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Elizabeth 1 (different from ELIZBETH.TXT)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
ELIZABETH
by His Lordship
Elizabeth read the note one more time:
" Come to my apartment at 7pm tonight. Wear high heeled shoes, a
short
skirt and a blouse that unbuttons. Don't wear any underwear and shave
your pussy. "
It was six o'clock now. She shrugged her shoulders, went into the bathroom
and
undressed. In the tub, as she was soaping her pussy and carefully removing
her curly bush with a disposable razor, she remembered how this had started.
A
week ago she had gone to her mathematics professor, Dr. Anderson, to ask for
a
higher grade. Her father had promised to buy her a new car if she could get
straight "A"s all this year. She has worked hard, but had only been able to
come up with a "C" in the required mathematics course. Her fingers started
playing with her pussy as she remembered the interview. She has dressed in a
sexy outfit - tight cut-offs and a tube top - and had pleaded and pouted, and
begged, and finally offered her slim young body in exchange for the final "A"
she needed. She was attracted to Dr. Anderson, anyway. He had a trim beard,
curly brown hair, blue eye and an English accent. Apart from the accent he
reminded her of her father. Her were fingers buried deep in her newly bare
cunt now, and her other hand was playing with her clit, as she remembered how
she had licked her lips and slowly pulled down her tube top in front of him,
exposing her (she frowned slightly) small breasts. She had told him how she
would love to get down on her knees under his desk, and suck his cock there
and then, knowing he would be unable to resist.
At this point her imagination drifted away from reality, as she imagined him
fucking her across her desk, his rampant cock bringing her to orgasm after
orgasm after orgasm, each one stronger than the last, and then giving her an
"A+" for his course, in shell shocked gratitude. As she imagined this, her
busy fingers brought her the satisfaction that had been denied her then. The
professor had merely pointed out to her that she could be dismissed from the
university for making the offer she had just made, and had ordered her out of
the office almost in tears. A few moments later he had called her back,
played
back the tape recording he had made of the conversation and threatened to
send
a copy to her parents unless she did as he told her. In fear of what her
father would do to her (and especially her allowance) if he heard her acting
like a whore, she had quickly agreed. Earlier today she had got the note. It
was unsigned, but she had known who it was from.
She rinsed the soap off her body, climbed out of the bath and towelled
herself
dry. She combed out her long straight blonde hair, and tried it in a pony
tail, then a bun, then decided to leave it down. She dressed in her shortest
mini skirt, which barely covered her ass, high heels, and a low cut top which
buttoned down the front. 'Stockings?' she wondered. No, it was too hot out.
She
looked at herself in a mirror. 'Just like a hooker!' she though, almost
approvingly. 'I might just get that "A" after all. Better not be seen out on
the street like this though, one gust of wind would show my fanny to all the
world.' It was already after seven when she called for a taxi.
* * *
'You're half an hour late, you little slut.' Dr. Anderson did not give her
the
welcome she expected. 'Get your ass in here.' She started to make excuses
about the taxi, but the professor did not want to hear. 'Shut your mouth, you
silly little bitch. You're going to have to learn to do everything I tell
you,
and do it right. If you say one more word I'm going to gag you.
'But, professor.....' That was all she had time to say before the professor
grabbed her, turned her around and strapped a rubber ball gag into her mouth.
She was still coming to terms with the shock of this, when her wrists were
grabbed, and handcuffed together behind her back. He turned her to face him,
and ripped her blouse open, losing several buttons in the process. 'My God,'
she thought, 'what kind of pervert is he?'
As if to answer her question, he went on to describe the experiences in store
for that evening, while pulling and pinching her nipples. 'First, I'm going
to
give you a good caning on the ass, to punish you for being so late. Then
you're going to pose for some sexy videos, so I have something really hot to
send to your rich daddy-o if you get difficult. Next, we're going to see just
how uncomfortably we can tie you up with a few ropes and a little
imagination.
