The Perfect Vengeance Fuck Plot

[This story is completely invented, and has no relationship to any real people or activities.  Also, we do NOT advocate that any actions in this story be acted on.  This story is complete fantasy, and intended to remain complete and total fantasy.]

 

 

The Perfect Vengeance Fuck Plot

By: Haelix

 

 

Hello, my name is Drew.  I’m 25 years old and I’m fucking pissed.  Here’s the story.  I had been dating the coolest, most beautiful girl in the world for two years.  She liked experimenting.  She loved anal.  Absolutely gorgeous body with a pussy that tasted like raspberries every time.  Well, not all the time, but you know what I mean.

For the past five months, the sex had dried up and the time she spent with me weekly could be counted on an egg timer.  She’d often conveniently “forget” to tell me she hung out with so and so, or it just slipped her mind that this guy from her school just popped by randomly while she had told me she couldn’t hang out because she was so busy. 

            I had had enough, so I started snooping around.  And surprise surprise, it turns out that this military puke guy, named Scott, was dicking my girl on a regular basis.  Now, at this point, most guys would barge in and start swinging.  This was a hurt much too deep to be settled with a cheap fist fight and 18 months in jail for assault.  I began plotting and planning revenge.  Four months of grinning and kissing a girl that I knew was banging someone else.  Four months of hanging out with this fucking Scott asshole and drinking beers with him at parties even though I knew he was spending more time with MY girlfriend than I was.  But in those four months, I found out that he had a 16 year old sister.  Oh this was not going to end in a simple fist fight.  It was time to fuck up his soul.  I was going to do things to him that would have him begging for the rustiest pair of safety scissors he could find to start cutting into his veins to escape the pain I was putting him thru, mentally. 

            So, I hear from Scott that his parents are heading out of town for a month during the summer.  He’s heading off to training for a week or so.  His sister will be home all alone.  If the stars lined up any more perfectly, you’d look up at night to see a second moon and nothing else in the sky. 

            I enlisted the services of a couple of my buddies who were aching to get their hands on fresh, jailbait ass and they had enough confidence in the righteousness of my wrath to know that even God wouldn’t step in the way of this plan.  After a few nights in my basement doing some “construction”, and a few days waiting for some internet purchases to arrive, everything was a go. 

            I’ll set the scene.  I’m about 6’2’’, decent build.  I’m not packing porn-star sized equipment but it ain’t a toothpick.  Joe’s a bit larger, a bit shorter, and has been illegally jacking it to authentic teenie porn from the internet since he got his drivers license.  He’s a year my senior.  And then there’s Dom.  Taller than me, skinnier, lives with his parents still at 28.  The epitome of a pedophile. 

            I’m about to bring fresh meat to a pair of ravenous dogs.  It’s Christmas in the summer and I’m god damned Santa Claus.  Ho ho ho bitches.

 

            We had been scouting the house all day waiting for the parents to leave.  Around 9 o’clock, mom and pops decide to leave their precious little 16 year old Ashley at home while they vacation somewhere where no one speaks English, to perpetuate the stereotype of the “stupid American.”  I had seen pictures of Ashley.  5’6’’, very athletic, tennis and soccer, if I remember correctly, so you know the thighs and ass were deliciously built and sculpted for a slappably fun deep dicking all night long.  Packing a generous B-cup, high cheek bones and deep green eyes to contrast the, more blonde than dirty-blonde hair that hung an inch below shoulder-length, she provided the happy ending to many a high school boy’s wet dream.  And we were going to do things to this girl that even a Dionysian Temple orgy would look on and give nod. 

            And so it begins.  We packed a duffle bag full of assorted necessities.  Rope, duct tape, scissors.  Sporting black jumpsuits and ski-masks, we slipped in an unlocked back door.  As Dane Cook says, if there’s something more important than sex to a guy… it’s a Heist!  And this just happened to be a heist, with sex planned later.  You could drown in our apprehensive delight. 

Once inside the house, sounds of some god-awful generic MTV band came from the living room along with, I assumed, Ashley talking on the phone to someone.  Her voice was lyrical and schizophrenic in only the way that an innocent teenage girl’s voice can be.  “No, they’re gone for a while and my brother won’t be back for a week!  You have to steal some of your parents’ tequila and come over.  Maybe we’ll call up some boys and have a real party!  …… Your parents never even notice if you’re around you’re almost 20 for fucks sake! Oh come on Tess, THE. WHOLE. HOUSE. TO. OURSELVES!”  After a second she squealed with delight in a way that caused a wet spot to form on the front of Dom’s already tight pants.  “Alright… see you in thirty minutes!  T-T-Y-L” And she hung up.  The girl actually said the letters T T Y L.  Oh she was going to fucking get it double.  This sort of internet buffoonery peppered into an already bastardized English vocabulary MUST be stopped.  And if Fucking it out of the English language is the only way to remove it, I’m a cock-soldier reporting for duty! 

After the phone conversation we just heard, Joe turned to me with a look of a munchie-fiending pothead walking up to a dessert buffet. 

So, our luck had just changed for the better!  Now instead of one girl, we were going to get to play with two.  And everyone knows girls are like Voltron, the more you stack together, the better it is.  I looked around to see grins from ear to ear on my compatriots and now was the test.  Could we wait thirty minutes and bag em together, or should we begin the fun now with Ashley.  Luckily, I was packing more brains than balls, which makes for a very substantially packed brain, and decided that we should see where this would go, and wait for both of the girls to arrive.  Hey, if Tess brought Tequila, it’d make their struggling a lot easier. 

We hid in the double-wide, two-door, walk-in pantry the size of Joe’s shitty apartment, and listened as Ashley ran upstairs to take a shower.  It took all the willpower in our bodies not to go look, but we had bigger plans than a NC-17 rated shower scene when we knew we were about to rock porn harder than Ron Jeremy and Rocco Siffredi put together.

A bitter-fresh, cucumber-melon smelling Ashley walked inches from our pantry door in a towel giving all of us a harsh scare.  We hadn’t heard her come down.  Wet hair and a moist B to small C sized cleavage on a petite girl was a godsend.  And she used Herbal Essence.  NOTHING smells better than girl hair and herbal essence.  Oh this was going to be a life-changing ordeal for more than just her. 

She went upstairs and changed into some tight low-cut, faded Abercrombie jeans and one of those snug-fitting random, Pastel-Yellow colored t-shirts with the V, pre-cut, to look like a pair of scissors did it, at the neckline with the short, half-sleeve affair that teases every nerdy boy sitting beside her with the hopes of maybe when she raises her hand, they’ll glimpse a side-boob shot.  Who knows what kind of perfume or body spray shit she sprayed on top of her scented body wash.  It made my eyes sting a bit but it sure smelled like Hot Teen-Slut fragrance to me and my boys.

Finally after all the waiting, “Tess” arrives.  We couldn’t see her but the pair of slutty voices and the cramped pantry space made hiding erections impossible for each of us.  We suffered knowing that the night would get much better than being cramped in a pantry, feeling schlong jabbing into your kidney. 

They both came into the kitchen and started doing shots of Tequila like champs.  After 15 minutes they started talking about which boys they should call over, and that’s when we made our move.  We didn’t want to do murder here.  No our intentions weren’t that dark.  We just wanted a solid vengeance fuck set to ruin a number of lives in the name of Fair’s Fair.  You take something precious from me, and I’ll steal EVERYTHING precious to you.  It’s in the bible.  Real Hebrew shit.  Check it out.  Like the 11^th commandment or something.  Eye for an eye.  Pussy for a pussy.

Our trap was sprung premature as Tess walked over and opened the door on us.  Dom moved first, striking out with his hand to slap Tess square on the cheek.  Good move.  This stunned her for the extra second we needed to pile out of the pantry and pounce.  Dom grabbed a deliciously dressed Tess, cupping her mouth and securing her arms.  I ran for Ashley who didn’t get far thanks to mister Jose Cuervo.  Within 10 seconds of us piling out of the pantry the girls were held down and after 20 seconds, duct tape was securely over the mouths of both.  For a hat-trick of horny bumbling twenty-something computer nerds, it was definitely not amateur night.

I had planned on just having the one girl, though I had brought more rope than even Rambo could ever use.  The alcohol was properly setting in on the girls as their sobs even sounded slurred.  Ashley’s eye-liner and whorish mascara, that I’m guessing her parents never quite approved of, was running in the most erotic display of crying I had ever seen.  I tied her arms with a bit of rope securely behind her back at the wrists and above the elbows causing her breasts to jut out in a wonderfully obscene manner.  We had them seated at heavy, wooden kitchen chairs and I put a decent length of rope thru each of their elbow restraints, tying them to the chairs for extra insurance.  They weren’t tied to the chair other than that length of rope connecting their elbow restraints to the chair.

Dom had been working on Tess; he obviously hadn’t been in Boy Scout’s because I had to tie a good knot in the rope for him.  He was lucky that she was overwhelmed by the surprise otherwise we might’ve had a runner.  And running always puts me in a bad mood.    

I stopped to drink in the sight of our newly acquired harem; a quick sigh of relief that would be fully realized once they were safely back at my house.   There must have been something in the water in this area because Tess was just my style.  A little extra meat on her, and the whole miss I-wanna-fit-in-with-the-goth-kids thing going for her.  I bet you money that every piece of her clothing even down to her panties, which we would verify later, was bought at Hot Topic.  Black eye liner, dyed black hair that seemed to have a hint of purple in it, and a black gothic Hello-goddamn-Kitty spaghetti-strapped shirt.  I adored her in that shirt because she had full C’s that stretched her shirt so it got those rippley stretchy ripples in between her boobs.  GOD I love those ripples  And she must have also been looking to get laid tonight because contrasting the black shirt was a bright red bra saying fuck-me-while-I-look-out-the-window-for-parents.  Oh it was too cute; it even had little skulls on it.  I chuckled thinking “we’ll see how hardcore you are with a healthy 7inch cock in your ass.”  This scenario was made readily available by the fact that she had decided to wear a mid-thigh black with dark purple polka-dot-trimmed skirt.  And oh my god… black corset-like boots.  MMMM… we’d leave those boots on and have a good time later.  I had never seen boots that lace up in the back leaving a clean leather-latexish looking front.  Nothing makes a girl feel like a sexy whore like fucking with a pair of knee-high boots on.

We stood around for a few minutes marveling our handy work while the girls cried harder and harder, their eyes pleading full innocence for a crime they were never guilty of.  I believed them.  The innocence made the revenge sweeter.  Dom, Joe and I began discussing how to get them out the back easiest when Ashley jumped up and took off running for the door.  I quickly held up my hand for Dom and Joe not to chase after her, and I watched with a smirk fit for the God of Irony on his best day.  Close enough to breathe hot air and fog the door’s window pane, the rope ran out and she snapped back hard against the restraints dropping her backwards to the floor while toppling the wooden dinner chair.  She hit her head with a sickening thud and was out cold.  I hoped for a second that she hadn’t dislocated her shoulders, and then for another second, I hoped she had.  But, no matter, I liked seeing that fighting spirit still in her. Even though she was more the type for the other guys, she had a spirit which would be fun to break.  Tess seemed to just be sitting there in a solitary state of acquiescence.  All her tears had stopped for a bit, her eyes glazed over staring at the tiles in the floor.  I knew she was going to be my special friend.  She just didn’t know it yet.  I was going to take this illegal opportunity to live out every fantasy I’d ever wanted to live out.

So, I had planned on one girl.  Now we had two.  Let the nasty begin. 

 

“Tess,” I coo’ed to her, “Teesssss” I sweetly whispered when she didn’t respond.  She slowly looked up at me, not wanting to meet my gaze.  “Stand up.”  She sat frozen.  So be it.  Fashioning a slip-knot, I placed it over her head, and now she was in the same predicament as a dog with a choke-collar on.  Her eyes got a little wider but she didn’t fight.  I slowly pulled the rope up vertically, causing the collar to get tighter.  I watched her eyes and continued slowly pulling the rope higher, tighter.  She was eye-begging me not to continue what she knew must be coming.  The noose was getting tighter and tighter, pinching and biting into her pale neck skin.  This trophy was too precious to damage, but I had to set her straight from the beginning.   Finally when the air supply started dwindling and her neck was stretched as far as it could go, she stood up.  And started crying anew. 

“Now, that wasn’t so hard.   We’re going to be friends Tess, you’ll see.  Just because I’ve got some lovely things planned for you and your friend doesn’t mean we don’t have to be civil about this”  Then I added as sweetly as possible, “But just a bit of advice, lets try to do things the first time I ask if you’d like to get out of this with as few scars as possible.”  I figured psychologically, if they didn’t know how bad it was going to get, they would hope for the best and be easier to corral outside and into the van.  The plan altered at this point to emphasize my seriousness.

“Bend over the table.”  She looked up with a hint of… was it defiance or daring?  Did she think this was a game?  A prank that we’d all laugh at later?  She was trying to plead with my sensibilities again with the most adorable pair of black-eye-lined puppy dog eyes I’d ever seen.  Now, I’m not a violent person.  I’m very sensible.  She didn’t get it and I needed for her to “get it” so there’d be no confusion as to how things were going to run.  I took a step towards her and she stood straighter for some reason.  That defiance again?  Regardless, I thrust my hand under her skirt lightening quick before she even had a chance to completely close her legs.  I had my hand resting idly on her warm mound in that perfect position where my two middle fingers were resting on either side of the slit, and my two outside fingers were bent easily, comfortably back on the insides of her thighs. 

