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My Second Slave
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I took a bit more time in selecting the next woman to be the recipient
of my tortuous lusts. I decided I had to have someone just right.
Jamie, the teenage cunt I had just tortured to death, had not lasted as
long as I had hoped she would. This time, IÕd go slower. Introduce
only a little pain and humiliation at a time. But if I were to be so
painstaking in punishing this bitch, IÕd have to choose her carefully,
lest I get bored with my prize. The woman would have to have a
great body; sheÕd also have to be much more resilient, both
physically and mentally, than Jamie was. For this reason, I knew
that I was looking for an adult, say 25-35, this time.
I spent weeks in the neighborhoods around my home, looking for
the perfect woman. As none were forthcoming, and I was beginning
to realize that local girls caused a stir when they came up missing, I
turned my attentions elsewhere.
Now, there are many places in the world to find beautiful women.
But no one place quite so much as Sweden though. (I would have
chosen Germany, but for some doubts I had concerning its
population density. I wanted my search to be relaxing, not taxing).
Speaking Swedish helped make that decision for me.
Preparations took longer than I expected. I had to charter a private
plane, from a person who would not ask questions about my return
cargo. Such people are hard to find, but money connects well.
However, it was still three long weeks before I departed. Easing the
pressure off my cock was important. The evening before I left, I
decided, for several reasons, to go have a little fun.
...
I found her at a bar. She was nice. Real nice. Twentyish, she had a
nice, tanned body and ghostly grey eyes framed by auburn hair
moussed up in a series of waves. The tight blouse she wore
silhouetted her obviously ample breasts, and her jeans fit well over
her ass. She was a swinger, and looking for a good time. You
know, IÕve always thought bitches shouldnÕt have a good time, and
IÕd soon teach this one that lesson.
By the time I saw her, and made my way up to the bar next to her,
she had more than a little to drink. She was an outgoing woman,
and the alcohol loosened her tongue, as well as her morals. Either
that, or she was used to going home with strange guys, as she took
my much too sloppy bait, asking her if she needed a ride home.
She said yes, stupid bitch.
I drove her out onto some flat pasture land. She was becoming
sober, and grew suspicious. I told her it was a shortcut.
When I stopped the car, and told her to get out, she refused. The
sight of a gun appearing in my hand must have sobered her up, for
as she slowly got out of the car and walked into the field, her gate
was steady, and alluring. I wanted to see her walk naked.
"Stop," I said.
Her back to me, she did so.
"Take off your pants, panties and shoes."
When she was nothing but still, I told her to do it, or IÕd kill her.
"But its cold and wet out here," she complained. For such a nice
body, she had a squeaky voice.
"I donÕt care. Do it,"
She did. Slowly. Fearfully. First, she took off her low-heeled
shoes, freeing her nicely shaped feet. Now, I'm not a foot guy, but
her feet were nice and narrow, like fine steak. Her toes were small
and rounded. Next came her jeans. They slid slowly off her ass,
revealing white panties, then down past her creamy, shapely thighs;
hesitantly bunching below her calves at the ankles.
She paused, so I prompted her, "Now your panties. I wanna see
your ass."
Her white pantied came down slowly from her thin waiste. The
sight of her ass caused by prick to swell up and bulge against my
pants. They slid down her legs. She bent over at the waiste to get
them off, and I had a great shot of her pink pussy. But she paused
before pulling them all the way off.
"Take them off!" I yelled. She slid her delicately arched feet out of
her panties. They lay scrunched up beneath her feet. Now from the
waist down she was bare to me, and I took out my Polaroid and
snapped a few shots of her naked ass and long tan legs. "Good.
Now walk!"
She stumbled away from her discarded clothes and took mincing
steps onward, further into the empty pasture. "No, bitch," I snarled,
"Walk! Take long strides!" She did so. I saw her bare ass wiggle as
she moved, her legs sweeping over the ground, her bare feet getting
dirty on the bare soil. I took some more Polaroids. She was starting
to whimper now, small sounds that barely escaped her chest. "What
are you going to do with me?" She asked in a timid voice.
"I'm gonna rape you, cunt. Stop. Good. Now turn around," She
did, and I gazed into her face, her eyes wide with fear, brimming
with tears. "Please don't do this..."
I snapped some more pictures, then put the camera aside. "Take off
your shirt."
I had to slap her when she didn't comply. Then her slow, shaking
hands undid the collar buttons, and she took it off, sliding it over
her head like it was the last time she'd ever where clothes.
When it was off, I took it from her and tossed it away. Her breasts
were ample, as promised, and firm. They looked like plump, juicy
melons. She tried to cover her nudity with her arms, but I shooed
them away. She was being very submissive now, not resisting at
all. Damn. I thought this'd be more fun.
"All right, Candy," for that was her name, "I'm gonna fuck you
now. I'm gonna fuck your mouth, and your delicious pussy, and
your asshole. And I want you to beg for it..."
The buck naked woman looked at me in terror. "No," she mouthed,
but I reached out, grabbed the back of her auburn hair, and tugged
fiercely. Her head came back with a snapping sound. I got my face
real close to hers, and said, "Your gonna beg me to rape you, are
I'm gonna kill you. Do you understand?" She nodded mutely.
"Good. Then get down on your knees and beg."
I shoved her head down, and her body collapsed around it, so she
was off-balance, on her knees at my feet. Tears covered her eyes as
her choked voice said. "Fuck me, please." She looked at me
reluctantly.
"Not enough, bitch. Repeat it till you convince me." I was enjoying
myself now. I hoped this little fuck-toy I'd snagged knew what an
honor it was being raped by a pro like me.
Candy repeated that phrase, "Fuck me," over and over. She sensed
that it wasn't working, so with a cracking voice, she added, "Please
rape me. Stick your cock into me. Make me yell and beg but please
rape me *sob*," Tears choked off the rest of what she was going to
say.
I looked down at her. She was quite a sight. Nice tan body
highlighted by the full moon, quivering slightly from fear. Her ripe
melon breasts swayed a little with her trembling, and her flat nipples
were all pale. Somehow, that last part annoyed me.
