Storiesonline.net ------- Diana's Slavery by E. Z. Riter ------- Synopsis: She was a total bitch, but she finally met her match, and he would control her destiny Codes: MF non-con dru D/S Mdom span BD sad tort SM ©1998 by EzRiter -------WARNING!!! This is heavy Sado-masochism. Go away if this is not what you want. Go away if you are under eighteen (twenty-one in certain locations). Go away if this kind of stuff offends you. This is not meant to be reality. If you think it is, seek a mental health professional immediately. Do not attempt these sex acts at home.------- Diana was the best looking girl in the university, and there were thousands of girls. She was the head cheerleader. She dated the captain of the football team. She was president of her sorority and homecoming queen. Her father was filthy rich. And she was a total BITCH! You know the kind. They are fabulous looking and they know it! And, they use those looks to manipulate people any way they want without concern for anyone else. Diana was the worst of them because she loved making men feel little, feel used, feel worthless. Even her boyfriends! But, David knew... finally he knew the KEY to her. It was key he would use. Diana was coming to his place for free tutoring. And what lessons she would get! The first session was planned for three hours on Saturday. She arrived at nine, only one hour late. She looked bouncy. She was wearing a halter top, black against her tanned skin. The halter was nothing more than a push up bra. Her big breasts were overflowing as the halter hid little and maximized what was there. She wore shorts, little shorts that allowed the bottom of her ass cheeks to peek out when she bent over. She was a knock out. She was outstanding. She was a tease. The lesson started slowly. Diana was having more fun teasing him then she was studying. He could see that this PRICK TEASE BITCH was loving rubbing against him, bending over to show her ass, putting her hand on his thigh, and all the other little tricks bitches do to make men hard... hard and hot for them. Diana was being vicious in her teasing, licking her full lips, telling him of how the loved to suck her boyfriend's cock, making sure he was hard from her words and movements. But, it was time... it was time for Diana to change forever... time for her to recognize her true reason for being... to be a SLAVE for a man... to be a slave to him... David's slave. He was ready. Diana was teasing him again... standing close... letting the tips of her fine breasts barely brush his chest. He put her hands on her shoulders, fingers touching her spine in her neck, thumbs against collarbones. "Now, now, David, no touching," she said, teasing him with her sexy bedroom eyes. "OUCH! What was that?" she said as the small needle went into her neck and he pushed the plunger. She pushed him away. Her eyes went vacant. She looked at her hands and tried to clench her fists but they would not work. The medicine was working... she was losing control of her muscles. She looked at him, surprise in her eyes. "David, what have you done to me? What did you give me?" Her voice was slurred. "Just a little relaxer for you, my sweet slut. You need to relax." Her legs started to shake and she suddenly sat down, unable to support her own weight. Slowly, she lay back against the carpet. Fear was in her face... fear. "David, I can't sit up. What is happening?" She was trying to make her body respond, trying to control her muscles but she could not. She could barely talk. He looked down at her. The relaxant would not last long. But, for now, she had no control over her body. She lay at his feet, looking up at him. "Well, sweet bitch, darling Diana, you look comfortable and relaxed. Here, let me help you out of your clothes to make you even more comfortable." He reached behind her neck and undid the tie of the halter. His hands quickly went to the front and undid the large, ornate clasp holding it on her lovely breasts. The halter fell away and he stared as the most perfect tits popped into view. His hand gently stroked her breast, letting his finger tips caress them. Her face showed no reaction as she felt his hands on her but her nipples quickly became erect from his experienced fingers. She lay limp as a rag doll as David played with her perfect breasts, manipulating their full, ripe fruit in his hands, feeling their softness and the hardness of her nipples, big and purple from blood engorgment. "You must be wondering what I want. You, Diana, I want you. But, I don't want a quick fuck, Diana. I want you to be my slave... my SLAVE, Diana... for always." "No! Never!" she wanted to say but she could not say anything. She was paralyzed. She tried to move but she could not. He could see frustration in her face as she tried to force her muscles to work but she was helpless... she could not even lift her head from the carpet. Only her brain worked. And her brain was full of FEAR! He undid the button on her shorts and pulled down the zipper. She could feel him... feel him undressing her... feel his hands on her... but she could not stop him... she could not move. Only her eyes showed the fear coursing through her. His hand went down her leg, feeling the soft feminine flesh... so soft yet so firm... so wonderfully feminine yet so muscular... she twitched in reaction... twitched as his hand caressed her. He grabbed her arms and pulled her... pulled her dead, unresisting weight toward the area he had prepared for her. As he pulled her shorts and panties were dragged down to her knees exposing her sweet pussy. He stopped and kneeled beside her. He touched her perfect pussy, her love passion. His finger slid into her. Tears started to run down her face. Tears of humiliation... of frustration and fear. David smiled at her. "You worthless slut, your pussy is wet... it is juicing... your pussy knows what you will not admit... your pussy knows you are looking forward to being my slave... to