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She had this incredibly tiny waist, round hips, a perfect little apple of an ass, and firm, high, tits that I could squeeze and suck on all day.

But she had an attitude. They all do, you know, the bitches.

See, all women are whores at heart. They keep their thighs closed tight until they've been bribed enough to spread em' for you, and even then they ration it like its gold.

I'm telling you, man, it's too much effort getting at those furry cunts between their legs. You'd spend all the time and effort complimenting them, listening to their stupid little thoughts and ideas, buying them food, candies, flowers, and paying their way into movies and shows.

And what do you get for it? If they're feeling generous maybe they'll blow you, or if you spend enough money over time they'll feel obligated to let you have a little snatch, but will they bend over whenever you're in the mood? Nuh uh!

To get that you have to be either super rich or super handsome, and even then they want "commitment". They want you to marry em' or something.

Shit. All I want to do is stick my cock up one of their holes, pump it in and out for a while, then leave. I don't want to listen to all the crap, or spend my hard earned cash. Hell, you add up the cost, and it's cheaper to hire a hooker than get a girlfriend, and it's a lot more reliable as far as pussy is concerned.

So anyway, what changed my thinking on all this happened long, long ago when I was just a young guy. I had been panting after this bitch Lori for some time, feeding her, taking her to movies, telling her how cute she was, you know, all the normal shit.

After weeks of effort I'd gotten as far as feeling her up, getting my hands into her blouse and down her pants, and she'd blown me once or twice. What I wanted, though, was to strip her naked, pound the hell out of her pussy and asshole, then go watch a baseball game.

But instead I took her to some dumb romantic movie she wanted to see, bought her dinner at a restaurant I didn't like, then, when it came time to put out she told me she had to get up early because of a test at school the next day.

Boy, was I pissed!

But I was patient, to a degree. A buddy of mine's parents were going out of town and leaving him alone at his place. He offered to let me use it to score with Lori if I thought she'd put out. So, I took him up on it, and after a lot of whining and arguing, convinced Lori it was time for some payback for all I'd spent on her.

Over the next couple of days she kept trying to back out, but I kept arguing her into it, and on the night in question she showed up, and we got to necking and groping. I got her top off and sucked on those great nipples of hers. You should have seen how hard and long they got!

I got my hand down her pants and was sliding my fingers up and down her slit, which was hot and wet, and ready, and then the stupid little whore jumps up and grabs her blouse and says she's not ready! Can you believe that shit? I was so fuckin' pissed off that if she hadn't taken off I probably would've raped the little slut.

And then I got to thinking that that was just what I should've done. Her friggin pussy wasn't made of gold. What was the big deal about spreading her legs and letting me fuck her for a little bit? It wasn't gonna hurt the bitch, least not much, and she'd probably enjoy it. I mean, I'd fucked a few girls by then, so I knew more or less what to do, you know?

So the next day, I'm at home alone...this is summer, right, and I'm in the house watching a ball game on the TV, when the door rings. Guess who?

So Lori walks in, and she's wearing this tight, tight sundress with little spaghetti straps over her shoulders, and no fuckin' bra. I could see her nipples sticking out against the thin fabric easy. She comes into the house and says how she wants to apologise, you know, for the other night.

That don't mean she's ready to spread her legs, though. I guess she figured I still had a lot of work I had to do, more crawling and paying, before she'd let me have a piece. In fact, she wouldn't even stay in the house alone with me, but insisted on going out in the back yard.

So we're in the back yard, and I'm really pissed off at her for not coming across the other night, and I'm watching her move around in this tight little sun dress that's being held up by just those two little spaghetti straps, and I'm thinking how I'd love to rip that dress off and plug the bitch right there.

"This is a nice yard," she said, looking around at the grass and bushes and trees.
"I guess," I said.
"It's got tall fences, too. I wish our yard had tall fences. Every time I try to go out in my bikini and get a sun tan the guy next door comes over and stares at me. What a perv," she sighed.
"Guess he likes to look at your legs," I said.
"He's a pervert," she sniffed.
"Why? Cause he likes to look at your legs and your tits and your ass?"
"Dennis! Don't talk like that," she said, scowling.
"Talk like what? Hell, I like looking at your ass and legs, too, and your tits."
"Stop that!" she said, stamping her foot and folding her arms across her chest.
"I don't know why it bothers you."
"It just does. It's not polite."
"Polite? I gotta be polite now? Is that why you don't fuck, `cause it's not polite?"
"I told you, I'm just not ready," she pouted.
"Ready? Listen, when I was sucking on your nipples last night they were hard as pebbles."
"Dennis!" she gasped, her face turning red.
"Well they were, and you pussy was hot and wet too."
"Stop talking like that!"
"I just wanna know why it is that I want to have sex, and your body wants to have sex, but your mind keeps saying, no, no no."
"I'm just...it's...I just don't think we should yet," she sulked.
"Well I think we should," I snapped.
"So go and fuck yourself," she sniffed.

I felt like slamming her one, y'know. Here she turns her back on me in my back yard and tells me to go and fuck myself.

"What's this for?" she asked idly, reaching up to finger a rope that was hanging from a tree branch.
"It used to have a spare tire on it so I could throw the football through," I said. "The tyre fell off. It's over there."
"Football," she sniffed. "How boring."

Well, you know, I was already pissed off before she said that, but when she said it, and with the tone of her voice, well. I was gonna say something really snotty, but then her hands on the rope kind of gave me an idea.
Well, that doesn't quite describe it. What happened was this image just blasted into my mind, this image of Lori with her hands tied up, naked, and me doing whatever I wanted.

And everything just kind of narrowed in focus, and all I could see were her hands and that rope. And then, partly as just a joke, just to get a rise out of her, and maybe partly as a turn-on, and some revenge, I came up next to her and gripped her wrists and pinned them together in one of my hands.

She looked up at me in confusion as I raised her hands, then took the rope and quickly wrapped them around her wrists.
"Dennis!" she said impatiently.

I just ignored her, grinning down at her a little as I laid the rope across one wrist, then the other. She struggled a little, scowling at me, trying to pull away, then got angry.
"Dennis! Will you stop it, you asshole! It's not funny!"
But I tied off the rope and then stood back. She glared at me angrily, pulling at the rope, trying to free her wrists, which were up above her head.
"Untie me this instant!" she demanded.
"Untie you?" I asked.
"Yes, right now. Untie it!"
"Oh. Okay."
Seeing her like that was really getting my juices flowing, and I could feel my cock starting to harden in my jeans. But I stepped up beside her and reached up to the ropes, then slid my hands down her bare arms instead, and onto her breasts.
"Dennis!" she cried.
I groped her breasts through the sun dress, squeezing and kneading the full fat titties, mashing them up and down and sideways while she struggled and pulled at the rope and cursed.
"Dennis, you stop it right now or I'll never speak to you again!" she cried.
Instead I reached to the little spaghetti straps over her shoulders and untied them. She gasped as the sun dress slid down over her chest, baring her taut breasts, then held together at her waist for a few seconds before sliding down her legs.
"Dennis!"

I just stared at her tits. I'd seen them before, but only in the darkness of the drive-in, or while parked on the side of a road somewhere, or at one of the parties we went to where most of the lights were turned off. This was the first time I'd ever seen them in bright sunlight, all naked and gleaming, the nipples so pink.

She squirmed and wriggled as she pulled at the rope, but it was tight and she couldn't pull free. She was standing there clad in just her panties, her dress bunched up around her ankles.

"Let me go!!" she cried.
"Why?" I asked, sliding a hand over her breasts.
"Dennis!"

She kicked out at me and I twisted to one side, then gripped the back of her hair and jerked it back hard. She cried out in pain, and her struggles mostly stopped as she moaned and whimpered.

I stared down at her firm breasts, now sticking out so hard and gorgeous with her back arched like it was. I held her head where it was and slid my other hand all over her tits, squeezing and caressing them, flicking my thumbs and fingers over the nipples.

Then I bent and licked at one nipple. I slid my lips around it and sucked, letting her hair go as my hand moved down to her ass and squeezed it through her panties. She was breathing heavily, moaning, and still squirming, but her nipple was getting hard real fast.

I slid my tongue over her tit, then on to the other one, sucking on that nipple as she continued to curse me and demand I untie her.

"Look at how hard and stiff your nipples are," I sneered, standing back a little as I looked down at them.
"Let me go!" she demanded.
"You like this, baby."
"I do not! Stop it and let me go!"
"Look at how swollen your tits are, how hot and ready they are."
"Stop talking like that!" she cried.
"Slut."
"I am not! I'm a virgin!"
She tried to kick out at me again and my hand shot out and gripped her hair once more, jerking it back hard. Again she cried out in pain, then started to whimper.
"You little whore," I snapped. "Think your pussy's made of gold or something? Think you're too good to fuck me?"
I cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it hard, then slid my hand down her belly to her panties and in through the waistband. I felt her furry bush against my fingers, then against my palm as my fingers sought her cunt cleft.
She squirmed and moaned and sobbed some more, begging me to let her go, but I ignored what her mouth was saying, paying attention instead to what her body was saying. Her cunt was a steamy swamp, and my finger slid right inside.
She cried out and tried to squirm back, but I held her still and forced my finger up inside her tight snatch as she sobbed harder.
"Don't! Don't! Let me gooooo!" she moaned.
I bent and sucked on her nipple again instead, chewing some too, as my finger drove up into her to the knuckle. I wriggled it around inside her as her ass jerked and shook and twisted frantically, then I pumped it in and out a couple of times.
I slid a second finger into her. She was tight, and she moaned even more, but I got it in there, and then worked my thumb up against her clit, rubbing and stroking it, pressing it back against the fingers inside her as I sucked her nipple.
She was panting and moaning, her chest heaving, her body squirming, but her cries weren't in the same tone any more. I pulled my lips from her nipple, which was rock hard, and eased her head forward, still gripping her hair tightly.
I stared into her face as I ground my thumb up and down over her clitty and twisted my fingers inside her. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth opened and closed with only little gurgles and moans escaping. I thrust my fingers up hard and deep and her mouth jerked open wide, her eyes bulging briefly.
I did it again with the same result, then started pumping her while grinding my thumb on her clitty. Her face twisted into a grimace, and her teeth clenched, then her head whipped back and her back arched and she stiffened, vibrating and shaking like a leaf in a wind storm.
I felt her pussy squeezing and sucking and spasming around my fingers, and her hips humped furiously against my hand as she grunted and gurgled in what I knew, just knew was a fucking orgasm. I was elated, filled with the sensation of conquest and victory as I stared into her face and watched it twist and jerk in spastic bliss.
"Fuckin' little slut!" I crowed as I jerked her off. "Little whore is comin' in her panties! Comin' on my fingers!"
I yanked my hand out of her panties, then jerked them down, lifting her feet briefly off the ground so she hung by her wrists, while scooping out the panties and dress. Then I let her down again as I stood up and undid my pants.
I tore my pants down to my thighs and turned her around so her ass was pressed against me.
"N...noo!" she gasped. "N...noooo! Dennnniiiiis!"
"Shut up, slut. I'm gonna fuck your twat!"
I slid my hand in between her thighs and gripped her pussy pad, mashing my fingers into it as I pulled her ass back against me. She moaned in pain, forced to back her ass up so she was bent over some.
My cock was bulging hard, and I took it in my hand and pressed it against her snatch. She kept moaning, no, no, no, but I ignored her, rubbing my cockhead up and down against her drooling cunt crack, then slowly forcing it up inside.
She twisted frantically as I got my cockhead into her, but I gripped her hips and held her still as my cock probed inside her. Then I thrust forward. She cried out, and a sob escaped her lips as my cock drove several inches deep into her furry sheath.
I felt her soft, warm, wet insides squeezing on my cock, and thought I was in heaven. I gripped her hips and shoved forward, driving my prick deeper. I felt her cherry against my prick then, and drew back slightly.
Then I thrust in hard, my mind filled with conquest as she cried out in mournful distress. My prick tore through her cherry and slid on up into her hot belly as her ass bucked and jerked against my bare hips. I growled in lust and thrust harder, deeper, not content until every inch of cock was inside her.
She sobbed weakly, bending her head as I ground my hips into her soft ass. My hands moved up and down her nude body, squeezing and groping at her breasts and crotch as I twisted my cock around inside her.
"Ain't no virgin any more, slut," I sneered into her ear. "Ready or not you got a belly full of cock!"
I slid my hand down onto her abdomen, rubbing it back and forth. "Can you feel it, slut?" I hissed. "Can you feel my cock way, way up in your belly?"
I twisted my ass a little, twisting the cock inside her, and she groaned and whimpered.
"I can feel your guts around my prick," I growled. "I can feel your blood moving and your heart pounding."
I drew back slowly, pulling a couple of inches out of her furry snatch. I looked down between her soft round buttocks and watched it come out all wet and gleaming, then thrust in hard. Lori cried out as my cock jammed up into her, then moaned again as I twisted it around in her guts.
"Slut," I taunted. "Little slut coming in her panties! Little slut coming on my fingers! Little slut with her belly full of cock meat!"
I licked along the underside of her earlobe as she moaned and whimpered, then pulled my cock back several inches and slid it back in. I chewed on her ear, then slid my hands up onto her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as I began to pump my cock inside her.
I started out with slow, shallow strokes, but then I moved back a bit, standing straight and gripping her hips as I started to fuck into her with longer strokes.
"Spread those legs, slut," I sneered, slapping her ass hard.
She yelped and shifted her legs further apart as I fucked harder. She grunted and moaned as I rodded my cock up into her belly with a fast, deep stroke, my hips slapping against her buttocks, making them bounce and jiggle.
"You're getting fucked now, slut," I grunted. "Lori's getting fucked. FUCKED! She's getting a good, stiff cock pounded up into her snatch!"
I fucked harder, my hands roving over her body, groping and fondling her naked flesh. Her nipples were still very hard against the palms of my hands, and her tits were hot and swollen as I kneaded and squeezed them. I slid my hands down her heaving belly and in between her legs, then gripped her thighs with my hands and jerked them apart, actually pulling her feet off the ground.
She cried out in shock, almost all her weight coming down on her wrists as I held her thighs apart and rodded my cock up her twat. I grunted with the strain as my hips pounded her ass, then set her back on the ground, one hand going up to grope her titties, and the other sliding into her bush, my fingers rubbing her clitty.
She moaned and sobbed and jerked against me as I pressed her clitty down against my pumping cock, gurgling and moaning and whimpering as I fucked into her. Then, slowly at first, she started humping back against me. I could feel her ass jerking back to meet each stroke as her fuck tunnel gulped down my cock and sucked for more.
"Whore!" I taunted. "Slutty whore rutting back for cock meat!"
She sobbed and moaned, stopping her movements. But, as if she had no control over them, her hips started jerking back again within seconds, and met each stroke with a loud impact.
I fingered her clit harder, grinding it down against my cock as I rammed it into her. Then she came again, her twat sucking and chewing and spasming around my red-hot tool. I grunted in pleasure, then felt my balls getting ready to explode.
"Oh fuck! Oh Jesus! Oh, here it comes," I groaned. "I'm gonna blow inside you! I'm gonna shoot!" Uuuuuungghh! I'm coming! I'm coming! Jesus Christ!"
Wad after wad of thick white jism spewed out of my cock and flooded Lori's no longer virginal fuck chamber, and her twat sucked and gulped it down, squeezing my cock and draining it dry. I slowed my pumping, then stopped, panting for breath, as was she.
"Ohhh, maaaan," I groaned. "I must've come a gallon. I must have shot a gallon of juice up your cunt hole, baby."
I eased my cock out of her and backed up a bit to catch my breath. I watched her shuddering and panting for breath, then gripped her arm and shoved her around so she fell back against the tree. She groaned and stared up at me through slitted eyes.
"Liked that, didn't you, baby?" I grinned.
"I...I...didn't," she groaned. "Ba...bastard."
"You little slut! I felt you coming on my cock!"
"I didn't!" she moaned.
"Lying bitch!"
I shoved my hand in between her sweating thighs and gripped her pussy pad, squeezing it hard. She groaned and whimpered in pain.
"Stop it! You're hurting me!" she whined.
"Tell me you came!"
"I didn't!"
I squeezed harder and she sobbed in pain, her legs jerking and wriggling in an attempt to squeeze my hand out. I just squeezed harder.
"Pleeeeasse!" she sobbed.
"Tell me you came!"
"I came! I came!" she cried.
I eased up but didn't let go.
"You came on my cock! Say it!"
"I...I came on your cock," she sobbed.
"And you came before. You came in your panties! Say that!"
"Noooo," she moaned.
I squeezed her cunt pad and she cried out in pain.
"I did! I came in my panties!" she cried.
"You're a real slut! Aren't you! Aren't you?"
"Yesssss," she sobbed.
"Say it."
"I'm a sluuuuut," she moaned.
"A real whore," I spat.
I began to finger her pussy, sliding two fingers up inside like before and stroking my thumb over her clitty. She whimpered and moaned, laying her head back against the tree as my fingers worked over her clit. I slid my other hand up over her tits, squeezing and groping them as she lay back against the tree and closed her eyes.
Soon her hips were jerking, her ass grinding into the hard bark, her thighs trembling. Her legs shifted a bit apart, then a little further, and her breathing grew heavier and more ragged.
"You like that, slut?" I taunted. "Gonna come on my fingers again?"
She sobbed, tears trickling down her face, but her hips continued to hump against my fingers.
I jerked my fingers free and watched as she continued to grind her ass back against the tree. Then she opened her eyes, gazing up at me blearily.
"Slut," I said.
She closed her eyes and shuddered.
I pulled her away from the tree, turning her around and pulling her ass back so she bent forward. She didn't resist, and spread her legs willingly for me as I gazed down at her ass.
"You want it, Lori? You want it?"
"Yesssss," she sobbed.
"Beg for it."
"Please, Dennis," she moaned.
"Beg for it."
"I...please...fuck me," she gulped.
"Louder."
"Please fuck meeee!" she whined.
"Dirty slut."
I slapped her ass and she yelped but kept it pushed out for me. I formed my fingers into a tight wedge and pressed them against her drooling snatch, then slowly wriggled them inside. Lori moaned and spread her legs a little further, pushing herself back on my fingers.
But then I held them still.
"You want it, you do the work," I said. "Come on. Hump your ass back on my fingers, slut. Do it."
I slapped her ass again and she cried out in pain as a red hand print appeared on her white buttocks, but she jerked her hips forward and thrust them against my fingers. She groaned as she slid her twat over my fingers, but kept moving.
I held my fingers still while she humped back, riding them, sliding her furry snatch back and forth on them, jamming her cunt back hard to take them up inside her to the knuckles. She was tight, really tight, and my fingers spread her wide, but she couldn't seem to care, grinding and humping back against them faster and faster.
"Slut," I said, slapping her ass again.
She sobbed in pain, but kept moving.
"Whore!"
I slapped my hand down on her ass harder still, hurting my own hand as it cracked against her flesh. Still she humped, even faster, gurgling and moaning and whimpering as I slapped her ass again and again.
"Dirty cheap whore!" I sneered. "Filthy tramp! I'm gonna tell everyone how you rode my fingers, how you humped back on them, you dirty slut!"
She sobbed louder but kept humping, driving her snatch back onto my fingers as I held them still. I slapped her ass a few more times, then pulled my fingers free and jerked her around. I shoved her back hard against the tree, for my cock had hardened again, and crushed her there with my body.
I gripped her ass and jerked her leg up and open, then thrust into her to the hilt. She let out a long, quavering cry of bliss and humped feverishly against me as I pounded my cock straight up into her crack. I gripped her ass and lifted her off the ground, and she threw her legs around me as my lips met hers.
Our tongues shot together as I hammered my stiff sword up into her spasming fuck sheath, ramming my hips into her again and again, crushing her back against the rough bark as my fingers kneaded her ass and my mouth bruised hers.
It was a raw, rough, ragged fuck, and she came twice before my sperm flooded her womb and my cock went limp.
I cut the ropes free of her wrists, leaving angry red marks behind. Her ass and back were also kind of bruised and scratched from the tree, but she didn't pay any mind to any of it. She struggled quickly into her dress and shoes, then ran off without a word.
I know I could have gotten into trouble over it, but she never told a soul, though she also never came near me again.





