Message-ID: <11750eli$9805312030@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Norm De Ploom" Subject: {ASSM} "The Girl Next Door" part two (Mdom,ped,rape,slavery) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: normdeploom@yahoo.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <6kqrff$rdm$6@nnrp1.snfc21.pbi.net> If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it. If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at normdeploom@yahoo.com. The Girl Next Door Part Two- Marsha Begins Her Training By Norm DePloom Normdeploom@yahoo.com Dave slept comfortably until four o'clock in the after noon. When he got up he made himself a meal, then sat at his computer and turned on the speaker that was attached to the microphone in his 'storage room' where he had left Marsha earlier that day. He could hear what were obviously screams being muffled by the gag he had left in her mouth. He flipped a switch and bathed the cell in just enough infrared to allow him to view his new toy on his monitor. Marsha was struggling against the straps that held her immobile on the padded floor. After watching her while he ate Dave reluctantly pushed his hard cock back down in his pants and turned the monitor off. If I get her out now, the thought, I'll never get any work done. Before settling in at his workstation Dave went out the front door and picked up his mail. As he opened the door a business card fell like a dying leaf to the porch. Dave picked up the card and read the front. "Detective Bill Smith" with precinct address and phone number. The hand written notice on the back indicated Detective Smith's desire to talk to Dave. Dave looked through the rest of his mail as he walked back into the house and started a pot of coffee. When Dave called Detective Smith their conversation was short. Dave assured him that he had not heard or seen anything the night before. Dave learned from the Detective that Marsha had said something to her sister about running away and they were putting their efforts looking for her near her aunt's house over a hundred miles away. Dave was smiling when he got off the phone. Dave put in six hours of concentrated work on his contract projects before he considered 'knocking off' for the night and 'knocking off' a few with his new fuck toy. He shut down his project files and switched his workstation over to monitor his toy. The struggles and screams had stopped. Marsha had apparently worn herself out and was now sleeping again. Dave used his computer to manipulate the controls he had built into the room, sending a blast of icy air from the air conditioning vent followed my his own booming voice. "Wake up slut." Marsha began to struggle against the straps again. Dave opened the closet door then unlatched the shelves and pulled them out of the opening leading into the cell where Marsha waited for another night of fucking. As soon as the door opened Marsha began trying to yell around her gag. Dave could tell immediately that Marsha had urinated and defecated and had apparently been laying in it for awhile. Dave smiled at the thought, knowing it would increase her humiliation. "Lay still slut or I'll lock the door back up and leave you in here." When Marsha calmed down Dave unbuckled the straps and pulled Marsha out into the bedroom and into a kneeling position. Even though she was blindfolded Marsha turned her head from side to side like she was trying to look around. "Marsha." Dave said loudly. The girl stopped moving her head and 'looked' where the voice came from. "I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth. Don't scream or yell. No one will hear you and if you do I will whip you then put you back inside your cell to lay in your own shit. Do you understand?" Marsha nodded her head. Dave unbuckled the strap holding the gag and pulled it out of her mouth. Marsha worked her jaw like she was chewing gum then tried to speak, but her mouth was to dry and only a horse mumbling could be heard. "Shut up slave." Dave said sternly and punctuated it with a slap across the face. "I'm going to give you a chance to prove that you are worth keeping alive. Now get on your hands and knees." Dave pushed her down into the position he wanted. . "Until you are told otherwise you will stay on all fours since you are only a bitch who is here to be fucked." Dave instructed her as he got a wash cloth from the bathroom. "I'm not sure I want to keep a filthy little tramp like you. Look at you, you're not even house broken yet." Dave told her while he roughly washed her ass and pussy. "I'm seriously considering just putting you back into your cell and letting you starve laying in that pile of shit you left in there." Marsha's face turned red with humiliation and she opened her still dry mouth to explain and earned another slap. "Slaves don't talk unless they are told to. Until you are allowed to get off your hands and knees you will only be allowed to whimper and whine. If you make any noise not normally made by a bitch you will be whipped" Dave left her on her hands and knees while he quickly cleaned up the pad in her cell. Then he returned to his slave. "I'm going to give you just one chance to prove you are worth keeping alive. I'm going to let you suck my cock. If you do a real good job I'll consider letting you stay alive. I might even let you take a shower and eat some food." Marsha was shaking her head and croaking 'no' over and over until she was slapped so hard it knocked her to the floor. Dave pulled her back up onto her hands and knees by her hair "You don't listen very well do you? As well as being a filthy little bitch that shits all over herself you're obviously a stupid slut. I told you no talking." Dave sat and looked at his new slave admiring her flawless chocolate brown skin. His cock was already hard in anticipation. "I'm going to give you a drink of water then you are going to suck my cock. You better do a good job if you don't want to starve laying in a pile of your own crap." Dave put a bowl of water on the floor and pushed her mouth into it. "Drink bitch." Despite the shame and humiliation of