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Subject: {ASSM} Crystal's First Week, Part Three (Mg ped nc sm)
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   Crystal's First Week, Part Three (Mg ped nc sm)



   1.  Schoolgirl exams

   The man needed to leave early again the next morning, and checked on the
girl with the video monitor hidden behind the closet wall of his bedroom as
he grabbed a robe.  She was still sleeping, so he flipped on a microphone
that fed the speaker in her cell and turned up the volume.  ``Crystal, wake
up,'' he said, and laughed as the girl's body jumped in response.  She
twisted her head around to the top of the door frame, doubtless looking to
see if she had slept through a preparation signal.  He turned the speaker
down and continued, ``just get up and pee and wash your pussy in the bidet.
Be sure to rinse out your insides.'' She practically leaped out of bed to
comply, and he laughed again.  Thought she was in for a whipping, I bet. 
I'll see if we can't arrange that later, he mused, thinking of a game that
she might not win if he set the right mood.  Sometimes he forced his
captives to play naked solitary Twister, whipping them if they fell within
twenty-five moves.  Naturally, they couldn't play the game that long
without coming up with an impossible move, so it always resulted in
punishment.  It wouldn't be fair to use such a ploy with this girl, he
thought.  He watched her sit on the bidet for a moment and smiled, thinking
of a way.

   He shut down the equipment, locked it behind the hidden panel, and
attended to breakfast as the girl made herself ready.  Once downstairs he
made her a couple of sandwiches from the kitchen, figuring she had earned
something decent, and selected a new video for her amusement.  It was
another four-hour tape, consisting of a series of lingerie posing shots
culled from various Playboy shows, and several loops featuring teen
performers made up to look like schoolgirls, doing ``I'm innocent but
naughty'' strip routines in their stage-set bedrooms, decorated with
stuffed animals and frilly bed coverings.  Think we'll take some pictures
tonight, he chuckled.  The shots from the previous day had been a big hit
with his e-mail friends.  He didn't know who the men were of course, but
some of the girls in their photos were in pretty bad shape, covered with
welts, scars and burns.  One girl had a red band around her neck, clearly
indicating she had been hung, which intrigued him.  He liked the forbidden
thrill of the pictures, but the idea of inflicting that kind of damage
himself wasn't arousing.  He thought of hanging the girl for her sexual
pleasure, and decided to see if there was something he could use that
wouldn't damage her.

   Later, he thought, right now there is business to attend to, and he
unlocked her cell door.  She marched out on schedule and took up her
position outside, hands at her sides, eyes down and legs slightly apart. 
Good girl, he thought, you didn't forget.  He checked her supply of toilet
paper, toothpaste, lotions and soaps, reset the tape machine, and finally
threw her damp towels in the hamper outside.  He then selected a
flashlight, a flat wooden medical exam stick and some vitamin E cream from
a drawer in the kitchen area, and settled down on the floor underneath her.

   Looking up, he saw the girl had tried to clean the rest of her body as
best she could, and had brushed her hair out with her fingers.  The light
grooming helped a little, but she still appeared like she had just woken up
from a night of rough sex, which of course she had.  ``Spread your legs
wide, I'm going to check you again,'' he ordered, and she complied.  He
spread her lips apart and checked the hymen area just past her opening. 
Most of the scar tissue had sloughed off, and the skin underneath was
bright pink and smooth.  A few more days, he thought, looking forward to
penetrating the girl.

   The then inserted the rounded end of the wooden stick and used the
flashlight to peer up into the girl's vaginal passage.  She wasn't very
deep at all, he noted.  He could see her cervix opening like a little pink
donut just beyond the end of the stick, and he thought his cock should be
able to reach it.  He was just able to touch the end of one of the previous
girls.  He entered her lying on her side while he held a leg in the air,
pushing himself in and grinding against her pelvis.  He loved the way the
girl squealed, and enjoyed the feeling as his tip brushed her back opening.
He always wondered whether it would have been possible to penetrate the
opening with the head of his cock, and how that would feel.  Maybe I'll
find out with this girl, he thought, giving her another look.

   Everything appeared normal inside, and he noted that the girl had done a
good job rinsing it out.  He also noted that she was lubricating, and
breathing a little deeper.  She had drawn in her breath and tensed up when
he inserted the stick, but this was exciting her a little now.  He removed
the stick and inserted his index finger gently, being careful not to rub
the hymen area.  He hooked his finger from the inside towards the front of
her body and noted her reaction, as she flexed her knees a little and
quivered.  You've got another magic button, he thought.

   He spread some of the vitamin E cream inside her, popped her on the
butt, and led her back into her cell.  After sitting on the bed playing
with her body for a few minutes, her locked her in.  He figured she would
know to watch the video without asking, she was a clever girl.  He was out
most of the day, and when he later arrived back at the house he sounded the
chime in her cell, and flipped on both green lights above the door.  Enema
time, he laughed to himself, switching on the monitor to see if she heard.
She was already sitting on the toilet when the screen lit up, and he
enjoyed her discomfort for awhile before checking the video tape of the
day's activities in her cell.  When he was satisfied that she had watched
the video and not disobeyed the new rule, he switched off the equipment and
started getting ready for her photo session.

   He had previously used the excuse of a clothing drive for children to
assemble a reasonably good wardrobe of girl's clothes, such as blouses,
skirts, shorts, shoes and stockings.  Some of his purchases went to the
charity, and some he kept.  The panties, garter belts, nighties and other
sexier fare were more difficult to obtain safely, but he managed to pick up
a little here and there as the opportunity arose, even from a catalog
offering sexy underthings for midgets!  He had about ten different pairs of
panties he thought would fit the girl, all the way from plain white briefs
to the naughtiest string bikinis, though the bulk of his collection was too
small for her ample hips.  She was easily the oldest of his captives, and
her hips and bottom wer large for her age.  He thought the only flaw in her
body was her thighs, just a bit too full.  He mentally scheduled some
sessions on the treadmill, picturing himself whacking her ass as she ran.
He already knew where the safety clip would be placed, her little ripe
nipple bulbs being the obvious choice.

   He piled his selections on the table and prepared the room while she
finished, smoothing a spread over the bed and moving the overstuffed
recliner out of the way.  He set up a couple of light stands to illuminate
the scene but he didn't bother with rock star posters on the walls or
stuffed animals.  He didn't really care to recreate a teenager's bedroom,
he just wanted a clean backdrop for the pictures.  He opened her door and
she obediently stepped out and took her position.  He grabbed her damp
towels, covered a section of the kitchen area floor, and finally placed a
chair on top of them.  ``Sit,'' he instructed, and he pulled the girl's
hair over her shoulders and down the back of the chair as she complied.  It
was time for a little grooming, and he had become quite proficient over the
years.  He pulled some scissors and other tools from a drawer and snipped
the ends of the girl's slightly damp hair to produce a rounded tail,
stepping back to admire the results.

   He then clipped and cleaned her nails and brushed some pancake powder on
her cheeks, just enough to kill the shine.  He hated makeup, and left the
girl's lips plain, though he pinched them gently to bring a little color to
the flesh.  A thorough brushing of her hair completed her preparation.  He
opened his favorite robe he always wore downstairs, and allowed himself the
luxury of poking his cock into her tresses, bringing it to full attention,
then moved around and put his cock in the girl's lips.  He told her,
``easy, just play with it,'' and she went to work in her usual way, no
hesitation and with full attention.  Once again he was impressed with her,
and stroked her hair as she sucked gently.

   He looked down at her face while she kissed and licked his erection.  He
had printed off a couple of stills from ``Born Innocent'' to try and
accentuate the girl's resemblance to the young Linda Blair, but there
wasn't much he could change.  Her hair was longer and fuller than Blair's,
but he liked it that way.  It falls off her head just about the same way,
he thought as he brushed it away from her forehead.  He regretted for a
moment that the girl didn't have larger breasts to push out a
partially-buttoned shirt, like in the photo.  Of course a fourteen year-old
Linda wouldn't have possessed a pre-pubescent porcelain cunt either, he
reminded himself, looking down at the little white lips running down to
hide between her legs.  He tapped her ankles with his foot, and she spread
her legs to accommodate him, revealing the full swell of her bald little
pussy lips.

