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Collected by Djian
updated oct 7 2011

MM/F, cons, D/s, BDsm, humil, slavery, spank, rough

Whatever you want
by Wontworry

Chapter 1



Fucking unbelievable. That was the only way to describe it. There was this woman, about thirty, good body, pretty face, crying her eyes out, head on the floor, tits rubbing on the carpet, ass in the air, with her hands reaching back pulling her butt cheeks apart and begging, and I mean fucking begging, to have her ass fucked.

She was wearing a parody of a schoolgirl outfit. Six inch red stilettos with white ankle socks, ridiculously short loose grey skirt, white blouse that was totally failing to keep her tits covered and a school tie round her neck. Her auburn hair was tied in bunches. Her make-up was now smeared with tears but was simple with bright red lipstick and blue eyeshadow, just as a school kid would do it.

In between the choking sobs she desperately tried to convince Paul that the only place his cock should be was buried deep in her bowels.

"Please baby .. put it in .. now .. I need it .. it'll be so good for you .. I'll squeeze down just like you want .. oh god .. you know how much it hurts me .. I'll do anything if you'll only fuck my ass .. please bugger me .. pleeeease .. "

Paul was standing there. The sickest grin you ever saw on his face. His cock covered with her spit after the throat job she had just done. He wasn't even kneeling down ready to fuck her. Just standing behind her, watching as her body shook as she cried, watching as she frigged her tight hole with her finger, watching as her mouth kept on finding more words to tempt him to rape her.

"Fuck my ass .. ram it in .. you know I'm just a slut for your cock .. I promise to be a good girl .. I'll clean it for you afterwards .. you won't believe how hot I am .. please .. please fuck your little ass slut .. I'll make it good for you .. fuck my ass, lover .. you know it's yours whenever you want .."

He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, knelt behind her and stuck his finger deep in her anal opening. "You fucking slut. You're nowhere near hot enough yet," he said "for fuck's sake I've told you enough times that you've got to be really hot for it."

Her eyes showed her fear and somehow she started crying even harder, but she never stopped wriggling her butt, spreading her cheeks with her hands and fucking her ass with her finger "Oh god .. please no .. not that .. not again .. I can't .. it hurts too much .. I can't sit properly for days .. my husband will see the marks .. please .. I'm hot enough already .. I really am .. fuck me baby .. please bugger me .. I am hot enough, really .."

Paul smiled and looked at me, putting a finger to his lips to show I should be silent. "Okay, you dumb fuck, if that's how you want it, I'll leave."

Her reaction was weird. She should have thanked god he had offered to go but instead she became even more desperate in her efforts to get him to fuck her ass.

"No, no .. don't go .. I'll get hotter .. I'll fuck you .. I'll do anything .. pleeease bugger me .. oh please, oh please, oh pleeease .. don't go .. look at my ass .. it's yours .. it's so tight .. fuck me now .. you'll love it .. I'll be really good .. please lover .."

Paul smiled. "Well, I don't know, unless you're really hot I don't see how I can fuck you. Still, I expect you can think of something that will heat your ass up nicely. How do you think we could get you really hot?"

Crying the whole time, she crawled away from him, still wriggling her butt, and scrabbled at a cupboard door. She reached behind a load of household cleaning stuff and pulled out one of those whips that jockeys use. She held it between her teeth, crawled back to the centre of the room and laid it at Paul's feet.

Turning so her ass was facing him again, she spread her legs, laid her hands
flat on the floor and, through yet more sobs, started begging him to whip her.

"Do me lover .. whip my ass .. make me hot .. make it hurt .. I love it when you whip me .. your cock gets so hard .. my ass hole will be so hot for you .. your cock will feel so good when it gets up my ass .. oh god .. make me your slut .. use me .. use the whip .. make me burn for your cock .."

"You sure?" said Paul "last time you wimped out on me .. all that talk but no fucking action .. took fucking ages before you realised how good it was."

"Yes, yes, do it .. I want to be hurt .. whip me .. pleeease .. do it hard .. do it .. I'm not hot enough yet .. make me really hot for your beautiful hard prick .. hit my ass .. make me burn, baby .. I really want to be hot .. "

"Okay, if that's what you want" he said, and he hit her.

He whipped her ass cheeks so fucking hard I felt the pain myself. He lashed out at least ten times without stopping. Left, right, left - how she was able to stand it I have no idea. Her skin was striped red in an instant, welts springing up showing where the crop had landed even before the next stroke was laid on her poor quivering ass. She had grabbed a cushion and was screaming into it as hard as she could. I waited for her to pass out because she didn't seem to be breathing in, just screaming.

Paul stopped. Breathing heavily. Again he smiled at me. He pushed her ass with his foot as if he was prompting her to say her lines and, right on cue, she managed to get out some words.

"So hard .. hurts .. oh god .. please .. no more .. oh god it hurts .. I'm hot now .. really hot, lover .. do me now .. please .. please lover, fuck my hot asshole .."

Her hands came back to her reddened cheeks. Again they pulled the globes apart and her hole was on view. Her finger went in and out of her tight little anus like a piston as she begged and sobbed and pleaded and cried.

"Nearly ready slut. Nearly hot enough for some cock .. just three more and we should be there. Spread those cheeks properly and get your fucking horny fingers out of the way," ordered Paul.

Her voice cracked as she realised what he was saying "God no .. not that .. not there .. no .. please .. I can't take it .. please, lover, please .. not there .. you'll ruin me .. it's agony when you hit me there .. please .. nooooooo .."

