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Converting Cassandra Ch. 2

By: DutchMark



I brought the bottle of spirits toward her nose slowly, not wanting her to be awakened too abruptly. Not that I was worried about her wrinkling her nose in disgust; lord knew she did that often enough. It was because I was trying to avoid her realizing that I was manipulating her sense of time, and why.

Although she came awake a little more languidly, her reactions to her bindings were much quicker, and more violent. She jerked with both hands, which instantly clenched into fists. That caused her pectorals to flex, making her breasts jump quite enticingly. Then she snarled like a caged tigress.

"God damn it! I was hoping this was some sort of bad dream." Then her voice broke into a near sob. "Why are you doing this to me? What is it you want of me?"

I had steeled myself to resist her plaintive protests. Still, it was hard. The uncertainty, the fear, must be terrible. On the other hand, that was exactly the psychological effect I had hoped to achieve, so the agony and the ecstasy of hearing that helpless, pleading tone of voice were nearly equal.

When she had calmed down again, I gave her more water. She was a little more used to the experience, and didn't fight it. For the next two hours I just sat and watched. Although she occasionally tested her bonds or shook her head trying to shake off the blindfold, for the most part she lay quietly. Once she cursed at me for several minutes, calling me a coward and a lot worse, then demanding that I let her go, or at least do something to her and get it over with. During that tirade her breasts heaved and shook excitingly again, and her muscles tensed in ways that moved her pelvis around very temptingly. Afterwards she slumped back, as though exhausted with the effort. Her mouth looked a little down to me, so perhaps she was already starting to feel a least a little despair.

I finally fed her again, just soup. Once I dribbled a little on her cheek, and wiped it off with a napkin. As I did, she started to thank me automatically before stopping herself. She finished the meal in silence.

Another hour went by, and she started squirming. After fighting it for about fifteen minutes, she gave in.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said harshly, hating having to admit such a thing. I just sat there. "Hey, asshole, I said I have to go to the bathroom. I know you're there. You going to make me soil your bed here?" She was perfectly aware that, if she did that, I would let her lay in it for a while.

It took ten minutes before she finally said the magic word, in a fairly polite tone of voice. "May I please go to the bathroom?"

This would be the first test of my control system. I had run a very heavy track from above the bed to the bathroom. From that track hung two half-inch metal cables, more than enough to bear her weight easily. I fastened the clamps at the end of those cables into the eyelets on her wrist restraints. Then I gently pulled on the single cable that went through a block and tackle hanging from the track. This raised her hands above her head to the extent of her ropes from the bed, which I released once her hands were far enough above her head to not be able to quickly snatch the blindfold away. I pulled her to a full sitting position before releasing her ankle restraints. Although she had not said a word through this process, as soon as I released her second foot she tried to kick me. I almost laughed. Having expected her to try something, I easily dodged the kick. I released the cable from its mooring, and continued raising her gently to her feet. She was naturally intelligent enough to get off the bed and stand before I actually had her hanging in the air. That would come later.

As it was, she couldn't quite put her feet flat on the floor. From behind her, I put both hands on the back of her waist and guided her toward the bathroom. I was very tempted to push her from those round, firm butt cheeks, but it wasn't time yet. I let the line play out as she walked the twenty feet, then turned her around when she was in front of the toilet. I let her down very slowly, not so much worried that she might miss the seat as she sat down, but to make sure I kept her hands taut enough so she could not reach that blindfold. That would be one of the most difficult problems whenever I was letting her exercise, which would not happen too often, or go to the toilet, which would.

"You're not going to watch, are you?" she asked, half in horror, half in disgust that a man would watch her do something so personal. When it was obvious I wasn't going anywhere, she said, "Well, shit! Go ahead, you pervert!" with as much vehemence as she could. Then she used the toilet. When she was done I raised her up again, wiped her off thoroughly as she gritted her teeth, and walked her back to the bed.

As I turned her to lay her back down, she got off a much stronger kick and actually grazed my leg. I calmly raised her to where her toes were just touching the bed, picked up a crop from an array of toys on a nearby table, and whacked her firmly across her butt.

"Ouch!" she screamed, far more loudly than the blow deserved. "You sadistic animal!"

I gave her a second whack, harder than the first. "Yeouch!" she screamed. This time her volume was more appropriate to the pain. "You bastard! You cowardly shit!" she yelled as she writhed in pain, obviously wanting to rub her stinging bottom. Well, I wanted to rub it, too! Instead I gave her another one, even harder.

She screamed again, but this time gritted her teeth and didn't call me any more names. I let her hang for a full minute, wondering if she would get another blow, before slowly lowering her down, reversing the process by which I had released her. She was crying bitterly, I'm sure more in rage and humiliation than the amount of pain I had given her. I have to admit, I was grinning broadly as I refastened her hands and looked at the tears running down her cheeks.