There was no need for violence.  With my hand resting on her secret, it set in slowly.  She knew I could do anything.  I looked her in the eyes smiling.  Her return stare was weighing, judging, curious, and furious all at the same time.  I spoke up softly, seductively, “I knew we’d become fast friends Tess.”

Her legs began squirming, trying to repel an unwelcome guest in an unwelcoming house using gestures instead of commands.  She wasn’t going to beg me to not touch her and that’s what I was quickly coming to love about her.  She knew begging me not to touch her, or to let her go, was just going to turn us on more.  She wasn’t going to give us the pleasure of the “No!” and in that one moment with my hand up the skirt of a random victim, I fell in love.  Oh I couldn’t show it.  I couldn’t let on.  She would eventually probably run tell the cops.  She would be my downfall if I let feelings get the better of me.  She was a smart girl.  I didn’t have to always be in control, but I felt it odd that in this moment, with her helpless, defenseless and slightly drunk, she still wasn’t giving in, but she also wasn’t resisting to a level demanding retaliation.

My hand remained hidden beneath her skirt and I reiterated the order with a slight, steady, pinching pressure of her left mound between my thumb and ring-finger.  “Bend over the table.  I won’t ask kindly again.”  Again, she stood silent.  Cold blue eyes staring me down, seeing if I was bluffing.  Testing her newly formed boundaries.

With my hand and pressure never changing, I calmly looked over to see Joe and Dom both giving me strange looks at why I wasn’t slapping the shit out of this tag-along cunt.  I looked at Joe and said, “Joe, would you please take off Ashley’s shirt and bra and Dom, if you’d rummage thru the drawers here and find me some corn-cob skewers or any skewers really and if we could turn on the stove and find a spoon and some bleach from under the sink and any rubber bands you can find.”  I was throwing out random things I could think of on the spot that might have horrible uses on a topless girl and I was rewarded with Tess giving a start.  Ha.  She had anticipated me hurting her, not her friend.

Joe pounced on top of Ashley and ripped the shirt slowly from the pre-cut V, down the valley of pushup bra cleavage, down a smooth, tan stomach and finally ripping the fabric apart at the bottom, somewhere south of her belly button, but north of her low-rise jeans.  I was surprised he didn’t just tear into her, he was taking his time, and that’s what this whole thing was about.  Camaraderie and male bonding, enjoying ourselves while also deeply hurting someone who had hurt me.

Joe reached up on the counter for a steak knife, eased it from the wooden knife block, and brought it down to the warm skin below the passed-out Ashley’s bra-line.  Dom was rummaging thru drawers looking for skewers I guess. 

It’s funny.  With your hand on someone’s crotch, you don’t even have to look at the person to know exactly how they’re standing or where they’re heading next.  I felt Tess’ thigh muscles tense slightly in anticipation to take a few steps to the table and sure enough, a half second later, she lifted one boot and took a step towards the table, my hand sliding out from between her legs as she moved to the table and bent over it. 

See, for me, forcing someone to do something thru pain is good, but you know deep down, it’s MUCH more traumatic when they’re doing what you want without the immediate threat of pain to themselves.  If you’re being hurt and you do something you don’t want to, you can easily rationalize it as doing what needs to be done to make the pain stop.  It’s the whole principle behind torture.  However, it adds skeletons to closets when they do it without pain because then they don’t have the easy rationalization.  And “well I did this so you wouldn’t get hurt” eventually turns to resentment at the very least.  

Bending over the table, her skirt rose up to that hot line where the thighs end and the ass begins.  I took a quick second to smell my musky hand.  Oh come on, like you wouldn’t have done that.  Well maybe you wouldn’t admit it, but I LOVE the smell of pussy to a fault almost.  I’d almost rather go down on a girl than fuck her.  I just love it. 

She stayed in place with her arms secured behind her, and her breasts smushed gently between her chest and the table causing them to peek out more on the sides and out the top of her spaghetti-strap shirt.  “Hello Kiiiiitttyy!!” I growled lustfully as I saw the back parts of her pussy peeking out behind the risen skirt.  I took a few moments to trace the hem of her skirt against her ass.  I couldn’t wait to bury my face in that crotch.  But… patience.  Joe and Dom looked on longingly, alternating between looking at me and this girl, and the passed out sack of potatoes on the kitchen floor. Dom had found skewers and started over towards Ashley.  I shook my head, giving the wave-off.  I don’t think he could’ve actually gone thru with piercing this girl.  I might though eventually just for fun.  But I wouldn’t ask him to. 

“Let’s go ahead and spread your legs.”  She obeyed slowly.  Too slow for me, so I took the other end of the choke-collar rope-leash and whipped it against the backs of her creamy legs, leaving an angry red line to the sound of a muffled “OW!”.  I flipped her skirt up over her hips and slid my fingers into the waistline of the hottest pair of boy-cut-black panties I had ever seen.  There was a bit of a darker, wet black in the center of her panties.  I smiled and ran my fingers idly over her back end on the edge of this table, displayed for all of us to see.  I traced the skin right above the lacy waist elastic and then traced the skin around the bottoms of her panties.  Running a finger from the outside of her thigh, along the no-mans-land where cloth borders pale skin along her left butt cheek, down into the chasm, sliding a finger slowly up and down an already wet slit several times before moving out to the right butt cheek and thigh.  I was toying with her.  I was hard as hell and it was almost a personal game to see how long I could go before I just dove in and got off. 

Joe spoke up, “Jesus Christ, Drew, she’s already fucking wet!  What a fucking find, man!  19 and she’s a sloppy snatch after getting tied up and whipped a bit.” 

Dom made a move to reach over and play mister grabby hands but I slapped his hand away.  “Not yet!” I said forcefully, almost possessively.  “You two carry Barbie out to the van, and I’ll walk out my new friend Tessie,” I said in as condescending way as possible.

They carried Ashley out the door, to the van and slid her inside.  I turned my attentions back to my new toy.  I looped both index fingers in the waist of her panties and slowly slid them down.  Very slowly.  I know this had to be degrading for her.  Here she was tied up and her ass was already exposed to the world with her skirt flipped up.  Dom had already commented on how wet she was, which for some reason had made her blush a bright red.  I had forgotten to mention that.  But at Dom’s comment, she made this motion like she was trying to bury her head into the wood and her face got bright red.  I never understood why girls didn’t like being told that they were wet, or marveling at how wet they were, like it was some great crime for them to be enjoying themselves and just hanging out being wet.  Dudes hung out with boners all day long.  It’s called Health Class. 

 

But I knew this was going to be very embarrassing for her, being completely exposed “down there.”  And I loved it.  I took my time slowly sliding her panties down as Dom and Joe were returning from the van.  “Damn man, take her shit off already, and let’s see that hot pussy!!” Dom exclaimed.  I could’ve kissed him as I knew this was all just making it worse for Tess.  With her panties half-off, I looked over at my friends and asked, “Do you guys want to smell her?  It’s good!” 

I turned her secrets into a public display for all.  I loved it.  Joe was first up, kneeling down behind Tess’ sweet ass.  Dom stepped to his side, running his hands creepily over Tess’ back and along the sides of her breasts.  Joe was running his hands up and down the boots and thighs of our newfound object while rubbing his nose in her crotch.  She was mortified by such a subtle violation and began silently sobbing.  Embarrassed beyond her ability to cope.  I loved it.

*SMACK*  Dom broke the erotic moment with a sharp slap on Tess’ ass bringing us all from our focus. 

*SMACK* again.  I smiled awkwardly.  This has always been my problem, getting too attached for no reason to girls that were not good for me.  For some reason I felt a stab of jealousy now at them smelling the crotch of MY toy and slapping the ass, well, MY ass essentially.  I hastily threw out, “Alright alright, let’s get her to the van before Barbie wakes up.  Go check on her please.”

After they left, I removed Tess’ panties.  They were sopping wet.  I whispered in her ear, “Wow, someone’s been getting excited.”  And again she just shook her head sobbing.  I flipped her skirt back down and told her to stand up.  She had trouble pushing herself up with her hands behind her back, but after bouncing off her chest a couple of times, she managed back up to standing.  I said a little thick and I was right, she apparently wasn’t in the gym much.  Mmm nice and soft skin, no hard muscles, but nice and soft and feminine. 

I led Tess by the leash out to the van and stepped inside.  I had Dom and Joe take off the pants and panties of the passed out Ashley while I untied Tess’ hands and arms and laid her on her back, keeping a firm grip on her hands.  I parted her legs, flipped her skirt up and laid Ashley face-first in Tess’ warm slit.  From the looks of things, Ashley’s chin was resting right on or around Tess’ clit.  That’d make the bumpy ride Extra fun I bet hehe.  Tess began struggling a bit but a sharp snap ended her thrashing.  I crossed Ashley’s limp legs behind Tess’ head, letting that precious dyed-black, asymmetrical emo-punk-scene haircut of hers rest against the crossed, tan legs of her friend.  We wanted our lesbian forced scene to come with a bit of ergonomical comfort for those lucky to be involved.  No one likes a crimped neck in the morning from too much clam-diving. 

I secured a rope looped behind Ashley’s head and neck, running down between Tess’ legs, up her sides, and fastened it snugly to Ashley’s bare, cross-legged ankles.  This made it so that when Ashley woke up, if she tried to pull her head out of her friend’s hot box, this would pull the rope attached to her ankles, pulling her legs tighter in, forcing Tess’ head into her own vag.  It was a dirty lesbian see-saw and I was loving every second of it!  From the sweet aroma coming from Tess, she was too and I was just praying Ashley wouldn’t drown in the juices before she woke up. 

I then bent Tess’ legs up at the knee and placed a pillow under her ass, raising it up, giving full access to sensitive areas for the warm breathing of the still-passed-out Ashley.  I ran a length of rope looped behind Tess’ head running to her ankles so that she could control just how much she sat up by kicking her feet out.  Sitting up would have her buried face deep in girl ass, while reclining back away from her younger friends slit, would draw her ankles in, tilting her pelvis up giving Ashley nothing but sweet, sweet emo-crotch to breath on. 

Oh choices, choices.  I turned on a small light, got out a video camera, and started filming while Dom drove back to my house.  The fun was about to begin on a long bumpy road that would ultimately end with me thinking of some way to get Scott to unknowing fuck his own sister on film, and after the deed was done, sending him a copy of the tape to ponder his rampant, reckless pussy fucking behavior.  But so far, things were going smoothly, and Ashley should be waking up soon, and Tess was already squirming her hips around whilst still crying silently.  No doubt in a heavy state of anguish at her own body betraying her now.  She probably can’t even help the slow pelvic thrusts trying to get more contact and friction on that sweet spot while trying to keep her own face out of Ashley’s unconscious pussy.  Fun, Fun Indeed!

 

 

 

Chapter Two – The Van

 

We had about a thirty minute car ride back to my house.  I have never been one to waste time when there’s work to be done.  And when your work involves a pair of helpless girls, mostly naked, tied up in your buddy’s van, even the laziest bastard would think about being proactive. 

You can plan and plan for a heist like this, but it’s not until it’s actually happening that you truly appreciate just how clever your own mind is.  I had a cup of water from a tasty pseudo-scottish-named-yet-americanized burger chain with a stellar dollar menu.  They also have great straws, you know, the nice thick ones that make for good rail-snorting.

Oh, I had forgotten to mention, this was the kind of van you’d see a crappy band touring in.  Not one of those plush full-sized conversion vans, but the dirty kind, you know, that smelled of lots of swamp-ass from road trips with no A/C.  We had removed the center bench seat prior to this whole endeavor, giving us a nice play-space with the back bench still intact to watch from. 

So, Tess is on her back, skirt flipped up with Ashley’s face secured between deliciously thick thighs.  I removed both pieces of duct tape covering their mouths.  Tess’ pale hips have started a steady squirming; the shame painted on her face like cheap stage makeup.

Dom was driving and Joe was twisted around in the passenger seat not wanting to miss a second.  At second glance, Dom was only half-driving.  He had angled the rear-view mirror to point directly at the gorgeous scene playing out before us all; it’d be a miracle if he got us home safely. 

I was sitting in the back with the girls and reached over for the McD…er… burger chain cup.  (However, No fries or chicken nuggets were hurt during the raping of these girls!)  This would be a wakeup to remember.  I called Joe into the back seat with me. 

Tess was squirming more and more with a precious look of complete and utter frustration.  I think she had even forgotten that we were all here and that she was tied up.  Her entire focus seemed to be centered on a burning need in her crotch, a passed-out girl breathing slowly on her pussy, and her being unable to do anything about it.  She was zoned out… not paying any attention to us.  I whispered over them to Joe to slowly spread Ashley’s ass cheeks. 

A bit immature, but nonetheless completely amusing, Joe spread her cheeks.  I wanted to take a picture.  We had this young, 16 year old asshole, inches above a pretty, wanna-be-goth girl lost in trying to pleasure herself on anything she could get to touch her.  I dipped the straw in the water, tipped my finger over one end to hold the water in, and slowly started dropping water on Ashley’s asshole.  The first drop landed to no effect.  However, the second drop caused her little starfish to pucker involuntarily.  With the third drop landing, a tornado of motion ensued.