Two


I was kind of pissed off at Lori for taking off like that, and even more pissed off that she wouldn't go out with me any more, but hell, who needed the slut? There were plenty of other whores out there I could plug, now that I'd gotten onto a good thing.
See, that afternoon with Lori had taught me that you didn't have to waste all your time and money on the bitches, just grab one and fuck the bitch till she comes. If she don't like it, too bad.
Like I said, they were all whores anyway. All you needed to do was get them to sit still long enough to prove it to em'.
Come to think of it, that was probably why Lori had taken off, `cause she didn't like being shown what a cheap little slut she was.
Anyway, after Lori, I asked out this pretty little brunette called Amy. She was barely five feet tall, but she had great tits, I mean huge. It was a wonder she could walk around upright.
I took the precaution of bringing along a little rope on our date, though I realized I should really go and buy some handcuffs or something. Anyway, I figured I owed her a meal and a movie, then I'd fuck the little bitch so hard she wouldn't sit down for a week.
Whether she liked it or not.
She was wearing this tight little miniskirt and a sweater...she always wore sweaters in an attempt to disguise what big melons she had. Like anyone couldn't tell! Like we didn't all know what a big titted bimbo she was!
Anyway, she kept stuttering and saying dumb things, like she was really nervous, you know. Maybe it was because I was on the football team. I dunno. I just wished she'd shut her yap or something.
I took her to a drive-in movie, and kind of put my arm around her to pull her in against me. I gave her a few minutes to get used to that, then started nuzzling at her ears and throat.
She didn't put up much fight over that, so I kind of let my hand, the one draped over her shoulder, slide down and kind of stroke the side of her big tit.
She pushed it back, though, so I contented myself with stroking her shoulder for a few minutes.
I worked my lips over her cheeks and onto her mouth, though, and started kissing her. She kissed back kind of tentatively, but then started to get into it.
I should point out that I didn't have bucket seats in front. They look cool, but when it comes to getting into a girl's pants they're a real pain in the ass. So anyway, we were hip to hip and lip to lip, and I slid my hand down onto the side of her fat melon and started stroking it again.
This time she put up only little fight, and I was able to get my hand around it and stroke along the rounded tit without too much trouble. When I brought my other hand around and cupped and squeezed it, though, she started squirming to break free.
I let her, though I felt like smashing her one.
"You're moving too fast, Dennis," she whined.
"Hey, what are you, a little girl?" I demanded.
"No," she said, face flushed "but I'm not cheap."
No, you're expensive, like all sluts, I felt like saying.
Anyway, we started kissing again, and I started putting the moves on her again. I got to stroke the side of her breast again. I started nibbling on her throat as my other hand slid up under her sweater and blouse and squeezed her breast through her bra.
She started squirming again, and I slid my hand back out of her sweater. She eased up, and I eased my hand onto her tit again, through the sweater this time. She pushed it off, but I pushed it back on, and she didn't do anything more.
So I had her tits, through the sweater anyway, and mashed and squeezed and groped them as we kissed.
That was about as far as she would go. I tried sliding my hands up her skirt, but she kept snapping her knees closed and shoving my hands back. So I gave up.
After the movie I drove her out, and then on the way home turned off to the lake. She didn't want to know and kept telling me she had to get home, but I knew that was bullshit. She was just nervous about what I was gonna do to her there.
I parked, and she backed over to the other side of the seat, glaring at me and folding her arms across her fat tits. I just grinned.
"Take me home right now or I'm getting out of this car and walking!" she glared.
"Think so, slut?" I grinned.
Her jaw dropped when I called her that, and she turned to open the door. I grabbed her legs and jerked them up off the floor, yanking her across the seat to me. She squalled in alarm, trying to kick me, but her legs were draped over my lap and her ass was pressed into my thigh.
I twisted around and jerked her legs apart, then dove on top of her. She slapped at me but I grabbed her little wrists and shoved them back against the passenger door, holding them there with one hand as I opened the glove compartment and took out the rope I'd brought along.
"Let me go! Stop it! Dennis!" she cried.
"Shut up, slut," I snarled.
I wrapped the rope tightly around her wrists, then tied it to the door handle. Then I knelt on her thighs, pinning them down and open, and tauntingly lifted her skirt up to bare her crotch.
"Dennis! Stop it! Don't!" she begged.
I gazed at her little bikini panties and her soft, warm thighs, then slid my hand against her pussy pad, rubbing and squeezing it.
"Don't!" she gasped, her voice breaking.
I decided to leave her pussy for last. I was enjoying myself and in no hurry. I gripped her sweater and peeled it up her belly, then over her breasts. I unbuttoned the blouse beneath and pulled it open, then shook my head at the heavy bra holding her tits down. It was like a Chinese puzzle with boxes inside boxes.
I reached to the glove compartment and pulled out a knife, then slid it between the cups of her bra and cut it open. They flew back to either side of her chest as her fat tit mounds stuck out round and thick and heavy.
She sobbed as her tits were exposed, probably because I hadn't paid enough of a price yet, I guess. She figured she deserved a lot more movies and dinners and compliments before a guy got to see her naked teats.
Well, I wasn't buying that shit.
I looked down at her tits for a long moment, shaking my head in admiration.
"You got some set of jugs here, Amy," I said.
I slid my hands onto the thick, soft flesh, squeezing and kneading them, mashing them together, then just down, letting the fat meat ooze out between my spread fingers. She kept whining, but I ignored her as I groped at her tits, taking my time.
Then I bent and started licking and sucking on them, chewing on the nipples for good measure. I bit down on her right nipple hard, wanting to hurt her a little. It felt...I don't know, it felt really, really hot when she cried out in pain. I ground my teeth against her nipple, getting hotter and hotter as she cried out and begged me to stop.
I shifted over to the other titty, sucking and licking on that nipple, then biting down hard on that too. Again she cried out, jerking and thrashing weakly as I gnawed on the sensitive bud. I sniggered and sat back upright.
"Slut," I said. "Look at those fat tits of yours."
I slapped at one of her tits, making it jiggle and wobble. Her cry of pain turned me on even more. I slapped the other tit, then the first one, then slapped harder, producing a cracking sound of flesh on flesh. She howled louder and I had to look around to make sure nobody was nearby.
"Shut your yap, slut," I glared.
I pinched her nipples hard and pulled upwards, making them stretch out tautly, pulling her fat round titties into long, narrow cones of flesh.
"A fat titted cow like you needs to get her tits played with now and then," I said. "It's good for you."
"Let me goooooo!" she whined.
"When I'm good and ready, slut."
"I'm not a sluuuuut!"
"With tits like this? Gimme a break!"
I gripped her panties in my hands and ripped them off, and she yowled in alarm as I feasted my eyes on her pussy and little bush. You had to pay even more time and money to get at a girl's fuck hole, so she was really feeling like she was getting ripped off here I guess.
I squeezed her naked twat, mashing it in my fingers, making her writhe and moan in pain as I crushed it hard.
"You're a dirty slut, aren't you?" I demanded. "Tell me what a slut you are?"
"I...I'm not!" she cried. "Nooo! Stooop!"
"Tell me what a slut you are!" I demanded, crushing her pussy, making her scream now in pain, her ass jerking and bouncing on the seat as I kept the pressure on.
"Stooop!"
"Tell me."
"Yes. I'm a slut! I'm a slut!" she sobbed.
"I knew it," I sneered, easing up on her pussy.
"Tell me you're a whore."
"I...I'm a whore," she whimpered.
"Say, I love to get fucked."
"I love to get fucked," she whimpered.
"I'm a dirty, cheap piece of cunt meat," I sneered, squeezing her pussy a little harder.
"I'm a...a...d...dirty cheap...p...piece of cunt meat," she sobbed.
"Now beg for it. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to shove my cock up your slutty snatch!"
"Nooooooooo," she sobbed.
I slapped her right tit really hard and she screamed in pain. I squeezed down on her soft pussy meat again and she screamed more.
"Say it, whore."
"Fuck meee!" she sobbed.
"Beg me!"
"Please fuck meee! Please fuck my twat!" she sobbed.
I sniggered in satisfaction, then unzipped and drew out my cock. It was hard and thick, naturally, from all her teasing, and when I rubbed it over her belly her eyes got thick and round.
"Nice and big, huh, baby?" I grinned. "It's gonna pump you really good."
I pressed my cock against her slit and she stared at it as I sank it down into her. She jerked and quivered and twitched and moaned as my cock pushed in, but I could tell she loved it. I leaned forward over her, sliding my hips between her spread thighs and dropping my body onto her.
I gripped her hair and mashed my lips down onto hers as I thrust in sharply. She screamed into my mouth as my cock spiked up into her guts. Then my balls were pressed against her ass and I was buried in her belly.
I rolled my hips from side to side as I twisted my cock inside her, then, using the springs of the seat, I began to bounce up and down on top of her, pounding my cock in hard and deep and fast. I shoved my tongue into her mouth as I fucked her, and groped her fat tit mounds too, squeezing them hard.
I was so hot it didn't take me long to come. I suppose I could have held out to make her come too, but fuck her, let her jerk off later, or maybe let her act a little nicer next time. I fucked down hard and fast, stabbing my cock up into her snatch until my come came boiling out.
"Ahhhh," I sighed. "I just dropped a thick load inside you, baby. Hope you appreciate it."
I pulled myself up off her, then played with her fat titties a little more. I was debating untying her and going home, but it was still early, and she had the biggest tits I'd ever seen.
So I jerked my pants right down and off and then crawled forward atop her, straddling her belly, clamping my knees around her as I sat my ass down on her stomach. She moaned and whimpered, but I just laughed to see her like this.
"What's the matter, baby, think your cunt is too precious to give to just anyone? Think you're too good to fuck me? Maybe you need to be whined and dined more, hmm? Hey, tell you what, I'll make it up to you."
I reached back and got my pants, then reached into the pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. I crumpled it up and then shoved it against her cunt opening. She sobbed and moaned but I laughed as I forced the fiver up her snatch, shoving my fingers in after to force it deep inside.
"There you go. Now you been paid," I laughed.
"Baasstaard!"
"Hey, you saying my mother wasn't married? I don't like it when cheap sluts like you insult my mother."
I slapped her right breast and she cried out in pain, so I slapped the left one too. It was a really amazing turn-on to be able to do whatever I wanted to her, to be able to do ANYTHING I felt like. There was a real sense of power and strength.
I slid forward and rubbed my limp cock against her tits, then gripped both of those fat melons from the sides and mashed them against my crotch. Boy, did that ever feel great!
I mashed her fat Jell-O tits all around against my cock, and it started hardening. It got hard enough to pump and I formed a kind of tit valley, then started fucking into it as I dug my fingers into her melons and squashed them down on my prong.
"Ohhh yeahh," I groaned as she whined and moaned.
"I bet every guy in school has dreamed of doing this to you, you little whore! Even the teachers! Every one of them has wanted to stick his dick between your fat cow tits and fuck them!"
I fucked faster and faster, ramming my cock into her cleavage as I felt my balls burning up with sexual fever. Fucking the little bitch in the tits was a huge high, and the look on her face was just so great...she was stunned, horrified, like, man, I'd have to pay a fortune before she'd have let me do this and I was getting it for a fiver!
Then my cock exploded and my white juices gushed out. The first wads flew up and splattered her face, even going into her open mouth, then the next ones just splashed over her tits as I crushed them down onto my boiling fuck stick. I sighed with relief and eased back onto her belly.
She was staring at me in stunned amazement, wads of come on her nose and cheek and more gleaming all over her tit mounds. I just laughed. I wished I'd had a camera to take her picture like that.
Since I didn't I cut her loose and let her pull her clothes together, then drove her home.
And you know what? The bitch didn't even thank me for the good time I'd shown her
I was hanging with my friends at a restaurant when this broad came in. She was, like, twenty or twenty-five, maybe. She had on tight jeans and a tight, thin top that showed just how tiny her waist was, and just what a great ass she had.
She had this softly curled brown hair, and a narrow, sexy face, not cute-sexy like a girl, but sensuous sexy, like a woman. She had piercing blue eyes and full red lips. She was tall, too, taller than me.
So I, like, go up to her and say, hey, wanna go out and bend over for me, just for a joke, y'know, and this bitch kicks me in the nuts!
Well, the guys thought that was fuckin' hilarious and fell all over themselves laughing their guts out, but I didn't think it was nearly so funny. I mean, I hadn't hit the bitch, so where did she get off kickin me in the balls?
I shoulda slugged her or something, but I had to sit down for a little while, and by the time I felt like walking around again the slut was gone. I was kind of disgusted with the guys, so I told them to go and stick their heads up their asses and left.
I was walking along the street when guess who I spot, yeah, miss stuck up herself, coming out of the pharmacy, probably buying a carton of rubbers. I ran back to my car and followed her as she got into a station wagon and drove off.
I still hadn't gotten around to buying any fuckin' handcuffs, but I did have a length of rope in the glove compartment, and I was gonna use it on this whore!
I followed her for about twenty-five minutes, till she turned into a driveway of house. I pulled over to the sidewalk and watched as she went inside; carrying some groceries, then came back again.
To my surprise she then walked next door and rang the bell. She went inside, and I wondered whether to sneak into the house here, the one she'd dropped the groceries at, or go to the other place. But then she came out of the place next door, said goodbye to some other broad, a not bad looking blonde, and headed back to her place.
With a kid.
The kid looked like he or she was about a year or so old, and looked asleep. Well, that didn't really matter. It was too young to know what was going on anyway; too young to even know what a slut his momma was.
I got out and went around the back of the place.
I forced the window to the basement open and slid through, then crawled quietly up the stairs and listened for the sound of voices. I didn't hear any, just a radio, so I eased the door open. I was looking out into the kitchen, and guess who was there with her back to me?
I watched, glaring at the slut, fingering the rope in my hand. I watched through a crack in the door until she turned her back on me, then I grinned as I saw her lift up the door to one of those big freezers, the ones that have the top open. She lifted it up and bent over inside.
I shoved the door open and hurried up behind her, then grabbed her arm and pulled it loose, at the same time slamming the door down on her back. She screamed, but the sound was muffled since her head was way down at the bottom of the freezer.
I shoved her further forward, then lifted the lid and slammed it down again on her back. She howled again, yelling and cursing as I pressed the door down and tied the rope to the handle. I pulled the rope down and tied it off around the bottom of the freezer, then stood back grinning.
She was in there up to the hips, her ass sticking out nice and invitingly, her legs clawing and kicking as she yelled and whined from inside the freezer. Since her arms were inside there wasn't a lot she could do, though.
I moved up right beside her and jerked her legs apart, then slammed my knee up into her snatch as hard as I could. I mean I really rammed it up into her cunt pad! The bitch was lifted right off the floor!
Well, her feet came bouncing back onto the floor and kind of slid apart as she groaned from inside the freezer, so I rammed my knee up into her pussy again, then again, then again, then again, each time making her legs fly up and out from under her.
Then I moved up behind her and reached around to the front of her jeans. I undid them and jerked them down her thighs and off her legs, popping her sneakers off at the same time. She didn't do anything to resist, and was, kind of just laying there by then across the lid of the freezer.
She was wearing these sexy black panties underneath, and I slid them slowly, tauntingly down off her ass and down her thighs.
"Pleeeeeasee," I heard her groan from down inside the freezer.
"You don't have to beg for it, slut," I called into the freezer. "You're gonna get it anyway."
I jerked her panties down and off, then rubbed my hand over her upturned ass and down between her soft thighs.
"You got a pretty good ass, lady," I said.
I rammed my knee up into her bare cunt mound, and she choked and groaned and sobbed down there in the freezer, while I felt a wave of hot lust.
Teach you to kick me in the balls, slut!
I undid my belt, thinking I'd pull my pants down and give her the old in-out, but then had this idea, see, that made my cock really bounce up. I slid the belt out of the loops instead and doubled it over in my hand, then I slashed it down across her bare ass.
She screamed in pain, but the sound wasn't much since it was down in the freezer. I slashed it down again, and again, making bright red lines across her tight cheeks.
"You been a bad girl, ain't you, lady?" I chortled, slashing the belt down again and again and again.
She yowled and screeched and whined and moaned, and begged me to stop, but I gave her a real good licking, turning that ass a bright red.
Then I dropped the belt, dropped my pants, pressed my hungry prick against the slut's crack, and rammed it up her cunt pipe as hard and deep and fast as I could. Well, she squalled, of course, but so what.
I forced my cock up her crack to the balls, then started giving her a good ride. I pounded my cock up her snatch as hard as I could, my hands slapping at her ass cheeks while I drove my cock up into her pussy. All the while she whined and moaned and whimpered, but she was getting just what she deserved, so I didn't feel sorry for her.
After a few minutes I felt the pressure building up in my prick, and then I came, blowing my cork up this slut's pussy pipe, driving my boner up her to the hilt and pouring my load down into her guts.
Well, I rubbed my cock off on her red ass, then pulled my pants up and looked around the place. Nobody else was around, `cept the kid, and he was asleep in a crib in the bedroom, but there was some good stuff there that I considered making off with.
But then I turned back to the kitchen and saw that great ass sticking out of the freezer, and the bitch trying to wriggle her way out from under the lid. I ran forward and kicked her right in the cunt. She yowled and flew forward, slamming her head on the lid, from the sound of it.
I decided to get her out of there and see her face to face, show her why she was getting punished, show her the error of her ways, y'know? So, I untied the rope, then raised the lid. She moaned weakly as I bent over, grabbed her hair and yanked her up out of the freezer.
I pulled her out of the freezer, turned her around and shoved her back across a table. Her eyes fluttered and her face was all white. Her eyes were kind of glassy, y'know, so maybe she'd taken one too many shots to the crotch.
Anyway, I ripped her shirt open and then rolled her out of it, and her bra, too. I pulled her into a sitting position, and then started tying the rope around her. She kept waving her fuckin' arms around, and I slapped her a few times to get her to stop.
I wrapped the rope around her chest and belly, and tied her wrists back. I tried to tie her up nice and neat like a Christmas package, but the bitch kept on pulling and turning and trying to get loose.
"You want another shot in the cunt, bitch?" I snarled.
"Please," she whined. "Let me go."
Why do bitches always ask that?
I finally shoved her back on the table, pulled my knife and stuck it under the bitch's throat.
"You want me to cut your throat, whore?" I snarled.
"Noooo," she whimpered.
"You be a good girl and maybe I won't. Understand?"
"Yess," she mewled.
"Yes, sir!"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered.
I sniggered in amusement, then slid the knife down onto her right nipple.
"I wonder if I should cut this off?" I said. "I bet you'd look pretty funny with your nipple gone."
"Please," she whined "Please, sir."
"Well, since you ask so nice."
I gripped her hair and pulled her up into a sitting position again. I jerked my pants down and bent her over so her face was next to my dick.
"You're gonna suck my cock, slut," I said. "Suck it hard so I can fuck your slutty snatch again."
I pressed my cock against her mouth and she opened it and started licking and sucking like a true whore. My dick was limp, but it started to get hard real fast. This lady had a talented tongue, you know?
So anyway, soon my cock was hardening up, and I was holding this bitch by the hair and fucking my cock into her face. Then I jerked her back by the hair, shoving her hard so her head bounced off the table. I jerked up on her legs, lifting them over my shoulders, pressed my boner against her crack, and drove it home.
I fucked the whore for a good ten minutes, just pounding away at her slutty cunt crack while she lay there whining and sobbing, then, when I felt myself about to come, I pulled loose, pulled her up to a sitting position again, bend her over so her face was right near my prick, and came all over her face.
I pumped jism into her mouth, over her lips and chin and cheeks, on her nose and forehead, and into her hair. Then I rubbed my wet cock all over her face, rubbing the jism in good, giving her a sperm facial, then I rubbed my dick dry in her hair, cut her loose, and left.





