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Breaking Her In

By: AnnesPet



I don't know how long I have been lying here, but minutes tend to fade away in my Queen's throne room. She had called, told me to wait for her on the bed. I strip and lie down, my eyes on the hot pink La-Z-Boy chair she calls Her throne. I yearn for my Queen.

She told me She had a surprise for me, something I contemplate. This is by design, I'm sure. My Queen wants me to wait and consider.

She feeds my mind and retrains it as surely as She rules my body. She allows me time to think, to focus on many things. I can't help but contemplate my submission to my Queen. A nirvana of pleasure, pain and exploration, the only world I know is what my Queen deems it to be. She shapes me, and in that emptiness She fills me.

After a time, the door opens. My chest flutters. I quickly move, so that I am sitting on the edge of the long side of the bed, facing her throne. My Queen enters but She is not alone.

My Queen, resplendent in bra and panties, removed Her clothing prior to entering the throne room. My Queen is tall and regal, Her body is sculpture. Her right hand encloses the back of the other's thin neck, gently overpowering her.

she is young, thin and nubile. Most likely, this co-ed yearns as I do for something more. Perhaps without knowing it, she needs to feel the rapture of glorious submission and by fortune found my Queen. In a coffee shop, in posts online. I wondered if she truly knows what was in store for her, to fully understand what she would have to give up, to submit in general and specifically to my Queen. Undoubtedly, her bodily reactions to the vision of my Queen were shortness of breath, inability to sit still, and unabashed wetness. 

she is dressed as a sexual doll. she wears a white lace bra and matching panties, a white garter and stockings. she even has the lace gloves. her long very blond hair is very straight and falls down her back, framing her brown eyes. her tanned skin balances the white innocence of her attire.

she is beautiful, priceless, but a flash comes to my mind unbidden. This woman needs to be wrecked. I shoot a glance at my Queen, wondering if my thoughts are out of line. The fire in Her eyes allays my fears though. She smiles, knowing I had just thought what She felt as well, what She wants to have happen.

I hear my Queen's voice in the woman's ear. "Kneel before him." The woman drops to her knees, hearing the next command from on high. "Close your eyes and open your mouth, hands on your thighs." I watch with joy and growing thickness as she complies with my Queen. Her power just fills me.

My Queen sits next to me, leaning close to whisper honey in my ear. "She's going to suck your cock, my pet, and I'm going to watch. Your eyes are to never leave mine. If you turn me on enough, I'll let you make me cum with your mouth, but your eyes can't wander. I want to watch your face. Do you understand, my pet?"

"Yes, my Queen."

"Do with her as you will." With that, She stands and walks over to her pink throne. One leg goes over an arm as She gets ready for the show.

She issues her command to the perfect doll. "Suck his cock, drink his cum for me." she opens her eyes and leans forward. her soft lips envelope my cock, though I don't watch. My eyes are on my Queen. I can tell in the periphery that one hand has moved aside Her panties and the other is lazily rubbing Her clit as She watches us. My eyes are on Hers.

My hands go to her hair, my fingers brushing the texture. I use them to force her head down on me, something that seems to excite my Queen. My cock is in this nubile young thing's mouth and all I can think of is crawling over to my Queen on my hands and knees and sucking Her gorgeous pink pussy. More aggressively I take control of her head and more proactively she responds. It is pleasurable and I can feel my balls tighten. Yet, I need to put on a good show for my Queen.

I pull her off my cock and force her head downward. She licks and then sucks my balls as I direct her. I'm sure my mouth is a bit slack in response, and I can see my Queen's excitement in her glazing eyes. She is enjoying watching this woman pleasure her pet.

I force her head down more and lean back as my fingers grip her hair more tightly. The now less-than perfect looking woman shoves her tongue into my asshole, causing me to groan. My Queen silently echoes it with Her mouth, and I can tell Her fingers are moving much faster. Her eyes leave mine to watch my legs rise up to give the young woman more access. From Her perspective, She can see my raging purple cock above the head of blonde. I need to put on a good show for my Queen.

I put my cock deep inside her mouth once again, very deep. My fingers are in her hair, spoiling that perfection, my knuckles white with force. My face is a snarl as I fuck her mouth for my pleasure and for the pleasure of my Queen. She is dominating Her new find through me. I am Her instrument, and I revel in it.

My Queen no longer watches her head piston up and down on my cock; She doesn't hear the gagging mixed with moaning, She didn't even notice her furiously fingering herself as she swallows my cock. My Queen only watches my face. I shake and I shudder, my skin comes flush and my brow contorts. My Queen watches my face as I shoot myself into the woman's mouth, controlling her head precisely with my hands.

My Queen gasps silently as She rubs her clit to quiet climax. Our eyes are locked and my head is swimming with desire to please Her. I watch as the wave washes over Her, barely noticing how I'm emptying into the kneeling woman or that she's swallowing all of my cum. I can feel my love for my Queen showing on my face like I'm a fool, but that's what I want Her to see.

her mouth is soft again as my cock waits inside it. Then, I rejoice! My Queen crooks a glistening finger my direction. "Crawl to me, my pet. Make me cum."


My cock is out of her mouth and I am happily on my hands and knees, crawling toward her. The woman is forgotten, not even in the room anymore. I crawl slowly, despite my desperation, because I want my Queen to enjoy my submission to her.

I arrive, and Her other leg is over the arm of the hot pink La-Z-Boy throne. My Queen is spread before me and I am barely capable of conscious thought.

"Hmmm....," She says. "Make it count, my pet." Then, I am licking Her with long strokes, swallowing Her nectar. I am driving my tongue deep between the folds of Her gorgeous pussy, darting in and out. I am enclosing my lips around Her clit, sucking hard and flicking it with my tongue. I shake my head left and right as I suck on Her clit, needing more than anything to make Her cum. All my will is bent on it, all my hope drives it.

This is my existence, I am for my Queen. This moment, joy is too poor a word to use, beauty is not pretty enough. I am for Her.

Her thighs squeeze my head, Her heels press into my back. Her fingers are pulling my hair. She thrashes and She erupts and I am one with Her. I stay just like that, breathing deeply of Her and fighting for air. I wait, hoping for just the right moment. She relaxes just a bit; her legs ease their grip on my head just a little.

Suddenly, I suck Her clit hard and pull it away from her with my lips. It snaps out of my mouth and I hear my Queen's throaty, "Ohhhh!" It causes a second excruciatingly divine orgasm, one I help along by lapping quickly at Her aching pussy.

After a while, I absently lick the inside of my Queen's thighs as She runs Her fingers through my hair. My arms are wrapped around Her left leg. "Well my pet, what do you think of my new toy?"

I turn my head around to look, and suddenly the slightly disheveled woman is back in the room, right where I left her. "I hope she pleases you, my Queen, and I am in your service to ensure that."

"I think," She whispers with the devil in Her voice, "she needs to be wrecked."

Breaking Her In



Frank had been making weekly trips to Gina's Gentlemen's Club for most of the past decade. He started making the thirty minute drive back in the fall of 1997, when the passion began to erode from his marriage.

Frank, now 56, had no problem attracting the attention of ladies. His problem was he couldn't get enough of it. At 6'1, Frank still maintained a solid build and regularly worked out. He had made a personal fortune investing in his earlier years, so money was never an issue. He had married Jeannie when the two were in their early 20's. At the time Jeannie had been wild and passionate about life. As time passed she had started to let herself go. She didn't enjoy sex nearly as much as Frank, and frankly he stopped enjoying the infrequent sex they did have.

So Frank, an older, sophisticated, handsome and well-off man found himself with an insatiable sex drive and no shortage of women that would have likely loved to try to fulfill it.

Oddly enough, the thought of having sex with another woman wasn't what made Frank feel guilty. He could probably convince himself it was just a moment of passion between two random individuals. The thought of getting emotionally attached to another woman did bother him, however. So Frank decided to go to strip clubs, checking out girls less than half his age. Many reminded him of Jeannie in her younger years. He was content to travel to the club once a week, maybe pay for a lap dance, and head out.

As the years passed Frank had never cheated on Jeannie with another woman, though he sure thought about it.

One day, Frank and Jeannie got into a heated argument. Jeannie had been complaining about always feeling fatigued, and Frank had suggested that perhaps she ought to exercise a bit more. As you can imagine, that didn't go over well. Jeannie cursed Frank and ended up throwing a pair of shoes at him. Apparently it hit close to home, Frank thought. Frank, enraged that his wife would have the audacity to disrespect him in such a callous manner, stormed out of the house. It's for her own good, he reasoned. It's better that I leave. Either I leave, or I stay and probably hit her. He had never hit his wife, but he had never been this mad at her either.

He sped off down the street in his Porsche, leaving Jeannie crying and screaming in their bathroom. Without thinking he found himself driving towards Gina's Gentlemen's Club. What the hell, he thought. He's probably just check out some of the young twats, feel them up while getting a lap dance and beat himself off later that night.