"OK," I sneered at her, "You've convinced me. I'll do you a favor
and rape you," Her eyes held an equal amount of terror as my smile
held sarcasm. "Stretch out on the ground. Spread your arms. Spread
you legs ... no, wider, I want a good look at your pussy. Now,
don't you dare move, or ..." I waved my gun at her meaningfully.
"No, open your eyes. I want to stare into them as I rape you,"
She was quite a sight, laid out on the bare ground, buck naked. The
position of her arms and legs made her look like a big X. Her
breasts bunched up on her chest, like two mounds of perfectly
smooth jello. Her pussy was a slit into her body, pink, not hairy,
but surrounded by light brown hair.
Watching her carefully, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid off my
pants. My cock was throbbing. The bright blue vein at its edge
pulsed with excitement. Pre-cum started to shove its way through
the slit. My balls hung low, hot in the night air, and they throbbed. I
rubbed them a little as I contemplated what to do next. After all, I
had all the time in the world. Candy wasn't going anywhere.
I decided Candy's flat, pale tits needed to be worked first. I stood
over her, then knelt down above her belly, so that my balls brushed
her belly-button. My fuck-toy moaned and turned her head
sideways. An evil thought brushed my mind, "Candy darling," I
cooed in mock affection, "why don't you hum something to keep
you busy. How bout ... 'All I Want for Christmas'. And don't stop
until I tell you to."
Off key, broken humming escaped Candy's throat through her
sobs. Candy was a good girl. Although she interrupted the melody
with her screams a few times that night, and needed to be reminded
a couple of times, she hummed all the while I used her body for my
pleasure. In retrospect, I think she would have made a good slave.
But c'est la vie.
As she hummed, I moved my hands in position to cup her breasts.
They were as smooth as silk. I hunched down over them and stuck
out my tongue. Gently at first, I slid its moistness over the rough
surface of her nipple. She moaned once, but when I moved my hand
and encircled her neck (which was also smooth), she continued
humming. The words to "All I Want For Christmas" started dancing
in my head. "Candy," I whispered, "I'm gonna give you your
Christmas early."
After licking her nipples so that they were erect ("Now, that's much
better!"), I slid my body down hers. My cock made its sticky way
past her belly till it rested on her pubic region.
The head of my cock throbbed as it edged against the slit of her
cunt. Balancing on one hand, I used the other to turn CandyÕs face
upward, so that I could look into it as I invaded her body. "Open
your eyes," I whispered nastily, and she did. Their grey was hazy
with tears. Holding her chin firmly, my face mere inches from hers,
I moved my aching cock into her cunt.
Her tunnel was dry and tight. The heat of her trembling body
flowed through the head of my cock as it slid into her slit. Candy
made a gasping sound, but I shoved her jaw upwards, so all she
could do was gargle. (She gargled so prettily too. I wished I had
gotten that sound on tape. Sometimes at night, if IÕm not listening to
other tapes or some poor wretched girl screaming, I hear that gargle,
and my cock becomes so hard, I can hardly stand it).
The shaft of my penis now forced its way into her. Pressing her
head against the ground, enjoying the painful expression on her
gargling face ("Hum, bitch!"), I started thrusting, building up a
rhythm, feeling CandyÕs slick body move in tempo with mine. I had
to take my hand from her face to keep my balance as my thrusting
became violent. With her jaw free, Candy started to scream. I let
her, enjoying the music she made. No-one was around to hear.
I concentrated on feeling the loose flesh on the sides of my cock
slide up and down as I pounded into her. She was squeezing her
cunt tight against my cock. That must have made it more painful for
her. Obviously, the girl had been fucked before, but not often, and
not hard. I let my concentration wander to my balls, which slapped
against her asshole with each thrust. She tried to move her right
arm, but, in time with my intense strokes, I lifted a first and
pounded it into her arm. It went limp again.
Eventually, Candy stopped screaming and produced only moans, a
mixture of pleasure and pain. Mostly pain, I hoped. I started to slow
my stroke. Her tunnel was getting ripped by my cock. I could feel
my member rub the sides of her pussy tunnel raw. Soon, I was
going to cum, but it was far too soon yet. I wanted more.
When I pulled out of her, and stood up, my cock glistening with
her bodies stolen juices, the little bitch tried to curl up. I kicked her
in the gut, but had to bend over to forcefully pry her limbs apart
again.
"No," she whimpered, "Please, I canÕt take anymore..." Drool
escaped form the corner of her mouth. I picked it up on my
forefinger and tasted it. It was sweet. I looked down at my hard on.
If anything, it was bigger than before, and quivering with energy. I
was just getting started.
"But I thought you said you wanted me to rape you!?" I said with
mock confusion. She whimpered. "Yes, you said that all right,
downright begged me to. So I'm gonna fulfill your wishes. Aren't
you a lucky girl?"
I kneeled down next to her and started to feel up her body. It was
soaked in sweat. Apparently, I'd fucked her harder and longer than I
thought. I stroked her with the tips of my finger nails, up one side
of her body, down the other. Then I encircled her breasts, and
lingered on her still-erect tits. She moaned like the whore she was
while I did all this to her. "There, see?" I said, "I know you want
more. Your body's asking for it."
I knelt over her belly again, like I had before, and put the palms of
my hands on her breasts. I started pushing. They flattened nicely,
and the pressure of her tits against my hand was exquisite. Candy
groaned. I let them up, then repeated the process. I must have lost
myself in the exercise. What seemed a long time later, I finally stood
up. Cum was slowly oozing from the tip of my cock, and I waited
till it resided. I rubbed the stuff that had escaped on Candy's
whimpering face. The white highlighted her tan. I slapped Candy's
cheeks til they were beet red. My hands made nice painful sounds
against the soft of her flesh. Now my fuck-toy's face was red and
white and tan. Real pretty.
After a bit of stretching and walking around (after all, I was getting
tired!), I knelt by her head again. Using one hand's fingers to kneed
her breasts (I can't emphasize enough how nice they were,
especially now with the red marks they were getting), I told Candy
about the next step in tonight's entertainment. Though to be honest,
I was feeling philosophical.
"Candy, I'm sure society has taught you what love is. Well,
society's wrong. There's no such thing as love. Only pleasure and
pain. Darwin was right - the strong survive. And since I'm strong,
and your weak, it has to be my pleasure, and your pain."
Fallacious logic, to be sure, but why waste anything better on a
woman, especially one you were fucking?
