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Subject: {ASSM} John Argus - Kidnap Slave (part one)
Date: Sat,  1 Nov 2003 17:10:07 -0500
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        Sara yawned and stretched out in her bed, then rubbed her eyes and
slowly sat up. Her gaze turned immediately to the window and she felt
a slight surge of pleasure at the bright sunlight and the cloudless
sky.
	She had a game today, after all, and the last thing she wanted was
for it to be called on account of rain.
	She threw back the covers and swung her long legs around and over the
edge, then stood up. She walked across to the window and looked out
again, just to make sure there wasn't a storm somewhere off in the
distance. There wasn't. She sighed happily, leaning on the window
sill, only peripherally aware of the weight of her breasts pulling
down against the thin, cropped halter she habitually slept in.
	Below the light, somewhat warn halter she wore a pair of thin, high
cut panties, the narrow triangle of fabric over her mons held tightly
in place by two thin strips curving up high across her hips, her
buttocks peeking out of the rear as it was pulled tightly across her
bottom.
	"Right on," she said, straightening and turning away, then strolling
across the room to the door. She flung it open and trotted down the
stairs, then into the kitchen.
	"Hi," she said.
	"Good morning," her mother smiled.
	"You iron my uniform?"
	"Sitting on the table."
	"Thanks."
	"What do you want for breakfast?"
	"Uhm, I dunno," Sara said, pulling her blouse up and shaking it out. 
	"You have to eat something. You're too skinny."
	"Oh right," Sara snorted.
	"You are. You're tiny. You're all skin and bones."
	"Hardly, mother."
	"The only thing big about you is your boobs."
	"Mother!"
	"Well it's true."
	"Look, I'll have a couple of pancakes, okay."
	"That'll do."
	Grumbling, Sara carried her blouse and skirt upstairs and into her
room, then laid them out and went down the hall to the bathroom. She
grabbed a big towel from the linen closet, then closed the bathroom
door and locked it.
	After hanging up the towel she turned and looked at herself briefly
in the mirror, eyeing her loose, shoulder length blonde hair,
reasonably pretty face and...
	She reached down to the hem of her little crop top and gripped it
cross-handed, then, as sexily as she could, she peeled it up her body
and over her head, then hung it on a hook, then slipped her thumbs
into the thin waist of her bottoms and peeled it down and out,
bending, her breasts hanging heavily as she stepped out of them before
straightening. Naked, she looked at herself again.
	She had a tiny waist, but her hip were wide. She turned and looked at
her behind in the mirror. It wasn't bad, really, quite round and firm,
though small.
	She faced the mirror again and stood straight, pushing her chest out.
Funny, she thought, they did look rather big now. When she had clothes
on they seemed pretty normal, well, noticeable, maybe, but not this
big. Now, naked, they seemed somehow too large for her body. Maybe it
was because of her tiny waist, her thin frame.
	Sara was something of an athlete, and her body looked trim and firm,
the musculature of her chest and belly clearly showing when she pushed
her chest out. Her thighs were toned, her legs strong and
well-proportioned, nicely contoured all the way down to her ankles.
	She was no more a narcissist than any other girl her age, which
wasn't saying much, but enjoyed the sight of herself naked. It was
still a reasonably new body, after all, only a few years since she had
"sprouted". She was well aware of how attractive she was to boys, how
they lusted after her, longed to get their hands on her.
	That kind of turned her on. It wasn't just boys any more either. Men
too were glancing at her with lust and interest when she moved past
now, real men, men with real jobs, men old enough to be her father.
	 She knew - vaguely - what was on their minds. She was a virgin, but
knew all the details involved in sex. she hadn't gone all that far
with guys yet, mostly because she was worried about her reputation,
and kind of scared and disgusted at the idea of a guy putting his -
thing - inside her body.
	It was exciting, too, though, and she had many fantasies where she
and some gorgeous guy writhed naked in front of a fireplace, or on a
beach, or in a field of grass...
	But so far she hadn't dared. The furthest she'd gone was when Joey
Morgan had gotten her top open in his car one time and had sucked and
chewed on her nipples before she'd managed to draw together enough
strength to push him off and close her shirt.
	Every time she thought of that her heart gave a little lurch at the
pleasure and the intensity of the lust which had rippled through her
young body.
	But she'd never dared repeat it, afraid of the stories which would
get out, afraid of a reputation, and afraid of herself, of her own
weakness. Father Frasier had given many sermons on the topic of
extra-marital sex, on the subject of immorality and moral weakness.
She was determined to be strong, to follow the will of God and not
give in to lewd, immoral debauchery.
	She was eighteen, after all; a woman - if for all of five weeks. She
needed to conduct herself like a lady, and was determined to be a
virgin on her wedding night. She would save herself for her husband,
as the Church said she must.
	But oh it was difficult sometimes! 
	She cupped her breasts and then slid her fingers onto her nipples,
pinching them just a bit, and pulling them outwards. They were small
and bright pink, but she remembered how hard and sensitive and long
they'd gotten when Joey had sucked. How they had throbbed and burned
and set her chest on fire.
	She shook her head in annoyance and turned, stepping to the bathtub.
She turned on the water, got in, and began to soap herself up.
	Her thoughts turned to the game that day as she casually ran her
hands over her soapy young flesh. She was playing right wing on the
school's field hockey team, and anticipated a win today, since Sherman
Oaks was a weaker team than St. Mary's, her school. It was her last
year, after all. She'd be off to college in the fall - where any
manner of lewd things might happen, she thought a bit daringly.
	She dried herself in the towel, then blow dried her hair so it was
thick and full and fluffy, with just the right amount of bangs. That
took awhile, and she didn't really have time for breakfast. Her mother
made her eat it anyway.
	She raced to the corner just in time to catch the bus. It wasn't a
school bus, just a regular city one, and more than a few of the men
eyed her with less than paternal thoughts as the pretty blonde girl in
the blue jacket and tartan skirt made her way down the aisle
	She ignored them, mostly, though she was aware of some looking a bit
longer than was polite. She sat in the back, her legs chastely
crossed, and looked out the window as the bus lurched along. She
pulled her math book out of her gym bag and buried her nose in it,
ignoring the world for the half hour ride to school.
	The world, however, did not ignore her. It was a boring ride, and
every one of the men in back let his eyes flicker across to the pretty
girl from time to time. Some merely exercised their eyes, scanning her
nice legs and soft, golden hair, enjoying her as they would a pretty
picture.
	A few let graphic daydreams slide over their minds, their eyes trying
desperately to slide up under the tartan skirt as they imagined her on
all fours, bottom in the air, or on her back with her knees shoved
back against her tits.
	And then there was one whose mind was far more calculating. He never
stared, but his eyes seldom left the girl. He assessed her age, her
likely measurements, whether the blonde hair was real (He was sure it
was), whether she were a virgin (probably, he guessed), and more
importantly for Sara, whether she was worth the careful effort of
following, and grabbing.
	He watched her eyes when they came up from the book and looked out
the window. They were a very bright blue, and seemed almost
unnaturally wide as she looked upwards. She had a small, pert nose, a
sweet mouth with full, pouting lips, and a narrow, elfin chin.
	Very pretty. Lovely, in fact, with a certain special... something, a
certain character that he found quite appealing. She was of an age for
training, certainly. His only problem lay in her schoolgirl uniform.
It covered and shaded too much. He couldn't be sure of her figure.
Only the best would do.
	She appeared to have good legs, from what he could see, but the chest
was uncertain. He studied her as the bus moved, then studied more
carefully as she put her book away and stood up. His eyes narrowed as
he saw the jacket held out by her chest.
	Perhaps. Yes, perhaps.
	He rose and got off behind her, staying well behind as she walked
down a couple of blocks amongst a group of similarly clad teenagers.
They turned into a large grey stone structure, St Mary's Catholic High
School, it said on a sign.
	He nodded his head and turned away.
	"Karen! Over here!" Sara yelled, slapping her stick on the grass. The
ball came skidding across the grass and she raced for it, beating a
Sherman Oaks girl and elbowing her aside as she moved in on goal.
	She saw the goalie running forward to block her off, stick handled to
the right, swung, then feinted left and backhanded the ball past her
and into the net.
	There were cheers amongst her team and she jumped up and down in
glee, clutching Karen and Susan as they yelled in victory. They
trotted back, laughing and joking as the unhappy Sherman Oaks' girls
glumly followed.
	"Sara."
	She turned at the tap on the shoulder to see Amy Simpson, a small,
black haired girl.
	"You're off," she said, thumbing towards the sidelines.
	Sara glared indignantly towards the coach, then sighed and trotted
off.
	"Why'd you pull me off?" she demanded.
	"There's only ten minutes left, Sara, and we're up by three."
	"So?"
	"So I want to see how Simpson plays."
	"She plays lousy."
	"Don't be snotty. Sit down and rest."
