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Subject: {ASSM} REP Lisa, My Uncle's Maid 07/08
Date: Wed,  7 Nov 2001 14:10:03 -0500
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Lisa, My Uncle's Maid by Taoman
Chapter Seven
Lisa, My Uncle's Maid copyright @2001 Taoman. The right of Taoman
to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in
accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents
Act 1988

The following material is intended for adults only

Previous chapters can be located at storiesonline.net a free
non-commercial site. Big thanks for editorial assistance from
Bill Morgan




The next week was an unending nightmare of pain. The days and
nights were filled with her unrelenting fury. I was kept naked,
collared and shackled. She had chained and hobbled me in a
fashion so I was unable to gain my feet. My world became the
punishment room and here Ingrid ruled.

She used a short rubber-covered billy club to beat me. She knew
exactly were to strike on my thick muscles, not leaving massive
bruises, but causing intense agony. My thighs, calves and arms
felt bruised to the bone. I wondered if I would ever standagain.

I was slowly filled with a conviction that she could read my
thoughts. In my pain and growing exhaustion it seemed any
thoughts of anger or rebellion could be sensed by her and would
result in another terrible beating. My sense of identity became
detached. My world focused on her and her club. That if my
becoming her dog would lessen the pain started seeming a very
logical choice. 

After several days of torture, when my behavior had gotten to a
point were she was satisfied I was subdued, she led me from the
punishment room on a leash. Heavily chained I crawled obediently
after her. She led me to the master bedroom were I saw Lisa for
the first time in what seemed an eternity. She wore a short
frilly nightgown and was sitting on the edge of the bed. My neck
aching I looked up and met her eyes. I saw pity.

This exchange drew an immediate response from Ingrid. She swung
her club and struck the back of my neck. Crying out in pain I
cowered from her.

"BAD doggie!" she exclaimed. "Now lay and behave yourself." She
raised her club and I immediately slunk to floor and curled to a
defensive position. Ingrid fastened my collar to a short length
of chain, which she attached to a bedpost. My position left my
head under the bed.

She smiled and turned to Lisa, "You see, I told you, these men
are really only two legged animals. Once they are properly
trained they easily revert to their true bestial state."

Then she took Lisa to bed. I lay sleepless on the floor and
listened to their lovemaking. At first Lisa had murmured
protests, then her pleading had become more breathless and
finally passion was all I heard from above me. It went on for
hours. I suppose my presence inspired Ingrid because her demands
on Lisa seemed inexhaustible. When their breathing deepened and
the bed's movements had ceased I managed to divorce my deep
despair and fall into my own restless slumber on the cold wood
floor. 

The next morning began badly. I was awakened from a fitful sleep
by a brutal kick in my ribs. "Wake-up dog boy." Ingrid laughed as
I gasped for agonized breath.  I opened my tear-filled eyes and
looked up at the two females towering over me. Lisa had her hand
over her mouth as if to suppress an exclamation of pity for me. 

I had awakened with an erection. But, immediate fear had caused
me to go into a less turgid state. Ingrid noticed my semi-aroused
condition and used her toe to nudge my penis.

"You see this? The cur cannot help itself. Maybe I shall have it
neutered. When I am finished with his training he will have no
use for these anyway." She said. She used her toes to mash my
balls. I gasped and jerked in my chains attempting to protect
myself. She used the heel of her foot to push me onto my back. I
concentrated on preparing myself for more pain. But, instead she
only laughed, stepped over me and led Lisa from the room. 

I lay on the hard floor for an hour. Ingrid had not let me eat
since the previous morning and I was very hungry. I also needed
to urinate. My abdomen muscles were badly bruised from a
particularly cruel beating days earlier and I had little bladder
control. I made a valiant effort to stem the rising pressure but
eventually pissed on the floor and myself. In abject misery I lay
in the reeking puddle and awaited Ingrid's frightening
consequential reaction for this indiscretion.

My fears were justified. When Ingrid entered the room she flew
into a fury. She repeatedly kicked me until she was breathless.
When she noticed she had splashed urine on her boots she unlocked
the chain from my neck collar and told me to lick her boots
clean.

Completely broken I rolled onto my belly, scooted to her feet and
stuck out my tongue. I began to lap at the proffered boot in a
servile manner. I don't know what came over me. Perhaps it was
the bitter taste of the urine or the hopeless realization that
Ingrid meant to destroy me. But on a mad impulse I opened my
mouth wide and took the whole toe of her boot between my teeth.
Biting down hard, I locked my jaw and lifted myself, throwing her
backward. She fell, cracking her head on the bed stand, and
landed hard on the floor. Immediately she started to attempt to
regain her feet. I braced my legs and launched myself head first
into her stomach. The impact was jarring as I drove her into the
wall. 

Pushing myself to my elbows I twisted myself managing to grab the
dangling keys from her belt. I recognized the large antique key
that matched my wrist manacles and twisting myself in another
angle, pinching the key awkwardly I blindly thrust it at the key
slot. In sudden despair I realized I was chained too tightly to
push it fully in place. I strained at my restraints but it was a
fraction of an inch beyond my limit. In panic I noticed Ingrid
had risen to her hands and knees and was shaking her head as if
to clear her vision. 

I strained one more time with the key and then looked desperately
about the room for another means of escape. Lisa had entered and
was watching me. 

"Please," I pleaded, "Help me."

She paused for only a second, then walked over, bent and unlocked
the manacle.

"I hate that bitch," she said.

To be continued

 




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