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My Descent

By: friskycharlene



Steve and I were high school sweethearts. My brother, Tom was Steve's best friend ever since they were in grade school. I never had those teen aged dreams of who I might marry, or when. It had been assured when I was a freshman, that's when Steve and I knew we would always be together. In college we even roomed together, practicing for the day when we would finally tie the knot. Then we graduated, Steve went to medical school and I went off to save the world. 

I was able to get a job with a United Nations supported non-governmental organization (NGO) helping refugees in the Balkans. At the time we began the aid mission the war was in far off Bosnia, and we were working in a small southern area called Kosovo. Of course in 1993 the Kosovars were beating the drums of separatism because the Balkans was splintering into the roughly historic ethnic divisions that had been suppressed for over fifty years. We tried to be neutral, but our contempt for the Serbian army and our compassion for the people we were supposed to helping forced us to take sides almost from the first.

The Serbs were brutal. Their methods were medieval, and their hatred for the Muslim Kosovars was legendary. In the dark ages of Europe warring factions used rape as a psychological weapon. Soldiers would raze the towns of their enemy, and rape the women, preferably in front of the men of the village. This accomplished two very important strategic measures: One, the women were so debased that they became a living memory of the ultimate subjugation, especially if they became pregnant as a result. Second, the men felt humiliated and emasculated, and a man without his manhood felt inferior, whether it was true or not. His inability to protect the women robbed him of his pride and dignity, without these he would be unlikely to be anything but a nuisance, nothing more.

In 1996 the Serbs reconstituted the aged-old practice of rape and torture when they moved into Kosovo with the intention of exterminating them as an ethnic threat. I was only six months from completing my assignment there when the Serb army moved into the village we ran our mission out of. The men of the village were often beaten, or just carried off into the dark of night, never to be seen or heard from again. The women were raped and beaten, over and over again. Some were so abused that they often just lay in the street, where they were dumped, and died. 

At first the Serbs left us alone, but soon they became irritated with our compassionate treatment of the women and children of the village, and started making threats. A woman who worked with us, Vivienne, a nurse from France, was not deterred and taunted the Serb soldiers when she ran to aid the few women left alive. She was able to help a small old lady to the mission steps before a gruff looking Serb they call Vladic caught up with her and drug her by the hair, kicking and screaming back into the street. The rest of us were terrified of the brutality, and just watched as he ripped her clothes from her short, portly body and began to rape her while several of his men held her down. As he finished, the other soldiers had their way with her. One after another, they violated her in her vagina and her anus and some spat on her as they left her to die in the street.

As the soldiers left we ran to retrieve her from the street to no avail, she had died sometime during their brutal rape of her. No doubt the last few men had been raping her lifeless corpse. 

We buried her in the small courtyard in the back of the mission, too scared to go to the cemetery. We stayed there in the mission for several weeks, sometimes the soldiers would ignore us, most times they threw rocks at the windows as they passed, shouting obscenities. As we were without contact with the outer world no one knew we were in dire straights. Soon it would become apparent that the women of the village had all been run off or had succumbed to the same fate as our beloved Vivienne. 

The soldier's protracted use of rape as a weapon had turned their minds into primeval organs of carnal destruction. They began stalking the mission, not to subdue an enemy, but to annihilate that which had become the object of their psycho-sexual obsessive desires; women. And we were the only women left in the village.

There were three of us left now that Vivienne was gone, Jude, Carmelita, and me. We were not aware of the change in the soldier's intentions until it was too late. As we lay sleeping they burst in upon us and drug us from our beds in the dark of night, cast into a small closet in what had been the village elder's home, now the headquarters for the man we only knew as Vladic. 

They took Jude first and for hours Carmelita and I huddled together in a corner and listened to her screams as the soldiers abused her, their brawling amongst each other for turns with her became the only respite for her tortured existence. Then Vladic came in and was furious at them for having abused one of the U.N. women. A lone voice spoke up and explained to Vladic that the other U.N. women were in the hall closet. Vladic exploded in a rage and the sounds of a great scuffle ensued, punctuated by a single shot of a gun that left our ears ringing as loud as our hearts were beating from the terror of what was to become of us.

Several terrible moments passed and then the door to the closet opened, we were told to stand and exit into the hall. Carmelita led, I followed. The glare of a single light blinded me as I tried to see who had been the victor in the altercation, as if it made a difference. Vladic spoke to a small, troll of a soldier and he took the arm of Carmelita roughly dragging her down the hall out of sight. Vladic turned to face me directly, and smiled a devious, sinister smile, one that made my stomach turn; I wretched on the floor in front of him.

I was taken to the dinning room and two soldiers began ripping my clothes from me. Standing naked, I quivered from their dark stares, and tried to cover myself; trying desperately to maintain some semblance of dignity. The soldiers took coarse twine and secured my hands and legs tightly as they bent me face down over the table lengthwise, my feet still on the floor, tying the other end of the twine to the legs of the table. They left me there, bent over, and spread on the table, the tiny bits of food and dirt on the table biting into my breasts and face.

I fell asleep and didn't know when they returned, but the sun was now up, and the soldiers were readying for the day's activities. No one acknowledged me, or for that matter, did I actually see anyone, they just seemed to pass by behind, and around me. I fell asleep again and awoke when I heard a loud thump. I tried to move my head, but my hair had fallen in my eyes. Finally I was able to flip my hair out of my face, and looked around the room. There in the corner of the dinning room was Carmelita, eyes wide open, staring straight at me; dead. I screamed, but there was no one to hear my shriek of horror. I couldn't stand her staring eyes so I turned my face away and cried.

The sounds of unruly men returned as the sun dimmed in the early evening hours. I had been ignored for some reason, but I could not fathom why. I soon found out. Vladic came in and took a seat in a chair at the end of the table in front of me. He had a flask of foul smelling ale-like drink that he gulped in huge mouthfuls, obviously not a person of culture – at least not polite culture. He stared at me with one eye squinted and chewed on a piece of undercooked red meat between gulps from the flagon. He bit off a chunk of the meat and spat it into my face, saying "Hungry?" in heavily accented English. I looked away, and resisted the pangs of hunger which pleaded with me to slurp up the foul flesh and eat it. 

Then Vladic left the room. A soldier came in and removed Carmelita's body, stiff now, and difficult to move. The noise of drunken partying emanated from an adjacent room. Soon Vladic returned, staggering to peer into my face from the side of the table. He reached with one thick, meaty hand to my head and brushed the hair from my face, fear and revulsion welled up in me. I cringed from his touch and he noticed my reaction.

"Fucking American bitch! You are too good for Serbian man?" He slurred.

I was too terrified to respond, but I was sure I didn't want this man angry with me.

"I will teach you how to make love, Serbian way." He growled as he moved behind me.

I could hear him fumbling behind me, and then his rough hand grabbed the cheek of my buttocks, his thumb rubbed the puckered flower of my anus, stinging my tender unprotected skin. His other hand made its way along my inner thigh to my vagina. The revulsion I sensed was overpowering, I started to wretch but there was nothing to vomit, so the dry heaving continued for several minutes. His hands were pawing over my exposed body scratching as they made their way across my bare skin.

Then I felt the thumb of one hand penetrate my vaginal lips. No one had ever been inside me but Steve. I closed my eyes and cried, thinking of Steve and the life we may never have. Vladic's hot breath stunk as he bent over my back and growled into my ear a guttural primitive laugh. Then I felt it; his penis was poised at the opening to my most precious sex, my vaginal muscles clenched in protest. He rammed his cruel weapon into me violently, he retreated slightly and rammed forward again and again. My mind reeled, I felt faint, the pain was so exquisitely intense there was nothing in my experience that could approximate the absolute anguish that pierced my soul like a red hot metal rod to my core. I wavered just barely conscious, and then I passed out.

He would return from time to time and on each occasion his unmerciful penetrations became more painful than the last, something I would have thought impossible in the beginning. He kept me this way for what seemed like forever; but in reality was just two months. Kept alive by drinking a gruel made of goat's milk and barley, Vladic knew how to kill and he also knew how to torture. Mine was the fate most cruel; insidiously kept alive only to extract the most depraved satisfaction from my misery.

I was sleeping when they came. There was a resounding explosion, a flash and then shots. But these were different from the shots that I had heard previously, these were muffled, close by, but almost a 'whiffing' sound. I could hear grunts of men as they labored from exertion, running and falling, someone was crashing into the house. Then silence. The next sound came from behind me. I tensed as I prepared for the brutal onslaught that had now become routine. Then a male voice shouted out "medic" and the shuffling of feet again as someone moved in front of me. The twine that had long since so numbed my legs and arms was cut and gentle hands picked me up and laid me on the table, face up.

The medic talked in kind, gentle tones as he put an IV into my arm, gave me a sedative and began first aid on my brutalized body. He spoke with an English accent, maybe Scottish, but he was an angel to me; my guardian angel. They patched me up, but their leader said they had to move quickly, as they were behind schedule already. I was wrapped in blankets, placed on a make shift litter and taken with them. 

I wavered in and out of consciousness as these silent professionals glided over the steep ground with the practiced ease of mountain goats. Soon I could hear a helicopter's distinct whop-whop sound in the distance. The men stopped and waited as the huge machine growled, and roared overhead, then sat down nearby. I was flown to an American military hospital, a field hospital in a tent, as it were. The army doctors there explained that my 'angels' were really British SAS, some kind of secret military unit. All I know, is they will forever be in my prayers.

I spent six weeks in various stages of rehabilitation and recovery in a hospital in Germany. My vaginal walls had been destroyed by the brutal assaults I had endured. The doctors had to remove my uterus because of the damage to the cervix, along with other tissue damage. They were able to repair me into some semblance of a woman after several surgeries, although the emotional damage was even more debilitating. I resisted calling home; I didn't want to expose Steve to this debacle. The pain and suffering couldn't be shared, I couldn't share it.

At night I would remember Vladic's face as he gnawed on his bloody red meat, as he rammed me from behind, as he languished over me, the stale smell of ale on his hot breath. The visions recurred less and less as time went on and the nurses deadened me with sedatives. 