"With that in mind, I brought you out here to rape you.
Unfortunately, I'm a hard man to satisfy. Your not a very good
lover, though you do have an exquisite body," I squeezed one of her
tits hard to emphasize the point. Her grunt told me she was
listening.
"So, Candy, without further ado, I'm going to fuck you again. But
since I've already used your pussy, I'll have to use another hole
instead.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
She didn't answer, but started rocking her head back and forth,
going, "No, no, please..."
"Oh, Candy, don't degrade yourself. You know by now begging
won't work with me,"
I stood up. My cock swelled again. It pulsed and I almost orgasmed
standing there. I stroked it a little to ease the tension.
"Now, Candy my little slut, IÕm going to let you move. Roll onto
your stomach. ThatÕs a good girl. You know, you have nice firm
ass cheeks. Now pull your knees underneath you and spread them
apart a little. No, wider. Good girl. Stop that whimpering! And who
told you to support yourself with your arms? Move them back. No,
you arenÕt going to have any support. Reach back behind you and
spread your cheeks apart so I can get a good shot into your
asshole."
When Candy didn't do that, I smacked her pert behind with my
open hand. "Noooo..." she begged, but I kept on spanking her until
she timidly reached back and spread her ass-cheeks apart. I stood
there, feeling proud and horny, my cock erect as all hell, gazing
down at the little nether hole she revealed. I mean, this thing was
tiny! It must have hurt her to take a shit. I don't think I've seen a
smaller asshole yet. Even that teenage cunt Jamie had a wider one.
I knelt behind her and, shoving her head more firmly into the dirt
with one hand right between her shoulder blades, I placed my
vertical cock between her cheeks, enjoying the sensations of her
heat. "Candy, you have the smallest asshole I've ever seen. It's
going to be a great pleasure to rip it open with my cock. And it's
going to hurt you like hell. Now, continue humming while I rape
your asshole," Her off-key melody started again, tinged with fear
and pain.
Moving back slightly, I pushed my cock down with my other hand
so that its purple tip came into contact with her asshole. To my
surprise, her anal hole started to quiver and drip shit. I laughed. It
was the most hilarious thing I'd ever thought of. My little sex-toy,
raped and abused, naked, face-down in the dirt, my cock about
ready to rip her insides to shreds, and she had to take a shit!
Candy's crying acted as counter-point to my laughter. "At least," I
joked, "It'll lubricate it a little!"
"Please..." she begged, choking on tears. I love it when women
beg. Makes me harder. Makes me want to hurt them more.
With great deliberation, I started moving my penis forward, into her
quivering asshole. But it wouldn't go in! The hole was so damn
small, my cock wouldn't fit in. Even after quite a while of pressure
against it, it wouldn't budge.
I sat back and thought. No two ways about it, I was gonna fuck
this bitch in the shitter. I took it as a personal challenge. Well, I
thought, I've tried to be gentle...
I took my hand off Candy's shoulders. "Don't you dare move up,
cunt," I spread her ass cheeks wider with the palms of my hands,
and turned my fingers in to work her dribbling asshole. I slid one
finger in. Candy's asshole sucked it in with a fart. Candy grunted
"Aaarrgghh!!!" I replied, "Wait. It gets better,"
With one finger firmly in, I preceded to try to put in another. Her
asshole wouldn't budge any further for a while, but then I got an
idea and twisted the finger already in sideways. A moments
pressure, then a bit of the crinkly skin on her asshole tore and my
other finger just slid in. Candy was making the most beautiful
sound. Sort of a cross of a moan and a squeal. I could tell she was
in great pain, and I knew I could make it worse for her. I had to.
This little bitch didn't know what real pain was.
I waited a while, just enjoying the music Candy made, then pulled
my fingers apart. Her asshole widened and distended. Even so, now
it was just wide enough to force my aching cock head into. Once I
got it in, I removed my fingers and the walls of her anus closed
about the head of my prick like a vice. Taking firm hold of her
thighs, I started to work my cock in. Her anus slurped and sucked
and clenched, but I made my inexorable way deeper into her. It took
time. Half way in, I paused, just to get a look. Candy's face was
bunched up in pain. She looked like she was taking the worst shit of
her life. Her matted hair clung to her tear-streaked face. The sound
escaping her lips was almost to high to hear. I reached under her and
kneaded on of her breasts. I called her slut, whore, cunt. I told her
she was enjoying this and to stop whining. Her anus gripped my
cock like a vice, and I smiled. Surely, this was as close to heaven as
I'd ever get. I held there a long while, on and off squeezing her tits.
Before she could stop moaning, though, I continued my journey.
I watched as my prick slid bit by bit deeper into her asshole. It
looked as if she were growing from my cock. Finally, after what
seemed like ages, I was into her to the hilt. My balls pressed against
her. My cock had disappeared inside my abused sex-toy's asshole. I
could feel her bowels moving, trying to dislodge this unwelcome
penetration. It felt so good. Again, I waited a while. I told Candy to
tell me she loved me. She gasped out something unintelligible, so I
squeezed a tit hard and told her to say it slowly. "Iiii-eeee looovee
yyyoouuu ... ahhhhhh," she managed.
I moved my cock back. Very slowly. Making sure I felt every inch
of the way. She gasped and moaned and I enjoyed it all. Finally, my
shit covered cock came out with a pop. I heaved a sigh and sat
down. Damn, but this was getting to be tiring. I took to alternately
kneading her buttocks, slapping them, and shoving one or more
fingers into her two holes. I made a game of it. I got her to tell me
she loved me, and what I was doing to her. I varied the dialogue as I
did different things.
I had a nice view of her from where I was sitting. Any man who
hasn't seen a woman from this position hasn't seen a woman. If I
raised my head, I could look into her haggard face .. study her
pained eyes, her tearful expression. Her rear was raised right level
with my head, and I could make out the 'Y' of her pussy in the
moonlight. I had fucked it so hard it was black and blue. Her
asshole had really distended and was still leaking shit. Her beautiful
calves and thighs supported her.
She tried to move from this position once. But one good smack on
the side of her head had her thinking different. Being tired, I let it go
on like this a long time. I was in no hurry. Candy wasn't going
anywhere. My fingers prodded the inside of her cunt, fingered her
tortured clit, then journeyed up and one by one went into her ass.
