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Marriage is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Two people joined in a union of sharing, caring and love.



Crap!



Susan’s marriage was all about maintaining good relationships between rivalling families. Anyone would think this was the Dark Ages, an arranged marriage of a white 18 year old, 5′ 6″, blonde goddess with perfectly pert tits and well rounded ass to the son of a billionaire crime boss. However, this was 2011 and Susan was walking down the aisle to meet the man she was betrothed to for the first time in her life.



Having recently moved to England, from America, Susan was the only daughter of a renowned crime family. Her father was the head of a mob that controlled most of the prostitution, drug and racketeering trade in several states. It was decided, when she was younger, that she would be joined with a family who controlled the European interests of the company. For this reason, she was kept house bound for most of her teenage life, with limited access to only female friends.



On her 18th birthday, she was told that her wedding would be the following week. All the arrangements had been made and her belongings had been packed for the flight the following day. Stunned, Susan could do no more than look down politely at her feet and nod her head. Arguing with her father was pointless, she’d seen her mother do it and now she was permanently hospitalised after he beat her senseless.



Women meant little in her father’s profession. They were just a means for pleasure or to create off spring. Aware that her father never loved her mother, it was unsurprising she was not going to be allowed to form a love match like her brothers. Although in their cases, the love match was very one sided, both their wives had little choice in the matter. Both often supported heavy bruising from ‘punishments’ afflicted upon them by their beloved husbands.



Susan led a sheltered life, but had never been ‘punished’ by anyone. Understanding early on that being the docile daughter was expected, she performed her role to perfection. Instead believing that her sister-in-laws ‘punishments’ were their own fault for disobeying their husbands and that when she was married she would never give her husband call for such treatment.



Now here she was, walking down to meet the man who would look after her and be her husband. Taking ownership of her from her father who currently held her arm in an almost vice like grip. If he doubted her commitment he needn’t have bothered. Upon sight of her new partner she was relieved. Tall, dark and handsome was a perfect description of John Smith.



Startlingly blue eyes, which seem to piece deep into her soul, watch her coming towards him. After reaching the church altar, he takes her hand in his and she gets a perspective of his strength as he crushes her fingers ever so slightly. Turning her eyes to look at him further, she sees a grin spread across his face as he squeezes tighter. Looking at her father, he just nods and she is released. Ownership is passed. All that is needed now are the words to cement the union and the consummation that was inevitable tonight.



From that moment on, everything seems to go in a blur. The ceremony is over in what seems like seconds and the following sit down meal and reception seem elaborately surreal and dreamlike. It occurs to Susan that she has not even spoken to her husband yet other than to proclaim her vows. Seeking him out, she finds him talking to her father and brothers.



Laughter and jesting abound, as the men discuss various issues, anecdotes and sporting news. Susan waits patiently for them to finish, knowing all too well that her father and brothers hate to be interrupted when they are talking. When finally they finish, her father looks over at her.



“She’ll make you a good wife. She’s been a faithful daughter and I’ve never had to beat her. I’ve kept her safe for you and I know for a fact she is still a virgin. I hope you’re very happy with her.”



Stunned at her father’s declaration of her maidenhood, Susan looks into the amused eyes of her husband, John.



“I think I’ll enjoy her very much. Thank you for raising her so well, she is quite the beauty. However, I think we’ll take your leave and make the most of the hotel room we have booked upstairs, time to take care of that cherry and make this marriage official.”



With even more laughter echoing in her ears, Susan is forcefully pulled away by John towards the hotel foyer. Susan struggles to keep pace in her high heels as he swiftly moves to the lifts. Whilst waiting for it to arrive, she is startled by his mouth suddenly locking upon hers. This is no chaste kiss, his lips mash against hers and his tongue slips inside. It feels like a violation, having never kissed this way before, she moves her head backwards to be stopped by John’s hand holding her firm. His large hand holding her neck with his fingers laced into her hair, it hurts as he pulls her in even deeper.



Responding in a way she hopes will please him, she gives over to the kiss hoping it will stop as soon as the lift arrives. However, as the doors open and the previous passengers vacate, he keeps possession of her lips and moves them inside. Once there and the door closes, he presses the executive button to the top floor and pushes her back against the wall. Never once does he break his hold or even seem to lose concentration with his exploration of her mouth.



Alone, pushed up against the mirrored wall, Susan starts to panic slightly. If a simple kiss was hard to bare what would their consummation be like? With him this close to her she could feel the threatening bulge in his pants, she can even feel it throbbing as he continues to kiss her fiercely. Unsure of what to do with her hands she keeps them limply by her sides, thus allowing him free access to her body.



Unreservedly, he moves to grasp her tits through her exquisite wedding gown. Finally overcome with emotions, Susan’s hand automatically comes up and slaps John’s face with as much force as she can muster. The sound echoes around the lift and the realisation of what she has done hits her with the reverberation. Slowly, looking into his eyes confirms her thoughts. Susan has just made the worst mistake of her life.