Soon it would be time for me to return home, but first the U.N. wanted to debrief me. They were as sensitive as werewolves as they asked their questions: "Did you provoke your attackers? Had you been intimately involved with him previously?" and on and on.

Until I screamed that "I've had it!" And stormed out of their offices.

Finally home, I tried to appear as if nothing was wrong. Everyone knew something had happened, just not 'what' had happened. I didn't tell them, not yet anyhow.

Steve and I were married and moved into a flat overlooking a scenic view of the city. We appeared to all as the perfect couple, just like we used to be; only...It became apparent to me that I couldn't have an orgasm when Steve was having vaginal intercourse with me. This had never been the case before, and so I believed it to be because of the surgery and all the damage done to me. I talked to my gynecologist. 

"Not so," she said, "The damage was severe to the interior structure, but not the clitoral area. Did you have clitoral orgasms before?" She asked.

"Yes! But..."

"Then I see no reason for you to be worried, just try to make the sex good for you, work on your pleasure and you will find it." She said.

And so I tried. I purchased several large dildos and vibrators and began experimenting with what felt good and what might seem to work. I tried some of my ideas out on Steve, who thought I was becoming kinky now that I was a married woman, to no avail. I then enlisted a girl friend, Sandy, to assist me. She had a history of being bisexual so when I asked her to help she was all for it. 

That evening Sandy approached me and stared down from her stance, not unlike a queen summoning her subjects. She was so close that I could feel her warm breath on my face, heating my skin like a heat lamp. 

"I've always thought you were attractive, Charlene." Sandy whispered, reaching her hand to the back of my head to remove the clip that held my hair back. 

Sandy's presence was intoxicating. I felt a drop of moisture drip onto the fabric of my panties. Never had I felt so ripe for someone's touch. "I...I've always been attracted to you, too." I replied dreamily. 

'Is this really happening?' I couldn't help wondering. I felt my heart thump rapidly behind my rib cage, like a prisoner pounding for release from the confined cell. I was feeling like a timid schoolgirl, but really did want to explore this situation thoroughly. I begged myself to make a move, to let the bewitching woman know I was hot and ready. I was hard-pressed to summon up the courage to seduce my friend. Luckily, the need for improvisation wasn't required on my part.

Sandy reached for me slowly. Her well-manicured fingernails glided on the skin of my shoulder through the delicate silk. Goosebumps quickly formed in the trail of her touch. I licked her lips and closed my eyes, relishing the sweet softness that only a woman's fingers could offer. I concentrated on the gentle glide of Sandy's left hand as it trailed up to my neck and slowly down my chest. When I felt her eager fingers caress the delicate lace of my bra at the top of my breasts, I was unable to restrain my desire. I had to touch Sandy. 

Gazing through slightly-parted eyelids, I placed both hands on Sandy's shoulders, wanting to explore the safer areas of her body. Sure, I had touched her before. Sandy had been my girlfriend for years, but this was different. 

She massaged the firm flesh of my shoulders with her thumbs, acquainting herself with a woman's body in a sexual manner. Why had I never noticed how soft-yet so strong-a woman's skin is? How could I have looked at attractive women everyday of my life and not seen them as I was now seeing Sandy? The thought that I and my about-to-be lover were experiencing identical explorations made my knees weak. 'She is seeing me the same way I am seeing her.' I mused, 'so unlike sex with a guy.'

Sandy moved her hands southward, palming the full weight of my breasts. My quick intake of breath at the possessive action made me so hot I thought my clitoris would burst with the sudden rush of blood. 

She prodded and squeezed my fleshy globes, as if touching breasts for the first time in her life. She mirrored my actions and our eyes locked.

Without breaking the electric current which flowed between our eager eyes, Sandy began to unbutton my blouse. When I was left leaning against the table, clad only in my white lacy bra, Sandy leaned back to study me. My flesh felt cold and lonely where Sandy's knowing hands were caressing me moments before, and I longed for more contact. I reached out and grabbed Sandy's satin lapels and pulled her onto me. 

Sandy gasped at the action, but followed with a wicked smile. She arched her neck to kiss the soft swells of my breasts, grazing her tongue along the delicate fabric which encased them. With Sandy's concentration solely on my chest, I was able to reach down and run my fingers along the firm softness of her neck.

We simply caressed each other for a long while, taking the time to acquaint ourselves with the other's touch. Sandy paused from her exploration of my chest long enough to reach back and unclasp my bra, letting the heavy weight of my breasts fall free. My skin tingled where my lover's fingers glided across my skin, and when I felt the wet heat of Sandy's mouth on my nipple, I moaned softly. I felt the pink nodule peak into a rigid spike as Sandy's tongue flicked the sensitive flesh back and forth. Sandy tangled the fingers of her left hand further into my hair as her right focused on the removal of her tight blazer. When she finally unfastened the top button, it was to me as if she could not remove the rest fast enough. I wanted to see the bronzed beauty of this sexy woman's body.

When Sandy's top finally slid off her form and onto the floor, I opened my eyes to drink in the sight of my friend's black satin bra. She was as dark and sleek as I was fair and soft. I reached down to Sandy's left breast and pulled the nipple out through the top of the bra. Her skin was flawless. I longed to suckle the ripe peak, but Sandy's body language was making it clear that I was not the one orchestrating the lovemaking. When I felt Sandy's head aim towards my own chest, I moved away, teasing my lover mercilessly.

"Don't move." Sandy commanded sternly, but with tenderness in her voice. "I want to please you first."

I surrendered to Sandy, as if finally receiving permission to just lay back and enjoy the ride. I felt the cheeks of my ass clench tightly as Sandy's hot breath brushed my knees and thighs. Without awareness of my own moves, I gently guided Sandy's head slowly between my legs. I felt my pussy lather up as Sandy's breath came closer and closer to my core, maddeningly slow. 

Sandy's commanding hands clasped the hem of my silk skirt and began to inch it slowly northward. I arched my back and raised my hips slightly off the edge of the table to facilitate the undressing. I smiled at Sandy's sudden intake of breath when she saw the white lacy garter belt holding up my tan hose. I made sure I wore the sexiest undergarments I could find. It made me feel beautiful and sensuous. I was especially pleased that my lover was appreciating the delicate lace as well.


My Descent into Slavery



It all began fall of my senior year of high school. Cross-country practice had ended and I was on my way to my car to go home when Jackie stopped me and asked for my help. 

Jackie was beautiful; she had long brown hair complemented with deep brown eyes. She was 5' 4" with an athletic body and a little bit larger than average breasts and butt. She was 18 like myself, yet she was way out of my league. I was all around fairly average, I played a few sports so my body was fairly athletic and I had short brown hair, but I lacked that special something that sets you apart from everyone else. Jackie, on the other hand, had that special something. 

So, needless to say, I was ready to help her with anything she needed. She plays field hockey and it was her turn to take in all the equipment. Jackie and I did know each other as we had English and history together and talked with one another from time to time. It seemed to be just my luck that I had happened to stay late on the day that Jackie needed help.

I went with her to go unlock the equipment shed that was behind the bleachers and then we began taking all of the equipment into the shed. By the time we finished there was pretty much nobody left at school and we sat by the bleachers and continued the conversation we'd been having while trekking to and fro the equipment shed. 

After a while Jackie put her feet on my lap and commented that they were really sore from practice. Almost immediately I got hard from having these size 4 1/2 feet in my lap even if they were in shoes. She looked at me with really big pleading eyes and asked me if I could rub her feet for her.

It would have been impossible for me to say no to her even if I had wanted to, so I just replied, "Of course I can!" And with that I took off her sneakers and began massaging her feet. Immediately as I took off her shoes I could smell the salty sweat on her feet from the hours of running around on the field, but I didn't mind, so I didn't mention it; Jackie must've smelled her feet from where she was sitting yet she didn't say anything. 

The conversation continued to flow between us for another hour or so; all the while I was rubbing her feet. At some point Jackie looked at my hands and remarked, "That feels really good, but aren't your hand getting tired?" They were but I was in heaven with her so to keep her from leaving I said that after a while I forgot I was still rubbing her feet. From the look on her face I could tell that this made her happy, so I kept massaging her feet and we kept talking. 

Shortly after that Jackie asked, "Don't my feet stink? After all I wasn't even wearing socks and was sweating all practice" To which I replied "I can barely smell them, but don't worry because they smell terrific." She was astonished and lifted one foot pressing it to my face and asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded, and she grabbed my nose between her toes and shook my head playfully with her foot and said, "You're so nice."

I opened my mouth to reply to her and before I knew it her foot was in my mouth and I was instinctively licking each toe and everything in between. Jackie giggled with delight and pushed me onto my back using her foot. We spent at least an hour in that position with the only changes being where her feet were as I licked all of the sweat off of her toes and the soles of her feet and the heels.

Jackie stood up and I began to stand and follow her but she pushed down on my chest keeping me in place, she then said "It's getting pretty dark so I think we should go back to my place before we do anything else." This statement really excited me, I had no idea what else we were going to do but I definitely wanted to find out; I was so turned on that she could've told me to do anything for her and I would've done it. 

She lifted her foot off of my chest and I began to get up, but she told me to stay on all fours and crawl behind her. I obeyed her and hoped that no one would see me as we walked to her house, which was only a few hundred feet from the school.

I would find out later that her parents chose such a close location to the school because they would never be home to transport her to and from the school themselves, so she walks herself instead. 

My dad had left my mom when I was very young and my mom was never home because she worked two jobs to support us, so I didn't have to worry about not coming home at regular time besides what teenager would come home early on a Friday night like tonight.  

Once we arrived at Jackie's house she told me to go wait in the corner for her. After about an hour she returned and told me I could leave the corner. She had showered, changed clothes, and done a list of other things, which made her look glorious, especially from where I was, on all fours looking up at her beauty.

She was also holding an old leather dog collar and a leash, which she put around my neck, telling me that I was no better than a dog and as stupid as a puppy, so I would be her pet and she would be my master. She told me I would never learn how to talk like a human, but she would train me to be one of the best-behaved dogs. 

My training began with the basics, when I had to go to the bathroom I would hold it until she let me outside to go, I would eat dog food out of a bowl on the ground for breakfast and dinner, and I would do anything that she told me to no matter what. To enforce this idea she fed me dinner, which consisted purely of dog food.

