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Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 01

By: Wants2benaughty



I was angry as I left the restaurant. He texted me as soon as I sat at the table. His text said he was outside. So how could he have never made it in? The waiter said there were no accidents out front. I waited a very long hour. He didn't show or respond to my texts. 

I started to search my purse for my car keys, walking past an alley way. I remembered they are in my pocket. I am about to retrieve them when I hear what sounds like a kitten being squished coming from the alley. I hesitate, surely there is not a kitten in a dark alley that needs help, too much like a movie or an erotica story I wrote six months ago. The noise comes again, and I can't stop myself from going into the alley. 

"Here kitty kitty. Its ok I won't hurt you." I coo to the kitten. 

I am relieved when a tabby kitten comes out of the dark towards me. It stops and stares at me, so I kneel down and hold my hand out talking to it softly. It spooks as I feel an arm wrap around my neck. The arm pulls me up. The tightness keeps me from getting the breath to let out a surprised yell. The arm is very strong, and my attempts to scratch into it are blocked by a jacket. I try kicking my feet, and then try to gain footing with them to stop being dragged deeper into the ally. I can't breathe and am starting to see spots. I am thrown roughly down, and a guy pounces on me. He must have been prepared since he slaps some duct tape over my mouth and quickly binds my hands and feet with zip ties. 

I am in a panic, the duct tape is keeping me from completely getting my breath back, and the zip ties are painfully cutting into my wrists and ankles. The kitten is thrown with me and I hear a slam. I realize I am in a van. Oh my god, I wrote this story. How can this be happening? 

My breath finally comes under control. I am scared. If this follows my story the next couple hours are not going to be pleasant. I have a creative mind, I can think of a way out of this. I mentally inventory what is in my jacket pockets. Car keys! I try to move my hands to the pocket, but I can't get quite get to them; the zip ties are too tight. I roll back and forth, hoping to make them fall out. I hear a deep chuckle and his voice for the first time. 

"Go ahead, wear yourself out, it won't work. I zipped your jacket pockets up while you were trying to catch your breath," a deep creepy voice tells me. 

That is when the tears start. So much for thinking I am a strong. One little abduction and I am helpless. No, not the time for recriminations. Think. The car takes a corner and my head hits the van wall hard. When I regain my senses after the head bump the van is stopped, I hear the sound of a garage door opening and the van moves forward. Oh my god. How could he manufacture my story so perfectly? Why the hell did I provide a script? If I get out of this alive, I am taking down all my stories and never writing again. The little money I make from them is not worth this. 

The back of the van is opened, I try to back away but can't with my hands and feet bound. He roughly pulls me out of the van, throws his arm around my neck again and drags me into a house. How could he be this bloody strong? He quickly takes me up two flights of stairs into what looks to be an attic, no windows, just a bed in the middle of the room. At least this part is different from my story. He tightens his arm around my neck, to cut off my air and get me close to blacking out so he can bind me to the bed. This I know, as it is all part of my story. 

He throws me on the bed, throws a collar around my neck and fastens it. I try to fight but still lack the energy. He cuts my hand ties, and throws cuffs around one wrist. I finally get some fight back and try to move away. He just laughs, straddles me and puts a knee on the arm with the cuff to hold it down. He quickly cuffs my other wrist, attaches that cuff to the collar on my neck. He grabs my other wrist and fastens it to the collar. Why the hell did I write this into my story? 

He pulled me down the bed, my pelvis at the edge. As expected, he had straps from above to bind my legs. He attached them around my knees and tightened them. He looked at me with a big grin as he demonstrates he can lift my legs and lower them as he pleases. This also demonstrates that I am not wearing any underwear. I am guessing he is the man I was supposed to meet for a date. I am so scared at this point; I keep reminding myself that in the story the girl survives. It is my one hope. He let me see his face didn't he? 

He lowers my legs and binds my ankles to the bed. 

"Don't worry Lacy, we will have fun with leg positions later, as you know." He states proudly.

Oh my god, how does he know my real name? Who is this guy? He disappears around the bed, and I hear metal against metal. That would be the chain that is going to run from the top of the bed to the collar to keep me from moving too much. I can't decide if knowing what is to come is a better or worse. Why do I get so sadistic in my stories? Any notes I make with my stories explicitly state I would hate to live them out. 

Then he does something out of the story, he suddenly rips the duct tape off. It hurts, so I scream. 

"See Lacy, you can scream and yell all you want in here. It is soundproof, an improvement on your story don't you think?" He comments. 

Chills run up my spine at his words.

"Who are you?" I manage to say. 

He instantly slaps my face. The tears start again. 

"However, you may only speak when I say so," he warns. "I love seeing your tears. I hope to see plenty more as the night continues. You could probably use a sip of water." 

He moves a straw to my lips and I drink. He moves away, if my story is any indication I know what comes next.

Sure enough a wand comes out, I start crying harder. 

"You are right, making the victim cum during a rape probably adds to the humiliation and shame. I am so happy you have added it to every single story," he says as the cool wand touches my clit. 

I close my eyes, he slaps my thigh hard. 

"Look in my eyes Lacy, I want to see when you know your body is betraying you." He says cheerfully.

I slowly open my eyes and try and look anywhere but at him. Another hard slap to the thigh.

"My eyes Lacy, I want you to see who owns you." He states. 

I look into his eyes, they are green. How could a monster have green eyes? He smiles. 

"Good Girl, you like hearing that don't you?" He says. 

I ignore the question. He keeps slapping the same place, and it is really starting to smart. 

"I asked you a question Lacy, you need to answer now!" He exclaims.

I answer, "Never again."

He slaps me again. "I will keep doing this until you tell me you like it when Master calls you a good girl"

I bite my lip. He can't make me say it. His hand comes down on my thigh again. I groan, but I won't tell him, I won't. 

I finally spit it out after the third slap. "I like it when Master calls me a good girl." 

I feel very defeated in this moment, is that all it takes me to cave? Six slaps to my burning thigh? 

"You don't get a good girl for that one Lacy. You should have said it the first time." He says with regret. 

I want to retort that I am heartbroken, but manage to stop myself. 

The wand goes on, I look at his eyes. I tell myself I won't orgasm, but I know it is only a matter of time. I resist the urge, biting my lip again; my poor lip is going to be very sore tomorrow morning, if I am still alive. 

The wand buzzes away, and he starts to finger me. 

"My Lacy is very wet, I don't think you can hold out much longer." He observes with a smirk.

He is right. I start to cum looking in his eyes, seeing the satisfaction until the orgasm reaches the intensity at which my eyes close. My tears are not stopping. I keep my eyes closed as he uses some rope to attach the wand to my clit. Another orgasm starts. I hate my body.

"Lacy, I told you to keep your eyes open, do you want more slaps?" He sounds frustrated.

I really don't, so I open them. He holds a wicked looking knife. He carefully edges it under my skirt then roughly cuts it off. He throws my skirt on the floor, moves up towards me and my blouse and bra soon follow. I could not feel more vulnerable, naked, being forced to orgasm for this monster. 

Once again, I know what is coming next. 

"Please don't," I say. 

"Lacy, Lacy, Lacy you know I have to, you wrote it just for me and you," he tells me "and because I know you hate this part I won't even punish you for speaking." 

I start to sob with the tears as the clovers come out. 

"Please, Please don't do it." I mumble.

He just smiles and opens one of the clamps. As the next orgasms starts, he clamps it down on a nipple. I scream and arch my back from the pain, and it actually intensifies my orgasm. I really hate my body. The orgasm subsides, and I see he is ready to place the second clamp. 

"I am going to do this one without an orgasm, since you misbehaved." He says evilly.

He clamps the other one and I scream again, this time only in pain. The pain in my nipples is especially intense in that unique way only clovers can achieve. 

He strips, his erect cock sticking out grossly. He unties my ankles from the bed and brings my legs up slowly. Again, I hate the knowledge of what is about to happen. I sob harder. He is about to violate me with his cock. 

"Lacy, I have thought about this moment so many times over the past months since I read your story and knew you wrote it for us," he tells me as he starts to dip his finger in my juices. 

He rubs them around my anus, getting more from my pussy and returning. He slips the finger into my ass, gently. Pulls it back out and uses his next biggest finger to repeat the process. 

"You are so beautiful Lacy. The fear, the tears, the orgasms, all for me" he says as he eases his cock into my pussy.

He holds it there for a second, soaking up my wetness then pulls it out. 

"I will wait until your next Orgasm. Let's see if we can help it along. CUM Lacy," He says, and of course I start to orgasm. 

His cock pushes itself deep into my ass, which is not ready for his size. I groan in pain, this pain is not intensifying my orgasm. 

"Good girl Lacy, isn't this fun? Just the way you wrote it." He says with obvious pleasure.

He does me the kindness of giving my body time to adjust. That also was not part of my story. Crap, did I just think kindness from him? That is a bad sign. 

Then he starts thrusting his cock into my ass, the movement causing more pain in the clamps on my breasts. I start up a round of orgasms, which only increase in intensity as he fucks me.

"So very tight Lacy," he says as he grunts his orgasm with a deep thrust.

My orgasms continue, he rips the clovers off my breasts and I scream. My body betrays me yet again with an intense orgasm. I am panting, the non-stop tears running down my face. Why didn't I end that story here? Why?

"Good, Good Girl Lacy, I am so very proud of you." He looks proud as he says this. 

He starts lubing up a butt plug that is about the width of his cock at the base. He is not gentle as he shoves it in. I moan and orgasm. My ass feels like it is going to split open. 

"See how good it feels to be truly owned, Lacy? I can tell you love this, and you will come to love me, and obey without being forced." He sounds very confident, creepy.

Not likely monster.

He walks away. I know what he is coming back with more humiliation. He brings out a fuck machine. I have not experienced one before, but have written about them. He briefly turns off the wand while he arranges the ropes to make access. The rope rubs against my sore thigh and I cry out. He smiles down at me, almost like a proud parent as he adjusts the machine. 

"This will start out slow Lacy. The speed will increase gradually." He states. 