Three

So anyway, it was a few years later that, one morning, I had this really good idea. See, I was working as a painter then, and getting decent money. I was renting this house on the edge of town. It was kinda dumpy, but it was cheap, and there weren't any close neighbours, so I could have whatever parties I wanted and no shit head would call the cops to complain about the noise.
Anyways, I woke up one morning with this raging boner, and while I was takin' care of business, I think to myself, why the hell should I have to jerk off? Why don't I get some whore to do the work for me?
The problem with that, of course, would be putting up with the bitch the rest of the time, y'know? Like, I'd have to have her whining at me when all I wanted to do was watch TV, have her bitching at me when I wanted to go out with the guys, and if all I wanted was a quick, in-out before bed, and in the morning, she'd whine and complain, wanting me to take care of her too.
Like I had the time to make some frigid bitch come in the morning. All I wanted was a hole so I could stick my dick and have a quickie, then get off to work.
So I'm jerking off, like, and I think, well, maybe I shoulda kept one of those sluts that I tied up. Like, instead of letting them go, I could, like, keep em' in the basement or something, so they'd be ready to fuck whenever I was in the mood.
When I thought of all the bitches I'd roped and raped over the last years it made me want to spit that I had to jerk myself off. I mean, they were all out there walking around, all that cunt meat fresh on the hoof, and I didn't have any available to me.
What a fuckin' crime!
So, after I finish, I decided I was gonna get some hot bitch and keep her for awhile, to, like, take care of things like that when I was in the mood, maybe have her do the housework around here, too, cook and clean, and that sort of shit.
Anyways, over the next week or two I check out lots of bitches, looking for a real foxy slut that I could grab and keep for awhile, but who wouldn't be really missed, y'know? Some slut who lived on her own somewhere.
And then, who shows up at work but this temp secretary. She was a foxy, gorgeous blonde with shoulder length hair and deep green eyes. Every guy there tried to make time with her, including me, but she wasn't having any. She was a real ice maiden.
One of the guys bribes Gina in personnel, and we find out that she's single, twenty-one, and just got into town. She doesn't know anybody!
So, right away I'm thinking, hey, this is the bitch I'm looking for. I could sure wipe the snotty look off her face.
She was gonna be there for just three days, so that gave me three days to get her away somewhere. I tried, believe me, I tried, but this slut... her name was Darcy... just wouldn't give me the time of day.
So I followed her home, to see if maybe I could snatch her there, and see her stop on the way home...at a fuckin' dyke bar!!!
The fuckin' bitch was a fuckin' dyke!
I was, like, stunned, and really pissed off, too. Who did this slut think she was pretending she didn't want cock!? She spends her time eating bush when I'm jerking off for want of a pussy to stuff my dick in? That sure as hell wasn't fair!
Next day at work she was wearing this tight little blouse, and this short little skirt, and I'm, like, seein' red, y'know. I mean, this little dyke bitch is showing it off around the office just to turn guys on, even though she thinks she's too good for cock.
Well, maybe I should describe our place. It's this big construction outfit, see, and mostly it's all storerooms. There's an office up front where a half dozen bosses work, along with a couple of secretaries, and there's a receptionist by the doors. Darcy worked near the back, at the shipping and receiving doors, where stuff was off loaded. She did the paperwork for Gus, the dock foreman.
Anyway, most of us guys were off on work assignments, and the bay doors were closed on account of Gus and his guys were at lunch. So I come in and see this little dyke whore going into one of the store rooms with a clipboard, and I'm pissed off, right.
So I just went in right after the little whore!
I slammed the door behind me, and the bitch yelps and turns around.
"Wha...what do you want?" she says.
"What's it to you, dyke?" I sneered, coming forward.
"You leave me alone," she says, holding the clipboard up in front of her.
"Or what, dyke?"
"I'll report you Mister Sanders!"
"Yeah, so what? Think he'll care, dyke?"
She moves to go past me and I'm like, pissed, y'know, that this dyke thinks she can just shove me away, so, almost on reflex; I threw a hard one into her belly.
She lets out a whiff of air and doubles over, dropping the clipboard, sliding to her knees on the floor. I put a foot on her chest and shoved hard, so she goes flying backwards and lands on her back with her legs apart. Then I run forward and kick her right in the cunt with my work boots.
She gurgles and gargles and moans, flipping like a fish suddenly dropped on dry land. But the wind's knocked out of her, see, so she can't make much noise. Not that anyone would hear anyways, not back here.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed her blouse, then tore the thing right off the bitch, just ripped it apart. She whimpered some more, but I tore off her bra, then jerked her skirt off and tore apart her panties. I wanted the little dyke whore bare assed naked.
I threw my body on the jiggling, wriggling whore and pulled out my cock, then pressed it against her snatch and drove it home.
But not without effort. Let me tell you something, this slut was tighter than any I'd had for a long while. In fact, she was a fuckin' virgin! She was twenty-one and nobody had popped her cherry! Well, I tore that sucker loose and then gave her a fuckin' she wasn't gonna forget any time soon.
She started to get her breath back, whining and coughing and groaning, so I slapped her face a few times, then grabbed her panties and stuffed them into her mouth. I finished fucking the bitch, then got up and looked around.
Well, sir, there was some rope right there on a hook, and a pretty fair length of it too. I took it back to where the bitch was laying, and dragged her up by the hair till she was standing there, well, mostly standing, kind of swaying from side to side an' whimpering.
Anyways, I looped the rope around her hips, pinning her arms to her sides real tight, then tied it off. I looped more rope around her upper arms, just for good measure, and while I was at it had some fun running the loops over and under her tits, really squeezing those suckers out.
The bitch was trying to spit out the panties, so I got a rag and pressed it against her mouth, then tied it around behind her head. I looped another loop around her ankles, then sat her down on a chair while I searched for something to put her in.
I found a box and dragged it over, then stuffed her inside. She tried to avoid it, but hell, she couldn't do nothing but flop and wriggle, so I hefted her in pretty easy, then closed the top. I opened the door and looked around, and didn't see nobody, so I went and got my pickup real quick.
I opened the bay doors and drove the pickup right up to the loading dock, then dragged the box over and loaded her onto the truck. Then I got her clothes and purse, shoved them into the box, wrote a little note that said she had to go, and took off.
I had me my slut!
Oh, she wasn't any too happy about it, but I figured I could teach her her place in no time. One thing about the bitches, they didn't react well to pain, not even to anger. You scream in their face and they tend to collapse and fold like a wet deck of cards.
Anyways, I wasn't about to put up with no dyke bitch giving me back talk, and since she probably wasn't more than five, three, and didn't weigh much more'n a hundred pounds or so, she wasn't gonna be able to back talk long before she learned that.
I drove home real quick and backed the pickup into the garage, then closed the door. I jumped up into the back and lifted the top off the box, then looked down at the bitch. She looked back, eyes wide.
"Hey there, slut," I grinned. "Welcome to your new home."
I gripped her arm and pulled her up out of the box, then hefted her over my shoulder and carried her into the house. I had to get back to work before I was missed, so I just carted her through the house and down into the basement, then dropped her on the floor.
I got a chain with a hook on it, hung it from the ceiling, then lifted the bitch up by the ankles. I got the ropes, the ones around her ankle, over the hook and stood back, watching as she swung and swayed from side to side.
"There you go, slut. You can hang out here for awhile," I said, then laughed uproariously.
I took off then and went back to work. I had a job in the east end, then another downtown, then I had some beers with the guys before heading home. By the time I got there it was getting dark, and the slut had been hanging there upside down for, oh, about seven hours.
She was still there when I got home.
I sat down and watched her for a few minutes, trying to figure out what I needed to do with her.
I wanted her available to me whenever I was in the mood, and I wanted her to be working around the house while I was gone, cooking and cleaning and sewing, that sort of shit, y'know? But I didn't want to come home and find the place full of cops.
Ropes weren't sure enough. I was definitely gonna have to go get some chains, some shit she couldn't get out of. I already had bars on the windows, but I was gonna have to paint them over too. There weren't any near neighbours, but if the bitch got to the windows and broke one and started screeching, well, someone was bound to call the cops sooner or later.
What a pain in the ass.
I figured I was gonna haveta train this whore real good so she didn't give me any shit, and didn't try and stick her face out of the house.
I got up and went over to her, then untied the rag from around her head and let her spit the panties out of her mouth. I was ready to smash her one if she started yowling, not that anyone would hear her anyway, but all she did was cough and breathe heavy.
"Hey, slut," I grinned. "Having a fun time?"
I ran my hand over her ass while looking down at her, then pushed her so she swung back and forth. She kind of whined and moaned but still didn't say much.
"Let me tell you how it's gonna be, baby," I said. "You're gonna do the cooking and cleaning around here, and I'm gonna fuck you up any hole I want whenever I want, any way I want, for as long as I want. As long as you're okay with that you ain't got no problems. You act up, though, and you're gonna feel a whole world of hurt."
"Let me go, you fucking bastard," she groaned.
"Now that ain't nice, calling me names like that. That ain't one of the things I'm gonna let you get away with, slut. You gotta show respect."
I pulled out my dick and wagged it at her. "See this?" I said. "This here is a cock. This makes me a man. You ain't got one, so you're just a cheap little slut that ain't good for nothing but fuckin'."
I took my belt off and licked my lips in anticipation as she swung slowly around. I slashed the belt across her ass and she howled and whined and jerked and thrashed, swinging and twisting on the end of the chain as I snickered and watched.
My cock gave a lurch, though, and I raised the belt and cracked it across her ass cheeks again, then again, then again, each time making her swing and twist and bounce on the end of the chain as she yelled and cursed and cried out in pain.
"You're gonna learn respect, whore," I said, slashing the belt across her ass repeatedly.
My cock was pulsing with lust after a couple of minutes, and I had to stop. I tossed the belt down and went over to the whining bitch, stopping her from swinging and holding her still. I turned her around so her ass was against me and pressed my cock down against her hole.
"You're gonna love this, slut," I said. "Every whore loves getting butt-fucked."
She said something, but she was whining too hard to make it out. I didn't much care what she had to say, anyway, as I concentrated on forcing my throbbing pecker down into her tight little ass opening. Her cheeks were red and hot as I laid my cock between them and pushed the head inside her.
She kept whining, but hell, bitches are always whining, and I knew she'd get used to it in a couple of days. Till then, I figured I'd have to put up with a lot of tears. Well, it was worth it. I shoved my cock deeper and deeper into the whore's asshole, and the feel of it around my pecker was fantastic.
I rammed it down until my balls were mashed into her ass cheeks and my dick was deep in her shitter, then I reached up and grabbed her legs hard and got on board. I mean, I actually got on her, clapping my less around her torso as I held on to her legs.
My cock was buried in her asshole as I ground my balls against her cheeks. She howled louder, so I guess the extra couple of hundred pounds of weight on her ankles wasn't making her feel any better, but I felt real good, and that was all that really mattered.
We swung around a little, and I kept twisting and grinding my pecker in her asshole, then I got tired of that and got off, standing up and holding her still while I started pumping the bitch. I rammed my pecker down into her as fast as I could, reaming out her little hole as she yipped and yapped and whined so hard I wished I'd left the gag in.
After I'd dropped my load I went upstairs to watch TV for a couple of hours, leaving the slut hanging down there. Around eleven I went down and cut her down from the chain, but left her tied up. She moaned a lot, probably `because the blood was leaving her head finally, and again didn't say much of note.
"So let me explain things to you, you dyke bitch," I said. "Being a whore is bad enough, being a dyke whore is ten times worse. Your pussy was put there so it could swallow cock, not so you and some other dyke could rub pussies together or suck each other off. You gotta be punished, and I'm just the man to do it."
"First off, what I say goes, no matter what it is. I tell you to jump you jump. I tell you to suck, you suck. I tell you to roll over and play dead, to crawl, to lick the toilet, you do it. You don't say no, you don't whine, you don't beg, you don't hesitate. You do it right away and you show some eagerness too."
"You understand me, whore?" I demanded.
She just lay there looking up at me with big puppy dog eyes and whimpering.
"I asked did you understand me, you slut?" I yelled.
"Ye...yes," she whimpered.
"And that's another thing. I got a name. It's master. When I say something you answer yes, master, or no, master. Got that? You forget it and you get a whipping."
Again the whore just looks at me. I mean, what is she, stupid?"
"I asked you a question, slut!"
"Yes, Master," she yelped.
"Say it again," I grinned.
"Yes, Master."
"Again."
"Yes, Master."
I pressed my bare foot against her face and rubbed my toe against her cheeks and lips.
"Suck my big toe, slut," I grinned.
She looked at it in disgust.
"I gave you an order, whore!"
She licked her lips, then closed her eyes and licked at my toe.
"I want to see some enthusiasm, slut! Not all whores get to suck on my toes. You should remember how lucky you are and act appreciative."
I pushed my toe into her mouth and wriggled it around, then started kinda fucking her mouth with it before pulling back.
"Give my foot a tongue bath, whore," I said. "Lick it all over, and don't forget in between the toes. I ain't washed in a few days and it's getting kinda dirty."
"Please," she whimpered. "Please let me go."
"You fuckin' bitch! I didn't say you could whine, did I? I told you to lick my feet, and I expect you to do it now!"
I nudged her with my foot, rolling her onto her belly, then put my foot under her face. She started licking at the top, avoiding the toes as long as possible. I kind of enjoyed it, though it was a little ticklish.
She licked all up and down my foot, then around the sides and ankles before finally sliding her pink tongue in between the toes. She had a long tongue, like one of those guys you meet in the bars sometimes who can lick their noses, and I figured it came from stuffing her tongue up snatches.
"Now the other one," I grinned.
Instead she drops her face on the floor, moaning.
"Come on, whore."
"I...can't," she whined. "My neck...I can't keep my head up any more."
"I didn't ask for complaints, slut."
"Please...untie me and I'll...lick your foot."
"You forgot to say master, you whore!"
I swung the belt down against her back half a dozen times as she yelled and screamed and wriggled around.
"I told you what to expect, slut," I said.
"You bastard," she sobbed.
"Now you're really gonna get it. Disobeying my orders, talking back, and forgetting to call me master."
"Please, no...I...I'm sorry," she gasped.
"Not half so sorry as you will be. I'm fed up with your whining and complaints. You're gonna show some respect, bitch."
I looked around the place, my eyes flicking over things I could use on her, places I could put her, and my eyes came to rest on this thick, kind of rusty eyescrew sticking out of the wall above a chest. I forget what it had once held, but the idea came to me that it would sure hold this bitch.
I walked over to the dresser, a rough old four drawer wooden thing, and put my finger through the eye, pulling on it. It didn't budge.
"Come here, slut," I said. "Crawl across the floor on your belly to me."
I folded my arms as the bitch started wriggling slowly forward. She moaned and grunted a lot, but she kept moving, maybe thinking she'd get some sympathy. Well, she could forget it. I remembered my old man, and how he'd belt us for the slightest sign of rebelliousness, even a look or a mutter. We'd sure as hell jump whenever he said something, and this bitch was gonna do the same. I was gonna hurt her any time she didn't act the way I wanted, and soon she'd learn to move her ass when I said to.
She crawled slowly across the floor, whining even more, and I figured that it was probably due to how her tits were being dragged over the floor underneath her. Well, if she thought that hurt, wait till she felt what I had in mind for her.
She finally crawls over to the dresser, and I take out my knife and cut the ropes loose from her body. I squatted down next to her and pulled her wrists together in front of her, though, then quickly took some of the rope and tied them together.
"Okay, whore, stand up," I said, pulling her upwards.
She groaned and wobbled and swayed from side to side, but I turned her back to the chest and pushed her against it. The chest wasn't too tall, and I guess the top came up to just below her shoulder blades. It was tall enough, and thick enough for what I wanted, though.
I pulled her hands up above her head, then pulled them back towards the wall. I pressed them against the eyelet and tied them there, then stood back.
She looked pretty good. The way she was bent back across the top of the chest made her back arch pretty hard, and made her tits stick out hard and round, the skin stretched tightly across those tasty melons.
`Cause I didn't want her kicking or anything, I took up some more of the rope and bound her ankles apart to the legs of the chest, then I got my belt.
"Now, slut, I'm gonna tell you this again. When I give you an order you say yes, master, and you jump to obey me. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," she panted.
"Know why?"
"No, master."
"It's `cause you're a cheap whore and I'm a man. Got that?"
"Yes, Master," she groaned.
"What are you?"
"A...a cheap whore, Master," she gulped.
"A dirty, filthy cheap little slut, right?"
"Yes, Master."
"A filthy dyke faggot."
"Yes, Master," she whined.
"But we're gonna change that, ain't we, bitch? We're gonna teach you to love cock, ain't we?"
"Yes, Master," she whined.
"You love my cock already, don't you, whore?"
"Yes, Master."
"Fuckin' right!"
"You love to suck cock, don't you, whore?"
"Yes, Master," she moaned.
"Say it."
"I love to suck cock, Master."
"Again."
"I...love to suck cock, Master."
"And you'll always obey me."
"I'll always obey you, Master," she said.
Her mouth said it but her eyes gave me this snotty look.
"I say that snotty look!" I yelled. "You think you can say whatever I tell you and not believe it? You better believe it, slut! You better believe what you're saying is gonna be true! I don't want to see any snotty looks from you. I don't want to hear any snotty tone in your voice!"
"I'm sorry, Master!" she whined.
"Not good enough. It's time for you punishment. Know what that's gonna be?"
"No, Master," she whined.
"Watch and see," I grinned.

