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Subject: {ASSM} Willow {Willow} (bdsm MF FF rough sad anal)
Date: Tue,  6 Nov 2001 01:10:06 -0500
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"Willow"
  by Willow


   I am Willow, and I am a sex slave.  I was bartered into
this lifestyle at 12 and I have never known any other life. 
Though my "breaking" was violent and harsh, it forever
changed my life.  I have never had a boyfriend or husband. I
will not ever know friendship in the sense that others do. 
I have never really known love.

   I live the life of a slave (or would it be better to say
"sex pet"?) living in an apartment with 5 masters.  Three
are men, the other two are women -- all roommates of sorts. 
I am living out an indeterminate sentence of servitude being
shared by them.   I am theirs to command as they please.  I
am frequently tied or chained as is their pleasure, but this
is not the avenue by which I am enslaved.  AS you will come
to know, I am frequently offered to strangers and friends at
parties and in public places for my masters' pleasure.

   Each of my masters is very different in their desires. 
Senna, Silver, Peter, Trevor and Hunter each live out their
fantasies or frustrations on me in a different way.  They
are and have known each other long enough to know how to
share, and sometimes cruelly interplay their requirements
with me.

   Senna is a tall, slender blonde with a cruel streak. 
She is the most torturous.  Needles, hot wax, a strap on
dildo, and a carefully selected long thin riding crop are
her favorites for me.

   Silver is more of a follower.  She is a slim oriental
and she often prefers to dominate me with a strapon during
group sex or to hold my tied hands and force my fingers into
her oozing wet pussy while another uses me for their
pleasure.

   Trevor and Hunter have a variety of interests far to
expansive to relay here, but tag-team is their favorite
sport.  Peter is the most gentle Master and closest to what
I can imagine a boyfriend to be.  As I have been a slave
since I was 12, it is hard for me to know this feeling.

   Most recently they brought me along on a flight to
Amsterdam.  It was an 11 hour flight and we took off in late
evening.  The plane was one of those with a center row of
six seats where Trevor had carefully booked all of us to
sit. I was seated in the very center with Senna to my left
and Trevor to my right. Trevor selected my clothes for the
trip, a short black dress tight enough to demonstrate my
purpose, that buttoned down the front and black stockings
only.  Once in my seat Senna slipped handcuffs behind me and
bound my hands behind my back.  Once the flight was in the
air, the crew began a movie (during which most passengers
sleep).  As the movie started, Senna lifted the arm rests
and unbuttoned my dress all the way down the front.  In the
darkness, I was completely exposed as she forced her hand
into my wet pussy.  Senna leaned over and nibbled at my
nipples while Trevor watched and then excused himself to get
a drink in the back of the plane.  Senna would accept
nothing less than my complete obedience and silence so the
other passengers would not know.

   Slowly, Silver rose from her seat and raised the
armrests on the entire row before coming to sit on my other
side.  Silver took my feet and lifted them onto the narrow
row of seats so that I lay out completely before her.  My
breasts were thrust into the air as I lay on my still
handcuffed hands. Senna teased my nipples and bit them while
Silver leaned forward and quietly began to lick my swollen,
wet pussy.  This is Senna's favorite scenario, when I am not
permitted to make any sound, but accept anything she
requires. As Silver licked my pussy and also nibbled at my
breasts, Senna watched with a face I knew very well meant
this was only the beginning of my duties. She reached
underneath to free my hands.  Senna always prefers restraint
through intimidation and physical force over tethers or
handcuffs and to her these are simply the appetizer for an
evening of wickedness.

   Silver reached into her purse and produced a small
vibrator which she plunged suddenly and deeply into me.  As
she did, I arched my back, stiffened and Senna dug her
fingernails into my wrists to confirm I was hers to command.
 The darkness in the middle of this long deserted row of
seats along with the fact that Senna was on one end and
Silver on the other, provided enough darkness to conceal
their movements.  After some time, Silver retreated.  Her
"fluffing" done, Trevor returned with his drink and the
large male flight attendant that had served him.

   Not believing his eyes in the darkness, the flight
attendant looked quickly around at the dozing passengers,
sat down and ran his hands over my completely exposed body. 
Chuckling briefly in amazement he plunged his face into my
pussy, licking me fiercely and forcing his tongue and
fingers straight into me.  I knew then, I would be given to
him for pleasure in trade as well as the amusement of my
"family" of masters.

   My new charge clearly could wait no longer and whispered
to  Senna to send me to the back in 3 minutes then he
carefully wiped his face of my wetness, smoothed his shirt
and tie to collect himself before leaving quickly for the
back.

   Senna released my arms, told me to button my dress and
slowly, sit up so as to not attract the attention of any
passengers who may have not been asleep. I did as instructed
and then Trevor dismissed me to the back lavatory of the
plane.  He told me to go in, strip except for the stockings
and wait with the door unlatched.

   I did as I was told and waited standing in the cold
harsh lighting of the very tiny, smelly bathroom.  I waited
for some time before the door slipped open and closed very
quickly and my "trick" had arrived.  "Put your hands over
your head, lean over the sink and don't make any sound no
matter what I do" he told me.  I did as he ordered and he
positioned himself behind me quickly and took both my wrists
in one hand, kicked my ankles apart to spread my legs and
snapped my head back by grabbing a fistful of my hair with
the other hand before forcing himself into me so hard that
he lifted me off my feet.  He bounced me on his dick hard
and forced my face and tits into the mirror as he impaled
me.

   He was so forceful and the pain so great that I lost my
breath and could not have screamed if I dared.   He
obviously enjoyed lifting me off the ground with his
pounding thrusts.  "I will teach you to appreciate a real
man," he hissed in my ear as he pulled my hair hard enough
to arch my body backwards onto him.  He paused briefly to
listen to the unstoppable faint gasps that escaped me in my
forced and twisted painful contortions and he warned me
again, "If you make one sound and give us away, I will hurt
you in ways that will break your mind - this is a very long
flight and I will take full advantage of it."   He then
pulled me off of him like a dirty piece of clothing and
forced himself into my ass like a train.

   My entire body, coated in sweat, stiffened in pain such
as I have not known since my first "breaking."  Yes, I have
been used for anal pleasure, but he was so large and he
slammed me so hard, he clearly wanted to 'tear' me rather
than 'open' me.  His hand still grasping a fistful of my
hair, he stopped after many excruciating thrusts and looked
down with a quiet chuckle.  With his other hand he reached
down somewhere and then held a bloody finger in front of my
face to show me that he had successfully "fucked me bloody."

   He laughed quietly again and then wiped the blood from
his finger on my top lip just under my nose so that I may
smell the blood, sweat and my own well-reamed ass while he
continued until he came in my ass in hard, thrusting waves.

   After an endless time hanging in his grip, he relaxed
from his orgasmic stupor and lowered me again to my own
feet.  Regaining his breath, he whispered to me once again,
"Trevor tells me you would love to be broken nightly for a
paying audience in my apartment in Amsterdam.  He also tells
me we could make a fortune selling bondage and torture
videos featuring you, Senna, and me on the black market. 
So, my little 'fuck doll' wait till you see what I have
waiting for you now."


                  -- The End --


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