drinking from a water bowl on the floor, Marsha's thirst drove her to lap water into her mouth. Long before her thirst was satisfied Dave pulled her head up and removed the bowl. Dave, setting with Marsha on all fours in front of him, grabbed a handful of kinky hair in each hand and pulled her face toward his crotch. "You better suck cock like your life depends on it, bitch." He said just as the tip of his eager cock touched her lips. Marsha hesitated just a moment then remembered the terror she had felt laying in 'that place' gagged and blindfolded, being able to smell her own shit and feel her butt laying in a puddle of her own pee. When she remembered the terror she opened her mouth and welcomed the hard invader. Dave smiled as his hard cock slipped into her hot mouth and began to pinch and fondle her nipples. "The more cock you get in your mouth the more likely I am to decide I want to keep you." He advised. "Oh yes, suck on it bitch. Suck on it." Marsha worked to get more and more of his large hard cock into her inexperienced mouth. Marsha only technically knew what a 'blow job' was. She had never seen a hard cock and, since she was blindfolded she still hadn't. Marsha imagined what she looked like naked on her hands and knees sucking on a man's cock and tears of fear and humiliation collected under her blindfold as her body trembled and her skin became hot with embarrassment. But her nipples hardened in his fingers and her pussy began to flow with anticipatory lubrication. She remembered the terror of being strapped down for what seemed like an eternity and resolved that she would do anything to avoid it happening again. Marsha sucked and licked for all she was worth, forgetting the situation and concentrating only on the feel of her lips stretching over the hard, hot rod of flesh in her mouth. She began to marvel at the velvety feel of the cockhead on her tongue. Absorbed in these new sensations, and too inexperienced to know the warning signs, Marsha was shocked when the object of her attentions twitched and flooded her mouth with cum. Her first reaction was to pull her mouth away from the squirting cock but a hand on the back of her head quickly changed her mind and she concentrated on swallowing the thick warm fluid. Dave continued to hold her mouth on his cock until it began to shrink, then let Marsha sit back on her heels. "Well, bitch," he said after a few moments of silence, "you've earned the right to live. For a few hours at least." Dave pulled his chair closer to his new sex toy and began to work a choker chain over her head. It was a tight fit and caused some discomfort for Marsha, but soon it rested around her neck with the excess chain hanging down between her breasts. A most erotic sight in Dave's opinion. Dave hooked a short leash to the choker chain and picked up a small homemade whip. Dave had braided the six pieces of soft leather into a handle leaving a loop on one end to go over his wrist and six eighteen inch thongs with knots at the ends on the other. The leather was soft and pliant designed to sting and, if wielded with great force, leave temporary welts. It would not, though, break even the most tender of Wanda's beautiful brown skin. "Every young bitch must go through obedience training." Dave informed his leashed and blindfolded slave as he pulled the knotted ends of his whip across her breasts watching the knots catch on and tug at her hard erect nipples. "I will know teach you the basic positions." Dave pulled forward and down on the leash. "Back your hands and knees." Marsha felt the choking of the chain collar and fell forward onto 'all fours'. "This is the 'standing' position. It is the position you will stay in at all times unless you are ordered into another position. It is also the position you will return to when you are released from any other position. In this and every other position you legs must at all times be spread at least far enough for me to get my hand between them." Dave reached down and stroked her head. "Do you understand?" "Yes." Marsha answered. Dave brought his whip down across the length of her back letting the knotted ends curl over her buttocks and land on her cunt. "Can a bitch say 'yes'?" He asked. "No." Marsh answered automatically. Dave's whip landed across her back again. "Can a bitch say 'no'?" He asked. Wanda's mind spun in confusion. How can I answer him? She asked herself. Then she remembered his orders to only whine and whimper, not to make any noise that could not be made by a dog. Wanda whimpered pleadingly. Dave knelt beside his toy and rubbed her head affectionately. "That's a good girl." He let his hands continue to roam over her body. "I really need to think up a name for my new bitch." His hand moved down her back and across her buttocks coming to rest on her wet pussy while he absent mindedly twirled a lock of her kinky pubic hair around his forefinger. "I know," he said, running his hand through her abundant black hair, "I'll call you 'Fluffy Puss', 'Fluffy' for short." A name chosen Dave stood up to continue Marsha's obedience lesson. "Sit Fluffy." Dave ordered pulling straight up on the leash and pushing down on her buttocks. Showing the same patience he would if he had been training a puppy Dave positioned Marsha in the proper stance as he explained to her the proper 'sit' position. "From the stand position sit back on you heals, spread your knees as far apart as you can and keep your hands flat on the floor between your spread knees." When Dave was satisfied with Marsha's 'sit' position he let her stay that way for a minute then pulled forward and down on the leash "Stand Fluffy" Dave corrected her position with flicks from his whip then pulled up on the leash and gave the 'sit' command. Again using his whip he corrected her position then put her back into the 'stand' position. Dave spent twenty minutes forcing her to practice these two positions. Then with Marsha in the 'sit' position Dave let her rest. A sheen of perspiration made her dark brown skin shine in the light. Dave reached down between her spread legs and felt her cunt. It was