Jackie told me to lie down on my back, and I did so immediately. She then removed her skirt and panties and sat on my face commanding me to open my mouth. She filled my mouth with her shit, which tasted disgusting, but I did as I was told and swallowed it for her. Somehow this turned me on even more, which just put me deeper under her control. I licked her ass for her as she had told me to do and then she shifted and pissed in my mouth. The pee was a welcome drink after having to eat her shit. 

I then began to lick and she told me not to stop, eventually the taste of her urine changed to a new flavor, one that smelled of arousal. I kept licking trying to get my tongue deeper in her pussy, and I didn't stop because had to just keep licking. After bringing Jackie to five orgasms I was allowed to stop.

We were both exhausted after this and Jackie said it was time to go to bed but first she must take outside so I don't have any accidents during the night. I eventually managed to go the bathroom outside even though it felt weird. 

Jackie tied my leash to her bed and told me I would sleep there on the floor tonight and that her parents would come home late at night and probably leave for work early in the morning, so she didn't want me making any noise. She also told me not to jack off that night or else I wouldn't get any surprises from her the next day, then Jackie went to sleep and I did too, happily curled up at the foot of her bed.

*****

All of the events depicted above are fictional and should not be acted out in real life. Please comment if you enjoyed the story; I have plans to write another yet am unsure of the response that it will yield.



My Descent to Lusty Madness



"Arise slave." My Master threw back the covers to reveal my naked sleeping form. I no longer blush in his presence as he observes my nakedness. All pretenses at modesty were lost long ago. 

I came to him after a lengthy Email dialogue where he owned my very existence. At first I balked and vacated his ownership, but he was a wise and patient Master and tolerated my lack of conviction in the beginning, knowing I could never deny the awakening that was taking place in me. His patience in the end he knew would no doubt be rewarded. 

I arise as he has commanded for to deny his ownership of me is to deny myself. I couldn't have conceived these thoughts would ever exist in my mind, or that I would stand trembling before this man, whom I despise and love in the same instant. 

I despise him for he knows who I am, better than I know myself, something he arrogantly reminds me of almost daily. He had said he would never insist I come serve him real time, and he never did, But each day he reminded me of the obsession that had consumed me since he took my hand and started to guide me down the lusty path of my true destiny. He had told me in the end I would beg to serve him real time and I had.

I love him because he has used his knowledge of me. In his experience in Mastering others and his understanding of my desires, he has taken me to the depths of depravity I crave and has shown me who I truly am. When I first arrived after wantonly begging him to allow I serve at his feet I blushed when he commanded I remove my clothing and don the 'uniform of my whoring', as he called it. 

He had instructed I dress comfortably on the flight from my home to his. He had advised me it would be the last time I would be comfortably dressed and not acting like the slut I was inside, until time for me to depart. He had suggested I dress as a grandmotherly matron, and relish the last time for a while where I would be looked upon as a lady in public. 

He picked me up at the airport, and I felt my sex moisten and throb the moment I was in his presence. I knew my desire was complete at that moment and I was powerless to refuse any debauched depraved act this man, my Master, might require of me. But then that was why I was here. 

In his pickup on the way to his small ranch, he commanded I lift my skirts and reveal my 'whore's cunt'. I did this without hesitation though the blush on my cheeks was hotter than Hades fires. Though my cheeks flamed with my embarrassment as I removed the last pair of panties I would wear for a time, I desired the lusty abandon he had so eloquently described in the voluminous number of emails we had exchanged. I wanted the endless parade of cocks and cunts I would be required to service and whore for. I cared nothing for self-pride or discretion in this place so far from where anyone would know of it in my other sedate, 'normal' world. I craved and obsessed for the command that would require I become the shameless slut I was at the pit of my being. The endless hours of my allowing my body to be used to satisfy the lust of others, for in their service I found my purpose, my destiny, my little girl slut inside had been allowed to live. I had never felt so fulfilled in all my many years. 

When Master required I dress as a slut, in a skirt so short I might well not have even worn one, and we went to a rough appearing bar, I felt the flame on my cheeks again, but that was the last time. We played pool that night, and every time I bent to shoot, the skirt would rise up in back and my ass and whore's cunt would be on display. Soon the table we were playing was surrounded by men and women, watching as I strutted around the table as the slut I had come to realize I truly was. 

Soon I wasn't even bothering to tug my skirt back down to cover my nakedness after a shot, and as it rode up, above my ample ass I confidently strolled around the playing area. Yet, I trembled with fear inside, though I knew Master carried a gun secretly tucked away under his jacket should things get out of hand. 

It wasn't until days later I discovered Master actually owned the bar that was the place of my 'coming out' and the men and women there had actually participated in scenes like this many times before. Several days later I would also realize many of these strange faces were actually ranch hands and servants of my Master. 

After I stopped pulling my skirt back in place, and began to relish the feelings I got as I strutted like a shameless whore around the pool table, Master made a gesture with his hands. 

After this as I passed by these assembled men and women my slutiness on display, enroute to the place on the table from which I would make my next shot, hands would reach out and fondle my body. The gentle caresses of my exposed ass and crotch and my breasts under my thin cotton shirt turned to roughness that added to the lusty feelings of abandon I felt. 

As if on queue when Master sunk the last ball on the table, a large man stepped up behind me and roughly turned me around to face him. His hand reached for the front of my shirt and in an instant, my torn and tattered blouse lay on the floor. An instant later the tiny skirt joined the tattered blouse. I stood before this behemoth of a man clad only in garter belt and stockings. 

His huge hands on my shoulders forced me to my knees, and his erect cock was freed from behind his denim fly. It was the largest cock I had ever seen. Its uncircumcised length easily 10 inches and yet only half erect. He didn't ask me to service him he merely grasped me under my jawbone and pried my mouth open with his fingers pressing roughly into the hinges of my jaw while he guided his huge cudgel into my mouth with the other hand. 

He tasted of sweat and piss as he ram jacked his stiffening erection in and out of my mouth and throat. At first this assault of my face and throat with this huge cock caused me to gag and I was actually repulsed by the shear animal savagery of this cruel oral rape. But as I relaxed and grew comfortable with this behemoth fuck tool sliding in and out of my throat, the gagging stopped and I began to return his efforts as I sucked this lengthening pole of manhood. 

Once he was hard, he stopped me, and lay back on the edge of the table. Lifting me up he sat me down on his fully erect woman abuser and it slipped into my tight little pussy without preamble or resistance, I was so wet from the activities to this point. I drew a deep gasp as his entire length went into me on the first thrust. 

Fully impaled on his cock, he elbow walked across the table with me riding the pole in my cunt, and lay back. 

Master walked to my side, and gently caressed my cheek. "Fuck him slut. Fuck him for all you are worth." Then turning to the crowd assembled tightly around us, spoke again. "She is yours to use as you please, but no physical harm is to come to her." 

Master retreated the few steps to the small table that held my drink and his beer and sat to watch over me, protectively.

The cock inside me began to thrust upward and the man that was its owner under me, growled, "Fuck me whore." Not able to resist, nor wanting to, I drew my knees across the table so my legs rested on either side of this beast of a man and began to raise and lower myself, drawing this huge cock in and out of my fevered cunt. Slow and steady at first, my tempo increased as I felt the juices in my 'whore's cunt' lubricate the massive pole that was impaling me and the walls of my passage adjusted to the massive presence and started to lustily nibble at it. 

As my lust grew my efforts increased in tempo. My lust began to rise and I had to feel the release my slutiness promised. Soon I was fucking this fencepost-sized impaler with the lusty abandon of the slut I truly was. 

I felt hands grip my ass as another took up position behind me. I felt his spit drop onto my brown star and his cock began to press into me. I wailed at the pain, but begged shamelessly for more. I turned my head to look at the perpetrator of this backdoor assault. A huge black man kneeled behind me, I wailed at him as I continued to fuck the cock that already used my whore's cunt. 

"Fuck my ass hard damn you!" I hissed as his cock slid unmercifully into my bowels, only lubricated by the spit he had spat on me.

I need not have said anything for this was his intent. As his cock meat bottomed out in my ass, he began to withdraw and then to slam it back into me. His thrusts countered the thrusts of the man below me. I had been effectively immobilized, so the owner of the cock in my whore's pit had begun to thrust again. As he withdrew, the other cock would enter my ass. As his cock went into my cunt, the cock in my ass would be withdrawing. They alternated their rhythm increasing in tempo as their crescendo approached. 

Another large man appeared in front of me and opened my mouth to feed his cock into my face and throat as the first man had prior to using my whore's cunt. I know was the total slut I had longed to be. A different cock was now using all three of my holes simultaneously. 

For the next hour as quickly as one would conclude another would take his place. After this time, I was laid back on the table and the steady parade of cocks continued. I lost count after a time, because a woman suddenly appeared at my head. She kneeled there before me and spoke.

"I am one of the fluffers. I suck the cocks to make them hard to use you, now I need my relief. This is your duty." I looked up at her and it was as if I had just been collared by a Mistress because I was helpless to deny her as she slid her skirts up and straddled my face. 

I had never, to this point, been with a woman before, but my tongue snaked out and traced the crack that formed between her bloated lips and tasted the nectar of her womanhood that flowed from her. Then began to tease and focus on the budding clit that was emerging from its hiding place. I sucked the bud and soon it was completely erect in my mouth like a small cock. The woman who owned this pit of nectar, was soon riding my face as a rodeo cowboy would a bucking bronco. 

As she wailed out her pleasure from her release, she left me. The cocks continued for hours. Every little bit one of the fluffers would ride my face, there were several of them it seemed to keep the parade of cocks stiff and using me like the whore I was gladly portraying.

The cocks had only stopped for what seemed a few minutes and I dozed on the cum-soaked table, when Master came and awakened me. "Arise slut we will depart." I rose and Master steered me toward the door. 

No attempts were made to cover my nakedness as we left the bar. Everyone else had long since gone. The only one present was the bartender and he didn't even acknowledge us as we moved out the door into the darkness with dawn streaking the horizon. 