But she stretched her ass cheeks so that her tender anal ring was exposed to the whole fucking world and, of course, to Paul's whip. God it must have hurt like fuck. Three straight whacks. Each with a pause in between. Right on her hole.

Somehow she kept her cheeks apart while he did it. Her screams were soundless but the veins in her neck were nearly popping. Her head jerked from side to side. Her body flinched with each stoke of the whip and she nearly collapsed to the floor, but she kept her anus exposed the whole time.

"There" said Paul, "I think you're hot enough now. Only thing is, it took so long to get your useless hole hot enough to fuck that I've got no lubrication left on my dick, think you can help out?"

She couldn't speak but she turned and tried to suck his cock into her dry mouth.

Now Paul's cock is big, not huge like those porn stars, but eight inches and pretty thick. Try sucking a sweet when the saliva's gone, let alone a rock solid dick. She tried hard, but failed. Paul grabbed her face, twisted her head upwards so her open mouth was facing him, and spat in her mouth, twice.

She didn't cringe, she didn't puke, she didn't even grimace. All she did was thank the bastard for gobbing on her.

"Oh lover .. thank you .. help me .. I want to throat you .. to get you really horny .. let me suck your cock .. I'll make it wet again .."

But two loads of Paul's spit hadn't been enough and she was still failing to get up a good action on his rod. I don't often take pity on a slut but I pushed the dog's water bowl over to her. Paul laughed as she lapped up the tepid liquid.

"Fucking great man, that gives me an idea for next time .. hey slut, think you can work out your next starring role?"

Her body slumped as god knows what thoughts went through her head. But then she raised her head, reached for his dick, and started a steady sucking motion, taking him deep in her throat every few strokes. Her hands were busy too, cradling his balls, caressing his thighs, gently sliding up his body to rub his nipples, reaching round to his asshole, doing anything she could think of to increase his pleasure, and all the time her head was bobbing up and down on his cock.

My dick was near to bursting but Paul had told me not to do anything or try to join in until he was done. So I grabbed another beer, sat back in the chair and took in the action.

Chapter 2

I hadn't believed him when he had told me about his latest conquest. "She fucking hates it" he said "but now that I've got her where I want she begs for it, takes it every which way I can think of, and then thanks me. The last couple of times she's even paid me to do it."

I'd told him he was full of shit and talking bollocks but he persisted and told me the whole story about how he had seen this woman, her husband and three kids in the park. The oldest kid was about twelve while the youngest was probably seven or so. Hubby was a bit of a nerd but the whole happy family picnic scene was like something from a fucking film. The woman had attracted him. He didn't know quite why because she wasn't flashing her tits, or wearing tight pants or anything like that, just engrossed in her family. But she was pretty and had a good body for a mother of three.

One thing about Paul is that he loves screwing girls who don't want it. Sometimes they're prissy little maids, sometimes they're cherry, sometimes they're engaged or married, sometimes it's in front of their girl friends, sometimes it's in public. It doesn't matter why they don't want him to fuck them, knowing that they hate him fucking them is all that matters.

Occasionally, if he's drunk or if it has been a long time since he fucked someone he will just go for a bog standard rape. Grab a chick, slap her around a bit, get your cock up her cunt, and fuck the shit out of her. I've been with him on some of those nights but afterwards - when the woman's crying, grabbing her clothes, running away or lying on the ground begging us not to hurt her or do it again - afterwards, he just ain't Paul, he's still grouchy and pissed off.

Paul prefers to work at it. The chase is part of the thrill for him. Setting it up, making the woman realise he is going to pump her full of cum, watching her face as it dawns on her that she is going to be fucked no matter what she does, often without any real violence involved, that's where Paul is at his best.

So Paul starts to check out this woman and her family. He follows them home and from there it is fairly easy to work out names, phone numbers, jobs, routines and all the little bits Paul loves putting into place. It took him six weeks before he struck lucky. The woman and her youngest kid are shopping, the kid wanders off a bit in the car park and Paul goes for it.

I'd have grabbed the kid and forced the mother to fuck me to get her child back safe. Then I'd probably have fucked the kid as well. But Paul isn't like that. Paul drives his car towards the kid from behind, gets 2 yards away, hits the horn so hard the whole fucking car park jumps, slams on the brakes, screeches the tyres and turns left into a brick wall. The wing of the car is wrecked, the suspension's fucked and Paul is slumped over the wheel - still holding down the horn - pretending to have hit his head. The woman has whirled round, seen the kid missing from her side, screamed, then seen the kid safe in the middle of the car lane, and rushed over.

Picture it - it's so fucking neat. The mother's crying and hugging the kid, Paul staggers out of the car saying "Is she alright? I tried to miss her. She came from nowhere. Thank god I was able to pull the car over. Are you sure she's okay?". The mum is gushing over the kid and thanking Paul for missing her, and the whole fucking car park thinks Paul is a hero. It even got a paragraph in the local paper.

So Paul has trashed his car to save her child, and she is so fucking grateful. She offers to drive him to the hospital to check out his injuries, she offers to pay for the damage to the car, she invites him to meet her husband that evening, and before you can say "fuck" he is a friend of the whole fucking family. It's enough to make you puke but Simon and Judy think he is just so nice, and the way he laughs and gets on with their daughters, Lucy, Tina and little Anna, is just wonderful.

Paul still doesn't push it. Sometimes he doesn't see them for a week or two but in a couple of months he knows loads of shit about the happy family. The layout of the house, when hubby is away on business, that Friday afternoons are always a rush because she has to get the two oldest kids to different places at the same time and, eventually, he hits the fucking jackpot. Next Friday hubby is away for three days and she has to take one kid to some fancy dress party, another to some fucking music exam, and the youngest needs to be collected from school, all at the same time. Paul offers to collect little Anna from school - no trouble at all he says, anything to help out he says - and the stupid bitch falls for it.