“Quite the swing, Darling! However that is no way to treat your new husband. I think it’s time you learnt your new role in life, My Pretty. From now on you belong to me, this is no ‘partnership’, you ain’t my ‘better half’. You’re mine to do with as I see fit. My father owns this city.



One more outburst like that and I’ll have you sectioned and thrown into the nearest mental asylum. Which, coincidentally, I own. There, I’ll get them to strap you to a table where I can do what the hell I want to you. Whilst the rest of the time, they’ll send electric shocks through that perfect body of yours until you pass out from the pain.



Now, I don’t want to hear a sound out of you unless I ask, you’ll do everything I want and you’ll smile and be polite. You father raised you better than this, I’d hate for you to disappoint him!”



Standing dumb from disbelief, Susan is unable to react as John takes her flimsy bodice in both hands and rips it clean down the front. Two pert tits fall freely out as the dress provided all the support she needed and now that had been removed. The air conditioning in the lift causes her nipples to harden automatically making them look enticingly edible.



Taking one in each large hand, John proceeds to pinch them both mercilessly whilst resuming his attack on her mouth with his tongue. Having never felt a man touch her, Susan is shocked by how much her body is reacting. Never did she think her breasts would be so sensitive, each pinch sending waves of pain through her body but also tiny shimmers of something that causes something deep inside of her to warm and tingle.



Inside John’s head is an array of sexual possibilities, when his new wife’s father and his had planned all of this over 10 years ago, he’d been a stroppy lad who hadn’t really liked the idea. At the time, Susan was only 8 and he couldn’t see how this would work out. However, now he could see the potential, at 29 he’d had many sexual partners, not all of the 100% willing, and lived out many of his fantasies. However, none of them he could keep. Now this kid had turned into a buxom goddess and he had the keys to the kingdom.



Ripping her gown further down her body, John takes a step back and looks at his new toy. Watching Susan shake as her dress hangs at her waist, whilst being observed, causes his cock to grow even harder. Perfect 10 with tits to die for. Callously, he orders her to do a little turn for him. Unfortunately, or fortunately for him, this causes her dress to lose all stability and it pools around her feet just as the elevator grinds to a halt and the doors open.



Susan grabs for her dress to once again be stopped by her husband. Wrenching the garment from her body, he hurls it away and pulls her semi-naked into the corridor. Stood only in her silky white pants with hold up stockings and high heels, she can see in the lift mirror the picture she makes. With nipples red and erect from John’s pinching she looks like a wanton slut. Ashamed, she tries to cover herself the best she can with her arms.



“Don’t you dare hide my property! I own that stunning body of yours and I don’t want it covered up. Put your hands on the back of your neck, stand up tall and walk out of the lift and to my room door. I want to watch that sweet ass shake and swing.”



With a light swat, Susan does as she is instructed, wiggling her ass as much as she can. She knows his earlier threat is true, she knew he owned several businesses including a mental institution. One look in his eyes and she knows that one serious mistake from her could be her undoing. Also, she knows that her father would stand by and let it happen as she was no longer his concern.



Nervously, Susan enters the corridor to find that John’s room is the only one on the floor. That means he’s booked the pent house for the night. Thankful that no one else would see her in this compromising position, Susan stands patiently by the door.



John, admiring the view, comes up behind her, picks her up and throwing her into a fireman’s lift. Opening the door he ‘carries her over the threshold’ and moves straight to the bedroom. Here he unceremoniously dumps her face down on the Emperor sized, four poster bed and strips off his own clothes.



Susan lies silently as her husband disrobes, she has never seen a grown man’s cock before and after only feeling it though his trousers she knows this one is ready for action. Once naked, her husband takes no time in dragging her by her legs to the end of the bed, bending her over the edge. With no warm up he shoves his cock straight into her dry cunt and Susan cries out in shock.



With a grunt, John pushes past her cherry with vigour and plants himself to the hilt. Holding still he looks down at his wife and smiles. So she was a virgin? He’d felt something break inside her and adored the tightness of her cunt. Pleased that he’d at least got what he’d paid for, John slowly pulls out to the tip. Digging his fingers into her hips he uses them like handles to violently pull them backwards onto him as he thrusts forward.



Susan screams again as his cock is forced back inside her repeatedly, feeling his balls bouncing off her ass as he buries himself in deep with each stroke. It seems forever until his grunts get deeper and he suddenly stops.



“I have no intention of getting you pregnant yet, My Pretty. I don’t want some rug rat getting in the way of having some fun with my new plaything. Also, there is more than one cherry I’d like to take today.”



