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Model T - part 1 (nearly everything)

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This short story is not for minors or anyone else that doesn't like to
read about young ladies being taken advantage of. This is copyright
(c) 2001, by Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long as no
charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is
archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the
archive. No fee paying archives though except with my express
permission.

This story contains scenes of inter-racial rape, forced fellatio,
sexual torture, corporal punishment, extreme humiliation and
bestiality, so be warned. Other than that its kinda cute.

This is all pure fiction, the figment of a peculiar mind (You don't
honestly believe its real do you?) So no characters in it are based on
real people, either living or dead. Don't flame me if you don't like
my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have
constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more
spoonbender@hotmail.com.

************ (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *******************

It was a swanky society party. All the cream of the town were going to
be there and in this town that means movie executives, big name stars
and beautiful starlets galore.

And truckloads of money to be made.

Especially to a team of especially dedicated paparazzi; of a rather
special kind. Who serviced a very select group of clients. 

But these were not just any old guys shooting grainy pictures across
an ill lit parking lot. No these guys were special, they shot full
color movies, with sound. 

They were that sort of special.

People would spend a fortune just to know who is sleeping with whom,
never mind getting actual footage of it. Only available to discerning
collectors you understand, cuckolded husbands and wives needn't apply,
they cause too much trouble, as they are hardly discrete.

And discretion was the key when you are interested in continuing to
earn those fat, more-ish pay offs while having a little fun.

They'd installed the cameras with the remote feeds a few days earlier.
The team who were installing the elaborate lighting suddenly got a few
new workmates who were 'working on a special security project'. They
shrugged and got on with their work, a security system, given the
number of VIPs there were going to be here, hardly rated a second
glance.

So they spent days humping miniature microwave dishes and low light
cameras into the huge rambling mansion. Secreting them at strategic
points around the building, especially in the bedrooms.

When tested they worked perfectly. They may have looked rough; three
unshaven black men, muscled and fierce and invariably dressed in
black, but they were ruthlessly good at their job.

Until the party got properly underway they'd have little to do, even
on the night. But they had to keep a sharp look out for the discovery
of one of the cameras. It was tedious dull work even though the RUV
was comfortable with live feeds of both sound and crystal clear vision
to banks of monitors mounted on the wall and their attendant
recorders.

But they'd spent three straight days cooped up together and they were
starting to miss their pussy. So they were more than a little tense.

It was pretty dull until well after midnight. A total of three couples
broke off from the crowd and consummated a quick fumble in one of the
bedrooms. But they were all non-entities apart from a cute little
blond who wanted that part so bad that she was prepared to sleep with
that crusty old director. Her barely 25 and him almost at retiring
age, and fat and wrinkled; but she still sucked him with gusto and
fucked him with glee.

They decided to file that one, it may come in handy later.

You see they also had a nice little sideline in discrete blackmail.
Years after the starlet got caught en flagrante, usually when she was
climbing the movie hierarchy, she'd get a package. 

With a film in it. 

And a little note tucked inside.

They always went to the address they'd been provided with. Sometimes
it took a couple of threats, but these men were professionals and so
they usually had more evidence on hand. If a girl was going to work
her way up through the ranks with her legs open then these men usually
managed to capture it on film.

And she'd be 'urged' to make another film. Usually featuring some
perversion thought up by the buyer of the resultant movie. Most
involved dogs and so their hound got nearly as much pussy as they
themselves did. They'd always get a fuck from the star in question
first though, in payment as it were for taking the time to set this
up.

How many movie stars, untouchable goddesses, do you think there are
that haven't made a K9 movie in a dirty cellar down by the docks? You
think about that when you next watch your favorite screen goddess in
action. You can't help admiring the way she has with animals can
you......?

And what's more, these guys never got caught.

Ever! Not even close.

As I said they were good at what they did.

As the evening revved up, various couples paired up and made their way
to the bedrooms.

Usually with their own spouses. But even these movies paid a premium,
if presented to the right collector. Who wouldn't pay to watch two of
their favorite movie stars fuck each other's brains out? That's if
they'd supply you of course. They had a very discrete supply chain,
very tenuously linked to them so they were always at arms length from
the actual merchandising.  Anyway the clients were especially chosen
and very wealthy so they could indulge themselves.

The party was in full swing when Earl noticed a door moving on camera
26. It was the hesitant way it swung that piqued his interest.
Hesitation like this usually meant something immoral, and profitable,
was about to happen.

In a way it was a disappointment when the lone girl staggered into the
room and then flopped on the bed. Alone.

The door was still open and she seemed to have passed out, her sky
blue miniskirt having ridden up her flawless legs to expose her
glistening tight silk panties.

Earl called the other guys over from where they were played a
desultory game of poker.

"Look at that", he said as he stabbed the screen with his finger, "if
that ain't an invitation to a rape party, I don't know what is?"

They all stared at the screen for a moment then a gleam came into the
bosses' eye.

"Don't mean to say it has to be no white boy, now does it?"

"You mean?"

"Hell yeah. We got those waiters' monkey suits. We just mosey on
through with a tray of empty glasses. All the way through the house
and close that door." He paused and looked at them, "with us on the
inside. What you say brothers?"

Earl looked at her and licked his lips. She looked mighty fine laying
there. What would it feel like to plunge between those soft white
thighs? He turned to the leader, "I'm in," he rasped.

They carried bags as well as trays but no-one seemed to notice. They
got hassled to fetch drinks a couple of times and had even found time
to lift some bags of coke that were strewn around. But eventually they
were in the same wing as camera 26. They went into an adjacent bedroom
and took off their jackets and shirts, before pulling on tight black
tee shirts and black ski masks.

Then they entered her room.

Quietly closing and locking the door they turned and surveyed her.

She was stunningly beautiful, an aspiring actress for sure, with a
sweet innocent face that would drive the fans wild. They'd never seen
her before and she'd probably end up like most of the others; in bit
parts or taking orders for fries.

So this wasn't for profit. This was for fun.

They'd brought along 3 movie cameras, with lights, that they mounted
on spindly lightweight tripods. Covering all of her angles from where
she lay on the bed.

They tried shaking her but she was virtually comatose with the
combination of strong drink and drugs.

They stripped her, careful to catch every nuance of her unwitting
humiliation as they shed her clothes. They pulled her around posing
her for the high quality still camera they'd brought, the one that
would provide the blackmail pictures if she ever became big enough.

When she was naked they all stood around her, admiring her laying
there straddling the bed, her limbs stretched out, while their hands
slowly pumped their thick black cocks.

And the video cameras whirred almost silently.

The first guy dropped between her legs and lifted her buttocks with
both hands, guiding her pussy towards his massive erection. He
maneuvered her body like it was a toy as he lined himself up. He tried
to enter her a few times but she was too dry and far too tight. 

He didn't want to damage her so he started spitting on his hand and
rubbing the goo along his cock as he gazed down on her.

Finally he was satisfied and he started to push inside. He was being
as careful as he could but she was so fucking tight. It seemed like he
had to push at her for hours before he finally felt the slap of his
balls on her ass-cheeks.

He gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size, then he was off.
Slowly at first, because he didn't want her to wake up, but then
faster and faster as his lust increased. He just ended up throwing her
around like a rag doll and had her feet tucked around his ears as he
unleashed himself into her.

She moaned a little and murmured something as he spurted inside, but
it might just have been a bad dream because she didn't stir as he
pulled out.

She was sopping by now so the other two had an easier time with her.
But both were careful to cum as deeply inside as they could to save
them having to clear up too much evidence afterwards.

They kept her legs tied high to the bed-head for a few minutes as they
filmed every inch of her body, especially her glistening cunt. Finally
her cunt started to lose it crimson color and her inner lips
contracted sealing the sperm inside her. They carefully slathered
antiseptic cream over her pussy and worked it in, then patted her dry.
The swelling went down and the blood started to drain from her
pussylips.

They took great pains to clean her up and dress her exactly as she was
before the rape.

Then they left her on the bed, with the heating turned up as high as
possible to add to the dehydration that would give her such a painful
hangover in the morning. So bad that she wouldn't notice any residual
soreness in her pussy.

(********************* (c)2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com
****************)

That was the highlight of their careers, that caper.

Oh they did other stuff. Set up a few stars to make a bunch of movies
and all that.

But it was over. It was as if it was recognized, but unvoiced amongst
them, that taking that beauty was some sort of pinnacle. 

It was Earl that broke them up in the end. The huge, coal black guy
with a redneck name. He'd fell in with a woman, who in turn found that
the unsocial hours they kept were putting a crimp in her love life.

So he left.

Just like that.

It just wasn't the same after that, and so the two guys just drifted
apart. 

One guy ended up dying in a drug battle.

Earl ended up with 5 kids and a job in an airplane factory.

The boss, who everyone referred to as 'Blood' got into other lines of
work. A bit of pimping, some pushing, a bit of white slavery, hell the
merchandise was everywhere so he just picked it up and shipped it over
the border getting other types of white gold in return.

He also got the tapes.

So he still had the blackmail caper going, but now he added new twists
like he'd whore them between them making movies. Discretely of course.

But as far as this girl was concerned she'd dropped out of sight.

It was a pity because she'd been a gorgeous piece of ass and he had
fond recollections of her tight pussy and slim naked body taking his
seed. Totally unaware.

And he enjoyed his endless speculations.....

Maybe she'd had some misgivings in the morning. Maybe she thought she
had been fucked but couldn't remember by who? Her career would be dead
in hours if she'd accused the cream of Hollywood of raping her. She
would shudder in horror at the thought of all the guys lining up for
DNA tests. Glaring at her...........!

It was easier for her to just say fuck all. Or maybe she had cried
'rape' and they'd just hushed it up and just hustled her out of town.
It's happened before you know.

Whatever it was she disappeared straight after.

It was a couple of years later that he saw her again, and he instantly
realized why he'd missed her in the movies, she wasn't an actress
after all. She was a model. A huge star on the European circuit who
was just starting to make it big in the USA.

He saw her on a fashion TV program he accidentally switched on one
day. He dropped his feet to the floor as he leaned closer to the tube.

There was no doubt about it. It was her alright, he remembered that
tiny birthmark, shaped like a heart, on her right shoulder.

He jotted down her name. Trina White, English, 22 years old, the new
shape of European fashion. With a perfect body that caused millions of
teenaged girls to starve themselves trying to get close to emulating.

And she was a fundamentalist Christian. No sex before marriage, no
current boyfriend, coy, unapproachable. And the dream of every
adolescent in the world.

Fuck she'd make a fortune if he could snare her. Pimping her out
discretely around the world between photo shoots. The daylight hours
would find her posing under hot studio lights and night would find her
humping under hot perverted millionaires.

He almost salivated at the prospect.

