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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 11
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 09:10:04 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000



   Chapter 11 - Runaway

   He rested on top of her for a few minutes, his head cushioned by her
beautiful boobs, until his breathing was under control and he was confident
his legs would hold him up again.  Now he knew why most people fucked lying
down.  It was hard to remain standing after coming!  Your legs totally gave
out on you.

   Pushing himself up he looked down at where they were still joined.  As
he slowly slid his cock out of her cunt he could see it was smeared with
his come and her juice.  Awesome!  It looked so fucking good with their
combined juices on it, incontrovertible proof that after years of
fantasizing about it he really was fucking Janet Sheen.

   There was no doubt that this morning was proving to be a brilliant one!
Waking to a blowjob, having his naked slave make breakfast for him,
discovering that he loved the taste of pussy and then having a morning
fuck. Life was so totally perfect and there was a lot of day left in which
to do even more with her.

   In some ways Janet would have been happy if he'd left her tied to the
table.  After coming three times she was feeling truly satisfied and more
than a little bit exhausted.  Even having his cock in her and him coming in
her again hadn't really been a problem.  Although she hadn't come, his
cock, the feel of it deep inside her had felt good, although she knew it
shouldn't have.

   However once he'd pulled out, he moved around the table, untying her,
taking the cuffs off, finally taking off her blindfold and she knew she'd
have to get up.  She took a moment to stretch her limbs, not able to really
look at him now she had her sight back, before she climbed off the table
and went down on her knees.  She knew what she had to do and wasn't going
to risk even more of his punishments.  Besides she thought as she started
to lick his cock and balls clean of their combined juice she really didn't
mind the taste.  It was nice, well naughty and nice she thought, almost
giggling.  And it was so much better than his punishments.

   "That's a good slave.  You're learning.  Umm, yeah.  Lick my balls
clean."

   There was something overwhelming about watching her clean him like this
and each time she'd done it he'd wanted it to go on forever.  All too soon
she'd licked his balls and pubes clean and she now had half his cock in her
mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked on him.  Holding her head
he started guiding her mouth.

   "Put your hands behind your back.  Now leave them there."

   With her hands behind her something felt different Janet thought,
sucking as hard as she could, her tongue rubbing against his shaft.  At
first she wasn't sure what it was then she worked it out.  The other times
because she could use her hands when she'd had to suck him she'd felt she
had a degree of control of the situation even though he was forcing her to
do it.  But with her hands behind her back and his hands gripping her head,
she had no control.  She was just a mouth ...  a hole for him to use.  That
was it, he was fucking her mouth ...  her face.  Her heart plummeted again
as the truth that in the last twenty-four hours she had become a thing, a
slut to be fucked in the mouth, the pussy and even the bum struck home.

   With each stroke he pulled her head a fraction of an inch deeper onto
his cock, feeling his cockhead brush further across the roof of her mouth
each time.  Then he felt her trying to pull back against his hands and he
figured he must have reached her throat.  He was pretty sure this wasn't
the best position to be in to try to get his cock into her throat but he
wanted to see what would happen anyway.  He'd read about gag reflex in some
stories on the net plus seen it in action on vids he'd downloaded.  Now he
wanted to see what would happen if he actually tried to fuck her throat. 
For the next few strokes he was careful not to go to far, waiting for her
to relax again, then he did it, pulling hard on her head, watching as an
extra inch of his cock disappeared and he could feel his cockhead pressing
against what he assumed was her throat.

   Janet panicked, gagging as his cock bumped against her throat.  Her
hands came around to his thighs, instinctively pushing him away as her head
jerked back, her mouth pulling off his cock.  She spluttered convulsively
as her eyes watered.

   "Shit!  Bad slave.  Bad cocksucker.  That's going to cost you.  I told
you to leave your hands behind your fucking back.  Okay, you can put that
in your book along with a couple of things from before.  Let's see, you
didn't call me master at least twice and also you told me to stop sucking
your clit.  Naughty.  You never tell me to stop something.  And you never
take your mouth off my cock like you just did.  Understand cocksucker?"

