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Evil

By: itsoktolust



Reclamation of a Reluctant Sadist

Ah, a new toy!

What vision more lovely than a long legged, young blonde beauty, in the full bloom of ripe womanhood, strapped face up on a cold porcelain table with her ankles chained down two feet (my abject apologies, I did not mean to pun this early on) on either side of her beautifully flushed ears?

Her tear stained face quivered with anticipation of the unknown, for I had said not a word to her from the first meeting on the street this evening. My face was a mystery, shielded in white silk concealing even my eyes. The rest, alas, was vividly displayed and I believe the sight of my rather different and unique appendage contributed to her shocked nerves.

Her firm breasts seemed to reflect her mood most succinctly, shook wildly with the futile efforts to free the hands trapped neatly in the iron cuffs anchored securely beneath the edges of the table. The budding nipples, redly engorged, betrayed the subconscious desires she vehemently denied with strident demands for freedom.

The flat stomach proved her inexperience in the life, having yet to go flaccid from drugs and sloth. The firm flesh rippled over the gyrating muscles, the smooth back arched up from the chilled, white-fired clay. Each upward thrust tipped her wide spread, blonde muff (ah, yes! A True Blonde. So hard to find these days.) up toward my eager eyes. Plump labia, tiny clitoris, hint of wet, pink vagina! I long for thy agony. And below! Oh, yes! That perfect, pink, tightly clenched rectal pucker. That secret place which contains the ultimate, searing pleasure for every woman, no matter the size, shape, color or belief to the contrary. The one place that even experience can never prepare for what I had come to demand from all who entered my world.

My appendage, a marvel of evolutionary engineering, rose high, eagerly betraying the excitement frothing beneath my cool and clinical exterior. Her body was the exact duplicate of the first, the one who's fear led me onto this tortuous path of pain and dominance.

Oh, yes, it is a differently forged tool. To satisfy your curiosity I will describe it for you. It is, of course, long. Ten inches long and curved downward like an English longbow. In itself that should not be enough to drag fear from the depths of womanhood and it is not. It is thick, overly rotund with a circumference of six inches at the head and flaring back to a ten-inch base. But, in the middle of that curve is a one-inch long ring of extra girth, expanding that section to twelve inches in total. This is not all. The head curves up, the skin dark and almost scaly in texture. Green veins thickly enwrap the girth and length with surrealistic intent. Its' massiveness needs no aid to stand triumphantly, horizontally extended from the thick, tightly curled, black hair at the base. For all that, the sensitivity of the organ is heightened beyond that of normal men. In short, I am huge and I am considered grotesque.

That first female, when I was at the tender but fully developed age of fifteen, let me know, without room for doubt, that no woman would ever relish my attentions. I was crushed and unable to perform for the whore, the money paid was wasted and I spent the next three years in silent, anguished solitude, neither dating the high school girls who, at any rate, found my features repugnant without exposure to the grotesque organ concealed from common view, nor seeking out the prostitutes that crawled through the underbelly of our city.

I festered. I yearned. My sensitive nature hardened and I took out my frustrations on myself. I abused that appendage. I tried to destroy it as I sought pleasure from it. I inserted it in my own orifice, sparing myself no agony, and learned of the root of the fear the whore had so unprofessionally exhibited. I found a fount of pleasure within the pain. I changed. I determined to bring all to womanhood the dark secrets of my imagination and my lust. For all of a decade I did make that attempt.

My young dear was ready. Exhausted from her battle for freedom. Voice hoarse from fruitless excess. Stomach muscles quivering with futile effort. Sweat pooling in her naval. The perfumed nectar oozing from her vagina, an evocative betrayal of deep-seated need. Beauteous bung unfolding delicate leaves from the tightly clenched bud of terror. Oh, yes, she was ready.

I unmasked! To stand proudly before her with the surgeon's skill dispelling her slightly less intense fear that more than my appendage would appear monstrous. The pain of that reconstruction had provided no hidden depths of pleasure. In fact, the drain on my limited resources was somewhat concerning.

Was this transformation of Nature's curse worth it? Certainly.

You might think that to allow my darling victim full view of her tormentor would be suicidal. You might conclude that my personal safety would require the ultimate cruelty, ending in the final kindness of dispatch from her worldly woes. Oh, not so! There is method to my madness and all comes out well in the end (twice punned, my apologies).

I used no tools of torture in pursuit of my pleasures. No leather whips to welt and rip and mar the lovely surface of smooth skin. No metal utensils to tweak and twist and cut into the perfectly tuned body lying helpless before me. Such crudity was not to my purpose. I worshipped the loveliness of the female form. It is the miserly soul of Woman as judge of Man that I wish to reach with my ministrations. I possess the perfectly designed provider of pain, an imaginative organ of agony, and need no further aid.

My sweetness was ready, as was I. I began!

I moved to the head of the table. A strap of velvet around her forehead ended in hooks on either side. She was unable to escape my attentions. Did I mention that I am tall, of a height to complement the length of my manhood? Did I mention that my physique was also an indication of the diameter of that worthy attachment? Oh, yes! I am tall and I am broad and I am thick and I am powerful. I radiate danger from the dark hair covering my torso, merging into my pubic region and coating my buttocks and legs.

I approached and the fear began to work it's magic on her body. I smiled kindly, knowing the chilling effect. I used the thumb and forefinger of each hand to pry open her eyelids, denying her desire to shut them against the sight of me. I dangled my pride over her sweet face. I rubbed the length along the tip of her nose. I touched the tip to her wide open eyes and let the fluid beaded there wet her eyes, relieving the dryness. The salt burned slightly and her tears flowed anew. I touched not her lips. She would not taste of me yet!

I amused myself at length, rubbing my throbbing member against all parts of her face, occasionally repeating the artificial blink my fingers would not allow. My massiveness quivered with building excitement. I would soon obtain the first of tonight's promised releases.

I placed myself on my knees on either side of her head, facing forward. I reached back to spread my taut-cheeked buttocks and lowered my own excited pucker to her waiting nose. As the tip touched that hirsute bud she gasped with the smell. As a special treat for my lovely I forsook to cleanse myself that day. Slowly, slowly, I pressed tighter onto her until the tip penetrated the slightest bit. There I rested while treating her nipples to a savage tweaking, sparing not my sharpened nails, and rubbing my rough skinned tool with the soft skin of her inner breasts.

I soon felt the pressure move from my sack up through my shaft. It was agony to me. Another of the benefits that nature saw fit to inflict through her thoughtless design was a tightly constricted tube and opening. Relieving myself of both semen and urine was always painful. I relished it.

I turned and faced my sweet. The tip of her pert nose was brown with a dye of my own manufacture. I rubbed the tip of my appendage on the tip of her nose and slowly lowered it to her left nostril. I inserted, gradually widening the orifice until it seemed about to tear. Even so, only the leaking opening at the tip of that massive shaft was covered. The most satisfying scream issued from my beloveds lips, spewing a most warm spray of moisture along the underside of my manhood. The burning tip of her tongue lashed against the moistened surface to speed the building pressure to release and the first gushes of my thick fluid spurted deeply into her sinus. I quickly squeezed the base of my pulsing power in my hand and brought the tip to her other nostril into which I jammed the slime coated head with no mercy. I let go the constriction, which was causing me no small pain, and gushed another dollop of love's lubricant. The hot fluid leaked out of her nostrils. Her eyes released tears as if such would ease the burn. I relished her discomfort. I once again closed tight the valve of release and rose up. Quickly, before her gaping jaws chanced to constrict the opening to her tender interior, I rammed past her lips, scraped tightly past her perfect, white teeth, slipped speedily along her stiffened tongue and lodged deeply into her throat. I let loose once more of my fountain and filled her with pulsing ejaculations of thick, salty ooze.

She choked and sputtered and arched up against me. My buttocks mashed down onto her breasts, one to each. I stroked the half of my pleasure rod that protruded from her mouth, milking the last of the drips out the tip. She had, to her credit, swallowed every drop, so that none bubbled out from her wide stretched lips. Those lips were not visible underneath the wide ring of muscle and flesh at the middle of my length. The flow ceased and the spasms eased yet, I remained fully tumescent. I would remain so for hours, another "gift", and would expend myself repeatedly upon the delicate sensibilities of my new-found love.

I rocked back and forth, cruelly using her breasts and causing much anguish with my efforts. As I did so my member made continuous contact, with some force, with her sorely stretched throat. Her swallows at my intrusions were quite pleasant and I continued to use her thusly for some time.

At last, tiring of my knees bent in cold contact with the table I withdrew. Letting my full and not inconsiderable weight rest fully on her breasts I slid backwards. My movements caused her abused mammaries to pull mightily at their mountings and her, now unbridled, screams of pain expressed her fear that they would tear loose altogether. Of course, there was no danger of that. I have made clear that none of my ministrations would cause permanent damage. Her nipples slid out from beneath me and her breasts snapped back into place to quiver, jelly like and quite red in color. My weight was, at this point, full on her stomach and even that firmness could not hold me. Her throaty cries of affection were soon stifled for lack of air as I continued my journey. Having arrived at the juncture of hips and torso my progress was stopped with my thighs trapped lovingly under hers.

I move forward once more, tracking her unblemished exterior with the remaining moisture oozing from my member. Free from her tender embrace I removed myself from her and the table to stand by her side. My hands freely caressed those tender areas that bore some slight marking from the stiff hair that had scraped along them. She was breathing normally again, at least through her mouth. Her nostrils were still dripping the goo I had injected into them. I took a tissue and held it gently to her, allowing her to clear the passages. Her eyes flickered briefly with dumb gratitude as she opened her mouth to speak some word of affectionate acknowledgment for my kindness. That was not to be as I took the sodden tissue and stuffed it between her lips. Working her shapely jaws with my own two hands I forced her to masticate and swallow that slip from a tree's murdered soul. She gasped and choked it down. I smiled gently into her stricken countenance.

I slapped her hard on the lips with my bulging protuberance and delighted in her shock as the swelling began.

But, there was much to do and even though time was on my side I had no desire to unduly prolong her curiosity as to my next actions.

I believe at the beginning I mentioned a new toy. The woman was new, of course, but not a toy by any means. Rather, she was an elastic receptacle, a vessel to contain my desires, to expand with my will. I had invented and built one small piece of hardware. It was designed to facilitate a certain condition that normally required the use of at least one hand and I found that the restriction chafed at my pleasure.

Hence, I had taken six medium sized alligator clips and attached three each to two four inch lengths of gold chain. Attached to the middle of each chain was a length of heavier gold chain with a ring on the end. Do you begin to see the application? It shall be my pleasure to describe it to you.

I approached the playing field so deliciously exposed to my games and began to clip her labia firmly and, to judge from her reaction, painfully. Finishing with both sides of her vertical lips I grasped the far ends of each chain and pulled to each side until the rings slipped over the hooks attached to the table for the purpose. As some small effort was required to attain that goal I was greeted with vociferous cheering from my beloved, as the strong spring of the clips forced the teeth deeply into her tender surface. I was gratified to see such a reception to my ingenuity.

Now was the time to engage in earnest intercourse and quickly, as my engorged appendage required further stimulation. Forthwith I brought it to the gate wide open before me and plunged without warning, or consideration for her more tender emotions, to the hilt in her resisting but, no less accommodating, vaginal passage. Ah, sweet, sweet the yowls and writhings that accompanied my entry. How excruciatingly pleasant to pound down to the end of that tunnel and feel the cervical membrane stretch to allow my further intrusion. I withdrew as rapidly as I had entered. She gasped with relief and her juices oozed out of her along with the tears of pain. She had dribbled an endearing gob of saliva onto her chin. I re-entered with much gusto and leaned forward. My accoutrement levered against the top of her vagina, pressing into her clitoris, the rough skin titillating that organ. I continued, resting my chest against her breasts, painfully flattening them, and reached out with the tip of my tongue to cleanse her defiant little chin of its' irritating moisture. I was not without sympathy, you see.