But that Christianity thing might prove to be a problem. Especially as
he only had the one piece of evidence. He'd have to be careful how he
played this. He didn't want her to renounce her career and go to the
Police because of her conscience. It might just land him with a rape
charge, he knew he could counter it but then she'd slip through his
fingers. And he didn't want that.

It became like a game to him. His business almost ran itself by now
and it was so slick that he had the hapless girls strapped naked to a
cot in the back of a cantina mere hours after they'd stepped off the
bus, suitcase in hand and with stars in their eyes. And in return he
got high-grade crack cocaine delivered straight to his dealers. He
just kept an eye on discipline and the money.

So he had time to spare.

He became mildly obsessed with her, following her on the internet and
in the fashion pages. He even got a couple of private detectives on
her ass. All the time trying to work out how he could get close enough
to her to deliver the initial tape. He had to be there to deal with
the consequences and progress with his plan.

In the end it turned out to be ludicrously simple.

She was coming for a screen test in Hollywood and staying with a well
known actress who lived in a secluded beach-house down by the ocean.

How did he know? Because he set it up. The actress was one of his
girls. Caught cheating on her then husband a couple of times, before
taking part in a drunken gang-bang. All faithfully recorded on film,
which would have jarred somewhat with the virgin, wholesome, family
personae she portrayed on screen.

Of course his target was delighted. To be staying by a private beach
was one thing, but staying with a famous film-star was yet another. It
was as if she was being taken directly into the bosom of Hollywood
society.

So she accepted.

She did the screen test and won the part, which was due to start
filming in 6 months. In the meantime she was offered the exclusive use
of the house by the star who was off filming in Morocco for 6 months.
Our girl had been on a two year marathon tour since she was last here
and she was feeling jaded, so she decided to hang out here for a few
months until the movie started. She phoned her agent and told him to
cancel any outstanding contracts.

Blood left her alone for 2 weeks to let her get used to her solitude
and to let her guard down. She felt fairly safe because the only ways
to the house were by sea or by a tortuous winding track. Whichever way
was chosen she'd be able to spot them and call the Police.

She went out on occasion and was usually gone for several hours,
seldom less than 2. He saw glimpses of her as she drove by his
hideaway and his nuts tightened as he saw her bouncing along in her
open topped jeep dressed in short cut offs and a gingham shirt with no
arms, her hair tied in a cute ponytail. She looked as fresh and
inviting as the day he'd taken her, more so if anything because now
she had the poise and grace of a trained model.

One day as her car disappeared over the rise, he hightailed it towards
the house, he'd already scoped out the security system and he was able
to pull up directly outside the front door. Years of subterfuge
getting his hidden cameras in place told him exactly what to look for,
plus of course he had gotten the security codes from his blackmailee.

He breached the security easily and went to work installing cameras
and feeds back to the recorders hidden in the RUV. Then he installed
his other equipment before he drove back up the track about half a
mile from her house, where a disused track, overgrown and slick with
wet grass, lay partly hidden. He drove his RUV deep into the trees and
pulled branches around it to camouflage it.

He went back to the house and got busy tidying up before finally
leaving a note propped up in a prominent place on the hall table. Then
he crouched in a closet and waited.

She came back around 2 hours later. It was mid afternoon and the light
was perfect.

He heard her kick off her boots and drop her shopping on a chair in
the hall. Then there was a pause as she evidently read the note.

"Is there anyone there?" she sounded nervous and scared.

He heard her fumbling in a drawer, "I've got a gun, I'll shoot you if
you don't come out now."

He stayed silent.

He heard her shuffle into the lounge to see the huge widescreen tv
turned on with the dvd splash-screen showing.

"Turn on the DVD" was all that was on the note.

He heard the whine as it started and the creak of the chair as she
perched on its edge.

He peeked through the partly opened door, he could see the side of her
head and a side view of the screen from his vantage point. He couldn't
see the action, but he could hear it. He'd taken a few liberties and
had dubbed cries of pleasure onto the original together with cries of;

"That's right Trina Cumslut grind that pussy round my cock,"

And,

"Milk me, milk that spunk right out of my balls into that tight little
pussy."

It was extremely well done too. It should have been, it had cost
enough. They'd analyzed her voice and had done a masterful job of
working out what she'd sound like in the throes of lust. It certainly
fooled her.

She gazed at the screen, mindless to anything else as she watched
herself fucking three huge, masked black-men and obviously enjoying
it.

It certainly looked like her, but she couldn't remember it. Maybe it
was just someone who resembled her and this was some form of sick
joke.

Then snippets started to connect.

She recognized the room, then the skirt, then her hairstyle, then her
little birthmark as they casually undressed her.

A tear trickled down her cheek as the memory fragments started to
reassemble. While on screen they fed their long black cocks into her
unresisting mouth.

She'd only been passing through. She was modeling a new perfume ad
further down the coast and was just transiting on her way back to
London when someone she had met on the shoot had invited her to a wild
party. He was a smarmy git and she soon got shot of him and mixed in
with the party crowd.

She was urged to take things she'd never dreamed of before and soon
became wildly out of it. Her escort had taken off with a honey blond
and so she had hung around for a while but when a couple of men
started to try and fondle her she roused herself enough to get up and
make her way to a bedroom to crash out, before things started getting
out of hand.

It seemed to take hours to get to the room, eventually she saw a
welcoming bed, through a partly opened door and she fell into its
embrace. The room swam for a few minutes and she tried to sit up but
the rush of blood to her head made her dizzy and she flopped back.
Then it all went black.

When she had woken up she felt like hell. Her mouth was dry and tasted
foul and her head was pounding. It took her three attempts to get
enough energy together to fumble her way to the shower.

She'd soaped herself all over but didn't notice anything unusual about
her pussy. It was her head that concerned her with its incessant thump
and her heaving stomach. She tried to retch but nothing came except a
thin dribble. She slumped against the bowl hugging herself and wanting
to die.

At the time, she had thought that it was just a violent hangover that
was a sign from God that she should not take alcohol or drugs again.
But now she knew different.

She'd also been raped!

Not once either, but 3 times.

And she hadn't realized at the time.

He could see the tears streaming from her eyes and the quiet sobs as
she watched herself being used like a common cum-slut on the screen.
She knew that those cries weren't her, but no one else would believe
it.

Now was the time for him to make his move.

He silently climbed out of the closet and went over to the sofa where
she was sitting, her head in her hands.

She didn't have a gun just a paperknife; he reached down and snatched
it away making her yelp in fright. She had been so deep into her pity
party she'd failed to notice his presence.

"Who..who are you?" she quavered.

"It came out pretty well I thought......... Damn you were tight."

"You....." the tears fell faster, "you raped meeee!" She launched
herself at him but he caught and held her easily. He held her two
hands together with one of his then used his freehand to grab one of
her tits and squeeze and turn it like a door handle on a particularly
stubborn door.

"Sir down and watch the movie bitch. I went to a lot of trouble to
make this for you, so the least you can do is watch it."

She struggled against him, her eyes closed tight in pain as he
maneuvered her back onto the couch next to him.

"If I let your hands go you promise you won't do anything stupid?" he
asked brandishing the knife.

She shook her head fearfully while gazing at the long sharp knife half
buried in his paw.

"Good now lets watch the movie like good people then afterwards we'll
talk."

It lasted for another hour or so as she watched them cleaning her
screen image so no trace of her rape was visible. Finally making the
heating adjustments that made her hangover so fierce.

A tear crawled down her cheek as she remembered.

"Thanks for sharing with me," he smirked.

She looked down at her lap, her eyes misty with tears waiting for him
to drop his bombshell. She knew it was coming. They both knew she
wouldn't like this to leak out, whatever the cost.

"Of course a film like this costs a lot of money to make...."

"What do you want?" she murmured as she looked up at him, "how much do
you want for it?"

"Well before we get down to negotiations like that I for one would
like to relax a bit, chug some beers, shoot the breeze, shoot some
sperm..." he looked at her meaningfully and she looked away.

"What about if I went to the Police?" she asked.

"And say what? That you were raped, over two years ago? Imagine the
questions eh? 'Who were they?',  I don't know they wore masks. No DNA,
no evidence, nothing. And when they see that video then they'd see you
were just a cum-slut who was enjoying every minute of it. And think
what this do to your career if this gets out, I doubt if there will be
any decent roles for you except in porn flicks. Is this going in?"

He twisted her head by her hair until she was facing him, "I asked you
whether you were getting all this." Their eyes locked for a minute
then she looked down and nodded, "I know what you want," she muttered.

He let her head go, "and what's that bitch?"

"That you'll give me that tape if I agree to sleep with you," she
said, her voice dull and lifeless.

"That'd be a start," he laughed.

"A start?"

"Oh yes. You see Trina, I got plans for you. And me fucking you is
only a tiny part of them."

She stared at him for long seconds, the tears welling in her eyes,
then dropped her head in submission. He'd expected much more of a
fight and was having trouble coming to terms with her sudden
capitulation. Then an idea occurred to him. It was a long shot but...

"So what happened to the baby?"

She jerked like she'd be physically struck, "how did you...?"

"Because I'm the daddy that's why. What happened to my boy?"

"Yours..?" she sniveled, "I thought it was...."

She remembered that party at the end of the Mexican shoot. She was a
minor model then of course, doing background or group stuff. Looking
sultry amongst other sultry temptresses. She'd met this Latin American
cameraman and they found they enjoyed each other's company. They'd had
a party on the last night and she'd blushed but got strangely hot when
a couple of the models let the alcohol and pot drown their
inhibitions. Swaying topless on top of a table or dashing nude around
the room with gangs of drunken men chasing them. She giggled and
snuggled into his arms.

The two of them sneaked out and made love under the stars with the
gentle swish of the waves lapping on the shoreline the only sounds
disturbing the velvet night. She lost her virginity that night, but it
had felt right and she was happy. Unfortunately he couldn't accompany
her back to London straight away, He had another shoot and he was
going to meet her in a month or so. She never saw him again.

She flew up to Los Angeles the next day.

It was nearly two months later that she knew with any certainty that
she was pregnant. The tests proved it. He'd worn a condom, but it must
have leaked.

As a Christian she wrestled with her conscience. It was bad enough
that she'd had sex at all but to get pregnant at the same time? Her
career or her faith? She decided to compromise; she had her abortion
but vowed she'd never have another and so eschewed all contact with
men after that, until she met a good Christian Mr Right.

No-one had known about the baby. Until now.

"You aborted it didn't you? You aborted my baby? How'd you think that
makes me feel?"

"Makes you feel? Makes you feel? You forced that baby into me, I
didn't want your baby. I didn't want anybodies baby." She started
sobbing again.

"I guess we could put it right," he mused.

She looked at him, "put it right?" she hiccupped.

"Yeah, make it all good again. Like it was ordained," he said
craftily.

"What do you mean?"

"You mean you don't know? And you being a good God fearing woman and
all?"

She shook her head.