He turns the machine on, and then turns the wand back on. I am being fucked by machines, made to orgasm by things that have no imagination. He again strays from my story, climbing into bed. He starts to massage blood back into my sore nipples, which causes more pain. He gently kisses them, then un-cuffs one wrist and massages my arm to get the blood flowing. I wish I could fight, but my body is too wrapped up in orgasmic tension. He re-cuffs my arm and repeats on the other arm. I know this ordeal is far from over, how is my body going to handle the rest? 

The orgasms continue, and he cuddles with me. He wipes at the sweat on my forehead with a cloth and gives me gentle kisses on my forehead and hair. I want to push him away. He wipes my tears and holds me as my body continues to convulse in orgasm after orgasm. The wand and machine are both working hard. He falls asleep. I feel so helpless, so exhausted. How long can this go on? 

After a while he wakes up. He gets up and gives me more water. This is good; I am so dehydrated my lips are cracking. He removes the fuck machine and the wand. The wand removal is not part of my story. My body is still convulsing in orgasm after-shocks. 

He removes the butt plug and replaces it with his cock. He puts his hands on my breasts as he massages them. The nipples are sore. 

"CUM, Lacy!" He orders.

My orgasms intensify again as I do as ordered. 

He says "Fuck, too soon" as he cums in my ass again. He stands there for a moment looking down at me. 

"Owning you is so overwhelming I can't seem to last very long. I am sure that will change over time Lacy," he says. 

Owning me? Doesn't he remember the story ends? He shows me a bigger plug then the last.

"No lube this time Lacy girl, you have two loads of my cum, your own juices and the lube from the last time. I know this will hurt, but you have to feel how much I own you." He grins at me as he says this. 

I can't even gather the energy to protest. How much longer can I last? Can I die from forced orgasms? He shoves it in, again the feeling of my ass splitting open. This time it makes me orgasm, the fullness of it. He smiles. 

I barely notice as he arranges a fresh wand on my clit and the fuck machine back on. He climbs back on the bed, and repeats what he did the last time. It is almost soothing this time as my body and mind drift into a world where the only thing is orgasms. Weaker orgasms, since I am so exhausted. I think he falls asleep, but can't be sure.

I am off in my own world when I feel the fuck machine stop and disappear. So does the rope and the wand, my clit is still vibrating and I am still riding waves of orgasms. Unexpectedly his cock enters my pussy instead of my ass.

"I had to get a taste of your hot wetness, so have only taken your ass twice. A little more deviation to our story Lacy; I consider it editing." He grins at his wit as he says. 

His cock enters me slowly this time, and I drift in and out of awareness. I am just sensations at this point. It seems to take him a lot longer to cum this time. His orgasm is loud and forceful. 

"See Lacy, you turn me on so much, I can come 3 times in a matter of hours. Just wait until we have all day Lacy girl." His statement is followed by a chuckle.

I am aware of him lifting my off the bed, and taking me back down stairs. This time he gently puts me in the van and wraps me in a warm blanket as I shiver. He kisses my forehead and starts the van. 

When I wake up, he is getting me out of the van in my own garage. He leads me to my bedroom and puts me to bed. Of course he knows where my house is, he seems to know everything about me. He climbs into bed next to me.

"Lacy, you won't go to the police you know. Here is the thing, you wrote the story to me, I know you did. It is enough for them to believe no rape occurred. You will not remove any of your stories; we have more to act out. When we are done, I get to keep you. I so look forward to that day." He whispers into my ear.

I really hope this is part of a dream. I drift to sleep with him next to me, those words haunting my mind. 

Early the next morning I wake to a rumble near my head. It is the kitten. My body is sore, and I realize that butt plug is still in. I don't have the energy now to do anything about it. I pull the kitten close to me, petting it, its purr a comfort. I try to forget what the next story is about.

What will Lacy face next?

Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 02



I am in my empty house. It has taken two months to arrange the sale, and find and buy a condo in a secure building. The movers have left and one of my friends who is an expert on security is here, so he can follow me and make sure no one follows me to my new place. Bonne Fille, my kitten, rubs my legs purring. She has been in hiding most of the day, the movers scaring her. I pick her up, scratch her ears and take a deep breath of kitten smell. I look around one last time at my empty house, and all the dreams I had for my future while living here.

My friend asks if I am ready, and I say yes. I get in my car and he follows me. We get to my new building; use my new security code to get into the parking lot. My friend meets me in the lobby. He wants to make sure my condo is empty. We take the elevator up and enter the condo. So many boxes to unpack. He inspects the apartment, and gets ready to leave.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me what has you so spooked you went to all this trouble and moved?" he asks.

I blush and look down, I almost burst into tears. Yes I want to talk to someone, but I can't. The shame, the humiliation, are just something I cannot share. Even if he did know about the erotica I write.

"No, Tom. I really appreciate all the support, but I can't talk about it."

"Well if you change your mind, I am here for you. This is the most secure building in town, so you should be safe here." I kiss him on the cheek and he leaves.

The last two months have been hellish. Little sleep, trying to figure out ways to stop the monster that kidnapped and raped me. I had changed all the locks in my house, and the garage door opener, but still did not feel safe. I talked to Tom and we came up with this alternative.

I grab a half full bottle of white wine and pour myself a glass. I walk over to the sliding door, and look out of the sliding glass window that leads to my balcony. The sun is setting and the lights are starting to go on all over town. It is a beautiful view.

I hold up my wine glass in a toast and say "Here is to the feeling of safety". I take a big gulp of the wine. It tastes a little off, but I attribute that to my mood, and drink down the rest. I stand there enjoying the view a little longer. Suddenly exhausted, I am glad we set up the bed earlier so I can sleep. I turn around to head to the bedroom, the movement makes me dizzy and the wine glass slips out of my hand as I fall to the floor. Everything is fuzzy and I hear a noise in the condo as my vision starts to go dark. This can't be good.

My brain does not seem to be working right. I am cold, I try to move a hand to my head, which seems to have an injury, but my hands won't move. I realize they are bound behind my back. Oh my god, don't let this be happening again.

Then the voice I am hoping not to hear says "Lacy my girl, I am so disappointed in you. You do realize we have to go off script; you have been a very bad girl. All the efforts to keep me away from you. I was very frustrated, so now you must pay."

I start to shiver, warm tears start. I am terrified. The last time he had control of me was horrible; violent. Where did I go wrong? I thought I was safe now.

"Please don't hurt me, I will be good and do whatever you want, just don't hurt me this time."

"Lacy my girl, you wrote the stories for us. We have to go through them all before I can claim you as mine. By then you will be so well trained you will never disobey me. We will be so happy. For now we must stick to your script, except for the edits I make. The first edit is your punishment. I am really sorry Lacy, I don't enjoy causing you intense pain. I am looking forward to the day that the only pain I give you is fun for both of us, Lacy."

Oh my god. He is sick.

"I will never be yours," I spit at him.

He slaps my face hard. "You will Lacy, and the more you argue and talk back, the harsher your punishment will be. I think you should stop now, Lacy."

I don't want to stop. I want to rage and spit vile words at him. But I do stop. I can only guess at how violent any defiance will make him. He is so rough with me without the anger.

"Good girl Lacy. Good girl," he says "Now, lay your head and chest on the floor with your ass in the air Lacy."

My eyes go wide, why the hell are we in the bathroom?

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

"Simple Lacy, I am going to give you a nice cleansing enema, stick a plug in your ass. Then paddle your ass." he shows me a paddle with little holes in it.

"No, please, no. I will be a good girl. I promise," I beg.

"Lacy it is way too late for that. You want to avoid this in the future, don't make it so hard to get to you. Now silence, so I don't have to gag you."

I lay there. What is the point of cooperating with him? This is hopeless.

The paddle comes down on my outer thigh. The stinging pain is intense. I quickly obey; I hate myself for being so weak. He starts whistling a happy tune as he rubs lube on me. He rubs for a long time, and I feel a finger enter me.

"So tight Lacy, I wish we didn't have to do this, I would love to just be able to fuck you as you scripted."

I want to say "you don't have to", but I keep my mouth shut. I would beg him to fuck me, fuck me now anyway he wants, just not to do this.

I feel the tip of the enema tube at the opening, he slowly pushes it in. Warm liquid fills my bowels, he is doing it quickly and the cramping is overwhelming. I let out a cry.

"That's it Lacy, go ahead. You can let your pain out. I want to hear that my punishment is effective," he says. "Your moans will make me hard, Lacy girl... since I know this will bring you that much closer to obeying me."

The stomach cramps are so intense, the liquid keeps filling me. How much can possibly go in? I am sobbing now from the pain. He pulls the enema out, and shoves a plug in. The pain of the plug is mild compared to the cramping.

"OK Lacy, we need to get this over with quickly so you can release, we don't want any accidents in your new bathroom. As incentive to hold it in like a good girl, you will have to use your tongue to clean any mess up. Now you get 10 hard paddle strokes. You will count each one, and thank me. Got it?"

This guy is sick, so very sick.

The paddle comes down for the first time. I yelp in pain. He is not holding back, it hurts so bad. The cramps, the plug being hit. I feel it through my entire body. I am sobbing, nine more to go? I could not see how anything could be worse than last time, I was wrong.

"One, thank you."

Whack, the paddle comes down again. I yell. The pain is worse than the last time. "Two, Thank you."

Whack; yell. My bottom is burning and stinging. At least the stomach cramps are subsiding.

We get to seven, and I am sobbing and begging for him to stop, just stop please.

Whack. Scream. I think the butt plug must be pushed all the way in. Suddenly I really need to use the toilet.

"Eight, Thank you."

Whack. The pain is unbearable. Why me? The urge to dispel is so intense. I clench my butt, hoping it helps.

"Nine, Thank you" I am not sure I can do it, I am worried the last one will hurt so much that I will let it go without meaning to.

Whack. I scream. I manage to hold it in, the pain from the plug pushing in, and my urge to expel adding so much pressure. I can't speak.

He grabs under my arms and puts me on the toilet. Tears and snot are running down my face.

I look up at him "What about the plug?"

"Push it out Lacy, push it out..."

My body does not even wait for him to finish, pushing it out hurts more than when it went in, but I push.

