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Slut 46 Ch. 01

By: literoticawriting



Note: You do not have the right to use or publish this story without my permission. This story is fiction and I do not condone blackmail or non-consensual behavior. This story is also unedited, so keep that in mind. If it gets enough attention, I will edit it and write more chapters. 

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"For the next two weeks your name is Slut 46. We'll often refer to you just as 'number forty six' or 'forty six.' Nothing about you is important to us. The only thing we care about is how well your body pleases us. And you will please us. Every one of your slutty holes will be used for our pleasure. Over and over and again and again." Kyle paused his briefing for a moment to let her take it in. He watched her body language closely. 

Slut 46 was listening intently but she was too afraid to make any eye contact. She was kneeled on the carpet, still clothed, hands behind her back, hoping this was some kind of bad dream. But she knew it wasn't. Her eyes fluttered as she desperately tried to hold back her tears. Her body shivered. Her real name was Amanda Kitner and she was being blackmailed into sexual service. 

Amanda was a senior undergrad student at the University of Oregon. She was petite, standing about 5'3" and weighing only 130 pounds. She kept her body fit through dancing. She loved to dance - in dance class, at the club, in her room, in the shower, wherever. Being born and raised in Oregon, she had fair white skin. Her rosy cheeks complimented her soft features well. Soft dirty-blonde hair, soft skin, soft blue eyes, and a soft smile. She walked with a certain confidence, knowing that she had a life worth living. She had a good internship with the State, got plenty of attention from boys, and was doing pretty well in school. But she had been struggling with her Calculus for Business class, which was a requisite of her economics major. The subject matter of the class was understandably difficult, but the class was also taught by Julian Borisov, a tenured professor reputable for being one of the toughest graders on campus. He never gave breaks to anyone, ever. Amanda had ducked the class her sophomore and junior years, and had no choice but to enroll in the Fall semester of her senior year. Despite being a senior, she still struggled in the class. When it came time for the final, she barely had a passing grade. So she did what many people do in times of desperation: she looked for a shortcut. 

Professor Borisov only allowed students to walk into the final with a drink, a snack, and two pencils. But Amanda had snuck written notes in all of her pockets. The notes were mostly examples of common proofs that could be used as a template for the questions and hypotheticals that were on the test. On the days leading up to the final, she practiced slipping the notes out and reading them without drawing any attention. And the preparation seemed to pay off. With the help of her notes she walked out of the test room feeling confident. She checked her grade online a week later to see a passing "C" as a final grade, which meant she had aced the final. But the day after she saw her grade, she received an ominous phone call from a man named Kyle, who explained who he was and that he required a meeting the next morning.

Kyle was a 36 year-old audio/video technician that worked for the University. He was a little over 6 feet tall and had a muscular build. He was the outdoorsy type - spending his spare time camping, backpacking and fishing. He had soft brown hair that he kept fairly short, and brownish eyes that turned a hint of green when light shined them the right way. His beard was always scruffy and his hair unkempt. Clean cut was not his style; he was the rugged type. And, having a shaky moral foundation himself, he was incredibly good at his job of finding cheaters. Between one and three students were expelled from the University every year for cheating. Most of the other cheating students were punished with only academic probation. As an A/V technician, Kyle's job was to make sure the lecture halls were properly equipped with audio and video capabilities. He would record certain lectures for impaired students or even for students that were ill and couldn't afford to miss a lecture. He prepared rooms for PowerPoint presentations, movies, or whatever other audio or video needs a professor might need. But during Finals week, Kyle's job was to maintain the hidden cameras in all of the rooms, and then scan the video footage for evidence of cheating. He alone had the power to bring forth video evidence to the Board of Academic Misconduct, or to make sure it never saw the light of day. 

During his eight years at the university, video evidence of cheating had not made it to the Board of Academic Misconduct 45 times. Forty five female students had decided they would rather let their bodies be sexually abused by Kyle than risk being expelled. It helped that Kyle knew exactly what he was doing. He would only proposition seniors. Seniors were at the home stretch. By the time Fall semester finals came around, seniors had invested 3.5 years' worth of time and money. And they were so close to graduating. Expulsion disallowed any credits to be transferred to any other school and the incident would appear on a permanent record. The student would have to start all over as an incoming freshman, if another school would even accept them, which would be unlikely. And Kyle always made it clear that he would ensure that all of her friends and family would be made aware of the misconduct and expulsion. To show he was serious, he would hand the student a list of her family and friends, sometimes with addresses and phone numbers if he had time to research it. At this point, he had the blackmail down to a science.