"You were obviously meant to have my baby and you took God's judgment
upon yourself by getting rid of it. So as I see it the best way to
right this wrong..... Is for me to put it right back in there again."

Suddenly it dawned on her what he was saying and a spark came back
into her eyes, "you mean you want me to let you get me pregnant again?
Just lie there and take it while you destroy my life. You must be out
of your mind, I'll never let you do that."

This was more like it! He smiled - he liked balling feisty women.
"Maybe I'll just do it anyway, I'll be fully justified, I'll be doing
God's work," he puffed out his chest in mock pride.

She looked at him in horror, "you're crazy you know that. I'd rather
lose my career and work in a McDonalds rather than submit to a forced
pregnancy."

"Oh yeah," he smirked.

"Yeah," she said defiantly then made a lunge for the knife. He merely
blocked her with his long arm then threw the knife across the room
where it stuck in the top of the doorjamb. He then pushed her back on
the sofa and his hand grabbed the top of her Tee shirt.

Her hands tried to pull his away but he was far too powerful and he
ripped it apart with ease. Immediately her hands folded over her
chest.

"Don't be modest baby, I've seen it all before remember?"

He then jerked open her cut offs and, hooking her panties, he hauled
them all down beyond her knees. He then used his foot to push them
down and off, leaving her in just her bra. She kicked and struggled
but he was immensely strong and he again grabbed both of her wrists in
one hand while his other tore her bra open exposing her tits.

She looked magnificent naked, the continuous toning of her body over
the last two years had paid off and her body was sleek and inviting.

"No, no, I won't let you," she screamed as she tried to struggle away
from him.

"Maybe you just ain't got no choice in the matter," he smirked as he
jammed his knee between her thighs.

She tried to jab her knee in his groin but he merely twisted and
dropped his other knee between her thighs, which he then used to pry
her apart. He pushed his pants down and unleashed his tool with his
other hand so she saw, for the first time, the weapon that had already
blasted her into maternity once and was now about to repeat the trick.
The difference being this time was that she was conscious and aware. 

Painfully aware.

He dropped onto her, pulling her arms way up above her head then
fumbled between her thighs. She struggled and squirmed trying to throw
him off but he remorselessly pushed his bloated tool up against her
dry crack.

"Ain't got the time for any foreplay with you being so fidgety and
all, so you just got to take it dry. So this may hurt some."

With that he rammed himself inside her. She screamed and thrashed like
a madwoman. She pulled at her hands, her pain giving her the strength
of ten and he had to use both hands to avoid her flailing fingernails
as he continued to jam his meat inside her.

"No, no for the love of God no," she screamed but he just kept pushing
in his inexorable way until she was fully impaled.

Her legs were kicking wildly and still she thrashed from side to side,
desperately seeking to throw him off. But it was too late for her.

He let go of her hands and they tried to claw for his face, but he
just laughed then leaned back until he was kneeling, his hands tightly
grasping her hips, holding her in place to receive him, while her
hands desperately tried to claw at his iron grip.

"Here we go baby," he crowed then started banging away at her.

She tried to struggle up but he just kept knocking back down again as
he thrust deeply inside her with long, brutal strokes.

Her head was thrashing from side to side and her hands were balled
into fists as his power overwhelmed her meager strength. She panted
and whimpered with each thrust putting on a hell of a show for the
cameras as she was brutally raped.

If nothing else came out of this he'd end up getting some serious
money for this little movie. After he'd carefully edited his head out
of course. He laughed to himself then started to increase his pace.

She looked up at him with begging eyes.

She looked so cute he couldn't help himself and he started to feel the
sensations travel up from the base of his spine, growing like a
tumultuous weed until it encompassed the whole of his groin as his
orgasm started to take root.

"Here comes the aaah will of God babe," he panted then groaned loudly
as his seed started to explode inside her.

She screamed, covering her eyes with her hands as she felt him pollute
her. He was the only man in her life that had ever had sex more than
once with her and both times were condomless rapes. She shuddered in
revulsion as he twisted her hips, squeezing the last few drops of his
orgasm into her as he achieved consummation.

He stopped and looked down at her as his cock lost its insistence,
"there you go, we just put the world to rights again. Thanks babe." He
scooted himself back and pushed her knees apart before standing up,
"that was thirsty work, I hope you got some beers." He then ambled off
to the kitchen leaving her alone and spread, with his goo trickling
out of her in a thin stream.

He opened the fridge, there were 2 six packs in there. Miller Lite! Oh
well, any port in a storm. He pulled one free, tugged the top then
chugged it down in one pass. He then popped another and took a sip
before ambling back to the main room with the rest of the six pack
hooked over his finger.

She was still lying there but now her legs were closed and she had
fallen to one side. Her eyes were open and her sobs had died down to
loud hiccups.

He leaned on the doorjamb and admired her gorgeous body. It was
absolute perfection and he'd been lucky enough to get to ruin it, not
once but twice. 

And as long as he played his cards right he wouldn't get reported for
either rape.

It was a gamble but he'd always been into gambling and the stakes were
high here. If this went wrong then he'd get jail time but if this went
right.....then he'd get the most gorgeous girl in the fashion world as
a common sexslave. The adrenaline rush caused by the steepness of the
risks and rewards made his stomach roil with glee.

He looked at her for a few minutes then said, "you wanna beer?" he
held the six pack up with one finger in emphasis.

"What?" she croaked, raising her head slightly to look at him through
half closed eyes.

"I said do you wanna beer?"

"No," her head fell back on the couch.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged then ambled over and perched on the edge
of the sofa next to her.

He gently moved her stray hair back away from her face and asked
mockingly, "was it good for you babe?"

She stared straight ahead.

"As for me," he said stretching luxuriantly, "I feel great. You know
I've been so long without pussy my balls were actually beginning to
ache, that is until you came along and obligingly emptied them for
me."

A solitary tear trickled down her cheek.

He went to touch her pubic mound then drew his hand away sharply,
"Ooops I don't wanna touch you there do I? With the amount I dumped
inside you it would be bound to squirt out everywhere. It would
completely ruin this sofa. Its best off staying inside."

He laughed and the tears started trickling harder.

He went over and slumped in a huge old cracked leather armchair.
Holding his can he surveyed her.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"

No answer.

"I asked you what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? You raped me that's what's wrong," she
sobbed.

"Oh that, get over it. Shit happens," he shrugged and took a sip of
his beer.

She raised herself on one elbow, "Shit happens? I'll see shit
happening, I'm going to the Police about you. Then when you get sent
down I'm going to make sure you serve your time with a weightlifting
homosexual. You see if I don't, even if it costs every penny I have."

He smiled faintly not in the least perturbed by her threats, "be my
guest, " he said spreading his hands apart.

He seemed so smug and self-assured, she hesitated, "what makes you
think I won't?"

"Let me see, "he said staring at the ceiling, "first of all they've
got to catch me. And that ain't going to be easy, you see I'm not from
around here. I am a real African, baby. Bet you never thought us
niggers could be so smart or talk so nicely eh? That's what you get
for being the son of a tribal leader who was fortunate enough to be
sitting on an oil lake. Add an English public school upbringing,
followed by a spell at Cambridge and all that and this," he drew his
hands down himself in illustration, "is what you get. Then there's my
alibi, I got an identical twin brother, twins run in my family by the
way so, "he pointed at her belly, "I probably popped a couple in
there. Anyway he's got the same DNA as me and he is sitting round the
family hearth thousands of miles away as we speak. So you go ahead and
prove it." He paused, "meanwhile I sell the tapes."

"Tapes? You said tapes, you mean there's another one?"

"Hell yes we made one tonight." He pointed high up into the crest of
the peaked ceiling, "see that? Well smile 'cause you're on candid
camera."

"You made a film of me being raped? You daren't release that, that's
evidence."

"How many people would want to pay good money to watch you being
raped? Think about it. Then think about this, they aren't interested
in my ugly face so I will just have to edit that out. All they want to
see is my big black cock shooting pints of potent nigger seed inside
you. Is that graphic enough for you? Anyway I hear you models are real
bitchy so I could probably sell the tape to some of your 'friends',
what do you think? They'd probably enjoy it as much as I did and it'd
do wonders for your career."

She threw him a look of pure hatred then struggled upright, drawing
the throw blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa around
herself. Then she stared at the floor while he stared at her.

Finally she broke the silence, "ok you win, could you go now please,"
her voice was barely above a whisper and she still stared at the
carpet.

"Go? Now? Just when I'm starting to enjoy myself?" He grabbed his
balls and shook them provocatively at her, "besides I'm busily brewing
up a fresh batch for you and you wouldn't want to miss that would
you?"

"You mean you are going to rape me again?"

"Hell yes, over and over until I'm sure I've popped at least one in
there."

Her shoulders slumped in defeat, "so you get me pregnant, then what?"
she murmured.

"I leave."

She looked at him to see if he was joking. His serious expression told
her he wasn't.

"You'll leave, just like that?"

"Yeah, I'll have done what I came to do."

"What if I get rid of it?"

"Then I'll just have to come round and do it all again. And on and on
until you get round to realizing that my body can give you a hell of a
lot more fucks than your body can stand abortions. And don't even
think about protection, bodyguards, the Police whatever. There just
isn't enough money in the world to protect you against me catching you
again. And if you play too hard to get I'll just keep you for a full
nine months. So, as they say, your goose is cooked."

"Why me? I haven't done anything to you."

"You look like the motherly type I guess, I like my babies to be well
looked after."

"Its not fair," she sniveled like a little girl.

"Stop crying for fucks sake, its getting old. I'm hungry go and fix me
something to eat."

"You want me to cook for you?" she stared at him in disbelief.

"Yeah why not? I read somewhere that you like cooking, so go and cook.
While I sit conserving my strength and brewing some seed for you."

"You're something else, you know that? You brutally rape me then
expect me to go and calmly cook you some dinner like nothing has
happened."

"You missed a bit."

"Missed a bit?"

"Yeah the bit about the beating you'll get for refusing to do it,"
with that he leaned down and reached under the chair picking up a
leather flogger he had secreted earlier.

She shook her head as if trying to shake away the image, "you can't
treat me like this."

"Well I am so you'd better get used to it, now I'm going to start
counting and if you ain't in that kitchen rattling some pots and pans
by the time I reach five you'll find this baby wrapped hard around
your lily white ass. Got that? Right, one."

She looked at him defiantly for a second.

"Two."

She reached for her cut offs.

"You ain't got time, three."

She staggered up from the sofa, leaving a wet patch where she'd been
sitting, then pulled the crotched blanket around her before making her
way slowly towards the kitchen.

"Four," he intoned as she reached the door and disappeared inside.

"Five," he said then got up and followed her.

"Nothing that involves boiling water, sharp knives or hot fat."

"What?"