I doubled up my belt and raised it high, and she stared at it, then her eyes got wide when she realized where it was going. I swung my arm down and lashed the belt right against her breast.
She howled fair to break my eardrum. I'm telling you! She went on and on and shit, I couldn't take the sound. I had to go back and get her panties and the rag, then stuff the panties into her mouth and tie the rag around her again.
Then I picked up my belt and slashed it across her other titty. Again she screamed, but now the sound wasn't too bad. She shook and thrashed and flung herself against the ropes holding her again and again, her head shaking madly as her tit settled down from its bouncing.
I lashed the belt across the first tit again, aiming right for the nipple, then hit the second one, then the first, speeding up. She was, like, going insane there, howling and screaming and making the heavy chest jerk and thump as she strained at the ropes.
I figure it was probably hurting her more than a little.
Well, she deserved it. I'd warned the slut.
I whipped the belt down on her breasts again and again, making them bounce and shake and wobble, turning them as red as I'd turned her ass earlier.
You know what the bitch does then? She faints! Fucking whore!






Four

I've heard things over the years, here and there, things about how to brainwash people, things about how to train animals, stuff like that.
I heard somewhere that you don't let horses have water for a couple of days, then when you give them some they're real grateful. I've heard these cult groups make recordings and play them over and over while feeding people nothing but candy, so they can't think right. I've heard where the Jew boys in Israel don't let their prisoners have any sleep, and that helps break down their resistance. Oh, I've heard all sorts of shit, and I planned to use it on the dyke girl.
First off I pulled her down from the chest, then carried her back across to where the chain was. I tied her wrists behind her back, then hung her upside down by the ankles. Then I blindfolded her. I went upstairs and made a little tape recording for her on my cassette, then took it downstairs to her and set it up beside her.
I tied my stereo headphones around her head, then plugged them into the cassette. Then I turned it on to continuous play. She was starting to wake up, and, not wanting her to choke or anything, I took the panties out of her mouth and took off the gag.
Then I left her there and went to sleep.
What did the tape say? What the fuck do you think it said?
I talked in a low, even voice, over and over, keeping my tone neutral. I said. "You are a whore and a slut. You are worthless. You must obey your master. You are a tramp. You are a dyke. You are a scummy faggot. You must obey your master. You love your master. You love your master's cock. You must obey your master. You love to have your master fuck you. You love taking his cock up your ass. You must obey your master."

I only had to do about ten minutes of that, and then splice it and set the machine to do a continuous recycle. She'd hear it all night long while she hung upside down and blind. Now I've never hung upside down for eight hours, but I was willing to bet it didn't do much for the thinking processes.
Anyway, it was just a start. She hadn't had anything to eat or drink since I'd grabbed her, and that was almost twelve hours ago. Soon she'd be begging for food and water, willing to do anything for me.
Oh, it was kind of a pain to not have her in bed to fuck when I got up, but tomorrow I planned to set up hooks and chains all over the house, including my bedroom. I'd also get some of that S&M stuff so I could lock her in when I went out.
So anyways, I slept in, on account of it being Saturday, then went down to check on the whore. She was still hanging around. Ha, ha, ha. I squatted next to her head and gripped her by the hair, then swung her around a little until she started moaning and whining.
I saw how bruised her titties were and slid my hands onto them, then groped them real good. She whined and cried and moaned, and I snickered in amusement, then took out my cock and started fucking her tits. She yowled some more, but so what?
I fucked my cock down between her tits as I crushed them against it from either side, then came, spewing gunk onto her chest and titties. I rubbed myself off on her hair, then stuffed my cock back into my pants and went back upstairs.
I went to the garage and got into the pickup, then drove downtown. I went to Lawrence Avenue, which was a really shitty party of town, and pulled up in front of a sex shop. I'd never been in one of the places before, but I figured I could get the stuff I wanted here.
Boy, what a place! You wouldn't believe there were so many different kinds and sizes of dildos and vibrators. There were also plastic women, which disgusted me at first, but then I thought of making the dyke lick the plastic woman's cunt and laughed out loud.
In the back were a lot of leather restraints that buckled or locked onto someone's wrists or ankles. There were also collars and leashes and chains and whips. All sorts of shit like that.
I bought a collar for the bitch, and four of the leather restraints. I got some chains for them, and a two riding crops, one light, the other heavy. I got the rubber woman, and a couple of vibrators and dildos, the biggest ones. I also bought some porno tapes so she could watch them and learn how to act.
There were lots of other things, but I'd already spent a fortune, so I left them for another day. I went home and found the bitch still hanging around. Ha, ha, ha. I dumped my load of stuff into the top drawer of the chest, then cut the bitch down.
I turned her on her belly and took off the headphones, but left on the blindfold.
"All right whore, this is your master talking. You hear me?"
"Ye...ye...esss, Maasster," she croaked.
"I want you to crawl towards me on your belly, slut."
"Yes, Master," she groaned, wriggling slowly forward.
She started sobbing right away, and making all kinds of moaning and groaning noises as her whipped titties were crushed beneath her and ground against the concrete floor. I didn't show her any sympathy, though. Far from it.
What I did was hurriedly go over to a work bench and some sandpaper. I got some masking tape and moved in front of her, then taped the sandpaper down to the floor, snickering and chortling as she wriggled slowly towards it.
She slid across the sandpaper and the level of moans and groans really picked up! She sobbed and yelped repeatedly as she ground her sore melons across the sandpaper. I laughed like hell.
"Bet that feels real good on your nipples, slut!" I chortled.
She finally got over in front of me and I pushed my foot against her face.
"Clean off my shoe, whore," I said.
"Yes, Master," she croaked, her voice rough and ragged.
She started licking at my shoe, her pink tongue lapping across the top as I stood over her. I didn't have the patience for a long bath, though, so after a minute I pulled my foot away and moved around behind her.
I cut her wrists loose, then got the studded leather restraints and locked them around both her wrists and ankles. I got the collar then and slid it around her throat, using a padlock to lock it in place. Then I got the leash and attached it to the collar.
I took off her blindfold then and grinned down at her.
"Okay, bitch. Get up on all fours," I ordered.
She slowly raised herself onto all fours, head hanging down.
"Now, I think you gotta have a name, so I'm gonna give you one. Ain't I nice?"
I jerked on the leash and her head pulled up.
"Yes, Master," she groaned.
"Your name is Princess. Understand? Princess? That's your new name. Thank me, Princess."
"Thank you, Master," she croaked.
"I got you something else, slut. It's a little present," I said, lifting the thing down from the chest.
It was a small round ball, about the size of a ping pong ball. Attached to it was a long hank of hair that looked like a tail. I pressed the ball against her asshole, forcing it inside. Her asshole closed around the thin hank of hair, and the tail hung down between her legs.
"There you are, Princess. You got a tail now," I grinned.
"Thank you, Master," she said dully.
"Now I'm gonna take you for a little walk around the room, Princess."
"Can I have some water, Master?" she croaked.
"When you've been a good little slut for a little while I'll give you some water. Until then you'll do without. I don't need to waste water on bad sluts."
I had her start crawling, walking along beside her as she circled the room over and over.
"Bark, slut."
"Whoof, whoof, whoof," she said.
"Put more feeling into it, Princess!"
"Whoof. Whoof. Whoof."
"Keep that ass high when you move, whore."
"Yes, Master," she groaned.
"Wag your tail, slut."
She wagged her tail as she crawled and I grinned in amusement.
"I want you to repeat after me," I said. "I am a slut. My name is Princess. I love my master."
"I am a slut. My name is Princess. I love my master," she said.
"Again. Keep saying it until I tell you to stop."
So I walked her around the room while she chanted the words over and over and over again. It was a real kick; let me tell you, to see that snotty blonde whore like that. I only wished I could invite the guys over to see her. They'd all get a laugh.
I took the leash off and had her keep crawling on her own, then went and got the riding crop, the light one, and came back, walking along just to the side of her.
"Faster," I ordered, slicing the crop down across her ass.
She yelped and crawled faster. I continued to walk alongside her. "Faster," I said, cracking the crop across her ass again. It spurred her on, as did the next blow, and she was crawling frantically, panting for breath as she raced around the basement.
She finally fell forward onto her belly and no matter how many times I slashed the crop across her ass and back all she did was whine and cry.
So I told her she was a bad slut for disobeying me, and would have to be punished.
Hey, I didn't say I was gonna be fair.
I considered whipping her tits again, but didn't want them bruised forever. I didn't like the looks of them like that. I grabbed her by the hair and cunt and lifted her onto all fours, where she swayed from side to side and sagged a little, then got some more rope.
I took off her collar, and instead draped the rope over her neck. I pulled it down under her and wrapped it around her dangling tits. They were just hanging down there like udders, thick and heavy and soft, and I pulled the ropes tight around them right next to her ribs, cinching them really tight, criss crossing her titties in figure eights, then tying the rope off around her neck.
I pulled her upright by the hair and licked my lips at how hard her tits were. The ropes squeezed down tightly at the base of each tit, forcing them out into two hard, fat balls of flesh. She whimpered and sobbed some more, but I thought it looked good, so left the rope like that.
I pull her over between a couple of support posts, then had her kneel there. I went and got a couple of eyelets and screwed them into the sides of the posts as she whimpered and let her hands stroke her hard tit balls lightly.
Then I got a couple of chains and dragged her to her feet by the hair. I attached a chain to each of her wrist restraints and then hooked them into the eyelets so her arms were held up and apart, then I gagged her again, cause I was going out to see the guys.
I blindfolded her, then stuck the headphones on her ears again, then, just before I left, something caught my eyes. It was some clothes pins in a box near the stairs. I grinned and picked up a few, then walked back to her. I opened one clothes pin and let the teeth close on her right nipple.
She yowled and jerked violently, her feet kicking and jerking and stumbling as she cried into the gag. I was taken a little by surprise, but appreciated the response. I snapped another one onto her other nipple, then knelt in front of her and gripped her thighs.
I tried to get a clothes pin into her pussy but she kept jerking and shaking. Finally, I screwed a couple more eyelets into the sides of the posts at ankle height, pulled her legs apart, and chained them there.
Then I eased her pussy lips open, found her clitty, and snapped the teeth of the clothes pin on it. She bucked and jerked and screamed, but I just held on, snapping several more clothes pins to her pussy lips and pink cunt flesh.
Then I stumbled back, watched her thrash and shake for a minute, and went upstairs.
I returned maybe five hours later.
She was more or less still now, kind of limp, almost hanging from her wrists. I stripped off as I watched her. It was obvious that with the headphones on she hadn't heard me come down. I grinned and pulled my lighter out of my pocket, then clicked it on.
I walked over to her and let the flame flicker against her right nipple.
She screamed and thrashed wildly as I pulled the flame back, grinning in amusement. She sobbed and moaned, probably wondering what had happened. I kept quiet and held the flame away from her. Then, after she'd settled down a little I let the flame flicker against her other nipple.
Again she howled into the gag, jerking and thrashing, pulling at the chains, making them jingle and jangle as she strained wildly. I held the flame away, then let it slide up against her pussy slit. This time I didn't yank it back so quickly. Instead I trailed it up and down her slit and all over her pussy, burning off her cunt fur.
She howled some more, humping and jerking her hips, and thought I figured I wasn't really burning her skin much, I didn't want to take any chances.
I did want her pussy fur off, though.
I went over to the work bench and got some tape, not that cheap masking tape, but the heavy black insulating, electrical tape. I tore off a ten inch strip, then placed it over her snatch and lower abdomen, then I ripped it off.
Boy, did she howl some. I looked at the tape and saw it was covered in hair. I looked at her pussy and saw most of it was gone. I wanted it as bare and soft as a baby's bottom, though, so I got another piece of tape and placed that over her pussy and abdomen, and ripped that off. There was a lot less hair on it, but still some. I did that a couple more times, until no hair came out and I couldn't feel anything at all on her crotch.
Well, the whore sure knew I was there by then, so I took off her blindfold and grinned at her.
"How you doin', Princess?" I asked.
Her eyes didn't seem to focus much, so I guess she wasn't doin' too good.
I pulled at the clothespins a little and she whined and moaned into the gag. I grinned and moved around behind her. She had a great ass, that girl, and with her legs pulled apart, it was damned inviting. I pressed up against her from behind and rubbed my cock along her ass crack.
I slid my arms around her and cupped her breasts, squeezing them, or trying to. They were damn hard already from the ropes. I pulled at the clothes pins some more, then reached down and pulled the tail out of her asshole. It popped loose like a cork coming out of a bottle, and I dropped it to the floor behind me as I pressed my cock against her asshole.
She didn't show any resistance or anything as I slowly worked my cock up into her asshole. I wasn't any too gentle, either. Once I was buried in her ass I started grinding and twisting and pumping my cock inside her as I stroked and squeezed her tits and pulled at the clothes pins.
I bit on the side of her throat as I fucked my cock up her, grinding my hips and slamming it up from different angles, stirring it around in her guts. All the faggot boys like getting it up the ass, so I figured the faggot girls must too.
I gave her a good, long ass fuck, thrusting deep on every stroke, skewering her buttery little rectum as she moaned and wriggled against me. There ain't nothing like pounding your dick up their ass to show snotty bitches just how cheap they are.
I came inside her finally, my balls blasting out a thick foamy flood of jism. My cock softened and I moved away, wiping my cock off on a rag. Her head hung low and I moved up in front of her and lifted it by the hair.
I took off her gag and shook her head a little.
"Hey, Princess. How you doing?"
"Water," she croaked. "Master. Master. Master?"
"Yeah, I'm master."
"Water, Master? Water, Master?"
"You think you deserve water, Princess?"
"Water? Water?"
She looked to be a little delirious. Well, it'd been more than thirty hours since she'd had a drink, and she'd sure sweated up a storm during that time, not to mention having her mouth filled with her cotton panties for most of that time.
"Want some water, Princess?" I asked.
"Water! Water!" she panted, eyes going wide.
"Say, Princess want water. Go on. Say it. Princess want water. Princess want water."
"Wa...water," she croaked. "Princess want water! Water!"
I snickered, then went and filled up a cup of water from the tap in the corner. I thought for a moment, then put the cup down and pulled over a chair. I unchained her ankles, then her wrists, and she would have fallen to the floor if I hadn't let her down easy.
I lowered her to her knees, then locked her wrist restraints together behind her back. I dragged a chair over and sat down in front of her as she looked at me blearily. She hardly seemed to notice the clothes pins clamped to her nipples or pussy.
"Water? Water?" she groaned. "Princess want water?"
I picked up the cup and let my cock and balls down into it, soaking them, holding her back by the hair while I did. Then I took the cup away and brought her lips to my cock. She slurped my cock into her mouth eagerly, and I wined a little at how dry her mouth was.
She sucked and licked at my cock, but it was like sandpaper. I jerked her back with a curse, deciding to start this out on something less sensitive. I poured a little water into the palm of my hand and let her lick and slurp it out.
I did that several more times, alternating by dipping my fingers into the water and letting her suck on them. Then I got creative.
"Want more?"
"Please! Please, Master!" she whimpered, looking at the cup longingly.
"I poured a little into my palm, but held it away.
"Do you love your master?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Say it."
"I love my master!" she gulped.
I let her lick the water out of my hand.
I filled my palm again.
"What's your name?"
"Princess! Princess! My name is Princess!"
I let her slurp another palm full of water.
"Tell me you love me," I ordered, holding another palm of water away.
"I love you! I love you, Master! I love you!" she cried.
I let her slurp up some more water from the palm of my hand.
"I'm a dirty slut, Master! I'm a dirty slut!"
"I love your cock, Master!"
"I love being fucked, Master!"
"I love being ass fucked, Master!"
Every time she said what I told her she got to lick and slurp from the palm of my hand. That didn't amount to a whole lot of water, of course, and I had plenty left in the cup to soak my cock and balls.
She slurped and sucked on my cock, licking at my balls with an eagerness she'd never shown in anything else she'd done. Her eyes were wild and desperate, and she licked passionately over my cock.
I kept dipping it in the water, and she kept licking and sucking. She didn't appear to either know or care that the cock had just come out of her asshole. All she wanted was the water.
My cock hardened as she slurped and bobbed her lips up and down it. As a dyke whore, she didn't know much about sucking prick meat, but she followed my every instruction instantly, eagerly, sucking on my balls, licking the underside of my cockhead, bobbing her lips up and down its length.
I reached down and caressed her hardened titties as she sucked, but she mostly ignored it, though she groaned a little around my meat. I decided this would be a good time to get her to deep throat me, since she didn't have anything much in her belly.
I raised my legs and dropped my feet on her shoulders as I pulled her face down into my groin. Then I jerked down hard while she was sucking, and my prickhead popped through into her gullet. She squirmed and gagged and choked, but I pulled down and my cock drove right down her throat.
I laughed to see her lips pressed against my groin, to see her wide eyes as she stared down at her taut, round lips wrapped around my pecker. I felt her throat squeezing and pulling and mashing down around my cock as it lay nestled inside her.
"There you go, baby," I sighed. "You can't make much noise with my cock down your throat, can you? Stinking, loud mouthed dyke."
I gripped her head tightly and pulled it up and down, up and down, riding her throat over my moist prick as she twitched and jerked. I pulled her throat back then and let my prickhead pop loose. She coughed and choked and panted for breath, sucking in deep breaths as she sobbed and moaned.
"That's called deep throating, whore girl. Every whore needs to know it, especially you. I plan on fucking your throat just about every day from now on.
I rubbed my spit-wet cockhead over her face, flicking it against her nose and over her lips and cheeks and forehead while she caught her breath, then I pushed my cock through her lips and jerked her face down hard, buying my dick inside her.
"All right, dog girl. You're going to start doing the work now. I want you to bob your lips up and down the entire length of the cock, understand? I want you to deep throat my meat without my having to force you. I'm gonna let you off now, and once you caught your breath you're going to suck it down your gullet again."
I pulled her mouth off and she coughed and panted for breath again. I dropped a little water over my cock and balls while she caught her breath, then brought my hands back behind my head as I watched her.
"All right, Princess, slide those pretty lips over my cock and gulp the whole thing down. I want my balls on your chin. Go."
"Ye...ye...yess, Master," she gulped.
She took several deep breaths as she stared at my rigid boner, then she licked her lips and slid them over my boner. She took in several inches, bobbed her lips up and down a few times, then closed her eyes and shoved her mouth down its length all the way.
"Good dog," I said, as her lips slid down to the base of my cock. "Very good."
I patted her head several times as she looked up at me, then she began to pull her throat back up its length. She bobbed her lips up and down my cock, doing a really good deep throat job considering it was her first. In fact, I was on the verge of coming.
I pulled her lips off me and shoved her back a little.
"Turn around, dog, and press your face against the floor. Raise that round ass of yours in the air, and spread your legs wide apart."
"Ye..yes, Master," she panted, shuffling around and showing me her ass.
She dropped forward onto her shoulders and raised her ass high, spreading her legs. I reached in between her thighs and unsnapped one of the clothes pins from her pussy lips. She gasped and moaned, her ass jerking briefly.
I reached down and unsnapped a second clothes pin. Again she gasped, then moaned in pain. I pulled a third free, and that left just one left, the one on her clitoris. I reached for it, then gripped it, but instead of freeing her clit I pulled on the clothes pin, tugging on her clit.
"OOooowww!" she cried, her ass jerking towards me.
I grinned, and jerked on it again, then again, as she started sobbing in pain. Then I unsnapped the teeth, and she let out a scream, her ass bucking and jerking feverishly. She fell onto her side, sobbing and moaning and squeezing her thighs together.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oooh! Ohhhhh! UhhhhH!" she sobbed.
"Jees, you'd think you'd be grateful," I said.
I reached down and gripped her thighs, lifting her back onto her knees, then dropped down behind her and stuffed my cock down her snatch. I rode her for several long minutes before spewing my stuff down her hole, then, as a reward for her, I let her drink the remains of the cup.