serving me... to submitting to me in all things." He pushed his thumb hard against her clit... her little love button. Her body jumped in reflex because she could feel, she just could not control her movements. He continued to massage her clit. Her hot love button was erect and her pussy lips full and plump telling him of the desire to be fucked she could not control... the passion he could tell was building in her... passion that could not be released because of the relaxant. Tears were flowing down her face, tears she could feel but not stop or even wipe away. "Stupid, worthless cunt... slut... bitch... I will fuck you but only after you beg me to do it. Only when you cry for me to fuck your worthless cunt will I do it. And you will BEG! Your will BEG for me to do whatever I want to you." He stroked her face. She could not even move it to turn away from him. "Diana, you worthless slut, I am going to OWN YOU... make you my SLAVE... I will do it by causing you great pain... more pain than you can imagine... and that pain will cause you pleasure... more pleasure then you ever could dream of." "You will love the pleasure I give up... love what only I can do for you... you will beg me to do whatever I want with you." Her eyes were wide in fear. David laughed, a cold, true laugh. "Soon, darling slut, soon, I will own you." He began tying Diana with the rope. The pulled her to upright position so she hung limp but erect in her bondage. He watched her and stroked. Stroked her continually, hands running all over her, feeling the wonderful flesh that would soon be his to own... to control... "Worthless slut, I am going to enjoy owning you... controlling you... having you as my personal whore... my slave. But, you will enjoy it even more than I do. You will love belonging to me... of losing control forever of your body and your sex... of surrendering to me totally and completely. It will make you so happy. More happy than you deserve, bitch, but happiness you can earn by being my slave. Do you understand what is going to happen to you? Do you understand that this is the first day of your new life? Your life as David's slave... David's whore." Again, he stroked her sweet pussy. Again, she moved involuntarily. As he planned, the muscle relaxant was wearing off. He could see the twitching of her arms and legs as the nerves began to return control to her. She could raise her head now, she could look him in the eye. Diana was afraid... totally afraid. Tears flowed freely down her face. But, deep inside her brain, in a small part of her subconscious, she was eagerly anticipating her slavery... her punishment... and this scared her as much as anything. "OH. GOD... PLEASE DON'T... PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!!..." Sweat poured from her naked body... her fine body. She hung from the ceiling, her tender wrists wrapped five times with the heavy white rope... arms spread. Her legs were spread too, spread wide and roped to bolts in the floor. She was tied in an X shape to the floor and ceiling. The girl couldn't move! She was exposed... totally exposed! Her breasts heaved... quivered... fine, heavy breasts... D cups... big nipples standing erect... firm, feminine flesh... tits she liked to rub against men... to flash through the fine clothes she wore... those super, perky tits with their big nipples, like little fingers... those tits she used as a weapon... Her large, round, firm ass was available... available for him to fuck... or to WHIP!...that ass that she liked to show off... in her tight, tight jeans... her miniskirts... or in her cheerleader's outfit at the games, when she swirled in her short skirt so her fine ass was exposed to all, covered only by the thin white panties she wore... And her pussy, her sweet, sweet pussy... with its thick, black hair... its glistening slit... that pussy men longed for... that pussy she rarely gave but often used to draw men to her... to tease them to get her way... that tight, fine pussy that was juicing in spite of her fear. He LOVED it! He loved having her HELPLESS... BEGGING him... crying for mercy... she was his to do with as he pleased! "David, please... please, let me go! I'll fuck you. We can have good sex but you must let me go." He smiled at her begging and let his hands move where they wanted on her taut body... her body hanging before him... her body he would now own. She had teased him on, let him stroke those huge bumpers... rubbed her fine pussy against him as they danced... made him drool from wanting her... then... She had laughed at him... rejected him... told her friends he was a nothing... made him the laughing stock of the campus... But now... NOW... it was his revenge... his turn to even the score... his time to possess... to control... to own... that voluptuous body... that perfect feminine flesh... And she was HELPLESS!!! When he finished she would be his for all times... she would be his slave, his personal whore... because he knew... he knew the secret of her longing... he knew how to bring her under his spell... She squirmed... the ropes cut into her ankles and wrists... marking her... the fibrous ropes cutting her fragile flesh... she looked up at her bound wrists, moving, cutting, as she watched as if she could not believe it. "The ropes, David... please, they're cutting me... my wrists... please... the ropes." Her fine legs tightened and loosened... pulled and slackened... against the bondage... those muscular, dancer legs... cheerleader's legs... strong to wrap around a lover, yet beautifully curved and delectable. "David... please, David, let me go... honey, sweet David, don't hurt me... please, I'll do anything for you... " Tears, hot salty tears, flowed... drool came from her lips... those full pouting lips... those lips that kissed so soft and sweet... she was lathered in sweat... covered in her own wetness... wetness from fear... anxiety... adrenalin flowing through her. He