Ashley jerked her head up, screaming, which pulled on the rope on her head, and caused her ankles to fly forward towards her ass, which caused the zoned out Tess to fly into Ashley’s crotch.  Tess, realizing that she was nose-deep in pussy jerked her head back against Ashley’s legs, causing Ashley’s head to swing down and land in her own pussy with force, as Ashley was unprepared for something to pull her head down.  The impact of her face, coupled with a good 10 minutes of teasing, sent Tess’ thighs clamping down hard, almost involuntarily, on Ashley’s head for a few seconds, and with Ashley squirming again to get free, the motion sent Tess to girl heaven to the sounds of euphoric screaming.

Joe and I started clapping and cheering!  Ashley, realizing her predicament, turned her head to the side, with her cheek resting on the very wet slit of her friend.  She was outright crying now.  Her back jerking and heaving on beat with sniffles and whines and cries.  Tess, with a mixed look of contentment, satisfaction, and complete embarrassment, tried to find the balance point of keeping her head out of her friend’s crotch.  Her face was bright red from her exertion and shame. 

I spoke proudly, “So Ashley, how’d you like your first taste?  You must’ve done a great job, your friend here got off faster than a boy in a pussy for the first time!  Hey Joe, what was it one pump or two for your first time?”

“Ha!  Two and a half strokes… Dom’s sister wasn’t very tight.”

Dom, from the driver’s seat added, “Motherfucker!”  It was the running joke.  Dom’s sister was hot though, I sat thinking for a second before he added, “But when I fucked for the first time, I barely got my dick in her asshole before I came… but dude... my first time was in an asshole… That’s gotta count for something.”

“Yeah... a shitty time for her.” I said.

             “Hey, at least I get off Every time!” Dom added without missing a beat.  No wonder he was doomed to a life of mooching off female friends of his buddies girlfriends. 

            I turned back to the, um, entertainment.  “So Ashley, you never answered me about if you liked Tess’ pussy or not?”  More crying was her response.  I slapped her ass Hard.  *SWACK*  She screamed and started trying to shake herself free of an obviously helpless dilatation.  Tess just laid back as best she could, trying not to get aroused again.  Ashley kept screaming and thrashing about as best she could to no avail. 

            Joe spoke up.  “Hey Bitch, we can be civil about this, or we can thrash about like a damn pinball!  You know what happens to pinballs?  You put your fingers in them!”  And he laid his fingers at the entrance of her asshole and pussy. 

            “Are you fucking serious Joe?  It’s a bowling ball, not a pinball… jesus.  Uh, however good thinking.”  I said.  I prayed it was the excitement that had him this fucking brain-dead.  But with Joe’s index finger taping threateningly on her asshole, Ashley froze.  Smart girl.  She realized that she’d be unable to stop him if he decided to turn her ass into finger-mittens.  Then I added, “And I also like her new name.  I think we need to change the situation a bit, Tess, I think, needs to get off again.”

            Tess started shaking her head about, “No I don’t, you guys are fucking assholes and you won’t get away with this!!   What the fuck is your problem???”

            Joe looked at me incredulously.  I didn’t even respond to her questions, but slid over and pushed Ashley’s head face-down in Tess’ pussy again, then used some rope around Tess’ thighs to tie Ashley’s head securely right in her crotch.  Ashley started jerking around again, trying desperately to get out of her new facemask.  I looked over at Joe and nodded.  Joe licked his finger and roughly inserted his index finger up to the first knuckle into Ashley’s asshole.  She squealed loudly into Tess’ snatch and thrashed about for another second before I said firmly, “Bitch is your new name now, and if you don’t stop squirming, I’m going to give Joe the go-ahead to drop in two-knuckles-deep.”  And she froze again, breathing loudly out of her nose, as her mouth was in a nether-lip-lock with Tess.  “Now that’s better, Bitch.  Now I’m going to ask you some questions and I want you to respond by shaking your head slowly up and down for yes, or side to side for no.”  She sighed dejectedly and Tess looked at me wide-eyed from behind Ashley’s ass.  Tess knew I was doing this to torture her with each yes or no, up and down or side to side answer from Ashley slowly bringing her closer to another betraying orgasm. 

            I began the questioning, “Now Bitch, let me set the stage, and lay down some rules.  Little Tessie,” I cooed, ”these go for you too.  You now belong to us.  You will not talk to us unless we ask you a question, at which point, you will respond immediately.  When speaking to us you will refer to us as Sir, or Master.  We’ll get into more rules later at the house.  Now Bitch, you do like your new name right?”

            She began sobbing again, her back and shoulders shaking slightly with the sobs.  She slowly moved her head side to side saying “No”, no doubt some part of her face was slowly rubbing Tess’ clit band and forth.  Tess breathed out in focused whispers, no doubt trying to think of anything except her friend’s face blubbering around in her wet pussy. 

            “Aw Bitch, you don’t like it?  Well I think it suits you just fine.  You and your brother are both little bitches.”  I added that in there just because I was trying to seriously scar this girl, and insulting one of her heroes was a slow beginning to getting her off balance… she knew I knew she had a brother now.  She stiffened at his name.  “I bet you’re really going to enjoy fucking him while we film it.  You are going to fuck your brother.  He arranged all of this.”  I said bluffing my ass off

            But that gave a pretty good “NO” shake from Ashley’s head, taking Tess’s whispered moaning to something a lot more sultry and whorish; her breathing coming more quickly almost panting like a dog.  “You know Bitch, I think you’re enjoying Joe’s finger in your asshole.  Kinda makes you feel like you’ve gotta shit, maybe we should add another finger?”  I shook my head at Joe to let him know I was bluffing, and following through, he tapped his middle finger on her asshole next to the already-inserted index finger.  She shook her head faster, struggling against her bonds, her face frantic to free herself, which brought Tess over edge.

            Her breathing raced shallow, “ah Ah AHHHHH” and she came again.

Poor Ashley must’ve gotten some juices dribbling down into her nose because she started frantically breathing out hard thru her nose and jerking her head around.  Tess’ continued “AHHHHH” with her hips full on bucking against Ashley’s head, captive between her thighs.  It was a delight to behold.  And with her cumming again, Joe and Dom broke out into cheering and all sorts of foul language.  I was positively beaming. 

When she quit cumming and came back to us in the real world, Tess spoke up, “You guys… have to stop… this is sooooo wrong”  Joe dropped his finger another knuckle into Ashley’s asshole, causing Ashley to thrash about all the more.  I slapped Ashley’s ass again hard *SWAT* and she slowed her thrashing.

“Tessie, breaking the rules will result in you and your friend getting hurt.  I’d suggest you start following them.  Right now its only fingers, just wait until we’re at my house and its live, horny dogs or inflatable dildo’s threatening to split her apart or cattle prods lodged gently in YOUR ass.  Have you ever been flushed out inside with freezing water?  Your insides try to spin in knots, cramping.  Or how about sucking off a dog in hopes that you’ll get it to cum and go flaccid before it fucks your friend in the ass.  Oh yes, there are going to be some tough times ahead.  We’re all friendly now.  But mark my words, when we get back on my turf, fucking up WILL result in spinning our Fuck-Wheel.  It’s a pretty neat game we sat around drunk writing up with the most depraved and despicable things we could think of.  Joe, why don’t you let Little Tessie here clean your fingers.  She should start getting used to her friend’s juices and smells.”

Joe slopped his fingers out of Ashley’s asshole with a grunt followed by a short sigh of relief from Ashley.  Tess closed her mouth tight and tried to turn her head away from Joe.  Joe simply used his clean hand to hold her head steady, and used his thumb and pinky of the dirty hand to pinch her nose shut, lightly resting the offensive finger on her lips.  After several seconds, Tess gave in and opened her mouth, gulping in air.  Joe slid his finger in her mouth and added, “If you bite it, I’ll fucking staple your vagina lips together.  Now lick it, swirl your tongue around it like it’s a cock.”  Tess closed her eyes tight, attempting to close her soul off to the beginning of this tragic predicament.  I looked over at Joe who smiled at me and looked over his shoulder at Dom looking in the mirror, “Oh yeah, she’s got some tongue skills boys… “ 

Tears started pooling near the bridge of Tess’ nose, and after a minute of sucking sounds and Tess’ head slinking and bobbing very erotically, the tears started slowly rappelling down from the corner of her eye, joining her self-respect on the dirty matted floor of some deviant’s shitty van. 

 

 

Chapter Three – Dolls for the Dollhouse

 

We finally pulled up to my house outside the city.  It was a beautiful Victorian.  You could probably google it and find a picture.  It looks like a dollhouse of sorts with a little Tim Burton twist.  Anyways, you don’t care about the house.  It’s nighttime when we get there.  I live on about 50 acres.  It’s not Texas Farmland where you don’t see another house for 10 minutes, but no one would hear the goings on, nor would anyone meddle. 

Miserable anticipation and a caustic anxiety hung like a thick rain cloud over my two new friends.  As the car slowed from highway speeds to rural road speeds, the cloud got thicker and more nervous.  When we pulled off the rural roads to my gravel driveway, there was visible trembling.  They knew whatever was about to befall them had arrived. 

Tess looked up at me, eyeliner staining her cheek black.  The smell of pussy is one of the best aphrodisiacs, and we were swimming in it.  A trio of sweaty-faced boys with hard-on’s like a Hitler salute.  I doubt we’d ever be able to get that smell out of the upholstery.  I’d have to punish Tess later for that.  I made a mental note to do so.   We were acting euphoric and victorious like we just won the big game and had just arrived at the local $3.99 pizza buffet place to celebrate with who-could-eat-more-tiny-slices and who-could-mix-more-flavors-of-soda-in-the-same-glass games. 

I smiled lovingly back at Tess and started stroking her thigh.  She closed her eyes tight and turned her head away, re-opening the levee of tears; as if they could wash her away from this situation.  Ashley still laid there trembling, tied into the crotch of the lovely Tessie. 

The gravel under the tires sounded louder than normal.  I guess with the excitement and adrenaline, everything was heightened.  We were finally at our destination and the car stopped with a small creak from the brakes.  I knee-walked my way over to the sliding door of the van and with a groan, it slid open letting the rustic smells of large open grass fields roll into the cabin.  It must have rained recently, there was a clean aroma mixing with the flavorful pussy smell.  The outside air won the battle and the smell of the girl’s juices diluted away with the next breeze. 

I broke the silence.  “Alright, now listen up!  We’re at your new home.  You two toys are now our property, and as such, we don’t want our property turning up missing.”  I flipped open a knife, and got sharp, terrified inhales from Tess and Ashley.  Neither could see what I was doing, but both knew anything could happen and nothing was for the better. 

I slid my knife between rope and flesh next to Ashley’s neck, sharp-side to the rope, but all she could feel was cold steel next to her pebbling flesh.  “Hmm, which way should I cut with this knife?” I said menacingly.  Ashley trembled all the harder.  Joe and Dom were gathering at my back, watching, and I tossed them a smirk and a nod over my shoulder.  Then I slit her neck and… no whoops… I slit the rope is what I did.  God that would have been a twist… and messy as well.  Sorry.  So I really cut the rope and the tape off from around Tess’s thighs freeing Ashley’s head from my beautiful rope creation.  I held my hand on the back of her head lightly and she didn’t move.  “Now listen *ladies*” I added with mock reverence, “No screaming and no running.  My boys behind me have tasers and after watching Jackass the other night, we’re kinda waiting to see just exactly what a person getting tasered looks like in real life.  Actually, if you want to run, please do.  It’ll be really funny.”

I finished cutting thru the ropes and both girls stayed frozen in their same spots, daring not to move.  I stepped back and looked at Dom and Joe.  Dom spoke up, “Looks like they enjoy being so close.  Maybe we got defective fucktoys… these are broken… they only like pussy.”

Joe added, “It’s like in Gladiator when the guy says something about the other guy selling him gay giraffes haha”

Dom and I looked at each other and almost simultaneously said “Shut the fuck up Joe” at the same time.  I added, “Quit name-dropping like you’re cool or something.  We know you only watched Gladiator because you’ve got a little man-crush on Russell Crowe.”  Joe scoffed and jerked his head around in a “You guys are stupid... you can’t be serious” manner, but he didn’t deny it.  “Dom you remember when he took his vacation time last year and spent a week watching all those Russell Crowe films.  I mean how many times can you watch Master and Commander in a row?”

Dom replied, “I think he was up to about 4 times in a row before we threw the DVD in the microwave.  But it was *soooo cute* when he was watching it with a damn life preserver on”

Joe quipped, “You guys suck.”

To which Dom fired back, “No you WISH you could suck off the Cinderella Man don’tcha?  Get a little friendly with such A Beautiful Mind?  It was pretty lame when he went out and bought new Bauer hockey skates and a new stick after watching Mystery Alaska 6 times.  You don’t even fucking play hockey.”

The girls’ moved and that brought us back to reality. 

“Alright.  Showtime.”  I said.

I reached in and rolled Ashley off of Tess and the community response was for both of them to just lay there.  Tess snapped her legs shut and was breathing more deeply now that she didn’t have someone laying on her and Ashley was wiping her face.  “Alright girls, lets get out of the van slowly.  Or quickly if you wanna see what 50,000 volts feels like.”

They both snaked out of the van and stood on very wobbly legs.  Ashley was holding her head.  The flip side of those Tequila shots were coming on quick in the form of a same-night hangover.  I hate those.  I get them when I drink really really really cheap beer.  Even though they say its supposedly natural light or that you’ll be living the high life, those beers have a mean bite that night if I don’t keep drinking till I pass out.  … again… what do you care... why am I writing that?  Fuck.  Focus.  Story. 