Master took me home and loaded me into the shower in my room. A petite servant girl came and disrobed to join me in the shower and wash my body. Her small soft hands caressed the weariness away as she soaped my well-used body. Then she had me sit on the small stainless steel bench in the shower and first gave me an enema and then a douche. As she stood in front of me after cleaning the night's activities from my dark recesses, her neatly trimmed pussy was immediately in front of my face. I couldn't resist it any longer.

I leaned forward and drew my tongue through the pubes before me. She didn't even appear startled at this bold move on my part. She merely grasped the handrail on the sides of the shower bench with each hand and stood a leg on the bench on either side of me presenting herself to me completely. 

I rotated my head to look up at the pit of her desire. Her lips were already bloated with lusts blood and she started to speak softly, in almost a coo to me. 

"Drink from me slut. Sate your lust quickly so you may rest before Master requires you serve him again." 

I licked her and tongue fucked her until she moaned softly and gripped the sides of my face with her thighs, signaling I had serviced her properly. 

My hand had dropped to my sex while I had lapped at her femaleness but it had started to grow tender and I could only rub my erect little clit and didn't achieve orgasm. 

She descended from her position on the bench, and knelt to take my stiff clit into her mouth and suck it gently. As my lust grew from her efforts, I felt her use the tip of the douche to fuck me like a little cock. At first I gasped at the pain when it began to rapidly slide in and out of my cunt. But as my lust rose, the pain was forgotten, or perhaps became the source of the pleasure I was receiving. I closed my eyes and let the lust sweep my body in waves as I neared the pinnacle I sought. 

After a tumultuous climax I opened my eyes and the petite servant girl was reaching to turn the water off. As I looked around her I saw Master standing, at the door of the bathroom, looking around the edge of the frame. 

The servant girl bent to take my hand and as I stood, she lightly kissed my lips, and smiling said, "Your desire for slavery will soon be complete."

The servant girl dried my body with a huge soft Turkish towel and then led me to my bed, before dressing and leaving to pursue her duties elsewhere. 

I slept like the dead in the heavily draped darkness of the room, most of the day. I was awakened as the digital clock on my night table indicated 6:30, but I wasn't certain if that was am or pm. The servant who woke me, drew back the drapes and I realized it must be evening as the sun was lowering on the horizon and as best I could determine, my room was on the West side of the house. 

"Dress quickly, dinner will be called in a few moments and Master requires your presence." The servant had gestured to the garments draped at the foot of the bed when she had told me to dress, and then left the room. 

I stood a little shakily at first and touched the tender flesh between my legs. I was sore.

I dressed in the garments lying on the bed. They were simple, not much to them. Thigh high stockings that reached to just below the serape style toga that hung from my shoulders and was tied at the waist with a rope sash. I hastily applied my makeup and touched up my hair before slipping into the 6" stiletto heels and leaving for the dinning room. 

Arriving in the dinning room, I found a large table surrounded by men and women dressed the same as I was. The only difference was the men wore no stockings and their feet were in sandals instead of heels. The women were all dressed identical to me, except ones toga was royal blue while all the others were a soft shade of red. Mine was white for some reason. 

They each stood behind their chairs their hands at their sides. They each wore a studded collar that bore what I guessed must be their names. To this point I had always taken my meals in my room, in seclusion, and other than the servants and Master hadn't seen anyone else, beyond the occasional passing ranch hand as I had gazed out my second story window. The assembled young people were talking quietly between themselves. 

I was older by at least a couple of decades than each of those present. 

They all greeted me as I entered and knew my name. The softly spoken phrase of "welcome kajira laila" was repeated as they each acknowledged my arrival. A servant directed me to the chair at the foot of the table. I started to sit, but a look of disapproval from the woman in the blue toga seemed to indicate I shouldn't, so I remained standing.

The others resumed their quiet conversation. I couldn't make out what any of them were saying. Their tones were hushed as they only addressed the person who stood on either side of them. 

Then suddenly, the soft hum of their voices became quiet as Master entered the room and moved to where I stood. He leaned into me and pecked my cheek lightly and as if he hadn't seen me in years, rather than been witness to my decadent display of slutiness the night before, he spoke. "kajira laila, a pleasure to see you again and have you join us." 

He was dressed in what looked like a modified tuxedo. The basic difference was the pants were leather and a saddle like garment girded his loins. The others had lowered their gazes to the table when Master had entered and I followed suit as he left my side. 

He went to the chair at the head of the table. He sat and the others followed suit. I too sat, figuring if I followed the example of the others I wouldn't go wrong. 

Servants materialized as if out of thin air to place stemmed champagne glasses in front of each of us. Then as they had with the glasses, starting with Master, they filled each glass with champagne. 

I glanced at the bottle as the carefully coiffured servant girl poured my glass full. The label read Dom Perignon. I was duly impressed having heard of this Ferrari of Champagnes though I had never sampled it. 

After all had had their glasses filled, Master stood at the end of the table. He raised his glass and gestured my direction. "A toast to the newest prospective member of Gens Arcanum Orexis Adimpleo. Though she is only ne multus kajira, she has demonstrated she has the lust for service we require in this house. We welcome you, kajira laila." 

Everyone raised their glass and sipped from the wine, after repeating, "Welcome kajira laila" in unison. 

Then each going around the table from the woman in blue, stood "Welcome kajira laila, I am Prima kajira kristy, I welcome you sister."

Then the next in line, "Welcome kajira laila, I am kajira melanie, I welcome you sister. I pledge devotion to your lust to serve" Even the men, "Welcome kajira laila, I am kajira ken, welcome sister, I pledge devotion to your lust to serve and I pledge my life to your safety." 

When all had introduced themselves to me, the servants reappeared and dinner began. It was a sumptuous 6-course meal with a delicious roast tenderloin of pork as the centerpiece to the meal. 

After the dessert plates had been removed from the table, Master clapped his hands together three times. The petite servant girl who had bathed me that morning came into the room. She moved quickly to Master's side and knelt, eyes lowered. 

Master reached out and stroked her flaxen colored hair and told her to rise. 

"servant kajira lori transgressed the rules of the house today, and she has been punished."

Master had her turn so her back was to the table. He raised the hem of her skirt and as her thighs and ass came into view, the red welts that criss-crossed her became apparent.

"servant kajira lori requested permission to cum while she was being whipped and it was denied her. The faithful slave she is held her release and didn't cum. She has wiped the slate clean of her transgression, but has requested to speak and to atone for her transgression. You may do so now, kajira lori."

"Thank you Master. Kajira laila, I apologize for leading you to transgress the rules of the house by allowing you to use my body for your lusty favor and for using yours for my lusty favor. I have received my punishment and now must atone, but I beg your forgiveness my sister slave." 

Lori turned and quickly knelt again, grasping the edges of the saddle that girded Masters loins. Pulling the saddle away from him, the Velcro secured closure dropped to reveal Master's partially erect cock. lori grasp it in her hand and looked up at Master. "Allow me to atone sir, by servicing you with my mouth."

"Your request is granted slave. Service me." 

lori immediately engulfed Master's cock with her mouth and began to suck life into it. She was extremely exuberant in her administration of oral sex to Master. Then Master began to speak. 

"kajira laila. Your performance last night has earned you the title ne multus kajira, and the only thing that would remain for you to earn your full collar would be the required participation in Ritus Obsequium to become a fully-fledged kajira and a member of this house. You however don't desire to remain with us, so you will forever more remain ne multus kajira and only return to participate in our family on occasion. Having earned ne multus kajira status, you have earned certain privileges."




My Descent to Lusty Madness



"First and foremost, you may at anytime request Ritus Obsequium and after successfully passing through this rite, receive your collar and take your place in this house as full-fledged kajira. Your only restriction as ne multus would be you must refer to your brother and sister kajira as Master and Mistress, though they have no authority over you." Master continued.

"This is merely an expression of respect from a novice to a superior for having passed through the Rites necessary to earn a collar in the Gens Arcanum Orexis Adimpleo, similar to what you would extend to an elder or superior in the vanilla world."

"Normally, you would be allowed free movement about the house now, but you transgressed the rules of the Gens by pursuing your lust with kajira lori this morning. Slaves are not allowed to sate their lust except at the direction of the Master. She has been punished and is atoning for her transgression. You must be punished, as well. Punishment though isn't mandatory as it was with, kajira lori. As you were ignorant to the prohibition."

"However, in the vanilla world, ignorance of the law is no defense and that carries into this house. Until you request your punishment and atonement, you are restricted to your room and to contact only with me and the servants as has been your experience until this point. After this evening you will again take your meals in the seclusion of your room. You will not be allowed to pursue your lust in anyway, nor have contact with your brother and sister kajira until your punishment is delivered."

"kajira lori received 20 lashes from my cane because of her transgression, however since you are ne multus and not full-fledged kajira your punishment shall be half that amount. When you are ready to accept your just punishment, you may request it and your service experience will continue once the justice of your punishment has rebalanced the scales."

The words chilled me. Ten lashes with a cane. From the looks of the welts on lori's thighs and ass they wouldn't be easy lashes either. 

kajira lori's efforts at atonement were apparently paying off, as Masters hands went to the sides of her feverishly pumping face and once again the entire length of Master's large cock disappeared into her face and Master grunted. The pure sexuality of the activity had inflamed my pussy and I felt the juices begin to trickle from me. 

kajira lori stood and bowed to Master, her tongue snaked out and retrieved the trickle of Master's cum that had escaped her lips, and Master nodded at her. She turned and left the room. Master stood and left the room. As if on queue the other kajira brothers and sisters stood to leave the room. Each spoke to me "welcome kajira laila" as they passed my chair. When kajira melanie passed my chair, she spoke to me further.

"May I hug my slave sister?" I nodded and stood. 

kajira melanie drew me into her embrace and spoke softly in my ear as she held me. 

"The punishment is nothing when held in light of the pleasures that await in this house. Master is merciful in his punishment. Beg he punish you so your service experience might continue." 

She broke the embrace and looked deeply into my eyes, as tears streamed across her cheeks. She then hissed me fully on the lips, and withdrew from me. "I love you sister slave." She said as she turned to go. Her kiss had been a deep one and I felt my nipples stiffen as it had ensued. 

