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Subject: {ASSM} Repost "The Witness" Part 02 (Mf,nc,oral)
Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2003 05:10:02 -0400
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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed
with this notice attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStores
at normdeploom dot com'

All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any
resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

The Witness
(Being part two of a continuing story of non-consensual sexual
slavery.)

By
Norm DePloom

After spending a few minutes enjoying the sight of the slave I'd just
whipped and fucked, I stood up and began preparing her for her next
journey into pain.  This time it would be a different kind of pain.
Lynn was just beginning to stir as I unhooked her ankle cuffs from the
floor and hooked them to each other with an eighteen-inch chain.
The length calculated to allow her to move around, as long as she
took small steps.  If she made any attempt to take a normal-sized step,
or to run, the chain would cause her to trip and land flat on her face.
Slave owners have used such chains for years to hobble recalcitrant
slaves.  This chain was made with small titanium links, making it
deceptively light and delicate looking while being stronger than one
of steel.

"I don't know if you're a practitioner of the masturbatory arts," I said,
as I un-hooked each of Lynn's wrist cuffs then hooked them together
behind her back, "but I'm willing to bet your freedom that you've
never had an orgasm as intense as those."  Lynn was still dazed from
her first experience as my slave and gave no sign of having heard my
comment as I walked her across the room toward the antique armoire
setting against the opposite wall.  I found the clinking and dragging
of her chain against the hardwood floor to be very pleasant.  I held
Lynn's arm as we walked, and several times kept her from falling
while she was getting used to taking only 'baby' steps.  When we
reached the other side of the room I opened armoire door revealing,
instead of clothes, an empty space lined with spiky foam
soundproofing.

With my encouragement Lynn stepped up into the armoire, then
turned around to face me.   Leaning over I hooked the chain that was
attached to her ankle cuffs to a hook protruding from the floor of the
armoire.  Then, after leaning in and securing her hooked-together
wrist cuffs to a hook on the back wall, I unbuckled her gag and pulled
the ball from her mouth.  All this time Lynn, still with a blank,
disassociated look on her face, was looking around, at the spiky foam
covering the inside walls, at the armoire's ceiling just inches above her
head, and at me securing her into the chamber.  Only when I started
closing the doors did she seem to grasp what was happening to her.

"Oh god, no..."  She screamed, more loudly than I would have
believed possible for a person her size.  Once the doors were secured I
stood and listened in amazement.  I could, just barely, hear Lynn's
begging me to let her out.  I had expected that it would take several
hours of total dark and silence, except for her own sounds, to take its
toll on my slave's mind.  If she kept screaming loud enough for me to
hear, no matter how faintly, through the soundproofing she'd end up
damaging her vocal chords.  I imagined my slave begging me to let
her cum in a horse, husky whisper, and decided that it would not
necessarily be a bad thing.

While I picked up the remnants of her ruined clothes I thought about
the look of terror that had been on Lynn's face when I first opened
the trunk of my car.  I had assumed that the fear had all been about
the kidnapping, but now I realized that she had a major phobia about
dark, enclosed spaces.  This would give me a tremendous advantage,
but one that would have to be used sparingly.  I didn't want her to
loose the phobia do to it's over use as a punishment.  In the future the
threat of the armoire would be far more powerful than its reality.

After disposing of her clothes, and cleaning up the area around the
double doorframe where she had been beaten and raped, I stood by
the armoire and listened carefully.  Not a sound could be heard.  I
opened a little door high up on the sidewall, it was designed so no
light would be allowed in, but sound would be allowed out.

"Please," I heard Lynn beg in a throaty, exhausted whisper, "please let
me out, mister.  I'll do anything you want, just let me out."  My cock
hardened as I heard my helpless slave begging.  I closed the small door
and went into the kitchen to fix myself some food.  She wasn't done
yet, I decided, I wanted her too exhausted to even beg for mercy
before I opened the doors.

By the time I was done with my meal I was met with total silence
when I opened the little door on the side of the armoire.  I opened
the doors to find Lynn leaning forward as far as her arms would let
her.  She blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the light.  I
released the chain from the hook on the floor of the armoire then,
while holding Lynn's weight with my arms released her wrist cuffs
from the hook on the back wall of the chamber.  Holding her limp
body with my arms under her armpits, and her small firm breasts
pressed against my chest, I pulled her from the armoire, her toes drug
on the hardwood floor until I eased her down onto her knees.  With
one hand holding a fistful of her hair I steadied my slave and kept her
from falling over as I closed the doors behind her.  She seemed to be
steady enough to kneel on her own, so I left her on the floor and sat
down facing her in my recliner.  After looking around the room with a
glassy eyed expression, looking like she was trying to assure herself
that the world still existed after her terrifying experience, Lynn's eyes
finally focused on me.