While you're still tied up I'm going to fuck you in your pussy, your ass and
your mouth. Have you ever been butt fucked? No? I'm really going to enjoy
that. Finally we have a special little treat for you, but I think that should
be a surprize.' He pointed to the corner of the room. 'Bring me that cane,
slut.'
Elizabeth thought for a moment. This evening was not going to be nearly as
enjoyable as she had hoped. She looked at the cane and thought about her
father's money. The cane did not look very thick. 'How bad can it be?' she
thought, and fetched the cane - with some difficulty because of the
handcuffs.
The professor indicated where she should stand, and ordered her to bend over.
The bottom of her buttocks were now exposed by the short skirt. 'Pull up your
skirt,' he ordered, and she obediently pulled up the back of her skirt and
tucked it in the waist band. 'Legs apart!' She spread her legs, aware that
her
shaved pussy was now on display. 'Wider!' She spread her legs till it almost
hurt, and hoped he was enjoying the view. She moaned suddenly as one of his
fingers slid into her pussy, and she realized with a shock just how turned on
she was getting. Her juices were almost running down her leg. He did not give
her any satisfaction. In a moment her wrists were fastened to a chain which
was hooked to a planter hook in the ceiling, and her ankles were were also in
locking cuffs, but these fastened to the ends of a long bar. Her legs were
forced even wider apart for this. 'You're going to get thirty strokes,' he
said, 'on your cute little ass. After that you get a choice - you can agree
to
be my sex slave until you graduate, or you can take another thirty strokes,
but this time across your tits. Well, here we go.'
She flinched as the cane whipped past her upturned ass, but the stroke did
not
connect. 'The bastard!' she thought, 'he's playing with me.' The second and
third strokes did not make contact either, and she was beginning to think
that
the whole thing was a game, but suddenly the cane bit into her bottom, and
she
felt a line of fire across her cheeks. 'Oh, that's BAD!' she thought, 'I've
got to tell him to stop.' She started wriggling, moaning and pleading through
her gag, as the cane striped her buttocks again and again. By the tenth
stroke
she realized that he was rather enjoying the wriggling, but otherwise paying
no attention to her pleas, and she started to cry tears of pain and
frustration.
After twelve strokes, he paused to cut her clothing off her body with
scissors, then got himself a drink and sat in an armchair admiring her
youthful curves displayed in bondage, until her sobs had subsided to quiet
snuffling. The next twelve strokes were delivered very slowly, with pauses to
fondle her body. She was still desperately turned on, and each time his
fingers caressed he clit she would almost come, but he seemed to know this,
and would recall her from the brink of orgasm with another slashing cut
across
her tender bottom.
He paused again, and fetched something that looked to her like clip on
earrings. He started playing with her delicate breasts, teasing her nipples
into erection, and she realized with a shock what he intended to do. The
devices were clipped onto her nipples, and small bells dangled down from,
that
tinkled as her breasts moved. The clips hurt, but not nearly as much as her
tormented butt.
The last six strokes were the worst. These were as slow as the previous set,
but without the delightful fondling to relieve them, each one was harder than
the last, and they covered the back of her thighs as well as her resilient
ass. She was sure he had lost count, and would go on spanking her for ever.
The last one was a vicious uppercut, that left a welt on her inner thigh only
inches from her newly shaved pussy.
He waited until she had stopped crying again, then removed her gag. "Want any
more?' he asked. 'Across the tits this time?'
'No, no, please, I beg you, no, no more.'
'Beg to be my sex slave then. Call me Master.'
'Please, oh, please, Master, let me be your sex slave, but don't punish me
any
more. I'll do anything you want, anything at all. Please Master, I beg you!'
'You agree to do anything I want with anyone I want until you graduate in two
years?'
'Yes Master.'
* * *
The next few hours were a blur for Elizabeth. She remembered the first orgasm
her new Master had allowed her, still tied bent over, but with his whole hand
thrust into her tender pussy, but after that, it was hard to keep track. Has
she masturbated with the big black dildo in front of video camera before or
after he had come in her throat? How many times had she come as he had taken
her doggy fashion with the vibrating butt plug quivering in her asshole? Had
she really begged to lick his cock clean after he had come up her virgin rear
passage? How long had he left her left her ankles and wrists tied to her
slave
collar, and the ice cubes in her splayed pussy. She felt that her cunt was
almost frozen together before he had finally warmed her with his hot cock.