I blushed and lowered my gaze as she left to go. In looking down, I noted her nipples had stiffened and pressed against her thin cotton toga, just as mine had. 

I stood there for several more minutes and kajira lori returned to the room and walked to me. 

"sister slave, I am sorry I allowed you to participate in my transgression of the rules of the house this morning, please forgive me. You must now return quickly to your room or risk further punishment." 

With that she left the room and I turned to return to my room. I removed the toga and stockings and showered. Returning to the bed chamber after showering, I discovered the toga had been removed from where I had laid it at the foot of my bed. 

For the next two days, I sat in my room. All meals were brought to me there. None of my brothers or sisters or even Master came to me. 

The first night I lay in my bed in the dark room, and the fact I had slept all the day didn't allow sleep to come until the early morning hours. As I lay there the picture of the angry red welts across the ass and thighs of sister lori were more than I could fathom for myself. I found though I thought of the others in the house as sisters and brothers. 

By the second day my lust had returned in full operation and I longed to serve the Master's debauched plan for me. My scheduled departure was only a few days away now, and I had yet to experience being taken by the beast I so craved. 

I no longer saw the angry welts picture in my mind. Now the words of sister slave melanie resonated in my mind. 

"The punishment is nothing when held in light of the pleasures that await in this house. Master is merciful in his punishment. Beg he punish you so your service experience might continue." 

On the third day when the servant came to retrieve my breakfast tray, I spoke. 

"Would you kindly ask the Master to please come so I might beg for his forgiveness and receive my punishment?" The slave servant said nothing. But then that wasn't unusual. He left the room and returned a few moments later with the familiar white toga and said I must dress quickly. 

"The Master does not come to you, you must go to him. He awaits your presence in the dungeon. You must not keep him waiting."

Fortunately I had applied my makeup already and touched up my hair, after my morning shower. I quickly removed the robe I had worn, and donned the 'uniform of the house'. 

The servant slave never left the room, but I didn't blush as I appeared naked before his gaze in my dressing. He led me to room in the basement of the large house. The room was in semi-darkness, and looked like a medieval dungeon, with various apparatus of torture and chains hanging from the ceiling. Master sat in a chair smoking a cigarette as I approached. I knelt obediently at his feet and lowered my eyes in shame and reverence. 

"This lowly slave begs the Masters forgiveness and requests I receive the punishment for my transgressions."

Though I could only see him in my peripheral vision, Master stubbed out his cigarette and stood. He rose and towered over me as I knelt before his Mastery. My abject submission weighed heavy on my shoulders at that moment, yet the complete feeling of being loved I felt in complete helplessness as an owned slave was equally as overpowering. This is a feeling I would experience again and again, though I failed to realize it at this point. 

I heard the words I would hear with regularity from this point further. 

"Arise slave." I stood, but kept my gaze lowered. 

Masters hand came up underneath my chin and her raised my face to gaze into those deep solemn eyes. He placed his hands on either side of my face, and spoke. 

"I love you slave laila, just as I love each of my slaves. I punish you only to make you a better slave, out of love, as a parent would a child." He drew my face to his and his kiss engulfed me. 

His kiss was deeply passionate, his tongue invading and probing my mouth. After it broke, my knees were quite literally about to fail me, and my breath had been taken away. 

He took my hand and led me to a device he called the stock. He had me remove my toga, and I stood before his gaze clad only in stockings and heels. He had me remove my stilettos. I stood only in stockings. 

He turned me and pressed my belly against a saw horse looking contraption and had me bend forward. My neck came to rest in a semicircular hole cut into a large board, my wrists into smaller semicircular holes on either side of the neck hole. A second board, similar in appearance to the first was lowered in place on top of my neck and wrists. The hinge held it in place on one end and a hasp was clamped to secure it on the other. 

Master then went to a table in front of where my head and wrists were secured and retrieved two bungee type flat belts and moved to wear my feet rested on the floor. He moved first one ankle then the other to the legs of the sawhorse and secured them each with a belt. 

I was quite helpless and completely open and exposed in this position. Master knew what he was doing and apparently sensed the fear churning in the pit of my stomach. He began to speak.

"I am a merciful Master, but in this house just as in society, order and discipline must be maintained. Your safeword is Redlight. Use it should the pain become physically unbearable, and your punishment will stop. However, if you do not take the full measure of your punishment you will remain banished to your room for the balance of your stay here. I give you permission to beg for release should you discover you are a pain slut and find the pleasure in the pain."

While Master spoke, I found his words soothing and though the fear in the pit of my stomach abated some, it remained nonetheless. The vision of the welts on slave lori reappeared in my mind and I almost used the safeword before Master even began. He walked to the table in front of my gaze and retrieved a long stick. This must have been the cane. He stood before me and asked if I was prepared for my punishment. 

"Yes Master, but your lowly slave requests mercy from her Master."

He didn't reply to my request for mercy and I could only hope he would be merciful and that he would respect the safe word should I have need to use it. slave melanie had said he was a merciful Master so now we would see. 

As he disappeared from my sight moving to where my ass and thighs were exposed for his punishment, I heard the whoosh as he tested the air several times with the cane. I almost used the safe word again. It kept screaming in my head. "Redlight...Redlight...Redlight..." but I willed it to never reach my lips and I kept my silence. I wanted to again luxuriate in the lust at Master's direction, so I knew I must take my punishment, and resolved to take my punishment in silence. 

I heard the whoosh of the cane again, and at first thought Master was merely testing the air with it again, but then the bite if it came as it landed on my ass cheeks. 

Resolved to take my punishment in silence, I only grunted at the pain of its bite into my flesh. My eyes instantly filled with tears and I sobbed as the next two blows came in quick succession. I don't know what was worse the feel as the cane struck me and bit into my flesh or the sound as it cut through the air. I had discovered I was tensing as I heard the now familiar whoosh as it flew to my ass, and thought to see if relaxing might help. I willed myself to relax and blow four wasn't as intense. 

By blow five I felt a warmth beginning to radiate into my crotch and my vaginal lips reflexively bloated with the blood of my lust as if this were a sexual experience, my clit stiffened and my cunt began to make its lusty juices. I felt the tentative beginnings of an orgasmic release begin to take shape in the pit of my whoredom. I willed myself to continue to relax as blows six and seven assailed my thighs. I felt on the edge of a tremendous orgasm and guessed I must be a pain slut. I begged for release.

"Please Master may your whore slave cum?"

I heard the whoosh again, but this time the blow never landed. Master appeared in front of me again, and deposited the cane on the table as he picked up a smaller whip with many tassels attached to a short handle. I would later learn this was a flogger and only stung as it landed. Master lifted my chin to look at him and wiped the tears from my face and eyes with a kerchief before he started to speak. 

"My slave is a pain slut it appears. We will turn the mistake that you made into a learning experience so it isn't wasted. I grant you the permission to cum, seek the pleasure in the pain slave."

Master left my face and returned to his position near my ass. I heard the flogger as it slapped twice on his leg I guess, then it started to fall on me. Instead of my ass and thighs though, Master aimed the flogger with practiced skill on my exposed pussy.

As the tender bite of the flogger landed on my pussy the first time, I jumped, more from the surprise than the pain, because the flogger only stung rather than bit. The next blow landed and I had forced myself to relax again as I knew what to expect and the sting only brought the familiar warmth and the building intensity of my orgasm again. 

The next blow I moaned as the pleasure in the pain began to build the intensity of the impending orgasm. 

Then Master started to rain the blows rapidly on my exposed over-heated pussy. The expected ten blows had long sense been administered, so I could only assume Master was doing this for me now. Then his words confirmed my thoughts on the matter. 

"Find the pleasure in the pain, slut. Embrace the kiss of the whip and find the solace in its punishment, and feel the love in its administration."

I was moaning uncontrollable now as each rapid strike of the flogger on my pussy brought about its pleasurable sting. 

I had started to raise my ass in expectation of the next blow landing as Master had slowed again in the administration of the blows. I guess I was a pain slut for as Master had advised I was finding solace in the kiss of the flogger on my pussy and felt only love as Master administered its cleansing blows. I was writhing shameless in my lust and nearing completion in my orgasmic release when Master took me over the edge to completion.

"Cum now slut, treasure the reward of the pleasure in the pain." 

The orgasm ripped through the pit of my desire and I wailed at the wondrous gloriousness of this pain-induced sexual release. I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. 

"Oh my gawwwwwddddddd. Master, you slave whore has found her reward. Thank you for punishing me Master to make me a better slave in your service."

Master moved to the table and replaced the flogger there, then I felt him at my ass again as I lay in weary exhaustion from the intensity of the orgasm I had just experienced. I felt the warmth and the pressure as his huge cock entered my cunt and he began to use my whore's cunt for his personal satisfaction. As he fucked me, I began to babble. 

"Use your slave Master."

"Use me as the whore I am. Humiliate me and break me to abject submission if you need to Master to make me the best slave any Master could want."

I felt him withdraw his cock from me and then felt his hands on my chin. He lifted my head and commanded I open my mouth. I complied and the sticky wetness of my cunt on his cock assailed my taste buds as he pumped his huge cock into my face. 

I was immobile so I couldn't bob my head up and down on his cock as I might if I were blowing him. He was literally fucking my face as his cock slid in and out of my mouth and throat. I wasn't gagging as I had that night in the bar. I was reveling in being able to take his cock into my body completely, whether on this end or the other. 

I was being used as his fucktoy and loving every moment of it. He pumped my face for several minutes then withdrew until only the head of his huge cock remained in my eagerly sucking mouth. His spew followed and I hungrily swallowed every drop of the contents on his balls. I sucked for several minutes more relishing the ownership he had assumed in these crucial minutes of my training since requesting my punishment. When he withdrew his spent cock from my mouth, I had to speak.

"I love you Master, and I want to serve in abject submission, but you may need to reduce me to submission as I am a willful person. Please in your wisdom Master humiliate your humble slave to your will as you see fit."

Though I felt I was approaching the point of abject submission that would be necessary to serve my Master correctly, I also knew I was strong-willed and that my will might well need breaking to become the slave I now longed to be. I never felt so loved in the submission to my Master or in any other personal experience as I felt at that very moment. My doubts though persisted. 