He strips off his clothes then stands there and stares at me, smiling. His cock looks rock hard. Sick monster.

When I am finally finished, he starts a shower. I can't stop the tears.

He helps me into the shower and very gently bathes me. He kisses away my tears, while shampooing my hair. I want to pull away. We get out of the shower and he dries me off. He turns me around and frees my hands.

"Lacy, have you learned your lesson?" he asks.

"Yes" I say.

"From now on, everything you say to me must have the word 'Master'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master" I sob out.

"Good Girl Lacy, good girl. Now I will make a deal with you. I will make some adjustments to accommodate your pain. One of those will be that I will not bind you. However, if you move your punishment will be harsher. Deal?

"Yes please, master" Bastard, he is making me feel gratitude for this small thing.

"You know Lacy, I have decided not to follow the story tonight. We will enjoy that next time." he says.

"Yes, Master." I say. More gratitude, God damn him!

"Go kneel in your bedroom, hands behind your head."

"Yes, Master." I feel like a robot, saying the same thing over and over but I do as ordered, hating myself more.

I should try to run. I should throw something at him. I should get the pepper spray from my purse. I don't though, he scares me. I don't want to face the consequences. I am looking down at the floor, when he approaches.

"Well Lacy, I am sorry. I can't use the rope to keep the wand on your clit, so your orgasms will just have to wait."

"Really Master, we can skip those this time." There is a pleading note in my voice.

"Oh no Lacy, we really can't but it will wait."

He reaches a hand down and feels my pussy. Oh my god, it is wet. What the hell?

"See Lacy, your body knows."

"Now slut, suck my cock, eyes on mine" he says as he pulls my head roughly to him.

I try, but he is really not letting me. He is fucking my face hard. His hand pulls my head towards him, I choke and gag. Whenever I forget to look him in the eyes, when he is on an outward stroke, he pulls my hair. He is fucking my mouth so hard, I am afraid I am going to throw up. I start panicking. I can hardly breathe; tears and snot running down my face, his cock not giving me time to breathe.

He thrusts his cock deep inside of me, his warm disgusting cum fills my mouth. I try and push away and scratch. I can't breathe, my nose is squished against him, there is cum running out of my mouth. I grab his hips and try harder to push him away, scratching him in the process. He jumps back and I fall on the floor, gasping for breath, sobbing, his cum still spilling out. I curl up into a ball and sob.

A cool wet towel is cleaning off my face.

"I am sorry Lacy, no punishment for not swallowing. I needed you so badly, I didn't even think about your ability to breathe. It will never happen again."

No, no, no! Don't be nice to me monster, just don't. I want to feel nothing by hate and rage for you!

He gently helps me to my bed and, lies down next to me. I am still sobbing, but now it is in his chest. This is wrong in so many ways. Gently he rolls me on my back. He grabs a wand from the floor.

"No, please master. I can't take the intensity right now" I beg.

"OK Lacy" He puts it down. He spreads my legs, and moves his head towards my pussy. Oh my god, what is he doing?

His tongue comes out. I shudder in shock. I can't believe what is happening. He licks my clit, gently pulling it into his mouth and sucking it. He continues sucking gently, then more greedily, changing the pace often. He takes me to the edge of an orgasm, and then slows down. Finally, he gently slides two fingers in and tells me to cum while he resumes sucking my clit. My orgasm is mind blowing. I can't tell if the tears are still of pain and humiliation, or pleasure. This thought revolts me.

I am pushing myself into him, he pulls his mouth away. He slides his tongue up my body. His fingers still working my pussy. He orders me to cum every time my orgasm starts to ebb, and I am rolling from orgasm to orgasm. He pauses at my breasts, gently kissing and sucking. He finally reaches my face; I can't stop orgasming at this point. He looks at my eyes and fills me with his cock. I arch my back into him, hating him while taking pleasure from his body. We thrust in rhythm, starting out gently and moving more intensely as we continue. His cock feels so good, rubbing against my swollen clit with each stroke. I scream out my last orgasm as he fills me with his cum.

After a while he rolls off of me and pulls me into his arms. I am still crying, and my body tingles all over.

"I hate you Master," I whisper.

He strokes my hair back, "I know. But you won't much longer." He kisses my forehead and I fall asleep, exhausted.

Just like the first time, I wake up sometime early morning with Bonne Fille purring against me, I pull her close and cuddle with her as I fall back to sleep.

What will the next story bring Lacy?



Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 02.1



Lacy was feeling confident. There was no way he could pull the next story off. He would need her cooperation. He was not getting that.

She went to bed early, cuddling Bonne Fille as was her nightly habit, soft purrs helping her drift into sleep.

A light is switched on next to her reading chair, she startles awake. She doesn't want to look; she already knows who it is. She sits up, pulls her knees to her chest and looks at her painted toes. She wants to cry.

"Lacy my dear, have you ever wondered why I got you a kitten?" At this she looks up. Bonne Fille is on his lap. Her heart sinks. She now understands how he is going to get her to cooperate.

"Please master, don't say it," she whispers.

The second dreaded story is happening. The one where he is gentle and sweet. This is going to be worse than the violent ones, which feed her rage. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Lacy, Lacy tonight you call me "Daddy." You know how it goes, you wrote our script. Tonight will go exactly as scripted, Lacy my girl," he smiles at me, "I would like to point out that any deviation from the script might cause Bonne Fille to have an accident. Maybe even get under foot, and accidentally get stomped on."

Lacy starts crying, "Please don't hurt her, I will obey mas... Daddy."

"Good girl Lacy, good way to start." He gives a wicked grin. "Now let's see, I believe at the beginning of your story you were in tears, too. You had been naughty and about to be punished."

He moves over to the bed, and sits on the end.

"Strip for me now," he orders.

As in my story, I stand before him. Head lowered, I pull off my panties first, then my sleep shirt. He is silent for several minutes.

"Come here, Lacy, over my knees to receive your punishment," he tells me.

I do as he requests. He rubs my bare ass cheeks as I cringe. "I do think we will skip the counting ritual, Lacy. Too much like last time. I don't want to spoil a gentle story."

His hand comes down hard on one cheek. I let out a cry; he rubs his hand over it, soothing the pain a bit.

"Perfect handprint Lacy, just perfect," he says.

His hand comes down hard on the other side. He rubs again, soothing. As he rubs, he goes off script in a surprising way. His hand moves to my inner thigh, a whisper of it touching my wet pussy. He can't see the blush that coats my face.

He rubs the other thigh, again the barest hint of something touching my clit. Multiple fingers suddenly start probing my pussy. Exploring it, rubbing and turning as if to map which spots get more reaction.

Then the fingers are gone and a hand comes down hard again. This time my cry is both pain and pleasure. His soothing hand rubs again. Stinging slap on the other side, more rubs to soothe. Then his fingers are in me again. I moan; my stinging ass, a contrast to the pleasure.

He fucks me hard with his fingers, and then slows down, his fingers deep inside of me touching those areas he explored before, slow gentle fucking again. His rough thumb starts rubbing my clit. I am on the edge of orgasm. He pulls out and I groan. Suddenly his fingers are back, and I orgasm immediately.

The spanking starts again, and after another orgasm. He tells me to go stand in the corner and I do. I can hear him undress, then silence.

Finally he tells me to return, and I am dreading the next part.

"You know what happens next Lacy?" he says softly.

I do know, I get back over his knees and he massages my ass a little more. Then he starts in with the belt. I start crying after the second hit and beg him to stop.

"You know. I can't Lacy, you wrote seven," he says. Bastard! Now he sticks to the script?

The next few minutes are horrible. I cry and beg and he keeps on hitting with the belt. After a painful eternity it stops. He rubs my burning ass, while I try to get my sobs under control.

He pulls me up and lays me on the bed. He tells me to extend my hands over my head, and I do. He ties the ribbon in a bow around my wrists, symbolic really, of restraint.

He climbs on top of me and gently starts making love to me while switching between kissing my tears and my mouth. I am non-stop orgasms as he makes love to me. I wish he would stick to the animalistic fucking.

He stops for a moment and looks me in the eyes.

"Say it, Lacy, it is in the script," he whispers.

I hate him, I hate that he is being gentle and sweet. This hate is different than the burning rage I usually feel.

I say the dreaded words, while looking him in the eyes "I love you, Daddy."

He says "I love you too, Lacy." He takes possession of my mouth and thrusts his cock deep inside of me and cums.



Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 03.1



This room must be air conditioned because it keeps getting colder. I try to curl as much of my body as possible around Bonne Fille. I want to fall asleep but I can't because of the cold, I have been crying for what seems like hours. 

The door is opened, and a light is turned on. I blink my eyes in the sudden bright light. He sees me on the bed.

"Lacy you have goose bumps, I am so sorry." he says as he walks towards me. 

"Stay away from me. I hate you." I yell at him, I sound like I am ten years old. 

"Lacy it's ok, I just want to let you loose to go to the bathroom." he tells me.

Of course I have to pee. He untied my collar from the rope, and unfastens the cuffs from the collar. I rub my arms and legs, then walk over to the bathroom.

"Leave the door open Lacy." he says.

Great, how can I pee with him listening? I am still freezing. I hear him getting something from where he stashed the bags. Finally I am able to pee, I come out and wash my hands.

I turn around and find him right behind me, he folds me in his arms and gives me a deep passionate kiss. I am so stupidly emotional, I start crying. I hate him, but his kiss makes me melt. Damn him for being such a good kisser.

He leads me to the bed where there is now a fluffy down comforter, which makes me cry harder. What is wrong with me?

He tucks me under the comforter, and quickly gets undressed. He climbs into the bed with me, puts his arms around me. He starts stroking my hair, and kissing away the tears. 

"Lacy I can't wait for our stories to be finished, so you will be with me forever." he whispers.

His kisses move down my body, slowly on my neck, which gives me chills. Along my breastbone he starts to use his tongue. One of his hands slides down in between my legs and He starts fingering my pussy. My pelvis pushes into his finger and he inserts another one.

I need to feel the intimacy of making love, of his body on top of mine.