Five

I screwed hooks and eyelets into the ceiling of my bedroom, and brought Princess up there that night. I set things up the same as I had down in the basement, with her hanging by the ankles, blindfolded, with the headphones over her ears.
The only thing I did differently was that instead of her ankles being bound together, I had them open. I hung a three foot long iron bar from the ceiling. It had rings on either end, and I locked her ankle restraints to these, then I hung her upside down.
To make things a little more interesting for her I locked her wrists together, put a chain on them, then slid the chain through a couple of twenty-five pound weights. I figured that would straighten out the girl's spine some. It looked kind of like she was diving straight into the rug.
Yuck, yuck, yuck.
I went to bed then, and had a pretty good night's sleep. Princess didn't make much noise, other than an occasional moan or groan, and I slept through that easily enough. I had made another tape for her, which was pretty much like the first, though with a few differences.
I am Princess. I love my master. I love fucking my master. I love my master's cock. I am Princess. I love my master. I love being fucked in the ass. I love being fucked in the cunt. I love being fucked in the throat. I am a slut. I am Princess. I am a whore. I was made to give pleasure to men. I love my master...
Like I said before, it was on a constant repeat, so the little whore would have those words, and others like them, drummed into her head all night long.
I got a good eight hours sleep. When I opened my eyes she was the first thing I saw, and my prick started to rise pretty quickly. I slid out of bed nude and padded over to her, then rubbed my pecker up and down against her crack.
She moaned a bit, and I shoved my cock into her snatch and gave her a quick ride, nothing special, just the kind of jerk off quicky I was looking for in the mornings. I took off the headphones when I was done and sat back on the bed.
"How you feeling, Princess?" I asked.
"Ma..maassteeer?" she moaned.
"That's right, slut.
"Waaatteerr?"
I sighed and lay back on the bed, hands behind my head.
"Maaaassster? Waater, Maaster? Princess needs wa...waatter?"
"Are you a good slut, Princess?"
"Yes, Master! Princess is a good slut!"
"Do you love me, Princess?"
"I love you, Master! I love your cock, Master!"
"Do you want some water, Princess?"
"Yes, Master! Please, Master! Please can I have some water, Master!?"
My cock was soft, but that didn't mean it couldn't be useful. I got a cup of water and dipped my cock in it again, then let her suck on it.
Then, you know what happened? Well, I'd just fucked her. I'd just woke up. I was dipping my cock in water? What do you think happened? I needed to take a leak.
My first instinct was to get up and go to the can, but then I looked down at her sucking on my boner and laughed out loud.
First I took the weight off her wrists. She groaned loudly, lifting her arms and bending them slowly. I lowered the bar to the floor, lowering her as well, of course, then let her lay on her back for a minute to let the blood flow out of her head.
I pulled her up to her knees then and clipped her arms behind her back, then pulled her face in against my cock.
"I'm going to give you something to drink, little slut dog."
"Water!? Water, Master?"
"It's sort of watery. Open your mouth and drink it down. And if you spill one drop...one drop, I'll string you up and whip your tits again. Understand?"
"W-won't spill any, Master!"
I stuck my cock on her tongue and let go of my bladder. The piss poured out in a steady stream and filled her mouth. She gulped it down just as quickly, though she wrinkled her nose and made a funny sound at the taste.
I just let my cock rest there on her tongue inside her mouth while my piss poured out and down her throat. What a sight! It was an amazing feeling to be able to piss right into her mouth and have the slut swallow it all down! Just amazing!
I let her have a cup of real water, stuck the tail back into her asshole and put her collar back on, then walked her around the room, down the hall, down the stairs and then down into the basement. I gave her a pail of soapy water and a brush and told her to clean the floor of the basement while I ate breakfast.
There were bars on the windows down there, of course, and I locked her wrist restraints together in front of her, and her ankle restraints as well, so she'd have to crawl unless she wanted to hop.
After breakfast I went down and inspected the floor, and wherever I found parts that looked unwashed, or not washed enough, I made her lick all over to clean it, then rub it with her hair.
That gave me a bright idea, so I brought her upstairs after that and put her in the bathroom. I led her over to the toilet and told her to clean it. She blinked up at me, looking around for her brush. I just smiled and shook my head.
"Use your tongue, Princess," I said. "Go on, lick all around the base there, where those big bolts are, clean it all up."
I hadn't cleaned the can for at least a year, by the way, so it was kind of grody. She looked at it with an expression of disgust. I couldn't blame her, really, but I did anyway. I didn't want her even getting the idea that she could resist one of my orders.
"Now!" I yelled as loud as I could.
I slapped her ass hard and she cried out in pain and dove down, licking frantically all around the base of the toilet as I watched. She licked all around the bolts and the floor along the toilet, then up the side of the toilet to the rim.
I made her lick the rim too, of course, which was so disgusting I could hardly bear to watch. I would have made her clean the whole room with her tongue, but the place was so filthy it really required a hard bristled brush.
I went back down the basement and got the one from there, dumped out the dirty water, filled it with soap and water, and brought it and the brush back up to her. She was still licking at the toilet when I got there.
I dropped the pail down and told her to use it, to start on the tub, then do the sink, then the floor, then the toilet. I told her that when she was all done she could get into the tub and take a bath. I locked a chain to her collar and wrapped it around the sink pipe, then, locked it there and went out to play a game of softball with the guys.
I was pretty happy that day. Not only did I have a tight pussy, asshole, and mouth at my disposal, but I had someone to clean the place up, and hopefully, cook, though that would take further training.
Anyway, as it was I felt safe leaving her in the can. It didn't have a window and the chain wouldn't let her get out the door more than a couple of feet.
I couldn't help bragging a little to the guys about this whore I'd met, this chick who was a real tight cunt with a gorgeous face. I hoped that, once she was properly trained, I'd be able to introduce the guys to her, and even have an occasional gang bang.
Well, anyway, when I got home she was sitting on the can doing nothing much. She looked stricken when I walked in, like she had been caught at something. After a second I realized she was afraid I'd punish her for sitting on the can instead of kneeling on the floor.
Well, okay.
I looked around the place, inspecting everything. She'd not only done everything I'd told her she'd cleaned the walls too, which I'd forgotten to mention.
"Well, you did a good job here, Princess," I said.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
"Your hair looks nice too."
She flushed a little. "Thank you, Master."
"You know, for a cheap piece of fuck meat, you're pretty good looking, Princess."
"Thank you, Master," she said.
"Did I tell you you could sit down, Princess?"
"N..no, Master," she whined.
"Get back on the floor."
"Yes, Master," she panted, slipping onto her knees on the floor.
I unchained her and led her out of the bathroom and out into the living room, then sat her down and unlocked her restraints, locking them together behind her back.
"Whenever you're in the mood to sit down, Princess, you'll do it on the floor."
"Yes, Master."
"The way I want you sitting, is to sit on your heels with your knees well apart and your back straight. You understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do it."
"Yes, Master."
She knelt there, sat back on her heels and spread her legs wide open.
"Straighten your back and keep your head up, whore!"
"Yes, Master!"
I walked around her in slow circles while she sat there anxiously.
"Seats are for humans, Princess. You're not a human. You're an animal, a little fuck-animal, a little doggy slut. You belong on the floor on your knees."
"Ye...yes, Master," she said, her voice quivering.
"You'll have to be punished, Princess."
"I'm sorry, Master," she moaned, her eyes filling with tears.
"But, I guess I can use the light crop instead of the heavy one. Wait here."
I went downstairs and left her there. There was a louvered door between the kitchen and dining room, and I could look out at the living room through the slats. I stared at her through the slats, watching to see if she'd make a run for the door.
The door was locked, of course, with a dead bolt that required a key to open from either side. So was the kitchen door. She didn't know that, of course. If she made one move for either door I was gonna take the heavy crop to her pussy.
She didn't move, though, just sat there. She did turn her head a little and look at the door, like she was tempted, but she didn't move.
I went downstairs and got the light crop, then came back into the room.
"All right, Princess, I want you to press your face against the rug and raise your ass high."
"Yes, Master," she whimpered, obeying at once.
I came up behind her and slashed the crop down onto her ass. She cried out in pain, and burst into tears. I slashed it down again. It cut through the air with a hissing sound and cracked across her ass cheeks again. She interrupted her tears to cry in pain, then resumed them.
I cracked the crop down maybe a dozen times as she knelt there, ass high, round buttocks all white and perfectly shaped, criss-crossed with red lines.
"All right, slut," I said, putting the crop down. "Now say you're sorry for being a bad slut."
"I...I'm sorry, Master," she whimpered.
"All right. Just don't forget and do it again. You stay on the floor unless I say otherwise."
"Yes, Master."
"All right, slut, suck me off."
She looked up at me standing above her, then grunted and wriggled back up to her knees. She knelt in front of me and looked at my crotch, then up at me.
"Well?" I glared.
"I...I...your pants..."
"So undo them with your teeth, slut!"
"Yes, Master," she said fearfully.
She got her teeth on my belt and pulled on it but couldn't manage to undo the buckle. She'd pull it back, but wasn't able to push the little metal catch out of the hole.
I finally got impatient and slapped her face, throwing her back on her back on the floor.
"Stupid whore," I said, undoing the belt myself.
"I'm sorry, Master," she whimpered.
"Try now, whore and if you don't do it I'll take a whip to your cunt."
She crawled back in front of me and pulled with her teeth, popping the catch. Then she got ahold of the zipper and tugged it down. She gripped crotch of my pants and tugged them down, shifting from side to side until they dropped down my thighs. Then she slid her tongue in through the leg of my jockeys, got her teeth on the crotch, and tugged them down too.
It was kind of fun to watch, Y'know? But also a kind of a turn-on. My dick was already half hard by the time she got my underwear down and it could bounce out at her.
She slid her lips around the head and started sucking as I stood there with my arms folded. She slid her lips up and down the cock, then licked all along it, sucked on the balls, and finally eased her lips over the cockhead again and gulped down the whole length.
My cock was hard by the time it slid down her gullet, hard and thick, and I felt her tonsils stroking it as she ran her lips up and down the entire long length of it. She licked and slurped wetly each time the cock popped out into her mouth, breathing through her nose as she caressed the underside of my cockhead with her mouth.
I brought my hands down then and gripped her head, fucking my cock into her throat with faster and faster strokes as the pleasure mounted inside me. I was cursing softly, telling myself what an idiot I'd been to wait this long before grabbing one of these sluts for my own.
I came with a blast, pumping my jism down her throat and into her belly, then sighed and slid my dick out again, rubbing it across her face, then drying it with her hair.
"Not bad, slut. Not bad."
"Tha...thank you, Master," she panted.
I unclipped her wrists from behind her and hooked them together in front of her again, then slapped her ass and told her to go into the kitchen. I fetched the bucket and brush and set her to cleaning the kitchen floor while I got a beer and watched a game on TV.
And what should I see a half hour later but the little slut crawling out of the kitchen towards the bathroom.
"Where do you think you're going, whore?" I demanded.
"I...I have to go to the bathroom, Master," she blinked.
"Did you ask me if you could go to the bathroom?"
"N...no, Master," she whimpered.
"Did I tell you you could go to the bathroom?"
"No, Master," she moaned.
"How do you expect to go to the bathroom without sitting on the can? Hmm? I told you you aren't a human being. You don't get to sit on seats or cans. If you need to go, you go out side like any other bitch dog."
"But..."
"Do you need to take a leak?"
"Ye...yes, Master," she whined.
"Then I'll take you outside."
I got up and got her leash, then had her crawl back into the kitchen. She didn't crawl very good, of course, with her wrists locked together, but she got there well enough. I unlocked the back door and led her out onto the porch, then down the stairs and into the yard.
Like I said, we were just outside town, with few neighbours. I had a tall fence, and there were plenty of bushes and trees out there. Nobody could see into the yard unless they climbed the fence or a nearby tree.
I walked her onto the grass, thinking, as I did, that this was another chore I was gonna have to have her do.
"All right, whore. Here's a nice tree. Go ahead."
She looked up at me with those big eyes of hers, blinking them uncertainly.
"Go on, dog, squat and do your business," I grinned.
"But...but I...I mean..."
"I told you, you ain't gonna be able to use the toilet like a human being. You're a slutty little dyke dog whore, and this is the only toilet you're gonna get. You either go here or don't go at all."
So she kind of spread her knees, squatted a little, and let out a stream of piss against the grass. I stood over her grinning and snickering, which I know she appreciated.
"What a dirty little fuck dog," I taunted. "Filthy little creature."
When she was done I made her rub her pussy on the grass, then had her crawl back into the house. She resumed her work on the kitchen floor while I watched the game. When she'd finished the floor I had her do the cupboards, the lower ones, since I didn't want her on her feet just yet.
And then she comes out and interrupts my game again saying she has to go.
"Just how much fuckin' water did you have while you were in the bathroom alone?" I glared.
"I don't know, Master," she whined.
"Stupid bitch dog. You think I'm gonna walk you every half hour?"
"I'm sorry, Master," she whined.
"Cunt."
I got up and walked her out into the back yard and let her piss again, but then I felt like taking a leak myself, and snickered as I saw the best place to let fly.
"Sit down, slut," I ordered.
She was starting to crawl back to the house ad stopped in surprise, then folded her knees below her and sat back on her heels like I'd showed her earlier.
"I think I need to take a leak too," I told her, undoing my pants and taking out my prick. I pointed it at her face and told her to open her mouth, and she stared at me in surprise.
"I know you love the taste of piss, Princess, since you drank it all down earlier this morning," I leered.
"I...I didn't...I...Please, Master," she whined. "Please don't make me!"
Like I'd feared. Now that she wasn't half delirious and dehydrated from lack of water she was starting to get snotty and arrogant again.
"I tell you what to do, fuck-dog, and you do it!" I snarled. "Open your filthy mouth!"
She whimpered and whined some, but she opened her mouth as my piss shot out and splashed over her face. I soaked down her face but good before directing the stream into her open mouth. I filled up her mouth, then shifted my aim, making the piss splash against her round titties, then against her cunt crack.
While I was doing that she kind of lowered her head a little and let the piss dribble out of her mouth.
"You stinking whore!" I snarled. "You think I didn't see that? I told you to drink it down, not spit it out!"
I sprayed piss into her mouth and shuffled up close so I was standing only a foot away.
"Swallow it, fuck-dog. Drink my piss!"
She swallowed the piss until I had no more for her, then I shook off my cock and went to the garden hose. I turned it on full blast and directed the water against her face. She yelped and brought her hands up to shield her face, spitting and coughing.
I sprayed the water against her tits, and the power of the spray made the fat melons jiggle and wobble. She whimpered and tried to cover them too. I shot an icy stream of water at her cunt and she closed her legs, so I sprayed it into her face again.
"Sit still, slut!" I snarled. "Put your hands down."
She obeyed, whimpering as I sprayed her face and chest and cunt, soaking her through.
"Now turn around and bent over. Raise your ass and spread your legs."
She obeyed and I directed the stream at her pussy, twisting the nozzle so it was at full bore, gushing out strong and cold as it smacked against her soft little bare pussy pad. She moaned and shook her ass from side to side, but I kept the stream on target as I moved the nozzle right up against her snatch.
Then I shoved the nozzle right into her pussy. She yowled and moaned, but I forced the nozzle right up her gash. Water was gushing out all around it, despite her tight cunt lips. I pulled the nozzle out and shoved it against her asshole instead, forcing it up there.
I fucked her asshole, then her pussy with the metal nozzle, then took the thing out and turned off the water.
"All right, whore, I said. "Crawl back to the porch."
She fell a few times but made it to the porch, where I took some old towels and dried her off...more or less. Then I let her back into the kitchen to resume her work on the cupboards. After she'd done the lower ones I gave her special permission to stand up so she could do the upper cupboards and the walls.
I kept the light crop handy, and came in to check on her from time to time, usually finding some excuse to whip her little ass a few times to encourage her to work harder.
She was about finished by the time I went in to make my dinner. She kept looking at me while I was making it until I finally told her to get her lazy bitch ass back to work.
"Master? I'm so hungry, Master," she whined.
"What the fuck do I care if you're hungry?" I glared. "I'll feed you if and when I feel like it. You're too much of a pain in the ass for me to bother feeding now. Maybe I'll feed you tomorrow if you're good, or maybe the next day or the day after that, or next week."
I wasn't serious, of course. She was already a bit on the skinny side, and I didn't want her becoming all bones. It'd been, what, about two days plus maybe five or six hours since her last meal. She'd lose a few pounds, but she wouldn't starve. Maybe I'd let her eat some food out of my hands, save her some table scraps.
Yeah, that sounded like a good idea; get her to eat out of my hands like a bitch dog should.
So I made my dinner, a TV dinner, and went back into the living room to watch TV. But I got suspicious, see, so I kept sneaking up to those louvered doors to peek in at her, and the third time I caught her sticking her hand into a bag of chocolate chip cookies and pulling one out.
As soon as she had it in her mouth I shoved the door open, screaming like a banshee and slashing at her with the light crop. I wasn't really mad, see, but I needed her so scared shitless of me she wouldn't dare disobey me.
I slashed the crop down as fast as I could, raining blows on her shoulders and back and ass and legs as she screamed and curled up in a ball on the floor.
I threw down the whip, gripped her wrists, and bound them behind her back again. I locked her ankle restraints together too, then wrapped her blonde hair around my fist and started dragging her along the floor.
She yelled and yowled and howled and screamed as I dragged her into the living room, then up the stairs, bouncing her ass off the steps as we went. I dragged her into my room and undid her wrists, then attached them to the ends of the bar that I'd hung from the ceiling.
I went to the wall and pulled on the chain, which went over the hook and was attached to the bar, lifting her up to her feet and pulling her arms high before locking it off, then I went and got the heavy crop.
She was sobbing and pleading for forgiveness, apologizing and whining and moaning as I started in on her back, but I ignored it, whipping the crop down on her back as hard and fast as I could. I stared on her shoulders and worked my way down onto her ass, then her thighs.
By that time she was hanging by the wrists, sobbing and moaning in exhaustion. I gripped her hair and jerked her head back violently, glaring down at her.
"Don't you ever disobey my orders, you filthy little fuck-dog," I snarled. "You do as you're told!" I screamed, raising my voice high. "Filthy stinking slut whore!"
I went to the wall and raised the chain so she was lifted off her feet, then went back downstairs and stuck my TV dinner back in the microwave to reheat it. I left her hanging there until bedtime.
I let her babble and whine and sob her apologies for a full ten minutes before easing her back down onto her feet. I decided she could stay there the night, though. I got ready for bed, then stripped naked. Before going to bed I used her to jerk off, lifting her right leg, thrusting into her, and giving her a fast fuck to dump my load.
Then I got into bed and turned off the lights. My attempt at sleep kept getting interrupted, though, by her moans and groans.
"Shut the fuck up, whore!" I yelled at one point.
She quieted for a little bit, then started moaning and making noises again.
"I hear one more sound out of you, slut and I'll give you something to really whine over," I warned.
That kept her quiet for a little bit, but then I heard a little whimper. I flung back the covers, turned on the lights and stomped over to her.
"I'm sorry, Master," she whined.
"Not half as much as you're gonna be, whore."
I got the heavy crop and slashed it down across her right breast. Her whines turned to howls of pain as I brought the crop down again and again and again on both her sweating, ivory tit mounds. I shifted my aim lower, cracking the whip against her ribs, then her belly before putting it down. I found the ball gag I'd bought at the sex shop and stuffed it into her mouth, then fastened it around behind her head and went back to bed.
Just for good measure I raised the bar so she was pulled off her feet, and left her hanging like that all night.