But alas, my efforts at comfort did seem as poor as that. My massive member ground deeply into her. The thick base forced it's way to her embrace and the middle ring of flesh was trapped hard within the walls of her femininity. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as she fought to stifle the moans of agony issuing from her lips and her body arched against mine in an effort to dislodge and dismount me. I obliged by raising myself up, using my hands on her breasts, and once again withdrew my membership from her exclusive club. My slime coated prick (I know that until now my language has remained clinically Victorian but, I'm afraid that a certain crudity of form will be necessary in order to adequately convey the depth of sensation and emotion that was to engulf us both) bounced triumphantly into the air, cooling in the atmosphere of deprivation from her hot cunt. It would have to wait a bit longer for re-admission.

I took her clit between my thumb and forefinger, noticing that there was some slight trace of blood around the teeth of the clips that so firmly maintained her toothless smile. Some slight tearing had occurred from the twelve-inch part of my entertainingly different prick stretching her slightly beyond reason. That was to be regretted, but not sufficient to end this delicious attack. I squeezed hard on her nub and again solicited a gratifying verbal response. This prompted me to re-introduce her to the pain of my odd-shaped and outsized appendage and I did so with little delay. She seemed less inclined to resent my attentions this time. In fact her reaction seemed to indicate a developing fondness for my presence and somewhat too soon for my purposes.


I pounded into her as rapidly as my thrusting hips would allow. The friction soon eliminated the natural lubrication that had eased my earlier efforts. When the motion had become painful to both of us, my rampant prick scraping roughly along the walls of her cunt, I pulled out of her. She had retreated to a place inside herself that hid the reality of her predicament and I must find some means to allow her entry to a conscious appreciation of my affections.

I knelt down and took her clit between my strong teeth and bit down hard, shaking my head and grinding the tiny nub mercilessly. She did then regain awareness and reacted with my hoped for intensity. I loosed her from my mouth and placed my fist against her tortured passage and pushed mightily. As I entered her I twisted, pulling the dry flesh of her vaginal passage in a manner most suitably annoying to her. I continued my entry until my fist was thoroughly encased. As the size of my fist was somewhat larger than nature had designed the tunnel to accommodate, my desired one was experiencing the requisite amount of agony and made no attempt to hide her discomfiture.

My pulsing member was demanding attention. I pulled sharply back and out of her grasping hole and wasted no time in replacing my fist with my eager and misshapen prick. Her hole snapped tightly around me as I began to methodically thrust my full length in and out of her aching pussy. As no lubricating juices had secreted themselves to her defense her dry, hot tunnel was receiving all the benefit of my unique covering. She remained in control of her senses throughout this onslaught and as the pain began it's crescendo to the goal I had set for this portion of our symphony of pleasure I, too gave rise to that intense completion of our copulatory efforts.

Spent once again, I removed my rampant organ from hers. I was somewhat surprised but not altogether displeased, by her own attainments from my attentions. She had achieved that plateau of pain where pleasure rides triumphant to smite down all unpleasant sensations, assuring an emotional, as well as physical, release.

She had accomplished this with only two thirds of our journey together behind us, yet I knew that levels of agony unrealized were still in store.

While she lay spent and shaking from the intensity of her feelings I felt that I should strike while the iron was hot, so to speak.

I took a waiting towel and wiped my rock hard prick of the memories of spent pleasures. Grasping the base firmly I lined the head up with the next object of my desires and punched it quickly and authoritatively into my love's puckered bung.

This action, as you may imagine, garnered heretofore unattained levels of response from my darling. Un-necessarily cruel, you say. Beyond the bounds of acceptable levels of sadism, you cry, attempting to stifle your own luridly sympathetic response as you imagine the indescribable pleasure I felt upon entry to that tightest, driest, white-hot cavity. Oh, the flesh that pulled and tore. Oh, the bright-red elixir of life that seeped from both of our abused selves, that did coat and provide some measure of ease to the parched desert of her posterior entrance. I pounded deeper. I reveled in glorious fulfillment as the tender ring surrounding my organ of desire crushed through the tender ring of her blushing acceptance in a delightful parody of the exchange of lasting vows. 

I almost swooned as the base of my dark desire filled her, stretched her, split her in twain. She rallied and fought mightily to shore up my breach. She played into my hands as she failed to realize that her efforts at defense only exacerbated her intense agony and intensified my enjoyment of the battle. She thrashed and screamed until her throat produced naught but a weak croaking sound. I pulled out and out against the sucking pressure of her anal walls. Out into the light of day and she screamed anew as her night-blooming flower snapped tight after gaping widely to the light (thereby giving the lie to an old phrase) for fleeting seconds after my withdrawal.


Evil



She withdrew herself from the agony of her battered soul, into the bliss of unconsciousness. This I would allow for a short time, taking advantage of her acquiescence to explore her passages with my fingers. I inserted two of my stiffened digits into her rectum and reamed them in and out. I marveled at the smooth heat of her hole and inserted a third digit to keep his brothers company. My other hand found her tight cunt and three fingers entered that delightful tunnel as well. This attention brought forth a gush of life-giving nectar from the font and I withdrew my fingers from her orifices and inserted my randy rectal reamer into her heated pussy. I slipped in and out delightedly, soaking my own sorely tried member in her soothing elixir, cleansing it of the dust of earlier journeys.

Her lack of sensation was complete, leaving me on my own, somewhat in the manner of a necrophiliac. Yet, knowing that she would wake to me, I found a special tenderness, a heightened sympathy for her condition. I used her pussy at will, deciding that I would relieve myself again in that marvelous refuge before continuing her indoctrination into my special anal penetrations.

I soon attained my third ejaculation and the agony of the hot fluid burning it's way through my constricted passage was as bittersweet as ever. Such was the nature of my sexuality that I would remain painfully stiff until I had achieved a fourth release, such achievement requiring much time and intense effort to obtain.

I pulled away from my student of dark delights and removed the clips from her labia. Also I removed the straps that held her down. I flipped her over onto her stomach and dragged her down so that her legs reached toward the floor and her nipples reached vainly for her own armpits. I spread the appendages wide and placed them into restraints that pulled them as far to the side as they would stretch. I turned a crank and the end of the table lifted up, causing her petite and precious buttocks to rise up to the height of perfect performance, spread and awaiting my standing ovation. This accomplished I ran another strap over her back to secure her to the table as firmly as before.

I utilized another device, shaped like a pillow with the center hollowed out. I placed this so that her face was encased. Air was plentiful but light was absent. This would immobilize her head while supporting it and preventing her from utilizing the deleterious affects of hard porcelain upon her delicate features should she try that contact in an effort to render herself insensate once more.

I was ready to continue. Standing behind her I used the flat of my hand to deliver a stinging call to arms to the perfectly shaped globes confronting me. I received no response. I repeated the caress to the same lack of effect. I reverted to my childhood delight of marbles, using her clitoris as my favorite cat's eye. My love kitten stubbornly refused to awake. However, Priapus was making insistent demands and something must soon be done, regardless of circumstance. To that end I buried the insistent demon in my victim's gaping cunt. Assured of sufficient lubrication for my purposes I brought the monster to my darling's unaware and, therefore, pliant rectum and inserted the head the barest way inside. Still, the stretching was magnificent to behold and the pressure so fulfilling. I ploughed a deeper furrow. Inch by inch I slid my organ further into her elastic anal passage. I made no allowances for the odd turnings of my tool and such inattention increased the overall dimensions to which her bung was subjected.

When the twelve-inch portion of my anatomy begged for entrance I stopped and used my hand to twist the giant around inside her. As I twisted I also pressed onward and the enlargement parted the way to enter my goddess's scatological heaven. The abused walls constricted with rubbery firmness to encase my member with surprising accuracy to form. I quickly rammed the rest of it home and ground my pubic hairs into her tender crack.

The tickling of my hair must have been the key for she stirred with a muffled giggle and shocked me in my turn. As awareness surfaced she understood the fullness that was hers and instantly reacted by squeezing tighter still, shaking her fulsome behind in a playful effort to dislodge me. Yet, the pain of insertion had been spared her on this occasion and the effort soon subsided to be replaced by a groan of contentment. She actually had the audacity to push back against me as I attempted to remove my presence from her cavern. She reached the limit of her ability to ensnare me and I completed my retreat, puzzled about what next should befall the hapless maid. Her pleasure was not to be gained by approval, only by increasing levels of pain. I would not allow her to receive my treatment with joy.

She was straining backward, her puckered entry pulsing forlornly and I savagely assaulted it, cramming the entire length and width deeply into her spasming bowels again and again. I twisted and pounded. I jerked with short, sharp thrusts. I pulled out to the tip only to plough to the hilt into her steamy passage. Not once did she falter from her moans of desire and her willing cooperation with her ravagement.

I had made a crucial mistake by entering her while she lay unaware and no effort of mine seemed able to shake her mistaken belief that I was providing her pleasure.

I stabbed her rectum for an eternity, having no choice but to continue my pursuit of relief from my painfully erect condition. Robbed of her painful reactions to stimulate I was taking longer than usual. The breath dragged searingly in and out of my lungs. My legs shook with the effort of my devotions. I stopped with the sweat dripping onto her tender cheeks. I pulled away to ponder my next step. I had to finish this.

I watched her rear thrust blindly backward, searching out my prick and a wondrous sensation overcame me.

I quickly loosed her straps. I removed the pillow from her head. I lifted her from the table to stand before me. Her glazed eyes cleared as she searched my face for the taint of evil that was all she had previously seen of it. With her own wonder she realized that the evil was gone and she understood and she smiled with that knowing, womanly smile as she pulled my head down and met my mouth with her bruised lips.

I pulled away confused but, she held me firmly and guided me to my own table of torture. I lay down upon it, supine in my ignorance, my firmly fleshed mast wavering above me, awaiting the strain of full sail.

She settled her mouth gently around the head and sucked, showing no distaste for the sauce with which my bird had been basted. She slid her tongue around the shaft and slipped that twisted pole deeply into her throat. I lay dazed and dismayed at the tender emotions gushing from my breast. Ah, the pleasure of willing love, never before tasted! Oh, could this be the one? The woman who would stay? For, of course, I finally recognized my secret and lonely desire. One would come to love me, to accept me, to accommodate my massive appendage with compassion and tenderness and, yes, with tender pleasure.

She seemed to understand that one final test must be passed and she hesitated not at all but, mounted atop me, facing my feet, and lowered her ever spreading, sweet cheeks down and around my pulsing pole, generously allowing an unhindered view of the blessed event. Gently she surrounded the tip with her rectal tightness. Oh, so slowly she settled her anal passage around the first two inches of my massiveness. Oh, with abandon she dropped suddenly to engulf the entire thickened length deeply into her bowels. My petite, retentive sweetheart sighed with ecstasy at the fullness of my intrusion as she lay supine along the length of me and clenched her muscular trap in rhythm with the spurting, pulsing prick now hers alone.

The End



Evil



I don't think of myself as a cruel person. Not evil or malicious, just a regular person, who can be selfish on occasion. It just so happened that the opportunity to be selfish came to me in a unique way and I was small minded enough to take the offered opportunity and run with it. 

