0 comments/ 20878 views/ 0 favorites Stacy's Tip By: steve_hansen_7 Husband & wife out for the first time since having a baby. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (4 min/mp3) * * * * * Stacy's Training Mu All comments and feedback are appreciated. * I entered her room to find her sleeping peacefully. She still smelled of sex from last night. I hadn't let her bathe in a week, so she was covered in semen and stunk horribly. I loved taking a pretty young girl and turning her into a dirty slut. Especially a girl as pretty as her. When I pulled her arms back and cuffed her wrists, she woke up and tried to struggle, but I easily overpowered her. Her name was Stacy Saunders. She was 18 years old and fresh out of high school. I spotted her on the college campus near my condo and knew immediately that I had to have her. She had shoulder length blond hair and deep blue eyes. Even in the dead of winter, her skin had a soft tan. Stacy must have been no more than 120 lbs, and only about 5' 7" or 5' 8". Still, she had nice wide hips and a killer rack. I guessed that she was about a C-cup. I picked her up on her way back to the dorms exactly one week ago. She never saw me coming, and then, it was too late. I put the chloroform-soaked cloth over her mouth and carefully walked her over to my car. Once I had carefully loaded her into the back seat, I drove off to my cabin in the woods. My parents owned the place, but never used it. They gave me the keys and told me that I could have it all to myself. Without a neighbor for miles, it was the perfect place to do this sort of thing. I threw her facedown on the bed, and when she tried to turn over, I smacked her hard across her soft round ass cheek. With a whimper, she turned back over. Reaching out, I grabbed her hips and pulled her back so that her ass stuck out; then I parted her knees slightly. Stacy tried to close them, but I spanked her again, this time leaving a red handprint on her left cheek. When she whimpered again, I yelled at her. "Stop whining, bitch!" I snapped, and she began to sob quietly to herself. I love it when they struggle, but she didn't know that. When they're young, they struggle because they want to get free. Later, once I've trained her, Stacy will struggle because I want her to. And she'll take her punishment like a good girl. I smacked her ass again for good measure, then squirted a dab of lube onto her anus. She complained that it was cold. "Shut the fuck up!" I barked, and smacked her ass so hard, she fell onto the mattress. "Get up, you dumb slut!" I commanded, and she quickly resumed her position, sticking her ass out to me. I pressed the tube tip into her tight asshole and squirted some lubricant inside. Then, using my finger, I thoroughly lubricated her hole, slowly working two fingers into her. Stacy gritted her teeth but remained quiet as I stretched and loosened her. This was not the first time I had done this to her, but she was still tight as hell. Her ass would require much more training. I pulled my fingers from her ass and pressed them against her mouth. When she resisted, I spanked her with my other hand until she opened her mouth and sucked my fingers clean. Once she had cleaned her shit off my fingers, I used the lube on my cock and pressed my tip against her puckered bud. "OH GOD! Please don't!" Stacy cried. I spanked her three times on each cheek, leaving them hot and reddened. "Shut your fucking mouth you cunt!" I snapped. "You're gonna fucking take it in your ass like a good little slut and you're gonna like it." I slowly eased all eight inches into her tiny little hole, watching in awe as her tight sphincter stretched to accommodate me. I loved watching my cock enter a girl's anus. Especially Stacy's anus. In order to punish her for her insolence, I had begun taking her outside on a leash to use the bathroom. I never wiped her up afterward, so her asshole was filthy and stunk horribly, and since she hadn't been able to shave since I had picked her up, her ass and pussy were covered in a thick mane that stunk of shit and urine. As I buried the last inch of my cock into her stinking bowels, I held it there and reveled in the way her ass trembled and shuddered around my throbbing penis. She whimpered and begged me again to take it out. I reached out and grabbed a handful of her long blond hair in my fist and wrenched her head back. "Don't presume to tell me what to do!" I sneered. "I'm gonna fuck your ass and you're gonna take it like a good little girl." I threw her head back down on the bed and began pumping my cock in and out of her greasy hole. "Tell me you want it," I growled as I slid all the way out and rammed my cock all the way back in. "Please, it hurts! Stop!" she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. I smacked her ass hard causing her to cry out in pain. "Say you want it!" "I want it," Stacy whimpered. "Please fuck me." "Say it like you mean it, slut!" I snapped, fucking her helpless chute mercilessly. "Oh