   "Yes master, sorry master.  It was choking."

   He patted her on the head like you would a pet dog.

   "There, there.  You poor little slut.  You'll just have to learn not to
choke won't you cocksucker?  Cause I want my cock all the way in your
fucking mouth when you suck it from now on.  Okay, write it up in the book
then come into the family room.  There's a video I want you to watch.  Deep
Throat.  You'd better watch it carefully cause later you're going to show
me what you've learned."

   "Yes master."

   Deep Throat.  She had a pretty good idea what it was going to be about
and she was pretty certain she wasn't going to like it.

   She was right.  She didn't like the movie both for what it was about
which seemed impossible to her and also because the movie seemed really old
and naff.  But she watched carefully, trying to work out how Linda did it
without choking to death.

   He'd left her to watch it by herself, telling her to come up to his room
when it was over so she could show him what she'd learnt.  It was so hard
to go up though knowing what he was going to make her do.  She just knew
she wouldn't be able to do it and then he'd hit her.  The trouble was that
if she didn't go up, if he came down and discovered her waiting down here
he'd also hit her.  No choice.

   While Janet was watching the video Richard had gone for a quick swim and
then started doing some work on the photos he'd taken yesterday,
downloading them then touching them up to make sure she couldn't be
recognised.  Last thing he needed was someone from school downloading a pic
of her and recognizing her.  That would really blow this.  Still he was
going to have a great private collection of photos of Janet by the time
this was all over even if there were some he couldn't post.  And he'd
already decided what to do for the next series.  He was so engrossed in his
work that he didn't hear her come up the stairs.

   She stood in the doorway, arms by her side, waiting for him to notice
her.  When after a while he didn't turn around, she cleared her throat.

   "Oh, didn't see you there."

   When he'd turned he was smiling at her but the smile quickly disappeared
and now he was looking angry.  At first she couldn't work out what was
wrong.  He'd told her to come up after watching the video, she hadn't
spoken without permission, she wasn't trying to cover herself up.  Shit. 
She'd forgotten to kneel.  Within seconds she was on her knees in the
position with her hands on her thighs.

   "Too late.  That'll be a punishment slave.  So, you've finished the
video?"

   "Yes master."

   "Ready to try?  Well?"

   "I ...  your slave doesn't know if she'll be able to do it."

   "Then my fucking stupid slave will just have to keep trying till she
can, won't she.  Maybe I can think of a few things that will help you.  You
know, like a few slaps on your bum if you don't do it.  Or maybe on your
tits?"

   "No master.  I mean ...  your slave means.  Sorry master.  Your slave
means she'll try her best master."

   "Good.  And if your best isn't good enough I'll just have to keep
punishing you till it is won't I?  And to help, I'll make the punishment
bigger each time till you finally learn how to do it because you want to be
a good cocksucker don't you slave."

   "Yes master."

   "Thought so!  But before you show me how you can deep throat me there's
something else I want you to do.  I want you to play with yourself while I
watch.  So get up on the bed.  I want you to masturbate till you come. 
Okay?"

   "Yes master."

   A reprieve!  Well that's what it felt like she thought as she crawled to
the bed and clambered onto it.  She'd make this last as long as possible,
make it as good as she could, make him so hot that maybe he'd want to fuck
her instead of making her suck him.  It wasn't much, but at least it was
something to cling to she thought as she positioned herself leaning against
the bed head, her legs spread wide with her feet up near her bum.  Closing
her eyes to help block out where she was she brought her hands down to the
inside of her thighs and started brushing her fingers over them, her touch
so light it was almost not there.  But it was there enough to send a shiver
through her.

   Click.

   Her eyes flew open to see Richard at the foot of the bed with a camera
pointed at her.  Without thinking she covered her boobs, brought her legs
together and twisted to one side.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Taking some pics."