wet to the point of dripping, he easily slipped two fingers into her while he let his thumb rub her clitoris. Dave was rewarded by a begging whimper from Marsha. Dave pulled his fingers from Marsha's wet cunt and stood in front of her. "Whenever a person approaches you, you will nuzzle his or her genitals with your nose then lick them." The growing redness of Marsha's face and chest could be seen despite the dark chocolate color of her skin. "Go ahead," Dave tugged on the leash, "nuzzle my genitals. And remember a bitch puppy will wiggle her little butt with happiness when she greets her owner." Marsha sat still. She just could not bring herself to 'nuzzle' this person's genitals and wiggle her butt like a puppy greeting its owner. Dave pulled on the leash again. Marsha felt the chain tighten around her neck then loosen. Still she could not bring herself to do it. It was just too humiliating. Suddenly Marsha began to pull at her blindfold trying to get it off, and Dave realized he had a full-scale rebellion on his hands. A test of wills he could not afford to loose. Using the leash and choker chain Dave forced Marsha face down on the floor. Then, while stepping on the end of the chain to hold her down Dave caught both of Marsha's arms and pulled them behind her where he strapped them together at the wrists Dave rolled Marsha over onto her back then, while continuing to step on the chain to hold her down, he pulled the 'training' whip off his wrist and picked up a larger heavier strap. Dave brought the end of the strap down first on her left breast then on her right one. Marsha shrieked in pain with the first blow and continued to shriek with each successive blow until the shrieks faded away to body wrenching sobs. By the time each breast had received six blows Dave had a raging hardon and needed relief. Dave rolled the sobbing girl back onto her stomach and, putting both hands in the middle of her back held her down against the floor as her pushed his hard cock into her ass. Dave fucked her long and hard, plunging his cock into her tight rear hole with such force that her body slid an inch or two across the floor with each thrust. After nine or ten minutes of slamming his hard cock into his helpless victim Dave pushed his cock in one last time and held it there while it twitched and spewed his hot cum deep inside her. Then, after his softening cock slipped out of her abused asshole, Dave pulled her limp body back into the cell. When Marsha realized where Dave was taking her she summoned all of her youthful strength for one last attempt to resist. Dave, holding the struggling girl from behind, pulled the choker chain tight and held it until her body went limp. Dave pulled Marsha's limp body the rest of the way into the cell and laid her on her back. He ducked back through the cell door and then reappeared a moment later with a cock shaped metal probe and two metal nipple clamps, all of which had wires attached to them. After inserting the probe into Marsha's cunt Dave strapped her to the floor, adding a strap across her thighs to hold the probe in place. Dave placed a clamp on each of Marsha's big brown nipples, tightening the screw on each to insure it would stay in its place. Dave plugged the three wires into three sockets high up on the wall of the cell then slipped back through the door and pushed the shelving unit into its place. Dave hurried into the kitchen then paced agitatedly back and forth while he waited for coffee to brew. His carefully laid out plans had been disrupted and that irritated him. He knew that rebellion had been inevitable, and he new it had to be dealt with immediately. When the coffee was done he poured himself a cup and went back into his 'office' to review how he was planning on handling his slave's disobedience. Sitting at his workstation Dave turned on the audio and video monitors in the cell. Marsha was pulling against her restraints and screaming obscenities at him. Good, he thought, screaming and yelling into the dead air of a sound proofed room would only increase her subconscious since of isolation and helplessness. The cell, he reasoned, had to represent terror to her, not pain. Pain a person can learn to live with very quickly. Terror they never learn to live with. Dave launched a program on his workstation that would deliver random shocks through the metal probe and nipple clamps. It was not the pain of the shocks, but the random nature of their timing, duration and intensity that would add to the terror of her stay in the cell. The terror coming from never knowing when the next shock would start. Or, once started, whether it would be a mild tingle, more stimulating than painful, or a back arching surge that felt like it would snap her spine. Another program would randomly cycle the cell from icy cold to oppressively hot. The final program randomly triggered loud blood curdling screams from speakers in the cell. Finally Dave started a tape that played whispered messages through a speaker next to each ear telling Marsha repeatedly what a dirty slutty little whore she was, and suggesting that maybe this time she would be left in the dark till she starved to death. Having had his planned humiliation and fucking session interrupted Dave decided to get some more paying work done so that tomorrow he could dedicate the whole night to his hopefully more complaint slave. After another four hours of concentrated work on projects for his two best paying customers, Dave fixed himself another meal and went out front to collect his morning newspaper. As he ate he glanced through the paper to see if there was any news about the poor missing Marsha from next door. He found an article, and it seems that Marsha had confided in her sister that their stepfather had started to touch her in inappropriate ways and that was why she was planning to run away. The authorities were suspecting that she had met with some form of foul play while trying to hitchhike to her aunt's house. The article reported that none of the next door neighbors had seen or heard anything unusual. Dave relaxed with his after meal coffee