"Oh god," Lynn said as she began walking on her knees toward me,
"don't make me do that again, please?"  When she was close enough
Lynn leaned forward from her waist, not an easy task when your arms
are tied behind your back, and planted kisses on the tops of my feet.  I
had to admit that she had the proper instincts for a slave.  I pulled her
to her up to a kneeling position with a handful of hair.

"What are you?"  Lynn looked at me quizzically then opened and
closed her mouth several time as she tried to work through exactly
what answer I wanted.

"A slave."  She finally answered with tears streaming down her
cheeks.

"Who am I?"

"My owner," she responded with almost no hesitation.  Leaning
forward I pushed my right hand between her legs and fingered her
cunt lips and clitoris.

"Whatever you thought you were," I told her as my fingers pushed
inside her, "whatever you thought you were going to become, you
can forget."  Placing my left hand behind Lynn's head, I grabbed a
handful of her hair and held her face just inches from mine while I
pushed a second finger into her pussy.  "You are now a slave," I
assured her, "and you will never be anything other than a slave, to be
used and abused for the entertainment of others."  I removed my
fingers from her pussy then pulled her head down and moved her
mouth to my cock.

"You've already admitted that you're a slut with your mouth."  Lynn
ran her tongue up and down the underside of my hardening cock
several times, always pausing to give special attention to that spot
where the cockhead joins the cockshaft.

"From now on you will fuck and suck whenever you are told to."  I
was willing to bet that she'd never sucked a cock while kneeling on
the floor with her arms restrained behind her back before.  I spread
my legs out on each side of my slave and leaned back to enjoy a good
long cock sucking.

"Mmmm," I said as put my hands behind my head, "show me how
good my new suck-slut slave is at cocksucking."  Struggling to keep
her balance with her wrists fastened behind her back, Lynn moved her
mouth up and down my cock.

"You do a really good job," I said as I began thrusting my cock up to
meet her downward moving mouth, "and make me cum better than
I've ever cum before, and I'll let you stay out of your punishment box.
At least for a while," I added as Lynn's throat opened allowing my
cock full access to her mouth.  I could feel her saliva running down
onto my balls as she pumped her mouth on my hard cock.

"But," I added, still meeting her mouth's downward movement with
upward thrusts of my cock deep into her throat, "if I'm not satisfied
with your cocksucking you're going to spend the whole night in
there."   With a fearful whine, partially gagged by the cock in her
mouth, Lynn redoubled her efforts.  Her entire body trembled with
the exertion as she repeatedly lifted her head, then slammed it back
down, fucking her throat on my dick.  After enjoying Lynn's
enthusiastic efforts to please her new master for several minutes, I
placed my hands on the back of her head and held her face fully
impaled on my hard cock.

"A new game," I announced, "you're going to stay just as you are,
with my dick in your throat until I tell you to move."  I could already
feel my cock being massaged by the gentle spasms as she vainly
struggled to suck air past my hard flesh.  I watched as her face turned
red, and her eyes begged for permission to take a breath.  Her body
trembled with the effort to remain impaled on my cock as her mind
struggled with the conflicting fears of asphyxiation and enclosed dark
spaces.   Just before the need for oxygen overcame her fear of the
armoire, I pulled her head up by her hair.

"Again," I said pushing her face back into my crotch after she'd taken
a couple of lungs-full of air.  I continued the game, for what must
have seemed to be an eternity for Lynn.  Not wanting to waste time
having her back in the armoire, I watched her carefully and always
pulled her head up just as the lack of oxygen was about to overcome
her fear.  Finally, after losing track of how many times I'd forced Lynn
to the brink of passing out, I pulled her mouth off my saliva-drenched
cock.