With an evil laugh, John pulls his rock hard cock out of Susan’s aching cunt and aims it at his new goal. Spreading her ass cheeks apart with his fingers, he shoves the tip of his erection into her anus. Barely making it through, he gives her little time to adjust as he grasps her tits and uses those to pull her backwards to impale her onto his thrusting weapon.



Susan feels like she is going to be ripped open, the cock in her ass causes immense pain as it pushes up inside her. The rough fingers on her tits squeeze them painfully hard and her body is helpless to protect itself. As John picks up the pace, Susan struggles to stay conscious. Her brain wanting to shut her down from the pain, but she knows that this will not help.



Fighting to stay awake, she looks blankly at a picture on the hotel wall. It shows a woman and man obviously in love. He is kneeling, holding out a flower towards her. Romance, not the brutal violation she is suffering at the hands of her own husband. It seems John is graced with exceptional stamina, as he takes his time to unload his cum deep into her bowels. His last shove almost breaks her hips with its force.



John collapses against Susan’s back. Wow, it’s never been that good before. Normally, afterwards, he’d have to get his body guards to pay off the girl or give her a beating to warn her to keep her mouth shut. However, here was a girl he could do what he wanted to and she didn’t have to go anywhere. He could do it all again and she’d have to take it.



A slow smile creeps across his face as he spanks her harshly on the ass and pulls out his cock with an audible pop. Spreading her ass apart, he can see his cum dripping out her hole mixed with a tiny amount of blood. He’d have to be careful. He didn’t want to break her too soon. That would spoil all the fun.



Using her hair, he pulls Susan to her feet. The wincing in her eyes betrays the pain she is feeling inside. Shoving her towards the bathroom, he orders her to clean herself up and to bring back a cloth to sort him out.



With no hesitation, Susan almost runs to the privacy of the bathroom. Here she uses a soft cloth to clean the cum and blood out of her ass and cunt. Selecting another, she dampens it and wills herself to return to the bedroom. It takes her several minutes to build up the courage to leave, but knows that if she takes much longer she may displease him and fears his wrath.



Finding him sat at the end of the bed with his trousers round his ankles, she goes over and kneels in front of him. Using the cloth carefully, she removes traces of their bodily fluids from his cock. John moans softly as her soft administrations renew his erection. Wrenching the cloth from her, he grasps her hand and places it against him. Wrapping her fingers around his base and using her hand to wank himself. Her hands are soft and their touch almost sends him spewing cum all over the place. However, he’s honed his skill of control and has more in mind than a quick hand job.



Locking his fingers around her neck, he pulls her head until her painted lips are touching his pulsing cock. Again, one brush of that soft mouth is nearly his undoing, but he holds back and pushes himself past their barrier. Here he hits a wall of teeth that seem unmoving.



“Open wide, My Pretty. I’d hate to have to knock all those teeth out before I can carry on, but I will. I plan to shove myself right down that elegant throat of yours and fuck your face like I did that cunt and ass. When I cum, you’ll swallow the whole lot.”



Distraught, Susan reluctantly opens her jaw and allows the rock hard flesh into her mouth. Instead of resting there it proceeds straight to the back of her throat and she struggles not to gag. His hand on the back of her neck makes sure she cannot escape the infiltration and she closes her eyes to focus on her breathing.



John then does exactly as he explained, moving in and out of her, using her face like a cunt and fucking it for all it’s worth. Her constricting throat is delightful and it doesn’t take long until he buries himself deep and shoots his load straight down her gullet. There is no chance of any leaking with him stuffed inside, but after a cruel thought he pulls out and shoots the last drops onto her face.



Bending down to smear the cum across her face, John looks down on Susan with a fake angry glare.



“I said every drop, My Pretty. Looks like some escaped. So I guess I’d better teach you a lesson. It’s only a drop so I’ll only punish you a bit. That seems fair.”



With that, he pulls the belt from the trousers around his ankles and stands in front of Susan. Instructing her to wrap her arms around his legs, whilst she is still on her knees, he flicks the belt backwards and then flips it forwards, over her shoulders and landing it across her bare back. Straight away a red mark appears on her china doll skin and it is joined by several more in quick succession.



After several more lashes, he drops the belt and makes her stand and turn for him, keeping her arms locked on her neck so his view is not obscured. Pleased with his handiwork he orders her to re-dress and directs her to the oak wardrobe in the corner.



Inside is a red dress, cut low at the front all the way down to her navel with only a small broach to keep her breasts out of view. The high back covers her battered body and a slit on the side goes all the way up to her hip. Deadly looking stilettos accompany the outfit and she is shocked to see everything fits perfectly but also to see that no underwear has been provided.



Dressing quickly to regain some dignity, Susan is dismayed that the dress reveals more than she anticipated. The cloth is so thin that her dark nipples are clearly visible and the high slit shows a great deal of flesh as she walks. The shoes are difficult to balance in but she maintains her composure and walks back to her husband.