Things didn't quite work out that way. Frank went to Gina's often enough to know when there was a new girl. Upon arriving he simply couldn't take his eyes off this one.

She was sitting in one of the booths in the corner, probably waiting for her first dance. Frank walked over to the booth and sat down, as it was not uncommon to chat with the dancers at Gina's.

"Hey you pretty little thing," Frank said to the girl. "I haven't seen you here before. Please tell me you plan on being a regular."

The young girl's eyes lit up, appreciating the attention from the older man.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "Well, probably. See, I've never danced nak... I mean stripped before, so I need to find out what it's like. But I really think the money will be good. I'm a little nervous, can you tell?"

Frank chuckled to himself, realizing the girl was far beyond nervous. She looked as though she was about to have a breakdown. Girls came in here to dance for a variety of reasons. Attention, empowerment, money. Mostly money, so the girl's explanation was common.

"What's your name darling?" he asked.

"I'm Ash... I mean, I'm Dee," she said, biting her lower lip and looking away. "Actually, I'm Ashley," the young girl whispered. "But they told me I shouldn't give people my real name. Like I could ever get used to doing that! You seem nice enough ... don't tell anyone else though, okay?"

"It'll be our little secret honey," Frank said, feeling a bulge in his pants growing. "Looks like it's your turn!"

Ashley's eyes turned big as she looked at the stage. The previous dancer was stepping off the stage, and she was motioning for Ashley to take her place. Ashley looked back at Frank, flashed him a timid smile and walked briskly to the stage.

Frank and the 15 to 20 other men in the club clapped momentarily as the club's manager, Don, announced that there would be a new girl on display.

"Dee is 18 years old and we think she's going to be a real treat for you gentlemen," Don said. "So check her out, and don't be afraid to ask her for a private dance when she's done!"

Frank's eyes remained attached to Ashley's body as she began circling one of the pole's on the stage. Oftentimes the club would announce that a girl was 18 when she was really in her mid-to-late 20's. Not this time. He could tell she was young and he liked it. She stood 5'6 and looked like she weighed about 110 pounds. Her shoulders and arms were slender but a bit tanned. Her breasts looked like a B-cup and her perky pink nipples were a highlight of her body.

As Ashley moved her shapely ass seemed to make her immediately a fan favorite, and she knew it too. She gained confidence as she briefly made eye contact with the older men gawking at her. She would cover her nipples with her long, straight brown her, only to brush it aside and expose them, much to everyone's pleasure.

By the end of the dance she had already picked up about $40 in tips. Three guys immediately flocked to her as she left the stage, obviously looking to buy a private dance from her.

"Hold on one sec guys!" Ashley said, bouncing over to Frank's table. "Hey! Do you think I did a good job?"

"Sweetie you were incredible," Frank smiled, looking at her still-naked body. "Would you like to give me first dibs on a dance?"

Ashley beamed, knowing that she just might fit in well here. Without saying a good she bit her lower lip, grinned and took Frank's hand. The 18 year old led the 56 year old to the corner room. It was just large enough for the two to have a little room to move around, and there was nothing but a bench and a pole.

"I think it's going to cost..." Ashley started before being interrupted by Frank.

"Shhhh ... you take this and you buy yourself something nice baby," Frank said.

Ashley's eyes lit up as she took the wad of five $100 bills from Frank.

"Wow, sir. I knew the money would be good, but this? Should I expect this from most guys?"

"No way honey," laughed Frank. "I want to make sure I'm your favorite."

Ashley smiled and turned around, lowering her tight little teen ass onto Frank's full-blown hard-on. She slid her crack up and down the bulge in his khakis as Frank moaned. His hands reached around her body and she gasped timidly as he touched her breasts.

"Mister, I don't think you're supposed to touch me...that's the policy here, right? Didn't you know that?"

"Ashley, just be quiet. I bought myself a good time. Now I can take all that money back and go give it to another girl if you'd like," he growled.

Ashley whimpered, now hit with a heavy dose of reality. At this place, she would continue to learn, you aren't just "given" anything. You're always expected to do something in return.

Frank's mind raced as he felt the teen goddess's body against his. He didn't want to cheat on Jeannie, but he couldn't control himself. As Ashley was rubbing her ass on his crotch he reached down and unbuckled his pants. She didn't notice. He unzipped his pants quietly as Ashley pulled herself up on the pole above the two of them.

When she turned to look at Frank she shrieked, "Oh my gosh!!! You can't do that! I could get fired! You could get arrested!"

Frank's cordial demeanor turned sour. He had heard enough bitching from women today. This little cunt is going to do what I want, and I don't care what the consequences are, he though.

Frank grabbed Ashley's waist and pulled the teen close to him. "Suck me off, right now," he growled.

Ashley's eyes teared up, knowing that she didn't have much of a choice. She was just a young senior in high school looking to make some extra cash, and she scolded herself for thinking that this wouldn't happen. Obediently she lowered herself to her knees and looked up into Frank's eyes.

That almost sent Frank over the edge. Here he was, nearly picking up Social Security benefits, getting a blowjob from a girl almost young enough to be his granddaughter.

He grabbed her head and forced it down on his cock, not worrying about her welfare. She gagged and gagged on his cock, about 7" long and uncut, and saliva flowed out of her mouth. With every thrust upward into her mouth he gripped her hair tighter, pulling it up into a ball behind her head and fucking her mouth.

"Ohhhhh yeah, you little bitch," groaned Frank, feeling his balls swell up. "Take that big cock. Bet none of your boyfriends from school can give it to you like that, can they? Yeah, suck that fucking cock. I ought to cum in your mouth you little bitch ... 18 years old and stripping. What would your dad say? Fuck, yeah. Mmmmmmmmm."

Frank watched intensely as his cock appeared briefly time and time again before forcing itself back in her mouth. This young girl was giving 100-percent and she was earning every bit of that $500, but she could only take about four inches of his cock.

Before cumming Frank pulled Ashley's mouth off his cock. He sat her on the bench and moved his cock up to her chest.

"Push your tits together!" Frank demanded, as Ashley complied. "Yeah, let me fuck those little things!"

Frank put his hands on his hips as he moved his body up and down Ashley's smaller breasts, watching her gorgeous teen face.

"Fuck yeah, bitch. I think you're slutty enough to get a tit job, what do you say? How about I pay for you to get some implants, then I can come and fuck them every week? Would you like that?"

Ashley was still in shock at what was happening but she submissively nodded. The naive girl believed she had asked for his somehow, and was just trying to please this older man.

Frank grabbed Ashley's hips and turned her around so she was facing a mirror in the back of the room. He positioned his cock against her pussy before spitting on his hand. He pressed his fingers against her asshole as he thrust into her.

"Owwwwww!" Ashley moaned, watching Frank's intent expression in the mirror behind her. She was no virgin, but Frank was being very rough.

Frank didn't care if she would only take four inches of his man meat in her mouth. He was going to make the whole damn thing fit in her pussy. He didn't care if he messed her up or tore her in half. He was going to have his entire older cock inside her tight teen pussy, and he didn't care if she liked it.

He felt his balls tense up again and his head swelled. Groaning, he began slapping Ashley's ass as her pussy tightened around his manhood.

"Ugggghhhhh!" Frank yelled, loud enough for anyone in the club to hear, even over the loud music. He emptied his load into the young girl, filling her so much that it began to spill out. He pulled out and watched as the cum dripped down her legs.

Frank had Ashley suck his cock clean and the two waited a couple of minutes for Frank's erection to subside. When it did, he zipped up and nonchalantly left the club.

For the next week he looked forward to his next trip to Gina's ... but he would never see Ashley there again.



Breaking Her In



My name is Dylan, and I'm a rapist...or at least I thought I was. Lying there in the dark, pretending to be asleep and listening for the tell-tale crackle of a police walkie-talkie from outside my apartment door, I wondered if Samantha was still in her bedroom. Wondered if she'd called the cops to tell them her roommate had raped her, or if she'd fled the apartment and was banging on our neighbors' doors, desperately trying to find someone who'd help her.

I couldn't believe I'd gotten so angry...so out of control...that I'd pinned her down on her bed, tore off her panties and fucked her.

Samantha wasn't even supposed to be my roommate; Trevor was my roommate and she was his girlfriend. But I could never figure out why a nice guy like him went out with a girl like her. 

Samantha was hot -- there was no doubt about that. She had long, silky blonde hair that she kept pulled back from her beautiful, heart-shaped face and tied in a ponytail. And she was always walking around the apartment in tight yoga pants that showed off her toned thighs and her small, sexy ass, and wearing tiny tees that barely contained her mouth-watering tits. But Samantha was a bitch. 

Trevor loved art and was taking graphic design at college. But she was always harping on him to change his major, telling him he'd never make money and that she didn't plan on wasting her life with a broke loser. I wasn't surprised when he dumped her, I just didn't realize he was going to dump her on me. 