I let her lay there for another half hour, until I was sure the pain had faded. Then I gave her some more water, which she drank down eagerly. Then I slowly and carefully etherized her again, to avoid her knowing for sure what I was doing.

When I was certain she was soundly asleep, I stroked her cheek very gently, tracing the dried water on the soft, pale skin. I sat by her as she slept.

Converting Cassandra Ch. 3



It seemed she was getting used to this. Well, somewhat. Although she sniffed a little, as if sensing the spirits still in her nostrils, she didn't give much of a reaction. She just lay there quietly, maybe wondering if I was going to talk this time.

After half an hour, I leaned over her and licked her right nipple very faintly. She jerked as if I had zapped her with a cattle prod.

"So, you sick bastard. You're finally going to claim your prize, are you?"

I leaned farther and licked her left nipple. She fought hard not to react at all. So I nipped her right nipple very lightly with my teeth.

"Ouch!" she cried out, much more at the surprise than the pain. But she set her jaw, and I could tell she was determined not to feel a thing, and to make as little noise as possible. She didn't want to give me the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of her. I smiled, and resumed my very leisurely pace.

I spent twenty minutes just playing lightly with her breasts. I used my teeth as much as my tongue and lips, sometimes under the full swell of her breasts, sometimes all around, but never anything hard, and never with anything but my mouth. It was at least fifteen minutes before her nipples started getting hard at all and her breathing a tiny bit shortened. Throughout that time, she never said a word, only occasionally made tiny sounds of pain after a more serious nip. When her nipples were finally hard and almost fully distended, I stopped.

After several minutes it became clear I was not going to continue. "Is that it?" she sneered. "Is that all you've got?"

I was even more determined she was not going to get a reaction from me than she was in reverse. After all, she only had words as her weapons. I had full access to that voluptuous body.

Even though I had planned to wait a full hour, it was only about forty minutes later that I started in again. "Oh, has the big man finally recovered all his strength and he's ready for another intense sex session?" she asked with false concern. The sarcasm was perfect.

Everything was just a little more than before. The licks were long and round, the bites a trifle harder, and I used some suction as well. I covered every millimeter of both breasts over and over, and the nipples started to get hard after only ten minutes this time. After a full half hour, her breasts were obviously excited and her breathing was becoming erratic. I looked down at her plump pussy lips and was sure I saw a trace of moisture. Satisfied, I stopped.

After a half hour of silence, I gave her more water. She drank a lot, almost gulping it down. Then I put her back to sleep. #

I woke her up less than an hour later. This time dinner was a bowl of beef stew, as I felt she needed some protein. Desert was an apple, which I had cut and cored. Then I quietly walked out of the room.

When I heard her calling me I went back. I let her hear my footsteps.

"I need to go to the toilet, please," she said almost politely. I smiled. She was learning quickly.

We followed the same elaborate procedure as before. This time, when she was finished, I led her another five feet into an open shower. I raised the cable until she was stretched just a fraction, but could still put her feet flat on the tiles. I had separate clamps for her feet, which I brought together almost simultaneously onto her ankles before she knew what I was doing. Although she gasped in surprise, she didn't say anything as I pulled them apart, separating her legs enough for my purpose. Not knowing she was in a shower, her body tensed as she prepared herself for some terrible torture. So it was a double shock to her when the shower spray hit her body, cold for maybe ten seconds on her back before warming up. I silently took off my robe and stepped into the shower.

On my right hand I wore a large, soft shower glove. I applied the soap to it from my left hand, and started washing her back in long, slow strokes. Although I never touched her with anything but the glove, my strokes were always slow and deep, trying to be as sensuous as I could make them. I made nice, round circles as I washed that full, only slightly fleshy ass. I really loved her ass! Then down her legs, spending time in the hollows behind her knees.

I touched her forehead to warn her I was about to wash her face, so she could close her eyes underneath the blindfold. I spent a lot of time washing her arms and armpits, teasing those breasts with faint contact around the edges many times before I finally molded them under my glove. Although I think she made a couple of tiny sounds as I lavished them with attention, the nipples did not get hard. Then a couple of minutes to her stomach, still pretty firm although starting to get a bit rounded, and finally down to her pubic area.

That must have taken five minutes! Pressing hard against her mound, then lightly over the thighs, softly over the entire area, only two or three times barely penetrating between those lips, then back around the whole area. Just as her breathing started laboring a tiny bit, I could feel the water getting cold. And that was an 80-gallon tank! Well, enough fun for now, I thought, quickly finishing off her knees and turning the water off. Hanging in the same position, I dried her off thoroughly with a huge, fluffy towel. I quickly dried myself off and put my robe back on. Then we made the long trip back to her bed.