and watched Marsha struggling against the straps holding her immobile. Dave turned up the volume on the audio monitor and listened to her begging to be released and her promises of total obedience. Dave added some references about little sluts who let their stepfathers touch them to the tape whispering in her ears then went to bed. At four o'clock the next afternoon Dave woke up anticipating sixteen hours of obedience training, humiliation and fucking with his new bitch, Fluffy. He ate a light snack while he watched and listened to his slave in her punishment cell. When he was ready he stopped the shocks, temperature fluctuations and screams, then opened the hidden door at the back of his closet and started loosening the straps holding the babbling young girl to the floor of her cell. Attaching the leash to her choker chain Dave pulled Marsha from her cell. The girl followed on her hands and knees then collapsed on the floor still babbling incoherently. Dave sat down and pulled the still blindfolded chocolate colored beauty up to a kneeling position between his legs with her arms draped over his thighs and her head resting on his chest. Dave's cock nestled comfortably between her firm chocolate colored breasts, and her dark chocolate nipples pressed into his stomach. Her babbling slowly became great body wrenching sobs as she cried almost hysterically. Dave gently stroked Marsha's hair, back, shoulders and face as he allowed her to cry herself out while he admired her almost flawless brown skin. As the sobs decreased the young girl hugged her tormentor's thighs with her arms and began to gently kiss his stomach working her way down towards his hard cock resting between her breasts. Between kisses she spoke to the man she still had not seen. "Please mister don't make me go back in there again. I'll do anything you want. I'll behave myself." When she reached his pubic hair she pushed her nose into it and sniffed then worked her sniffing noes down to his genitals. She sniffed and nuzzled his cock and balls then began to lick. Without interrupting the tongue bath she was giving his genitals Dave took her hands and gently unwrapped them from his thighs and placed them on the floor moving her into the 'sit' position. "Is Fluffy happy to see me?" The young girl whined and wiggled her butt in answer. Dave smiled knowing her rebellion was over, at least for the moment. Dave allowed himself to enjoy her eager licking for a few more minutes before lifting her head from his crotch. "Let's see if you remember your positions." Dave pulled forward and slightly down on the leash "Stand Fluffy." Marsha 'stood' on all fours, then wiggled her butt in anticipation. Dave stood up and moved the chair back then walked around Marsha to check her position. He picked up his training whip and flicked the inside of her thighs. "Knees further apart." After Marsha moved knees Dave slid his hand over her butt and down between her legs letting his forefinger slid between the folds of her already wet cunt. He was rewarded with an enticing butt wiggle from his bitch and a throaty moan. Dave's other hand explored her thighs, stomach and finally her breasts. Marsha's puppy like butt wiggling was rapidly becoming pelvic thrusts as she tried to work her self on his finger. Even though Marsha had not been bathed since he brought her home, Dave was finding her natural odors extremely provocative and decided not to destroy them with soap and water. Dave abandoned her wet pussy and stood up. "Sit Fluffy." He commanded ignoring her whimpered pleading, and pulling straight up on the leash. Marsha moved her butt down to rest between her heels and put her hands on the floor between her wide spread knees. Dave inspected her positioning and found it perfect. From the front her breasts were pushed together by her upper arms. Her breasts and her lower arms neatly framed her patch of black kinky pubic hair and her open wet cunt with it's protruding glistening outer lips. Dave patted her on the head "Good girl, Fluffy." Marsha's whole body wiggled with happiness. Dave stepped closer allowing his hard cock to rest against the side of her face. Marsha immediately pushed her nose into his genitals and 'nuzzled' them then began licking his scrotum while whimpering a greeting and wiggling her butt as best she could in the 'sit' position. With her sight removed Marsha was learning to concentrated on her other senses and she was finding everything erotically stimulating. When she was laying against him sobbing she had been acutely aware of his cock resting between her breasts. She had inhaled the manly sent of his body. The slightly musky smell of his genitals had sent torrents of lubrication flowing in her pussy. His hands seemed to ignite erotic fire wherever they touched her. And know, smelling his genitals was like turning on a faucet in her pussy. As she licked her way up the base of his cock towards the head with the intent of taking it in her mouth and sucking on it, Marsha finally admitted to her self how desperately she wanted this man to fuck her. When Dave stepped away, withdrawing his cock from her reach Marsha's whine of disappointment was obvious, and brought an unseen smile to Dave's lips. "Stand Fluffy." He ordered as he pulled the leash forward and down. Marsha immediately changed to the 'stand' position on her hands and knees, making sure her knees were fare enough apart to insure her 'owner's' access to her wet eager cunt. "Before I teach you the next position, you need to learn a few other signals. If I tap your cheek like this." Dave gently tapped her cheek beside her mouth. "You will open your mouth ready to receive your owners cock." Dave tapped her on the cheek, Marsha eagerly opened her mouth and sighed with happiness when it was filled with the velvety cockhead she had sucked the night before. As Dave moved his cock in and out of her mouth Marsha swirled her tongue around the welcome invader. Then whimpered, almost howled with disappointment when it was withdrawn a moment later. Dave was in heaven, he loved to keep his cock hard for hours at a time and