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Glenda 1 [m/f Slavery]
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This story is fantasy. Any resemblence to persons living or
dead is purely coincidental.
Glenda
He carressed her, and smiled as she trembled at
his touch. His hands ran the length of her long lithe
body, stopping to tweak her nipples, then on down
to her pussy where he slid a finger into her
luscious slit. Her pussy was shaved,
(he had shaved it) and he loved the sight of it. She
wiggled, writhed at his touch. He stood back and
looked at her. She was beautiful, tall and thin, blonde
hair and big blue eyes. Her tits were very large
and firm, her pussy full and plump, her clit not quite
peeking out of the folds.
What made her more lovely is the fact that she was
all his. Her hands tied and chained to a rope
in the ceiling, her feet spread wide and tied to the floor.
She was gagged. ALL HIS. They were alone in a large
barn which he had renovated for his needs. It was
basically one very large bedroom/torture chamber. If
you looked around, you would see various whips,
chains, gags, clamps, clips, dildoes, and other
implements of sex and torture. The girl hanging in the
rope was all of 18 years old. He did not care about her,
save that she satisfy his deepest, darkest needs.
He picked up a small whip, and walked over to the girl.
"I am going to whip you now, just to show you that I
can, and will, whip you when the mood strikes me to
do so." He raised the whip and brought it down on her
left breast. She tried to scream through the gag, but
before the scream could escape her throat, he lay the
whip upon her right breast. She writhed and moaned
in the ropes. He raised the whip and brought it down
upon her breast again,
He loved watching her face as the whip raised bright
red welts upon her tits. He was in no way done with
her. He picked up a leather halter and tied it across
her tits. He grabbed her nipples and pulled her tits
through the holes in the front of the halter.
Her tits were now firmly tied, the leather digging into
her tender flesh. He leaned down and sucked her
nipples, nippping and then, biting each one. She
cried as his teeth carressed her tender whipped
nipples. Inspite of her predicament, her nipples
grew long and hard. He chuckled, and put his hand
in her hair. He pulled it as his other hand slid down
her stomach to her pussy. He parted her pussy lips and
began to stroke her clit. She squirmed and writhed,
trying to avoid his probing finger. He dug it into her
cunt, roughly fucking her with it. Then he added
another finger, and still another. She groaned in pain
as his fingers stretched her pussy wide. "You are
mine, and I will have you as I please. You will learn to
please me, or you will be punished." He whispered
to her as he pulled his fingers out of her.
He stood away from her and undressed. His cock
was hard and pulsing. He picked up the whip again,
and carressed her nipples with it. She moaned. He
began to stroke his cock as he raised the whip and
brought it down on the end of her left nipple. Again
and again, the whip carressed her tender, tied tits.
He moaned, and his cock began to swell. She
writhed in her ropes, unable to escape the blow of
the whip. He grinned and lay the whip upon her red,
welted tits. As she tried to scream through her gag,
he shot his cum all over her naked mound. He
relaxed with a sigh, then turned and left. She hung
there her mind in turmoil. She knew she could not
escape, and knew that he would be back. She
wished that if she could not escape, that she could
die. She would not be so lucky.
Several hours passed before he returned. He untied
her feet, and then her arms. Her arms were numb
from being above her head, and when he cut her
down, she could not use them. He led her
to a low chair, and pushed her into it. He tied her
hands behind her back, her legs spread wide.
When she was tied securely, he removed her gag.
As she opened her mouth to scream, he stuffed
something in it. He quickly adjusted the ring gag
before she knew what had happened. Now her
mouth was securely held open, forming a perfect ' O' .
She could make noises, and even scream, but she
could not talk. With her arms behind her back, her
tied tits were thrust forward, presented
for his use. Her hairless pussy, open, vulnerable.
He was naked. He picked up a short, flat leather
strap, and moved to stand before her face. The
low chair she sat on, made her mouth level with
his cock. She stared wide eyed as he began to
stroke it in front of her face. Suddenly, he slapped
her naked cunt with the strap! She exploded
in a scream as the leather found her sensitive
pussy lips and stung them. Again he slapped her
cunt. She writhed and cried in the chair, watched
his cock as it began to pulse in his hand. He put
one hand in her hair and stepped forward. She
turned her head as he pushed his cock to her
ringed lips. He yanked her hair, and pulled her back.