	Sara mumbled to herself, but didn't dare say anything out loud. Coach
had a quick hand, and she'd felt it on the side of her head often
enough to know better than to mouth off.
	"Nice goal," Toni said.
	"You see how I decked her?" Sara grinned.
	"Yeah, dumb cow."
	"They're all losers."
	"Yeah."
	"Hey, are you going to the mall after school?" Tricia asked.
	"I don't know. I got homework in Science." Sara sighed.
	"I hate science."
	"Who doesn't?"
	None of them noted the van across the street, and if they had would
not have suspected there was a high powered spotting scope in the back
trained on them, trained specifically on Sara. The scope was powerful
enough that her face filled the entire field of view.,
	When it panned down, the watched had a close-up of her chest, then
her crotch. The shorts and t-shirt she wore left little doubt about
her figure, and the watcher doubted strongly she'd bothered to stuff
her bra before a game, especially with other girls watching.
	She turned and he caught her chest in profile, humming to himself,
then caught her bottom once again, a bottom that he guessed must be
incredibly firm and round from the way it pushed out behind her like
it did.
	The game ended, and St. Mary's senior girls' field hockey team headed
back to the school in victory, while the visitors moved dejectedly to
their bus. The locker room soon filled with laughing, happy young
women in various states of undress.
	Sara stripped off her T-shirt without a second thought, then slid her
shorts down and stepped out of her running shoes and socks. She felt a
slight arousal as she slid her bra off and skimmed down her panties.
As always, being naked around others turned her on just a little.
	True, they were only girls, and they were naked too, but it still
felt odd and vaguely erotic to be moving around in semi-public utterly
naked. The other girls all felt the same way, though nobody mentioned
it, and nobody thought much about it.
	They all moved about their business, mostly ignoring each other,
trying not to look anywhere they shouldn't, lest someone start
rumours. All of them felt the little tingling between their legs,
though.
	Sara moved into the shower room, where at least a dozen girls stood
washing, and moved under an empty showerhead. She turned on the water
and soaked herself, then began to soap up.
	She was not thinking of how luscious her body was, or about how soft
and silky her skin felt as her hands moved over her soapy flesh. She
noted, casually enough, the other girls in sight, and what they looked
like, almost routinely comparing herself to them.
	Tori's breasts were bigger, but looked saggy. Susan had small,
conical ones. Angie was almost flat chested. Kate had nice ones but
not as good as hers.
	That was part of being a girl, comparing oneself to others, and she
did it routinely, without really even thinking about it. Her breasts,
she thought, were just about the best. Ashley Fisher's ass was a bit
better, and she thought maybe Cory O'Neil had better legs. But then
she was almost six feet, and her legs were really long.
	Content in her own looks she continued soaping up, thinking about
whether she could do her Science homework later and still go to the
mall. Tomorrow she did volunteer work at the hospital, so couldn't go
to the mall then, and the next day she had a date with Mark Hunter.
	He was kind of dreamy looking, and had a nice car, and half the girls
at school made goo goo eyes over him. Sara had been much more
dignified, playing a kind of, who cares game, and it had worked.
	She rinsed the soap off, then turned off the water and went to the
wall, grabbing her towel. She towelled off quickly, then wrapped it
around her soaking hair as she walked naked out of the shower room.
	Other girls were similarly clad, so there was nothing to be
embarrassed about. She wasn't consciously showing off, though she
didn't mind that other girls would see her like this and be a little
envious. Whenever she caught a girl eyeing her body, out of the corner
of her eyes, she felt a little shivery, a little naughty. Pride was
one of the deadly sins, after all, and especially pride in - well - in
naughty things like her breasts and bottom. Father Frasier would be
very upset.
	She dressed and finished drying her hair, then headed off to class on
what she thought of as another routine day.
	He followed the girl with his eyes as she walked to the bus stop.
There were too many others around to grab her here, but he was
patient. If an opportunity arose, he'd make his move. Otherwise he'd
wait, study, and plan.
	He followed them to the bus, then followed the bus after it picked
her up. Half an hour later he saw her get off. She turned down a side
street and he picked up speed, the van passing her. He slowed, looking
for a likely place, somewhere he could do a quick grab, but then she
turned another corner behind him.
	He cursed and turned around, getting to the corner just in time to
see her walk up the driveway of a large Tudor style house. She went to
the door, produced a key, then unlocked it and let herself in. He
frowned unhappily, wondering if she were alone there.
	He studied the terrain around her. Tall hedges bordered her home's
lawn on either side, so only the people directly across the street
would see anything unusual. This was quite good. He drove up and
parked beside the hedge, then eyed the house with binoculars.
	He saw no car, but the garage door was closed. Did he dare sneak up
to the house in broad daylight and check? Better not. The risk was too
high. He studied the surrounding area one more time, then started the
engine, preparing to back off, maybe get the girl on her way to school
tomorrow morning.
	Then she appeared at the door. He couldn't believe it. She turned her
back and brought out the key again, and he hurriedly got out of the
driver's seat and slid the side door of the van open. He jumped out
and dropped lightly onto the sidewalk, his hand going to his pocket.
	He pulled out a plastic bag, opened it, and then discarded it,
holding the rag in his gloved hand. It had been previously soaked in
chloroform, and would make short work of any resistance the girl put
up.
	He watched her covertly as she walked down the driveway. She was clad
in jeans and a red, button down blouse now, and didn't appear to even
notice him. He turned his back to her a bit more, judging the timing
expertly.
	Suddenly, as she passed, he whirled around, his hand jamming the rag
into her face as his other arm slid around her and crushed her against
him. She gave a startled yelp into the rag, then started to struggle
as he carried her to the van. It was only a couple of steps, and by
the time he reached it she was limp.
	He tossed her body in and slid the door closed, then threw the rag
away and got in the driver's door. He looked around anxiously, but
nobody seemed to have seen anything. His heart racing, he started the
engine and drove off, Sara Miller unconscious in the back.
	Sara woke slowly. She felt a little sick, and very dizzy and
confused. At first she didn't know why, or remember anything. She was
a little more confused that her legs and arms didn't seem to be moving
properly, but not alarmed about it.
	Then real awareness returned, and she blinked her eyes against
blindness. There was something over her eyes, she realized, and
something holding her wrists down at her sides. Her ankles were also
bound, and wouldn't move an inch.
	Fear blasted into her, raw, hot, gut wrenching. She remembered the
man, then, the man and his rag jammed into her face, the medicine
smell, the numbness in her arms and legs, then the blurred vision.
	Where was she? What had happened? H-Hello?" she gasped.
	Nothing.
	She pulled more determinedly but her wrists and ankles were held
tight. Where was she? What was he going to do her?
	She had a pretty good idea about the latter. She'd been grabbed by
some kind of nasty, evil pervert, and he was going to... to... to rape
her!
	She had to get away! Again she struggled desperately, but her wrists
and ankles stayed where they were. She thought about screaming. In
fact, she was on the verge of screaming in sheer, raw terror, but was
afraid the only one who would hear would be.... him.
	She was still wearing all her clothes. Had he raped her and then
dressed her again? She didn't feel anything different down there.
She'd heard that Angela Cooper had gotten drunk at a party and passed
out, and that Phil Bradshaw and Bill Arron had fucked her. Supposedly
she hadn't even known about it until a few days later when they'd
started bragging.
	She trembled in terror, her head moving from side to side, trying to
see something... anything, but there was only total blackness. Her
heart was racing, and she was starting to sweat. What would he do to
her? What would it be like? Would he hurt her? Would he... kill her?
	She pulled again and again and again but couldn't free her arms and
legs. She gave up, panting wearily and laying her head back on the...
whatever.
	She was on some kind of bed, she thought. It was padded, anyway, even
if there was no pillow. She listened, but heard no sounds. She smelled
damp air.
	A noise! Her heart went into overdrive as she heard the sound of a
heavy wooden door opening, then closing. She stared around her
desperately, wondering where he was.
	"Hello."
	She let out a short scream, her head tilting back as she looked up
towards the voice.
	"How do you feel?"
	"Wh... where am I?" she gulped.
	"Home."
	"M-My home?"
	"Your new home."
	She felt a blast of terror at that.
	"Feeling better?"
	"Y-yes."
	"Good."
	"Please... untie me," she begged.
	"They're straps."
	"Could you... could you let me up?" she gulped.
	His voice was soft, calm, almost casual. "I could... if I wanted to."
	"What... what are you going to do to me?"
	"Anything I want," he said.
	She trembled, and bit back another scream. Her heart was racing so
fast that she thought she'd faint.
	She felt hands, fingers down at her ankles, and felt the... straps
opened. Her legs were free!
	But a second later she felt something else, something leathery,
wrapped around first one ankle, then the other.
	"Wh... what are you doing?" she gulped.
	"Don't ask questions," he said.