   "No way."

   "What?"

   "No way.  You're not taking any photos of me.  Fuck!"

   Instantly they were at an impasse, both of them glaring at each other,
but it was an impasse that Richard knew he couldn't afford to lose.  He
cursed himself for not realizing that she's be pissed off if she knew he
was taking photos of her like this.  He'd forgotten that she didn't know
about yesterday's photos.  But he wasn't going to let her stop him, no way.
He'd show her who was in charge.  Putting the camera back on his desk he
sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from her, patting the bed alongside
him.

   "Come down here."

   Warily she moved down alongside him.

   "In your ready position slave.  No stay on the bed but kneel in
position. Hands behind your back.  That's right."

   He half turned towards her and reached out to fondle her boobs, gently
stroking them and holding them.

   "They're so beautiful.  So fucking beautiful."

   Janet wasn't sure what was happening.  He'd gotten rid of the camera but
it seemed too easy.  As he started to tweak her nipple she remembered she
was meant to thank him when he said things about her.

   "Thank you master."

   "That's okay slave.  Umm.  Whose boobs are they?"

   "What?"

   "Whose boobs are they?"

   "They're my ...  they're your boobs master."

   "Yep, they're my boobs."

   His hand moved down rubbing her stomach, her thighs and then cupping her
between her legs.

   "And whose cunt is this slave?"

   "Your cunt master?  Uhh."

   He'd slipped two fingers into her.  For a while he fucked her with his
fingers, digging them in as far as he could.  She was still wet from their
earlier fuck so when he pulled his fingers out they were covered with their
combined juice.

   "Well slave my fingers seem to be covered with come and cunt juice. 
Whose come?"

   "Yours master."

   "And whose cunt juice?"

   "Yours master."

   Bringing his fingers up to her mouth he smeared the combined juices over
her lips and chin.

   "That's right cunt because you're mine.  Every part of your slutty body
is mine, isn't it?  Isn't it cunt?"

   "Yes master."

   When he pushed his fingers into her mouth she dutifully sucked them
clean.

   "No bitch.  Tell me.  Don't just fucking say yes master."

   "My slutty body is yours master.  Uhh."

   He'd jammed his fingers back into her cunt, getting more juice on them.

   "So if I want to take pictures of your fucking slutty body while you
play with your cunt then I can.  Because you fucking belong to me.  Right
cunt."

   "Yes master."

   "You're starting to piss me off now.  I want to hear you fucking say it
cunt!"

   "You can take pictures of me, of my slutty body while I masturbate.  I
mean play with my cunt master."

   This time he wiped his fingers over her cheeks and forehead.

   "Here you go fucktoy.  Some make up.  Now ask me.  Ask me to take
pictures of you."

   "Please master take pictures of me playing with myself.  Please master."

   "Hmm.  Not all that convincing.  Tell you what, I'm just going to get
something.  When I get back I want you to beg me.  And I want it dirty,
really dirty and convincing.  Okay?"

   "Yes master."

   "Because if it isn't ..."

   As he left the room she started shaking.  One minute everything was
fine, well maybe not fine but not horrible like it was now.  Now she was
calling herself names and agreeing to let him take picture of her
masturbating.  Names.  She had to think of things to say so he wouldn't
hurt her when he came back because he seemed really angry, cold and angry
with her this time.

   Richard had just remembered that his parents had decided not to take
their movie camera with them.  It took a while to get it out and make sure
he had a tape he could use so he was gone for about ten minutes.  When he
returned she was still kneeling on the end of the bed.  She stared
wide-eyed at the camera but didn't say anything.

   "I thought why take still pics of my slave's body when I can film her
playing with her cunt.  So let's make a film slut.  Your first porno!  Any
objections?"

   "No master."