I'd keep them there, or rotate them, or pull them back and forth. I
had to get it ready. Although I had put my cock in it, I still hadn't
fucked it yet.
Eventually, I got up. I positioned my cock again. Candy, who I had
thought had lost all will long ago, begged me not to do it again. She
said it was the most painful thing she'd ever felt. I smiled, and told
her "Good."
My cock sank into her asshole a little more easily this time. As if on
cue, she started whining again. I sank into her once, pulled out
again; in, out; slowly, getting the feel of it. Then, I decided no more
games. I was gonna make this cunt scream.
I pulled almost all the way out, then with a huge grunt shafted into
her as fast as I could. Oh, she wailed beautifully, and kept wailing,
and I shafted as quick as I could in her anus. She lost all control and
shot shit out around my thrusting cock. I could feel the skin of her
anus tear. The blood made the journey easier, and sped up my
strokes. I kept this up as long as I could. Candy caterwauled, I
pistoned, my cock pulsed, her anus tore. My balls slapped in a hard
rhythm. I tried to exceed the violence with which I'd fucked her
cunt. Faster and faster I slammed my cock home, yelling obscenities
at her with each thrust. I pulled out just in time to not cum. Candy
collapsed on the ground and curled up into a little ball. Shit and
blood drained from her butt, piling up on the ground. I held still till
the feelings subsided. I looked at my cock. It was covered with shit.
I went over to Candy and started to stroke her. Not gently, like
before, but hard and fast. She tried to shy away from my touch but I
held her back. She curled up even tighter, and I pulled her onto my
lap. "Now, Candy," I said, "We're almost done. Isn't that good?"
Only a gargling escaped her throat, so I continued. "Only one thing
left to do. Your gonna clean me up. With your tongue!" I laughed,
enjoying the violent quivers that spasmed her tan and abused body.
"OK," I said, "I've got all night. I'll wait until your up for it."
I got up and walked around a bit, keeping an eye on my fuck-toy.
Not that she was going anywhere, but the sight of her, all helpless
and battered, curled up like that, kept me hard. When she started to
stir again, I moved back. She didn't even resist as I forcefully
straitened her luscious body out. "Ready to continue?" I asked. She
moaned. I took that as an emphatic yes.
I put Candy on her knees and stood up. My bulging, shit-covered
member was just at the right height. She tried to turn her head, so I
grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted it back to its proper
position. She adverted her eyes. "Now, Candy, for the last part of
tonight's entertainment, your gonna suck me till I cum. And no
teeth. Do you understand?" I made her head nod. Enjoying the
power, I asked some more questions.
"Do you love me?" I nodded her limp head.
"Do you want to suck my cock?" She tried to say no, but her head
nodded anyway.
"Do you like the taste of your own shit?" A more violent nod.
After a while of this, I got bored, I moved my cock closer to her
face. Grabbing another fistful of hair, I maneuvered her head so that
her moaning lips were right above my cock. "Suck!" I ordered. She
opened her mouth just a little, and I slammed my prize home. Her
eyes widened as the taste of shit and cock rammed in. She tried to
pull back, but I slammed her forward. I fucked her face with a
vengeance. Soon, her lips were covered with shit. On one stroke, I
slammed her nose too hard, and it broke. Blood oozed out. I
laughed and slammed into her harder.
I rammed my cock deep into her throat, and held it there. My cock
disapeared into her face. God made women just right for deep-
throating. She started gagging on my cock. Her face changed
colors. Her choking massaged my cock and brought up my cum.
Timing it so she wouldn't faint, I pulled out of her, and cummed all
over her face.
God, I had a lot of cum! The first ball of sticky whiteness landed
with a solid plop in one of her eyes. Then, with a spasm, I shot out
a long stream. I made sure to coat her nice lips. Pause, and then
another gigantic upwelling. Feeling like a little humorous, I shoved
the tip of my cock into one of her nostrils, and the blast went into
her nose. She coughed and it spewed from her mouth. I still had
dribbling cum left, so I lathered up her cheeks and ears with my
love-juice.
Then, it was over. I had no more cum. Candy had all of it. I sighed
with satisfaction and pleasure. Candy's face was a mask of blood
and cum.
She tried to move her hands, get the cum off, but I grabbed them
and pulled them up tight. She gagged and barfed all over herself.
Again, I called her bitch and whore and slut, and waited for it all to
dry. When eventually it did, I let her go. She collapsed on the field,
too degraded to even curl up. I retrieved my camera and used up the
roll of film on her. Then I knelt by her head and said, "Sleep well,
my funny little fuck-doll,"
Laughing, I gathered up all her clothes and took them with me to
my car. As I drove home, I imagined her trying to walk into town
by dawns light, all naked and covered with barf, shit and cum;
beaten and abused. I sincerely wished she'd be raped again before
she made it home.
Part 2
I made it to Stockholme OK. After a good rape, I always sleep well.
Even for a small country, Sweden's big. Filled with blondes and
women with big tits. Just the place to find my next slave. I stood out
here, with my dark brown hair and American build. Though at 6', I
equaled most of them in height.
Unlike what everyone thinks, Sweden is not filled with sex-crazed
woman. The girls in Sweden are just as promiscuous as anywhere
else. The large number of fine-looking ones made my selection that
much harder, but I had plenty of time. I spent lazy days stalking
coeds and mothers, peaking into windows. Traveling from village to
village, looking for the woman who was to become my slave.
Several weeks later, I had a small list of possible choices. None
perfect, but all desirable. There was a golden haired coed with
glasses who didn't have any friends but had a gorgeous, if really
petite body. Then there was one of the maids in my hotel in Oslo.
She wasn't married, but she was engaged, and had huge fucking tits
and the stereotypical upside-down pear-shaped body.
But the woman I decided on was one of the not-quite perfect ones.
She was a 35 year old housewife in Uppsala, a town about an hour
away from Stockholme. Her husband had just died and left her with
three kids and no job. She was living on part-time jobs and welfare,
but many suitors offered her a chance to move on again.
Her body was not gorgeous, but beautiful. Age hadn't lined her
face at all, and it was a thin oval mounting two blue eyes with dark
blonde hair above. She had medium sized breasts, and a little largish
butt (but not too big). Her legs were long and slim, and her pouty
mouth was thick and full.