John has also redressed and is in the process of cutting up the hotels white bed spread. The section he takes is the patch where her maidenhood has bled, a lasting souvenir of their consummation and proof of her virginity. Folding it expertly he tucks it into his handkerchief pocket of his jacket so that he can display it proudly.



Barely uttering a word to her, he briefly allows her to refresh her make-up and then walks her back towards the elevator, past the shredded wedding gown. Once inside and the doors close, John takes the opportunity to view his bride. The dress was a perfect choice, showing off her new complete lack of innocence.



In his own way he was proud of her, he’d taken her roughly and she’d bared it well. Her walk was hampered by the soreness but she was carrying on with her duties and she wasn’t a hysterical wreck. Later, he was going to thank his father and apologise for doubting his management of his nuptials. John had every intention of enjoying this new union and seeing how far he could push his new wife.



Taking a brief opportunity to grope her before the elevator stopped, John crushed Susan against the mirrored wall. Shoving his hand up and under her skirt and straight between her thighs, using his own knee to open them, he digs his fingers into her slit and fucks them in and out. Once again probing her mouth with his tongue, he continues until the elevator bell rings and then disentangles himself.



Leading her by a secure grip on her arm he directs her back to their wedding reception in the grand main hall. Outside it is getting dark and a few members have returned home or to their hotel rooms. However, some continued to make the most of the disco provided and the open bar. Seeing their fathers deep in conversation, John steers his wife over to them.



“I’d like to thank you Sir, you’re daughter was very pleasing in the bedroom and I have the evidence of her virginity in my pocket. I look forward to further business dealings between yourself and our end of the organisation. Father, thank you for arranging such an enticing bride for me to marry, I think she will be most agreeable and will hopefully provide us with an heir to the family fortune one day.”

Chapter 7: Talking with Cindy



Cindy had been a good slave for quite a while. She’d received her share of spankings and humiliation and spent a lot of time with nipple clamps on her heavenly breasts but hadn’t had a major punishment in quite a bit. She definitely didn’t deserve what was about to happen to her.



I woke her with a kick to her door. By the time I unlocked and opened it she was kneeling properly, her blanket and pillow shoved behind her. She looked a picture, it was hard not to kiss my sweet Cindy. I could tell she was hopeful that today wouldn’t be too painful, anxious to please if that was what I required.



“Come out and stand up, dear.”



I instructed my slave. She obeyed and I took the chance to glide my hands over her tempting body. All mine to do with as I please, whatever I desire. And that day I wanted to abuse her. Poor girl.



I took her to the bathroom and stayed inside as she took care of herself. I was enthralled, like always, as I watched her sitting on the toilet, showering, brushing her teeth and pulling her recently dried hair into my favorite style, a pony tail. Someday I’ll have to teach her to be my pony girl, it only seems appropriate.



We went to the play room and I sat in the master’s chair. I told Cindy to fetch the clover clamps and a pair of cuffs. She returned promptly and handed them to me. Turning her around I locked her wrists behind her, taking a moment to admire her bottom. She has such a spankable ass, I wonder how many times I’ve struck it. The ever-present plug was there, her best friend nestled between her round cheeks, always reminding her that I can do anything I please with her magnificent body.



“Turn and kneel, slave.”



She got down on her knees facing me and presented her tits, knowing what was next. Her nipples are just made for clamps so she wears them almost every day. Her soft pink buds get so sore. She occasionally asks me to massage then for her, even though she abhors asking for any sort of intimate contact.



I stroked her nipples until they were aroused, standing tall and begging for attention. My slave hates it when her body responds against her will. Sometimes I tell her she won’t be punished if she can keep her nipples from getting hard for three minutes but my fingers and lips always win the contest. After fixing the familiar clamps on her I pushed her head down onto my cock. She got right to work, as expected. Her skilled mouth making me fully erect in no time.



“Good girl, now stand up and turn. Spread your feet and touch your toes.”



With Cindy in position, her ass and cunt on display for me, I stepped behind her and pushed into her love hole. She wasn’t wet at first but her saliva was enough for entry and the penetration soon caused her to lubricate. I fucked her at a comfortable pace and the chain from her clamps bounced off her face as it dangled down from her chest.



My filthy slut soon began to enjoy herself, juicing up nicely and even trying to push back with what little leverage she had. I doubted she’d be able to cum but that was fine, I assume she likes being teased.



After a pleasant while of this I felt my own orgasm approaching and buried myself in her warm, wet softness. I pumped my seed deep into her body, claiming her as mine once again. Cindy dutifully turned and cleaned our fluids off my cock while I enjoyed the post-orgasm glow. My need for sex was satisfied but my need to hurt and humiliate my girl was still burning strong.



“Come with me, sweetness.”