   Suddenly filled with ardor, he leaned over and took her face in his
hands, kissing her full on the lips.  The girl had literally never been
kissed, but gradually responded naturally to his lips and tongue.  He
wanted to get her a little warmed up for the film session, and she heated
right up, a glow showing in her cheeks and a pink flush visible between her
legs.  The girl turned on like a light switch, he thought.  He pulled her
over to the bed, sat her down and dropped the first outfit of clothes into
her lap.  ``Get dressed,'' he said, ``we're going out.'' He laughed when
she looked up at him with an exasperated look on her face.  This girl was a
peach, he thought.  ``Didn't buy that, eh?  We're going to take some
pictures, put the clothes on.'' As the girl began dressing, he cleaned up
the kitchen area from the grooming session and retrieved his digital
camera.

   When he returned the girl was dressed in a short blue pleated skirt with
a white blouse and matching jacket, standing in white knee-length socks and
black flat-heeled buckle pumps.  Give her an arm full of books, he thought,
and she would look like she was off to school, though probably modern
schoolgirls would laugh at such clothes, loose jeans and boots being the
norm at the moment.  He lifted the skirt to confirm she was wearing the
plain white cotton briefs, and paused to run his hand over her pantied
bottom, finally sliding his hand down the small of her back underneath the
elastic to squeeze her cheeks.  Luscious, he thought, I should make her
wear panties more often.  Stepping back to pick up the camera he addressed
the girl.  ``You watched the video, so you know the drill.  Let's have some
demure poses as you strip, then as the innocent girl starts feeling sexy,
she touches herself as she undresses, got it?'' ``Yes sir,'' she replied.

   He took some pictures of her fully dressed first, giving her directions
to smile or pout, where to place her hands and so forth, but the girl soon
was into the idea of posing and was creating her own poses for him; a
naughty look over her shoulder, bending over in her skirt, lifting her
blouse and smiling like she meant it.  ``Let's get some clothes off,'' he
suggested, and she removed her jacket, then the skirt and shoes, all the
time holding and shifting poses as he moved around her snapping pictures.
She's doing great, he thought, a natural.  He moved in for some close-ups
on the panties stretched across her pussy as she bent over, and took the
opportunity to feel her ass through the soft cotton, noting with approval
the way she wiggled her hind end in response.  He had her unbutton the
blouse and lie on the bed for more panty shots as she lay back and rubbed
herself between the legs, sliding her hand inside the panties to feel her
pussy underneath.  The girl was becoming more excited and animated as he
took some ``spank me'' pictures with her panties rolled down, bending her
over the bed and having her lie on a pillow with her ass in the air.  He
loved the image of panties being pulled down from the front, just as the
fabric lost its grip on the lips and snapped away, and took several such
shots with her standing up, having her pull the panties up and down for the
camera.

   After another change of clothes and a repeat performance, this time with
cutoffs and a t-shirt, he brought several pairs of panties over for her to
put on and take off, getting shots of her pulling them up tight through the
crack of her ass, and another with the fabric separating her pussy lips as
she pulled up on the hem.  She had absorbed her lessons from the tape well,
he noticed, copying various moves of the lingerie models and adding a few
of her own.  Twice they had to stop so she could dry herself between the
legs between shots, and always he took the opportunity to squeeze and
stroke her body as she moved.

   As the girl rolled on the bed in a baby doll nightie with matching hose,
he took advantage of her wetness to bring her legs together, using her
pussy lips and thighs as a vagina.  He straddled her legs and plunged his
cock between them, first from behind, and then over on her back with her
legs up, his cock peeking out between her thighs to poke her belly as he
thrusted.  He could feel her clitoris swell against his shaft and her legs
squeezing together as he moved, and he laughed and patted her bottom. 
``Not yet,'' he said, ``control yourself, it will be better if you wait,''
and she moaned a little in response, playing the strumpet for him.  He
decided to make her work at it and directed his thrusts forward to bring
more pressure to bear against her inner lips, the girl now moaning and
squirming underneath him.  The action was good enough to start his clock
running as well, so he decided to change the mood to extend the fun, for
him at least.

   ``We need to get some spanking shots now,'' he informed her, ``put on
the blouse and skirt again with the white socks and panties.'' He got up
off her and wiped her moisture off his cock with a cloth.  ``Dry yourself
off between your legs first,'' he said, handing her the cloth.  She did as
she was told and dressed herself as ordered, although he could see her mood
had shifted to wariness again.  Too bloody right, he snickered to himself,
and went to retrieve a paddle from the kitchen.  He had built a tool that
would redden a young girl's ass as if she had been hand spanked, a thick,
flexible rubber pad fixed to a wooden handle.  The rubber was cut in the
shape of a hand with the fingers together, and had soft edges that wouldn't
leave lines when it marked the girl's bottom.  He called it the
``whapper'', and liked the way it saved wear and tear on his hands.

   He had the girl stand and bend over the bed with her ass in the air,
slipped her skirt up and pulled the panties down to her thighs, starting
the spanking with any further comment.  The whapper went to work in rapid
motion, hard slapping sounds filling the air as the girl's cheeks bounced
and reddened.  The girl was shaking her head and squealing as he worked
over her bottom, stopping to take pictures now and then, and hitting her a
few times with his own hands just for fun.  He ordered her to strip and
brought over a set of white hose with a garter belt.  He laid her on the
bed with her red ass framed by the straps, and continued to pound away with
the whapper.  Her ass had turned a deep crimson by now, and he enjoyed her
moans as he squeezed and pinched the flesh between pictures.  Stopping
before she was bruised, he settled next to her and pleased himself by
rubbing his cock between the warm cheeks for awhile, while the girl moved
her hips in reply.

   He turned her over and spread her legs as wide as she could, and started
slapping her on the cunt with the instrument, not hard enough to hurt her,
just enough to change the color of her lips, as the girl cried out in
little yelps of pain.  He took some great pictures from between her legs,
her skin red all the way from her ass through the curve of cheeks as they
met the lips of her pussy.  He finished the show by using the whapper on
the girl's puffies as she lay back on her haunches with her legs spread,
the bulbs of flesh turning a deep pink as the rubber pad slapped away, the
girl's eyes squeezed shut while she whimpered.  After taking a few last
shots with the whapper and the camera, he cleaned the girl's pussy with a
damp cloth and shut off the flood lights.  Time to eat, the man thought,
leaving the girl to lay passively on the bed waiting to be instructed for
the next act, sniffling a little.

   2.  Dogs for dinner

   Crystal had enjoyed posing for the man, playing to the camera and
getting a chance to feel herself in clothes again.  Aside from the black
hose on the first day, she had been naked the entire time with the man.  As
the session went along she became excited from pulling panties through her
privates and feeling herself between her legs with her hands slipped
underneath the elastic as the man encouraged her, working with the camera.
She was sure he wanted her to cum, and thought about asking permission as
he rubbed her between her legs with his cock, getting herself ready to open
to the experience.  She was disappointed when he denied her, wondering if
he could read her mind, but she moaned playfully to keep his mood light. 
The man teased her in reply by rubbing his cock between her legs with more
intensity.

   She wasn't happy at all with the look of the instrument he brought into
their games to warm her ass.  Her apprehensions were confirmed when it
began to slap her cheeks, harder than the man had hit with his hands, but
not as painful as the back of the hair brush.  It wasn't really that bad,
and as she lay on the bed in the white hose she began to feel excited
again, especially when he would stop to run his hands over her red ass and
between her legs from behind.  When he straddled her legs and began to
squeeze his cock between her warm cheeks as he liked to do, she responded
to please him and herself, craving the contact now.

   Her own mood was broken by the painful experience of being slapped
directly on her pussy, the rubber paddle hitting her several times directly
on top of her erect clitoris, causing her to yelp and her eyes to tear. 
The man had her legs spread so far apart she thought she would split in
two, and although the rubber material was too soft to damage her, her clit
throbbed in pain rather than pleasure.  She had never focused on her
clitoris or nipples as centers of sensation until the man came into her
life, and she didn't realize how much pain they could cause her as he
slapped them red.  As the man moved the treatment to her nipples, each
seemed to be the only thing she could feel as they throbbed under the
punishment, the man working on one and then the other as she lay back on
the bed, grimacing from the pain.  When the man left off, she lay on the
bed in a troubled mood, half hoping the man would continue with further sex
play, but knowing torment was almost certainly not over for the evening.

   Instead he surprised her by pulling her off the bed over to the kitchen
table, and sitting her down in a chair, kissing her on top of the head as
he moved over to open the refrigerator.  ``How about a hot dog?'' he asked
her matter of fatly, just as a father would speak to a daughter.  She
responded ``yes sir,'' and when he asked her if she wanted mustard, she
gave the same response.  As he put a dog in the microwave on a paper plate,
he asked her ``ketchup'' and she started to reply, but quickly realized
that `no' was not one of the words she was allowed.  The man noticed her
silence and turned to look at her and she caught his eye and shook her head
back and forth as he laughed.  ``You can now say ``no sir'', but not to
what I command, of course.'' Four words, she thought, at this rate I'll be
speaking whole sentences by Christmas, realizing she wasn't sure what date
it was anyway.  She figured she had been taken about a week ago, but wasn't
sure how long she had been unconscious.  Three days at least, she thought,
recalling the vaguest of memories of being in a drugged state as she was
moved from place to place.