Growing up my best friend was Heather, a shy, skinny girl who read a lot, took ballet and gymnastics, didn't participate in school activities much and was socially awkward. For whatever reason the other guys didn't see her as the beautiful girl that I did. She would often ask me why other guys didn't like her. I didn't know, I loved her, but couldn't say so. 

When we hit puberty Heather developed slowly, and never grew curvy. She was thin, athletic, with narrow hips and small breasts. The girls who had big breasts teased her, and the other guys said she didn't have breasts at all. Why do kids ever tease anyone? Who knows, but it was murder on Heather's self esteem. So much so that she just couldn't hear it when I told her she was beautiful.

By sixteen she still hadn't had a boyfriend. I had had a few girlfriends. None of them were as smart, or interesting and Heather, nor were any of them as sexy. They were clumsy, or chubby and soft, but Heather was lithe, lean and firmly muscled from all of her activities. Sure she had braces and weird frizzy hair, but I thought she was amazing. 

We got drunk one night and she asked what it was like to make out with someone, and eventually I got to show her by kissing her for a while, but when I tried to touch her she pushed me away embarrassed, saying she was ugly. Nothing I could do would console her. 

The summer before college Heather was at an all-time low. I turned eighteen in April and Heather in May. Part of her sadness was growing up so quickly. She felt afraid of the loss of childhood. Even though were now both technically adults, we were inexperienced and naive. Going away for school, leaving home and me, her only friend, broke her heart. 

The prospect of a new group of people to torment her terrified her. She wouldn't hear that these new people would not know the old her and that she could be anyone she wanted. All that was in her mind were the new torment she would undergo. I think she was even thinking of suicide at some points. 

Then it began. My opportunity to be evil. Heather asked me to help her change. She told me she would do anything I told her to do to become the perfect woman that any man would want. My mind was on fire with lust, but I started slow, testing the waters. We started with clothes. I encouraged her to dress more slutty, to show off her legs and her tight stomach, to show her bare arms with the long lean lines of muscle she had developed. And to let men see a hint of her incredible breasts. 

She was so despondent that she let me dress her up any way I wanted. If I could find the clothes she would wear them. I made her look like a hooker just to satisfy my own lusts, and it worked. She wore tiny skirts that barely covered her amazing ass, thong panties that peeked out when she crossed her legs. Small t-shirts that climbed up her ripped abs, or low cut flimsy summer dresses with plunging necklines and no bra. It worked. Men started calling out to her on the street. Shouting about how much they wanted to fuck her. 

She grew a bit happier, but not enough to shake her funk. I know she was uncomfortable with showing so much skin, and felt demeaned by the cat-calls. I helped her get a hairstyle that suited her, a shorter cut that she could tame with product, and she looked infinitely better. Some make up helped even more. I was bad at it, but with some magazines she started looking like a real movie star all slutted out in some men's magazine. I was walking around with a permanent boner. 

Now she could really feel the difference. But I told her that she was only average looking now, and that she was going to have to learn to please a man in bed or it would all fall apart. I knew I hurt her saying that, but my plan needed her to be weak and vulnerable. I started reading Penthouse letters to her to show her how the women in those books treated their men. Blowjobs, facials, anal sex and bi-sexuality were the mainstay, as well as wife swapping and all that. I wasn't really thinking about what would happen to Heather, just the slim possibility that she would do any or all of that with me. 

And after a few reading session she started getting hot herself, and wiggled around while we read. The stories I read most were of women being slaves to men. This made her wet she said. I told her she would really need to practice to get good at that stuff. And finally she asked me if I would help her. She asked if she could give me a blowjob. 

Perfect. 

Maybe a better person than I would have told her no, or to wait for a man she loved, but I loved her, and was obsessed with being with her, so I jumped at the opportunity to have her. 

I opened my pants and told her what to do. This was the first blowjob I had received, but I had long been imagining what I wanted. My already hard cock sprang out when she opened my pants, and she leaned over it, the first one she had ever seen live. I told her to hold it, and to lick it like an ice cream, long and slow. She did. It was heaven. Watching that face I had loved all these years, with my cock pressed against it, brushing those silky cheeks, and parting those lovely lips was so intoxicating. Every move she made I memorized. As she ran her tongue along my shaft, and licked my balls I could hardly breathe. I gave her a constant stream of instructions which she performed admirably. Yet everything she did I corrected slightly, almost giving opposing orders. This held my orgasm at bay, and it gave her doubt, which I needed her to have. If she had doubt, these lessons might continue. 

Soon I had both my hands in her hair and was driving myself into her mouth aggressively, gagging her in my passion, and before I could hold off I started to pump my load of cum deep inside her mouth. It was the best orgasm of my life, and it took me minutes to recover. I held her head down over my cock the whole time, savoring the feeling of being in her mouth not letting her release me until I was ready. 

My mind was racing with the potential of this new power. I needed to keep her here, on her knees pleasing me somehow. What came out of my mouth was pure instinct. And it was perfect.

"That was okay, but really you need work. I don't think you can really consider yourself ready until you can cum just from making me cum. Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"No." she said shyly. "I'm too nervous to masturbate." 

"That isn't it anyway. You need to be able to have an orgasm just from giving your man pleasure. That is what makes a man love a woman, and stay with her forever." 

So began my wicked domination of my best friend, the woman I loved most in the world. So began my decent into Evil.

I was quickly able to get another erection. I told her to remove all of my clothes for me, that it made me feel more manly, and that it would then make her feel more womanly. I was grasping at straws but it worked. She stripped me lovingly and said it felt like a pleasure to be kind to me. I sat on the bed and told her to now strip for me, but to do it slowly, teasing me, not hiding from me. With an endearing shyness she bared her body to me, and at each stage I instructed her on how to move, and what looked best. I ached to fuck her, but was sure she would balk so I satisfied myself with watching, for now. Her body was so taut, and glorious I had pre-cum leaking down my up thrust shaft. When she revealed her hairy pussy I nearly wept for joy. The outer lips were swollen and had a downy covering of hair which curled up along her hollow belly, a soft coating of gently curled reddish blonde hair. I was torn between looking at her cunt and looking at her breasts. I wanted twenty eyes and forty hands just so that I could cover every inch of her. I wanted three cocks to put in all the best places. But I had to choose, and since I was scared of making her leave I stayed with what she had let me do before.

"Now come kneel before me. Tell me how happy you are to please me. "

"Oh, I am. I want to make you happy. I want you to love me and stay with me forever."

"No. Not like that. Men like sex, women like love. Tell me how much you like my cock and stuff."

"Okay. Umm. Well it is so big. I like the muscley look of it, with that big head, and the veins. It looks powerful."

"Yes. Tell me about my power. How much power my cock has over you."

"It does. I want it so badly, It makes me want to do nasty things. I want to taste your cum again. I want it inside me, but I'm scared of it. "

"Don't be scared. I'm the only one who wants you, not anyone else. But if you want me to I will teach you how to be sexy to any man. All men will want you when we are done. And you will be able to please them if you are a good student and obey me. But you need to show me how much you want me."

And she did. She sucked me off like it meant everything to her. She bathed me in her saliva, licked and slurped on my shaft and suckled my knob. She took my balls in her mouth and rubbed the whole wet package all over her face. When I came this time, I let her control my cock and she let all my cum land on her tongue with her lips sealed around my head. Then she swirled the cum around and swallowed. Only then did she release my tool from her moist grip. 

"Better. Much better, but of course you still need some work. You need to be able to cum at the same time, just from getting me off. We will work on that."

I had no idea if it was possible to teach her what I said. I'd read about women who got off by making a man cum, and the women in porno seemed to love making me cum, so I said it. And one day I even pulled out the magazine I had where women wrote about it happening, and showed Heather all sorts of porn to teach her how to make a man happy. She watched women getting facials of cum and it made her blush. But I put her hand on my cock and showed her how hard I was seeing those beautiful faces dripping with sperm. So she lowered her mouth over me and sucked until I was close to cumming, and she pulled me out of her glorious mouth and pumped me until I sprayed my wad on her pretty face. My orgasm lasted much longer than usual as I watched my spooge drip down her cheek and over her lips. 

I reached down between her legs and pushed my finger into her cunt and wiggled it. She was dripping wet, but I hadn't made her cum. 

I made out that it was her deficiency and told her to try harder. 

I was getting eager to fuck her. I desperately wanted to ram my prick into her soaking snatch, but still she was shy. And so was I actually. I was pretty sure she would be able to cum if I fucked her, but how could I know? Did I even want her to cum. The part of me that loved her said yes, but the part of me that wanted to possess her jealously said that if she could cum, then she would be brave enough to go find other men and leave me. 

Still I was eager to taste that juicy pussy of hers so I decided I would do that for now. But first I wanted her bald like the smooth women in the movies. She had told me she waxed her legs and that it hurt, so I decided I wanted to wax her cunt, and hurt her. I liked having power over her, and wanted to hurt her in a way that wouldn't make her leave. My evil side craved her tears, a tear for each tear I had shed while aching to have her for all those years. 

I asked her if she had ever waxed her pussy, and she said no, loud, like she feared it. Even that made my boner twitch. I told her that I wanted to go down on her, but that her having hair there made it seem sort of gross. 

She said it was okay if I didn't go down on her, but I insisted that it was only fair after all the blow jobs she had given me. And that I bet I could make her cum. She had yet to cum, but she knew it would be nice, and she was curious, so she reluctantly agreed that it would be nice if I ate her out. 

"Well I can't do it if you are all hairy. That is why all the women in porn do it, so men will eat them."

She agreed eventually, and she went into the bathroom to get the things together. She brought in scissors to cut the hair shorter, and the wax, and some towels. Then stripping she sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide. 

I had seen her little pussy, and had my fingers in it, but I'd never seen it up close, and it made me so hard looking at all those little lips and bright pink skin. The tiny hood over her clit was adorable and I lifted the hood to look at her button. I wanted to lick it right then, but I had an illusion to maintain. 

I took the scissors and cut the hairs as short as I could. Even that much hair removal made her pussy ten times sexier to me. The wax was all warm now and I scooped some out onto the hair above her cunt. Doing as she instructed I placed the paper on it and pressed down. Then I looked up into her face and ripped the paper off, and she flinched and clenched her eyes and jaw shut. Her pain made me even harder. 

Strip by strip I pulled the hair from her snatch and she perspired with pain, not ever crying out, but swearing after the patch was done. I was overjoyed to see some tears spill down her soft cheeks when I ripped the hair from her fat outer lips. My cock was raging. I told her to look at how hard I was when she was as smooth as could be. 

"That is how my dick gets just looking at that smooth clean pussy of yours. Feel it, it is aching just from looking at you."

She reached down and squeezed my shaft, and said, "Whoa." when she felt that it was as hard as it had ever been. Absent mindedly she stroked it up and down while she looked me in the eye. 

"That hurt a lot, but I knew you liked it, and so it made me like it too. And feeling your cock now, so hard so hot, it gets me so horny. I kinda want you inside of me. I think I want to fuck you now."

I thought about it for just a moment and then I took her hand and lead her to the bedroom. Her room was all pink and cutsie. It was still a little girl's room yet I was going to fuck the person who lived there, and turn her into a woman. 

She lay back on her single bed, with its stuffed animals and pink comforter. Easing herself up the bed still holding my cock she stopped at the top, and let her legs fall wide open. Looking there, the lips bright red and sore looking, the whole area blotchy and angry looking I pulled her pussy apart wide with my fingers and pressed my cockhead right between them. I looked at her face and saw her wincing. I leaned over, moved to kindness, and kissed her mouth. Our tongues started to dance together and our mouths tried to devour each other as I pressed my pole into her slippery cunt. 