I led her to the punishment room and refastened her hands in front of her. I chained them to the ceiling, pulling her arms over her head to keep them out of the way. Not too high, leaving her gorgeous tits sagging just that perfect amount. I wound a slim rope around the base of one of her breasts, wrapping the successive strands closer to her chest. I did the same with her other breast. Soon they stood out beautifully round and swollen, slowly turning darker as the blood became trapped in her precious mounds.



“My lovely girl, you look so nice this way! Don’t you think you look pretty?”



“Yes, sir. I look very pretty for you.”



she answered reluctantly. My slave has learned, through cruel punishments, to say exactly what I like to hear from her. Such a good girl.



“Yes, you’re all ready for today’s fun.”



I freed her hands and gave her a couple toys to carry back to the play room. She took a cane and flogger in stride but shuddered at the cattle prod. After adding a narrow leather strap I led her back into the play room. She followed, looking submissively at the floor and holding the instruments of her approaching torment.



There was a plain but sturdy wooden table in the play room that she must have noticed before. I had built it just for my Cindy. I hoped she appreciated all the time and effort I put into finding creative ways to hurt her. I’d make sure she thanked me later. She’s very good at expressing her gratefulness with the right incentive.



After she placed her toys on the table I fastened her hands behind her. I had her kneel next to the table, resting her bound breasts on the hard, flat surface. The side of the table she was facing was 6 feet long. The width was two feet. I had bolted it to the floor to ensure it stayed in position. On Cindy’s side there was Plexiglas from the tabletop to the floor, between the two legs.



I had two U-shaped metal bars with the ends threaded like a bolt. These fit over her tits and through four conveniently placed holes in the surface. Reaching under the table, I screwed nuts on the ends, ensuring the curved rods couldn’t be lifted. I pulled one of my girl’s nipples across the table towards me, getting as much flesh as possible under the curve of the bar.



“Lean forward honey, give me all of that tied up titty.”



I tightened the nuts further, clamping her tit down with the bar fitting behind the ropes I had used earlier. I repeated the process on her other swollen mammary, locking her to the table by her precious boobs.



Cindy was truly scared now, she knew this was going to be a painful ordeal and her chest would be taking a battering. Her wide open eyes followed my every move for some clue as to what her immediate future held. I let her stew, she’d find out soon enough.



Next I brought over another Plexiglas sheet. It had two half circles cut out of the bottom edge and she must have known what they were for. The two legs on Cindy’s side of the table extended up about four feet above the tabletop and I secured the clear pane to these. The bottom of the pane was resting on the table with the holes fitting just over the clamps locking her to the wooden suface.



My slave was now separated from her tits by a transparent wall. I removed her wrist cuffs leaving her unbound except for her helpless chest. She could speak, struggle, thrash, or wave her arms but her gorgeous tits were a world away from her, despite being in clear sight.



I pulled up a chair and sat directly across from my fucktoy. I smiled at her and gently brushed my fingertips over the taught skin of her bosom. Untying the ropes I carefully unwound them from her chest, thoughtfully making sure not to give my poor girl any rope burns as I pulled them from underneath her swollen breasts.



With some of the pressure relieved her tits weren’t ballooned quite as round. There were lovely lines circling them were the rope had hugged her closely but those slowly faded as the clamps were tight enough to make her swell up again. I fondled the vulnerable globes and watched Cindy’s face as she looked around, examining her situation and avoiding eye contact. She grimaced, displeased but knowing that any verbal protest would land her in even more trouble.



I squeezed her nipples and tugged them towards me. I admired her stunning breasts. They must have brought her so much attention in her previous life, all the boys desperate to touch them or even catch a glimpse of her soft, warm chest. They continued to bring her attention under my care. Unwanted and painful attention, of course, but my Cindy can’t afford to be picky these days. After fondling the tender flesh for a while, I informed her what the day would bring.



“We’re going to have a nice conversation, slave. We’ll talk about lots of fun things and be very open with each other. I believe it will be good for our relationship and bring us closer together as a master and a worthless piece of trash that’s only good for fucking and hurting. To be sure you’re completely honest, I will demonstrate what happens to slaves who lie or hide the truth.”



Poor Cindy wilted at being called a piece of trash. After all this time her feelings are still hurt by degrading names. She’s just perfect.



She forgot all about her injured pride when I picked up the cattle prod. She had experienced the prod several times by that point in her slavery, usually when she wasn’t moving fast enough for my tastes. I had always used it on her sides, ass and thighs. I’d been saving the sensation of having her tits shocked just for that day.



I held the two metal prongs an inch in front of her nipple, letting her anticipate what was coming. The look of terror on her gorgeous features was just amazing. The desperate girl pressed her palms against the clear panel and tried to push herself away from the impending pain. Of course her tits weren’t going anywhere, clamped to the table as they were. For all her effort, her breasts didn’t even jiggle.