I'd have fucked them all by now, but not Paul. Paul gets the kid from school and for half an hour, him and Anna are on their own in the home, waiting for Judy to return. Paul and the kid play a couple of games. Paul and the kid play a blindfold game, seeing if each can guess what the other is doing. Paul takes some photos while Anna is blindfolded and Paul has now got all the trumps in his hand.

Late that night Paul visits the house, Judy is puzzled but lets him in, Paul shows her the photos. Little Anna is blindfolded in all of them. In the first picture she's on her bed and right next to her hand is a rock solid 8-inch cock. In the next photo there's a big hand on Anna's thigh and the cock is only a couple of inches from her lips. Then there's one with the kid puckering up her lips in a pretend kiss as a huge fucking knife is pointing at her throat. Each photo shows her vulnerable little daughter about to be the plaything of a pervert or cut up into little pieces.

The picture show continues while Judy sits unable to move from shock, fear or maybe just instinct. Paul lays it on the line. He could have fucked her kid but he didn't, he could have killed her little girl but he didn't, Anna knows nothing about the photos, or even that he had his cock out, but ....

... but next time it will happen. Paul goes for the jugular. He tells her that he knows so much about the whole family that he could grab any of them at any time, from school, from her car, from their home, from the grandparents' house, anytime, anywhere. Paul works on her head, telling her he is really her friend, but pushing how he is a complete fucking pervert, and most of all making sure she is aware that he hasn't harmed her children .... yet. She is so confused that she starts to lose it, none of it makes sense - Paul is a family friend, but Paul wants to fuck her kids, but Paul wrecked his car to save Anna, but Paul could kill her daughters, but Paul has been so nice, but Paul wants to rip her little girl's ass apart, but her husband really likes Paul, but Paul is a perverted shit.

Paul just loves fucking with a woman's head. Judy doesn't know whether to call the cops or thank Paul for not raping her children. She starts crying as Paul keeps working on her and soon his arm is round her and he is comforting her as a friend would. Paul starts touching the more interesting bits and she is so fucking lost in her head that she allows him to feel her tits before she realises he's the bastard who wants to turn her kids into fuck toys. She pushes him away and Paul says that if she won't fuck him, then he may as well do the girls like he could have done earlier. In fact, why not fuck them now.

Paul heads for the stairs and the kids' bedrooms, but Judy rushes after him. One punch is all it takes and she is flat out. Half an hour later she is awake and listening to Paul telling her she can't stop him like that. The only way he won't fuck her whole family is if she opens her legs for him. She cries, she begs him not to, she says she'll phone the cops, she offers him money to get out, she tries hitting him again but, in less than an hour, Paul has his cock inside her while she lies flat on her bed staring at the ceiling, not sure if she is being raped, saving her kids or having an affair.

The whole night is spent with Paul working on her mind and her body, until she is convinced that she is in too deep, that she has let him fuck her, that she wanted him to fuck her, that she has been unfaithful, that she is his to do with as he pleases, that she can't let her husband know, and that she has to save her children in the only way she can - by keeping Paul's cock busy.

The next two days seal the deal. The kids find Uncle Paul in the house in the morning and he tells them Judy is not feeling well. As it's the weekend Uncle Paul takes the older two girls to the mall where he leaves them with their friends, and takes little Anna along for the ride so that their mother can get some sleep. Paul is just so fucking cool. He knew she could go to the cops while he was away from her, but he knew she wouldn't - not while he had her kids with him.

All Saturday he's fucking her body and her mind. On Sunday they take the kids out to the park and Paul is so much fun as he plays with the children. The girls go and get ice creams, and Paul uses the 15 minute break to rape Judy's ass in the public toilets. Her ice cream is his shit covered cock. So it continues until Judy doesn't know what's right or wrong, and all the time Paul is planting the same thought in her head. She must save her girls from this fucking bastard and his perverted cock.

By Monday the whole deal is sealed and Paul also has some insurance just in case she starts to work out how stupid she is. A few photos of Judy taking it in all available holes, and a video that with half decent editing shows her as a willing partner, and Paul is home and dry.

And now he really goes to town. Each time he fucks her he introduces more rules. Sometimes a 'big' rule like how she must always suck his cock clean after he has fucked her, sometimes a 'little' rule like calling him "lover", but every time he fucks her it gets worse and worse for her - and better and better for Paul.

Every time he turns up at the house she has to be wearing something sexy. Every time he suggests something she has to pretend she wants it. Every time the perverted bastard fucks her she has to thank him and clean his cock with her mouth. Every time he comes into the house she must come on to him, licking his neck, kissing his face, frenching him, rubbing her tits on his chest, grinding her cunt against him, and rubbing his cock through his jeans. And so it goes on.

As further insurance Paul has by now filmed several fuck sessions, most of which show her 'enjoying' it, although there aren't many facial shots in these films - for some reason her eyes don't seem to be very happy. The best video was one where he fucked her on the bed next to Lucy (dead to the world after a couple of sleeping pills) as Judy begs him to take her daughter's cherry.

Paul doesn't care that she doesn't really mean any of it. In fact, he loves it when she is crying buckets and begging at the same time. He knows that her cunt is only wet because of the lube she uses when she knows he is coming to the house. He knows she has spent at least 5 minutes before he arrives pinching her nipples to make them hard for him. He knows that she hates him. And he knows that there is not a fucking thing she will do about stopping him.