	She felt his fingers at her right wrist. The strap was pulled loose,
then another leather something was wrapped tightly around her wrist.
He unstrapped her other hand, and again wrapped a leather something
around it, then, his hands tightly on her wrists, he pulled her into a
sitting position.
	"Swing your legs to your right," he ordered.
	Still terrified, she obeyed, and felt them drop over the edge of
the... bed. Her feet touched the floor.
	"Now you're going to stand, and go where I lead you. Understand?"
	"Yes," she said in a small voice.
	A thought slipped into her mind. Maybe he had just kidnapped her for
money. Maybe he thought her parents were rich or something, and would
let her go when he found out they weren't.
	Or maybe he'd kill her.
	He pulled on her wrists and she slid off the bed. She tried to stand
but her legs were surprisingly rubbery and weak, and if hadn't been
for his tight grip she would have fallen. He lifted her hands up high
and pulled her forward, and she shuffled awkwardly along until he
stopped.
	He raised her hands even higher, and then took his hands away. She
swung her arms a little, but they were caught on something up there,
like a rope or something. She turned her head from side to side
fearfully, wondering what he was doing.
	She gasped as she felt his fingers in her hair.
	"Your hair is very soft," he said.
	She swallowed nervously, saying nothing.
	"What's your name?"
	"S-S-Sara," she croaked.
	"Sara. That's a lovely name," he said, sliding his hand down along
her cheek, stroking her skin.
	Her heart beat louder.
	"Sara?"
	"Wh...what?"
	"I want you to kiss me."
	"What?"
	"Kiss me."
	"Bu...but...Please don't!"
	"I want you to kiss me."
	"I-I can't," she whimpered.
	"Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked, sliding his hand around
behind her head, his fingers tightening.
	"Yes!" she squeaked.
	"Say it."
	"Sa... say what?"
	"Say you're going to be a good girl."
	"I-I-I'm going to be a good girl," she gulped.
	"Master. Say master."
	"Please, she whimpered.
	He jerked her hair back and she gasped in pain.
	"Say it, you slut!" he hissed.
	"Master! Master! I'll be a good girl, Master!" she cried.
	His grip loosened, but her chest heaved as she gulped in air.
	"Do you want me to take off your blindfold, Sara?"
	"Y...yes," she whimpered.
	She felt his hands at the blindfold, felt it tugged up and off, and
blinked her eyes rapidly as she looked up at him. She gasped and
averted her eyes as he smiled smugly.
	He was a big man, with a thick chest, about her father's age. He wore
heavy black boots and a leather vest. Aside from that all he had on
was a kind of leather G-string. He stepped forward as she turned her
head to the side, his hands going to her head, squeezing it and
turning it to face him.
	He bent and his lips slid onto hers, his tongue slipping through and
into her mouth. She gave a muffled, choked gasp of terror and
embarrassment, but could do nothing to resist him, and didn't dare
try. His tongue was squirming around in her mouth as his lips bruised
hers, and she fought down terror as she anticipated her imminent rape.
	He pulled his lips back and smiled grimly. "I said kiss me," he
hissed, his eyes turning angry.
	He jammed his mouth in against hers again and she kissed back
fearfully, sliding her tongue up against his and sliding her lips over
his.
	He pulled back, still smiling, though his eyes were cold.
	"Sara, tell me about the first time a man fucked you."
	"Please let me go!" she begged.
	He glared. "I thought you said you'd be a good girl."
	"I-I did but..."
	"Then do as you're told!" he screamed.
	She screamed in fear and tried to pull back, but couldn't. 
	He snarled into her face, then stepped back.
 	"Tell me about the first guy who fucked your dirty cunt!"
	"I-I-I... never... I didn't... I mean... I haven't... done it...
sir."
	"Master!" he screamed, nearly making her heart explode.
	"Master! Master! I didn't do it, Master! I haven't done it, master!"
	"You mean you're a virgin?" he said quietly, smiling pleasantly.
	"Ye...ye...yes," she squeaked.
	"Why you filthy bitch." He glared at her. "You walk around in your
tight pants, showing off your ass and wagging your tits around, and
you don't let anybody shove their cocks into you!? You filthy little
cocktease! I'm going to punish you for that!"
	"But...but I-I..."
	"Shut up!"
	He stared silently at the trembling, terrified girl, revelling in her
fear. His lips curled in a nasty smile.
	"How old are you, bitch?"
	"E-E-Eighteen," she gasped.
	"Eighteen. A good age. A woman's body with a girl's mind." He nodded
his head thoughtfully. "I can train you."
	"T-Train me?"
	His fingers slid up around her face and his hands enclosed it, then
he kissed her gently. He eased back, his hands sliding down her cheeks
and onto her throat, then down over her shoulders and over her
breasts. He squeezed them gently, smiling as he felt her heart
fluttering like a little bird.
	He unbuttoned the top button slowly, teasingly, then shifted his
fingers to the next one, then the next, saying nothing as she trembled
and shook.
	"Please," she whimpered. "P-P-Please don't!"
	His hand drew back and he slapped her face hard, throwing it to one
side. She cried out in pain and shocked fear as he continued to undo
the buttons down her shirt.
	"I have told you that you must say master whenever you speak. Do not
forget again," he said, his voice soft, calm.
	He tugged the red shirt out of her pants and gazed in at her firm,
tight belly and the only partially clad breasts. Then he walked over
to a nearby table and picked up a pair of heavy shears. He came back
to her and carefully cut her shirt off her arms, then tossed the
ragged remnants onto the floor.
	Terrified and feeling a growing flush of embarrassment, Sara looked
away, seeing the small cot in the corner, the stone floor under her
and the stone walls around her. There was no window. The door was of
thick, heavy wood. There was a big, rough table in one corner, a
dresser next to it, and some strange looking wooden things scattered
around, none of which she recognized, but all of which looked
frightening.
	She saw that her wrists were encased in leather restraints, and the
restraints were locked to chains that hung down from the ceiling. She
gasped, her eyes returning to the man as his hands cupped her breasts
and squeezed them.
	"You have lovely breasts, Sara," he said. "I will enjoy sliding my
tongue over them."
	Sara thought her head would explode with the humiliation and terror
as the man stroked and fondled her breasts through her bra. Then he
slid the heavy scissors over the straps, neatly snipping the elastics
and cutting the bra apart. It dropped away and her breasts were
utterly bare.
	Never had she been so mortified, or so frightened, as the man stood
there only a foot away and feasted his eyes on her body. She sniffled,
tears filling her eyes, then began weeping as his hands stroked and
cupped her breasts, then began squeezing and kneading them.
	He bent and began to lick her nipples as she sobbed in misery and
hopelessness. His tongue rasped hungrily against her round pink
buttons, and then his lips closed around them as he began to suck. He
nipped and gnawed with his teeth, pinching and chewing her sensitive
nipples, ignoring her weeping as his hands mauled her firm, young
breasts.
	His hands stroked up and down her belly and over her sides and back,
but his lips never strayed from her breasts and nipples as he licked
and lapped and sucked them for long minutes. Despite her shame and
fear her nipples quickly grew erect, a she continued to suckle and
lick and chew grew more and more sensitive, throbbing and tingling in
his mouth.
	Finally he pulled his head up and his arms went around her, cupping
her bottom through her jeans. He smiled down nastily, then licked the
tears along her cheeks before sliding his lips over hers again. He
kissed her roughly, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, but she
was too miserable and hopeless to respond.
	He pulled back. "I thought you said you'd be a good girl," he said,
sounding regretful. "Maybe you need to be punished, hmmm?"
	"N-N-noooo! I-I'll be g-good," she whimpered.
	He kissed her again and she made an effort to kiss back as his lips
crushed hers and his hands squeezed and fondled her naked breasts. In
the midst of the kiss she felt his hands sliding down her belly and
unbuckling her belt. Her heart rate surged higher as she felt it
released, then felt the catch pop loose.
	He smiled at her as he stepped back, then slowly, tauntingly, lowered
her zipper. He smiled and pushed the jeans down, baring her pink
cotton bikini panties. He shoved the jeans down around her ankles,
then reached down and yanked them loose.
	Of course that also yanked her legs out from under her, and she
gasped as she swung freely by the wrists before her feet found the
floor again. Her shoes had been popped loose, and since she wore no
socks she was now in bare feet, the stone cold beneath them.
	He smiled, the nastiest smile she'd seen on anyone, and gripped her
panties, then ripped them free. Sara cringed and closed her eyes in
mortification as her body was laid utterly bare before him. She
trembled as his hands slid over her belly, one going up to fondle her
breasts, the other...
	She moaned and started to weep again as he cupped her pussy mound and
squeezed it tightly.
	"Nice little pussy," he crooned. "Goooood pussy,"
	Sarah shuddered in terror. Clearly he was mad.