"You cook nothing that involves cutting, boiling or frying. I'd hate
to tempt you into thinking you could try and ruin my pretty black
looks."

He sat at the worktop, perched on a stool, as she micro-waved a couple
of TV dinners. He could see tantalizing glimpses of her through the
open weave of the blanket and he found it turning him on nearly as
much as seeing her naked. She moved with a gliding grace despite her
previous ordeal making her walk slightly splay legged. She was an
awesome piece of femininity.

She plopped the dinners down in front of him.

He looked down at them, "they don't look much like cordon bleu."

"Cordon bleu cookery involves boiling, frying and cutting," she
snapped, her spirit evidently starting to return.

They ate in silence, she wasn't hungry but he made her eat anyway.

Afterwards he pushed the plate away and leaned back, "got any wine?"

"What for? I thought your type only drank beer," she sneered.

He ignored her attempt at sarcasm. "I thought we'd have a romantic
evening, a stroll under the stars, then lie on a blanket listening to
the surf and drinking wine, followed by some tender lovemaking during
which I cum inside you again. Followed by bed and you never know I
make just make it a hat trick and give you another load before you go
to sleep. I've always felt that women would all benefit from being
ridden hard then put away wet."

She grimaced then said, "I know I can't stop you raping me, but I'm
not going to give you the satisfaction of making it pleasant for you.
You can't force me to do that."

"I was trying to make it pleasant for you as it happens. As for me I
couldn't give a fuck whether you enjoy it or not. Shit, all this sexy
talk is making me horny again come over here and give me a blow job."

"You're joking, " she jerked back from the counter like she'd been
shocked, "there's no way I'm going to do that."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him and said, matter of
factly, "and don't try and bite me either or you won't be so pretty
anymore."

"No, no," she screeched as he grabbed both of her hands and pulled her
towards his crotch, "you can't make me do this, you can't."

"Oh yes I can," he mocked as he encompassed both of her hands in one
of his and used the other to pull her head in towards his burgeoning
penis, "open wide."

She closed her mouth tightly and tried to shake her head away.

"Oh well, " he sighed, "we tried the easy way." With that he pinched
her nostrils.

She struggled for a second or two then had to open her mouth to
breath. As soon as he saw an opening he pushed inside.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he breathed as he felt her warm wet mouth engulf him.
"Oh yes."

She was still trying to pull her head away but she didn't try to bite
him as his threat was still ringing in her ears. He pushed her head
harder towards him until he bumped against the entrance to her throat.
He held still for long seconds enjoying the exquisite feelings as her
tongue rasped on the underside of his prick and her lips closed
tightly round him.

Then he let go of her hands and used both hands and all of his
strength to force her head forward. He felt his prick head pop past
the opening to her throat then start to ease down her gullet.

She was beating on his thighs with her fists and squirming like a
stuck fish as he choked off the air to her lungs. Finally, just before
she was about to pass out, he relented and pulled back giving her
chance to draw a quick breath before he plunged inside again.

Slowly he started to increase the frequency of the strokes as he
pulled her head backwards and forwards faster and faster.

She was concentrating so hard on trying to breath between his strokes
that she hardly registered what was happening before he suddenly
stopped, held her nose deep in his pubic hairs, then unleashed himself
down her throat.

She struggled frantically as wave after wave of slimy sperm spurted
into her gullet before oozing down into her stomach.

"Uhm uhm aaaah," he moaned as he pulled back slightly before unloading
the last of his spunk into her mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah, that was excellent," he groaned as he pulled his spent
prick out of her mouth.

She slumped to her knees, head bowed low.

He reached down and pulled her head up slightly by her ponytail, so he
could look at her face. Her mouth was closed but a long trail of sperm
trickled over her lips and down her chin. She coughed and a gob of
sperm splattered on the floor under his chair.

"I think the romantic way is better don't you?" He let go of her hair,
and then sauntered into the lounge leaving her kneeling on the floor.

He quickly went through the house then outside. It only took a minute
or two to take the rotor arm out of her engine. He then went back into
the house wiping his hands on a silk shawl that he'd found lying on
the front seat, as the sun slowly slipped away, before finally
slumping in an armchair watching the master alarm panel.

After a few minutes he saw the lamp light up, signaling that the
kitchen door had been opened. Then a trip went on the drive. She was
heading for the car.

He got up when he heard the fruitless cranking of the engine.

He went to the window just in time to see her screaming with
frustration and banging the wheel with the palms of both hands. She
must of caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye and she
whirled and their eyes met. She then bolted out of the jeep and
started to fly up the track towards the head of the valley.

The hunt was on.

He hefted a small sports bag and pulled out a set of military grade
night vision goggles and three specially modified tape recorders, plus
some other gear. He jogged down the track looking left and right for a
heat signature. His luck was in, as the temperature dropped she was
more likely to be visible, especially as all she was wearing was a
thin blanket that barely reached her thighs.

He saw a torn branch off to one side of the track, she'd stumbled left
here. He smiled, she had ten miles of forest to traverse in the dark.
Good luck to her, she deserved her freedom if she could get away from
him, but that wasn't likely to happen. At his home in East Africa he
was renowned for his hunting skills before he'd quit, at his father's
urging, to make his fortune in America leaving his twin to rule the
province. 

He set one of the tape recorders down and clicked play before racing
up the track as fast as he could. Immediately there were the sounds of
baying dogs which boomed into the forest. He wanted to rattle her, for
her to make a false move so he could pinpoint her, but for that he
needed to be ahead of her.

Half naked and in the dark she wouldn't have gone far. And he was
right, he immediately heard the crack of a twig from just inside the
woods to his left and slightly behind him. Gently he crept into the
trees, he heard a sound to his left and he turned towards it just in
time to see a bright flash of light as her body registered on his
goggles.

He crept after her.

He kept track of her for over two hours, crackling branches and
switching on the recorders if she was slacking. 

It was her that finished it. In the dark, confused and disorientated
by his noises she had staggered in a complete circle and burst out of
the bushes to find herself staring at the house again.

Her legs were covered with small scratches and there was a large
bruise on her upper arm where she'd banged into a low hanging branch.
The blanket was unraveling from a dozen different rips and was hardly
covering her at all. She gasped at the sight of the lights blazing
through the windows then started crying again.

He stopped just inside the tree line then spoke, "Now my dog Elroy
here hasn't had a piece of ass for nearly as long as me. So he's one
horny son of a bitch in every sense. And we've got a little pact,
Elroy and I and that is if he catches you first then I tie you down
and he gets to fuck you. On the other hand if its me that catches you
then naturally I get to fuck you. Now he's pretty keen on you making a
run for it, but as for me I'd prefer if you just got naked and lay
down with your legs open. Now its your turn, which would you prefer?"

She looked like she was going to bolt so he flicked on the electronic
voice memo in his hand, which had a dog growl on it.

"That means he's in favor of what you are about to do," he laughed.

Her shoulders slumped and she turned towards the woods, "you'd
actually let a dog have sex with me?"

"Why not test me and find out."

In response she pulled off the blanket and laid it on the ground, she
was just about to lie down when he stopped her. "Get into the light of
the windows, I can't see."

She slouched over to a patch of light and lay the blanket down.

"Face your pussy towards me," he ordered, "now bend your knees and
open your legs. Wider, come on I said wider. OK that's good. Now I
want you to play with yourself."

"Oh no I can't. Not in front of you."

"You know," he mused out loud, "I'm starting to get into the idea of
letting old Elroy here have a piece of you. I've seen him in action
and, man is he big and a bit impetuous too, he doesn't know the
meaning of a long slow fuck. He doesn't have any problem with the long
bit, it's the slow bit that he can't seem to grasp. And when he
comes..."

"Ok, ok I understand," she sighed and her hand crept down across her
stomach and down through her neatly trimmed forest. She extended a
finger and started to caress her clit, while her other hand started
massaging a breast. She closed her eyes and whimpered in humiliation
at what he was making her do to herself.

He perched the miniature high quality low light digital video camera
in a tree fork and zoomed in on her. She was obviously just going
through the motions but it suited his purposes.

"Make yourself cum," he shouted.

"I can't, not here, not with you watching."

"Pretend I'm not here.... Try your best there's a good girl, " he said
in his most patronizing tone of voice.

"Ohh no," she started to sob again but her finger started to work more
assiduously at her button while her eyes closed tightly. She rubbed
and teased herself for long minutes before she exclaimed, "I can't do
it."

"Here let me help you," he said then threw a 5 inch rubber coated
vibrator towards her. It landed on the blanket close by. She opened
her eyes when she heard it land then blushed when she saw it. 

"I can't use that."

"What do you think Earl boy? you think we should mosey over there and
help her out?"

"Oh, you bastard," she exclaimed as she picked it up and started
pressing it against her pussy.

"Language! You'll find it will help if it's switched on," he shouted
helpfully.

She held it with one hand and twisted the base with the other,
immediately it started a powerful hum. She felt like dropping it and
then running deep into the woods, crawling into a hole and dying. But
the thought of the dog terrified her, it would find her for sure and
then......! She wouldn't put it past him to let the dog fuck her, he
was brutal and mean and seemed to have a heart of granite.

Slowly she inserted it, centimeter by centimeter trying to let her
body adjust to each deepening of the intrusion. She was whimpering as
it started to disappear inside her.

"Come on bitch we haven't got all night," he snapped.

She jumped at the sound of his voice and nudged it deeper, her back
arched with the pain.

"Get on with it. Oh for fuck's sake do I have to do everything round
here. Stay boy." With that he launched himself out of the woods and
dived on her. He spun her over and dragged both of her hands behind
her back, he then slipped a plastic tie around her wrists and pulled
it tight. He sat down facing the video camera and spread his legs. He
manhandled her upright until she was leaning against him, then spread
her legs with his hands before hooking his feet over her legs trapping
them wide open.

"Now I'll show you how to do it," he panted as he grabbed the dildo
and jammed it inside of her in one hard push.

"Yeeeoooow!" she shrieked as it powered inside her.

"This is more like what I wanted to see," he said as he started to
pump the vibrator in and out of her rapidly.

"No, no," she screeched as he started to go faster and faster. She
twisted her body as best she could, trying to get away from the
pumping dildo.

She panted and whimpered louder as the incessant dildo-ing started to
have an effect on her. "Pleeease, " she gasped, "please don't ah, do
this, ah-ah, to meeee. Nooo...."

Her back arched and her sinews strained as she tried to pull her legs
together just as her orgasm burst fully upon her. She went as tight as
a bowstring for long seconds then slumped exhausted against him.

He took his hand away, leaving the vibrator pushed inside, and found
his fingers were dripping wet with her juices. He pushed his fingers
into her mouth and she struggled feebly when she realized what the
taste was. He made her suck them clean before he took two more ties
and looped one around the base of the vibrator and her thigh. He then
proceeded to pull it tight, he then did the same to the other thigh
trapping the vibrator inside her and making it so it twisted back and
forth if she walked.

