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   My Dirty Little Whore

   by als2475

   This is the story of how I, a Lieutenant in the US Air Force, turned the
shy and reclusive Captain Heather Jackson into my dirty little whore.

   It all started while I was deployed; I had been here for four months of
my one year tour.  My wife was supposedly waiting for me at home.  We had
been having troubles due the extreme distance and her sudden religious
zeal. It had been three months since I had seen her and the lack of sex was
just about killing me.  Enter Captain Jackson; maybe five foot at the most,
beautiful face and a small, slim body.  Her uniform hugged her curves in
all the right places.  Through a lucky twist of fate, I was assigned to
train her in the weapons system.  My crew and most of the men on the base
wanted her, a single, goodlooking woman is impossible to find here. 
Unfortunately for them, she was also very prim and proper.  Hiding behind
her glasses and a shell of distantness, she turned them down by not showing
up to any social event.  Heather was a dorm rat.

   I was interested in training her to do her job and on some deeply
hidden, dark primal level.  Being married and very lawful, I never thought
that the primal urges would be unleashed, but they were.

   It was perhaps a week after I started training Heather.  After our last
swing shift I had gone home, looking forward to hitting the club with my
crew and starting our break.  I realized that I haven't given the Capt some
paperwork that I needed to have her fill out.  Since it was still early
(about a quarter to twelve) I changed quickly and walked down the hall to
Heather's room.  I knocked twice on her door and waited to be let in. 
After a moment, she opened the door.  She had obviously been getting ready
for bed, a plain cotton T-shirt, flannel pajama pants and white socks. 
"Figures," I thought, "She would think it just too wild to sleep in
anything less." I explained about the paperwork and how it had to be in by
tomorrow and if she would mind filling it out right away.  It was only a
short page of fill-in information, but she seemed irritated by my
presumption.  Grudgely she stalked into her room, I meekly followed and
stood near the door.  Bending over her table to fill in the paperwork, she
told me in no uncertain terms that I should have remembered earlier and
that it was rude to stop by so late.  I apologized outside and fumed
inside, it wasn't late at all for everybody else.  Thinking of something to
say, I asked her why she wasn't coming down to the club to hang with the
crew.  You would think that I had asked her to kill someone, she blew up at
me so.  I tried not to argue, but she was being so bitchy.  I don't know
what came over me, but I blurted out "Captain, shut the fuck up or I'll
make you my dirty little whore!"

   She looked up at me through her glasses with wide eyes.  Time froze.  I
had just ruined my career; I had just committed sexual harassment,
insulting a superior and probably a million other career ending things. 
She stood there staring at me.  It took her some time to speak and she
simply said "What?" There must have been something in her tone that shifted
my gears; suddenly I realized that her eyes were dilated and that her
nipples were so erect that I could clearly see them through her shirt.  The
dark urge broke inside me.  I wanted to make her my dirty little whore, my
very own sex slave.  I also knew that she wanted it as well.

   Going for broke, I stepped closer to her and said in a low, dark voice
"Shut up or I'll make you my dirty little whore!" She gasped with ... 
excitement..., fear..., something dark and primal in her soul too?  I'm not
sure, but I grabbed the back of her head by her pretty brown hair and,
saying "I think I'll do it anyway", forced her to her knees.  I held her
head with one hand and undid my pants with the other.  My fully erect cock
popped out and I pulled her head to it.  She looked afraid and uncertain,
so I forced her jaws apart with my hand and rammed my seven-inch cock into
her mouth.  She gagged, but using both hands on her head, I continued to
mouth-fuck her.  Her stifled protests and gags ceased as her throat opened
and my entire length went into her mouth.  The feeling was unbelievable; I
felt so powerful.  I remembered a Jack Nicholson line from "A Few Good Men"
-- "There's nothing like getting a blowjob from a superior officer." That
is so true, but I'm sure that even old Jack had never felt what I was
feeling, raping my Captain's mouth.  I was incredibly turned on.  My dick
slid in and out of Heather's mouth in a blur.  I said, "When I come, I want
you to swallow my load." She tensed up and tried to pull away, so I calmly
took my cock out of her mouth and slapped her across the face.  "Shut up
whore and do it." Then I rammed my cock back into her mouth.  After a few
more minutes of this I started to come and, as I had instructed, Heather
swallowed every drop.  I had her clean my cock with her tongue and then sat
down on her recliner.  She collapsed in a heap on her floor.