"Please, master." I whisper

In response He starts rubbing my clit with his thumb. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and runs his tongue around it, then he flicks it with his tongue and bites down gently. I cum with the bite, thrusting toward his fingers with abandon.

"Please, master take me. I need to feel you inside of me please." I beg.

He looks into my eyes and says "Lacy, I need to give attetion to your other breast, and hearing that makes it very hard to concentrate!"

I push my pelvis further onto his hand, he moves to the next nipple, flicks it repeatedly as he continues working my pussy. I start having multiple orgasms as he sucks my nipple and then gently bites down on it.

He rolls on top of me, looks me in the eyes as he enters me. I push my pussy up to greet his cock and orgasm again. 

He owns my mouth with his tongue. He invades my mouth with a roughness as his cock is much more gentle with my pussy. 

He pulls his head up and looks me in the eyes and fills my womb with his seed. I push up against him in one last intense orgasm.

He pulls me close to his body.

"I love you my Lacy. I own you, and tomorrow we follow the script." he whispers "The one we see what a true whore you are."

I shudder. Bonne fille curls up against My head. I think with dread about tomorrow's story; in which the victim is fucked by a new man every train stop.



Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 03



I am being particular indecisive, should I find a new home for Bonne Fille? Then he can't use the kitten against me. I have been anti-social since my ordeals started, she is my only comfort. Surely, I should find a good home for her.

I also need to figure out how to work my next stories to my advantage. What should I do, make it so public that he can't possibly go through with it? Try to twist it into a trap? What kind of trap? I hate him, but enough to do him permanent harm? I have been pondering this, and have yet to come up with any ideas. Only 4 more stories.

Maybe I should go on the offensive, since he reads my stories. I should check all the comments and see if I can identify who he is. Since it has only been a couple days, I am sure I have time before the next attack. The next story will be much harder to pull off, unless he goes way off script. He will also have limited resources, since the location has challenges, how will he compensate?

My phone rings, it is the doorman, I have a package downstairs. Probably a messenger from work. I decide to go down and get it, I leave and lock the door behind me. I have barely left my apartment since I moved in, re-negotiating with work to be able to work from home.

I take the elevator down stairs, and get the package. It does not look like a something from work. I decide to open it there. A dozen red roses, who can this be from? 

I open the note "Go upstairs and pack an overnight bag. I have taken Bonne Fille, and will be outside your building's door in 30 minutes." 

Crap! I rush to the elevator and take it up to my floor. My front door now open a crack. Damn! I go in throw the roses on a kitchen counter, and search for Bonne Fille. I waste 15 minutes searching for her, even though I know she is gone.

Finally, I rush to pack a bag. Damn! Looks like he arranged the next one. Is there any way to get out of it? At least this story is not too violent.

I rush, there is a sporty car in front of the building. He gets out, he is wearing sun glasses. I notice for the first time that he is actually attractive. No, I will not think like that, he is a monster.

He opens the car door for me and takes my bag. He covers the open door with his body, grabs my wrist and zip ties my wrist to the door handle. I glare at him, he just smiles.

He gets in and we drive off. I hear Bonne Fille mewing from the trunk.

"Have you hurt her?" I spit out in anger.

"No Lacy, not as long as you obey me. You know the rules." He replies.

"I never can predict what you are going to do, if I did I would not be here." I said.

He chuckles. "Lacy, you may ask any questions until we get to our destination, then you will only talk when you have my permission. Although, I must point out that you are not calling me master. This continues and I will have to add unscripted punishment."

The thing is, I can't think of anything to ask. My mind is mentally going over the story to see what pitfalls lie ahead.

Then some questions pop into my head.

"Why me? How do you know so much about me?" I reluctantly add "master" as softly as possible as a tiny rebellion.

"Lacy, why waste the time on silly questions?" he replies "You wrote those stories for us, you called to me. Remember? I am a very intelligent man, with lots of resources. Finding out everything I want to know about you is pretty easy."

"They are stories, complete figments of my imagination, not a call to anybody. master" I say

"Lacy, you just don't recognize yet that you called to me" He states.

"You don't have to do this, you should have just asked me on a date. Master" I reply.

"No Lacy, I need to prove I own you. I don't want there to be any negotiations or argument, you called me and here I am." he states.

How can this crazy talk sound so reasonable coming from him?

"Lacy, there is a bottle on the floor, you need to drink the contents"

"No master" I reply.

He chuckles "Lacy, why do you fight the inevitable? I know where there are a bunch of speed bumps nearby. Shall I give Bonne Fille some adventure?"

I glare at him, then grab the bottle. "What is it?"

"Rum, with a little bit of coke" he replies.

"Why master?" I ask.

"I didn't want to use chloroform, Lacy. Too hard to explain. A drunk girlfriend seems easier to explain." He tells me.

"I am not your girlfriend, master" I say.

"Oh, should I explain you are my slave?" He asks.

At that I go into a sulky silence, slowly sipping the rum. My stomach is burning.

"Hurry up, Lacy. I want to get you to privacy. The speed bumps are really close" he says

What the hell, I guzzle it down. I burp, which, of course makes me blush. 

"Excuse me master." I say.

Why is adding master getting so easy?

I lay my head against the seat, the rum is really kicking in. I hope I don't throw up.

We arrive at the train station, oh boy. Here we go.

He gets out and a man meets him. They talk, he pops open the trunk and the man grabs the bags and a cat carrier, he loads them on a cart then gets two more bags out. Seeing how much stuff he has makes my stomach drop, as usual, he came prepared.

The man with the cart, moves away and talks to another station employee. The second guy walks over.

I am feeling a tad dizzy, master walks around and opens my door. He cuts the zip tie and helps me out of the car. I stumble a bit, and he puts an arm around me.

I am unsteady on my feet, and see why he thought the rum was a good idea.

"What is your real name?" I ask, and don't add master in public.

The cart guy gives me a funny look.

Master looks at chuckles and says "My girlfriend get so silly when she drinks."

He pinches me hard in warning. I wonder what would happen if I stomped on his foot. However, I would probably lose my balance. As if on cue, Bonne Fille mews from the cat kennel, reminding me what is at risk.

I start hiccuping, which is enough of a distraction to keep me busy while we walk.

We board a train, and master talks to the conductor. We are directed to a door at the end of the train, master grips his arm tighter around me and pulls me down the hall.

I try and slow my steps, but he doesn't let me. We enter a small room. It has a sink, a big window and two big seats next to the window. The bag guy unloads the cart and master tips him.

"Go use the restroom Lacy," he orders "you may be tied up for awhile, literally" He gives me an evil grin. Lovely.

He points me to a door behind the sink, I go use the restroom. When I come out I find that the curtains are closed and the beds are down. There are two of them, a double on bottom and a twin on top. As I wash my hands, I wonder if I can just hide in the bathroom.

"We are not supposed to have pets on here, but a couple of hundred dollars in tips takes care of that issue." He says, as he ties a rope to the ladder. "Get undressed Lacy"

Maybe it is the Rum, but I am feeling extra brave. "No" I say.

"Lacy don't be difficult, you know this part isn't in the script. The story has her wake up already naked and restrained." he says.

"No" I say, then hiccup.

He grabs my wrist twisting it as he pulls me close. 

He grabs my hair, and pulls hard, and says "Lacy, I have been pretty nice up to this point, do you want to bring out my mean side? You are disobeying and forgetting to call me master."

I struggle with him, trying to get away, I know what happens once I am bound. I will not get much time unbound for the next couple of days.

A look of anger flashes across his face, he grabs me neck and starts squeezing.

"no, no, no... " I say as I scratch at his hands and can feel my nails digging in. 

He squeezes harder, and I can't get any more words out. I am panicking, is he going to kill me in anger. I feel my so dizzy, the world is going black.

My last thought as I black out is "why do I always make things worse for myself."

I wake up with a slight headache, he must have used a drug because I was out for a long time. I am still fully dressed, I am bound, I have cuffs on both ankles, and both wrists which are currently attached to the collar I am now wearing. I am also gagged, and the collar is tied to the ladder going to the top bunk.

He notices I am awake and says, "About time Lacy. I am very angry with you. You now have bruises across your throat. I don't want to see that while I am fucking you"

I just stare at him. He is holding a sharp knife, that looks a lot the one he used the first time. He comes over to the bed, and starts a small cut in my pants. He roughly tears them off of me. I try to back away, but he grabs my throat again and holds me down as he makes a small cut in my blouse, and rips it off. I am getting scared, he has never seemed out of control before. He cuts my bra off of me. I am now only in my under wear. He rips my panties off and throws them on the floor.

He pulls my leg so there is enough room for him to get in between my thighs. He unzips his pants and is not wearing anything under them. His cock is rock hard, and he roughly thrusts it into me. His zipper scratches my thighs as he fucks me like mad. He bites into my neck. I am trying to move away from him, and tell him I am sorry and won't do it again, but the gag is stopping me. His rage is palpable as he takes it out on my pussy, he keeps up the biting, it is going to bruise.

"See Bitch, I own you. You will not continue to be disobedient or you will pay the price." He snarls, as he bites down on my nipple. 

I arch my back in pain, and his thrust is so hard it pushes me right back down.

I am starting to panic, the gag making it hard to breathe. Master on top of me, sweat dripping on me, the enclosed space. I start moving my body trying to throw him off so I can breathe, but it doesn't work. It drives him to fuck me harder than I thought possible. Suddenly he slaps my face hard.

"Do you understand, Bitch? This is not a game. I OWN YOU! You are mine and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. I can always find you, and I can always take you." he growls the words at me.

I am truly frightened he may seriously hurt me, a feeling I have not had since the first time. My panicked movements are getting more frantic. He slaps the other side of my face even harder.

I start crying and give up the fight for this round. He pounds into me, pushing me into the bed. His teeth sink into the other side of my neck. I moan in pain into my gag. He grunts and stiffens as he fills me with cum.

He pushes himself off of me, and zips his pants up. He shoves some fingers in my pussy.

"You Slut, your cunt is wet, you like being fucked in anger. Clearly I need to make it more painful next time." He says.

He turns out the lights and leaves the room slamming the door shut.