He then stood up and walked over to retrieve his camera. When he came
back she asked softly, "where's the dog?"

"Dog? What dog? Oh Elroy? Why he's here," he laughed and switched on
the memo. It growled at her. "Neat eh?" He then strolled away towards
the door of the house chuckling as he went.

He was slumped in a chair, one leg hooked over the arm, swigging
straight out of a bottle of merlot when she staggered back into the
house some time later. She saw him chuckling at a repeat of 'Married
with Children' and his complete lack of concern for her made her even
more frightened. She was sure she was dealing with a psychopath.

It had taken her nearly a quarter of an hour just to struggle upright
as every time she moved the vibrator twisted and dug deep into her
sensitive tissue. Finally she made it then found the worst of her
ordeal was far from over as the dildo twisted inside her as she tried
to walk with the small mincing steps that were all she could manager
with her thighs tied together like that.

She wished that she could at least turn the vibration off to stop the
endless lubrication that was causing her inner thighs to chafe against
its knurled base. But whatever way she twisted she couldn't reach it
with her tightly bound hands. So she had to struggle inside, to try
and find him, each step an agony bound up with the odd twinge of
pleasure, confusing her and adding to the unreality of the situation.

Just a few short hours ago she had been a happy go lucky girl with the
whole world at her feet, now she was naked, bound, impaled and full of
her captor's disgusting seed. And what was worse was that she realized
she was, for the time being at least, at his mercy. She couldn't run
anywhere bound like this.

"Hey," he said waving at the screen with his bottle, "come and watch
this, its funny."

She leaned against the newel post of the stairs and said wearily,
"could you take it out now please?"

"What?" he said his eyes again riveted on the screen.

"This 'thing' inside me."

"Lighten up why don't you," he snapped, "your long face is beginning
to fuck me off."

She took a deep breath unwilling to provoke a fight with him; she was
too tired, "please take it out, I promise I won't try and run away, I
just want to sleep."

"You want to go to bed?"

"Please."

"Be my guest," he said dismissively, "I'll be up to tuck you in, in a
little while."

"I can't walk up the stairs with this in me."

"I bet you could with a little encouragement," he said as he picked up
the flogger and swished it menacingly.

"I hate you, you know that?" She said then turned towards the stairs.

"I'll live," he laughed then went back to watching his program,
leaving his cameras to record her progress.

It was the most tortuous 20 yards of her life. Every time she tried to
lift her leg onto the next stair the dildo would shift, twisting
around inside her like a food mixer with a particularly recalcitrant
piece of dough.

But she didn't cry out, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction
of knowing how much discomfort he was causing her.

He heard her slump on the bed after a few minutes and he silently
crept out of the kitchen door and made his way up to his RUV. He
clambered inside and changed the tapes. "Good boy," he said patting
the great Dane's huge head, he then pushed her cut offs and panties
onto its nose, "take a good smell of that boy and if it comes running
your way then you hunt it down. Now stay and guard the truck."

He climbed out leaving the dog to roam free in the woods.

She was twisting and turning trying to get comfortable when he
eventually walked into her bedroom.

"Please take it out," she whimpered, "its hurting me."

"Sure," he shrugged, "wait a second." He turned her over and used a
pair of side cutters to cut the plastic tie holding her wrists. He
then turned her onto her back and, before she could register a
protest, he strapped it into a leather cuff that he'd installed while
she was out.

"Hey wait," she exclaimed, but he was relentless and he pulled her
other wrist to the cuff's twin then strapped it tight leaving her arms
helplessly above her head, chained to the bed frame.

"Now we'll take it out," he said as he again employed the side
cutters.

She groaned loudly as he slid it out. Her pussy looked red and angry.
He sauntered into the bathroom and came back with a jar of antiseptic
cream.

"What are you going to do?"

"Wait you'll see. Now relax." With that he took a dollop on his finger
and proceeded to rub it over her sore pussy then coaxed a little
inside her.

At first she froze rigid then started to relax as his fingers gently
worked the soothing cream into her. She moaned quietly as his
treatment invoked twinges of pleasure in her, despite her best
efforts. She was so tired, she couldn't summon enough willpower even
to speak let alone fight her own body.

She slipped into unconsciousness after her orgasm.

(******************** (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com
******************)

She came to, to find him pounding away at her again. It was early
morning and both the birds and the mattress were singing as he worked
away at her.

"Good morning," he said, not breaking his stride, "hope you slept
well."

"Please, please get off me," she yelped.

"Wait a second I'm nearly done," he battered away for a few more
seconds then groaned loudly as he pumped his seed into her. He fell on
her then rolled to one side, one arm across his face the other
stretched out across the bed, "oh fuck what a great way to start the
day," he murmured.

They lay there for a few minutes then he got off the bed and pulled on
a silk gown which she'd seen in the actresses' guest closet. "I made
some coffee do you want some?"

"Can you let me up please?"

"Oh sure wait." He leaned over and uncuffed her.

Her hands flew between her legs and her fingers traced the outline of
her pussy feeling the puffy tissue and the slimy stream of sperm that
was oozing out of her. She had drained away all her emotion the
previous night but that still didn't stop a tear welling in her eye.

"How do you take it," he said the coffee pot in his hand.

"What?" she muttered.

"How do you take your coffee?"

"Cream and no sugar," she said as she curled her body over to the side
of the bed and sat upright. She then pulled the sheet tightly around
her body.

"Here you go," he said chirpily, as he handed her the cup "this will
make you feel better." 

"Can I take a shower?" she said as she gripped the cup with both
hands.

"Yeah why not. Listen what shall we do today? Have you got anything
planned?"

"I have to meet a friend in town she'll get really suspicious if I
don't show up."

"Well you'll just have to call her and cancel then won't you?"

"I can't I don't know her number."

"You're full of shit you know that?" he said getting angry with her
for the first time, "you aren't meeting any friend. You don't know
anybody here, you just go into town and get groceries and stuff. I
know, I've been watching you for the last 2 weeks. I was trying to
lighten things up a little round here. I'm going to fuck you in every
way I want until I get bored with it and leave, and that isn't going
to be a while, I've got plenty of ideas of what I want to do to you.
So we're going to be together for a long time and the sooner you
lighten up and fucking accept that then the easier it's going to be
for you. You got that?"

She looked at him and nodded briefly, "I understand, can I have my
shower now please?"

"Sir," he smirked his anger dissipating like early morning mist.

"What?"

"Can I have my shower please...Sir."

"You want me to call you sir?" she asked in disbelief.

"That or Master, I'm not fussed which."

"Master? Is that how you see yourself? As my Master?"

"Sure and under the circumstances don't you?"

"Nobody is my Master," she shook her head.

"Now I haven't got a dictionary to hand so I can't give you an exact
definition but lets just say that goes something like someone who has
control over somebody else. Now I guess you'd like an illustration of
that, to satisfy that enquiring mind of yours. So lets try someone who
could throw that woman, who he has control over, down on the bed and
rape her silly then cum inside her. And she could do fuck all about
it. Now wouldn't you call that person a Master?"

She looked up at him, "why are you doing this?"

"I told you, to give you my babies."

"No, no it's more than that. You could have just raped me and moved
on, I'm ovulating right now and so you've probably already achieved
what you said you wanted to do. I'm probably carrying your child now,
so you can leave but you won't and I want to know why?"

"My, my you are the curious one," he smirked sitting down on the bed
next to her, "and why do you want to know?"

"Why wouldn't I want to know something about the maniac who's holding
me prisoner while raping and sexually torturing me?"

He dashed the cup from her hands angrily, it skittered across the
polished wood floor and smashed itself to pieces against the wall.

"Now lets get something straight around here. Contrary to what you
think of me I am not a lunatic. Far from it. I know exactly what I'm
doing. I'm doing this to you because I want to and because it turns me
on to defile that innocent little goody miss two shoes body of yours.
I like seeing the humiliation in your eyes as I cum inside you. I'm
probably the only guy who has fucked you that has ever cum inside you.
At least while you knew about it, aren't I?" The shame in her eyes
confirmed it. "Ha! See! And you want to know why I'm doing it? When
you stop reacting like a virgin and start getting into it like a
woman, that's the time I get bored and move on to other things. Is
that a good enough answer for you?"

She nodded slowly.

"Ah fuck it," he said grabbing her wrist, "while we've been sitting
her shooting the breeze time's moving on. Come on its time for your
exercise." With that he hauled her off the bed towards the stairs with
her beating on his back with her free hand.

"What about my shower?" she cried as he pulled her down the stairs.

"You can shower later," he said grimly, "but first you start
exercising.

He hauled her into the little gym and hustled her over to the
treadmill. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs with a long chain then
snicked one end over her wrist. He led her over to the machine and
wrapped the chain round a couple of times then snicked it to her other
wrist trapping her hands on the handlebars.

She stood transfixed in humiliation, she was naked and shackled to a
treadmill like some Roman slave.

"You are going jogging like a good girl until I decide to let you
stop. And just to give you a bit of encouragement I've brought this
along," he said as he waved a riding crop at her.

He then whipped it round and cracked it sharply across her ass, "now
get moving."

At first she walked but as the painful stripes multiplied across her
flawless ass she started to get faster until she was trotting briskly.

"Better," he muttered then went up the stairs, shouting over his
shoulder, "you keep it up you hear. If I find you slacking when I come
back I'm going to paddle your butt until you can't sit down for a
week." He then disappeared through the door.

She had never felt so humiliated in her life, pounding away on the
treadmill with her ass a blaze of scarlet pain. What was once a
pleasurable piece of exercise equipment had suddenly became an
instrument of torture for her. She daren't slow down in case he crept
in quietly and caught her. She had no doubt that the blaze in her ass
now would be nothing compared to what he'd do to her then.

So she ran until rivulets of sweat were running down her lean flanks
and her breath came in hoarse gasps.

He came back half an hour later after having brewed a fresh pot of
coffee and scrambling himself a few eggs. He came down with the tray
and set it down on a small table facing her. He dropped into the
chair, picked up the plate and a fork then pointed the fork at her,
"You getting bored with that?"

"I'd..like..to..stop..please," she panted.

"Oh yeah sure, here let me help you off," he said as he put his plate
and fork down and moved over to her.

He undid one cuff then pulled her over to the rowing machine. He
shackled the free end of the cuffs to one oar and then produced
another set shackling her other hand to the other oar. He pushed her
down on to it then pulled two straps out of his pocket and strapped
her feet to the bar at the bottom of the machine before finally
belting her waist to the seatback.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"As I said exercise. We've got to keep you slim, we don't want you to
lose your figure just because of junior here," he said as he patted
her belly.