   "Good.  Here's what we'll do.  When I start filming, first you say who
you are.  That'd be Janet Sheen, sex slave.  Then you say what you are. 
Cum slut, cocksucker, fuck toy, whore, all those things.  Then maybe say
what you like doing, what you're good for.  Sucking cock, being fucked in
the cunt and fucked in the arse, licking arse.  Then what you're going to
do.  Masturbate your slimy cunt till you come like a slut.  And make it
good.  Believable.  Or we'll do it again and again till you do.  Okay
cunt?"

   "Yes master."

   "Cause if we have to do it more than a couple of times then I'll
probably think you're fucking up on purpose and have to punish you ...  a
lot.  So, smile for the camera fuckface."

   Somehow she managed to force a smile onto her face.

   "Good.  And when you've said it all you can get back up there and start
jerking off.  Okay rolling.  Start talking cunt."

   "Hi ...  I'm Janet Sheen and, and I'm a slave, a sex slave.  I love
having sex, um, and sucking cock.  I'm a slut, a cum slut and a cocksucker.
I'm going to masturbate until I come."

   "Cut, cut, cut.  That was fucking pathetic.  Shit.  Do you really want
me to punish you, is that it you stupid slut?"

   "No, I'm sorry master.  I couldn't remember it all.  Really.  Please let
me try again, I'll be better I promise master."

   With his free hand he reached out and captured the nipple on her right
boob and holding it tightly, twisted it.

   "Ahhh."

   "And stop saying I.  It's this slave or your slave, not I."

   "Ohh, sorry master.  Yes master."

   "Okay, let's try again.  Ready?"

   "Yes master."

   "Action."

   "Hi.  My name is Janet Sheen ...  um ...  sex slave.  This sex slave is
a cum slut, a cocksucker and a, a dirty cunt.  This sex slave loves being
fucked in the cunt and in the arse.  She loves sucking cocks.  This slutty
sex slave is a fuck toy and she licks cocks and licks arse.  She is only
good for fucking, for being fucked.  She is going to play with her hot cunt
and do it until she comes.  Because she's a ...  a disgusting, worthless
slut."

   Awesome, totally awesome and a totally major turn on.  Especially
watching her through the camera.  With his free hand he waved at her to
move back up the bed into position, following her with the camera.

   Janet didn't care anymore.  She felt so dirty, such a slut now that it
wouldn't have mattered what he'd wanted her to do, she'd have smiled and
done it.  Probably crying at the same time for what she'd become.  She
positioned herself against the bed head, legs again spread wide, her pussy
on view for his camera.  Bringing her right index finger up to her mouth
she licked it making sure it was wet and, once again closing her eyes,
trying to block out the world, she started masturbating.

   It was amazing watching her through the camera.  It was more invasive,
more controlling observing her like this as she started to move her fingers
through her slit.  Zooming in so that he could catch every little detail he
watched spellbound.  She started by stroking her wet finger through her
slit from just below her cunt to above her clit.  After doing this about
half a dozen times she left her pussy alone and moved to her thighs,
brushing the inside of them with the fingers of both hands.  It was so
delicate that it looked like she was barely touching herself.  After a
while the area she was stroking widened to include her groin area, then the
tops of her hips and finally her flat stomach.  As she continued stroking
herself with this feathery touch, every so often she'd shiver and he'd see
goose bumps breakout on her body.

   This went on forever and Richard was about to tell her to hurry up,
thinking she was maybe stalling when, with the index fingers of both hands,
she started playing with the silky blonde hairs on her sparse bush.  It
didn't even look like she was touching her skin, just the hairs on her
mound, her touch was so light.

   He almost missed the next development, thinking at first that the tiny
noises he kept hearing were the bed squeaking, but after the first couple
he realised that it was her, making tiny moaning noises.

   She didn't spend too long playing with her bush, moving her fingers down
along the outside of her pussy lips, stroking them and pushing them
together before she finally pulled them apart completely revealing her
glistening pink inner lips.  Then she was stroking her fingers over her
inner lips, getting them wet with her juices.  The way she was going, this
video was going to provide him with jerk off material for the rest of his
life!