   The smell of the food turned her attention to her hunger and she
gratefully accepted the hot dog and diet cola from the man, after having
nothing but two sandwiches to eat all day.  She noticed that he wasn't
eating as he sat across the table and watched her.  There was no way she
could ask why, but he seemed to be able to read her mind from her eyes, and
told her he would eat in a minute.  She wondered what that meant, and cast
her eyes down as she finished the dog.  Afterwards the man gave her floss
again and led her into the cell to brush and pee, staying to watch her,
which made it difficult for her to start, and embarrassed her deeply.  He
left her to clean herself in the bidet, and she heard him open and close
the refrigerator door.  ``When you're done come over to the bed,'' he
yelled from the other room, and she wondered what game he had in mind this
time.

   When she walked over to the bed the man was lying on his stomach, and he
asked her to rub his back.  Relieved, she crawled over him and straddling
his legs in her white hose, and began to knead his back and shoulders.  She
was curious about the bare hot dog on a paper plate sitting on a side table
by the wall along with small jar of mayonnaise, sensing trouble.  But for
now she concentrated on her work; let's not get whipped she reminded
herself again.  As she worked down his butt she decided to feel underneath
him, and he opened his legs for her hands.  She moved to sit over his left
leg as she had done yesterday, pressing herself into the muscles of his
thigh, stroking one hand under his cock and balls as the other rubbed his
solid ass cheeks.  This kind of play she was growing to enjoy, ignoring the
side of her mind that was in horror at her thoughts, and she quickly
started to get worked up by the contact.  The man apparently approved as
well, as she could feel his cock jump as she cupped her hands under the
stiff shaft and teased the tip with her fingers.

   The man rolled underneath her, and pulled her legs around to lay next to
him, stroking his hands over the white hose and kneading her feet as she
adjusted her position to reach his cock, squeezing his shaft and licking
the tip as he ran his fingers through the crack of her ass, cupping her
cheeks.  Her bottom was a rosy pink from the spanking and she was careful
to keep her nipples from sliding over the man's hairy belly, as they were
still sensitive, throbbing on her chest.  She sucked the man's cock into
her mouth, beginning the now familiar procedure, cupping his balls in her
hands, hoping he would reciprocate in kind.  But he only continued to
stroke her legs and bottom, dipping her hands underneath her a few times as
she worked, teasing, but not allowing her any real pleasure.

   They continued that way for a little while, until the man interrupted
her sucking just as she thought he might be losing control.  ``I'm hungry
myself now, but I think I'll let you serve me.  Take the hot dog and dip in
the mayonnaise and put it all the way up your ass,'' he said casually, as
if it was an everyday thing.

   Crystal was shocked by the request, and wondered how he was going to eat
the hot dog if it was in her ass.  Something gross I bet, she thought, as
she climbed off the bed and considered the task, being watched by the man
as he turned over and propped his head up on some pillows to observe. 
Still, she always kept punishment in mind, and quickly did as she was told,
dipping the hot dog in the mayonnaise jar, and squatting down to open her
bottom.  The hot dog was still cold, and she felt her ass tighten up as she
placed the gooey end up between her cheeks.  She knew her ass was in play
from having to undergo the painful enema preparation today, and she had
practiced briefly between flushing by inserting the nozzle a few times to
master the art of relaxing her muscle.  Again, her ass was betraying her by
denying passage to the cold, slick dog, and she began to panic from the
thought of the consequences of failure.  Just when she thought he was
beginning to stir from the bed, her ass relaxed and she pushed the dog in,
squeezing globs of mayonnaise off onto her hands.  The man laughed at her
pose, squatting on the floor with a hot dog in her butt, holding her hands
out in front of her trying to figure out what to do with the excess mayo.
``Just lick it off,'' he said, ``you could use the calories,'' and she
complied, cleaning her hands as best she could.

   She looked over to the man for instructions, but he just continued to
watch her while he lightly stroked his cock.  ``We'll let it warm up a
bit,'' he said, ``dancing would help.'' She started moving awkwardly with
her ass full, but soon realized that positions in which her ass was exposed
were more comfortable, and more in keeping with the nastiest of this game.
She did a series of splits and squats until she could no longer feel the
coldness of the dog in her ass.  After a few minutes she looked over at the
man and kind of made a face to indicate it was probably warm.  He
apparently understood.  ``Climb up on the bed and feed me the hot dog, a
little at a time, with your ass,'' he ordered, chuckling to himself as the
man did when he was particularly pleased with some torment.

   How am I suppose to do this, she thought, but again wasted no time in
perching above the man with her ass in his face.  He gave her no help at
all, but she finally settled into a position leaning forward on her hands
that seemed to work the best to raise her anus directly to the man's mouth.
A little at a time, she thought, and tried to push the hot dog out of her
ass as if she was pooping, as she called it, trying to squeeze the dog so
it wouldn't slip out all at once.  She was perspiring a bit from the
effort, and succeeded on the first few tries only in passing the rounded
tip of the dog to the entrance of her passage before it slipped back in
place.  ``I'm getting hungry back here,'' the man said, clearly a threat.
She concentrated hard and managed to control her muscles enough to push
about an inch of the dog between the man's lips, which he bit off, kissing
her directly on the ring of her opening as the dog retracted inside again.
``Hmmm,'' she heard him say, ``body-temperature hot dog with mayonnaise. 
Oh well, you can't complain about the service, let's have some more.''

   The girl started to work on squeezing more of the dog out when suddenly
the absurd nature of the situation made her almost bust out laughing just
as she worked another inch of the dog between his lips.  She convulsed to
control herself and shot the rest of the dog out of her ass onto the man's
face, and within seconds was being pulled over to the restraints once
again.

   3.  Choked up

   The man was laughing to himself at her efforts as well.  He had read
about the idea in a story, in which slave girls fed guests with sausages in
this unique way.  Yuck, he thought, I need to find something else than cold
hot dogs, but decided to make the girl continue the show.  In truth he was
hoping she would mess up, as he wanted an opportunity to whip her tonight
to see her reactions to a session of deeper pain and pleasure than their
milder games of yesterday.  When she stifled her laugh and blew the dog
onto his face, he reacted immediately, practically carrying her to the
restraints, as she began to whimper and shake in fear.  The girl settled
into a steady cry, as if complaining at the unfairness of the world, while
he strapped her in place and inserted the bit.  He left the stockings on
this time, as they complimented the white whipping girdle he strapped her
in, tugging up extra hard on the straps to mold the garment over the curves
of her full ass.

   She began to stiffen and quiver again, trying to settle her ass for the
blows, as her cries turned to little wheezing sounds, her breath coming in
gasps.  He picked up the cane and swished it in the air for her attention a
few times, and again she tensed her body, gripping the wrist restraint
straps with all her strength.  He laid on the first blow right across the
center of her bottom and the girl exploded into the wall screaming into the
bit, but then he noticed the volume of her cries suddenly lessen as she
realized the blow had not been anywhere near as hard as the first day.  He
knew the stroke had been extremely painful, even though he had put only a
part of his strength into the cane, but as he gave her the second and
third, he could see that she was withstanding the torture without the loss
of control that characterized the first session.  She had begun peeing when
the first stroke landed, but she didn't have much inside, and nothing came
out at all thereafter.  He picked up the intensity with the fourth and
fifth lashes of the cane, putting more into the last stroke, noting with
satisfaction the wrenching scream from the girl and a few drops more into
the basin.

   He quickly un-strapped the girdle, and with the girl just coming around
to her senses, squatted behind her to match their heights and plunged his
cock into her slick ass, using the leftover mayonnaise still inside her as
lubricant.  He reached around and removed the bit from her mouth while
buried deep in her ass, and pulled from the pocket of his robe a strip of
thick wool he had cut from an old blanket previously that day.  Pulling her
hair aside, he whipped the cloth around her throat, twisted the ends
together and pulled it his left hand, while his right reached around to
seek her wet pussy lips as he began to hump her tight bottom.  Her little
clit was already stiff as he found it, and settling into a rhythm, he began
stroking it concert to his thrusts as he twisted the band around her neck.
He didn't want to cum this early in the evening, so he concentrated on her
mood, letting her breathe freely for the moment as she gained momentum.