I start sobbing, in the dark, cold because I don't have a blanket over me. Bonne Fille climes up next to me and curls up, I desperately want to cuddle with her, but can't due to the binds.

This is only the beginning of the weekend...



Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 03.2



The next morning master unbinds me, tells me to use the bathroom. When I come out I am told to bend over the bed so my ass is in the air. He generously lubes up my ass, and I feel a butt plug going in. This is followed by a dildo in my pussy. I have to lift my legs one at a time so he can put a tight thong on.

"There we go, no danger of them slipping out if you get too wet Lacy." he says

Suddenly I feel electric sharp pains in my ass and pussy. I orgasm hard. I am startled and fall half on the bed and half on the floor.

"What the hell was that?" I say. 

The sharp pains and orgasms happen again!

"Lacy, please remember to address me as master." He says with a smile. "I attached an electrode to the toys, I have a remote control. We are going out in public, I want you to behave. I can increase the intensity and the length of time if you don't. Now get dressed."

"How master?" I ask

Pain and orgasm again. 

"Lacy, that is none of your business." he says. 

I put on a blouse and jeans. He grabs one of my arms and leads me to the door.

"Now behave Lacy, or you will be punished." He says as he opens the door

"Where are we going?" I ask

"To take a shower, and then to breakfast. You need to clean up and I thought you could use the break from the room for a bit. You will be spending a lot of time in there today, tied to the bed and fucked." he says.

I blush, hoping no one else could hear us. He takes me down some stairs and into a very tiny bathroom with a shower.

"Undress Lacy and take a shower." he tells me. 

I wordlessly do what he says. I hate this, I hate him. I want to be back home in bed under my down comforter. I turn on the water wash and condition my hair. As I lather up my breasts the pain and orgasms start again, this time it does not stop. I gasp and lean against the shower wall. The pleasure and pain are overwhelming, the warm water hitting me making my skin tingle. Suddenly it stops. I close my eyes and stay there for a minute, letting my body recover.

"Come on Lacy, we don't have all day. First stop is in less then an hour, we have a guest waiting." he says.

"Please don't do this master." I say.

"Lacy, Lacy it is in the script. Your wrote it." he says.

"You change the damn scripte whenever you feel like it master bastard, you can change it again." I spit out.

I am doubled over by the most intense pain and pleasure combinations yet. How can pain this bad be accompanied by orgasms? It goes on forever. I am gasping when it is finally over.

"Lacy that was a very bad girl thing to say, I am ashamed at this minute to be your master." he says.

I am still having a hard time catching my breath, and hold back my response along the lines of then you can stop at any time. This would only get me punished. 

"I was going to dry you off as a special treat, Lacy my girl. You lost that privilege, now dry off and get those clothes back on." he tells me.

I dry off, and then get dressed again. The stupid thong, is so tight. My pussy is very wet, I am sure if anyone looks close they can see wet on my jeans. This thought makes me blush.

"Here is what we are going to do Lacy, we are going to the dining car to have breakfast. While there we will have a conversation like a normal loving couple, is that understood." he instructs me.

"Yes, master." my words come out extra sugery. 

If I can't say what I want to say, I am going to put my own brand of sarcasm on them.

"Good Girl, Lacy." he says with a sardonic smile. 

I think he is just choosing to ignore my sarcasm, sadly he is to clever not to understand it. We make our way to the dining car, the thong rubbing against my clit making it hard to think of anything else. 

When we get there, master asks for us to be seated next to each other. He has me get in first, so I am next to the window and can't leave with out him moving. He starts minor chit chat as we sit there, he orders breakfast for us. bacon, cheese and mushroom omelets. I stick my tongue out behind his head when he is ordering. The water laughs, and luckily I stick my tongue back in before master turns around. Like I can't order for myself, bastard.

When he is done ordering, he turns towards me, puts his arm around me and whispers "I know you did something Lacy. this time I am going to nibble on your ear as I Punish you, remember to keep quiet."

He starts gently biting and licking my ears, shivers run down my spine. It feels so good, I find my self getting wetter. Then the punishment starts. I close my eyes and bite my lip to avoid making any noise. I push back against masters arm and the seat trying to keep my reaction under control. 

My ass and pussy are throbbing with electrical sensations that run through my entire body. I start to break into a sweat as it keeps going. Master stops nibbling my ear, and I hear voices. The electrical throbbing gets more intense as I try to maintain the semblance of control. Master tightens his arm and pulls me closer to him, helping me to maintain.

It finally stops. I keep my eyes closed, and my lip between my teeth as I try to get my body and emotions under control. When I finally open my eyes, I see a couple seated at the table with us. Crap! Could this get any more potentially embarrassing? I blush deeply and look down at my plate. Master makes small talk with the couples as the food finally arrives.



Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 03.3



We get back to the train car, and Master tells me to use the restroom. I do, but it is very uncomfortable with the butt plug and the dildo in. I come out, and Master gives me a deep kiss.

"Be a good girl today Lacy." he says "now get on the bed so I can bind you, it is almost show time."

A ball of dread is in my stomach, but I know it is futile to argue. I wish I could take something to just sleep the day away, I don't want to know what is happening. He binds me, but this time he manages to bind my legs spread eagle. He then puts on wand on my clit, somehow using the thong to keep it in place. He turns on the electric toys on low, and I am orgasming instantly. My body is tense on the bed. 

I see a blindfold coming and I try to move away but it is useless. He secures it, it is very good I can't see a thing. Suddenly his lips are on mine, his tongue going deep into my mouth, then he moves to my breasts alternating between the two, licking and biting. My body is tense and then relaxed as the orgasms come in waves. He tells me to open my mouth. 

"No, please master, not a gag." I beg.

"Shush Lacy, we can't have other people hearing this. Now open up or you get pain." He tells me. 

I don't, I wont let him. Sharp pain in my nipple. Crap! Those must be clovers. He repeats the other side. My orgasms continue through the intense pain. I feel a painful tugging sensation, as he pulls the chain. I cave and open my mouth. What feels like a scarf is tied around my mouth, at least it is not a more intense gag. I feel the train slow, and he gently takes the clamps off. I bite my lip against the pain as he rubs my nipples.

"Remember Lacy, be a good girl, you don't want to embarrass me in front of our guests." He says. 

He places sound deafening headphones on my head. Oh my! I can't hear or see. The orgasms keep the panic from fully setting in, but the wand is taken away suddenly, as is the dildo. I am panting, the past few minutes have been so intense. Pain, pleasure and the loss of hearing and sight. I feel the train stop. I can't believe it he is really planning on going through with this. 

I can't hear or see anything, only the very faint electrical throb of the butt plug, which he left him. My body is starting to chill as the sweat gets cold. What is going to happen next? What will he let these people do to me? I am left completely in my head contemplating these thoughts for what seemed a long time. It was probably only minutes. 

One side of the headphones is lifted and I can hear a strange man's voice "Fuck, she looks hot bound like that. I can't wait to fill her with my load."

Master whispers "Have fun Lacy, today you are my whore."

The headphone is put back in place. I want to scream or say don't do this, but my protests only come out as a muffle. I feel a hot body between my legs, rough hands fondle my breasts, and plays with the nipple. It is so disorientating not been able to hear and see. All there is to focus on is the touch. I can feel a cock head on my pussy lips. It is slowly pushed in. Once it is all the way in, he just holds it there. 

I hate myself, here I am being fucked by a complete stranger and I start to orgasm. I know that it has more to do with the previous orgasms, then actual reactions to the situation. Then I notices something. Fuck! He is not wearing a condom, that is unscripted. What the hell is master thinking? I try to thrash and throw him off, but this must turn him on, because he puts his hand on the middle of my chest and holds me down and starts fucking my hard. I am still orgasming, and I am so ashamed of myself. 

I redouble my efforts to fight him, but again this just seems to excite him more. He must feel the gentle throb of the butt plug soon. He grinds down hard into me, and I can feel him cumming inside of me. He lays down on top of me for a few minutest then gets up. I am defeated, there is nothing I can do. I can't stop this day. I actually contemplate if there is any way I can hurt myself. I am too well bound. 

I feel my legs being unbound I curl into a ball and the comforter is placed over me. The right head phone is lifted and master whispers. Rest now Lacy, you have some time before the next stop. I am going to take our friend for a couple of drinks. He puts the headphone back, when I think they have left I start to sob. I have no idea how much time passes, finally my crying and the sway of the train lull me into a nap.

I am woken gently with soft kisses. I kick where I think he is, but miss. He grabs the leg I kicked with and binds it quickly. I kick with the other leg, and hit what must be his stomach. I get a sharp slap on my thigh, but that doesn't stop me from trying again. He grabs my other leg and tries to bind it, but I try and fight him. He gets it bound and gives me more slaps on my inner thigh. 

Then nothing, not even a reprimand. I feel fingers at my pussy and try to pull away, but I can't. The dildo goes back in and the electric throbbing starts up. I start to orgasm, and tears start. The blindfold is still wet and cold from my last round. The wand is placed back on my clit and is secured in place somehow. I continue to orgasm, I have never felt so helpless and violated. I can't do anything but sob and orgasm. 

I don't know how much time passes, but the wand is removed and so is the dildo. This time there is only silence, master doesn't say anything and I can't even tell who is in the room. Somebody gets between my legs and I notice an add texture, are those tights? I fill the head of something against my pussy. It doesn't feel right. Is it a strap on? It is quickly pushed in, the butt plug doing is steady throbbing and my breasts are fondled by what feels like silk gloved hands. I smell a whiff of perfume. It is a women this time!! She must be using a strap on. 

The orgasms continue as I cry harder. I am so humiliated. So ashamed, suddenly I realize, I am almost broken. I won't be broken, so I fight. I again try and throw the person off. My attempts are so pitiful, I am emotionally and physically exhausted. She pushes down on my breasts to still me and continues the assault with the strap on. My mind starts to drift, the emotional trauma and the physical pleasure are putting me in something like sub space, but not quite. I lay there and sob as she fucks me. 

Finally it is over. My legs are unbound, again. I curl up in a ball like last time, and the comforter is placed on my again. I continue to cry, I can't even really think at this point. Master doesn't say anything to me, there is just nothingness. I fall asleep much faster this time. 

