Message-ID: <19313eli$9901240427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Mahgirb@webtv.net Subject: "Reaching for the Limits of Heather" (M/f,sm,tor,extreme) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII Content-Disposition: Inline X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAtAhQTpW05QA/68+jaSC5soD59mwXdMwIVAIHZG4tdq+0zxCT5J1V7B1KR0a7a 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: <2722-36AA704D-7@newsd-122.bryant.webtv.net> Do not read this if you are underage or easily offended by extreme sex and torture set into a purely fictional account. "Our Heroine, Heather, faces self-reflection..." She felt that he could not push the dildo in any further. Heather's ass was already dripping precipitously with a combination of cum and blood and sweat. The gangbang had been going on now for six, maybe seven hours; Heather lost count. Her Master was an extremely demanding individual. And this was just one out of many demanding nights that Heather had faced. Her Master after all was the one who thrilled to see her exhibit a growing interest in dancing at Kenny's Gold Club downtown. She had no idea how much money could be made with her body and her personality. Heather soon found out. In her first rookie week, she netted over $1200. She was ecstatic and her Master, though behaving cooly, was pleased. Once she had the cash in hand, she insisted on going shopping with her Master. They bought a variety of skimpy clothes and scandalous toys on their fun trips. The dildo penetrating her ass was one of those toys. It was easily 7 inches long and painfully wide. Her Master had instructed her to work her way up to this dildo, but Heather had been reluctant about letting anything discover her tender virgin asshole, so she kept putting it off. Now, as the strangers pummeled her raw ass again and again with this 7-inch monster, Heather wished to God that she had implemented her Master's knowing advice. Heather reminded herself again that it was useless to resist her attraction to her Master, and, as this experience was teaching her, it was also foolish to ignore his expert advice. She was not sure how many slaves he had trained previously, or how far he had trained them, and frankly she wasn't sure that she really wanted to know the truth. All Heather wanted to be was his The Favorite Slave. After the "gentlemen" were finished having fun with the messy dildo, one of them brought it over to Heather's mouth. A dick presently occupying her lips and mouth had to be removed in order to properly present the slimy metal dildo. Then, Heather was not so much told what to do as she knew what was expected of her. She eagerly sucked and licked on the dildo that was from end to end covered in juices and fluids. Heather always enjoyed the taste of her Master's cum in her mouth, and she never resisted a chance to taste her own pussy juices, but this dark and wet combination of taboo flavors almost caused her to throw up. She fought the urge and galantly lunged her throat forward for the dildo. Heather made quick work of the liquids, and, as she had already consumed several Crown Royal Cokes before, the taste of it seemed diluted and inoffensive. She and her Master had met quite on different terms, and in fact, Heather had guessed to him to be a rather soft and sensitive-only type of man. The darkness that pushed from within was often well-concealed by his wit and charm. What she did not know then would serve to please her over and over in the future of their relationship; hurt her and please her simulataneously. As Heather dropped the dildo from her exhausted mouth, she glanced up at him and remembered how dashing he dressed that first night on their first date. Her Master only acknowledged her with a slight but approving grin, saying nothing verbally, but saying volumes with his dispassionate exterior. Her Master handed the cat o' nine tails to the most vicious-looking of them, but internally, Heather knew that the cat had never been very painful to her. It left a few stray marks, and sometimes those marks would elicit queries from the other girls and patrons, but the pain was not so intense. The tails of this whip echoed their violence in the hollowness of the warehouse, but Heather could still wear a pleased expression under her blonde hair. The only trials she had to undergo were the occasional visits of the needle family. Her Master had a set of sharp needles that he liked to command into her breast meat and her nipples. Heather recalled one night actually asking for the needles in her breasts without any provocation whatsoever. She could still feel the steel poking through her flesh as she was forcing to look down and observe the state of her body with two dozen 2" needles sticking inside her. Her Master playfully poked her shaved pussy lips, but he never had mentally prepared Heather for that invasion, so he relented. Without speaking her mind, Heather wondered how long it would be before she begged him to use the needles on her tender clit and pussy lips. One night at a friend's house, Heather even had gotten herself drunk enough to say that she would drink his piss. Her Master calmly noted this acsension and some days later, without her knowledge he added one part piss to every four parts liquid she drank. Whether it was orange juice or Sprite, anything but water, he would produce a small amount of his own piss and enjoy a silent internal smile as Heather downed the contents. He gleamed at the knowledge that Heather was already further down that road to absolute slavery than she herself knewn. The next stage for Heather, her Master felt, was to begin the physical alterations. Heather's body was already getting tighter and more physically fit with the new workout routines and the constant club dancing. Now, the other items that started out as mere suggestions were on the agenda to be accomplished. Heather's breasts were young and appealing at size 36C, but she envied the girls with larger breasts and enjoyed having larger breasts than those with A and B cup sizes. Her Master had discovered a natural herbal supplement from sources in the Orient which would allow for "natural" increases in her bust size. Eventually, with repeated and regular intakes, Heather's breasts would measure 38D, maybe even double-D. Of course, he planned on Heather wearing the same size clothes, only she