When he moved out I assumed Samantha would be leaving too, but she stayed in the room and made it her own. I didn't need the hassle of trying to find a new roommate during the middle of the term, so I let her stay. And Trevor had told me her parents were rich, so I knew paying the rent wouldn't be a problem.

Wow, was I wrong. At first, she seemed like a great roommate, never coming out of her room unless she had to use the bathroom or the kitchen. I tried to be sociable and invited her to watch movies with me, or to hang out with my friends when they came over. But she always gave us the cold shoulder; I was lucky if I got a good morning or a good night.

My girlfriend hated Samantha and kept telling me to kick her out, but I had rent to pay and no time to look for a new roommate. And, like I said, she spent so much time in her bedroom it was like having an apartment to myself. 

The only time I knocked on her door was on the last day of the month, as I was always chasing her for rent. As far as I knew, Samantha didn't work, so I assumed her parents were sending her the money. To make things easier, she suggested that I give her my half of the rent and she would just give our landlady a post-dated check for each month.

Her arrangement exploded in my face just after school ended, as I was getting ready to go backpacking through South America with my girlfriend. My landlady, who lived outside of town, unexpectedly dropped by the apartment and informed me that I was being evicted.

I was stunned when she told me Samantha hadn't paid our rent in over six months! When I asked her why she hadn't called me as soon as we'd missed the first month's rent, she said that she had. My 'girlfriend' Samantha had told her that I'd been laid off but would pay the back rent as soon as possible. She called every month after that, and Samantha stalled her with a new sob story every time. 

I apologized to my landlady for the misunderstanding, thanked her for her unbelievable patience, and promised her she'd have every cent owed to her by the end of the weekend. Taking me at my word, she agreed to let me stay in the apartment. After she left, I shut the door and slammed my fist through the wall. 

I've always taken pride in paying my debts and never owing anyone anything. When Samantha got home, I went ballistic.

She kept backing away from me, trying to calm me down while claiming the checks had been lost in the mail, or that there must have been a mix-up at the bank.

I told her I didn't want to hear her any more of her lies, I wanted to know where the five thousand dollars I'd given her in rent over the last seven months was. She just bawled her eyes out and kept apologizing, telling me she'd get me my money. 

I asked her if she was a crackhead, or a gambling addict or something, and she just kept crying, shaking her head no. And then I yelled that something must be wrong with her -- that she was obviously fucking mental -- and then she really went nuts.

Samantha threw punches at me and screamed that she'd get my money -- all of it! I shoved her away from me, and warned her that if she was lying again, she'd regret it. With tears pouring down her face, she ran to her bedroom and slammed her door shut. 

I should have kicked her door open and thrown her out right then, but I knew if I did I'd never see my money. And when Monday came, she had yet another excuse.

This time she claimed her mom was sending her the money, but she wouldn't have it until the end of the week. I shouted at her that I was sick of her bullshit, and that Friday would be too late! We'd be evicted by then, and we'd both be homeless.

Samantha lost it again, shouting at me that she'd never be homeless and running to her room. When she slammed her door over and over, I was convinced -- she was crazy!

I knew my landlady wouldn't wait until Friday; I would have been evicted by then. So I went to the bank and, after withdrawing every cent of my savings, I had just enough to pay all the back rent owed, both Samantha's share and mine. 

I gave her all of the money I'd saved for tuition and all of the money I'd saved for vacation -- my dream of backpacking through South America was over.

My girlfriend was furious, as we'd been planning the trip for over a year. She couldn't understand why I'd paid Samantha's share of the rent or why I hadn't reported her to the police for fraud.

I tried to explain that it was my name on the lease, so I had to pay the rent. And I didn't want Samantha going to jail -- I wanted my money back.

I asked if we could postpone the trip until the following summer, but she said she was going with or without me. And she warned me: if I wasn't on the plane when it left, don't bother waiting at the airport for her when she gets back. 

Friday night I was in my bed, wondering if her plane had landed yet and wishing that I were in the seat beside her.

But Samantha had ruined everything. Her lies had nearly got me evicted, had put my education at risk, and had cost me both my vacation and my girlfriend. When I heard the front door open, and heard her sneaking in a little after midnight, I was ready to punch a hole through my pillow. 

Samantha had promised she'd have my money today, and I intended to collect. 

Wearing only my boxers, I stormed down the hallway to her room and slammed her door open.

"What the hell?" she cried, as she tried to cover up her tits. She'd been in the middle of undressing for bed, and was only wearing a tiny pair of purple lace panties. "Get out of my room, Dylan!"

"I will, as soon as you give me my money."

She turned her back to me, trying to hide her nakedness. "I don't have it yet."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You said your parents would send you the money by today -- I need the ten thousand dollars you owe me!"

"I only owe you five thousand dollars!"

"You owe me ten thousand -- I had to pay your half of the rent too!"

"Well...you shouldn't have. I didn't ask you to."

"Don't you fucking understand, it's my name on the lease so I had to pay it all! I'm not going to let my landlady get screwed over just because you're some kind of scam artist!"

"I'm not a -- "

"Well, you're some kind of a fucking mental case! You're a fucking thief and you're fucking crazy!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck yourself! When are you going to get me my fucking money?"

She tried to cover her tits with one arm as she bent down and reached for her clothes. "I can give you five hundred dollars next month."

"Five hundred...you've got to be fucking kidding me!" I screamed, as I kicked her clothes out of her hands.

Samantha nervously backed away from me. "I'm sorry...I don't have your money." 

"I thought your parents were loaded?"

"Who told you that? My Mom isn't rich, and my Dad's dead."

I didn't know if I could believe a single word that came out of her mouth. "Samantha, I need the money you owe me! Call your mom and get her to take out a loan or something."

"She can't! They lost everything back when the market crashed. She barely makes ends meet now, she can't help me!"

"Well I can't make ends meet either -- you stole my money! You didn't pay the rent and you stole my fucking money!"

The upstairs neighbor hammered on the floor, and yelled for us to be quiet.

"I should kick your fucking ass out right now!" I whispered.

"You can't, I don't have anywhere to go."

"You think I care? I hope you end up living in a fucking dumpster!"

"Fuck you!" she screamed, and ran at me, teeth clenched, swinging and punching at me like a wild woman.

I grabbed Samantha's wrists and forced her back on her bed, landing heavily on top of her as the neighbor upstairs pounded again on the floor.

Tears streamed down her face as she fought to get free. And I was glad; I wanted her to feel hurt, like she'd hurt me. I pinned her to the bed with all of my weight, and she arched her back, her nipples pressing against my bare chest as she writhed beneath me, struggling to break free. 

I used my knees to keep her legs spread so she couldn't gain any leverage and, as she twisted and struggled, her crotch ground against me and made my cock hard. 

Samantha felt it pressed against her pussy and her eyes went wide with fear. I didn't care; I wanted to scare her...I wanted her to be afraid of what would happen if she didn't pay me.

I held her down on the bed, as she struggled to push me off, and my face was inches from hers as I growled, "Give me my money you crazy bitch!"

She turned her face away, sobbing. "Take my stuff instead: my movies, my books, my iPod."

"Are you kidding me?" I said. "I don't want your fucking junk, it's worthless -- you're fucking worthless!"

I pinned both her wrists with one hand as I reached down and grabbed her waistband. "The only thing you've got worth anything is between your fucking legs!" I said, and tore her panties off.

Samantha gasped, as she realized she was now completely naked and the only thing between her cunt and my cock was a thin layer of cotton. And as she renewed her struggle to get out from underneath me, and I pressed forward to keep her arms held down, my cock broke free from my boxers.

The swollen head rubbed up and down her slit as she struggled, and she sobbed as she turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut. I wanted her afraid, I wanted her upset, so I ground my stiff prick between her legs and forced them even wider, but I'd only planned to scare her, I never intended to take it any farther.

Until she whispered, "Please, just don't come inside me..."

I wish I'd left her room right then, but I still wanted to hurt her more, punish her more, for stealing from me and betraying the trust I'd placed in her.

I shoved my boxers down and forced the head of my cock between her pussy lips. Samantha was tight and dry and cried out as I rammed my prick as deep as I could, clenching her teeth while I fucked her. I kept pulling back and thrusting into her as hard as I could, trying to push her right through the bed.

She kept whimpering as I assaulted her pussy, her eyes squeezed shut and biting her lip as I slammed into her with full force. I held her down by her throat as I reached up and groped her breast; her nipples were rock hard.

Samantha put her hands on my chest and looked between her spread legs. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide as she watched my thick pole pounding into her, fucking her like a jackhammer. 

I hammered her as hard and fast as I could, trying to make sure she didn't enjoy a second of it. She was like a rag doll as I pinned her down to the bed and fucked her harder than I'd ever fucked a woman before, her bed slamming against the wall with each thrust.

As she watched me, gasping and giving out sharp cries as I pounded her, I could feel my balls tightening. I should have come inside her, should have ignored her only request. But I didn't, I pulled out and shot a thick rope of cum that splattered across her taut stomach.