When he had called Amanda two days ago, he only asked that she come into his office to discuss her Calculus final. She had broken into tears as soon as she hung up the phone. She could imagine no other scenario other than that she was caught. She didn't sleep at all that night and stumbled into Kyle's office the next morning tired and scared. When she came in he didn't say a word, and instead he just showed her the highlight reel. Both remained silent for the 5-minute "presentation." He then explained that her pre-meditated cheating was guaranteed expulsion. This wasn't a case of on-the-spot panic, with a glance or two at a peer's test. She had a calculated plan to cheat, all in plain sight of the camera. 

But he gave her an out: "There's a way out of this. I can delete this video and nobody will ever see it." Amanda's eyes perked up. "I'll just be frank with you. I'm a guy. I like sex. You're a hot young woman that I want to have sex with. So, here's the deal. It's winter break right now and Christmas day isn't for another two and a half weeks. We don't want to rouse suspicion by having you miss Christmas time with your family. So, you'll be my fuck toy for exactly two weeks straight, then this video will never be seen by anyone and you can go on living your life."

As Kyle paused, he saw a confused woman. Her eyebrows were raised in disbelief. Her jaw was open. It was like a dramatic scene out of a Hollywood movie. She had gone over 100 scenarios of how that meeting would turn out, but she hadn't even fathomed a proposition like Kyle's. She still wasn't talking so he explained further "yup, you heard me correctly. I'm blackmailing you for two weeks of sex. You'll be my sex slave. I'm going to give you one day to think about it. If you accept my offer nobody will ever know. You won't be expelled. You won't get academic probation. You'll still pass your calculus class. Your family won't know anything. It will be as if it never happened. I will give you tomorrow to decide whether this is something you want."

"Oh and if you have the brilliant idea to report me for blackmail, you should listen closely. First, by reporting me, you'll force out the fact that you cheated and I'll follow through on all of my promises. You'll be a 22-year old high school graduate. Second, I'll deny it. Even if you do get anyone to listen, you have no evidence. It would be your word against mine and nobody is going to take the cheater's side. So tread very, very carefully."

Kyle looked at his watch. "You have exactly 24 hours to make a decision. I'm sure you have my number still logged on your phone. If I don't hear from you by 9:28am tomorrow, then I'll be showing this video to the Board. There's the door." Kyle broke eye contact and motioned his hand towards the door, dismissing her. Amanda walked out of his office, even more exhausted and scared than before.

For the rest of the day she weighed the pros and cons. Kyle was right, she would be a 22 year-old high school graduate. She had almost no work experience and about $75K in student debt. That debt would not go away even if the university kicked her out and she never got a diploma. Crawling out of that hole would take the better part of her life. But avoiding this situation required whoring herself out to some perverted man who would likely ravage her body nonstop. And what if the two weeks expired and he didn't keep his word and told the Board anyways? She went back and forth for the rest of the day. Her body wanted to sleep but her mind wouldn't let her. Finally, around 8 pm, she decided it was just two weeks of her life and the potential detriment of being expelled was just too much risk. Besides, he was a tech nerd. A few blowjobs and some pussy and he'd probably be satisfied. She called up Kyle and told him she would comply. He gave her an address to write down and told her to meet him there at 9:00am exactly the next day. She fell asleep almost immediately after the phone call ended. 

The next morning she showered, ate, dressed in something casual and drove over to Kyle's home. It was a huge home, more like a mini-mansion than something a university A/V technician should be living in. The property was on at least 5 tree-filled acres and there were no other houses within close proximity. She realized nobody would be able to help her here - clearly the reason he chose that spot as the meeting point. Kyle casually told her she will be punished for being 5 minutes late. He walked her inside and asked her to set her purse down and take everything out of her pockets. He then patted her down to make sure there were no hidden electronics. In the past, cheating sluts have tried to record evidence of blackmail. He then walked her to the bedroom, forcefully guided her to a kneeling position, and began briefing her. 

And that's where Amanda finds herself at this moment. She took a big gulp and finally spoke up "you keep saying 'we' but..." Kyle raised his voice "do not speak unless asked to speak. That is your second violation of our rules and you will be punished. I suggest you let me finish. Yesterday I said that you will be my fuck toy. If I choose to let my roommates fuck my little slut, then that is what we will do. Besides, you are number 46. They have been around since number 12, so they know the protocol. One of them has the equivalent of my job at the community college and we share all of our girls. We understand discretion. Now shut the fuck up and listen."

"Four people live in this house. Three are male and one is female. I'm one of the men, obviously. I just referred to one of the other men - the A/V tech at Lane Community College. The third man is an old buddy of mine who has a knack for dominating little sluts like yourself. And the woman is a slave who voluntarily lives here to serve us. She was a cheater like you, but decided after her two weeks were up that she wanted to be a permanent fixture. Her name is Number 27. But you will call her 'mam.' She is our slave but your superior and you will respect her as such. You will call all of the men Sir. Every time you speak you will refer to us either as Sir or Mam, depending on who you're speaking to. If you do not, even once, you will be severely punished."

