1 comments/ 15948 views/ 3 favorites No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ch. 01 By: LaPatitMort The milk always seems to be in the far back of the grocery stores. I had my gallon and was ambling through the aisles toward the check out stands when a tiny woman in her early-thirties caught my eye. She was struggling to reach a can on a high shelf. My six-four frame would have no trouble but her five-one wasn't even close. "May I help you, Little One?" Her eyes rose up to mine but immediately her gaze dropped to the floor. She had a thin, faint bruise around half her frail neck, like a necklace had been snatched from it. I held out one of the cans of the vary cheap soup she was reaching for, "Do you just want one?" Tentatively, her trembling hand reached out, "Thank you sir." She did not look up and her hands, wrists and forearms were covered with even more bruises. She was clutching several low denomination tattered food stamps, a bag of day old bread and a small marked down package of deli ham. Her sweats were too big for her and they were in need of cleaning. I had seen this many times. It always bothered me. "Where is your Daddy, Little One?" She spoke before she realized what she was admitting, "He left me. I do not have ............." Her face brushed red and she started to walk away. "How long has it been since you have eaten, bathed and slept through the night?" She did not answer but I saw a tear roll down her cheek. "I know you lifestyle, Little One. Talk to me. I can help for a day or two." "My Master threw me out for younger women with better bodies. I haven't eaten in three days." "Give me your hand. Come with me." I was dressed all in black and towered over her. I had not practiced in years, still I had identified her, she was broken and she needed to feel safe for a while. I hated doms who abused, hurt and broke the spirits of their subs. They did not understand the true nature of the lifestyle. Twice before I had taken home such a sad case. She took my hand like a small child and followed while I paid for my milk and headed out into the parking lot. It was drizzling rain and forty degrees. She was barefoot and her sweats were damp. The tiny creature shivered on the leather front seat of my XJ8 and almost purred when the seat warmed and the heated cabin air surged out. She was not used to nice things. When we arrived at my home, she was reluctant to go through the front door. I showed her the kitchen, guided her to the downstairs guest room, gave her a thick bathrobe and pushed her into the shower. "Take a hot bath, Little One. Wash your hair and get clean for me. Then, come to the kitchen. I will have you something hot and tasty to eat." I looked her over while she ate. She glanced at me to make sure she was not doing anything wrong several times. She could be pretty but at the moment she was a mess. She ate and ate, not sure if there would be a next meal. When she finished, I told her, "Come over here and stand in front of me." "Remove the robe and let me look at you, Little One." There was a slight hesitation. Her eyes looked at my big thick hands and she quickly dropped the robe. There was real fear in her eyes. I could have cried. Her body was covered in welts from a thin bamboo cane, bruises and rope burns. Her left eye was swollen and had a large blood spot in the white. It had been a long time since her hands and feet had been manicured or her face had seen makeup. Her body was shaved clean and the hair on her head was cut irregularly and unprofessionally. It was only ten p.m. "You are tired. You need to rest and tomorrow we will get you some clothes and have you medically checked out. I do not know you well enough to trust you but you can sleep in the guest room, if I lock you in. Otherwise, I will take you to the downtown mission for tonight." She did not like the mission idea. "You can lock me in tonight, Mas...." "Yes, Little One, I have been many women's Master. But I am not yours. What is your name?" "Rita." "Rita what? What is your full name?" I had spoken too harshly. She cowed and very faintly said, "Rita Anne Liston." "Have you been married Rita? Do you have kids? Do you have local family?" "No." She was very weak and she sensed that she did not have to fear me. She was relaxing. Her adrenalin was not surging through her like it had been. Her knees were wobbly and I caught her when one buckled. She couldn't weigh eighty pounds. Her ribs showed, her hips were bony and her kneecaps looked like they were on the outside of her skin. She was asleep when I scooped her naked body into my arms, picked up the robe and took her to the guest bedroom. I did lock her in. I always get up between seven and eight and never go to bed before twelve. At ten a.m., I unlocked her door and called her, "Wake up, Little One. Wash up and come to breakfast." She was nude when she came to the table - old habits die hard. "Go get your robe. It is cool in the house. You will find slippers in the closet, if your feet are cold." Then I ordered, "Comb your hair and brush your teeth before you come to the table with me." The tone and the power hit home. She ate a thick three-egg Denver omelet, two pieces of toast, two glasses of milk and a small bowl of oatmeal. I was smiling at her and she looked at me with questioning eyes as she finished. "It's ok. Stand for me. Open your robe." I did not mean to scare her. Her eyes flashed in fear, but she opened her robe. When I smiled even more broadly, she looked down and could see that her normally flat, skinny stomach was round and protruding. She looked at me, I nodded and she closed her robe. "What skills do you have Rita Anna Liston?" "Three years ago I was a secretary in Portland. I can type, use computers and run a good office." "How long has it been since you were checked for diseases or given a physical?" "At least four years." "Today, that is what we will do. Then I'll have a friend take you shopping and bring you back to me so I can approve what you have selected. For this trip you will purchase proper clothing for the business world, jeans and tops, sneakers, a swimsuit and underwear that fits you. You may purchase standard makeup items. Do not purchase a lot. You will be gaining weight quickly as you get more healthy." That evening a gaunt, petite but feminine woman with a new hairdo was brought to my office along with two-dozen boxes and a thick bundle of papers. I read through the papers while I quizzed her. "Rita, did you choose the sub lifestyle." "I do not understand?" "How did you get to this point? Where did your Master find you?" "I had a boyfriend who got me into drugs. He sold me for drugs." "So you did not choose to serve you Master?" She was quiet. "Answer me." "I wanted to belong, to please, to serve and feel his power but all he wanted was to hurt me too much." "Too much? You like some pain?" Again she was