I guess with all the excitement, the hangover, and the van-ride, Ashley realized she had no clothes on and quickly tried her best to cover everything.  It’s one of the great heavenly jokes I think that god gave women three critical areas, the chest, ass and pussy, and only gave them two arms to defend themselves and cover.  Tess still had her boots, skirt, and spaghetti-strap shirt on.  The only thing missing were the panties.  I hope she’s not this good when she plays strip poker; no one likes a winner at that game.  Except the winner.

Joe was holding a duffel bag that we had placed at this part of the driveway for when we arrived.  I reached in and pulled out two innocuous leather collars.  Opposite the locking clasp was a small black raised area.  “Alrighty bitches, its time for the fun to begin.  Brush your hair back and keep your arms up.”  Tess glared at me with arms folded beneath the most perfectly full C’s, and the most gorgeously kissable pouty lips.  Thick strands of damp hair hung over one eye like a black veil.  I wanted to take a picture and pet her and cuddle her, but this was time to show them how this three act play was going to go down.  Ashley was still squirming trying to find a happy medium of covering her chest and crotch.  I smiled at Tess sweetly, and walked over to Ashley who out of fear started raising her hands to gather her hair like I had asked.  By the few strides it took to arrive at Ashley’s hot little body, she was doing just as I asked but was shaking visibly.  I placed the collar around Ashley’s neck and locked the clasp in place.  The cool thing about the clasp was that it had a magnetic locking pin.  Unless you had the unlocking magnet that would attract the little pin, unlocking it, you couldn’t take the collar off.  Still smiling at Tessie, I ran my hand from Ashley’s ass up her back and the down again to rest on her ass as I spoke to Ashley.  “Ashley, sweety, this was all a mistake.  We really wanted Tess.  You’re free to run away and I’ll give you 10 seconds before I change my mind and we come after you.”  Ashley looked incredulously at me.  “10, 9, 8” and she started running as hard and fast as her legs would carry her.  I kept my eye on Tess, who looked down at the collar, and with a look of recognition and horror painted on her ruined-makeup face, quickly looked up for her friend and started to yell and tell her to quit running.  At the same time, Ashley reached the perimeter of the invisible electric fence and fell crying to the ground, screaming and clawing at her collar probably 10 feet over the line.  Tess started to run but I grabbed her by the arms and slammed her against the van hard.  “You listen to me Toy.”  Ashley’s howling in the background continued.  “It’s your fault your friend is being hurt right now, so you’d better fucking act right.  Pull your hair up so I can collar you.  Then you can go get your dumbass friend and bring her back over the line.  If you had listened to me first, you could have avoided your friend rolling around for going on 10 seconds now, and you’re gonna get shocked too rescuing her.”

She quickly pulled her hair up and pleaded with her eyes in the most convincing display of apology.  I strapped the collar on her and she took off after her friend.  As she got closer, she slowed down, knowing she’d get shocked somewhere near there.  Ashley was still howling and screaming now but she didn’t have sense enough to crawl back across the line.  Joe, Dom, and I just stood and watched.  I pulled a Beer from a cooler we kept in the back of the van and we sat on the tail watching the spectacle.  With a yell of her own, Tess had found the perimeter and she jumped back.  Her friend was still rolling on the ground.  I’d guess a minute had passed.  I had chosen a low voltage setting for this first display.  Tess finally gathered the courage and ran the 10 feet or so to her friend, grunting and trying hard not to scream the whole time.  Tess grabbed Ashley, picking her up and took her back to safety.  They both staggered once they were safe, and collapsed over on the grass next to the driveway.  Joe and I finished our beers in a leisurely manner and had a cigarette.  Then we stood and walked over to the girls in much the same way a cop walks condescendingly up to your car after he’s pulled you for speeding except you know you’ve got an 8th of pot in your glove box so you’re twice-as-bad shitting your pants because you know that he’s not pulling you for speeding, he’s pulling you because you’ve been smoking and you’re going to go to jail and your life is going to be ruined, but then he just gives you a warning and tells you to slow down and you keep driving home laughing at how paranoid and terrified you were… while lighting up another.

The girls were breathing heavily.  Ashley looked completely spent, laying sprawled out on the grass completely forgetting where she was and what she was here for and that she was naked.  Tess was breathing heavily but she was still eyeing daggers at me from the damp grass!  Man I loved this girl.  She had such fire!  Such spirit.  She might be a keeper.  Of course, this being a felony and breaking more laws than I had fingers, she probably wouldn’t want to stay around.  I walked over next to Tess’s head and squatted down.  I ruffled her hair and said “Good job” she shook her head hard to rid it of my hand and looked away.  I stood up and told Dom and Joe to get the girls up and in the house.  I was heading inside to begin preparations. 

 

 

Chapter Four – Puppylove

 

I go inside the house and head to my wet bar.  All the adrenaline for the night is wearing off and I’m getting tired and that’s no good.  Yeah I’ve got a month before anyone’s going to start looking for these girls, but Every one of those nights and days will fully be taken advantage of.  I pour up two of my favorites.  Jager and Red Bull for energy (which I quickly down) and my beloved Southern Comfort and Dr. Pepper for healthy sipping.  With the SoCo drink still fresh enough for Dr. Pepper bubbles to still be fizzing up, the door opens and my two compatriots are marching in two dejected looking girls.  Who knows what they said to them to get them inside but they’re walking in with their hands on their heads like prisoners.  I laughed and Joe beamed me one of his dumb boyish grins that have won him more one night stands than the rest of us.

Joe has that charm and the looks, but he’s not the brightest crayon in the box if you know what I mean.  He’ll bag more ass than the rest of us, but once the girls wake up the next morning and try to have a conversation, albeit awkward, they realize that he’s pretty much just a walking cock and there are absolutely no lights on AND no one’s home.  But he’s a good friend, so I keep him around.  Plus he’s fun to make fun of.  Half the time he doesn’t realize you’re making fun of him.  

“Down to the basement we go!” I chirped happily.  This was the beginning of where my creativity really would begin to shine. 

We all walked down the stairs to a large basement area.  I flipped the switch on the wall and got a horrified gasp out of both girls.  Before them lay several cages, racks, pulley systems, tool boxes, and other devices.  It was clear that bad things were going to happen. 

It was pretty late at night and everyone was getting tired.  The girls were so miserable, tired, and terrified and they really didn’t put up any fight anymore.  Which was good, because if Ashley knew what was about to happen to her, collar or no, she’d try to run. 

I wheeled over what looked like a large wheel-chair with a back end almost like a flatbed truck attached behind the chair.  Down each of the legs were straps.  It was a metal contraption I had devised and had Joe help me build.  Joe was more mechanic/carpenter minded, but mechanics work regardless of if you’re building out of wood or metal.  He’s got an eye for how things are put together and I voice ideas and he can make them. 

“Now Bitch,” I said as I turned to Ashley, “This lovely chair is for you.  We have to restrain you while you sleep or else you might hurt yourself or run away.  So if you’d be so kind as to sit down in the Happy Chair as we like to call it, we’ll get you strapped in and you can get a good night’s sleep.”  She didn’t put up a fight, she just shambled over to the chair and plopped down, giving a small cry as she realized how cold the chair was.  “Dom, could you go get her “a blanket.”  Dom nodded and headed up the stairs.  Joe and I started buckling Ashley in, keeping an eye on Tess, who stood looking on like a hollow shell.  The adrenaline was wearing off on her as well and she was getting to that super-tired stage of the night.  We got Ashley strapped and buckled into the chair, restraining her legs and her arms, as well as a few straps around her mid section, and one just above her breasts.  With her strapped in Dom started playing with her tits; tweaking her nipples and just generally being an asshole to her.  I was fine with that; Ashley was the one that was supposed to suffer.  I looked up at Dom and smiled while pulling a lever on the side of the chair.  This unlocked a mechanism that made the whole chair portion rotate near Ashley’s ass, dropping her 90 degrees backwards onto the flatbed portion of the rolling contraption.  Ashley’s face became terrified.  Her arms and legs were sticking up in the air attached to this chair and she had no idea what was going to happen next.  Tess looked on with detached sympathy.  There was nothing she could do and it hurt her too bad to see her friend being abused.  At some point everyone has to dissociate from their environment in a situation like this. 

On the back-side of the legs portion of the chair were some extra latches.  Unlatching them, I folded a panel down letting everyone see that the leg portion of the chair was really two individually moving restraints.  Folding this panel down also gave everyone perfect access to Ashley’s ass and pussy.  She was on her back with her legs in the air, parted.  I twisted some knobs, unlocking the leg restraint joints and Dom and I spread her legs wider in the restraints.  I twisted the knobs back tightening them back up to immovable.  She looked like she was ready to give birth now.

Dom walked between her legs and smiled at her.  She started crying again and Dom began running his hands up and down the V of the insides of her thighs.  Dom walked around to her head and put a few fingers up in front of her face.  I’ll let you lick them so that when I stick them in you, they’re not dry.  You’d better lube ‘em up bitch!”  Ashley parted her lips slowly and turned her head towards his fingers.  She was going to zombie land where she could block this out.  I had to act fast.  I cupped my hand and gave her pussy a hard slap.  She jumped and shrieked against her bonds with the unexpectedness of the action.  Ashley’s eyes came back to life and she glared hot pokers at me.  Tess started walking over like she could defend her friend, but one glance from me had her standing there frozen.

Dom placed his fingers on her lips and she allowed them entrance, sucking on them and getting them nice and wet.  Before taking his fingers out of her mouth, he quickly thrust them down her throat causing a brief spasm of gagging and then he pulled them out laughing.  Dom walked back around between her legs and slowly started working a finger into her.  “Damn man she’s tight as hell.”  There was some minor look of discomfort on Ashley’s face as Dom was stretching her to fit one of his fingers.  I heard the door open from upstairs and knew Joe would be back soon. 

“Alright, let’s get her set up and ready for a good night’s sleep” I said smirking.  I turned the knobs loosening her arm restraints and set her arms down by her side.  With her on her back, her young perky tits still protruded like small hills of the gods.  We would have fun with those blessed pieces yet.  With her lying on her back, legs up in the air, restrained and parted, I placed a set of headphones over her ears.  I had taken the industrial style earmuffs that hunters or airline personnel use when directing planes, the kind that make it so that you hear nothing at all.  I had drilled tiny holes in them so that I could run wire thru them and I had put ear buds in them, so if I spoke into a microphone, she could hear me just fine, but if I stood next to her and yelled, she might be able to just hear a little noise.  She was sealed off from the sound world, and next I placed a blindfold mask over her eyes.  She couldn’t see or hear.  She was strapped to a chair/table and her pussy and asshole were both exposed to the world.

I turned to Tess, “Its time to kiss your friend goodnight.” I said smiling and pointing at her pussy.  “Just one good kiss and we can all go to sleep.”  Tess stood there defiant but slightly hollow.  “Tessie, I’m giving you one last chance before something bad happens, and all you have to do is get on your hands and knees like a dog, now, and crawl over here to kiss your friend on her asshole and pussy.  Just a quick lick on either will do just fine, angel.”  She didn’t move.  I was quite surprised.  “Sweetheart, you really don’t get it do you?  You WILL start obeying me or your friend WILL suffer.  This isn’t a game anymore.  Now comes a taste of just what this is about.”

I walked over to a shelf and picked up two large canning jars that looked partly black inside.  It was pure coincidence that the mouth of the jar was just large enough to fit one of Ashley’s breasts inside.  I unscrewed the lids and quickly flipped the jars over placing her breasts inside.  In a few short moments, Ashley began screaming and thrashing as hard as she could.  Tess moved closer and saw the little ants inside the jars crawling over her friend’s tits, leaving trails of bite marks.  Ashley screamed and screamed.  Tess quickly got on her knees and did as she was told.  Her head moved closer to her friend’s bucking crotch.  Tess stuck her tongue out and ran it around her friend’s asshole, then ran it up and down her friend’s slit and quickly backed up.  “Ok!  OK!” she pleaded, “I DID it!  Stop hurting her!”  I pulled the jars off quickly, brushing all the ants back into the jars and resealed them.  Ashley’s breasts were covered with little red bumps.

“All you had to do was exactly what I said.  Next time they could be poisonous.”  I said.  I rolled a pitifully sobbing Ashley into one of the more bizarre metal bar cages.  It was large enough to roll her in long ways and when I shut the door near her feet, her feet stuck out of the cage, bringing her pussy almost right next to the bars.  In fact, the bars perfectly framed her holes.  It was a large enough gap in the bars so that I could put my hand in there and finger her, but I had other things in mind.

