****** Avenging Angel by Razi ******
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Avenging Angel


This story contains: (B/D) (D's) (Humiliation) and of course (Hetero sex).
If you happen to be one of those people who are so small minded that the
thought of any of the above offend you, the answer to your problem is simple DO
NOT READ THIS!!
If however you choose to continue, realize that you do so at your own risk.
B/D and D's although good clean (messy) fun, should not be taken lightly.
Always play safe and respect each other's limits!!!!!

ONE

Ever since she could remember Angel was a child of submission. Even in her
earliest days she would bend to the will of her friends for acceptance and
seemed to always have more male friends than female.

She would play cutesy when her older male cousins were around and she was
always the little darling to her uncles, aunts and parents. She always seemed
to get her way.

Years later when she entered high school, she learned that she would have to be
a bit more cunning to get all that she wanted, both academically and socially,
but she was confident and a little too outspoken and this is where her problems
began.

The girls hated her and the boys wanted her. The female teachers looked at her
like she was pure evil. She knew that with a smile and a touch on the shoulder
she could con the best of grades for the least amount of work from the male
teachers who stared at her with want from across the classroom.

Despite all of her efforts, she was still getting a poor grade in her fifth
period class. She never did really have a liking for history. She didn't see
the relevance of studying what happened yesterday, when she was living for
today.

Here she was again making a failed attempt to look like she was paying
attention, when it happened. He called upon her.

"Angel? Angel are we at home today? The class is waiting for your answer."
Angel looked up to see Mr. Montgomery standing just to the right of her desk.

"How'd he get there?" she thought to herself.

"Angel are you going to answer the question?" his voice waking her from her
thought.

"Sorry Sir I... I... wasn't paying attention?" Angel stammered through the lump
forming in her throat.

"I'm well aware of that young lady. See me after school today." He looked down
upon her with a cold look of displeasure.

"Yes Sir," she replied looking at the floor.

Her last class of the day seemed to drag on forever, but the incident in fifth
period put her on her guard and she did try to be a little more involved in
what the teacher was saying.

Finally the bell rang and she scooped up her books and headed for the door.

She opened her locker tossed her books inside and was on her way out of the
school when remembered her appointment, spun on her heels and proceeded up the
stairs to Mr. Montgomery's office door.

She knocked lightly on the door and waited.

"Come in Angel," she heard him call from inside the room.

She opened the door and stepped just inside of it. She leaned against the wall
waiting for him to look up from the disheveled papers on his desk.

"Sit." He ordered without looking up once. Angel walked over to the stool in
front of his desk and sat on it. It was a rather high stool and the seat of it
was a good two inches above the desktop.

She sat with her legs pressed firmly together at the knees; her back slumped
over in an attempt to hide herself from his view.

Again he began to speak. "Angel we have a problem. You have a lower than
passing grade in my class. You and I both know that you need this credit to
graduate on time. I have tried to keep you involved in class, but you always
seem to be wandering off somewhere in your mind and I just can't seem to
compete with whatever it is that you are thinking about. Is there something
going on at home? Or is it a boyfriend maybe?"

He looked up at her for the first time since she entered the room and her eyes
met his for a brief second then she looked immediately away.

"No Sir, I just don't find history all that interesting is all." She spoke
softly, almost at a whisper.

"I see." His voice seemed to peak as if asking a question. "Go on."

"I do know that I need this credit and I am willing to do whatever it takes to
make it up in time for semester's end." Her eyes were still downcast.

"Well then Angel I do have a few special projects that you could work on, but
they might go on well into summer break, but if you complete each one in due
time, I will amend your final grade come September. Is this alright with you?"
He looked at her sitting across from him; a smile crept across his face. He
knew she'd accept willingly. He also knew what her special projects would
entail.

He lost himself in thought for a moment and he felt his cock stiffen. A brief
shake of the head and he returned to reality, and asked her to give him a
response.

"Of course, Mr. Montgomery. I'll do whatever it takes to pass this class." She
cringed at the thought of using up her summer to pass history class, "How hard
can it be?" she thought to herself.

"Good, then we'll start the first day of summer break." He was writing on a
piece of paper. "This is the address where you will meet me. When you arrive go
through the gate to the back yard. There you will see another small building
with a blue door. Ring the bell three times then wait for me to answer. Is that
clear?" He looked up at her.

"Yes Sir, perfectly clear." She jumped down off the stool and began to make her
retreat when she reached the door she looked back over her shoulder at him,
"Mr. Montgomery?" she waited for a response.

"Yes Angel?" he questioned.

"Thank-you," she smiled at him

"Don't thank me yet," he thought to himself, he smiled back and nodded at her.

TWO

The last day of school finally! Angel couldn't wait for the last bell of the
school year to sound its good-bye. When it did she headed for her homeroom to
pick up her report card and bring it home. She opened it on the way to make a
quick review of her grades and she seemed to do fairly well in all of her
classes. When she got to the slot for her history mark it was blank. In the
comment area was written: " Mr. Wilson as per our conversation Angel's grade
will be posted in September following her make up work over the summer."

"He called my dad?" Angel questioned herself. "When? And why didn't Dad say
anything?" She could only assume that her father was fine with the arrangement
and would not come down on her until he saw if she got a passing grade in the
fall.