She
finally fell asleep, sore and exhausted, tied spread eagled on his bed.
* * *
She was awakened by being almost smothered by warm fragrant flesh. She tried
to push the offender away, and discovered with panic that she could not move.
The events of the past few hours came back to her in a rush, and she opened
her eyes expecting to see her Master's body, but to her shock there was
another shaved pussy right above her mouth. She shook her head, but heard the
professor's voice, 'Suck her, bitch, I want to see you eat her out.' Still
she
refused, when suddenly she heard a familiar swish, and felt the cane leave a
stinging welt on her thigh. At once her mouth was open and her tongue was
reaching for the other girl's pussy. The girl settled her ass down on
Elizabeth's face, and begin to squirm with obvious enjoyment.
This was the first time Elizabeth had ever had sex with a woman, and she felt
very humiliated to be forced into it in this way, but more than that she felt
very jealous. Her Master had another slave girl! She had probably been
entrapped in the same way, Elizabeth though, and wondered how many coeds over
the years had fallen prey to that hidden tape recorder.
The other girl was moaning now, and Elizabeth could taste the musky taste of
her pussy juices flowing freely. Suddenly she leaned forward and started
licking Elizabeth's pussy. Life wasn't all bad, thought Elizabeth. Then her
Master mounted the girl on top, and entered her pussy from behind. Without
being told, Elizabeth licked his balls, and his cock as it slid in and out of
her rival's pussy. He came almost at once, and Elizabeth had the dubious
pleasure or tasting her Master's cum dripping out of another girl's pussy as
the two slaves worked each other to a furious joint orgasm.
* * *
The other slave turned out to be a plain looking redhead called Cindy, who
was
in her final year at the university, and had been the professor's sex slave
for the past two years. Elizabeth noticed with shocked horror that she wore
gold rings in both of her nipples. As the newest slave girl, Elizabeth was
the
lowest on the totem pole, and she had to spend the rest of the night hot tied
naked on the floor, while her master and Cindy used the bed. In the morning
she fetched them both breakfast in bed, and then she noticed Cindy whispering
in her Master's ear (and licking it a little, too).
'Cindy would like to really put you in your place,' he said. 'She wants to
use
your tongue for toilet paper. I going to let her, but I'm going to butt fuck
her first, so you'll really have something to clean up.' Cindy grinned,
rolled
over on to her belly, and placed a pillow under her middle, so that her
bottom
was offered for penetration. She reached behind with her hands and spread her
cheeks, while the professor fetched a tube of lubricant.
'Her ass isn't as nice as mine,' thought Elizabeth, as she watched her Master
working his rigid cock into the proffered passageway. With Cindy squirming
beneath him, and begging for him to come up her asshole, it was not long
before the professor spent inside her. Cindy quickly excused herself and made
for the bathroom, pulling Elizabeth behind her by the hair.
After Cindy has emptied her bowel, she made Elizabeth kneel behind her and
lick her anus clean. Poor Elizabeth felt sick and revolted, but her master
was
watching with that cane in his hands, so she forced herself to go on with the
distasteful task. 'Next time,' Cindy told her with a wicked grin, 'I'm going
to piss in your mouth.'
* * *
Cindy left for lectures, but the professor has one humiliation left for
Elizabeth. He placed a silver collar with the word "SLUT" engraved on it
around her neck, and locked it in place with a tiny padlock. 'That will mark
you as my slave for a while,' he said, pocketing the key. 'Next week I'll put
rings through your nipples, just like Cindy, and maybe your pussy lips as
well.' She started to protest, but he silenced her a warning slap on the ass.
'If you're a very good little girl, maybe I'll let you take your revenge on
Cindy. Now suck my cock one more time....'
His Lordship
Sorry, I lied about the barbershop quartets.
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