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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't
read it.
Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author. This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted
at normdeploom@hotmail.com
All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any
resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
My Choice
By
Norm DePloom
normdeploom@hotmail.com
I stood as I'd been trained to stand. Naked with my fingers laced
behind my head, my shoulders back to accentuate my breasts and my
legs spread to facilitate access to my cunt and ass. The man who I
had been forced to call 'Master' for, I don't know how long, had just
given me a choice.
At first I thought it was just another cruel trick, that no matter
what I answered I would end up being tortured, abused and fucked then
put back into my 'slave cell' until he decided to play with me again.
Then, as I watched his face I realized he was totally serious.
I remember the day I was 'taken'. I don't know how long ago that
was, or how many thousands of times my body has been fucked by how
many hundreds of deferent men. I remember walking down the same ally
I always used as a short cut between my two favorite stores. I
remember the cold metallic points forced against my bare midriff. I
remember my body convulsing as I collapsed to the ground.
I did not loose consciousness, but could not gain control of my body
to resist the man. A hood was pulled over my head, my hands were
secured behind my back and I was 'tumbled' into the trunk of a car.
I felt the needle stab on my arm then, a few minutes after the trunk
lid slammed and the car was driven off, I blacked out.
When I came to I was naked, lying on a mattress on the concrete floor
of a small featureless room I would later learn was my 'slave cell'.
My hands were still secured behind my back and in the dim light I
could just make out a rope running from a ring in the wall and tied
around my neck. I scooted towards the wall until I was setting up as
far from the door as I could get.
I don't know how long I was left there. I do know that it was long
enough that I finally gave up and peed where I was sitting. I was
hungry, thirsty and almost out of my mind when the door finally
opened. A very bright flashlight was aimed at my face, blinding me
so I could not make out the features of the person entering the room.
He crossed the room in two steps, grabbed my hair and pulled me to my
feet with incredible strength. He turned off the flashlight leaving
me blinded in the dim light. I heard the flashlight hit the mattress
then using one large hand on my neck to hold me pinned to the wall,
he used his other hand to roughly feel every inch of my body paying
special, and rough, attention to my breasts and my crotch.
"You've soiled yourself." He said after his examination of my body
ended. "You'll have to be punished for that." He released my neck,
then kept me from collapsing back onto the mattress by grabbing
another handful of my hair. Holding me up by my hair he, after
untying the rope from around my neck, pulled me after himself as he
left my cell. I must have been quite a comical site, bent over at
the waist, my hands still tied behind my back, running trying to keep
up with him, always on the verge of falling face first and being
dragged by my hair to wherever it was he was taking me.
Through a basement, then up a flight of cement stairs into another
windowless room I stumbled and ran following my tormentor. From then
until now, however long that has been, my world has consisted of my
cell, the basement, the flight of stairs and his windowless
'playroom' as he called it. I have not seen the sun, nor known what
time it is since that day.
"The first thing you have got to learn,-" he said as he untied my
hands then, after retying them in the front, turned me to face a
wooden post and hooked them on a hook above my head. "-is that
nothing goes into or out of this body without my permission."
I heard a whistle sound, a sound that I have since learned to dread,
then felt for the first time the sting of his favorite switch hitting
my skin. The first blow landed across my butt cheeks, the next one
landed across the small of my back and the third across my thighs
half way between my knees and my butt. The three blows came so fast
I did not have time to try to avoid the later ones.
"Please,-" I sobbed. "-no more." The fourth blow landed on the side
of my breast, the tip of the flexible switch bending around to hit my
nipple. I had never felt anything that painful before in my life.
"Oh God." I shrieked. "Please stop." The next blow landed on my other
breast/nipple. I shrieked and sobbed incoherently after that. He
walked up and, grabbing my hair pulled my face up.
"The next lesson you have to learn is that you are not to speak
unless given permission." He unhooked my hands, then pushed me down
onto my knees.
"I will give you a choice." He stated as he ran the switch over my
breasts and nipples. You can take my cock out of my pants and suck
it like a good slave,-" I involuntarily jerked when I heard myself
being referred to as a slave. "-or you can go back up against the
post while I deliver one hundred blows to your breasts with my
switch."
At that point nothing scared my worse then the idea of having my
breasts beaten with that switch, so I unzipped his pants and, after
pulling his hard cock free with my still tied hands opened my mouth
and sucked him inside. After a minute or two he pushed me away from
his cock.
"You must be the worst cocksucker in the world." He snarled as I fell
backward onto my butt with my legs flailing in the air. I got back
up on my knees and cowered with my face just inches from the floor.
"Please, I've never done this before." I begged. I heard the
whistle, then felt the pain across my back.
"I told you not to speak unless given permission." He pulled up a
chair and sat in front of me. I was still on my knees face to the
floor. "Please explain to me why you are such a piss-poor
cocksucker, and address me as 'Master'."