"The kneeling position you are in is called Position 1." While speaking, Kyle walked over to grab a thick, 3-foot long, wooden ruler. "If we ask you to kneel or get in Position 1, this is it." He pushed the ruler against her back and then down on her shoulders. "Thrust your breasts out. Relax your shoulders." He used the end of the ruler to lower her head. "Keep your head lowered and your gaze down. Once you are specifically addressed, then you may look at us and respond." He then used the ruler to spread her knees out. "Your knees are too close. Wider. WIDER." Kyle's commanding voice caused her to comply almost instinctually. "Each hand should be behind your back grasping the other forearm. If you are handcuffed, then your hands may dangle, so long as they are pressed against your butt." Kyle admired his quick handiwork on her posture. "Now you happen to be clothed because I allowed it. In the future, you will be completely nude when you assume any slave position. It doesn't matter what you are doing, or what is going on around you. If you are asked to assume a position, you will stop whatever you are doing, strip naked, and find your proper posture. Again, any violation of this rule will result in punishment."

Amanda started to get nervous. She considered herself fairly adventurous in bed, but this was becoming much more intense than anything she had experienced, read about, or even imagined. Kyle kept referring to severe punishment, but she didn't know what that meant. And the fact that they already had a slave around concerned her as well. This was not some ragtag group, desperate for a quick lay. She had thought she could just spread her legs a few times a day, and after two weeks of getting laid he would be satisfied. But it was now obvious to her that Kyle would not let her off so easily.

Amanda was still in position, her gaze down, trying to make sense of what the future held. Kyle sensed her trepidation but carried on. "Now put your face on the ground." He gave her a little nudge with his foot. Amanda again complied, not knowing what else to do. "Good. Push forward a little bit. Stick out that ass. Present it to me. Now put your arms down past your head, palms on the ground. This is Position 2. You will also fall into this position when we say 'down.'" She felt strange and exposed. Kyle slowly circled her, stalking his prey. "Now, you are owed two separate punishments. Do you remember what for?" 

Amanda's fleeting thoughts suddenly converged to the present. She did remember. "I was late and I spoke without being asked to." Kyle smirked. Nobody ever remembers the first "sir." Kyle quickly responded "and you did not address me as Sir. That's three now. For the first two, you didn't know the rules, so you will only receive 10 lashes each. But I just told you how to address me, and you failed. For that, you'll receive 50 lashes. We're going to do 35 on each ass cheek. I'll use the paddle for the left, and the riding crop for the right. Now hold your position down there, but lower your jeans and panties so that your bare ass is exposed for punishment."

Amanda hesitated to go through with his request. Until now, all she had to do was listen and brace herself for the future. But the future had come faster than she expected and she balked at the request. Kyle started counting "One. Two. Three..." The counting increased the adrenaline pumping through Amanda and she decided to act. She moved her hands towards her zipper, unzipped her jeans, and slowly pushed them down to her knees. Then, even slower, she reluctantly lowered her panties. She noticed a moistness in the cotton. She surprised even herself with a little sigh as the cool air touched her exposed holes. 

"For three seconds you hesitated to obey. At 10 lashes per second, that's an extra 30. 100 total. Let me re-iterate something that hasn't yet sunk in to you. You are here to serve and obey. Every thought, every movement, every breath, now revolves around our commands. The quicker you come to terms with that, the less you will suffer. Now I don't much enjoy screams of pain, so I'd advise you to contain yourself. This is going to hurt." Kyle reached for a leather paddle that was hung on the wall. Amanda noticed that there were several devices hung on the walls, and at least 10 hooks on the ceiling. Right next to the paddle was the riding crop. 

Kyle got on one knee next to Amanda and rubbed the leather paddle over her beautiful ass, savoring the calm before the storm. Lustful thoughts of what he was going to do with her flew through his mind. He very suddenly raised the paddle over his head and brought it down over Amanda's ass, providing no leniency to the newbie. "Oww," Amanda screamed. Again, he slowly rubbed the paddle over her ass and down her back and then dropped another blow. He kept the spankings slow at first, and then when he got to ten, he sped up his pace and spanked her about once every second. This was no funishment. He was giving her ass a beating.

After the first 50 lashes had been administered on her left cheek, she was felt like her ass was on fire. She had always heard the expression that some body part felt like it was "on fire." But she finally understood that the saying actually had merit and was probably coined by someone who had received a thorough paddling. Kyle re-hung the paddle on the wall and grabbed the riding crop. Amanda was desperately trying to hold back her tears but they made their way out as she quietly sniffled and cried.

Kyle repeated a similar technique but this time with the riding crop. The crop provided more of a stinging pain than a deep blow. The pain of the paddle slowly amplified over time. But the sting of each crop blow seemed to hurt twice as hard as the previous blow. By the 50th lash, Amanda was biting her lip, breathing heavily out of her nose, and shutting her eyes as tight as possible - as if that would somehow make everything go away. Kyle had a devious smile on his face; he was a sadist through and through. The outside of his pants revealed wet spots of pre-cum that leaked out. His bulge could barely be contained and it looked like his zipper was going to burst open. 