Although she looked comfortable enough laying there, I was pretty warm. And it wasn't just because I had turned the heat up to give her a shower! Another thirty minutes meant it was time for more water. She drank nearly the entire bottle. A bit trickled onto her chest, and I used my hand to wipe it off. She actually trembled and shrank away from my touch. Oh, well, what the hell did I expect?

"Why are you doing all this?" she asked suddenly. "This elaborate procedure. Why not just rape me, or ransom me back to my husband, or let me go?"

I just watched her body, still slightly pink from the shower. I leaned over her belly and gently inhaled her smell, partly the slight scent from the soap, partly the faint womanly odor from her nearby pussy. After a short while of letting my eyes have their fill, without another word from her, I put her back to sleep. I removed the wet blindfold and replaced it with a new one. I wasn't worried about the material getting ruined; I had bought a couple of dozen. They were about twenty dollars, but well worth every penny. I hoped!



Converting Cassandra Ch. 4



She was sleeping very deeply, and her face was finally totally relaxed. That's what I had noticed most throughout her first day and a half: even in sleep, her mouth was noticeably taut, her body twitched (although very enticingly!), and she occasionally jerked against her bindings. The little sleep I had allowed, the odd times I gave her food or water or took her to the bathroom, and especially the brief times I had toyed very lightly with that beautiful body, had all combined to put her nerves on edge, confuse her sense of time and events, and I hoped had served to make her a little bit dependent on me. Most of all, she must be totally frantic about my motives, as I hadn't raped, tortured, or even spoken to her. All in all, her mind and body must be exhausted. But the last thing I wanted was for her to rest and regain her strength.

It was time to wake her up again.

I had very carefully studied the use of trichloromethane, or chloroform, and aromatic ammonia spirits, better known as smelling salts. The best thing about them was they were pretty easy to obtain or even make. The bad thing was they were not exactly what the doctor recommended these days. Although after the first time I had been using them as little as possible, and from a distance, they could still cause certain harmful side effects with constant usage. So it was time to get creative.

I'd heard about the so-called 'date rape' drugs, which made you drowsy. Rohypnol is a sedative about ten times more powerful than valium. It was quick acting, and greatly reduced a person's inhibitions, but lasted a very long time. What was worse, it also causes nausea, hot and cold flashes, dizziness and disorientation, and sometimes caused LSD-like hallucinations. Combined with alcohol, it could lead to death. GHB, better known as Ecstasy, is often slipped into salty or other strong drinks that can mask the taste. It happens to be made from a combination of engine degreaser and lye. With the smaller bodies that women have, it can knock you out very quickly and can even lead to death. I shuddered when I read about those drugs. How could anyone with a conscience, or even half a brain, use such things? And how could women put themselves at risk at parties to take drinks from strange men? I quickly ruled out anything like that.

To put her to sleep, I investigated the over-the-counter products. Several of them were very safe if only used occasionally, and in small doses. The most popular sleeping pills included zolpidem, flurazepam, temazepam and triazolam. I would be rotating these, along with occasional whiffs of chloroform, and cutting the dosage quite a bit. After all, I only wanted her to doze for an hour or two, not get a full night's sleep.

To wake her up, I decided to go back to the old fashioned methods -- pain and sexual stimulation. Happily for me, those fit exactly into what I wanted to accomplish anyhow. Putting the latter method to the test, I barely brushed her lips with mine, perhaps hoping that subconsciously she would feel it, and know I was only doing this out of love. Then I put the tip of a vibrator on her cunt hairs and started lightly stroking them, up and down, then circularly. When I saw the first tiny twitch of the corner of her mouth, I increased the pressure somewhat and broadened my strokes.

It must have induced an erotic dream. As I gently caressed her pussy, her shoulders started rolling, undulating, which caused those large breasts to sway from side to side in time with her shoulders. Then she started lifting her pelvis slightly upwards towards the vibrator, so I stroked it gently in and out, though not too deeply, in time with her own body.

"Oh, yes," she murmured softly. Then: "Oh, yes, darling…"

That was my cue. Careful to maintain the steady movement, I leaned over and took the very tip of her nipple between my teeth. As I pressed the vibrator against her clitoris, I gave the nipple a gentle nip. Her body shuddered oh so slightly, and her hips actually started thrusting upwards more noticeably. While my hand applied slightly more pressure, the tip of my tongue began tracing circles around the aureoles of both breasts, with occasional nips of the underside flesh as well as the nipples. Suddenly her body stiffened, consciously becoming aware of what was happening. Instead of retreating, I redoubled my attack on her wet mound. My mouth started slowly trailing down her body, still licking and biting as I approached her stomach.

"What…what are you doing?" she protested sleepily. "No…don't…please," she begged. I ignored her words, only paying attention to her body.

Now fully awake, her body went rigid. "Don't do that!" she hissed.