quiet. "Rita?" "Sometime I need to be punished. Sometime pain turns me on." "Sexually?" "Yes." "What do you like sexually?" "I like to serve. To be made to do things and to feel pleasure." "Your blood work is reasonable. It will be a week before we know about HIV. Did the doctor give you medicines to clear your other STD issues? And do you know what to do?" "Yes" "Do you want to stay here for a few weeks while you get healthy?" "Yes." "I will give you a schedule to follow and some chores that you will be responsible for. You will have to swim daily, eat properly and I will lock you in every night until I know you." "Ok." "Do you have questions for me?" "Are you going to be my Master?" "I do not know. A lot of that is up to you." "Why are you doing all this?" "You need help and I can provide it." "Will you hurt me?" "Why did you Master rip you collar off?" "I was too tired and weak to serve him. I had nothing left for him to take. He said I was ugly and repulsive to him. I had no where to go but he beat me until I crawled out of his house." "Any good Master keeps his subs strong, rested, willing and able to serve him. Pain is for correction and pleasure not to injure. That is reserved for the S & M crowd not the B & D crowd. I do not delve much into S & M. If that is what you want, you will need to look elsewhere. If you were my sub, I would not degrade you, put you in fifth or demean you. If you disrespected me, your punishments would hurt, you would sit gingerly and your cunt would be wet and want attention. Attention that I might deny you until you earned it in my judgment alone. You would have to surrender your life to me and I would accept the responsibility for it. You would have to learn total trust, obey and to accept pleasure in amounts that you have never known." Her gaunt deep eyes sparkled watching my every move and she hung on every word. She expected more but I ordered, "Now go to your room. You will find a stocked refrigerator there, in case I have to be away for a while. You can relax and feel safe." ............................................... Rita gained twenty-five pound in two months. Her body was toned and sleek. She was STD free and looking healthy, but I had not touched her sexually. "Rita it is time you went shopping again. Your clothes no longer fit. You are tan now and your makeup is not longer right for you. You also need some clothing to wear out at night in case we go to dinner or have to attend a social function." She looked back from the files and was obviously delighted. "You have helped me a lot getting my office and documents in order. I am very pleased with you progress. However, in a couple of days we have to talk about your future. Think long and hard about your desires and be ready for our talk." We scheduled our serious talk for Sunday. On Friday evening, Rita accompanied me to a dinner and dance. We had never danced together before. I was not accomplished, yet she molded into my 230 pounds and flowed with me, making me look good. As the evening wore on, she took some liberties and began to push her body into me raking across my cock and making it grow. Finally I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against me while we danced. My cock was flat against her stretching from her belly button to between her breasts. "Oh My God. It is big." "I'm a big man, Rita. I would look silly with a small cock." Her hand was between us, rubbing up and down my shaft. "It would split me in two." "No, Little One, you would learn. You would stretch. You would slide your clit along that big shaft and try to keep from cuming until I told you to cum for me." "It wouldn't even fit in my mouth." "That too will stretch. You would learn to push the head down your throat so you could not breathe. You would have to trust that I would pull out and let you live." She groaned and squeezed my cock. "Are you wet, Little One?" "Yes, I am wet." "Address me properly." "Yes, Master, I am very wet for you." "Rita, I am a very oral Master. If I lick you, you must cum many times and feed your juices to me. Sometimes you will be tender but you will have to endure the pain. Can you do that?" "Yes, Master, I want you to make me hurt like that. Please, make me hurt to please you." "Rita, get our coats while I say "Goodnight" to our hosts." She had become breathtakingly beautiful. Her curves and movements were alluring and completely feminine. Her eyes sparkled in health and promised sensuality. All who saw her were captivated, even me. She was the only one who did not recognize her beauty and it was my fault in not showing it to her. I would pay for my oversight. Rita did not return quickly. Soon there was turmoil in the large dance hall as late arriving, Mistress Sharon and her large cadre of slaves, trainees and hangers-on clamored in to crowd the formerly half empty hall. Rita was on the right arm of the glamorous Sharon and was being catered to by two beautiful hairless near naked blonde very young men. She was swept away by the attention and the flamboyant style of the country's premier mistress's. Sharon stopped her gaggle in front of me with a simple raising of her fancy gold handled riding crop. "Carl, I haven't seen you in years. I did not know you were back in the game." "I'm not Sharon." "It is so good to see you. Is this lovely nymph that I found retrieving coats yours?" "Rita, came with me to the dinner tonight." "Oh, she is lovely, looks tasty and my boys want her." "I bet you want her too, Sharon." "You know me too well. How much for her?" I did not answer. I watched Rita. She was all starry eyed, soaking up all the attention and in awe of the perfect blonde boys that were tending to her every move and swooning all over her. She did not know the game at this level. She did not know their Mistress was directing their every breath. "Carl, I know she will not be cheap. She is perfect and unmarked. What do you want for her? I have a lot to trade?" Rita caught part of the conversation and listened. "Sharon, she is not mine to sell. I helped her a few months ago and she stayed with me to help in the office." Rita came to stand beside me and hand me my coat. Her two admirers came along. Pawing at her, teasing her, making her feel special and holding her attention. "So, you say she can come with us if she wants?" "Rita, how old are you?" "Thirty-two." "Did you have much to drink tonight?" "No." "Yes, Sharon, Rita is free to decide." I did not get to say anything else. The noise level went up and Rita was willingly swept into Mistress Sharon's turmoil. It was sad to see. I was starting to like her. She could have been something special, but her pride and lack of judgment would cost her. I donned my coat and went out into the rain and drove home. The house seemed quiet the next morning. I called my maids and garden help in. Rita's things were packed up and taken to the long unused