"You may be surprised to hear this, but you did well. Most cheating sluts shy their bodies away from the crop, trying to avoid contact. But you held still. You'd be wise to keep that up. Now I need a release. Come." Kyle hung the riding crop back on the wall, and began walking out. When he peered over his shoulder, he noticed Amanda stand up and begin pulling her jeans back on. 

"No!" Kyle commanded. "Pull your jeans back where they were and get back down on the ground." The intensity of his voice scared her and she quickly did as he said. You are not allowed to walk in this house. You will crawl on all fours. You will never put your clothes back on unless we specifically demand it."

Without saying anything else, Kyle walked out the door into the hall. Amanda crawled behind him, slowly at first. But when she crawled out the door, she could no longer see him. She sped her crawl, awkwardly, as her jeans and panties were still wrapped near her knees. When she turned the hall corner towards a giant living space, she noticed Kyle fiddling around with some electronics. 

"Position 1 in the center of this rug," Kyle said as he motioned his hand without even looking at her. Amanda slowly crawled towards the middle of the living room carpet and slouched into her kneeling position. It was a grand living room with ample space. The walls were decorated with fine art. The furniture looked expensive and well-tended to. There were a few hallways that led to unknown areas, and a staircase to the second floor. The only visible part of the second floor was a section that overlooked the living room. As he was still playing with his electronics, Kyle raised his eyebrows and gave her a disappointed glance. She responded by relaxing her shoulders and thrusting out her chest. She also grabbed her forearms with her hands like he taught her. Kyle finally lowered his eyebrows, content. He grabbed a tripod and video camera that were laying on the ground, connected the two together, and placed it about 3 feet away from her. As he pressed a few buttons, Amanda noticed a red light turn on. It was recording.


Slut 46 Ch. 01



"This is going to be the 'before' blowjob. At the end of the 2 weeks we'll record the 'after' blowjob and we'll watch them side by side. You'll be astonished to look back at this one and realize how horrible you were at giving head." He looked her dead in the eye as he spoke. This time it was Amanda who raised her eyebrows, as if insulted that he assumed she couldn't give a quality blowjob. 

"You should be thanking me really. After our time together, every boy you touch will tell you that you are the best that they ever had. They will pine for you. They will instantly fall in love with you." He stated that as fact, with no sarcasm in his voice. 

Kyle walked over to her, his pants still bulging. "Pull my pants down." Amanda released her hands from her behind her back and brought them to his buckle. "Ah ah ah," he interrupted. "Did I give you permission to release your hands from position?" Her mouth slowly opened until a quiet "no" came out. Kyle raised his fingers and was about to scold her but she quickly interjected, "Sir. No, sir." 

She put her hands back behind her pants and thought for a second about the puzzle in front of her. Kyle was wearing a classic leather belt and khaki pants. She brought her teeth to the tip of the belt and clenched. She then pulled it the opposite direction until the prong slipped out of one of the belt holes. She bit and pulled different parts of the belt in different directions until finally the belt was sufficiently loose. And then a quick tug was all that was needed to released his pants button. She carefully caught his zipper in her front teeth and pulled it down. She perched up so she could bite the top of his pants and started slowly tugging down his pants. She worked the left side first, then the right side, and back and forth until Kyle's cock bounced out. 

With crossed arms, Kyle looked down and admired this little beauty working so hard to release his cock from its confines. It wasn't the biggest Amanda had seen but given the circumstances, it was enough to intimidate her. Kyle was about 8 inches long, thick, and had a fairly big helmet head. At this point, it was rock hard with pre-cum slowly dripping down to the floor. She looked up at him for direction but he just glared at her, arms still crossed. 

She slowly took his head into her mouth and began her work. She bobbed up and down, going about half-way. She licked the shaft from top to bottom and bottom to top, She even sucked his balls a little. She had nice lips and a warm mouth, and most men would have been more than happy to have a hot 21 year old's mouth wrapped around his cock. But Kyle had higher standards. He had trained 45 other undergrads on how to give blowjobs just the way he liked it - sloppy and deep - and he doesn't settle for less. 

"Now listen closely," Kyle said as he tilted her head up from his cock so she could see him speak. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "Your mouth should gently glide over my cock. And every inch of my cock needs attention. Which means it's your throat's job to relax and open up so that my entire cock can slide in and out of your mouth. Keep your throat open and relaxed at all times. Let any spit that accumulates just drool out. Your jaw stays open, as if a dentist is working on your teeth and you can't close your mouth for any reason. Here, watch."