She moaned as the hot, sticky fluid landed on her.

I looked down at Samantha, naked on the bed, covered in cum, her eyes wide with fear and her pussy swollen and raw. I couldn't say a word. I went to my room and fell on my bed in the dark, instantly regretting what had happened. Mad at myself for losing control.

I was sure that Samantha would call the police; she'd tell them I'd raped her, and she'd have plenty of evidence. I knew I wouldn't argue if they came for me, I knew I could have stopped if I'd wanted to. She didn't say no, but she didn't say yes. 

I didn't know how I'd be able to face my friends or my parents or my ex-girlfriend if they discovered what I'd done. And I didn't know how I could face Samantha in the morning.

When I opened my eyes I was surprised to see daylight, and I was surprised that I was still in my bed and not in a cell. I tiptoed out of my room and saw that Samantha was already up, sitting on the couch and drinking coffee.

I didn't know what to say, I couldn't even look her in the eye. But I knew she was watching me as I poured my coffee. And I knew there was only one thing I could do.

"I'm moving out," I said.

Samantha sat up in surprise. "Why? I told you I'd get you your money."

"I just figured...after what happened last night."

She leaned back and took a sip of her coffee, watching me over the rim of her mug. "It's okay," she said. "Let's just forget it ever happened."

"Are you serious? After what I did to you...you can just forget about it?"

"Well, I'm not going to forget about it, but I'm not going to tell anyone what you did either...you didn't hurt me. And I need a place to live and I need a roommate. I promise I'll pay you back all of your money. Please, don't move out." 

I couldn't figure Samantha out. After I'd held her down and fucked her, I thought she'd hate me, or at the least be afraid of me. But it was just the opposite. She started coming out of her room more often, was actually polite, and even watched a movie with me once. I thought she'd changed. I should have realized she hadn't.

The end of the month came and I asked her for her half of the rent and the five hundred dollars she'd promised me. I couldn't believe my ears when she told me she didn't have either!

I slammed the book I'd been reading down on the coffee table. "Are you fucking kidding me? After everything we went through last month, you have the nerve to tell me you can't pay the rent again?"

"I'm sorry! I haven't been able to find a decent job, and I can't ask my Mom for money!"

"Samantha, I can't afford to pay the whole rent! Between that and the food and the bills, I barely have enough to survive. Why would you think you could keep living here when you knew you couldn't pay the rent?"

She brushed her hair behind her ear, sat down on the couch beside me and put her hand on my thigh. "Why can't I just pay the rent like I did last month?" 

I did a double take. "Are you serious? You didn't pay me any rent last month!"

"But...when I let you have sex with me...I thought that made us even."

"When you let me...you thought that was the rent?" I said, as I shoved her hand away. "That wouldn't even cover the interest on what you owe me! I don't need sex from you, I need my fucking money!" 

Tears welled in Samantha's eyes and she ran to her room, embarrassed and hurt. I noticed that she'd left her door open, but there was no way I wanted a repeat of last month; I didn't want her thinking she could trade a piece of ass for the rent. 

I had no choice, and paid my landlady the full amount. I wanted so badly to kick Samantha out. All I wanted was a roommate who would just pay their share of the rent on time. But I also wanted to get the money she owed me, even though I was starting to think that would never happen. I also noticed that she was not only living in my apartment for free, she was now eating my food too. I couldn't afford a charity case. I had to find a way to convince her to do whatever it took to get my money.

When she came in late from the library the next night, she quietly locked the front door and tried to sneak to her room. I paused the movie I was watching and called her into the living room.

Samantha knew I was still steaming over the money she owed me, and she tried to change the subject. Picking up the DVD case off the table, she said, "Soylent Green? I never heard of it, is it any good?"

"You wouldn't like it," I said, and took the case out of her hands. 

Standing up, I pointed to the couch. "Sit down, I've got something to say to you."

She sat as instructed and looked up at me nervously. "Please, don't kick me out," she whispered.

"I need you to understand me," I said. "I want all of the money you owe me -- every cent. Not only the ten thousand dollars you already owe me, but also all of the money you're costing me now in rent and food. Our lease is up in four months, if you don't get my money by then, I'll throw you out and sue your ass off!"

Samantha nodded. "I promise, I'll get it for you."

I laughed and shook my head. "I wish I could fucking believe you, but I know I can't. So, until you pay me, you're not my roommate -- you're furniture."

"What do you mean...furniture?"

"You're furniture. This is my apartment -- all of it -- even your room and everything in it. As long as you stay here, and don't pay me the money you owe me, you're not my roommate -- you belong to me. You're going to do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry...anything I tell you to."

"What do you mean...anything?"

"Anything," I said, and started undoing my pants.

Her eyes went wide and she tried to back away from me.

"That's the deal. I get to do anything I want, or you move out and let me know where to pick up my money. So are you in," I asked, and nodded toward the front door, "or are you out?"

Samantha stared at my stiff, swollen cock, and answered by opening her mouth partway.

I stepped forward and forced her mouth fully open when I stuffed my thick shaft between her lips. She went to put her hand on my hip to slow me down and I knocked it away. I grabbed her ponytail, pulled on it to tilt her head back, and slid my cock down her throat. She gagged when I went too deep and tried to back away, but I grabbed her head and stuffed it down her throat again.

Her eyes were bugging out as I pounded my prick between her stretched lips. I didn't even let her suck me; I just fucked her mouth in the middle of the living room. I could feel her sliding her tongue along the underside of my cock as I pumped it between her lips, and if I went any deeper my balls would have been bouncing off her chin. 

I was in control, not her. I made her keep her hands at her side as I held her head and abused her mouth until I was ready to come. I pulled my cock out and she gasped for air, watching my eyes as I jacked it toward her face. When I blew my load, cum shot all over her chin and neck and down her front and onto the couch.

"Hey!" she said. "You got cum all over my shirt!"

"You mean my shirt. Until you pay me, everything you own is mine. Clean this mess up," I said, and went to bed.

I lay in the dark almost wishing she'd call the cops. At least when I was in jail I'd have a new roommate. But I knew that I couldn't let her get comfortable with the current arrangement. I had to make sure she'd want to pay me back as soon as possible, as I needed the money if I was going to be able to keep going to college next term. After forcing her to suck me off, I was sure she'd be speed dialing her mom and begging her for the money. 




Breaking Her In



But when I woke up the next morning, everything appeared to be back to normal. After checking the living room, and seeing she'd cleaned up all the cum, I went to her bedroom, but she wasn't in there. Her shirt was tossed on the floor and, when I picked it up, I saw it was covered in dried cum. And then I heard the shower start.

She was startled when I jerked the shower curtain open and stepped into the tub behind her, completely naked.

"Wh -- what do you want?"

"I want to use my shower."

"But, I'm already using it."

"Like I told you last night, this is my shower. You're furniture, if you want to use my shower, you can use it when I'm in it. But you better be fast, because I don't take half hour showers like you do."

Samantha hurriedly shampooed her long, blonde hair as I stood behind her. I watched the hot water run down her sleek back and through the crack of her perfectly curved ass. My cock was getting erect, and she jumped when I moved forward and let it brush between her legs.

I turned her around, grabbed her hand with the soap in it, and told her to wash me. She nodded and soaped my whole body, everywhere but my swollen cock. I pushed her hand down toward it and she pulled away.

"I already got you off last night," she said.

"I don't think you understand -- you're furniture now. You've got about as much say as the coffee table. Until you pay me my money, your hand, your mouth, your cunt and your ass are mine."

"If you try to stick it in my ass, I'll...I'll leave!"

"Then you'd better get my money before I'm tempted to. Because, until you do, I'll use you however I want to, and you'll get me off as many times as I tell you to. If you're not happy with that deal, you're free to get the fuck out any time you like. Now clean my cock."

Samantha nervously soaped my balls and my erection, and then moved back to let the shower wash me clean. She went to get out of the tub and I stopped her, and told her she hadn't finished. I wrapped her hand around my rock-hard shaft.

"I said clean my cock."

She finally understood and started jerking me off as I played with her firm, round tits, which were a perfect handful, and groped her ass. She gasped as I slid a finger into her wet pussy and just jerked me faster, trying to get it over with. Finally, I grunted off a stream of cum and she kept pumping me and squeezing my swollen balls until I was drained. Then I got out of the shower, without even a thank you, took her towel and went to my room.

The first week of our new arrangement Samantha avoided me as often as she could, cleaning when I wasn't around and leaving food for me as she ran out to study at the library, instead of her room. I couldn't stop her from going out, she wasn't a prisoner, but when she was at home I made sure to remind her of her place.

When I was watching football Monday night, I made her suck me off on the couch during halftime. And one morning before I went to work, right after she'd made me breakfast, I bent her over the dining room table, pushed her pants halfway down and fucked her before she could sneak away to the library.

