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Collected by Djian

Dec 25 - 2006

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Candice Kissed The Lash





Chapter 1

The taste of him in her mouth is brassy and sour, a bit old-tasting almost. She wonders absently how long it has been since he has had a woman do this to him. She wonders, too, how long its been since he has even been with a woman.

The thin, flexible length of the cane cracks across her buttocks with a harsh, wet slapping noise and she cries out in pain, trembling all over with the stinging memory of the blow and the sensations it induced.

She is moist. Her thighs are damp with her own creamy fluid of desire. Deep within her loins is a continual, rolling warmth that seizes her in its powerful grip and makes her weak with passion.

Again her Master strikes her and she cries out with, the intense, overpowering pleasure of the pain she is experiencing. She does not mink how strange it is to be able to enjoy the beating while she is administering to the other man.

She glances up, staring with satisfaction at his twisted, love-tortured features. The sweat is beaded on his forehead, his body quivers uncontrollably with the long buried passion and lust he is feeling.

His prick, thick and heavy in her mouth, trembles like a caught, frightened animal and she can tell he is not used to this pleasure and not all that comfortable with it. It is her job to make him comfortable.

"Ummm, you're so big and strong Mister Davis," she mutters softly, lifting her mouth from the quivering tool, whispering, fluttering her lips against his hot, fevered flesh. "Ohhh, I love the feeling of your manhood pounding so powerfully in my mouth, Mister Davis, I just love it! I can't wait to taste your come, I can't!"

She bends her head back to work, another blow caressing her shoulders with hard, insistent passion. The pain tears through her, but she does not scream, nor flinch, nor break the rhythmic sucking of the other man's cock.

Her lovely head, long-haired, classically beautiful, is riding gently up and down as she licks and lathers his hard, quaking shaft. Her Master is watching carefully, making sure that she does everything to perfection. Her only thought is to bring this old man off as quickly and as pleasingly as possible. If she does, she will please her master and that is all that matters to her in the world.

She can sense Mister Davis's orgasm building rapidly in his loins. As she rolls and fondles his balls between her fingers, she can feel the powerful wanting boiling in his tight, hairy ball bag. He gasps and moans with each gentle, loving squeeze she gives to the hot, pounding sack.

His prick is expanding and contracting in her mouth with each rhythmic pumping of his fevered blood through the shaft. She can feel it beating wildly against the moist, tight inner walls of her throat as she effortly slithers it down into the warm, silken tunnel.

She feels him shivering spasmodically as another wave of aching delight tears through him. "Ohhh, Jesus, Jesus, yeah," he mumbles in a thick, strangled voice. "Umm, suck it, bitch, ohh, yeah, suck it good!"

She laughs, her voice a lilting tone that fills the room with her pleasure and her happy satisfaction. The cane cracks across her buttocks once more, sending a sudden, agonizing fire racing through her spongy, luscious half moons. She moans and shudders with the violent impact.

"Concentrate on your job, Candice," growls her Master. "You're not here to enjoy yourself! You're here to make Mister Davis feel good! Now put your mind on that, not how much fun you are having!"

She nods absently, ashamed at having forgotten her purpose and place. Ideally she should be feeling nothing. Only a sense of concern that she is doing what she was ordered to do in the best possible fashion. Her own thoughts, desires and needs are of no importance. It doesn't matter whether she loves sucking the old man off or hates it. She is only to do it.

If she is beaten soundly after this work is completed, if she is sent back to the Punishment Cell, if she is made to scrub floors for a week after this, she knows that she will deserve it. One mistake is one too many, and she realizes that.

She turns her mind to the task at hand and doubles her effort and concentration. She is lucky, for Mister Davis is so caught up in the passion that he is experiencing, that he can not make any comments other than the gasps and moans of pleasure he is emitting. One of her Master's regular guests might be more critical of her technique.

His prick is thick and stubby and no trouble at all to gather completely into the wet, warm chambers of her velvet tunnel. Her throat muscles carefully flutter and grip the shaft as it slides in and out of the taut, narrow passage. She twists and turns her head as she buries the cock deep in her luscious tunnel.

Mister Davis wails softly as the aching greed burns through his cock and balls, his flesh seeming to be on fire with the raging delight the young woman is creating in his loins.

He wraps his thick, meaty fingers tightly around her head, and holds her delicate skull fiercely in his grip. Her head bobs up and down with increasing force and passion as she "sucks hard on his aching shaft.

She drags her teeth along his flesh, slashing at his meat with the tip of her pink, pointed tongue, her lovely, full succulent lips wrapped tightly around his flesh as she pulls her head back.

She pauses, just the thick, knobby head of his cock still between her teeth, rocking her head from left to right, sucking hungrily on the trapped helmet. He moans wildly, bucking his groin up at her lips and she stifles a delighted giggle as she gently slithers the prick back into her throat until she is sucking greedily on the root of his tortured shaft once more.

Now she increases the rhythm and speed of her sucking. Faster and harder she powers the thick, hot tool in and -out of her lovely pit. Her head rides -up and down so fast against his loins, that his hands drop away, unable to hold onto her anymore.

The man quivers and rocks on the luxurious couch, his fat, meaty thighs shaking violently and spasmodically. She can feel the heavy, damp thighs crushing against her shoulders as he opens and closes his legs uncontrollably against her.

She can sense that he is nearing his moment and she bears down on his prick, sucking as hard as she can. She squeezes and massages his nuts until he is gasping in the exquisite agony of pleasure he is feeling. His whole body is tensed for the release she is building in his loins.

"Ohhh, Christ, bitch, am I gonna come," he groans, almost unable to speak so intense and overpowering are the sensations that roar through him. "Yeah, baby, yeah! Ahhh, gonna come so good in your mouth, bitch, gonna come so good right now!"

He mumbles passionately as she powers his shaft in and out of her taut, pleasing chamber. She sucks and lathers his meat with her lips and tongue, driving his cock faster and faster along her inner walls.

Suddenly she feels him bucking violently, sobbing almost as the orgasm erupts in his balls. She holds tightly to his fleshy thighs as the hot, thick come bursts from his bag and spurts wildly into her eager mouth.

She drinks hungrily from the bursting tool, gulping frantically, trying to swallow every drop of his creamy, hot fluid. He shivers and quakes, grinding his prick hard inside of her mouth, forcing her darling head against his lap as the climax tears through him.

He moans and shivers, spurt upon spurt of boiling come filling her mouth, running over her lips and chin. Happily she continues to suck and blow him until she feels the spasms of passion dying- away. Then she carefully and happily sucks the final traces of his pleasure from his shaft, wiping the thick, trembling head clean of come with the tip of her tongue.

She glances up into his eyes, seeing a pleased smile there, then she turns and regards her master with hopeful eyes. He nods almost imperceptively and her heart soars as the realization that she .has done well races through her.

"That was great, just fucking great, baby," Mister Davis sighs, patting her head affectionately. "Best blowjob I've had in years, the fucking best."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Sir," she says in a soft, hesitant voice. She lowers her eyes and bows her head in respect. "I wanted to please you very much!"

The harsh, stinging blow of the thin cane across her lower back straightens her up on her knees. She gasps, but does not cry out very loudly, for that would be annoying and disrespectful to her master.

"Get to the Punishment Cell, you worthless slut," hisses her Master, planting a vicious kick into her supple thigh. "I'm going to have to deal with you concerning your actions here!"

The mention of the room sends shivers of expectation and fear racing through her, but she quickly gets to her feet, and bows her way out of the room. She hurries down the long, narrow hall to the wide, double doors that lead to the basement.

The steps are damp and cold against her dainty feet as she makes her way to the depths of the house. She picks her way slowly across the wide corridor, peering every now and again into one of the cells along the way.

When she reaches the large, musty-scented room with all the tools and instruments of discipline, she can not help shivering with a cold, chilling sensation that completely envelops her body.

She sits down on a three-legged stool, her long, slender arms wrapped around her, holding herself tightly. Her mind is whirling with thoughts of what might be in store for her. It will all depend on her Master's anger. It could be mildly painful and secretly pleasing, or it could be a sheer agony that even she could not enjoy. Time would tell.

She tries not to think about it, and, as she tries to put it out of her mind, she begins to drift backward in time. Back to the world she used to inhabit. The person she used to be. She feels strange thinking about that, she knows she should not. She feels guilt washing through her for even having a single memory of that time.

But it won't go away. The thoughts come charging at her through her brain in undeniable waves. They scream at her to remember even though she does not want to. They want to remind her of everything, of all the events that have taken place right up until this moment.

"But I'm not her, anymore, I'm not her," she whispers desperately, shaking her head and glancing around the room in terror. "I'm not her!"

But the thoughts and memories will not go away and she can do little but tremble worriedly as the past explodes in her mind and the confusing, frightening doubt and despair washes over her like a harsh, cruel and unrelenting wave.

Candice Maryland had always been fortunate. She had been born lucky. First the luck of being born into a very rich, successful family. Her father and mother being stars on the radio and then television.

Next, she was lucky in looking the way she did. Even as a new born baby, everyone could tell she was going to be beautiful. She was an adorable child that grew into an attractive adolescent and then turned into a stunning young woman.

She never knew hunger, or need or cold or anything that could reduce her life to any kind of despair. She usually got anything that she wanted. From a pony when she was a little girl, to the starring role in her first motion picture. She could model and do a thirty-second commercial and make fifty thousand dollars for four hours work.

Candice Maryland was very, very lucky.

Somehow, the public did not seem to resent her her luck. She was quite popular with the film-going public, not assured box-office, but damn near it. Team her with another star, and you had a hit with legs, they would say.

She had her choice of roles and picked them with the bored air of someone doing the parts more for a lark than anything else. She did not really consider herself an actress and really could care less about that kind of a career. She could afford not to care. She would be important and famous no matter what she did.

The crews on the pictures she worked on adored her. She was rarely any trouble at all to work with. She knew her lines and she took advice. She was always snapping pictures like an awe-struck teenager and listened whenever anyone tried to explain something to her. Somehow she just wasn't considered a bitch at all.

That was very rare for someone with her obvious advantages. She seemed to be more accessible in her beauty and success. She never gave the impression of being a tease, nor smug and haughty because of who she was and the advantages she had had.

Everyone loved her, including Evan Borduex. He loved her from afar, however, and that hurt very badly. He wanted her for his own, his very, very own and the fact that he could not have her, ate at his heart and soul and loins like a licking flame that teased and taunted him with its searing fire.

More than anything else, he wanted, needed, to possess her. It haunted his every waking hour. Had done so since the moment he had laid eyes on her. He had seen her many times on TV, in magazines, on the motion picture screen. He had found her pleasing, even enticing. But until he had seen her in the flesh, he had not truly experienced a desire for her.

But the moment they were introduced in Steve Gant's office on the afternoon they were to discuss the picture she would be making out of Evan's novel, he was totally enraptured and haunted by her.

He had to have her. That was all there was to it. He had to have her. Forget about dates, forget about harmless flirtation, forget about the fact she was taller than he was! Forget about any barriers that might arise. Even Borduex had reached a certain plane of success and now he was obsessed with capturing the spirit, love and soul of Candice Maryland.

She had been wonderful to him from the first. She had loved his novel, had fought to get the part and had nothing but praise and admiration for his writing. She spoke so highly of the book that he could almost forget it was just, a hack novel that he had churned out for the money. She made it seem something much more than that.

He was hooked, there was no doubt. When she accepted his invitation for lunch that afternoon, he was in heaven. He could hardly talk to her, she so overwhelmed him with her interest and. compassionate words and praise for him. He listened to her talking, but barely heard what she said, for he was basking in the deliciously sensual sound of her voice as her words left her lips. And he was wondering what it would be like to sleep with her. He imagined her flesh, smooth and creamy moist on soft, comfortable sheets. Her long, luxurious hair spread out over fluffy pillows. His loins were throbbing with desire as he watched her lips move.

"It's such a beautiful role, it really is," she was cooing softly. Her voice rippled across his ears with thick, liquid lilts and dips, filled with heavily scented passion. "I feel proud and lucky to play it."

"Jesus," he muttered absently, shaking his head as if to see if the lovely vision across from him would go away when he blinked. She did not "God, I can't believe Fm sitting here and talking to you, I really can't!"

She laughed lightly, pleased and amused by his attitude toward her. She was not unfamiliar with such awe and it always excited her a little bit no matter how hard she tried to ignore the fame and stature she had.

"That's a marvelous thing to say, Evan," she said warmly, reaching across the table and gently squeezing his hand. "Thank you for it."

He shivered involuntarily, a tiny spasm of aching delight racing from the back of his hand to the pit of his balls when she touched him. He pulled his hand dawn into his lap and chuckled nervously.

"God, look at me," he sighed. "I'm acting like a fan or something! Some big shot writer I am, huh? I'm just like a teenager with you, just like a kid!"

"Ohh, don't say that, Evan, it isn't true," she said quietly, shaking her head. She was a bit older than he, already having dipped into the other side' of thirty and she could understand his nervousness.

"There isn't anything to be ashamed of. I still react the same way when I meet someone I admire. Why, just being here with a person that could create and write a story like you have, gives me goosebumps, see?"

She showed him her arms again, long and supple, lithe and almost shimmering in the harsh brilliance of the afternoon sun. She was slightly tanned, but not enough to destroy the beauty of her alabaster flesh, more to enhance it by the mixture of tones. There were, indeed, tiny bumps of excited flesh running up and down her arms, but Evan wondered, vaguely, if, by being an actress, she could summon them up at will and was thus merely putting on a show for his benefit.

That thought angered him. He did not wish to be entertained, amused, tolerated. He had already had enough of that since he had arrived and found, that in the movie business, the writer is always the last person consulted and the first one ignored.

They had been trying to keep him quiet and out of the picture as much as possible. Even his agent had warned him to keep his mouth shut and just observe.

"They'll do anything they want to your book, man," Jack had told him. "Now that they own it, they can just toss everything away but the title if they want to! So get used to being low man on the>pole!"

Jack had suggested he just go- there to learn the movie business for future reference. Pick up tips and tricks so the next time around, he could deal with them on a firmer footing. You had to pay these dues, Jack had explained. And Evan had understood that. Though it didn't help it go down any better.

Steve Gant, the Director, was warm and friendly and even sympathetic, but he had his own vision of the way the picture should be shot, and nothing was going to change that, certainly not the tangled, muddled ideas of a novelist.

He was gentle with Evan's feelings, but that didn't take the sting away as the young man quickly realized that he was not only not needed, but in many ways, resented around the set. Nobody wanted him poking his nose and fingers into the production of the film and after a couple of. tries, he quickly learned not to bother.

So, he was resigned to doing just as Jack had suggested. He kept his mouth shut, grit his teeth and watched them building the film that was to be made out of his book. He felt as if he had spent all those years writing, hunting down the perfect virgin, only to go into bed on his wedding night to find that somebody else had slipped in a few minutes before him and copped the cherry.

It was an unnerving, rather useless feeling. He stood around the set, feeling like a eunuch most of the time. If it hadn't been for Candice's being in the film, he might have left after the first week.

But of course, she mesmerized him. She held him to the set, the West Coast, the whole, damn plant, it seemed. He found himself completely enthralled and enraptured by her. His dreams were haunted by her presence. The day she had done the nude scene and told Gant that she wanted him on the set to provide an insight to the character just in case she lost her bearings, he fell in love with her.

It was ridiculous, of course. The very fact that she didn't feel the same way about him was enough. But when you added her money, beauty, fame and everything else to it, it was impossible.

That is when he began to brood and become more than enraptured and excited by her. That is when he began to formulate a plot to possess her in his mind. That is when he found himself going insane with desire for her and came up with the dangerous, terrifying solution to his problem.

If he could have stepped back for a single moment from his overwhelming desire, he would have been able to see what was happening to him. He could have seen that he was no longer thinking of her as a person, but now as an object to own. It would have disgusted him.

But, he had not fought his way to this point, with no help from anyone else along the way. No money from home, no lush and fancy apartments and evenings on the town with the beautiful people. Nothing but hard, lonely work to finally reach the first stages of success as a writer.

He was proud and not a little vain. He had proven to himself that he could get anything he wanted if he tried hard enough. His success was the mark of that truth. He had taken himself over every barrier and pitfall set in his way. He had conquered doubting, mocking friends and the hazards of drink.

Evan Borduex had triumphed when no one thought he had a chance. It was natural for him to think he could do the same with a woman. He was that far gone in his loneliness. He believed you made things happen, not that they evolved.

So, he set out to seduce Candice Maryland. He would make her fall in love with him. He would gently, tenderly convince her that he was. the perfect mate for her. It would not matter that he was shorter, not very handsome, barely able to support himself and knew no one like the people she knew. He would have her anyway.

He invited her over to his apartment for dinner. His place was small, not very attractive, more like a motel than anything else. He was embarrassed by it, but had bought a small tape recorder and some music and tried to make the place as cheerful as possible.

He prepared a roast chicken and had white wine. Candles marked the center of the small table in his living room. When she arrived she was relaxed and comfortable, tossing her coat over a chair, dressed in slacks and a loose-fitting blouse that lovingly hugged her small, attractive breasts.

"It's not much, but it's home," he laughed nervously, showing her around the tiny apartment. "It makes me feel like I'm on the move, you know?"

She sat down on the small couch across the room from the table and sipped her wine, nodding easily. "I think it's marvelous," she said lightly. "If you give it some time, it could turn out to be a very nice little place!"

The conversation went on like that for awhile. Mostly light, unimportant banter. She gave him a little gossip she had heard, her words punctuated by sharp, pleasing laughter •as she told him the juicy stories.

He was sitting beside her on the couch, casually running his sweating palms over his trousers, damning himself silently for being so nervous. He was no Don Juan, but he had a normal portion of experience with women and there was no reason he should, be feeling so awkward.

Dinner went perfectly. She enjoyed the meal and said so, complimenting him on his cooking. They retired to the couch once more for after dinner brandy and she leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, the tightness of her slacks outlining the lush, enticing curve of her thighs.

Her arm was flung back over the top of the couch, her long, well-trimmed nails tapping absently against the fabric, a drink in her other hand. "I feel completely content," she told him happily.

He swallowed with difficulty and took his eyes off her legs, turning his head to face her. Her lips were moist and glistening, parted slightly and trembling as she inhaled and exhaled with a pleasing hiss.

Her eyes were bright and dancing, filled with mischief and glee. He felt more awkward than the first date he had ever had with a girl back when he was a teenager. It was a foolish way for a twenty-nine-year-old man to be acting.

He rifted his glass and spoke in a weak, quivering voice. "To the future and our friendship," he whispered softly. "May it last forever!"

She nodded, lowering her eyes in a knowing manner. "Forever," she repeated, softly, touching his glass with her own. The sharp, ringing sound of the two goblets meeting echoed about the room, filled with promise.

The tension between them heightened as an embarrassed silence was broken by Candice's lilting laugh as their eyes met.

Her smile was warm and enticing and almost without knowing it, he bent forward and pressed his lips to hers. For a moment she was still, as if a piece of warm marble, then she sighed contentedly and returned the kiss, moving her lips gently back and forth across his own.

"I've wanted you to do that .all night." she whispered softly, a slight tremor growing in her voice. "Ummm, that's so nice, Evan, so very nice!"

"God, I've wanted to do this since the moment I laid eyes on you," he moaned, running the tips of his fingers down over her cheeks, twisting and turning his mouth against hers with a growing hunger. "It's like a dream, a dream come true!"

Eagerly they embraced. Her felt her smooth, warm arms wrapping around his back, and the palms of his own hands greedily pressed against her rippling spine. Through her blouse he could feel the pulsating, excited blood racing through her veins and he lovingly kneaded and caressed her through the flimsy material.

She shivered slightly, her body relaxed and loose, allowing him to bend into her and channel the direction of his passion any way he desired. She slithered her tongue across his teeth, giggling lightly at his shocked and excited reaction. Hungrily he slid his own prong between her brilliant, white teeth and slashed urgently at the pink, pointed spear of her own.

She sighed with the growing fire and eager desire for the funny little man she was kissing. She found him exciting in a amusing sort of way. She felt he would be a good lover and the passion she was experiencing was more than enough to make her continue.

Hesitantly he ran his palm down to the soft, quivering rise of her delicious behind. He could feel her bottom trembling beneath his fingers as he gently rode them back and forth .across her spine.

She moaned quietly and pulled herself away from the back of the couch to give him more room. "Ummm, lower, honey, lower," she sighed, rocking her lovely, round bottom back and forth on the cushions beneath her. "Ummm, it's nice, so very nice!"

She reached out and took hold of his wrist, guiding one hand up to the tight, jutting mounds that pressed insistently against her blouse. She felt him shudder involuntarily as she pressed the flesh of his palm against one breast.

