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Subject: {ASSM} The Ugly Man by rache (M/ff, NC, Rape, Torture, BDSM, ETC)
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The Ugly Man
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Remember Fiona Apple, "disappeared" in California October 1999

This story contains: M/f, NC, Rape, Torture, BDSM, ETC and is intended
for submissive males only

Synopsis: An Ugly Mean Old Man gets what he deserves.

The Ugly Man
By Uziel

He was an ugly man and she didn't like him.

That he was rich and influential and a so-called pillar of society,
none of that made any difference. Not to Ellen anyway. The girl didn't
see him the same way other people did, all friendly and generous and
smiling for the people who wanted to share in his success. Ellen saw
him waiting for me when she came home from school, sitting in his den,
behind his desk, reading something perhaps, or writing with his
expensive pen on his expensive paper. Or most often, just waiting.

"There she is." He said, the ugly man, and he felt his small heart
stutter because she was so precious to him.

Ellen was all of thirteen and lovely in the way only young girls can
be to men who have lived just long enough to realize they will die
someday. A girl like Ellen, so young and vibrant, with her golden hair
and bright blue eyes, she was an elixir for the ugly man. A fountain
of youth for those long hours when she was his alone, safely locked
away behind the wrought iron gates and brick façade.

How perfect that her parents were dead, a tragedy to be sure, but
perfect nonetheless. The ugly man reflected on that often, as he did
enjoy the irony of life. Much like another man might enjoy a rare wine
or a fine cigar, the ugly man enjoyed ironic fate and like all such
men, he believed himself immune. All men are fools in some way, but it
is the nature of the beast that they are most often blind to it.

That was an irony the ugly man might have enjoyed.

"No, no...None of that." He looked down his hawkish nose.

Ellen paused and only the corners of her sensual lips betrayed her
unhappiness. It was easier for her if the man would let her undress
for him, stripping away her burgundy blazer and thin white blouse,
stepping from her long black skirt. She would most often remove her
bra then, and finally her panties, but always leaving on her socks and
shoes. The ugly man liked those for some reason.

Today he stopped her, however, and that was bad for the girl. Ellen
knew what he would want then and she had little choice but to wait for
it. The girl was thirteen now, ripe with beauty in early bloom, but
she had belonged to the ugly man for a very long time. He had trained
her, you see, broken her perhaps, or at least he thought so.

There was no fire in the girl's eyes hen he stood up slowly. She
didn't scream as she had in the beginning, or try to run, although the
ugly man rather missed that. The sound of her black leather shoes
echoing off the cold marble tiles as she would run through the house
had often stirred his blood. The clomp-clomp-clomping and such, it had
sounded through his cold empty home like a heart beating, fast and
frightened, near and far, calling him to her as he chased the child
slowly.

No longer though and that was too bad. Ellen was broken and the ugly
man wondered sometimes if he shouldn't find a new little girl, a
younger one perhaps, with quick little feet and...

"You little whore!" He was on her suddenly and Ellen tried to defend
herself, as even a well beaten dog will, but not very well and
certainly not vigorously.

The ugly man slapped her face hard and grabbed his precious fountain
by the hair, dragging her to his desk, bending the child over so he
could rape her from behind. He enjoyed that more and more these days,
taking her in the cunt first and later in the ass. Ellen would weep
for him then, if he was brutal enough, if he was violent enough and
cruel enough.

If Ellen wept especially hard the ugly man could sometimes find it in
himself to rape her twice

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Wake up, ugly man." Ellen said, but only because she'd noticed the
man was coming around of his own account.

"Wha...Where am I? What are you doing?" The man was confused and he
struggled weakly.

Someone laughed and it was a pleasant sound, not unlike Ellen's in
fact, but the man had never heard Ellen giggle and so he wouldn't know
that. He turned his head to see a girl, much like his young Ellen, but
smaller perhaps, and darker with raven hair and black eyes. She had
snow white skin, like porcelain perhaps, and the child invited certain
comparisons to oriental dolls by persons who could appreciate such
things.

"Who are you?" The man stared at her.

"Lilith." The girl smirked and she was all of 13 as well, one of
Nabakov's nymphets and quite enamored of Ellen.