   "Ohhh."

   This time there was no mistaking her moan as she brushed a fingertip
over her clit.  When she'd started touching herself it had been hidden but
at some stage it had appeared, poking out of it's hood like a tiny, smooth,
shiny pearl.  For a while she seemed to concentrate on her clit, just using
one finger that she occasionally dipped into her pussy folds to keep wet as
she continued to softly moan.

   "Ahhh."

   Now the pace was picking up and she slid the index finger of her other
hand inside her cunt and started slowly working it in and out, gradually
increasing speed.  As she worked her fingers in her cunt and over her clit,
he moved the camera slowly up her body.  The muscles on her stomach were
clenching and releasing in counterpoint to her finger fucking.  Her chest
was started to rise and fall drawing instant attention to her firm boobs
with their wonderful hard nipples.  Finally, her mouth and lips were
looking more erotic than he could have ever imagined.  It looked as though
she was chewing on them, first the bottom lip then the top lip and every so
often her tongue would poke out and lick wetly over them.  Shit, this was
awesome.

   "Oh yes."

   He zoomed out so he could get all her body.  She now had two fingers
pistoning inside her while the other hand was brushing back and forth
across her clit so fast it was a blur.  Her hips and whole lower body was
squirming as she obviously moved closer and closer to a climax.  And all on
tape!

   "Ahh.  Yes.  Oh, shit.  Yes.  Ohhhh, god.  Ohh, wow.  Yeah."

   She'd done it.  Masturbated for him till she came.  Fucking amazing! 
Shit he wished he could tell someone about this.  This really deserved to
be shared although he knew that he'd never be able to.  Even watching her
come down from her orgasm was great.  She was holding her pussy with both
hands.  It looked like she still had her fingers inside her and every
twenty seconds or so she tense up, shake and then moan.  Wow.  Maybe she
was having multiple orgasms.

   They weren't multiple orgasms, something Janet was yet to experience,
just the sort of aftershocks she sometimes had after a really good session.
And this had been a good session because she'd basically thought fuck him,
she was going to enjoy this for as long as possible.  And she wasn't even
going to open her eyes till he made her, which of course happened almost as
soon as she thought that.

   "So what are you thinking about when you're getting yourself off?"

   She slowly opened her eyes, not quite sure what he was asking.

   "What master?"

   "When you play with yourself, what do you think about.  You know, like
who do you think about.  I think about you a lot when I jerk off.  Bet you
didn't know that."

   She just stared at him, a thousand thoughts suddenly racing through her
mind.  Normally when she masturbated she fantasized about her boyfriend or
a potential boyfriend or someone famous making love to her.  But this time
she'd unknowingly fantasized about him, the person who'd been raping her.
It had somehow crept up on her as she lay there.  Lay there performing for
him like a slut, a bitch in heat!

   No.  This was wrong.  It was all so wrong, made even more so because
what she'd been thinking about wasn't him raping and hurting her.  She'd
being remembering him caressing her, kissing her and licking her.  She'd
been remembering how amazing his cock had felt inside her, how mind blowing
it had been just a couple of hours ago when he'd brought her to those
orgasms with his tongue.

   "Hello?  Anyone there?  Hello slave?"

   "I've got to go."

   "What?"

   Already she was off the bed, stepping into her skirt and picking up her
top.

   "What the fuck are you doing?  Hey.  What d'you think your fucking
doing?"

   "Going.  Have to go.  Have to ..."

   Before he could stop her she was out the door, pulling her top on, not
even bother to get her shoes.  He followed her, calling after her but she
practically ran down the stairs and out the front door.

   "Come back here.  Come back slave!"

   But she didn't and he stood at his front door, confused and naked,
unable to follow as he watched his slave disappear from his life.

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