having a slave to torment was the perfect way to accomplish this goal. "Now, you will learn the 'play' position." Dave petted Marsha and scratched behind her ears while he talked. "This position is called the 'play' position for two reasons. First because it approximates the positions dogs use when they are trying to entice another dog to play with them. Secondly because it will present your cunt and ass to me for my pleasure." Marsha's body wiggled in anticipation. "Stretch your arms out on the floor over your head," Dave moved her body into the desired position as her gave instructions, "put your chest down on the floor." The coolness of the wood floor felt good on her breasts. "And keep your butt as high in the air as you can. Keep the knees apart just like in the 'sit' position." Fluffy imagined what she looked like her chest and face pushed submissively against the floor and her butt sticking up, obscenely exposing her cunt and asshole for her master to play with. She wanted to beg her owner to fuck her, she ached for a cock in her cunt. Using the only language she was allowed Marsha wiggled her butt and whined pleadingly, trying to make the whine sound as much as possible like 'please fuck me'. Dave knelt behind his obedient young bitch and reached out, almost reverently, and moved his hands over her upturned butt, then down the outside of her thighs. When he reached her knees he moved his hands to the inside of her thighs and slowly moved them back up towards her waiting cunt. The sight of her wet pussy mesmerized him. Her copious secretions dampened her upper thighs. Her glistening, engorged cunt lips stood open revealing the hot dark hole waiting for his hard cock. Her swollen clitoris peeked out from between the lips where they met at the, in this position, lower end of her vagina. Dave moved his finger tips around the waiting folds of female flesh and gently stroked the area between her cunt and her puckered brown asshole. Dave leaned closer to her and inhaled the distinctly intoxicating smell of a sexually aroused woman. Continuing to run his finger tips over her sensitive skin Dave extended his tongue and began to separate the folds of flesh licking up and down each side of each of her fleshy cunt lips. Reveling in the salty, musky taste of her brown skin Dave licked up to her crinkled asshole, which he gently circled with his tongue before probing its tip into her. Marsha's hands clutched and relaxed trying to grab onto the smooth wood floor. She turned her head to the side rested it on the floor with her eyes closed under the blindfold and a smile growing on her lips. Her hips slowly rocked and rotated as a low throaty groan grew from deep inside her. Dave probed his tongue further and further into her relaxing sphincter while he ran his hands up her back then back across her buttocks and down her thighs and back. Each time he went around her pussy without touching it. Finally Dave pulled his tongue from her asshole and worked it back down and around the fleshy folds of her cunt, eventually arriving at her sensitive clitoris, which he sucked into his mouth and flicked rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Marsha's whole body seemed to reverberate with each flick of Dave's tongue driving her closer and closer to an explosive orgasmic release. Dave tilted his head sidewise and sucked each of her cunt lips into his mouth sucking and tonguing it before moving to the other. He pushed his face up against her cunt and began to drive his tongue into her dark moist cavern, his lower lip an chin massaging her clitoris as he moved his tongue over the walls of her cunt licking every drop of her nectar he could reach. He loved the taste, feel and smell of her so much that, if possible, he would have fucked her with his head. Marsha was emitting a constant low-pitched "ooooooeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooeeeeeeeeaaaaa" as her body neared the precipice of orgasmic convulsion. Dave placed his forefinger on Marsha's ass and pushed it into her. There are some women who 'ejaculate' when they have orgasms shooting fluid from some secret reservoir. Such women are almost always multi-orgasmic and have been known to soak a mattress virtually all the way through with their copious flows. Marsha was one of these women. As her orgasm crested Marsha rewarded her new owner with mouthfuls of orgasmic fluids. It ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest. It ran down her legs and pooled under her knees. Her whole body undulated with wave after wave of orgasmic muscle contractions, and with each wave her cunt would expel another flood of her female ejaculate. The entire time she slowly ground her cunt against his face and pushed herself back onto the finger invading her asshole. Dave removed his mouth from her fountaining cunt and, after grabbing her hips, placed the head of his large hard cock at the opening to her eager pussy and plunged the entire length of his tool into her in one motion. "Yesssssssssyesssssssyesssssss." The prostrate teenage girl hissed as she was filled with hard cock. Dave began to fuck his bitch with long steady strokes, slamming his body against her up thrust cunt each time he buried himself in the wet folds of her pussy, and whipping her vaginal secretions into a foam that coated his pubic hair and drooled down her inner thighs. Marsha's orgasmic gyrations continued as Dave reached under her belly and used his thumb and forefinger to stroke her hard clitoris in time with his cock fucking in and out of her gapping pussy. Marsha had spewed so much fluid that their knees were slipping in it and Dave had trouble keeping up the deep thrusts he liked so much. He grabbed her around the waist and laid back on the floor pulling her into a sitting position impaled on his cock, facing his feet. "Fuck yourself on my cock, bitch." He commanded as he guided her up and down motions with his hands on her waist. Marsha pumped herself up and down on his huge hard tool, Dave pulled down on her waist each time she lowered her self onto his cock to insure deep penetration. Marsha's