When master comes back, I don't even fight. I let him bind me, let him start the pre-rape pleasure. I don't fight it. I push to lose myself in these orgasms, they are all I have. I lay there and focus all my energy to feel each part of the orgasms. The way my body tenses at the climax, and then relaxes until the pressure of orgasm starts its climb, and I can ride it again. 

All to soon the wand is gone and the dildo is removed. The next thing I feel is a cock thrusting into me, I didn't even feel him get on the bed. This time I continue to focus on the orgasm, even pushing into him to help the intensity. He fucks me, and I grind my hips into him. Suddenly the intensity of the butt plug is increased and the electrical throbbing is more intense. The muscle spasm must feel good to him because his cock stiffens. He cums inside of me. Have I just become the whore master wants? 

My legs are unbound yet again, and I curl up into a ball. The blanket is thrown over me. I start shaking and sobbing. I feel so dirty and used. He did it, he actually broke me. he let other people use me, which feels like the ultimate betrayal. A body climbs into bed with me. My hands are let lose, the headphones, gag and blindfold removed. I curl into his chest and sob. He strokes me gently, soothing words and soft kisses. He tells me I am a good girl, that I did a good job. I don't fucking care. 

I cry in his arms for at least an hour.

Finally I mumble "How could you do that to me? How could you let other people touch me. I hate you. I will never be yours." 

"Lacy, are you ok?" he asks, he almost sounds concerned. 

"No I am not ok. You let total strangers use me. You turned me into a whore, and I don't know how I can live with myself now." I sob.

"Lacy, you wrote it for us." he explains.

"No you bastard, I wrote it for money, for an erotica site. I never, ever dreamed some sick asshole would take it as a script." I am crying harder now. 

I hate this, I hate that I am showing so much vulnerability to this bastard who just did something unthinkable to me. He continues to soothe, caress, and gently kiss me. 

"Lacy, I wasn't going to tell you this, but it was me all three times." he says. 

I am stunned. How? 

"I wouldn't let anyone else touch you, Lacy. You are mine." he tells me. 

I start crying historically, he let me believe I was being used by three different people. 

"How could you do that? Do you have any idea what that did to me emotionally? I actually thought about harming myself just to get it to stop." I sob. 

I start to hyperventilate, my sobs just getting heavier and more intense. I get panicky I can't breath. He gets out of bed, I pay no attention. I am lost in my pain and panic. I feel the sharp sting of a needle in my arm, what the hell? Then there is nothing. 

I wake up in my own bed, he is there with me. Stroking my hair. Whispering to me how sorry he was, he didn't mean to hurt me like this. The script had another day on the train, I don't even feel relieved it is over. I am numb, I just don't care.



Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 04



I wake up to the sound of someone entering my condo. I know who it is, always master. Especially this time of evening, when he brings dinner for me and makes sure I actually eat it. This is the only time I eat all day, why bother? A week has gone by since the train incident. I am listless; I stay in bed for the most of the day.

He doesn't come directly to the bedroom, like he usual does. I drift back to sleep. I don't know how long it has been; master is gently shaking me awake.

"Come on Lacy, time to take a shower." He tells me, "Time for the next story you wrote."

"No!" I say.

"Lacy, you have not been out of this bed for a week; it is time to come out and start living again. I can't think of a better way to start than story four. You were so clever in the timing of your scripts; they have worked out perfect for me." He tells me. 

"Fuck you; they are not scripts they are stories I wrote. They are fiction; you sick pervert. I hate you!" I say angrily.

Yes, anger is good. I need anger. 

"Lacy, why are you forcing me to be a monster in this? I don't like threatening Bonne Fille, but in this case I don't think I have a choice. I am betting you won't respond well to physical punishment right this second. So we will deal with punishment for your impertinence later." He tells me.

I think this over; I don't think he would really hurt my kitten. However, I am not positive, so probably best not to continue defying him. Besides, story four is gentle, he has done a lot worse. I sigh and get out of bed.

"You have 20 minutes to shower, that should give you plenty of time." He instructs me.

He turns to head back to the kitchen; I stick my tongue out at his back. I feel a little bit better. 

I get into the shower and take my time washing myself. It has, after all, been over a week since I showered. Why didn't I do this before, the warm water feels so good. I stay in the shower until the water runs cold. I put on a robe and wrap my hair in a towel. 

I walk out of the bathroom, and he is there waiting. He gives me a look that says I will pay for this later. 

He walks over to me, and helps dry me off. He sits me on the bed, and goes over to the chair where there is a bag. He takes something out of the bag, and comes over to me.

"Lift your arms; Lacy stand up." He tells me. 

I do, and he slips on a silky black dress on me. He smooth's the dress down my body. I can't help it; my body reacts and I can feel myself getting wet. 

He leads me to the dining area; there is a table set with candles and two place settings. The dishes are covered. He pulls out my chair for me, and I sit. He sits across from me, and pulls the lid of the plate. I look down. It looks like Chicken Cordon Blue, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and a side salad. It all looks homemade. 

I look at him shocked "You know how to cook?" I ask.

"Yes, Lacy. I own several restaurants. I started small and it grew." He tells me. 

"Then how can be here every night?" I ask.

"That is what employees are for, Lacy." He states.

Something behind me grabs his attention, I look and Bonne Fille is playing with a toy I have never seen. 

"Bribing her with catnip?" I say. 

"Yup, white wine for you, cat nip for her." He says. 

"Would you really hurt her?" I ask.

He gives me a hard look "What do you think. Lacy?"

This is a question I am not sure how to answer; I like to think he wouldn't, however; if it was the only way to get me to cooperate? I change the topic to a cute thing Bonne Fille had done earlier in the week. We spend the rest of the dinner, laughing at different things. We drank wine, and he uses every opportunity to touch me. 

I am feeling warm and happy; I know I shouldn't be. The wine has me so relaxed; I can't help it. He starts clearing the table, I get up to help but he sits me back down and pours another glass of wine. Once he is finished clearing the table; he pulls me up. He lays me on the table. 

"Time for Dessert, Lacy! Your favorite chocolate mousse." he says.

He pulls out a huge bowl of it next to me. He runs an index finger, skimming the mousse, and puts the tip on my lips. It smells heavenly. I stick my tongue out and look him in the eyes as I slowly like the mousse off his finger. Finally, I take his whole finger in my mouth and suck for a minute.

He slowly withdraws his finger; moves between my thighs, pushing my dress up. I can feel his hard on through his pants. He bends over and kisses me deeply. 

He runs his hands up my thighs, and pushes my dress up, he pulls me into a stand. His hands continues sliding his hands up my sides. Shivers run down my spine. He kisses me deeply again as his hands reach my breasts. My heart stops, my stomach drops, and I can't seem to catch my breath. How can this man make me feel this way?

He finally stops the kiss, and pulls the dress off. He pushes me back on the table. 

He dabs some mousse on my nose and licks it off, Yum! He takes another index finger rub, and I repeat the very slow lick, then sucking for a minute.

"One for you; one for me. I think I got the better deal on that one." He says.

He kisses down to my breasts and covers both nipples with the cold mousse. He slowly licks it off the first nipple, then sucks on it for a minute. He starts licking the second nipple.

"Hey, where is my mousse?" I ask.

"Your breasts count as one, remember you scripted it." He informs me. 

Darn! Why didn't I write that in? I think about reminding him he has editing rights. I am distracted by sucking on the nipple, the warm contrast to the cold mousse is incredible. I arch my back, rubbing my pussy on his hard cock.

I finally get my mousse, lick it off slowly, and then suck every bit off his finger. He dabs mousse down my stomach as a path for his tongue, and slowly moves down. Again, I push my pussy up towards his face. He dabs my inner thighs without giving me any mousse, I don't care at this point. I want my pussy to get attention now. 

He rubs mousse on my clit and a little in my pussy opening. He starts licking my clit, and finally sucking it off. 

I orgasm, and hear my voice saying "Yes, yes, master. Please master more."

He licks the mousse out of my pussy. Then fingers me while working his dance on my clit again. I orgasm several more times. 

He finally gets undressed, put some mousse in his mouth, and thrust deeply into my pussy. He pulls my upper body up to him, and kisses me deep. He tastes of my juices and mousse. I cum again.

I lean back and brace my body with my arms and help him push deeper and faster. I grind my sopping pussy into him. He thrusts into me his cum filling me with warmth. I grind harder and cum again. 

We lay there for several minutes. Then he leads me to the shower, where we do a quick wash up to get the sticky off. We lay down in the bed. He pulls a box off the overnight stand, and pulls out a ruby and diamond bracelet.

"For my beautiful, Lacy. I love you." He says as he puts it on my wrist.

The words almost pop out, what am I thinking. I force myself to imagine the punishing next story, and know the punishment he promised earlier will be dealt out.



Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 05



Bonnie Fille and I have been alone in the condo for well over a week.  I have no idea what happened to Master.  He said he had a business trip; that would last about two weeks.  

However, he had arranged for food to be delivered.  Every night around 6:00 pm a very polite person would deliver food for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  I was eating very well.

I have tried to leave the condo several times, but chickened out at the last minute.  I have been turned into a depressed shut in, and I need to figure out how to get over it.  The trauma was imagined, it was all him.  So why am I struggling? 

I hit the button to publish story seven.  Will he follow the last story?  Just two more, plus number seven.  Then I will be free.   I decide to take a relaxing bath before the food gets here.  I have a little over an hour.  Story five won’t start until he gets back, but I am still nervous.  I carry pepper spray everywhere.  I have it in every room in the condo.  

Will I have the guts to use it?  Probably not, all it would do is make him mad.  I am really confused about my own feelings on the matter.  He is a monster, or at least a very delusional man.  However, I find myself missing him.  The dinners, the laughter, the times we made love.  I can’t think that way, story seven will end things definitively.  I need to focus on being rid of him. 

I climb into the hot bath, up to my neck in bubbles.  It feels so good, the warm water surrounding me.  My body completely relaxes and I close my eyes.  Suddenly the electricity goes out, it is dark and the heater stops.  I freeze.  I take some deep breaths and think, there is a storm so is possible that it went out naturally. 