When she got home Angel put he report on her fathers desk and went to the den
to watch some television. She soon tired of it. She fixed some dinner and went
to bed.

"Shit," she thought, "tomorrow the real fun begins."

Angel woke at 7AM to the sound of music blasting from her radio. She reached
over hit the snooze button and lay in bed for fifteen minutes more, trying to
muster up her energy for a long day filled with boring history lessons.

She then remembered the instructions on the paper, got up and showered.

She admired herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She stood in
front of it letting her towel fall away. She admired how full and round her
breast were and how they sat perfectly without the use of those gaudy bras her
mother insisted she wear. She ran her hand over her pubic area, and admired how
her mound was covered with just the right amount of dark brown curls. She was
also amazed at how closely they were in color to the hair on her head.

She brushed her long brown hair, standing naked in front of the mirror trying
to decide what she would wear.

She decided on an off white T-shirt, no bra and a baby blue pair of jogging
shorts, which were a little too small, but covered enough of her that no one
could see. She never wore underwear. Her mother kept buying all those sweet
little girl kind, but she felt so stupid wearing them. She could never say to
her mom, "but what if I'm in the throws of passion, ripping my clothes off and
my lover was faced with daisies, roses or God forbid happy faces? No, no." she
thought.

At eight-thirty, she began her walk to the address her teacher had given her.
She arrived at the house just after nine. Since he had not specified a time she
hoped she wasn't too early or too late. She walked to the back of the house and
opened the gate. As promised she saw a small building with a blue door in the
back of the yard. She found herself wondering what was behind it and why her
classes had to be there instead of the main house.

She turned to look at the main house and saw something dart away from the
window. "What was that?" she said to herself eyes straining to catch sight of
it again, but it was gone.

She looked up and saw the bell, rang it three times as instructed and proceeded
to wait.

The door opened and there was a woman standing there.

"Yes?" she asked looking directly into Angel's face.

"I'm... uh... supposed to start classes with Mr. Montgomery today?" she
questioned back.

"Oh yes, of course. You must be Angel. Follow me." The woman turned and Angel
followed.

Just inside the door was a staircase leading down into darkness. The woman
proceeded down the stairs and opened a door.

"Wait in here."

Angel stepped into the dimly lit room and looked around. There was a desk in
the front of the room and a smaller one near the rear of the room. It was set
up in a way that made it higher than the one at the head of the 'class'. There
was a portable black board, an overhead projector and a movie projector. There
was a television and VCR on a cart in the corner near to the 'teacher's desk'
and a small library of tapes on the lower shelf of the cart.

There were three doors in the room one painted bright red, one bright yellow
and one bright green. Angel wondered for a minute what was behind them and
instantly thought, "supplies."

She heard the door open again and Mr. Montgomery entered the room. "Good, you
got here nice and early. Have a seat Angel." He pointed to the desk. She looked
for a step up and found two small steps behind the desk. She sat in the desk
chair and she felt a little strange. She was looking down onto the classroom.

"Why so high?" she asked her teacher.

"So that I can be sure to have your full attention. You need minimal
distractions, and I need to have a full view to ensure you are listening to me.
Now take a seat please so that we can get started." He walked over to his desk
and sat behind it on the chair.

"Look in the desk Angel and you will find a simple paper pad and two pens, a
red one and a blue one. Do not use the red one for anything until told to, is
this clear?"

"Yes Sir." Angel was smiling she liked the thought of looking down on
authority.

"Something funny Angel?" she could hear some discontent in his voice.

"No Sir, I just am not comfortable sitting up this high." She was fumbling with
the pens inside the desk, when she made one drop to the floor.

"Now look at what you have done Angel. I have to go over there and pick that up
for you now." His voice was harsh and cold. He spoke to her as if she had made
a huge mess.

Angel began to rise up from her seat. "But I can get it."

"Sit Down Girl!" Mr. Montgomery sounded angry. He walked across the room,
picked up the pen and handed it to her.

"Take out the paper and using the red pen mark a red stroke on the page." Angel
looked quizzically at her teacher, but the tone in his voice scared her a bit
so she did as she was told.

"Good girl." He smiled at her and patted her on the knee, and returned to be
seated at his desk.

"Awfully dark down here isn't it? I think we need a bit more light." The lights
in the room grew brighter without him touching a switch. "Good, now that's
better."

"How'd you...?" Angel started to ask.

"Add another red stroke Angel. And do not speak unless asked to, is that
clear?" She nodded as she penned another stroke on the page.

"Let's get started shall we?" He opened a brief case and set some papers on the
desk.

He began a speech about the revolution and two sentences in Angel was lost in a
sea of thoughts none of which had the littlest thing to do with the topic. She
heard his voice invade her thoughts.

"A little chilly in this room isn't it Angel? Makes it hard to concentrate. Can
we turn up the heat a little?" The room grew warmer. In the same manner as the
lights, without him touching any switches.

As an hour or so passed the room became hot and the sweat was rolling down
Angel's face and her butt was sliding on the chair. The sweat had caused her
shorts to become wet and she kept shifting around in her seat.

"Something wrong dear?" he spoke as if mocking her.