He reached into his bag and brought out a pole with a dildo on one
end. The other had eyes welded on to it. She yelped as he started to
push the dildo inside her; she pushed the seat back as far as it would
go but he pursued her, finally forcing about 3 inches of the fake cock
inside. He then attached it to the base of the machine trapping it
inside her.

He carefully unfurled some wires that dangled from it and attached
them to a box that he held in his hand.

"Now I'm not going to be there to encourage you while I'm eating my
breakfast am I? So I thought you could encourage yourself. You can see
how it works can't you?"

She could see all right, every time she pulled on the 'oars' the dildo
would pierce her pussy, driving its way deep inside, humiliating and
tormenting her.

"I won't do it," she said shaking her head. "You can't make me."

"Oh really," he mocked, "we'll see about that," he then attached two
clips to her nipples and another to the metal seat of the machine.
"Won't do it eh?" He pressed a button and her back arched and her legs
danced a little tattoo within the confines of the straps as the raw
bolts of electricity coursed up the metal strip embedded in the dildo
then through her body, dissipating itself on the seat.

"Row and it will stop," he shouted.

"Go to hell," she said through gritted teeth.

"This hurts too you know," he said as he pressed another button and
power started to surge through her nipples. He played her like an
instrument varying the power and switching between nipples and pussy
until she cried out, "Ohhh, you bastard...." And she pulled hard on
the oars.

Immediately the dildo powered inside her and she moaned then pushed
back sliding it out again.

"Faster," he said bringing the crop down over the top of her thighs.
"Faster!"

She started to build up the rhythm and before long she was rowing like
an Olympian. The fake cock was banging in and out of her with a
ruthless precision causing her to bounce on the seat as it probed her
depths.

"That's better, now for the good part," he said as he flicked a switch
and the dildo started to vibrate. She moaned and twisted her hips
slightly but didn't miss a stroke as she kept sliding up and down on
the slick fake cock.

He took the remote back to his chair, then set it on the table and
picked up his plate and fork again. 

He didn't need to mess with the controls. It was a little gadget the
guy who supplied the special cameras had knocked together for him. He
just needed to set the speed and the machine did the rest.

He started shoveling food into his mouth as he watched her laboring
over the torture machine. She was whimpering now and tossing her head
from side to side as she powered herself up and down, up and down,
occasionally humping her hips as the feelings started to build inside
her.

He turned the speed up a notch and grinned at the effect it had on
her. She was moaning and panting loudly, her eyes were closed and her
lips moist and parted as she lost herself in lust.

Suddenly she pulled back hard on the oars and started twisting her
pussy on the unyielding rubber prick. She groaned in frustration and
started bouncing on the dildo like her life depended on it. In doing
so she stopped rowing and immediately bolts of raw energy pulsed
through her nipples and cunt.

But her orgasm just kept on building as she thrashed on the machine
like a madwoman. "Ah, ah, ah, AAAAAAAAAH," she cried as her orgasm
burst fully upon her. Her legs fell open revealing her pussy grinding
down hard on the fake cock while her juices gushed out all over the
seat.

She writhed for a few more seconds then slumped down as her muscles
turned to jelly.

He reached down, switched off the control then started a slow
handclap.

Wearily she forced her head up to look at him her humiliation showing
in her eyes.

"Now that's something I bet a lot of your fans would like to see," he
smiled. "Thanks babe that video is going to be worth a fortune."

"You videoed it?" she gasped

"Of course, as I said I have cameras everywhere. So everything you do
is faithfully recorded, even that wake up fuck we had this morning."

"Why do you want to ruin me?"

"Because I can, now I've got stuff to do so I've got to leave you
alone for a while. You will keep exercising won't you?" He then picked
up the control and set the speed to about the halfway point.

"Not...ah...ah...again," she wailed shaking her head then, with a
screech of exasperation and hopelessness she started to row again,
moaning as the dildo again started sliding in and out of her.

He walked over and ruffled her hair then left her to it.

Once outside he called his dog and spent a couple of hours walking up
and down the secluded beach throwing driftwood for his dog to
retrieve. He then went back into the house and brewed a fresh pot of
coffee while he had a refreshing shower. He took the coffee and two
cups down into the little gym.

She looked a wreck. Her hair was slick with sweat and knotted into
rats tails and her naked body gleamed under the harsh diachronic
lighting. He pussy gaped angrily red around the unyielding pole that
was being forced in and out of it.

"Please," she croaked barely able to lift her head up to look at him,
"no more."

He switched off the control and unstrapped her from the torture
machine. He then removed the dildo and tucked it back into his bag.
Her pussy was still clasping at the air like it missed the intrusion
and the whole of her crotch glistened with her juices.

"Had fun did you?" he remarked as he surveyed her crotch.

She groaned in response.

She was so weak that he had to hold the cup for her as she sipped the
strong coffee, but after a while her youthful vigor and natural
resilience started to draw on hidden reserves of energy and she
started to regain her strength.

He hauled her up onto her wobbly legs then pushed her over the front
bar of the treadmill, he kicked open her legs then entered her
streaming pussy without a word. She struggled feebly but he was as
remorseless as ever and so she went limp in submission until he again
polluted her with torrents of his seed.

Afterwards he stepped back, zipped up his fly then dropped into the
chair as if nothing had happened.

"I expect you want a shower after your workout?" he surmised.

It took two attempts before she could push herself upright and turn to
face him.
"Yes I would like a shower," she murmured wearily.

"Okey doke. Here let me give you a hand," he then stood up and helped
her into the shower stall that was built just off the gym. He held on
to her arm not letting her enter the stall, "No washing your pussy, do
you understand?"

"What?"

"I said no washing out your pussy. I'm going to test you afterwards
and if I don't find your pussy full of my sperm then you won't have
any more showers, you getting this?"

"But why?"

He slapped his forehead, "duh! Because if you wash all my sperm out
then it becomes a useless fucking exercise in me putting it in there
in the first place."

"But..."

"No buts, just do it." He then turned and went back to his coffee.

The warm water started to invigorate her and she started to scrub
herself energetically trying to wash his sweat off of her body. But
she was careful when washing around her pussy, she was genuinely
afraid of him and didn't want to provoke him into an irrational act of
violence against her.

After she'd dried herself she put on a toweling robe that was hanging
there and went back out into the gym. He was perched on the edge of
the chair, he beckoned her over to stand before him.

"Take it off," he ordered, "who told you that you could wear clothes?"

"Sorry," she muttered slipping the bath robe off.

"Better," he said once she was again naked, "now put your hands on
your head and open your legs."

She complied looking at a spot on the wall above his head, trying to
distance herself from the humiliation. She felt his fingers part her
pussy lips then a finger snaked inside, making her wince, he hooked it
then withdrew followed by a glob of sperm, which spattered onto the
floor tiles.

"Good," he said as he offered his finger up to her, it was slick with
their juices, "here have a taste."

"I don't want to," she said.

"I said have a taste."

Reluctantly she sucked his finger clean.

"Good girl," he said rubbing his hands together, "you must be hungry.
Lets go upstairs and eat."

He perched her on a stool and rustled up some ham and eggs for her.

They ate silently.

Afterwards he said, "I expect you'd like a little siesta after your
workout and I've got stuff to do. So you just take yourself off to bed
and I'll wake you later."

She shuffled upstairs and collapsed on the bed. Moments later she
heard the sound of her jeep starting then the sound faded off into the
distance as he drove away.

She awoke a few hours later and groggily forced herself off the bed.
Staggering to the window she noticed that the jeep was still missing
and a flame of hope started burning in her.

Quickly she got dressed. She quickly looked around for some clothes
and the first thing she could find was one of his shirts which she
belted tightly around herself with the chord from the silk gown he was
wearing earlier. Her panty drawer was just by the door and so she
quickly snatched a pair and jumped into them before dashing out.

She crept quietly down the stairs listening for any sounds that might
indicate it was a trap but it was silent except for the normal ambient
sounds of the breeze in the bushes and the sea lapping on the shore.

Once outside she started to sprint as fast as she could up the track.
The forced sex and exercise had debilitated her but her fear lent her
wings as she flew away from the house. She only gone a few hundred
yards when she heard something behind her and turned her head to be
confronted with a huge dog that was lurching along behind.

"No," she whimpered and tried to run faster but the dog was gaining
easily on her. Just before he reached her she dived off the track and
using the last of her waning strength leapt up and grabbed a low
hanging branch. She then clambered up into the safety of the tree
leaving the dog gazing up at her from below.

Her heart was thumping in her chest as she reviewed her helpless
position. She couldn't get down so she just had to make herself as
comfortable as she could before he came back.

It was over an hour later that she heard the jeep. It thundered past
on the track and she heard him calling her name as he went into the
house. Moments later he came out and shouted, "Elroy, where are you
boy?"

The dog barked joyously at hearing his master's voice and his tail
wagged but he didn't give up on his vigil.

A few moments later the master himself strolled into the wood and
looked up at her.

"I thought you'd had enough exercise already today without climbing
trees," he grinned.

"Can you call him off so I can get down."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What..oh please."

"Something else."

She closed her eyes and sighed, "please call him off..Master."

"Better," he said then turned to the dog and pointed off into the
woods, "patrol, there's a good boy." The dog then disappeared into the
trees while she climbed down.

He held her upper arm as he led her back to the house. Once inside he
manhandled her down over a coffee table and proceeded to tie her down
to it. He tied her wrists and legs to the table legs and then tied a
rope under the table and around her waist holding her in position. He
threw her shirt up and contemptuously ripped off her panties before
ostentatiously setting up a battery of video cameras around her.

"What are you doing?" She queried, shocked by the suddenness of her
new predicament.

"I told you last night that if you got away and Elroy found you then
he gets to fuck you. So I'm preparing his reward."

"NO!" She screamed, "No, not with a dog, its inhuman. Please don't, I
won't escape again I promise just don't let him have sex with me."

"Its too late for that. I fucking told you and you wouldn't listen
would you?"

"Please," she cried almost hysterical with fear, "I didn't think there
was a dog.."

"So you thought you'd just up and fuck off without even a goodbye
note. Anyway a promise is a promise and I promised both you and him a
serious fuck if he caught you and I'm not one to renege on my
promises."

"Please Master, please. I'll be good. I'll do anything, I'll never
escape again. I'll have your baby, I'll do whatever you want. But
please don't do this to me."

"Aw shut up will you, you are giving me a headache with your whining.
Maybe after this you'll think before you disobey me again." He then
walked out leaving her helplessly pulling at the bonds, which kept her
open to receive.

She was almost crazy with fear when she heard him come back in
accompanied by the clack of the dog's claws on the hardwood floor. She
looked over her shoulder at them as they made their way towards her.

"Now there's a sight eh boy?" He said as he ruffled the fur on the
dogs head. Elroy's huge mouth opened and her appeared to be grinning
at her pussy, which was so helplessly on display for him.

"No! No! Don't, please," she cried.