Kyle grabbed a remote from his back pocket and pressed a button. The living room's main television turned on. He pressed another button and a video recording began playing. It was of another young woman in Amanda's exact spot, pleasuring Kyle's dick. She looked familiar to Amanda. They had taken a business few classes together but never even had a conversation. Her name was Julie, or Slut 44 as Amanda would later find out. She had long, silky, brown hair and a perfect complexion that every other woman on the planet was jealous of. And she was fit. That's how Amanda recognized her. Julie always drew the attention of every eye in the room. In this video, Julie looked vibrant as ever. Amanda figured she would be battered and barely able to function after the 2 weeks were up. It was comforting to know other women previously in her position made it out okay. The video showed Julie in Position 1, eagerly throating Kyle's cock. His cock never left her mouth, and her lips stayed down, almost never coming up past half-way . She would push herself down to the root and then raise up to a different point every time, her tongue always sticking out. Drool pooled down her chin and dripped to the ground. It was seamless. She varied her pace, sometimes going fast, fucking her throat with his cock, and sometimes slow, inching her way down and looking up at him to see the expression on his face. Kyle paused the video and turned off the TV. 

"That is what your blowjobs should look like," he remarked. Amanda brought her eyes down from his face and back to his cock. She was overwhelmed. "It will take time," he continued. "But that is the technique you will be working towards. Now do your best."

She brought her lips back to his head and slowly took him into her mouth. She slid more and more of it down her mouth but halted as his head bumped against her throat. Knowing he would not be satisfied, she pushed him past her throat's entrance until she gagged and backed off. She had only made it about three-fourths the way down his cock. She struggled to catch her breath and swallowed all of spit that gathered in her mouth. 

"Let the spit drool out, do not swallow it. I'm not going to tell you again. Now get back on there." For a moment she forgot everything else that had happened up to this point and was focused on her task. The cheating, the blackmail, her friends and family, everything. It had disappeared and her only thought was on how to get him down her throat. Kyle firmly grabbed a fistful of her hair. The strength of his hands surprised her. He forcefully pushed her back where she had made it before, three-quarters down. His voice was gentler this time "now keep your mouth and jaw wide open. Relax everything. Push your tongue to the bottom of your mouth and leave it there. Your throat is my cock's new home. It exists to please me. Accept it." He slowly pushed her another inch. She coughed and gagged around his cock, trying to pull away. But his grip overpowered her. "Don't worry 46, I'll take care of you. Keep open and drool it out." 

He pushed another inch before finally finishing the job. His entire cock made its way down her throat. She continued to fight him but to no efficacy. Her throat pulsed around his cock, desperately trying to expel it. But Kyle held her there, enjoying the pleasure of her throbbing throat. Then he very slowly release her from the base of his cock. But as soon as she was half way up, he pushed her back down. He began fucking her throat. Her hands had already left their position behind her back and tried to push his hips off of her. But her arms eventually gave up and just dangled on the sides of her body. She was completely helpless and at the mercy of this perverted blackmail artist. "That's it baby, just let me do my thing." He finally let her up a bit further until only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. "Now breathe, breathe around me." She didn't need to hear that to know what to do. She desperately caught her breath, drool spilling out of the corners of her mouth. As soon as the panic started to fade, he pushed her back down. "Relax your throat sweetie. Good girl. Let it drool, remember?" Amanda's ability to fight was quickly vanishing. 

He had complete control of her mouth, her throat, and her body. He pushed her all the way down; no gradual steps this time. He slowly fucked her throat, keeping her more or less at the base of his cock. He did his thing for what seemed like hours, but was more realistically just minutes. Sometime he would let her catch her breath again, but his cock never left her mouth. She would have to learn to breathe around it. His pace quickened just slightly as he belted, "I'm going to come baby, give me your throat." His other hand also grabbed a hold of her head as his cock continued to thrust. Amanda's world started to blacken as he exploded deep inside of her, the cum erupting past her mouth and down her throat. She continued to cough and gag but it made no difference. He adjusted and squirmed and held her down as every last drop of cum spilled. He then slowly let her defenseless head up from his cock. He put a finger on her chin and told her "swallow everything." She made a deliberate swallow gulp even though all of his cum was already down. Her face had lines of mascara running. Her cheeks were flushed from lack of oxygen. She was half-delirious, without a thought in her mind. She slumped over, holding her posture as best she could. Kyle walked over to the video camera and shut if off. 

"That hit the spot," he said. "I think I'll be the owner of your throat. We'll give Joe your pussy and Gabe your ass. And Number 27 will help us use your holes. You'll learn a lot from her. This will be a good setup, trust me." 

Amanda didn't hear anything he said. She was still mesmerized, still catching her breath, still without a thought in her mind. All she knew was that she had a rough two weeks ahead of her.



Slut 46 Ch. 02



Note: You do not have the right to use or publish this story without my permission. This story is fiction and I do not condone blackmail or non-consensual behavior.