I don’t believe this.  He must be here.  I get out of the tub, walking carefully so I don’t slip.  I grab a towel and my pepper spray.  The circuit breaker is in the master bed room closet, all I have to do is make it there.  To say I am not looking forward to five; would be an understatement. 

I carefully make me way by full to the master closet, where I have a flashlight stashed.  I am jumpy, waiting for him to grab me.  I turn on the light and focus it on the circuit breaker.  I open it, and it just likes like one flipped.  I un-flip it still feeling nervous.  Everything goes back on.  I let out a breath.  It has happened before, but it is pretty rare.
I tentatively look out the closet door, everything seems in order.  

I think I need a glass of wine, or a bottle to settle my nerves.  I start to walk across the room, and strong arms wrap around me, a gloved hand covers my mouth and a knife to my throat.  I panic and start to struggle, the knife is pressed deeper in my throat.  

Oh my gosh, it can’t be master, why would he wear gloves?  I start hyperventilating.  I am pushed towards the bed.  I find myself starting to cry, after all I have been through, now a stranger has me under his control.  The towel slips off, as he pushes me to the bed. 

He pushes me face down on the bed, pushing my head into it.   That is something master has done before, so maybe it is him.  I hear a belt being loosened and a zipper being undone.  Oh my god, he is going to rape me right here.  

 I hear some noise like something being opened, so at least he must be using a condom. As the thought goes through my head he puts his cock to my pussy lips and pushes himself in.  No condom, apparently it was lube.  He roughly fucks me until he stiffens and cums.  He holds me there for a few minutes. 

He roughly turns me over and claims my mouth with his.  It is master, I am so relieved I almost cry.  This is twisted, being relieved it is him.  While kissing me he grabs my wrists in one hand,  and pushes me up the bed.   He must have been busy because he has rope prepared, he ties my wrists together to the head board. 

“No, please, don’t do this one.  I have never done it before and I can’t take it master.  Please!” I beg with tears in my eyes.

“Lacy, you wrote the script.  I am just the person you wrote it for.”  He says.  “I love you Lacy, but I don’t want to hear you complaining while I am doing this.  So I think I will gag you this time.”

“NO! How can I tell you if you are going to fast and hard?” I am scared now. 

“I know you Lacy, I can tell by your reactions.  If I am unsure, I will un-gag you at that point.” He tells me.

I try to move my head so he can’t put the gag on, as usually it is a useless effort.  He loosely binds my feet to the bottom of the bed.   He puts two fluffy pillows under my butt, and gets out a harness for a wand. 

I close my eyes, I am dreading what is coming.  Can I handle it?  Well he take it all the way if I can’t.  I keep my eyes closed as he slips on the harness and turns the wand on.  The wand starts working it’s magic.  I can feel myself getting wet. 

“Let’s help you get warmed up Lacy.” he says.

He starts kissing and licking my neck.  Now that feels good, he tongues his way to the other side and moves up to my ear.  Nibbling my ear takes me to the edge of my first orgasm. 

“Cum for your master Lacy.” he whispers in my ear. 

I have an incredible intense orgasm for the first one.  I do arching my back as the orgasm rolls over me.  A realization strikes me, I love the control he has.  I love it when he tells me he owns me, that he is my master.  It intensifies my pleasure, especially since I didn’t come to him willingly.  He took what he wanted.  Could my stories have been scripts of what I wanted with out ever knowing?  No, now he is driving me to delusions.

He moves to my breasts, I thrust them towards him.  He continues to nibble, kiss and lick them.  My orgasms continue.  He slips his hand down to my pussy.

“I think we are ready to start Lacy.” he tells me.

Surprisingly, instead of it causing more anxiety, I cum again.  He moves down the bed, he gets some lube.   He starts with two fingers, fucking me.  I lose myself in orgasmic bliss.  He slides in a third, and fucks me with it more, then the fourth finger.  Waves of pleasure flow as I push my pelvis up trying to get him deeper. 

“You seem to like this Kitten.” He says. 

He gets the lube and pours it over his hand and my pussy, he starts a twisting motion.  Using his other hand to gently insert another finger.  He continues the twisting motion and I go wild.  It feels insanely good.  I want to beg for more, but the gag silences me.  I am covered in sweat.  

He puts a hand on my pelvis pushing it down, so I can’t thrust and to get him deeper.  

“We have to be careful kitten.  If I go to fast I can hurt you, one of the reasons I gagged you.  In case you beg for more before you are ready.  Based on how you are reacting, it seems like I made a good decision.” He gently tells me. 

He is right, I want it all.  Now.  The wand and his fingers driving me crazy.  I am all need and desire for more.  He is introducing me to pleasures I never imagined. 

With the twisting, he starts to add the tip of his thumb.  The pain of the gentle stretch drives me nuts, I never knew this time of pain could be pleasurable.  It is a unique pain, but so pleasurable in the current situation.  The sweat is now from both the pain and the pleasure. 

The twisting continues, slowly adding his thumb while he liberally uses more lube.  Why is he moving so slow?  I just want it shoved in all the way.  Since his free hand is currently busy with lube, I push driving his thumb all the way in with his other fingers.  I arch my back and scream through the gag.  It hurts, but it makes the pleasure more intense.

“Kitten, stop.  This has to go slow to make sure you are ready.  If you do that again, I will pull it out next time I get more lube.  Do you want that?”  He asks. 

I shake my head vigorously, my hair is actually wet due to the sweat.  God no, he can’t stop until it is all the way in.  Then it should stay there forever. 

He pulls his hand out a little bit, and starts the gentle twisting motion again.  My orgasms are so close together at this point, I can’t tell where one ends and another begins. 
He gently twists in deeper, the stretching pain again.  I orgasm so hard I almost pass out.

“Are you ready Kitten?  This next part should have my whole fist in you.”  He asks.

I nod my head.  Please, oh please. 

More twisting, oh so gently, twisting that feels so good.  All at once it slips in.  He continues the gentle twisting motion and I go out of my head, I am completely lost in bliss.  The sensations are amazing, his knuckles hitting my walls, the unique stretching pain.  The wand continuing to make my clit dance with joy.    

After a time I feel him start to pull out, I want to beg him not to.  The gag stops me.  I also realize, that while I am still having orgasms, I am feeling exhausted.  He leaves me there to wash his hands, my whole body feels like it is vibrating.  He comes back and undoes the binds, and takes of the wand harness. 

Orgasmic shudders still course through my body, as he pulls a thick comforter over us.  He holds me and gently strokes my hair.  The orgasmic aftershocks start to slow down, and I start shivering from the sweat that has cooled. 
I slowly and happily drift into sleep with him kissing and stroking my hair.  

“I love you Lacy.” He whispers “I am going to make you happy for the rest of your life.”



Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 06



(Copyright 2014 © by wants2beSassy) 

Master and I are going on vacation, this is part of how story six goes, but I am surprised. Story six is one I will enjoy. I thought he would "edit" our vacation. We drop Bonne Fille off at a cat vacation home, this must have cost master a fortune. 

We drive to the airport, we are going to Hawaii, I am excited. It will be my first time. I intentionally don't think about how being excited going on a vacation with this man is wrong. I don't acknowledge the insanity of this whole relationship. Story seven is next, and it will be The End. 

We get our boarding passes, and have lunch while we wait. I hate flying, so order a stiff drink. Drinks or anti-anxiety meds are a must with flights. Master tells the waitress, no stiff drink. Sprite, or something like that. I glare at him. 

"I can't fly without something to help my nerves. I really, really hate it." I tell him.

"Sorry kitten, not today." You can squeeze my hand instead.

"You can't do that, I really get panicky when I fly. Please." I beg. 

"No Lacy, trust me." He says "Eat your lunch, I will be back." 

He picks up our boarding passes and takes out his cell phone. He disappears into the crowd. 

What the heck is going on? 

Lunch comes, and I go ahead and eat it as I wait. He comes back after I am done and asks the waitress to box his up. He pays, and we leave. 

However, we are heading out of the airport. I look at him quizzically. 

"Change of plans Lacy. We are going to a resort we can drive too." He tells me.

I really don't understand what is going on, why is he so against meds or alcohol? He certainly has not had any problems with using either in the past. 

"Relax and enjoy the ride Lacy." He tells me, "we are going to the mountains instead. Today is story Six, tomorrow Story Seven. You will always and forever be mine."

I sit up as much as I can in the car. 

"Story Seven? But I am not ready for story seven master. You just can't." I say.

"Sorry Lacy, we are at the end." He tells me.

Oh my god, I am not ready for story seven. It is the end, the very end.

I lose myself thinking about all the implications. All the things I have left undone. My precious cat Bonne Fille. Tears silently run down my face, as I am regretting writing story seven. Why did I think it was a good idea? 

My seat suddenly moves back and reclines. This startles me, I look over at master and he grins. 

"I have some fun controls on my side kitten, take a nap and relax." He says. 

He pulls a pillow and blanket from the back seat. How does he always have everything he needs? I think he just does it to drive me crazy, since I am the opposite of organized. 

I am suddenly exhausted, so I do fall asleep. I slowly wake up several hours later to see we are in a small mountain town. 

Consulting his GPS master drives us to a lodge looking building. We go in and it is beautifully decorated with a log cabin feel. Master checks in and we are shown to our room. 

It is beautiful, huge four poster bed, a reading loft, a fireplace, a separate bathroom and shower. Then the thing that has me excited. A huge Jacuzzi tub surrounded by river rock. I can't wait for that!!

Master has scheduled a couples massage, so two massage therapist come in and set up. We go to the bathroom to undress, and come out in robes. The tables are ready, so we climb up and disrobe. I lay on my stomach, as the women massage therapist puts a towel over me. I am a little surprised master has the male one, and I have the female one. 

An hour of completely massage bliss, and movement distracts me. Masters person is cleaning up, but mine is still going. 

Once he leaves the room, she has me turn over on my back. I do, and master comes up behind me and grabs my wrists. 

The massage therapist pushes one of my legs up and starts rubbing my inner thigh, very close to my sex. Her warm breath blows on it and I shudder. My juices are starting to coat my thighs. She runs her finger through it and licks it off seductively. 