Willingly he closed his fingers around the small, pert globe and gave it a tender squeeze through her blouse. Both of them shivered uncontrollably and sighed almost at once as the spasms of pleasure rippled through them.

Hungrily his other hand began to ride over the luscious curve of her behind. His fingers dug into the spongy softness of her half moons, gripping and kneading her flesh through the tight slacks. She gasped with pleasure as she felt his finger driving down to the base of her bottom, gently tickling the apex of her thighs.

"Ohh, Jesus, Evan, that is so good, honey," she moaned in a thick, strained tone of voice. She bucked her bottom against his hand, rocking it back and forth in an adorable fashion. "Ummm, lover, you make me feel so nice!"

His other hand began to fumble with the buttons to her blouse. He pulled at them nervously, somehow unable to make his fingers work correctly. She laughed at his excitement in a pleasing, light and airy voice and murmured soft, quiet words of pleasure as he pulled the buttons free.

He gasped as he pulled the folds of the flimsy garment free from the waistband of her slacks. He pushed them aside, revealing her pert, round breasts to his greedy eyes. They were small, but symmetrical in shape, perfect in every way. Her nipples were rosy-tipped, pert and attractive, trembling with the passion she was experiencing.

"They are as beautiful as I had imagined," he whispered softly, gently rubbing the palm of his hand over the two, tiny red stones, making them grow hard and erect, quivering with delight. "Simply beautiful!"

She laughed in pleasure, moaning softly and thrusting her boobs hard against his hand. "Ummm, play with them, Evan," she groaned in need. "I want you to play with them now! Oooo, it feels so wonderful when you squeeze them, so damn wonderful!"

Now he was seized was an overpowering lust and greed. He closed his fingers around one luscious globe, digging his fingers into her creamy, warm flesh, kneading and caressing the pert, round sphere with a tender greed.

She shivered and quaked, her own hands traveling hungrily over his body, her nails digging into his flesh through his shirt and trousers as she lovingly massaged and caressed her way down toward his lap.

Excitedly he squeezed and fondled her bottom. He could feel the heat of desire rising powerfully from her loins, the pulsating warmth coming through her clothing. Eagerly he slithered the palm of his hand over her thighs and gently ran the flat of his hand down between the warm, trembling limbs.

She groaned in delight, opening her legs to give him more room, as her own hand clasped around his thigh and began to knead and massage his leg through his pants as she worked her way toward the thick, throbbing bulge in the front of them.

He shivered in anticipation as he felt her lovely, smooth digits nearing his aching mound. Spasms of intense, almost unbelievable pleasure were tearing through him wildly and he began to fondle and attack her loins with increasing passion and need in response to her tender caress.

"I want you, Candice, God, how I want you," he moaned, almost ashamed of the tortured need in his voice. "God, you're on fire, simply on fire!"

She shivered as the tremor of wanting that his fingers created in her loins rippled through her womb. She bucked her cunt up hard against his hand, and groaned as she felt his fingers tugging on the buttons to her slacks.

Her own hand greedily cupped over the huge, pounding bulge in his trousers and she felt him shuddering violently as she gave the fevered mound a loving squeeze. He gasped loudly, rocking his hips back and forth, his lips fluttering wildly against hers.

His tongue swirled and danced around her own and the two spears entwined and locked tightly together as they kissed deeply and passionately, the waves of desire racing through them powerfully now.

Eagerly he pulled the last button' to her slacks free and slipped his hand inside of them, slithering his fingers between her panties and the smooth, pulsating flesh of her warm, damp belly.

She cried out softly as she felt his thin, pleasing digits curling around the wispy strands of hair that covered her fevered mound. He tugged on the damp, slippery bush, making her gasp and shudder with delight.

"Oooo, that's it, lover, yes," she sighed contentedly, gently swaying from left to right, thrilling to the way his fingers were exploring her wet, warm mound. "Uh-huh, that's it! Ohhh, it's wonderful, Evan, simply wonderful!"

Her fingers now fumbled impatiently with the zipper, button, and buckle to his trousers. She heard him moaning continually with the waves of intense and almost painful passion he was experiencing and even through the layers of clothing, she could feel the powerful, urgent blood raging along his shaft.

She pushed the material apart, slithering her hand inside and wrapping it around the thick, expanding shaft of his manhood. Evan groaned wildly, jerking spasmodically on the couch as she drew the hot, pulsating rod from his trousers and balanced it in the soft, warm palm of one hand.

"Ummm, how thick and hard it is, Evan," she cooed lovingly, stroking the length of the shaft with the fingers of her .other hand. She giggled in delight as the prick quivered wildly in her grip. "Ohhh, it's so hard and warm, I just love it, honey, just love it!"

Gently she squeezed her fist shut around his cock and Evan gasped and thrashed violently in response. She felt his fingers kneading and tugging on her breasts, hungrily pinching her nipples until spasms of tingling pain and pleasure raced through the tiny nuggets, the sensations rippling down to the base of her loins.

"I want you so bad I can taste it," he chuckled in a raspy tone of voice. "You got me crazy, honey, just God damn crazy!"

Hungrily he ran two of his fingers up and around her tender, moist clit. The small, round button was trembling wildly as the fingers slid over it and Candice screamed softly when he caught the juicy nub between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a tender pinch.

She shivered and moaned, swaying her cunt beneath his fingers in an erotic fashion, bucking her pussy mound hard against his attentive hand. "Umm, inside, baby, put them inside me, please," she groaned, giving his prick another hard, passionate squeeze. "Put them in me right now!"

To urge him on, she began to pump her hand gently up and down on his prick, rolling and dancing her fingers across the hot, feverish flesh, tracing a lazy path in his meat with her fingernails.

He gasped tightly, the spasms of lust burning through his prick as he felt her delightful digits riding over him. His cock felt as if it were on fire and when she teasingly pinched his thick, engorged head between her fingers, he almost sobbed with the power and force of his enjoyment.

Passionately he rode the tips of his fingers up and down along the luscious, moist cleft between her cunt lips. The two petals quivered wildly under his touch and she threw her head back, moaning with pleasure as she felt him massaging and fondling her yearning loins.

He slithered the two seeking spears around the rim of her hot, wet entrance and felt the delicious excitement building in him as the twin folds of flesh parted willingly for his invasion.

Slowly he drove the two prongs into her damp, gripping interior. He could feel her pussy muscles expanding and contracting around the plunging spears, fluttering in passion as he buried his fingers to the hilt in her steaming chamber.

"Deeper, baby, go deeper," she groaned, twisting and turning under the assault, gasping and squeezing his prick painfully in her grasp. "Ooo, I want them all the way in me! Umm, make me scream, baby, make me scream out loud, please!"

He drove his fingers into her wet, luscious pit until they were buried to the hilt in her tender tunnel, scraping lazily at her damp, slippery inner walls. Gently he began to pump them in and out of her, twisting and 'turning them against her creamy inner chamber.

She groaned and quaked, wrapping her arm around his neck and drawing his head to her chest. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his lips running over her breasts, kissing and licking with his tongue, stabbing at her aching nipples with the pleasing spear.

She sobbed as she felt his fingers driving in and out of her cunt, pushing and scraping against her flesh, sending the powerful shock waves of delight tearing through her with increasing force and pleasure.

His lips curled around one pert, hard nipple and he lovingly caught the tender nugget between his teeth. He held the sweet nub gently and lathered it with his tongue. She cried out in delight, running her fingers wildly through his hair, driving her hand harder against his cock and bucking her cunt violently up to meet his plunging fingers.

For Evan, it was something out of a dream, a wild, thrilling fantasy he had invented. It was too unbelievable to be true. He was actually caressing and kissing Candice Maryland. It was too much to believe!

He pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt with a rhythm and grace that made her cry out and shudder after each delicious stroke. He twirled and buried his fingers deep inside of her, tickled her inner walls, then pulled with out with a lazy flourish.

She sobbed and hugged him urgently to her breast, groaning tightly as he gathered more of her tit into his mouth, sucking greedily on her alabaster flesh, nibbling on her creamy globe with his teeth.

"Ohhh, Jesus, sweet Evan, I need you now," she groaned passionately, thrusting her pussy hard against his hand, tugging on his cock with a growing urgency. "Umm, in me, honey, put yourself in me^ now!"

He could hardly escape and didn't want to and she determinedly drew him toward her loins. Her thighs spread wide apart as she slid down on the couch to make more room for him.

He shivered with anticipation as he slipped, over her and- pulled on her slacks, drawing them and her panties down over her luscious, lovely legs, whipping them over her feet and dropping them to the floor.

He stared down at her pussy, wet and quivering in an enticing fashion. Her arms were out to him, beckoning him to come to her once more and he shuddered involuntarily as he bent forward once again, settling down between her smooth, creamy limbs.

Her felt her fingers digging into his shoulders, drawing him upward. His prick slid along the moist, warm flesh of her inner thigh and he moaned with passion as the tip of his shaft suddenly pressed against the slippery, smooth petals that guarded the entrance to her luscious chamber.

She sighed in anticipation, rocking from left to right, pressing her pussy up hard against his cock. As the thick, hot tip of his rod forced its way past her cunt lips, the young woman cried out in delight under the penetration, her pussy burning with pleasure at the invasion of his shaft.

She eagerly thrust herself against him, using her cunt muscles to draw more of the thick, pounding tool into her hot tunnel. She groaned as she felt his cock filling her aching pit completely, forcing her womb to expand in a delicious, sensual fashion.

"Yes, honey, ohhhh, yes," she moaned, feeling him grinding his belly hard against hers as he buried himself to the hilt in her burning cave. "Ummm, all the way in, honey, put it all the, way in! OOOh, Jesus, Evan, fuck me! I want it rough and hard, baby! Fuck me, hard, Evan, hard, hard, hard!"

Evan could barely understand her, so garbled and slurred was her speech by her passion and greed, and so overwhelming was the sensation of his prick plunging to the depths of her womb.

She was like another woman, now, completely different. She threw her legs up and around his hips, locking her ankles tightly behind his back, and thrust herself so violently against him that he had to hold onto her shoulders to steady himself. She bucked back and forth, making him pump his cock in and out of her in a vicious fashion.

She wanted to be assaulted, it seemed, and when he began to drive his shaft in and out of her cunt in a harsh, pounding fashion, twisting and turning ruthlessly as he went along, she shivered and quaked, thrilling to the sensations she was creating in her fevered womb.

Her cunt muscles fluttered and grasped at his plunging shaft, holding him tightly, urging him on. She bit into the flesh of his neck, licking and kissing him passionately, and her fingers dug deep into his flesh through his shirt.

He slipped his hands up and under her attractive bottom, digging his fingers into the spongy softness of her flesh, kneading and caressing the warm, tender half moons in a greedy manner.

He held her tightly, rocking back and forth on his heels as he drove his cock in and out of her hot, taut pussy with fevered, rhythmic power. He ground his belly hard against hers, their flesh meeting with a loud, stinging smack, then parting with a wet, slippery pop.

The room was growing dense with the thick, heady aroma of their passion and the air was filled with the grunts, moans and sobs of pleasure that escaped their lips. Within his brain, a swirling, almost dizzy excitement was buzzing and he could think of nothing but the wet, warm, gripping tunnel that he was feeling wrapped so tightly around his driving shaft.

Harder and faster he powered his cock into her. "Harder, harder, harder," she was gasping, -squeezing her thighs tightly around his hips, grinding her cunt viciously against his plunging tool. "Make me scream, honey, make me scream! Harder, harder, harder!"

He slammed his prick into her again and again. He pulled her cunt to his prick, his fingers sunk deeply into the flesh of her buttocks, kneading and massaging them eagerly as he rode his cock in and out of the hot, steaming passage of her womb.

He could feel her pussy growing hotter and tighter with every stroke that he took and he knew that she was drawing near to a violent orgasm as he rammed into her cunt once more, burying his prick to the hilt in the steaming chamber.

She rocked and thrashed beneath him wildly, consumed by her passion now, completely out of control. She was almost like an animal, now, bucking and jerking spasmodically, her cunt boiling with need, her fingers drawing blood as she sunk into his skin through his shirt.

He twisted and turned his prick, viciously slamming it into her, grinding his belly against hers. His mouth kissed and mashed hard down on hers, his tongue jamming his way into her mouth and lashing at her own.

She screamed softly, sobbing and crying with desire as she felt the moment of her release drawing nearer and nearer. "Ohhh, sweet, sweet Evan, yes," she groaned softly, kissing his neck passionate. "Ummm, I'm going to come, baby, going to come any second now! It's so good, honey, so very, very good!"

He held her bottom tightly in anticipation, burrowing his prick deep inside of her once again. A sudden, overpowering eruption burst in her loins and she began to thrash violently, the spasms of desire tearing through her as her orgasm exploded in her luscious chamber.

He felt her thrusting herself violently against him and the creamy hot thickness of her gushing come swirling around his plunging shaft. He held on as she shuddered and tossed about, gasping and crying with the powerful climax that was tearing through her.

Again and again the delicious spasms quaked through her damp, warm pit. He thrilled to the enticing, rolling delight that he was feeling pulsating through her. He ground his prick deep in her pussy, feeling his own passion reaching a feverish pitch.

She reached down and began to fondle his balls, gripping and squeezing him, urging him on in a breathless tone of voice. "Ummm, yes, your turn, baby, yes," she moaned softly, her words rippling pleasingly over his ears, "Come, baby, come in Candy, now! Ummm, come so good, honey, I want to feel you coming so good in me, now!"

He groaned wildly, driving his cock faster and harder against her gripping, moist inner walls. He could feel her cunt muscles and fingers driving him on and then suddenly he felt an intense, almost overwhelming explosion in his balls and his legs went weak as the energy was drained from them with the power of his climax.

He cried out in delight, burying his spurting rod deep in her pussy. The thick, steaming come burst from his shaft, searing her inner walls with its boiling fluid. She laughed in delight and thrust her cunt hard against the steady burst of come that shot from his prick.

Again and again he seemed to power the sticky liquid into her cunt and she thrilled to the vibrating, wild tremors of pleasure she could feel rippling through his cock, tightly buried in her darling chamber.

Hours seemed to pass before they were completely drained of all passion and need. He was laying against her, his prick still buried in her cunt, gently kissing her shoulders with his lips as the final spasms of delight continued to gently ripple through the both of them.

Tenderly she pushed him away from her. "Ummm, that was nice, Evan," she said softly, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I love making love to a strong, gentle man! I can see we are going to be good friends, but I'm afraid I have to leave now. I have a date!"

As she stood up and began to pull on her panties and slacks, he sat, slumped down on the couch, staring at her with disbelief. He simply could not accept that she was going anywhere after what had just happened.

She saw the look of shock and hurt on his face and her expression turned dark as she buttoned her blouse, shaking her head. "Now, don't get all depressed, honey," she said determinedly. "I like you a lot and you're very, very nice to have sex with, but I'm an independent girl and I won't be tied down!"

She slipped on her shoes and bent over, kissing him lightly on the forehead. "We're going to have lots of fun while you're here, honey," she told him breezily. "Just think of it that way, and no one will get hurt!"

Then she whispered a warm goodbye and slipped out the door, leaving him sitting there, completely shocked and disappointed. He was just beginning to realize how little he seemed to mean to her. It was obvious that she wasn't about to fall in love with him without some help.

And then the rage started in him. The rage at being used by everyone around him for as long as he could remember. Even her, it now seemed. Even her. And the rage colored his thinking with a blinding, red blur of anger, and that is when he decided to make her his slave.



Chapter 2

The man's name was Professor John Mann. He was an imposing man at first glance. A bit over six-feet, with a round, bullet-like head and cold, black eyes that seem to be riveting into whoever was-looking into them. His voice was melodic with no trace of an accent to indicate his origins. His manner was. calm and cool, completely without any anxiety or fear.

Candice could not understand why he wasn't worried. Kidnapping was a serious crime, and kidnapping her was going to be worse than that once she got through with the big bastard!

"I don't know why I'm here," she said, trying to make her voice sound as calm and causal as his had sounded. "But if I were you, I'd start explaining things as quickly as possible!"

The man laughed as if she were telling him some great joke. His eyes never left hers as the sound of his amusement escaped his lips. Her vision was still a little blurry from the drug they had given her when they had burst into her apartment. She could barely remember the •two, or was it three, men who so brutally pinned her to the bed and jammed the needle into her arm.

She rubbed her hands over her face to clear her mind and vision then looked up again, just in time to see Professor Mann's hand whipping through the air, cracking her viciously across the mouth so hard that he split her lip.

"The first thing you must remember, is to never speak unless spoken to," he told her quietly, after the sound of his palm making contact with her cheek and her own cry of pain and shock drifted away. "You must never, ever even look at me unless I command you to, Candice, that is the first rule!"

Candice was laying to one side of the narrow, hard cot that hung from the wall in the little room she was in. Her face throbbed with the stinging memory of the blow and she could taste the warm blood of her torn lip as it filled her mouth.

"You must be nuts," she hissed at the man, glaring at him defiantly. "How do you ever expect to get away with kidnapping me, huh? You'll never get to spend the money, buster, never!"

Professor Man laughed happily, shaking his head in delight He reached down and grasped her chin tightly in his big hand, turning her head so that she was staring into his cold, frightening eyes once more. He bent down and spoke, his lips just inches from her own.

"But my dear Miss Maryland," he whispered harshly. "You aren't here for money! You are here for ransom, you're here for an experiment! You're here to be trained!"

He suddenly and violently shoved his hand backward, driving her head hard into the concrete wall behind her. The pain exploded in her brain and thundered so wildly about her skull that it made her stomach churn.

She was blinded by stars and felt herself fading away until he brought her back with repeated slaps across her face. Her eyes cleared quickly and she put her hands up to ward off the blows.

He gripped them tightly by the wrists and shook her violently until she was looking at him again. "Now listen to me, little Miss Movie Star," he began in a menacing fashion. "You're not here because of money, you are a willful, self-centered little bitch and I and my friends are going to train that out of you! You're not leaving here until we do, understand?"

Candice could not put it together in her mind. At first she had been angry and frightened at the same time, but now, now it was all changed. If this wasn't a kidnapping, then what the hell was this madman talking about.

"I ... I don't understand," she mumbled, trying to pull away from him. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Once more his hard, calloused palm shot up and smashed cruelly into her face. She screamed and pulled away, covering her head with her arms as he punched viciously at her. She felt him drive his fist roughly into her belly and she gasped as the wind was knocked out of her.

She sank to her knees on the floor, groaning and sucking for air. He reached down and grabbed hold of her hair, yanking her head back painfully, staring down at her with a wicked, evil grin on his face.

"Now that's just about where you belong, cunt," he said in a sharp, cruel hiss through his clenched teeth. "On your knees in front of your Master! You'll get used to the position, I assure you! You're to become a willing slave, whore, the quicker you learn, the better off you'll be!"

She struck at his hand with her own and began to sob loudly. "This has gone far enough, you bastard," she wailed, trying to pull her head away from his ^grip. She felt totally humiliated at being in the position she was in and struggled to get to her feet.

"I want out of here right now," she said, her voice slowly rising. "You let me go, you asshole! You let me go right this minute, or so help me ... "

He cocked his fist and struck her hard on the temple, knocking her senseless for a few moments. She drifted almost all the way out, only vaguely aware of being lifted to her feet and dragged along the floor and out of the room.

Her vision danced and swirled in front of her and she rocked her head from side to side, moaning with the confusion and terror she was experiencing, along with the dull, throbbing ache that was beating a steady tattoo inside of her skull.

She did not know quite what was going on. They took her into another room and then were chaining her up to some sort of rack. By that time she gathered all her senses back. She was upright, her arms and legs spread wide apart, her ankles and wrist secured tightly to the beams of the rack.

In front of her stood the man she had been talking too. His eyes were slit narrowly but dancing with pleasure just the same. She tugged on the shackles that held her, just beginning to realize how helpless she truly was.

"Ahhh, back with us, ummm," the man laughed harshly. He slapped her face a couple of times to make her more alert. "Come, come Miss Maryland, you won't learn anything sleeping during lessons, you know!"

"Just what in the hell is going on here," she gasped, blinking her eyes until she could focus clearly on the man in front of her. He was standing just a few feet away from her, a long, wicked-looking whip dangling by a thong wrapped tightly around his wrist.

"Why am I here?" she moaned, struggling weakly against the bonds that held her, the taste of blood still in her mouth. "What are you going to do to me?"

Once again, he shot out his hand and slapped her hard across the face. "No talking unless spoken to, remember?" he barked loudly "Until you learn that basic rule, I don't see what I am going to do with you!"

The harsh, cold metal of the four cuffs that held her to the upright rack were biting into her flesh, cutting her circulation. She moaned, listening to the weak, jangling sound they made as she tugged on her arms and legs. "This is insane," she muttered. "Just insane.!"