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As Amanda collected her breath and regained her composure, Kyle walked out of the living room and through the halls without saying anything. She darted her eyes around the living space, gathering more knowledge about her new environment. There were several conspicuous video cameras all across the ceiling. He wanted her to know that they were watching at all times. There were hooks in random spots on the side walls. She saw sliding windowed double doors that led to the back of the property. She could see a small garden with fruits and vegetables, a slightly larger garden area with just flowers and plants, a very big grassy back yard, and then beyond that a wooded area full of trees and bushes. The land was actually quite beautiful and she was appreciating its simplicity when Kyle walked back in with a black bag strapped around his shoulder. 

He set the bag down beside her and quickly walked back toward the first room that she was briefed in. He reentered holding the grip of a black graphite cane. It looked like a golf club without the head. He walked right beside her and laid 3 vicious blows to her ass. Amanda's face cringed from the pain. "You will always focus on your proper posture." He laid down 3 more blows: *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*. Her eyes swelled up with tears as she corrected her posture. She widened her knees, grabbed her forearms behind her back, and thrust out her chest. Kyle remained still with an angry glare until he finally tossed the cane onto the couch and started rummaging through the bag. He brought out a pair of steel scissors.

"These clothes are cute but we don't do cute here. We do sexy. You must look sexually enticing at all times. These are going in the trash." He speedily cut off the jeans and panties that were awkwardly wrapped around her ankles. Then he cut off her shirt and her bra. Last, he slid off her little shoes and socks and threw the remains onto the couch. "Unless otherwise commanded, you are to remain naked in this house at all times except for a collar and heels."

With that statement he dug into his bag again. He pulled out a leather collar with a lock and key on it. "This is handmade leather, built to perfection. When you see Gabe, you will thank him for making you such a nice collar. He's quite the craftsman." He eased behind Amanda and shifted her hair to the side. He wrapped the collar snugly around her neck, locked it, and then dropped the key in his pocket. He ran his fingers through her hair, putting it back in place. She found his presence behind him warming and much more intimate than the throat fucking she had just endured. 

"What size shoe do you wear," Kyle asked. Amanda responded that she wore a size seven, and Kyle dug through his bag again. He brought out a pair of high-quality leather heels. The heels were 4" and had an open toe. There was a leather ankle strap that had a small padlock on them. Again, Kyle eased behind her. While she continued to remain in posture, he lifted up her foot, slid the first shoe on and locked the strap. He performed the same method on her other foot. He stood up and gave an outward expression of satisfaction. 

Kyle spoke on. "Even though you have heels on, remember you are not to walk in this house unless given permission. I just think heels look good on sluts. Sometimes you will be asked to leave the house and run errands for us. In that case, you will still wear your collar and heels out, and we will dress the rest of you accordingly."

Amanda closed her eyes and took a deep breath at the thought of being sent out into the world with a locked leather collar and 4" locked leather heels. At this point, there was little question that they would make her look a cheap whore. Just thinking about it made her feel more humiliated than she had ever felt. Kyle recognized the deep breath and flushed cheeks and walked in front of her.

"Position 2," he commanded. Fearing more lashings from the cane, she instantly pushed her head forward to the ground and extended her arms out. He walked around her and set two fingers on the outside of her pussy. "Well, well well. What do we have here? Explain this to me." 

Amanda meekly responded "you placed your hands on the outside of my vagina and now they are resting there, Sir." Kyle belted out a laugh. He appreciated her quick wit but was left unsatisfied with her answer. He re-asked in a more precise manner: "Explain to me why your pussy is dripping wet. You are here against your will. I am forcing you to obey my sadistic commands. Yet you are extremely physically excited. Explain it." 

Amanda had no answer to the question. She hadn't even noticed that she was so excited. But now that Kyle brought it up, the only thing on her mind was her aching pussy. His fingers felt amazing. She decided it was best to answer truthfully. "I don't know, Sir."

"I'll tell you why. It's because, like most women, you are a slutty girl who likes to be used. It's because you like being forced to do things you think you don't want to. You like being treated like a slut. You like a man who takes control of you. If you drip any more on my carpet, I'll need to call the University's janitor over here to clean up the mess. Hey, there's an idea! Let's call Rick."

Amanda couldn't yet tell if he was joking but assumed the likely possibility that he was seriously considering calling over the janitor. She realized that it was best to assume her role here and mitigate potential embarrassment. "That's not necessary, Sir. I can clean up the mess."