dungeon in the basement. Before the maids left the business's owner came to me. "Master Carl?" It was Heather, she had the special bag I told her to bring, if she ever came to me again. "Yes, you may speak." "Have you been satisfied with the payments from the services?" "The payments have been fine, you are going a good job." "I often think of our times together." "You were rebellious but now you are a very successful business woman." Heather looked into my eyes, taunting and challenging me. I never allowed her direct eye contact. "You have kept your body in shape, Heather. You look strong. But I suggest you remember your manners." Still she did not look away. I walked past her, closed and locked the door to my office. I dimmed the regular lights and brought up the black lights to change the room entirely to it scary, dark discipline theme. "Strip and kneel you disrespectful female." Heather thrust her breast out defiantly, braced herself and stood her ground. Her breathing was deep, her nipples erect and her unblinking eyes locked on mine, twinkling in excitement and fear. Faster than she could move I grabbed a handful of hair with my left hand and her right nipple with my right. I pulled her head back, she yelped in surprise and then moaned when I squeezed her nipple very hard. She was remembering the pain she was going to have to endure. I kicked the back of her legs and she dropped to her knees. I stood behind her and ripped her blouse open and cruelly pulled her bra and blouse up and over her head. She fell forward clutching her breasts. First I stepped on her back, pushing her flat. Then I sat on her back and finished roughly removing her clothes. I pushed my hand between her legs and plunged my thumb into her cunt. She was soaking. "You have missed me, haven't you Heather?" "Yes, Master, I have." "You have a husband and two kids now." "Yes, Master." "Doesn't he fuck you and make you cum." "Yes, he does Master." "Then what do you want from me?" "You know what I need, Master." "Get on your knees. Kneel at my feet with you legs open and finger fuck your cunt for my pleasure." She scrambled to comply. She knelt in the dark shadows by the door and I turned one of the picture lights near her to be a spot light on her thrusting fingers. "You have let your cunt's hair grow. I cannot taste such a thing." "Oh, please Master. Like you used to do." "Stretch her." Heather knew the drill, two thrusting fingers from each hand and pull wide after each thrust. "Lay back on your legs." "I don't think ..............." Thwak went the cat-of-nine-tales across her stomach. "You have forgotten a lot. I did not ask you to think." Thwak, Thwak. She moaned in pain as she bent backward and her older, stiffer joints complained. They did not like lying back bent at the knees with her feet under her ass. "Work your fingers. Three from each hand now. Stretch her." While she worked her fingers I used the toe of my right shoe to rub and nudge her clit. She had missed the pain and the control. She was flowing and moaning. A jerk went through her body and I slapped her hard with the whip to stop her from cuming. "Spread your arms, pretend you are tied to the cross, Heather. You remember the cross?" I took over for her and started thrusting two fingers into her sloppy beautiful pussy. She tried to fuck upward to get more friction. "Lie still." Three fingers now and I leaned forward and licked her half-inch long clit. She howled. "Shut up bitch or I'll bite it off." Heather had gone through a lot of sessions before she learned not to cum without permission. I was fondly remembering how she finally struggled to please me. He upper lip and forehead were already perspiring. She needed something that she had never discussed with her husband. She needed to be controlled and to endure the always unknown pain I chose to inflict on her. Pain to test her limits, her loyalty, her worth as a sub in a lifestyle that she once chose and now needed to visit every few months. A fourth finger from my large hand brought her close again. I was mercilessly raking my middle two fingers across her g-spot every time I pulled part of the way out. She contracted on my fingers, squirted a little growling loudly and thrashing about trying not to cum. I stopped all my movement. "Can you still do it? Can you do it for me? Let me watch your wonderful cunt. Do it for me, Heather." I tucked my thumb under my fingers. They were two joints deep between her lips. She inhaled, held her breath and pushed up. More of my hand slipped in but stuck tight at my wide knuckles. She relaxed her hips. Took several breath, held it and pushed again. My hand did not go in any deeper. "I remember how your body used to crave doing this for me. I had so hoped you still wanted to please me." Again she took several breaths, held it and pushed. She grasped my wrist with both her hands and thrust hard and thrust hard again. My hand slid into her belly and she screamed in stretching pain and victory. Her body was covered with sweat. I waited, letting her body relax and become accustomed to my big hand. She moved her hips slightly to tell me she was ready. Little pushes at first. Then little pushes with a slight turn of my hand. She was getting wetter by the second. Her belly, her thighs, the floor and my forearm were soaking wet and glistening in the slowly strobbing dark light. I made a fist inside of her. She moaned and pulled back trying to remind me what she wanted. I remembered all too well. When I pulled back the pressure of the back of my thumb crushed against her g-spot making her clit thrust like a tiny cock. Her eyes were rolled back but they were open so only white showed. Saliva pooled in her mouth and her arms were once again spread wide in submission straight out from her body. Her sheath was starting to convulse around my hand and wrist. I needed to slow her. I opened my hand inside her and pushed her cervix around, poking at it tiny mouth. This was uncomfortable for her. She moaned, slowed and accepted my torture. I let my index finger stretch and invade her next chamber. He womb held tight, her body shuddered and she struggled with all her might not to cum. No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ch. 01 There I was. Servicing my boyfriend's member just one day after he was named MVP of the conference tournament. He was on a high and I wanted to show him just what I thought of him. Of course, dating a college basketball player while being a collegiate soccer player yourself is not easy. Between the practices, games, workouts, classes and required tutoring, there is little time for yourself, much less anyone else. So, when we could make the time, we made the most of it. Per one of our on the away game sexting escapades (they were hit or miss, but when each of us had road games, the bus rides back were always more heightened with adrenaline pumping and