Six

When I woke up in the morning I found that the whore had pissed on the floor sometime during the night. To punish her for that I lifted her ankle restraints up and fixed them to the sides of the bar next to her wrists.
Then I took out the light crop and lashed her naked pussy mound a few dozen times. She was a little dazed, but she sure woke up fast the first time the crop struck her bare pubes. She started howling like a banshee as I cut the crop across her slit again and again.
I put down the light crop and started in on her with the heavy crop then, slashing it into her pussy another couple of dozen times for good measure. Then I let her ankles fall free and lowered the bar until she could bend over and lick the piss off the floor.
When she'd licked it all up I made her dry the floor with her hair, then raised the bar again, lifting her off her feet once more. I got several of my weights and attached two fifty pound barbells to each ankle restraint, then went to work.
I tell you, by the time I got home that night she looked like she was dead. I had to put my hand against her mouth to make sure she was breathing. I cut her down and dragged her into the bathroom, stuffed her into the shower and turned the water on cold.
That roused her, barely. She couldn't stand on her own, though, so I had her crawl downstairs, using her leash to half drag her along, and the light crop to encourage her to shake her skinny tail. I fucked her pussy while she knelt there submissively, then let her lick up a bowl of milk.
That added some energy to her, but not much, so I decided to take it easy on her. I didn't want to wreck a perfectly good fuck-dog, after all. I let her crawl into the living room, then lie down on the rug and get some sleep.
You'd think she'd have gotten plenty of sleep already, but I guess it was hard to relax hanging from her wrists with weights on her ankles.
I let her lay there all evening, waking her at bedtime to give her another bowl of milk. Then I led her upstairs, fucked her on all fours, and chained her collar to the bedpost, letting her sleep on the floor next to my bed.
Next morning I put her through her paces, crawling and begging and licking my feet and cock. Then, deciding her training was at a crucial point in time, I took the day off to stay with her.
I let her eat some chocolate chip cookies, but only in pieces she licked out of my hands. I let her have some more milk, then took her upstairs and gave her a bath, acting nice to her.
Over the course of that day we watched porno movies, I taught her to do a strip tease, and the kind of sexy moves table dancers did at the strip clubs I went to. I also had her jerk off for me, laying back and diddling her pussy with first her fingers, then the dildos I'd bought for her.
She was as eager to please as a puppy, not wanting to do anything that would make me mad at her again, I guess. She was a little bopped in the head, though. I mean, she talked like a moron or a retard, or one of those Asian hookers that didn't speak English very well. "Princess love master," she would yap. "Princess be good slut. Princess clean house. Master like Princess? Master want fuck Princess?"
Well, I hadn't gotten her for snappy conversation, had I? She was a good fuck, and that was all that mattered. After a few more days she even started to get some enthusiasm into her fucking. She'd hump back against my cock when I rode her doggy style, or bounce up and down happily whenever I let her ride on top.
She'd also purr like a kitten with any little compliment. A couple of weeks later I had enough confidence in her behavior to invite a couple of my friends over to fuck her. They were elated, and she gave a great performance, doing a strip tease, then jerking off with a dildo while we watched.
The guys fucked her but good, and she fucked back just as hot.
Anyway, she'd turned into a real good little fuck-dog, and I kept her around for several years, doing the cooking and cleaning, sucking and fucking me, and sometimes the guys. Eventually, though, I got bored with her. A man just ain't meant to fuck the same old pussy forever.
So I drove her into the next town one night and let her off beside the road, then drove home. It was kinda sad the way she looked after me, like a puppy whose master had took off and left him behind, but hell, I wanted some fresh snatch.
I grabbed this gorgeous brunette the next day, and put her through her paces. Her name was Karen, and she broke a lot easier than Darcy had, maybe because she was younger, and not a dyke.
I kept an eye on the papers and the TV news over the next week, but the only thing I found about Darcy was an article in the paper that said a woman was found wandering by a roadside in the middle of the night. She was retarded, they thought, and pregnant.
Pregnant? That was a fuckin' surprise. I'd fed her pills pretty near every day, but, well, I guess I forgot now and then. Oh well. So I was gonna be a daddy. Whoop de doo.
Anyways, Karen was such a pliable little whore that I kept her for almost five years before trading her in on a black woman. I had her for awhile, then traded her for a redhead named Annie. After Annie came an Asian girl, Chinese, I think, who was the best of them all, at least so far as obedience went.
There was other girls after them, a brunette, a blonde, and a Hispanic girl. They were all fairly easy to train, and pretty decent fucks once you had them broken in.
Then one day, after I'd traded in the Hispanic girl, I was checking out the papers like I always did after letting one of my whores go, and I come across this article about battered and abused women. Well, I always like a good laugh, so I read the thing, right.
And somewhere along the way, where it's talking about this bitch that got her head punched in, or that slut that got herself killed, it mentions a woman it names "Cindy", though it says that's not her real name. The story says "Cindy" was found wandering by the side of the road twenty-one years earlier, having been abducted and held as a sexual slave for several years.
It tells how therapists and psychologists, and other goody-goody types had managed to get her to regain her "sense of self-worth", and feel good about herself.
What bullshit!
Anyway, it also says how the guy that grabbed her made her call him master, and made her crawl around like a dog, and says how she was left pregnant by this guy. Well, I knew damned well they were talking about that Darcy bitch, the dyke.
I got mad when they say she's in charge of some kooky feminist group that's fighting for tougher laws for "evil perverts like the one that kidnapped her".
Evil Pervert? Who did that fuckin' whore think she was anyway? She was a fuckin' dyke for fuck's sake! I did her a favour!
The thing goes on to say that she was so traumatized that she could never remember much about the man nor how he grabbed her in the first place, and ends saying how "Cindy" is so glad her daughter has grown up to be a proud feminist.
I was really pissed off, let me tell you, and I thought for awhile about what to do. Well, what I did was I found out the address of this feminist group and went down there, then parked and watched it for a while.
And who comes out but old Darcy, my first fuck-dog. She was in her early forties now, and looked like she weighed about three hundred pounds. That pretty much ended the idea I'd had of grabbing her again and giving her a real good ride to show her her place. I decided to follow her home instead, and see if I couldn't think of something else to do.
She gets into a Ford and drives off, with me following, then turns into the college campus. I'm wondering what the whore is doing there, see, when she pulls over in front of a building and this gorgeous young blonde gets in.
Well, a brick don't have to fall on my head. I saw the young one kissing Darcy before they drive off, and figure, hey, no young piece of muff like that is gonna be making out with a fat bag like Darcy, and besides, she looks too much like her to be anything but her daughter.
So this was the little feminist Darcy was so proud of, huh? My kid? Maybe I should get to know the little bitch some. I was sure Darcy would like her to get to know her own proud daddy.
So I followed them home, and over the next couple of days studied their habits to see what would be the best time and place to grab the little whore and show her what was what. I'd refined my pickups by then, of course, and no longer touched anyone who could be linked to me in any way, no co-workers, for example, or neighbours.
I'd also gotten a simple little device, a stun gun, which made it real easy to shut the bitches up long enough to make off with them. I had a panel truck which I parked nearby, and would just heft them in and drive off.
Anyway, I found the perfect place. Every day she had to go from her feminist studies class to her Women in Literature class, and passed through a small treed square to get there. If I parked the van at the sidewalk where she'd come out I blocked anyone's view of her.
And since she tended to be alone, it would be a quick and easy snatch.
I put a sign on my van that said PLUMBING, then stood around in coveralls with a fake beard waiting for the little feminist to show up. She was there right on time, wearing a short sleeved shirt and tight jeans. I spent a few moments admiring her figure, then shuffled over to one side and half turned away from her so she wouldn't consider me any threat.
I let her walk past, then shot my arm around her throat and jammed the stun gun into her ribs, giving her a good toasting. She jerked and quivered and gurgled a little, but hardly made a sound as I picked her up and tossed her into the van.
I slammed the door, quickly rolled her onto her belly and cuffed her ankles and wrists together, then stuffed a ball-gag into her mouth and got into the driver's seat. I snickered in glee as I drove off, thinking what that fat pig Darcy would think.
She started wriggling around back there long before I got her home, but there wasn't anything she could do so I ignored it. I drove into the garage and shut the door, then went back and squatted down next to her.
"Hey there, baby," I grinned as she looked up. "How you doin'? You ready for a little fun and games?"
Well, she didn't answer, which wasn't no big surprise given the ball-gag in her fat yapper. I opened the side door and unlocked the cuffs from her ankles, figuring on havin' her walk into the house and down to the basement. Well, would you believe I drag the slut out and as soon as she's got her feet on the ground she kicks me?
She tried for my nuts but missed cause' I twisted aside. Her foot hit my thigh something good, though, and hurt like hell. I staggered back aways and she ran to the garage door, which was closed O' course, dumb bitch. She turns and runs to the door leading into the house then; only she's got her hands cuffed behind her so she can't work the thing.
I ran over to her and she runs away from the door and back around the van. Where the little cunt thought she was goin' I don't know. I ran around the other way and grabbed her, then through her back against the van and landed a hard fist into her belly.
She collapsed to the concrete, groaning, and I caught my breath and glared down at her. Proud feminist, was she? I was gonna show her what pride she should have in herself, all right.
I had some tree cuttings stacked in a garbage can, and went over and fetched one, a long, thin flexible switch that would bounce real nice off this little bitch's ass cheeks.
Then I went back to her and grabbed her curly blonde hair, dragging her over to the work bench there. I slid my hand around her throat and stared down into her face, glaring as nasty as I could.
"You listen to me, you little whore," I hissed. "You are gonna do exactly what I tell you to do, and only what I tell you to do. And you're gonna like it! You ain't gonna try and hit me or kick me or bite me or scratch me, or anything like that, or I promise you you will regret it.
"IF YOU LIVE LONG ENOUGH!!" I screamed into her face.
Okay, it's dramatic, but it works.
"Now, you're gonna have to be punished like the bad little girl you are, for being rude and trying to kick me," I said.
I undid her pants, and though she whined and wriggled and tried to kick me again I got them open, then jerked them and her panties down and bent her across the table. I raised the switch and halted a moment while I admired her ass, then slashed it down against her.
She yowled into the gag as the switch bit into her ass, and again tried to kick out at me. I grabbed ahold of her hair and jammed her face into the wood, then whipped her ass about half a hundred times, my arm rising and falling until it started getting tired.
Course' it was just a little switch, so it didn't do no real damage, but the bitch had stopped fighting, and was sobbing and moaning by the end of it, tears pouring down her face.
"All right, you whore," I said. "Now you're gonna be a good little bitch, ain't you?"
"Ain't you!!?"
She nodded her head tearfully.
"All right, then. You start walking. Go on, git."
I pulled her to her feet and made her walk around the van towards the door. Her pants were around her ankles, so she had to shuffle along like that bare assed, and I figured that wasn't doing much for her pride.
Yuk. Yuk.
I opened the door for her and she shuffled into the house.
I should say that this wasn't the same house her mother had been in. The city had gotten bigger, so I'd moved further out. It was a nicer place, though, on account of me havin' more money now.
Anyways, I kept the switch and swung it against her bare ass every now and then as I made her shuffle through the living room and down the hall into the kitchen. I opened the basement door, then turned her around and swung her up over my shoulder.
I carted her down into the basement, where my rec room was set up, then over to a big book case which held the entrance door to the bomb shelter some old fart had put in here long ago. I slid it aside and carried my newest fuck-dog through, setting her down on the other side and clanging the door closed behind us.
She looked around in horror, eyes huge and bulging out as she saw what she was getting in to.
I guess she figured I was just one of those impatient guys who grab a girl, tear her clothes off, fuck em' silly, then dump em off at the side of the road. But now she saw that I was someone who planned things out, who was gonna keep her for more than a few hours.
At one end of the room was a little cage with some straw on the bottom. It was about four feet square. There was a long table in the middle of the room, with leather straps on the four corners, a couple of special frameworks I'd built out of two by fours to hold naughty little sluts, a sawhorse, again with straps and buckles, and chains hanging from the ceiling in various places and positions.
There was also an electrical generator and some gear I put together for shocking snotty feminists and others like em', and a few other things I'd found the need for over the years, including spare restraints, handcuffs, ropes, chains and some nice lingerie for the little whores to wear.
"That's right, slut," I grinned. "You're gonna be here for a while."
She continued to stare around the place in shock and horror, then slowly dropped to her knees. That was handy enough for me. I shoved her over the rest of the way, then grabbed her pants and jerked them off, along with her panties and shoes and socks.
I knelt between her legs as she lay there on the floor; her eyes filled with embarrassment and fear, and slid my hands up and down her thighs as I grinned. I ran my hands up her body and ripped her blouse open, drawing a mewling whimper from her gagged mouth.
I tore her bra open and fastened my hands on her soft, proud titties, squeezing and kneading them as she whimpered and started to cry.
"Now that ain't very proud of you, sweetie," I said. "I thought you're supposed to be a proud feminist."
She stared at me in shock.
"Yeah, that's right. I read that article. It wasn't hard to figure out who your mother was, and track her down. I was gonna grab her and show her what a cheap whore she was, but I didn't know what a pig she'd turned into."
I bent way over and put my face inches from hers.
"I'm the guy that grabbed her years ago, baby," I leered. "I'm your daaaddddddyyyyyyyyyy!"
I drew back and howled in laughter as she stared up at me through her huge eyes. I ran my eyes over her body, followed by my hands.
"Not bad," I said. "You got as good a body as your old lady used to have, maybe even better. Tell me, you a queer like she was? Huh? You like to suck pussy like your momma? Well, I guess it don't matter. I taught her how to love cock and I'll teach you too."
I unzipped my pants and took out my pecker, wagging it back and forth so she'd see it, then pressed it against her slit. I wasn't in no hurry, and rubbed it all over her soft, sweating ass cheeks, up over her pussy mound and back and forth over her crack as I smiled down at her.
"You're gonna love this, slut," I said. "Your momma sure did. It got to be so she'd beg and whine for it as soon as she saw me. That's one of the reasons I dumped the bitch.
"You're gonna learn to be as good a little fuck-dog as she was, slut. I'm gonna teach you everything a filthy little whore like you needs to know in life. After all, it's a daddy's job to teach his little girl how to behave."
I laughed again, sliding my hands over her body, squeezing and stroking her firm, round breasts, and soft, smooth belly, sliding my hands up and down her flanks and over her shoulders.
She trembled in terror as she stared up with her big bug eyes, but I knew she was looking forward to it. I had a great looking cock, even if I do say so myself, and a little whore like her would love nothing better than getting it up the crack.
Unless she was a dyke whore like her mother, of course, but I'd soon teach her how to love cock. In fact, the whore would learn to worship cock.
I decided to prolong her terror. After all, exercise was good for the heart, right, so all the pounding it was doing was a good thing. Yuk, yuk, yuk.
I stood up and jerked my pants down, then stripped off completely. I wasn't as muscular as I used to be, but I figured I wasn't bad for my age, and anyway, her eyes were gonna be locked on my big ol' butter churner.
I straddled her body, sitting down on her belly and rubbing my hairy ass over it. I squeezed her tits repeatedly, then bent over and started sliding my tongue over them. I sucked on each nipple, chewing and slurping on it until it was hard, then slid my tongue up over her throat and rubbed it against her face.
I snickered as she tried to turn away, then sat up and slid my cock over her tits, rubbing it back and forth. I stroked the little piss hole against her nipples as she whimpered and snuffled miserably.
"Probably a little dyke, like your whore mother," I sneered. "I wonder what your name is? Don't matter. Never mind. Her name was Princess, so I think I'll name you....hmmm, Daisy. That's it. Your name is Daisy. Understand, fuck-dog?"
I slapped her face and she yelled into the gag.
"I asked if you understood, Daisy!"
She nodded her head and I grinned and slid back along her body until I was kneeing between her thighs.
"My name is Master. That's what you call me. Whenever you talk you'll say yes, master, or no, master, and you better say it with respect, fuck-dog, or I'll whip your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down."
I rubbed my cock along her crack, then forced it slowly inside. She groaned and whimpered, her legs jerking and twitching as my cock probed the entry of her fuck channel. I forced it up her hole, then gripped her legs behind the knees and forced them up and back against her breasts.
I leaned down on them, putting all my weight on them as I loomed over her, then I let my weight come down behind my cunt-pumper, and forced the whole thing down into the bitch's snatch. She whimpered harder, but didn't do much but shake as I buried my tool in her sucking hot fuck tunnel, then ground my hips into her upturned ass.
"Ahhhh," I sighed. "Nothing like hot pussy on a cool day. You like it, slut? Like having a belly full of cock meat? Huh? I bet you do. This is what you were designed for, slut. This is one of your basic, natural positions. Get used to it."
I twisted my cock around inside her belly, then started pumping slowly. Her crack was chewing on my cock like it was gonna bite it right off, but I kept at it, forcing it up her snatch again and again until I wore down her muscles.
Then I pounded the bitch!
I practically wore myself out doin' it, but I gave that dirty slut a fuck she wasn't gonna soon forget! I pounded my tool down her crack as hard as I could, ripping it free each time, only to hammer it down into her again.
I had the slut crushed together underneath me as I brought my hips down onto her ass cheeks with bruising force. I drilled that little twat of hers with a fast enough stroke to start it on fire! I shoulda had twigs and grass down there. I bet I coulda made it burn!
It didn't matter a damn to me that the slut was technically my daughter. I mean, she was a whore! They all are! Fucking was what she was made for, what she'd be able to do best. It's what her body was designed for, and anybody who thought otherwise was an asshole.
It'd sure be cruel to force a little boy under water and keep him there, but hell, if it was a fish, it'd only be natural, right. It's the same way with whores. There ain't no such thing as too much water for a fish, and there ain't no such thing as too much cock for a whore.
So I gave the little tramp every inch I had, spiking it down to her with as much power as I could manage, and if that churned up her guts and burned out her pussy, so fuckin' what.
In the end I poured my steaming jiz down her fuck tunnel and then sat back on my heels to catch my breath. She was still whining, obviously having been taught by her whore mother that she shouldn't let any cocks near her slit unless there was lots of money in it.
Well, it didn't matter what her bitch mother had taught her. Good ol' dad was gonna teach her different.
I ripped of the remains of her shirt and bra, then dragged her to her feet. I pulled her over near the shelves and found a nice studded leather dog collar for her.
"Your first collar, Daisy," I grinned, as I locked it around her throat. "Later on I'll weld on a good solid steel one. But this'll do for now."
I undid her handcuffs and stood back, grinning, as she pouted up at me. I turned her around and undid the ball-gag, the spun her back.
"Hi there, sweetie," I sneered.
She just looked up at me, lower lip trembling.
I pulled a tight, lacy, see through corset from the shelf and pushed it against her. "Put this one, whore."
She looked down at it, then up at me, then down at it again.
"I gave you an order, Daisy!" I glared. "You say, yes, master, and then do it!"
"Ye...yes, Master," she whimpered.
She pulled the thing against herself, but couldn't seem to figure out how to get it on. I slapped her face, which made her whine again, and pulled the thing in tight against her, tying it up in back. I spun her back and examined the effect.
"Not bad," I said.
The corset lifted her tits upwards and out, without covering more than a couple of inches of the undersides. I got a couple of black stockings, and had her put them on, then snapped them to the corset, then I tossed her a couple of black stiletto heeled shoes to wear.
I pulled over a video camera and turned on the lights, focusing it on the slut.
"Say cheese, Daisy," I grinned. "This is for mommy."
She stared stupidly up at the camera while I panned up and down her body. I glared and paused the recording.
"Run your hands up and down your body, whore. Remember, your momma's a dyke. She'll probably appreciate it."
She just stared at me, blinking her eyes.
"Stupid whore!" I snapped. "Do what you're told!"
She slowly moved her hands up and down her body, not really seeming to understand what was going on. She was probably in shock I guess, after having just been robbed of a good solid fuck without getting anything back for it.
"Turn around and bend over, whore!" I snarled.
She obeyed, though she forgot to say yes master, for which I was gonna punish the slut real soon. Right now I focused the camera in on her snatch.
"See this tight little snatch, Princess, baby?" I said. "I just gave her a real good old fucking, the kind of fucking you used to love so much. I pumped a gallon of juice down her slutty hole, baby."
I wrapped a belt around her wrists and arms and shoved her against the wall, then focused the camera on her again.
"Got anything to say for mommy, Daisy? Huh? Bark for mommy. Go on. Bark. BARK!"
"A...arf," she said in a shaky, panting voice. "Arf, arf."
I snickered and put down the camera.
"And now to teach you a few lessons, Daisy," I grinned.