Once I had made my decision, however, grabbing her was hard.
Towns in Sweden are small, and this woman had many people
looking out for her and her kids. I had to get her with no noise, no
fuss, in a very small and variable window. I had to improve my
odds. I was going to get her. She'd be my slave. SheÕd be mine to
fuck and abuse and torture. But first, I had to snag her.
It took a while, but I finally became friends with one of her suitors.
Posing as an American grad student on vacation, I introduced
myself to him in a bar after heÕd had a bit to drink. He was easy to
talk to. An easy man to like, if you were that sort of person. Me, it
just made me want to rape him. But hell, I wanna rape nearly
everybody. In any case, it was easy to see why my chosen prey
would go for a man like him. SheÕd probably never go for someone
like me. Too bad. IÕd make her.
It turns out this man ran a boarding house, so I got to rent a room
there. A plan started stewing in my brain. This guy - Bjrn, saw my
future slave Eila every two or three days. I convinced him to bring
her over to the boarding house, so she could see what it was like.
Bjrn went wild over the idea.
That night, he and Eila showed up there at 8:00. I watched them
come in from a window, then snuck after them as they went through
the old building. Eila was dressed in a nice looking if simple white
blouse and dress. She had on grey hose. Her earrings were little
gold loops. Her breasts could just barely poke at the front of the
blouse, and the neckline caught just a hint of cleavage. Her skin was
a little pale, but it was healthy looking.
I had to wait until they finished eating their simple dinner before
Eila finally excused herself to use the restroom. Pretending that I
had just come in, I called Bjrn over. When he unsuspectingly came
over, I quickly encircled his throat with a braided silk garrote (nice
'n' easy to get through customs). He gargled and struggled, but my
grip was tightened by adrenaline and testosterone as the nearness of
his well-built body caused the blood to flow into my cock. He went
limp quickly. I dragged him into a closet and locked it. Not that he'd
get out, dead people being noticeably inept at opening doors, but
somebody might find him before I got out of the country.
A quick call to my private pilot telling him to prep the plane, and my
preparations were almost complete.
Women spend horendously long times at the bathroom, so Eila was
not there when I went back to the dining table. I little dash of
powder into her wine, and I serepticiously made my way into the
kitchen. I heard her come back, ignorant and hapless of what was
about to happen to her. She sat down. I peeked out at her. She
wasn't even looking at her wine. I hastily scrawled a note.
Eila,
I had to go out for a moment. Please make yourself at home. I
won't be long.
-Bjrn
I hand delivered the note to her. She had never seen me before; she
had no reason to be suspicious. As I made my exit again, I heard her
wine glass leave the table. Glancing back, I saw her take a sip. I
waited just beyond the boundary of the door for what seemed an
appropriate amount of time. Looking in, I saw Eila sitting in her
chair, mouth open, head leaning sideways. Unconscious.
Acting quickly, I picked Eila up -- at 5'6, she weighed only 130 lbs
-- and carried her out. I put her into the trunk of my car, then drove
as fast as I could to the airport. My private plane was waiting for
me. I pulled into the hanger, and hurriedly unlocked the trunk. Eila
was just beginning to awake. I administered a shot to her, and she
groggily slumped back into unconsciousness.
My pilot was waiting in the plane, in the cockpit. I put Eila in the
passenger section and went up. I told him to taxi out. As the plane
started moving, $1000 convinced him not to look into the passenger
compartment for the trip back.
I didn't relax until we were in the air and out of Swedish airspace. I
needn't had worried, however. News of my kidnapping and murder
didn't get out until the next morning, by which time I was almost
home. Well under way, I went back to visit my sleeping Swedish
slave.
She was still where I had put her, lolling strapped into a passenger
chair. I gazed into her lovely face a long time before unstrapping
her. I laid her gently to the floor. There'd be enough time to hurt her
later. All the time that I wanted to hurt her. As I stared into her face,
I imagined it scrunched up in agony as I administered my unique
brand of love on her. Imagination made my cock hard. I took of my
clothes. My cock quivered in the plane's air as I stroked it, looking
at Eila.
Standing there, stroking my hard-on above my helpless female
slave, I thought about how I'd like to introduce myself to her. Oh, I
had all sorts of equipment I could use. I had an X-frame I could tie
her to; a suitable modified dentists chair; I had tables and racks and
other stuff. Or I could spread her legs with an iron bar, chain her
hands to her delicate ankles, and have her wake up, face on the
floor, butt in the air being whipped by a braided flogger. That would
be fun, but I decided too much too fast. Maybe restrain her in some
stocks? Or tie her upside down from the ceiling? My options were
endless, and I gave it great thought before deciding. The simpler,
the better, I thought. I smiled as her first nights training developed
in my mind. Nothing to extreme, just an insee bit of pain. Mostly
humiliation. I decided to wait until that night before choosing
whether or not to use one of my many dildos on her.
I sat by Eila's head and stroked her hair. In sleep, she reacted to my
foreign touch. I kissed her forehead, then her ear, and began to
undress her. First came off her shoes, leaving her tiny feet bare; I
unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Her breasts were contained
behind a small white bra. I freed them, let them wave and glisten in
the air. Eila moaned in her sleep as I stroked them. The nipples were
a bit chewed by three children, but they were still nice looking. A
good red color. Just to be thorough, I took off her earrings and
washed the make-up off her face. I like my bitches clean and buck
naked. Hornier than hell, I began to lick her tits, then nibble on
them. I lathered them up good with my tongue and massaged them
with my hand. I kneaded them like dough, and then, following the
metaphor, rolled them between my hands. Eila's unconscious body
reacted to my administrations, and her head turned from side to side.
She moaned. She let off small muffled cries after a while, hinting
that she was a real screamer.
Leaving her well handled breasts for the moment, I removed her
white dress. I took off her hose and panties. Blond hair covered her
pubic region, and I spread her pussy lips aside to get a better look. It
was nice and clean. It even smelled cleaner than American pussy.
Rolling her over onto her back, smushing her nice breasts into the
carpeting, I spread her ass-cheeks and examined her anus. A little
big, a little less than round, but that was OK. The rest of her made
up for it. I let her cheeks go and kneaded them for a while. Sleeping
Eila moaned with more intensity now. The squeaks came more
rapidly.