   Unlike her usual self, she seemed difficult to arouse, and he brushed
her thick hair away from her face to see if could he sense her thoughts. 
Seeing the fear in her eyes, he tried to soothe her, dropping his hand away
from the cloth around her neck, stroking her flanks and speaking softly in
her ear, ``relax, I'm not going to hurt you.'' He didn't expect her to
trust him, and of course he did plan on hurting her, but not like she
thought.  In any case, she seemed to will herself to respond again and he
picked up the pace.  Within a couple of minutes she had given in to the
sensations from between her legs and was panting softly, starting to strain
in her bonds, trying to enter the stream that would carry her away to the
soft explosions she craved.  When he sensed she had found it, he carefully
picked up the ends of the cloth and prepared for her orgasm.

   As she started her cries he choked her with the cloth as gently as he
could, hitting the timing just right, as her body spasmed repeatedly, over
and over until he released her.  She drew in a deep breath and let in out
in a long moaning cry, as he slowed the movements of his cock and let her
lean back against him, holding her up by her waist from collapsing, buried
deeply in her bottom as she gasped for air.

   He held her for awhile and then withdrew, as the mayonnaise had turned
sticky in her bum.  He unbuckled the restraints and carried her to the bed,
retrieving a glass of water and lifting her head up to drink.  He turned
her over on her tummy and rubbed her back, letting her regain her
composure, un-clipping the garter belt and pulling off the hose.  By the
time we're done tonight her bottom would be pretty beat, he thought, noting
patches in places on her cheeks that were particularly red from the
spanking and whipping.  He was still planning another punishment session
tonight.  Tomorrow would be a short day, as he would be gone until nearly
dinner time, and he considered other ways he could torment her for fun
while giving her ass cheeks the day off.  He loved to punish his captive's
bottoms more than anything, and he had to discipline his urges.

   It was a good time to give her a treat after the choking session, which
he rated as only partially successful.  She had come through the punishment
session still in a state of arousal, as he planned, and he was pleased
about that.  The girl's orgasm had been extremely strong, but the
experience had shaken her mood too much, he thought.  She had buried her
face in her arms on the bed, and wasn't responsive to his gentle massage.
He left her on the bed and retrieved a small carton of low-fat ice cream
with caramel swirled through it, and a couple of cookies from the cupboard.
He picked the girl up off the bed and sat her in his lap in the big
reclining chair, holding her head on his chest and spoon feeding her from
the carton.  She stubbornly refused to warm up to his gesture, her hands
tightly clenched and her eyes shut, but she ate all the ice cream he fed
her, and relaxed a bit when they were done, curling up crunching a cookie
and laying her head on his chest as he stroked her hair and legs.

   4.  In a haze

   Crystal slowly came back to her self as she lay in the man's lap.  Her
mood had been shattered when the man had whipped and choked her, and she
found herself wishing he would kill her rather than continue her torment.
The events of the previous day had given her some hope that she could turn
the man in her favor if she tried to please him enough, in spite of being
peed on and belted, but now she felt doomed again to fear and pain,
wondering when a game would go too far and he would snuff out her life. 
She didn't know enough to understand why he had choked her, that it was a
sex game people played willingly.

   As her mind started to function again, she remembered that the man had
not hit her near as hard with the cane, and that after the first hit she
was able to take the slashes on her cheeks.  She thought back to his
assurances, to the way he had soothed her on the bed, fed her ice cream,
and considered the way he was now cooing to her softly and stroking her
hair.  She realized it was possible the man had regretted going so far, and
the more she considered the last hour, the better she felt.  She relaxed a
bit and let her hands rest on his chest, her mind running over the
experience again and again, regretting that she hadn't been more alert when
the man gave her the ice cream.  The taste of cookie and caramel was strong
in her mouth, and she recalled how the man had fed her like a baby, coaxing
her lips apart with the spoon.  As wise as the girl was for a ten year-old,
she didn't realize that she fallen into acceptance, that her entire life
was now centered in this one room, everything measured by her captor and
his moods.

   The man tilted her face up to his and kissed her again, and she felt
herself blushing as he let her face go, burying it in his chest and
allowing herself be warmed by his caresses.  She was worn out emotionally,
and let her mind go blank for awhile.  Finally the man stretched and patted
her on the bottom.  ``Put your hair up and shower,'' he told her, ``and use
a squeeze bottle to run some warm water in and out of your ass, it's a
little sticky in there.'' He lifted her up to her feet and patted her on
the bottom, and she walked into her cell on unsteady feet.  She wanted to
throw herself on the bed and sleep, her belly full of food, but she quickly
followed his directions, recovering to near her normal efficiency.  She
brushed her teeth quickly, wrapped her hair in a towel and stepped into the
shower with the nozzle-tipped bottle.  As she expelled the warm water from
her ass, she let herself pee into the drain again, no longer concerned with
it being a perversion, just a convenience, and washed her skin and face.

   After Crystal dried off, she walked out of the cell and stood by the
door in her usual posture, but the man was now back on the bed watching
her, and motioned her over.  He took advantage of her freshly scrubbed body
to stand her by the bed while he kissed and licked her nipples and tummy,
stroking the back of her thighs and bottom.  He lifted her by her bottom
and bent down to place a kiss on the top of her pubes, and then pulled her
onto the bed and lay her on her stomach.  She started as she felt something
plastic and cold slide between her bottom cheeks, and felt liquid entering
her ass.  The man leaned over her and placed a bottle on the side table,
and she saw it was a kind of lubricant for sex, the outline of a naked
woman on the company's label.  She knew what she would feel next, and the
head of his cock soon demanded entrance in her rear, slipping easily into
the slick hole.  The man straddled her legs and gently rocked back and
forth, rubbing his hands up and down her back expertly.  In spite of the
cock moving in her ass, she gave into the massage, stretching her back and
settling into the bed as he kneaded her shoulders and neck.

   The man pulled her bottom up into him, and once again stuffed a pillow
underneath her to give him a better angle, stepping up his motions as his
cock slid smoothly in and out of her ass with liquid sounds.  He stroked
her flanks and then down to her tummy, tucking one hand under her while the
other continued to rub her back and arms.  She was receptive to his touch
by the time his fingers found her pussy, softly manipulating the lips and
brushing ever so lightly over her hooded nub.  ``That's it,'' she heard him
say.  ``If you want to cum you have to ask, and I may say no.  If you cum
without permission I will have to punish you,'' he reminded.  She resolved
not to ask tonight, but then quickly reminded herself that he might grow
angry with her, and decided to wait for an appropriate time to speak.  She
tucked away his words ``have to'' in her mind to consider later.  ``Does
this hurt?'' he asked, and she remembered the new phrase she was allowed,
replying truthfully ``no sir.'' His cock was not too large and the
lubricant was like silk in her bum, warmed by the friction of his
movements. ``Good,'' he said, ``I want this feeling to last.''

   Crystal heard him making soft grunting sounds and sensed his cock
swelling in her bottom, wondering if his intentions to last were being
overcome.  Apparently the man sensed the same thing, and pulled out of her
bottom uttering a ``whew!'', as he slapped her on the cheeks and wiped her
ass with a damp towel.  He left her laying on the pillow, giving her ass
the usual pat as he climbed off the bed and moved over to the stereo system
to select a playlist on the MP3 player.  ``Did you ever listen to the
Cure?'' he asked, and she responded ``no sir,'' vaguely aware of the group
with the lead singer's wild black hair and makeup from videos.  The tinkle
of chimes filled the room as ``Disintegration'' boomed into life, the
opening chorus swelling from the speakers.

   The man went into the kitchen and came back to the bed with an ashtray
and a lighter, a hand-rolled cigarette propped in his mouth.  She knew what
that was, and had even tried an experimental puff once, hacking at the
harsh smoke from the schwag her friend had managed to score.  He pulled her
off the pillow and sat her up next to him on the bed, lighting the joint. A
strong smell of cedar and spices filled the air as he sucked in a hit.  He
turned her face up and placed his lips over hers, blowing the smoke into
her mouth as he exhaled.  She breathed it in as he obviously intended,
surprised to find the smoke soft and fragrant, and it tickled her nose as
she exhaled.  By the time he repeated this procedure she was already
beginning to feel a warm rush in her head from the fine quality marijuana
the man used.  She kissed the man back with the third hit, thinking it was
gallant of him to feed her smoke this way.  By the fourth hit, her mind was
spinning, and the music seemed to be growing out of the walls, washing over
her senses.  He left his lips locked with hers and she hugged him,
overwhelmed by the moment.