Professor Mann walked around behind her, chuckling in a menacing tone then caught her hair and tugged cruelly on it, bending her head far back. She squealed in pain, staring up into his flashing eyes.

"Many people have said that before," he whispered darkly, bending close and pressing his lips to her cheek. The contact of his mouth against her flesh made her stomach churn wildly. "But they all changed their minds after a taste of my training!"

He stepped back away from her and she groaned, pulling her head forward again. She had no idea of what was going on. It was like some, nightmare or something and she was convinced that she was dreaming. That had to be it, this had to be a bad, scary dream that she would soon wake up from.

She heard a sharp, whistling hiss cut through the air behind her and she vaguely wondered what made the sound when she suddenly felt the most incredible pain she had ever experienced slicing across her shoulders as Professor Mann brought the thick, leather whip down across her naked, defenseless upper back.

She screamed in terror and pain, almost unable to believe how much the blow had hurt. She felt her whole body reacting to the blow, shivering uncontrollably. She realized then, for the first time, that she was completely naked in the frame of the rack and her shame at being exposed mixed painfully with the fear and hurt she was feeling.

She heard the whistle of the belt once again and cried out in agony as Professor Mann slashed the soft, round surface of her bottom with the thick strands of the whip. Her searing, piercing wail tore through the air with horrifying sharpness that scared her with its intensity.

"Ohh, dear God, what do you want?" she sobbed, twisting around, trying desperately to get a glimpse of him. "Why are you doing this, why, why, why?"

He cackled in delight, whirling the whip around his hand and slashing out with it once more, curling the vicious, licking strands around her waist, making her quake with the impact of the blow, her cry of pain cutting through the air.

He cruelly tore the strands from her hips, leaving a thick, red stripe in their wake. He tapped the whip against the palm of his other hand, listening with pleasure to her aching gasps and trembling moans.

"What you are here to learn is discipline and obedience, bitch!" he almost shouted. He walked around in front of her, narrowing his eyes until they peered into hers in a terrifying fashion.

He leaned into her body, pressing the nub of the cold, leather handle of the whip against her small, round breasts. "This is your first lesson, there will be many more! Until you have become the willing slave I seek, you will suffer more pain and humiliation that you can imagine. There is no escape, whore, none at all!"

He stepped back again and snapped the whip against the floor with a loud, forceful crack. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she watched him raise his arm high above his head. She was shaking her own pretty head back and forth, moving her lips silently, pleading with him not to hit her again.

Like a snake, the whip lashed out and cut across the spongy softness of her breasts, sending a searing, burning fire through her luscious mounds that make her weak in the belly and stung as if she had been stabbed with a hundred needles.

She sobbed wildly, twisting and turning' as he slowly made his way around behind her once more. "I can apply this lash with the skill of a surgeon," he was telling her, softly. "Anywhere I seek to place the strands, I can. Observe your inner thighs, my dear!"

Instinctively she glanced downward and watched, almost with a fascination as the black, ugly coils of leather snaked between her damp, trembling limbs, slashing them brutally, making her raise up her head and scream at the, top of her lungs as the pain slithered up and into her loins.

"Ohhh, dear Christ, stop it, stop it," she' sobbed, the sound of her labored breathing competing with the noisy jangle of the links of chain that bound her to the rack. "God, God, don't hit me again, whatever it is you want me to do, I'll do it! Just don't hit me again!"

Professor Mann was laughing with delight now, teasing the backs of her thighs with the handle of the weapon, prodding the cleft between her precious half moons with the hard knob of the tool.

She shivered in pain and loathing as she felt the rough, cold leather wandering over her moist, warm flesh. She was helpless, under his insistent exploration. She could not escape and she knew it.

Never before had someone so cruelly and horribly had her in such a position. She could not believe it when she felt his hand sliding around over her belly, down between her damp, aching thighs to cup lovingly over her slippery cunt mound.

"Ahh, I see the pain makes you a bit moist, my dear," Mann laughed cruelly. She gasped as she felt him rudely fondling her pussy lips. "Good, that's a very good sign! It means you will be able to respond!"

"What is it you want, something weird, sexually," she moaned, shivering uncontrollably with the horror of his fingers exploring her womb. "I can't do much for you tied up like this!"

Viciously he reached around with his other hand, jamming the handle of the whip hand against her cunt lips, making her cry out as the harsh, brutally assault sent the throbbing waves of agony rolling through her.

"Little Miss Bitch!" he grunted, cruelly twisting and turning the handle, forcing it between her cunt lips, up into the moist, taut chamber beyond. She screamed and pulled away, but his free hand curled behind her buttocks and held her fast.

"Dumb little whore, don't you know I can do anything I want to you?" he hissed passionately. He twisted and turned the handle against her pussy, hearing her scream with pain as the thick, knobby head of the tool forced her cunt lips wide apart and expanded her delicate womb almost beyond what she thought possible.

"I can hurt you, cut you, whip you," he was saying, his voice almost a chant of anger and threats. "I can even fuck you with this damn thing if I want to, whore!"

He laughed in delight as he jammed the handle halfway along her hot, damp tunnel, making her sob wildly, the sweat breaking out all over her flesh as the pain tore through her.

Her drove more of the handle into her cunt and the white-hot flashes of agony rolled through her cunt in powerful spasms. The handle was deep in her womb, now, cruelly bruising her moist, delicate interior with its cold, rough edges.

He slowly began to pump it in and out of her cunt as he spoke to her and she could feel her inner flesh being torn by the rutted handle as he attacked her cunt viciously with the evil weapon.

"You're nothing, whore, do you understand that, nothing?" he whispered to her in a voice that was excited and passionate. "You're garbage, not fit to stand in the same place with your master! That's what you have to learn and that's what I am going to teach you!"

The pain quaked through her powerfully now, she could barely hear what he was saying for the intense, agonizing roar she heard in her ears. She screamed again and again, but this had no effect on him.

"Scream, little whore, scream all you like," he laughed happily. He pulled the handle suddenly from her and stepped back once more. "You can wail and cry and even kick and pound your fists! But no one will hear you, Miss Maryland, no one!"

Once more he stepped back around behind her, cracking the whip on the floor with a rhythmic snapping of his wrist. She could feel the warm trickle of blood running down her thigh from her damaged womb and she shivered and groaned, wondering when this horror and nightmare was going to end.

She clung to the fact that she must be dreaming. Supposedly you couldn't feel pain in your dreams, but she had always disbelieved that, and now she was praying with all her heart that this wasn't real. It just couldn't be, it just couldn't, she thought feverishly!

The crack of the whip against her round, ripe bottom brought her back to reality once more. The lash bit cruelly into her defenseless buttocks, leaving a harsh, red welt to rise up on the battered buns.

"Later, many, many things will be explained to you," Professor Mann was telling her, bringing the whip down across her naked back once more with a sudden harshness. "Later, you will understand the pain and you will come to enjoy it, look forward to it! But now, now it is your punishment! And you have much to be punished for, haven't you!"

With a ringing cry of glee, Professor Mann stepped up his attack on her body with the whip. Again and again he struck her, opening tiny cuts on her arms and thighs, leaving huge, ugly stripes across her creamy flesh.

She sobbed and moaned, her head hanging down against her chest, her body sagging from the shackles as her energy and strength left her under the repeated pain and force of the falling blows.

"You will learn when and what to do," Mann explained, pausing for a moment to rest, coming close to her and kissing her bruised, stinging shoulder. "Ahhh, such a shame to hurt so lovely skin!"

He sank his teeth into her flesh until he drew blood and she was screaming and twisting violently away from this new source of agony. "I don't understand, I don *t," she cried, quaking uncontrollably in agony.

"Please, please let me go, I'll do anything, I swear it, anything," she begged, shivering and trembling with fear and pain. "God, God, don't do this to me, anymore, please, please don't!"

"You just will not listen, will you?" he sighed, almost sounding as if he were in despair over her unwillingness to learn. "You are just going to hang there until you learn to keep your mouth shut, cunt!"

He brought the whip down across her shoulders once again and the resounding crack and wet slap the vicious tool made when it struck her flesh was echoed by her cries of pain.

Now the blows grew in force and passion. Again and again they rained down upon her, tearing and bruising her with more pain and searing horror than she could have ever imagined. The dream was no longer a nightmare.

How long this went on before she fainted, she could not remember. Finally, the pain and exhaustion took her into the depths of a deep, black pool and she floated around just beneath the surface for awhile, hardly aware of anything that was happening to or around her.

The next thing she was truly aware of was the throbbing ache that was caressing her back, shoulders, buttocks and thighs and a soothing warmth that was flowing into her battered flesh. "There, there, little one, don't cry so," a soft, loving voice was telling her. "You are having a hard time of it, aren't you?"

Candice moaned softly, trying to rise up, but a firm, yet loving hand pushed her back down and patted her comfortingly. "Now, now, child, don't fight so," the pleasing voice told her. "There is so much you have to learn, don't try and do it all at once!"

"Who, who are you?" whispered the poor, weak young woman, turning her head on its side, blinking until she could focus on the face above her. "Where am I, anyway? Why am I here?"

The woman, who was about forty, chuckled softly, shaking her head and suddenly digging her thumb and forefinger deeply into the nerves at the base of Candice's neck, sending a horrible, shooting pain tearing through her.

"See what I mean?" the woman laughed gently as a shriek of pain escaped the young woman's lips. "See how pleasure and warmth can turn ' to cold, hard pain in a moment's notice? You have to learn, my dear, you have to learn!"

"Ohh, God, learn what, learn what?" Candice sobbed, pushing upward with her hands and knees, trying desperately to rise. "For the love of God, will someone please tell me what is going on here?"

The woman gave her a hard, yet pleasing slap on the bottom and she was so weakened by the beating she had received that Candice fell back down on her stomach and lay there moaning.

"You are here, simply, to learn to be an obedient little female," the older woman said quietly, gently rubbing the thick, comforting lotion into her welts and bruises. "Soon, you will embark on a most exciting journey into the pleasing experience of total devotion and submissiveness. You will wonder how you ever lived any other way!"

Candice only partly understood what the woman was saying. Her mind was brimming with questions and she passionately wanted to know just what the hell was happening to her. Never in her life had she ever been so brutally and ruthlessly assaulted and she damn well intended to find out the truth.

"Who is this Professor Mann?" she asked, her voice trembling a little as she spoke, the aching, rolling pain continuing to race through her despite the kindly woman's attentive hands. "What .does he want with me?"

"He is very, very famous," cooed the older woman, digging her fingers deep into Candice's flesh, kneading and rubbing the soothing lotion into the young woman. "He has spent years studying the subject of control and of basic reprogramming. He can build people into brand new persons, you'll see!"

"But, but why me?" Candice groaned, daring to speak before being told to. "I just don't understand what I have done!"

The woman's hands ceased to caress her. She gave the girl's bottom another slap, poking her in the ribs to get her to her feet. As Candice sat up, the room swirled around in her a sickening lurch and she almost fainted. She put a hand to her forehead and moaned heavily.

"Now, now, not passing out, my dear," the woman tittered. "We are expected for dinner. The .Professor will explain everything to you, there, I promise!"

Tenderly she helped the young woman to her feet, slipping a sheer, wispy gown over her arms and head, letting it slither down over her body until the hem rested at mid-thigh. As Candice stared into the full length mirror on the wall, she could see her trim, supple body plainly outline by the flimsy garment's transparent material.

Her breasts pushed insistently against the gown, her rosy, pink nipples two tiny points against the off-white of the garment. Her pubic mound was dark against the bland color of the gown and the cloth curled enticingly around her smooth, tapered thighs.

Had she more energy and will, she might have protested wearing the outfit anywhere other than the luxurious bedroom she was in, but her mind was still weak and confused and she could do little more than follow the older woman down the hall when she beckoned her with a slender, attractive hand.

"Remember, dear," the woman whispered in frantic caution as they walked along the wide hallway, Candice's bare, dainty feet stepping swiftly across the chilly, marble floor beneath them.

"Remember to say nothing, nothing at all!" the woman whispered urgently. "And keep your eyes lowered at all times! Every mistake you make, you will be punished for, every single one! That's part of the training!"

Candice was about to speak, when they reached a set of huge, double doors and a butler suddenly pulled them open, admitting them to a large, beautiful dining room, where Professor John Mann sat at the far end of a long, oaken table, waiting for them.



Chapter 3

The air smelled slightly sweet from the odor of the incense- burning in a dozen tiny holders about the room. It made Candice's belly lurch a bit as she inhaled the heady, thick aroma, but she fought the violent churning down, following the older woman across the room.

Professor Mann rose at their entrance, bowing from the waist, smiling broadly. He was dressed in a smoking jacket and appeared to have just come from a bath, for his hair was damp and combed back over his skull.

Candice remembered to lower her eyes as she approached the long, huge table, keeping close to the older woman, whom she now felt to be perhaps the only friend she had in this madhouse. She sat in the middle place of the right side of the table, as the man instructed her and waited for what was to come.

"She looks marvelous, Julia, simply marvelous," Professor Mann gasped in pleasure. "You do wonders for me, darling, quite astounding, I must say!"

"She wasn't marked up that badly at all, John," the woman replied in a dull tone of voice that slowly grew in passion and emotion. "You have such a wonderful way with the whip, you hardly leave any damage to repair at all!"

Candice could have argued with that, she thought, but she kept her peace. It was obvious that she could not get out of this place at once. She hardly knew where she was in the house, and she imagined it was quite a large place.

The best thing she thought she could do, was remain very quiet and listen carefully for any clues to the location of the home. Once she got away, she wanted-to be able to guide the police back here as quickly as possible.

"And how are you feeling, Candice?" Professor Mann asked, the concern in his voice disconcerting. "Better, I hope?"

"You've got some" guts asking me that, you prick," Candice replied before she could stop herself. "How do you think I'm feeling, you maniac?"

Julia gasped at the far end of the table while Professor Mann merely chuckled. He stood up and swiftly crossed the distance between them.

"Do you forget your place so soon, little whore?" he whispered in a harsh, yet even, calm voice. "Has the memory of the lash so quickly faded from your flesh? Shall I replace it with another?"

His hand, lightly holding a cigarette fitted into an ivory holder, suddenly shot downward, grinding the burning smoke out in the back of her creamy, slender hand. She screamed, struggling to escape the fingers of his other hand that pinned her palm to the table while he finished mashing the cigarette into her flesh.

"Now, if you are very wise, Miss Maryland, you will keep your little, slutty mouth closed and listen carefully," he warned her, letting go of her hand.-"You might learn something to spare you so much needless agony!"

He walked back over to his place at the table, leaving Candice to suck on the sizzled, throbbing flesh of the back of her hand. He sat down, tapped a small bell beside his plate and nodded when the butler appeared, to have him begin serving the evening meal.

"Now, if I were you, Miss Maryland, I would pay strict attention to what you are about to be told," Professor Mann said in a slow, compelling tone of voice. "I don't like to repeat myself, and if I do, it is usually during the course of some manner of punishment for your not having gotten it right the first time!"

He took a sip from his wine glass, rolling the sweet, pleasing liquid around over his tongue before swallowing. "Ahh, delicious, delicious!" he said happily, nodding to the butler again ...

"Now, my dear, I will give you a little of my history, as I always to to every new arrival in my. little school I believe in telling my young ladies exactly why they are here and what is going to happen to them.

"Fear of the unknown, you see, can be staggering, but when you already know that something frightening and painful is going to happen to you, well, that can be ten times worse, I assure you!"

The man leaned forward, staring at Candice so intently, that she would not have looked up from her plate, even if she thought she was allowed to. She sat very still, paying close heed to every word that he spoke.

"I have spent years perfecting a method of totally changing a person's emotions, moods, the very essence of their being!" he said, his voice, rising with excitement and emotion on every word.

"I have learned secrets not even the government would have thought of! I have studied brainwashing, if you like, for twenty years, and my dear, I have reached the point where I can launder anybody's mind, I assure you!"

He leaned back, taking another generous sip from his glass and sighing with pleasure at his little lecture. "I tell you this to place in your mind the fact that you cannot escape from here," he said, evenly. "I want you to know that. There is no way out of here, other than how I prescribe."

He shook his head, sighing once more as he peered at her. "I can see you don't believe me," he said, sadly. "I can read your mind, Candice, I can tell what you are thinking. It won't work, I promise you."

He stood .up and came around the table to her once more. She gasped as he placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her flesh a loving squeeze. She drew away from him, leaning to the left and he bent down and pressed his lips to the side of her cheek.

"Listen to me, my dear, you are already weak and confused," he whispered passionately". "You are frightened, your body throbs painfully from the beating you were given. You are already losing you will to fight me, soon you won't have any at all, and that is when I will begin to change you!"

"Never, never you fucking prick," Candice hissed, grasping hold of a small knife and leaping to her feat in anger. "I'll kill you first, I'll kill everyone, first!"

Professor Mann chuckled as if amused by a small child's game. His hands were as swift as a leaping cat's claws as he locked one set of fingers around her wrist and bent her arm effortlessly until she was doubled over, her teeth grit tight against the pain, the pressure of his fingers forcing her to drop the knife back down onto the table.

He shoved her rudely back into her seat and then resumed his own. "I could have struck you then," he commented dryly. "But there was no need. I admire your spirit, though I detest your position."

He paused, taking a bite from his plate. He sampled the rare roast beef, chewing slowly, then swallowing determinedly. He smiled, licking his lips in delight. He waved at the butler and the tall, slender black man left the room noiselessly.

"Yes, yes, .Lam in control of you already, Candice," Professor Mann said, picking up his monologue once more. "By the time I am finished, you will eagerly obey me or anyone else I instruct you to! The days of your willful, bitch-like behavior are swiftly drawing to a close!"

Candice looked up defiantly, not giving a damn, now, if he struck her again or not. Nobody was going to talk to her this way, nobody! She was Candice Maryland, she deserved respect and she was going to get it.

"I don't know who put you up to this or how long you think it can last, but I'm going to fight you all the way, you son of a bitch, bank on that!" she shouted, rising from her chair, heading toward the door. "I'm leaving!"

Neither Julia or the Professor left their chairs to stop her. She got to the door, pulled it open and stepped into the huge, iron-like embrace of the butler. As if she were a playful little girl, he carried her kicking and squirming back to the table and set her down in her chair again.

"I do hope we won't have to tie you down, my dear," Julia said, sweetly. "I hate to see anyone force fed, it's so cruel and they always seem to spit everything up afterward! Please try and remain calm, dear!"

Candice glared at her then turned her head back to Professor man. "So you win this round," she hissed, giving her head a determined shake. "There will be others, you can count on it! You're not getting away with this, not one bit of it!"

Professor Mann laughed in delight, shaking his head. "My dear, little slut, how passionate your anger is," he chuckled softly. "I do hope I don't channel all of that marvelous emotion out of you during training. I truly hope that I don't. It can be put to some very good use!"

He then cut off another slice of roast beef and chewed it hungrily, patting his lips with the napkin before continuing. He was acting as if he were discussing some theory of his with his fellow scholars instead of describing the torment he was going to inflict on a captive.

"Very soon you will begin to change, my dear, I promise you," he said evenly, his voice dropping to a serious tone. "You will learn to speak only when spoken to, to do anything and everything demanded of you without a moment's thought or hesitation. By using the various means and techniques, I will completely remold your persona until you will wonder how you could have ever been any other way!"

His words were droning in her ears now, filling her with fear and confusion. She fiercely rebelled against the words she was hearing, trying to push them out of her mind. The very idea that he could turn her into some kind of mindless slave seemed not only impossible, but revolted her.

She had grown up surrounded by a world of a few, powerful doers, and many, many weak and pathetic yes-men. She has seen will, self-respect and a hundred other kinds of things that make a person feel human and blessed with some measure of dignity, ripped and torn .from them as if flesh being stripped from their bodies.

It repelled and frightened her more than death itself. To become mindless, to live only to do the will of another struck at the very core of her soul and she shivered now in dark, brooding terror that he actually might have the slightest chance of doing that to her.

His eyes were as fierce as any she had ever seen and she realized that as mad as he must be, he was in complete control of himself and what was worse, her, too. She cautiously began to eat, taking small, tiny bites of the food she did not really want, but knew she must consume. She had a definite feeling she was going to need all the strength she could get.

"Yes, that's it Miss Maryland," Professor Mann said, a slight, mocking tone in his voice. "Eat, eat as much as you can stand, you and I are in for some interesting sessions together, I can see that, now!"

"I hope you aren't going to be a lot of trouble, dear," Julia sighed, shaking her head in worry. "The last young lady was so much trouble, it took her almost a year to get things worked out in her head!"

"But they did work out!" cried Professor Mann, slamming a huge, meaty fist down hard on the table, rattling the dishes and cups. "And they always do, Miss Maryland, they always do! I have programmed over fifty young women over the last ten years, and not one of them has regressed, not one!"