   For a few minutes I rested and then broke the silence with my
instructions.  "You will do what I tell you, when I tell you.  I will use
you as I want to use you, only for my pleasure.  Any pleasure you receive
is because it pleases me.  You will not resist me in any fashion.  You will
not speak unless I allow you permission to.  Professionally, we will go on
as before, but personally, you will serve my every sexual whim.  I will
never call you by Heather, or Capt here, here you are my whore, my slut, or
my slave.  Do you understand whore?"

   "Yes, I understand." Heather replied.

   Swiftly, I grabbed her and bitch slapped her, hard.  "You will always
end each sentence you speak to me with `Master'.  Do you understand whore?"

   "Yes, I understand, Master." My little whore replied.

   "Good, now strip for me."

   Heather slowly stood up and bowing her head began to take off her
clothes.

   "Hold your head up.  My dirty little whore is proud of her status."

   She raised her head and even smiled a little.  She removed her glasses
and I nodded approvingly at her.  Knowing that I was proud of her, she
tugged off her shirt with more enthusiasm, revealing her beautiful breasts.
They were smaller than I was used to, maybe B cups, but well formed.  She
removed her PJ pants and underneath wore white cotton brief panties.  She
hesitantly slid those down her smooth legs to reveal a full bush of brown
pubic hair.  Finally, her socks came off and she stood naked before me. 
She was quite beautiful, I couldn't wait to use her body as my own dark
playground.

   "Kneel before your master."

   Heather quickly fell to her knees about two feet in front of me.

   "Good, I am pleased with you.  Now you will tell me about your sexual
experiences, I want to know everything.  When, who, how old you were, what
you did, how often you masturbate, everything."

   What followed was Heather's recount of her sex life and, as I had
thought, it was rather short and dull.  She had saved herself for marriage
in high school, only to find out she was actually saving herself for
college.  In her Junior year she lost her virginity to her boyfriend of six
months.  It was short, painful for her and ended with him cumming quickly
and leaving her even quicker thereafter.  Her second time was two years
later, during her first assignment when she had a one-night stand with
another young officer.  Once again, she hadn't really enjoyed it.  Heather
had never had oral sex.  My cock was the first to ever be in her mouth and
she had never tasted cum before.  Neither of her men had eaten her either.
Of course no anal sex or any kinky experiences.  She rarely masturbated,
and was usually unhappy afterwards.

   "Why do you want to be my dirty little whore?" I asked, interested in
her answer.

   "The way you talked to me and then treated me was the most exciting
thing ever, I want to give you control, I want to be used, I think its
something deep and secret within me, Master." She looked directly at me
when she answered and I knew she was telling the truth.

   "Excellent, now, show me your clothes."

   Heather's wardrobe consisted of nothing that I would call sexy, her
clothes were demure and unrevealing.  Her underwear consisted of cotton
briefs and simple bras, mostly white, with some color thrown in.  She only
had pantyhose, low pumps and no lingerie items at all.  I was disappointed,
but not surprised.  "I will select new clothes for you to buy.  You are to
wear what I tell you to wear.  Now, I'm going to shave your cunt bald." She
seemed taken aback, so I threw her onto the bed and commanded her to stay.

   In her bathroom, I found what I needed, scissors, razor and shaving
cream.  Calmly walking into her bedroom, I told her to spread her legs. 
She complied.  I quickly and efficiently removed all the hair from her
public mound.  I regularly shave my wife, so I'm pretty good at this. 
After finishing, I wiped away the extra cream and hair revealing the most
incredible cunt I had ever seen.  I spread her lips apart and feasted my
eyes on the perfect inner labia and clitoris.  I felt my mouth begin to
water.  As my wife can tell you, I love to eat pussy and I knew I would die
if I didn't feast on my slave's cunt right there and then.