The first few bit was amazing. I'd never felt anything like it, and both of us opened our eyes up wide and looked at each other as I pressed into her. Then I reached a blockage. Her cherry. I pushed against it and she pulled back letting her tongue slip from my mouth. 

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, a little."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

And before she could say anything else I pushed hard into her and ripped her hymen. She gasped and tears filled her eyes almost making me cum right then. I pressed a bit further and felt the end of her cunt. There I stopped and looked down at her face. She was breathing hard and the tears trickled down her cheek. Only a few then they stopped. 

Looking up at me holding myself still above and inside of her, she told me to keep going, so I pulled out a bit and pushed in again. Soon I was fucking her for real, sliding in and out of her tight wet slit, and absolutely loving it. Soon her face grew flushed and after a little while longer her breathing ragged, and I thought she might be about to cum. Before long she was humping up at me as I pushed down into her. My own orgasm started to tingle in my balls, and I fucked her harder and faster.

I lifted a hand and started to play with her tits, squeezing them and mashing them against her chest. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back and started to moan a deep moan in her throat, trying to keep it quiet as her passion grew. She looked and sounded so sexy I could hardly stand it. I'd never heard a porn star sound like that. She sounded like an animal in heat. Then I couldn't hold back any more and I pulled out of her, and straddled her chest holding my dick tight so I wouldn't cum too soon. Then when she opened her eyes and saw me I unleashed a torrent of spunk over her face. She opened her mouth to catch as much as she could, like the porn stars had taught her, and I pumped a bucket of jism over her pink features, her tongue lapping as much of it up as she could. 

Then when I stopped pumping myself she reached up and took hold of me herself and put my dick in her mouth sucking it, and again it looked like she started to cum. I reached back behind myself and began to frig her clit, and her whole body arched back her legs digging into the mattress, her arms falling to her sides, her head arcing way back into the pillows, my dick abandoned. I rubbed her clit frantically making her cum more and more. She thrashed around like I was electrocuting her and she continued to do that low moan. 

Finally she flinched away and put her hands down between my legs to cover her cunt.

"Please stop. It is too intense!" 

She confirmed she had climaxed from my fucking her, and again from me cumming in her mouth. It was a powerful feeling of command that I felt in my chest. I felt like the master of her. Kneeling over her, my cock casting a shadow over her face, her features dripping with my sperm, her body spread out before me, I felt like a king. I reached down and smeared my spunk around on her face, scooping it into her mouth. When she parted her lips to accept my offering she shuddered, and smiled. 

My cock jutted out, still hard.

If I had been a better person I am sure that Heather and I would have become sweet lovers then, with the potential for a normal loving relationship. She grew to care about me, and I still loved her but the darkness in me, my evil, could only think of ways to use her for my selfish pleasure. Now that I knew I could make her cum it was my obsession. I needed to enslave her to her orgasm, and to inextricably link her pleasure to me if possible. 

We both still lived at home, and had summer jobs to make money for college, but every second we could be together we were. We fucked in her room at home while her family was downstairs ignorant. They suspected nothing; we had been friends since childhood. But childhood was over for us now. We fucked in the park, in our cars, at my house, anywhere we could. 

I convinced her to suck me off at a movie and a new door opened in my evil head. Public sex became a new and powerful tool in my arsenal. As she sucked my cock in the dark of a somewhat crowded theatre, her head bobbing up and down, the slurps audible between bursts of noise from the sound system, she had an orgasm. A small one, but I could tell. And when my jism spurted out into her mouth she had an even bigger one. The people sitting right in front of us turned to look and saw her leaning back wiping drool from her chin and it was such a turn on that I knew instantly I wanted more of this risky kind of sex. 

Heather's orgasm was my leverage to get her to do more of this. She was voracious for more and more orgasms, and I was the one giving them to her, so she had yet to deny me any pleasure in the pursuit of our mutual bliss. 

The next public encounter was in a park between our houses, one we had played at all our lives. It was the park all the kids went to, to make out. Neither of us had ever visited here in that capacity, and the first time was memorable. 




Evil



We were talking as the sun went down, swinging on the swings and playing on the big wooden fort. 

"You are doing so well. You have become a good lover, and a sexy woman. You do all the things that please a man, without fear. I love how brave you are."

"I don't feel brave." 

"But that blow job in the movie was brave, people saw you doing it. It was so sexy; I wanted to fuck you right there even though I had just cum."

"You always want to fuck me." 

"I do. Always. I want you right now, here in the playground. "

"No."

"No one is here. Let's go up to the top level of the fort and fuck. I'll lick that sweet pussy of yours and make you cum. You can see the whole area from up there and if any one comes by we can stop. Or let them watch."

"You would wouldn't you?"

"I will. I'm going to fuck you up there from behind, with you bent over the railing so we can both see the face of who-ever finds us, your tits bare to the wind and their eyes. Don't you want people to see how sexy you are? Don't you want the kids at your new school to know that you are a sexy woman, willing to do whatever it takes to pleasure your lover, and yourself?"

She didn't say anything but I knew she was excited. We moved to where I said and she put her legs up on the rails of the fort, one on one handrail, one on the other so that she was doing the splits in a right angle and her bald cunt was exposed to the orange glow of the setting sun. I will never forget that view of her. 

I licked her little lips until she was dripping wet, her juices leaking out in a flood she was so horny. I reached up and pulled her dress down over her chest and bared her gorgeous little tits to the light, her nipples poked out rigid with lust. I flicked them hard with my fingers and made her moan. I began to pull them vigorously while I licked her pussy softly, confusing her body. As her orgasm arrived I pushed my fingers inside her and fucked her while licking her clit and she nearly fell off backwards over the edge while she came violently, her hips bucking up off of the wooden rail, and her moans loud even though she kept her mouth closed. 

I pulled her off the rail and pulled her dress all the way off leaving her nude. I twirled her around and entered her from behind and she leaned forward on her outstretched arms looking out over the park as I began to fuck her hard. I rammed into her as hard as I could, my belly slapping against her upturned ass. I reached around and rubbed her tender clit and she began to cum again. The sounds coming out of her mouth made me so hard I felt like my dick was going to split. She sounded like she was being fucked by a demon and that she liked it. 

It made me feel like an Evil Spirit invading her innocent body. Here on the playground I had lusted after her since my body began to learn what it meant to feel sexual. Her long bare legs scabbed at the knee running from place to place excited me as a boy. Her budding breasts just visible in her shirts as we lay on the grass and dreamed. The perfect lips of her mouth, red from some lolly pop glistening in the sun as we spoke of our goals. 

Now I possessed all of that and more of her. I drove my aching boner into her grasping cunt and knew more of her than any other person on the planet. I was her god as I pounded her and fingered her into another orgasm. I felt the clutch of her inner most self as she tried to milk my sperm from me with her strong vaginal muscles, and I was strong enough to deny her that wish. I was waiting.

Then I saw an old man walking his dog toward us. He was still far away, but he was coming right toward us and I knew I could hold off my own orgasm long enough, even though seeing him made me want to shoot immediately with the idea of what I was going to do.

I took my fingers from her folds and eased off my assault of her, now simply moving in and out of her gently. Her breath ragged and harsh Heather regained her composure and looked around.

"Oh. Someone is coming. "She tried to push me off.

"No. We are going to let him see how we play. I'm going to show him your body and give him something to dream about." She tried to stop me, and my fingers went back to her button bringing her closer to another orgasm. "Think about it. You will be the girl he thinks about every time he masturbates for the next thirty years! That sexy girl fucking in the park. You owe him that beautiful vision. Prove to the world how sexy you are."

I was now fucking her hard again, as I rubbed her tender bud and gripped her breast with my other hand making her moan. The man was getting closer and I could recognize him as a man who lived on the next block from me. I didn't know his name, or if he knew me, but I wanted him to see Heather. I pulled her hair and made her lift up showing her whole front to him. From below he could probably just about see where my prick split her pussy. 

Heather arched back against me her body pressed to me as I drove into her, her breasts high and proud wobbling around with the impact of my pounding. 

Then he saw us and stopped. He stood froze as we fucked in front of him, her gasps loud in the night. I lifted Heather's leg up onto the rail, giving him a better view between her thighs. I groped her breasts to show him how tight and pert they were. I stuck my fingers in her mouth to show what a slut she was as she sucked them in. She was cumming in one long orgasm now, her grunts extreme and guttural in the still air of dusk. 

I couldn't hold off any longer and I pulled out and told her to kneel. She immediately dropped down in front of me and opened her mouth as I sprayed my spunk all over her face. I came in a long series of spurts, my orgasm more intense than ever before. My debasement of her in the venue of our childhood games was so sweet. I coated her cute face with my goo as she tried to catch it with her lapping tongue.

The rail of the fort was just short enough that her head appeared above it and the man had a perfect view of her face, lit by the setting sun, as I smeared my jism around on her cheeks as I finished my climax. Heather wasn't satisfied and took my prick from my grip and washed her face more thoroughly with my spent manhood, scraping the cum from her forehead with my member and then licking off the goo from that still hard pole. 

It was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen, Heather on her knees worshiping my cum as she shook with the aftershocks of her own massive climax. The man below had moved in as close as he dared and was watching every moment avidly. Then I saw that he was rubbing his cock through his pants. I told Heather.

"Look, he is hard just looking at you. He can't keep his hands off his dick just from watching you."

She looked down at him, no more than fifteen feet from us. She gazed at him for some time, kneeling naked in the failing light as he undid his pants and pulled out a long thin cock. Standing to give him a view of her body Heather began to wipe my cum off of her face with her hands as the man jacked off looking at her. 

When she was more or less clean Heather began to rub her own sex staring back at the man. She was giving him a hell of a show. She placed one leg up on the rail and opened herself to him totally, pulling the lips of her cunt wide to show him her pink. I reached around her and kneaded her tits roughly pulling her nipples out from her small mounds and letting them snap back. 

"Come here." I said quietly to the man, and Heather shuddered and gave a low moan, knowing I was going to make her do something to the man. Moving like a movie zombie the man climbed the steps up to us, his dog released and forgotten below. When he made his way to us I told Heather, "Suck him. He is so horny for you, you own him."

Heather fell to her knees immediately, eagerly and the man stepped up to her and gazed down mesmerized. Heather took him into her mouth, the second man ever to be serviced by that pretty mouth. 

As the sun set Heather gave her mouth to the man, as he fucked himself in and out of her slurping hole. He was in his fifties and out of shape, not at all good looking and Heather blew him like he were a Hollywood sex symbol she had dreamed of for years. With one hand she squeezed his nut sack, and with the other she pumped him as she guided him into her mouth. He in turn held her head in both hands and powered his hardness into her wide open mouth. 

The man's legs were too wobbly as she made him weak with her attention, he dropped to first one knee and then both while she struggled to go with him her mouth never leaving his rod. As her ass lifted high into the air I couldn't help myself and I entered her from behind and fucked her hard to make her swallow the man further. 

She began to cum as soon as I bumped the back of her vagina, her shudders making her body quiver uncontrollably. The man spilled himself into her mouth clutching her head hard desperate to keep her on his erupting tool. 

When he finished he fell back away from her and Heather fell down pressing her face to the rough wooden floor as I drove into her seeking my own release. 

"Hold his cum in your mouth, don't swallow. I'm going to put my load in there too."

I felt her spasm with lust as I said that, the man too looked up. Moments later I felt my nuts twitch with impending release, and I pulled out. Heather was too weak to move much so I had to pull her up by the hair to place my dick at her mouth. "Open." I ordered and she did showing me the white froth of his cum mingled with her spit. 