would be nearly busting through them. And her Master had several areas that he wanted to pierce either by his own hand, or with a shop professional. Heather already liked the temporary tattoos that he drew on her body, and the more it was mentioned, the more she opened up to the idea of having her navel pierced, and maybe her nipples, and... It was evident that everything with Heather should first start out as a harmless suggestion and within some waiting period, the idea would foster a real desire. Heather never could imagine having her ass fucked so violently, but it was being done right now. She never imagined anything more than a good spanking from her lover, yet her ass was being whipped hard by four or more strangers in a dark, abandoned alley. In the four years that she knew her High School sweetheart, she never once swallowed his cum. Now, not only was she begging for her Master's cum down her throat, she was---as per his instruction---begging for the plentiful cum of raunchy and faceless men. She honestly felt disappointed and dispondent when she could not catch all of her Master's jetting cum. Little did she know she had been getting more of it than she imagined. Almost as with their first date, her Master had been depositing his cum (from frequent masturbation) in a glass that was to be Heather's glass whenever she visited. Thus, when he poured a drink in her glass, he simply topped off the cum with the other juice. All along, her Master had been conditioning Heather to enjoy his taste. Heather was writhing in a little pain and a lot of pleasure as the cat was lifted again off her ass and then laid into her flesh. She openly begged for its return. The whole scene was causing the other men to return their cocks to hardness. They wanted to drive into her again with rage and abandon. Her Master had promised them a wild ride and so far he was accurate with his description of his slave. The moment the men laid eyes on his beauty wearing only a thick black collar and platform heels, their engorged cocks became fully engorged cocks. Her Master thorougly enjoyed putting Heather on display with her collar and leash. They had entered many a mainstream club with her outrageous outfit and no one ever offered a negative word. The truth being that every man wanted a submissive woman like that and every woman either wanted to be controlled like that or at least the object of such acute attention. And if the darker truth were chronicled, every man in those rooms would have loved to be in this room, fucking her pussy, then her ass, and finally whipping her mercilessly with a cat o'nine tails. Heather still screamed out for more. She yelled for more whipping. The first participant actually wore out before she did and had to relinquish the whip to a fresher set of arms. The incessant whipping continued and Heather's breathing grew more frantic. One of the previously spent men regained his erection and leaned his throbbing member toward Heather's face. She noticed his large cock and swiped at it with her skilled tongue. He did not need much compelling, as the whipping and the marks on her ass propelled his cock to spurt directly into her eyes and mouth. Heather instinctly wanted to wipe the cum from her sight but her hands were still tightly tied behind her back, as they had been for the duration of the night. Instead, Heather just had to suffer the inconvenience and the humiliation of having thick, gooey cum drying in her eyes. Another man suddenly burst forth and held her head up quickly with her blonde hair. He groaned and released the pressure from his growing cock. Into her mouth directly he deposited his cum, load after load. Heather wantonly gulped and swallowed, knowing that her Master was watching her performance. She did not wish to disappoint him. The man behind her never once broke his stride with the whip. Heather's face was awash in cum, and she absently licked at the excess that developed around the corners of her mouth. Another man had had too much beer to drink and rather than displace his cum, he promptly decided to give her his stream of piss. He yanked on her blonde hair and forced her jaws open again, aiming his forceful liquid at her quivering tongue. He splashed her tongue and the back of her throat with the yellowish spray. Heather fought the notion of vomit and tried her best to keep up with the constant smelly steam. The whip man pulled back on her hair and this elicited further moans of pleasure; Heather absolutely loved having her hair pulled. That was one of the compelling reasons she let her hair grow out. Of course, the long hair was her Master's suggestion first, but she soon fell in love with the idea and the look. Heather could not feel much of her ass flesh anymore, as the whipping continued and the previous ass-fucking had numbed her considerably. She did register a new sensation though when the whip man pulled out his small pocket knife and began making tiny flesh wounds on her ass. The skin was already raised in many places, so he just skimmed the surface with his knife, drawing more pain than blood. Still, Heather was shocked by this and she tried to shake the dried cum from her eyes to see if her Master was going to stop this cutting. Her eyes however were practically glued shut and she couldn't make out the figure of her Master in the gray room. Sensing that she was about to protest, one of the men quickly thrust her discarded thong panties into her mouth and wrapped several bands of electrical taped around her face to secure the makeshift gag. Heather started to fear for her life now, and as a consequence, her body made frantic convulsions and protests, fighting everything going on around her. Finally, she heard a familiar voice lean into her ear. "You are my slave, Heather. If you don't behave I will just find someone else to be My Favorite Slave. Is that what you want?" Heather took no time to think about this question. Her head shook no, immediately, and this meant that the limits of Heather could be reached out even further. The End? Author's Note: Only YOUR COMMENTS can keep this story alive. If you like what you read, do not hesitate to write: Mahgirb@webtv.net Slave Heather would like to hear from anyone out there as well. She is allowed to respond to your comments if they are directed to her. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----