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Jerry and his wife had two little girls.  Jan 10, and Terri 9.  The girls
were very cute, looking much like their mother, with long blonde
hair and soft brown eyes.  Jerry loved his family, and they were
quite happy.  His wife got a call one evening, about her parents.
Her father was ill, and her mother wanted her to come home
for awhile, and help take care of him.  Rhonda and Jerry discussed
it, and she packed for an extended stay with her parents.  She left
the next morning.  Jerry and the girls watched her drive away.
 
It was summer, so there was no school for the girls, and Jerry being
a teacher, was also off for the summer.  He decided he would
spend more time with his girls.  He packed a picnic lunch, and
drove them to the beach.  He watched them play in the sand, and
run in and out of the water laughing and giggling.  God how he loved
his girls!  It was getting late when he called them to get ready to
go home.  It was then that he noticed Jan.  At 10 she was a lovely
little girl, her voice like music, her eyes shining.  Jerry saw that
her little nipples were standing erect in the cool evening breeze.
Before he realized it, he was wondering what it would feel like to
suck on her little nipples.  He jumped when he realized what he
was thinking, and scolded himself, "jesus she's your daughter!"
 
During the drive home, the girls laughed and played, and Jerry was
quiet, feeling ashamed of his thoughts.  When they arrived home,
he told the girls to get ready for bed.  They took their baths, then
came to kiss him good night, like they had all their lives.  But this
night, it was not the same for Jerry.  When Jan ran in to kiss him,
she wore her baby doll pj's the same as always, but now, Jerry
was looking at her crotch.  He could see her panties pulled up
tight against her mound, see the outline of her little cunt lips as they
pushed against the fabric.  His heart pounded in his chest, he felt
his cock stir.  What the hell was the matter with him? he wondered.
He tucked the girls in and sat alone thinking.  Sometime during
that long night, he discovered a part of himself, a part he had so
carefully denied.  He had always been attracted to little girls, very
young girls.  He had never admitted it because that would brand him
that awful word ' pedophile' .  He had hidden the truth even from
himself.  He was frightened, because the little girl he wanted was
his own daughter!  He tried to sleep that night, but he couldn't, he
tossed and turned and finally got up.  He went to his daughters
rooms to check on them.  Each had her own room, and was quite
proud of it.
 
Jerry opened the door to Jan's room and stepped inside.  The light
from the hall caught in her hair, and it shone like a halo around her
head.  She had kicked the covers off, and he could see her little
panties quite clearly.  He softly moaned as he felt his cock grow
stiff again.  He reached beneath his robe and began to gently stroke
it as he looked at his daughter.  She was a heavy sleeper, so he
was not afraid he was going to wake her.  Something came over him
and he just had to masturbate, right there in her room.  Without
realizing it, he had moved closer to her bed.  His eyes were glued
on her crotch, he licked his lips and stroked his cock harder.   How
he wished he could taste her sweet fresh little cunt!  He groaned
and shot his cum all over Jan's bed.  He was mortified !!  He hurried
and grabbed some kleenex and wiped it up, then quickly left her
room.  As he climbed into his own bed, he promised himself he
would NEVER do that again !!!
 
Jerry could hardly look at his little girl the next day.  Between
embarrassment, fear of getting caught, and a raging desire to have
her virgin pussy, he was afraid of what he might do.  She looked
at him quizically as she went out to play that morning.  Jerry kept
busy, allowing the girls to play outside all day.  That night at dinner
Jan asked, "are you mad at me daddy?"  He looked up at her in
surprise, and said, "no!! of course not."  Then she asked, "why
won't you talk to me daddy?  All day you did not say anything to
me at all."  Jerry wanted to hug her when he saw little tears in her
eyes.  "I have a lot on my mind honey, I'm sorry if you think I was
mad at you."  She rose from the table and went to him.  She
hugged him tight and whispered "I love you daddy."  Jerry almost
died.  His cock was instantly hard at the touch of her little body
against his.  He would later remember that this was the instant
that he decided he had to fuck his little girl.
 
That night, he found himself in her bedroom again.  He could not
seem to stop himself.  He had his cock in his hand, stroking it as
he thought of her tiny hairless slit wrapped tight around it.  He
groaned then, and his cum boiled in his balls.  Just then he heard
a sound from the hall.  He turned and saw his 9 year old daughter
Terri !!  She was watching him, a smile on her face.  Jerry quickly
closed his robe and turned to leave Jan's room.  "What are you
doing up?" he asked her, trying to avoid speaking about what she
had seen him doing.  His heart pounded in his chest as he waited
for her answer. What if she told her mom, his wife, what she had
seen him doing?!?!?!  Jerry was dying inside.  Then Terri smiled at
him and said, "Daddy, can I see your thing?  I never saw it so big
before."
 