"She's a little shy boy, so go and introduce yourself to her," he said
as he urged the dog forward.

It had been superbly trained and it made a beeline for her and started
licking her exposed crotch. The rasping tongue on her private parts
started to invoke feelings in her that she wanted to remain deeply
buried but he was relentless and she felt her body start to betray
her.

"Oh no, oh no," she kept murmuring as the assault continued.

Blood dropped to his knees beside her, pulling on a pair of rubber
gloves, "I don't want to actually touch his cock now do I?" he said in
response to the look on her face, "I mean I like Elroy and all that
but I find it just a little bit disgusting to touch him there." He
paused for effect, "that's your job," he then laughed and shuffled
back towards where the dog was still slurping and slathering away.

"Ready for the main event?" he said as he pushed the dog back.

"No, please don't let him do it to me."

"Do what?" he teased.

"Have sex with me."

"Do what?" he repeated, "human beings have sex, bitches just get
fucked."

"Please don't let him...fuck me!" she cried in terror.

"Sorry too late for that, you ought to see the size of his boner, boy
he wants it bad. If I tried to stop him now he'd probably just tear me
to pieces then fuck you anyway. Sorry babe, maybe you'll think about
that next time you think of escaping." He then urged the dog up onto
her back.

She felt the claws scrabbling on her back through the thin shirt and
then the weight of it as it lay on top of her, its huge prick probing
away at her trying to find the entrance.

She twisted and turned trying to escape her fate.

"Now that isn't very nice," he said, "I'll just have to help him as
you don't seem willing." With that he grabbed the dog's huge prick and
guided it towards her pussy. "Get ready for the fuck of your life," he
sniggered.

"No! No!" she cried frantically as she writhed in fear.

The dog lined up with her pussy then pushed hard, emitting a growl of
triumph as he forced his way inside. His master allowed it to pump
through his fingers for a few seconds to help prepare her then took
his hand away and the dog plunged fully home.

"Aeeeeeeek!" She screamed as the huge prick forced its way inside. It
was at least twice as big as its master and it touched and probed her
in places that had never been touched before, "get him off, get him
offffff" she cried as it started to batter away at her.

Their master stood up and made his way to the couch where he relaxed
with a beer while watching her. He could see her wincing in pain each
time the dog thrust inside, each nuance of her defilement being
faithfully recorded in the cameras.
The dog was thrusting away far faster than was humanly possible and he
could see the drool slurping from its mouth and dripping into her hair
as it enjoyed her tight pussy.

She was in hell. The cock was huge and battered away at her like
nothing she had ever felt before, it was as if she was being torn
bodily apart as it continued its relentless pounding at her. Suddenly
she felt something huge forcing its way past the lips of her pussy and
she screamed in terror, "help, help its tearing me apart. Help meeee!"

"Don't worry," Blood said nonchalantly, "its perfectly normal, he's
just inflating his knot so his seed can't escape from you. You'd just
better relax because no-one and nothing is going to stop him now."

"Please don't let him ejaculate inside me," she cried, "Noooooo!"

The dog stopped, held her tightly against itself with its forelegs
hooked over the front of her thighs, its claws digging into her tender
flesh, then exploded.

She screwed her face up in disgusted humiliation as she felt the thin
spurts of hot seed spattering inside her. On and on it went as the
sperm started to fill her creating a small bulge in her belly. Finally
it was over and the dog lay supine on her, its huge weight making it
difficult for her to breath.

"Get him off please," she moaned.

"Sorry no can do. You'll have to wait for his knot to shrink."

"And how long with that take?" 

"Dunno," he shrugged, "an hour maybe."

"An hour! Oh no. I have to stay like this for an hour?"

"Afraid so, ain't life a bitch being a bitch," he smirked, "anyway
I've run out of beer, can I get you anything from the kitchen?"

She shook her head and the dog growled.

As it happens she was free in just a few minutes. She felt the knot
deflate and the prick pull out of her as the dog trotted away then lay
in the corner licking his balls. She felt the dog cum gush out of her
ravaged pussy and waves of humiliation washed over her.

Blood was back by now so she turned to him and asked, "can you let me
go now please?"

"You promise not to escape?"

"I promise, please don't do that to me again."

"That depends on you doesn't it?" He said as he started to undo her
bonds.

When she stood up she felt the thin sperm running down the inside of
her thighs reminding her of the Rubicon that she had unwillingly
crossed. She had never felt so miserable before in her life. Her worst
nightmare had come to pass.

She had just had sex with a dog!

She remembered watching two dogs mating when she was a little girl.
The casual brutality of the male dog and the total submission of the
female had affected her deeply. It kept her awake for hours every
night for weeks afterwards.

And so she became terrified of dogs.

And now a huge callous brute of a dog had just raped her. Just like in
that awful vision she'd witnessed so long ago.

And, what was worse, it had cum inside her filling her with its vile
sperm.

"Hey its not all bad," he said, as if reading her thoughts, "at least
he can't get you pregnant. Anyway sit down I think we need to talk."

She perched on the edge of the table and her pussy continued to seep
its load over the edge of the table and onto the floor where it
started to create a wide spreading pool.

"I think its about time we established a few ground rules don't you?
Just so we both know where we are. First of all I thought I'd better
warn you that things have gone pretty easy for you so far." She gazed
wide eyed at him in disbelief. "Yes easy. You'll be surprised what I
will do to you if you piss me off again, so I suggest you just be a
good little girl and do what daddy tells you ok?"

She still gazed at him.

"I said ok?"

She nodded.

"Ok good. Now for the rules. Number one, you are my slave and you do
whatever I tell you to do."

"Slave?" She sounded frightened.

"Yes slave. S_l_a_v_e, got that?"

"I don't want to be your slave."

"I thought we'd been through all that," he snapped in exasperation,
"Do you want me to punish you again. Do you want another bout with
Elroy. I'm sure you wouldn't mind would you boy?" The dog thumped its
tail on the ground, "mind you he always takes a lot longer the second
time round, still it'd give you time to think about what I'm saying
wouldn't it?"

"Please don't put me through that again," she whimpered.

"So you agree to be my slave?"

She nodded, her eyes on the floor.

"And do whatever I tell you?"

Another nod.

"And fuck whoever I tell you to?"

She looked up sharply at him, "What? Oh please don't make me do that."

"I thought you'd be pleased, at least they'd be humans. Still if you
prefer doggies... those big pricks are so more-ish aren't they?"

The tears were trickling again.

"So what do you say?"

"I will have sex with anyone you want me to," it was almost a whisper.

"Louder I can't hear you and say it properly."

"I will fuck whoever you want me to."

"Good girl, other than that its pretty straightforward stuff, you
cook, you clean, you offer yourself to me whenever I feel the urge.
That's about it really. Oh wait, yes from now on you only wear clothes
that I pick out for you, you never wear panties so your pussy is
always ready for me; jeans, shorts and pants are also out so you might
as well burn them and whenever I'm around you never cross your legs.
All in all a pretty simple set of rules, don't you agree?"

She nodded.

"Good now list them back to me."

"I can only wear what you want, but never panties or anything that
covers my vagina..."

"You're what?"

"Er my er Pussy. I can't wear or do anything that covers my pussy and
I have to do whatever you say and sleep - she caught his look - er
fuck anyone you order me to."

"And what will happen if you don't?"

"I will get punished," her head sunk down again and a tear rolled down
her cheek.

"How?"

"You'll let the dog fuck me again."

"Yes and I'll release the film of you and the dog on the internet.
It'd be the most widely viewed film at frat parties ever. Won't you be
famous?"

She sobbed quietly.

"Ok, I'm going to let you have another shower and this time you can
douche yourself too. I mean I don't want to stick my prick in the same
hole that my dog came in now do I? But first clear up that disgusting
mess you made." He pointed to the dog sperm spreading across the
floor.

She went to the kitchen leaving a little trail of droplets as she
went. She came back with a cloth and he made her wipe it all up then
hold the cloth against her pussy to stop any more leaking out as she
made her way to the shower. After all it'd be disgusting if he
accidentally stepped in it.

She turned the shower hose on as hard as possible and jetted it up
between her legs while holding her pussy open desperate to rid herself
of the dog cum.

When she had finished her shower she went back downstairs, naked as
ordered, to find him in front of the TV.

"Sit," he said pointing to the space next to him, "and don't move
until it finishes."

He'd used his time while she was in the shower to splice together a
rough edit of the doggy tape and he made her sit all the way through
it. She sat stock still as she watched herself taking the huge prick.
She had felt it was huge but actually seeing it made it look bigger
somehow and as for its knot... She started to cry when the dog pulled
out and the camera closed up to her pussy as it gushed cum, with a
little picture of her face superimposed on the top left hand side of
the screen, which perfectly caught her disgust and shame.

"Of course I'll do it properly later."

"Properly?"

"Oh yeah, this is just a rough cut so I could give you a sneak
preview. Its only fair you being the star and all."

"Do you have to show that to anyone else?" her voice was dull and
lifeless.

"If you're a good slave then the answer is no, it'll be our little
secret. I mean I wouldn't really want it to get around that the mother
of my baby is a common dog fucker now would I?"

"No I suppose not," she said lost in a daze of misery.

"Come here," he said gently pulling her towards him so her head rested
on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her
head, "you're a silly girl you know that? If you weren't bad I
wouldn't have to punish you and I'd prefer not to punish you."

"But you're nasty to me," she sobbed.

"I know," he sighed, "It's just that I care about you and I want to
teach you to do the right things. So a short sharp shock now will save
a lot of pain later. I think the world of you.

"You do?"

He kissed her head again, "of course. Just think of me as your daddy
who will kiss it all better."

The sudden volte face triggered something inside her and she burst
into floods of tears. He held her tight, as she sobbed her heart out,
murmuring reassurances in her ear, amazed that she was so confused
that she didn't question that her 'daddy' would tie her down and let a
dog fuck her.

He started kissing the top of her head then gently cupped her chin in
his meaty hand, turning her face up towards him. He kissed her on her
eyelids then on the tip of her nose before tasting her lips. After a
few seconds he was astonished when her mouth opened and her tongue
made its first tentative probes.

A few minutes later he carried her, their lips still locked together,
to bed.

Later she came with him.

(******************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com
********************)

She awoke long before dawn.

She could hear his deep even breaths and fancied she could hear the
dog running around silently outside. As carefully as she could, she
slipped off the bed and grabbed his robe. Slipping it on and hugging
it tightly around herself she went to the window overlooking the
ocean. She could see the phosphorescence in the moonlight and could
hear the muted roar as the breakers beat themselves to death  on the
shore.

She had been his captive for less than 2 days.

In less than 48 hours she had been turned from a bright, intelligent
woman with a glittering future and a mind and an agenda of her own
into a sex-slave that was forbidden to wear clothes and who gets
fucked by a dog if she didn't do exactly what she was told.