Less than a minute later, having totally ignored her, her body sagged back down. "No, pleeeeease don't!" she begged. But her body betrayed her. Her hips began moving inexorably upwards again, and her vulva was slowly becoming engorged. Her nipples distended nearly an inch, becoming almost crystalline with hardness. Her head arched back slightly, with that long, slender neck stretching as though in offering to my ravening teeth. 

Finally her breathing shortened, almost gasping as her lungs filled that chest erratically with air, fueled by the psychological and sexual torment she had undergone during the past four days. I felt certain she would soon succumb to my desires.

In spite of her incredible resistance, she was approaching a climax. I played the entire length of her body, plucking and stroking with my free hand, nipping and licking and sucking with my mouth and tongue, while never ceasing that irresistible torment with the vibrator. When I knew she was moments away, I withdrew the vibrator entirely, and toned down the rest of my attack as much as I could force myself to do. Although her excitement did not completely cease, her body noticeably deflated into the bed. After a moment, her head rose slightly, and she looked around as though looking futilely for the source of her stimulation.

"God damn, it, what the hell are you doing!" she demanded harshly, her voice suffused with desire. "Is this some kind of sick game you're playing?"

Her words and tone helped me find my own restraint. I toned down my ministrations to her body even further.

"All right, asshole, you've got me going! You're finally getting me hot, which you've been trying to do all along, so just finish the job, okay?"

It wasn't all that hard to calm myself down to the point where I was barely toying with her body. This was exactly the reaction I had expected out of her. Truthfully, I was surprised at the short time it had taken to get her to this point. Either the complete confusion to her senses had greatly accelerated the process, or a much more sensual core lay beneath that Ice Queen appearance than I had ever suspected.

Her pussy was still moist, and her body continued to twitch with desire. But that princess complex was evidently barely disturbed.

"Is this your whole game, just to torment me but never let me cum?" she demanded. When no answer was forthcoming, she insisted: "Or are you too much of a wimp to even make me cum because you haven't got a cock to fuck me with?"

The deliberately vulgar and provocative language did not have the effect she had intended. On the contrary, I completely stopped touching her. Several more minutes passed. Her face, the part that I could see, was taut with anger.

Finally she gave a brief "Ooof!" sound, which was a complex blend of anger, disgust, contempt, and pure sexual frustration. Her upper body shuddered with the combined emotion, which worked its way all the way down to her toes.

I let her stew in that mood for another half hour. Then I gave her a drink of water, which she gulped down. Naturally, it contained one of the quick acting sleeping pills I had crushed to powder. Within fifteen minutes, she was soundly asleep.



Converting Cassandra Ch. 5



Our agenda was dinner and the bathroom, then another shower. It had been less than six hours since her last one, but she couldn't know that. In addition to adding to her confusion, I really enjoyed it. This time, I intended to enjoy it more.

Before when I washed her I had let her down far enough to be flat-footed. This time I raised her a couple of inches so she could put weight on the balls of her feet, but not fully rest on her legs. This stretched her body enticingly, with her arms and stomach muscles taut, her calves nicely straining, and her breasts perked up as when she was young. As I started to wash her arms, she strained against the discomfort.

"Hey, how about letting me down so I can stand without getting muscles cramps?"

I just kept scrubbing, slowly and carefully, as though she had days of soil to remove.

"This is getting very painful! Let me down, will you?"

I moved around and started to scrub her back, long slow strokes that followed every bone and indentation. After several minutes, she tried another tack.

"Please would you let me down? This is very uncomfortable, and I'd really be grateful if you would."

I really didn't want to, but on the other hand I didn't want to ignore her polite request. So I went over to the control and lowered her an inch or so. That gave her some relief, but did not absolutely flatten her feet. I returned to her back. After several minutes, she was still uncomfortable and it was obvious I wasn't going to let her down completely.

"Hey, this is still really uncomfortable! Could you please let me down all the way?"

This time I ignored her. It was time she started getting used to this sort of discomfort. But I did scrub as sensuously as I could.

"Oh, I get it. You're the bigshot who's in charge here. Even when I ask nicely, I only get what you want to give me, right?"

I stopped scrubbing and stepped back to the control. I raised her back up, with an extra half inch for good measure. As she felt herself going back up she cried out:

"No, wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! Please let me back down again! Look, I'm asking nicely. Please, pretty please!"

By that time I had locked the control and her voice showed some of the strain her body felt. "God damn it, you slimy fuck! How dare you treat me like this! You just wait until I get out of --

Suddenly she stopped, as the various implications of her words occurred to her. She held her tongue, but I could see she was still seething. I stepped in front of her and gently raised her chin. She jerked it away from me. I clasped her entire chin in my hand forcefully, and I could imagine her glaring daggers at me through the blindfold. But she didn't try to pull away again. I leaned forward and very gently kissed her mouth. Without moving her head, she spat into my face. I let the water wash it away as I let go of her chin. Then I slapped her right breast, very hard. Combined with the water, the blow stung my hand, so I know it hurt her breast a lot.