Joe was coming down the stairs with one of my German Shepherds.  A beautiful dog it is.  He brought down Doc.  The smarter of the dogs.  Jock and Doc.  Jock, because he’s more aggressive and plays and fights more.  Doc, because he’s smarter and more docile.  Joe did a good job of picking Doc for the night.  I put some thick socks and leg warmers on Ashley so her legs wouldn’t get cold during the night.  Tess’s eyes got wide seeing the dog and having no idea what it was there for.  I had already trained the dogs for what was about to happen tonight.  But not even Joe or Dom knew what was going to happen.  I placed, what looked like a glorified hamster water bottle with wires running to it, on top of the cage, right over Ashley’s pussy.  Everyone just stared on wondering what was going to happen.  I plugged the dispenser into a port on my computer, and plugged the headphones into the headphone jack.  Then I clicked and ran a program that I had created.  This was more my area.  Computers and nerdery.  From the computer speakers came a beautiful chime of a Tibetan Bell.  The sound was clear and reverberating.  The sound also went to Ashley’s headphones.  At the same time the dispenser measured out a small amount of a special thin jelly I had made that the dogs loved.  It wasn’t thick enough to retain its shape, but it wasn’t liquid enough to run down her pussy onto the table.  But as soon as the dog heard the bell, Doc darted for the side of the cage with the legs, and started licking at the jelly.  For 30 seconds, Ashley squirmed around not knowing exactly what was going on, and with the leg warmers and socks she couldn’t feel that it was a dog doing this.  But I think she had a good idea because no human tongue could possibly do what that dog was doing to her.  One second it was wide and flat, lapping at her cunt like it was licking water from a bowl, and the next it was curled and hard trying to get into the inner recesses of its new feeding bowl.  It took Doc about 30 seconds to finish the jelly and as trained and planned, the computer speakers made a short ding sound that Ashley couldn’t hear.  Doc was trained that when that he heard that short ding sound he was to leave the cage alone and stay away from it, until he heard the Tibetan Bell sound again.  I stood and marveled and everyone else was shocked.  “God I love my dogs.” I exclaimed flatly.  Tess turned and looked horrified at me.  I decided to explain.

“Tessie, you see, the dog stays down here, and your friend stays down here.  Every 20 minutes that bell sounds and she gets eaten out for about 30 seconds then the dog leaves.  After several days of this, she’ll probably be completely psychotic.  Oh we’ll schedule breaks so she can eat and drink.  But she stays strapped in and the dogs stay with her.  She’s a fucking bitch and now she’s going to be treated like one.  If you’re a bitch, you get fucked by dogs.  But that’ll be another day.  I can guarantee you though, that when we’re done with this ‘treatment’ for the rest of her life, if she ever hears that bell sound again, no matter where she is, or who she’s around, say her brother, she’ll start gushing, expecting to be eaten out at any time and she might just be so lust-filled she’ll do anything to get off.  That’s all theory but I guess we’ll see soon enough.  It might take her being in there for a week or two.  But we’ve got a whole month and I WILL have my Pavlov Pussy ready by then.  It’s a great experiment that she’ll get to live with for the rest of her life.”  Tess looked completely mortified at my revelation but I could almost swear for a second or two as she was looking at me, there was a little hint of interest in her stare. 

“Now, guys, lets head upstairs.  Oh, Joe, fuck, take that video camera out of the van.  I forgot we had it there, bring it down here.  This will be classic underground internet porn for years to come!”  Joe bounded off up the steps and Dom was staring at Ashley’s glistening cunt.  “Come on Tess, let’s go upstairs and get you ready for bed.  Dom, do what you want, just don’t touch her.  We want the only things happening to her are those dings and getting eaten out.  But feel free to jack off looking at her.  She’s hot.  I’m glad we’ve got her finally.”

Dom smiled and walked over, opening one of the toolboxes and pulled out some Kleenex.  “Happy whackin!” I said as I lead Tess up the stairs, staring hungrily at her swaying ass peeking out from the risen hem of her skirt. 

 

Chapter Five – Brown Champagne and Spoons

 

Tess crested the basement stairs and I walked a stair step or two behind.  After Tess took a few steps away from the stairs, she just kinda stood there, unsure of where to go or what to do.  I walked up behind her and put my head near her shoulder, breathing in the smell of fear, apprehension, and the afore mentioned Herbal Essences + girl hair.

I spoke softly, “Second door on the left, angel.”  She walked docile and sedate, like a cow unknowingly being herded into an abattoir.  I was sizing her up from behind.  Flowing curves from the top of her head, to the pale skin of her shoulders with sharp, pink spaghetti straps.  Arms that were soft and feminine, with a waist and hips that I could fall asleep running an idle finger over.  She was perfect.  And She Was Mine Now. 

She opened the door of the master bedroom and as I crossed the threshold behind her, she spun suddenly; fist closed, and decked me as hard as she could.  It was so utterly unexpected.  If I hadn’t been buzzed from the Jager and SoCo, I might’ve taken it harder.  But as it was, I had been lost fantasizing about how innocent this girl was, and there she goes and punches me.  I HAD kidnapped her I guess, but honestly, I just stood there dumbfounded.  The punch didn’t hurt much, although I was sure I’d feel it later, but I just started laughing.  I don’t know where it came from but I couldn’t stop laughing, and that made her all the more mad.  She knew she couldn’t run; far at least, due to the collar.  She was, however, frantically looking around trying to find some sort of weapon or a phone I was guessing.  But I just couldn’t stop laughing. 

Then she saw the phone.  She took off towards the other side of the room, scrambling over the bed and to the desk.  I laughed all the more and I’ll tell you why in a second.  She looked at me frantically and grabbed the receiver.  It was one of the older beige touch-tone models with the twirled cord running to the separate receiver that sat on top.  She snatched up the phone part of it, put the receiver to her ear, and started to dial 911.  She hit the 9 key, and the trap was sprung.  From my angle, once she hit that 9, she had time for a short squeely scream, and she jolted to the floor, spasming for a second and she was out cold.

I laughed for another minute or two, my stomach hurting by this point and tears blooming at the junction of my eyes and nose.  I hadn’t had phone service in years thanks to the global marvel of cell phones.  But for this occasion, I had invested in a fake phone with a small generator inside that would generate enough electricity to stun someone.  I guessed because the receiver was at her head, it scrambled her brains a bit.  I never had the balls to try it out myself though, but I knew that if anyone got free in the house and tried to find a phone, that would be absolutely perfect.  Now she wouldn’t trust any device in the house used for communicating with the outside world. 

See, you can tell women not to do something.  But if they’ve got a mind to do it, they’re going to do it regardless.  The old, you can lead some type of animal to water, but you can’t force them to drink.  So, I just skipped telling her not to use the phone, and let her knock herself out.  Priceless.

I checked her pulse because I started to worry, but she was fine.  Thanks 7^th grade health class for giving me the know-how to check a pulse.  But, since she was out, I thought this the perfect time to do some “cleaning.” 

I dragged her into the master bathroom and laid her across another bench-type device.  I laid her across it, stomach-down, and buckled a strap securing her around the chest area of her back.  Then I buckled her hands to the base.  Her ass was half-exposed from the skirt riding up and I took my time buckling a strap around each thigh around the knee.  I flipped her skirt up and tucked the underside out of the way exposing the most gorgeous pale bottom I’ve ever seen.  Apparently from the small tangles of hair on her backside and pussy, she was a brunette. 

I pushed the bench over near the toilet, effectively putting her ass right over the bowl.  I put a type of splash-guard that I had fashioned, behind her, angling into the toilet.  I then brought out my best enema bags.  Best?  Ok, it’s a re-usable enema bag.  They don’t really make them stylish.  I filled two bags up with warm water and walked into the closet to get the nozzle I had made.

Wanting to kill several birds with one proverbial stone, I had taken a small butt plug and drilled a hole thru it.  Then I ran the nozzle for the enema bag thru it, so that not only would it plug, it would also allow the cleansing waters from the bag to flow thru.  Lubing up the butt plug, I slowly began inserting it into Tess’s anus.  I was surprised she didn’t wake up then, but, no matter.  Once it was seated firmly inside her, I attached the hose for the enema to the butt plug/nozzle and started the flow.  The first bag went in easy, I guess because she wasn’t aware of what was happening.  When it emptied, I unhooked the first hose and set up the second.  That too flowed fairly easily.  This is way too easy when there is no muscle control or fighting.  After the second bag emptied, I closed off the back of the plug so no water could escape.

She began to stir, and I backed up and put on a raincoat.  This was going to be messy in the sort of way that only garbage men and sewer cleaners know about.  She began to wake up and started moaning at first.  Then came the more guttural grunts and groans of a person with half a gallon of water swishing around in their intestines.  When she fully came about she was grunting and breathing shallow.

“What…<pant pant> did  ...<pant> you do...<pant pant> to me?”

“Well, you kindof did that you yourself.  Many things are not what they seem here, and that phone was one of them.  It was just a small jolt of electricity.  You were the dumbass that decided to put it next to your head.  But that’s neither here nor there.  Now at the current moment, if that was what you meant, you’ve got two quarts of a great watery cleaning solution plugged up in your ass.  And naturally, to keep it in, there’s a small butt plug in there.”

“Oh my <pant> god it hurts so <pant> baaaad!”

“Yeah that’s just abdominal cramping; you should have been used to that silly what with becoming a “woman” and all.” And I slapped her ass.  “So what have we learned tonight?  Hmm?  We’ve learned that if you don’t do exactly like I say, bad things happen.  And if you think you’re smart, I’ve probably already thought of it first, and bad things happen.  So… you know… just try to be good huh?  Is it really that hard?  I don’t think so.  But, now its time to unplug you, I’m sure you’ll be happy to get all that water out of you.”

I went to pull the plug and stopped.  I hadn’t thought of this actually.  If I pulled the plug out, I’d probably get shit all over my hands.  I grabbed some dental floss and wrapped it around the flared end of the plug, and with firm pressure and her grunting and squealing for help, the plug popped out like a champagne cork and a flood of dark yellow liquid spurted out.  The more that gushed out, the darker brown the color until it looked almost black.  She was mortified and elated at the same time.  The cramping was stopping but she was shitting in front of someone else, and not only that, she was shitting horizontally.  The stream sprayed out hitting the splashguard and rushing harmlessly into the toilet.  You’ll never look at a half-gallon the same once you’ve seen that much fluid gushing out of someone’s ass.

She was grunting and breathing heavy for about 20 minutes until the spasms subsided.  Her backside was a complete mess.  I unbuckled her and she laid there for another minute, spent.  While she was lying there, I walked over and turned on the bathwater.  A hot bath always does me good on a rough day.  Of course, I’ve never been kidnapped, electrocuted twice, been forced to lick my friends asshole, or had someone forcibly clean me out with two quarts of water.  But a hot bath couldn’t hurt.  I got a wet washcloth and tried to wash off some of the mess and she just laid there. 

“You’ve got 30 minutes to take your bath.  Make sure you shave… everything.  I’ll get you some clothes that you’ll be wearing to bed with me tonight.  If you are good and don’t try anything stupid, I can promise you a friendly bed tonight with no surprises.  Now I doubt you’ll ever hear me say that again for the duration of your stay, but tonight, its sleep time.  So, enjoy it.  It could be the last peaceful time you’ll have here.” 

I walked out the door to the bedroom, turned and locked the bathroom.  It has two key-locks, one for the inside and one for the outside.  After locking her in the bathroom, I headed downstairs.  An hour or so had passed since I left Joe and Dom.  There’s no telling what they’ve been up to.  I walk to the bar and fix another drink and head down into the basement. 

It smells 2 parts pussy, and 1 part each dog and man juice.  Joe’s in one corner and Dom’s in another corner, each with several Kleenexes at their feet.  Apparently they decided to turn their jackoff session into a marathon.

“It’s a marathon, not a sprint dumbfucks.”

“Shut up fucker!” spouted Dom, “We don’t get our own special toy like you do, we have to share this one and we can’t even touch her.  What the fuck man?”

“Dom, I promise, once this experiment is over, you’ll love me for it, and you’ll get to keep her in your bed some nights training her on exactly how you like to be given head.  Start thinking of fun things to do with her and soon enough, you’ll get her.”

A grunt came from over in Joe’s corner, followed by an audible sigh,

“Finish off another one?” I said in his direction.

“Its like I’m back in middle school and I found my first porn.  I really CAN’T stop jacking off.  You never know when you’re gonna get another chance like this man?!”

Another Chime of the bell.  Doc lopped up lazily to between Ashley’s thighs and began licking and lapping at the jelly.  She was bucking her hips wildly in the dogs face.  At first I thought maybe that was all she had to gesture with to tell the dog to go away, but then the bucking became more rhythmic with an ever-increasing tempo.  Like it or not, her body was taking over.  Her brain had probably checked out after three or four bells.  No telling what she’d be doing by morning on no sleep, and no chance of getting off.

She started in with the begging that only accompanies a woman who has drowned in lust and raw sexuality, never to come up again.  “Please… please… please…” she continued, her mantra, for another 20 seconds until the second bell chimed.  And she began crying.  Frustration had set in and she was well on her way to becoming exactly what I wanted her to be.  She would know a few days of arousal with no relief, in these extreme conditions.  Hopefully it would be traumatic enough to scar her for life.  She would be the perfect slave.  She would have suffered with desire to know never to let anyone else suffer the same fate.  She would become the ultimate whore, living to please anyone who expressed a need.  She had suffered and knew what it was like, and with any luck, she would never let another suffer the same.  Which was exactly what I was hoping for; a complete slave slut.

I walked up to her cage and saw the bitter tears of sexual frustration slowly cascading down.  She hated herself for wanting to get off so bad, but her body was sending her signals that this was something she needed just like air or water, she HAD to get off.  I looked down at her pussy.  A puddle had formed under her where dog saliva and pussy juice had fallen discarded.  The lips were a bright pink.  I would have to be careful not to chaff them.  That might threaten to ruin this experiment if it hurt with the dog licking her.  I couldn’t wait to get to fuck her.  How often do you get a 16 year old girl naked and fuckable?  Never since you were about 19.  Or maybe 24 for you dirty old lucky bastards.  I know who you are.