loved seeing her so pitiful before him... so helpless... he loved hearing her cries... cries he would ignore as he began to whip her. "Please... please... David, no, no, noooo... please, let me go... please... " He pulled her long, blonde mane back... arching her back... thrusting her huge tits out into his chest... He stroked those full, soft tits as he looked into those eyes... so round, so blue... eyes a man could fall in and drown... eyes now filled with fear... only fear as she hung so tightly bound in her ropes of bondage. He had let her wait... let her beg, pulling at her bondage, fear building inside her. Now, he stroked and kissed her breasts, feeling the nipples become erect and ready under his touch, feeling her respond. He played with her sweet pussy, flicking her clit, seeing her respond, sexual heat building. And, Diana unable to stop him... knowing her body was both responding and rejecting... wanting his punishment yet afraid... as well she should be. "See this my whore; see this whip I have just for you." "PLEASE, OH GOD DAVID, NOOOOO!... David, I'll do anything... I'll suck your cock... I'll fuck you... anything, David, please don't... DON'T WHIP ME!! "Oh, you will do all that, and more!...you will do anything I ask... because you will love it... you will love being whipped... " "Wait, David, WAIT! Let me help you... let me get other girls for you... I can do it, David... I can get Julie, sweet Julie with her nice, soft body... or, Laurie would be easy... you would like fucking her, she is hot as a pistol... please, David, I can get you a harem... we can have threesomes or as many as you want... just don't... oh, god, David... DON'T HURT ME!!! "You dumb cunt... you stupid whore... you slut... do you think you can manipulate me with your sorry, stinking pussy... do you think I am one of your schoolboys to be played with... ? "PLEASE... PLEASE... PLEASE, DAVID... I WANT TO HELP YOU... " "You want to help me what, bitch?" "I want to help you get whatever you want, David... whatever it is, I will help... please, David... let me help... " "What I want, you sorry slut, you stupid worthless whore, is to OWN YOU... to command you as I please, when I please... nothing else will do... and, you KNOW you will be MY SLAVE... you know you want the PLEASURE I can give you." "Look at the whip!" he ordered. "It will love you and you will learn to love it... love its touch against you... love to feel it bite you... It will make you hot!...make your pussy wet... wet for me to fuck you... you will beg me to fuck you and to whip you... "Yes, David, Yes, fuck me, please, fuck me. Slam your big hard cock into my pussy... ream me out, David... let me have it... fuck me... please, fuck me! "My mouth, David, put you prick in my mouth, you big stud... I love to suck cock... let me suck you... I suck good, David... very good... let me suck your cock... please... " She moved her pussy out to him, trying to reach him, trying to divert him from his mission... his mission to make her his slave. She ran her hot, thick tongue over her full lips, wetting them, opening them like she was welcoming a cock in there... "David, my ass... please, fuck my ass. It is virgin, David... you would be first in my sweet ass... anything, David, my ass... anything... but the whip! Not the whip!" The whip was horsehair... horrid horsehair... it would not cut her skin... but, it would leave red splotches... bruises... she would hurt under it... she would have pain... more pain than she could imagine... more pain than she thought she could handle... The cuts... the bruises... would quickly heal. But, the pain... the pain and the pleasure it brought she would remember... she would remember always. It was that pain and pleasure she would want... the pleasure greater than any she ever had... the pleasure that would make her pussy throb... and bring her crawling on her knees to him... asking to be fucked, asking to be whipped... wanting that pleasure that only the pain could bring... He knew that she was a masochist... a pain lover... he knew that she would fall under the spell of the pain... that she would love it... crave it... like a junkie needs a fix... like a fish needs water... and, she would come to him... begging... to have her fix... her pain... so she could reach her heights of pleasure that she would so desperately want... Her face was red, her eyes were red and puffy. Snot dripped from her nostrils. Every muscle was tense... tight... rigid as the fear... the panic... the hysteria ruled her. "When I am through you will beg me to whip you... beg me to make you my slave... beg me to do whatever I want to you... " "Yes, I am begging... fuck me, take me but please... PLEASE don't whip me!!" "Why do you deny that it is the whip you want? This whip! The whip that will cause you the pain you so desperately need. You worthless slut! You manipulative, moronic cunt! I will be your master... you will beg me for your pleasure!" "YES, David... Please give me pleasure!... not pain... pleasure... PLEASURE, DAVID." "But, one is the other for you, little whore." "Oh, migod," she thought, "what is happening to me? What is going to happen?" She remembered the first football game of the season just two weeks ago. Her boyfriend had gotten drunk. He had tied her to a tree and fucked her hard. She had loved it! She had begged for more! He slapped her... spanked her... hit her tits... she had begged for it... begged for more... she had gotten down on all fours like a dog... like the bitch she is... and begged, begged for him to hit her with his belt... then begged to be fucked... she loved it... she had never loved sex more... David had seen that. She saw him watching from behind a bush. He had seen her love being bound. That was it! That is why she was here! David had seen her! Oh, God, David KNEW!! But, he didn't know it all. He didn't know her boyfriend was repulsed and left her. He didn't know Diana masturbated