please!" she cried. "Fuck my ass, please give it to me!" "Louder bitch! I want the whole world to hear you begging for my cock." When she hesitated, I smacked her ass again, leaving a deep bruise on her soft white cheeks. As much as I loved it when she resisted, I was getting fed up with her insolence. "Please, don't spank me anymore," she sobbed. "I'll say it. I'll do whatever you want, so please, don't hit me anymore." "Hurry up then! You know what I want." She sniffled and looked back over her shoulder at me. Her cheeks and nose were bright red, and her eyes were glassy with tears. The look of fear and agony on her face made my balls ache. "Please fuck my filthy ass with your big cock!" she squealed. "I love your dick pounding my slutty ass. I love being full of your delicious meat!" I couldn't help but laugh at her. This haughty little bitch was turning into quite the obedient slave. I'd have her trained in no time. "Is this what you want?" I yelled as I began to pound into her tight ass. I fucked her furiously until she began to moan in pleasure, grinding her ass back against me with each thrust. Soon, I was sliding all the way out and ramming my cock balls deep in her sore and gaping shitter. Each time, Stacy arched her back and yelped like a bitch in heat. When I felt her orgasm nearing, I pulled out completely and sat down in the chair behind me. "Please don't stop!" she begged, looking back at me. "I'll do anything you want, I promise! I'll be a good girl from now on! I swear it!" I stood up and walked over to her. Reaching out, I caressed her burning cheeks with one hand while teasing her drooling slit with the other. She moaned shamelessly, grinding her cunt against my fingers. I spanked her ass hard. "You're just a stupid fuck toy!" I snapped. "You filthy whore, all you care about is getting your holes filled! Admit it!" "I'm a filthy whore," she whimpered. I smacked her ass again. "You can do better than that!" "I'm a dirty fuck toy who loves getting fucked in the ass!" Stacy screamed. "I'm just a stupid cunt that only cares about getting fucked!" I grinned. "That's right. You are. And you're all mine." With that, I rammed my cock back up her ass and fucked her brains out. Soon I was pounding into her with gusto, and all the while, she moaned in pleasure as her ass stretched to accommodate my girth. I leaned over her trembling body and grasped her tits with both hands, giving her nipples each a hard pinch. "It feels so good!" she cried. "Please, fuck me harder!" I slammed into her for all I was worth. Stacy nearly collapsed, and I had to grip her hips tightly to keep her up. As I continued to hammer into her, I felt myself working towards a massive eruption. From the way she was panting and moving her hips, I could tell that she was getting close, too. I slid my cock all the way out until just the tip was inside of her puckered hole. She trembled, and I could tell that she was on the brink. I held her steady as I slammed all the way in to the hilt. "I'm coming apart!" she screamed, gushing like a spigot. Her bowels tightened around my cock, sending me over the edge. "I'm gonna blow it up your ass!" I growled, as cum began to erupt from my tip, filling her bowels completely. As she felt my warmth being injected into her filthy ass, Stacy bucked back hard against me, whimpering. When I had emptied myself into her, I pulled out of her ass with a wet plop, and she rolled over onto her side, drawing her knees up to her chest. Cum immediately began oozing out her ravaged asshole. With an exhausted groan, I sat back in my chair, leaning back. I took a moment to catch my breath before getting up. I walked over to her and grabbed a fistful of hair and forced my cock into her mouth. Stacy took my cock deep into her throat, sucking and swallowing all of her shit off my dick. When she had finished cleaning me, I threw her down on the bed and mounted her face. Despite being a virgin, she had already learned to deep throat. When I asked her about it, she told me that her boyfriend in high school had taught her. They often went down on each other because she refused to give it up. Even now I had yet to take her precious virginity. Her ass was just so much more enticing. I shoved my cock into her mouth and began throat-fucking her mercilessly. She gagged on my cock again and again, and gobs of spit mixed with pre-cum began to ooze from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Stacy clenched her eyes shut and did her best to weather the violent assault on her throat. Despite my rough treatment of her mouth, I could feel Stacy's tongue swirling around my shaft as it pumped in and out of her convulsing throat. Her lips were clamped tightly around my throbbing member, and she sucked me in earnest. "Swallow it, bitch!" I shouted as I felt my balls tighten. I pulled my cock out until just the head was in her mouth, and cum erupted from my tips in great jets. I shot the first two loads into her mouth, then I whipped it out and spewed