I left her side, gave Joe and Dom a wink and we exchanged “goodnights” and I was off to my bedroom. 

I got up to the bathroom and unlocked it.  Luckily, she had taken my advice and was seated, reclining in the bathtub.  I opened the door and she lay there, cocking an eye open in my direction to see what I was going to do.  I pulled up a chair and smiled, soaking in the sights.  Her breasts were full, hiding just beneath the water’s surface.  Well built neck with small pools of water forming around her collarbones.  Her hair was wet and washed and stringing down her face.  The makeup was gone, and apparently so was her sense of shame.  I guess if you’ve shit in front of a guy, you’d probably have no qualms being in a bath tub with him there.  She seemed to blush slightly as I looked down into the depths of the water, trying to catch a glimpse of the secrets there.   

“How’s the washing going?”

“Fine.  Feels good to be in the water, and not have the water be in me.  How’s your jaw?”  

I laughed.  “Fine.  Feels good to know that you’re not one of those pussy bitches who’s gonna cave from a few traumatic experiences.”

She laughed.  I got up and went to the closet and pulled out this adorable, sheer black negligee with purple trim.  It would be tight on her, but that was ok, I could live with that. 

Why do I have women’s clothing in my closet?  Hey, don’t judge me… you’re the one reading about it… what does that say about you?  That’s right.  NO judgments here.  Just because I might like the feel of silk on my pretty skin and… eh never mind…

I brought the negligee out and placed it on the chair.  “There are some lotions under the sink; I will expect you out of the bathroom in 10 minutes.  Don’t take this temporary kindness for weakness.  Know that I’ll have no problem whipping you till you bleed or letting the dogs have their way with you or turning my comrades loose on you.  Tragic things are in the air, and you never know when I might think its time you learn a lesson.  You now have 8 minutes.  Don’t make me start the lessons now.”

I turned and undressed and hopped in the shower, washing off the day and the sweat.  I was out in 4 minutes and she was putting lotion on her legs.  When she stood up I drank her in.  The negligee was stitched just below the breasts and while not supporting, certainly accentuated just exactly where they were.  It barely came down and covered her freshly shaved slit, but it did cover enough to make you wonder and let your mind wander as to what lie underneath.  Fortunately, since this was my place and she was my toy, I wouldn’t have to wander for too long. 

I toweled off and threw on some boxers and motioned us into bed.  I hopped in and she lay down next to me, trying to not touch. 

“Just remember, don’t try anything stupid.  Things aren’t what you expect here, so don’t try being smart or trying to escape.  Just be good and let’s sleep.”

After about 5 minutes or so, I slid her close and we spooned falling asleep. 

 

 

Chapter 6 – First Fuck

 

I woke up with my face in her hair.  It was going to be a great day.  I got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom for a piss.  There was still a little bit of shit on the floor from cleaning out Tess the night before.  This reminded me of one of the earlier devices I had made for this occasion.  I walked into my closet and made sure I still had it.  Good.  We’ll get to that later.  I walked back into my bedroom and pulled the covers off Tess onto the floor.  It was about 58 degrees Fahrenheit in the house at the moment and the second I pulled the covers off, her skin pebbled and she started squirming, cold.  I prefer sleeping in an ice cave; it makes me happier when I’m under the covers. 

After removing her covers, I turned the A/C to Heat to bring the temperature of the house back up a bit. 

“You asshole… you could have just woken me up instead of taking my covers you son of a...” and in mid sentence I was across the room and slapped her hard on her freezing ass.  “OW!  What the fuck?”

“I told you not to mistake kindness for weakness.  We are not buddies or lovers or friends.  Remember the situation you’re in.  You are my submissive little toy, and I am your master.  You got that?”

“Ha, the way you were cuddling me last night suggests something different, either you’re a pussy of a kidnapper, or you’re gay.”

I was floored.  I couldn’t believe she was talking to me like this.  Was she just ASKING to be hurt?  The things going thru my mind were on par with divine retribution, wrath of god type things.  I was about to grab her and fuck the shit out of when I stopped myself.  I was the one in charge here and I was not going to let her take control by pushing me over the edge. 

“Take off your top, and lay on your back right now.” I commanded.

She looked at me like I wasn’t a threat to her at all.  I crossed the room to my desk and opened a drawer.  I took out a small remote control-looking device, turned back to Tess, and smiled.  There were 10 buttons on it numbered 0-9 like a TV remote.  There were several other buttons on it, but I’ll be getting to those later.  I pressed the number 2 button and there were two sharp pops from Tess’ collar and a squeal from her mouth.  I gave her my best level stare, a sort of Clint Eastwood type stare just begging her to make my fucking day.  She slowly started to move, and I pressed the number 3, and in quick succession, three sharp, pops hit her. She screamed and quickly threw off her top and laid on her back on the bed, panting a little bit and eyeing me a bit more warily. 

“You thought that collar was just a proximity thing?  Oh no, angel, it’s much more than that.  Every morning there will be an inspection.  Every night there will be an inspection.  Any other time I tell you its time for an inspection, this is what you are to do.  If you are in bed, you lay flat and spread eagle.  Arms up and out, pointing to the bed posts.  Legs spread out pointing to the bed posts.  You will stay in the position until I tell you otherwise.  Is that understood?” I barked in a quasi-drill sergeant cadence.  She looked at me and didn’t speak.  “When I ask you a question or speak to you, you WILL answer!”  I pressed the three again and she screamed again and said “YES!”  I pressed the 2 button emitting a lesser squeal, and said “Yes Master, or Yes Sir, will be the answers I am looking for.” 

“Yes sir” she said sheepishly.

I began the inspection.  With the cold air hitting her skin, all the hairs on her body were standing on end so I could see that she had not done what I asked last night.  Apparently shave everything meant leave a landing strip. 

“Do I look like an airplane?”  She looked confused.  “I don’t need a god-damned landing strip to land my plane.  I told you last night to shave everything and you leave me with not only one of the most half-assed shaving jobs in history, but you shaved it into the damn landing strip.  Let me tell you something about landing strips.  They’re absolutely useless.  Your pussy hair is not art.  It gets in the way and it fucks up my game when I’m down there.  I don’t want to stop and spit out hair for 2 minutes when you’re finally “almost there.”  You shave your hair so that that doesn’t happen.  But when you leave a landing strip, great, now I’ve got pubes rubbing up in my nose, that’s real fuckin awesome.”  I switched gears.  “Roll over.”  She looked at me confused again and I raised the remote.  She flipped over really quick and kept the spread eagle pose.  I was impressed and disappointed at the same time.  I was hoping to shock her again.  I spread her ass cheeks apart and heard her gasp in, not knowing what was next.  “Yes, just as I was hoping.  Did you just forget you have ass-hair?  Or did you not think ‘everything’ meant ‘EV-RE-THING’?  Tessie, this is going to be a great day.  I’m glad you could make it.  Now stand up.” 

She rolled over out of bed and stood up, slouching.  “No, Tessie, even though you are a slave, you’re still a statuesque goddess.  Pull your shoulders back and stand up straight.  You have a gorgeous figure, and everyone’s going to get to see it, so you should start being proud of it.  You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen.” She started blushing slightly.  “Your nipples aren’t too long or short; your areolas are just dark enough that they’re still pink but not brown.  Not that there’s anything wrong with brown areolas.  My last girlfriend’s were brown and pretty.  I loved them, but yours fit you perfectly.”  I reached up and placed my right hand on her left breast.  She just stood there and looked defiantly into my eyes but her cheeks had the red tinge of deep embarrassment.  “See, they fit my hand perfectly.  Anything more than a handful, is a waste.”  I had the pad of my thumb on her areola, and I idly had it circling her nipple as I spoke.  “See, from your chest you have a pretty flat stomach.  Its not solid muscle by any means, but you know what, I love meat on the bones and you’ve got a healthy amount of that.”  My thumb kept circling a hard nipple by now.  “And from there you’ve got those luscious hips that flair out just a bit.”  I put my other hand on her hip and ran it up and down that exponential curve.  I kept circling with my thumb; her eyelids were fluttering slightly like she was struggling not to become aroused.  “And from there we have my favorite part, your pussy.”  Her cheeks bloomed color like a field of roses.  “See, I never understood why women were so ashamed of their pussies.  This is one of the most beautiful parts of your body, but you girls are always trying to hide it.  Guys have about 250 different names for their dick.  Women would rather not even talk about it.  This is a problem and I aim to break you of this habit.  I’m sort of a forceful Dr. Phil, you see.  I’m going to spot flaws, and we’re going to fix them.  And one of your flaws is that you’re ashamed of this area down here.”  And with that I slid my hand from her hip down to her crotch.  “Now, spread your legs a little.”  She complied, trying to breathe even and calm, but the heat coming from her pussy said otherwise.  “It’s hard to imagine that just last night we were in this same position almost.  I had a hand on your pussy.  It’s so warm and wet; do you know what that does to guys?  It’s like an open-invitation saying ‘everything’s ready, the hot tub has been preheated, hop on in, it’s go time!’”  Lightening quick, I spun her around so that her ass was pressed against my boxers.  I had my left arm up near her throat, with that hand playing idly with one of her tits.  My right hand had snaked down to her snatch, where it was taking full advantage of the situation.  It was slowly rubbing up and down on the outsides of her pussy lips.  I hadn’t touched the center yet.  I began speaking into her ear softly but firm, rhythmic, like a hypnotic suggestion, like I was trying to reach a deep part of her to fix her, “You have the body of a goddess and you’re not ashamed to be naked.”  My middle finger was running rhythmically up and down the crevice created by the inside of her leg and her pubic region, first one inner-leg, then tracing over her mound, thru the landing strip, to the other side.  “It makes you feel complete and happy to make others happy.”  Her eyes were closed, lost in the moment, soaking it all in, marinating in the touch of another.  “You deserve to be the center of attention in a room of men.  You are a diamond, sparkling and shining.”  My index and middle fingers and shifted positions to slowly begin rubbing up and down on the tops of her pussy lips.  I had not dared enter yet.  Slowly, up and down the lips.  There were hints of parting them.  A slow moving one open to the side and letting it return, stroking it, stimulating it, and then moving the other one open, a slight draft brushing against the wet inside.  “You belong to me, and I have complete control over you, complete protection over you.  You are safe as long as I say you are safe, and you want to keep me happy because it makes you happy.”  Her breathing was becoming deep, but not even.  My fingers, positioned on the outside, were starting to become moist, the honey pot was overflowing.  “The happier I am, the happier I’ll make you.  I am your master and I will take care of you.  You will expand your experiences here, and not all of them pleasant.  But you will love it because it makes me happy” Her hips started moving, trying to press harder on my hand.  The hand that wasn’t on her pussy began tracing around her neck and collarbones.  Tracing the undersides of her ripe globes.  Tracing the perky nipples extending.  “You will love sex, and you will eagerly aim to succeed at every task I instruct you to do.  Every night if you have been good, you will get to fall asleep with me and whatever tortures of the day will melt away.”  My finger found the center and I slowly parted the world and entered therein.  Slowly sliding, fingering the insides of her lips.  Her breath was coming ragged now, irregular, and dripping with lust.  Her perfume hung strong in the air and we were breathing it in.  My finger found the entrance and began circling it; hesitant to enter.  Not out of fear, out of design.  Her hips were moving, her body language was motioning ‘please fuck me’ but her mind and mouth were too far involved in the feelings.  “You are a goddess and you will walk around proud of being hot enough not to need clothing.  You are a perfect creation.”  I began slowly walking us over to the bed, my finger slowly entering her a little bit at a time, then retreating.  At every retreat, a small sigh of disappointment.  With a finger half inside, I eased her on the bed, her eyes closed almost relaxed.  She was in another world where the only thing that mattered was what was happening to her body.  Touch and hearing were the only senses that mattered here.  I began kissing that tender area where her neck met her shoulders.  I kissed my way down to the tops of her breasts as I eased off my boxers.  My hands found her arms and I raised them above her head, subtly trapping her wrists in one of my hands, pinned to the bed.  Her head was lolling back and forth to music only she heard in her head.  My tongue circled her nipple and my teeth gentle tugged at her bud.  My knee parted her legs and I eased between them.  “You find completeness in me being between your legs.”  I poised the tip of my penis at the entrance.  “You find fullness at me being inside you.  Right now you are incomplete and unfulfilled.”  I slowly eased my rod into her, feeling the tip slide past the secret entrance.  It gripped like a glove and she gasped in sharply, holding her breath as I continued kissing her neck.  I took my time easing into her, and at any sharp or subtle jerk, I paused for a second to allow her to adjust.  With 7inches inside her, I continued.  “You are now complete and full.  Feel how full you are and how satisfied you are.  This is the happiest moment of your life because you feel so good to me.  You’re so warm and wet and ready for me.  This is the way I like you.”  I slowly pulled my dick back to where the tip was still just inside, and I began sliding it in and out of her.  Sword to the hilt, then back out to the tip, running the length of her sheath, stretching her until she fit like a perfect glove.  Her hands started struggling softly against my entrapment and she looked up at me with passion-filled eyes.  Her hands couldn’t escape my grasp so she started begging between gasps and moans.

“Oh, mmm, god, please fuck me harder.  Oh right there… that’s good, right there.”