at night dreaming on a master to take her. But, she knew... she knew all to well. And, she knew she was as hot as she was afraid... hot for the pain... for the pleasure. Her muscles spasmed in her back from the tension of being strung up and the pain shot all the way through her. Her pussy throbbed. "THHHHACCCCK" "THHHHACCCCK" "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" The first two blows landed across her fine, perfect, rounded ASS... her ass stuck out so invitingly... so available for whipping... The whip CUT into her tender flesh... that fine ass flesh, so lush, so good to bounce against when fucking doggie style... that big shock absorber... "You know you deserve to be whipped... to be hurt... because you are worthless... a worthless piece of meat... a slut, a whore... but you will become my whore... you will learn to love me... to love the whippings I give you... and the pleasure only I bring to your whorish body... " "THHHHACCCCK" "NOOOOOOOOOO!! PLEASE...PLEASE...DON'TTTTT!!" Slobber ran from her lips...she was begging...begging him to stop...but. he would not stop!... he knew she loved it...or she would love it when he was through... He rubbed her ass... played with the stripes so red and ugly on her... she jumped from the touch. Again and again, the blows landed on her fine ass, on her thighs...so open... so easy to punish...on her legs, her stomach, so lean and taut...on her arms and feet...her back... "STOP... PLEASE... NO... OH GOD... NOOOOO!!!" Again and again, he spoke to her, stopping after each blow...emphasizing that she was a slut, a whore, a stupid cunt...a bitch...and, that she was now his...his to own...his to control...his to whip...to fuck... She was going crazy!!! Crazy with PAIN!!! "GOD, NOOOOO! I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEASE." She thought she would lose her mind...she thought the pain would make her mad...stark raving MAD... she wished she would go mad!... anything to stop the pain... She peed...wet the floor...she felt her muscles spasm...vacillating in their pain...she felt her lungs ache as she breathed rapidly...fighting the pain...the pain that cut her like a knife...a dull knife...being pushed into her and turned... He whipped her...covering her...he knew how to do it...to give her every bit of pain she could stand but no more... to spread the pain over all her body... to make the pain its most effective...not too long in one spot, move it around... all over her so the pain flowed everywhere. She thought she would die...she wished she would die... But, she would not die...she would begin to love the pain...began to want it... He grabbed her face, looking into her eyes. They were wild...animal eyes...wild, frightened animal eyes...he stared into them as she tried to focus...focus on him through her pain... "No, David, please... no more pain... please, David, I am a slut... I'll be your slut slave... but, no more... no more... " "Now, my whore, my slut, I will punish your breasts...your beautiful breasts... " "David, David," she whispered, "I can't take more...please, if you love me, if you want me, please stop. I am losing my mind. The pain is too much. Please, David, for me, for us...pleaseee." He only smiled at her...a smile of derision...a smile that made her blood run cold. "David, I am a slut...I have manipulated men... I am a whore... I have made men buy me presents, expensive presents to try to get in my pants...but, David, I can't stand any more pain. Please, David, stop... " He grabbed her breast and gently stroked it, allowing her to enjoy the pleasure. The nipple was erect under his fingers, showing her arousal... sexual arousal through the pain... pain and pleasure...she moaned... "Oh, David, that feels so good... yes...thank you, David Thank you for loving my big tits." He rammed all four fingers and his thumb in her flooding cunt, then opened his hand. He hooked two fingers up tight under the public bone sand pressed the thumb down hard on her clit. She gasped, wide-eyed, at the hard intrusion. Her pussy started to flood... she wanted to be fucked so much... she wanted it! Just like he said! He stood back from her. Their eyes were locked. He brought back the whip...slowly so she could have the maximum anticipation of the pain that was coming...the maximum effect... She sobbed... her eyes froze open... bug-eyed... her tongue hung from her open mouth... she watched only the whip... the whip he held up before her... the whip she knew was going to punish her breasts... "THHHHACCCCK" The whip thrashed her breasts. He watched the effect...her breasts compressing from the force of the whip...the power of the whip...and then expanding again... "NNOOOOOOO!!!!!" "THHHHACCCCK" Her body spasmed...jerked...she began quivering from the pain. And, her eyes...her eyes showed him what he sought...showed him passion peaking through the pain...through the fear...showed the beginning of that passion he knew would make her love...make her want...the PAIN! He reached for her pussy, her sweet pussy, as yet untouched by his whip. He felt her gush...felt the walls of her pussy release their juices...their hot, wet, sticky love juices...those juices that smelled so sweet and tasted so fine...those juices that proved her passion...her desire...her need to be fucked... His hand continued...two fingers were now in her pussy...working her...moving in and out...his thumb was on her clit...her little button that stuck out rigidly, quivering in its desire... the little button where his thumb now rotated sending shivers down her legs...up her spine...to her brain...her brain, that source of the physical feelings she loved... He felt her pussy began to spasm...contract against his hand...indicating her orgasm would be quickly here. She moaned...a deep, guttural moan...a moan from her soul...as the passions flamed in her...flamed and made her boil with their heat...the heat of passion...the heat of pleasure... He