Chapter 3

She had been throating Paul for nearly five minutes and the slime was drooling in strings from her mouth, onto her tits, down his balls, on the remains of her schoolgirl blouse, and onto the floor.

"OK you little ass slut" Paul laughed "time for some good hot fucking .. but .. oh dear .. you've cooled down a bit .. better re-light that fire."

She was gasping for breath from the face fuck as she hung her head, turned round, spread those beautiful cheeks again and spat out the words "hit it you bastard".

"Oh dear, Judy" said Paul, "That's not the right attitude is it? I think we should improve on that or else I may have to introduce Lucy to the joys of fucking"

"Oh god .. you bastard .." she sobbed again and then with a massive effort went back to the high schoolgirl voice that she had used right at the beginning, when we had first walked through the door.

"Please whip my ass sir .. please stop me being a bad girl .. I need to be shown how to be good .. I can't help wanting your cock .. I get so hot and your cock is so big and hard .. make me really hot so it will be good for you .. please do it .. do it hard .. pleeease .. pleeease."

So Paul did. Three more hits right on her anus. The fucking anal ring was already swollen and tender from the last beating and in seconds she was screaming in agony. There was no way he was going to get his cock up her hole now. It was so swollen from the beatings that it wouldn't be possible to get a pencil in the tight little opening, let alone his dick. But he knelt down, put his thumbs either side of the hole, gripped hard on her battered cheeks and managed to spread it so that perhaps 1/4 inch of tight opening was just visible.

"Okay slut, you know what to do, fucking get with it"

She spat on her fingers, reached back and lubed her hole as best she could. Then she carefully reached for his cock, held it in her tiny hands and brought it to her anal ring. Holding it in place she pushed back and, through her crying and sobbing, begged Paul as though her life depended on it.

"Now baby .. do it .. push into my ass .. make me your slut .. show me how to take it .. do it hard .. make it hurt .. fuck me .. please fuck me .. bugger my sweet little ass with that fucking huge cock .. please lover .. your cock will feel so good when it rips open my ass hole .. fuck me .. please .. my ass needs your cock .. "

Paul pushed forward, she struggled to remain still and the head of his dick squeezed an inch into her beaten and swollen hole. She screamed again and Paul started to sweat with the effort. Then he pulled his dick back out of her ass and watched as her hands tried to drag it back towards the centre of her pain.

"Do it lover .. please fuck me .. bugger me hard .. don't leave me like this .. I need your cock in my shit hole .. use me .. make me a cum bucket .. spunk up my ass .. make it so I can't shit for a week .. please baby .. please .. "

Paul let her pull his cock back into her opening. The head pushed forward past the swollen tissue and, again, he pulled back out. The pain must have been almost continuous but Paul didn't give a shit.

"Bugger me .. bugger me .. bugger me .." she was almost chanting as she humped back on his cock and took the head just inside her anus, time and time again, as Paul kept easing back to pull it out. The sensitive head of Paul's dick was being squeezed so tight by her swollen ring and for Paul it was just exquisite, but Judy didn't seem to be enjoying it as much. After 5 minutes Paul couldn't stand it any more. He drove his cock hard into her ass and felt the tight walls encircle his raging prick. Her swollen ass was clamped round the base of his dick and the head of his cock was deep in the heat of her bowels.

She gasped in agony, tried to scream but again found her vocal chords wouldn't work, and screwed her face up tight as Paul thrust into her tender whipped ass until his balls were banging against her cunt. Paul didn't move out this time and you could see her raw ass hole clenching spasmodically around his invading cock. She knelt there gasping for a nearly a minute and then, for fuck's sake, then she only fucking started begging again.

"Oh lover .. that hurts so good .. do it harder .. use my hole .. give me your cum .. fuck my tight little ass .. show me how to be good .. fuck that cock up my ass .. make it yours .. do me good, lover .. bugger me .. bugger me hard .. make me your anal slut .. please use me properly .. don't make me beg any more .. please fuck my ass .."

Her arms were still stretched back from her efforts to pull his cock into her and now she moved one hand down between her legs. I though she was going to play with her clit to try to ease her pain but I should have known Paul would have her better trained than that. She gently cupped his balls and caressed them with her fingers, and as Paul started to fuck her anus the fingertips of her other hand were playing with his dick. Whichever part of his cock was not in her ass was gently rubbed and caressed by her dainty fingers from the root of his cock all the way up to the head. She started to squirm her butt around, while moaning and mewling sounds came from her lips. We all knew she was faking it but we all knew it was one hell of a turn-on for Paul and me.

As Paul reached the point of no return, as his balls contracted and his dick swelled up even thicker, she was ready. She gave out the most fantastic orgasmic gasps and screams that I have ever heard. No porn star could have done it better. If you hadn't seen her eyes and known the pain she was in, you would have thought she was cumming like a train. But all the cries of passion couldn't disguise the crying. All the begging for more couldn't hide the hate. Paul was in heaven.

"... Ooooohhhh Goooodddddd .. aaahhhh ... baby ... so fucking great .. I can't live without your cock .. ooooooo .. more, more .. fuck me harder .. I love it .. fuck my ass .. ooohhh lover .. cum in me, baby .. spunk me .. flood my ass with your cum .. split me in half with your cock .. cum in me .. Gooooooodddddd .. more .. harder .. fuuuucccckkkk .."

Paul's body clenched hard as time after time his creamy load shot up his prick into her bowels. Grunting and groaning and slapping her ass cheeks he finally relaxed as his fantastically trained slut kept her hands caressing his balls, and tried hard to look like she was enjoying every thrust.