Seven

One of the things I'd gotten over the years that were handy for training sluts, was a cattle prod. This was a small one, only about a foot long, but it was highly effective. Oh, I turned the voltage down, some, on account of whores not having as thick hides as cows, but it still got their attention.
I had the slut strip off again, then told her to stand up straight and put her hands behind her head. Then I butted the prod into her belly and zapped her one.
She screamed and leapt backwards, falling on her ass on the floor, sobbing and moaning.
"The lesson is, slut," I said. "That when I give you an order you say yes master, then you do it instantly, energetically, with no hesitation and no snotty looks. I don't want any complaints from you. I don't want to hear you whining. I don't want any insolence or resentment. You will be happy, cheerful, and smiling. For I am being kind to you. I am teaching you your natural function, which is to give pleasure to men."
I stood over the moaning slut and smiled.
"Now get back on your feet, stand straight, and put your hands behind your head!" I snarled.
She crawled to her feet, clutching her belly and moaning, then brought her hands behind her head again, straightening up only slightly. I swung the prod at her and she swung her hand out to block it. That was okay. It zapped her hand, and flung her backwards.
She screamed and sobbed as she clutched her wounded hand.
"You forgot to say yes master. You didn't stand up fast enough, and you didn't stand up straight. SLUT! WHORE! Do it again! Go on! STAND UP STRAIGHT!"
She sobbed and choked back the tears as she stood up quickly and jerked her hands up behind her back. I zapped her in the hip and she howled and fell against the wall, tears pouring down her face as she sobbed and moaned.
"You didn't say yes master!" I snapped. "DO IT AGAIN!"
"Yes, Master!" she sobbed, standing up quickly and bringing her hands behind her back.
"Straighten that back! Stick those tits out!"
"Yes, Master!" she cried.
I walked around her slowly, sliding the cattle prod against her ass and back, then around her front, up over her tits and against her face. My thumb was on the button, but I didn't press it...yet.
"What is your name?" I asked calmly.
"S...su...susan," she whimpered.
I shook my head and slid the prod down between her legs, then thumbed the button. She screamed as she was flung backwards, stumbling and staggering, then falling on her ass, clutching her pussy, and moaning.
"You forgot to say master again," I said. "And your name is DAISY! Say it! Daisy! Daisy!"
"R...Daisy! My name is Daisy!" she gasped.
"Let's try it again. Get on your feet, whore!"
"Yes, Master!" she moaned, crawling back to her feet and resuming the position. I rolled the cattle prod back and forth over her breasts as I gazed down at her.
"I will make this clear to you, slut. You are a filthy piece of cunt meat, no more. You will obey me! Repeat that."
"I...I am a filthy piece of cunt meat, Master. I will obey you, Master!"
"Good. Good."
I slid the prod against her slit, then slowly worked it up inside her. She quivered and trembled and moaned, staring down at the prod.
"Look at me!"
"Yes, Master," she gasped, staring at my face.
I forced the prod higher, fucking her with it.
"Now, whore. Tell me, how many guys have gotten their cocks into your slimy little twat?"
"I...I...five, master?" she whimpered.
"Only five? Don't you mean a hundred? Admit it. A hundred guys have fucked you, haven't they? Haven't they!?"
"Ye...yes, Master," she sobbed, knees shaking.
I grinned. "So you lied to me, hmmmm?"
I pressed the button and she screeched and tore off the cattle prod like she had a rocket up her ass. She wound up sobbing and shaking in the corner.
"Never lie to me, whore," I said.
I reached down and gripped her by the hair, dragging her along the floor as she sobbed and moaned and clutched my wrist. I dragged her over to one of the frames I'd constructed and drew her up against it.
Basically, it was a T frame, with one vertical two by four, and a horizontal crossbeam. I pushed her against it and strapped her wrists to the ends of the crossbeam, which was, oh, about chest high, maybe just below her shoulder blades.
I went behind her and picked up another strap which was attached to the back of the frame, throwing it over her head and pulling it back against her mouth. I forced it into her mouth, then pulled back hard, forcing her head up and back. I buckled it down so her whole head was pulled way back and she was looking at the wall behind her.
Then I went around front and strapped her legs down at the ankles and thighs. It was a great sight, and I got the video camera and took some pictures of her like that. Then I set it up on a tripod and put on a balaclava.
I got the light crop first, then went back to her and smiled at the camera. I raised the crop then slashed it down onto her right tit. She howled in agony as the crop cut across her taut, round meat, leaving an angry red line behind.
"Now, now, this is gonna hurt me more than it does you," I said. "Or is that the other way around? Oh, well."
I slashed the crop against her other tit, and the whole frame shuddered as she howled and shrieked and pulled desperately at the straps. I slashed it down again and again and again, giving her maybe twenty good ones across the tit balls before stopping.
I put down the crop and picked up the cattle prod, then stepped up in front of her and examined her sweating, heaving chest. It didn't look too bad. I pressed the tip of the prod against her right nipple and thumbed the button.
Again she howled and thrashed and tore at the straps, her body shaking and heaving as she tried to break free. I shocked her other nipple, and there was a virtual repeat. I shocked her belly, then her throat, then jabbed the prod into the side of her right tit, then up against her snatch.
Each response was pretty near the same, a scream and violent shaking. It started to get boring so I stopped.
"Have you learned anything yet, Daisy?" I asked. "Have you learned to be a good little slut? Have you learned to always obey your master? Hmmm?"
I had three alligator clips, and I snapped them down onto her nipples one by one, then against her clitty. Each produced a squeal of agony and more shaking. I grinned appreciatively. Then I attached small weights to the clips, and left.
I went upstairs and had a shower, then watched the news on TV. There was no mention of a missing whore yet. I had dinner, then went downstairs to see how Daisy was doing.
"Hey there, Daisy," I said, greeting her pleasantly. "How's it hangin"?"
Yuk, yuk, yuk.
I went over to her and flicked the weight hanging from her clitty, making it swing from side to side.
"Are you gonna be a good little slut?" I asked.
She mumbled something but I couldn't make it out. I went around behind the frame and unbuckled the strap that was holding her head back, drawing it out of her mouth. Then I gripped her hair and lifted her head up and forward. Her eyes were unfocused for several seconds.
"Hey, there, Daisy," I said. "Have we learned anything yet? Have we learned to be a good, obedient little slut and pay attention to her master's orders?"
"You...you...baasstarrddd!" she sobbed.
"Well now that ain't nice," I frowned. "In fact, it's downright rude."
I recognized the feeling though. Sometimes after you give the whores their first real beating, they figure, hey, you've done your worst and I survived asshole.
I hadn't done my worst of course, not even close.
"You do realize that you'll have to be punished again," I said.
"Fu...fu...fucker," she gasped, then tried to spit at me.
I punched her in the guts and that knocked the wind out of her, keeping her more or less quiet while I unstrapped her and half dragged, half carried her across to one of the other frames. This one was a big X. I pushed her back against it, then raised her hands high and buckled the straps up on the top bars around her wrists.
She tried to kick me, but I rammed my knee up into her snatch and that took the fight out of her. I spread her legs and wrapped the straps around her ankles to keep them there, then rolled over my little electrical system.
It consisted of several long wires, which were attached in most cases, to alligator clips just like the ones on her nipples and clitty. There were others, though, connected to long, thin metal tubes.
I hummed as I slid a studded leather belt around the slut's hips, then picked up one of the thin tubes. I pressed it against her slit and pushed it up inside her snatch, then pulled down a strap from the belt and snapped it to the base of the tube to hold it there.
I pushed another tube up her asshole, producing some more sobbing, then snapped the base of that to another strap that was hanging off the back of the belt.
That done I removed the alligator clips from her nipples, which drew gasps and curses and sobs of pain, then snapped new ones on, which drew shrieks and moans.
I removed the final alligator clip, then stood there for a couple of minutes to let her calm down before snapping another one right back on.
"Now you're all set," I said. "It was a lot of trouble, but if you hadn't been snotty and bad mouthed me it wouldn't have been necessary. You could be getting a nice little lesson in cock sucking now instead of this."
"I hate you!" she spat. "I hope you die! I'll kill you! I will! As soon as i..uuuhhhhh!"
Nothing like a punch in the face to shut a whore up.
"Now then, you are going to obey me absolutely. Understood?"
She moaned and shook her head.
I reached down to the controls and turned one of the dials hard over to the right.
She shrieked and her entire body thrashed against the frame, her voice a quavering, quivering gurgling howl.
An electric probe up the asshole will do that.
"Now then, let's try again," I said, turning the juice off. "You are going to obey me, slut. Isn't that right?"
I waited a second while she continued to moan.
"I asked you a question, whore? You better answer."
"I...yes," she said in a choked voice. "Yes, Master."
"Yes, Master what?"
"I...yes, Master, I...I will obey you, Master," she panted.
"Good start," I said. "Now then. You are a filthy little slut. Isn't that right?"
"Ye...yes, Master,' she mewled.
"Say it."
"I'm a fi...filthy little slut," she groaned.
"You were made to give pleasure to men."
"I...was made to...to give pleasure to men," she whispered.
"Louder, whore!"
"I was made to give pleasure to men!"
I turned the dial and sent the juice burning into her nipples. She howled and shook and gnashed her teeth in agony as her titties bounced up and down.
"You forgot to say master," I chided, her turning the juice down.
"Master!" she sobbed.
"You love me, don't you, Daisy?"
"Yes, Master," she moaned.
"Say it."
"I love you, Master!"
"What's your name?"
"Daisy, Master."
"Say it."
"Daisy is my name, Master!"
"What are you?"
"A filthy slut, Master."
"You're worse than that, aren't you? You're a prostitute and a whore, a cunt bitch nympho tramp, a cock-tease, a cunt eating dyke, a child molester, a dog raper. You're all of that, aren't you? Aren't you, Daisy?"
"Noooo," she sobbed.
I turned the juice up high in her snatch and she shrieked wildly. I turned up the juice in her tits and ass at the same time, then turned on the juice to her clitty. I played with the dials for a few minutes, rolling them from side to side, turning the juice down in her nipples, then up to her clit, giving her alternating shots in the asshole and pussy, turning her into a howling, spastic mass of jiggling, quivering agonized flesh.
When I turned the juice off she hung there limp, eyes closed, body coated in a glistening sheen of sweat, hair matted against her face. I got some smelling salts and waved them under her nose and she moaned and jerked her head aside, her body twitching.
She blinked her eyes open and I went back to the dials.
"Let's start again," I said. "What is your name?"
"D...a...isy," she moaned.
I turned the juice to her clitty up high and she gurgled and trembled and moaned in pain.
"Master!" I yelled.
"MAAaasster!" she sobbed.
"What are you?"
"I...I'm a whooore," she whimpered.
"What else?"
"I..I'm a cheap, dirty slut. I'm a child raper and a dog raper and...and...and a lesbian...and...and a tramp...and a prostitute..."
"You suck strange men off in alleys!"
"I...su..suck strange men in alleys," she groaned.
"You rape little girls on their way to school. You tear their panties off and lick their pussy cracks! You grab dogs and make them lick you! You get on all fours so they can ride you like the filthy bitch in heat you are! You suck off your mother every night!"
She repeated it all in a quavering, trembling voice, then repeated her crimes, then again, then again, as I snarled and cursed her and gave her juice whenever she slowed or whispered.
"You filthy scummy slut!" I sneered, spitting in her face.
She moaned and dropped her face low, twitching and trembling.
I blindfolded her, then turned on the tape recorder and set the automatic timer on the electric system. It was a neat combination I'd come up with over the years to save me time and effort. The way it worked was that there the voices on the tape...voices that came from among my past little fuck-dog pets, would say certain things, and the timer on the electrical system would send out the proper dose of electricity based on what the tape was saying at that particular moment.
For example, the tape would speak in a soothing, contented voice about how she loved her master, how she loved to suck cock, how she adored being fucked and sodomized, how she was so happy to cook and clean for her master, how grateful she was that I put up with a vile little animal like her.
While these words were spoken, the wires to her nipples and clit would carry just a little bit of juice, enough to make them quiver a little, in fact, enough that, were she in the right frame of mind, would probably produce an orgasm before too long, for the pleasurable way they made her clitty and nipples buzz.
Anyways, then the voice would become nasty and spiteful and bitter, saying how she would escape from master, how she hated master, how she was too good to be fucked by master, how she was beautiful and nice and smart and master was nasty and vicious and cruel.
And the juice would rise in an alternating pattern that zapped high power up her snatch and asshole and into her tits and clitty.
I left her there and went to bed, content that, though I wouldn't have pussy available next to my bed the next morning, it was well under way to becoming ripe and ready. Certainly, little Daisy was going to have an enlightening night.
In the morning I went down and turned off the power. Daisy was unconscious, but still dripping with sweat. I removed the alligator clips from her nipples and clit, and the probes from her pussy and asshole, then woke her with smelling salts.
"Hello, Daisy. It's master," I said, gripping her head and holding her face up. "Are you ready to be a good slut?"
"Gooo...goood sllluuuuut," she mumbled.
I unbuckled the straps around her ankles and wrists and let her down on the floor, where she lay quivering and twitching and moaning weakly.
"When you become a good little slut all this pain will end," I said. "All you have to do is obey your master and you'll have a nice time."
I got the cattle prod and stroked it along her ass crack.
"All right, Daisy. Daisy? I want you to crawl along the floor on your belly. Go on, crawl forward on your belly."
Her hands and arms moved against the stone floor like she was trying to swim, but she didn't seem to have the strength to move anywhere. I pressed the prod right against her asshole and thumbed the switch.
She screamed and clawed her way forward across the floor, sobbing in pain. I followed along behind her, zapping her asshole whenever she slowed. I had her crawl all around the room a couple of times before stopping. Then had her lick my feet and suck on my toes.
I got her up on all fours then and had her crawl out into the rec room, then into the washing room on the other side. There, there was a washer and dryer, as well as the furnace, and a couple of big tubs. I had her crawl into a tub and filled it with water, then washed her, much like she were a dog.
I pulled her out of the water and dried her with a towel, speaking all the while about how she was a pretty slut and if she would only learn to be a good, obedient little whore she wouldn't make me hurt her any more.
I led her across the room on her knees, and across the rec room to the bomb shelter, then had her crawl into the cage. There wasn't much head room there, nor room to stretch out, but she could curl up and sleep, which she did.
I pulled on the pulley wheel that raised the cage up five feet off the floor, then turned on the sound system to a soft combination of music and purring voices that spoke of obedience and love to her master, then left her there while I went to work.
When I came back I woke her and lowered the cage back to the ground. She crawled out obediently, eyes somewhat vacant, and begging for water. I went through the routine I'd first started with her mother, making her lick the water off my toes and fingers and then my cock.
Before I'd give her the remnants of the cup, though, she had to beg, and she had to do it right, kneeling on the floor with her arms straight out and her hands down like she was a dog. She also had to get her voice into the right tone of abject beseeching submissiveness.
"Please, Master? Please? Water, please, Master? Water for Daisy, Master? Please, Master? Daisy loves Master! Daisy loves Master's cock!"
Each time she got it right I'd let her take a couple of gulps from the cup. Then, she had to beg to be fucked, and she had to mean it. She had to sound like the thing she most wanted in all the world was my cock up her gash, or down her asshole.
After begging abjectly for me to butt-fuck her, she bent over and reached back to pull her ass cheeks wide, then I drove my cock into her anus and reamed her out for about ten minutes, stopping every so often to hold down my excitement and delay my come, and making her beg me to resume.
I gave her a whole cup of water after that, while patting her head and praising her a nice slut, good slut, pretty slut, etc, etc. Then I led her over to a kind of hammock that was hanging next to a wall.
It was a hammock you sat in, rather than lay in. Basically it was a leather sheet hanging straight down from a wooden framework. She stood against it; I locked her wrist restraints to the top frame, then pulled the lower part of the hammock upwards between her legs, lifting her legs up off the floor and spreading them apart.
Her gash was right there on the edge, all ready to be pumped. I left her like that for a few hours in the pitch darkness with no sounds at all.
When I returned she was all ready to whine and beg and promise me her love and obedience. So I unhooked her hands and gave her a large black dildo.
"Here's what you're gonna do," I said, bringing over the camcorder on a tripod. "You're gonna suck on that dildo like it was a real cock, then shove it up your pussy. All the while you're gonna moan and groan and wriggle in pleasure and moan about how you love cock and can't get enough cock and love nigger cock. Got that?"
She blinked uncertainly but nodded. "Yes, Master," she said.
"Let's see it," I demanded, folding my arms across my chest.
She looked at the black dildo, then licked her lips and slid it into her mouth, sucking on it as she moaned and whined in pretended heat. She rant he thing in and out of her mouth, then slid it down between her legs and slowly pushed it into her gaping fuck maw.
She slowly pumped it in and out as she moaned and groaned and swung in the hammock.
"Roll your head a little and slit your eyes," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
She did that, and I nodded.
"Okay, start over," I ordered, going behind the camera.
She started sucking on the dildo as I filmed a close up shot, then pumped the thing in her mouth before transferring it to her twat. She pumped her pussy with the thing, forcing it deeper and deeper, using long strokes as she groaned and whimpered and rolled her head and complained about not getting enough cock, and needing more cock, more nigger cock.
I stopped the tape and went around the camera to stand in front of her.
"Now, I'm gonna ask you why you decided to leave college and leave your mother. You are going to answer that your mother is a lesbian and had been making you lick her pussy every day since you were a little girl. Got that? Say it."
"Say...Uhm, uhhh. My...mother is a...a lesbian, and she had been uh, she made me lick her pussy every day since I was a little girl, Master."
"Don't say master while I'm taping, whore."
"Yes, Master."
"Your mother had started making you sleep with her lesbian friends too, and was charging them money, and you left because she wouldn't let you have any cock."
"I...my mother was making me have sex with her lesbian friends, and...and was charging them money, and...wouldn't let me have any cock...so I ran away," she gulped.
Well, it took some more rehearsals, but she finally got it down pat, and I filmed her saying it. Then I let her down off the hammock. I set up a the biggest black dildo I had on its base on a little table in the corner of the room, and put a couple of candles next to it.
It was an altar. Get it?
I rehearsed Daisy so she crawled forward to the altar while I filmed her. Then she'd prostrate herself on her belly and pray to the dildo.
"I am a lowly whore and a slut," she moaned. "I am made to please men, to make cocks happy. I beg the Lord to keep all cocks happy, and to give my pussy and asshole many cocks to swallow and my mouth many cocks to suck on."
She came to her knees and lit the candles, then prayed to the "alter" as I recorded her, then finished off her little religious ceremony by kissing the dildo on it's head, then turning her back to it, bending over, raising her ass high in the air, reaching back, and prying her cunt lips open as she begged to be fucked.
I snickered as the little scene ended, and patted her on the head, then I gave her a fuck, gave her some water, and locked her in her cage.
Then I left, going to mail the tape to her mother.