"OUCH!" she screamed, shocked as well as injured. I gave her a few seconds, and then I slapped her left breast. "OOAWWW!" she cried out, even louder. A few more seconds, and then I slapped her right breast again, even harder. "AHHHH!" she moaned, and I could tell she was crying. Her head hung down. "Please!" she practically whispered. "Please don't do it again."

I watched her quietly sobbing for a moment. Then I took her chin gently in my hand once more and raised her head. She did not protest. I kissed her again, and she did not pull away. I looked at her for a few more seconds, then kissed her again, more deeply. This time she returned my kiss, tentatively, not wanting to, but not wanting to resist. I let it go at that.

I wanted to give her a reward, so I decided to wash her hair. I didn't rush it, but I had other things to do before the hot water ran out. I made sure I massaged her scalp a lot, making it as comforting and sensual as I could. She quit crying and relaxed, although she seemed more resigned now than before. Her body strained from the restraints, and I was sorely tempted to lower her back down all the way. I forced myself to concentrate on her hair.

Then I washed the rest of her body. This time, I did not use the glove. As I lathered her breasts, gently circling the still red marks, I kissed and licked them lavishly. But it wasn't until I started nibbling on the nipples that I got any reaction, a slight hardening and distension. Now, that was interesting.

Moving down her stomach with my hands and mouth, I could feel her body starting to respond. I brushed lightly over her full pubic bush, which had obviously never known a razor, and she shuddered slightly. Moving around behind, I lathered her luscious butt cheeks with both hands, long round strokes, kneading the flesh deeply, and kissing where the soap ran off. Then I slapped her right cheek, playfully, and she jerked as a tiny "Uh!" escaped her lips. It was not a movement or a sound of pain, but not exactly enjoyment either. So I let my hand trail into the crack of her ass, lathering it lavishly, the tip of one finger just circling her anal ring, and then farther down to lightly stroke the rear lips of her pussy. As her bottom started to rotate just slightly, another tiny sound escaped her. I slapped her left cheek, again playfully, and received the same reaction, only the sound was a bit more drawn out.

That's when I decided to get serious. Getting to my knees, I bent my head down to that newly cleaned rump. I took both cheeks in my hands and spread them apart. Then I started kissing and biting the area just around her anal crack while massaging her cheeks. As she started moving her butt again, I let my tongue trail down to her pussy, which even with water running across it tasted slightly sweet with her juices. Her gluts actually started vibrating in my hands, as though her mind was fighting a terrible battle to control her body's reactions.

So I licked really deeply into her cunt. Her vibrations increased. I squeezed her ass cheeks as tightly as I could, and licked firmly all the way back up to the top of her rectum. As I passed over her pucker, she shivered violently.

"No, please!" her sibilant tones so low I could barely hear them. "Don't. That…that's filthy."

The words protested, but the tones definitely did not. I decided to press my assault, augmented with a full frontal attack as well.

I reached around her with my right hand and started rubbing her thick bush. She gave a long, low moan. I bent even farther under her to be able to lick nearly the entire cleft, driving my tongue as far up her pussy as I could. She started bucking very slightly against my hard, insistent tongue. My right hand had now slipped downwards to her distended clit. As I rubbed it, tweaked it with my fingernail, and otherwise played with the immediate area, she could not decide whether to push forward into my finger or backwards onto my tongue. Naturally, what resulted was a very normal sexual rocking motion. As she felt herself capitulating she moaned, "Oh, please, please stop!"

But her body did not stop, and neither did I.

A minute passed, and then two. She moaned again, this time a sound full of lust and longing. Her hips started to sway deliberately back and forth now. My tongue found new motivation in its attentions, diving as deeply as possible into her full pussy, laving its way up to her anal ring, then moving all over her wonderfully rounded rump as it kissed and bit and licked her smoldering skin. I suddenly plunged my rolled tongue into her anal hole.

"Oh god! Oh GOD!" she cried, half protest, half plea. Her entire body was writhing now, undulating like a snake from her bound wrists to her straining toes, the spray from the shower making her smooth skin glisten.

Nearly a week of intense preparation had done its work. As her hips started vibrating again, I knew she was about to cum. Immediately I withdrew every touch from her body.

She quivered for a few more seconds, and then flailed her head wildly as though searching for that fount of pleasure. "What…what?" she almost wailed. Then she screamed, "NO, don't stop! PLEASE don't stop! I need to cum! Please, oh, please let me cum!"