Master must have read my mind for in the next moments I basked in the love I felt as he showed me my low position and the fact I was mere property. 

"Look at me slave." 

I raised my head as commanded and didn't realize he had reached for his flaccid cock until I felt the warmth of his urine stream strike my face. 

"You are property slave and I piss on your in the worthlessness of your lowly position." 

I felt totally debased at that moment, but also more intense love than I had ever felt. I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth of the stream of urine as it struck my face and trickled down to drip off my chin. Accompanying the warmth of his urine was the knowledge and warmth of his love and his devotion to my desire to be totally debased to make me the perfect slave I so longed to be. I felt his urine stop hitting my face and opened my eyes. 

"Open your mouth slave." I did as commanded and he placed his flaccid cock in my mouth I began to suck, assuming his intent was that I orally service him again. After a moment of sucking him, he released his urine again and my humiliation was complete as I drank his piss without being commanded. 

He released me from the stock and servant kajira lori appeared and led me nude and welted, urine still dripping from my hair and chin to my room. She placed me in the shower, and undressed to join me. She bathed me with the gentle soft caresses of her dainty little hands and when she washed my pussy I moaned softly. She quickly cautioned me.

"You mustn't give in to your lust now." I regained control and lori finished bathing me and dried me. She next had me lay on the bed and applied salve to my welts. Where the welts creased my thighs and approached the bloated lips of my pussy she was careful not to touch my sex as she applied the healing ointment. Afterwards, she drew the heavy drapes and the room was cast into darkness. 

"Sleep now." She said then left me to my sleep. 

In my sleep, whips seemed to be assailing me from everywhere. They didn't hurt though, they gently caressed my body and had me writhing in throes of ecstasy. When I awoke, the bed was a mess and I was drenched in sweat. I must have orgasmed in my sleep too, because the stickiness between my thighs was drying from where my juices had run from me. It was nearing 6pm from the digital display on my night table and I arose and went to the bathroom and quickly showered again to clean the lust from between my thighs. 

When I returned to the bedchamber, the servant slave was there. The bed had been remade and the pile of soiled linen lay near by, He had also just laid a freshly laundered toga and stockings on the bed. I moved through the room drying myself with no thought given to my nakedness. I was completely unabashed in my nudity now, a huge step for me. His gaze as I laid the towel on the bed and began to dress brought no blush to my cheeks, my pussy and breasts completely on display as I slid the stockings up my legs. 

"Dinner is at 7 kajira, do not be tardy." His words about tardiness were not said as a command, but as advice. I finished dressing, refreshed my makeup and left for the dining room at 6:50.

I arrived the first in the dining room and took my placing standing behind the chair at the foot of the table, where I had sat the one time I had eaten in this room before. Within seconds, my kajira brothers and sisters began to arrive. They each extended cordiality in seeing me standing there. When kajira melanie arrived, she embraced me and again spoke confidentially to me in my ear while she hugged my body in close to hers.




My Descent to Lusty Madness



"My slave sister is brave. Master has told us of your acceptance of your punishment and of your realization of the pleasure in the pain. Soon you will desire Ritus Obsequium and I will show in the love for your body, the love I feel in my heart. I love you my slave sister." She broke the embrace and kissed me, though this time her kiss was a mere peck on the cheek. 

Yet, I noted her nipples were distended and pressed against her soft red toga. Mine had stiffened again, as well, and I wondered at this reaction each time to her embrace. I reasoned it must be the love I felt enveloped in her gentle, caring arms. It reminded me of when I had held my child in my arms and drew his face to my breast to suckle the nutrition there. 

I didn't have long to ponder it as Master arrived. The silence in the room again signaled his arrival. He took his place and the meal started as before. Not a sumptuous 6-course affair as the previous night had been, and the food wasn't served restaurant style. Large bowls of side dishes were set beside platters of meat and everyone helped themselves family style. Once Master had said thanks for the food in a grace prayer, a soft hum began in the room, as my slave brothers and sisters began to converse softly. The formality of the meal the night earlier in the week had been replaced with the conviviality of a family gathering. 

Once the meal was concluded, Master tapped the side of his water glass with his spoon, and the room grew quiet. All attention was on him as he addressed his comments to me. 

"kajira laila, stand and allow your brother and sister slaves to witness the result of your punishment." I stood and turned with my back to the table and lifted the flap of my toga. I looked around behind me to be certain the toga had been raised sufficiently to allow the welts to be seen by those at the table. I noted the welts had all but disappeared in the few hours since they were administered. 

"Tonight at 9, your training will continue. All are required to be present in the play room at 9." Master rose and left the room. My slave brothers and sisters all rose as did I and we exited the room in silence. 

I returned to my room, and watched the minutes tick off the clock as 9 approached. At 8:45 two of my slave sisters arrived, dressed in long flowing gowns, the same soft red as the toga. The material was also the same it appeared. 

I was instructed to remove my toga and only replied "Yes Mistress", remembering I must refer to my slave sisters and brothers as Mistress and Master until I went through Ritus Obsequium. My slave sister smiled that I remembered the protocol issued in passing several days earlier.

I was quickly dressed in a leather corset with garters attached and the thigh high stockings I had worn were replaced with stockings designed to be gartered. They then led me downstairs to a large room, all four walls paneled with mirrors and furnished only in plain sofas and two single chairs. One a high back executive leather style chair the other an overstuffed easy chair. The only other furniture in the room was a low padded bench. I was led to the easy chair and instructed to sit. 

Master and Prima kajira kristy, in her Royal Blue robes, walked in a few moments later. Master came and sat in the high back leather chair and the Prima kajira sat next to him on a low stool she pulled from behind his chair. Her attire was the same long flowing gown as the other of my slave brothers and sisters wore, her's was royal blue and theirs the soft red. 

Master clapped his hands and my slave sisters and brothers encircled the chairs, sitting Indian-style on the floor. The Prima kajira pulled a silk purse from the pocket of her dress and retrieved a small precisely rolled cigarette from it and a gold lighter. She handed these to Master. Master placed one end of the cigarette between his lips and held the lit lighter to the other end. He drew deeply from the cigarette and the end glowed red as it lit. 

I smelt the pungent smoke, and realized it wasn't a cigarette but a precisely rolled marijuana joint. It had been so carefully rolled it wasn't apparent it was a joint, until the familiar acrid smoke of my younger years assailed my nostrils. He handed the lit joint back to the Prima kajira and she drew from it and passed it to one of my slave sisters. She handed another to Master and he lit it and handed it to me. I drew from its intoxicating depths and passed it to the slave sister nearest me. 

We sat and smoked until a half-dozen of the pungent sticks had been consumed. Mid way through the smoker, a servant delivered two open bottles of chilled red wine and glasses for everyone and the wine began to flow freely. By the time the joints had been consumed the wine had been as well, and I didn't know about my slave brothers and sisters, but I was 'heavily buzzed' as we used to say when I had regularly smoked pot in my days of youthful indiscretion. 

Master stood and spoke. "Let the training begin." 

Master left the room.

My slave brothers and sisters moved away from where they had been seated on the floor. Two of the men retrieved the low bench and two of the women brought a flat panel that had leaned against an adjacent wall and lay it flat in the floor in the center of the room. It looked like a piece of thick leather with two depressions and two holes strategically placed in it. The bench was placed on it with the feet of the bench fitting into the depressions. Two stakes were slid into the two holes. 

The two slave sisters that had dressed me in the corset had me stand and leather leggings were affixed to my legs. I was led to the bench on the end by where the stakes had been placed and instructed to kneel. I knelt beside the bench. 

I knelt and they laid me down across the length of the bench. It wasn't very long, reaching from just under my chin to my pubic bone. My hands were drawn around the end of the bench, and secured in place by a set of leather cuffs. Straps were run from one side of the platform, across my back and buckled to shorter straps on the opposite side. 

My knees were spread and shackled to the edges of the bench, and my ankles pulled out and strapped to the stakes that had been inserted into the holes in the platform. The covering on the platform was leather as I had guessed, but wasn't a thick leather, but a soft supple leather attached on top of what must have been a 3" thick sheet of foam rubber. The bench was padded and covered in a similar fashion. I was comfortable but I was virtually immobile, I could move some back and forth in a rocking motion, but any other movement was impossible. A sister slave walked over and inserted what appears as an enema bottle into my ass and I feel my bowels fill with warm liquid. 

After I was secured in place, a rest was drawn from under the bench for me to lay my head on. As I lay my head on the rest, I looked in the mirror on the wall nearest me. I see when Master reenters the room.

At his side is a huge dog. It looks like the cross between a Doberman and a Pitt bull. I later am told it is a Rottweiler. He appears huge as he walks beside Master to where I am secured to the table. 

He begins to prance around as he draws nearer my vulnerable position. At long last in his eagerness he runs and starts to shamelessly nuzzle my exposed crotch. 

I am immediately stricken with fear and I gasp. My slave sister all the while sitting at my head gently stroking my hair, bends and whispers to me. "Be strong my sister. He will prepare you with that long hot wicked tongue, then he will take you, his assault will be savage but at the same time it will be heaven. Never will a lover ever measure up to this one." 

The dog is nuzzling and nipping at my crotch and I fear he may bite me. My cunt has dried up inside in the fear reaction my body is posturing. I try to relax by to no avail. I see in the mirror Master is now standing beside me. He slaps his hand to the side of his leg and the dog obediently heels at his side. He bends to speak to me.

"Tonight the beast shall make you his." 

I whimper softly in my fear.

"Fear not. He will not harm you. He will though, make you his bitch forever more." 

Master pulls a large butt plug from his pocket and walks to my ass. He slips the butt plug into my ass. The enema I had received a lubricant of some sort and it eases the slide of the plug into my nether hole. Master pulls a strap from the front of the leather corset, through my legs and across the butt plug. My cunt is still unprotected as the strap splits into two as it crosses between my legs and is rejoined at my ass to securely hold the butt plug in place. It is attached to a small leather buckle on the back of the corset. Master returns to my head.

"That is so the beast doesn't take your ass. Someday you may desire he use your ass as he will use your cunt tonight, but when that day comes you will be prepared tonight he will take your cunt as his own and claim you as his bitch, but you aren't prepared for him to take your ass, just yet." 