"It's so hot in here. I'm sweating bullets. My shorts are sticking to me. I
feel like I'm in a sauna. Sir, can we please turn the heat down a bit? She was
wiping her forehead to stop the stinging sweat from dripping into her eyes.

"Hot? I don't find it that hot. Let's see what can we do to make it feel
better? Oh I know why don't you remove your shorts?" He watched carefully to
gauge her reaction.

"NO!" Angel hissed.

"Well why not? It's not like I'm going to see anything, you'll be in your
panties."

"I can't. It is not right." Angel was visibly blushing.

"Who says it is not right? You are hot. I am not. I am not going to turn down
the heat, and you want relief from it. There is nothing wrong with sitting in
your underwear so Angel remove your shorts!" He was standing beside her now,
looking quite irate at her lack of respect for elders and he stretched out a
hand to grab her arm and help her stand.

She stood there, arms folded over her chest, looking quite annoyed at the whole
situation.

"I said remove the shorts Angel!"

"NO!" she shouted back.

"Do not make me do it for you. I'm losing my patience with you." Anger welled
up in him like a hunger that demanded feeding. He knew she would defy him until
the last minute and he was looking forward to making her pay for that defiance.

"Go fuck yourself asshole! I'm leaving!" Angel jumped down from the desk and
headed for the door. She grabbed the handle and pulled. Nothing. The door would
not open. She shook the handle and pulled again. Again nothing.

"What the... Open this fucking door right now or I swear to God...!" she was
yelling at the top of her lungs.

"Sit down Angel," he said calmly.

She continued her struggle to open the door. She had forgotten about the heat
that was bothering her minutes before and was now frantically trying to make
her escape.

"Open it. Damn you, open this door!" She leaned her head against the door and
began to cry; knowing that there was no use.

"Angel return to your desk, remove your shorts and sit down." Mr. Montgomery's
voice was monotone in his instructions. Angel knew that all hopes of escape
were lost and slowly made her way back to her desk. She stood for a minute
beside her desk a look of defeat over her. She put her hands to her waistband
above each hip and pushed her shorts down. They hit the floor of the pedestal
and she stepped out of them. There she stood naked from the waist down. She
covered herself with her hands and tried to slip into her seat.

"No, stand." She stood back up. "So this is why you fought not to remove them.
You didn't want me to know that you were not wearing any panties. Well now this
changes things a bit." He walked over and stood next to her. He looked closely
at her and could see her nipples harden under her shirt. He did not see the out
line of a bra so he reached out and ran his hand gently over her breast. She
tried to turn away from him to avoid his touch, but he spun her around quickly
and ordered her to remove her shirt as well. She did not move to comply so he
did it for her.

She gasped as the air hit her. She tried to cover herself with her arms. His
voice broke the silence.

"Three more red strokes and two blue." Angel picked up the pens and wrote the
strokes. She then stood back up in her modest pose.

"Oh come now Angel, there is no need to cover. Here let me show you how you
should stand when in my presence." He moved her hands and raised her arms above
her head bending them at the elbow and telling her to clasp them behind her
head. He ordered her to push her elbows toward the back of the room. This was
done to force her breasts to jut out firmly in front of her. Then he placed his
hands together, not clasped, but finger against finger, like in prayer. He
began at the V that formed from where her mound and closed legs met and slid
his hands until they rested where her knees. He then began to pry her legs open
and told her to spread her legs wide. She complied with his request.

"Don't move," he commanded. He walked over to the red door unlocked and opened
it. He removed some items and walked back over to her.

She felt something cold on her wrists and heard two clicks. She knew that he
had handcuffed her hands into place. The room was now filled with smells, all
different yet the same, she felt him place something around her left ankle,
then the right. She looked down to see what it was and was met with a hard slap
across her face that sent her head reeling.

"I said don't move! If you can't obey a simple request then you are going to
make this harder on yourself than it need be Angel. It was your blatant
disregard for authority that got you here in the first place. Now Behave!" he
pulled her down from her pedestal and dragged her over to the closet that held
the red door. He pulled out a collar attached to a leash and placed it around
her neck. He tugged downward on it firmly and commanded her. "Kneel!" she did
not have a choice but to comply.

Angel began to cry. She was ranting at her teacher. Hysteria seemed to take
hold of her as she began to plead with him. "Please Mr. Montgomery don't do
this to me. I will study hard all summer; I'll go to the library every day.
I'll write as many reports as you need me too, but please don't rape me!" He
looked down on her and thought to himself "what a pathetic sight." He let out a
loud laugh and once he regained his demeanor he spoke.

"Rape you? Rape you? Where on earth would you ever get the idea that I was
going to rape you Angel? I would never do such a thing; I am not that kind of
person Angel. Oh how little you think of me? I would never have sex with you
without your permission child. Now I might have to fondle you, examine you and
discipline you, but I will only fuck you once you have begged me to and believe
me Angel; You will beg me to before I'm finished with you." He smiled an evil
smile down onto her for he knew that each of the things her was saying to her
was true and knew in time she would not only beg to be fucked, but she would be
begging him to punish her as well.