breasts bounced up and down in time with her body jerking plunges down onto her owner's tool. She leaned forward and rested her hands on the knotted muscles of his thighs. Dave sat up and, moving his hands from her waist to her breasts, pulled her back against his chest and held her still as his cock, buried to the hilt in her wet dripping pussy jerked and spasmed shooting cum into her. Marsha put her hands on top of her owner's hands that were squeezing her breasts and leaned her head back against him as her body spasmed in one last orgasmic release, keeping time with his cock drenching her cunt walls with cum. As Dave eased Marsha's semi-limp body off his it seemed that the entire room had been drenched with her orgasmic fluids. He rested for a few minutes then stood up and used the leash to pull her up to the standing position. "That" he informed her, "is why we call it the 'play' position." Dave pushed his cock onto her lips. "Lick it clean." He ordered. "From know on you will be expected to automatically perform this service." Marsha nuzzled her owner's testicles then began to lick her own juices off his cock. When he was satisfied with the cleaning job Dave used the leash to guide Marsha into the kitchen and put a bowl of water on the floor for her then began to prepare a meal. With out hesitation Marsha leaned down and lapped water from her bowl. As she lapped Marsha hoped that her owner would never take her blindfold off. Being blindfolded was forcing her to concentrate on her senses of smell, taste and hearing. Even the water she was lapping tasted better than anything she had ever had. Even with her limited experience of only being raped three or four times, she was positive that the fucking she had just received would not have been nearly as gut wrenchingly satisfying if she had not been blindfolded. Then with an epiphany of understanding she realized that it would never have been that good if she had not been forced. She realized that only the removal of all her options gave her the freedom to enjoy being fucked like an animal. Only her terrifying ordeal in 'that place' gave her the total, single minded, concentration on satisfying her owner that led up to the frenzied fucking she had just been forced to enjoy. Her clitoris and her cunt felt like they were vibrating, her thigh muscles would twitch with occasional 'orgasm after shocks'. And whatever her owner was cooking smelled better than the best food she could remember ever eating in the past. While he was cooking Marsha's owner would occasionally, when the food did not need his immediate attention, step over to her, pull her up to a sit position and tap her on the check. Marsha would open her mouth and welcome his large hard cock with tongue swirls and moist sucking until he would withdraw his tool and return to his cooking duties. While he was cooking Dave ordered her to pick up her bowl and drink from it instead of lapping the water, and every time she finished it off he would refill it and order her to drink again. By the time the food was done Marsha had forced down ten bowls of water and felt like she would through up if she had to drink another drop. She heard her owner put a dish of food in front of her and started to lean over towards it when she felt a sharp pull on her choke chain. "You don't eat until you are told to, bitch." Dave informed her. He walked her over to the table at the end of the kitchen and pushed her underneath. Then he sat at the table and before he started eating reached under the table and pulled her head into his crotch. Marsha got the message and began to suck his hard cock while he ate his meal. Dave ate with one hand and casually stroked Marsha's head with the other as she worked her mouth up and down the shaft of his hard cock. When he was done with his meal Dave sat back and enjoyed the feel of her tongue work for a few minutes, then pushed her head off his cock and scooted his chair back from the table. Picking up the leash Dave pulled Marsha out from underneath the table and positioned her so she faced the kitchen counter. "Does Fluffy need to pee?' Marsha whined and nodded her head 'yes' vigorously. "No bitch can be a really good fuck unless she has strengthened, toned and gained control of the muscles of her cunt. I have an exercise you will be doing every time you have to pee. Now, I want you to squat right where your are. You can hang onto the edge of the counter." Dave placed Marsha's hands on the edge of the counter. "Now I am placing a plastic dish pan under you. When I tell you to pee, you will start peeing. When I tell you to stop you will stop and hold your pee until I tell you to pee again. Do you understand?" Marsha nodded her head 'yes' while she blushed with humiliation and embarrassment. Being watched while she peed would have been bad enough. To have this person telling her to start and stop would have been more than she could have born except for the memory of being strapped down in 'that place'. "Pee." Dave said. Marsha relaxed her sphincter muscle and the urine began to flow splashing noisily in the plastic dishpan. "Stop!" Dave ordered as soon as the flow reached its maximum volume. Marsha visibly struggled to cut off her urine flow, clamping down the muscles in and around her vagina and anus. She could feel the stinging in her urethra as she strained to hold her pee against the building pressure from her bladder. Dave squatted over her allowing his cock and balls to rest on her back as her caressed her breasts then ran his hands down and over her the trembling muscles in her stomach and thighs. "Pee." He said in her ear as he moved his hands back across her stomach returning to her breasts. "Stop." Dave kissed up and down her neck and across her shoulders, while he pinched and twisted her nipples. Her body once again began to tremble from the effort of holding her urgent need in check. Thus it continued for, what seemed to Marsha to be hours as Dave played with her trembling body making her hold her pee, then release it, then hold it again. Tears of shame soaked her blindfold, and her skin seemed