"Yes...Master." My voice came out in sobs.
"Master...I've...never...sucked a...cock before." I must explain
that it was totally unexpected to my Master that I was not only
inexperienced at cocksucking but was also a virgin. I used my
sexuality to control the men around me, but it was all tease. I had
been the prototypical cock teaser. There was a moment of silence
after my announcement.
"Have you ever fucked before?" he asked.
"No." The whistle, the pain across my back.
"What?" He asked me.
"No, Master." I imagined my tormenter apologizing for treating me
like this, and turning me loose now that he knew I was a virgin.
Instead I heard the most evil laughter I'd ever heard.
"So,-" He said as his laughter died down. "-I've got myself a nice
little virgin cunt and ass to fuck." He pulled my head up by my hair
until I was looking straight into his face. "I'm going to love
this." He pulled me to my feet and after re-hanging me with my back
to the post, massaged my breasts with a slight smile on his face.
"These,-" He said as he pinched my nipples. "-are going to be sore
when I'm done." He turned from my breasts and picked up his
implement of torture. It looked like the end of a fishing pole
without the little round guides for the line. It even had a cork
handle for him to grip as he wielded it.
Being able to see the blows coming did not help. No matter how much
I tried to avoid the blows they always seemed to hit my breasts and
especially my nipples. By the time he stopped my breasts were red,
swollen and aching. He stepped up to where I was hanging and,
dropping his whip, grabbed both of my breasts. He had taken off his
trousers and His hard cock poked me just above my pubic hair as he
mauled my sore aching tits.
When he was done with my breasts he hooked a hand under each of my
legs and pulled them up until my knees were resting in the crock of
his elbow, bending me almost in half. Holding me in that position he
forced his cock into my open cunt.
I was amazed at how wet I had become. Despite it being my first time
his huge hard cock slipped into my wet cunt almost without
resistance. Hanging by my arms, I was being slammed back against the
post with every thrust of his cock into my now well-opened cunt.
This first fuck seemed to last for hours, my arms ached from carrying
my whole weight, my back hurt from being slammed into the post. My
breath came in ragged gasps. Finally, after what seemed like an
eternity, his body stiffened as he ground his body against my spread
open crotch and filled my cunt with his cum.
He held me against the post, his cock still buried in my dripping
cunt for a few minutes before letting my legs fall. Then turning and
walking away he left me hanging limply from my wrists. They say a
person never forgets their first fuck, well that certainly is true
for me, I'll never forget that first fucking hanging from the post
after my breasts had been severely beaten. I managed to get my feet
back under me and relieve some of the pressure on my wrists. I could
feel the heat from my abused breasts, and feel his cum oozing from my
cunt down the insides of my thighs.
He came back a few minutes later with a camera and a cup of coffee.
As he sipped the coffee he took pictures of me from every angle.
Then, after putting the camera down on a table he came back over to
where I was hanging from the post and again roughly massaged my
aching tits while he calmly sipped coffee from his mug with his other
hand.
Yes, I remember that first time, and now I'm being asked to make this
decision. I looked over at the whipping post where I had been fucked
the first time. I looked at the spot on the floor where later, after
his cup of coffee he had fucked my ass for the first time.
After finishing his coffee, he took me down from the post and let me
fall to the floor. I was barely aware of what he was doing as he
untied my hands, then retied each hand to my ankle, left wrist to
left ankle and right wrist to right ankle. When he was done, my face
was pushed down against the floor, my ass was up in the air, and my
legs were spread leaving my crotch open for his amusement.
I heard several whistling swishes of his weapon through the air
before the first one hit my butt. I cried, screamed, sobbed and
begged for mercy as blow after blow hit my lower back, butt and upper
thighs. Then he changed positions standing with one leg on each side
of my head, and rained his blows down directly on my ass hole and
pussy. Wave after wave of white hot pain crashed over and through my
body with each blow that landed on this, my most tender region.
Then, suddenly the blows stopped. I knew what was coming next, but
tied as I was, I could do nothing to avoid it. Truthfully, as
terrified as I was I would not have moved to avoid it if I had not
been tied. I felt him kneel between my spread legs. I felt the tip
of his hard cock push against my virgin ass hole. I felt myself
begin to open. I felt pain like I'd never felt before. My ass hole,
already throbbing from the beating he'd just given it, felt like it
was being ripped apart by a telephone pole.
Deeper and deeper he slid into me. Stopping to pull it partway back
out then slid more of it into my stretching virgin hole. Slowly, not
to make it easier on me, but for his own enjoyment, he pushed more
and more of his huge hard cock into my ass. I was crying almost
hysterically by the time he had completely entered me.
Taking hold of my hips with his large powerful hands he began to move
my ass on and off of his cock rocking my whole body with each slow
stroke in and out. My ass hole began to adjust to the size of his
hard cock and my sobbing diminished as the fucking continued.