   Burying my head in her snatch, I licked her cunt, savoring the heavenly
taste.  I sucked her clit, I licked her labia lips, I fucked her hole with
my tongue.  It was fabulous, the best pussy I had ever eaten.  And as for
Heather, my ministrations began to have their effect, her body relaxed and
she began to moan.  I slid a finger into her wet vagina, then another.  I
concentrated my tongue attack on her clit and sped up my pace.  I could
tell she was getting close, so I took my middle finger out of her vagina
and shoved it up her ass.  The sensation was too much for her, she sucked
in a breath and then came, spasming wildly.  I continued to eat her until
she was done, a good thirty seconds later.  Soon after she said, "Master,
that was incredible."

   Enraged, I punched her cunt hard, causing her to scream in pain.  Then I
grabbed her one of her nipples and twisted it cruelly.  I picked her up and
threw her onto the floor.  She cowered before me.

   "Did I give you permission to speak whore?  Did I?  No, I didn't.  You
must learn." I then grabbed an arm and dragged her into the bathroom.  I
roughly pushed her into the bathtub and made her kneel.  I pulled out my
semi-soft prick and aimed it at her.

   "You will learn that you are here for me.  You are now mine!" That said,
I released by bladder and urinated on her.  I peed on her face, her hair,
her entire body, claiming it for mine.  She knelt there, eyes closed,
learning the true meaning of servitude.

   When I finished, I zipped up my pants and told her, "Take a shower, put
on your robe and go down to my room.  I am going to the club for a while.
When I get back to my room, I want to find you kneeling nude in the center
of my living room.  Understand, slut?"

   "Yes Master."



   I went down to the club and enjoyed a few beers with my crew.  It was
odd how surreal my life had become.  I knew that Heather was right now
waiting for me to come home and dominate her, but I played it cool, calmly
drinking and chatting.  About an hour after I had left her room, I walked
up the stairs to my dorm room.  Would she be there?  I was very confident
that she would be.

   I was right of course, I walked into my room and there was my whore,
kneeling before me on the floor.  Her discarded bathrobe was nearby, so I
knew she had followed my instructions completely.  I said nothing to her. I
walked past her and into my bathroom.  There, I quickly showered and
shaved. I came out in my bathrobe and found two glasses.  I poured some
wine into both of them.

   "Thirsty, slave?"

   "Yes Master."

   I picked up the wineglasses and moved in front of her.  I placed one
glass on the table nearby and held the other in my hand.  I took a quick
sip.  "Open your mouth."

   Heather did as I commanded.

   I untied the belt of my robe to expose my nakedness beneath.  My soft
cock dangled before her head.  I took another sip of wine and then calmly
placed my prick in Heather's mouth.  "Close your mouth around me." She did.
"Now drink, you dirty little whore." Heather seemed confused for a moment;
the moment before I released my pentup beer piss.  She got the idea quickly
enough as my warm pee filled her mouth.  Her eyes flew open wide, but I
stared hard at her and she began to swallow my urine.  I kept the flow slow
and steady.  I occasionally sipped my wine as I took the best piss of my
life.  After about five minutes, I ran out of pee.  I was proud of my
whore, she had drank three beers worth of my urine.

   "Now", I said taking my prick out of her mouth, "drink this." I handed
her the other wineglass.  I then sat down in my recliner, watching Heather
gulp down her wine.

   "Didn't you like your drink, whore?" I asked, mocking her.

   "Yes, I liked it Master." She lied.

   "Crawl over here." I ordered.

   Heather did.  I reached down and caressed her breasts.  It was the first
time that I had felt them.  They were marvelously firm.  "There's one more
little thing whore," I calmly said, then I tightened my grip on her tits,
causing her to gasp in pain and surprise.  "Never lie to me, bitch.  I do
these things because I enjoy them.  If you feel pain or discomfort, it is
because doing it to you turns me on." I wickedly twisted her nipples one
last time before roughly pushing her away.

   "Now, lie back, spread your legs and masturbate for me.  I want to watch
you get yourself off."