His spunk leaked out the corners of her mouth as I aimed my penis at her open maw. As I started to spurt out over her face, drizzling my seed onto her already covered tongue I felt so powerful. I stared down at her, my slave as she accepted my gift in the hollow she had made of her tongue for it. 

When I had squeezed the last drops out of my aching cock I wiped the head across her lips and told her to swallow now. She made a loud gulping noise as she let our two loads slip down her throat at last. With a smack of her lips she licked her face clean as far as her tongue could reach and looked shyly at the man. 

"Isn't she a good girl sir?" I asked?

"She is the sexiest girl I have ever seen." He answered. "You are one lucking son of a bitch."

I was, and I knew it. 

The next day I was giddy with the potential of this new development, and she was also excited. She told me that she loved what happened.

"I feel like a new woman. I can't believe what happened. The look on that guys face when I was sucking him was so incredible. Like he's won the lottery. Oh thank you! I never would have done that without you. I dreamed of it all last night."

I was jealous, but I knew that I would get more out of this than I lost.

We started fucking in more daring locations, secretly hoping for more random encounters like that park.

The next time we tried was on a bus. Sitting on the seats that faced the middle of the bus we rode along looking at the people and rubbing each other secretly. 

Heather always wore light summer dresses now. I bought her some and she bought her own. We loved them because they were nearly see- through, short and showed her body very clearly. I could, and now did, lift the hem up over her waist and access her pussy easily. Easing a finger into her wet slit I swirled it around, opening her up and letting her juices run out. With her leg up over mine she was able to open her legs wide enough that the people across from us could glimpse her bald pussy between those standing around us. 

It didn't take long for someone to notice us. A woman in her thirties looking like some kind of business woman saw what we were doing and made eye contact with me. She stared hard, trying to figure me out, or intimidate me or something. I whispered to Heather what was happening and Heather opened her legs wider giving the woman more of a view. I pulled Heathers lips further apart really showing her cunt and the woman looked down and watched as I slid two fingers inside and began to fuck Heather.

Then I saw that a few other people were watching, Heather saw them too and began to shudder and moan low, her voice only audible to me beside her. Grabbing her breasts in both hands Heather started to massage herself while I brought her to a climax jamming my fingers into her little hole. The woman moved, but a Chinese man sat in her spot and watched us expressionlessly. 

When at last Heather came, she made enough noise that people all around turned to see what happened. There she sat flushed and panting her legs wide open and her dripping cooze on full display.

I started to talk to her quietly, whispering in her ear, while leaving her exposed and gently rubbing her clit.

"They all want you. You are the star of the show now. I have finally made you realize that you are pure sex, and as hot as any girl we went to school with. I will fuck you anywhere I like, and you will love it because you are now the pure slut that every man wants. You are the dream girl now. All the people around us want you, and will dream of you tonight."

"Yes."

"How does that make you feel?"

"So horny. I wish I could fuck them all. I feel sorry for them. I remember what it was like to not be able to have what I wanted; I wish I could give myself to them all."

"You will, tonight in their dreams. But if you want a group to fuck I will give it to you. You are mine to give, yes."

"Yes. I owe you everything for what you have shown me. I'll do whatever you ask."

"Good."

I had to wait a few days to fulfill my promise, but it did happen. 

I worked at a natural gas plant as a grunt labourer. It was the best paying summer job I could find. It paid very well, but was hard dirty work. We worked in this huge warehouse that held huge motors that pumped natural gas down lines south to where it was processed. I worked with a bunch of older guys, and a couple younger college students. Our lunch room was four big tables for eight or so guys to sit at, even though only ten worked at the plant regularly. We would sit there every lunch hour playing cards and bullshitting about stuff. 

I often sat there at lunch dreaming of taking Heather right on the lunch room table. So I was going to do just that. I had to wait until the senior guys were going to be gone. They would not go along with this I felt, but the rest sure would. 

Finally on a day when the senior men had a meeting at head office I called Heather and told her to come out and visit, and to bring dessert. 

She showed up just after we broke for lunch. She came in wearing a summer dress, like usual, looking adorable with her hair all tussled from the wind and the nipples of her tits obvious through the thin material. 

The guys were happy to see her; she had brought gourmet cupcakes to eat and her sexy body to look at. She sat and chatted with us while the cupcakes were wolfed down. There were six men in the room ranging in age from late fifties to eighteen, me, the youngest. 

Seeing as how she was the only woman, and a sexy one at that Heather was the centre of attention as we sat there. After a few minutes of small talk someone naturally mentioned how good she looked. I leaped on the opportunity.

"Heather show them your dress."

She stood up and did a twirl for them.

"Hey we got our own supermodel here." One guy said. So Heather laughed and did a catwalk down the middle of the room. I could feel the energy change from light hearted fun, to avid hunger. She looked scrumptious. Far better than the cupcakes of moments before. Heather twirled and pulled at her dress lifting the hem up over her toned thighs. 

"Jesus look at those legs!" One guy tried to whisper, the room was small enough that we all heard it.

"She is a gymnast and a dancer I told them proudly. Heather show them some gymnastics."

Heather grinned at me, well aware of what I was doing. She went to one end of the room, took off her sandals and did a short run and flipped in an armless cartwheel, her legs flashing and her dress lifting up over her bare muffin. She hadn't worn panties. It was just a momentary glimpse but everyone saw that she had nothing on below that flimsy dress. She finished it with one of those poses where they stick their tits and ass way out and the men applauded. Then she said she could do more and she went back to the end of the room and posed, composing herself. She only had fifteen feet in which to tumble, but she didn't seem to mind.

With only two steps she did another cartwheel, and then quickly a flip, then she landed and bounced back the way she had come, twirling a 360 in the air and then bounced into a flip that she let slide into a split, ending with her legs stretched along the floor and her dress a fan around her body. Her little slit had flashed by too quickly to see, but all of us knew it was open to the floor, and exposed temptingly below that brief covering of clothe.

The guys went nuts for her applauding and cheering. It had been a very impressive thing to see her do on a cement floor and in cramped quarters. 

"Jesus man, you are one lucky dude to be with her. I bet the sex is incredible."

"You have no idea. Heather is willing to do anything. Aren't you my love?"

She climbed to her feet. "I just want to make you happy, master." She had never called me that before, and it made my cock leap to attention. I felt like the world had stopped turning. It felt fantastic.

"Holy shit, did you hear that?" One of them whispered to another.

"What the fuck man?" Another asked of no-one particular. 

"He is my master, "she explained." I do whatever he tells me to do. I like being his slave. It excites me."

The room went utterly silent. I was basking in the tension she had created. She had given me complete control over her and I was going to use it. 

"You are being bad Heather, talking about things you shouldn't, and teasing these men. You will have to be punished."

No-one moved, the room was perfectly still as she pouted at me. "I'm sorry master, I am just so proud to be your slave I want to show the world."

"Fine then show them the little body you keep flashing them. Take off your clothes."

Chair legs squeaked on the floor as the guys tried to get into a better spot as she pulled her dress off over her head. Heather wore nothing beneath and she was utterly exposed to them, her skin flushed with excitement, her nipples hard and outthrust, her naked cunt pink and vulnerable looking. 

I went to her where she stood in the middle of the room. I ran my hands around her body squeezing her boobs, and kneading her ass and thighs.

"This is what a sex slave looks like guys. I think we can all agree that she is being a bad girl and needs to be punished. Who wants to fuck this little slut right now?"

Three of the guys either stood up or held their hands up like school boys. 

"Heather get on the table there, with your head out in the middle of the room hanging off the end. "

She climbed up, and I pulled out my dick. "I'm going to fuck her on the table while she sucks you guys for a bit, don't cum if you can help it, she needs to really be taught a lesson. Everyone here gets to fuck her, to show her she shouldn't tease men like this."

I climbed between her legs and eased into her like all my fantasies from the weeks before. 

She opened her mouth and took the first man between her willing lips. The others, every one of them gathered around and watched me fuck her with her mouth full of another man. 

"Go on touch her if you want, we are all going to cover her in cum soon enough and won't want to touch her after that. "

Hands reached out and caressed the long tight muscles of her body, cupping her pliant breasts in callused palms. Heather began to climax, one long incredible spasm of pleasure as a dozen hands found places to touch her smooth skin. 




Evil



I told the man in her mouth to move for the next guy, and while I took her on the table man after man fed his cock into her drooling orifice, spittle covered her face as she worked them in and out of her gasping mouth. 

As I was about to cum, I held off and pulled out. I wanted to savor this as long as possible. 

"Who's next?" The closest man to her bottom climbed up onto the table as I left it and placed his schlong at the entrance to her pussy. 

"You will only be the second man she has fucked, Jim. So take your time. Heather stop for a moment and thank the nice man for fucking you."

"Oh thank you. Fill me up with that cock, please. I need it so badly. Don't wait."

He pushed in and she cried out with pleasure. She probably came, but I couldn't tell her skin was all pink and blotchy from all the hands rubbing her and the passion suffusing her skin with blood. Soon all of the guys had been in her mouth.

"Heather you have teased them enough; they have all had your mouth, now you have to fuck them all."

"Yes, yes please. Fuck me you studs. Fuck me good!"

Arching her back she pushed up at Jim and fucked back at him grinding her pussy over his dick. I knew what it felt like to be milked by that powerful pussy and bet that Jim wouldn't last long. 

"Jim she doesn't deserve to have a warm load in that hungry cunt of hers, shoot in her mouth."

"Love to."

Jim pulled out and she sighed from the loss of him. He moved to the end of the table and fed himself into her mouth while another guy climbed onto the table and snaked his tool into her gaping cooze. 

Jim pumped into her mouth while she reached up and fondled his balls. A couple guys were still rubbing her tits and belly, while the others were watching her suck Jim waiting for the cum shot. It wasn't a long wait. Jim yelled as he blew his load into her mouth, and Heather moaned as his spunk coated her mouth. Heather's tight body writhed around on the table filled at both ends with cock, and getting a mouthful of cum like she loved. 

Pulling out, Jim sighed happily and Heather pulled his dick back to her lips and kissed it wetly before opening up and waiting for the next cock. 

Rupert the oldest guy there slid his semi hard boner into her mouth and she worked him over like a champ. She slid him in and out and smeared his wet length all over her face coating herself in her own spit and Jim's jizz. It looked so hot I couldn't even begin to believe it was really happening.

One of the guys waiting his turn pulled out his cock and began to rub it over her small pert breasts, another one took her hand and curled her tiny fingers around his shaft and helped her jack him off. And one last guy was sucking on her toes behind Dave fucking her. Seeing her whole body defiled from end to end like that made me so proud. She was my fuck toy and I was sharing like a good boy. Or an Evil one.

Dave who was fucking her Reached down and began to squeeze the tit not being rubbed by Ron's dick. He squeezed hard and gripped her tightly.

"Yes Dave, hurt her. This is a punishment after all. " His fingers bit deeply into her soft breast, and she moaned around Rupert's swollen member. 

"I'm gonna cum." Dave gritted between clenched teeth.

"Do it in her mouth." I reminded.

Dave pulled out and ran to her face, where Rupert moved back his prick popping out of her mouth with a line of saliva trailing across her cheek. Dave didn't make it and spurted over her neck and up across her chin as he aimed at her open mouth. 

Heather gasped as she had an orgasm from his sperm hitting her skin. As Dave shoved his cock into her gasping hole he finished erupting over the roof of her up-side-down mouth. 