"Pick a door Angel. You have a choice between yellow and green. Choose wisely
for behind each door is a place that you will spend quite sometime and each is
meant to bring you pleasure and pain. Taped behind one door is a word for you
to use if my discipline on you ever becomes too much to bear. Behind the other
there is no word and you will be expected to accept all that is given to you.
You have two minutes to decide." He began to look down at his watch reminding
her that she did not have much time.

She mulled it over in her head, green or yellow? How the hell was she supposed
to know? Then she decided on yellow, only because green is considered a safe
color and thought "surely a safe word wouldn't hide behind a safe door."

"Yellow, Mr. Montgomery. I choose the yellow door." She said it with a
confidence that impressed him and he smiled at her youthful optimism.

"Well then Angel here are the rules before we see which door it is that hides
your fate:
1. You will call me Master from now on. You will not use my name, but
   you may use Sir if I give you permission to do so first.
2. You will learn to obey my one word commands and will be given only
   forty-eight hours to learn and realize what they mean.
3. You will accept and thank me for all punishments I may choose to
   give to you.
4. You will not be allowed to have an orgasm without asking my
   permission first and you shall ask to cum.
5. You shall only call your vagina, your pussy or your cunt.
6. Your ass is your ass not your bum.
7. You will drink any and all of the cum that is shot into your mouth
   and will suck it from the cunts of other slaves if told to do so.
8. You will obey all of these as well as any other rules I may choose
   to place upon you.
9. If I choose to keep you as my slave; you will use a name of my
   choosing. Should I decide that you are of no use to me then you
   will be sold.
Are all of these rules clear to you Angel?" He waited for her response.

"Yes Master." She dared not look at him.

"Any questions before we move on?" Not that he cared, but wanted her to feel at
ease with him right now.

"Yes Master, one if you don't mind." She felt so silly calling someone master
and couldn't wait for his little game to end so that she could go home, tell
her daddy on him and make him wish he was dead.

"Go ahead."

"What do you think my father will do when he finds out what you have done to me
here today?" She made an attempt at blackmail; he was impressed.

"Well Angel your daddy will thank me for bringing his slutty little daughter
under control and if I do I good job with you he will probably ask me to train
his rather uptight prissy wife for him too. You see your daddy and I have
discussed your problems and he agrees with me whole-heartedly. You need
discipline and you need to realize that you are nothing more than a mouth, cunt
and ass for me to use or for anyone I choose to use. Your daddy has signed all
the necessary papers giving me guardianship of you until the end of the month.
If I am pleased with you I can return you to him, or keep you for myself.
However if I am not pleased with you I will sell your lily-white ass and split
the profit with your dear old dad. Enough said?" She made no response. "Good
let's go."

Angel rose to her feet as he opened the door. She breathed a sigh of relief
when on the back of the door was painted the word; mercy.

She knew that if things became too harsh that the word mercy would become
sanctuary for her. He explained however that she was expected to use it only
when absolutely necessary and that over use of it would bring only more pain.
He told her that the word was designed to let him know when she felt that her
limit had been reached, but he did not have to respect it especially when she
was to be punished.

THREE

He led her through a tunnel to the main house where two other women greeted
them.

"Angel this is Adrianna and Melissa. They came to me much in the same way you
have, they both live here full time."

Angel recognized Melissa as the woman who opened the door to greet her this
morning.

"Adrianna will ready you for the next part of your training. Adrianna you may
not use her at all, is this clear?" Adrianna nodded compliantly. "If however
she is difficult keep track by using the red pen."

"Yes Master." Adrianna was secretly hoping that Angel would not behave she did
so love using the red pen, but also was secretly hoping that the marks could be
against her.

He handed the chain to Adrianna and she led Angel away and up the stairs. She
unlocked a door at the end of a long hall and led Angel to a rather large
bathroom.

It was well equipped with a large shower stall, a big bathtub, and an extra
long vanity with a sink that sat snuggly in the corner. There were D rings
bolted into the wall, ceiling and floor of the shower stall as well as the wall
and floor around both the toilet and the sink.

Just off of the sink there was a table with an assortment of rings, belts and
clips attached to it and Angels eyes seemed to widen with all of the sights set
before her.

"Relax, you haven't reached the dungeon yet." Adrianna's sarcasm shot through,
she was a bit jealous that her Master felt the need for a new slave since she
had only been with him six short months. She knew having Angel here would
lessen her time with Master and this hurt her.

She led Angel to the toilet. "You'd better pee now, unless you plan on holding
it a long time."

"Excuse me?" Angel looked at Adrianna waiting for her to leave.

"Oh I'm sorry. The rules say that I must stay here and not let you out of my
sight until I return you to Master. So pee now if you gotta." Adrianna giggled
a bit. She knew that this was not the case, but since she wasn't allowed to use
her she thought it only fitting if she got to humiliate her a little.

Angel sat for what seemed like forever then she started to pee. Adrianna was
glad to hear her trickle and decided to humiliate her further. "Wait stop. Hold
it for a second." She reached over and pulled Angel by the leash and stood her
in the shower stall. "Now!" Adrianna shouted and startled Angel. The chill that
crept over her skin instantly made her pee and she could feel the heat pour
over her legs and down to the floor. She pissed what felt like a river.
Adrianna looked at her with disgust. "Filthy bitch! Look what you have done!
Master will not be pleased to hear that you have pissed all over yourself like
an insubordinate child!" she smiled a sly bratty smile at Angel.