   He pushed her back down on the bed in the same position, and every nerve
in her body was alive as she felt him squeeze a little more lubricant in
her ass.  He entered her again from above, and continuing where he left
off, kneading her shoulders as he slowly worked in and out of her bottom.
Crystal's heart was racing from the effect of the drug, and she panicked
for a few moments, concentrating on her breathing, as if it would stop if
she didn't will her lungs into motion.  Gradually the feeling passed and
she felt as if she was becoming one with the bed, in near ecstacy from the
sensations.  Every note of the music seemed to be alive and his hands
glowed on her back.  She could feel the entire outline of his cock as her
bottom expanded and retracted.  When he rose up and pulled her up on her
knees, she spread her legs and pushed herself onto his cock, feeling every
hair of his belly on her cheeks.  Her orgasm came without warning, her ass
clamping on his penis as she cried out in shock.

   She was in the punishment straps before she knew what was happening,
trying to clear her head as he deftly strapped her into the girdle with
practiced ease.  The music had switched gears into a hard, insistent beat,
and the room swam around her as he laid into her bottom with the cane.  She
heard herself screaming and felt the pain rising from her ass like a wall
of flame as he lashed her over and over.  The cannabis was still running
strong and she felt the strangest sensation of being in pain but not having
it overwhelm her.  The caning was not something done for play, it was
agony, yet she heard her own words in her screaming, realizing he had not
inserted the leather bit.  She lay back in the straps and let herself pee
into the basin, hearing her voice pleading to the man over and over,
``please sir, please sir, please!!''

   5.  Clouds and rain

   The man could see that the girl was losing control as he pulled her to
her knees to take her ass doggy style, luxuriating in the feeling of being
in a ten year-old girl's ass while stoned and listening to his favorite
music.  He gave her no warning, wanting her to cum and break the rules, and
shook himself from his pleasure to get her in place and ready to be whipped
before she could begin to panic.  As he slashed her ass with the cane
without the mouth gag, he kept the force in check, trying not to push her
into such spasms of pain that she would lock her teeth and hurt herself. 
He wanted her to be able to speak, but a side benefit was being able to
hear her unmuffled screams, which somehow melded with the music as he
stroked her to the beat, twenty or thirty times at least.  He was rewarded
by her hunching her hips and peeing into the basin in what he was sure was
a voluntary act of wanton behavior, and grinned in triumph as she pleaded
with him.

   He acknowledged her pleas by dropping the cane and swiftly pulling the
girdle off, squatting behind her like before and plunging his cock between
her glowing hot cheeks right through her asshole to the hilt, reaching
around to support her and stroking her pussy, still dripping.  The girl
very quickly fell into a shattering series of orgasms, one after another as
the music drove around them, still yelling ``please sir, please'' and then
falling off into yelps and moans in time to her spasms.  He controlled
himself as best he could, not wanting to cum yet himself, as the music
cooled down into the pounding dirge of the last two songs that signalled
the end of the set.  The pot had leveled off into the start of the soft
letdown stage, perfect for mindless extended sex, and he stroked in and out
of her bottom to the pulse of the beat.

   He unbuckled her straps and carried her to the bed, cleaning her pussy
and ass with a towel while she lay on her back, her body slack and her eyes
nearly empty.  He sucked some water in his mouth and prodded the girls lips
open with his tongue, squirting the liquid into her mouth as he had done
with the powerful smoke, in a sensuous kiss.  He rolled her over and
squirted more lubricant in her anus, then over on her back again, climbing
onto the bed and lifting her legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around
them as he plunged into the girl's slick ass again.  The MP3 playlist
continued into ``Entreat'' echoing the songs from the previous tracks, and
he fell back into his mood of before, closing his eyes and drinking in the
pleasure of being inside the soft little girl, resting his head against her
feet.  The girl was practically senseless during this time, but gradually
began to pant and moan again as his cock relentlessly pumped her ass, the
lubricant warming up and bridging their sensations together.

   He let himself build to his peak, pumping faster into her, while her
hands gripped the sheets and her head fell back.  She grunted and lifted
her head practically yelling ``please sir!'', as she had no hope of
stopping if he denied her.  Instead, he urged her on, ``go, go!'' and
pulled himself from her ass, holding her thighs together and driving right
into the folds of her cunt, feeling her clitoris running in the groove
under the head of his cock.  The girl thrashed about on the bed pulling the
sheets with her hands and tossing her head as he felt himself start to cum.
He thrust between her legs as hard as could, practically spanking her red
cheeks with his pelvis, and held himself in place as the first streak of
cum shot out across her tummy, the next arcing all the way up to her face,
dropping on her lips and chin.  He spurted again onto her chest and
dissolved into little shots and dribbles that spotted the front slope of
her belly and pubic mound as he resumed his pumping action to finish
himself off, smiling at her as he caught the sight of her tongue licking
her lips clean.

   When he was satisfied he tossed himself on the bed by her side, and
turned his head to look at her.  Her feet had dropped onto the bed with her
knees still in the air, one knee resting on his leg and the other onto the
bed, spread wide open with the soles of her feet nearly touching.  Her face
was lost in a tangle of her hair and her hands still had wads of sheet
bunched into them, though they had gone slack.  Drops of his cum speckled
her tummy and chest and broader patches were pooled in her lap.  He circled
her head in his arm and they lay together as the girl drifted in and out of
sleep, the music washing over them, the girl heedless of her condition.

   Not wanting to fall asleep, he roused himself and shook the girl awake,
wiping her down with a freshly-warmed damp towel, and then almost carried
her into her cell to prepare for bed.  He worked out in the main room,
stripping the sheets and shutting down the music.  He adjusted the climate
control and opened the room door to retrieve new sheets, moving the laundry
hamper out for later.  He could hear the shower starting in her cell and
decided to join her, feeling a little sticky himself.  She jumped when he
opened the door, and looked unsure of herself when he stepped in with her,
but soon was soaping him with her hands.  He washed the girl in return,
enjoying the feel of her soapy bottom and pussy.  He turned her around to
wash her from behind and the girl stretched herself in response, allowing
him to run his hands from her thighs to her neck in a sweeping curve as she
pressed her bottom into him.  After the girl dried him off he retrieved the
hair dryer and stayed to spread hand lotion on her bottom while she worked.
There were a few red patches that hadn't fully faded, but overall he was
pleased at her condition, given the thrashing she had absorbed.

   He instructed the girl to make the bed and finished clearing up, locking
the room door after bringing in a fresh supply of towels.  Later he would
allow the girl to perform domestic tasks, the outside room becoming hers,
the cell nothing more than a bathroom.  It had taken many weeks with the
previous girls before they could be trusted to tend to themselves, but he
figured this girl could be sleeping outside in a week, the threat of
punishment being sufficient to discipline her.  He was already thinking
about expanding the chamber to add another cell, letting Crystal train a
new captive they could both use, and he smiled as he thought of an idea for
her video selection tomorrow.  He thought maybe she could be led to enjoy
abusing another girl, and started to think about how old she should be and
what type.

   He pulled a single ankle cuff from a drawer, and attached one end of the
braided slender cable to the frame of the bed, pulling the girl onto the
bed and locking it in place.  The cuffs he used for sleeping were cleverly
designed with combination wheel locks, which avoided the need to mess
around with keys.  Sometimes he would cuff all their limbs, but he figured
the girl was in no shape to present a threat, in fact she didn't even seem
to be aware of his actions at the moment.  Probably he could trust her to
be free of restraints, but he decided it would be good to start the habit
of playing safe now.

   The girl was already sleeping when he turned off the lights and climbed
into bed next to her.  The sensual shower with the girl had aroused him,
and he considered waking her up and having her suck him to sleep, but
instead he shifted the girl over on her side, and used some lotion to
moisten the underside of her bottom cheeks and the top of her thighs.  He
cuddled up to her and ran his cock between her cheeks, slowly thrusting
back and forth while he hugged her to him.  The girl stirred and raised her
head briefly, but soon settled back down as the man feel asleep, his
erection buried in the lips of her pussy.

   6.  Take out

   Crystal woke up early in the morning half clasped in the man's arms. 
Her mouth was dry, and she pulled herself up to drink some water from a
glass on the side table the man had left.  She felt the cuff on her ankle
and tested the cable, noting it was just long enough to allow her to move
around on the bed.  It felt good to scrunch down into the bed, and she
pulled the sheets over her as she burrowed herself back into the man's arms
to seek his body warmth.  She closed her eyes and curled up, hoping the man
would let her sleep, when suddenly she realized she needed to pee, and was
cuffed to the bed.  Soon the urge dominated her thoughts, and she turned
over to try and read the time from the control panels of the various
equipment in the room, finding it to be just after 4 AM from a small green
readout on a piece of audio equipment.  She wondered how long the man would
sleep, and figured it would be at least until 6.  She knew it would be
impossible to hold out that long no matter how hard she tried.  She lay
back down to consider the problem.