His cock slid into that warm wet hole, and he
moaned. Pulling her hair, he forced her head up and
down on his cock. He wished she could suck
it, but that would be later. He thrust into her mouth,
then down into her throat. She gagged and he
pulled out to let her get some air, then pushed his
throbbing cock down her throat again. He fucked it,
as if it were her cunt. He groaned, thrust harder and
faster. He brought the belt down on her pussy once
again, and when she tried to scream with his cock
buried deep in her throat, the spasms milked his
cock. He shot his load down her throat and into
her stomach. He held her head
on his cock until it was soft, then pulled out and
walked away. He had said not a word. Her throat
hurt like hell, her pussy and nipples were on fire.
"God, what else could he do to her?" she asked
herself. As it turned out, he could, and would do,
alot more.
2
That evening he untied her hands, and cuffed them
in front of her. He released her feet, removed her
gag, and pulled her out of the chair. He led her to
the bathroom where he told her to shower. He
watched as the water cascaded down her skin. She
did not say anything, as her mouth was sore from
being held open. He saw her work her jaw to loosen
it as she soaped her lithe young body.
She washed her hair, and the rest of her body slowly,
carefully, as best she could with her cuffed hands,
trying to remove every scent of him from herself. He
laughed quietly. This was fine with him, she would
have his scent upon her soon enough. He held out
a towel and told her to step into it. She did as he
said and he dried her off. He led her to the other
room where he sat her at a small table and chained
her feet to a ring in the floor. He fixed her some
dinner, and watched as she refused to eat it. He
picked up the whip and lay it on the table and told
her "eat". She chose not to argue, and quietly began
eating. She was hungry, and it did not take long for
her to clean the plate. Then he led her to the bed in
the corner, chained her foot to it, and left her to sleep.
When she awoke the next morning, she did not see
him anywhere. She tried to get the cuff and
chain off of her ankle to no avail. The cuff was metal,
the chain strong and the lock huge. She was not
going to get it off. She lay back in the bed and
wondered why he was doing this to her. Oh she
knew it was sex he wanted, however strange it might
be, but why her? She lay there silently, tears
falling down her cheeks. She curled up and tried to
go back to sleep.
A while later he returned. He smiled at her curled
form as he walked to the bed. He knew she was
awake. He leaned down and drew a collar out of
his pocket. He fastened it on her neck, even
though she struggled against it. He was a big man,
and very strong. She did not stand a chance.
He attatched a length of chain to the collar and
locked it to a ring in the floor. She could now move
about enough to go the the bathroom if she needed to.
He was not worried about her attacking him, as there
was nothing in the room within her reach that she
could use against him. She remained on the bed,
not speaking. He sat at the table and watched her.
Sometime later, she got up and headed for the
bathroom. He grabbed her as she walked by and
pushed her, face down over the table. "I have to
pee !!" she cried out. He laughed and forced her
legs apart.and reached down to her pussy.
Stroking it lightly at first, then harder. Suddenly she
screamed as he pushed 3 fingers all at once into her
pussy, twisted and turned them, opening her hole
wide. She struggled and he held her down firmly,
and began finger fucking her. She cried as his
fingers dug in and out of her. He could feel that her
bladder was full, and he carressed it from inside her
pussy. She moaned and cried as her need to pee
built within her. He knew that most persons could
not pee themselves, a result of 'potty training'. But
he wanted her to pee for him. Wanted it here and
now. To make her pee down her legs and onto the
floor would be a sure way of humiliating her, and
letting her know how much control he really had
over her. He began to put more pressure on her
pussy as he whispered, "do it, pee for me."
She struggled and he leaned down on her to hold her
more firmly. His fingers fucking in and out of her,
pushing against her bladder. "Come on slave, piss
for me !!!" he demanded. She cried all the harder
as he dug his fingers into her more cruely, his thumb
on her clit. She was wildly bucking her ass, trying
to get away from his probing fingers, to relieve the
pressure on her bladder. Then, he felt the beginning
of wetness on his hand. He dug his fingers in deeper
still and then squeezed. He was rewarded with her
cry of shame as she let her piss flow freely onto his
hand and the floor. He held her there until the stream
stopped. Then released her. She covered her face
with her hands and cried. He went to the bathroom,
washed his hands and brought back a mop. He
handed it to her and told her to clean up her mess.