His voice had reached a high, wailing pitch and he was standing up, leaning over the table, his eyes flashing with passion and fire. For a brief moment, her eyes were locked to his as if actually held there by a power and force she could not resist.

Then he sat down, smiling tightly, nodding to himself. "Yes, you are mine, now, Miss Maryland, all mine," he said happily, quietly allowing his words to ripple by her ears with their chilling effect.

"I will turn you into my most perfect creation: A complete and willing slave!"

She shuddered uncontrollably, her belly sinking as if she had suddenly plunged down, down, down the length of a huge, bottomless cavern. She gulped frantically, trying desperately to retain what little calm and control that she had. Slowly she shook her head.

"Never," she whispered impassionedly. "Never! I'll die first!"

Groaning softly, Professor leaned back in his chair, pushing his plate away from him in disgust. "You have ruined my appetite," he growled. "I do not know why I do this to myself! I don't understand why I bother arguing, with you girls when you are in your pre-channeled state."

He stood up, walking briskly over to where she was seated. He took hold of her arm and yanked her up and out of the chair. Roughly he pulled her over to a small, luxurious sofa.

He threw her down on the comfortable couch and she sat, glaring up at him, her eyes twinkling with fear. She watched as he removed his belt* pulling it from the loops of his trousers with a sharp, determined yank.

He sat down next to her and barked his command; "Lift up your hem and place yourself over my knees," he hissed. "If you insist on acting-like a child, I am going to discipline you as one!"

"Fuck you," she hissed in response, shocked at "hearing the anger and force in her voice. "You want to get your kicks this way, you can work for it, asshole!"

"Little, willful, bitch," he growled, reaching out and taking hold of her long, auburn hair, pulling her crudely across his thighs. "It's going to be a pleasure training you, I can see that!"

She struggled in his lap, but he lay one forearm over the base of her spine and pinned her to his thighs so tightly with his weight and strength that she could hardly do more than wiggle foolishly under his grip.

He flipped the hem of her gown up over the gentle rise, of her buttocks, revealing the smooth, curvaceous contours of her luscious, soft behind. Lovingly he dropped his hand, patting her bottom with a tender affection.

"Bad, bad little Candy," he chuckled softly. "Daddy has to spank, daddy has to teach her a lesson, now doesn't he?"

She was revolted by the position she was in and she bucked back and forth on his thighs, pounding at his legs with her small, attractive fists. "You asshole, you bastard," she gasped in anger. "Ohhh, you God damn prick!"

"Mind. your mouth, cunt," he barked, suddenly bringing the belt down hard on her soft, tender bottom, the harsh, cold leather of the tool caressing her with it harsh, wet kiss. She screamed as the pain tore through her and her body trembled violently in response. "Mustn't talk that way to daddy, now mustn't we?"

Again he brought the belt down on her spongy half moons. The pain was more intense then the. whip he had used on her and she could hardly believe a spanking could hurt that much. Her aching behind felt as if he were branding it with a hot iron and she sobbed uncontrollably as he struck her again.

Silently, Julia came over and held her kicking legs while Professor Mann brought the vicious, cruel belt down on her tender, swollen buns again and again. The pain ceased to hurt in moments now, but seemed to continue through the seconds between each blow. Her whole behind quivered with agony and she thought she would faint, she was in so much pain.

Harder and harder fell the belt. Its thick, wide plane landed across her tender bottom with sharp, resounding cracks, each one followed by her screams of pain and terror. She was sobbing uncontrollably, now, the tears coating her cheeks, pouring from her eyes.

She had ceased to struggle, it hurt too much to move. Her bottom seemed to be on fire and stung brutally, but strangely enough, a tingling, almost sensual ripple of pleasing .warmth was gently cutting through the pain and to her horror, she found that somehow, she was beginning to enjoy the pain a little. This was worse than anything Professor Mann was doing to her. She moaned, shivering spasmodically as the last of the blows fell and the belt was laid to one side. She felt the soothing caress of his hand as he gently rode his palm in wide circles over her aching bottom.

Lovingly he massaged her stinging flesh, tenderly caressing and squeezing her aching buttocks. "Poor, poor little bad girl," he was whispering softly, his voice calm and comforting. "Bad, bad little girl! Let me make it all better!"

His fingers were like magic as he kneaded and fondled her warm, quivering half moons. She moaned as she felt the tips of his digits riding up and down along her damp, tight anal cleft. She shivered uncontrollably as she felt the tip of one finger tapping against her taut, anal dot.

"What an adorable little behind," he cooed softly. He chuckled in delight, squeezing one pliant buttock between his fingers. "Little Miss Maryland has the sweetest little bottom, now doesn't she?"

Candice did not know what to do. Her ass ached with the lingering memory of the blows he had rained down on her defenseless flesh, but she could not escape the warm, pleasing sensation his attentive fingers were creating in her bum.

She groaned softly as she felt the gentle probe of one finger, lovingly twisting and turning, slithering its way into the hot, moist pit of her bum. She shivered with delight as she felt, the gentle penetration of his digit, wiggling beyond her quivering buttocks into her hot, aching chamber.

"Don't, please, please don't," she gasped tightly, her voice somehow unconnected to her brain which was screaming at her to protest. "I ... ohhh, don't do that, don't!"

Mann ignored her, laughing softly, his voice thick with pleasure as he gently drove his finger deeper into her moist, taut bum. "Ahhh, what a*sweet, warm bottom you have, my dear," he cooed lovingly. "As tight and hot as could be! Here, little one, enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself!"

He twisted and turned his fingers, expertly expanding the tight, hot tunnel of her anal shaft with the probing digits. Slowly .he provided himself with more room, burying his finger to the hilt in her bum, while slipping his other hand underneath her belly.

As he sank the prong deeper into her bum, he began to lazily knead and caress her hot, trembling hillock. She groaned with a mixture of pleasure and shame as she felt his fingers rolling up and down over her aching mound, twirling and dancing across the damp, quivering flesh of her cunt lips. His other finger was now busily riding in and out of her tender behind, pumping in a slow, rhythmic fashion.

She could not believe that she was allowing herself to enjoy any of this. It was more and more like some insane movie she was playing a role in. But the sensations were too real to deny and as she shuddered involuntarily with a wave of pleasure that washed over her, her self-disgust and shame grew stronger.

"God, ohhh, God, don't, please," she groaned weakly as she felt his fingers gently spreading her cunt lips wide apart. "No, no more, please! I ... I can't ... I just ... can't, please!"

Mann's only response was a knowing chuckle as he slipped two fingers past her damp, hot entrance and buried them deep in the pit of her luscious womb. She gasped at the invasion, moaning tightly and shivering uncontrollably as she felt the intensely exciting feeling of his fingers riding along her hot, slippery inner walls.

Now he joined the pumping finger in her bottom, with the rhythmic strokes of the two he had buried in her womb. She could feel the wild, thrilling sensation of his fingers riding together, touching through the thin membrane of flesh that separated them.

Deeper and faster he ran the digits in and out of her twin tunnels. The feverish passion was building inside of her and she could not help herself as she began to rock up and down and from side to side across his thighs as the waves of pulsating desire grew stronger inside of her.

"What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me," she was moaning over and over, unable to understand why she was responding. It just didn't seem logical at all. "Ohh, God, God, what have you done to me!"

She felt his fingers tugging on his zipper and the shocking, hot flesh of his prick against her belly as he * withdrew it from the confinement of his trousers. He slithered it over her flesh, adjusting and preparing their bodies.

"Ann, I believe we can begin the final stages of your first lesson, my dear," he whispered heatedly, grunting a bit as he lifted her up and slithered his prick into her cunt before she could protest. "Yes, very good, uhhh, quite nice!"

She groaned in shame and pleasure as she felt the thick, hot weapon penetrate her aching womb. His cock slithered deep into her pussy and she laughed uncontrollably as the stinging, aching delight tore through her.

He shifted himself around until his prick was buried in her pussy and she was upright, straddling his thighs, leaning heavily and weakly against him. His hands slithered up under her gown and wrapped themselves around her breasts, giving each soft, pliant mound a loving squeeze.

"What is going on is the first effects of the drug I have given you," he explained, his voice a little thick and raspy. "You see, my dear, I have perfected a drug that stimulates the sex drive, no matter what a person thinks. You are responding because you have no choice not to! Soon, you will associate all pleasure and pain with me, you are powerless, Candice, powerless to resist!"

She wanted to scream at him, bite and kick and claw his face, but she could do nothing. Her cunt was burning with desire now as she rested on his prick, the huge, throbbing tool buried in the depths of her loins, his finger still twisting and turning inside her bottom.

She felt his mouth tenderly crushing down on hers, kissing her passionately, his tongue pressing hard against her teeth. She could not control herself, now, she could not keep herself from willingly parting her teeth and eagerly accepting the insisted spear into her moist, warm cavity.

She moaned as she felt his fingers kneading and massaging her tits, pinching her nipples teasingly between them, while he bucked his thighs upward, pushing on her bum with his finger, forcing her to begin to ride the huge, pounding shaft that was impaling her.

She hated herself for it, but she was thrilling to the wild, dazzling sensation of his cock gently riding in and out of her taut, hot womb as she lifted herself up and down on the thick, quaking shaft. It was as if she had never known what it was like to be fucked and just discovering the intense, thrilling pleasure of it for the first time.

She moistened her lips with her tongue, hungrily kissing his eyes and cheeks, her breath beginning to come in short, harsh bursts as she rocked from side to side, no longer needing to, be urged on.

"Ohh, Jesus, you prick, ohhh, you bastard, it's so good," she moaned in despair, rocking her head from side to side, grinding her cunt down hard on his shaft. "Ummm, why is it so damn good? Ohhh, God, God, don't make it good, please, please don't make it so good!"

He laughed loudly in delight and satisfaction, kneading and pinching the pliant, warm flesh of her tits, enjoying completely the way she leaned into him, rocking her bum against his thighs, shivering and sobbing with each new wave of pleasure that rippled through her tortured cave.

"Exactly, my dear, exactly," he chuckled happily, bucking his prick hard into her to make his point, enjoying the sigh of contentment that escaped her lips. "You can't help yourself, my dear, you can't! I have created this desire and lust in you, it won't go away until you are satisfied! And you will be satisfied, I assure you!"

Only a part of her was able to fight the pleasure now, and that part was steadily losing ground to the awesome passion and delight she was experiencing. The sensations were so intense, she could hardly breathe. His cock filled her cunt completely and felt so exactly right inside of her, that she could not believe it ...

It seemed impossible to be having such a thrilling and intense experience with the horrible man, but she could not deny the way her cunt muscles fluttered excitedly around his plunging tool, nor the way she uncontrollably ground her ass against his thighs, gathering as much of his cock into her as she could.

Her tits felt so warm and pleasant under his kneading fingers that she almost broke into tears. Her whole body felt liquid and light, as if she were sexual dough that he was kneading and forming into something pleasing.

She gasped and cried out softly, as tiny, stinging ripples of wanting raced through her flesh, making her ache with need and thrust herself up and down on his prick in an ever increasing attack.

She ground her buttocks hard against his thighs, kissing and lathering his neck as she rode his hard, pounding shaft. She shivered and quaked, feeling the intense, overwhelming orgasm growing hotter and more powerful in her loins.

"Jesus, ohhh, yes, yes, you animal, yes," she groaned, moving back and forth in rhythmic,' passionate need, now. "Ummm, going to come, bastard, you're making me come! Ohhh, it's so good, it feels so damn good!"

She was caught up in the pleasure now and had completely forgotten about anything but the aching greed that was burning in the pit of her womb. Faster and harder she drove herself at his prick, gripping the shaft tightly with her eager pussy muscles.

He held firmly by the waist, laughing softly at her greedy, uncontrollable lust. She rode his cock in a frenzy of wanting and once when it slipped from her pussy, she screamed softly in despair and frantically took hold of the shaft, forcing it back inside of her again.

Mann seemed to be an expert at this. He held her light enough to make her move, but firmly enough so that he could control the act. He could feel her pussy tightening up and knew that she would soon be in the throes of an overpowering aching orgasm, and he was preparing for his final assault when that moment came.

She began to wail in a soft, quivering tone as her climax suddenly burst in her womb and she began to quiver violently under the fiery impact of her release. He rocked his prick in and out of her as the intense pleasure roared through her. He felt her come washing over his prick in a pleasing, wet, warm wave and he gasped a bit as the creamy fluid enveloped him.

Harder and faster he rammed his shaft into her now. She could feel, through the wild, thrilling layers of pleasure she was experiencing, that he was nearing his moment, too. She shocked herself by grinding down hard on his cock, eager to bring him off.

He bucked hard into her pussy, shivering involuntarily and gasping with delight as he felt the explosion in his balls and the hot come ripping from his sack and spurting powerfully into her pussy.

"I'm coming, Candice, I'm coming in you, now," he moaned softly. He rocked hard against her cunt, the boiling fluid searing her delicate inner walls with its steaming, creamy delight. "Ann, yes, coming so good in you now, and you love it, don't you?"

As the rolling, boiling pleasure continued to sear her aching, inner walls, and the lovely warmth poured from the depths of her loins, his words seared her brain with their truth.

"Yes, you monster, yes," was all she could moan, sobbing wildly, realizing that her body and mind were slowly slipping out of her control. "Yes, you bastard, yes, yes, yes! I love it, you bastard. God, how I love it!"



Chapter 4

They put her to work clearing out the huge, cluttered basement of the mansion. She could not believe they were doing this to her. She could not believe that it had all happened to her, either.

The work was hard, to say the least. The room was piled to the ceiling with junk, furniture, almost, anything she could think of. From the first, she learned not to take a break, or even pause for a moment's rest until ordered to.

Julia was her watchdog. She sat in a big, over-stuffed chair in the center of the basement, never taking her eye off of her, a small, but wicked-looking belt dangling from her fingers. The woman could be kind or cruel, Candice had learned, at the blink of an eye, and the young woman never knew which would happen or when.

Her job was to clear everything from the basement, carry it up the stairs and into the backyard for either the garbage man or burning, whichever Professor Mann decided. It did not matter how she got the crap up the stairs, as long as she did.

Some of the items weighed more than she did and she had break them up down in the basement with an ax. She found her hands quickly blistering and when she asked for a pair of gloves, Julia leaped from the chair and gave her such a beating with the belt that she cowered in fear for the rest of the afternoon, leaping with fright every time she heard the woman shifting her position in her chair.

She thought about escape constantly, but they never seemed; to give her a moment alone to do anything more than think. She knew that she was losing her hold on her mind and she had to fight desperately not to completely go over .the edge.

As soon as they had completed their orgasms that night, Professor Mann had rudely pushed her off his lap and ordered her to rise. He had lead her down the large hall to basement and locked her in a tiny, foul smelling cell that was cold and damp as well.

She had no idea how long she had been there. Time passed with abrupt and dizzy irregularity. Sometimes it felt as if she were left in the room for days, at others for only a scant few minutes.

There was no window in her room, so she had no idea of the time of day, for the harsh, glaring bulb that lit the hallway beyond her cell was glowing all the time.

They fed her at strange, varying times, also. It felt as if she would starve to death at some moments, then they would be suddenly feeding her two or three times in a row, forcing her to eat everything they brought her.

Once they fed her three whole meals in what she was sure was less than two hours and when she couldn't finish the last, the butler held her down, while Professor Mann forced the food into her mouth.

They were driving her insane, there was no doubt about it. They were trying to snap her mind and she trembled with fear in the darkness of her cell, when she realized that they were succeeding.

She fought desperately with herself not to weaken, not to lose the precious grip she had on her will power and sense of herself. She struggled hard against the building, insistent desire to give in, to embrace their thoughts and descriptions of her role in this world.

They had told her she was useless in every way except one. She could only have some worth as a slave. When she learned and believed that, they promised her she would find her world a better place. All she had to do was accept the truth as they told it do her, that was all she had to do.

She found them more and more compelling. Professor Mann took on the persona of a stern, yet kindly father-figure, to her, and she despised herself from feeling even a hint of that emotion.

Julia was the trusted friend, the confidant. The woman she could speak to without having to wait for permission. She knew this was wrong and tried hard to ask permission to speak before doing so. Sometimes the woman would strike her when she didn't, but most of the time, she would not. And Candice could not help herself from feeling warm and loving toward the older woman for that.

Yet, all these emotions and confused sensations did not completely envelope her. She still knew she was the prisoner of a sick, demented group of people. A prisoner who had to escape.

The tricky question was how to get the hell out of there without getting caught. "Where exactly is this place, Julia?" she had asked one afternoon. The woman had just glared at her.

"No, I need to know this, I'm going crazy and I need to know where I am," Candice had insisted.

For that, Julia made her strip and walk into the dank, cold shower room where the woman forced her to stand under alternating harsh water until with the helpless young woman fainted with the shifting types of pain she was experiencing.

"You need to know nothing," Julia had hissed cruelly at her, kicking her in the belly to get her on her feet. "You ask too many questions, dear, much too many!"

Then of course, Julia took her into the luxurious bathing room and placed her in a deep, hot tub, washing the grime and sweat from her body, soothing her with such soft, tender hands that Candice almost completely forgot that the woman was the one who had hurt her in the first place.

She knew what they were up to, of course, she was well aware of what they were doing to her. This constant change in sleeping, eating and punishment was designed to weaken her will. To confuse her until she didn't know where she was. They were trying to drive her mad, trying to drive her mad!

She was completely helpless and in their control. As she swung the ax down and smashed through one of the drawers to a chest she had to bust up before carting it up the stairs, she wondered vaguely just how long she had been there.

It seemed like weeks, though she was positive it couldn't be more than a few days, ten at the most. She wondered what the rest of the world was thinking. How had they covered her absence? Who did they know? Who was helping them?

It shook her to the core to think that someone she might know was responsible for her being here, but there was no other explanation. These people didn't just pick her up off the street and cart her away because they wanted to experiment with her. She wasn't worth the risk.

No, someone was covering for them, someone was helping them. But who, damn it, her mind raged. Who the hell would be sick enough to place her in the hands of such maniacs? She shuddered, wondering which of the people she knew was that insane.

There was no way she could figure out who had done it. There was simply no one she knew that could hate her that much. It wasn't as if she were some bitch walking around, lording it over everyone. She had never played that role, so why would anyone-want to do this to her? Why?

She sighed, setting down the ax and getting on her knees to pull the rest of the drawer apart. She glanced at her hands, sobbing to find them so cut up and bruised. Just a short time before, they were soft and smooth, one of the parts of her body she was really fond of.

She had always loved touching and the sensation of something against her fingers and palm. There was nothing more exciting to her when making love, than touching her lover's flesh with her fingers, feeling the passion and pleasure racing through her sensitive skin.

Now, when she looked at her hands, all she saw were the healed cuts and the thick, ugly welts and calluses she had obtained over the last few days. They looked horrible, red and worn and her nails were a mess. She shuddered to think what the rest of her looked like. She had a feeling she ought to avoid mirrors at any cost.

When she looked down at her knees, she saw they too were torn and scarred from the dozens of scrapes she had inflicted on herself. She had never known before how clumsy she could be. She always seemed to be bumping or banging into something, now, usually with painful results.

"How am I going to survive this," she often moaned to herself, taking a quick glance around the room, the fear that she had been overheard pounding in her brain and churning in her belly.

"Dear God, how am I ever going to get through this nightmare!"

The basement was sometimes freezing cold and at others, stiflingly hot. She would sweat and shiver almost in a rhythmic pattern and it took her awhile to realize that that this was just another of their schemes to break her down.

But knowing did not help her. The constant change of work and food and sleeping, had gotten her dizzy and weak. She felt as if she were in some kind of limbo, despite her efforts to remain sure and confident of where she was at all times.

"Lay down on your belly, you worthless bitch!" came the harsh, loud command of Julia's quivering, high-pitched voice. It was followed by the sharp, stinging blow of a wooden cane across her shoulders. "Lay down, if you want to!"

Again Julia struck her arid through the piercing cries that escaped her lips and the dull, throbbing ache she was feeling, she bent over and collapsed on her face against the cold, damp, filthy floor.

She could smell the dank aroma and funky, thick odor that came up from the freezing concrete and she gagged, trembling with fear and worry, wondering what Julia was going to do to her and for how long.

"I'm tired of watching you fuck off," the older woman hissed, standing over her, tapping the tip of the cane ^against the floor. "You don't like standing on your damn, precious feet, maybe I can put some life in them!"

She whipped out the cane and smashed it against the soles of Candice's feet. The blow struck with a loud, harsh crack. She screamed once in total pain, the hurt racing from the bottoms of her delicate feet to the top of her skull in one harsh, fiery surge of agony.