One by one the guys all fucked my beautiful best friend, and blew loads of cum into her mouth and across her face. She was a sticky mess. In less than twenty minutes she had fucked and sucked them all. I told her I wasn't done yet. 

I told her to get on all fours on the floor. Climbing down she nearly fell over her legs were so rubbery, and her head dizzy from being up-side-down so long. 

Once she was in position I moved between her legs at her upturned ass. All the juices from her over exciting pussy were smeared across her ass, and she had left a puddle on the table. Her anus winked at me from between her cheeks glistening from her cum. I pressed against her sphincter. 

"I've never had her ass, but here today before you all I'm going to take her butt cherry. If you want to fuck her face while I do so, go ahead, she isn't done until no-one here can get an erection, since she made you all hard with her teasing in the first place. Fair?"

No-one said anything, they were too curious about me fucking her ass. I rubbed my head around her anus and coating it in her abundant lubricant, then pushed into her never used hole. It seemed incredible to me that less than a month ago she had never had sex at all, and now she was fucking a room full of men and I was taking her ass publically. 

As I pushed in she was so tight it hurt me. She was gasping and whimpering like a kitten, and it made me harder, so I pushed harder. Then suddenly I popped past her sphincter and was in. It was like putting my dick in a molten furnace she was so hot in there. I continued to press deeper into her bowels while she sniveled painfully. 

One of the other guys liked her humiliation as much as me, and he moved closer and stuffed his cock into her mouth aggressively. As he slid in and out I eased back out of her ass and tried to match his rate, but she was too tight and I just couldn't move that fast. 

The two of us fucked her hard for a while and once more her body shivered with passion, and probably orgasms. It was all a blur, her body was so shaky that I couldn't tell what was lust, orgasm, fatigue or fear any more. All I knew was my domination of her was complete. 

The guy in her mouth, Jeff, pulled out and shot a still substantial load all over her face, not even trying to get it in her mouth, he just aimed it at her forehead and then sprayed her like a man washing down the urinal with his piss. 

His blatant disrespect for her urged me on and I pulled out and ejaculated all over her ass and back, my spurts so forceful that I even got some on her shoulder from down behind her. 

Rupert asked if he could have her ass too. "My wife won't let me do anything like that, and I've always wanted to try."

"Be my guest." I replied. So he entered her while I had her clean my cock with her mouth. As she swallowed the cock that had just been in her ass, I saw her gag a little and it made me happy that she didn't complain of the taste. I gazed down at her as happy as I have ever been in my life. Her face was a mess; sweat, tears, spit and cum coated her features in a sloppy sheen. Hair was matted to her cheeks and forehead, glued there by all the fluids covering her. I'd not seen her look this ugly in a while, and it was also more beautiful than I'd ever seen her. 

Not all the guys wanted her ass, only two more, but everyone fucked her again and sprayed their cum in whichever place they wanted, a few on her face, two on her tits and one more on her ass. 

We each took out our phones and took videos and pictures of her as she lay on the floor in a pile of flopping limbs. 

Then I told her to clean the table of the mess she had made there with her tongue. Shakily she lifted herself numbly from the floor and began to lick the table as I instructed her. More pictures and videos were taken, the guys glad to capture her utter humiliation. 

Lapping the drying mess was hard, but soon the table was wet with her saliva and she had cleaned it, including the drips of spunk that fell from her face as she worked. 

Our lunch break was over and the guys each thanked her as they went back to work. I lay on the moist floor next to her abased body as she lay quivering with shame, and bliss. 

"You are my perfect little slave, Heather. No-one could love you as much as I do right now. You belong to me. I am your master. And I'm really happy."

She began to cry, but smiled at me, and I held her tight, her body sticky and gross from all that cum, but I didn't care I loved her so much. 

"I belong to you. I am your slave." she sobbed happily. 

We couldn't fuck for the next couple days, Heather was too sore from all that dick, but she sucked my cock many times as we both relived what had happened. She swallowed a gallon of my cum as I replayed her fucking all my co-workers. Deep inside I hated her for going along with it, and letting those gross old guys and young studs use her body like that. But at the same time I loved her deeply for doing exactly what I wanted her to do. It was a confusing thing to be evil.

Because it made me so horny to see her with those other men I decided that she would now become a professional whore for the men at my plant. I took the men aside one at a time and told them that Heather could be theirs again for a price. $20 bucks for a blow job, $50 bucks for a fuck and $75 for anal. For $100 they could have it all. I was just making the numbers up, but figured that we could make a killing if the guys wanted her half as much as I did. 

It wasn't quite payday yet, but three of the guys said they would happily pay for a blow job anytime. So Heather began coming by the plant at random times for illicit sex acts. Each and every time I was there to watch, and use her myself when they were done. 

The first time it was Dave who used her services. Dave was unmarried and not bad looking, but he was a little socially awkward so I could see how he might need to use a hooker. We met in the men's locker room where we all changed every day, and Heather was already there naked lying on the small bench. She looked fabulous. She had put on a little make-up, and her hair nicely styled. She looked like exactly what she was, a horny teen girl next door. Heather's bald pussy dripped with juice as she spread her legs and fingered herself. This situation was making her incredibly horny. 

Dave handed me the twenty and walked up to her, before he could do anything Heather was on him. She reached out and undid his zipper and pulled his cock right out. He wasn't hard yet, but she swallowed his meat and began slurping away on him like it was her last meal. Making a sloppy mess of it Heather gobbled Dave's cock frantically. She took him deep into her throat, and gagged. She rubbed him all over her face and licked the long trails of spit off of him lasciviously. She was a cock sucking monster. 

With her little hands she massaged his balls and milked his shaft, pumping him into her face while moaning and sighing at joy of having a face full of sweaty cock. 

Then without much warning Dave began to spurt into her mouth. He grunted and went rigid, and Heather became still, pumping him with her hand while he filled her mouth. Gripping her head in both hands Dave unloaded into her and she swallowed all of it avidly. 

Finally Dave was finished and he stepped back and looked down at her. Heather looked up at him meekly, her big eyes open wide, fearful of some chastisement, her mouth slightly open, her breathe quick and shallow, and a small drop of shiny cum slipping down her chin. 

"You are incredible." He said and she smiled up at him happily. 

Dave left and I pulled out my own cock and settled between her legs. I looked into her eyes and told her how much I loved her. Then I fucked my precious girl on the bench in the filthy warehouse I worked at. Her cries of passion echoed around the cement room and it took no time at all for me to reach orgasm. I pulled out and Heather moved quickly onto her knees like she had been taught. I aimed my dick at her face and painted her pretty features with my steaming goo. I saw her body begin to spasm as she tipped over the edge of her own climax, the two of us in perfect synch, my sperm her cue to cum as well. The perfect woman. 

All that moaning and screaming had attracted some attention and Rupert came in. Seeing her naked, on her knees dripping with my spunk forced his hand. With a strange mesmerized look on his face Rupert pulled out his wallet and handed me a twenty. 

Heather remained still as Rupert pulled out his cock and without moving she let him smear his prick around her face, my cum coating his rapidly stiffening member. When he had all my cum rubbed into her smooth skin he pushed his dick into her mouth. She accepted him, and the coating of my seed and began to slurp away once more, but slowly, and letting him be the aggressor. I'm not sure why she was changing her tactics but it seemed to be working, Rupert moved slowly and deliberately, no movement wasted as he fucked her face. 

Leaving her hands down by her side Heather gave her face to Rupert submissively, her vulnerability clearly giving him more pleasure. I sensed a kindred spirit in Rupert now as I watched him take his dick out and slide it around her face. It looked as though, like me, he enjoyed seeing Heather debased. He took her hair in hand and bent her head back awkwardly and placed his balls in her mouth, making her lick him there for a while. Then he lifted them away and dipped them around her face, tea bagging her all over. I could tell he loved her face the way I did, and that it made him horny to really use her features. 

Finally he slid back into her mouth, feeding the whole length of himself into her willing hole. Then he began to fuck her harder and she fought o maintain a hold on him with her lips as he drove in and out of her drooling maw. 

Then before long he pulled out and drizzled a thin load of watery sperm down over her upturned face. She held her mouth open and waggled her tongue looking for his spooge, but Rupert aimed away from her mouth and spilled himself over her cheeks and forehead. Not much came out, but it was enough to make a mess of her pretty face. 

When he left I pushed her down on the floor on all fours and fucked her from behind, pulling her hair back so I could see her jizz drizzled face. Having just cum it took a little while for me to even get close, but I enjoyed being inside of her so much that I kept doing it. Her cries of passion urged me on and finally I felt the stirrings of my orgasm. I pulled out and began to jack off over her face.

"It is official now. You are a dirty whore. I'm your master, and your pimp. And I own you. Every hole, ever limb, and every inch of that pretty skin." I lifted my leg up and put in on the bench behind her. "Lick my asshole whore."

She dipped her head under me and her tongue began to explore my anus while my balls bounced off of her forehead as I jerked off. The tickling sensation of her mouth on my ass and the degradation it implied made me lose it, not moving I let my spunk leak out and drip over her head, getting in her hair and over her brow, but she didn't stop licking my butt. I had one hell of an orgasm. Not much cum, but it felt amazing. 

I pulled away and sat on the bench, and Heather dropped to her knees in front of me and began to clean my pole. When no-one else came by in the next half hour I told her to leave, and dressed myself. Heather's face was now a crusty mess from the dried cum and I loved it. I told her to leave it on until she got home, so she pulled her dress over her head and left, a cum covered mess. 

Heather came to my work place ever few days for the next couple weeks. The guys all took turned using her, and after payday it was less blow jobs and more fucking. But each of them took the lessons of that first day to heart and deposited their loads on her pretty face. None of them came inside of her. 

It didn't take long for word to spread about the amazing girl giving herself to the men at my building. My supervisors found out and they in turn asked to fuck her. Then men from other divisions heard and soon Heather came to our warehouse every day. She quit her summer job at a flower shop and became a full time whore. She dressed in less and less, often arriving to the warehouse completely naked, having driven the ten miles there nude. 

Guys started asking about the gang bang we had done, and I realized they all wanted another one. I decided to be bold. The Friday of the next payday I told all the guys that for $100 each they could all have the gang bang they wanted. Every last Friday of the month we only had half a day so I thought it would be perfect. That afternoon at twelve thirty Heather walked into the lunch room naked except for a pair of white stiletto heels and long white silk stockings with garters on them, her legs looked long and fantastic like that. Her nudity was enhanced by the stockings and everyone sat up at attention. 

I thought she might be scared of the size of the crowd, which had already reached twenty, but she grinned at them and looked flushed with excitement. I had set up a camera and a boom box and began to play some raunchy club music while the camera started to roll. 

Heather began to dance a sexy slow dance, showing off her hot body, as she moved around the room brushing against the many men crowded in there, and cocks began to appear from behind zippers. Before long Heather dropped to her knees in the middle of the open space and men surrounded her and began to aim those hard shafts at her pretty face. I moved the camera in close to capture it all as she began to suck cock after cock and stoke pole after pole. 

An endless tide of dicks rubbed across her face and hair and as she jacked off two guys with her hands and sucked one guy with her mouth. someone else worked himself into her tight slit and began to fuck her. When they established a bit of a rhythm the other guys backed off and waited their turn.

So it began, the orgy to end all orgies. Heather fucked and sucked the guys in the middle of the room while hands pumped hard cock all around her. She was so sexy and desirable that soon men were cumming all over her face. Some guys didn't even get inside of her before they shot a load over her pretty features. 

I was trying to capture it all on camera but I also had to play doorman to the new men arriving. It was insane. 