As Cindy shrieked and begged I smiled and pressed the prod into her nipple, leaving it just a few moments before sending the shock. My fuckdoll absolutely lost it. Screaming and clawing at the Plexiglas to get to her mistreated tit and protect it. Once she calmed down I zapped her other nipple even longer.



“Now sweetie, are you ready to be completely candid with me?”



With her eyes sad and her lip pouting she nodded her agreement. I set the prod back on the table and lifted the leather strap. It was about an inch wide and 18 inches long. I laid it over Cindy’s round tits, knowing she hates the feeling of an implement she’s about to be hurt with. She cringes so beautifully when I stoke her gently with a whip or cane.



“Remember to answer right away dear, hesitation will be punished. Which of your fuck holes do you like having used the most?”



My slut looked confused, she doesn’t get to talk much and when she is allowed she’s usually begging. She started to speak, stopped and when I reached for the strap she quickly blurted,



“My pussy, sir!”



“That was close, slave. Now, why do you like having me in your cunt more than anything else?”



“It doesn’t hurt like my ass or choke me like my mouth.”



“Being choked is the worst part of having me in your throat?”



“Yes, sir.”



“What else don’t you like about it?”



She looked up at me pleadingly, those big blue eyes looking up almost inspiring sympathy. But Cindy doesn’t get sympathy, she gets pain. She gets humiliation. She gets used. I snatched the strap and brought it down across the tops of both her trapped boobs.



“I don’t like AAAAAAGGGHH!”



She tried to answer in time but failed. Any leniency had been used up with her first question. I lashed her ten time while she sang me a high pitched song with her heartbreaking screams. I sternly repeated,



“What else don’t you like about sucking my cock?”



She was breathing heavily and starting to cry but managed to answer,



“I hate swallowing your semen.”



Ten more strokes followed. Cindy screamed and spread her arms as though she could reach around the clear barrier and soothe her precious milk sacks.



“I told you to tell the truth you filthy fucking liar. Just a couple weeks ago you were begging to swallow my cum.”



“But sir, you wouldn’t give me any food! I was hungry.”



“Well that’s your fault, isn’t it? When I put you on the scale how much was your tubby ass overweight?



“Two pounds, master.”



That memory warmed my heart. The weight above her allowed maximum hadn’t even been noticeable. If anything, it had made her soft, round bottom even more fuckable. Still, rules are rules and bad girls need discipline. It didn’t matter that I had kept her bound in various predicaments instead of exercising her and fed her greasy foods instead of the usual fruits and veggies the previous week. She had allowed herself to become fat and disgusting.



We shared a lovely evening of beatings and anal sex. When I finally put her away in her house I informed her that she’d be on a cum diet until she returned to an attractive weight. The next day when her stomach growled I made her suck me off, making sure to cum in her recently brushed hair. Later on she sucked me but I came inside her tight fuckslot. The following morning she finally begged for some breakfast, fresh from my manhood.



“Why did you tell me you don’t like my delicious cum when you want it so badly?”



“I needed it, sir, but I didn’t like it. I hate knowing it’s inside me, part of me.”



“Now that’s a good answer. If you had explained yourself like that right away you wouldn’t have been punished. Let’s see if you can be a little more forthcoming about your shit hole. Why don’t you like being fucked in the ass as much as in the cunt?”



“It hurts, sir. And, and it’s wrong. There, there shouldn’t be anything up my bottom. But, unh, the worst part is that you make me taste it! Why? Why do you do that? I HATE IT!”



Cindy was screaming by the end of her explanation. Fresh tears fell down her delicate cheeks. I think the release was good for her. She’s usually not permitted to voice much of an opinion and she probably needed to tell someone her feelings of shame and anger, even if it was me.



“Once you make me dirty with your asshole it’s your responsibility to clean me off. That only seems fair. You said you don’t like anything up your anus. What about your best friend? How does it feel when that’s gone?”



“It feels empty. I’m used to it but I still hate it. I hate it more because I’m used to it.”



I was pleased. Hearing how her treatment hurt her mentally as well as physically was making me hard. After our conversation Cindy would get a nice, deep ass raping while holding the soiled plug in her mouth.



“You did such a good job I’m only going to give you 10 more with the strap, then we can use the flogger.”



My slave gave me that wonderful glare of hers that appears when I do something completely unfair but present it as reasonable or even generous. I added ten more lines across the sensitive flesh of her bosom and she screamed, just like I wanted her to.



Once I was done with the strap I put it back on the table. As I lifted the flogger, Cindy’s eyes glanced back and forth between it and the cane, probably trying to determine how much more abuse her tits would have to endure. I draped the lashes over her breasts, slowly pulling them back and forth. The leather strands brushing her red skin. As I leaned over and kissed the Plexiglas in front of her face I hoped she was imagining the heat spreading after being hit with the flogger.