   Looking rather embarrassed, Heather followed my orders.  She spread her
nice legs wide and leaning back, began to play with her sweet pussy.  She
began by running her hands down her body.  She squeezed her tits for me and
even pinched her nipples.  Heather's hands traced their way down to her
snatch.  She lightly caressed her bald cunt, moaning at the sensation.  She
was beginning to enjoy herself.  She spread her cunt lips with her hand and
began running her fingers over her clit.  Her other hand found its way to
her vagina and she inserted two of her small fingers.  Her moans became
louder and she humped her hips into the air.  My little whore was getting
off for me and loving the sluttiness of it.  Heather ran her tongue over
her lips and then surprised me by easing her middle finger into her ass. 
Once again the sensation of anal penetration set her off and she came with
a mighty groan.  Her fingers danced on her clit until the orgasm ended. 
She fell back on the floor, exhausted.

   For my part, I tried to remain cool during this spectacular show.  I
drank my wine and resisted the urge to jerk off.  I had never watched a
woman masturbate before, not even my wife, and the eroticism of it was
incredible.  But, I figured, why should I take care of myself when there
was a perfectly willing and capable slave to do it for me.

   "Whore, pick yourself up and crawl to me." I said.

   Heather slowly rose to her hands and knees and wobbling only a little,
crawled into position in front of me.

   Sitting back, I said "That was a very good performance, I am extremely
turned on and proud of you.  To show how happy you are at pleasing me, you
will now give me a blowjob."

   I must say that my little slut was learning, she instantly locked her
lips on my hard cock and began to suck it.  What Heather lacked in skill,
she made up with enthusiasm.  She ran one hand up and down my shaft in time
with her bobbing head.  She used a lot of saliva, which I like, so her
mouth and hand glided up and down my cock easily.  I leaned back into my
chair and enjoyed Heather's first blowjob.  Knowing that it would take
something special to get me off, with as much as I had had to drink, I
ordered her to lick my balls.  She continued jerking my cock with her hand
as her mouth and tongue attacked my balls.  She licked them lovingly and
then gently sucked each of them into her mouth.  Knowing that she was mine,
sex and soul, I said, "Lick my asshole, bitch!" I had always wanted that,
but never even brought up the subject with my wife.  However, what are sex
slaves for if not to fulfill those needs you can't share.  I brought my
legs up and sure enough, Heather licked her way down to my anus.  Her
tongue felt incredible at that sensitive spot.  I took over stroking my
cock, so she could concentrate on the rimjob.  She gripped my asscheeks,
holding them apart so she could bury her face in her master's ass.  She
began to push her tongue against my sphincter.  Ever so slowly, my anus
dilated open and her questing tongue wormed into my rectum.  The feeling
was unbelievable.  I stroked my cock, Heather tongue-fucked my ass and I
came.  All over my chest and stomach, I came.  My orgasm blew me into orbit
and I knew that Heather would be spending a lot of time eating out my ass.
Finally, I came down to Earth.  I brought my legs down and looked at my
slut.  She performed well, no smirk or even smile, just a calm anticipation
for my next instruction.

   I was quick in giving it.  "Clean up this mess you made whore!" I said
gesturing to my cum streaked torso.  Heather began to lick up my cum.  She
was very careful not to miss any and finished the job by licking my hand
clean like a dog.  "Put my cock in your mouth, bitch." I said.  She gently
put my softening cock into her mouth.  I was a little tired, so I took a
quick nap.  About forty minutes later, I woke up and Heather was still in
position.  Pleased, I took my cock out of her mouth and ordered her to
stand.

   "Now I will begin your education in bondage.  Hold out your hands."

   I stood up and took the belt off of her robe and tied the ends to her
hands, forming a pair of soft manticles.  I led her by the belt into my
bedroom.  I then put the middle of the belt over my door and closed it. 
Now Heather was pulled upright, barely able to stand on the floor, her arms
were stretched above her head.  Her body was tightly pressed against the
door, her luscious ass facing me.  I walked to my closet and selected my
thin black belt.

   "You realize that you have been very naughty tonight don't you whore?"

   "Yes Master."

   "What do you think I should do to reward you?" I said, cracking my belt.

   "Treat me like a slut Master.  Like your dirty little whore should be
treated."