She tried to draw her feet up in an instinctive reaction to the blow, but Julia quickly placed her foot on her bottom and pinned her to the floor, warning her not to move in a cold, angry voice.

"You want to fuck off, you want to be disobedient and embarrass me in front of the Professor, this is what you get," she hissed, landing another blow with the cane, sending the searing pain racing through Candice's flesh once more.

Candice felt there could be nothing worse than something like this. She had no idea that she could feel such pain in her feet. She kicked and screamed, unable to keep herself still as the woman beat at her hells and soles with the hard, wooden weapon.

"You deserve this, bitch, you deserve every bit of punishment you get," growled the older woman, smashing the cane into her feet again and again. "I want to hear you agreeing with me, whore! I want to hear you saying that you deserve it!"

Through the blazing fire of pain that danced in front of her eyes and the loud, booming sound that masked her cries of agony in her ears, Candice was barely able to hear what Julia was saying to her.

The thought registered in her brain and filled her with the ultimate horror. To agree with them had to be worse than any pain she might endure. She shook her head, weakly, mumbling softly.

"No, I can't, I just can't," she groaned, shivering with the agony and hopelessness she was feeling. "I can't do that, I can't!"

Julia paused in her beating and stared down at the young woman. Candice Was lying with her head to one side, gazing back up into Julia's fierce, anger-ridden eyes with a pleading, yet defiant look in her eyes.

"So, you refuse me, eh?" she said, chuckling darkly. "The little queen has decided to refuse her Mistress, humm? Well, we can take care of that, I assure you! Remain on you face, bitch! Put you lips to that floor and stay there until I return!"

She nudged Candice's face with her foot, forcing the girl to press her nose, lips and forehead to the cold, dirty concrete, then she turned and stalked away quickly, slamming the door to the basement behind her.

Candice remained on the floor for a few moments. She held herself as still as possible, shivering a bit with the cold and the wonder of what was going to happen to her when Julia came back.

Then her mind began to roar in rage, making her whole body shudder with intense anger at herself.

"What the hell are you doing lying here, Candice Maryland?" she growled pulling herself to her knees and glancing quickly around the room which was now empty save for herself.

She stood up, wincing with pain as she put her full weight down upon her aching, battered feet. "Get the hell out of this place, you dumb shit," she muttered, making her way toward the steps that led to the outside. "This may be your only chance!"

She hated even the thought that she had remained on the floor for a moment. It gave her the shudders to think that .they had gotten to her that much already. That she would even lay there for one second just because she was ordered to, filled her with a horror and self-loathing that she could not bear.

Hurriedly she moved over to the steps leading to the outside. Her feet stung each time she set them down on the floor, but she tried to ignore the pain. She felt a rat scurry across her toes, squeaking in protest as she and it collided and she had to gasp and hold her breath, not to scream as it rushed away from her.

When she reached the steps, she quickly climbed up them, pushing against the double leaves of the basement hatches, but they were locked from the outside and she could not budge them.

"Damn," she muttered softly, fighting the urge to start banging on the wood, screaming for help- she knew would not come. "Have to bust it open, somehow!"

If she remembered right, she reasoned, there" was only a small, light lock holding the doors closed and with a lever, she might be able to snap the small bolt loose. She haunted passionately around the room, then slapped her forehead, remembering the ax.

"I'd like to sink it into that bastard's skull," she spat out softly as she lifted the ax from the floor. "If I had one wish, I swear it would •be that!"

Moaning with the effort of even moving she dragged herself and the tool back over and up the stairs until she was wedged against the doors, fitting the blade of the ax in the narrow space between them.

When she had it secured, she took a deep breath, put her hands around the handle, halfway up the length of it, and began to push with all her power and strength. She moaned, feeling her strength draining out of her as if sand slipping through her open fingers.

The doors squealed in protest and the lock gave out a sharp, tearing groan, but nothing seemed to give. She pushed harder and harder, then let out a gasp and sat down heavily on the steps, the ax still tightly wedged between the doors.

"This is no time to quit, baby," she muttered to herself. She stared up at the ax and sighed in despair. "I haven't got it. I just haven't got the strength!"

She sat there, weeping, her soft, quiet sobs slicing through the agonizing silence that filled the musty air. She allowed herself a little bit, more of a cry, then she angrily punched her knees with her adorable fists.

"Jesus, Maryland," she hissed violently. "With all the God damn problems you have had to overcome in the past, are you going to let a stinking little lock beat you, now?"

She got up once .again and gripped the handle of the ax tightly in her hands. She took a deep breath, then threw her weight hard and fast against the doors, groaning deeply with the effort.

She heard the squeal of protest and then the shrieking denial of the lock, but she kept forcing it, gritting her teeth. Her arms and legs screamed with the pain of her effort and still she bent into the ax handle, cursing the lock, herself and anything else that came to mind.

Suddenly the small metal bolt gave way with a howling snap and the doors burst free, throwing the broken lock into the air. She let out a yelp of joy and pushed both of the doors open, letting a blast of harsh, glaring sunlight hit her in the eyes as she opened the gates of her prison.

She winced, covering her eyes with her hand, gently dropping the doors down as quietly as she could. She paused at the lip of the entrance, listening carefully for any sounds of alarm that she might hear.

Time passed with an agonizing slowness and she was trembling violently, the fear racing through her belly as she stood, poised, her ears straining to hear even the slightest sound from "within the house or about the grounds.

There was nothing, not even the hum of machinery coming from the expanse of the lawn, nor the sound of movement in the house. The thrilling hope that no one had heard her almost consumed her with exhausted relief.

She leaned heavily against the side of the house, her breathing labored and forced. She felt a spell of dizziness coming over her in a black, liquid wave that began to shut the light from her eyes and she shook herself violently.

"Now is not the time to faint, Candice," she whispered to herself, passionately, biting her lower lip hard. "Come on, lady, you have to get the fuck out of here!"

She blinked her eyes and took several deep breaths until her eyes cleared and her head felt less light and airy. She gulped, fighting down the sickening bile that was welling up in her throat.

"I'm a mess," she muttered darkly, glancing from left to right, taking her first, cautious step toward freedom. "I haven't eaten decent in weeks, probably and I can hardly walk! But I'll make it, God damn it, I will!"

The day was bright and quite pleasant, and she realized, dimly, that she might have been basking in the hot, delicious sun right at this moment, had she been somewhere else. Thinking that way brought back a stab of sadness for the life she was no longer leading. It was as if a part of her past had been cut away from her and she could never touch it again.

She began to realize that escape or .not, .she had changed and would continue to change and she did not know if she liked that. She had been comfortable being Candy Maryland as she was, she didn't know if she would like whoever she was going to become!

She sighed again, grit her teeth and slowly began to walk across the wide, lush carpet of grass that was the huge front lawn, down toward the highway she could see, far in the distance. Thankfully, the moist, still damp grass was comforting on her feet and she didn't wince very often at all.

It almost felt good, striding swiftly across the green carpet, feel the dampness coating her feet in a luxurious fashion. In a small way, she felt like a small child playing hooky from school, though she didn't like that emotion. She did not care for anything that took her away from the reality of what was happening to her.

She knew how foolish she looked, how absolutely a mess she must appear. Her long, luscious hair was tangled and matted, covered with filth and the oceans of sweat that seemed to have poured off of her in the cellar. But all she had to do was flag down one car, and she'd be free. Free, God damn it, free!

The only thing she felt bad about was her hair. She hated it to be anything but perfect, she was so very proud of it. It had only been trimmed a half dozen times since she was a child and it felt good brushing against her ass as she walked along.

At one point, she had to stop and laugh uncontrollably at the stupidity of even thinking about her hair, given the position she was in. It just showed how far gone she was. She stood in the grass, laughing so hard she was almost crying. She held herself tight, her long, supple arms wrapped around her slender body, rocking on her tender heels, the tears running down her cheeks.

She bent over and took a deep breath, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Well, that was fun," she sighed, chuckling still. "Now, let's see about getting out of this dump, shall we, Candice?"

She nodded to herself and continued on toward the gate far down the hill. She began to increase her pace, wanting to get as far from the house as possible. She knew that in a matter of a few minutes, the place would be alive with alarm and she desperately needed to reach the highway before then.

She had just reached the front gate, which was locked tightly, when the alarms started clanging up the hill behind her. She tugged wildly on the gate, but it would not budge. She glanced around, frantically, trying to figure out what to do next.

She noticed a small, narrow set of rungs embedded in the brick wall from which the huge, iron gate hung, and she sprang for them.

Frantically she climbed hand over hand to the top of the wall. It was almost fifteen feet above the ground, but once she was up on top, looking down, the distance didn't matter to her at all.

Carefully she slipped over the other side of the wall and slowly slid her body down until she was hanging by just her hands. She felt the fear looming up in her belly once again and before she could lose her nerve, she let her hands go and dropped down the wall to the hard packed earth below.

She landed hard on one foot, twisting her ankle painfully as she fell and rolled over on her side. She groaned as the dull, throbbing ache began to pound in her leg, and she hauled • herself to her feet using the wall for support.

The highway was empty, not a car in sight and already she could hear the sound of human footsteps crunching hurriedly along the graveled drive in her direction. She gasped with the sudden, sharp pain she felt in her ankle when she tried to move.

"God, I hope it isn't sprained too badly," she muttered softly, her hands almost refusing to .leave the wall. "Come on, come on, Maryland, let's go!"

She heard voices shouting from behind the wall. They were growing closer and she had no more time to waste. Taking a gulp of air, she stepped out again, groaning with the dull pain and hobbled toward the highway.

She could hear a car coming from the far direction and she stepped onto the road, waving her arms wildly as the auto approached. She heard the clang of the metal bolt that held the gate shut being pulled back and she turned, with horror, to see Professor Mann and Julia squirming past the swing gate.

She screamed and began to wave her arms wildly again as the car drew up to her. The driver was a woman in her middle forties and she screeched the small, compact car to a halt just a few feet from Candice.

Sobbing with pain, the young woman hobbled over to the passenger side of the car just as the woman rolled the window down, her eyes dancing with panic and fear.

"What's the matter, dear?" the woman said, quickly running her eyes over the disheveled young woman beside her car. "Are you in some kind of fix, honey?"

Frantically, Candice tugged on the locked door. "Help me, help me, please," she gasped. She turned her head, seeing the faces of the man and woman descending on her. "They're going to hurt me," she gasped. "Going to change me! Ohhh, dear God, lady, please, please help me!"

Suddenly her arms were pinned behind her back as Professor Mann and Julia reached the spot where she was standing. Quickly, expertly, Professor Mann slipped his arms between Candice's and held her fast.

"Now, now Miss Walker, this is no way to act," he cooed softly, as if there was nothing really wrong at all. "Why don't you come back to the house and have a nice, soothing cup of tea?"

Candice was kicking and struggling wildly, her foot slamming into the side of the door as she screamed. "I'm Candice Maryland, damn it!" she howled. "These people are trying to hurt me, hurt me forever! Lady, lady, don't you know me? Oh, God, please, please help me!"

"What's the matter with her?" the woman in the car asked, trembling now with confusion and concern, a little comforted by the white, doctorish coat that the two people holding the girl were wearing. She saw the woman drawing fluid, from a bottle into a hypodermic needle and she shuddered with the thought of it penetrating-flesh.

"She's just a little upset," Julia cooed in a matronly voice. "Aren't you my dear? Come, come, now, we'll take care of you, you know that, don't you, Vickie?"

"I'm not Vickie, God damn it," hissed Candice, aiming her foot at the woman but missing as she danced out of the way. "You can't leave me like this, you can't," she sobbed at the woman in the car. "None of this is real, I swear, it's not real!"

But the woman had already glanced past the three people to the large, official sign that hung by the gate. It read: "Huning Center For Psychic Disorders." That was more than enough for her.

She mumbled a frightened goodbye, just as Julia slipped the needle into Candice's arm. She roared off, leaving a slight cloud of dust in her wake and Candice slipped into the dreamy, lazy state of unconsciousness, just as her heart was sinking and the realization that she was trapped began to sink into her mind once more.

She had failed.

When the wispy, warm clouds slipped from her eyes and she blinked them open again, the sharp, clear images of what had happened to her returned with frightening power and force.

At once she knew that she was still trapped in the awful house with all those horrible people and the whole, sick, humiliating game was about to continue. She sobbed without tears as the total horror of her position filled her mind.

She tried to locate where she was. It was not the punishment room, it was a rather small, bare little cubicle, perhaps eight by eight and she was tightly strapped in a chair, naked, a wide strap across her shoulders, under her arms into another, just at her waist.

Both of her wrists were bound by leather straps to the arms of the chair and she vaguely remembered seeing this kind of a chair somewhere. Her mind was foggy and she could not connect very many things.

She had no idea what they had in mind for her, but as she uselessly tugged and strained against the straps, she knew that it wasn't going to be pleasant. She was sweating with fear and moaning with her efforts when she heard the door in front of her opening.

She glanced up sharply and saw Professor Mann and Julia entering. Julia was grim, but the Professor was smiling broadly, as if the best thing that could possibly happen to him, was about to do just that.

"Well, well, our little runaway," he chuckled softly, a cutting edge to his voice as he neared her. "Did you have a nice little adventure out there, hummm?"

"Next time I won't bother trying to hitch a ride," she hissed back at him, squirming in her chair. "Next time I'll steal one of your fucking cars and drive right through that God damn gate!"

"I don't think there will be another next time, Miss Maryland," Professor Mann said in a cold, deep voice. "From now on, you'll never be by yourself, never!"

He walked up and took her chin in his hand, digging his fingers into her cheeks, holding her firmly, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Such a willful little whore, humm, Julia?" he commented, without looking around. "We have spent the better part of the afternoon trying to think of a suitable punishment for you, it hasn't been easy, I like to be creative and you are quite a challenge, you know?"

"I don't give a damn what you do to me," Candice barked softly. Her mouth was too dry to work up some spit, but she tried her best nonetheless. "You fucker, you lousy bastard! Go ahead, beat me, I don't care! Come on, you prick, hit me, hit me, hard!"

Professor Mann laughed in delight and stepped back from her, letting go of her chin, the harsh, red impression of his fingers lingering in her creamy, warm flesh. He was shaking his head, sighing heavily.

"I really wish I didn't have to do this, Candice," he said, heavily. "I hate destroying anything but that which is needed. But this, this will cause us both to feel a great deal of pain. I assure you."

As she watched him, her eyes intent with fear and worry, the man drew a small, tall table up beside the chair. On it were various razors and scissors and a pair of electric clippers.

"No, no you cant's," she moaned softly as he picked up the scissors in his hand and opened and closed them a few times to test them. "You wouldn't! Ohh, God, no don't do it, please, please don't do it to me!"

"You have been more trouble than I usually put up with, Candice," he said through clenched teeth as he fixed a strap around her neck, binding her head in place. "I don't like that one bit. But I have a feeling this little bit of discipline just might bring you around a bit!"

Candice screamed as she watched him take hold of a thick clump of her, luxurious hair and slide his fingers up to the base of her skull, holding the length of her mane very tightly in his grip.

She gasped as if he had struck her, as he picked u the scissors once again, fitted them over the readied strands of hair and sharply clipped the length off of her head. She screamed again as the horrible sound of the closing scissors and the harsh, thick sound of her hair being sheared free filled the air.

"Umm, such lovely, long hair, Candice, what a shame." He chuckled cruelly, bringing the severed length of her luscious, tawny mane around to show her. The tears began to pour from her eyes as she viewed the destruction he was offering her.

"But we shall have to do this, we must," continued Professor Mann. He caught hold of another length of hair and as she screamed he snipped it too, free from her head. "Punishment must fit the crime, and this must be done! Perhaps when this is over, you will listen to reason!"


He worked swiftly after that. Candice screamed and wailed, twisting her head in the grip of the strap, but it did no good at all. In a matter of minutes, all but a scant inch of her hair was piled on the floor around the chair and the Professor was preparing to use the electric clippers.

"How could you, how could you be so cruel," she was moaning, hardly audible any longer, her voice sounding as if it came from a long way off. "Ohh, my poor, beautiful hair! How could you, how could you!"

"These things are necessary, miss Maryland," Professor Mann replied, running the clippers through the thin patch of hair that still covered her hair, cutting a path down to the stubble that grew from her skull. "I need to reduce you to nothing, and it's much harder than I expected. By cutting away all of your hair, you feel much less like a person, I assure you!"

Julia was smiling and when the Professor nodded, she lifted up a mirror in front of Candice's face, just in time for the tormented young woman to see the man run the clippers across her head once more, leaving another patch of almost bald skull.

The young woman's eyes went wide and she screamed in horror. She fought wildly against the straps, loud, agonizing wails of terror escaping her lips as she watched the clippers shear off the last of her hair.

She shut her eyes, mumbling wildly as she felt a glop of warm, soapy lather being applied to her fuzzy skull. "This is the final touch for your lovely head, my dear," Professor Mann said in a soft melodic voice. She shivered as she heard him sharpening the razor in his hand on a strap that hung from the arm of the chair. "This will leave you completely bare up there, and then we can start on the rest of you!"

She felt the dull, rather pleasing scrape of the blade across her head and she sucking in her breath, sobbing heavily. She felt herself drifting unable to believe it was all really happening.

It seemed to insane, too impossible, but they ere doing it, they were truly shaving her head. She glanced down at the floor, dully, and saw the thick, tangle pile of auburn hair that swirled about Professor Mann's feet and the base of the chair.

Her hair. Hair that had taken almost thirty years to grow. Now, nothing but a lump on the cold, concrete floor. The Professor yanked her head around straight, again, and muttered at her to stay still.

She did not move. She felt the razor riding through the leather, slicing lightly over her skin as it cut the remaining stubble that was up there. She vaguely heard the Professor talking, but barely understood what he was saying, so overwhelmed by grief was she.

"I learned this from prison, the service and from War World Two," he was telling her, chuckling every now and then. "No surer way to destroy one's identity, than to shave off all their hair! But I go them one better. I shave off every bit of body hair! Yes, even the eyebrows and pubic hair gets removed. You will look different, my dear, quite different!"

He lay the razor back down on the table and quickly ran the clippers through her eyebrows and then the thick, tangled patch of hair that covered her womb. She bucked away from the evil tool, but Julia had her ankles bound and spread and there was little she could do other than wiggle helplessly as he ran the clippers through her hair.

When he had finished, he set the clippers aside and rubbed lather into her eyebrows and over her trembling hillock. She moaned a little as she felt the razor delicately riding over her forehead, swiftly slicing the thin stubble from her flesh.

"Now, very, very still, my dear," he cautioned as he bent over, his hand poised holding the razor. "We don't wish to have any accidents, now do we?"

She glanced down absently and gasped as she saw the gleaming blade of the razor sliding between her thighs. She shivered slightly and cried out as her thighs trembled and the edge of the razor nicked her skin.

Professor Mann glared at her. "Stop it, you silly birch," he growled. "I don't wish to carve you up if I don't have to! Now try to stay still, damn it, stay still!"

She turned her head away and shut her eyes tightly. She could feel the cold steel of the blade riding over her cunt, scraping the lather and hair from her womb. She stifled a sob of anguish and took slow, steady breaths as he cut the hair away from her.

He groaned and patted the base of the spine as he stood up, then he lay the razor down on the tray and took a towel from a small rack hanging on the side. He wiped the last of the lather from her skull, forehead and thighs, then stood back to admire his work, a slow smile broadening on his lips.

He nodded happily. "Yes, quite good, quite," he said, slowly, rubbing his chin. "you look amazingly different, Miss Maryland, hardly human in fact! Would you care to see?"

Only a part of her heard what he was saying. She sat, shaking her head, dully, her mind drifted somewhere away from the house, filled with more pleasant thought. She was on a breach, in her mind, lazily baking in the sun, her long, lovely hair that she was so proud of, spread wide across the blanket she was lying on.

The harsh, cold crack of a hand across her cheek brought her back to reality. In front of her stood the Professor, holding a mirror perhaps a foot and a half wide and three-feet long.

"Look, look at yourself, little cunt, look well," hissed the Professor, jiggling the mirror in his hand. "See what you truly are, whore! Look, look at yourself, now, you bitch!"

She stared at the mirror on shock. At first, what she was seeing did not truly make and impact on her mind. It was too hideous. This horrible, bald woman with no eyebrows and a gleamingly naked womb was in front of her, bound to a chair by thick, worn leather straps. She could hardly imagine that such a creature existed.

The, slowly, she recognized the face, the body, even the shape and contour of her flesh. She realized that it was her and she began to scream. Loud and long her continual, sharp, searing wail tore from her lips.

"No, no, no," she moaned over and over, shaking her head, bouncing wildly in the chair, her body overcome by the horror and shock that was exploding in her mind. "Nooooo," she howled with all her power and breath.