   The goal was to avoid punishment, her ass still sore from the many shots
she had taken the previous day.  Being whipped was severely painful even if
he pulled his strokes, and despite the way her body had responded last
night, it was still an experience to be feared.  She thought about the way
she had begged him to please her and blushed as she recalled her behavior.
Turning her thoughts back to the moment, there was only one choice that she
could figure out.  Peeing the bed was out of the question, as she knew the
man would not pull his punches, and shuddered at the memory of the first
whipping.  The ankle cable was much too short to allow her to reach the
punishment basin.  So before she lost her nerve, she turned over and shook
the man by his upper arm.  ``Sir, please sir,'' she said as the man snapped
open his eyes, and then moaned and shut them again, asking in a muttered
voice what she wanted.  She couldn't think of how to respond, and he was
sinking back to sleep, so she squeezed his arm and repeated her plea.  This
time the man woke himself up and raised himself up to look at her.  ``What
is it?'' he asked.  She repeated ``please sir'' and raised her eyebrows as
emphasis, and the man caught on.  ``I assume you're positive you can't hold
it,'' he said, and he bent down to unlock her cuff, falling back on the bed
to wait for her.

   She quickly got up and went into the cell, the various lights on
appliances being sufficient to illuminate the room.  She peed and cleaned
herself and got up to walk back to the bed as the toilet flushed, and was
surprised by the man as he met her at the door.  He pushed past her, saying
``me too,'' and she walked back over the bed and sat on it to wait for the
man.  She heard him flush and saw him walking through the room in the dim
light.  ``Lay down,'' he ordered, and as she complied he grabbed her ankle
and locked it in the cuff.  He stroked her leg, kissed her on the knee and
climbed back over her, turning her to face him as he lay down and cupped
her bottom in one hand.  He stroked her face with the other hand, pulling
her chin up towards him.  ``Listen,'' he said ``you can now speak when you
need to.  I'm sure you won't abuse the privilege.'' She cast her eyes down,
considering what this meant.  ``Thank you,'' she offered, but he grabbed
her by the chin again and spoke a little sternly to her; ``Thank you sir.''
She quickly replied ``yes sir,'' and he grunted in reply.  ``You're doing
well,'' he said, ``but don't forget your place.  Suck me off now,
quickly.''

   She hadn't expected him to want sex at this late hour, but she fell to
the task, bending back over him, the ankle cable not being long enough to
allow her to stretch out.  She was concerned that his cock was fresh from
peeing and grimaced a little as she sucked it between her lips, but the man
had evidently cleaned it off, and there was nothing but the usual neutral
taste of his skin.  He was not fully erect when she started, but soon was
straining as she worked him over vigorously.  She fell into a fast rhythm,
licking over the head of his shaft with her tongue as she pulled up, and
then curling it around the shaft as she sunk back down, sucking him back
in. She felt the man start to stroke her hair and bottom, and she massaged
around the base of his cock as she leaned over him.  Within minutes the man
was pumping his hips up to meet her, and she felt the cock swell in her
mouth, sucking the cum as he shot into her.  There wasn't very much this
time, and it was soon over, the penis softening between her lips.  The man
pulled her back to him and rolled her over to face him, plumping the
pillows and laying back down to sleep, patting her ass cheeks a couple of
times.  Crystal thought that meant ``good job'' and she smiled in relief,
curled up in his arms and fell asleep with his breath in her hair.

   The next morning the man scrambled eggs for them, first asking her if
she could cook.  ``No sir,'' she replied, never having the opportunity to
do so.  ``You'll learn,'' he returned, and she wondered if she was to
become a captive maid of sorts.  He served her the eggs with toast and
orange juice and she relished her first hot meal since being in captivity.
He cleaned up while she sat at the table, wondering what would come next.
``I'll be gone all day,'' he said as he washed up.  ``I'm leaving you with
tapes and a book to read, and I enabled the remote.'' He moved her back in
the cell and pulled her down on the bed, just to play with her for a few
minutes.  She responded in kind and sucked his cock again while he spread
her open and applied more Vitamin E cream inside.  This time he worked his
finger deeper insider and rotated it around for while, and she felt herself
breathing faster, a different kind of pleasure spreading from her pussy. 
He ended their session with a pat on her bottom and kissed her on the lips
of her pussy before moving her off him.  He then kissed her on top of the
head and locked her in.

   The day moved quickly for Crystal, with the novelty of a book to read.
The book had a painting of naked women on the cover and was called
``Justine, or Good Conduct Well Chastised''.  She recognized the author's
name from the punishment tape the man had shown her, and she wondered what
``Marquis'' meant.  She opened the book and read the introductory material,
glancing through the first pages, reading of the two sisters.  She wondered
how it would relate to whatever torment the man would inflict on her
tonight.  She was grateful for the additional privileges he had given her,
especially the food, and she noted she had two sandwiches again today
instead of a pile of bread.  But her bottom was still sore from the long
whipping, and she was in a wary mood from the choking incident.

   She put the book aside and noted that the plexiglass door over the TV
was ajar, with three tapes stacked next to it in un-labeled boxes.  She
opened the door and put a tape in the VCR, and tested the remote, noting
that all the buttons worked as he had promised.  She ran through the tape
on fast forward and saw it contained a movie called ``The Story of O''. 
She stopped the tape and watched a sequence where a girl was tied naked
between two columns and whipped, while other scantily-clad girls and an
older woman watched.  The scene was well filmed and she found it somewhat
exciting.  The second movie was called ``Emmanuelle'', and she slowed down
to catch a scene where an oriental woman on a nightclub stage smoked a
cigarette with her pussy, which seemed to be impossible to the girl.  The
last tape was a compilation of scenes involving one woman spanking and
whipping another.  All of the material involved women either abusing or
being loved by other women in part, and she wondered how it could relate to
this evening.

   She read from the book for awhile, but grew bored with the old-fashioned
writing.  She thought the main character was hopelessly naive, showing no
sense as she stumbled from one situation to the next, always being abused
by people from whom she expected kindness.  She watched both the movies,
and was frightened by a scene where the girl named ``O'' was branded on the
back, just above her bottom, wondering if the man intended that for her. 
She decided that it was just part of the movie; at least she allowed
herself that hope.  The last tape she resisted, but after looking through
book for awhile, her thoughts returned to the scenes on the tape, and she
watched while a very pretty brunette girl was spanked, paddled and finally
whipped by a blonde wearing hose and high heels.  The blonde woman was
using a whip with many leather straps, and although it made a loud smacking
sound when it hit, no damage was being done.  In fact, the two girls
obviously were enjoying the play, the blonde spending more time feeling up
the brunette than whipping her.

   She napped fitfully, not wanting to miss the preparation signal, trying
to work out how late in the day it had become.  But she was awakened from
full sleep by the tone on the speaker, and blinked her eyes as she awoke
straining to see the lights above the door.  One, she thought in relief,
thankful to avoid to painful enema procedure.  But when she showered she
used the squeeze bottle anyway, just a little.  She had pooped earlier and
thought it would be wise to clean inside a little to be sure of being fresh
if he kissed or licked her there.  She shivered a little at her thoughts,
and found herself wishing he would lick her tonight.  She thought about
feeling herself in the shower, as she didn't think the camera would be able
to tell, but decided that would be foolish.  She didn't even consider how
evil these thoughts were anymore, and it didn't matter.  She was here, he
expected her to enjoy the sex play, and there was nothing to gain by
refusing.

   She was full of anticipation when the door finally opened, and the man
stepped in.  She started to walk out of the door, but he pulled her to him,
fondling her bottom and stroking her back.  ``Hmmm, you feel delicious,''
he said, ``hungry?'' ``Yes sir,'' she replied, keeping her words to the
minimum.  He had brought back Chinese take-out food for them, and it was
already laid out on the table.  She only ate at school and the home, not
having any money of her own, and aside from the occasional fast-food treats
from her friends, had never eaten out.  She relished the new tastes,
especially the fried shrimps in the sweet pink syrup.  She found a hard
crunchy tail in her mouth and didn't know what to do with it, and he
laughed at her.  ``Spit it out, you don't eat the tails, haven't you had
shrimp before?'' She shook her head `no' and pulled the hard parts from her
mouth and blushed, feeling like a rube in the city.