I slowly picked up the pace, and her hands struggled more frantic to break free.  I was lost in the sensation of my cock being held so tight that she got free and her hands shot down to cup my ass, drawing me tighter and harder inside her, her black finger-nails digging into my ass, hard, probably drawing blood.  Thru gritted teeth from the pain in my ass, I dropped my head down and started nipping at her neck.  Her hands found my back and with her sharp gasps she began clawing into my back.  I growled and bit her shoulder hard, pulling up a bit and releasing.  Teeth marks deep.  She squealed in pain and pleasure, and started moaning.

“Oh god… oh god… I’m coming!” With that, I latched my teeth firm and sharp on her neck, sucking hard enough to cause pain, and with the loudest moan/scream I’ve ever heard, while I continued driving into her, she came so hard, clawing my back to bleeding.  I had a few more minutes left in me; I knew my time was coming though.  Still inside her, I pulled her legs up, extended in the air, her ankles by my ears.  I flipped her sideways, then onto her knees, my cock rotating inside her the whole time, stretching her in new ways.  My hands grabbed hard on her hips, and I pounded hard.  The loud slapping of her ass on my thighs could probably be heard thru the house.

“God you feel so fucking good!” I said.

“Ah god, you’re filling me up inside, I’ve never been this full!” was her response.

I bunched her hair up into a ponytail held by my hand.  I took a peek around her side and saw her breasts swinging seductively in time with my thrusts.  I pulled slowly on her hair, pulling her head back.  She started bucking more feverishly and frantic, “OH my god I’m coming again!!  OH GOOOOOOD”  and with that, I gave her everything I had, pulling her hair, slapping her ass as hard as I could, then I grabbed her hips and plowed into her like a fucking animal. 

Her pussy tightened hard around my cock and I came.  Her pussy was pulsating and contracting so hard, it almost hurt.  She milked every last drop of cum I had.  And I just collapsed on top of her, my face in her hair, her breathing hard under me, my tool slowly contracting and sliding out of her.  I was seeing spots and I’m sure she was too.  We couldn’t move, we just laid there, panting hard. 

 

 

Chapter 7 – First Crack at Pavlov’s Pussy

 

After laying next to Tess for what was probably 20 minutes in silence, I stood up and walked to the bathroom to wash up.  When I returned, Tess had put back on her negligee.  I cocked an eyebrow disapprovingly as she looked at me.  “I don’t believe I said anything about covering up.  I told you we had to break you of a few habits didn’t I?  One of those is your goddamn Americanized injection of shame and fear of being naked.  I guess when you create a country because your religion isn’t strict enough on all the ‘fun things’, this is what you get.  No matter.  Go ahead and take that back off though and place it on the pillow.  You will be walking around naked for a few days.”  She gasped and scowled at me like that was going to do anything to fix her situation.  When I eyed her unwaveringly, she slowly took off the negligee again.  Her arms crossed and she grasped the bottom hem of it, then pulled it up over her head; her tits sliding out of the fabric and bouncing slightly as the negligee passed her neck and over her head. 

“Now, along with being naked all the time here, if anyone asks to see your pussy, you will let them.  You will spread your legs a little, lean back slightly, take your hands and open your lips so they get a nice view.  This is mandatory and any of those guys down there can punish you and I promise you, they’re a bit more savage and unrefined in their punishments and it basically just devolves into some sort of fuckfest with you not getting any lube.  Got it?”  She groaned.  “Good.  So, whenever they ask to see your pussy, you’ll be happy to show them.  Also, any other things they ask for, you’ll be happy to help.  If they want to see your asshole, bend over and spread your cheeks, not moving until they say you can.  If they want blowjobs or anything else, you’ll be happy to comply.  If they start touching you or doing anything else to you,  you let them; you are here for our amusement and pleasure and balking at any request or flinching from any touch is grounds for punishment.  There’s a fine-lined agreement that they wont fuck you as long as you “Comply” with everything they ask.  So if you don’t want their skank, furry asses pounding into you with who knows what sorts of diseases, I’d suggest you do whatever the fuck they say.”  Ok, my boys didn’t have diseases, but if she thought they might, she’d be more apt NOT to disobey them, therefore NOT getting fucked by them, therefore she’d still be my little special toy.  Plus, I didn’t want to fuck a girl my boys had done. 

“So, let’s practice.  Tessie show me your box.”  She slowly rose from the bed, but not fast enough.  I started walking over to the remote and she jumped up and did as I asked.  It was pretty hot.  She was leaning back with one hand hinting at parting her lips.  “No, I said throw open the curtains so all the boys and girls can see light in the fuckroom.  Part those hot pussylips girl!  Don’t be afraid or hesitant, they’re going to love it!  Get over that fear and shame of being a sexual beast!  The Baby Jesus doesn’t cry every time you get aroused!  Now spread ‘em.”  She hesitantly reached both hands down and opened the gateway between flaccid, and hard as a rock.  Her face and even her neck were a bit flush with embarrassment and shame.  It’d take a while to break her of that.  But I had that time and I was willing to be patient.  Plus, the blushes were adorable.  “Good, now lets head down and see the boys.  Make sure not to try to cover anything up.  Remember, you’re a goddess.  Walk like you’re a queen and we’re all your peasants.  But just remember too that you’re still our bitch and do whatever we ask and things will go smooth.” 

We walked out of my room and down the stairs to the basement.  I was anxious to see what was going on down here.  Joe and Dom were passed out in their respective corners.  Drunk boxers too exhausted to move after round 10.  But, that is a lot of masturbation.  My plans were still carrying thru.  The dings, the dog, the girl going insane.  Perfection.  Doc looked exhausted, but from his less than reputable training (BE NICE TO DOGS!) he was afraid not to fulfill his part of the deal.  So on every ding, he’d get up a little slower each time, but he’d always make it over to Ashley’s pussy to at least attempt to lap up the sweet jelly.  Judging by the large puddle, she either got off a few times, or the dog was eating less and less of the stuff.  Doc had pissed in yet another corner of the room, and shat there as well.  These dumbasses apparently passed out long before the middle of the night to take the dog out.  Ashley was mumbling incoherently. 

That’s the worst part of this exercise, I imagine, for her is that she doesn’t know when it’s going to end.  If you have something to shoot for, you can usually psyche yourself into enduring and staying strong.  If you can keep telling yourself, “Only x more miles of running, or x more minutes of this or that”, it keeps you strong and you can endure.  Not knowing… that’s the real bitch of it all.  The bell rang again and Doc lopped over to the girl’s cage.  When the bell first began, her hips started bucking.  I was amazed, she must be extremely weak minded.  Oh yeah, she was wearing Abercrombie when we first showed up, of course she was weak-minded.  But, I also marveled at a few other things.  She was basically trying to get as much stimulation as she could in the short time she could get it, so she started bucking even before the dog got there so that hopefully she could catch him as soon as he did get there.  Very bizarre.  And the other thing was that her pussy looked fine.  No chaffing or angry redness.  I guess an unplanned side effect of that being a jelly-like texture was that it sort of lubricated and protected.  That made me happy because I knew I could leave her to these dogs eating her out much longer than I expected.

As the dog left the scene to return to his resting area, I walked up to the cage.  I was wrong, all that wetness wasn’t her cumming.  Well at least not all of it.  Apparently from the smell, she had pissed herself somewhere during the night.  I laughed out loud, waking up Dom.  I had forgotten to let her use the restroom.  Oh well, it didn’t bother me any.  I went to the computer and stopped the program. 

Dom spoke up, “Whoa man, I cant believe I passed out down here.”  He stood and turned to look at the naked Tessie and he yelled, “HOLY SHIT that’s hot!” causing a blush from Tess and her hands started going to cover things, but luckily she looked at me and saw the angry concern in my eyes and her hands shot to her sides.  Being stubborn and headstrong has its uses if you get them stubborn to do something that you want.  With Dom yelling, Joe woke up, looked over at the still mumbling girl on the table, and over to the rest of us and the naked Tess.  His eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas, like he had just received the 6 foot G.I. Joe aircraft carrier from Santa.  Bright eyed and with a spring in his step he almost skipped over to our side of the basement.  We all just stared down at the white stains on the front of his jeans; a few squares of toilet paper clinging to the teeth of his open zipper.  He reeked of jizz, that salty sweet, half-nauseating smell hanging like a heavy cloud around him. 

Joe asked, “Can I… can I touch her?”  His hands were clenching and unclenching in eager apprehension.  “Go shower first, and as long as you remember our agreement, it’s going to be a fun day.” I replied. 

We heard bucking coming from the cage.  “Wow, her inner clock says its been 20 minutes and she’s getting ready for another licking.  That’s absolutely unbelievable.  I guess we did leave her in that cage for about 12 to 14 hours.  That’s what… 36 to 42 miserable sets of 30 seconds.  I still don’t think its enough to permanently do the damage we’re looking for, but its only the first day!”  I said to Dom.  He responded smiling, “You should have heard some of the things coming out of her mouth before we passed out.  I mean, I don’t think I’ve heard whores beg and plead as well even when they’re being paid substantially.  She was begging like nothing I’ve ever heard before.  Then she just kinda started mumbling after a while.”

“Dom, I have a new idea.  I’m going to need your help for part of the morning.  That chair over there, with the metal dildo we attached, you know, the one we named the ass punishment chair?  I remember reading a story online sortof like this, but we need to hook up one of the generators to it.  For the next few days we’ll alternate her on being licked, and being shocked.  She’ll sit in the chair and we’ll find a new sound.  This pussy thing worked so well I wonder if we can automate a few other body functions.  We’ll set her on the chair and strap her in so she’ll have that dildo in her ass.  We’ll hook the generator to the underside of the dildo, and every time she hears whatever sound it is, the dildo shocks the inside of her ass!”  I exclaimed.

“Dude, Drew, I mean I’m all for hurting this bitch, but whats the point of that other than being funny for a little while and mostly just making her scream and squirm?”  Dom had a good point until I let him in on the secret.

“Did you see how well just this short time with the pussy thing is going?  What if every time she hears the ass noise, her sphincters spasm as if anticipating getting shocked??  Can you imagine how fucking good that’ll feel when you’re in her ass.  You’d basically have complete control of how you were fucked.  As you’re plowing into her you can make the noise and her asshole is basically going to give you an instant cock-massage!  I dunno, it might be fun to try.”

“Drew, I’m tired of jacking off, I wanna fuck something.  And that something needs to be that bitch laying on that table that I’ve been thinking about and staring at all night.”

“Alright man, lets get her out of the cage, you want to take her to your room or do her here or…?”

“My room sounds good.”

We walked up to the cage, avoiding the piss puddle, opened the cage door, and wheeled her out.  I removed the headphones and blindfold and gasped.  I had never seen such crazy eyes.  Bloodshot from being up all night, unfocused staring off somewhere I would never go, and completely drained.  This was… AWESOME!  I snapped my fingers in front of her face several times and her gaze became a little more focused on me and the snapping fingers.  She looked priceless.  I looked at Dom and looked over at the video camera that had long-since run out of film.  He walked over next to the video camera and picked up the digital camera and snapped a few shots of this 16 year old girl, legs in the air and parted, her pussy wet and dripping. 

“Alright man, lets get her unstrapped and up to your room.”  Dom smiled happily and we began undoing straps and buckles, twisted knobs, and brought her laying down position back up to a sitting one.  On either side of her, we helped her stand up.  I don’t think she was mentally with us at this point, but that’s ok, less struggle.  Her legs were stiff and still bent almost in a sitting position.  We helped her walk around the room.  It was kinda cute when we walked near Tess, who’s eyes were welling up with tears at seeing her friend in this shape, and Ashley smiled weakly at Tess.  Tessie did that cute girl-thing where even though you’re kindof crying, you still try to smile sweetly and it krinkles up your eyes knocking a few tears loose.  So you get that perfect duality, crying and smiling. 

We walked her around a few more times and her legs were loose enough that we could walk her up the stairs.  “I’d suggest you let her shit first, she’s probably got quite the crap on-deck.”

Dom smiled and led her into his room and grinned as he shut the door.  I headed back downstairs quietly.  Tess was walking around looking at all the toys and devices awaiting them.  She started rummaging thru a drawer as I spoke up.  “What are you doing??”  She jumped and spun.  “Nothing, just seeing what cool things you had in here.” 

I called her bluff as I was walking to the computer, “Yeah fuckin right.  Come here.”  She walked over hesitantly.  I clicked a few magical buttons and the monitor switched to a few hidden cameras I had installed in all the rooms.  Dom and Joe didn’t know.  We looked on the screen and saw what was going on in Dom’s room.  It was sortof like a computer-version of Tivo, so I rewound the footage to back after I just left him in his room.  I turned the speakers down so that upstairs they wouldn’t be able to hear themselves.

He wasted no time at all.  His hands went straight to her tits.

Dom spoke on the monitor, “Goddamn girl, you look so fucking good, I cant wait to fuck the shit out of you.” 