I knew by the end of the week Samantha had accepted the situation when she came home late and I was already in bed. She didn't even wait for me to ask, she just came into my room, undressed, straddled my cock, rode me until I came, and then went to her bedroom to get some sleep.

She seemed to think that the best way to control the situation was to try to keep my balls drained. It became her morning ritual to suck me off in the shower or kneel in the tub while I fucked her from behind. And it was working.

I hadn't been so drained in my life, even when I had steady girlfriends they never made me come as often as Samantha did. I was starting to enjoy our arrangement, but that didn't change the fact that I needed my money. I knew that she needed another reminder that she still had to pay me. I didn't want her to think that her pussy and mouth was paying off her debt.

My friend Cameron often came over to play video games and watch old seventies sci-fi movies. I know he thought Samantha was smoking hot; she couldn't stand him. So I invited him over and we were hanging out in the living room when she came home from the library.

When she walked in and saw Cameron, who waved hello, she ignored him and turned to go to her bedroom. I could see she was apprehensive when I ordered her to get her ass back in the living room. 

I told her we needed a couple of beers and Cameron was amazed when she actually brought them. Samantha went to leave but I stopped her.

"What do you need now?" she asked.

"Take your top off."

Cameron and Samantha both froze, neither believing what they'd just heard. She knew I often forced her to strip, but never when anyone else had been around.

She turned to go to her room.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"Umm, to take my top off, like you told me to?"

"Take it off here, in front of us."

Knowing she had no choice, she reluctantly pulled her tight, long-sleeved shirt over her head.

Cameron had no idea what was going on, and tried to pretend he was more interested in the video game we were playing while sneaking peeks at Samantha's luscious tits, pushed up invitingly by a sexy pink bra with a little white ribbon on the front.

"Take off your bra too," I said.

Cameron's jaw dropped as he turned to look first at me and then at Samantha, who was pleading with her eyes for me not to make her do this.

"You know the deal," I said. "Or did you find a way to pay me back?"

I turned back to the video game, racking up kills on Cameron's motionless character as he sat frozen on the couch, watching Samantha unhook her bra.

As it slid off her shoulders, she brought her hands up to cover her firm, round tits.

I paused the game and looked at Cameron, who must have thought he was dreaming.

"Move your hands," I said. "Show Cameron your tits."

Samantha slowly lowered her hands and looked down, embarrassed as Cameron gawked at her gorgeous globes.

I hooked my hand through her waistband and pulled her closer. When I went to unbutton her jeans, she quickly pushed my hand away.

"Dylan, please," she whispered.

I knocked her hand away, unbuttoned her jeans and slid them to the floor.

Samantha tried not to meet Cameron's eyes, but he wasn't staring at her face; his gaze was firmly on the little triangle between her legs, barely covered by her matching pink panties.

"Dylan," he said. "Tell me the truth, I'm dreaming, right?" 

I laughed. "Nope, you're wide awake, Cameron."

"Then what the hell is going on, why is Samantha letting you undress her?"

"You remember the movie Soylent Green?"

"With Charlton Heston?"

"Yeah...you remember the best part of the movie?"

"When they find out they're really eating people?"

"No, the best part -- the furniture."

Cameron nodded. "Oh yeah, the girls...the furniture. You're right, that was the best part."

"Well, Samantha and I have an arrangement. She's my furniture."

Cameron's jaw dropped. "No fucking way!"

"Yep, Samantha owes me a lot of money, and she's agreed that, until she pays, I can do anything I want with her."

I told Samantha to turn around and, when she did, I slid her panties down. I reached up and squeezed her firm butt cheek. "She's mine to do whatever I want with...isn't that right, Samantha?"

She half turned her head and nodded.

"You mean...anything?" said Cameron.

I dipped my finger between her legs and she gasped as I brushed her wet pussy. "Anything."

I ordered Samantha to sit between us on the couch. She was red with embarrassment as she crossed her legs, covered her tits with her hands and leaned against me, trying to get as far away from Cameron as she could. I smiled, knowing my plan was working; she hated being on display, and I knew she'd be trying to get my money as soon as possible.

I started to play the game again while Samantha hugged my arm, trying to hide her nakedness against me.

As she leaned over, Cameron wasn't paying attention to the game; he was looking at the curve of her beautiful ass and trying to get another glimpse between her legs. He reached out his hand and tentatively brushed his fingers along her hip toward her ass.

"Dylan," he said, as she tried to twist away from his touch, "maybe we can work out a deal? I'll help pay off her debt, and I get to use her too?"

Samantha's eyes went wide with fear and I knew things were spinning out of control. I was just trying to make her uncomfortable, I didn't mean for it to go this far.

"Uh, no thanks. Samantha has to pay off her own debt."

"Please, dude." He reached out to touch her tit and she slapped his hand away. "I'll give you five hundred bucks if you make her blow me. Hell, I'll give you two hundred if you just tell her to give me a handjob. You don't know how many nights after seeing her here I've gone home and -- "

"Cameron," I said, cutting him off before he could finish. "She's not for sale."

I told him it was time to go and, as I steered him toward the front door, he kept pleading with me and raising his offer as he tried to get one last glimpse of Samantha.

After he'd left, I went back in the living room and, as she was picking up her clothes, she thanked me. 

"What are you thanking me for?" I said, as I pulled her clothes out of her hand and pushed her back down on the couch.

Samantha instinctively started to undo my belt so she could pull my pants down. "Thanks for telling him I wasn't for sale."

"I told him you weren't for sale," I said, as I stuffed my stiff prick into her mouth. "That doesn't mean I won't rent you out if you don't get my money soon."

Her eyes went wide as I pumped my pole between her lips. Her soft tongue worked my cock over while she jacked my shaft with her hand. After a few minutes of sucking, I pulled my tool out from between her wet lips and bent her over the couch. 

"You can't let your friends fuck me," she moaned, as I rubbed my knob against her swollen pussy from behind. "Our deal is that only you get to fuck me."

"Our deal is that I get to do anything I want with you until you pay me my money. So you'd better get it soon, or there will be a lineup of my friends outside your door waiting to get sucked and fucked."

I rubbed the head of my cock against her sopping slit until it was wet with her pussy juice. Then I rubbed it in little circles against her tight, virgin sphincter.

"Dylan, please...not there," she said, and tried to push my cock away.

I knocked her hand back. "I told you Samantha, I can do whatever I want with your body. If you don't pay me soon, you're going to find out what it's like to get fucked in all of your holes at the same time."

I dipped my cock between her legs and rammed it inside her cunt. She moaned as I drove her against the couch and started to bang away. She reached back to place a hand on my hip to stop me from going too deep, but I grabbed both of her wrists and held them behind her back. She was helpless as I fucked her hard, my hips smacking against her pale ass.

Her cheeks were turning red from the pounding I was giving her, and she moaned as I fucked her harder and harder. I let go of her wrists and she clutched the cushions of the couch while I grabbed her shoulders and pistoned my cock in and out of her tight hole.

Samantha kept thrashing her head from side to side as I hammered her until her ponytail came loose. Her long blonde hair was splayed across the couch and she groaned, her toes curling, as I drove deeper and deeper. Finally, I felt my balls tightening.

I quickly jumped up and spun her around to face me as I jacked my cock toward her face. She had expected me to come on her tits, and was surprised when I crammed my cock between her lips. My prick was slick from being in her cunt and she licked and sucked her juices off my swollen shaft as I fed it to her.

I groaned as I filled her mouth with cum. She gagged as my hot load hit the back of her throat and tried to pull away, but I didn't let her.

"Swallow it all," I said, as I forced her to keep sucking my cock. 

Samantha's eyes watered as she choked on my cum. Her mouth was stretched around my thick cock and she tried to breathe through her nose as she struggled to get it all down. When I finally slid my drained cock from between her lips, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth to show me she'd swallowed every drop.

"Go have a shower and get cleaned up," I said, as she tried to catch her breath. "And then come sleep in my bedroom, I've got to get up early for work and I want to fuck you again before I leave." 

After that, I made Samantha sleep in my bed every night and the morning blowjob in the shower became the morning fuck. If she woke up first, she'd suck my cock hard and ride me like a cowgirl. If I woke up first, I'd tease her pussy until she was wet and slide my pole into her while she was still sleeping. It became a game for both of us to see how far we could get before waking each other up.

I fucked or got sucked by Samantha night and day, in every room of our apartment. But no matter how many times I used and abused her body, she didn't seem at all interested in paying off her debt. She hadn't offered me a cent since our arrangement had started, and I eventually stopped asking her. I'd learned that there were more important things in life than money. Sex with Samantha was the hottest action I'd ever had, and I was starting to worry that she'd actually pay me back and end our arrangement. 

So I was taken aback when she came home one night and told me she'd found a way to get some of my money. I thought she'd taken a job as a waitress; I was shocked when I learned how she planned to earn it.

"Cameron caught up to me as I was walking home," said Samantha. "He said he'd pay you two thousand dollars if he could spend the night with me. And I know you need money for your tuition..."