Instantly I was attacking her enflamed orifices once more. I gave it everything I had, my fingers plunging, stroking, flicking, my mouth kissing, biting, licking, thrusting my tongue deeply into cunt and her ass. As I felt her orgasm well up once again, my left hand smacked her shaking ass once, twice, very hard. On the third smack, she came like a volcano, erupting in my hands, pouring her hot lava down onto my face.

The violence lasted nearly a minute. Then her head hung down, and her shudders decreased in waves. I stood and hugged her from the front, caressing her as soothingly and non-sexually as I could from her back down to her flanks. As much as her bonds permitted, she let her head relax against my shoulder. I knew it was more exhaustion than affection, but I still felt very loving and protective.

When she finally sagged onto me, I reached back and turned the shower off. Unwilling to lose contact entirely, I rested one hand on her shoulder as I reached for the huge, fluffy towel. I took my time drying her as clinically as I could. Finally, I took her back to the bed and put her back into her bindings.

As she lay inertly on her back, I stroked her forehead, just a faint brushing of my fingertips over those brows, just starting to accumulate a few wrinkles. Then, right before she fell asleep, a miracle happened.

"Thank you," she whispered.



Converting Cassandra Ch. 6



"How many more weeks do you intend to keep me?"

Her voice was totally flat. I don't know what I had expected after our last little episode. Maybe some degree of warmth, of desire. Maybe anger, hatred, despising of me, her, or both. I was surprised -- yes, disappointed -- that there was nothing.

In a way, her words were positive. It showed her time sense had been totally distorted so she did not realize it had only been one week. She had also woken up on her own after less than four hour's sleep, so she was getting used to her new body cycle. Still, I did find the tone a little depressing. I just wanted to convert her, not break her spirit.

I had intended to start on some more serious breast torture with her. But it was obvious I needed to be tender with her, to let her know I really cared. Not just for her body, which was at my total mercy, but for her heart, her mind. And, yes, her spirit.

She must be made to understand that I wanted to win her submission, not rape her soul as well as her body. That was going to be very hard, because I couldn't tell her. I had to show her. And it seemed the place to start was tenderness.

I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. She did not move, positively or negatively. For a moment I looked up and down her naked body, admiring the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the pale, firm stomach, the full bush hiding her womanhood, the long, tapered legs, and the long, narrow feet. After feasting my eyes I kissed the corners of her mouth, faintly, then her left cheek, and trailed the tip of my tongue down to the hollow of her throat. I made love to her throat for several minutes, kissing up one side and trailing my tongue back down to that vulnerable depression, then repeating on the other side. At last I returned to her mouth.

After a few moments, she tentatively returned my kiss. Her mouth was closed, but she was willingly responding. I did not press. Instead I kissed around her mouth, the upper and lower lip, the cleft between mouth and chin, then fully on the mouth once more. Again a hesitation, and she opened her mouth perhaps an inch. I took that as an invitation, and softly inserted my tongue. The tips of our tongues touched lightly, almost shyly, moving in cautious exploration.

When it seemed she was willingly returning my kisses, I placed my middle finger very lightly above her clitoris and started rubbing. She shook her head vaguely, making a sound that was a cross between a no and a moan. But she did not withdraw her tongue.

Naturally, I did not withdraw my finger. I pressed her clit even harder.

She thrust her head back in anguish, which only served to press her mouth more firmly against mine. She moaned loudly, which I encouraged by thrusting two fingers deep into her cervix. She moaned again, this time as much a sigh, and sank back down into the bed.

Somewhat awkwardly, I reached under me with my left hand to stroke her breasts. My right hand continued its intrusion into her most private part. That tender and sensitive area was now engorged with blood. Lovingly, yet firmly, I attacked her on all fronts. Ten minutes went by, then twenty. I could only imagine the conflict between resistance and desire that raged within her mind. I experienced an equal number of doubts as to how this would end.

Again, she succumbed. Other than normal bodily functions, I had limited her world to sexual stimulation. She had not even been able to work off any energy with exercise. Her body had become a toy for me to play with -- possibly more in her mind than in mine. So I played with her, and she responded beautifully.

There was no longer any sign of resistance. I experimented with mild pain, pinching her nipples and her clitoris, scratching along her labia and beneath the swell of her breasts. She reacted with moans, lifting herself to meet those abuses to her body. Her kiss became aggressive, dueling against my tongue with hers, raking my tongue lightly with her teeth, sucking me into her mouth.

Extremely pleased with her, I thrust my fingers deeply into her pussy, curving them upwards to find her G spot. I must have eventually found it, because suddenly she went wild, bucking against my hand. Her orgasm was like the incoming tide, the first few waves rolling through her body in towering surges, gradually diminishing in intensity until she was finally calm and quiet. I kept my hands and mouth pressed against her until her body went limp beneath me.

Finally, grudgingly, I removed my hand from her soaking vulva. Then my left hand trailed across both of her breasts. With small, light kisses to her lips, I took my mouth away last. Perhaps I was wrong, but she seemed to follow my lips with hers.