She tried to order her jumbled thoughts for the first time since the
start of her captivity.

So much had happened and in such a short space of time. From her first
watching herself getting raped through to the horror with the dog,
which she still scarcely believed had actually happened it was so
disgusting, it was like a blur of escalating humiliation to her. All
rushing so quickly at her, she couldn't do anything else but submit.
She'd tried fighting him but that didn't help, it just made things
worse.

On the other hand she had made love to Him and had had a climax just
like He was her lover or something. He had let his dog rape her and
then, later, she'd cum when she felt Him ejaculating in her
unprotected womb. She was so confused, it had all happened so fast and
one minute he was evil incarnate and the next a kind and thoughtful
lover.

He was asleep but the thought of escaping never entered her head. She
could see the dog apparently laughing at her in her minds eye and she
hugged herself and shuddered.

She was a slave!

She still couldn't believe it. She had to offer herself to him and to
anyone he chooses and she has no rights in the matter. But what could
she do?

He had those tapes, especially the doggy one, secreted away somewhere.
Yes she could argue that she was tied down and raped by the dog but so
what? Rape or not the truth was that a dog had cum inside her, she
couldn't deny that. And with that sort of reputation her career would
be destroyed in hours.

All she could do is go along with him, trying not to make him angry,
until she could find a way out of this mess.

She dropped the robe and slipped back into bed with him.

Her body fitted like a spoon along his back.

(******************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com
********************)

She came to with a crash as she tumbled onto the floor next to the
bed. He pulled his leg, which he'd kicked her out with, back under the
covers and said, "go fix me breakfast."

She automatically went to grab his robe then stopped, she didn't want
to antagonize him as he hadn't told her she could dress.

She made him scrambled eggs, ham and toast and loaded it, and a large
pot of coffee, on a tray and took it back to the room. He rolled over
and looked at her, noting that she was naked as per his wishes.

"Did you bring 2 cups?"

She nodded.

"Good, set it down on the bed and grab yourself a cup."

She complied grateful that he seemed to be in a good mood.

He sat munching for a while then announced, "we are going in to town
today."

"We are?"

"Yup," he said his mouth spraying toast crumbs over the bed, "we've
run out of beer."

In her previous life she'd have said something like "what a shame," in
her most sarcastic tone of voice but in her new world she kept her
counsel.

She watched him eat then stretch extravagantly before he tumbled out
of bed. He made his way to the bathroom and just before he entered he
said, "find a selection of clothes and lay them out and I'll choose
what you are going to wear today."

She found her clothes scrunched up in a couple of sports bags then
laid them out on the bed, smoothing them as best as she could. She
then sat and waited until he came back.

He came back in toweling himself dry then dressed himself. He casually
threw his dirty clothes and the wet towel on the floor; obviously it
was her job to pick them up and wash them.

Once dressed he came over to the bed, then chose a blue denim skirt
that reached halfway down her thighs and a white cotton top that
didn't quite come down to her navel.

"Get dressed and meet me downstairs and be quick about it."

She dressed as quickly as she could and pulled her hair back into a
severe ponytail as she didn't have time to brush it properly. As she
went to leave the room she noticed her panty drawer was still open. So
she pulled out a pair and quickly slipped them on, she had felt almost
obscenely naked without them. Being in the house without any was bad
enough but outside! It made her blush just thinking about it. She just
had to make sure he didn't notice.

He was sitting in the jeep, with Elroy grinning on the back seat, and
as soon as she climbed in he dropped the clutch and they were off.

He drove at breakneck speed into town and then swung into the half
full parking lot of its solitary mall.

"Give me your hand," he said. She held out her hand and he wrapped the
dog chain that led from Elroy's choke collar around her wrist then
locked it with a small padlock. "Just so you don't go wandering off,"
he said, "if I whistle then Elroy will come running, you understand?"

She nodded.

"Oh yes and one more thing, you behave normally you hear. If I feel
threatened then I give Elroy the code word and he'll tear your throat
out. Have I made myself plain?"

She nodded, terrified.

"Good. Now I've got stuff to do and so do you, like pick up your mail,
get some groceries and stuff so I'll meet you back here in an hour
ok?"

She wandered around leading the dog by its chain. 

Her lover!

'If only these people knew,' she thought, 'that the dog, who trotted
so docilely behind her, had ejaculated inside her less than 12 hours
ago.'

She had to go to the drive in portal of the drugstore, as they didn't
allow dogs inside, and surreptitiously renewed her prescription for
contraceptive pills. She had them prescribed by her doctor months ago
because her periods were erratic after her abortion, but she'd not
completed the prescription. She hoped they worked after the event; as
they were now the only glimmer of hope she had of not carrying his
baby.

"All done?" He asked as she climbed back in to the jeep.

She nodded and so he unlocked the padlock on her wrist then started
the engine; "Good, lets go home then," he said as he screeched out of
the parking space.

His lips twitched in amused anticipation as he drove.

She was a naughty girl.

He'd seen a flash of white as she climbed in to the jeep.

She was a very naughty girl indeed!

(******************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com
********************)

She was surprised when they pulled into a diner. She thought they'd be
going straight home.

She didn't mind, it was better than being cooped up the house waiting
for him to think of some other humiliation for her.

They took a booth with her sitting facing the counter at which 3
spotty mid-teen boys were wisecracking and drinking cokes. They eyed
her up and down and she blushed and looked down. She was sure that
they somehow could see just by looking at her that a dog had fucked
her.

Blood saw her look. They waited until the waitress had brought him his
coffee and left again before he spoke. "Are you wearing panties?"

"What?"

"I said are you wearing panties?" His voice was getting louder and
attracting the attention of the three boys.

She nodded, scarlet with shame.

"Did I say you could wear panties?"

"Er no, but I thought that as this skirt was so short and we were
going out I..."

She stopped in confusion as she caught the look in his eyes. This
looked bad.

"Can you remember the rules?"

She nodded, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Do you remember the rule about you not wearing panties?"

"It didn't say when we went out," she said trying to extricate
herself.

"I didn't say anything about inside or outside now did I?"

She shook her head then asked tentatively, "You're not going to let
Elroy er.."

"Take them off."

"What?"

"I said take them off."

"But I can't, not here."

"What was that about Elroy?"

She sat in stupefaction. The boys had stopped larking around and were
now looking at her in interest. Had they heard?

"So what's it to be?"

"But those boys are staring at me," she whimpered her head hung low.

"Do you know I don't really give a shit. Now do it or I'll get Elroy
to tear them off."

A tear trickled down her cheek as she reached under her skirt and
hooked them. The boys' eyes were bulging now and one of them had
frozen with his coke halfway to his mouth.

Luckily there was no-one else around to see her struggle to pull her
panties down while she remained sitting. She could feel the eyes of
the boys follow her every move and when her panties first emerged from
under her skirt there was a collective sigh, which made her redder
still.

 From then on it was all over fairly quickly she pushed them down and
gave the boys a flash of bare pussy as she lifted her feet out of
them.

She balled them up in her hands and looked down.

"Give them to the boys," he ordered.

"But I.."

"I said give them to the boys."

Reluctantly she stood up, shuffled out of the booth and walked
unsteadily towards them. When she reached them she grabbed the nearest
boy's hand and thrust her warm panties into his outstretched palm. She
then turned quickly, about to go back to her seat when she saw Blood
looking at her.

"That wasn't friendly," he said shaking his finger, "not saying a word
or even asking them if they wanted them. So now you'll have to make
amends won't you? Apologize to them then offer to take them outside
somewhere and fuck their brains out if they pay you five bucks each."

"What?" she exclaimed as the boys looked at each with wide eyes.

"You heard me. Apologize then $5 a fuck. Don't piss me off bitch or I
might just let Elroy teach you a lesson and I'll give them each a copy
of your tape to keep after they have watched you doing it live. Think
what that'll do to their education. Its your choice."

She looked down in subjugation then slowly looked up at him before
nodding slowly. She'd do it. "Can I have some change please?"

"Why?"

"So they can buy contraceptives."

"What? You want me to bankroll your punishment fuck? No, you get them
to buy them and don't take it out of the $15 either, that's mine. Now
git!"

She choked back a tear then turned to the boys, "I'm sorry," she
gulped, "I should have asked you if you wanted my panties. I'd like to
make it up to you, so if you want to - she closed her eyes - fuck me,
you can if you give me $5 each." She hoped they'd run away or tell the
black man to fuck off or something.

Of course they didn't.

$5! Chump change. They could even stump up for the cost of the
rubbers.

Blood turned back to the table as the trio of delighted fourteen year
olds followed her out of the backdoor of the diner.

They were back in less than half an hour. She must have found
somewhere close.

The boys were larking around, looking very flush faced and happy. She,
on the other hand, had bits of grass in her wild hair, a face that was
scarlet with shame and downcast eyes. He made her sit facing the boys
while he leisurely finished his coffee. She just stared at the floor,
trying to ignore the comments from the boys, and wishing the earth
would just open up and swallow her whole.

Finally Blood was ready and he held his hand out for the money. She
blushed and handed him the crumpled notes. He paid $5 for the coffee
and left the other $10 as a tip. He was feeling generous today.

After all it was easy money.

He heard one of the boys saying that He must be her pimp or something.
He smiled wondering if she'd heard it too.

They were over half way home before he spoke "So what happened?"

"They fucked me, like you wanted" she said obviously trying her
hardest not to cry.

"Yeah I know that, so what happened?"

"That's it," she said as calmly as she could, trying to stop her voice
from cracking, "they made me get undressed, we were only just outside
in the long grass, and when I was naked they made me lie down and open
my legs wide and they all took it in turns to fuck me."

"Did you have to show them how to put the condoms on?"

"No," she said her tears trickling faster now, her control slipping.

"Oh yeah why's that? Because they'd done it before?"

"No," she started sobbing in earnest," because they didn't use them."
She put her hands over her eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because they jammed the coin into the machine and couldn't get it, or
them out."

"You mean they all came inside you?"

She nodded and her sobs became more pronounced.

"So why didn't you refuse?"

"Because you'd told me I had to fuck them."

Blood smiled, "good girl," he said as he patted the top of her head.
"You did good."

(************ (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com **************)

OK that's enough for now I think. I have lots more ideas to develop
this story But I'm not sure it is worth it, are there readers for this
type of story? I'd like some feedback, so if you want me to continue
then please email me at Spoonbender@hotmail.com, you can also add some
of your own ideas that I might use in the storyline (no snuff, scat or
golden showers please, other than that virtually anything goes). As
you can see (read - whatever) I haven't described her in any detail so
you can insert your favorite girl (or yourself of course ladies) into
the story in your own mind. On that subject I'd love to get some
pictures of what you think she looks like. Finally if any of you
ladies are looking for a stern Master, with a deliciously wicked
imagination, then you know my address.

(********* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com ********************)

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