She meekly did as he told her to do. He took the
mop from her and rinsed it out, put it away, and left.
3
When he returned, she was once again on the bed,
curled up and softly crying. He sat on the edge of
the bed and lightly carressed her hair. He spoke to
her. "You see, you really do belong to me, even if
you don't believe so now. I can make you do
ANYTHING I want you to do. And you will do so
without question, eagerly, once you have learned
your lessons." She moaned and shook her head no.
He left her to ponder her predicament, and hoped she
would realize the truth of his words. He went
out for groceries, and other needed things. When he
returned several hours later, she was still on the bed.
He said nothing to her, but went about the room
gathering various lengths of rope. He tied
some of the ropes to rings in the old barn wall, and
threaded two more ropes to rings in the beams of the
ceiling. He went to the girl. She struggled as he put
cuffs on her ankles and hands. He laughed at her
feeble attempt to stop him. He unchained her foot
and dragged her to the wall. There he tied the ropes
to her wrist cuffs. She tried to kick him and he put
his arm across her chest and leaned on her. His
mouth crashed down on hers in a hard, demanding
kiss, taking her breath away. He managed to grab
her legs and pull her off her feet. She hung from the
wall by her wrists. He threaded the ceiling ropes
through the rings on her ankle cuffs, and dropped
her feet.
She did not know what was going on, she screamed
and struggled against the ropes. He began
to pull the ceiling ropes. Her feet came off the floor,
her legs spreading wider and wider as he pulled the
ropes. Finally, she was spread eagle in the air, her
cunt exactly the heighth of his cock. She writhed in
the bonds and he told her, "the more you struggle,
the more you will hurt yourself. You may struggle if
you wish, I rather enjoy the sight, but any harm done
to you, you will have done yourself." As his words
sank in, she stopped struggling. Be damned if she
would give him the pleasure of seeing her struggle!
"YOU SON OF A BITCH" she screamed at him.
The sound of his laughter sent chills up her spine.
"You will pay dearly for that remark my lovely. But,
for the moment, I only desire the use of your cunt."
He stepped between her legs and stroked her pussy.
Then he leaned down and kissed her clit, running his
tongue over and around it. He nibbled her pussy lips,
thrust his tongue into her as far as he could and
fucked her with it. She tasted so sweet, so hot. She
moaned and began to wiggle in the ropes, unable to
resist his hot probing tongue. She was getting wetter,
getting closer to cumming when he suddenly stopped.
He thrust his cock into her dripping pussy making her
cry out as he stretched her open. He stood still and
took her hips in his hands. He pushed her away from
him, then pulled her back, swinging her in the ropes,
forcing her pussy onto his cock. She thrashed in the
ropes, half from fear and pain, half from pleasure.
Back and forth he pushed her, watching as her pussy
impaled itself on his cock. He loved watching it sink
into her, and come out shining with her juices...He felt
her pussy begin to clamp down on his cock. He moved
her faster and faster on his cock, and then when he too
was ready to cum, he thrust forward, as he pulled her
back. She screamed as his cock hit bottom and he
held her there, her pussy squeezing, sucking his cock
until he dumpied his hot cum deep into her pussy. She
writhed and moaned and finally her body went rigid as
she came on his still throbbing cock.
When his cock grew soft, he withdrew. He gently lowered
her feet to the floor, then untied her hands. She collapsed
against him and he carried her to the bed. He lay her down
and fastened her foot to the chain. He stroked her hair and
said, "see, you even like it. You love the way I use your
hot pussy. It makes you cum." She shook her head in
denial, and he chuckled. "Lying to me is not a wise idea
my dear. Your pussy was as hot and wet as any cunt in
heat. When you came, your pussy nearly squeezed my
cock off. Oh yes, you like it my little slave, and soon,
you will not only admit it, you will beg for it."
4
For several days, he let her eat and rest, during which time
he hung a large blanket across one corner of the barn. She
could hear him as he worked and hummed behind the
blanket, but she could see nothing. Wondering what he was
up to she asked, "what are you doing back there?" She
heard him chuckle as he answered, "shall we say it is a sort
of gift for you. One I am sure I will love seeing you have."
He went back to work, and she wondered what he meant.