someone to text a little dirty to), I knew his different fantasies. Some I would never be the person to fulfill nor desired to do so, but some turned me on just considering them. Sure, I hadn't performed most of them, but I was a 20 year old coed...time to be adventurous right? It was Sunday morning and I had finished up our Sunday morning 6 miler with the team. After his performance yesterday in the conference title game, I had him on my mind which clearly led to weighing which fantasy I wanted to perform this afternoon. After considering that I really didn't have the funds to purchase outfits or toys, I have to rely on what I had. Which was my body, my dirty willing mind, and a few sex toys from gag gifts and my freshman initiation for the soccer team. In terms of body, well I considered that I had it and I knew what worked. There was no doubt, for a white suburbia girl, I had an ass. Even from days as earlier as middle school the other girls would make comments about, but lucky for me the approach to a larger (yet fit) and round ass improved in my generation from middle school to high school and especially in college. And to go with my ass, my thighs were solid. In workouts, I could squat close to the freshman guys on the basketball team. I was proud and thanks to collegiate conditioning, my ass was firm and felt like it was on a lift. The rest of me, as expected for most female soccer players, was fit.....toned arms, check, shoulders & back, check, abs (not to firm, but clear muscle definition), check, tits, well, borderline B/C's, an areola that was large enough to go with the thick nipples that could be spotted 50 feet away through any clothing when a light breeze came about, so check for most, and a cute slender face average lips, but a wide smile that I considered my second best quality. On the hair side, dirty blonde, but could change depending how much sun I was exposed to. Kyle had always enjoyed the top two qualities my body had to offer, my ass and my mouth. But, don't get excited to fast, while his hands groped all it wanted, and spanked when it was ready to be spanked, anal was not something I had been willing to give him. Anal was something I had tried only once with an early freshman year boyfriend and after how quickly that ended, it was not something I felt had to be part of a relationship for some time. That gets to the fantasy. The one I had agreed upon was simple really, and most girls would have everything needed to make it happen except for one key item. But I gained that item from seniors two years ago (another story, another time). After the 6 miler, I went to my apartment to change. Apartment was a nice way of putting it. More of an efficiency with a shady landlord. I had to peel off my panties due to getting myself worked up on the run. Damn, it was going to be a fun afternoon. After a thorough shave job that involved shaving everything below the neck, I was ready to get dressed....in the few articles of clothing that were required. I found the sexiest black pair of heels that I had which were close to stilettos with a shiny black gloss that my father would have certainly called bedroom shoes....if he even knew I owned such a pair (but hey, mom always had a few and he always seemed to be pretty satisfied). Next, were the black stockings from Amy's bachelorette trip. Not that I get to wear these too often, but damn my thighs look good in them. And a blue G-string that was pretty much made more from glitter than from actually fabric. In terms of a bra, that wasn't in the outfit, but one black overcoat was to be the final piece....of clothing. Before I stepped into anything, I turned upside down my closet looking for that shoebox of toys. Finally, found it. Within the shoebox was a small, metallic tear shaped butt plug. While about 3 inches in length, the largest diameter of the plug was about the size of two thumbs together. The end of the butt plug, or otherwise known as the only part that wouldn't be inside my ass, featured a sapphire like jewel on the end (likely fake). So, if I was ever ass up on all fours (which had a decently good chance of happening today), one would merely see a shining blue jewel exposing itself in the middle of my butt. After a little awkward mirror time, some KY on the plug, and some KY on the edges of my asshole, I gently inserted it into my pretty much a virgin asshole. Nerves rushed as the pressure on my tiny butthole grew. Finally, I could feel the cold metallic object entering my back side. And with an unexpected, yet swift movement, by asshole swallowed the remainder of the plug leaving only the blue jewel exposed. At first this left some slight burning as the nerves around my sphincter struggled with the concept of being unable to lock back together, but instead by left with an alienable object preventing them from collapsing fully. After a moment or two, some deep breathes and a few arched ass poses in the mirror, it was time for the g string. If you looked in my underwear drawer, you wouldn't have even realized this pair existed, you likely would have mistaken it for a few small blue rubber bands. And, the g string felt that tight as I stretched it over my thighs, finally positioning the glittery material high on my hips with the band settling just atop my pussy lips and running firmly through the crack of my ass. And after snapping a selfie of my arched backside, the glittery blue g string along with the blue jewel just showing out on the edges sure was a nice look for myself. I could already feel myself getting wet again. Time to hurry up, because these panties were going to stay dry for long with this little amount of fabric. After the stockings and pumps were on, it was time for the makeup. The request was for overdone, heavy, lots of color makeup. And an hour later I was nothing short of what one may call a fuck doll. Bright red lips, pink cheeks, sultry eyelashes with electric blue and green colors around the eyes swooping to the outside. Just based on the face alone, I looked ready to be used and abused. There I was in my apartment, standing in high heels and lingerie with my tits on display. My lips looked they belonged in a fashion magazine or around a dick, and I'm pretty sure I knew which way that was leaning. I was ready to take off. Granted, I lived just off campus with Kyle on the other end, so this would be a long walk or result in using the school's bus system. Before leaving, I covered myself in a black overcoat making sure to tie the one sash along with the 3 buttons. If you looked only below my face, you'd think there was only half a chance I was paid for sex. Throw in the painted face, and anyone would know my intent. The walk to the elevator and out of my apartment complex was unlike most. I had to balance on the high heels and then with each step I could feel the exterior of the metallic plug between my ass cheeks and the nerves inside me from the plug where tingling. There was no way I was walking to Kyle's place... 