The image in front of her was twisted and contorted, as if deep in the throes of some terrifying agony. She sobbed uncontrollably, screaming as them to take her away, to take that horrible woman away.

The world spun in a crazy, dazzling whirl of lights and colors. Something near to a red-hot iron was being driven slowly into her brain. She could not breathe nor taste nor anything. She felt as if she were falling into the center of the earth and the steaming fires of hell were opening up to welcome her.

She no longer knew where she was. Everything was strange, dark and cold. Demons leaped out of the fog at her. They all had shaven bodies, naked and shimmering with clammy, moist flesh. And they all looked like her.

They all looked like her.



Chapter 5

And now, a part of her did not exist any longer. It was not merely her hair that had been taken from her, a part of her basic core had been removed, as if a whole section of her soul had been cleanly and neatly sliced from her being. She was no longer Candice Maryland, and she had no idea who she was in her place.

Of course she realized that that was all in her mind, but that realization did her little good. Nothing mattered to her, it seemed, now. Not even the fact that she could tell she was losing her will to resist them much quicker, now.

Day by day it seeped out of her as they badgered, beat and worked her mercilessly. She was never left alone for a moment, not even when she slept or went to the bathroom. Cruelly, whoever was with her at the moment, be it Professor Mann, Julia or the butler, they went right into the bathroom with her.

She was even used to that, by now. Having to sit, naked and exposed, relieving herself under the cold grinning and watchful eyes of another woman, or a man. She had never felt more naked, helpless and less a human than in those moments. But even that took on less meaning as the days passed.

To her horror, she was getting used to everything. That was the worst of it, in a way, the most degrading. That she should slowly become if not comfortable with what they were doing to her, than at least resigned to it.

She fought the feelings of giving in to them as hard as she could, but it just wasn't working anymore. At odd moments, she even found herself wanting to please them. To hear a few words of approval instead of the constant, droning, repeat of all the mistakes she made that day.

When she reached a moment like that, and realized she was breathlessly hoping that they would like and compliment her on a particular job she had done, she felt her flesh crawl and her belly churn with unspeakable violence.

I'm becoming one of them, she would think. I'm becoming what they want me to become!

She would fall to her knees no matter where she was, completely drained of all strength and will, and if anyone happened upon her, they would have to kick and scream at her to rise, for she could not find the power to do so on her own.

She had gone completely out of her mind that afternoon in the chair. Something had snapped when she saw her reflection in the mirror and the horror had become too much to stand any longer.

They had had to sedate her and keep her under close attention for over three days before she came out of it. And it was another four days before she could respond to even the slightest questioning.

Professor Mann had been only slightly concerned when she lapsed into her unconscious state. It had happened many times before with other women, and he had always brought them out of it.

Actually, he took it as a good sign. Anything that would thrust her into such a state of shock and despair was quite beneficial to him. It signaled the kind of opening he had been searching for. The breakdown he needed to destroy her will and resistance. She was almost ready for training.

His program for her was now put into full effect. They were devilishly clever. If she had been merely an observer, she might have even admired them in a way, for they, were quite determined and as demanding of themselves as they were of her.

They were intent on wiping out every trace of her past, every single bit of her persona had to be erased and replaced with one of their making. If she had even remotely considered that they might go easy on her after her breakdown, she was proven wrong the moment she came out of her mindless state.

She had awoken in the large, luxurious bedroom that housed the beautiful bathroom Julia had bathed her in after her first beating. The bed was so soft and comfortable, for a moment she thought she was home. Then her foggy brain cleared and she knew exactly where she was.

She moaned, bringing a sleeping Julia, beside the bed hi a huge chair, to life. "Back with us, dear?" the woman asked, sweetly. She stood up and place a hand against Candice's forehead. "You seem alright, but I must inform the Professor."

She opened the door, motioned a maid into the room to stay with the young woman, then hurried off to find the Professor. Candice felt weak as she lay there, staring at the impassive face of the maid, who was watching her with a bored air about her.

Candice smiled but it was not returned. She glanced around the room, her heart heavy with grief. She felt herself aching to leap from the bed, push the woman aside and dash for the door, no matter how impossible it might seem.

But that was out of the question. She knew she couldn't escape and there wasn't any sense in trying anymore. She reached up and ran her hand over her hair, feeling the warm, bare flesh 'of her shaven skull, and she gasped with sudden memory and horror, breaking into uncontrollable sobs as she felt her gleaming dome.

The nightmare was real, again.

She was laying on her side, crying, when Professor Mann entered the room. He smiled down at her, realizing at once that she had remembered everything that had happened to her. That pleased him greatly.

"Well, well, dear Miss Maryland, how are you feeling?" he asked, a kindly tone to his voice. "Are you ready to continue with your training, my dear? We have been very, very impatient to get on with it, you know?"

Candice sobbed even louder, her body shuddering with the force of her grief. The Professor came over to the bed and sat down beside her, running his hands lightly over her shoulders, squeezing her arms in a comforting fashion.

"There, there, my dear," he cooed tenderly. "It will be alright, I assure you it will. There are just some things that we must go through to reach a healthy state of being. I'm sure you understand this, don't you?"

"What have you done to me?" she moaned, turning over to face him. "What in the name of God have you done to me? I don't know who I am, anymore! I don't know who I am, damn it!"

Professor Mann glanced over at Julia, giving her a knowing look, then wrapped his arms around the distraught young woman, pulling her to his chest. She fell heavily against him, the tears pouring from her eyes as she wept against his shoulder.

He patted her back, whispering softly. "You have passed the first stage, my, dear, that's all," he said in a quiet, calm tone of voice. "You are finally free of your horrible past and the frame of mind it put you into. You are clean, now, ready to be shaped and formed into the kind of person you were meant to be!"

Lovingly he rocked her back and forth in r .s arms, kissing her forehead, stroking her back in a lazy, comforting fashion. "You will see, Candice, you will see how much better you are for this," he told her fiercely. "I promise you, Candice, by the time you leave here, you will feel more completely and wonderful than you ever have, before! I promise you that!"

"Ohhh, God, I'm so lost, so lost," she moaned, hating herself for doing this, hating the fact that she was even speaking to him. "You've broken me into little pieces. I'm all apart! All apart!"

"What you need is love, my dear, simply love," Professor Mann said, hugging her tightly to him. "I am going to reward your freedom from the past with some marvelous pleasure. It will also be a lesson for you, so you can combine the two!"

Something in his words made her body begin to tremble violently and an unmistakable warmth begin to churn in the base of her loins. She felt the fever and the fire growing in her womb and it shocked and frightened her.

"What ... what are you talking about?" she stammered, pushing herself away from him, staring at him urgently. "I ... I don't understand? What are you going to do to me?"

Professor Mann laughed and shook his head. "Why, nothing bad, my dear, I can promise you that," he chuckled softly. "I'm going to see to it that you feel good, that's all! You must trust me, Candice, you must. I know what is best for you, I truly do!"

"Just don't hurt me anymore," she moaned dropping her head into her hands, bending over until the backs of them lay against her thighs. "Just no more hurt, that's all I ask, no more hurt!"

Professor Mann shook his head again, dropping his voice to a sensuous whisper once more. "This isn't going to hurt, Candice, and even if it does, you will love it," he said quickly. "You will love it!"

He turned and swiftly went to the door. Candice heard him calling for Dawes, the huge, black butler and in a moment, she saw him enter the room, tall, coal-colored, her eyes flashing brilliantly.

He was a powerfully attractive man, build in a classical manner, with huge, muscled arms and a trim waist that flared out into powerful legs. He stood by the door, staring at her over Professor Mann's shoulder.

"I need a little help, Dawes," Professor Mann told him, glancing back once at the frightened young woman. "Miss Maryland is quite depressed and needs some cheering up. I believe you can help her with that."

"I will do my best, Professor," the black man said, smiling openly, his even, white teeth gleaming as he spoke. "I sure will try my very best to help!"

Professor Mann chuckled in delight and clasped the man on the shoulder. "Excellent, Dawes, excellent!" he barked in satisfaction. "She is a little nervous, I don't think she even realizes how much she needs what you are going to give to her, so be gentle with her, alright?"

"Nothing to worry about, Sir," the man replied, nodding in an knowing, confident manner. "We've been through this before, you know you can count on me!"

Professor Mann nodded briefly, then gestured to Julia to leave the black man and the young woman alone in the room. "Report to me when the session is concluded," he told, Dawes, then he and Julia quickly left the room.

The huge, almost menacing Negro approached Candice's bed cautiously. She was sitting up, holding the sheet tightly against her body, trembling with a mixture of growing fear and almost unbearable desire.

She could not understand what was happening to her body. She had no idea, of course, that the Professor had been feeding her his special drug with every meal and had even put it in the solution they used to keep her nourished while she was in her coma.

The drug was working correctly, now, filling her loins with a strange, urgent passion that had little to do with her feelings or emotions. She found she could not keep her eyes from the man's crotch as he neared the bed. She thought she could see a bulge growing at the front of his trousers and it excited her more than she could understand.

Her heart was pounding wildly as Dawes sat down, smiling with his lips, a cool, knowing look in his eyes. "You're a pretty little miss," he whispered softly, reaching out and running his dark fingers along her cheek. "As smooth and warm as silk, ahhh, you and I are going to get along just fine, honey, just fine!"

Candice groaned as he caressed her warm, damp cheek. His fingers were like electric wires, sending pulsating, shocking waves of wanton desire rippling through her loins. She had never felt such and intense need for sex before in her life and she felt her mouth going dry and her breath becoming more labored with each passing moment.

"What ... what are you going to do to me?" she whispered fearfully, more than just a little hope in her voice. "Don't hurt me, please! I'm so weary of being hurt."

"Aww, little miss, I ain't gonna hurt you," Dawes chuckled softly, curling his big, black fingers around the bed sheet. "I'm gonna make you feel real, real good, honey! Real, real good!"

He pulled the sheet suddenly and swiftly out of her hands, whipping it aside, revealing her naked, shimmering flesh to his hungry eyes. Her body was damp with the moisture of fear and rumbling desire and her thighs twitched spasmodically as he inspected her luscious body.

"Ummm, honey, you are the sweetest looking little thing I have seen in ages," whistled Dawes in a soft, greedy tone of voice. "Creamy as milk and warm as a comfortable bed on a winter night! Yes, indeed, we are gonna have a good time, honey!"

She moaned, dropping both her hands, covering her pussy, naked and glistening with the thin trickle of love juice that was seeping from her loins. She was ashamed at her hairless loins and she turned her head away, drawing her knees up to her chest.

"Don't look at me," she whispered violently, shaking her head as her tears began to flow from her eyes again: "I'm ugly, now, don't look at me, please!"

"Aww, don't say that, baby," Dawes cooed, lovingly. He reached out and pushed her knees back down, with little resistance from the young woman. "I think you look kind of cute! Just like a ripe, young girl ready for her first taste of love! Don't you feel that way, baby, now don't you, truly?"

As he spoke, his voice calm, smooth and controlled, he gently slithered his hand between her tightly closed thighs, kneading and caressing her moist, warm flesh with his fingers, massaging her luscious limbs in a tender, loving manner.

She could not help but groan softly as the pleasing sensation of his fingers dancing over her smooth, bare skin sent the enticing, rippling desire quaking through her. Dawes pushed her thighs a bit apart to gain more access to her luscious loins and she gasped with delight as she felt the tips of his fingers riding over her damp, quivering cunt mound.

"See, baby, see," he cooed softly, bending down and pressing his big, full lips to her cheek. "See how good it feels, honey? You gonna feel all better with Dawes, Dawes gonna make you feel just right!"

Slowly the warm, intense, liquid wanting rolled through her womb, sparks of greedy pleasure tearing through her at a wild pace. His fingers tenderly slithered over her belly, pressing firmly against her pulsating flesh, riding ever upward toward her small, round breasts.

She gasped as she felt his big, thick fingered hand curling around one precious globe, almost as the same moment his mouth ran over hers and began to hungrily, yet gently kiss her.

His lips roamed back and forth over hers, the tip of his big, rough tongue stabbing greedily at her teeth, trying to pry them apart. She shivered with the undeniable desire and aching pleasure that was washing over her now, and she could not help but curl her arms around his neck and draw him closer to her body.

His tongue gently forced her teeth a bit a part and he slithered the prong into her moist, warm mouth, sliding it around her own, quivering arrow until he teasingly entwined his spear around her own, mashing his lips down hard over hers, kissing her hungrily and deeply.

She shuddered with delight, moaning as the lovely warmth continued to burn hotter and higher in her loins. She felt herself swaying under his kneading fingers as they squeezed and massaged her luscious mounds. She gasped when she felt him catch one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, giving the tender nugget a playful pinch.

"Ummm, it's so nice, so nice," she heard herself saying in a thick, aching tone of voice. It was as if she were standing to the side, watching what was happening to her, powerless to stop herself from enjoying it. "Ohhh, it's been so long, so very long! And it's good, very, very good! Yesss!"

Dawes chuckled happily, pleased that he was having the effect on her that he wanted. Gently he rode his free hand down over her belly and slithered it across the rim of her damp, trembling cunt mound.

She giggled as the tickling sensation raced through her pussy, then she gasped with a sharp, almost painful pleasure as his fingers found her twitching clit and he began to tease and caress the juicy knob.

Wave upon wave of intense desire was rolling through her pussy, now. His perfect, experienced fingers seemed to know every spot, every move to make. She could hardly keep herself still as he rolled her aching clit between his fingers, pinching and squeezing it just enough to send the shocking, overpowering wanting tearing through her loins.

Her cunt bucked up against his hand involuntarily and she shuddered with a violent need, mashing her mouth hard against his, her small, dainty fingers traveling swiftly down the front of his body, already ceased with a life of their own.

She felt the harsh, cold metal of his belt buckle, then the velvet softness of his trousers as she placed her adorable hand over the huge, pounding bulge that was quaking against the front of his trousers.

Dawes gasped, softly, shivering uncontrollably as the first, intense spasms of wanting tore through him, "Ahhh, now you're getting the idea, honey," he whispered in a thick, tight voice. "Yeah, that's it, momma, that's it! Take care of old Dawes, baby, take care of him!"

Without any sense of control to herself at all, she found her fingers eagerly curling around the thick, throbbing mound, squeezing it passionately. She felt his prick quivering violently under her touch and a thrilling pleasure at creating the passion in him tore through her.

Of course, it still was more than she could accept, the very idea that she would be willingly do this drove her insane with self-loathing and disgust. But that part of her mind was weak and unknowable to her, now. Desire, lust, greedy, carnal wanting, was all that mattered at the moment. Passion and pleasure were everything to her. The rest did not matter. Hungrily she massaged his cock through his pants. She kneaded and pushed on the thick, pounding mound. She pinched the head of his shaft between her fingers and heard him cry out in tortured pleasure, shuddering violently as the spasm raced through him.

"I want your cock," she found herself whispering excitedly, an urgency in her voice that she had never heard before. "Ohhh, God, I can't help myself! I want your cock, darling, I want it more than I can stand!"

Dawes laughed, the tone of his amusement broken and quivering as the desire built in him rapidly. He ran the tips of his fingers up and down along the moist, quivering lips of her womb, twirling and dancing them across her bare, slippery flesh with increasing passion and need.

She cried out in soft, trembling sounds of delight, rocking from side to side, opening and closing her thighs against his hand in spasmodic flutters. Eagerly she tugged on his zipper and pulled at his belt, hungry to free his manhood from the confinement of his clothing.

Dawes gasped tightly as he felt his belt pulled free and his zipper slithered down. In a moment her hand was inside of his trousers, her lovely, soft fingers curling around his thick, hot pole. He groaned with aching pleasure and shuddered uncontrollably as she drew his mighty shaft from his pants.

She held the thick, dark rod in the palm of one hand, running the tips of her fingers of her other along the length of the quaking prong. Teasingly she slithered her nails along his flesh, sending waves of pure need burning through the huge prong.

"Ohhh, yeah, little baby, yeah," Dawes sighed, his voice quivering with delight. "That's it, honey, play with that cock! Ummm, baby, you sure can do it, you sure can!"

Candice giggled girlishly, pleased with his reaction. She squeezed the thick, hot tool in her tiny fist, pinching the engorged head of his shaft with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand.

She loved the way she made the black man gasp and cry out, almost in spite of himself. She knew he was trying his best to be serious with her, to create the correct desires and needs in her, and it thrilled her to drive him crazy while he was doing just that.

She felt his strong, thick fingers gently probing the cleft between her pussy lips. They twirled and spread her slippery, warm petals apart, slithering beyond her quaking entrance into her damp, taut tunnel within.

She cried out in pleasure, shivering involuntarily as the twin spears penetrated her aching chamber. Dawes slowly, lovingly, twisted and turned his fingers against her inner walls, going deeper and deeper, until the huge, black probes were buried to the hilt in her luscious pit.

Her cunt muscles fluttered uncontrollably against the sunken digits. She felt them locking and unlocking around his fingers, the huge spears almost completely filling her hot, fevered passage with their delicious presence.

"Ummm, that's wonderful, simply wonderful," she cooed softly, kissing his cheek, running her lips up to his earlobe and giving it a playful nip. "Ohh, so nice, so damn nice! Oooo, I can't bare it, it's so good! I just can't bear it!"

While Dawes expertly and carefully began to ride his fingers in and out of her cunt, rolling them gently along her inner walls, his free hand slipped from her breast and slithered around her back to her soft, spongy behind.

His mouth ran down over her smooth, graceful neck and began to kiss and lather her boobs in a greedy fashion. His hand slithered lovingly over the swell of her precious buttocks, squeezing and caressing her tender half moons as he explored her darling behind.

His lips rode gently over her nipples, kissing and lathering them, bringing them to a full, firm height on the creamy, alabaster mounds. He caught each nipple in turn, closing his teeth around the tender, rosy buttons, slashing them wildly with his tongue as he sucked greedily on her moist, warm tit. She quivered violently, moaning and sobbing with pleasure, leaning her body into him, mashing her boobs against his mouth as she pounded her hand rhythmically up and down on his hot, throbbing manhood.

His prick seemed to grow bigger and bigger in her grasp. She could feel the hot, fevered blood tearing through his shaft and when she dropped her free hand and cupped the huge, taut and hairy bag that contained his balls in her warm, precious palm, she could feel the steaming come boiling in his sack.

She squeezed the hot, moist bag in her hand and felt the powerful rumble of pleasure racing through his flesh. He groaned tightly, driving his fingers deep into her womb, while his other hand urgently caressed and fondled her precious bum.

Hungrily he slithered the tips of his fingers up and down along the moist, warm cleft between her luscious half moons. She shivered as she felt the eager digits tapping insistently against her anal dot, rolling and twirling around the wet, trembling entrance to her anal pit.

Candice moaned wildly, thrusting her cunt hard against his hand, gripping his fingers with her cunt muscles fiercely. She felt the greedy, demanding probe of his other hand, attempting to penetrate the wet, taut hole that was her bum and she desperately tried to relax her rectal muscles as much as possible.

"Now that's the idea, little baby," Dawes whispered feverishly, his fingers now spreading and pressing hungrily against her anal dot. "Yeah, momma, relax, just relax! You gonna like this, baby, you gonna like this a lot!"

She gasped as a tremor of pain tore through her when she felt him slide a single finger into her hot, aching bum. She tried to settle down, letting her bottom go as limp as possible.

Dawes gently twisted and turned the finger, driving it deeper and deeper into her tight, warm passage. He could feel her bum wrapping around the plunging shaft like a skin-tight glove and he sighed contentedly as he buried his invading prong in the depths of her luscious behind.

She had never felt anything that big or pleasing in her bottom before, and despite the dull, throbbing ache it created in her anal tunnel, she was thrilled by its presence and she flexed her anal muscles around the shaft in a sensuous fashion.

"Oooo, that's so good," she moaned softly, rocking her bottom back and forth against his buried tool. "Ummm, I've never, ever felt like this before! Never!"

"There's a whole lot more to come, baby, don't you worry," Dawes laughed happily. "You just get ready, momma, because old Dawes gonna give you the best ass-fucking you ever had!"

She shivered uncontrollably at his words. The idea of having a penis in her rear had never really excited her before. She had thought of it often, but had never really wanted it until now. Now, she wanted it more than she could believe. Just the thought of his huge, black prick buried in her bum, sent violent, enticing fires burning wildly inside of her.

She nodded absently, driving her soft, pleasing digits up and down on his shaft in a passionate manner. She tugged and pulled on his rod, digging her nails into his flesh.

Her other hand kneaded and squeezed his taut, aching balls, rolling the huge nuts over her fingers, caressing and fondling the bag passionately, trying to urge his desire and lust on and on.

He began to pump his finger in and out of her bum, joining the rhythm of his other fingers, still lovingly riding along her hot, moist pussy passage. He twirled and scraped the huge prong against her hot, wet bum walls, filling her with powerful, lovely waves of continuing pleasure.