I played with Eila during the rest of the trip. Over twelve hours of
fondling and stroking my naked, unconscious slave. She broke out
in a nice sweat that lathered her up. But never once did I invade her
with my penis, although I did allow the tip of my forefinger to go a
little bit into her pussy, and twiddle her clit. She squealed sharply at
that, and almost woke up. So I stopped. The drug I gave her was
strong, but she might come out of it too soon. At one point, I put
my finger into my own asshole, then drew it out. Little flecks of shit
covered it. Opening Eila's small mouth with my other hand, I
cleaned off my finger on her tongue and the insides of her cheeks.
Her sleeping face grimaced at the taste, but she didn't puke. Good.
She learn to be a fine toilet. That thought had me aching to piss in
her mouth, but I held off. I had to wait until she was conscious, so
that she could feel the degradation and shame of the act. I didn't let
myself cum during the trip. I was saving up.
The pilot announced we were only ten minutes from landing. I
stopped playing with my new toy and put my clothes back on.
Getting Eila through customs might be hard. Ha! Not. I've never
met an unbribable customs agent.
From the back of the plane I dragged a solid wooden crate, just
large enough to fold up my slave and put inside. Turning Eila onto
her stomach again, I bound her hands with thick cord, and then her
ankles. Just in case, I put a large wad of terrycloth into her mouth,
and secured it with duck-tape. I lifted her legs back, and tied her
ankle bindings to her wrist bindings. Then I picked up my wrapped
up girl, and fit her into the box. I closed and latched the lid. The
thought of this nice woman, so recently free, both in mind and
body, soon to be my submissive slave, naked, bound and gagged
inside the little box turned me on. I made a mental note to do some
more stuff with boxes with future slaves.
Customs, as I predicted, was no problem. They wanted to scan the
box, but a greased palm convinced the well trained man that nothing
so innocuous as a wooden box could conceal any harm. I rented a
little push cart to wheel the box out on. The person I got to wheel
out the box was a luscious red-headed girl. I could imagine her
surprise if she knew I was kidnapping one of her sisters in the box.
I seriously debated whether I should grab this little cunt or not for
my collection, but the population around convinced me to be
satisfied with one slave. There'd be plenty of time for more girls
later.
The box got put in the back seat of my car. I pulled out onto the
highway, my long, hard cock inching out of my pants as I
contemplated what I was about to do. Abusing women is more than
just fun - it's a real turn on. And to me, it's a way of life.
I got home and carried my souvenir into the house. I wheeled it into
the basement. I removed and carefully unwrapped my prize. Her tits
were still nice and shiny, and her pink nipples were erect. I set about
my idea to simply introduce her to her new life.
I strung the naked bitch up by her hands, stretching her lean body
out so that she could barely stand on the floor. Tied like this, arms
stretched above her, her breasts were pulled tight. They made a
lovely sight. While she awakened, I changed into a black jumpsuit,
put on black gloves that left the fingers free, and put on a black ski
mask. Not that I cared if she saw my face, but I did it for the
psychological value.
Eventually, Eila came around. She rolled her head and moaned. She
opened her eyes. Then, with a twist of her arms, she started
shrieking and twisting. I walked up to her, forced her to look at me
by pulling on her chin. Her beautiful eyes were wide with fear. With
the other hand I held up a clamp, a small yet tight one, for her to
see. Then I ran it over her nipple, and held it up again so she'd get
the idea. She obviously must have. She started swearing and
kicking. I stood back and watched her struggle uselessly against her
bonds.
When she became too tired to twist anymore, I walked up, gabbed
her right tit and pulled it tight. She let out a yelp of pain, then started
to mewl when the clamp was placed on her, crushing her pink
nipple.
That was it. Eila, naked, with one nipple seized by an unrelenting
clamp, strung up in my dungeon. I shot Polaroids and waited. Her
breathing became hard from the strain on her arms. At this point, I
applied a twin clamp to her other nipple. She struggled some, but
she was tired. I sat in a recliner and watched her moan and grunt for
some time. Then I went upstairs and went to bed. I'd been up over
24 hours.
Day 2:
Today I applied clothespins to Eila's breasts. I of course didn't
remove the clamps first. The muscles in her arms are stretched to the
tearing point. I rubbed them a little to feel their tightness. While
behind her, I nibbled Eila's ear. Then I stroked her back with my
fingertips, and kneaded her ass. The little whore made squeaking
noises all the while. I reached around and squeezed the bits of flesh
still showing on her breasts. Before leaving her again, I put more
clamps on, leaving no part of her lovely breasts unmarred.
(Oh, in case your wondering, I'd placed her over a drain, so when
she pissed, the urine flowed down her legs into the hole. I know
this was dirty, but I cleaned her off before taking her down.)
Day 3:
I let Eila down today. She collapsed onto the ground and quivered
for a while. I dragged her by her elbows to an adjustable metal table
and strapped her to it with her hands locked together above her head
and her ankles locked in place, her legs spread. Then I took all the
clamps and clothespins off her breasts. The tender flesh of her tits
glowed bright red, and was covered with little creases.
Eila's lesson today was simple. I took a wide strip of leather, and
lashed it with all my grunting strength against her right tit. She let
out a terrible scream of pain as the leather made contact with a loud
crack, sending shock waves of pain through her tit, leaving a welted
outline of its path.
Day 7:
I let Eila go for a while, only bringing her food and water, and
cleaning her up. I waited until her breasts healed. Eila tried to speak
to me during this time, but I remained quiet. When she spoke, I ran
my fingernails across her lips and gently smacked her lovely cheeks.
She got the idea and shut up like a good bitch.
I let her get a good look at the leather strip I used to whip her with
last time. Then I caressed her breasts with it. I stroked her neck and
her face. She made gargling sounds. She begged me not to. She told
me she'd do anything. Like she had a fucking choice.
But no. I grinned happily as I brought the leather down on her left
tit. She wailed and I smacked the right one. Right. Left. Right. Left.