That evening after she had showered, he sat next to her on
the bed. "Glenda, I want you to unzip my pants, take my
cock out and suck on it. I want you to do it now." Her
eyes were wide as she told him, "NO! I have never done that
and I never will !! " He shook his head, and reached up to
carress her soft lips and said, "so your mouth is virgin eh?
Never tasted a man's cock? It is time you learned to do so.
I will tell you one more time. Take my cock out and suck it
or you will be punished." He never raised his voice, and she
knew he was serious, VERY serious. Tears flowed down
her cheeks as she once again said, "NO !!" Instantly his
hands were in her hair, pulling her to him. His lips found
hers and he crushed her lips with a firey kiss, most
assuredly bruising her soft tender lips. Just as suddenly
he released her.
He arose and went to the nearest wall, where he took a
large wicked looking paddle down. He returned to
her. She tried to scramble away from him, but the chain on
her foot would not let her escape. He grabbed her and
pulled her down over his knee. His other leg, he placed
over hers to help hold her down. He raised the paddle and
told her, "Glenda, you know you must be punished. I want
you to count the strokes of the paddle. I will stop only when
I wish. BUT if you lose count, I will start all over again. Do
you understand?" She struggled and screamed at him, "let
me go damn you!! Don't you dare hit me with that thing !!!"
Her next scream came when he lay the paddle on her tight
tender ass, and said "one".
She was crying and made no reply. Again the paddle found
her ass and he said again, "one". She did not count the
stroke and he once again swatted her and said, "one".
Glenda realized he meant business and through her
tears she cried out "ONE!" He smiled. He gave her
four more whacks and she counted out each and every
one. When she reached five, he pushed
her off his knee to the floor. He looked down at her and said,
"you learn quickly, slave."
He could have forced her to suck his cock as she sat there
on the floor, but decided he was not in the mood to worry
about whether she might decide to take a bite out of him.
He would wait until she was fully trained, then she would
beg to suck his cock and drink his hot cum. He pulled her
up and pushed her face down on the bed. He told her. "lay
there, or you will feel the paddle again!" She did not move.
He stripped his clothes off and used his spit to wet his hard
throbbing cock, and straddled her from behind.
Grabbing her hair in his hand he told her, "since you will
not take my cock into your virgin mouth, you will take it in
your virgin asshole." She began to struggle wildly and he
had to hold her down as she repeatedly screamed, "please,
oh PLEASE NO !! " She was no match for him. He pushed
his cock up to her untried asshole and began to push. She
begged him not to do it, he ignored her cries.
Harder he pushed, and watched as the tip of his cock began
to penetrate her ass. He groaned. Another push, and another
inch of his cock entered her. She cried out in pain as his cock
stretched her tight virgin hole. Another thrust, and half of his
cock was in her, breaking past her spinchter. She cried out
louder, and louder still as with one last hard thrust, he buried
his throbbing cock in her tight ass. He loved watching it
spread her ass wide. loved her squirming under him, knowing
she felt every inch of his hard cock. He began to fuck her,
slowly, and whispered, "oh, what a hot tight asshole, bitch.
I love fucking it. I will have to fuck it often, make you beg me
to fuck it."
With one hand still in her hair, he used the other
to carress and squeeze her ass cheeks. She lay beneath
him, not moving, leaving him to do all the work. This was
not to be. "Come on, move your ass and fuck me, slave!"
He groaned. She did not move. He raised his hand and
swatted her ass. She jerked and he told her, "yes, move
that ass and fuck my cock, or I will slap your ass again.
You will move willingly, or you will move with a spanking,
the choice is yours." She knew he meant it. Gingerly she
began to move her hips, trying to find his rhythm. Her ass
hurt like hell, she could not stop crying, more from the
humiliation then the pain of it all.
She found and matched his rhythm, and he did not
swat her again. He took her hips in his hands and began
to pound into her. "AAARG" she cried out as his cock
began to swell and stretch her asshole wider. Then she
realized, if she moved faster, he would cum faster!! With
that realization, she began to thrust her hips back to meet
his pounding cock. He was in heaven. But he knew why
she had begun to move and that was just fine with him.
There would be other times when he would show her he
knew the game. Right now, he groaned and held her ass
on his cock and pumped her belly full of his hot cum..
ShadowMist
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