   He asked whether she had finished the novel he left, and she shook her
head ``no'' with a mouthful of food, alert to his mood.  He said he would
leave it in her room, and she exhaled in relief, apparently safe from
punishment for the moment.  ``What did you think?'' he asked, and she
considered what to say, but he helped, ``wasn't Justine silly?'' She nodded
a ``yes'' and he laughed.  ``Did you watch the films?'' he asked, and she
said ``yes sir'' in reply.  ``If I told you to whip another girl would you
enjoy doing it?'' She didn't know what to say to that, and cast her eyes
down, feeling her face blush.

   ``I'm considering making plans to expand this room,'' he said, taking
her by surprise.  ``I'd like to add a big bathroom with a whirlpool bath
off this wall,'' waving one hand behind him, ``and move the exercise
equipment in there.  Then you could sleep out here and another girl could
stay in the cell,'' he went on, as if discussing minor domestic
arrangements with a spouse.  ``I'd let you help train the girl, do you
think you could handle that?'' Crystal didn't know what to say, and just
shrugged her shoulders in reply, thinking of the implications of what he
was suggesting.  The man didn't say anything more, glancing at her while
eating as if trying to read her mind, which he seemed to be able to do.  In
fact, her mind was in an untypical state of confusion at the moment, and
there would be little to read there.

   ``Wonder what sweet and sour girl would taste like?'' he suddenly
laughed, breaking the uncomfortable silence.  Again, she didn't think it
wise to say anything in response, and her eyes went wide as he knelt in
front of her, stuck a finger in the sauce, and pulled her legs apart,
transferring it to her pussy lips as she giggled and hid her face in her
hands at the unexpected scene.  She gripped the edge of the chair as he
licked her lips clean, and then repeated it twice more while her excitement
grew, first from having the sticky sauce spread on her privates and then
especially from his tongue as he worked to remove it.  He raised himself up
next to her and smeared a nipple, taking more time than was needed to lick
it off, sucking and teasing the nipple with his tongue.  She laid her head
back, enjoying the soft sensations and getting even more excited, as her
nipple seemed to be wired to the parts between her legs.  ``Nice, but I'm
not being fair, I should offer you some,'' he said, giving the nipple a
kiss farewell.

   He stood up and grabbed the carton of shrimp, stuck himself inside and
pulled out with his cock coated in sauce, a pineapple piece comically
slipping off as he moved over to her face, grabbing a paper towel which he
held underneath him.  She cooperated by moving her head forward to meet him
and slurped and sucked his cock while he stroked her tresses.  He then
repeated the process with the soy flavored sauce accompanying a noodle dish
and she took her time, first licking drips from the bottom of his penis,
then running her tongue along the shaft licking at it like a cat, finally
engulfing it in her mouth and cleaning it off.  The man thrust a few times
into her, then sat back down at the table, smiling.  Her mind was in a
whirl from the implications of the dinner play.  It was as nice as he had
ever been to her, aside from sex, and the last little part of her moral
side was shocked at how she had giggled like a little girl when he licked
her sweet and sour pussy.

   After dinner they lay on the couch while the man watched the sports news
and flipped around the other channels as she played with his cock and
wished he would pleasure her.  She sensed the evening was going to be
easier on her sore bottom than the previous day, given the playful dinner
and the present relaxed mood, but she remained on guard.  The man settled
on the Playboy channel for awhile, and she felt his cock while he watched
five attractive girls with breasts that were too stiff to be natural
pretend to whip each other in a phony dungeon set.  She thought the scene
was pretty silly and wondered how they would like being punished for real.
She imagined herself with the cane striping their asses as they begged for
mercy, and the thought excited her somehow, reminding her of the scenes she
had watched today.

   The man ignored the television for awhile and turned her around to lie
on top of him, playing with her ass and licking between her legs while she
sucked and teased his cock with her hair again.  He moaned when she pressed
it her hands around his cock and worked the hair up and down, but told her
to take it easy, that he didn't want to cum yet.  Crystal wanted to cum
very badly after the day she had spent, and wished he would stop teasing
her behind and get down to business.  Once he stuck his tongue deep inside
her, and she was glad she had cleaned it carefully.  The move came as a
surprise, and was over too quick for her to appreciate, but it left her
even more excited.  ``I've got something you might like,'' he said, ``you
seem to be in the mood,'' and her senses went on alert, wondering whether
pleasure or torment was next.  It turned out to be both.

   7.  Riding the sky

   The man was enjoying lying on the couch with the girl, examining the
contour of her behind, her pussy lips curving up to from his chest to meet
her bottom as she lay on top of him teasing his cock.  He looked closely at
her structure, admiring the way the parts fit.  Her clitoris was at
attention as usual, he chuckled to himself, almost forgetting she was ten.
The knob was buried underneath the hood, which rose from a depression
between the top of her lips and just swelled past them, about an inch long.
Her inner lips started from just where the hood ended, melding together in
a little ridge that disappeared under the hood.  He traced them up with his
finger tips as they curved above the upper lips just slightly before
merging together just behind her hole.  There wasn't a wasted bit of skin,
everything was clean and symmetrical, and he thought to himself that he
couldn't have designed a more attractive pussy.

   He placed a finger on either side of her opening and pulled the flesh
apart, giving him a view of the area where her hymen had been removed.  He
noted there was no scar tissue left, just a pink ring of new flesh, and
wondered if he should advance his plans.  No, he thought, give it two more
days, then I can spend a full weekend inside her well-healed pussy.  But he
saw no harm in using his tongue, and pulled her hips up to him, working it
in as far as he could with his nose smashed against her asshole.  He was
pleased at the taste of it, only a little musty from her excitement, and
noticed her anal ring was squeaky clean as well.  The ridged skin covering
the muscle radiated out from the center and was an attractive pink color.
He noticed that the foremost part towards him ended in a vertical slope
that formed the front wall of a little pocket between the ass and the
merger of her pussy lips, and he stuck the tip up his tongue in there,
licking up and tickling a little ridge that ran from her anal opening,
while the girl moaned in response.

   He decided she was ready for tonight's special toy, and popped her on
the butt a couple of times to move her off.  He noticed her glance at him
as he left her sitting on the couch, something she hadn't done up to now,
always keeping her eyes cast down unless he prompted her.  He was very
pleased that he not used her freedom to speak yet, but obviously the girl
had accommodated herself to their revised relationship, and was being a
little less passive.  He welcomed the change, but thought that he had
better remind her that he enjoyed tormenting her as well.  But not tonight,
this was for fun, provided she didn't overstep her bounds.  Or mostly fun,
he thought, depending on her tolerance for pleasure.

   He had acquired a Sybian device some years back, and had modified it to
suit his games.  The device was a black semi-cylindrical saddle, with a
soft rubber insert running along the top manipulated by a motor inside the
saddle.  The insert attachment vibrated in a circular motion, and could be
replaced with versions including various dildos.  Both the intensity of the
vibration and the rotating motion could be controlled with speed knobs. 
When the Sybian was running the dildo would whirl around inside the vagina,
while the soft pad vibrated against the clitoris.  Some women loved the
expensive device, and some thought it was too intense.  He wondered what
Crystal would think when she was through with her extended ride.

   The saddle was too tall to suit the smaller anatomies of his captives,
and he had mounted the device in a hole cut in a plywood platform.  He
could adjust the height of the saddle with respect to the girl on the
platform by moving retention bolts on steel brackets.  He added a steel
T-bar to the front with wrist restraints that forced the girl to sit
leaning forward a bit, pushing her clit into the vibrating insert.  On
either side of the saddle he had installed leather straps that were buckled
over the girl's calves just behind the knee, locking her in place.  He
added coated foam rubber to cushion her legs.  Behind the Sybian he mounted
a leather-padded stool that was designed for him to sit on, just at the
right height to allow his cock to fit underneath the bottom cheeks of the
girl riding in the saddle.

   But what was really special was the rubber insert he made, first carving
the design into hardwood and then making a mold from dental stone for the
plastic compound.  The insert had a trough channel in the top designed to
fit his penis, which ran underneath her bottom.  The front of the insert
was a raised cup to accept her clitoris.  He had molded in a pocket leading
to the cup to accept the tip of his penis, and there was a hole at the end
of the pocket that terminated inside the clitoris cup.  If he could stand
the sensation, he could run his penis head through the channel into the
pocket as he came, and the cum would squirt out of the hole to splash her
clitoris from behind.  It was so intense he often had to pull out after the
first squirt and finish between the insert channel and the girl's pussy
lips and bottom, but he had cum several times in the past few days, and
thought he might be able to manage to flood her clit good tonight.