"But you told me to! You made me stop."

Adrianna looked at her blankly. "How could I make you do anything? I am a slave
like you. I am following my Master's instructions and readying his new slave
for her first use."

"LIAR!" Angel was angry, but knew better than to strike Adrianna. She just
wanted her nightmare to end. She wanted to get through this day and try to find
a way out and back home to her father. She knew that Mr. Montgomery was lying.
She knew that her father would never give her up to him. Her daddy loved her,
worshipped her. In fact, (she smiled to herself) he was probably calling the
police right now.

Adrianna turned on the shower. It was so hot that it almost burned Angels skin.
Adrianna wet a cloth under the shower spray and soaped it up. She began to rub
the cloth over Angel's back. She washed her down. Adrianna commented to Angel
about how tight her ass looked and about how Master would so enjoy loosening it
up for her. She instructed Angel to turn and face front. Angel did as she was
told. Adrianna washed over her pausing briefly at her breasts scrubbing each
nipple roughly. She told Angel to open her legs, as Angel did she washed her
sex harder than her breasts pushing the soap filled cloth up into Angels hole.

"My but you are a tight little thing aren't you? I'd bet you have never ever
had even a finger in there right?" Adrianna knew that from Angel's reaction.

Angel's breath was heavy; the soap caused her pussy to sting and itch. Her mind
was racing on how to make it stop. She begged Adrianna. "Please, it burns and
it itches! Please, Please make it stop."

Adrianna withdrew the cloth and bent Angel over to let the water clean her
hole. Adrianna pulled the girl's labia so that none of her hole was hidden and
watched as the soap washed out of her, but she knew the itch would continue.

When she was finished washing the soap off the girl's pussy she reached up and
quickly turned the shower from hot to ice cold and Angel let out a series of
loud pitched screams. She fought to get out of the shower but Adrianna held her
in place and counted. "One, two, three, four, five." Then she pulled Angel from
the shower and wrapped her shivering body in a towel.

"I'm sorry Angel, I hate that part too. It is however one of Master's real
rules. Now then up on the table with you." She pointed to the table with all
the rings and straps.

Angel was too cold to fight her so she slid herself onto the table and sat
there with her feet hanging over the edge.

"Um Adrianna?" Angel asked

"Yeah, what?" Adrianna answered while she was readying things for her next task
on Angel.

"Do you think we might remove these cuffs behind my head? They're killing me."

"Nope sorry, can't, don't have the key. Only Master has the key, but I'll put a
pillow under your head to try to ease some of the pressure, okay?"

"Sure thanks. What are you gonna do now?" Angel feared Adrianna's response.

"Not too much, just shave you." Adrianna went about collecting all the things
she'd need to complete the task of shaving Angel's sweet little pussy. "How old
are you Angel?"

"Seventeen, I'll be eighteen in a week, but don't tell him okay?" Angel wanted
some secrets to be her own.

"He already knows Angel, I was just checking to see if his information was
correct. It is my job as a good slave to him, to make sure that he knows the
truth always. We do not lie to Master. Not ever. His wrath knows many furies
and I for one have no desire to be at the receiving end of Master's angry
whip." Adrianna spoke as if she knew all too well how that felt. It was then
that Angel really looked at her body and saw the stripes of a Masters fury
evident across Adrianna's back.

"Enough chatter. Lie back now and spread your legs wide. This will not hurt. I
will not cut you. If you squirm too much, then I'll have no choice but to bind
you."

Angel did as she was told. Before too long the task of balding her pussy was
done and her legs as well. Adrianna helped her up off the table, put her make-
up on for her, sprayed her with Master's favorite scent and announced that she
was now done.

She took Angel to a room where she went to a drawer and found a tiny silver
key. She walked over to Angel and unlocked the cuffs from the back of her head.

"You said only he had the key."

"I lied."

"Why, when you knew I was in pain?"

"Pain for your Master is good for you Angel. It makes you strong." Adrianna
removed the cuffs. Angel let out a yelp as she lowered her arms to her sides.
The blood rushing into them caused them to throb. Adrianna replaced the harsh
metal cuffs with ones made of leather and linked them together in front of her
this time.

"Thank you, this is much better." Angel's voice sounded sincere.

"For now," thought Adrianna. She once again led Angel by her leash to a room in
another part of the house.

FOUR

Once inside the room Angel couldn't believe her eyes. The room was huge. It had
a large bed in the center of it and all around it attached to the walls were
rings and chains. It had benches and chairs everywhere and what seemed to be
some sort of rack off in one corner.

Adrianna pulled a chair up for her. It was an older Victorian style wing type
chair. She faced it toward the door.

"Sit."

Angel did as instructed. Adrianna wrapped her legs around the legs of the chair
and licked her ankles into place. She then took her arms and locked them to the
arms of the chair. Angel felt so vulnerable sitting there, wide open for all to
see.

"You look very nice Angel. I think Master will be pleased." Adrianna was
smiling now, knowing that surely Master would reward her for a job so well
done.