my hot spunk all over her face and tits. When I had spent myself, I wiped my cock off with her hair and sat back in my chair. Stacy lay on the bed panting, curled up in a ball with her eyes glazed over. After I caught my breath, I stood up and turned her onto her back. "No more," she whimpered, and I slapped her hard across the face. She fell silent. I pulled her legs apart and strapped her ankles into the leather bonds at the foot of the bed. Then, I uncuffed her wrists and strapped them into the bonds at the headboard. Once she was secured, I unlocked the top drawer of the nightstand and removed a few toys. First, I attached clips to both her nipples, eliciting a squeal of pain as I fastened each one in place. Then I pushed a small vibrator up her abused asshole and used the Velcro strap to attach it to her left thigh. When I turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting, Stacy arched her back and moaned. Finally, I pushed her clitoral hood up to reveal her little nub and attached a specially designed vibrating clip to it. She shrieked in pain as I clamped it firmly in place, but when I turned the vibrator on, her cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure. I strapped the controller for the clit vibrator onto her right thigh and stood back to admire my work. Stacy lay tied to the bed and writhing in ecstasy. "Please," she begged. "Don't leave me like this! I'm so fucking horny! Please, put your dick in me! Fuck me, oh God fuck me!" I smiled at her and turned towards the door. She begged me to fuck her, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. As I walked out the door, I turned back to her. "Have fun, my little cum slut," I sneered. "This is what you get for being such a naughty little bitch!" As I shut the door behind me, I heard Stacy cry out in desperation. ~Thanatos X13 Stacy's Transformation "What do you think you're doing here?" Stacy and her friends looked around wildly and, seeing a vague figure in the distance charging towards them, ran without a second thought in the opposite direction. They were trespassing, after all, and they'd already tipped over two cows. Her long black braid whipping side to side in the cool night air, Stacy sprinted to keep up with her friends and cursed her refusal to ever join them in the gym. They were next to her, then a few feet ahead of her, then ten feet ahead of her-- A split second before she fell, Stacy felt a pain in her ankle. She crashed to the ground, the body part in question most likely sprained judging from the pain. Her friends didn't notice her fall, and from the sound of it, the male-sounding figure who'd yelled at them was still in pursuit. She slowly tried to stand, wincing at the tenderness in her ankle, but found she couldn't put any weight on it. Mind racing, she called to her friends, "Wait up!" but they either didn't hear or didn't care. Painfully, Stacy tried to hobble away, taking strides with her good leg and gingerly stepping with her injured one, but she knew she just wasn't going fast enough to escape. She could hear the heavy footsteps and heavy breathing behind her, and she tried to speed up, but her ankle was too tender. As she was attempting to pull herself back up from a partial stumble, a man's large arm grabbed her around her waist and hoisted her into the air. Her assailant slung her over his shoulder as she screamed and struggled to no avail. He held on tightly and silently no matter how hard she pounded her fists against his back or tried to pry his arm free of her torso. He was walking back in the direction from which he came, as far as she could tell. In the dark, in pain, and dizzy, Stacy didn't recognize that they were heading towards a barn until they were nearly inside. Once inside, she was dumped unceremoniously onto the dirty floor. Some sort of overhead lighting had been installed, which was switched on moments after she was put on the floor. Stacy looked up to see a man looming over her. His visage was grizzled but not particularly old, so far as she could tell. His whole presence felt menacing and even though she couldn't recognize the foot long fiberglass rod in his hand, she felt wary of it all the same. "Take off your clothes," he demanded. As she cowered, he added, "Or I'll shock you until I have to do it for you." It took her a moment to realize what he meant; with horror, she realized the fiberglass rod must be an electric cattle prod. Stacy obeyed, eyes lowered and her whole body shaking, first with fear and then with the cold as she piled her clothing next to her. Kneeling, she rubbed her shoulders and forearms vigorously to try to warm herself up. She could hear footsteps; the man was walking around the barn, but she was far too terrified to watch him. Now, she could see his feet walk up to her, as she looked up, he was going behind her. Her attempt to pull away came too late, but it wasn't a finger or male organ that touched her, but a needle. She screamed as something was injected into