15 minutes later after shifting from side to side to stay as comfortable as one could with a plug up their ass, I boarded the campus bus. It was the middle of the afternoon so it shouldn't have been crowded and it wasn't. Boarding, I made sure to go the back and put my head down hoping not to see anyone I knew and stay out of the viewpoint of the bus windows. The metallic butt plug pushed deeper into my ass as I sat on the hard plastic seats and was jerked into uncomfortable positions as the bus stopped and awkwardly started at each stop. Finally, Kyle's stop. With only two other souls on the bus, I never was placed into an awkward situation....until I exited. As I was about to turn out of the aisle down the steps, the door was opened and a gust of wind drafted up the bus stairs. The overcoat was no match for the abrupt force and my overcoat quickly lift to my navel exposing nothing but the tiniest of a G-string. I was able to grab the back of my overcoat in time to prevent it from rising above my backside and managed to keep the bus driver from getting his shower material for the week. However, I didn't expect three athletic guys to be getting on at that stop. Once I realized what they had probably seen, I quickly put my hands over my coat, hurried down the stairs and ignored the cat calls and whistles as I got around the corner. Around the corner, I took a moment for a deep breath, made sure I had had my hair and outfit together and gingerly walked up to Kyle's apartment. Kyle saw the look in my eye, and in accordance with the rest of my face, he drew a smirky almost evil grin as if he knew his afternoon had just been made. I just stood there to play dumb with pouty libs and naively curling the ends of my hair like a dumb high schooler who knew exactly what she was getting herself into. I dropped my overcoat once inside the door and noticed his cock harden through his sweatpants right on schedule. He followed me as I strutted in my fuck me heels to the bedroom. Give the plumpness of my ass and how deep the butt plug felt, I was pretty confident he hadn't noticed it yet. I made sure to pause, put my heels together and slowly reach down to touch my toes while keeping my legs straight. I could feel my calves flexing, my hamstrings tightening and my ass spreading. Then, then I heard him... "Holy fuck, Jenn! Is that what I think it is?!?" Kyle walked up behind me as I was still bent over showing him the view any guy would want. He palmed both cheeks of my ass as he pressed his hips against me. I could feel his dick rock hard press against me. Then he stepped back so he could run his thumbs right under my G-string. I felt his thumb stop on the blue jewel exterior of the toy. He circle his thumb around it multiple times cursing a slow "Daaammmmnnnn" under his breath as he did so. He pushed on it and watch it go further in and then back to its resting position as he removed this them....I was getting turned on too. I stood up, grabbed him by his t-shirt, spinned him and pushed him on the side of the bed. He laid with his upper half sprawled out and his legs in seated position. I removed his pants and began to slowly swallow his dick with my large lips. Slowly at first as I tried to get all thick 7 inches in my mouth. Pressing further each time with his mushroom head finally stretching the back of my throat. As I said, there I was, on my knees with fuck me heels, ass stretched with a butt plug finding a new home in me Suddenly there was a loud knocking on the apartment floor. I paused for a moment, but then just kept polishing Kyle's thick cock with my pink red lips. There was enough drool where I was starting to build up a pretty slick lube that I would need later when I would try to stick this up my ass instead. Suddenly the knock started again with an unexpected "Kyle, are you in there?" Kyle jumped up. "SHIT!" Shit, shit, shit"" I was taken aback and I leaned back on my heels wondering what the fuck was going on. "Kyle" I whispered "Who is looking for you?" "Kyle," the voice said, "we have to talk about yesterday. You have to answer for this." Kyle finally spoke up and he talked with an uneasy feeling in his voice. "Yeah, ...yeah, just give me a second." "Jenn, I don't have time to explain, but you have to hide." "What are you talking about Kyle? Whit is going on? And why the fuck is this happening now?" I whispered imperatively. "I fucked up, okay? Okay!" I didn't have much else to say. What could I do? A strange guy was knocking on his door demanding answers and I looked like a fuck doll on the floor with drool running down my face and between my tits. "Seriously, Jenn, we have to hide you." I worked towards crawling under the bed, but he grabbed on leg and pulled me back out. "Not good enough." The banging got louder. "We are coming in one minute if you don't open this god damn door" the voice said. "We?!?" I thought. There is more than one person. Now I was scared. Kyle appeared to have settled on a better hiding spot. He pulled out his big suitcase he uses for the away games and told me to get in. I was certainly hesitant and downright terrified, but I didn't have much of a choice. I stepped out of my heels, sat in, laid on my side, tucked my knees in and I was able to fit. Kyle quickly grabbed my heels tossed them on top of me, shut the lid, zipped it and pushed the suit case lying flat into his closet. I heard him close the closet door, breathe heavy, walk into the kitchen, and open the apartment door. I heard whispers from afar after Kyle opened the door initially. Then shouting from the kitchen and a rush of footsteps. Something accusatory from the mystery men about Verne not being pleased with yesterday's game. Verne wasn't a name I had heard before, and what was Vern not happy about? Kyle was the MVP in the big time game?!? Then pieces started to come together. Kyle was paid to shave points. And yesterday, he didn't shave enough points. He got caught up in his own glory and didn't execute his other obligation. Apparently he had been doing this since last season. Oh my god?!? How could he do this? How could he do this and put me in this position. Here I was, slutted up with a toy up my ass that suddenly became a nuisance rather than a turned on with only a g string and a pair of heels to my possession locked up in a suitcase stuffed into a closet. If something happened to Kyle, how the hell would anyone ever find me?!? And how would I explain myself. Suddenly I heard a yell, ....then a gurgle, and ...finally....a thump. Then....silence.....nothing. What seemed like an eternity went by. Finally I heard footsteps and whispers. I heard a voice say "Okay boys, let's search this place, find his stash, and get back to Vern. He is not going to be happy and we can't have this linked back to us. ." On my god!!! They had killed Kyle. I wanted to gag. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry....I just wanted to be away from this all. Suddenly I head footsteps in the room. Drawers opening. The bed flipping. The fluttering of clothes and the movement of drop ceiling panels. They opened the closet. They started throwing everything out of the shelves. What were they looking for? They were getting close....too close. Then, someone pulled the suitcase out of the closet. I felt myself sliding across the carpet. I heard fingers tear the zipper 270 degrees. And with one swift lift, I had been found....and my life had changed forever.... No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ch. 01 In minutes her body became accustomed to its very still invader and she relaxed knowing she would not cum without permission. Now I would totally control her. I would make her fail today. Making a fist again I pulled back and thrust in a steady rhythm in her now more roomy cunt. She was struggling but could handle this but little more. When I pulled back the next time I sucked at her protruding clit. She gasped loudly, tightened her body, waiting. I did not do that again until she relaxed again. The next time I sucked her she tightened again but I stopped my gentle thrusting and only held her nub in my mouth until she relaxed. Then I sucked. I continued stopping, adding another variation and stopping. Until I felt what I was seeking. My fist was thrusting evenly into Heathers welcoming cunt, pulling back into her g-spot, I would suck and nurse at her clit and then push back again. She relaxed more and more. Enjoying the abuse and knowing she had it under her control. Knowing she could keep from cuming until she gained permission. My challenge. Longer, firmer strokes now. More pressure to her spot and an unstopping nursing of her now throbbing clit. Her breath was ragged. "Do not cum without permission, Heather." Her body fought for control. Surely she could win this time. A hundred times she had lost similar games to me when she was younger. Her breath was gurgling in the back of her throat now. Her hips were churning to meet my sucking lips and my licking tongue. Her cunt's lips disappeared into her body when I pushed and came out again when I pulled. She had her timing all worked out. She knew exactly when she was going to ask me. Her insides tightened, she thrust into my hand and her body rose slight off the floor, up on her stretched tired knees. "Please, Master, may I cum?............." On her last word I thrust my middle finger of my left hand deep into her ass. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead and came squirting and wetting the floor and me. I sucked harder and wilder, thrusting my hand into her and my finger into her. She went from one high into another. She screamed again, in tender torturous pain. Her hands were grabbing at the carpet but could not find anything to hold on to. She coughed, gagged on her own saliva, curled onto me, clasped her hands to her chest and continued to cum. Her body was in full spasm. Her cunt was chewing my wrist. It would not stop for her. She wanted it to stop but her body did not. Her hips thrust harder and harder. She had taken me to my mid forearm. She was stretched so tight that I thought she would split and still she thrust. She drooled down her breast and jerked wildly. Her breathing was just a series of gasps and she was loosing consciousness. I had to catch her. I pulled my finger out of her ass, lifted my face from her cunt and began to slip my hand slowly out of her. She thrust violently, screamed "No" and collapsed into my arms just as my hand slipped out of her followed by a cup of her most wonderful juices. I held her and thought of how wonderful it would have been to have drunk from her instead of wasting the nectar into the carpet. I was loosing my hard edge. I laid her down gently, straightened her red, rug burned legs and rolled her onto her side before I covered her with an Afghan throw from the leather couch. She would need a drink and some coffee when she awoke. I needed to wash my hands and arm, as well as, change my clothes. I was working at my desk about an hour later when Heather moaned and tried to sit up. She drank the full snifter of brandy when I tilted it to her lips. It burned down her throat and heated her belly. She accepted the hot black coffee still sitting nude, rocking her cunt into my carpet. "Marking your spot, Heather?" "No, Master. I am sore down there and the carpet tickles." "Still insatiable?" "No, Master, I am satisfied." "Oh, but you owe me. You asked but came before I chose to give you permission." "Please, Master, I will come to you and you can do anything you want to me. Just not right now." "I was going to take you to the basement, put you in the stock and fuck you and flog you. But another time maybe. When you are not being satisfied at home." "No one has ever satisfied me and made me complete like you do, Master." "You say the nicest things, Heather. Now, get dressed and call you crew to clean my carpet, before I get angry and whip your cunt and fuck your ass." "You say nice things too, Master." Heather, groaned and struggled to get up and retrieve the little bag that she remembered to bring. She had everything to clean herself and a fresh clean maid's uniform. Good girl, I though. Once a good sub always a good sub. The need never goes away. "Heather?" "Yes, Master." "If you come to me again. Surrender and decide to submit before you see me. Show me by wearing the collar you once earned. Otherwise, I will know you are defying me. I have no time for such foolishness. You are not a giddy novice." "I understand, Master." That thought led me to wondering how Rita was doing as Sharon's new toy. Mistress Sharon could be brutal. There were stories about men having to have a crushed ball removed and breasts with gangrene because clamps were left on too long. I was sure Sharon had branded her by now. A few women wore a mark showing their loyalty to me but I never branded one. They chose to do it to themselves in the height of orgasm. I appreciated the thought, but I've always preferred a totally unmarked body. No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ch. 02 I never knew where Mistress Sharon got her money or her influence in our city. She flaunted her activities, even the shady and outright illegal ones. Yet, she did not seem to get harassed. Because I was set and semi-retired she had no influence over me, but she sure had a lot of the population cowering at her feet. Tiny Rita had stolen the hearts and cares of some of Rita's entourage. About three weeks after Rita went so willingly with Mistress Sharon's clamoring hoard, I got two anonymous emails in one day. Both urged me to intervene before Sharon killed her. The brief messages made me believe that Rita had