Each stroke of his finger seemed to expand her tiny, damp pit a little wider. She did not know how he was going to fit his huge, long shaft into that tight, narrow tunnel, but she did not care. Even if it hurt, she did not care. She wanted his cock in her bottom no matter what.

She was rocking wildly about his driving finger, now, shifting from side to side, rising up and falling back down with each delicious stroke of his marvelous tool. She shivered involuntarily as she felt him bury his finger deep in her behind, lazily flicking it back and forth in the depths of her precious bum.

"Ohhh, God, God, I need your prick," she gasped, no longer caring how she sounded. "Now, darling, please now! Put your big cock in my ass right now! Ohhh, Christ, I have to have it, I have to, right now!"

She was trying to turn over and get on her hands and knees. Her hand was urgently tugging on his cock, trying to force it near her hot, aching bum. He felt her pulling on him so passionately that waves of pain were roiling through his cock.

"Easy, baby, take it easy, honey," he said, kissing her shoulders, taking her hand from his meat. "We gonna get it on, now! Yes, we are! Just a few seconds, momma, and you'll have all the cock you want in that fine, white butt of yours!"

Eagerly the adorable young woman prepared herself for him. She steadied herself on her hands and knees, trembling in anticipation as he got around behind her, drawing his body and cock up close to her awaiting flesh.

She felt him lay the length of his huge, throbbing manhood against her damp, tight anal cleft, and she gasped with increasing pleasure. She wiggled her bottom enticingly against the warm, pulsating shaft and she felt his prick trembling in response.

Dawes wrapped his fingers around one spongy, half moon and pushed it apart, spreading her buttocks wide. Her damp, tiny dot quivered in expectation as he took hold of his prick and pressed the thick, hot head of it against the tender entrance.

She screamed softly as she felt him force the huge, engorged tip of his shaft into her taut, damp tunnel. The pain tore through her bottom like a knife and she tried to relax as much as she could.

Slowly Dawes pushed more of his rod into her. She grit her teeth against the searing pain, feeling his cock expanding her tight, little passage far beyond what his fingers had done. Deeper and deeper he drove the huge, pounding pole into her bum and she almost cried out in agony as he buried himself inside of her aching, burning hole.

He was grunting with the effort of his invasion, twisting and turning slowly, forcing all of his cock into her pit. He could feel her quaking violently with the pain and he bucked forward, hard, jamming the rest of his shaft into her hot, gripping passage.

She let out a sharp, agonized scream as -she felt his prick slithering to the hilt in her bottom. It lay inside of her, quaking violently, churning hard against her inner walls, the fevered, white-hot blood burning through his flesh and into hers.

The mixture of the two sensations were overwhelming to her. The pain and pleasure rode in and out of each other until it was hard to' separate them. The rolling waves of delicious, exquisite agony ' were so new and different to her, that her loins were thrilled by the sensations and she could not wait to experience more of them.

"Ummm, fuck me, darling, fuck my asshole, hard," she moaned, shuddering uncontrollably with yet another dazzling, searing roar of pain and delight. "Yes, now, yes! Hard, I want it hard! Fuck my asshole hard right now!"

"That's just what you're gonna get, momma," Dawes growled, his voice thick and tight with the intensity of his passion. "Gonna fuck your asshole until you can't stand it no more, baby!"

He wrapped his big, sausage-like fingers around her hips and closed them tightly against her creamy, smooth flesh. Slowly he withdrew the huge, fat cock from her bottom, slithering it along her inner walls with a delicious ease.

She moaned tightly as the powerful, aching delight and pain rippled through her bum, making her shiver and rock with a wild abandon. She laughed uncontrollably, the intense pleasure so completely consuming her that she could feel or think of nothing else, now, but the big, hard cock that was riding her delicate anal tunnel.

When he was almost completely out of her, Dawes paused for a moment, allowing his cock to vibrate powerfully inside the entrance to her bottom, while he kneaded and caressed her, hips with his fingers.

He felt her moaning and sighing, rocking gently from side to side, eagerly thrusting her buttocks back against his shaft, aching for his cock to sink back inside of her once again.

"Ummm, you are real nice and tight, baby," the big, black man muttered softly. He rocked from side to side, moving the huge, hot prong gently inside of her damp pit. "You're just right, momma, just, fucking right!"

Suddenly he thrust forward, driving the cock deep into her bottom once more and she screamed in pleasure and in pain as she felt the hot, burning shaft sink back into the depths of her asshole once more.

Now, Dawes began to ride his prick in and out of her in an easy, controlled manner. His hands dropped underneath her, one cupping over her cunt mound, gently kneading and caressing her clit, while the other hungrily gripped her dangling breasts and began to fondle them tenderly.

As his cock rode in and out of her tight, wet bum, she relaxed and became Used to its presence. She moaned passionately, finding his rhythm and joining him, slowly rocking back and forth under his smooth, pleasing assault.

Dawes grew more and more excited as his cock slithered along her precious canal. He twisted and turned, grinding his belly against the spongy swell of her bottom, his hands greedily attending to her tits and pussy.

He rolled and pinched her tiny, juicy clit, sending twin waves of pleasure tearing through her body, while the enticing mixture of pain and pleasure continued to quake in her bum. His other hand kneaded and tugged on her breasts, pinching and squeezing her tender nipples, while his mouth was kissing her smooth, graceful back in a greedy, hungry fashion.

Faster and harder he powered his shaft into the taut, wet pit of her bum. Her anal tunnel wrapped tightly around the driving prong, thrilling to its marvelous force and passion. She could feel the hot, stinging blood pounding in his meat, making it throb violently against her inner walls.

His hand was wonderful at her -pussy, pressing, dancing, caressing her womb with soft, tender attention. She could feel a powerful, aching orgasm building rapidly in her loins and she could not believe that getting fucked in her ass could make her feel this good.

"Ohhhh, sweet, dear God, its so nice," she gasped, tears starting to run from her eyes as the powerful, urgent passion tore through her. "It hurts so good, so damn good! Fuck me, baby, fuck my asshole hard!"

Dawes was as caught up in his lust and desire as she was. His cock was aching with pleasure as he drove it hard against her damp interior. His balls pounded with need, the boiling come screaming to be released.

Urgently he kneaded and caressed her cunt, His fingers grew wet and slippery from the love juice that poured from her womb, and from the way she was quivering and moaning, he could tell that she was soon to achieve a violent and magnificent orgasm.

He bore down on her, pounding his cock in and out of her asshole with increasing force and passion. His prick was a frenzied engine as it roared along her delicate tunnel, twisting and grinding hard against her taut chamber.

He could feel her cunt growing tighter and tighter beneath his caressing hand and he ground his prick hard against her anal depths, mashing his belly against her buttocks in a greedy fashion.

"Ohhh, dear Jesus, I'm going to come," she moaned softly, shivering with the wild, wonderful approach of her climax. "Ummm, you're, making me come so good, so damn good! Yes, going to come, yes, yes, yes!"

He held himself steady as he felt her orgasm wash over her. She screamed with delight, bucking violently as the hot come spilled from her loins and overflowed her womb, caressing his fingers with its liquid pleasure.

He powered his prick in and out of her faster and harder as she quivered and shook spasmodically under his attack. He felt her bum erupting about his prick, holding him tight as the tremors of passion and greed rippled through her again and again.

His own moment drew near and he groaned in anticipation, pounding his shaft hard into her taut, hot pit, feeling the delight of her gripping bottom as he roared into her. His balls were on fire and he -could feel the come boiling over in his tight, aching sack.

Suddenly the aching explosion he had been waiting for went off in his loins and he gasped tightly, ramming his spurting shaft deep into the pit of her bottom, groaning in pleasure as the hot come burst from his huge, throbbing tool.

"Ahhh, yeah, baby, yeah, coming in you, now," he moaned, quivering and shaking out of control. "Ohhh, yeah, baby, that's good! Ummm, boy, I just love coming in your asshole baby, just love it!"

Again and again the violent spasms ripped through the two of them until they were thrashing and bucking about the bed in involuntary passion and lust. The orgasms they were having seemed to go on and on and both of them were deep in the throes of their ecstasy.

Finally, Candice sank to her belly on the bed and he followed her down, his prick still buried in her bum, twitching with the final stages of his pleasure. He lay on top of her for a moment, then rolled over on his back, gasping for breath.

She lay there, lingering ripples of delight gently washing over her and her mind spun with the realization that she had not only allowed this to happen to her but had responded happily. It was then that she began thinking, against every core of her being, that maybe they were right.



Chapter 6

The conviction grew, horribly, it grew. More and more she felt the need of their company and approval. She raged at herself, fought the thoughts, the desires and the feelings, but it did no good.

Whenever they were around, she wanted desperately to please them. They came to be the only people she could relate to, the only ones she could trust. She had crossed, without truly realizing it, some sort of threshold.

If she would have wanted to pin-point the moment this happened, it would have been a few days after she had been so deliciously fucked by Dawes. Her asshole ached for a couple of days after that, but the memory of the pleasure of his cock was so strong, that she hardly minded the pain at all.

Besides, the way they were treating her, alternating between being quite nice and very cruel, her never being able to tell which would come next, was more than enough to take her mind off her bum.

They had put her to work in the kitchen. Scrubbing the floors for hours on end, a demand for cleanliness so heavy on her that she knew she would never be able to complete the task.

They wanted every speck of grime and filth up from the huge, massive floor, and then she was to start on the walls and appliances. They had to be spotless, or she would be punished.

"You are now in stage two of your training," Professor Mann explained to her. "You are to learn to obey totally, with no qualms, no thoughts, nothing other than response. Instantly you will attend to whatever task you are given. Be it scrubbing a floor, or having sex with whoever you are ordered to. If you are very good, we will reward you with love, if you are bad, you will be punished with pain. It is as simple as that."

It may have sounded simple, but it wasn't., The work was backbreaking and painful. She was forced to go around nude all the time now, every few days subjected to another shaving of her head, eyebrows and loins, just to make sure she remained hairless.

Her body was a mass of scrapes, cuts and bruises, with a few burns thrown in from bumping into hot stoves. She ached continually, her flesh sometimes seeming to be one huge mass of pain.

"When she made a mistake, such as spilling a bucket of water on the cooks shoes, she was beaten soundly. They even had a method that was quite ingenious for the infliction of pain. It was this little trick that finally pushed her over the edge and into their control.

One afternoon, having spent almost eight hours on the walls, she was sitting on the floor, grabbing a rest, thankful for the five minutes the cook allowed her to stop working.

She was thinking of nothing, not even how tired she was, or the despair of wondering when, if ever, she would finish the job. She was so exhausted, that she could hardly think, and actually didn't want to. It just hurt to much to bother.

The Professor entered the large room with Julia and noticed her sitting there. "Stand up in the presence of your Masters," he hissed, his voice sort, but fierce. "Come on, on your feet, bitch!"

His foot slammed into her side and she screamed. She had been totally unprepared for the violent attack, and the mixture of that, the dank odors of the kitchen and the heat that hung heavy in the room forced her stomach to erupt before she could stop it.

She vomited violently, what little there was in her stomach spilling over her bruised lips onto the Professor's shoes. He jumped back, yelling in shock and anger as the young woman bend over, retching uncontrollably.

"I think it's time for another lesson," he said in a thick, tight voice. He reached down and hooked his fingers around her arm, hauling her abruptly to her feet. "You are in need of this, Miss Maryland, in desperate need!"

Candice hardly knew what was happening. She felt weak and spent as the Professor forced her down the hall, stumbling and groaning as her belly continued to throb, nervously. She knew she was in deep trouble, but she was too weak and helpless to even beg for forgiveness.

When they reached the Punishment Room, the Professor quickly dragged her over to the upright rack and with Julia's help, secured her wrist and ankles to the four corners of the wicked instrument.

She was breathing heavily, sobbing, her weight slipping down until she was hanging from the leather straps, unable to support herself at all. She stared dully at the Professor as he selected a short handled, multi-stranded whip from a rack and slapped it a couple of times against his palm.

He handed it to Julia and turned to fix his eyes on Candice's helpless body. "What you are about to learn, Miss Maryland, is the most important lesson beyond that of obedience," he said in a short, tight voice.

He nodded to Julia who disappeared from Candice's view behind her. "You will now learn how pain and pleasure are one in the same," Professor Mann told her, drawing close to her. "You will see how they entwine and mingle until there is no difference between them at all! You will soon come to know that they are one, one, one!"

Gently he reached out with both hands and cupped them lovingly over her small, attractive breasts. She moaned in pleasure, the tingling, aching need that she felt constantly now, tearing through her with a delicious force and passion.

She licked her lips, sighing in delight, shivering a bit as she felt Professor Mann kneading and gently massaging her mounds, his palms rubbing against her nipples, making them ache with need and grow firm and erect.

He was watching her closely, smiling as her eyes closed with the satisfaction of her sensations, then he looked over his shoulder at Julia, holding the whip tightly in "her hand, her arm rising slowly upward.

And he nodded for her to begin.



Chapter 7

When the first blow struck, it was as if nothing had ever hurt her before in her life. The pain was so shocking and so intense, that it was beyond her sense of what was real.

She screamed in agony as the lash fell cruelly against her naked, defenseless shoulders. The pain tore to the marrow of her bones, burning and searing her so much that she almost went mad with the intensity of her agony.

Julia laughed in delight and whirled the whip around her head once more, bringing it down hard on Candice's buttocks, sending a harsh, wet kiss against her flesh that made the helpless young woman wail in one long, loud scream of horror.

Again Julia spun the whip, curling it around the young woman's hips with a wet, ugly smack that was followed by Candice's cry of pain and the slippery smack that echoed in the room when she pulled the whip away.

A thin, glaring red welt encircled Candice's waist and Julia nodded in satisfaction to the Professor. He returned her nod and she brought the whip down swiftly, striking Candice's hips, buttocks and shoulders yet another time.

Gently, while the blows fell, the Professor caressed Candice's breasts. He whispered in a calm, quiet voice, dropping one hand slowly down along the young woman's hard, flat stomach, feeling her flesh rippling with pain and pleasure beneath his touch.

"Ahhh, how it hurts, doesn't it, Candice?" he cooed softly, bending forward, pressing his lips to her soft, warm shoulders. "And how good this feels, too, humm?"

His free hand was now poised at the rim of her hillock, lazily rubbing the tips of his fingers back and forth across the damp, warm mound, pressing them firmly on the juicy, twitching nugget of her clit.

Candice felt the aching surge of passion erupting in her loins and she shivered uncontrollably as the Professor lovingly rode his fingers up and down across her spread, bare thighs, teasing her pussy lips as he caressed her trembling limbs.

The pleasure was unbelievable and when another harsh, stinging blow was struck across her quivering buttocks and the pain roared through her again, mingling deliciously with the pleasure she was experiencing under the Professor's attentive hands, she sobbed wildly, somehow enjoying the agony.

This enjoyment grew more and more and though it terrified her and even sickened her a bit, she found her body responding happily, even thrusting backward to receive the next blow, then driving forward again against the man's loving hands.

Once more the crack of the whip kissing her naked bottom filled the air and the pain tore through her bum and sank into the core of her loins. At the same time, the Professor slithered two fingers along the cleft between her naked, wet cunt lips and began to knead and pinch them tenderly, while his other hand passionately fondled her luscious boobs.

He rolled and kneaded her tits, tugging on her nipples, pinching and tweaking them, until she was gasping with pleasure, shivering violently under his soothing fingers.

His fingers slithered expertly along the damp, warm petals of her luscious, enticing womb and he hissed passionately in. her ear as Julia rhythmically brought the whip down on her shoulders and buttocks.

"See how it grows, mingles, becomes one?" he said in a thick, raspy tone of voice. "Ahhh, how lovely it hurts, humm? How wonderful it please§ you, yes! All at the same time, yes? All at the same time!"

She moaned and shivered, the passion she was feeling entwining with the harsh, painful force of each blow. She shuddered and gasped, throwing her head back and biting her lip against the exquisite agony that was racing through her flesh.

"Yes, ohhh, God, yes," she sobbed, bucking her cunt hard against his fingers, trying desperately to draw them beyond her wet, slippery petals. "Ummm, I ... I can't tell when one begins! Where one leaves off! Ohhh, God, God, all of it, give me all of it!"

Julia spun the whip wildly around her head, the sweat dripping from her brow with the effort and passion of her task. She cruelly flicked the evil weapon against the backs of Candice's thighs, creating a new area of pain in the young woman's flesh.

Screaming with delight, now, no longer able to distinguish anything but the intensity of the thousands of sensations that were roaring through her, Candice quivered under the blow, her mind swirling in confused excitement.

Professor Mann gently slithered two of his fingers into the- wet, warm tunnel of her womb, twisting them from left to right until they were buried to the hilt in her luscious cave, tickling her aching inner walls.

His mouth rode hungrily down to her round, moist breasts and he greedily slithered his tongue around the base of one nipple. She trembled with pleasure, groaning softly as she felt him locking his teeth around the precious stone, gathering more of her creamy, alabaster mound into his mouth.

She gasped as she felt his slashing at the trapped nub .with his rough, eager dart. He gently pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt in a slow, rhythmic manner, twirling them around inside of her until the back of his hand was soaked with the creamy, thick love juice that flowed freely from her precious pit.

"Ahhh, growing so warm and tight, my little dove," he whispered softly, nibbling on her breast in a teasing, delicious fashion. "Soon you will be drowning in "such a sea of pain and pleasure, you will not believe it, I promise you!"

She groaned as yet another blow struck her back, sending her body careening hard into his, burying his fingers deep "in her pussy once more. He sucked feverishly at her breasts, chewing on her smooth, creamy flesh with a growing abandon.

He felt her cunt muscles fluttering wildly, opening and closing around his plunging fingers in a spasmodic fashion. He could feel her pussy tightening down like a wound spring, while the fires of lust continued to burn higher in her tortured pit.

He dropped his free hand to his zipper and tugged on it until it came free, revealing the thick, hard prong that was his cock. Her belly was level to his and when she felt his prick against her soft, warm flesh, she shuddered and moaned in greedy anticipation.

"Ohhh, God, yes, yes," she hissed urgently, grinding her belly against his throbbing manhood. "Ummm, now, give it to me, now! Ohhh, dear Jesus, put it in me now!"

His fingers drove in and out of her cunt with a wild passion, now, turning and rolling along her hot, wet inner walls, preparing her pussy for his invasion. She groaned in desire, rocking her body against him, shuddering under the steady impact of the blows that caressed her flesh from behind.

She felt the intensive, luscious warmth boiling in her loins as the Professor drew his body back from hers, slithering his prick down along her cunt petals as he removed his fingers from her lovely, steaming tunnel.

"Are you ready, my dear?" he cooed gently, kissing the pink, rosy tips of her nipples. "Are you ready for the ultimate experience? The moment when your agony and ecstasy become one? Are you ready for that moment, Candice?"

There was a pause in the constant falling of the lash and she could feel her pussy lips quivering excitedly against the tip of his huge, throbbing meat. She nodded frantically, trying in vain to thrust forward enough to gather his prick inside of her.

"Yes, yes," she gasped, almost unable to speak, so unbearable was her greedy desire. "Yes, ohhh, God, give it to me now! Fuck me hard while Julia beats me! Do it to me, now, I beg you, now, now, now!"

The Professor laughed in delight and drove forward, slithering perhaps two inches of his hard, quaking tool into her creamy, warm passage. She screamed in pleasure as she felt his thick, hot prong penetrating her luscious cave. She moaned achingly, bucking herself against him, flexing her cunt muscles wildly around the invading shaft.

The Professor moaned with pleasure as he felt her warm, tingling pussy wrap itself eagerly around his plunging rod, and he shivered spasmodically as he drove the hard, pounding spear to the depths of her luscious chamber.

When he was buried in her pussy, the tip of his thick, engorged manhood trembling violently against her inner walls, he nodded to Julia, who cracked the whip as hard as she could against Candice's red, welted back.

The pain ripped through her with agonizing beauty and she shuddered without control, thrilling to her agony. As Julia landed another blow on her buttocks, and the searing hurt lashed at her tender, spongy half moons, Professor Mann began to pump his prick rhythmically in and out of her aching womb.

Now the pace and the tempo of proceedings picked up. Professor Mann drove his cock in and out of her slowly, allowing Julia to match his strokes until each plunge of his prick that drove to the depths of her womb, was followed by a vicious strike of the whip across her back.

Soon one act followed the other so closely and so in time, that it became impossible for Candice to know when one would begin and the other would end. His cock slithered almost all the way out of her, and the whip then smashed against her thighs.

He drove forward once more, twisting and turning, burying his prick to the hilt in her darling pit, and Julia brought the whip down hard on her shoulders. The two of them worked together, giving her pain and pleasure in swift, alternating strokes.