"She's my friend and she's run away from home." Ellen smiled.

"What are you talking about?" The man drew a breath and felt his chest
tighten. "Let me loose...What have you done?"

He lifted his head and looked down his body, which had been feeling
rather...Nothing, actually. But the drug was wearing off and he'd become
aware of a cool, pleasant sensation upon his skin, rather like silk,
which in fact it was. The man stared now, down the length of his body
as he lay on the cold hard tiles of his mansion, just there in the
great hall, where the sound of little feet running had echoed so
pleasantly in Ellen's youth.

He was wrapped in long strips of silk, thin and torn from his many
fine sheets and bed spreads. Great lengths of it wrapped tightly
around the man's naked body in thin layers, covering him now from his
feet to his neck. His legs were close together and his long toes
pointed. His arms pressed firmly to his sides, palms flat to his hips.
He was bound as a mummy of old Egypt might have been proud to attest,
in rich hues of lavender and gold and forest green.

He struggled against those bonds but could find no purchase, no gap or
weakness for the two girls had done their work well. Only his penis
and balls remained free of bondage, and his head of course. He beak of
a nose and furrowed brow, the thin lips that curved upward with
malicious pleasure when he contemplated the terribly awful things he
might have to do with Ellen for this little game.

The other one too, for she was a real beauty. Small and lovely,
standing in her school uniform with those leather shoes. Oh, the man
thought, how she would sound running through the corridors of his
mansion, up and down the stairs, running and trying the doors one by
one, pounding and screaming. And he would chase her, this little
whore, this bitch, this Lilith girl. The man would hunt her down with
his aching cock and she was a virgin.

"I can smell you." The man leered at Lilith, licking his lips and
breathing deeply though his nose.

"His thing's hard." Lilith giggled, pointing at the man's ugly penis.

"So?" Ellen shrugged and she was cutting a long strip of silk, easily
twice as long as she.

"You should let me go now, little girls." The man said.

"It's ugly." Lilith decided.

"Let me go and we'll forget about all of this." He promised. "We'll go
shopping, would you like that?"

"It looks like a big bug." Lilith was on her knees, leaning over the
man and staring at his cock.

"A pretty girl like you needs a pretty dress, don't you think?" The
man was speaking softly.

"Squish it." Ellen said and she was smiling.

"Should I?" Lilith wondered.

"Let me go now." The man stared at Lilith and then turned his head the
other way. "Ellen, dear, be a good girl now. Untie me."

"Yeah." Ellen nodded. "Squish it good."

Lilith giggled and stood up slowly, lifting her right leg and pursing
her lips.

"You little fucking whore...Let me up right now!" The man screamed at
Ellen. "Aggghhhh..."

Lilith brought her right foot down hard, the hard leather sole of her
shoe driving onto the man's cock with all the force the small girl
could muster. Beneath her the man was writhing in pain, wriggling like
a worm and helpless in his bonds. His cry of pain echoed loudly,
surprising both of the girls so that they looked at each other for a
moment with open mouths and then burst into happy giggles.

Lilith lifted her foot, turning it as she held out her thin arms for
balance and examined the bottom of her shoe.

"You...Fucking..." The man was coughing and his face was white as he
screamed again, but weaker this time.

Lilith stomped the man's cock again, this time lifting her left foot
off the floor so that she could balance all of her weight on the man's
cock and pelvis, but only for a few seconds before she had to put her
foot back down.

"Let's wrap up his ugly face." Ellen said and Lilith nodded happily,
although she wondered why the man's ugly penis hadn't squished like a
proper bug ought to.

The two girls wrapped the man carefully not so tightly around his neck
of course, as they had no desire to strangle him. That would spoil
everything, but a bit tighter around his face, over and over, giggling
and watching the man's eyes grow large. They were already wet. He'd
been crying, which Ellen found particularly amusing. He struggled, of
course, as best he could, but it was weak and pathetic and by the end
of it all that remained of the ugly man was his mouth and eyes and
just a small bit of space for his nostrils.