"Oh god, baby .. you're so good .. your cock's so big .. I won't be able to walk properly for days .. only you can make me cum like that .. can you do me again .. please say you will .. oh lover .. keep fucking me .."

After a while, Paul let his softening cock slip out of her tortured hole. As soon as it left her body she turned round and reached for his slimy dick, covered in shit and spunk. She was still begging him to fuck her again, saying how great his cock was, offering her ass for another buggering, and she only stopped talking as she sucked his dick between her lips and took it as deep into her mouth as she could

She worked the cock in and out of her mouth until it was clean, she carefully licked under the head, checked round his balls, and made sure there wasn't one piece of her shit left on his dick. Then she starts giving him a blowjob, trying to get him hard again, and Paul is just laughing at her efforts.

"Fuck, you're a slut. You just can't get enough, can you? Just a fucking cock crazed whore. Well tramp, you're going to have to wait. I can't have all the fun just for myself. But because I know how desperate you always are to keep on fucking, I brought along a spare cock."

Paul nods his head at me and I knew that finally I was going to get some relief for my aching balls.

"I know how bad it is for you when even my cock can't keep up with your slutty little holes so, after you've got us a beer, and after you've cleaned yourself up and sorted out that crap make-up, and if you ask Rob really nicely ... you can have some of his cock."

She was still sucking Paul's dick but she half turned her head and looked at me with eyes that were blank. She had obviously known from the moment that we came into the house that she was going to get two cocks that day but Paul had told her to ignore me up to this point. Now she was going to have to go through this all over again.

"Hey Rob," said Paul, "anything special you want her to wear or does 'schoolgirl' do it for you as well. Sluts like this want to please so you can have your choice of outfits. Space girl is pretty good, nurse isn't bad, and there's always hooker, but if you really want a turn-on you should try Roman slave girl."

I spoke for the first time and my voice was full of lust, "Schoolgirl is great Paul, I really don't give a fuck, I just want to stick my cock inside her."

"For fuck's sake" said Paul, "you have got to learn some subtlety, 'just want to stick my cock inside her' is not cool. Where's your style? Where's your class, man?" He turned to Judy "Where's my beer, ass slut?".

She stood up, got beers for me and Paul and went to the bathroom to fix her face.

Chapter 4

Paul looked at me, "Well, did I lie or am I just the coolest perverted bastard in the fucking country?"

"Yeah, you're cool" I admitted "How the fuck do you get her to do all that? All that 'whip me' stuff and 'I want your cock up my ass' is just fucking amazing. How do you know she won't rip your balls off or try to bite your cock in two - you can see she hates you."

"Hey man, you're talking to an expert" said Paul "At the beginning she might have done but now, with all the shit I've got on her, with the videos of her fucking, and with the hold that I have over her mind because of her kids - man, she ain't doing anything except taking cock. Up till now I haven't even touched her girls but she thinks I will the moment she doesn't do exactly what I want. Obviously one day those kids will be joining in, but there's no rush. Might as well get Judy to go through every last position, perversion and degradation that I can think of first - and, of course, all the extra bits that she can think of as well."

"Man, oh man" I said. "But you could rape her kids now. Fucking hell the young one's only six or seven. Its years since I had anything that young and sweet."

"No class" said Paul "No class at all. If you fuck the kids now we lose Judy. The kids are the main reason she'll do anything I want. She is so shit scared of what I might do to them - will do to them in time - that she is willing to go along with the whole deal. You've seen her, she is badly messed up in the head, she doesn't know what she wants, what she is doing, or whether she hates it or likes it. Fuck the kids and her brain may just go walkabout and that's no use to me. Anyway, there ain't much difference between seven year old cunt now or eight year old cunt next year. No, I'm in charge of this little party and I call the shots. The kids are for later."

He was right. I could see that getting the whole family slowly involved over months or even years was better than one or two fantastic nights of fucking underage cherries. "Okay man, you're the boss," I said.

Paul smiled "I fucking know that," he said. "Right, you said schoolgirl didn't you? This may seem kinda weird, but I want you to write down what you want her to do. Anything you want. What sort of schoolgirl do you fancy? Thirteen year old class slut who has fucked all the boys; little scared virgin twelve year old who has never even heard the words 'cock' or 'cunt', curious fourteen year old who wants to learn but isn't sure, experienced head girl wanting to make sure she gets good grades, smart-mouthed bad girl who is in trouble but knows how to get out of her punishment, the choice is yours."

"Fuck ... Really ... Write it down? I stammered. "What is this, the fucking school play?"

"Yeah" said Paul, "that's about it. Judy's good but she ain't physic. Remember you're talking to the master. I've got her well trained. She will do anything, take up any position, make any noise, say any words, play any part, but she needs an idea of what does it for you. She's a pretty good actress and she does elaborate around a theme if you tell her what you want, but I always get so pissed off if I have to keep stopping fucking to put her on the right track.

For the last few visits I've sent her an email a couple of days beforehand, setting out roughly what I want. Sometimes I give her a web site address or a story to read to get her brain around how I want her to be. Sometimes I send a photo or a film which turns me on. I'm telling you, man, it’s fucking great. Whatever you want, you tell her and one or two days later it’s there waiting for you in the flesh."

"Okay, okay, I get the idea," I laughed and reached for a piece of paper, "but you know what I want. It's what I always want."