Kyle pointed to the ground. "Then come clean it. Turn around and lick it up." Amanda hesitated at the request, again not knowing if he was joking. But yet again, she decided it was best to assume he meant everything that he said. She awkwardly turned around on all fours, her feet still not used to the bulky heels, and looked at Kyle with the biggest doe eyes she could muster. He crossed his arms, letting her know that this was not up for negotiation. Amanda looked at the carpet to see only a tiny spot of wetness - nothing sizable enough to rise to the description of a mess. She realized that he was not concerned with his carpet, but only whether she would obey his commands. She slowly put her head down to the carpet and licked the small pool of her own juices. She put on a little show for him, licking slowly and lustfully. When the area was sufficiently mopped up, she licked her lips and then looked back up at him.

"You dripped on my shoes too. Lick them clean." Amanda looked at his brown leather boots and didn't see a drop on them. She peered back up at him but Kyle maintained a motionless expression. Amanda was starting to understand that she would receive no breaks from this man. She crawled a step forward and brought her face to his shoes. She took several breaths as she contemplated the nature of what she was doing. She hadn't noticed that Kyle grabbed the cane from the couch. Without saying anything, he began striking her again. He didn't stop until she shoved her tongue forward and made contact with the boot. It didn't taste as bad as she thought it would. They were actually quite clean, smelled like regular leather, and didn't have much of a taste. She began licking the entire toe of the right shoe. She noticed her pussy begin to throb again. It was a strange sensation - the combination of burn from the cane lashings and an aching between her thighs. Trying to ignore her lust, she guided her tongue over the leather like a mop and then moved over to the left shoe. She felt like any "mess" she had made was cleaned up. But as she pulled away from his shoes, Kyle quickly interjected. "Lick the entire shoe. See how the toes are darker than the rest of the leather? Leather darkens when moist. My entire boot should look dark like that. Back to work."

Amanda put her face and tongue back to his boot and continued licking. This time she worked the sides. As a natural result from her head being so low to the ground and the maneuvering from licking, her ass stuck up high and wiggled back and forth. Unbeknown to her, she was putting on a little show for Kyle. His pants began to bulge again, seeing her tight, fit ass presented to him and having this little beauty degrade herself for his pleasure. As she licked, Amanda slowly crawled in a circle around Kyle, making sure to get the heel and the inside sections. She pushed herself to lick every inch, not wanting to disappoint him again. 

Still licking, she heard the front door open and someone walk inside. She lifted her head to see who it was, but Kyle just gave her ass one light, symbolic smack with the cane and told her to get back to work. She did as instructed, and tried to ignore the footsteps closing in. 

"What do we have here?" asked the stranger. "This must be forty-seven. Or is it forty-six?"

"Forty-six," Kyle responded.

The stranger circled around Amanda, getting a better look at her body. "Very nice. And look at her butt; that thing is already marked up." The stranger chuckled and gripped her ass firmly to get a proper feel. 

"She's a slow learner."

The stranger laughed even louder. "They're all slow learners to you. What's your name Sweetie?"

Amanda was listening intently and recognized this as her queue. "Amanda, Sir."

Kyle shoved away her face with his boot. He leaned down and took a firm grip on her hair, and shoved her face into the ground. Forcefully using his cane, Kyle made a point. "Your *SMACK* name *SMACK* is *SMACK* forty-six *SMACK*. You *SMACK* will *SMACK* refer *SMACK* to*SMACK* yourself *SMACK* as *SMACK* forty-six." He laid 3 more blows to her ass, with as much power as he could muster. 

"MY NAME IS FORTY-SIX, SIR," Amanda yelled out in a desperate attempt to end her suffering.

"Well hello Forty-Six. I'm Joe," the stranger replied. He seemed to be in a good mood.

"I'm taking her throat. You get her pussy. Gabe gets the ass."

"Sounds good to me," Joe said as he got on bended knee, examining his new property. He placed his fingers on her pussy, which was still soaking wet. "This one likes being a slut." He separated her lips with a finger and gently felt her inside of her. He slid down the same finger and rubbed her clit. The sensation overwhelmed Amanda. She was breathing heavily and moaning loudly. "I hope you're not going to cum, Forty-Six. This is my pussy. And my pussy does not cum without my permission." Amanda tried to calm herself down but Joe kept massaging. Most guys could barely make her cum. Desperately holding back was a new experience. She could not believe how quickly she had been brought to the brink of orgasm. Luckily for her, Joe stopped rubbing and felt around some more. "I feel hair, Kyle."

"Yeah, she's only been here for an hour or so. There's still lots of training and prep work to be had. Why don't you take over from here. I want to edit with the video we just made."

Joe nodded his head and raised to his feet. "Follow me, slut." Amanda got on all fours and followed Joe. This was the first time she got a good look at him. He was a few inches shorter than Kyle, but stockier. He had piercing blue eyes. His skin was somewhat tan and he had a shaved head. Like Kyle, he was dressed in Khakis and a nice collared shirt. He was muscular and his body stretched out his clothes. Much like Kyle, he had quickly developed a bulge in the crotch area. She crawled after him as fast as she could until she reached the bathroom. Joe was already running the water. 