Cassandra did not say a word as she lay exhausted on the bed, still glistening with her own perspiration. She had only been awake for an hour, but most of it had been spent reacting mentally and physically to my relentless sexual assault. She may have dozed of a few times over the next fifteen minutes, but of course she could not know if she had slept for eight hours. When she finally became fully awake, her attitude was much different.

"How long will you keep me with you?"

It was very hard to read her mood. The words were almost exactly the same as before, but the tone was completely different. Was it wishful? Or perhaps wistful! Did she long to leave, or was she perhaps actually beginning to want to stay?

I went and got a basin of warm water and a washcloth. I soaked the cloth, then rinsed it out well before wiping her body. I started at the face, which was cool with the dried sweat, especially under the blindfold. I wiped very carefully around the edges, barely lifting it to wipe the moisture without exposing anything. Then I dried it with a towel.

She did not say another word as I repeated the process with her neck, upper torso, mid section, and finally her hips. I went and refilled the basin with warm water and got clean linen before finishing the job.

She must have known what was coming as she listened to me wringing the cloth out. As I laid the warm, wet cloth on her pubic area, a tremor passed throughout her entire luscious figure. She was still coated with her own dried, sticky fluids. There was no reason for me to rush the process. I rinsed the cloth several times as I wiped her pubic area, the insides of her thighs, and reached down to the cleft of her ass to wipe away the residue of her orgasmic fluids. She actually lifted her hips to assist me perform the last ablution. Then came the final, perhaps unnecessary cleansing.

I rinsed the cloth thoroughly once more. I wrung it as dry as I could. Then I pressed it against her mons veneris and gently rubbed it within that captivating cleft.

The process took two minutes, probably twice what was needed. During that time she sighed, twitched and made several mewing sounds. But she never protested. I deliberately prolonged it, wondering if she would. When I finally, reluctantly finished, I needed to find some way to wipe a huge smile from my face.

Naturally, I did it with a kiss. Just a sweet, tender kiss, to which she responded in kind. I pulled away and looked at her entire body, her breasts rising and falling so achingly. Then I decided to press the issue, literally and figuratively. I pressed my mouth against hers forcefully, insisting on thrusting my tongue into her sweet mouth. She actually raised her head to accept my intrusion, returning my kiss with a fervor.

That was the moment when I knew it would all work out just perfectly.



Converting Cassandra Ch. 7



I let her sleep until she awoke on her own. That was my reward to her – and to me as well. Naturally, I had gotten very little sustained sleep throughout this retraining process. I had placed a cot beside her bed, trusting that any noises she made would wake me up as well. Because she had been so physically and emotionally exhausted, she wound up sleeping for nearly nine hours. I therefore had a bit of time to go and shower and shave, eat a microwaved meal and drink some coffee, and still have thirty minutes to just sit there and enjoy looking at her before she woke up.

In spite of her advancing years, in spite of the familiarity with her helplessly naked body, Cassandra’s beauty still amazed me. It was more than just the sculptured face, the large, perfect breasts, the long, lean body, the exquisitely toned, tapering legs. It was the incredible strength of mind and soul that I had desired – no, needed – to have her agree to bend to my will. It was the completely womanly quality she emanated, like a queen exuding royalty, that I wanted her to submit to my maleness. It was the pride, the indomitable spirit that shone from her like light from the full moon, that I wanted her to offer, on bended knee, to my loving domination.

After she awoke, I kept totally still as she quested about for me with her senses of sound, smell, and womanly intuition. Finally she said: “Are you there?”

For another ten minutes, she kept trying to sense me, as well as asking if I were there. She was not in the least demanding, just wondering. I waited a full fifteen minutes until she gave it up. I finally rose and went to the left side of her bed to sit down beside her. Only then did she actually relax back into the bed, without saying another word.

I reached over to her right breast and took the nipple firmly between my forefinger and thumb. I started squeezing, not gently. She did not try to pull away. I squeezed harder.

“Ow! Ow!” she breathed, little mewling sounds of pain that were certainly not happy, but also not exactly a protest. I leaned over and started playing with her left ear with my mouth, tiny bites, soft kisses, licks in and around with my tongue. All the while I continued to squeeze her nipple, increasing the pressure very gradually until I knew she must be in quite a bit of pain. Her sounds of distress increased somewhat, but she did not try to avoid either my pinching or my playing with her ear.

I sat up, ceasing both activities. After several minutes, when she seemed calm again, I leaned over so that my left armpit was above her head, which allowed me to reach around to her left nipple with my hand. Again I started with a firm but not intense squeeze. This time I brought my mouth down upon her throat, which I licked, bit and kissed all around as I gradually increased the pressure on her nipple. I was squeezing harder than I had her right nipple, but was lavishing much more attention on her entire throat area, as well as back up to her ear, and she seemed to be responding as I wished. Although she made sounds of pain and discomfort because of my torture of her breast, she was obviously also enjoying my attentions to her neck and ear.