whipped her across the small of her back...across the base of her spine... "NOOO!" The pain blocked the pleasure, stopped the orgasm...for now. "David, please, David, let me cum! Let me cum. I need to cum...I need it so BAD." His hand never slowed...her pussy throbbed covering his hand in its hot juices...throbbed in its need...its need to climax...to orgasm...to CUM. He put his hand cum covered hand over her mouth and she greedily sucked his fingers of her hot cunt juices... eagerly wanting sex to fill her need... her need he controlled. Again, he whipped the base of her spine...again, her pleasure stopped...but the pain was joining the pleasure...increasing...magnifying the intense pleasure she was feeling...a pleasure like no other...a pleasure she would surely die for... Her face was red...beet red...her skin was on fire...the adrenaline...the blood...the pussy fire...flowed through her...she was burning up...flames were consuming her... She looked at him, passion, heat controlling her face, her eyes. She moaned from beyond her throat... from deep in her most inner being. "I beg you, let me cum. I will be your slave forever if only you will let me cum!" He dropped the whip. His thumb crushed her clit, mashing it hard against her pubic bone. Four fingers filled her cunt as her juices dripped from his hand. 'YES...YES...YESSSSSS!!!" she screamed. Her body jumped...shaking like a cat with a mouse in its mouth...as waves of orgasms hit her...hit her hard. With each spasm David spanked her fine ass...smashed his hand against it...magnifying her pleasure...matching the rhythm of her climaxes. "Cum whore, little slut, cum in your pleasure, cum in your pain," he whispered in her ear. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her jaw went slack, her mouth dropped open. She passed out. She hung in her ropes like a limp rag. He knew he must act quickly now. He undid the ropes from the ceiling, leaving them around her wrists. He lowered her to the floor. He grabbed his needle...the needle with the psychotic drug...the drug that would increase his ability to subdue her...to make her his own. He injected it in her leg. She did not move. He lay beside her. He stroked her breasts, her pussy and he began whispering in her ear, whispering in that hypnotic voice he knew would have maximum effect. "I am David's slave... his personal whore... David's private slut. I belong to him. I live to serve him. I will always obey him, his every wish. My only pleasure is obeying him, serving him, being his slave. He gives me pain and pleasure, pleasure like no one else can give. Only David can please me. I am a worthless bitch, a scum sucking slut that finds value, finds rewards only... only in serving David. All my pleasure... all my love... all my value comes from being David's slave... his personal whore... his private slut." He repeated this same phrase over and over...twenty times...forty times... one hundred times... In her trance, her pain/pleasure and drug induced trance, she spoke... repeated the mantra that would be her life's core... reemphazing the words... burning them into her brain forever. David knew that she would BE HIS FOREVER! He knew that now Diana was his slave... He repeated her mantra over and over. She began to slur her words... dozed and she stopped speaking, as the effect of the drug put her to sleep. He covered her with a blanket and left her there. ------- Famished, David ate hardily, grabbed a beer and turned on the game. But, he fell asleep in front of the TV. Breaking in a slave was hard work. He awakened when he heard Diana walk into the room. Diana was a beautiful woman: fine, golden, blonde hair; huge tits, now blue across the middle with fading red splotches; narrow waist. Her best part was her lower part... the world's best ass... those unbelievable legs... and her pussy... that sweet, tight pussy... that pussy which smelled as good as it tasted... with its flowing juices... juices that now flowed only for him. Her face, so gorgeous, a face Miss America would die for, was puffy and tired. But, she smiled at him, a sweet, shy, little girl smile, as she padded over and knelt beside him. Her big, beautiful round blue eyes with their long black lashes fluttered at him. She looked content and eager to please... and please him she would! He was going to enjoy owning her... using her... having her as his slave. He looked into her face. It was something he did well, reading faces for the hidden thoughts and feelings behind them. In her, now... now that she had received her first punishment, her first injection... he saw compliance... he saw submission... he saw a deep need to please... to please him... He knew that now was the time to punish her again... to let the pain flow through her... to reinforce the submission she was learning... and loving... so quickly. On her knees, she leaned over to be kissed. Her breasts brushed his bare arm. He put in his hand in her hair, crushing her full lips to his, tonguing her hard. She responded, kissing him back, her mouth soft and complaint. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled, holding it hard and then... biting down... sucking... until she squirmed from the pain. She could not move her head as he bit and sucked... she whimpered and he tasted her blood. When he let go, she touched her lip with her hand feeling the swelling, making her pouty, seductive lip even bigger. She licked her lip, her fat tongue sliding over the swelling bruise he left. Her face was shy and sexy as she looked at him with her face slightly down, eyes big under their long lashes. She had enjoyed it. "Raise your tits to me, slut." She cupped a breast in each hand and lifted them toward him, watching his face for approval. He stroked the breast with his finger tips. She winced when he touched a welt. "What size are they, slut?" "36-D, master. I hope you like them." "They are acceptable, although I may want you to have breast implants." Diana smiled at him. "Whatever my master wants." He sat up and faced her, putting a leg across each of her shoulders. He grabbed her hair and brought her mouth to his crotch. She looked at him, her big, blue eyes soft and yielding. He put his prick against her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked it... her hand holding it... licking it. He rubbed it on her face... letting her lips caress it... letting her feel the fine prick in her hand. She tongued his prick like a lollipop. She dragged her nails gently down it. She started to open her mouth. "No, you stupid slut. You must get permission to suck my cock," he said as he jerked her head back by the hair. He slapped her across the face and she looked dazed, softly rubbing her red and smarting cheek. Her eyes were glazed... glazed in submission and in passion. He could tell she wanted to suck him... please him... "Please, David, may I suck your cock?" she said sweetly. "You may," he replied. She opened and took him in her, her lips closing around him, her tongue massaging his prick. She had not lied. She was damned good at sucking cock! She was a pro... and she loved doing it... loved a man's hard dick in her mouth... loved the feel of his throbbing prick against her mouth and tongue... she had always loved it. She looked up into his eyes... looked at him while her mouth bulged with his cock... his hard cock, wet with her saliva, moving in and out of her mouth... her full, pouting lips, bruised and swollen, her hot, fat tongue caressing his prick... "OH!" he moaned as she licked his balls... those big seed sacs... those tender bags of dynamite. She was unique. She was the best. He felt her butterfly his raging cock, flicking her tongue end over his prick. She sucked the head, cheeks concave as she applied a vacuum, then convex as she breathed again. She took his balls in her mouth and sucked the whole sac. He groaned. He felt his orgasm rising in him and knew he soon would shoot into her. "My worthless whore slut, I am going to cum in your mouth. Swallow it all." Her eyes twinkled at him. Her lips turned up, the best smile she could give with a hard prick in her mouth. He could tell she was loving it. And, she could tell so was he. "I am cummmmmingggg" he moaned as his throbbing prick exploded in her soft, wet mouth. He saw her throat move as she swallowed his load. He heard the soft slurping sounds as she sucked it all down. He laid back against the couch as she continued to suck on his softening prick, taking all of his cum into her. She did not let go of him but sucked gently as he rested, as his prick softened in her mouth. He sat up and looked at her. Her sexy grin was even more sexy because his prick was still in her mouth. It was the best cock sucking he had ever received but he would never tell a slave that. "That is marginally acceptable, you worthless slut. If you practice and work hard, you can improve." "Thank you, David, I'll try to improve," she said, now holding his prick in her hand. Her face was complaint and teasing. She knew she was good and she knew he loved it. But, the only thing that mattered to her was his approval. He reached for his pussy, letting his finger slide over the pussy lips so full and plump, like figs, from the blood coursing them. He flicked her clit and she whimpered in her passion. He watched as passion rose in her face as her sweet love hole pumped liquid. He could feel the heat coming from her. He stopped. "Master, don't stop... please... " she whispered. "Go into the bedroom. In the closet is a sack of rope. Bring it to me." "Yes, master," she said as she quickly went to the bedroom. She soon returned, handed him the sack and knelt at his feet. He looked at her. She looked sweet... patient... but adrenalized and sexually ready for whatever he wanted. She needed relief... needed to cum... but she would happily wait for him to do to her as he wished... whatever he wished. And, her face, her eyes told him she was loving it. He slowly began to bind her. "Left wrist, slut!" he said. She held her wrist out, watching as the thick, white rope was wound five times around, covering the red, burned area she received previously. "Do you like the rope, pig?" Her eyes were liquid heat as she whispered, "I love the rope, master. I love all of it." She sat passively, patiently, watching him, following his instructions as her bound her. Her face, her actions told him... she loved it... loved being submissive... loved being bound by him... to please him... to be his SLAVE. He tied a rope tightly around her narrow, taut waist. He tied her bound wrists together and pulled them behind her head. He pulled the rope down hard, her back arched. He pushed on her lower back, arching her more, as he pulled the wrist rope tight. The muscle tension made her groan and her eyes showed the pain of the binding. Her elbows pointed straight up but David pushed them until he though her tendons would pop and pulled the rope tight. "Master, please... " she whimpered. Holding the elbows back, the pulled the rope up between her legs and yanked. She squeaked as the heavy rope bit into the tender flesh in her ass crack. He pulled the end up in front... the rope burrowing between her full pussy lips. He pushed the rope through the rope around her waist and tightened it slowly, letting it drag abrasively through her ass and pussy. Diana sobbed quietly, feeling the rope cut into her. But... he was not through yet. He ran the rope between her soft thighs and wrapped it around each ankle and then togther, binding her ankles, cutting circulation to her feet, pulling her ankles hard against her butt. He tied off the rope. Diana tried to move... , she had to move... move to ease the pain. But, the pain continued as each movement made the ropes cut into her and pull tighter. Now she was ready... ready for what he wanted to do to her. She was immobile... totally frozen... helpless. "Talk to