	"Tell me how much you want my cock, Sara. Tell me how much you want
me to fuck you."
	"Nooo," she sobbed.
	In an instant he changed.
	"Don't disobey me, you whore!" he screamed into her face, his eyes
bulging, his face filled with rage and hate.
	She screamed in fear and cringed back as he glared angrily at her.
	"So you don't want me to fuck you, is that it?"
	"I-I-I'm a v-v-virgin," she whimpered.
	"Okay then, I won't fuck your cherry away until you beg for it. How's
that sound?" he said.
	He moved away behind her and then came back a moment later carrying,
of all things, a pair of black shoes. They were extremely high
stiletto heeled shoes which she'd never have worn willingly.
	"Your feet must be cold on the floor, Sara," he said. "Here's some
shoes for you to wear."
	He bent and lifted one of her feet, forcing the shoe onto it. It was
too tight, but he didn't seem to care. He lifted her other foot and
forced the other shoe onto that one.
	He moved away again, and then returned with some kind of black wooden
rod. It was a couple of feet wide, and he bent down again and attached
the rings in her ankle restraints to either end of the rod. She
realized immediately that she couldn't close her legs now, and again
her terror rose.
	He moved behind her again, then once more returned, but didn't come
around in front. She turned around as his hand stroked her bottom, and
gasped as she saw what was in his hand.
	"You like this, slut?" he smiled. "Ever seen a riding crop before?
It's used on stubborn ANIMALS that don't know THEIR PLACE!!"
	She whimpered and her heart pounded as her blood raced. He raised the
crop as his other hand slid over her bottom lovingly. "Such a pity to
mark up this nice round little ass," He smiled. "But then you have to
learn YOUR PLACE!"




Two
	The crop rose higher and higher and his eyes gleamed as he stared at
her twin buttocks, so firm and round and lovely, raised so perfectly
by the stiletto heels, sticking out so invitingly. Then he swung the
crop down. It hissed through the air with a ripping sound and cracked
against the blonde's girl's bottom.
	Crack!
	Sara felt the impact against her soft skin, then, a split second
later, a sharp, shocking pain tore through her mind.
	"Ahhh!!!" she screamed, her body thrashing and shaking in maddened
pain, unable to do more than dance and shake in place as her bottom
continued to burn like fire.
	"We don't take no for an answer here, slut," he said sternly. "You
don't wag your ass at us and then tell us not to fuck you. Here, you
beg for ME to fuck YOU!"
	He swung the crop down again and again there was a ripping motion
followed by the crack of noise as it hit her soft bottom.
	Another needle sharp blast of agony tore through the blonde teen's
senses and she shrieked in pain, her hands pulling desperately at the
chains above her as her legs jerked and shifted helplessly. Again the
crop lashed across her bottom, then again, then again, each blow a
horrific stabbing lash of pain and heat that drew an animalistic
shriek of agony from her shaking body.
	"Dirty whore!" Crack!
	"AGHH!"
	"Stinking slut!" Crack!
	"NO! AARGHH!"
	"Cheap tramp!" Crack!
	"STOP! AAGH!"
	"Like that, slut? Like that!" he demanded with a laugh.
	Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
	"ARRGHH! AAAHIIII! AAARGhghh! Aaaeeiiii!"
	The room resounded to the sinister blows as the crop raised angry red
welts all over her perfect round bottom. She screamed and howled and
shrieked as tears poured down her cheeks and her body strained against
the bonds holding her in place.
	"Do you want me to fuck you now, bitch? He demanded. "Do you love my
cock now!!?"
	"Ye...e..eeee...ee..e..eeeeesssss," she sobbed.
	Crack!
	"Yes Master!" he snarled.
	"AHHrhrhghh! Yeeee...ee.e.eeesss Ma...ma.mmm.aaaaasssteer!"
	"Say it again, slut! Say master!"
	"Maammastteer!"
	"Again!"
	"Maassteere! Maassteeer! Maasster," she sobbed.
	"You want my cock?" he shouted
	"Yees, maaastteer."
	"You want me to ram it up your dirty little cunt hole?"
	"Y...yyy...yeesssss, maassteer," she wept.
	"Say it! Beg for it, whore! Cheap, stinking slut!"
	"Fu...fu...uffffuuuucck meeee," she sobbed.
	Crack! Crack!
	"MASTER!" she shrieked. "Master! Master! Please fuck me, master!
Please fuck me, master!"
	"Tell me how you love my cock," he asked with a smile.
	"I-I...loovee your cock, master," she said in a choked voice. "I-I
love your c-cock. I want your co-cock."
	"Where, slut? Up your hole, your cunt, your TWAT!?"
	"Yes, Masssteer," she sobbed.
	"Say it, whore!" Crack!
	"Master! Please, master! Please fuck me, master! Please fuck my dirty
hole! My cunt! Please fuck my...my twat! I love your cock, master! I
love it! Please fuck my cunt with it, master!"
	He gripped her hair and yanked her head back hard, making her cry out
as fresh pain tore into her.
	"You slut," he sneered. "You're just a big walking fuck hole! All
you're good for is fucking! Aren't you?! Aren't you!?"
	"Ye...yee..e.esssssss," she sobbed hysterically.
	"Say it, slut! Tell me what a cheap whore you are!?"
	"I'm a whhooooreee!" she cried. "I'm a cheap whore! I'm a slut!"
	"A cock hungry slut!"
	"Yes! I'm a cock hungry slut," she screamed.
	Crack!
	"Ahhhrghg!"
	Crack!
	"ARRGHH! NOOOO! Master! Master!"
	"Don't forget it again, whore!" he snarled.
	"I'm a cock hungry slut, Master! I'm a cheap whore, master!"
	He went around in front of her and smiled his nasty smile, then
reached down and gripped the bar holding her legs apart. He yanked it
up, pulling her feet off the floor and letting all her weight hang
from the wrists. He smiled, then lifted the bar higher and higher,
pulling it straight up and forcing her ankles up with it.
	He raised the bar over her head, ignoring her sobs of pain and
discomfort as he bent her practically in two, jamming the bar over her
head and then letting it down behind her neck. Sara groaned in pain
and discomfort as her body was squeezed together. Her ankles were
pulled up back over her shoulders and her ankles were pressing into
the sides of her head.
	Her back ached, and her spine threatened to snap. Her legs were
burning from the strain and stretching, and her arms ached even more
since all her weight now lay on them.
	But perhaps worst of all was that the pressure of the bar against the
back of her head was forcing her head down, forcing her to look down
at how utterly exposed, how lewdly displayed her private parts were to
the horrible man who'd kidnapped her. Never before in her life was
herself so crudely and roughly exposed.
	Her mind howled in misery and mortification as he stared down at her
sex, and then slid his hand over her pussy and buttocks.
	"Nice," he smiled. "Very nice. Now, Sara, you're going to tell me a
little story."
	"Wh...wh...a-a... s-storry?" she moaned.
	"A story, slut."
	"Wh....what...what about?" she panted.
	His face suddenly turned angry.
	"Master! Master! I'm sorry, Master! What about, Master!"
	He calmed a little, but still slid the crop between his fingers.
	Amy was excruciatingly uncomfortable, and every part of her seemed to
ache or sting, from her wounded, burning buttocks, to her strained
thighs and back, to her fiercely aching arms and crushed wrists, and
even her hair, which he had yanked and pulled liberally.
	"This is a story about a dirty little girl named... Sara," he said
with a sot, mad smile. "Let's see now, it's the story of how...
Sara... fucked her pet dog Rover. I want you to tell me how slutty
Sara crawled around on all fours shoving her pussy into Rover's face,
and how Rover fucked her to a dozen orgasms."
	Sara was stunned and appalled. The very thought was too horrifyingly
disgusting to have ever entered her mind. Fucking a dog!? This man was
utterly insane!
	"Do it now, slut! Tell me the story of how you fucked your dog!"
	She didn't even have a dog! What was she going to do?! She trembled
in fear, her mind spinning as his face got progressively angrier.
	"I-I...uh, I was...naked," she gulped. "And, uh, I uh, crawled around
on the floor...where my dog Rover was, and he uh, he started sniffing
at my...my...pussy."
	"Yess, yesss!" he smiled lustfully. "And did that turn you on?"
	"Ye...yeeessss," she gulped. "I uh, I felt his...nose against my...
my pussy and I got... horny and... and I uh, spread my legs for him...
and... and he began to... to lick me. To lick at my...pussy."
	"And you loved it, didn't you, slut?"
	"Y-yes. I loved it. I got even more.. h-horny, and I
started...shaking my ass and he... he climbed up on me.
	"Like the dirty bitch in heat you were!" he snarled.
	"Yeesss," she moaned. "And he... he put his thing in. He... pushed it
into me and he...fucked me."
	"Go on! Go on!" he said, eyes alive with excitement as he pulled his
G-string, or whatever it was down, and his cock stuck up thick and
round and...