Master stands back up and the dog immediately heels and sits looking up at Master awaiting his command. Finally it comes.

I had seen video footage of dogs taking humans and of course had witnessed dogs breeding naturally in nature. The bitch always in control until the moment she allowed the beast to take her then she becomes the recipient of his savage mating, and falls completely under his control. 

Though dogs were largely domesticated in the animal kingdom, as it exists in the modern world, when they mated and the beast took the wantonly ready bitch, they reverted to the savagery of their primitive feral ancestors. 

Whether it was the lust of the moment or the desire to complete the task and break from the moment of utter vulnerability quickly, there was nothing gentle about the way a dog beast claimed his bitch when he mounted and joined with her. 

This was also the case when he took a human. The same lusty desires, or feral instincts, drive him to claim her as his own. 

When the beast joined with a human bitch and the tight clasp of her lusty tunnel snugged tightly around his pummeling fuck tool, he laid claim to her very soul, for no other would ever move her to lust as he had. 

I feared the savagery that he would employ when he took me and claimed me as his bitch. Yet, when that tongue worked its magic as it drove me to near insanity with the promise of the lusty coupling to come, I again desired the bestial rape that was about to take place. I moaned my acceptance to the all-consuming lust in my body and my desire to become the claimed bitch of the beast. Master sensed my desire was it its peak and knelt beside me to speak.

"If I allow this to continue, the beast will be your Master for all time, just as I am your Master for all time. If he takes you he will claim you as his bitch slave just as I claim you as my whore slave. He may require your submission to sate his lust when it appears to him. You cannot ever deny him and that means he can claim any of your sluts holes he chooses. He will own you just as I own you. Do you understand this?"

"Yes, Master, I understand and I desire to serve as his whore. Please let him claim me as his bitch Master, Please let him take me as his own. Please Master I beg you, pleeeeessssssseeeeeee"

My lust was complete, my surrender total I had to have this taboo mating. At this very moment, and not before, though I had been steadily moving in that direction, I realized I was truly a slut at heart and that I must live my whorish desires by becoming a slave bitch to this beast. I eagerly awaited the breeding that was about to occur. 

For though I couldn't conceive or gestate or deliver his puppies, I was just the recipient of his breeding. He didn't care for me or love me I was just a receptacle for the lust in his loins. 

Sure, he might grow fond of me as a dog often does with his human keepers, but otherwise to him, I was three holes in which to sate his lust. 

His whore, but in realizing this, my sanity was again driven to the brink of madness as I realized I was always destined to live my sluts desires and to stand as whore whether as a collared slave of a human Master to all the men and women he might require I serve lustily, or as a claimed bitch of a beast Master. I had to have this.

"Please Master, LET HIM TAKE ME!"

The passing minutes seemed an eternity as the beast continued to fuck me with that blessed tongue. Finally, Master finally gave the command. I was left bound to the breeding bench that night and throughout the night the beast used me, his bitch, as the desire in him rose. Each time he mounted and used his bitch whore, I was driven further into the depths of lusty madness my human Master had promised when he had claimed me as his owned slave. 

He used my body relentlessly and without remorse throughout the night, as the desire in him rose. 

At some point during the night, I realized my decent to lusty madness was complete and never again could I be the person that had walked in the door of this 'place of secret desires fulfilled', a week or more, earlier. 

I longed for his use of me to continue until I died from the lusty madness of it all, but he apparently had spent himself. He lay down beside me to guard his bitch.

We both slept the sleep that only comes once lust is sated. 

In the wee hours just before dawn, slave lori came to release me. The beast growled at her as she approached me, but a word of reproach from her quieted the beast and he skulked away to a far corner, hopefully regretting the loss of the opportunity to use me as his whore again.

slave lori helped me to my room and showered me again, administering a douche and an enema as before, and then helped me to bed. 

Master carried me to the airport two days later. Again dressed as the matronly June Cleaver of my vanilla world, he reminded me the title ne multus kajira gave me permission to return again as I needed or to request Ritus Obsequium and become a full time member of the house. 

I thanked him but told him I didn't see how that could happen. It appears I was wrong. 

I returned home and tried to regain my sense of perspective in the bland vanilla June Cleaver existence I had lived before I had started to pursue who I truly was inside. 

I was lost, nothing seemed right any longer, nothing worked. I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't find anything to keep my interest. I needed to discuss things with my wise Master. The old email exchange we had employed in the past wasn't good enough. I picked up the phone and called him. 

He sat and listened attentively to my rambling on my plight for nearly an hour as I cried and spoke of feeling numb and lost in my vanilla world. Of missing the loving feelings I felt in his home, of the kind words of my slave sisters and of their obvious love for me. These were all things I had never felt before. 

Yes, I had felt love from family and friends but not like I felt in the caring, nurturing environment of my Master's home. 

He listened, only interrupting to express a desire I expound on certain elements more deeply so he might understand or to ask I repeat something he didn't understand. 

Afterwards he didn't try to cajole or convince me to give up my vanilla world and return as a slave in service to the lusty slut I was inside. He only presented the obvious. He reminded me of what he had said enroute to the airport, that as a ne multus kajira, I was eligible to request Ritus Obsequium and pursue a place in the house on a 24/7 basis and that I could always take another weeks vacation and return to the heady pleasure of the house for another brief stay. 

He did say that he felt I would find after another week my return to my home would bring back the same feelings I was having now. He postulated that I was a slave at heart and only accepting that my destiny required I serve in abject submission, as an owned slave, and the slutty pursuits and whoring that provided were the only things that would give me lasting pleasure and inner spiritual peace. 

The real world Laila no longer existed and only the kajira laila remained. He said the decision was mine, and shouldn't be taken lightly. For it would be the last one I made. Once I took that course, and requested Ritus Obsequium, my life would be dictated, but as I had seen the direction that dictated path wandered was well suited to the slave slut I was when the veneer of life's posturing was stripped away. 

That path was my destiny and the richness and joy it provided were mine to experience. That I likely would never be happy until I did. He also suggested it might simply be 'lust withdrawal', and that time would ameliorate what I was currently feeling. He said the decision was mine and the options existed and that I need only decide my heart and mind and act on them. 

I felt better after hearing my Masters voice, but I was still uncomfortable in my June Cleaver skin. I thought to take his advice and allow time to pass so I could see if my feelings changed and mull the options. 

After only a week, I knew that I would only be happy as the slave to my Masters. The kind benevolent human Master, and the captivating 'take me as the bitch I was' Beast Master. 

I called my Master and told him of my decision and asked if he could help me devise a discrete story to tell my family. He gave me one, so I closed my home, put my things in storage and only took enough clothing to make the car trip to Master's home. I knew a new slut's wardrobe awaited me there. 

My pussy stayed wet and throbbing as I drove the many miles to my Masters. When I arrived Master had me a cell phone with a Phoenix, Az. Area code to corroborate the story that I was taking my allergies to Arizona, and allow my family to contact me. After a time I would change it to a Texas area code and explain my allergies were better and that I had grown fond of Texas during the three-day drive across the huge state and since my allergies had actually started to respond there, that I had returned there to get away from the oppressive desert heat of Phoenix. 

Yes, Texas was not and humid too, but not as bad as the deserts in Arizona. Master had 'show homes' on remote locations of his property should family desire to visit me there. 

I went through Ritus Obsequium and was now full-fledged kajira, and had my own collar like my slave brothers and sisters and my toga and gown had changed from the 'virginal white' of the ne multus kajira to the soft red of the collared indoctrinated kajira. That was what brought Master my bedside this morning. 

"Arise slave." My Master threw back the covers to reveal my naked sleeping form. I no longer blush in his presence as he observes my nakedness. All pretenses at modesty were lost long ago. 

I obediently arise as commanded and stand in a mock attention before him. He places a collar around my neck with a mock rabies tag attached. He says I should relieve myself and prepare to serve. That I need no make up or clothing. 

I go to the bathroom and release my morning urine and as I wash my hands I note the tag on the collar and bend close to read its inscription in the mirror. "Whore of the Beasts" it says. My stomach flutters at the possibilities and I feel my sex flush and bloat and the juices begin to flow between my legs. 

I return to Masters side. 

"Are you ready kajira to take your rightful place on this house?"

"Yes, Master, my desire is to serve in any manner you might require." The words I say are as scary as the reality that might exist, from their utterance. Yet, I know my Master loves me and in any manner he might require I serve can only be found the desires of lusty madness. 

Master attaches a leash to my collar and leads me from my room. I am led to whatever lusty adventure my Master knows will serve the slave desires and the lust in my heart. 




My Descent



"You are so beautiful." Sandy murmured as she leaned in to sprinkle wispy butterfly kisses on my inner thighs. I lay back against the cold table and leaned into the pleasure that was slowly overtaking me. I arched my pelvis towards Sandy's face, eager to feel the other woman's tongue in my most intimate folds. But Sandy wanted to prolong my seduction. She nuzzled my buttocks and thighs with her nose, alternately licking the soft skin from my knees to ass. After what seemed like hours, she ran her index finger under the elastic band of my G-string, and proceeded to pull the flimsy material down the length of my legs.

"Oh, God....." I moaned when I felt the first contact of Sandy's tongue against my snatch. The soft fierceness of her mouth suckling my lips and clit was almost more than I could take. I could not remember ever feeling pleasure with such intensity. At first I thought I would climax just seconds after Sandy's first slow and thorough lick, but then I tensed a bit, realizing she was just experiencing the tip of the iceberg. My hips seemed to melt into the table as I wound my fingers through Sandy's hair once more, easing the busy mouth further into my cunt, as if to swallow the woman whole. A weak tingling wave swirled around my pelvis like a hurricane, gathering strength before reaching out throughout the rest of me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I struggled to relax my thighs and not tighten them around Sandy's head, suffocating her as she worked.

Sandy ate me like a gourmet, enjoying every flavor, every fold of my pink, tight pussy. The strokes of her tongue varied, some long and intense-like painting a fence, some short and precise. It was as if Sandy could read my mind, knowing exactly what I liked the most, knowing when to go faster, knowing when to slow down. My hips began to beat with their own internal rhythm, pumping up and down, taking Sandy's occupied tongue with them.