At last I had increased the pressure on her nipple to the point where she said something. “Oh, please! Oh, God! Oh, please!” I could not tell if she wanted me to increase the pain or stop entirely.

Needless to say, I had no intention of stopping. As she had finally reacted, I simply reached down with my right hand to her naked pussy, placing my top two fingers firmly above her mound. Perhaps involuntarily, she jerked herself up to meet those invading fingers. I bent the fingers squeezing her nipple so that the fingernails bit into her tender flesh, and squeezed even harder. Simultaneously, I started rubbing the top of her mound with my right hand.

“OH! OH!” she gasped, and I redoubled my assault upon her throat and ear with my mouth. Her head was now arching back, rocking from side to side, and her hips started gently bucking upwards to meet the hand that was rubbing her pussy quite vigorously now.

Suddenly, I grabbed her entire left breast with my hand, squeezing it quite hard, digging my fingernails into her soft, pliant flesh. As she screamed, I brought my mouth fully against hers, forcing my tongue inwards. Without hesitation she thrust her mouth upwards to meet mine, dueling shamelessly tongue to tongue.

Instantly, I inserted my middle finger into her sopping cunt to find her clit. As soon as I touched it she began writhing shamelessly, forcing my finger deeper into her sweet opening with strong thrusts of her hips, moving up and down as much as she could to accentuate the rubbing of my finger over her engorged clit.

“Mmumph! Aww mmm!” The sounds of pleasure sounded deep in her throat, unable to escape from her captured mouth. Her body was now undulating recklessly, humping my right hand, her head trying to keep as still as possible to maintain our fierce lip lock. I knew she was getting very close to an orgasm.

Without warning, I pulled away completely from her body. It took several seconds for her to realize what had happened.

“Oh, shit! Oh, Christ no!” she protested, her entire body seeming to search for all of the sources of pleasure I had just been giving her. Then she groaned pitifully.

“Oh, you are a beast! You torment me! How can you be so cruel?”

I said nothing, of course. I did not move.

Her head snapped back against the pillow in frustration. Her mouth opened, gasping for breath as well as in the effort to regain some control over her body. Then, for a moment, her breathing stopped entirely, her body grew taut, and abruptly her entire body sagged limply into the bed. Instantly, I worried that some terrible heart failure or seizure had afflicted my beautiful Cassandra.

“Please,” she said softly, sweetly, pleadingly. “I beg of you. Yes, I am begging! Please continue. Please let me cum. I am begging you!”

My heart leapt with joy!

I leaned over her perspiring body once again. Instantly squeezing her left breast mercilessly, I dropped my mouth down onto her right breast and bit the protruding nipple hard. Simultaneously, my right hand dove back into that hot, wet cavern of endless mysteries and ecstasies, the middle finger unerringly plunging against that still distended clitoris like Cupid’s arrow finding the heart of its target.

Cassandra’s entire being seemed to lift from the bed as though having received a powerful electrical jolt. It pressed itself firmly against the hand mauling her left breast and the mouth savaging her right breast. Most especially, her body pressed itself upwards against the hand that covered the essence of her feminine center, that invaded her most private opening like a conquering warrior, and gave her overwhelming waves of heretofore unknown sexual bliss.

What had been lost in the brief interruption of our contact seemed to have been more than compensated for in her surrender. She had desired. She had pleaded. She had reacted immediately and intensely to my resumption of sexually stimulating her now more than willing body. She had submitted!

I gave her everything I could. Pleasure. Pain. Caresses. Kisses. Prodding and stroking. Teasing and squeezing. I assaulted her body as she rocked with endless sensations. At last, I jammed my thumb deeply into her pussy and my middle finger into her ass.

And she came! She flooded the bed with her sweet nectars. She filled the air with her amazed cries of relief and release. She filled my heart that I had been able to give her this, which I knew she had never before experienced in her life.

It went on for minutes. Wave after wave of shudders, of squirting fluids, of incoherent sounds that spoke of wonder and rapture. All the while, I kept my face and hands in constant contact with her body, as gently and soothingly as I had been rough and forceful before. I stayed with her as she came down, letting her feel my love as she had felt my desire. I did not want to let her go – in any way.

Finally she lay quiescent on the bed, totally spent. Reluctantly, I withdrew, although the tips of my fingers still rested against her nearest hip. I have no idea how long we remained like that, the tip of my finger just brushing softly, slowly, soothingly across one inch of her velvet skin.

Then it happened again.

"Thank you," she whispered. “Thank you so much.”

I knew she had fallen asleep. Naturally, I could not.