given up, as soon as, she realized that Mistress Sharon did not care about her and was into inflicting serious pain just like her former master. "Sharon, this is Carl. I wanted to call you and find out how little Rita was doing under your tutelage." "You must be fond of the little bitch to call me about a sub." "She was in such sad shape when I found her, I was just curious, if she stayed healthy for you." "It will cost you, if you want her back." "You dodged my question. She must be in bad shape. Have her brought to me and I will get her back into shape." "Fuck off, Carl." "Sharon, she is not the right kind of material for your brand of kink. She's not a fantasy sub, she is the real thing and fragile. Let her go and move on to all the others who want to follow you. She is nothing to you." "But she is to you. Why should I?" "You are still trying to push me, aren't you little girl? Hurt her bad, kill her, overdose her and I'll blow the lid off your operation. Are you sure you want to risk everything for one bad sub by challenging an old retired dom, who does not want to be a threat to you? For three years, I spanked your skinny ass and fucked your lose cunt when you begged to be dominated and did not have a pot to pee in." The phone was quiet. She was fuming and thinking. "Come on Alice Thornton from Topeka. Let's leave your fantasy world intact." "You are still good, you old asshole. I still had rather submit to you than dominate a hundred sniveling pussies like your Rita. Yea, you can have her worthless, crying body back. Why didn't you call for me? I would leave a smile on your face." "I'm too old to smile. Thanks Sharon. Sometime this afternoon, Ok?" She hung up on me. Rita was a mess. She was dumped at my feet and did not even know where she was or who she was delivered to for thirty minutes. I sat with her quietly as she cried, shook and only saw inside her tortured mind. She was dressed in a single garment. It looked like a faded hospital gown that was sewed up the back – a big, baggy, ugly mu-mu on a frail body. In the long quite, Rita finally looked up and recognized me sitting with my back to her about six feet away. She crawled frantically and grabbed my right leg and held tight, also wrapping her legs around my foot. I waited; she held on and trembled, a good ten minutes. "Rita, I have not finished my coffee. Get back behind me. Strip and kneel. Stay totally quiet until I am ready to talk to you." I watched her in the big gold framed mirror just to the right of me. Her body was half covered with bite marks, she had Sharon's brand on her right breast and her left ass cheek, her lips were bruised and swollen and she had lost weight in just three weeks. Her knees were badly bruised. She had welts on her back, stomach and abdomen. Her hair was a mess, her finger nails were chewed very close and her toenails had chipped polish. Her feet were filthy and her body was dirty. She had trouble kneeling and staying upright; she had obviously been kept in a low cage and her back was objecting to being straight. "Rita, your body is dirty and you smell. Go to the guest room, bathe, comb your hair, put on your robe and return to me within the hour. I have questions that you must answer very truthfully." When she returned she looked better but could barely stand. I sat her at a child's table in the kitchen. I had prepared a small dinner with milk and bread. She ate two thirds of the meal like a starving dog, then realized what she was doing and that I was watching her. She showed some decorum after that. "Rita, I can tell you are very tired. Can you listen and answer my questions tonight?" "I think so, Master." "You have turned your back on me. I am not your Master." She started to cry. "Were you used as a cum slut in all your holes for anyone that Mistress Sharon sent to you?" She labored with her answer. "Yes." "Were you whipped and mated with a dog?" Tears were rolling freely now. "Yes." "How long were you with them?" "I do not know." "What is your name?" "Stupid slut." "No, what is your given name?" "Rita." "Your full name?" "Rita." She had been broken. She did not want to please; she did not want to be pleased; she did not know if she wanted to live. "Go to bed, Rita. I will lock you in like before. I will watch over you. You will be safe in a big soft warm bed. Sleep with no dreams. Tomorrow, I will wake you, feed you and we will start over again getting you healthy." She moved like a zombie. There was no joy, no life, no smile. Just mindless obedience to avoid pain. The next morning I had the clinic send over a phlebotomist who also collected a urine sample, gave Rita an EKG and had her do a breathing test. Often harsh treatment like she had received can result in pneumonia, irregular heart rhythms and worse. I handed Rita a copy of her old schedule. I had marked through the date and written "Second Try, Round #2" over it. I thought I saw a slight smile. "Rita, later today, I'll tell you where to find your clothing, make-up, etc. For now, go to the pool, swim in the nude, bathe and come to me so I can look at the damage to your body." She was ashamed of the two brands. Both were red and slightly infected. I handed her a tube of Neosporin, "Take care of the marks that remind me, you freely and willingly left me for Sharon." After two weeks of being locked in her room every night, eating and exercising on a rigid schedule and reporting to me for inspection each morning, I called her into my office. "You do not have HIV or Hepatitis C but again you have some things to clear up. Tomorrow, you will meet with a plastic surgeon who will take off both your brands. I do not want to see you until the wounds have healed. I have arranged for you to stay at a rehab clinic. You are free to leave but if you do, I never want to see you again." I turned my back on her and walked away. Two days before Rita was to come back to me, she was still at the clinic. I sent a make-up artist and a photographer with some outfits over to meet with her, along with an invitation for dinner. Rita had recovered well. She was radiant and her body was very alluring in the long skin tight black gown and with her tiny bare manicured feet. "Tonight, Little One, I want you to talk freely to me, address me as Carl, make eye contact and be equal in every way." Conversation was shallow and aimless at best. She perked up some when I showed her the glamour photos of her from just two days ago. The 500 pound gorilla was at the table but ignored. When dessert was served, Rita breached the subject, "Carl, I want to thank you for all you have done for me since you went out of your way and pulled me back from Mistress Sharon." I nodded and added, "Call her Sharon. She deserves no respect from you." "Yes, she's just Sharon. Going with her was a foolish mistake and I want to apologize to you for disrespecting what you had done for me." She had