After Sandy's tongue memorized every square inch of my silken folds, she focused her attention on the tight bud of my clitoris. She sucked it like a straw, drawing her head away from the center, stretching my clit with her. The tiny bud seemed to expand in Sandy's mouth, filling it with her swollen heat. Sandy's face was buried inside my core as she gave birth to the first slight tremors. My back arched and I lifted my hips off the table as I began to slowly, ever so slowly go over the edge. 

"Oh God," I gasped, writhing back and forth around Sandy's busy mouth, "Oh Jesus!" And just as it became imminent, my orgasm died. It flittered like a leaf in the wind, just floating away, and with it my hope.

Sandy must have felt the change in my demeanor. Looking down at her, our eyes met and the tears of frustration flowed out onto my cheeks, and dripped into her upturned face. I stepped over her still crouching form, and ran to my bedroom, to cry. I heard her call "goodbye" from a distance as loneliness overcame me.

I became enraged as I lay there awash in my self pity, and began to hit myself in the crotch with my fists, flailing madly as I repeatedly struck myself over and over again, crying out, cursing that vile creature, Vladic, who had done this to me. Just then the numb throb of my clitoris began to vibrate, visions of Vladic grinning at me wafted through my mind. I was now aching from the blows I had delivered to my vaginal opening; still I continued to hit myself without respite, the surging pulse building in my loins. He was there, in my mind, Vladic the butcher son-of-a-bitch, Leering as the orgasm built. I was now pounding with the fury of one possessed at the tender bud of my clitoris. The climax erupted from the core of my being, a wave of warmth and thrilling tingles washed over me. I lingered in the after glow of the violent orgasm, having finally achieved the release that had escaped me for so long.

I was sore for several days after my epiphany. Steve made overtures, I declined my consent. That weekend I cornered Steve in the living room and tried desperately to get him to treat me rough while we made love. No such luck. He dismissed my pleas with disinterest, achieving his orgasm and falling to sleep on the couch. I covered him with a blanket, went to bed alone and cried myself to sleep.

I was unable to interest Steve in anything rough, it just didn't turn him on, but still there must be a way I thought. I decided to ask my brother to help plant the seed. I called Tom and asked if he could stop by to talk, "sure sis!" he had agreed.

I struggled over how much to divulge to him, and decided the less the better. He sat and listened as I ranted about my wifely duties and how much I loved Steve, and how There was never a cross word between us. Then he interjected, "Ok already, I know you two are a great couple. But what's bothering you sis?"

"I can't have orgasms with Steve." I said a little too matter-of-factly.

Tom just stared as if he couldn't believe he had heard it.

"Tom..." I looked pleadingly as he just sat still, gawking.

After what seemed like hours, but truly only a moment, he said "Charlene, have you seen a doctor?"

"Yes, and she said there isn't any reason, but there is. You see, I... I suffered an injury to my... well, my privates while in Kosovo, and...well now I can't have an orgasm. Unless..." I just couldn't bring myself to say it to my brother.

"Unless what?" he waited for a response, when none came he asked again, "Unless what Charlene?"

"Well, I have to be treated rough, you know...like being taken like it was against my will or something." I know I was blushing. God! I was telling my brother this shit. I was thoroughly humiliated.

"You mean you have a rape fantasy?" he asked as if it was commonplace.

"A what?"

"A rape fantasy. Yeah, everyone has some kind of kink. Have you told Steve?"

"I tried, but he isn't interested in rough play."

"Well, let me think about it sis, we'll figure it out somehow." He assured me.

"Oh god, Tom, I knew you would help. You're his best friend."

The following Saturday was my birthday and Steve invited all our friends. Tom was there and pulled me aside and said that he had talked to Steve and that he was pretty sure everything was going to be alright. I thanked him and enjoyed the party. The alcohol flowed and the party raged into the night. Finally the last of the guests were out the door and Steve headed toward the bedroom. I decided to get the food put up before I retired, and spent a few minutes placing trash into the garbage can outside. When I returned to the house the lights were out, I thought it funny as I was sure I had left them on. 

Just as I reached for the light switch, a hand grabbed me from behind, clasping over my face covering my mouth and nose tightly. Another had grabbed around my waist lifting me and throwing me to the floor. I tried to cry out, but the grip on my face was suffocating me, I began to panic. I could feel the breath of my assailant hot on my neck, he reeked of stale alcohol. His body crushed me beneath him as he fell fully onto my back. Keeping his hand on my face, his other hand began grabbing at my crotch and when he found my panties, he ripped them from me, the material tearing at my skin as it resisted his violent intent.

He fumbled for a moment as he fought me for position between my legs, and then his knees pressed my legs apart, spreading me wide. A thought came to me; Vladic? Could this be Vladic? No it couldn't be... Then the reality of what my brother had said earlier hit me. He had spoken with Steve and I was reaping my birthday rewards for his faithful friendship. 

I smiled inwardly as I continued to resist him. His penis poked at my anus as he tried to find my vaginal opening. He thrust forward hitting me in the rose bud of my butt sending an excruciating bolt of pain through my body. I tried to cry out but he held me helpless in his grasp. Then his aim improved and he found my now sopping pussy. He entered just the head, and then pushed forward, in jerking little thrusts, so he could keep pressure on me. Soon he began to ram into me, he was filling me so full as he pounded with abandon into my soft folds. 

I was reveling in the rough treatment but I wanted more, I wanted him to abuse me. He was unrelenting, as he reached down with his free hand and forced it between the floor and my thighs, pressing a cruel finger into the bud of my clitoris. I reveled in this, and he became aware of my total submission, his hand loosened over my face and I began to breathe easier, moaning through his fingers. Finally he lifted me up and folded me over the back of the couch, reentering my cunt as violently as he had the first time.

I was now a willing accomplice as I began to cry out "Fuck, yeah!" and "Harder!"

This provoked him, he reached beneath me and grabbed the tuft of hair perched above my clit. He jerked it hard enough to pull some of it out and made me scream "Ouch." He began flicking his middle finger at my clit as he pounded his meaty penis into my vagina. Over and over again he thumped my clit and thrust into me. I began to see Vladic's face laughing at me through the fog of my imagination, just as the surging swell of an impending climax was raising its energy.

"Harder!" I cried.

Harder he rammed into me, his flicking finger replaced by his knuckles raking roughly across my clit, the back of the couch squeaking against our combine weights and the violent treatment. 

My hips took on a life of their own as I tightened my vagina around the cock pistoning into me. My hips jerked and jumped as primitive reflexes came to life from the skillful screwing. Four-letter words were streaming from my lips as I urged him on, clawing at the cushions on the couch. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted mindlessly as he hammered his penis into my guts. "I'm going to cum, so rape me, you bastard. Fuck that big hard cock of yours into me."

He said nothing while the powerful drives of his hips that rammed his erect phallus deep into my guts. The fire was building deep in his groin though, the juices pooling in the firing chamber and the muscles cocking themselves to pump hot semen into my hole.

"I'm cum-cumm-cumm-cumming," I rasped in a harsh blast of air, a whispering gust of sheer lust as fire seared through my body. And then, unbidden, flaring up in my mind's eye, was the face of my imaginary lover, Vladic, his eyes laughing at me as I climaxed.

The man above me was beyond caring what the woman under him was thinking about. He was ramming his cock deep into my vagina, stuffing me with his bulk. Fiery shots of semen ripped down the length of his shaft while his whole body convulsed and added power to the blasts. He poured his hot sticky load deep into my guts, his muscles straining against mine as he fought to skewer me completely on his prick.

The quivering, straining knot held for a long moment, and then we both relaxed simultaneously. I was pinned like a bug under his bulk, my slender, feminine arms dangling under me, his masculine torso pressing me downward, my legs entwined with his strong, hairy limbs. His hips were nestled between my slender thighs.

I felt his cock slowly shrinking, retreating from my depths, leaving a hot, sticky pool in my vagina. I began to doze off from the exertion and didn't notice that he had gone. I picked myself off the back of the couch and went to the restroom. Cleaning up, I quietly mewed as I washed the blood and semen from my inner thighs, reveling in my good fortune. I went into the bedroom to go to bed and stood in stark terror at what I found there; my husband, Steve, lying across the foot of the bed, asleep, fully clothed!

I had been raped! I had believed it to be Steve at the time. Now I was worried that the perpetrator would return that he would harm me somehow. But who was he? Was he from the party? I had so many questions, and then the old haunting came back, Vladic. Vladic had somehow found me. He had followed me and now intended to finish his horrible torture of my soul. I didn't sleep the entire night. I was stricken with fear and loathing of this dark creature.

The phone rang, startling me from my worry and dread. I answered the phone cautiously, "Hello."

"Hi sis."

"Oh god, Tom, its you." I gasped, relieved.

"Yeah, it's me. Hey, did you enjoy yourself last night?"

I had no intention of sharing my haunts with him so I lied "yes, I really enjoyed the evening, thanks for asking."

"Well, I want to thank you for sharing your fantasy with me I really enjoyed it. Oh, and Charlene, I don't think we need to share it with Steve, if you know what I mean."

I didn't know what he meant...or did I? "What don't we want to share Tom?" I asked.

"Hey, I gotcha sis, mums the word."

"God dammed tom, what are you going on about?" I pleaded.

His voice became tentative and he began to stutter, "Well, you know...the fantasy you wanted...you asked me to help you. Didn't you?"

Realizing for the first time what he had done I yelled into the phone, "Tom, were you here with me last night?"

"Well...yeah. I talked to Steve, and just like you said, he wasn't too hot for the kinky stuff, so...I thought I'd give you the birthday gift you wanted."

"Oh my god!" I was dumb struck.

"It's what you wanted isn't it Charlene? You aren't mad are you?"

I hung up with him still pleading in the handset for me to respond to him, I couldn't. I was devastated. My brother had taken my pleading to mean that he was to perform that which my husband would not: Rape me. And he did. He had raped me in my own home, and I was a willing accomplice. I showered for an hour before the hot water ran out, then I sat and cried until Steve awoke, then I called Sandy. I needed someone to talk to.