She shivered and screamed, no longer able to think of anything but the intensity of the sensations that were assaulting her. As the pace picked up and the blows and fucks of the whip and cock grew faster and closer together, she was falling down into a swirling, sensual sea unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Soon Professor Mann was pounding his meat in and out of her pussy at the same time the whip was lashing her flesh. The two sensations mingled and swirled around each other until she could no longer tell them apart and she realized, finally, that he was-right.

She was crying thick, pleasing tears of delight as her cunt grew hotter and her back ached powerfully. She knew that she would soon be having an orgasm more wonderful than any she had ever known and she felt more love and gratitude for them than she would have thought possible.

Harder and faster the lash caressed her skin and his prick powered into her. Her pussy seemed on fire, throbbing painfully, aching for the release she could feel building steadily in her loins.

"More, more, give me more," she sobbed, unashamed at her greedy desire, "Ohhh, Jesus, give me all, make me scream! Yes, fuck me, beat me, hurt me, now, now, now!"

Professor Mann measured his driving rod and plunged into her harder and faster than before, while Julia beat her flesh as if she were some kind of fiery engine of pain. Again and again the twin sensations assaulted her and Professor Mann could sense her moment swiftly approaching.

Candice shivered and sobbed, moaning and crying out as the luscious agony and delicious pain overwhelmed her. Suddenly the tortured orgasm ripped free from her loins and exploded in her cunt, making her scream with unbelievable pleasure as her creamy come swirled around the man's driving tool.

"Ohhhh, yes, coming now, coming so good, now," she sobbed, her head dropping to her chest as the wonderful, overpowering passion tore through her. "I'm coming, I'm coming so nice!"

Her orgasms rippled through her again and again, almost never seeming to end as the lash continued to fall. She shivered and quaked, gasping and sobbing, thrilling to the wild spasms that quaked through her loins.

The orgasm went on and on, and when-it was finally finished and she felt the Professor pumping hard to reach his own, she felt weak and exhausted, but gripped him tightly with her cunt muscles to urge him on.

"Umm, that's right, Candice, yes," he groaned tightly, bucking his cock hard against her dripping, hot womb. "Make me come, make me come, good! Yes, that's it, yes!"

He quivered spasmodically, sighing with relief as the hot, boiling fluid spurt wildly from his prick and seared her inner walls. He drove himself deep in her womb and allowed his quaking tool to empty its liquid passion into her.

Julia dropped her arm, rubbing it with her hand as the Professor stepped back from the young woman, drawing his prick from her precious cave. He nodded slowly, sighing with pleasure.

"You are ours, now, Candice," he said, whispering softly, bending forward and pressing his lips to hers. "Now you belong to us!"

She kissed him back, hungrily, believing him, accepting everything, at last plunging willingly into the world they were creating for her.



Chapter 8

Evan Borduex was nervous and excited. He could hardly keep still as he sat in the big, soft chair in the drawing room, waiting for Julia Butler to fetch Professor Mann. He was worried sick that he had made a big mistake.

Ever since he had allowed them to take Candice away, he had been suffering from doubt, guilt and not a few second thoughts. Had he done wrong, he wondered. Had he been more of a monster than he would have ever imagined.

He gnawed on a knuckle, tapping his foot on the floor, so impatient to speak to the Professor that he almost leaped from his chair to go find him, himself. He was sweating freely, while shivering with fear at the same time. He heard footsteps and jumped to his feet, trembling so violently that he had to force himself to stop. He had just barely gotten himself under control when he heard the double doors of the drawing room opening behind him.

He turned and gasped as he saw Professor Mann and Julia on either side of Candice. He tried to speak as he gazed upon her loveliness, but no words could get past his lips as he ran his eyes up and down her attractive body.

She was dressed in long, clinging gown that hugged her breasts snugly and flared about her smooth, tapered thighs. The outfit was so thin and transparent, that he could easily see the contours of her luscious globes beneath it, her nipples poking insistently at the fabric, while her cunt mound was dark against the bland color of the gown.

"Darling, darling Candice," he whispered, moving toward her. "I ... I don't know ... ohhh, my poor, sweet darling!"

Professor Mann held up his hand to stop his progress, shaking his head without speaking. He turned to Candice and bent down, whispering softly in her ear. Her face, which had been impassive up until this moment, broke into a warm, thrilling smile and she chuckled happily.

She walked forward, stopping a foot or two from where Evan was standing, then she dropped to her knees and bent low before him, touching her forehead to the carpet as she spoke.

"Master, my Master," she cooed in a soft, melodic voice. "I have waited too long to be returned .to you, too long! I ache for your command, Master! I need your discipline and reward! I am yours, Master, completely yours!"

Evan gulped frantically, his eyes shifting down to the young woman at his feet to the two people across the room. "What ... what the hell is going on?" he asked, urgently. "What ... what's the matter with her?"

"Nothing Mister Borduex, nothing at all," chuckled Professor Mann, walking over to the girl and nudging her to rise. "She is merely letting you know that she belongs to you, now, that is all!"

Smiling, the lovely young woman rose to full height and folded her hands primly at her waist Evan could see the gentle rise and fall of her luscious breasts beneath the gown and his eyes traveled upward to the short, close-cropped hair she had on her lovely, adorable head.

"A pity," Professor Mann sighed, shaking his head sadly. "I had to take extreme measures I am afraid, but I believe it paid off! She is now totally trained to be your slave! Any thing .you wish, she will do, anything!"

"I just don't know," mumbled Evan, shifting his gaze to the Professor. "I guess I wasn't prepared for something like this! What do I do now?"

The Professor laughed softly, taking Julia's arm. "Why don't you and Miss Maryland explore that idea on your own, Mister Bordeux? We will leave you to figure that out for yourselves!"

Laughing at his own joke, the Professor guided Julia toward the door. When he reached the huge portal, he turned and nodded. "I think you will find things quite pleasant, Mister Borduex. Once she settled down, she proved to be a very willing pupil! One of my best, indeed!"

Then he turned with a short, ringing peel of laughter and left them alone in the comfortable drawing room. Evan stared after them until the doors shut behind them and then he returned his nervous glance to the marvelous woman in front of him.

"You are nervous, Master," she- whispered softly, reaching out and stroking his cheek with her soft, pleasing fingers. "I can understand that. You must have been under a ^terrible strain all these weeks, worrying if I would respond."

"You.., you know about that," he gasped, stammering uncontrollably. "You ... you know it was my idea? Ohhh, Jesus, Jesus, Candice, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry!"

"No, no, no, Master," Candice said, leaning forward, burying her head in his chest. "No, I deserved it. I did! Professor Mann told me all about how much you needed and desired me! I was a willful, bitchy little fool and I deserve to be punished for it, I do!"

She quickly spun away from him, walking determinedly to a small stand on the far side of the room.

She selected a short, flexible cane from the rack and brought it over to where he was standing, and thrust it into his hands. He held the walking stick loosely, as he watched her reach down, curl her fingers in the hem of her gown, and quickly pull it over her head.

He groaned with a familiar wanting as he saw her creamy, moist flesh revealed to his hungry eyes. Her body was damp with the moisture of excitement and she was quivering a bit in anticipation as she stood in front of him.

"I want you to beat me, Master, beat me hard," she told him calmly, pointing to the cane in his hands. "I want to feel the pain I deserve and then I intend to make you feel even better! Now, Master, come and beat me, now!"

She walked over to the huge chair he had been sitting in and leaned over one arm, pressing her adorable belly hard against it. She rocked her spongy, adorable bottom back and forth in an enticing fashion, nodding her head at the same time.

"Now, Master, do it now," she whispered passionately as he slowly approached her. "Punish me good and hard for what I have done to you! Beat me, Master, beat me, now!"

Evan was shivering as if he were freezing in the snow as he regarded her luscious, exposed flesh. He watched her stretch out her arms and grip the other arm of the chair tightly, to hold herself steady.

He gulped, not really believing all of this was happening, then he took a deep breath and raised the cane high over his head. He could see her ass jiggling in the saucy way he remembered and the ache of her dismissing him that time came screaming back to him as he brought the wooden stick down hard on the precious half moons.

She screamed loudly, the ringing cry stabbing at his ears, urging him on. Once more he slammed the cane hard against her bottom and her cry of pain sizzled hotly in the air as her body jerked violently under the blow.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned, feeling a. tight, aching throb in his balls that he would have never suspected he would experience under these conditions. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

"More, Master, hit .me more," she pleaded, turning her head to stare at him with begging eyes. "Ohhh, God, Master, don't stop! I beg of you, please, please, don't stop!"

Now he was seized in the angry grip of a passion he had not known before. He heard the delicious, wet smack of the cane kissing her defenseless flesh and it sang in his ears like the most pleasing music in the world.

"Bitch, you fucking bitch," he hissed, cracking the cane hard across her shoulders. "You, fucking cunt, you whore! Bitch, cunt, slut, whore! Take it, slut! Take this now, you bitch!"

He was almost insane with fury, his mind swirling with rage, his eyes almost blurred with the fiery red vision in front of them. He brought the cane down on her mercilessly, each blow bringing a loud, wailing scream from her lips.

"Ohhh, God, God, thank you Master," she gasped, her breath and words coming out in tortured gasps as her body quaked and shuddered under the force of his blows. "Yes, harder, harder, yes! Oooo, it's so wonderful, Master, so wonderful to be punished by you, now! Hit me harder, Master, harder!"

Evan was beside himself, now, raining blow after blow down upon her back and buttocks. Her creamy, smooth flesh was growing thick and red with angry welts and the sight of them urged his passion and need to hurt her to even stronger desires.

It was as if he were erasing all the years of pain and doubt he had had about himself. It was as if she were taking all the punishment for everyone that had hurt or abused him. Especially the women. All the women he felt had stung and damaged him were here, now and he slammed the thin, singing cane down on her over and over to beat the past out of him.

The pain was more intense than anything up until that moment, for Candice. She sobbed and groaned with every blow, trying desperately to remain still so that her Master would not have any trouble beating her.

She shivered with the wild, stinging pleasure of the cane crashing into her flesh, sending all the lovely agony tearing through her uncontrollably. This was where she belonged this was just what she deserved.

With a loud, final crack the cane shattered in two against her shoulders, the bottom half sailing across the room. Evan stared down at the other piece, still tightly clutched in his hand and he began to shiver with horror at what he had done.

He dropped the cane and it hit, the floor with a loud thump. She turned around, staring at his empty hand, then she quickly slid to her knees in front of him and tugged on his zipper until she had it free.

"Now, Master, now I will make you feel wonderful," she whispered, her voice so smooth and sensual, so < filled with erotic promise that Evan was powerless to do anything other than stand there shivering.

"Ummm, I love your cock, Master, I love it," she cooed, curling her fingers around his shaft, drawing it from the confinement of his trousers. "I'm going to give you the best oral love you have ever felt, Master, the best!"

Evan moaned as she gave his prick a soft, gentle squeeze, making the rod expand suddenly, growing thick and hard in her fist as she kneaded and fondled his shaft, dropping her head and lathering the tip of his rod with the point of her pink, precious tongue.

Hungrily she ran the pleasing dart down along the length of his shaft, kissing the hot, growing flesh with her full, succulent lips. He groaned powerfully as he felt her teeth nibbling at his flesh, biting him in a teasing fashion.

Slowly she worked her way down to the root of his shaft, rolling her tongue around and underneath his thick, taut, hairy ball bag. He gasped tightly as she opened her mouth and greedily sucked the pounding sack between her even, white teeth.

Lovingly .she flicked her tongue at his balls, sending the back and forth against her warm, moist cheeks. She lathered the aching stones with her darling tongue, and sucked hungrily on the imprisoned sack. He felt her lovely, moist lips moving happily over his flesh, tile stinging, intense pleasure rolling through him as she blew warm currents of air against his meat and hummed a soft, vibrating tune.

"Ohhh, Jesus, Candy, Jesus," he sighed in a tight, strained voice. "Ohhh, yeah, baby, yeah! Ahh, that's so good, honey, so damn good!"

Eagerly she rolled and sucked on his balls, curling her fingers around one thigh and his huge, throbbing manhood. She kneaded and massaged his limb and meat, pumping her fingers steadily up and down on the thick, hot pole until she could feel his quivering passion racing through his legs and hot, pounding shaft.

She sucked and lathered his balls, feeling him growing more and more tortured under her loving attack. She could feel the hot come boiling higher and higher in his bag and she stung his nuts with her tongue .until he was sobbing almost with the exquisite agony she was creating in his loins.

She let his balls slip from her mouth, and quickly worked her way back up along the hot, moist flesh of his prick. Nibbling and sucking as she went along, she rolled her tongue over his flesh, cooing and whispering in passion.

"Ummm, want to suck this cock so much, darling Master," she said happily, slithering her tongue around the rim of his helmet, nibbling at the engorged flesh with her perfect, even teeth. "Going to suck it very, very good, indeed!"

Willingly she curled her lips around the lip of his head and sucked the hot, throbbing tip into her mouth. He gasped with intense delight as he felt his flesh slithering over her succulent petals, then the sweet, moist folds of flesh hungrily locked around the rod.

She slashed and stabbed at the surface of his manhood with her tongue, slithering and dancing it across the narrow piss slit, sucking hard on the trapped helmet, digging her teeth into his hot, pounding meat.

Slowly she drew more of his shaft into the warm, enticing chamber of her mouth. His hands dropped to her shoulders to steady himself and she relaxed her throat muscles as she felt his cock slithering down into the taut, hot passage of her silken tunnel.

He cried out in aching pleasure as she eagerly sucked more of his cock into the wet, lovely velvet pit. Deeper and deeper his prick slithered into her throat. Her inner walls gripped the plunging tool feverishly and he was rocking slowly back and forth on his heels as she allowed him to bury his shaft completely in her luscious canal, while she sucked hungrily on the root of his massive prong.

Now she began to bob her head up and down on his cock, twisting and turning as she made her slow, sucking journey. He could almost scream it felt so good. Her lovely teeth dug into his flesh and scraped his manhood as she buried his prick in her precious tunnel once more.

He was shivering, violently, the intense and overpowering pleasure searing him to the pit of his loins. He held tightly to her shoulders, bucking his groin back and forth, forcing her to ride his cock with her precious lips ever faster.

She cupped his balls in the palm of her hand and gave them a tender squeeze. He cried out in agonized delight and shivered uncontrollably as she began to knead and massage his nuts, powering his shaft into her mouth again and again.

She could feel his come boiling powerfully in his bag, aching to be released and using all the things she had been taught, she began to bare down on his shaft, urging his passion on with her fingers and her luscious, lathering lips and tongue.

Faster and harder she rammed the huge, throbbing meat into her delicate canal. Her throat wrapped itself tightly around the plunging tool and he could, hardly remain on his feet any longer, so overpowering was the desire he was feeling.

She felt the deep, harsh rumbling in his balls and she held herself steady, burying his cock in the depths of her silken passage as his orgasm erupted in "his loins and the steaming come spurt powerfully from the tip of his shaft.

"Ohhh, God, God, I'm coming," he sobbed, bucking wildly, pounding his bursting pole in and out of her mouth in a frenzy of release. "Ahhh, Jesus, Candy, I'm coming in your mouth! Coming in your mouth so good, so damn good!"

She sucked hungrily on the spurting tool, swallowing greedily, trying to drink up every drop of his precious fluid. Eagerly she kneaded and squeezed his nuts, aching to get every bit of his need and wanting out of him.

He swayed and rocked spasmodically on his heels as the climax tore through him and it was truly the most intense and pleasing experience he had ever had. The orgasm seemed to last forever and when he finally pushed her way, his prick slipping from between her lips, she moaned sadly, to see it leave her adorable petals.

He stood, staring down at her, shaking his head, wondering what he had done, the lingering pleasure of her blowjob fresh and trembling in his prick and balls. She smiled up at him, happy to have pleased him and for the first time, a grin crossed his lips and he felt as if maybe all the doubt and worry had been wrong.



Chapter 9

Six months later, Evan Borduex scored a triumph that almost any living male would have given their right arm for. He married the luscious, incredibly beautiful Candice Maryland and at the same time landed a million dollar sale on his latest novel.

He had stayed on the West Coast. He felt more at home there, now, than back East. He had slipped back a few times for visits, but the friends he had known seemed boring and, foolish. He always hurried back.

Marrying Candice had been easy. From the moment he took her away from the house and set her up in a huge, ten room home he'd purchased by the beach, she had become his willing vassal.

She would do anything he 'asked, Professor Mann had told him, anything. "I know you won't believe it now," the Professor had chuckled, knowingly. "But someday there will come a time when you need her to do something you cannot believe she will agree to, and then you shall see how complete a job I have done!"

That day came when he was trying to sell the novel. Through a friend, he had heard that the one thing Bart Willis wanted more than anything else, was a crack at Candice Maryland. And, through the underground, he had heard that Willis loved beating women.

He broached the subject delicately with Candice one evening and she had merely smiled and nodded. "Of course, Master, I ache to serve you," she had replied, sweetly. "Whatever you wish, I will do!"

The next afternoon, Bart Willis was astounded to see a bound and naked young woman hanging from the ceiling in his office when he returned from lunch. Beside her was Evan Borduex, and as he handed a whip, silently to the confused Willis, the man's eyes popped open when he saw who the woman was.

"It's one million, remember," Evan said, nodding and leaving the room, pausing only for a minute to repeat it. "Remember that, Willis, one million!"

The door shut behind him and as the luscious, adorable frame that was Candice Maryland's body slowly twirled around, above him, Bart Willis quickly stripped off his coat and tie.

The first blow was weak and barely brought a cry from her lips as it caressed her flesh at mid-thigh, "Harder, darling," she whispered softly in that luscious, familiar voice. "You can hit me a lot harder! Do it, do it hard, now!"

The man gulped and lashed out with the small, black tool once more, cracking it across her buttocks as she slowly turned. He heard the stinging, wet smack of the weapon cruelly caressing her adorable half moons and saw her shiver in response, a ringing cry of pain torn from her lips.

"Jesus, what a body," he moaned softly, shaking his head, smacking her with the tip of the whip once more. "What a God damn piece of work, I can't believe it!"

Gasping with pain, she wiggled her buttocks enticingly, making them dance and sway in the saucy, trade-marked manner that she had. Viciously he slashed the whip across her tender cheeks and she squealed in delight as the pain seared her bum once again.

"Oooo, that's good, lover, very good," she cooed lovingly, rocking her whole body to urge him on. "Come now, you can do better, I know you can! And when you've had enough fun with this, we can play lots of other games, lots of them!"

Willis felt his whole body shuddering with desire. He licked his lips passionately and whirled the whip around his head, bringing it across her back with as much force and power that he could create. Again and again he brought the whip down on her flesh. She was spinning lazily under the force of his blows, each one of them bring a ringing cry of pain from her lips and her urgent words for him to go on.

He grew wet with the sweating effort of his work, cracking the whip against her breasts, lashing her thighs and smashing it over her buttocks. On and on went the beating until he was breathing so heavily, he had to stumble back and gasp laboriously.

She dangled from the attractive scarves that were wound around her wrists. Her lovely, slender body shimmered with a thin coating of moisture and he could see her shaven pussy, slippery and trembling, coated with pussy juice, the dank, enticing aroma of passion coming from her in heady, pulsating waves.

"Do you want me, now, lover," she cooed softly, giving him an outrageous wink. "Are you finished beating me? Ummm, I hope so, I can't wait so see how you are going to give it to me, I just can't wait!"

The whip tumbled from his hands and fell to the carpet noiselessly. He hurried over to where she was hanging and gently lowered her to the floor. Hungrily his fingers tore at the scarves until he had released her, then he began to kiss her moist, succulent lips greedily.

She laughed softly, pushing him away and slowly rising to her feet. He sat on the floor, watching as she tip-toed, her body swaying with erotic power, from left to right as she went to his desk.

She picked up a contract and a pen and winked at him once more. "One million, dear, remember?" she said, a soft, almost girlish giggle in her voice. "Come on, darling, I'm impatient to get on with our little session, aren't you?"

Bart Willis groaned, thinking about the money, but already knowing what he was going to do as his body forced him to rise and his cock demanded he join her at the desk.

As he bent over, moaning quietly, taking the pen from her fingers and finding the correct spot on the contract for the amount and his signature, he felt her fingers toying with his zipper and he moaned, filling in the places as quickly as possible.

"Ooo, that's nice, lover," she giggled once more, squeezing his prick again while glancing at the contract. "Ummm, just right! Now, let's see what I can do for you in return, shall we?"

She led him over to the couch and all that Bart Willis could think about as she sat him down and began to undress him, was the fact that he had to talk to Evan Borduex about this.

He just had to know the secret!



The End
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