   "Very good slut." I said.  Then I brought the belt against her ass hard.
She screamed in pain.  "Very good!" I yelled and gave her another one. 
This was no light whipping, I was putting my arm into it.  Perhaps not
enough to break the skin, but enough to cause her real pain.

   I continued to beat her with the leather of my belt.  Five lashes, ten
lashes, twenty lashes to her ass.  Then I moved to the backs of her thighs.
She screamed with each blow.  Tears ran down her face, but she never
resisted.

   After a while, I turned her around so her ass now pressed against the
door.  I grabbed a couple of clothespins out of one of my drawers and after
sucking on each of her tits, I put one on each nipple.  She gasped. 
Quickly, I began to bring my belt down on the front of her thighs.  She
continued to yelp in pain, crying all the time.

   I soon moved up to Heather's belly, whipping her flat ab muscles.  Then
I beat her tits, knocking the clothespins off.  This served to make her
scream louder.  My cock was getting hard again, so I discarded the belt and
told her to spread her legs.  Because of her position she had to go up on
her toes to comply.  I then slapped her pussy, landing with my palm on her
mound and my fingers curling in to smack her clit and vagina sharply.  With
each blow I could feel her cunt get wetter and wetter.  Finally, when I
couldn't stand it any more, I moved up to her and grabbing her by the
waist, lifted her up slightly and impaled her cunt on my cock.

   Heather gasped as I penetrated her.  Her cunt was incredibly tight.  It
felt like a fist milking my cock.  I fucked her like a wild animal, knowing
I could last for quite a while.  I was never gentle with her, I slapped her
a couple times and then bit down on one of her nipples.  She moaned loudly
and I rammed my cock into her.  I bumped into her cervix during some really
deep penetrations and she gasped at the slight pain.  I reached between us
and pinched her clit, this caused her to cum.  She came quickly and then
started to build to another orgasm.  Just as her second one started, I
bitch slapped her and came myself, filling her little cunt with my jism.

   I remained inside her long enough to drain my wineglass.  Then, I pulled
out of her sloppy cunt and carefully positioned the glass under her.  Our
combined juices oozed out of her vagina and collected in the glass. 
Together, Heather and I silently watched the mess fill the wineglass, both
of us knowing what was going to happen when it was full.  Finally,
Heather's cunt stopped dripping and I released her.  She dropped to her
knees, careful not to upset the contents of my glass.  "Have a drink
Whore." I said.  Heather picked up the glass and hesitating only a little,
drank down the nectar of our sex.

   It had been a long night and I was tired.  I was sure that Heather was
exhausted, physically and mentally.  I gently lifted her up and took her
into my shower.  The warm water sprayed down on us.  Heather washed my
body, carefully ensuring that I was clean everywhere.  Before I allowed her
to wash herself, I peed on her again.  She languished under my urine
stream, treating it like the shower spray.  She allowed some in her mouth
and rinsed her hair in it.  I was very happy that she was starting to enjoy
the watersports, I was personally looking forward to never having to pee in
the toilet while she was around.  I then had her pee on herself.  First one
leg and then the other.  Finally, I watched her wash herself.  I made sure
she paid close attention to her genitals.  I wanted them very clean, I
would be using them later.

   At last, we went to bed.  I always sleep naked, so Heather did too.  She
confessed that she had never slept nude before.  "Get used to it, from now
on, you will never wear clothes to bed again, slut." I said.  "Yes Master."
I then slept the sleep of the sated.

   The next morning I brutally sodomized her.

   I awoke when Heather got up to pee.  I listened to her urinate in the
toilet and planned my next sexual act with her.  She came back and saw that
I was awake.  I pulled the blanket off myself, exposing my semi-hard cock
and said, "My turn." My dirty little whore knew exactly what I wanted, so
she crawled onto the bed and took my dick in her mouth.  When I was
finished with my morning piss, I roughly bent her over my desk chair and
tied her down.  Her arms and legs were secured to a chair leg with her ass
exposed and vulnerable.