I kept it up a while. Welts formed on her tits. I let up and stroked
them. I dug my fingernails in. I squeezed them. I pulled one up so
hard and so tight I thought it was gonna pop right out. I let her see
my hard on. I brought my pants down in front of her, took them
off. She turned her head at the sight of my cock. I rubbed my
member, drooling cum, against her breasts. Then I left her alone.
Day 10:
I introduced her to gags today. I put a big leather one into her
mouth. Her eyes grew wide as I shoved it into her tiny mouth,
stretching her lips, pushing her jaw down so far it almost distended.
Then, satisfied with the way my gagged slave looked, I whipped her
pussy. I unlocked her ankles for the first time in days. But not for
relief. I strung her feet up so that her but was lifted off the table, and
her legs were stretched wide, leaving her naked pussy totally
exposed.
I used a smaller rope flogger on her pussy. Still, she squealed and
tried to kick. Not being distracted, I kept it up for a full count of
fifty. Then I left off the suckle on her breasts, which had become
raw and tender. I took a piece of ice out of the freezer with tongs
and massaged her tits with it. I went through a whole tray of ice-
cubes this way, and her nipples burgeoned out as the rest of the
flesh shrunk up. Shivers started passing through her body.
I got up and lashed her pussy and asshole again. I didn't bother
counting now. I kept it up for an hour, till that area was raw and
bleeding. Then I went to her face and ungagged her. Drool dribbled
down her chin. She looked at me with pained eyes and muttered,
"please" in a week voice. I licked her face, then went upstairs to
watch the game.
Day 12:
I started Eila's toilet training today. Taking her off the rack, I put a
heavy leather collar on her thin white neck, then buckled her wrists
to the collar. I tied up her ankles and knees, and then shoved them
so that she folded up, knees against her chin. I restrained her in this
position with a big rubber strap about her knees, around her back.
Eila, of course, had no idea what was going on, even when I picked
her up and placed her in the tiny metal box, pulling back her hair and
tying it down so that she was forced to gazed up at the top of the
box. She was quite pretty. Stroking my cock, I pressed it down and
pointed it at her. She couldn't turn away, and I spoke my first word
to her ever. "Drink!"
Then I started to pee. Green pissed leaked from my still hard cock,
and splattered onto her face. She gagged and choked, but kept her
mouth closed. Urine rained down about her like a spring shower.
While still pissing (I'd been saving up), I slapped her face hard, and
pulled her jaw open, so that it filled quickly with my piss. Reflex
forced her to swallow, and she grimaced. After a while, I stopped
pissing, and stood back. I let her sit in that puddle of urine for a
while, then let it all drain out. I stroked her face and smiled at her. I
told her she was a good girl. She started crying. A sweat sound.
Full of pain and humiliation. I smacked her face in tempo to her
sobs. What a great slave! This was beginning to be fun!
I had to wait a little while to make a shit on her. I'd eaten nothing
but bad Mexican food the night before, and Mexican food always
gives me the runs. When I started to feel the pressure really bad in
my anus, I went back to the little metal toilet with the bitches mouth
in it. I smiled at her and said, "Eat!"
I squatted down over her, low enough so that I could feel her nose
rub against by butt. With a loud fart, but asshole burst open, and let
a long, stringy mass of purplish shit roll out. It piled up on her face.
I heard her gag and smiled. She'd get used to this sooner or later.
After minutes of straining, my butt farted again, and soft, wet shit
sprayed out against her face. My leg muscles were bunching, so I
sat on her face, squishing my shit. Her jaw was moving as she
fought for air while shit leaked in. My penis pulsed and I peed on
her again. Then I got up, and went upstairs to shower. I was getting
dirty!
When I came back down, Eila was still in her tiny metal container,
as of course she would be. Her bent-back face was layered with shit
and pee. It had dribbled into her nose, eyes, ears and mouth, and
down her body. She was barely conscious. I stood there a while,
taking pictures. Much later than I thought she would have, she
puked. The barf stayed in her mouth and on her face. It dribbled into
her nose. I realized that if I didn't pull her out, she'd suffocate.
Reaching in, I untied Eila's matted hair, then yanked her up by it.
Her body, still bound into a ball the way I'd forced it, came up with
a suctioning sound as it pulled away from the mess at the bottom of
the toilet. I lifted the girl by her hair so that I could easily look into
her face. Now that the mixture of piss, barf and shit could drain out
of her mouth and nose, Eila started to breath again with gasping
breaths. But soon she realized consciousness was not a gift, as her
entire weight was being supported by a handful of hair. She tried to
wail, to cry, but shit blocked her tear ducks and she coughed up
puke.
I said to her simply, "You are my slave. I am your master."
...
Over the next few days, I taught Eila what that phrase meant. I kept
her mounted on an A-frame, trying out various positions while I
whipped her cunt and tits with a vengeance. I began to teach her
English by having her count along while I slapped her face. She was
very good. She got to one-hundred easily, though I must admit, that
was mostly because of the enthusiasm of her teacher. I made her
cheeks glow red, then turn a nasty purple color in those sessions.
I introduced her to my collection of dildos. I had her hanging,
suspended upside down in the A-frame, weights tied to her hair; her
breasts cinched tight with coils of rope, tight clamps at the ends. Her
butt was freshly whipped, and glowed red. She was learning to
control her pain. Her screams had been much less vehement that
time.
I carefully selected two dildos, one for her pussy, one for her
asshole. It's important to remember that up until this point, I hadn't
ever actually invaded these regions, which is why she reacted to the
invasions with such renewed struggle.
For her pussy I chose a long, arched dildo with multiple ribbings
and knobs. It was made of hard plastic, and was easily twice as
thick and long as any normal man's cock.
Her anus dildo was a special one. It looked like nothing less than a
big, black rubber knife with no tip. It had furrows on the side and a
little battery-operated bladder that could inflate and deflate the evil
device. It was about one and a half inched high and a quarter wide at
the center. I'd bought it especially for my little Eila.
Although I never tire of hearing women scream and make all kinds
of noises, I decided to gag my slave for this dayÕs play. Following
the motif of the day, I chose a gag that had a mock penis attached to
it. I inserted the thing into her complaining mouth, and strapped it in
behind her head. I padded her face with my erection for a few
minutes while getting into the mood. Then I stood up, grabbed the
big cunt-dildo, and took a step up onto the A-frame, placing myself
right above her spread legs.