me, bitch, you slimly, worthless piece of shit." "What... what do you want me to say?" "Stupid bitch! Are you enjoying being bound like a fat pig on a roasting spit?" "Yes, David. I like it... you know I like it. You know I love it... it hurts David, it hurts and... I love it!" "What do you love, stupid cunt?" "I love being tied... being bound... being so helpless... I love the feeling of pulling against the ropes, of feeling my muscles tighten and yet make no movement. I love the feel of the ropes on my skin... of the ropes pulling, tearing, holding me... I love being totally at your mercy... to have you do what you will with me... of being totally submissive and without control. It is funny, David, but I feel at peace and, at the same time, sexually aroused." A sexy, wanton look crept over her face. "You were right, David... I LOVE the whip!... I love you whipping me, David, my master. I just want to please you, David, so you will please me as only you can. Let me please you, David. Let me please you any way I can." "How many men have you fucked, bitch?" "You are number twelve, master David. But, never any like you." "How so?" "None have ever given me the pleasure like you, David. I have never cum like that before. I love it. Thank you for giving me such pleasure, David." "How many cocks have you sucked?" "Oh, master, I don't know... many... I love sucking cock, master, you could tell that. Many times I pleased a man with my mouth and made him glad to forget he did not get fucked. I give a good hand job, too, master," she said, teasing him with her eyes. "And, your ass is virgin?" "Yes, master." "Soon I will fuck you in the ass." "Thank you, master." "Do you think you will like that, like my hard prick shoved up your tight little asshole?" "I am sure I will, master. I am sure I will love whatever you do to me." "Are you really sure?" "Yes, master," she said with sweetness. "Do you know what I am going to do to you now?" "No, master." He held up his hand. He held two nails. They were thin nails, about twice the size of a gold ear ring stud. They were sharp. "I am going to drive these nails through your nipples, slut!" Diana turned pale. Fear overcame her. Her lip began to quiver. She would have fallen over but she was tightly bound. "Oh, master, no," she whispered so low he could barely hear her. "Please, David, I can't stand that." "Yes, you can." "Oh, God, no... please, David. I couldn't take it. David, you love my breasts... my hot full tits are for you, master David... you know you love my big, full tits, master... please, why hurt them so?" "You can stand it. In fact, you WANT it... you want the pain because you know pain will lead to pleasure... you want me to pierce your sweet nipples with these nails... beg for it, whore... beg for me to pierce your tits... " "Oh, god, I can't... please, David, something else... not that... my poor tits... my poor, punctured tits... " Her face was filled with fear and apprehension but he saw passion also... the passion that had been missing before her first punishment... the PASSION that told him she was going to be his slave forever... She was moving, pulling against the ropes holding her immobile... pulling and feeling them cut into her. He could see the red, raw areas where the ropes bound her. He could see little muscle spasms in her hands and legs telling him she was in pain... a pain she had not admitted... a pain she was enjoying... He began to move the nails back and forth in front of her, hypnotically, rhythmically. She followed with her eyes, eyes that were changing... changing to passion... total, uncontrollable, animal PASSION... the passion he wanted. "Yes, you sorry slut, you bitch, you pig, I will drive these nails through your nipples. You will love it... you will love the pain... it will make you want to have more pain... then pleasure will flow through you." Sweat began to seep from her skin... tears were falling from her eyes... her muscles were tight, pulling against her ropes... but, her eyes were glazing in her passion. She followed the moving nails with her eyes... watched them hypnotically... her big tits stuck up toward him... so available... their huge nipples engorged, erect and desperate to be touched... or pierced. He forced his hand between her legs. He could feel the wetness on her thighs even before he touched her steaming pussy. That wetness, flowing from her, proved her heat... her desire... and the pleasure she was receiving. She looked at him as he played with her. Hers face was passion filled... wanton... and incredibly sexy. She mumbled. "I can't understand you." "Please, David, pierce my nipples," she barely whispered. "Louder." "Please, David, pierce my nipples." "Louder." "Please, David, PIERCE MY NIPPLES." Her breath was coming in little, short spurts. She froze into position. David grabbed one nipple and squeezed, increasing the pressure, hearing her groan as the pain grew in her. He held the nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. His right hand placed the piercing nail on top. He would pierce top to bottom. "Yes, you worthless whore, I am going to pierce your nipples. You will have intense pain... pain who will love... pain that will be a part of you always... pain that will lead to pleasure... pleasure that makes you belong to me... " "Remember your pain, worthless slut. Remember its leads to your greatest pleasure. Remember I am the one who knows you... knows what you desperately need... knows what you want from the pit of your soul... remember." She looked into his eyes. Her blue eyes were liquid with desire... glazed with passion... she was SO HOT... hot for her PAIN... for her PLEASURE! Her face was LUSTFUL as she quivered in her fear and her desire. "Yes, master, I will remember. Pierce my nipples please, master," she said, licking her hot lips in desire. He pulled the nipple out, distending it, placed the nail against it and began to slowly push. The nail