As I wrote Paul continued "One of the funniest that I thought of was 'virgin - well, ex-virgin - struggling home after being gang raped at a party'. Judy hasn't fucked anyone else except me yet, other than her wimpy husband, so I told her that she must prepare herself using these fucking great dildos I sent her. One had those hard rubber spikes all over it and I super-glued strips of coarse sandpaper to the other.”

Paul smiled evilly at the memory and opened another beer.

“Fuck man, she had fucked herself raw in both holes by the time I got started. Her make-up, hair and clothes were just perfectly messed up and torn because I sent her a photo of what I wanted from my own collection. She had whipped her thighs, tied up her tits with string for two hours before I arrived, burned herself twice on her belly with a cigarette, put something like cum on her face, in her hair and up her ass and cunt - god knows what the 'cum' actually was but it looked fucking good on her - and even put a cut into one of those puffy nipples of hers. She managed to get some bruising on her face by deliberately falling over in the yard the day before and trying not to save herself with her hands. Then I made her start the session by going into the park at night and wandering around for fifteen minutes before I met her. I was actually hoping she would get raped by someone but she managed to avoid that. But she was still a fucking mess when I picked her up. She really goes for it man, because she knows that if I'm not happy with her then her kids will be getting their holes stretched."

Holy shit I thought. That sounded so good - but I'm crap at fantasy. I'm not like Paul. I don't normally need that shit. If there's a cunt in front of me, I fuck it. But I know what I do like, and I wrote down a few simple instructions. I ain't much good at writing but I think I managed to get over what was required.

'You're a pain slut. You love pain. No crying. And no screaming. You love what you are getting and you think of ways to make the pain worse and beg me to do it. Before you start, get some things from the workshop that you want me to use on you. And bring rubber bands, string, rope, a paddle, a ..'

"Fucking hell, Rob" Paul's voice cut through my thoughts, "hurry up. You don't need to write a fucking book. Just some ideas, that's all, she'll pick up on them and go with it. Promise."

Judy came out of the bathroom before I could write any more.

"Hey slut" said Paul, "Rob's got something for you. Read that and get to work". Paul grabbed the paper, glanced at it, laughed out loud and put it in Judy's hand.

She looked at the words and immediately fell down at Paul's feet, rubbing his crotch, trying to turn him so that he would fuck her instead. "Noooo. No, Paul. I can't do this. It's too much. He's mad. I can't. I can't."

"Oh dear, oh dear. What shall we do then?" Paul smirked. "If you can't do what you're told then we will just have to get someone else to look after Rob. Who could we think of? Did I tell you Rob thinks Lucy is a bit old? Did you know that Rob likes them really young and tender? Rob would fuck babies if he could. Shall we let Anna find out about the real world from Rob? He'd be a good teacher. She would never forget what he taught her."

Fuck, I wanted her to sacrifice her daughter. Paul was right. Young cunt is the best cunt. And young cunt in pain is even better.

"Paul, pleeease. Fuck me again now. We don't need him. It's you I'm doing it for. I only want you. I only want you and your beautiful cock. Just you and me, lover. You don't want other men to spunk in my holes. I want to save everything just for you. Come on, baby," she started undoing his zip. "Fuck me again. Whip me, then piss in my mouth. Fuck my ass again. It's so tender now you'll love it. It'll hurt me so much. I'll do anything for you. I'll lick your ass. I'll eat your shit. I'll do anything for you but don't give me to him. Please fuck me, lover. Don't make me a whore. Please."

It was a good try, but she didn't know Paul. Paul has always been happy to share. Once he was sort of engaged to a girl for a while. Then he got pissed off with her about something and started handing her round to the guys. She thought they were being really cool and that 'swinging' was sooo exciting. It took her a month until she realised he wasn't doing it for kicks. He was doing it for money - 10 for one hole, 20 for all three. If it's a hole you can fuck, Paul doesn't care if its been used by someone else. In fact, he sometimes prefers it that way.

Paul stopped laughing. "I know you're just a slut who needs cock all the time, but you're pissing me off. My friend has told you what to do. Fucking do it. Or do we wait for Anna to come home from school? You've got ten seconds to decide."

"Oh god, no." She cried. "Not Anna, she's only seven. She'd die."

"Five seconds, cunt. Oh, and Rob would probably enjoy that too. Nothing like sticking a knife in a slut’s chest and getting her to choke up blood to improve a blowjob. Times up. What's it to be?"

"You bastards. You fucking, fucking bastards." She got up and you could see the defeat in her eyes. "I'll be back in a minute. I've got to get some things from the workshop."

Chapter 5

Ten minutes later she walked back in the room. I thought she'd done a runner but Paul was confident she wouldn't have the nerve. He was right. He always is.

Somehow she had composed herself. She still wore the schoolgirl outfit because she hadn't been told to change. She had re-done her make-up and there was no sign of the tears that had streaked her face earlier. Her eyes were still red but she now smiled at us both and she nearly fooled me into thinking that she was for real.

"Hi" she said, in that fantastic schoolgirl voice she had almost perfected, "I've been waiting for some real men to come over. I need some special treatment but it's so difficult to get it from the useless fat wimps that pick me up after school. All they want is to play with fresh pussy and get their cocks sucked. I've heard that you really know how to .." she paused to give the words greater effect, ".. how to 'look after' a poor defenceless little girl like me."

She laid a small bundle on the table and slowly unwrapped the cloth surrounding it. "My woodwork teacher at school says that I'm not very good with tools, "she giggled wickedly, "but he doesn't know me very well. I like all kinds of tools and I'm very good at handling them, even some of the bigger ones, but I'm not sure what these are. I found them both in the workshop. Could you men show me how to use them properly? I'm a very willing pupil and I'd love it if you could give me a personal demonstration."