"Thank you Adrianna, but I still feel a bit silly, sitting here like this."
Angel could not hide the blush coming over her face. She looked down at the
floor and did not look back up at Adrianna, even when speaking to her.

"I have to leave you now. Master will be here shortly to play with you. You
will be fine, just remember everything he has told you and try to obey his
requests. Bye now." With that Adrianna took her leave and at last Angel was
alone with her thoughts.

"How nice," Angel thought. "Here I am shackled like an animal to this chair."
She tugged at her bonds as if by some odd magic they would disappear. "Serve
him well. Right. I'll serve him alright, I'll serve him court papers once I get
out of this place." It was then that Angel looked up to see him standing just
inside the door.

"Something wrong dear?" again with the mocking tone.

"Yes I want to leave."

"So soon? Have I not instructed you on how to address me?" His voice was cold
and without any emotion.

"I want to go home." Angel was steadfast in her stubbornness.

He walked over to her and now loomed above her like a dark shadow from another
realm. He gazed down upon her and could see her nipples become harder as he
spoke.

"You can make this transition an easy one. All you need to do is admit to your
submission and then I will take you to heights of ecstasy that most women,
stifled by social expectations never get to know. Or you can continue in your
futile attempts to discourage me and experience pain no woman would ever want
to feel. The choice is yours Angel. The choice is all yours." He reached down
onto her breast and caressed it for a moment then he began to roll her nipple
gently between his thumb and fore finger until her breath began to become heavy
and bated. Once he knew that she was growing excited he clamped down and
squeezed it hard. He twisted it and pulled it away from her and by the scream
that she let out he was sure that she thought he had ripped it from her body.

He released it and looked at her tear stained face.

"What, no thank you little one?"

"GO TO HELL!" she spat.

"Well now we'll have no more of that." He walked over to one of the benches
lifted the lid and rummaged around for a minute. "Ah, here it is. It has been
so long since I've had to use one of these, I wasn't quite sure if it was still
in here." He turned back toward her and she saw a funny looking apparatus in
his hand. It resembled the collar on her neck but had a small blue ball in the
center of it. He walked over to her and ordered "Mouth."

She immediately clamped her jaw shut.

"I said mouth!" his tone growing angry.

She refused it by shaking her head in a no gesture. He reached out, grabbed her
hair and pulled her head over the back of the chair. Despite her fighting him,
when it felt as if her neck would snap, she had no choice but to open her
mouth. He pushed the ball into her mouth and pulled the strap tight behind her
head. She struggled to scream her protest but heard only muffles where once her
voice had been.

"I do not like your insolence Angel. I'm going to inspect you now and when I
ask you questions you will nod your head yes and no to answer me, is that
clear?" Angel nodded yes. "Good, now let's see how far we can get before you
forget that I am in control." He began with her breasts, cupping one and then
the other. He lowered his mouth and ran his tongue over her right nipple and
then he took it into his mouth and sucked it. He gently let his teeth graze
over her flesh, darted his tongue over it once more and repeated the treatment
on the left. She arched her back in response to him and he smiled a hidden
smile, knowing that if she responded to this so quickly that in no time he
would have her begging for release. "Do you like that Angel?" She nodded yes.

"Good girl." He patted her head, like an obedient dog.

He was pleased that she had responded to him. He had suspected that she would
not. He ran his hands over her body and made his way to her exposed sex. He was
not at all surprised to find that she was wet. He massaged her clit until her
hips were rocking in the chair. Her head was violently shaking no in protest to
his invasion of her most private of spots. "Uncomfortable my sweet?" she
continued to nod no.

"Are you saying no to being uncomfortable? Or no to my touching you?" she
nodded yes.

"I'm sorry pet, I don't understand. Do you want me to stop?"

She nodded yes.

"Sorry pet I cannot do that yet. I still have to inspect your sweet little
cunt." He inserted two fingers into her and withdrew them quickly when they
were blocked by what he was sure was her maidenhead.

"Oh my. My pet, am I to understand that you are a virgin?" He looked down on
her smiling. She saw the bulge in his pants grow harder. His excitement grew at
the thought of claiming her womanhood for his own, but how would he do it. His
mind swam with ideas. Would he claim her with his cock? Would he claim her with
his hand? Or would he use one of his favorite toys to impale her?

She was nodding yes, when he finally left the confines of his own fantasies.
"How can this be Angel? I have seen how you act. I have seen all the attention
you receive at school. How can it be that no boy has taken you? Is it that you
have some virtue after all?"

He could feel his excitement growing and didn't know how ling he could hold
back with such a gift waiting for him. "What joy you have given me, pet. What
hunger you have awakened in me. So I am assuming that since no one has ever
fucked your pussy that your ass too will be used by me for the first time?"
Angel's eyes grew wide and she was fervently shaking her head no over and over.
Her words echoing in her head "Please don't rape me!" His promises not to were
stinging like the taunting of a child in her ears.

In what seemed like a split second he had decided that he would taunt her body
until she would beg for his cock. He would tease her clit, until she begged for
release, he would take her ass first. Saving her well preserved cherry until
she could not stand the need. Once she had called him her Master of her own
free will then and only then would her pick her sacred fruit.