I was speechless. Samantha was the sexiest and most beautiful girl I'd ever been with, and there was no way I was ever going to share her with anyone else. I knew she'd never truly been mine, but I worried about what our arrangement was doing to her, if she was so desperate to get my money that she'd sleep with Cameron. 

"Forget about it," I said, "our deal's over."

Panicking, she dropped to her knees and fumbled with my belt. "I'm sorry, Dylan, I'll get you all of your money...I just need more time! Don't kick me out, you can do anything you want with me -- anything..."

I pulled her hands away and brushed a loose lock of her hair behind her ear. "Samantha, you've paid your debt. You're not furniture anymore -- you're my roommate. The money you owed me...I'd been saving that for my vacation. But these last two months with you have been the best two months of my life. I can always earn more money; this summer was priceless." 

Samantha blinked, as if she didn't understand. "But...won't you kick me out? If I can't pay my rent?"

"Well, if you can come up with rent -- without sleeping with Cameron -- that would be great. But if you can't, don't worry about it, I'll make sure you always have a place to stay."

Tears of relief streamed down Samantha's face, and she went to sleep in her own bed for the first time in weeks. 

The next morning it felt weird to be showering alone, and not having Samantha on her knees in front of me, fondling my balls while she sucked my cock clean. I came out of the shower only wearing a towel, and was surprised to see a strange woman sitting at our dining room table.

After I'd quickly dressed, Samantha introduced us.

"Dylan, this is my mom, Angela," she said, and excused herself while she hopped in the shower and got ready.

"Nice to finally meet you, Dylan," said Angela. She was beautiful, like her daughter, and well groomed and impeccably dressed.

"I apologize for dropping by your apartment so early, but I've been worried about Sam. I've been leaving her messages, but she hasn't returned any of them, so I flew out here this morning. Has everything been okay?"

"I guess so," I said, with a shrug. "I know there's been some...financial problems that have bothered her, but other than that, she seems fine."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, I know how expensive college can be. But I'm sure that if you need to borrow money, Sam would be glad to help."

I nearly spit out my coffee. "I'm not the one having financial problems -- Samantha is!"

"What are you talking about? Sam has a six-figure trust fund her father left her."

My jaw dropped. "A trust fund? She hasn't paid rent in over nine months, and she owes me over ten thousand dollars -- she told me you guys were broke!"

Angela's eyes went wide with fear and she covered her mouth in shock. "Oh my god...it's back!

"I knew I should have come sooner, but she insisted she was better." Angela stood and looked toward the bathroom, making sure Samantha couldn't hear her. "She must have stopped taking her medication...I knew I shouldn't have let her quit therapy."

"Medication? Therapy?"

"Samantha's mentally ill, she has an anxiety disorder -- peniaphobia."

"What's that?" I said, hoping it wasn't what it sounded like.

"Peniaphobia is an abnormal fear of poverty, and for Sam...the fear can be overpowering. When she was young we were wealthy and lived in a big, beautiful house, but my husband lost it all in the dot-com crash. We were forced to sell everything and, when we moved, Sam had to leave both her school and her friends behind.

"We moved to a tiny one-room apartment and we were very poor. We knew Sam took the loss hard, but we didn't realize how hard until later. When she was nine or ten we started to notice little signs...like hoarding money...refusing to leave her bedroom...and getting very emotional anytime we spent a cent." 

Angela paused, took a deep breath, and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "We took her to a psychiatrist, and she was diagnosed with peniaphobia. 

"Before he died two years ago, my husband had recovered most of the money he'd lost. Even though he made sure we'd be taken care of financially for the rest of our lives, Sam is still terrified of returning to poverty. She has a crippling fear of being poor, and will go to irrational lengths to prevent it...hiding her money...never leaving her room...anything to keep from losing her home again."

"But...if Samantha has all this money...why would she still be afraid of being poor?" 

"It's not simply to do with money, Dylan, it also has to do with highly emotional issues like survival, identity, happiness, self-worth and meaning. So many people your age worry about their future, for Sam these fears are tenfold."

As Samantha turned off the shower, Angela took my hand. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get every cent you're owed, and Sam is going back into treatment immediately."

After the two of them left, I collapsed on the couch. I couldn't believe what a dick I'd been. Samantha's emotional outbursts and strange behavior were a cry for help. But instead of trying to find out what was wrong, or taking care of her, I fucked her in every room of our apartment, forced her to suck my cock almost daily and humiliated her by making her strip in front of my friend. 

I was so blinded by my own obsession with money that I failed to see her problems. Now I realized why she'd acted so strangely when it came to her boyfriend, money and food, and why she'd got so upset every time I threatened to kick her out.

Samantha never came home, and the next day her mom phoned me to let me know that she was back in treatment and would be moving out of the apartment. And, as promised, my money was in my account the following Monday -- every cent with interest.

About a week later, the two of them showed up with a moving company to take her stuff away. While her mom talked with the movers, I pulled Samantha aside so I could talk to her alone. 




Breaking Her In



"My mom said she told you about my...problem," she said. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for everything that happened...for stealing your money, and not paying the rent."

"Samantha, I don't care about that. I'm the one who should say sorry..."

"For what?"

"I just wanted to say I'm...I'm sorry you're moving out, you were a great roommate and I shouldn't have -- "

"What do you mean?" she interrupted. "We're still going to be roommates."

"But...I thought you were moving out?"

"I am, my Mom insisted on leasing me a luxury apartment right near the college. She's pre-paid all the rent and bills until I've graduated."

"Then how are we going to be roommates?"

"It's a big, empty apartment," she said, smiling as she reached down and squeezed my cock through my pants. "I'm going to need some furniture."



Breaking Her In



I should note that this story was written for a certain unnamed someone. All persons in this story are above the age of 18.

*****

It was the cold that woke her up, and as she woke up, she became more and more agitated. 

She was naked, yes, and her pussy freshly shaven. Her nipples were hard from the cold, jutting out proudly from her 32D breasts. She shivered as she realized her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail. Her arms and legs ached, and she recognized that she was bound up on the wall. Her eyes took in an unfamiliar sight. 

It was a dungeon, she thought. A sex dungeon. Her eyes fell on all sorts of things meant to increase her pleasure. . . or punish her. Paddles of various shapes and sizes, whips and floggers that made her whimper in fear. Nipple clamps, both alligator and clover clamps, edged in rubber. Dildos and vibrators of all shapes and sizes and colors, with different functions. Butt plugs and Ben Wa balls, laying haphazardly next to a bottle of anal grease. Hot wax was heating up nearby. A St. Andrews Cross stood bold as brass across the room from her. Up on the wall, hundreds of bras, g strings, corsets, and crotchless panties leered at her. 

Suddenly the door opened, and a man entered. He was tall, fit, and physically imposing. His dark black hair was tousled, his dark brown eyes amused and excited at the game he was going to play with this little girl. She was shaking, the poor thing. He gently let her down off the wall, but made sure she was kneeling in front of him. 

He finally spoke. "Do you know what I am, little one?" he asked softly, his low voice soothing. 

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

He smiled. She was polite. He liked that. "Good, little one. So you know that my word is law, and your body is forfeit?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good little one. Now, it's time to start," he said. He pointed to the wall filled with outfits. "I would like for you to choose ONE bottom and ONE top. They must to be to your tastes, but also so I can play with any part of your body as I wish. Understand?"

She nods and looks at all of the different outfits. She hesitantly chose a simple black g string and a black corset that just supported, not cover, her breasts. 

"Good," he cooed to her softly, looking at her hungrily. "Come here," he told her. She walked over to him and stood before him. "Kneel." She knelt. He smiled. He liked obedience. "I will be good to you as long as you follow orders, understand?" he asked.  

"Yes, sir," she said.

"Good. Now, lay down on my lap, face down, ass up," he told her. He licked his lips in anticipation. 

"Yes, sir," she said, laying down as he instructed. She was quivering, from fear or excitement she didn't know. 

He ran his hand up and down her tiny, tight ass. He peeked between her cheeks to see that she had no stretching of her rosebud. He gently pulled on her ponytail. "Little one, I'm going to give you a choice now. I notice that you have yet to have a cock in your ass. Would you like to be fucked in the ass first, or second?" he asked softly, still rubbing her ass soothingly. 

She gave it some thought but ended up shrugging. "Whatever you want, sir," she said politely. 

"Little one, I want you to choose," he told her, still stroking her ass, his voice gentle, but a little firmer. 

"It is not my place to choose, sir," she replied.

"Last chance, little one, or I choose for you," he said sternly, frowning slightly. 

"You choose, sir," she replied. 

He quickly grabbed a butt plug and shoves it into her ass without any lube, her screams making him smile. "See, when I give you a choice. . . I expect you to choose. . ." he explained, picking up a paddle and rubbing it over her ass. "That just earned you fifty swats, little one. You need to count each one, or the punishment will start over."

She whimpered. "Yes, sir," she whispered. 