I couldn't think what she would bring to her own torture session. The image of her standing in the workshop carefully selecting tools for me to use on her body went through my mind and my cock pulsed again. She moved round the table and knelt down beside me, placing a hand on the inside of my thigh while her tit pushed against my leg. Her other hand reached under the cloth on the table and pulled out the first of her torture implements.

"Holy fuck" was all I could say. She had actually done it. She was gently rubbing the inside of my thigh, gazing into my eyes, and asking me to demonstrate the correct use of a carpet stapler. She had gone and got a fucking carpet stapler for me to use on her body. I hadn't told her what to get and I didn't really know what I thought she was going to bring back from the workshop .... but for fuck's sake ... a fucking carpet stapler .... this was fucking unreal.

I still can't believe that Paul had her that well trained. All these years later I'm still not sure that she wasn't somehow enjoying this shit.

She kept going. "My tits get all tingly when I see a big tool like this in a man's hands," She licked her lips as she gazed up at me, "does that mean the tool has got something to do with my tits? Look at them .." she pulled open the blouse to show her breasts with the nipples rock hard. "My nipples always throb when I hold this tool and I don't know why. Can you show me?"

Her left hand was now rubbing my cock through my jeans while her right hand caressed the stapler. I was going to lose it very soon. I had been watching Paul whip her, face fuck her and bugger her for nearly two hours. I hadn't cum in a week anyway and being the private audience to Paul's abuse of this willing slut had kept my cock at maximum hardness.

It was no use. Before we went any further I had to cum. I thought I'd try some of Paul's fantasy stuff and see if it worked. I'm no actor, but I can remember lots of bits from films and things. Okay, so they're porno films, is it my fault my education was a bit limited?

"Look tramp," I said "You know you're supposed to address me as 'sir'. This isn't the first time you've blatantly disregarded the rules. You will be punished."

She got into her part immediately. Paul had done one hell of a job on her. "Oh sir, I'm sorry, I try to remember but I keep forgetting because my body is always hot. My nipples get so hard I can't remember things. I try to concentrate in class but my cunt gets all wet. Perhaps if you punish me I will be better. Would you punish me? Please sir."

"Yes" was all I could say - I told you I wasn't an actor. "Get on the table. On your back."

She obeyed immediately and lay there waiting for my next move. I got her to lie with her head over the edge of the table, her knees bent and her feet wide apart. Her blouse was wide open and I pulled her skirt up to her waist to expose her cunt. "Get my cock out and suck on it as I punish you". I realised I was shouting with the excitement, and it struck me that even in a porno movie my lines would sound pretty crap. But I was so hot. She opened my fly and released my throbbing dick.

Gently jacking me off with one hand, she licked my cock head while she used her other hand to cradle my balls. Making an 'O' with her lips she slowly sucked the end of my cock in and out of her mouth, while licking all round the head. Fucking heaven, man. I was having trouble keeping up with the plot. I could have cum just letting her caress my dick with her tongue but I managed to hold back. Reaching for the whip Paul had used earlier I tapped her thighs apart.

"Right, you disobedient slut, this is should help you remember to call me sir." I said and, raising my arm, I sliced the whip down on her inner thigh. She flinched and her legs snapped shut to try to protect her tender thighs, while her mouth gaped open. I may not be an actor but this was something I was really good at. As her mouth opened to scream I drove my cock into her throat. The invading rod of hard flesh made her gag and she tried to push me away.

I moved back, my cock was desperate to cum but I wanted more. "If you even think of not taking my cock all the way into your throat, or of closing your legs or doing anything that pisses me off you will be expelled from the school and I will train Anna to take your place."

My words reached deep into her mind and the reaction was almost immediate. Her legs opened so wide I though her cunt would split. You could see the sinews standing out at the top of her thighs. She begged for forgiveness. "Oh sir, I'm just a bad girl. I need to be punished. Show me how to be a good girl for you. I'll be much better than Anna. Keep me as your special girl. If I'm punished properly I won't forget. Don't use Anna. Please give me another chance, sir. Whip me hard so that I don't forget. Use my tits as well. Punish my nipples. It will help me to remember even better if you work on my tits, sir. Try putting your cock in my mouth again, sir."

She sucked her finger then pulled my raging hard-on back into her mouth as far as it could go. One hand returned to my balls, while the other snaked its way between my legs and her moistened finger pushed its way up my asshole.

I slashed down with the whip again and again, marking the sensitive flesh on her thighs. She writhed beneath me but kept slurping my cock in and out of her mouth as her hand worked its sensual dance on my balls and my prostate was gently tickled by her fingernail. I reached for her puffy nipples with my free hand and twisted hard as my hips moved, punching my cock into her throat.

I desperately wanted to whip her cunt but I couldn't get the right angle until I bent over her body and slammed my dick so far down her neck that her nose was squashed against my body. I was going to cum any second. I held my cock in her throat as I whipped her moistened cunt lips. Her legs snapped shut as the first hit struck home, but immediately she forced herself to part them again. Her vulnerable hole was laid bare for me to smash down again without mercy.

Her attempts to scream around my invading cock, her twisting body, her gagging throat and that finger in my asshole sent me over the top. I spewed huge globs of spunk down her throat. I had been rock hard for over two hours with sperm boiling up in my balls. Now that it was released it seemed like I was spurting forever. My aim went to pieces as my exploding cock took over my brain and I whipped frenziedly at her cunt, legs, belly, tits, anything I could reach.