He undid her bonds and released her from the chair. He led her to the bed and
lay her face down. He used cushions from the bed to prop her ass up into the
air and give him the best access to all of her holes at once. He walked back to
the bench, from which the gag had come and returned arms full of gifts for his
new pet. He brought three punishment tools; a paddle, a small cat-o-nine and a
full-length bullwhip that he secretly hoped he need not use on her. He wanted
to stimulate her senses and not mark her too badly. He was sensitive to the
fact that even though she was subordinate, she still had no real idea of how
her life was about to change and he wanted to ease her in to her new life.

"Now pet, let me think for a moment. How many red marks have you earned today?
I believe it was five. Am I correct?" Angel shrugged her shoulders, she
honestly did not know. "Yes, I believe five. Now you will learn the importance
of the red pen. For each red mark, you will receive two swats of the paddle on
your ass, for a total of ten. Each time the paddle makes contact you will raise
one finger until all ten fingers are up. You will also arch your ass upward
after each strike as a way to ask for another since I have had to gag you. Do
not expect mercy. Punishments come with no mercy. When I say begin you will
present your ass as instructed. Now begin."

Angel hesitated for a minute. "I said begin Angel. We will add two blue marks
to your total." Angel thrust her ass up toward him and it was met with a
thwack! She shot one finger up quickly. Again she pressed her ass up and this
time three more whacks seared into her flesh. Now four fingers in the air and
tears once again soaking her face, she thrust up again. He hit her the
remaining six times then and stood back to see the crimson rise in her well-
heated ass. What a sight she was red ass up in the air, ten fingers up and
squirming as if she was sitting on a hot ember. He examined her cunt and found
that her mound was wet and her juices had saturated the pillow below her.

"Very good Angel you took that well. Now if I remove the gag will you behave?"
Angel nodded yes. He removed the gag and she was glad for the opportunity to
inhale deeply.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"What did you say slut?" he was going to have her call him Master or she was
going to die trying not to.

"Thank you, Master."

"Was that so hard?" he began rubbing her bruising ass and the chill of his hand
felt good against the fire under her skin. As he continued to sooth her. His
hand found its way back to her clit and he began to rub it in deliberate
circles. When she raised herself to meet his touch, he would hurry his pace and
then pull away. He repeated this motion, until when he pulled away, her hips
still grinding in circles waiting for his next touch. A low moan escaped her
lips. She licked them slowly.

"What seems to be the problem Angel?"

"No problem Master. It feels good. May I please have more?" she couldn't deny
it any longer she wanted him to use her. She needed him to make her feel alive.

"I will give you more sweet Angel, but first I want you to do something for
me." He positioned himself in front of her and freed his now aching cock from
the restraint of his pants. "Suck" was all he said to her. His cock was big.
Not long, maybe 7 inches, but it was thick and she knew that she would have
difficulty keeping it in her mouth. Her lips parted and she drew the head of
his rod in as if she were sucking soda through a straw. He grabbed the back of
her head and forced his member into the back of her throat causing her to gag.
He slapped her cheek lightly. "Suck!" he ordered. She began to suck him hard as
he pumped into her hungry mouth. Hard and fast he thrust into it, using it as
if it were a pussy. Her lips could feel the blood swelling the vein that ran
its length. "Swallow." He commanded as his cum flooded her mouth. She gagged on
his juice and some escaped the corner of her mouth and trickled down her neck.
She was not prepared for the pungent taste of him, but did her best to swallow
what was left. He scooped up what had spilled over her and held it to her
mouth. "All of it slut." She readily lapped the remaining cum from his hand.

"You need practice little one, but I am sure in time you will learn to suck my
cock in the manner that brings me the most pleasure."

"Yes Master."

Once again he inserted his finger into her pussy. He stopped when he reached
her hymen. He did not want to break it, but he still wanted to be sure his
first assessment was correct. Angel began to rock her hips on his hand. " Keep
still Angel. A treasured gift waits for me here," he pushed a little so that
she would realize what he meant. "I do not want you to break it so you must
remain very still. I'm going to stretch your pussy a little, you may feel some
discomfort, but you must not push back against me." He inserted another two
fingers into her. Angel let out a whimper as she felt him trying to spread the
three fingers he had inside her. "What a tight little pussy you have Angel. You
should be proud." He withdrew his fingers and Angel felt I slight sting, her
swollen sex had never felt so alive.

"Please Master will you fuck me? I want you to. I can't stand it anymore.
Please fuck me please!"

"In due time Angel." He scooped some of her juices and rubbed them over her
anal opening. He slipped a finger into her and she gasped as her muscle
greedily drew it deep into her. He rested it there giving her leave for a
moment. Then he began to pump it in and out in a steady rhythm, trying to keep
his action opposite to hers. When she was pulling away, he was pushing in and
vice versa.

It wasn't long before he could slip in another finger, without protest or
hesitation. Angel was feverishly bucking her ass back against him. He had long
since recovered his erection and mounted her as if she were a bitch in heat. He
was not sensitive to her need nor was he gentle this time. He impaled her ass
with the full length of his cock and she screamed a loud shrill scream as she
felt his cock rip into her. He looked down to watch his cock bury deep within
the walls of her un-lubed ass and saw a streak of blood drawing the length of
his shaft when he withdrew it, but this mattered not to him. Just as he was
about to release another load in her ass she began he pleading.