"Look closely. There are two pieces of tape here next to the bathtub faucet handle. One is blue and one is red. When you are a good girl, you can point the handle towards the red mark and receive hot water. If you are not a good girl, you will point the handle towards the blue one. You don't want the blue one. We'll start with the red one today, since it will make shaving you easier. I like my sluts to have soft skin and a soft pussy. Come crawl into the tub and spread your legs out."

Amanda did as he commanded. She crawled over the bathtub casing and plopped her ass on the bottom of the tub. She spread out her legs, resting her heels on the fringes. She leaned back and watched Joe grab the shower head. It was a detachable head with a long hose. He brought it all the way up to her pussy and showered the area with the hot water. The warm vibrations from the showerhead started to push her over the edge again. She grabbed her hair with both of hands and tilted her head back in ecstasy, focusing on containing her pleasure.

When her pussy and pubic region was sufficiently soaked, Joe turned off the water. "You will shave every day. These are the steps. Soak yourself with water. Then put on shaving cream and leave it there for 2 minutes." As he was talking, Joe was drying his hands and lathering up the shaving cream. He gently spread it around her pubic region. "Then, you will gently use this razor to shave with the grain." Joe brought out a fancy 3-bladed razor and began his work. He focused intently and shaved off only a small portion at a time. Amanda was impressed at his gentleness. She had only shaved down there a few times and she could tell he was doing a much better job than she would have done. 

Joe turned the water back on and handed her the shower head. "Rinse off." As she was doing so, he was removing his clothes. She found her eyes attracted to his muscular body, unable to look away. First his pants came off, then his shirt. He tossed them to the side. He must have been going commando because there were no more articles of clothing to remove. He eyed her body up and down. Joe turned off the water, looked her straight in the eyes, and said "Position 2." He had a lustful gleam in his eyes and an unnerving grin on his face. It was obvious what was going to happen next.

Amanda's spirit was broken at this point. She brought her legs down into the tub and turned over. There wasn't enough space to extend her arms so they bent up, following the curvature of ceramic. She pushed out her ass and showed Joe what he wanted to see. This time she was hoping to be used. Her pussy was throbbing. She needed attention. Joe got in mounting position and rubbed the tip of his giant head up and down her slit. No words, no moans, no sounds came out of Amanda's mouth. She closed her eyes as hard as she could and enjoyed the sensation. He just kept on rubbing, teasing her. And then without warning, Joe guided his cock inside of her and slowly pushed in as far as he could. As he did this, Amanda instantly came. She squealed and shivered on his cock as it penetrated her. She turned her head back and forth, pushed her palms against the tub, and let the orgasm wash through her body. There was nothing she could do to stop it. He just left his cock deep inside of her. No thrusting, no movement. He wanted to feel her shudder against him. Amanda didn't notice she had been holding her breath during her orgasm and let out a panicked succession of outward gasps. She knew she had broken the rules but she didn't care. 

Amanda expected Joe to chastise her for cumming without permission but he didn't. Instead, he he began thrusting his cock in and out of her. His two hands had made their way to her ass-cheeks, clawing and spreading them apart, opening her pussy wide for his entry. Traditional foreplay was passed over. He pounded into her at a steady pace, with little regard for her comfort. He was big and Amanda could feel every inch of him inside of her. She might normally feel pain but her pussy was so wet from her climax that he penetrated her with no resistance at all. Every thrust was as deep as he could make it and before Amanda could say or do anything, she found herself cumming on his cock again. This time her arms had left position and were just tightly holding her head. She was in the same dumbfounded state as before, not thinking or talking or breathing. Just feeling the pulsing orgasm ripple through her body. Joe noticed her cum again but didn't stop his pace. He wasn't ready to stop yet. As he continued, Amanda's pleasure turned to pain. Her pussy was sensitive now. Every time he pushed into her and slapped up against her clit, it stung her. Joe could see the change in her demeanor, which was his sign to keep going even harder. He dropped his jaw and began breathing loudly. Her tight, wet pussy wrapped around his cock was pushing him over the edge. And it pleased him even more to see her face cringed in pain. 

Joe felt his orgasm coming and with a labored breath spoke out "that's it, forty-six, just like that," as if she was consciously performing just for him. He increases his pace and pounded into her as hard as he could. Amanda's pain turned into pleasure again. Her pussy had never been used like this before. Finally, Joe groaned loudly as streams of his cum filled Amanda. She had never let someone cum inside of her without a condom, and the new warm sensation caused her to cum one last time. A rush of blood flowed to her head, causing her reality to spin. She could feel every drop of his hot cum spill deep inside of her. She felt dizzy and abused, yet strangely satisfied.

Just as quickly as he mounted her, Joe pulled out his cock, stepped out of the tub, and began putting his clothes back on. 

"Come on Forty-Six. You came three times without permission. Time for your punishment."