   I began by exploring her buttocks.  They were very firm, but small.  The
really great thing about them was that they separated nicely, allowing me
to see her puckered little anus.  I moved my explorations to this tight
little hole.  I knew she was very sensitive there so I lightly brushed my
fingers across it.  Heather moaned a little, enjoying the feel.  I suddenly
felt the need to get closer to her nether hole, so I knelt down.  My face
was inches from her beautiful ass.  My hands continued to play with her
asscheeks and anus.  I leaned foward and applied my tongue to her cunt,
enjoying the fresh taste of pussy in the morning.  I became heady from her
aroused smell and taste.  Heather moaned loudly and I was suddenly
emboldened by her; I ran my tongue up to her anus.  I was ready for a nasty
taste, but unexpectedly, it tasted just like normal skin.  Confident now, I
greedily licked my slave's asshole.  I ran my tongue from her clit all the
way up the crack of her ass.  This caused Heather to moan even louder and
wiggle her ass.  That action brought my hand across her asscheeks.  Heather
gasped as I slapped her ass.  Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, the
sensation of my tongue on her cunt and ass was too much for her.  She
started cumming wildly, twisting against the bonds and screaming in
pleasure.  When she was done, I stood up and slapped her asscheeks again,
just five quick strokes.  I was hard enough already.

   I got a condom and some lube out of one of my drawers.  Standing behind
Heather, I put on the condom and lubed it up well, I knew her ass would be
tight.

   I lined my latex covered cock up with Heather's sweet anus.  Slowly, I
began to push against her sphincter.  She sucked in a breath and held it.
She seemed very nervous.  "Just relax, whore.  It'll be better that way." I
said.  Unfortunately, she didn't heed my advice.  She was so tight-assed
that I was unable to even slip in the head of my cock.  Shrugging, I pushed
harder, a lot harder.  My cockhead forced her asshole to dilate, and I
slipped in.  With the momentum I had, trying to force myself in, my cock
slid about halfway in.  I had hoped to allow Heather to get used to my
cockhead first, but she choose not to relax.  Too bad.

   Instantly, Heather began to cry.  "No, stop, Hurts too much.  No!" She
said through her tears.  I grabbed a nearby sock and quickly balled it up.
"Shut up bitch!" I yelled at her, then brutally rammed my cock all the way
up her ass.  She shrieked loudly, I quickly shoved the sock into her mouth,
effectively gagging her.  She continued to scream into the gag, but I
ignored her and started pumping her ass.  I would slowly pull almost all
the way out and then quickly shove my cock all the way in.  Heather
continued to cry and protest throughout this.  I had never fucked a woman
in the ass before, so I wasn't about to stop because my slave felt
discomfort.  Hell, the power trip added to my arousal.  I liked brutally
raping my Captain's virgin ass.

   Eventually, I settled into a nice fuck pace.  In and out, like the well
lubed machine that I was.  Heather's ass was fantastic, incredibly hot and
tight, it was like fucking a padded furnace pipe.  My slave stopped
screaming into her gag, but the tears continued to run down her face;
clearly she wasn't having a good time.  I decided that I wanted her to
scream some more, so I pulled out of her completely and then drove my cock
balls deep into her ass.  This got her screaming again.  I did this a dozen
times or so and then felt that familiar tingling in my balls.  I buried
myself into her one last time and leaning forward, grabbed her nipples and
yanked on them hard.  She screamed, I came; it was fabulous.

   I came so hard I thought I was going to blackout.  I released her tits
and rested on her back.  She continued to sob loudly.  When I had rested
enough, I stood up and took my cock out of her ass.  Carefully, I took off
the soiled condom and walked around in front of Heather.  She looked up at
me with her tear streaked face.  I gently took the sock out of her mouth.
"You did very well slave, now clean me up." I said kindly and caressed her
face.  She gave me a little smile and then spit shined my cock wonderfully.
Then, I had her raise her head a little and I poured my come out of the
condom into her mouth.  Heather unhesitatingly drank my warm seed.

   "There, now that's a good little whore." I said and untied her.  "Go
kneel in the bathtub."

   Heather was walking a little funny, but she made it to the tub.  I gave
her a quick golden shower and told her to clean herself up.

   That was just my first night with Heather as my dirty little whore. 
Since then I have had many more nights of pleasure with her.

   questions?  suggestions?  comments?  als2475@yahoo.com

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