"Good, little one," he whispered before he began spanking her quick and hard. She counted, but miscounted around number 26 or so, and the punishment started over. She miscounted again at 45, and she winced as he rubbed her very sore, red, ass. "So close, little one," he whispered. "So close. But I must start over." 

She whimpered out each number now, tears streaming down her cheeks, being careful not to miscount this time. When he was done, he set the paddle down and gently rubbed over her burning ass. "I don't wish to punish you, little one, but I will if I must, do you understand?" he asked softly. 

"Yes, sir," she whimpered. 

"Good," he whispered. "Now, I'm going to take your pussy, then your ass." He sensed her tears and wiped them away gently. "It's okay," he told her. "You did very well, and I hope not to do that again." He helped her up off his lap and undid his jeans and slipped them off, exposing his cock. He led her over his legs and had her straddle him, taking his cock in her. She moaned loudly trying not to put any pressure on her very sore and hurting ass. 

"That's it, good little one," he purred, moaning loudly himself as he felt her tight pussy close around his large cock. "That's very good."

She began slowly riding him, feeling stuffed. Her moans escalated very quickly. 

"Now, little slut," he groaned out, feeling pleasure. "You know you're not allowed to cum without my permission, right?"

"Yes sir!" she whimpered. She was getting close, but she held it back.

"Good. . . who owns this cunt, slut?" He slammed into her, his hands digging into her hips. 

"You, sir!"

"Who owns this ass?" Another slam.

"You sir!" 

"Who owns YOU?!" A harder slam, followed by a smack on the bright red ass. 

"YOU, SIR!" she screamed. 

"Good. . . fuck I'm getting close. . . Beg for my cum in your slutty pussy." He gasped, loving how tight she was. He slammed into her harder. 

"Please, put your cum in my slutty pussy. . . please sir, I want it so bad, please sir, I'm your little slut and playtoy, please sir, cum inside of me. . ." she begged. 

He growled and slammed into her harder, encouraged by her begging, and came hard inside of her, shooting rope after rope of sticky, warm cum into her pussy, growling softly in pleasure while she thrashed and moaned on top of him, feeling him fill her up over and over again. 

"Very good, little one," he said softly, wrapping his powerful arms around her and pulling her to him. "Did you cum?"

"No, sir," she whispered, shaking from the need to cum while he held her. 

"Good girl," he muttered in her ear before attacking her neck, making her gasp and arch her back against his. She whimpered and moaned, thrashing. 

"Now, for being a good little slut," he whispered in her ear. "I'm going to grant you a small reprieve from not being fucked, since your ass is next." She gave a soft whimper and he chuckled. "You've had the plug in there for a while so you're a bit more open than you were when we started," he reminded her. "Now, little one, I'm going to affix clover clamps to your nipples, alright?" 

"Yes, sir," she whispered softly, sliding off his cock and kneeling down, presenting her breasts. 

"Very good girl," he purred as he grabbed the clamps and gently attached them to her nipples then watching her double over as she gasped and moaned, wanting them off, they hurt her nipples so badly. "Now, I'm going to give you a choice of how you can take my cock, slut. You can take it on your hands and knees, or you can lower yourself onto me. Which will it be?"

She brought her head up, shuddering, still in pain from the clamps attached to her. In her pain filled state, she whispered, "I don't know, sir. . . which will make it hurt less?"

He gave a soft, amused smile. "Well, on your hands and knees, I control how fast and hard. If you're on top, then you can control how fast you go."

She thought for a moment before shaking her head. "I can't decide, sir. . ." she whispered. 

"Oh, little one, do we need to go over this again?" he asked. He crouched down so he was eye level with her, and caressed her face with a soft, gentle thumb. "It'll be worse if you don't cooperate, and I choose. I don't want to punish you, I want to use you, but I want you to submit. Do you understand?" She nodded, too afraid to speak. "Good. Now, except for not choosing earlier, you've done a good job. Close to earning the right to cum. Do you want to go back and have to work harder for that?" She shook her head and whimpered softly. He gently kissed her forehead. "Then choose, please. Don't make me punish you again."

She nodded and whispered, "On my hands and knees, sir."

He was pleased with her choice and smiled. "Then on your hands and knees, slut. And keep that ass up at all times. You don't want to know what will happen if you don't. Okay?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpered as she got on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him. 

Gently he removed the butt plug and checked her out. There was no damage done, and he grabbed the lube and gently spread it around her tiny little rosebud and on the head of his cock, causing her to gasp in surprise at the coldness. He gave a smile and positioned himself before slowly feeding himself into her, getting more aroused as she scrunched up her face in pain and whimpered. He rubbed small circles into her side soothingly, feeling her tense up. "Relax, little one. . . Otherwise it's going to hurt more. . . ." She did her best to relax, and it was enough for him. "Good slut," he told her as he slid his full length into her and rested for a moment, feeling her wonderful tightness. "Good. . . good. . ." he moaned, running a soft hand over her sore ass. Giving it a light smack, causing her to gasp, he began slowly pumping in and out of her, while she moaned and whimpered in pain underneath of him. She didn't dare move, and he began moving faster and harder, his balls swinging to hit her clit, and soon she was crying out in pleasure as well as pain, spurring him on, making him go faster and harder. 

"Christ," he groaned. "Your ass is fucking perfect, you whore. . . " He was close to cumming again, and he leaned forward slightly and grabbed her ponytail and brought her head up roughly, causing her to gasp and whimper. He pounded away a few more times before slamming hard into her and spraying the insides of her tiny ass with his seed, letting out a massive groan of approval. She whimpered and clutched at the bed sheets, her swinging tits aching, her ass hurting even more than before. Tears fell from her eyes and soon, he gently tugged his still hard member out of her and she collapsed against the bed, crying softly and whimpering. 

"Oh little one, did that hurt?" he asked gently, wiping away her tears. She nodded, then winced, expecting a blow. He shook his head and chuckled. "There is nothing wrong with showing pain, little one. Pain can be just as beautiful as pleasure." She gave a small nod, watching him. "You'll learn that, in time. So relax. Did you get some pleasure from that?" She hesitated, then nodded. "Good, little one. . . That's what I want. . . Punishing you is to train you, not meant to be mean or vicious. . . unless that's what you want. Do you know why I ask you for choices?" She shook her head. "Because I want you to be able to decide how much pleasure you receive. I want to give you pleasure, but I want you to be able to choose. It pleases me when you do so, and I'm thankful you did so this time. I don't like punishing you." This was a small lie, he liked hearing the cries of pain when he was punishing her. 

She nodded, then did something she didn't even expect herself. She crawled over on the bed to where he sat, watching her. She gently laid her head in his lap, her eyes looking up at him. Smiling, he brought his hand over and gently began to stroke her hair. "Do you like this, little one?"

"Yes, sir," she said softly. "Very much so." 

"Good, little one," he murmured. "That's what I like to hear. Do you want more?"

"Yes, sir," she said softly, blushing.

"None of that. . . there's nothing wrong with saying what you want. You may not get it when you ask for it, but I don't know what to do to you or what you want until you ask for it, okay?" He gave a soft smile of reassurance. 

"Yes, sir," she said, quietly. 

"Good girl," he said. "Why don't you suck me a little bit, and we'll go from there, alright?"

"Yes, sir," she said, moving so she can get his cock in her mouth better. Kissing the head reverently, she started to suck gently but firmly, moaning softly as she tasted his cum and her juices and the lube he used from her ass. Groaning, he let her work, still stroking her soft blonde hair. He didn't want to cum in her mouth, not just yet. He felt the cold metal of the nipple clamp chain brushing against his thigh and it caused him to get harder, causing a squeal of surprise from his slut. He gave a soft, amused smile and let her work, gently pushing her head to get her to swallow him. She eventually did, and the sound of her gagging and sucking made him grin, watching her little body shudder. When he decided she had had enough, he gently pulled her away from his cock and kissed her cheek. "Very good, little one," he told her and he saw her eyes light up in happiness. He gave a gentle swat on her ass. "Lay down; we're going to try something new," he explained to her. "I assume you saw the hot wax?" she nodded, her eyes widening. He smiled and stroked her cheek as she laid there, naked, her arms and legs spread so he could play with her. "I'm going to remove the nipple clamps now; feel free to scream," he told her and he gently removed the clamps, causing her to scream and curl up. He gently slapped the insides of her thighs. "Don't curl up, it makes it worse," he told her. Nodding, she laid back into the spread out position, whimpering softly, her nipples hard and standing at attention painfully. He gently sucked on each nipple watching her buck and squeal and whimper. He held her hips down and smiled. "Where do you want the wax, little slut? You may point."

Nodding, she pointed to the undersides of her breasts and in between them, as well as the crease caused by her legs joining with her groin. She gently brushed her mound. 

He smiled, watching her hesitantly touch where she wanted the wax. "Alright. Now, keep still, or else it's going to get places you don't want." Nodding, she forced herself to relax. 