	She stared at it in horror. She'd never seen a man's cock before.
She'd seen the odd picture, very odd, and the occasional boy's cock,
but never anything like this! His cock was huge, bloated! It looked as
thick as her wrist and long as her arm. It was an angry red and
purplish colour and pointed right at her exposed, defenceless sex.
	"Go on, slut! Tell me how you humped back at the dog! Tell me how he
fucked you!"
	"He... .he... he fucked me," she gulped. "He... he pumped his cock in
me really fast and his paws squeezed around me. I felt...
really...excited," she gulped.
	Never having been fucked she didn't really know how to describe the
feeling, and was at something of a loss for words. And as she saw him
squeezing that monstrous cock, and pushing it closer to her own softly
furred sex, she lost her voice entirely, staring in horror.
	He pressed it against her slit, then his hands gripped her round
little bottom, his thumbs sliding over to her pussy lips and roughly
prying them apart. She gasped in shame and pain as he forced her sex
open, revealing the gleaming pink meat inside, showing the round
little hole, a hole that was so obviously too small for his massive
cock that she thought he'd surely abandon his attempt at rape.
	But instead he pressed the ugly purplish head against the little hole
and began to try to force it in. The pain mounted, and she groaned and
whimpered and gasped for breath as she watched the thick organ jamming
and grinding and twisting against her little hole.
	She cried out as her pussy opening burned and ached, and then,
incredibly, she saw the giant cockhead slowly forcing its way into
her. It disappeared inside her, and she saw her pussy lips clamped
tightly and tautly around the shaft as the man giggled in happiness
and her pussy burned in pain.
	"Oohhhhhhh," she moaned.
	"Quit whining, slut! You begged for it!"
	He grunted and she gasped in pain as his cock ground through her
pussy lips and into her tight, virgin pussy. Her breathing came in
sharp, short pants and she clenched her teeth against the pain as his
cock drove deeper and deeper into her pussy.
	Then she felt it pressing against something, some obstruction, her
cherry, she knew.
	"Here it comes, slut," he sniggered. "Tell me you want it! Tell me to
rip that cherry and fuck you! Do it! Beg me!"
	"Please," she whimpered.
	"Beg! Beg me to rip your cherry out! Beg me to fuck you full of
sperm! Beg me to rip your cunt open!"
	"Fu..fuck meeee," she whimpered. "Fuck my cherry out! Fuck me full of
sperm! Please fuck me, Master! Please rip my cherry out and fuck me  t
- AAAAHGH!!"
	He rammed forward and tore through her hymen, then gripped her bottom
and forced his cock balls deep into her quivering, spasming, burning
sex tunnel. She sobbed in pain and misery as he laughed and ground his
loins into her exposed groin and bottom, his hands under her buttocks
grinding her right back against him.
	"Slut!" he sneered. "You're not a virgin any more, slut! Your dirty
cunt is filled with cock meat!"
	He tore his cock back, drawing another gasp of pain and shuddering
moan, then rammed it deep once more. He twisted his cock around inside
her as she began to weep, laughing and sniggering as he felt her
insides suck and squeeze his cock.
	He gripped her buttocks and jerked his cock out, then slammed it
back. He did it again, then again, fucking into her with short, savage
strokes, swinging her back and forth against him to double the force
of his fucking as he tore her pussy open.
	He thrust harder and faster, using longer and longer strokes as he
crushed her pussy's resistance and numbed her muscles. He began to
hammer his cock into her, to stab it in with lustful cruelty,
hammering his hips against her upturned buttocks with the loud crack
of flesh against flesh.
	His hard prick thrust into the depths of the quivering girl's belly
again and again, pistoning inside her as she sobbed and moaned and
whimpered in pain.
	"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah," he gasped. "Dirty slut! Dirty whore! This is what
you're made for! Cunt! Bitch cunt! Unngh! Unghh! Unghh!"
	His hips were a blur as he pounded his cock into the weeping girl's
sex opening with wild, brutal abandon, using his cock as a weapon as
he repeatedly spiked it deep into her defenceless pussy tunnel and
hammered his hips against her soft bottom.
	Then he came, spewing his hot, salty sauce into her pussy, pouring
his juices down into her belly as his balls unloaded and her pussy
sucked it down.
	"Uhhhhh Yeahhhhhh!" he groaned. "Now you're drinking it! I'm coming
inside you, slut! I'm pouring my jism down into your slutty cunt
hole!"
	He buried his cock inside her and halted, panting for breath.
	"Yeah," he gasped. "Nice. Nice cunt meat."
	He slowly drew his softening cock out of her torn pussy and smiled
cruelly down at her.
	"Thank me, slut," he said as if in exasperation.
	"Th...th...thank y...you, master," she whimpered in a small voice.
	He gripped her hair and forced her head back. She cried out in pain,
staring dazedly up at him.
	"Say...thank you for your sperm, master," he ordered with a smiled.
	She stared at him as though he were crazy.  "Tha..thank you for
your... sperm, Master," she gulped.
	"Did you like your first fuck, bitch?"
	"Ye...yes, master," she whined. "I loved my first fuck, master."
	"You'll get lots more, slut," he smiled. He gripped her pussy, then
slid his finger against her anus and slowly wriggled it in.
	She gasped in shock, and she whimpered in denial.
	"I bet you'd love a cock up here, wouldn't you, slut?" he grinned.
"Let me hear you beg for it. Let me hear you beg me to ass fuck you.
Tell me how you want to be sodomized by my big cock."
	"Nooooo," she moaned dazedly.
	"What!? You filthy whore!"
	"I...I mean..I..."
	"Too late," he smiled.
	The crop was on the floor next to him. He bent and picked it up, then
slashed it down directly against her pussy pad. It hissed through the
air and smacked down into the furry little mound with brutal force.
	Sara's mind exploded with agony as the crop struck her sensitive
pussy. She screamed so loudly her throat ached. The pain was evil,
cruel, a rip sawing blast of boiling agony mixed with dizziness and
nausea.
	Again the crop lashed down on her pussy, directly against the slit.
She howled and shrieked as she jounced and jerked in the chains. He
snickered and lashed her pussy again; then again, then again, aiming
directly for her slit as her screams filled the air.
	"Next time you'll beg for an ass fuck, whore," he sneered as he
halted.
	He looked up above her, then gripped the bar holding her ankles and
lifted it off her and up higher. He fastened it to another chain up
higher, then unhooked her wrists from the chains holding them and let
them fall. She swung down and gurgled as her belly threatened to
heave. She was upside down now, hanging by the ankles. At first she
was grateful. Anything was better than that terrible pain. Her pussy
still burned and hurt terribly, but the whip crack blasts of pain had
stopped when his blows had.
	He pulled her wrists up behind her and clipped the restraints
together, then, humming to himself, he wheeled over a little cart.
There was what looked like a stereo on it, and to her surprise, that
was what it was.
	He bent and pushed a ball-gag into her mouth, tightening it around
her head. Then he put a blindfold over her eyes. Next something, she
could no longer see what, was put over her ears. It felt like
headphones, the big heavy type, only these had a kind of chin strap
that fit snugly to keep the thing in place.
	Soft music appeared in the headphones, and then a voice, speaking
hypnotically. It wasn't his voice, she noted at once, but a girl's
voice.
	"I love my master," it said. "I must obey my master! I'm a bad, bad
girl. I'm a dirty slutty girl! I only love my master. I must never
disobey my master! I love cock! I love my master's cock. I love to be
fucked! Fucking is wonderful. Fucking is the most wonderful thing in
the world. I love it when my master fucks me...."
	It went on and on like that, the words soft and the music low. She
hung there helplessly, upside down, her head throbbing as the blood
all rushed to it. Pain burned her from end to end, and she moaned
quietly into the gag
	Hours passed.
	She didn't know this, however. She soon lost all concept of time. Her
head was dazed from being upside down. She couldn't say or see
anything, and could only hear the soft music and that girl's soft
voice saying what a cheap, useless whore she was and how she loved the
master.
	Some time during the night she urinated, the yellow liquid trickling
down her belly and chest. She hardly noticed.
	Through the night she hung upside down, blinded, dazed, her body
throbbing, aching.
	In the morning came pain, blasting into her out of nowhere, harsh,
white hot pain that sliced into her buttocks and pussy like it had
before. Blast after blast of agony ripped down into her as she felt
her buttocks whipped and lashed again and again.
	She screamed into the gag, and jerked helplessly like a fish on a
hook. Then the blows ceased.
	She hung there still, for how long she couldn't imagine. Then she was
lowered. She was dropped onto the cold floor, where she lay limply,
groaning in dizziness, her head swirling as the blood began to leave.
	She screamed in mindless pain as her hair was pulled. She was dragged
across the floor by the hair, then flung into some kind of water, a
tub of water. Rough hands with a rough brush scrubbed her body, and
she choked and groaned and whimpered helplessly.