   He opened the door to the room, being careful to enter the combination
out of the girl's sight, and pulled the setup out of a wall cabinet.  He
had mounted a chair caster on one corner so he could tip it up and roll it,
and he noticed the girls eyes grow wide as he pulled the heavy rig into the
room, setting in down on the carpet in front of the bed.  He locked the
door and grabbed lubricant and towels from the kitchen, and after getting
everything ready, motioned the girl over.  He patted the bed next to him
and the girl obediently sat, her eyes running over the device in front of
them, no doubt wondering where she fit in.  He usually smoked pot in the
evenings, and knew the smoke had the right effect on the girl after the
previous night.  This time she readily sucked it in while he exhaled into
her mouth, the smoke softened by being in his lungs first.  They remained
kissing after the last puff, the girl's hands busy on his cock while he
stroked her hair.  He left her on the bed to put on some music as she
closed her eyes and let her head fall forward, the strong weed affecting
her right away.

   The girl fell into him when he returned to sit on the bed, and he spent
some time kissing her soulfully as the initial waves of the high washed
over them and the girl played with his cock some more.  When the pot
leveled off a bit, he picked her up and sat her down on the saddle,
adjusting her lap to fit just right on the insert.  The girl's eyes were
wide as he clamped her wrists into the restraints and fixed the straps
behind her knees.  He checked again to make sure she couldn't move her
clitoris out of the soft rubber cup of the insert, and squirted some
lubricant under her hood.  He then climbed on behind her and lubricated the
insert channel, and ran his cock between her bum cheeks to make sure of the
fit.  Perfect, he thought.

   The arrangement allowed him to rock back and forth on the stool, hugging
the girl from behind.  He could easily pull his cock out of the insert when
the sensations were too intense, allowing him to let his erection be
squeezed up between her bottom cheeks.  He wished the girl had large
breasts he could play with in this position, but he had to satisfy those
urges with the local escorts he often paid to fuck him with their tits as
he lay back and gripped the flesh in his hands.  Can't have everything, he
thought, but at least this girl had some tangible nipples to tweak, as
opposed to the flat chests of his last three captives.  I'll have to get a
fat little one next time, he thought, thinking again of the pleasure of
having Crystal train a new girl.

   He placed his penis in the insert channel and ran it back and forth into
the receiving cup, already throbbing from the unique feeling.  He switched
on the Sybian and turned up the vibrating control mid-way, scrunching up
his face at the tingling sensations from his cock, turning it down just a
bit.  He could retract when he needed to, but the girl was stuck in place
to take whatever he dished out.  As the soft, lubricated rubber cup started
vibrating under the girl she gasped and gripped the T-bar, grimacing until
he turned down the speed.  He turned up the rotation motion just a little,
the machine oscillating a cam he built inside the insert that added to the
sensation.  It was like being sucked by a vibrating girl.  he thought, as
the girl's pussy lips quivered on his shaft.  He leaned forward and hugged
the girl, laying his head on her shoulder and running his hands over her
belly and nipples as she began her ride, panting softly as the sensations
from the machine started to hit her.  He reached down and turned both
controls up just a fraction, and settled himself into her, moving his cock
in and out of the vibrating pocket of girl flesh and lubricated rubber.

   The girl lasted no more than five minutes before starting to become
agitated in his embrace.  She was making little mewling sounds and panting,
and he heard the ``please sir'' just about when he expected.  ``No, you
will not cum until I say, and I will not be gentle with the whip.'' ``Yes
sir,'' she replied, and set her teeth, obviously trying to think about
something other than her pulsating private parts.  The pot was making it
difficult for her to concentrate, he thought, I'll help her a little.  In
truth he did not want to interrupt his comfortable position by having to go
through the long process of punishing and cleaning the girl, then setting
her up again for the machine.  So he grabbed her nipples and tugged them
forcefully.  The girl squealed in pain, forgetting her pussy for the
moment, and he let her alone again, cupping her tummy and focusing on his
own pleasure.  When he felt her building up again, squirming on the seat
and groaning for release, he let her have it again, pinching the nipples
and pulling them up and around, enjoying the feel of the little bulbs
between his fingers as the girl cried out.

   The third time the girl was in distress she opened her lips and almost
said something.  He decided to let her cum, since he didn't want to hurt
her nipples, and whispered ``go'' in her ear.  He thrilled to the feeling
of her bucking in his arms as she came over and over, her moisture now
coating his cock as the tip ran under her vaginal canal entrance.  When her
spasms subsided he was rewarded by her moans as the machine continued its
work.  She quickly was taken over again and began to cry out this time,
``oh, oh oh!!'' as her poor clit was mercilessly assaulted in the vibrating
cup.  This time her orgasms didn't stop, and he had to pull out his penis
to avoid going over the edge himself, letting the throbbing cock cool down
a bit, springing up between her bottom cheeks as her body started to break
out in a sheen of sweat.  He grabbed a towel next to them and wiped her
down, the distraction stopping her chain of orgasms for a moment.

   But the machine was relentless, and soon she was back in its grip,
cumming again and again and starting to squeal and moan as tears flowed
from her eyes.  ``Please sir!'' she cried, obviously meaning for it to
stop, not for permission to cum.  ``Don't speak!'' he ordered in response,
and settled his cock back into place to let another wave build for himself.
The girl tried to keep control for a few minutes, but was soon crying out
again, grunting and moaning and wheezing for breath.  He felt himself
starting to cum and gripped her tummy tightly, holding his cock back in the
saddle until the last moment, and then plunged his head into the soft
rubber pocket, trying to hold out as long as he could.  He could feel his
cum start to pump into the cup surrounding her clitoris, and wished he had
placed a video camera for the sight of it squirting out around her hood. 
The feeling of the cum splashing her inflamed clit plunged the girl into a
hard orgasm, and she bucked underneath him, all of her muscles tense.  His
cock tip was aching from the vibrations, and he couldn't stand it anymore,
pulling out to let his spent penis ride up her ass crack, simultaneously
reaching beside him to crank both control knobs up.

   Now the girl's nub was being vibrated and swirled in a cup of his own
cum mixed with lubricant, and she was practically screaming, desperate for
relief.  After a few minutes more of a continuous series of orgasms, she
was screaming for real, and he turned the control knobs to the maximum
position, the Sybian humming loudly.  Her reaction was nearly immediate as
the rubber insert whipped her pussy lips, and she went slack in his arms as
he held her to keep her from collapsing forward.  He pulled her head back
and brushed her hair from her face with one hand, and saw that her eyes
were still open but un-focused, her mouth open and drooling.  Looks like
she's had enough he snickered.  He was concerned that she had suffered some
kind of seizure, but recalled a similar reaction from the previous captive.
Just burned out from endorphins, he thought.

   He turned the machine off, and unbuckled the restraints.  The girl had
regained a semblance of consciousness, but was a rag doll as he lifted her
from the machine and lay her on the floor.  She lay there in a pile of
limbs, staring across the floor at nothing, starting to moan again, but
softly.  She didn't react in any way when he wiped her off with a damp
towel and cleaned her pussy, noting the area around her clitoris was
glowing a soft red.  He washed the insert in the sink, finally wheeling the
contraption out of the room.  When he came back he kneeled on the floor
next to her and moved the hair from her face.  Her eyes had closed and she
was wearing a slight stupid grin, breathing normally again.  He left her on
the floor and used the bathroom, scrounged around in the kitchen for some
of the leftover Chinese, and took another hit or two off the joint.  When
he went back over to her she was still in the same position, not asleep, as
he could see when he rolled an eyelid back, just senseless.  He lifted her
up and placed her on the couch, lying next to her and enjoyed feeling the
heat from her body as the pot kicked in.

   It was at least a half hour until the girl stirred and rolled over next
to him, and he kissed her lips and little pug nose for awhile, stroking her
hair and back.  ``Sir?'' she said, ``can I go to the bathroom sir?'' the
first complete sentence she had spoken.  He told her to wash herself in the
bidet as well and brush her teeth.  While she busied herself in the cell,
he turned off the MP3 player and turned on the TV, and she came back to the
couch and lay next to him without being asked, clearly out of it.  He was
too comfortable to mess with the restraints, and let her slip into sleep.
He eventually clicked the TV off as the Playboy channel repeated the
programming of earlier that evening.  Nothing on but re-runs these days
anyway, he thought, and fell asleep daydreaming of girls in a dungeon, his
arms around the spent girl with his cock between her bottom cheeks.



   End of Part Three.  Kudos to ``Megs Enslavement'' on the ASSM archive
for the hot dog idea.  Note this is fantasy fiction and I do not endorse
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