Smiling, he gently took the hot wax and spread it on the places indicating. She gasped when she first felt the wax hit her body, causing her body to arch slightly. He chuckled as he watched her, waiting patiently for her to calm down and when she had, continued. "Does that feel good, pet?" he asked her. 

"Yes, sir," she moaned softly. 

"Good. Now just let it warm up your body and harden, doesn't that feel delightful?" She nodded, the wax slowly hardening and cooling, it felt relaxing and she let out soft coos of pleasure. He smiled and when it had hardened completely, he gently brushed it off and she resumed her position of her head on his lap, her eyes wide. He stroked her hair again, thinking about what to do next with his little nubile slave. 

"Up," he said after a few minutes of contemplation. "I'm going to see how high your pain tolerance is, little one." 

"Yes, sir," she whimpered softly. 

"Shh, it'll be okay. I just want to know your limits. You may even surprise yourself," he assured her, smiling indulgently. 

She nodded and slowly got up from his lap. "Where do you want me, sir?" she asked. 

"Go over to the cross; I'll put you up there. Face it," he told her, thinking about the best way to spank her tiny little ass. 

"Yes, sir," she said. She walked over to the cross, a bit sore from everything that's happened. She faced the cross, trembling from the cold and fear. 

He walked up behind her and gently ran his hands over her tiny body. "If you relax, it won't hurt as much," he told her, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Nodding, she took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, but still she trembled. He gently lifted her up and placed her hands and legs into the restraints. She rested her head against the beams. 

Deciding on his hand for now, he gently rubbed her tight little ass. Her rosebud still hadn't closed completely from the butt plug and fucking it had and it made him smile. 

Out of nowhere, he began spanking her ass, gently at first, but getting harder as he listened to her cries become moans as she got used to it. She would feel pain, then pleasure, then more pain. It was just a continuous cycle. 

Finally tired of his hand, and his hand beginning to sting from the force of the slaps, he contemplated the next utensil to use while he rubbed her ass and she gave a soft moan of mixed pain and pleasure. 

Deciding on the paddle from earlier, he rubbed that over her ass and gave her the same treatment as before. The cries turning into moans took longer this time, and he adjusted accordingly. He looked at her face and noticed that there weren't any tears yet. "Feeling okay, whore?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpered. 

He selected a thick stranded flogger and ran it up and down her back, letting her shiver from the feeling of leather. He ran it between her spread legs and brought the strands up to his nose. The fresh scent of her juices lingered and he touched the leather slightly, smiling as he found that they were wet. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," she admitted. 

"Good. . . I'll see that you're rewarded for being good," he told her. "Just a little bit longer."

The flogger came down on her ass and she gave her first true cry of pain, throwing her head back. He waited for her to relax again before throwing the second one, and the same reaction happened, red stripes appearing on her ass. Again, he waited and then threw the third strike. Then the fourth. Always gauging her reaction and soon wasn't giving her time to adjust to it. Her cries turned to yelps, but not moans. He noted that and looked to her face, and saw a few tears leave her eyes, but he could tell that she was holding back. 

"Little one, what have I told you about expressing pain?" he asked gently, stopping the flogging for now. Huge welts were beginning to appear on her ass. 

"That pain can be just as beautiful as pleasure, and that it was okay to show that you were in pain, sir," she said, whimpering. The tears she had were small, but genuine. 

"That's right, little one. You want to cry more, don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then cry. I'm going to continue until you're sobbing, alright?"

He began flogging her again, and her soft tears soon turned into loud sobs. She dug her nails into her palms and drew blood. 

He saw this and stopped. Quickly releasing her from her bonds, he held her while she cried, gently prying her nails out of her hands. "Shh, little one, it's over now," he whispered for a while, letting her calm down, rubbing her back. She had done well and impressed him with how far she went. 

Once her tears had died down, he smiled and brought her head up so she could look at him. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, and her lower lip trembled slightly. He kissed the top of her head gently, tenderly. "You did very well little slut. I am impressed and will reward you properly. For now, let me take care of you."

"Yes, sir," she whispered. 

"It will hurt a little bit, but I don't want these welts to become scars, alright?" he said. "Go lay face down on the bed, little girl. I'll be back shortly."

"Yes, sir," she whimpered. He sent her off and watched her waddle to the bed and lay down. Grabbing a soothing cream, he walked over and began massaging her wrists and ankles, bringing circulation back and soothing the aching muscle beneath. He realized this was a sub who needed affection after any session, no matter how mild. Those usually made the best subs, because they understand the bond. Opening the soothing cream, he began to gently spread it around on her sore and aching ass. 




Breaking Her In



The moment the cold cream touched her beaten ass, she let out a loud scream of pain, tears springing to her eyes again. She propped herself up unintentionally, and he gently eased her back down onto the bed, quietly speaking, telling her it was okay. He brought a pillow closer to her hands. "Clutch this, it'll make it easier, okay?" he soothed. She nodded and held onto the pillow fiercely. "I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm trying to help you."

Again, he began applying and rubbing the cream, applying very little pressure to ease her pain. She continued to scream, but managed to muffle it with the pillow he handed her. She clutched to it and soon, the cream began to ease up what pain there was and make her relax, and she soon wasn't screaming. 

Finished with the cream, he screwed the lid back on and brought her up into his arms again, holding her tightly to him. "Better, little slut?" he asked her gently. 

"Yes, sir," she whispered. 

"Good," he whispered. "Very good, little one. I'm very impressed and pleased with you. You're a very good slut. And you're a pleasure."

"Thank you, sir," she said, her heart leaping in joy at the praise. 

"I'm going to let you rest before I let you cum, alright?" he said. "You've had a difficult session, and your body needs to rest and recover before anything more happens, alright?"

"No more play?" she asked, alarmed.

He smiled, amused. "Not right now, little one. Your body would have difficulty processing everything. The spanking overloaded your senses, did it not?" She nodded and he smiled. He laid her back down and covered her up with a thick blanket. She looked up at him and he smiled. "Rest, little one. You need it, whether you think you do or not. I'll be right here." 

Nodding, she relaxed and nodded off. He kept watch over her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the way she held onto the pillow and cuddled with it, all with indulgence. She really needed the rest and he stroked her hair a bit, letting her sleep. 

About three hours later, she woke up. Yawning, she stretched and sat up, wincing as she did so, her ass even more sore than she realized. Looking around, she saw him and she smiled. "Sir."

"Welcome back, little one," he teased, kissing her forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He kissed her lips tenderly. "I'm glad. Lay back down."

She did as she was told. 

"Another choice to make. How would you like to achieve orgasm? Would you like to be eaten out, fucked by my cock, or fucked with a dildo or vibe?" he asked her, gently removing the blanket, causing her to shiver. 

She thought for a few moments and soon, she said, "Please eat me out, sir."

He smiled, pleased with her choice. He loved pleasuring women orally. He got down between her legs and gently massaged her outer lips, making her open and inviting. She moaned softly, and let him open her up more. He saw her engorged clit, dripping with her sweet nectar. He then gently pressed his face into her wet pussy, and began to slowly lick up and down her slit. 

She gasped and moaned, letting him work her gently. It had been so long since a man had pleasured her so greatly. 

His tongue worked faster and danced around her lips and clit, licking up her juices and teasing her before gently pressing his tongue into her slit, listening to her cries of pleasure and letting those guide him in bringing her even more pleasure. He gently massaged the top of her mound, gently coaxing him to orgasm. Soon, he could feel the sudden clamping and releasing of a woman close to orgasm and he coaxed her just a bit more, sucking on her clit. 

As she felt his lips encircle her clit and begin gently sucking on it, she screamed a cry of pleasure, flooding his mouth and face with juices, her back arching. When she calmed down, she breathed heavily, her eyes fluttering in bliss. He brought himself up next to her and gently kissed her lips, letting her taste herself. "Was that worth the wait, little one?" he asked softly. 

"Yes, sir," she moaned, moving closer to him. He smiled indulgently and draping a blanket over the two of them, stroking her hair. 

"I'm glad, little one. Now, relax and regain your strength," he said, kissing the top of her head and holding her close to him. "I will do the same." He closed his eyes, feeling tired. This had been an all day play session, and soon he was wide awake again. "Little one, can you stay right here?" he asked her softly. "I need to get some food into you, and some water."

"I'm fine, sir," she said, looking at him, slightly confused. 

He gave a small chuckle of amusement and kissed her forehead. "You may say that, but I want you to be healthy and happy, alright? You went through a lot today, especially on an empty stomach, and I don't want you to be sick." 

She nodded. He helped prop her up so she could eat and drink and he left the room, coming back a few minutes later with a bowl of chicken noodle soup and some water. Gently, he fed her, after she tried to do that herself but didn't succeed. He gave her some water and she eagerly drank it down. Murmuring, "Good girl," he laid her back down and snuggled close to her once more. She snuggled back and rested her head on his chest. Smiling, he stroked her hair and eventually, the two fell asleep.