	She could hear again, she realized. The soft music and the girl's
voice were gone, replaced by grunts and splashes and her own moaning.
Her buttocks stung as the brush scrubbed over them, and she cried out
into the gag, but not much emerged.
	The leather restraints were removed from her wrists and ankles, but
she made no move to resist, or even move her limbs. She still felt too
weak and dizzy, and wasn't able to even think straight.
	She was dragged out of the tub by her now wet hair, but couldn't
stand. He cursed her, and she felt a slap against her face that made
her ears ring. Then he dragged her over to a chair and dropped her
into it. A blow dryer came on and heat rushed over her head as he
began to brush her hair. She sat there moaning, not sure what was
going on, not caring.
	The dryer turned off and she was dragged to her feet, by the arm this
time, then shoved down onto her knees. The blindfold was removed and
she blinked up at him, her eyes squinting against the light. He
smiled, the same nasty smile as he always seemed to use, then removed
the gag as well.
	"Thank me for washing you, slut," he ordered.
	"Tha...thank you, ma... master," she said in a dry, choked voice. She
coughed several times and tried to moisten her mouth, but couldn't.
She suddenly felt an overwhelming need for water.
	"Water?" she whimpered. "Master?"
	"You want water, slut?"
	"Yesss. Please! Please, master?"
	They were in some kind of wash room. There was a shelf with odd
looking boxes and jugs and jars on one side, with a big concrete sink
next to them. There was also, she noted, a big steel tub in the middle
of the room, filled with soapy water.
	He walked over to the sink and turned on the tap, and she stared at
it thirstily.
	"Crawl over to me, slut," he ordered.
	"Ye..yes, master," she said, not caring about anything but the water.
	She crawled forward until she was right next to him, then he held his
palms together and let them fill with water. He bent over and held his
hands under her, and she stuck her mouth in and sucked it up greedily.
	"More, master?" she begged.
	He filled his palms again and again held them out for her. She
slurped it down quickly.
	"Thank you, master. More, master?" she asked hopefully.
	"Just once more, slut," he smiled tolerantly. 
	He let her drink from his palms again, then turned off the water. She
was still terribly thirsty, but the edge had been taken off, and now
she was aware of her rumbling stomach as well.
	"Can...can I have something to eat, please, master?" she asked.
	"Are you going to be a good girl?"
	"Yes, master. I'll be a good girl."
	"If you're a good girl I'll give you something to eat, and maybe more
water."
	"Thank you, master!"
	He walked towards the door and motioned for her to follow by slapping
his thigh and saying "Come."
	Amy crawled after him, and then followed out of the room, finding
herself in the other room, the one she'd been in the other day. She
crawled over to the side, where a table lay, and knelt there on all
fours as he produced a studded leather collar. He bent and fitted it
around her throat, then locked it there.
	He smiled and she smiled back hopefully, terrified of his anger, and
so relieved at his smile. Then he produced a leash and snapped it to a
ring in the side of the collar.
	"Now, slut, we're going to go for a little walk," he said. "You will
crawl right beside me as I move."
	He began to walk, pulling on the leash, and Amy hurried to keep up
with him. Her knees hurt each time she brought them down on the cold,
hard floor, but she didn't dare fall behind. He walked around and
around the room as she crawled desperately after, panting for breath
and grunting in pain.
	Then he halted. "Sit," he ordered, turning to her.
	She blinked in confusion, then let her knees fold under her and sat
back on her heels. He smiled approvingly and she smiled back, blinking
her eyes in the hopes he'd feed her.
	He patted her hair like she was a dog, and she knew she should be
angry about that, but couldn't begin to care. She had far more things
to worry about than her dignity or pride. At the moment her belly was
growling for food, and that... along with avoiding any more pain, were
the primary considerations occupying her mind.
	"Kneel," he said.
	She blinked her eyes, then returned to all fours.
	"No, slut!"
	She cringed as he cuffed her, and her ear ached and burned.
	"When I say kneel I want you on your knees, not your hands and
knees."
	He pulled up on the leash and forced her up on her knees.
	"Keep your back straight, slut, and your hands at your sides!"
	She obeyed as well as she could, and he ran his hands through her
hair, then unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. He rubbed it
over her face then pushed it into her mouth. She didn't have to be
told what to do, though she'd only done it once or twice before.
	She began to suck and lick at his cock. It was difficult, because she
couldn't get much moisture into her mouth. The little bit he'd let her
drink hadn't been nearly enough to sate her after a night of chewing
on a leathery ball.
	His cock was soon hard, though, and he held her head and fucked it
into her with slow, deep strokes that threatened to choke her.
	Then he pulled back.
	"All fours," he said.
	"Yes, Master," she gasped, falling forward onto her hands.
	He walked behind her and he dropped to his knees.
	"This is the position of a bitch in heat," he said in a
conversational voice. "This is the natural position for dirty sluts
like you."
	She felt his cock against her pussy and winced, her pussy pad still
aching from the riding crop. She grunted as he jerked her thighs apart
and cracked his hand against her bottom. His cock thrust into her and
she shuddered as it drove deep into her already growling, aching
belly.
	He gripped her hips and began to hump into her, tearing his cock back
and forth in her pussy without the slightest consideration for her
comfort.
	"Ahhhh," he groaned. "Tight teenage pussy early in the morning!
That's just what I need to start my day!"
	He pounded his hips into the kneeling girl, driving his thick prong
up into her guts with harsh, deep strokes until his balls exploded and
his semen sluiced into her belly.
	He sighed and then got to his feet. He gazed at the teenager kneeling
there, then turned aside and picked up a length of rope.
	"Stand slut," he said.
	Amy got shakily to her feet and he moved behind her. He gripped one
of her arms and jerked it cruelly behind her, then wrapped several
lengths of rope around it. He gripped her other wrist and jerked that
up behind her as well, binding it tightly to the first.
	He reached for the leash attached to her collar and snapped it off,
then turned the collar so the ring was directly behind her neck. He
lifted the rope up and slid it through the ring, forcing her bound
wrists up painfully high before tying it off.
	"All right, whore, upstairs," he said.
	He gripped her elbow and jerked her towards the heavy wooden door,
then pushed it open and dragged her through. She found herself in a
basement, a Rec room to be precise. It had a pool table, a big TV set,
and a pin ball game, along with chairs and a card table. She noticed
that the door he led her through was disguised as a bookshelf on this
side, and when it was shoved back would completely hide the room
behind it.
	She had little time to look around, however, because the man
continued to pull her across the room to the stairs at the other side,
then up the stairs. They emerged in a small kitchen. She glanced at
the nearby door, but didn't even think about going for it. After all,
the way her wrists were tied she wouldn't be able to open it anyway,
even presuming he gave her time.
	"Kneel," he ordered.
	She almost missed the order, then dropped quickly to her knees.
	"Sit."
	She sat back on her heels on the floor.
	"Keep your knees apart and your back straight, slut," he growled.
	"Yes, Master," she gulped, doing as he'd ordered.




	He looked down at her with a crude, smug smile. "Roped girl meat," he
laughed. "Just what the doctor ordered, huh slut?"
	"Ye...yes, master," she whimpered.
	He put a bowl under the tap and poured water into it, then set it
down on the floor in front of her.
	"There you go, whore, some nice water for you."
	She looked down and licked her lips, then looked up at him.
	"Go ahead, drink," he said.
	She bent over and began to drink thirstily, gulping down the water as
he stood over her. She finished it in a few seconds, then, with a
grunt of effort, straightened up and spread her knees again.
	"Good slut," he said, patting her head like she was a dog. "Goooood
slut."
	He went to the fridge and opened it, then took out a can. He put it
under the can opener and opened it, then spooned some moist, brown
gunk into a bowl. He put the bowl in the microwave to warm it then set
it down next to the empty bowl of water.
	"Eat, slut," he said.
	Sara bent over and wrinkled her nose unhappily. Whatever it was
smelled horrible. She pulled away, looking up at him unhappily.
	"I said eat," he ordered.
	"I...wh...what is it, master?" she whimpered.
	"It's dog food, of course. What else would I feed a bitch slut in
heat."
	She looked down at the dog food and then back up at him.
	"Eat it," he glared. "I spent good money for that and you're going to
eat every last bit of it."
	"I-I'm not hungry," she gulped.
	"Eat!"
	She lowered her mouth to it then slid her tongue out tentatively. She
tried to block out the horrible smell and pretend it was hamburger,
then bit into it and almost threw up. She spit out the foot, gagging
and choking.
	"I told you to eat it, whore," he snarled.
	"I...I caann't," she wailed. "It's awful!"
	"Stinking little whore!"
	He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet, then slammed
her into the wall.
	"You'll learn to obey me, you whore!" he yelled. 