“Sweetheart, this is an important question. Be sure to answer right away and explain yourself well. What is the worst punishment you’ve experienced since I made you my slave?”



She just stared. I had a suspicion she tried to hold back her tears and screams at times so I wouldn’t know which tortures she feared most. The idea of revealing this to me must have horrified her into silence. While I understood her hesitation I wouldn’t forgive it.



I brought the flogger down on my two bulging targets, the dull impact causing Cindy to grunt. The flogger didn’t have the same sharp impact as the other instruments but I made up for it. Blow after blow left her tits glowing crimson. I covered all possible angles, covering the sides, of course her nipples and making sure to let the tips curl down into her cleavage from time to time.



I know she appreciated my thoroughness because by the end of fifty strokes she was gushing tears of gratitude. Her head was leaning forward against the barrier, her hands reaching for her maltreated titties, as if she could will them through the pane to hold her chest and ease her suffering.



As soon as she seemed responsive again I demanded,



“What has been the worst torture?”



‘The wooden pony, master. Please, no more, the pony was the worst. It hurts, sir, it hurts me there and it just gets worse and worse. My legs get so tired and my pussy gets so sore, it’s not fair. You just leave me there, you don’t even stay. I try so hard to stay up but I can’t and it, it hurts my clit so bad. The rest of my pussy too but my clit! Master, y-you’re going to ruin me!”



Cindy’s speech was accentuated with sobs, tears and wails. My rapedoll had had enough. Unfortunately for her I had every intention of giving her much more than enough. I dragged the flogger across her breasts once again and laid it back on the wooden surface.



I lifted the cane, my favorite instrument for inflicting pain on her helpless meat sacks. Just for fun I laid a few stripes across her nipples and areolas. She was clearly holding back her protest, as she didn’t deserve this under the current rules. Too bad. I continued striking the tips of her breasts, emphasizing my words as I asked.



“Of course the pony is great fun, all girls want a pony. What has been the most painful experience for these?”



I indicated what “these” were with a final blow, straight across both nipples as hard as I could.



“You hurt my breasts so much. It’s always bad. I don’t know, sir!”



Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!



“That’s not a good answer, cunt. Think of a better one. Maybe this will inspire you.”



Standing to the side of the table I firmly pinched a nipple with my left hand and pulled it up, lifting the breast away from the flat surface. I used my right to thrash the sensitive underside of Cindy’s breast with the cane, swinging horizontally across the tabletop. While the stupid whore blubbered incoherently I painted welts all over the bottoms of her tits.



“I sick of holding these up, wait here.”



Setting the cane on the table, I walked swiftly to the punishment room and found what I was looking for. Coming back to my sweet slave I again hefted her tits up by her nipples and slid a sheet of course sandpaper under each one. Pressing a hand on top of each bag of flesh, I ground the fresh welts into the rough surface.



“So, did you think of a good answer or do I need to use the cattle prod again?”



“No, Master, I know what the worst was. It was the sunburn. The sunburn on my breasts and then you hurt them so much. Like today but they were burned. They hurt all the time.”



That had been a special time. If I wasn’t worried my slave would get skin cancer I’d keep her sunburned all summer. I had cut two holes in a sheet of plywood and strapped her to it with her tits forced through the holes. A strap over her back and four more at her wrists and ankles held her tight against the board. I laid her outside with her breasts exposed to the sun all afternoon.



While Cindy soaked up the sun I sat nearby under a shade umbrella and enjoyed some lemonade. I even took a short nap, lulled to sleep by the sweet sounds of my slave explaining desperately that her boobs were being baked and she would do anything to get out of her situation. The poor thing actually offered to “make love to me with her butthole”. A phrase she despises and has otherwise never said without being specifically prompted.



I couldn’t resist an offer like that so I flipped the board over and took her anally. After being so willing to give it up she certainly did cry a lot. The weight of both our bodies must have been causing some discomfort in her sunburn-covered tits. After returning her best friend I turned her back over and went inside to cool off.



Cindy’s titties were bright red by the time I brought her in. The contrast with the rest of her pale skin was just gorgeous. Just touching them was painful for her. Of course I did much more than touch them over the next several days. Naturally, she had to be punished for allowing her skin to peel. Her tits looked terrible and she knows she’s responsible for pleasing me with her appearance.

I was awaiting my Master coming home for months. I had sent him many letters and called him a lot but I had slipped on quite a few occasions. Whenever my Master asked me to do something I usually did it, but while he was gone (which was the first time he had ever left me) I got, well, lazy with my discipline. He wasn’t here, I thought. What could possibly be the harm? The one thing that really made him angry was him asking for naked pictures and me refusing, well, I had sent him many but what he was asking me for was completely ridiculous in my opinion. He wanted pictures of me playing with myself. Now, with him being gone I thought, what was the harm? I can’t be punished from 1400 miles away now can I?