"Without getting off your knees," I instructed her, "go to that table
and bring me the rod."  With a look of terror in her eyes, Lynn
'walked' on her knees, the chain between her ankle cuffs clinking and
dragging on the floor, to the table where she leaned forward and
picked the rod up with her teeth.  Struggling to remain upright with
her hands manacled behind her back, Lynn walked on her knees over
to where I waited.  Once she was kneeling in front of me again, with
the rod extending out on each side of her mouth, I moved a few
strands of sweet soaked hair away from her face, then gently pinched
and twisted her nipples.  Leaning forward I sucked, and gently
nibbled, on each of her nipples slowly increasing the force until her
moans of pleasure were replaced with whimpers and groans of pain.

"Now for the real test of your cocksucking skill," I said releasing her
nipples, "when I tell you to," I continued as I ran my right hand down
over her firm trembling belly, "you will begin sucking on my cock," I
pushed my hand between her legs and found her cunt wetter and
more open than it had been only moments before.  Even though she
claimed to be a virgin, three of my fingers slipped easily into her slick
pussy.  With a moan, Lynn thrust her hips forward forcing my fingers
deeper into her body.

"You're not allowed to stop sucking until you have my cum in your
mouth," I continued my instructions as I fucked my fingers in and out
of her.  Pushing deeper into her with my right hand, I removed the
rod from her mouth with my left hand.

"And, just to make sure you do the best job you're capable of, I'm
going to whip you and not stop until my cum is on your tongue."
Whether it was from fear, excitement, or some combination of the
two I couldn't say, but Lynn whimpered loudly, her body jerked, and
her wet cunt clamped down on my invading fingers when I mentioned
the whip.  Pulling my fingers from her pussy I looked steadily into
Lynn's eyes as I wiped the slime off them onto Lynn's smooth flawless
skin.  Starting with her cheek I left a trail of glistening cunt secretion
down her neck and over her breasts.

"Now," I said softly as I pulled my fingers away from her body.  With
what appeared to be an extremely worshipful demeanor, Lynn slowly
leaned forward.  Being careful not to lose her balance she sucked my
hard cock into her mouth once again.  I moaned with pleasure as she
engulfed my dick in her hot wet mouth and waited until she'd slurped
her mouth up and down my thick shaft three times before I brought
the flexible fiberglass rod down on her back.  Her body still bore the
slowly fading evidence of her earlier whipping, and the brightness of
the sharply defined, fresh welts contrasted nicely with older, less well
defined remains of my previous efforts.  Her body jerked with each
strike of the rod on her tender skin and her moans, squeals and yelps
vibrated against my hard cock, which was serving quite well as a gag.

In my most perverse fantasies I had done, in my imagination, just what
I was doing now in reality.  I could not even begin to number the
times I had unmercifully beaten some imaginary bitch while she
obediently sucked on my cock.  The image had never failed to
generate a rock hard organ with witch I could fuck whatever cunt I
happened to be with at the time, or stroke with my hand if I was
alone.  The orgasms that accompanied that fantasy were always the
most intense.  Now I was discovering that the reality was
immeasurably better than the daydream.  Never in my life had my
cock felt so large and hard.  Never before had I felt the intense god-
like power of actually having a bitch on her knees in front of me on
whom I could inflict any punishment my perverted imagination could
dream up.

Since her arms were restrained behind Lynn's back they received a
large portion of the blows.  As she sucked I aimed the rod further out
on her behind, allowing the limber tip to curl around the curve of her
butt and land on Lynn's upper thighs.  As my excitement grew I aimed
more of the blows to land right along the crack of her ass, where the
tip could curl around and land on the lips of her virgin cunt.  That
generated screams that could be heard in spite of the large hard shaft
of flesh filling her mouth and throat.

The rod slipped from my grip and landed on the floor as I felt my cum
moving up through my cock.  I truly felt like I might pass out from the
intensity of the feelings.  My dick throbbed and jerked in slow motion
as what felt like an unending supply of my sperm spewed from the slit
on its end to coat the inside of my slave's obedient mouth.  My eyes
rolled up inside my head so hard they almost hurt, my toes curled to
the point of cramping, and I grasped hand fulls of Lynn's hair, holding
it so tightly that I was later amazed that I had not pulled out large
tufts.  My hips jerked repeatedly driving my cock deeper into Lynn's
throat.

Finally every muscle in my body relaxed leaving me limp on the couch.
Lynn, displaying excellent instincts for a new, unwilling, slave, held my
softening cock in her mouth until she was given permission to release
it.


-- 
Norm DePloom
Send email to: MyStories at normdeploom dot com
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