"Shh, kitten, don't say a word. My edit, I want to see you with another women." He tells me. 

I swallow hard, this is different, should I try and stop it? Not that master will let me. My hands in his brushes across his cock. It is very hard. 

She pushes my other leg up, and massages the upper thigh, moving around my sex tauntingly. She moves up my body and takes a nipple in her mouth, she pulls at it with her teeth, and I gasp at the pain. She slips a finger into my pussy. I cum, it is very exciting having my hands bound by masters, while this women pleasures me. 

She sucks the nipple, sucking it into her mouth. The sections starts to hurt, but I am at the point where pain adds to the pleasure. She adds another finger, and starts rubbing my clit with her thumb. I gasp loudly, and master covers my mouth with his. 

She moves to the other nipple, adding another finger while she bites and pulls the nipple up, I orgasm again, she nibbles and sucks it while finger fucking me and rubbing my clit. 

"Please, may I suck on one of your nipples?" I beg, She smiles and unbuttons her shirt exposing a breast. 

I suckle on it, gently biting, and kissing it. Oh my gosh, who would have thought a women's breast would be so fun. 

She pulls away, and moves down to my pussy. She starts massaging the inside of my pussy while sucking on my clit. I push my pelvis up to her, I need more. She sucks and licks, and my orgasms are very intense. 

Master lets go of my hands and tells me to get on the bed, I do as ordered and sit on the end of the bed. He pushes me back so I am laying on the bed, spreads my legs and pulls me to him as he enters me. The women climbs on the bed with me. She starts making out with me, my pussy juices mingling with our tongues. I touch her breast and play with it while she is kissing me. 

"Kitten, this is driving me crazy, seeing you kissing and playing with another women!" he says. 

Her tongue is practically down my throat, I can't believe I am kissing another women. I can't believe I am playing with breast, even more I can't believe I am loving it. I don't want it to stop. 

Master cums hard inside of me, my orgasm is very intense. I love the feeling of his cum inside of me. 

"Cami, could you please clean us up?" he says as he moves up on the bed and starts kissing me.

She immediately starts cleaning his balls with her tongue, while fingering me. My orgasms continue. She seems satisfied with how clean masters cock is, and it is hard again. 

She moves down between my legs and starts licking my pussy clean, adding another tongue massage to my clit. The orgasms rock me. 

Master pulls me up on the bed, moving my head to the top with the pillows under my head. He spreads my legs with his. 

He looks in my eyes as he enters me "I love you Lacy! I have loved you ever since I read your first story. I had to know more about you. I researched you."

He starts thrusting, repeating the words "I love you" as he makes love to me. 

I tell him "I love you master." 

In that moment it is true, my feelings over whelm me. 

We orgasm a last time and fall asleep entwined in each other. At some point he pulls a blanket over me. 

Several hours later he wakes me up, "Come on Lacy you need to use the bathroom."

I groggily get out of bed, and head to the bathroom. Wait a sec, what is up with this. I turn around and look at him. 

"Keep moving Lacy." He says.

I go into the bathroom, but when I go to close the door he is standing there. He hands me a plastic stick. 

"I don't understand, what is this?" I ask. 

"A pregnancy test Lacy." He tells me. 

I laugh, "I am taking birth control Master."

"You were Lacy, but I replaced them with placebos 2 months ago." He tells me.

I just stare at him in shock.

Finally, I can speak, in a very controlled voice I said "You changed my birth control with a placebo?"

"Yes" is all he responds. 

I have no idea what to say. I want to yell, jump up and hit him. How dare he, this is wrong in so many ways. 

Instead a pee on the stick, finish with the bathroom. I hand the stick to him, and storm off to the bed. I get in bed, back to the headboard, pull my knees to my chest and cry. He finally emerges, with a big smile on his face. I want to slap that face, I have a bad feeling about what is coming. 

"We are having a baby Kitten." he says with glee. 



Lacy's Ironic Twist Ch. 07: Final



I am snuggled up in a very comfortable bed. As I wake up, I realize master is in the shower. His laptop is open so I take a peek. Story seven is open; a notepad is by the laptop that says no edits. This leaves me reeling. Will he really do it?

How do I feel about it now that there is a baby? A baby, wow. That changes everything. Master comes out of the bathroom, cleanly shaved. He comes over and kisses me.

He notices the laptop open. 

"Story Seven tonight kitten, time to get it over with," he tells me.

"Master, I don't want to go through with it. I will be yours now," I reply.

"You will go through with it Kitten," he confirms.

I panic. No, I can't. He can't.

My eyes dart around the room and I make a run for the door. I have it open when master slams it shut. I look at him; his eyes have a hardness I have not seen since story three.

"Lacy, I didn't want to play it this way, but apparently you are chickening out on Story seven. I thought you were eager to have them over. I don't think I can trust you today. So bound to the bed you will be while I go out," He tells me.

He grabs my hair and pulls me to the bathroom. 

"Use the toilet Lacy; I will be gone for several hours. I don't want you to have to pee yourself," he says.

I go in the bathroom and slam the door. Damn, it does not have a lock, how can a bathroom not have a lock? I use the toilet, and then sit on it thinking. Maybe I can make a run for the door, coming out of the bathroom. 

I stand up and quickly open the door. He is right there.

"Are you going to come to the bed willingly, or do you need to be pulled by your hair?" He asks.

In response I walk to the bed. I don't do or say anything as he binds me loosely by the hands and feet.

"That should keep you on the bed, but with some freedom of movement," he says.

He tries to kiss me, but I move away. He grabs my hair and pulls my mouth to him and kisses me rough and deep. Without a word he walks out the door. 

I spend a good deal of time just staring into space; I was so sure this story is what I wanted. Now everything has changed. My thoughts go all over the place; he won't really go through with it. He wouldn't he say he loves me. What if he thinks it is the only way I will only be his though? He said he was going to follow the script.

I notice for the first time that he left several things on the nightstand. There are breakfast foods, pastries and fruit. A pot of coffee is in the orange decaf container. Some bottles of water, and a couple of books I have wanted to read. It is so sweet, I tear up. Tear up? What the heck. Oh, pregnancy hormones.

I pour some coffee, add some cream, and snack on the food. I open one of the books and start reading.

I must have fallen asleep while reading, because I wake up to the door opening. Master comes in; he has bags of something that smells very good. He sits on the bed next to me.

"Are you hungry kitten?" he says.

"Yes master. Can we talk about story seven?" I say.

"No Lacy. You are always bugging me to follow the script. This is the first script you intended for us, only one person can change it," he tells me.

He pulls out some sandwiches, and hands me one. We eat in silence. When he is finished he pours bubbles in the tub and starts to run it. He gets some massage oil out while it runs. When the tub is almost full, he unbinds me and tells me to get in and relax. How could I relax?

I did as ordered. He continues setting up the room, placing candles and lighting them. He gets a cup of ice and puts it next to the bed. I watch him warily. I am intentionally trying not to think about what is coming. I was ready before. I take deep breaths and try and prepare myself for what is to come.

He turns out the lights and the room is lit by the glow of the candles. He brings me a robe and helps me out of the shower. I put the robe on, and he rubs it against my body.

"OK, kitten, it is time. Get on the bed." I am resigned. I move to the bed and let him bind me spread eagle. Tears are running down my face. This is not hormones since I know how this will end. 

He climbs up on the bed and starts massaging me with the oil. It is a slow, sensuous massage, his hands gliding over my oiled skin. After a while, he moves his hand down to my pussy. It is not wet. How can he expect me to be turned on when I know what is coming?

He moves his head to my pussy and his tongue starts circling it. He flicks it a couple times, and despite my fear and worry, I do start getting moist. He follows this with some fingers slowly in and out of my pussy. My mind slowly moves away from its despair, and starts to enjoy the sensations. 

He adds another finger, increasing the speed. He sucks my clit into his mouth and nibbles. The orgasm I have surprises me, the intensity of my emotions and fear intensify it and I scream it out. Master gets a surprised look on his face, I don't scream often. He continues to work my pussy with his finger, and my clit with his tongue.

Once he is satisfied that I am in multi-orgasmic mode, he moves up the bed. He grabs an ice cube and circles my breast; my body is so hot it melts quickly and cold water runs down my breast. One hand moves back to working my pussy as he pours hot wax over where the ice was.

I arch my back in pleasure and pain, the sensation of cold, and then heat causing such a delightful pain. He moves to the other breast. He spends extra time with the ice, numbing around my nipple even more. The pain is intense when the hot wax hits, I scream and push my pussy into his hand as the orgasm rocks my body.

He rubs the wax away with a finger, then sucks and nibbles on my nipple. One of his hands pushes some ice cubes deep in my pussy. The sensation of ice melting out of my hot pussy always drives me wild and I moan. I start begging him to fuck me; a hot cock with the ice is just what I need.

My nipple is rock hard and sensitive, he moves to the other breast, rubbing away the wax; sucking the nipple in his mouth again. He bites down on the nipple as his cock enters me. I start to scream in orgasm again, but his mouth covers mine muffling it.

It is almost time, but I don't care. I just want to keep up the orgasms. He pulls away from my mouth, and pumps his cock hard and deep. 

I can feel an intense orgasm coming on. He puts his hands on my throat and applies gently pressure intensifying my orgasm. He slows, keeping his hands around my throat. Tears are streaming from my eyes.

"What will it be kitten? Stick to the script and use more pressure on your next orgasm? Keep doing it until you stop breathing?" he asks. His eyes are very intense and also have tears in them.

I can't speak for a minute, his thrusting starts again and the pressure on my neck slowly increases.

I orgasm. Tears are running down my face.

"No" I gasp out.

His grip loosens slightly.

No what, Kitten?" he asks.

"No master, I don't want to die. I want to be yours; I want to have this baby." I say.

His hands move away very quickly.

"Now you are mine completely Lacy. I own you forever. You need to repeat that back to me." His eyes are so intense while he looks deep into my soul.

"Master, you own me forever." I whisper.

Once again his mouth claims mine, taking it, owning it as we moan our orgasms into each other's mouth.