Weeks passed by and I became much more relaxed on the phone with him, now of course this made him VERY angry but once again I thought, what was the harm? But now it was time for him to come home and my heart begun racing. Oh god, was he remembering all the disobedient things I had done?



“Hello, Master” I said as I saw him come in the door. He had a package in his hands and then two guys emerged from behind him and came into our house.



“Who are those guys, sir?” Immediately I was slapped after saying this.



“You don’t ask questions, slut. Now then, these are my little helpers. They’re going to help me punish you for all of those horrible things you’ve done wrong, now then grab her boys.” As soon as he finished speaking the two men grabbed my arms. I was shoved face first into the floor. They grabbed some rope and began tying my arms behind my back. I was then gagged with a tie and dragged to the bedroom. First Master decided he was going to leave me on the floor, then he had a better idea.



“You’re going in the closet, slut. I will beat you and turn off the lights. I wil ungag you when I want your mouth and fuck you when I feel like it, and you won’t come out unless I want to use you. And if you REALLY piss me off I will get someone else to use and abuse you. Do you fucking understand, slut?”



I nodded my head as a tear rolled down my cheek. He had never been so harsh before. Before I knew it, I was thrown in our spacey (yet not spacey enough) walk in closet. He turned off the lights and left me in there.



It had to be a good hour before I even heard foot steps in the bedroom. I sat there, just thinking. Maybe I should have listened to my Master while he was gone. But hey, this isn’t TOO bad? But then, the door opened. It was my Master.



“Ready slut?” I saw him holding a leather belt in his hands. I got nervous. I knew what that mean.



‘WHACK’ The sting of the belt on my exposed flesh stung.



‘WHACK’ Once again. The welts had started forming. I cried out in pain. My Master smirked and laughed. He left. It was over, or was it? Then the other men came in. The started to beat me with their hands. One by one their fists and smacks hit my skin. The beating must have lasted at least 30 minutes.



After they were done they closed the door. I could hear them laughing in the other room. I lay on the ground in pain. Why was Master hurting me like this? Was I that disobedient? I started to sob. I loved my Master so much, I should have been better..



“Stop crying, slut.” My master yelled. He roughly pulled me up and tugged me across the room and threw me on the bed. He ripped off the rope restraints and held me in the bed.



“Stay there, I’ll be right back.”



He came back in with a video camera and the two men.



“I’m going to beat you, and I’m going to allow them to beat you. You will suck their dick or do whatever the fuck they want. That means if they want to fuck you in the ass you will fuckin do it, do you understand? And if one of them feels neglected all three of us will beat you. I will video tape it so you can watch your slutty self again and again.” I was scared. I hated anal sex. It hurt so bad and he knew it. My Master has never threatened me with it. I didn’t know I had upset him this much. I started to shake and a tear fell from my face.



One of them started to kiss and grope me. I stared at my Master looking scared. All he did was snicker. The other one came around and started to rub my pussy. Involuntarily I started to become wet.



“Your slave is such a slut. She’s getting wet at another man touching her!” One of the men said.



“No..please stop…” I cried. But they continued. I could see the bulges in their pants. One of them started to unzip his pants. I could hear his snicker.



“I just want to stick this all over you, slut” He said.



They forced my mouth open and he began thrusting his 7 inch cock inside my mouth. I gagged. He was being so rough. The other unzipped his pants and started going lower. This revealed a large 9 inch cock. I had never had so big. He then started going for my ass. I started freaking out.



“NO PLEASE NO! NOT MY ASS ANYTHING BUT THAT!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!”. I shrieked.



He snickered and forced him inside my ass. I screamed.



“NO IT HURTS IT HURTS PLEASE STOP. MASTER PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP!!” But they didn’t listen. He began thrusting hard. I started screaming. I began to cry. His dick hurt so bad inside of me. The other was watching. I then heard my Master mumble something and come over. I was smacked in the face hard for neglecting the other man as a warning. I began giving him a hand job but it was hard considering the tremedous pain I was in.



He came inside of me and pulled out. Sweet relief. Then the other jumped on top of me and began fucking my pussy. I was wet, really wet. Why was I so wet? Why am I so incredibly turned on from this assault? I guess I’m more of a masochist than I really thought.



This fucking was sweeter. The other man was very gentle and I experienced much pleasure from this. He started to mess with my clit and I could feel an orgasm coming on. This was so embarrassing to do in front of my Master but I lost control of my body. I started moaning loud and soon an incredibly orgasm swept over me. And then, it was over. The men began leaving and it was just me and my Master.



“How was your punishment, slave?”



“It was just, sir. I deserved it.”



“Good to know you learned your lesson. There will be more later” He kissed me softly on the forehead and walked out.



I’ve now learned to always listen to my great Master. I love him so much.

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