to burn with humiliation. Finally, she was done her bladder was empty. Dave stood up, then turned Marsha around so she faced away from the counter and had her squat with her back leaning against the cupboard doors, and the dish pan still beneath her. "As a bitch sex slave you will have to learn to participate in all kinds of activities that you ordinarily would not consider." Holding the base of his hard cock Dave released a stream of his own urine aimed to hit Marsha square on her open cunt. "Being pissed on is just one of them." Marsha jumped when the stream of hot liquid hit her between the legs. She almost turned to deflect it away from her pussy then restrained herself. Sobs racked her body as the hot liquid moved up from her pussy, soaking her pubic hair then continuing across her stomach and splashing on each of her breasts in turn. As Dave urinated on each of her breasts Marsha could feel the splash hitting her face. When he was done Dave tapped Marsha on the cheek and when she opened her mouth he pushed in his hard, still dripping cock., and began to fuck into her throat banging her head against the cupboard door with each thrust. Marsha instinctively grabbed the base of his cock with both hands trying to keep from being choked by the hard rod fucking too far down her inexperienced throat. After enjoying the throat fucking for a few minutes Dave pulled his dick from her mouth. "Stand Fluffy." He ordered pulling the leash forward and down as he stepped to the side. Marsha fell forward landing hard on her hands and knees. Then he pulled forward on the leash and walked her back over to her food dish on the other side of the kitchen. "Now you can eat, and make it quick I've got to get you cleaned up, you've gotten yourself soiled again." Marsha leaned down and began to eat the food from the dish on the floor trying to ignore the smell and feel of urine dripping from her body. After her dinner Dave gave the leash a sharp pull and walked Marsha into the bedroom then into the bathroom, and finally into the shower. Still on her hands and knees Dave rinsed her off with cold water taking extra care to aim the stream between her legs. By the time he was done Marsha's teeth were chattering and her body was shivering. Dave toweled her dry then walked her back into the bedroom where he spent an hour putting her into each of the positions she had already learned. Each time he put her into the 'play' position Dave would push his cock into one of her upturned holes and fuck for a few minutes slowly building their excitement. Each time he put her into the 'sit' position he would require her to nuzzle and sniff his genitals before he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth a few times. Each time she was placed in the 'stand' position he would squeeze her breasts and nipples, and always he would correct her positioning with flicks from his whip. "Now it's time for you to learn a new position." He announced pulling his cock from her wet gapping cunt and putting her back to the 'stand' position. He positioned her on her knees, raised up with her arms and hands held like a dog standing on its hind feet. "We will call this the 'beg' position. You will accompany this position with body wiggles and begging whines." Dave paused until Marsha got the message and began to whine and wiggle her body. "That's good. Now, what you are begging for is permission to hump your cunt on the persons leg." The whining and body wiggles lost much of their enthusiasm. Marsha was mortified at the thought of rubbing herself on some ones leg. She had seen male dogs doing this. Boys always got a big kick out of it, but she thought it was the grossest thing she could ever imagine, and now she was not only going to have to do it, she was going to have to beg permission first. Dave pulled his chair up in front of Marsha and extended his right leg until the top of his ankle pushed against her wet open pussy. "When the person places his leg in the proper position," Dave nudged her open cunt with his foot, "then you will wrap your arms around their leg and begin humping yourself." Despite the humiliation she felt, Marsha's cunt begged for attention. Marsha wrapped her arms around Dave's leg and slowly rubbed herself up and down on his ankle. Even though she was blindfolded Marsha looked down at the floor trying to hide her embarrassment. Dave placed a hand on each side of her face and could feel the heat of her blush. "When you are humping a person's leg you must turn your face up towards them so they can watch both your humiliation and your pleasure." Dave gently pulled her face up until she was turned toward him. She could feel the wet sticky folds of her cunt dragging over her master's hairy leg. Her engorged clitoris rubbed against his hard shinbone. Dave pinched her nipples and marveled at the different feel of Marsha's bristly kinky pubic hair rubbing against his leg followed by her soft open pussy rubbing over the same place. Then on the down stroke the feel of her soft wet pussy being followed by the rasping pubic hair. "Why isn't my bitch letting me know how much she's enjoying the honor of humping herself on my leg?" Marsha whimpered and growled, then threw in a few barks as she humped her cunt against his leg with shorter harder strokes. Finally, getting into the action, Marsha howled, and as an orgasm swept over her, she clutched Dave's leg and rubbed her self against him as hard as she could in her crouched position. Dave pinched Marsha's nipples hard during her orgasm helping her to identify pain and pleasure as one. When her orgasmic convulsions passed Marsha collapsed against Dave's leg, still clutching it with her arms and her wet cunt still pushed against his pussy juice covered ankle. Dave stroked her head then pulled her up straddling his lap and lowered her down onto his waiting erection. "Slow girl, slow." Dave instructed as he was being enveloped in the warm moistness of her open cunt. Dave loved the feel of his hard cock slipping into her hot wet tight pussy. Marsha's legs trembled as she strained to slow her decent onto the hard