"Please Master may I cum? I you to feel my ass pulling your cock. Please Master
please may I cum?" he withdrew his cock from her now well-abused ass. He looked
down upon her swollen rosebud and watched as it throbbed until it found its
rest. When her entrance had stopped throbbing, he inserted a finger back into
her and was happy that she readily relaxed and her hole opened easily, ready to
accept more, if he chose to give it. He had other plans.

"Now Angel, how many blue marks have you against you?"

"Four I believe Master."

"Is that all? Well, let me see. I think I'll give you ten more for telling me
to go to hell, and ten for your earlier refusal to call me Master. Is that
alright with you?"

"Whatever Master wants." Angel knew that it really didn't matter what she
thought so she might as well comply. Her only thought was of when he was going
to fuck her pussy and take away the quivering within her loins.

"Good, so let me see... Ten, plus ten, plus four. That would make twenty-four,
right?"

"Yes Master."

"Twenty-four it is! You will keep your legs open and count each stroke until
the last hits then you will thank me and ask for five more. As before you will
not use your safe word during discipline and if you try it will be ignored by
me. For each time you call for mercy I will add another strike to the end of
your punishment. Is all of this clear?"

"Yes Master." Angel thrust her ass into the air, believing that she was to
receive more of the previous punishment on her ass. He did not correct her
because he knew that with the first strike she would figure out the difference.

She heard the whistle of the cat-o-nine rip through the air. The crack it made
mixed with the pain of its first impact with the tender flesh of her pussy made
her cry out "Owwweee! What the fuck!" she reeled her head back shot a look at
him over her shoulder.

"Pardon? Did you say something pet?" he readied himself for the next strike.

"I'm sorry Master. One." Angel closed her eyes tight determined not to cry this
time. "Two, three, four, five..."

After the tenth strike came down against her pussy, he noticed that it was not
having the same effect on her. He changed his stance slightly and started his
assault again.

"Eleven, twelve, thirteen...." This time Angel could not fight the tears. She
was sobbing, which only made it more difficult for her to catch her breath. By
the time she reached twenty-four, she was hyperventilating.

"Thank you Master may I please have some more?" she managed to whisper between
gasps for air. He did give her more. A dozen more to be exact. Each one hit
harder than the last until, he could see that Angel was in a struggle to
maintain consciousness.

He dropped the whip to the floor and once again mounted her from behind. This
time he claimed his prize. With one quick thrust he popped the virgin hole open
with his cock. He could barely contain himself as he felt his tool graze along
the walls of her tight pussy.

Angel cried out, "Please Master, mercy. It hurts so much. Please stop!"

"Don't you want this? You are a little tease. Here you have been waving your
pussy at me. Making me want you and when I take it you beg that I stop? Do you
want me to fuck you or not Angel? Did you not beg me to do just that?"

"Yes Master I did, but I didn't know that it would hurt me so."

"Pain for your Master is good for you Angel!" Adrianna's earlier words were
being repeated to her from the Master himself. He proceeded in claiming her for
his own.

He could feel her juices building, and knew that before long she would cry out
for release.

It was not easy for him to avoid spilling his seed inside of her. It had been
too long a time since a virgin was within his midst. Her cunt seemed to be
trying to milk his seed and he was in such struggle to maintain control, that
he didn't even hear her pleading at first.

"Master please! I can't hold it. Please let me cum for you Master."

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"I am your slave!"

"What is your purpose?"

"To serve you Master."

"What are you?"

"I am a slut for you Master, only for you."

"What do you offer me Angel?"

"Everything Master. All that I am is yours. All that I have is yours. Please,
please Master, PLEASE!"

"Cum Angel. Cum hard for me!" he pushed himself into her as her felt orgasmic
waves overtake her. The milky white spray from her first real pleasure covered
the tops of his legs. He let himself go and soon her moans of pleasure mixed
with his as he shot his load deep within her cunt.

He collapsed onto the bed beside her and held her in his arms.

"Thank you Master. For everything."

"You're welcome Angel. You see I do know what it is you need."

"Yes Master. Master, can I stay here with you always?"

"You will be eighteen next week, is that right?"

"Yes Master, that is right."

"Then when you turn eighteen the choice is yours, but I must be pleased with
you in order to keep you with me."

"I will Master. I will work very hard to make you happy. I promise."

"We will see then." He rose from the bed and returned to the bench one more
time. He replaced all the things he had used previously and took two new things
out.

"Stand," he directed. Angel did as she was told.

"Bend." She bent over in front of him. He placed a medium sized butt plug into
her.

"Spread." She spread her legs open and he inserted a large vibrating dildo into
her cunt. He pulled the covers back on the bed. "Sleep." She got into the bed
and placed her head on the pillow. He leaned over, kissed her gently on the
head and turned the vibrator on.

"Do not cum Angel. Do not turn it off. You will learn to tolerate the teasing.
I'll be watching you." He pointed to a mirror on the wall and then made his
retreat, but before he closed the door behind him, he turned to her smiled and
said " From now on I think I'll call you my Avenging Angel." He left her and
closed the door.

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