tore through her sensitive nipple skin. "NOOOOO!!!! OH, MIGOD, STOP... PLEASE STOP... I CAN'T TAKE IT... DAVID, I'M GOING CRAZY... NO, DAVID... NOOOO!!!!!" Slowly, he pushed. She was moving as best she could... muscles expanding and contracting... joints groaning... but she was bound... bound tight... and her efforts were futile. "PLEASEEEEE... NOOOOOOO!" David pushed slowly, letting her feel the nail tearing through her tender, sensitive nipple flesh... drawing out her pain... extending it... letting the drops of blood fall onto her legs. He would stop and let her watch the nail sticking out of her torn nipple... a nipple quivering with its pain and passion. David thought, "she is mine... ALL MINE... she is helpless... she is in pain like I have never seen... she is MY SLAVE... slave to the PLEASURE, the PAIN I bring her." Her face looked like it would explode. She was sweating like a pig! Like the pig she was! She could not even scream. Only a low, constant moan came from her deepest being as she stared bug eyed at the nail slowly penetrating her nipple. David was hard, his prick was pounding against his pants, knowing that he had done IT... he had made her his own slave. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU" She moaned low, deep. The nail was through her nipple. He reached for her pussy. It was so wet against his fingers. Harshly... roughly... he rubbed her throbbing clit... hearing her groan... feeling her try to part her legs so tightly bound. "Yes, master, yes, it hurts so good... so good," she moaned as pain and pleasure fired through her as if the earth had exploded and was spewing lava through her. He stopped. "Please, don't stop... let me cum," she begged. "DON'T STOP!" "I must pierce the other nipple." "Yes, master, yes... pierce my nipple... quickly, please... then, let me cum... I want to cum so... please, I want to CUM!" He jammed the other nail through her other nipple, hard, fast. She gasped. "That was good, master... so good... now, master, please fuck me... " Quickly, the cut the rope so it fell away and pushed her own her back. Eagerly her legs spread wide, feet planted on the floor... her hips rose to meet him... she grabbed his prick to put it in her throbbing cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me long and hard... fuck me so good." He slammed into her. He was harsh, ramming was all his weight... brutalizing her sweet pussy with his turgid cock. She loved it. She pushed back against him, fucking him as hard as he was fucking her. She egged him on. "Hard, David, fuck me hard. Slam me. Let me feel it. Oh, migod, it's so good, so good. I love it... love it. Yes, HARD, HARD... MORE... I want more... fuck me... FUCK MEEEE!" David felt the nails in her tits prick his own skin as he crushed against her. She ground her hot, throbbing pussy into him. Her pussy was spasming, squeezing his hard cock. She was sweating... covered in wetness. Her pussy was flooding its sweet juices. They smelled of sweat and passion and pussy juice. Her eyes were wild, passion crazed... she was an animal. Her fingernails dug into his back and she tried to pull him into her very being. She crushed her mouth on his. He bit her lower lip and sucked as her tongue pushed against his mouth. Every muscle was tight... contracted. Every pore sweated profusely. "YES... OH, GOD, YESSS... THAT'S IT, SWEET DAVID... FUCK YOUR WHORE... LET YOUR SLUT BITCH SUFFER YOUR BIG PRICK... RAM ME... FUCK ME... NOW, MASTER... HARDER, MASTER, FASTER... PLEASEEEE!!!! "I'M CUMMING, MASTER... THANK YOU... THANK YOU... OH GOD!... I'M CUMMMMMMINGGGGG!!!!!!." David felt her cunt grab his prick and he let go, flooding her with his cum, enjoying her pulsating pussy on his hot prick. They lay spent on the floor. When they revived a little, David said to her, "Take my cum from your worthless cunt and suck it down." "Yes, David." She stared at him, a sexy, sensual smile on her face, a "fuck me" look in her eyes. Her hand began collecting their juices and she slurped them down, swallowing every last drop. She watched him as she ate. Her eyes were submissive... passionate... wanting of his approval... needing his commands... his domination of her. "Now, slut slave, clean your master's prick with your mouth. Always eat my cum and clean my prick." "Yes, master," she said. She eagerly took David's prick in her mouth, licking all the juices from him. He led her to the bathroom. They washed each other in the shower. David loved her hands as she washed him from head to toe, even kneeling in the shower to wash his feet and calves. Her hands stoked and cleaned his ass and prick, lovingly caressing them as she washed. David watched her as he washed her lush body. She stood, the water flowing over her. She turned the nails in her nipples, rotating them. He could see the tiny movements of her hips telling him she was enjoying the nails. She looked up and smiled at him, a shy but sexy smile as she turned the nails. "Master," she said shyly, "would you please fuck me again?" Diana took his hand and led him to the bed. There was no punishment this time. It was just a long, sweet, session of love making as she genuinely wanted David to possess her. The quietness, compared to their previous fuck, was noticeable as she loved him, holding him tightly against her with her long legs, her arms around his shoulders, her body, hot and sweaty, plastered against his. She lay back on the pillow, her long blonde hair around her like a halo. Her pussy hair was wet with their juices as her finger sought the cum to take to her mouth. The nails through her breasts glittered in the light. Her eyes were closed, muscles relaxed, as she sucked her fingers clean. He looked at this unbelievable beautiful female. Her eyes opened. "Thank you, master," she whispered as she drifted off to sleep. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2001-09-16 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------