fleshy pole. Once fully inside her Dave pulled Marsha forward until she was resting against his chest then, while inserting two fingers into her asshole pushed his lips against hers and invaded her mouth with his tongue. Still deprived of her sight, Marsha concentrated on her other senses. Her nostrils flared with the mingled smells of her master's body and her own hot sex. The sound of her masters hot breath and his tiny grunts of pleasure added to her excitement. The feel of her breasts rubbing against his hairy chest kept her nipples almost painfully hard. Above all else the feel of all three of her orifices being filled by him simultaneously while his arms held her so tightly she was almost deprived of breath gave her a new and unexpected feeling. Marsha relaxed and enjoyed the peace of being totally possessed. The growl started low and deep inside Marsha unnoticed by either her self or her owner. It built becoming louder and higher pitched as she rode his large hard cock in time to his tongue thrusting into her mouth and his fingers fucking in and out of her ass. Then, just when she was about to cum again Dave pulled her down onto his cock and held her tighter than ever. "Still, sit still, don't move a muscle." He ordered breaking off the kiss, and talking directly into her ear. Marsha strained to obey him. Every muscle in her body wanted to move, wanted to writhe and undulate with the coming orgasm. Dave held her tight against him self and continued to speak into her ear. "Don't move. Just sit still and concentrate on the cock inside you." Dave had pulled his fingers from her rear hole and now held her tight with both hands stroking up and down her back. "Just concentrate on what it feels like to have your cunt stretched and filled by my hard cock." Marsha's growl turned into a pitiful begging whine. Every instinct told her to fuck herself as hard as she could on the cock invading her cunt. Marsha's whole body began to tremble with the strain of not moving. The hands, gently caressing her back and butt, added to the desire to violently fuck herself on her master's cock. Marsha felt like the cock inside her began to grow even bigger. If felt like she had been sitting on this monstrously huge cock, rocking on the precipice of orgasm, for her entire life. Once or twice she started to loose control and tried to move her self on the fleshy rod inside of her. Each time Dave held her still more tightly. The entire time he talked gently into her ear about the 'feel of the cock' . Marsha was only vaguely aware that Dave was moving as he slipped his hand between them, all she could think about was the feeling that she would go insane if she wasn't allowed to fuck, and cum, soon. She was caught totally by surprise when Dave's hand reached its goal and pinched her hard, engorged clitoris. The scream was ear splitting, her body went into convulsions, it was hard to tell whether it was a reaction of pain or pleasure. Dave continued to squeeze the tender nub of flesh between his thumb and forefinger as he enjoyed the way her convulsing body and spasming cunt worked his hard cock. Dave, remembering how good it felt to have his cock buried in her cunt while she struggled for air that first night, wrapped his other arm around her head and used his hand to pinch her nose and cover her mouth. She was like a wild animal. Dave loved the way her cunt under the combined influence of orgasm, pain and suffocation, clutched at his cock and milked cum from his balls as he drained himself into her. His own orgasm finished Dave finally released both Marsha's clitoris and her mouth and allowed her to collapse her head resting on his shoulder as she gasped for air. They sat like that until Dave's shriveling cock slipped from her cunt allowing a flow of cum to dribble to the floor below. As his own strength returned Dave pushed Marsha into a sitting position, still straddling his lap with her wet dripping cunt open to his view. Dave gently probed her with his fingers. "Well, bitch, I think it's time for us to go to bed." Dave could see, and feel her body tense with fear. "You've been a good little fuck puppy so I won't put you back into the cell for know." Her body relaxed and she began to rock her cunt back and forth on his fingers. Dave pulled his fingers out of her and took her over to the bed on her hands and knees. He allowed her to sniff and feel the pet bed he had set up for her. Dave had purchased the largest rattan dog bed he could find. I was just big enough for Marsha to curl up in. "As long as you are a good little bitch and do as you are told you will be allowed to sleep here. If do not behave you will go back into your cell. I am hooking a chain to your training color, and I will hook the other end to the bedpost. If I desire your services during the knight I will pull on the chain. When I pull on the chain you will climb into my bed. When I am finished fucking you, you will wait until I have gone back to sleep then slip out of my bed without waking me and return to your bed." Dave cuffed her hands behind her back and allowed her to curl up in her bed. Then, putting on a pair of pants, Dave went out to the front yard and collected his morning papers. Returning to the house Dave started a cup of coffee brewing then looked in on Marsha. Finding Marsha already sleeping Dave collected his cup then went into his workroom to sip coffee and read the papers. Coffee and papers finished Dave rose from his chair intending to go to bed when he saw a flashing icon telling him he had email. Normally he would have ignored it until after he had slept. "What the heck" he thought as he clicked the mouse and opened the message. Dave stared at the screen and slowly sank back into his chair. He looked away, then looked back at the screen and read the message again. "I know you have her." Was all that it said. ===================================================================== End part two- let me know how you like it at normdeploom@yahoo.com More of Marsha's adventures will be coming as time permits. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----