her. Even after it was pulled out of her buttocks, the region still stung. The man came around and grabbed her braid, pulling her hair back and putting something around her neck. He released her hair and fastened it. There was a metallic tinkling sound as he did so, like there was a bell on the collar. As he released her neck, Stacy felt a sharp pain in the lowest regions of her back, just above the cleft of her buttocks. Her tailbone ached and she could swear for a moment that something was budding out of her. She dismissed the thought, but only for seconds, as the pain didn't just grow, but there was a new tingling sensation over skin she definitely hadn't had before. Just as that pain seemed to be dulling, an even stranger feeling assaulted her ears. She whipped her head about, the little bell on her collar jingling naively, but could find no source for the extreme heat she felt melting her ears like wax. They felt as if they were about to drip, then began to smooth out, it felt, like they were being ironed into a new shape. "The change can be a bit painful," the man said with a cruel smile. The burn was now in her nose, and her feet were hit by the worst suffering yet as they began to warp. Stacy couldn't even look up at him through her tears as she pawed at the floor in agony. Her new appendage was tense and uncomfortable, though it had apparently stopped growing. She focused on twitching it first, then swooshing it back and forth, a distraction from the disfiguration of what could no longer even be considered feet. Stacy wanted to ask what he was doing to her, but it was far too clear. Perhaps she just put together all the pieces correctly, but somehow in her mind she knew beyond a doubt that the changes to her body had turned her into something more... bovine. She shuddered; it was such an alien concept to think of herself as not fully human any more and, worse still, she wasn't entirely repulsed by it. "I think that's just about done, don't you?" Stacy finally gathered the courage to look up. Indeed, her body seemed to have finally stopped changing, and her terror was just beginning to subside. Of course, that was until she noticed that her captor was holding another syringe. It was sharp and quick, this time injected into her shoulder. She felt overwhelmed, mind racing as a thousand terrifying images came to mind of what worse things this serum could bring. Instead, oddly, Stacy felt almost OK. Better than that really, for this new feeling was a pleasant warmth. She gasped, overcome by a sudden tingling sensation caressing her torso. Her body seemed almost to swell with delight. Just her imagination, she thought, or was it? In particular, her breasts felt heavier. She tentatively touched her breasts with one hand, mercifully unchanged by either injection, to find that they were no longer the tiny and perky as she was used to. They'd already grown by what would be at least one bra size, and even as she cupped one of them in her hand she felt it slowly expanding. She began to flush with arousal, her breasts still growing until they reached almost an unnatural size. Gingerly fingering a nipple, she found it had also grown and was slightly elongated. Even as her teats finally seemed to stop changing; they felt pleasantly swollen, as odd as such a sensation seemed to her. It was such a lovely feeling that even as she felt the man moving to stand behind her, she was more excited than she was frightened. He was kneeling now, and fabric was rustling. His flesh pressed against hers without further warning and he buried his cock deep inside of her. Despite his huge size, bigger than Stacy had ever felt before, she'd grown so aroused that her body allowed him to slide right in. She thought she moaned, but the noise that escaped her lips was something more primal. Her large breasts rocked back and forth as he fucked her, and she delighted in their motion. Her tail, too, flicked to and fro, occasionally brushing the man's still-clothed chest. When he shifted a knee, positioning himself slightly differently, Stacy distinctly felt the change in angle. It hit deep inside of her, just the right angle, and her breath came heavily and quickly. One proper push in at the right time, and her whole body quaked; her hands gave way and she sank to her elbows, pressing her breasts against her arms and the cold floor. He finished moments later, warm spurts coating the inside of her. Dripping from her own juices and his, Stacy lay on the barn floor, slightly in shock, but feeling far more sexually satiated. She mooed gently as she felt her captor's hand stroking her ears, and she tucked her tail in close. Her breasts were still so sensitive that just by idly caressing them, her pussy grew warm again. Curiously, she pinched a nipple. It felt delightful, but also emphasized how swollen her breasts were. "Don't worry; we'll put those to work tomorrow," the man said with a grin, grabbing her tits with his own rough hands. "Hybrids produce the finest milk."