She made muffled screams when I started stroking her sore pussy
with the dildo, back and forth, letting her feel its long curve, and all
the bumps and ridges. She knew what was in store for her. After
toying with her clit for a while, I positioned the thing right above her
yawning cunt.
I place it against her exposed pussy skin, and she started to squirm.
Not that she could squirm much, mind you, suspended as she was,
but she was a willful bitch, and didn't like this one bit. The sounds
escaping the gag became more strenuous.
The huge head of the dildo shoved her lips apart, and began to
tunnel its way into her cunt. I'd give the toy a little twist every now
and then as it got deeper, eliciting the most enjoyable chorus from
below. To my great dismay, the plastic cock only made it half way
in before it could go no further. Alright, then, time for the game to
begin in earnest.
With mounting strength and speed, I started to piston her with the
dildo. The ridges brought up juices from inside her with each tug,
and the knobs sawed against the already stretched sides of her cunt.
When I got my speed up to full, Eila grunting and groaning beneath
me as I made a stroke every second, I put spin on the dildo. Eila's
body was spasming. She quivered from her cunt and anus, down to
her bound and clamped tits, to her shaking head, kept stretched
down by the tortuous weights. By this time, my arm was getting
tired, so I slowed the strokes, then stopped. Leaving the dildo in
place, I climbed down and took a breather. I looked into Eila's
gagged face, covered in sweat, eyed moist with humiliation and
shame.
I went over to her and played with her abused tits. I pulled and
twisted them. I licked and bit them. I took a little battery-powered
shocker thingee I'd picked up in a novelty store and applied it to
them. It made little convulsions and stretched the flesh. Blood was
rushing to Eila's face, making her blush. Knowing I had to
conserve my slave, I took the weights from her head. I unlashed her
breasts and removed the clamps. Her face showed only the tiniest bit
of relief.
And only for a while. Using her hair for a rope again, I pulled the
front part of her body up, so that she made an arch in the air. I tied
her hair to a crossbeam, and started to work her body again. I put
soft little clamps on her eyelids, and then small weights on those.
They hung down low. I applied more clamps, this time with heavy
weights on their ends, to her tits, and watched how nicely they
stretched. Eila mewled and whimpered. The dildo fell out of her
cunt and clattered on the floor. I snapped some pictures of her nicely
stretched out body. Placing a mirror in front of her so that I could
see her face while I fucked her, I fetched the anal-dildo and walked
behind her.
Because of the arch of her back, her asshole was hidden under her
butt-cheeks. To solve this problem, I got four screw-vices.
Tightening two on each cheek, enjoying the flesh squish and turn
red underneath their irresistible pressure; I then attached wire cords
to the screws, and pulled them in opposite directions around the two
support beams. EilaÕs butt cheeks were parted, stretched out by the
vices and cords, revealing her slightly large asshole to me. She
grunted when I slapped the foul opening, then squealed when I
stuck an exploratory finger in. I pulled my finger out and wiped it
off on her buttocks.
I positioned the anal-dildo. With great deliberation, I forced its
blunt tip into EilaÕs shitter. She whined and squealed through the
gag. Her body began convulsing again. Her face squished up in
pain as I forced the dildo in deeper, twisting and shoving. Her
butthole was distending height-wise, the narrow blade forcing the
hole to its widest extent. When I inflated the bladder, it forced the
other two sides out. I began fucking the helpless girl in the ass with
the dildo, pulling and twisting and pushing and turning it until the
screams she made could be heard clearly through the penis-gag. She
bucked in the air, and I got an idea. I got a braided whip form the
wall, and, still ramming the black dildo in and out of her asshole,
began to whip her back. She thrashed and caterwauled wildly. The
whip made nice smacking sounds in counterpoint to the squish of
the dildo in her cunt. Red marks started to appear on her back. A
glance at her face in the mirror had my already hard erection near
bursting. I had succeeded in drawing much more pain from her than
I exspected.
Heady with success and horny, I grabbed the other dildo from the
floor where it had fallen, and rammed it into her cunt. The woman
kept thrashing and yelling. Putting down the whip, I grabbed a big
paddle, and cracked it against her ass, sending the two dildos
deeper. As soon as her buttocks was red, I took a smaller, ribbed
paddle and beat her thighs and calves, alternating that with
manipulating the dildos. After her legs, I did her arms.
Then I dropped all the bells and whistles, and just thrust the dildos
around in her asshole and cunt. Agony lit up her beautiful face. I
stared at her red back side. It was quite a sight. After what seemed
like an eternity of pumping her, I let up. I collapsed into the big soft
chair, exhausted. I fell asleep, leaving my abused Eila hanging,
nipples and eyelids tortured by stretching weights, a huge dildo
shoved into her cunt; another in her butt.
After that night, Eila was totally submissive. She never screamed
again like she used to. She was completely obedient. That spark of
free-will had been fucked from her body. No matter how hard I
tried, I couldnÕt get her to do more than whimper again. I used her
as a toilet again, this time never draining it, for two weeks. She
didnÕt move, and drank all the urine I laid on her with resignation. I
was starting to have no fun with this bitch anymore. I made her
spend three nights sitting on a huge vibrating dildo. She groaned
and made that squeaking noise, but didnÕt fight back or try to resist.
Eventually, the night came to get rid of the bitch. I was bored with
her.
All this time, IÕd been saving up my cum in a big gallon bottle. That
evening, I walked in on Eila. The dildos IÕd stuck in her buzzed
away. Heavy and tight pliers pulled down her breasts. Her head
hung. She had no fight left in her. I took a good, long, hard, heavy
flogging of her for old time sakes, then felt her up one last time. Her
body was still young and strong, but she was boring. I restrained
her to a black chair. I covered her eyes. I changed the batteries in the
dildos. Then, I inserted a piece of plastic tubing into her mouth,
about two inches wide and a foot long. I taped it in securely, and
shoved gum resin into her nostrils to make sure she couldnÕt breath
that way. And then I poured the cum in. Cup full after cup full, it
went in. She tried to swallow it, but it came too fast. I watched her
face grow red, then purple. Her cheeks distended with my cum.
Finally, she died, drowning in my cum. A fitting ending in the life
of such a whore.
But I was horny, and needed a good rape to get my spirits up again...
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