By the time I had to switch tapes in my camera Heather was a sloppy mess. She had taken load after load on her face, and her back and front were covered from all the men that had fucked her ass and cunt. I couldn't believe how many orgasm she had herself. She just kept on going, taking more and more. At one point she had a cock in her cunt, and one in her ass, and two in her mouth with two in her hands. Six men using my beautiful best friend for a cum receptacle.

That is what she was, a depository for sperm. As the afternoon passed and men left spent, and probably nauseous from the sight of her Heather fell asleep while men still fucked her. She came and went from consciousness, passing out from the continuous orgasms she was having. 

We made three thousand dollars that day, so thirty men or more had fucked her, I may have missed some men coming in as I filmed the action. 

By the end a few of us were still there, and still horny, but Heather was so coated in sperm no-one wanted to touch her. Not a single spot of flesh was clear of jism so the last guys just wacked off over her body as she lay on the floor. I told her to sit up and let them finish on her face, and she struggled to get up on her knees. Her feeble efforts were wonderful to behold, she was utterly spent, fucked right out. 

The last three men sprayed her with their loads one at a time and left her dripping on the cement floor. Heather slumped forward onto her hands and nearly fell asleep again but I told her to clean the floor with her tongue. She looked up at me, into the camera through a mask of sperm, and nearly started to cry she was so tired. 

I didn't relent, so she leaned over and began to lap the large puddles of cum with her pink little tongue. After a few minutes of this she vomited. I filmed it all, a white hot rage burning in my chest, my face hot and flushed with a mixture of embarrassment, anger and shame. 




Evil



I put the camera on the tri-pod and retrieved the mop and bucket. Handing them to her I told her to do it properly. Heather wearily climbed to her feet and mopped the floor cleaning it thoroughly. 

When the floor was pristine I told her to lie down and I then dipped the mop into the bucket and used it to clean her, splashing her with hot soapy, cum filmed water. I slopped the grey strings all over her body and scrubbed her with the mops head. I told her to roil over and then cleaned her back side. I hated her now more than ever, and my body was trembling with rage as I filmed her utter degradation. 

Then I did the most evil thing of all. I handed the mop back to her and told her to fuck herself with the handle. Heather looked up at me and I saw that she was crying, her eyes red and grieving. A small part of my heart twitched and I almost relented, but the greater part of me wanted to destroy her. The evil had won. 

While I filmed it Heather inserted the handle into her abused pussy and humped herself with it, the pink of her glistening cunt speared by the dingy wooden handle. 

I began to masturbate for the first time that day, and my hard aching boner hurt from how tightly I was gripping it. After watching her all afternoon and seeing her take more and more cock into the body I loved so much I didn't take long to reach climax. I stepped forward and spurted my huge load over her hands and snatch as she filled herself with mop handle. I came on her the way the wooden pole couldn't. Then I zipped up. She let the mop fall from her hands, and I told her to get out. 

I filmed the whole thing as she climbed unsteadily to her feet, and wobbled out in her ruined stockings and stained heels. All the way out to her car I filmed and even as she drove away tears streaming down her cheeks. 

I didn't call her for days knowing she couldn't fuck me anyway. I couldn't say what was in my heart. That I regretted what had happened. That I loved her. Instead I up loaded that video onto the internet. I created a website, and broke the whole adventure into five minute clips and let it gather fans. 

I told all the guys at work about the video and they all went to see it, and told their friends. A few guys whined that their wives might find out, and I told them that their women were far more likely to find out by word of mouth, rather than see the video. That made them even more scared, and my cruel self took a little pleasure in that as well. 

I watched as the hits on the video climbed and climbed. Either those same thirty guys were watching it a lot or they had told others and now more people were watching. I knew what had to happen. I needed new videos to put up, which meant more outrageous sex. 

I wasn't sure if I could share Heather again so soon. I was still angry about it. Even though it was my idea I was angry with her for enjoying it so much. I was jealous. So out next adventure was to be just the two of us. 

When I went to see Heather she was upset that I hadn't called her. I told her a version of the truth, that although the last time had been exciting, I was jealous of sharing her and wanted to keep her to myself for a bit. But that we should film it for later. She seemed touched that I was jealous, but there was less sparkle in her eye now. She seemed like she hadn't been sleeping. 

I took my little slave out and looked for a place that would be exciting to fuck. It was a bright sunny day and I told her to wear a little mini skirt with no panties and a bikini top. I wanted as much skin showing as I could have and not get us arrested. 

She looked spectacular and I told her so. Her smooth lightly tanned skin looked gorgeous, and her body was killer, so toned and athletic, her small breast nearly spilling out of the teeny top she wore. I was hard as we drove off looking for someplace to play. 

Too soon the summer ended and it was time to go to school. We hadn't even tried to go to the same universities. At the time we were choosing I was eager to get away from her and the endless torment of my love for her. Now I was much more confused. Leaving my love was more difficult, but I knew that we had to end this evil relationship. 

In the deepest part of my being I knew that Heather deserved more than me. I was cruel to her, selfish and demeaning. Heather was a giving, lovely, intelligent sexy woman and deserved any happiness she could find. 

That didn't mean it was easy.

Before I left first, my school being further away, I told her how wonderful she was. And as she teared up, sad to see me go, I finally confessed my true feelings.

"Heather I have loved you since we were ten years old. You are perfect, and you have given me everything. I am grateful for all the wonderful things we have had together, friendship, and love, and the amazing sex. Any man would be a fool not to see how perfect you are. You deserve absolute happiness, and you will get it as long as you can remember how amazing you are. "

Tears leaked from her eyes and she said. "I've always known you loved me. I didn't know how to feel about it. It was hard to accept your love when so many others hated me. I wish I could have found a way sooner to be with you, but I wasn't ready. And now that I have you I'm losing you, and it breaks my heart. You have been so good to me. Teaching me so much and making me realize men like me. Thank you!"

We hugged, and kissed, but there was nothing sexual about it. Finally we were friends again. 

I left for school the next morning and felt myself returning to a semblance of normal. I was forever changed now. I had tasted evil and the benefits of being so, I couldn't go back all the way to the little boy who feared being rejected, but I wasn't going to be the monster I had been all summer. 

And I knew that at Christmas I would return home for a few weeks, and that Heather would be there, and no matter who she found at her school I knew she could never deny me anything I asked of her. I had four months to think of some new ways to use the love of my life. Time to think of how to be Evil once more.



Evil & Deadly



She was a beautiful woman. A kind of dark charm about her. Her name was Carma. She was a 21 year old submissive female, or so she thought. Long brownish hair, gray eyes, and smooth skin was something you noticed about her right away. But, there was something more. Something she couldn’t get out of her head. She was wicked, and not in the good sense. She loved to watch whatever male she had at the time dominate her, only she would think of how it would be if she turned it around. In time she had, which is why she is now known as Evil & Deadly. This is her story.

She had just finished a weekend of wild sex with one of her men, but she was unsatisfied. Something in the pit of her stomach told her that she needed something more. She was tired of playing victim to the worthless men that thought they owned her. Her back still stung from the lashings, and her lips sore from sucking his cock. She sat on her couch, just listening to the sound of silence. Lifting a finger to her lips to feel them swell. Wincing and grumbling along the pain on her back as she shifted her weight. She stood and stretched in the morning sunlight. Her robe parting open as she stood. Luscious breasts peeking out from behind it. Her pink nipples erect and pressing against the fabric. She decided to take a shower, and get ready for the day. As she walked slowly to the bathroom the phone rang. She paused and looked at it, It was him. The man she had started to despise, her dominator. She ran one delicate finger along the receiver, grinning softly. The she placed both hands on it and savagely pulled the phone from the wall and threw it away. She stood there, and smiled over what remained of the phone. Satisfied she walked to the stereo and turned up the heavy music for all it was worth. Slipping her robe from her shoulders and dancing a bit to the bathroom. Her hair tickling the small of her back as she swayed back and forth.

She stood in front of the shower, folding the clear curtain away, and turning on the water. She stepped inside, her feet pressing into the water that had been flowing. Facing the shower head and smoothing her hair over her face, slowly moving her palms down her neck to her chest. Moaning softly into the soothing water as she took her nipples into her fingertips. Parting her lips and letting her index fingers rub over them, then pinch them. She feels her body consume it’s self in lust. Her pussy becoming warm. Her eyes closed as she moves her hand from a breast and places her palm along the wall. Lowering her head to let the water flow down her spine. She gently glided her hand down her wet stomach and between her silky thighs. Moaning out loud as she takes her clit between her fingers. Rubbing it into her body softly as she lowers her head. Suddenly she raises her head and looks up, taking the shampoo bottle in her hand. Struggling against the slick bottle she turns and presses her back to the wall. Looking down to watch the droplets of water flow over her breasts. She lifts her leg and lowers the bottle to her swollen clit. She begins to rub it there, fast and short stroking motions as the bottle presses and teases her clit. Her body starts to shake, and she reaches up to grab the shower head quickly. The hot water pouring down her body as it shakes in orgasm, her hand faster along the bottle as she cums. Her juices mixing with the water below. She let her trembling hand release the bottle and hear it hit the floor. She stood there, catching her breath. Taking one last rinse in the shower before turning the water off. 

She moved from the shower with delicate grace. Trailing wet footprints behind her as she towel dried her hair. She continued to do so as she wrapped another towel around her naked body, and looked into the foggy mirror. Wiping it off with her palm, and staring at her reflection. She sighed heavily, thinking of all the things that she had done. Then she smiled. A plan entered her mind, an evil and deadly plan. She pushed off all her belongings from atop the counter and grabbed a box from below a shelf. She placed it in front of her. Staring at it intently. She mumbled to herself as she ran her fingers over the lid. She left it there and walked to her bedroom. Opening her closet and looking over her clothes. Smiling she pulled out a leather suit. It was sexual. Long sleeves, full frontal that revealed her boastful bust. And the legs were cut into shorts, and that was perfect for the thigh high boots she had. It had a silver zipper up the front, which allowed her to show as much skin as she pleased. She slipped it on, pushing her wet hair aside. She stood in the mirror, looking over her body as she smoothed her hands over the soft leather. Then moved back to the closet and grabbed the boots. Sitting on the bed, and slipping her foot into it. Then the other. Standing up and gathering her balance on the 5 inch heels. She smiled and danced a bit as she looked upon her vivacious curves formed in the black leather.

Laughing softly, she walked back to the bathroom and stood looking at the box. She wasted no more time, and opened it quickly. She smiled as she looked upon the inside and began to pull something from it. Thigh cuffs and hand cuffs. Grinning in excitement she put them aside. She began to brush her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. Then applied her make-up. Black eyeliner, and red lipstick. She was ready. She gathered the toys in a secret bag and headed out the door, pausing to look around her surroundings. Smiling as she grabbed her car keys and walked out. She walked down the hallway, stopping at the elevator to press the button. Humming softly to herself as she felt a cool breeze from an open window blow against her face. She heard the ring from the elevator and watched it open. Hoping it would be empty. But, there stood her neighbor Dustin. He was a gorgeous man. Over six feet tall, built, brown hair and eyes. She had wanted him for weeks. She decided to try out her new energy on him. His eyes danced over her appearance. She guessed he was not use to seeing anyone dressed in leather from head to foot. She stepped into the elevator and stood beside him. Avoiding eye contact. She could hear his breathe increase. He was now hers. She waited a few moments, then pressed the emergency stop button.