Slowly my orgasm passed. I stood there trembling as I regained my strength. Judy was limp beneath me.

Chapter 6

"I think you had better take your cock out," said Paul "suffocating her now would be an awful waste."

He was right. My softening dick was still wedged into her throat and it was must have been two or three minutes since her last breath. I pulled out and slapped her face to bring her round. She gasped awake, retched, and rolled off the table onto the floor where she knelt with her body heaving as she coughed and spluttered drool and spunk onto the carpet.

I kicked her in the side and sat down to recover from my efforts. "Enjoy that, you little pain slut? Don't worry - there's plenty more to come. I just had to get rid of that load from my balls before they burst. Now I can concentrate on hurting you properly. Is that what you want?"

She coughed one last time and wiped her mouth. Slipping back into the character she knew she had to play she answered as best she could. "Oh please, sir. Please punish me properly. Please make sure I learn all my lessons well."

I picked up the string she had brought from the workshop. Tying a slipknot in one end I placed it over her tit and told her to pull her nipple outwards so that I could get the string round the meat of her breast. Pulling tight on the string I wrapped it round her tit as tightly as I could several times and then tied another knot to hold it in place. Repeating this action on her other tit got them standing to attention in no time. The colour of her taut flesh was beginning to change to pink as I took two rubber bands and looped them round the base of her nipples as many times as I could. She just knelt there and let me work on her body, as her face alternated between grimaces of pain and false smiles.

"There, that’s got some of the preparation out of the way. Let's see what else you've got in the bag" I said.

She turned back to the table, rubbing her rock hard tits against my thigh. Her hand gently fondled my limp slimy cock as I waited for her humiliation to continue.

"I haven't seen these used before," she said as she pulled a pair of G-clamps from underneath the cloth on the table, "and I don't know what I should do with them. I'm sure that they could be really nasty if they were in the wrong hands. But if someone with the proper experience was to show a little girl like me what to do, I'm sure I would never forget the lesson."

Fucking hell. She was really good. My cock was starting to recover already and it seemed that I should start the lesson now. "Yeah," I said. "These are special clamps to give you nice hard tits. You won't need no 'push-up' bra with these babies. And once they're on you've got the added bonus of a couple of good handles for me to grip onto. Come here, give me your tits and I'll show you how they work."

She swallowed hard as she sat up on the floor and put her hands behind her head to thrust her breasts towards me.

"I'd love to have big firm tits like those models, sir." she pouted "You've already made my breasts much better than they were and I love the colour, but I would be so grateful if you maker them even bigger. Will these clamps really make my tits push out hard so that I can show them off to the boys? I hope they hurt as well. When my tits hurt my nipples get really hard and my cunt gets so wet and I get all tingly. I like that. Can you make my tits hurt, sir? Please do it, sir."

I reached down and positioned the clamp ends around the underside of her left tit, and started to turn the screw. As it squeezed her flesh from underneath, the top of her breast began to stand out even further from her chest and even though the rubber band round the nipple was cutting off the blood supply, the pressure of the clamp forced the bud to become even more engorged. Once the clamp was attached firmly enough to hold on its own, I placed the other clamp on her right breast and repeated the action.

"Oh god, that hurts, sir." she moaned the words with a sweet tone as if she was getting her clit licked, instead of having her tits tortured. "Do it some more please. My tits look so lovely when they push out like that. All the boys will love them, sir. I'd love to get the football team to look, and if they get even bigger I'm sure they would pay attention to me."

"Don't you worry, you little fuck slut. They'll be lots bigger before we finish. All the boys will be wanting to get their hands on them. And the more they grab and maul them, the more they will hurt."

She had moved both hands to my cock and was gently jacking it back to rock hardness. One hand at the base and the other gently encircling the head. I started tightening the clamps, sometimes together, sometimes separately so that one tit got bigger than the other before I evened up the pressure again. The clamps were squeezing her already swollen breasts from beneath, taking her flesh to a hardness that was like bone. The nipples were so rigid I wasn't sure if I would be able to squeeze them to increase her agony. Fucking hell, she was a sight. The two G-clamps hanging from beneath her breasts, the dark red colour of her skin, the distorted shape of her tits and the throbbing nipples that seemed to be pulsing visibly, made her look like some masochistic cartoon from a pornographic computer game.

The whole time she kept on talking. I reckoned it was to stop herself crying. If she could keep thinking up words to go with the show then she could try to ignore the pain. If she stopped to think about what was happening she would realise the full extent of the agony she was going through.

"Oh, they're really getting big now, sir. And they hurt so much. My cunt's all wet. My cunt juices are starting to drip down my thighs. You're a real expert, sir. Will you keep showing me how to look good? Look at my nipples. They're huge. I hope they don't burst. The boys will love my tits like this. But they do hurt so much. I'll let the boys feel them and then they will like me. They might let me get their cocks out if I let them play with my tits. My cunt needs cocks to stop the tingling feelings. Would you help me, sir? Please help my cunt. It needs to be rubbed. Please, sir, please rub my cunt while you squeeze my tits."

My cock was getting really hard again as I reached the limit that I could turn the clamp screws. The clamps just wouldn't squeeze the flesh any tighter, and I knew the bruising would be with her for weeks. The thought of how her tits would look in the morning sent another quiver through my cock, which she still gently caressed. I hoped Paul would let me come back again soon so I could work on those bruises.

I ignored her pleas for relief for her hot cunt and sat back to study her body. "Okay slut, lesson one is over. That's the best way to use G-clamps. Now it’s time for lesson two. Let's show you how to use a stapler."

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