	He dragged her back down the stairs, ignoring her whimpering pleas
and apologies, then, when the desperate girl tried to pull away from
the bookcase door, knowing punishment awaited her, he twisted her
around and slammed his fist into her belly.
	She gurgled and choked and folded over, but he jerked her up by the
hair and then punched her in the face, throwing her back against the
wall where she fell heavily to the floor.
	Enraged, he stalked over to her and slammed his booted foot into her
side, throwing her back against the wall, then grabbed her hair and
pulled her to her knees, hurling her end over end across the floor.
	She fell on her back, legs sprawled awkwardly as she sobbed and
whimpered and groaned in pain. He stalked over to her, then rammed his
foot into her pussy. She howled in pain and flipped onto her stomach,
trying to curl into a ball.
	Another kick sent her rolling over several times. She whimpered in
fear and pain, trying to get to her feet, but his foot came slamming
down on her bottom, hammering her hips back flat on the floor. His
foot drew back then slammed up into her pussy, sending her tumbling
and writhing in pain.
	"Fucking whore!" he growled as she sobbed and screamed.
	He dragged her to her feet and slammed her belly down across the pool
table, then spread her legs and slammed his knee up into her pussy
from underneath. The blow lifted her feet off the ground and blasted
her mind with nausea and pain. She bounced back only to be slammed up
again by another knee to the pussy.
	"Never resist me," he hissed. "Never disobey me."
	He dragged her off the table and shoved her against the wall, then
held her there with both hands on her throat. She choked and sobbed
and gurgled in a dazed stupor. He let her slide down the wall just far
enough for her legs to come apart, then slammed his knee up into her
pussy, making her bounce upwards.
	Her eyes bulged and her mouth opened and closed as she made
pain-filled gurgling noises. His knee slammed up into her pussy again,
then again, then again, as he held her by the throat. Each time she
bounced upwards only to fall again onto his knee.
	She was too blasted by pain and terror to do anything as complicated
as close her legs. Her eyes rolled, then crossed as his knee slammed
up into her repeatedly. Urine streamed down her legs as her shattered
mind lost control of her bladder, and he cursed her and flung her
away.
	"Filthy, dirty, stinking creature," he screamed.
	She lay shaking and twitching and trembling on the floor, eyes glassy
and mouth coughing and choking. He walked past her, reach down,
gripped her by the hair, then dragged her across the room and through
the door into the hidden room.
	There he cut the rope from her wrists and replaced them with the
leather restraints. He hefted her and then, one arm at a time,
attached the restraints to the chains again, leaving her hanging this
time.
	He wheeled over the cart, put the earphones over her ears again, then
turned on the tape recorder. Muttering to himself he turned off the
lights, slammed the door, and left.
	Sara hung there, twitching and shaking, her mind swirling and bleary,
her body wracked by pain and dizziness.
	"I must obey my master," the voice said."I must be a good girl. I
must always obey. I am a worthless slut. I am only good for fucking. I
am a filthy whore. I love being fucked. I love my master's cock," the
girl's voice said.
	Hours passed, and she hung there in the dark, moaning weakly, her
pussy aching and throbbing. Finally the door opened and the light
snapped on. She didn't look up from the floor, though her eyes
squinted in the light.
	He reached up and unclipped her wrists, then let her fall to the
floor. She groaned and lay on her side, her hands sliding in between
her legs to cup her pussy. He knelt and jerked her hands away, then
put his boot against her back and shoved her so she rolled several
times.
	"Get out there, whore," he hissed.
	She tried to rise and his foot came down on her back. "Crawl, whore,"
he sneered.
	She crawled weakly, whimpering in pain and fear, terribly aware that
he was right behind her, that at any second he might slam his foot up
into her pussy. She crawled as fast as she could into the other room,
where he led her over to the side.
	There was a puddle of urine on the floor and she halted just short of
it.
	"See the mess you made, slut?" he growled, slapping the side of her
head.
	"I'm sorry, master," she whimpered.
	"You disobeyed me and tried to resist going into your cage, then made
a mess. You're a bad, bad, bad girl!" he growled. "Now clean up this
mess!"
	"Ye..ye...yeeesss, maasster," she squeaked. She knelt there
uncertainly, however.
	"Well?" he snapped.
	"I-I-I don't have anything to clean it with," she whined.
	"Where did this piss come from?"
	"I-I...from...from me?" she whimpered.
	"That's right, slut, so put it back where it came from."
	"I-I don't understand," she whimpered, her body filling with terror
at being unable to obey him instantly.
	"Lick it up," he snarled.
	She blinked her eyes in shock, staring at the piss on the floor.
	"Are you going to disobey me again?" he growled in an ominous voice.
	"No master!" she gasped.
	"Then lick it up!"
	She bent and began to lick the urine up, fighting down the nausea she
felt, trying to suppress the bitter, acid taste. She licked and
slurped her way through the puddle as he stood behind her, cursing her
and slapping her bottom whenever she slowed her licking.
	When every last drop was licked up he jerked her up by the hair,
making her sit back on her heels.
	"Good job, slut, now I want you to sit there and open your mouth
wide."
	She opened her mouth as he unzipped his pants and drew out his cock.
It wasn't hard, but she didn't much care. Sucking or fucking was far
better than pain. He didn't put it in her mouth, though. He stood a
couple of feet back.
	"Don't move or I'll whip your cunt again," he said.
	Urine spurted out of his cock and the narrow stream splattered
against her face before he adjusted his aim. Then it poured into her
open mouth.
	"Swallow it, whore," he taunted, as the yellow stream filled her
mouth and began to pour over her lip. She shuddered, then swallowed
again and again. After a few seconds though he shifted his aim,
raining urine over her face, then against her breasts, then down
against her pussy, laughing as the warm fluid splashed over her body.
	He shook the last drop off then put his cock back in his pants. 
	"Now clean up this floor, slut. There's piss all over it."
	Again she had to crawl around on the floor licking at the urine and
drinking it down. Only when he could find no more urine anywhere did
he let her crawl back into the other room. Reeking of urine, she was
hung upside down from the ankles, then left alone in the dark again
with the words of wisdom in her ears.
	More hours passed as she hung there helplessly. She didn't wonder why
this was happening to her. She didn't think about escape, nor worry
about what her parents would think. She didn't think of much of
anything. Her mind was a throbbing, shattered mass of scattered
thoughts. It was entirely consumed with the pain she was feeling.
	When the door opened fear was added, terrible fear...fear of more
pain. She trembled as the man came in and smiled at her.
	"Please! Please! Please!" she moaned. "Master! I'll be good, master!
I promise, master!"
	He let her drop to the floor, where she immediately fell to her
knees, shaking in fear.
	"Get into the room and crawl into the tub," he ordered.
	"Yes, master! Yes, master!" she whimpered, crawling hurriedly across
to the door.
	He walked after her, then opened the door and let her crawl in. She
crawled into the empty tub and looked up at him, desperate to please.
	He put a hose on the tap and turned on the water, then let it pour
down into the tub. He sprayed it over her body and face, and she
opened her mouth and let the thick, heavy stream pour into her mouth
and rinse it out.
	He poured water over her hair, soaking it, then tossed a bar of soap
to her. She began to soap herself up as he let the hose spray directly
into the tub, starting with her hair.
	She soaped it up and then bent over and stuck her head into the
water, rinsing it out. Then she soaped up the rest of herself, wincing
and gasping now and then whenever she soaped a cut, or ran her hands
over a bruise.
	There were lots of both.
	Finally, dripping wet, she was thrown a towel. She dried herself,
then sat obediently in a chair as he brushed and dried her hair.
	"You're going to be a good little slut, aren't you?"
	"Yes, master!" 
	"You're not going to disobey my orders again, are you?"
	"No master! I'm sorry, master!"
	"Crawl into the other room, whore."
	She slid off onto the floor and crawled across and through the door
to the other room. He came behind her and then ordered her to halt.
"I know how uncomfortable you are being naked all the time, slut," he
said, his voice a cruel sneer. "So I'm going to let you wear a bikini.
Would you like that?"
	Her mind spun furiously. What did he want her to say?! What did he
want her to say!?
	"If you want me to, master," she gulped fearfully.
	He laughed and picked up some thin ropes, then straddled her as she
knelt there. He slid the rope under her, then carefully circled her
breasts with it, closing the loop slowly, keeping it tight against her
ribs as it forced her breasts together then dug into them.
	He tightened the loop squashing her soft, dangling breasts tightly at
the ribs, then brought the rope around behind her. He drew it around
her a second time, then up over one shoulder, around behind the neck,
and down over the other shoulder to tie off with the rest.
	"Stand up."
	She stood, gasping and clenching her teeth. Her tits were bloated out
into hard, taut balls of flesh, the ropes digging deeply into them
from the sides.
