass nicely, and I then fucked my ass steadily.]
So there we all were, my master reclining naked, cock in hand, watching; Julie fisting Marc deeply and furiously, Marc fucking my hot cunt for the best fuck of my life, and Marc simultaneously fingering my back hole. This was raw sex at it’s dark best. And if this was what I was seeking, I had found it.
“Slave Julie, you little slut, I need you here now,” My master said suddenly.
She pulled her hand out of Marc’s ass, and crawled over to her (our) master. “Slave, my cock needs relief, perform for me, or else I will be displeased.”
At that she knelt in front of his cock, and waited, mouth open. What was going on now, I wondered? Then he started to let out a stream of hot piss, straight into her waiting mouth. As he steadily pissed, she swallowed it all, not spilling a drop, and then she lent forward and sucked and licked the last dribbles of piss from his piss hole. Then she took his flaccid cock deep into her mouth, and started to suck. As she sucked she also started jerking his still small cock, and soon he was erect, and fucking her compliant mouth.
Marc was pounding his cock deep into my cunt, and I now knew I couldn’t have cared less if my master asked me now to do that, I was beyond silly inhibitions, and would eagerly perform for my master.
Marc seemed to stop, and pull out, and I definitely disappointed, until … oh fuck, I felt his cunt juice covered cock, push at my ass hole. No! I silently screamed, but I was definitely reluctant to speak aloud. Oh god no, I cried inside. Then I felt his cock slide deep and tightly into my ass. It fit, my god, his horse sized cock actually got up my ass, and I didn’t feel pain. Fucking hell, lol.
Oh fuck me, Marc I silently willed, and he didn’t disappoint me. He rammed harder and harder, and my ass took it all. My fucking ass took his cock to the hilt. I could feel his big black balls banging into my cunt as he fucked me relentlessly.
I looked over to my master, hoping for approval, but he was distracted. From somewhere he had found a small stiletto knife, and was easing the razor sharp blade over Julie’s naked back, as she continued sucking his cock. Then he tilted her head back, forcing her to drop his cock, and he then started playing the knife over her ample tits. As Marc continued abusing my ass hole, without any complaint from me, lol, I watched. I saw the tip of the blade nick her tit, and she never flinched. He kept rotating the pointy blade perilously close to her nipple and she sat there smiling.
He wouldn’t cut her and hurt her? Would he? I watched, feeling the horse cock rip my ass to joyous shreds, distracted by my master’s activities. He nicked her a second time, and this time she put her finger to the drop of blood that oozed, and then licked her finger. He nicked her again, and again she licked the blood. I turned away from them as I felt my own excitement rise.
My whole body racked in orgasm as I felt Marc finally come, and I knew without being asked, that I would suck his cock as soon as he pulled out of my ass, and that’s what I did. I didn’t wait to be asked, I turned and grabbed that huge dick, and started licking his head. He collapsed back on the floor, and I joined him, exhausted.
“Well children, tonight’s little lessons were useful, yes?” my master said to us all. “It is getting late, and I am tired. Shall we reconvene tomorrow night, at the same time? Are you all willing to endure more punishment for being worthless?”
None of us spoke, and my master walked out.
Marc let out a sigh, and Julie crawled over to him. “Oh darling, you were great tonight,” she said. “I was so hoping you’d see me get fucked by him, but we know we must wait. Thank you honey.”
Marc smiled, and kissed Julie. They knew each other? Friends? Couple? Married?
I crawled off without waiting for an answer. I knew I’d find out soon enough, I planned on returning.
Soon.
End of the first tale of Celeste’s new lifestyle.

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