rehearsed this speech. When I still did respond she stammered and did not know what else to say. "Tell me what to do." "Rita, I have nothing to tell you." Her mind was spinning out of control while she pushed her crapes around her plate. Tears rolled down her lovely cheeks making her mascara run. Her self esteem was kicking in and she struggled to find who she was. Finally, about the time the ice cream mixed with the banana slices and melted around the almond slivers a light dawned behind her pretty eyes. She got up came to the arm of my chair, removed her clothing, knelt, bowed her head and said, "Please Carl, test me, do what you want to me, see if I am worthy to stay with you and decide if I am good enough to work to please you and feel your strength." "Do you give yourself totally to me? Trust me with your pain, your life, your desires?" "Yes, I want to serve you and please you." "For five days I will test you in any way I want. You will have to endure pain in the dungeon for me. You will not cum unless I give you permission. You will obey without question. You must prove that your mind, spirit and body are now mine." "Yes, yes, I am yours." I stood and removed my slacks. "I am going to finish my coffee. Sit under the table and gently caress and kiss my feet, until I am finished." For ten minutes Rita played at being a sub. Without permission she rubbed her nipples on me. Also without permission she trailed one of her small hands up my thigh stopping short of my half hard cock. "Carl, please, may I touch him and suck him?" "Why, Rita?" "I want to. I want to feel him in my mouth." "NO!" She could feel the blood pulse toward my groin and see my cock beginning to swell. For a moment she was confused. Then the right answer came to her. "Every cell in my body needs to please you. If I can just please you, it will be enough for me." "You may touch me, Rita." She transformed into my loving sub; her hands were silk, tender and moving only for my pleasure. In slow motion, her hands rubbed into the slippery precum on the tip of my cock and she kissed lightly up and down my shaft. Her feathery touch got me hard quickly; my helmet was tight, red and shinny. She licked at it. Her eyes peeked from under the table and watched mine, looking for guidance while she tasted my pre-cum and moaned. She rubbed her breasts into my knees and her hips rocked against the floor. Her moans said she was content to bask in the strength of a dominate male. I could feel her mind re-discovering her truly submissive nature. Had she asked me if she could touch herself, I would have said, "No." So I responded first. "For me, Rita, take your right hand and slip two fingers into your wet, hot cunt. Suck me and fuck your fingers in time with your lips. Do not cum, unless I tell you. Obey me, suffer for me, please me, surrender your body to the pleasure only I can provide." I remembered how she had rejected me. That made it easy to stay in control even with her hot, hungry mouth trying to suck the cum from my balls. Her hand worked two fingers expertly inside and pressed her magic spot while her thumb rubbed circles over her clit. Two then three whimpers and a weak voice asked, "Can I cum, Master?" I did not correct her. She almost understood. My title was not to be casually used. I would only accept that from her when she totally submitted to me. In character, she could not think, judge or offer suggestions. Whatever I said, right, wrong, stupid or intelligent, she had to know that it was her nature to be subordinate. She could not be whole unless she had my strength, protection, order and direction. "Please, Master." "No, my beautiful sub, you must wait." She slowed her hands and mouth, torturing her own body. Involuntary complaints growled in her belly and her heart pounded so loudly we both could hear. Her fingers squished the liquids about inside of her pussy and she needed to share them with me. First one, and then her other hand went to bathe in her wetness and then come up to circle me and slip tightly down my shaft. Her lips sucked at her own juices and mine while her hands went down for refills, only to return to torture me and reward her own taste buds. She knew not to ask again, but she did, "Please, please, Master." "Not yet. Use your throat like your cunt to please my shaft." Rita moaned, groaned, gagged, sweated and sucked. It wasn't long for me but at least an eternity for her. Each time she took just the head of my cock into her throat, I held her shoulders; she could not breathe until I pushed her away. Sometimes I would hold her a few seconds too long and her body would convulse for air but she did not pull away. My control of her breath drove her into her next level of submission. The pain in her stretched throat and her desire to be part of me began to spiral her deep into sub-space. She wanted to give me everything. Surely some of her movement was theatrics. Her body arched driving my cock all the way into her throat. Her teary eyes, told me it hurt. My cock lurched. I was ready. "Cum for me now, Rita." Her eyes closed, she pushed me in farther and my first rope medicated her sore stretched throat. Her shoulder lurched forward driving her fingers almost deep enough for her sheath to swallow her hand. She screamed but the sound was lost in her gurgling throat. Her pussy was not finished and launched from one high into another and then another. My cock was still throbbing deep in her throat when she collapsed, still impaled. I lifted her slowly watching inch by inch slip out of her lips and streams of her thick saliva flow down over my balls. I clasped her head to my wilting cock and kissed at the top of her head while stroking her neck and face. Finally she spoke, "Thank you Master. It was so good I would have died, if you had not lifted me." "You are welcomed my lovely Rita. I will take care of you. You waited for permission and came beautifully. That pleased me." I could not wait any longer. I slipped my own hand down to her dripping slit and gathered her hot tasty wetness. She sighed with me as I licked her juices. How could a Dom have an oral fetish? She nuzzled at the last drops of cum on my cock, making her face glisten. "I know who I am now, Master. Will you give me a collar?" "My little sub, you are very impatient. I may give you a soft pink training collar, we will see. Tomorrow I will put clamps on your nipples, thrash you for being so impertinent and fuck you in every hole until I am satisfied." "Thank you, Master." Rita had a slight knowing smile on her face as I locked her in for the evening. For only a moment she had felt complete and happy, when she allowed her true submissive nature to rule. All her life she had been with pretenders or people who called her a freak. Quickly those memories pushed her good feelings away. Her tortured, confused mind was still seeking control that it did not want.