She tried to slap his arms away but she was still weak and tired, “Quit!  Why are you doing this to me??  Just leave me alone.”  She kept swatting at his wrists trying to get his hands off her beautifully perky 34b’s.  She took a few steps back, shaking her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs but he was right there with her.  He grabbed her arm to pull her close, and she resisted, jerking her arm out of his hand, she tried to run but her legs still weren’t working well from being tied up all night.  She kindof just galloped around the room while he watched.  “Quit staring at me!  Just please leave me alone.  My daddy has money and will pay you!  Just leave me alone!  He’s probably got the cops already on the way now!”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself bitch, but you’re not getting out of this anytime soon.”  Dom started towards her and picked up something off his desk.  The definition wasn’t as clear as I would’ve hoped for what I paid for the system, but she started running to the other side of the room again and he used the item in his hand.  A Tibetan bell.  She tripped over her feet and fell to the ground, her hand shooting down to her pussy, rubbing it with a fury completely involuntarily.  Dom laughed and went over and grabbed her arms and threw her on the bed.  She screamed and tried to curl up, looking for something to use as a weapon.  He took off his pants and boxers and stood by the edge of the bed, she was looking away trying to find anything to get her out of this situation.  His knee dropped on the bed and she started visibly shaking.  “Please don’t, please just leave me alone.” She begged.  I was getting hard now watching.  He was moving slow like a crocodile in water, about to spring to action, and sure enough he lashed out with a hand and grabbed her foot, pulling her from her protective ball and sliding her across the bed towards him.  She screamed all the more and tried to kick him, which he easily fended off or just allowed to hit him harmlessly.  She was tired and he was twice her size.  Her legs tried to clamp shut at the knee and her hands went to cover her pussy.  He laughed and put a hand below her knees, laughing haughty and victorious as he took his time, slowly pulling her knees apart, a clam slowly being worked open to steal the pearl inside.  She was screaming and flailing, thrashing about pounding on his with her tiny fists to no effect.  He had a death grip on her legs and I’m sure if I was there, I could’ve seen large white auras around his fingers where they had forced the blood from her skin.  When he opened her legs enough, he walked his body in between her legs so her clamping was an obsolete defense.  Her screaming eased up to a defiant yell in between profuse crying as she was slowly realizing she was losing yet again. 

His hand slowly slid and caressed up her arm to her wrist and he took hold, grasping it firmly.  She shot her other hand as far away as possible, trying to delay the inevitable.  Her head was shaking “No!” as he smiled down at her, working his other hand over to her other wrist.  He easily grabbed both and brought them to union above her head.  With one hand holding them, his other hand roamed her captive body freely.  She squirmed her small body away from his prying hand, but to no use.  His hand found her breast, and he grasped it firmly.  “You like that don’t you?  You were moaning pretty good for the dogs, I bet you’ll like it when a man even better.  Wontcha baby?”

With her head still shaking visibly, his hand traced its way down to her crotch and he roughly began feeling her up.

I pulled Tessie over from where she was watching, I dropped my pants to reveal a solid erection, sat back down and pulled her to sit on top of me.  From our previous fucking, and her obviously sick mind getting turned on a bit by her friend being raped, she slid me in easily.  I watched, perched over her shoulder, her pussy squeezing my cock like a welcome handshake from a good friend.  We continued watching the drama…

She screamed anew as his finger found her hole.  She was completely defenseless.  Nothing could cover her or protect her anymore.  Her legs were split apart with him and his cock in between, her arms and hands were locked up in his death-grip.  Dom was alive in this moment.  His fantasies from years of internet porn finally coming true for him.  He was getting to fuck a 16 year old, drop dead gorgeous bitch, and he was going to get away with it. 

He positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance and her pleading began all over again.  “Please don’t!  Not like this!  Please stop!!”  But with mechanical precision, he thrust his hips forward with reckless abandon.  He didn’t care what he ripped or tore, luckily he had a small dick, so not too much would be ruined. 

With the first thrust she screamed in a way that kindof twisted my stomach in a knot, but was I was currently having Tessie ride up and down on my pole, my attentions were elsewhere.  When Dom thrust into Ashley, Tessie spasmed and jumped a bit harder, riding harder. 

Dom laid into her, and she kept crying and laying there.  He reached over while fucking her, she had stopped fighting at this point, and grabbed his bell, dinging it once.  Her eyes held a new fire as she snapped her focus on him with the most angry, betrayed face I’ve ever seen and her hips began bucking involuntarily in time with his thrusts.  It was like there was a small disconnect between her brain and her body now.  For a few seconds, her body took over and fucked back while her brain was pissed as hell that Dom knew her secret.  But she kept bucking anyways for about 30 seconds and then she began struggling again, which just brought him closer.  Her struggles caused her tits to slide back and forth on her petite chest and Dom’s thrusts had them sliding up and down.  Her perky mounds were effectively jiggling around and around in place.  He reached his head down and took one of her nipples in his teeth, dragging his teeth over it and clamping down sharply.  She squealed and tried to jerk her chest away from the pain, but he just bit over to the other nipple thrust up by the other shoulder retreating.  She screamed in pain and frustration.  There was nothing she could do to escape anything!  He began kissing and licking her breasts, a savage lover, while jack-hammering into her aching pussy.  He kissed around on her neck and for a brief second it looked like her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, but then she snapped back to the present and screamed again trying to headbutt him.  He let her head connect with his and it almost knocked her out. 

Dom took his free hand off her tits and grabbed one of her knees, pulling her leg up to her chest, with her ankle draped over his shoulder.  Then he switched hands holding her down, and brought the other leg up.  He was able to thrust deeper and she started bucking her hips back.  Acquiescing to the fact that this was taking place, apparently part of her switched off and she just let it happen, her body switching back to instinct mode, primitive mating mode where you tried to make it as pleasant as possible while you were brutally fucked at some caveman’s whim when he was in the mood.  A moan escaped her lips and he rolled her legs off his chest, rolling her onto her side while still inside her.  Realizing that his small dick was really only keeping the tip in at this point, he rolled her back up with her legs in the air on his chest.  Apparently mid-thrust, she bucked at the wrong time and his dick slid out, and tried to slide into the ole backdoor.  She freaked out and started kicking, flailing, screaming.

 He let her struggle free and she kicked at him rolling backwards on the bed.  He lunged over and grabbed her, pinning her against the backboard.  “You listen to me you little cunt!  You belong to us and you will do what I tell you!  Now,” he said calmly and sweetly, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”  And the scene erupted into her trying to punch him and kick him as hard as she could, but she was just too small.  He wrestled her onto her stomach and pinned her, then he reached into the nightstand and took out a bottle of lube.  Good man, I thought, at least he’s using lube.  She was struggling and squirming, trying anything to get free.  “Now, you’re going to start loving anal.  It’s going to be part of your new training and you’re gonna love it!”

She kept screaming, starting to become hoarse now, her screams raspy and weak, but her pleading continued, “Please don’t!  Please don’t do this!  This isn’t right!”  She jerked and spasmed even harder when she felt the first glob of lube fall in her crack.  Dom had her legs pinned with one of his legs and his upper body was pinning her upper body.  Since he was so much taller, it allowed pretty easy access for him to bend in a C-shape, pin her, and still be able to get to her ass.  He whistled the “Whistle While You Work” song out loud while he lubed her up.  I had to laugh at that.  Fucking great.  Tessie kept her motion steady riding up and down in my lap.  I stood her up, stood up behind her, bent her over my desk so we could both still watch, and whispered, “Have you ever done anal?”  Her head whipped around, silently pleading no.  I smiled and with one hand, I turned her head forward back to the screen where Dom was just toying with her ass, sliding a finger in and popping it out, laughing at the sucking and ploooping sounds as his finger went in and out.  I grabbed a bottle of lube I kept near the computer and lathered myself up and put a few drops on Tessie’s puckering asshole.  She started shaking but kept her face forward watching her friend.  Dom, rolled on top of Ashley and brought her up to an all-fours position with her hands still trying to swing around behind her to punch him.  As he was placing the head of his cock at her back door, I did the same and could feel Tessie cringe and tense up.  She started whimpering and I was loving seeing her body tremble.  Just then, Dom plunged forward and another one of those nauseating screams erupted out of the computer speakers from Ashley’s tiny hoarse, exhausted, defeated voice.  Right after, I took my plunge but aimed a little south, on purpose, and with Ashley screaming, and Dom grunting and cumming, and Tess gasping and moaning out of relief and lust, I lost it again.  I pounded as hard as I could into my new fucktoy, with her tits playing hell with the keyboard, rubbing back and forth across letter combinations only found in some Gaelic dictionaries.  As I started spurting into her welcoming pussy, it started clenching around my tool, and her breathing sped up and she came.  Well I don’t know if she did or not.  She could have faked it at that point, I didn’t fucking care.  But her head did look like it was swimming a big.  I laid bent over on her back, watching the rest of the scene. 

Dom pounded her ass for a few minutes.  Then he pulled out of her ass, and she was spent at this point, no fight left in the girl.  When he pulled out of her, with an audible “Boooo” like removing a cork on a delicious Merlot bottle, he spun her around on the bed and before he placed his hard, shitty dick in her mouth, he advised “If you bite, you’re fucking dead.”  Now, from the camera, it wasn’t really shitty.  But you know it has that bitter taste of shit still on there even if there’s nothing else visible.  Well maybe some of you wouldn’t know that.  But it does.  Anyways, he placed the tip of his cock in her mouth and she just laid there, eyes gazing off again, with it just resting in her mouth.  “You’d better start sucking, because if I go soft, I’m gonna get it hard again using your asshole.  And that’s almost worse than a hard one trying to penetrate.  So get to sucking.”  She closed her mouth around it, her eyes shutting tight, probably from the taste.  Then she started sliding her lips forwards and backwards across his spoiled member.  About halfway down the 4 ½ to 5 inch cock, she gagged.  It had to have been from the taste or smell.  The guy was up all night jacking off and hadn’t showered.  But she kept going, just trying to make it all end.  With audible sucking noises and the little pig-grunting-sucking noises that sometimes come out of girls’ pretty heads when they’re sucking cock, she broke into a quick rhythm, her head bobbing rapidly.  He grabbed the back of her head and set his own pace, skull fucking her.  Even from the camera lens, you could make out the look of panic in her eyes when she lost control of the process and her air-hole became the new fuck-hole.  This small 16 year old girl would be the only time Dom would ever be able to “deep throat” anyone, because any mature woman his age wouldn’t have such a small mouth.  He was enjoying it.  Especially as she was gagging and puking on his dick.  And just when she started to visibly panic and push away from him, he would pull his dick out and thrust it back in.  He then began furiously fucking her face, thrusting hard into her and all you could hear was his grunting from exertion and the gags and puke sounds of the girl.  With a vengeance, he spun her back around and plunged uninvited back into her asshole for one or two more pumps, her screaming again, and he jerked a few times, no doubt spreading his seed and confusing his sperm.  “This isn’t a good smelling vagina… its covered in shit” the sperm no doubt thought.  …if sperm thought. 

But Dom finished up and rolled over on the bed laying down.  Ashley just collapsed, exhausted, disbelieving she was awake at this point.  I stood up and slipped out of Tessie with an audible sucking sound.

Joe came bounding down the stairs, “Ok I just took a shower!!  Oh sorry, didn’t mean to walk in on ya Drew.  Hey, where’s Ashley?”

“Dom took her up to his room.  You should go find out what they’re up too.. she’s probably having  shitty time, but that’s what she’s here for.”  Tess cracked a split-second smile at the horrible pun.

I sighed, and looked at Tess, and then looked down at the juices sludging their way down her inner thighs.  She smiled weakly and nodded, her head still in a haze from all the fucking from the morning.  I took the nod to mean something like, “thanks for not raping my asshole” and I think I was right when I responded, “Just so you know, I will be doing that to you, but probably not as savagely.  Now get your sweaty, lubey ass upstairs and clean up  I want you downstairs in 15 minutes and we’re going to have the first spinning of the Fuck-Wheel.  Come on now, it’ll be fun!” I chirped happily, “Well maybe not as fun for you… but, a good time none-the-less.  OH, wait, before you run off.”  I walked over to the duct tape and pulled off three decent sized pieces.  “Come here.”  She walked unsure over to where I was standing.  “Put clasp your hands behind your head in the inspection position.  Spread your legs a bit and don’t move your hands.  Look straight ahead.”  I palmed a piece of tape, sticky side up, and slapped it on her pussy.  Her eyes flew wide and she glared at me.  “I told you to shave everything.”  I shook my head and laughed, “You just cant seem to follow simple rules can you?”  With that, I quickly grabbed an end of the tape, and pulled as hard and as fast as I could ripping out a huge amount of that landing strip.  She screamed and doubled over, still not removing her hands from her head, good girl, I thought.  “Stand up!  Get back into position.”  She slowly stood back up and opened her legs again cautiously knowing more was coming.  There was still a few patches of hair left, so I reapplied another piece of tape, rubbed it all around so that hopefully all the hair would go with this pull, and then without warning I ripped the second piece of tape off.  She screamed even louder this time and almost fell over.  “I’ve got another piece of tape here.  Come here and stand up.”  She was visibly sobbing when she walked up and stood up straight and spread her legs.  “Bend over the desk again.”  I commanded.

Unsure for a second and then it dawned on her, she bent over and sobbed silently, head on the desk.  I put the third piece of tape in her asscrack and rubbed it in good.  Then again, I quickly ripped it down causing her to jump up screaming, her tits bouncing around, her hands flying to her ass, rubbing it, trying to soothe the angry skin.

“Whatever’s left better be gone by the time you come down.  New schedule, be down in 20 minutes, I don’t want those spots still bleeding where the hair came out.  Next time, all you have to do is follow directions.  19 minutes and 30 seconds, you’d better hurry, dress code, is naked.”