	"Ooh! oh! Ohh!" she moaned.
	"That's the top. Now for the bottom," he leered.
	He circled her waist and tied the rope off, then drew the rope down
between her legs and up the cleft between her buttocks. He yanked
hard, then harder, holding her down to keep from lifting her in the
air. He put the loop through the one around her waist, then drew it
down between her buttocks and up between her pussy lips again. Again
he tugged it up savagely hard, crushing the rope up into her soft
pussy meat.
	He tied it tightly to the front of the loop around her waist, then
stood back.
	"Now that's a nice looking bikini," he grinned. "Do you like that?"
	"Ye...ye..yesss, Masster," she gasped between clenched teeth.
	"Walk around, slut. Let me see you move in it."
	She shuffled slowly, gasping and clenching her teeth as the ropes dug
into her pussy and tits.
	He sneered at her awkward movements, arms folded over his chest as he
watched.
	"Come over here and kneel, slut," he ordered.
	"Ye...yess, master," she panted, shuffling back, then awkwardly
getting onto her knees.
	"Now you're going to learn how to suck a cock, you cheap, useless
slut. Your pitiful attempt at cocksucking yesterday made me want to
throw up! You'll learn how to suck properly, like a real piece of cunt
meat should."
	He took out his cock, then rubbed it back and forth over her face.
	"Close your mouth, whore, and make a kiss."
	She obeyed and he pushed the head of his cock against her lips. "Now
keep them tight, but slide it slowly down over my cock, licking your
tongue against the underside of the head."
	She pushed her mouth forward, letting his cock force its way through
her puckered lips, then sliding her tongue against the underside of
the head as it came in. She took the cock in as deep as she could,
then began to bob her lips slowly up and down.
	"Cup my balls with your hands and massage them, and do it gently if
you know what's good for you."
	She raised her hands and squeezed and rubbed his balls.
	"Now slide your lips off the end of my cock, lick your way down the
shaft to the base, then suck my balls into your mouth one by one."
	She sucked his cock as he gave her instructions, doing everything
exactly as he ordered, instantly. Nothing at all crossed her mind
except fear of failure, fear of angering him, fear of more horrible
pain. She sucked anxiously and eagerly, licking and slurping over his
balls and cock as he stood above her, legs spread, arms folded,
smiling smugly.
	"Now take it out and rub it all over your face," he ordered.
	She obeyed, blinking her eyes up at him, trying to smile as she
rubbed the spit-wet head all over her cheeks and nose and forehead.
Then she slid it through her lips again and sucked on it.
	"Now, slut, you're going to learn how to deep throat a cock. Every
true whore has to know that, and you certainly are a true whore."
	He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it over her face
again.
	"Tell me what a dirty slut you are, cunt."
	"I'm a dirty slut, Master," she gulped. "I'm a worthless slutty
whore. I'm a cheap sluttish tramp. I'm only good for fucking and
sucking."
	He shoved his cock back into her mouth and smiled in satisfaction. He
pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her lower. At the same time he
pulled her hair, forcing her head to tilt back. Suddenly he shoved his
cock forward, jerking her head towards him at the same time.
	His cock punched right through and into her throat, sliding right
down the surprised blonde's gullet as her eyes bulged in shocked
surprise. She tried to pull back but he held her tightly in place. Her
hands rose and frantically pushed against his belly but he gripped the
back of her head and forced his cock deep into her throat, not
satisfied until her lips were pressed up against the base of his
shaft.
	"There you go, slut," he groaned. "Now your throat's full of cock
meat. Ahhhhhhhh."
	He slid his cock up and down her throat as Sara wriggled and jerked
in terror and discomfort. Not a sound, not even a grunt emerged from
her, because her throat was completely blocked by his thick cock. He
enjoyed the silence, smiling down at her as he fucked her throat.
	He waited until her face turned red, then started to turn white
before pulling his cock free. She coughed and choked and drew in
great, haggard gasps of breath as he rubbed his spit-wet cock over her
face.

	"Get ready, whore, here it comes again," he warned, jerking her head
back and shoving his cock into her mouth.
	She drew in a harsh, strangled breath, then cock meat pushed into her
throat and down its long, thin length.
	He filled her throat with cock and sighed in pleasure as he forced
her lips against the base of his shaft. He fucked her face with long,
deep strokes, sliding his cock up and down in her throat as she
trembled and shook and writhed in his grasp.
	He pulled out again, not wanting to come just yet.
	"Time for more punishment," he smiled.
	"Ma...mas...master!" she coughed. "No, master! Please! Please! I'm a
good girl! I'm a good girl!"
	He smiled and dragged her to her feet, then pulled her hands high and
fastened the leather restraints to chains above her.
	"Please. Master!" she whimpered. "Please! Please!"
	"You pushed against my stomach when I shoved my cock down your
throat, slut," he chided.
	"I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, Master! I'm sorry!"
	"Too late," he smiled.
	He moved to the table and picked up the riding crop, then returned.
	"Please! Please!" she whimpered.
	He smiled, then raised the crop. She stared at it in terror, then
watched as it slashed down, seemingly towards her face.
	Instead it cracked into her right breast, already hard and red,
bulging out from the pressure of the rope tightly binding it. The
throbbing meat exploded in agony as the crop cut into it, and Sara's
shrieks made him wince with their strength.
	He raised the crop again and slashed it across the other breast,
laughing as she danced and shook and thrashed insanely, gurgling and
howling and screaming in mindless agony as her tits burned. He cracked
the crop down again and again and again, reining savage blows on her
squashed, bloated breasts, trying to hit the nipples dead centre as
her feet danced and kicked and the chains jingled and jangled above.
	Tears poured down her face as she howled and sobbed in pain and
misery. Never had she imagined anyone would ever use her like this,
that she would ever be so cruelly beaten, her sensitive, beautiful
breasts subjected to such evil brutality.
	The crop lashed across them a final time, striking both nipples. She
shrieked in agony, her throat ragged from screaming as the pain lashed
her body and mind.
	He moved behind her, and she felt his fingers at the ropes around her
waist and groin. They parted, and he ripped the rope free of her pussy
lips. It hurt terribly, but the pain was nothing compared to her
burning breasts, and she cared little about it.
	He stroked her bottom, then slid a finger up into her anus, pumping
it slowly up and down inside the shaking, trembling, sobbing girl's
anus. He stepped forward a little, then drew out his cock, rubbing it
up and down anal cleft.
	He pushed his cock into her, finding little resistance in her
spasming, shaking, pain blasted body. He sighed happily as he felt her
insides clutching his erection, and shoved deeper, gripping her thighs
and pulling them wider as he forced his cock up her rectum to the
hilt.
	"Ahhh," he sighed. "Now that's nice. What a nice, warm little
asshole."
	He ground his balls in against her buttocks, then let go of her
thighs and slid his arms around her to squeeze her tightly. His hands
slid up onto her aching breasts and squeezed them, drawing another
howl of pain from her, making her rectum spasm and squeeze down on his
cock.
	He dug his fingers into the taut, red flesh, mashing and squeezing
them as he ground his loins into the teenager's bottom. He twisted his
cock around inside her rectum, enjoying the squeezing and heat against
his prick.
	"You'll learn not to resist me, won't you, little slut," he said into
her ear. "You'll learn to obey me always. To obey me instantly,
without hesitation. You'll learn to be grateful for the discipline I
teach you."
	He squeezed her breasts again, drawing more shaking sobs as he began
to pump his cock up into her anus. He slid his hands back down her
body, stroking her belly for a moment, then sliding down to cup her
pussy. He put one hand over the other as he squeezed her pussy and
ground his balls into her buttocks. Then he slid his hands apart,
gripping her thighs and pulling them back and apart.
	He jammed his cock into her rectum as he held her thighs open, then
began to rut furiously, thrusting deep and hard, smashing his pelvis
into her soft buttocks as he skewered her buttery little anus. His big
cock pounded back and forth inside the sobbing' blonde's anus with
furious speed, pistoning wildly as his body hammered against hers.
	He groaned in pleasure, then spurted his juice up into her bowels,
thumping his cockhead against the end of her anal tube as his gunk
pumped into her belly.
	"There you go, slut," he panted. "Now you've been pumped in all three
holes. You're almost a professional whore."
	He pulled his cock out of her anus and moved around in front of her.
He smiled again, then rubbed the tears off her face.
	"Tell me you love me," he smiled.
	She continued to sob and moan, and he slammed a fist into her
unprotected belly. She choked and coughed and groaned, her eyes
glazing over as he smiled down at her.
	"Tell me you love me, slut," he said.
	"I-I-I- l-l-lo..."
	His fist slammed into her belly again, and again she choked and
groaned and gasped in pain.
	"Tell me you love me, slut," he smiled.
	"I...Lo...lo...love you, master," she gasped.
	"Good girl," he smiled, stroking her head.

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