Eight

Of course even mentioning her mother was a drawback in her training. It drew back memories of her other life, the one where she was allowed to walk around fully clothed and wave her tight ass at men without coming across.

It was worth it, though. I only wished I'd be able to see Princess's face when she saw her feminist daughter like that. Boy, would that have been a yuk.

After she'd made the tape I rammed my cock up her snatch and gave her a ride, then hung her upside down by the ankles, clipped her wrists together behind her back, put the blindfold and headphones on, and left her there all night.

In the morning I came downstairs and used a cane on her ass, then got on her, putting my feet in her armpits, gripping her legs, and shoving my cock down her asshole. I pumped my pecker steadily up and down her tight tunnel or a few minutes before blowing my wad, then got off and left her there while I went to work.

When I got back she was even more dehydrated than she'd been the other day. That was fine. That was exactly what I wanted. I let her down and let her quiver and shake on the floor for a few minutes, then let her slurp water out of my palms.

We went through the whole "I love you master" business again, with her begging and whining for every drop of water. I put a leash on and walked her around the place on all fours, then took her up to the kitchen and let her eat some dog food out of a saucer.
The place had gotten kind of dirty in the past week, since I'd let my other fuck-dog go, so I set her to cleaning it, using a brush, and in some cases her tongue, to do the floors and cupboards and walls.

I fed her a little milk in a saucer, and let her take some chocolate from my hands, then gave her a bath, this time getting into the tub with her. I showed her another one of her duties then, which was cleaning me.

See, I'd seen this thing somewhere, maybe in a porno tape, of these Thai or Korean girls who washed men with their bodies. The guy would lay out on a kind of massage table, while the naked girl would use her own soapy body to clean him, rubbing herself back and forth against his body.
So I'd gotten a table like that, and the last several of my girls had learned how to wash me like that. Daisy was going to learn too.
After soaking in the tub for a few minutes, sitting down beside me, with me stroking her body and head, I had her stand, then soaped her up and scrubbed her with a cloth and brush. Then I used a shower massage to rinse her off.

I soaped her up again, and I mean soaped, really layering it on, then we both got out of the tub and I went over to the table and lay down on my back. Usually I started on my belly, but I had to teach her after all.

"All right, Daisy," I said. "First you can get on. Straddle my body and rub yourself against my chest. Go back and forth, use your breasts. Take them in your hands and scrub my shoulders and chest and arms with them. Rub your ass and crotch back and forth too, then slide downwards along my legs."

She seemed uncertain, and a little confused, but she had to obey, of course. She climbed up onto the table and straddled me, then sat down on my lower belly, her knees pressing into my sides.

"Use your hands, too," I said, "But use your body as much as possible."

I pulled her down so her soft, soapy breasts pressed into my wet chest, then rubbed her back and forth a few times. I let her go and she started rubbing herself on her own.

She moved her hands up and down my arms as she rubbed her titties and chest over my chest, and her groin rubbed and stroked my abdomen as her legs ground against my hips.

The feel of those soapy wet breasts rubbing against my chest was something else. They were soooo soft. I tell you, I don't know how men live without their own fuck-dogs.

I slid my arms around her and clutched her soapy ass, which was another delightful sensation, and kind of helped her rub herself against me. She slid slowly downwards, her cunt rubbing against my semi-flaccid cock as she worked her way along.
She rubbed her titties against my belly, then my crotch. I had her grip her tits with both hands and rub and mash them around my cock and balls for a minute before continuing further down.

She worked her way along my legs, rubbing her tits up and down against my legs, one leg at a time, of course. Then she slid off the end of the table and stood there, lifting my feet one at a time, pulling them against her chest, and rubbing her tits against them.

I rolled over onto my belly and had her get aboard again, then she rubbed herself over me again. I had her raise herself then, and rolled back onto my back. My cock stuck up hard and soapy, and she slowly lowered her crack onto it.

It slid up inside her pretty easy, given that her cunt and my pecker were both coated in soap. I lay back, hands behind my head as she rode up and down on it.

"Smile," I ordered, and she smiled.

She smiled as she rode up and down on my pecker, going faster at a word, slowing down at another, leaning forward so I could grope her dangling tit mounds, leaning back so I could stroke my hands across the taut melons instead.
I had her raise herself up, then lower her asshole over my cock. Again, she obeyed, taking the slippery soapy cock up her tail to the hilt, then riding up and down atop it while smiling.

Nice, huh? Jealous? Bet you wish you had a fuck-dog.

Her asshole felt great wrapped around my pecker, and it felt even better when she started squeezing down each time she rode up. Which she did, of course, at my word.

I came up her bung hole, then we got off and slid into the tub again. I kissed her for the first time, being nice, gentle, convincing her that things would be good so long as she was a good little fuck-dog.

Because she was such a "good little fuck-dog" I let her sleep in my bed that night...with her wrists cuffed behind her of course, and her collar chained to the bedpost.
That was the handiest way I'd found to enjoy my little fuck-dogs, since I could pop my cock into them whenever I got a boner, and didn't have to get out of bed in the mornings to get my muff.

Even if I woke up in the middle of the night, which I did fairly often, I could just pull a soft little ass against me and slide my cock between her thighs to pump her pussy.

Daisy proved to be a good student, and learned what she had to do fairly quickly. She obeyed instantly, and showed the proper degree of infatuation that I wanted, like she was loving whatever she was doing.

I didn't give a shit whether she did or not, of course, but didn't want to look at a dreary face all the time.

Every now and then I took a video tape of Daisy doing something particularly slutty, jerking off, fucking her ass with dildos and vibrators, shoving her entire hand up her asshole or pussy, begging for cock, saying how her mother raped her and fist fucked her and used dildos on her.
Anyway, just because she was obedient didn't mean I let up on the discipline. I found reasons to punish her, however unreasonable, however unfair, just to keep her on her toes, to keep her rushing to obey my every whim.

Besides, there was just something about whipping a soft round ass that made my pecker bounce up and down with happiness. The feel of the leather as it struck the soft meat, the look of an ass bouncing and jiggling, it was just damned attractive.

The ass was the best looking, but the tits looked great bouncing up and down, too, and even a nice, smooth back felt good as the whip or switch or cane hit. The electrical shocks were a different kind of pleasure, providing only visual enjoyment as the little whore thrashed and shook and writhed in agony.

A whipped cur obeys its master, though. Daisy scrubbed like crazy, and was always eager and enthusiastic when given an order. Sometimes, for example, I'd be watching a TV show and, rather than miss something by going to the can, I'd call Daisy over, have her take my cock into her mouth, then piss down her throat.

She never complained. Far from it. Actually she thanked me afterwards, then went back to her cleaning, or whatever else I'd assigned.
Sometimes I'd have her kneel in front of me and use her for a footstool for hours at a time. Sometimes I'd have her clean the kitchen floor, or the toilet with her tongue.

I got so I could trust her and rely on her. She became one of my most obedient little fuck-dogs. This earned her rewards. I invited some friends over to gang-bang her, for example, and on one occasion, rewarded her by taking her out on the town.

Well, it was early in the morning, actually. I had her wear a frilly red garter belt and stockings...with no panties, of course, stiletto heels, a tight, tight red sheath dress that zipped up the front, and a tit sling, which was what I called a bra thing that had no cups. It cupped and thrust them up proudly, but didn't cover them at all.

Anyway, just before dawn on a Monday morning I drove her downtown and took her out window shopping. This wasn't for her benefit, of course, so much as it was for mine. See, I still remembered the first girl I used as a fuck-dog, Lori.

Oh, I hadn't kept her or anything. I was just a teenager then, but I'd tied her to a tree and fucked that bitch, and shown her what a whore she was. That had opened up a whole new world for me, and changed my life completely.

I wanted to relieve that day, but I wanted to feel the tension, and excitement, and fear that I'd felt then. Doing Daisy in my private back yard wouldn't have given me any worries or created any tension or fear. There'd be no anxiety, no thrill.

But.. If I did it to her in a public park!
In the centre of town!

I walked her into the park, Daisy obeying me completely in everything, walked alongside of me. She wore her studded leather collar above the dress, and had her leather restraints under the sleeves. In my pocket were a chain, and some clips with weights.

I didn't need to bind her, of course, for she would obey me in everything. I wanted her tied, though, as Lori was two decades earlier.

We walked deep into the park, and over to a tree just at the edge of a clearing. The sky was starting to brighten overhead, and the gleaming towers of the city were visible in the background above the trees. I unzipped Daisy's dress and removed it, then pulled the chain out of my pocket and clipped one end to one of the restraints.

I lifted her wrists, tossed the chain over a branch above her head, and clipped her other wrist to it. I stepped back a few paces to admire her body against the soft natural greenery, then moved forward again, taking one of the clips from my pocket.

"I don't want to hear any screams, understand?"

"Yes, Master," she said.

I snapped the jaws on her left nipple and let the weight fall. She hissed in pain, her teeth clenching, her face grimacing. I flicked the weight, making it swing from side to side, then clipped another weight to her right nipple.

Finally I removed two more clips from my pocket, snapping one to each of her pussy lips, letting the weights dangle down between her thighs.

"Tell me what a whore you are," I grinned.

"I'm a filthy fuck-dog, Master. I am a whore, a cheap, sluttish tramp made for fucking and sucking. I love cock, Master. I love your cock. I love it

when you fuck me in the pussy and asshole and mouth. Please fuck me now, Master!"
I tugged on the weights, making her gnash her teeth and whimper in pain as they tugged on her nipples and pussy. I grinned, then opened one, pulling the weight off her right nipple. I replaced it with my lips, sucking and slurping on the throbbing red bud.
"Dirty whore," I said, slurping and licking and sucking the moaning fuck-dog's nipple.

"Oooh, Maaaster! Fuck me, Maaster!" she moaned. "Fuck Daisy! Fuck her good!"

I looked around, then unzipped and drew out my hard-on. I rubbed it up and down against her crack between the clips, then slit her pussy open as she spread her legs, and thrust up into her.

"Oohhh! Ooohhh! Fuck Daisy! Fuck Daisy, Master!" she whined.

"Dirty fuckin' slut," I cursed, gnawing on her throat as I ground my loins into her.

The years fell away as I remembered Lori, and how I'd spiked my cock into her virgin hole and made her come. I gripped Daisy's ass and jerked her leg up, grinding and fucking into her with faster and faster movements.

She panted and moaned and whimpered as I drove my tool up her slit. I pulled back, panting as well, then snapped the clip on her nipple again. She grimaced and moaned as I twisted her around and spread her legs again, then rammed my cock up into her asshole.

Oh, it was tight, and it was hot, and my balls slapped against her soft buttocks as I drove my pole into her back tunnel, but it was missing something. I just wasn't sure what.

Then my balls blew and my gunk spurted up into Daisy's rear tunnel. I sighed and pulled back, smiling in gratification.
And as I turned my head I saw a cop on a horse...a fucking horse! He was looking towards us, and as I stared in shock he started to trot over.

"Holy shit!" I gasped. I took off into the bushes, ignoring his yell to stop. I guess he was delayed enough with Daisy, `cause I was able to get to my car and take off without seeing him or any other cops.

I cursed myself as an imbecile, at first, for giving up a perfectly trained fuck-dog like that. But then, I realized one of the things that had been disappointing was just how well trained and obedient she was.

I wanted someone who resisted. I wanted a snotty bitch so I could strip her down and show he what a whore she was at heart. That was half the fun. Oh, it was nice to have an obedient fuck-dog who'd do the cooking and cleaning and kneel there patiently while I rested my feet on her back, but there was just something about forcing the sluts to do things they found disgusting and degrading and humiliating.

Something exciting...hot.

And after all, the world was filled with sluts. I could find another one almost anywhere. So Darcy had her kid back. So Princess had her Daisy back?

So what. I'd get me another slut to take care of my needs. Hey, maybe two.

And you know what came to mind?

Lori.

She'd probably be married and have kids by now. Hell, her kids should be close to twenty. Maybe she had a daughter, a daughter who looked just like her.

So I went back to the old high school and checked to see if they had any word from old Lori. Luckily, she'd attended a twentieth reunion of her graduating class only a few years earlier. They had a whole history on the slut.
Lori was married, and the mother of nine. NINE! Her husband was an electrician, and she was a secretary. They even had her address.
I broke in there the next day, while they were at work, and found a family portrait. Lori had four daughters between the ages of fourteen and twenty-two. The one that looked most like Lori, the one with the best tits and face and red hair, was the middle slut, who was about eighteen.
I found her room and looked through it. Checked out her lacy lingerie, found her hidden diary, where she revealed how her boyfriend Bob had popped her cherry a while back, and also spoke of some of her fantasies.

I wasn't in the book, but I would be. Oh, yeah. I was gonna be her fantasy come to life. And after her, maybe the other three girls too, hmm? I'd never done sisters before.

Oh the world's a nice place, so big and bright and filled with slutty whores and their bright pink slits.

And who says you can't go home again. Yuk, yuk, yuk.

END

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