Having cum once already during that session (I always think of them
as 'sessions' or 'episodes' since I have no idea whether this
happened in the dark of night or in bright daylight.) my first ass
fuck seemed like it would go on forever. As I adjusted to the cock's
steady, powerful thrustings in and out of my stretched ass, I
surprised myself by beginning to move in cooperation with his cock
strokes.
To my own utter amazement I began to build toward an orgasm, only to
have him bury his hard cock completely inside me and once again fill
one of my orifices with his cum. Just like the first time he held
himself buried deeply inside me for a few minutes after his cock
stopped jerking and spewing cum. Then he pulled his cock out and,
standing up, walked out of the room leaving me on the verge of an
orgasm. As my orgasmic excitement diminished I pondered what
significants my getting excited during an ass raping might have.
Between that first time and now I have discovered that I have a very
'anal' sexuality and cum much more often while being ass fucked than
while being fucked the 'normal' way. Not that I've ever been fucked
in anything even remotely resembling a 'normal' way.
I pulled my eyes from that spot on the floor. I looked to my right
where on a table were my clothes, the same ones I had been wearing
when I was 'taken'. They were clean and neatly folded, just waiting
for me to put them on if that was my choice. I looked to my left
there, on a table was a brazier full of glowing coals. Sticking from
the brazier was the handle of a branding iron. I had been shown the
glowing initials on the other end. I could feel the heat from the
coals, just as I had felt the heat from the branding iron when it was
held for my inspection.
The heat from the glowing coals seemed no match for the heat that I
had felt from my beaten breasts, butt, thighs, ass and cunt when he
pushed and prodded me back down the stairs to my cell in the
basement. Before putting me back into my cell, he stopped in the
basement to fit me with a wide heavy leather collar, which he
permanently riveted around my neck. Following the collar he riveted
heavy leather cuffs onto my wrists and ankles.
Once in my cell he hooked one of my wrist cuffs to each side of my
collar, then hooked a chain from my collar to the ring on the wall.
Before he left he opened a door high on the opposite wall of the cell
exposing a TV which he turned on before leaving and shutting the
door. I slowly sank to a sitting position with my back leaning
against the wall, then moved over a couple of feet when I realized my
poor throbbing butt was sitting on the wet spot on the mattress I had
left there earlier.
After a few minutes I tried lying on my side to relieve the pressure
on my sore butt. As I lay there I think I must have watched every
cocksucking scene from every porno movie ever made on that TV. My
new Master obviously wanted me to know what I was doing the next time
he ordered me to give him a blowjob. Then my Master must have
decided I'd seen enough blowjobs and the tape changed. From then
until he came for me again I got to watch my own beatings and rapings
over and over.
After I'd watched myself being beaten and raped about a hundred times
he came back. He unhooked the chain from my collar and, hooking a
leash to it, led me out of my cell into the main part of the
basement. With my wrists still attached to my collar I was forced to
kneel and eat my meal from a plate on the floor. I was too hungry to
worry about the humiliation of eating from the floor like a dog and
downed the food as fast as I could get it into my mouth. After the
meal I was allowed to slake my thirst from a bowl of water on the
floor.
I was pulled to my feet, then walked over to a toilet against the
wall. So far not a word had bee spoken by my master. I sat on the
toilet and pissed, to relieved to worry about embarrassment. I was
then walked over to the corner of the room and my hands were
disconnected from my collar and reconnected to a ring on the wall
over a drain in the floor. My Master then picked up a garden hose
and, turning on the cold water full force, hosed me off with stinging
cold water. He then left the room, leaving me to air dry.
Despite everything, my nipples had grown hard and crinkled in the
cold water. Later, he came back and led me by my leash upstairs to
the playroom. He pushed me to my knees and made me the same offer he
had the time before. I pulled his cock from his pants, and used
every trick and technique I had seen in the porno clips to satisfy
him.
I looked at the spot right in front of where my Master was waiting
for my decision, the spot where I had first sucked his cock.
Everywhere I looked in the room there was a reminder of one of my
'firsts'. The place where I was fucked by more than one man the
first time. The place where I licked my first cunt. Right over
there, that's the spot where I kneeled for hours on end when my
Master made me suck one hundred cocks without a break.
Now I had to make a decision, the hardest decision of my life. I
could put on my clothes and I would be released. Free to return to
my life, take up where I had been before I was 'taken'. Or, lay down
on the floor, spread my legs and allow myself to be branded with my
Master's initials on my inner thighs just below my now well used and
well trained cunt. If I decide to take the branding my Master
assures me it will be the last decision I ever make.
I thought about all the experiences in this room. The experiences
that had taught me to take my pain and transform it into the most
marvelously exquisite pleasure. How could I possibly cum without my
Master to whip me?
What a decision I have to make.
What would you do?
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