Placing her bag down on the floor slowly as she turned to look into his eyes. Then rushed him. Pinning his back to the wall, while her hands held his elbows to hold him there. She said nothing, just stared into his eyes. Then leaned up and took his lower lip between her teeth, pulling his head down to hers. He moaned softly, she took that as a yes. She moved her foot behind his and tripped him to the floor. He fell with a thump onto his back, she smiled.

“ I am going to fuck you” she said sternly.

he moaned and put his hands behind his head, watching her. She lifted her foot and pressed the heel of her boot into his bulging groin. Teasing it along his hardness. She kneed between his legs and ripped open his pants. Pulling them off of his hips with her fingertips clawing down his sides. His eyes closed half in wonder and pleasure as she cupped his cock in her palm.

“You like this don’t you? You like me touching your hard cock, isn’t that right my little slut?” she whispered. 

He moaned out loud, wiggling his body lightly under her attention. He seemed nervous, but she didn’t care. She kneeled there, looking deeply into his eyes. She took her hand from his cock and began to unzip her suit. Her breasts spilling out as his eyes bulged to her beauty. She continued to sip it down, past her belly button and gliding past her furry mound. She grinned at him and grasped his cock once more. Getting her body atop his and guiding the head of his hardness along her wet slit. She smiled as she watched his lips part at the feeling. Velvet smooth wetness inviting him. The leather of her boots pressed along his legs, holding them together. She left his cock at the tip of his opening, and moved her hands to his shoulders. Grabbing handfuls of flesh as she forced his cock deep into her. Without wasting a breath she began to fuck him. His cock gliding in and out of the rhythm her hips were making. His moans tempting her desires and making her buck harder upon him. He could feel her tighten and loosen as her body gave into the pleasure. She moaned and screamed, digging harder into his shoulders. So lost in this woman, he did not wince. She could feel his cock throb harder inside her, so she moved her hands to his sides. Her palms resting on the floor as she lowered and raised her hips into his. Fucking him madly. Wanting to feel him explode deep inside her. Bending forward and licking along his lips whispering in gasps as she moved on him in a grinding motion. Feeling his cock search the inside of her hot wetness. 

“Cum for me, that’s it. Harder. Oh yes, you like it. Oh god, make me cum. Harder, let me take that cum from your hard cock”

He growled deeply as his hips bucked up towards her. His body beginning to tremble and shake. She had him. It was too late for him to turn back now. She sat up straight, feeling the zipper press into her anus. Looking upon his emotion filled face as he came for her. She stopped her thrusts and just sat upon him. Closing her eyes as she felt his cock jump and quiver inside her. She ran an outstretched finger over his chest. Feeling his heart racing.

She smiled at him and whispered, “Good boy”

His eyes were shut, his body still trembled as she slipped his cock from her. She reached down and tore a piece of his shirt from his body to wipe herself with. Then threw it to the ground and zipped back up her suit. He struggled to get up, and pull what remained of his pants over to cover himself. She fixed her hair and checked to see that everything was in it’s place. He looked upon her in wonder as she pressed the button again to release the elevator. She picked up her bag and waited for her floor. He stood and held his pants up, looking to the floor. He wasn’t sure if all that had really happened. The door opened and she glanced at him as she walked out. 

Smiling to herself as she continued down the hallway to the outside parking lot. She was pleased with herself. It was late afternoon, and she was on a mission. She unlocked the door to her Vette, and stepped in. Placing her bag on the seat beside her, and adjusting the rear view mirror. She closed the door, turned the key, and squealed out of the parking lot. Racing down the side streets and to the highway. Halfway along the long stretch of road she saw the red flashing lights of a cop car. She groaned. She couldn’t believe her luck. She pulled over, adjusting the seat belt and lifting it off. Smiling evily as a thought ran through her mind. She unlocked the door as soon as she saw the officer walk from his car towards hers. She moved her arm towards her bag and pulled out a set of handcuffs, flipping her wrist a bit and opening one loop. She opened her door, and the officer stepped back. Then he moved forward, removing his thick sun glasses to check over what he saw. His jaw opened at the sight of her. Something he never thought he would see in his life. She stepped out slowly, her car still running as she held a hand behind her back. 

“Drivers License and Registration please ma’am” he said sternly.

She didn’t respond. She slowly lifted her head to look up into his eyes. He was an older man, gray showing through his goatee. Strong hands and broad shoulders seemed to call out from his navy blue uniform. She stepped closer to him. Parting her lips as he outstretched a hand to stop her. She quickly brought her hand from behind her and snapped the cuffs on his wrist, turning quickly to hold his hand behind his back and cuffing his other hand. He gasped, stunned that he had gotten into this predicament. Laughing she kicked him gently in the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

“Well, isn’t this interesting.” She said as she walked around him. “Tell me little pig. Do you get off on cuffing pretty little ladies when you catch them?” she taunted.

“Lemme go now miss, and I’ll try to get them to go easy on you.” He warned.

“Ha, listen you little fuck pig” she laughed, tilting his head up to hers with a gentle hand. “You have to obey me now, look around. There is no one here to save you. And I guarantee, after I am done with you, you will not need saving” she slapped his cheek lightly.

He sneered up at her. Trying to reach the emergency button on his radio, but she saw him. Kneeling down in front of him and unclasping his utility belt. 

“We won’t be needing this now will we?” she asked. 

He continued his hard gaze into her eyes, as he struggled against the cuffs.

“Stand up, now.” She ordered, as she threw the belt onto the hood of his car. 

He stood slowly, using the side of her car to gather his balance. She smiled as she looked into his eyes. Moving in close to him. Pressing the smooth leather against his chest. Feeling his heart beat wildly. She began to kiss and suck along his throat. Running her hands along his chest as her finger flicked over his name tag. She paused and looked at it.

“So my playtoy has a name, hello Dirk.” She grinned.

He said nothing. Acting as if he didn’t hear her. She smiled, knowing he was worried. She loved it. She wasted no more time and rolled her fingers over to his pants. Keeping her eyes on his as a cool wind blew over her body. Her nipples responding to it immediately. She got upon her knees and started to undo is button. Slowly unzipping his zipper as she yanked them quickly to the ground. She looked upon his half erect cock. The excitement running through his veins. She could feel it. She looked up into his eyes as she brushed his shirt tail away from his skin with her nose. Gliding her fingernails up his legs hard. Feeling him shudder to her touch. 

“Are you going to be a good boy and cum in my sweet mouth?” she asked, as her lips gently teased his pubic hair.

He closed his eyes and nodded. She moved her hands up with ease and grasped his ass in her palms. Moaning softly as she felt his cock grow harder, and bob along her chin. She nibbled around his hair, moving back a bit and pulled him away from the car. Parting her lips and moved her tongue softly down the shaft of his cock. Pausing at the head to breathe hot air upon it. Her fingertips making tiny circles upon his ass. She heard him moan with delight, so she moved down a bit lower. Moving his cock away with her face and taking his balls into her mouth. The flat of her tongue teasing along it’s tender flesh. Her one hand moving back and then coming down hard upon his ass. Causing him to whimper. She let his balls slip from her mouth as she looked up into his eyes. He looked back down in what seemed to be amazement. She moaned and whispered.

“That’s a good boy, you feel that?” she asked as she spanked him again. Her hand stinging along his soft flesh.

He moved her head back to his cock and licked delicately around it. Tasting his precum as she used it to gloss her lips. Then quickly parted her lips and sucked his cock into her mouth. He moaned out loud. She tightened her lips and sucked it down her throat. Smacking his other ass cheek hard as her nose tickled his hair. He jumped forward, seeming to hardly contain his excitement. She moved her head back and forth a bit, as her tongue wiggled along his thick shaft. Then she took a hold of his hips and began slamming her tight lips around his cock. Her cheeks sucked in as he looked down to watch his cock be devoured. Red lips upon his peach shaft sending him into orbit. He closed his eyes and his legs began to shake. She bobbed harder on his cock, slapping his hips hard. Then gliding her palms back to his ass as she grabbed them and stood. Moving her mouth from his cock the moment he was going to cum. She grasped his cock in her hand and began to jerk him off. Her palm tight around his cock. She moved her other hand to the back of his head and tilted his head back.

“That’s it, mmm you like this. Cum in my hand, I can feel your heart beating. That’s it. Come on. Cum for me my fucking pig” she whispered into his ear. 

He began to jerk, and shudder. His hips bucking into her hand. And he screamed, as she watched in silent awe. Cum spilling from her hand onto the road ahead of him. She let go of his cock, and watched it as it throbbed and bounced softly along the inside of his naked thighs. She moved behind him as he stood there, breathing hard and moaning still. She uncuffed him and moved away, as she pushed him towards his car. He stumbled with his feet caught in his pants and fell with his palms on the hood. She walked backward, as she swung the cuffs in her fingers. She turned and got back in her car, and sped away. She was so impressed with herself. The power she felt was overwhelming. But, she had one more man to get. The one responsible for her change in attitude in the first place. His name was William, and she was going to make him pay. A mile further down the road, she turned down this dusty old road and came to a house. She stopped the car and just sat there for a moment. Looking over at the 4x4 truck in the driveway. He was home. She took a deep breathe and grabbed the bag. She slowly began to open the car door and stepped out. Leaving the door open as she started to walk toward the house. She stopped at the door. Then cautiously moved her palm to turn the handle. It was open. She stepped in. Walking seductively into the living room where she saw him sitting. He looked fine, strong arms framed his muscular build. He looked up at her.

“Hello my pet” he whispered as he stood to greet her.

“I am not your pet” she scowled as she set the bag to the floor, out of his view.

“Oh? And what makes you think that? Do I need to punish you for your outburst?” he asked, stepping closer to her.

She smiled and whispered to him, while looking directly into his eyes “you are the one that is to be punished, William”

He stopped in his tracks and looked at her. Wondering what she meant, and why she had said it. She grinned, and he got worried. She moved down a bit, and put her hand into the bag. He looked over her leather outfit, licking his bottom lip. She stood and smiled at him, showing him the thighcuffs. 

“Do you wish me to use them on you?” he asked.

“No, I am going to use them on you.” She responded, stepping closer to him.

He did not move, he was not afraid of her. But she didn’t give him time to think. She jumped upon his body, forcing him to the ground. He struggled, slapping her across the face in the process. That pissed her off. She slapped him back, and as his shocked system lay there, she quickly pressed the cuffs to his thighs. He swore at her. Cursing her name. She smiled and watched him lay there, as he tried to get up. She quickly went back to her bag and grabbed her two sets of handcuffs. She kneeled beside his body. He was upset, as he looked over her body. She smoothed his hair over his forehead, then grabbed a hold of it. Pulling his head towards hers and licking his lip. He tried to bite her, but she let his head fall back to the floor. She got atop him, kneeling on his elbows. He whimpered in pain. She cuffed both his hands together, then used the other cuffs to hold him to water pipe on the outside of the wall. She stood and laughed. Watching him struggle in vain. 

“And with this William, you fucking asshole. I will leave you. Hopefully your wife will come home and find you like this. Then you will have some wonderful explaining to do. Stay away from me, or you will have more then cuffs and restraints to worry about” she threatened as she lifted her boot and dug the heel into his side. 

“You will pay for this, you are never coming back to me! You are evil and deadly and I will have no part in that” he yelled as he whimpered in pain.




Evil & Deadly



She smiled and began to walk away, she could hear him calling to her. She closed the door behind her and walked back to her car. She stood there with her hands on the car door. Looking at the house. His yells faded in the wind. She shivered, then smiled. She was a new person, and he had given her a new name. Evil & Deadly. From now on she will take no more from anyone. And if someone gets in her way, they would pay. She got in her car and drove back to her apartment. Her new life was just beginning.