He was wrapped now, quite nicely and tightly as well, and the girls
were hungry so they left him there alone, which was a devilishly mean
thing to do. The man couldn't move, not even a finger, although he
could strain his muscles as much as he liked. He could work his legs
as if he might kick, for example, but it did little but remind the man
of his bondage. It is a claustrophobic thing to be bound in such a
way, especially when the sun sets and the house is large and silent
and cold.

He was all alone and trapped and it played upon his mind. Ellen and
her friend, what were they doing? They might not come back. That
seemed unreasonable at first, but they had been gone a long time. So
long that it was impossible to judge once the light had faded through
the windows. The man could hear things now, internal things that he'd
rarely if ever noticed before. The sound of his own heartbeat, for
one, his breathing for another. The tightening of his belly as he'd
gone well past dinner already, he was certain.

And the other things, the weight of all that silk was surprising, how
it seemed to be heavy with the pressure of binding him. The hall was
black now and the weight was made up of the dark, as if the whole
world were crushing down on him. They weren't coming back, Ellen and
the other girl. They were gone away, playing a game or reading a book,
or fallen asleep. And the night was so heavy, pushing against him on
all sides and he felt smaller inside it. His flesh grew tired and
weak, the blood collecting and thickening. His bones felt brittle. His
muscles were taut and exhausted and they began to cramp painfully.

He was screaming finally, threatening and pleading and promising all
manner of good things for good little girls. He screamed until his dry
mouth was cracked and his throat burned and his lungs refused to draw
enough air to continue. He was rasping and bewildered and weeping and
the girls didn't come back, not even to see why he'd stopped all of
that yelling.

That was the worst. Being alone like that. It was the worst thing in
the world and the man would have gladly had his cock stomped a hundred
times if he could see one of them just once, to know that he was
already dead and suffering in hell, for it very much seemed like that
to him.

"Wake up, ugly man." Ellen said and it was bright when he opened his
eyes. "You need to go to the bathroom?"

"What?" He choked and coughed, unsure if he was dreaming or awake.

"I'll kick the pee out of him." Lilith promised and she stomped the
man's cock hard, three times in a row and then twice more until the
screaming man's bladder finally loosed itself.

Urine sprayed out of the man's bruised and tortured penis, wetting his
silken bonds and the cold tiles beneath him. The girl stepped back
quickly with a satisfied smile and she looked at Ellen who was
giggling and naked like her friend. Except for their shoes. They'd
kept those on, at Ellen's insistence because she knew of the ugly
man's fondness for such things.

"I want to stand on him." Ellen said, because she had been considering
what would most please her and now that she was standing there, the
girl had decided.

"Do you want to stomp him?" Lilith asked.

"No." Ellen shook her pretty head. "I just want to stand on him."

Ellen placed her right foot over the man's watery eyes, putting her
weight across the bones of his face surrounding them and then brought
her let foot to stand on the man's mouth, pressing his lips harshly
against his teeth. She stood carefully balanced like that, blinking at
the realization that she was standing on the face of the man who had
done so many terrible things to her.

It made her small pink nipples harden noticeably and her flat pale
tummy quivered. Even her immature sex responded, although the girl
didn't know why or how. She'd never felt good down there in her life,
her sex knew only pain prior to that moment. Ellen looked down at
herself, smiling and confused, feeling a little shy even as her friend
was watching.

"Stand on him." Ellen said in a whisper. "Stand on his thing again,
like yesterday."

"Okay." Lilith bit her bottom lip and giggled. She rather liked
standing on the man's penis.

The girls stood like that, with their arms outstretched for balance,
naked but for their white ankle socks and black leather shoes. They
smiled at each other, watching each other's face, or looking down at
each other's feet. They giggled softly and blushed because it was a
sexual thing suddenly, being naked and standing on the ugly man.

He had taught Ellen all about sex, yes he had. How it was good for one
person, the stronger person, and not the other one. The other person
didn't matter. The other person, the weaker one, was a thing, not a
person at all. You could do whatever you liked with a thing and they
couldn't stop you. That was sex and now Ellen and her friend were
having sex with the ugly man.

"We're going to have a lot of sex, ugly man." Ellen promised him,
bouncing her heels up and down slowly on the man's bound face.

End=======I coulda wrote more, but you get the point.

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