Jerry looked at his youngest daughter.  She was as lovely as her
sister, and he felt his cock grow hard at her suggestion.  He groaned
and picked her up.  He carried her to her room and put her in bed.
He sat beside her and opened his robe.  Terri reached over and took
his hard cock in her little hand.  Jerry was stunned at the feeling of
her cool little hand.  He looked down to see that her hand could not
even fit all the way around it.  He whispered to her, "use both hands
baby."  She giggled and wrapped both of her hands around it.  He
moaned and reached down.  He began to move her hands up and
down his hard shaft.  "Play with it like that baby, up and down!"
Terri was glad to oblige.  She could feel his cock throb in her little
hands, and she liked the feeling of it.  "That's daddy's cock you
are petting Terri.  You make it feel so good when you stroke it!!"
She giggled and said, "I like stroking it daddy!  Its' neat!!"  Jerry
could not hold out.  The sight of his little 9 year old jacking his cock
off was to much.  He thrust it up into her hands and she felt it swell
then saw his cum as it squirted out all over her hands.  "WOW !!!"
whats that daddy?!?!?!  Did I hurt you?"  He sighed as his spasms
stopped, and smiled at her,  "No honey, you didn't hurt me.  That is
how a man tells you that you made him feel real good.  He squirts
that hot white stuff called ' cum' or 'sperm'.  It is the stuff that makes
babies when it is squirted into a woman."
 
Terri thought about that for a minute, then asked him, "where do you
squirt it to make babies daddy?"  Jerry knew he was lost now.  He
reached over and pulled his little girls panties down.  He cupped her
tiny hairless slit, and told her, "A man puts his cock into a womans
pussy and moves it in and out then squirts his cum deep inside.
That is called ' making love'  or 'fucking'."  Terri looked at her daddy
wide eyed and asked innocently, "Daddy, will you put your hard
cock in me and fuck me?"  Jerry groaned and his cock was
instantly hard.  He leaned over and kissed his little girl, deeply like
he would have kissed her mother.  Terri felt all grown up, and she
really wanted his cock in her pussy.  Unknown to Jerry, Terri had
seen her parents fucking, and she had been curious for some time.
It seemed to make them feel real good, and love each other more.
She wanted her daddy to fuck her.  She lay back on the bed, and
Jerry pulled her nightie from her.  He pushed her knees up and her
legs apart.  He dropped his robe and crawled between her legs.
He leaned down and licked his little girls hairless pussy lips, then
spread them and dipped his tongue inside of her.  She tasted so
sweet, so fresh!!  He had to fuck her, there was no stopping now.
 
Terri wiggled and sighed as his tongue found and caressed her little
girl clit.  New feelings had begun to course through her young body.
She liked this!!  Liked it alot !!  Finally, Jerry knelt between her legs
and aimed his cock at her tiny hole.  "The first time always hurts a
girl Terri.  I want you to hang on to me, and bear with it, ok baby?
I promise it won't hurt long."  She replied, "Ok daddy." though now
she was just a bit frightened.  Jerry took his cock in his hand and
rubbed it up and down her little slit, over her clit and down to her
asshole.  She sighed as it felt so good.  Then he positioned it at her
little hairless fuck hole.  "Hang on honey" he told her as he thrust
his hips forward.  He watched as just the head of his cock began to
penetrate his daughters little pussy.  "UMMMPHFT"  Terri moaned.
Jerry held her hips in his hands and pushed still harder, breaking
her cherry as his cock began to stretch her wide and slide in.
Terri squeezed his arms and cried, "OH DADDY IT HURTS!!"
 
Jerry eased up, and waited a few minutes for her pussy to adjust to
his hard cock.  "Terri baby, your pussy is so warm, so tight !!!  I
love how my hard cock feels in your little pussy!!  Oh baby, I know
you will love it too!!"  Terri cried and he kissed her tears away as he
began to move his cock in and out of her.  He was right, the pain
was going away, and it was starting to feel better.  She stopped
crying and Jerry smiled at her.  "That's my baby girl !!  Take my
cock in your little pussy, I wanna cum in you!!"  Still holding her
hips, he began to fuck her.  Gently, slowly, ever deeper.  He watched
as his cock spread and filled her tight little hairless cunt.  Terri
moaned, "oh daddy!"  as she began to relax and accept his cock.
Jerry knew he was not going to last.  The first time in a little girl
pussy was driving him mad.  He reached down and stroked her
little clit as he began to fuck her harder and faster.  She wiggled
and groaned as some of the pain returned, but Jerry was beyond
caring right then.  Terri screamed when he suddenly pulled her
hips up as he drove his cock into her and shot his hot cum against
her little girl womb.  He kept stroking her little clit, and felt her pussy
spasm on his now softening cock.  He pulled out of her then, and
held her tight.  He kissed away her tears, afraid that she did not
like it, and would never let him fuck her again, or worse, tell her
mother or someone else about it.  He was incredulous when he
heard her whisper, "when can we do it again daddy?"   Jerry had to
laugh as he hugged her tight.  "Soon, baby real soon!!"  Then he
explained to her that she could not tell anyone what they were doing
because if she did, he would go to jail for a long time, because some
people did not like it when men fucked such little girls.  She promised
to keep their secret.  Jerry waited for her to fall asleep, then went to
his own room, a wide smile on his face.
 
Jerry forgot all about fucking his 10 year old daughter.  He was very
happy fucking Terri.  Her tight 9 year old cunt was all he needed, all
he wanted.  He loved seeing it stretched so tight around his hard
cock, loved filling her with his sperm.  Things did not change to
much around the house.  He still treated the girls as he always had,
and no one noticed any difference.  But Terri was a wild little girl.
Once he started fucking her, she did not want to stop.  Whenever
the opportunity presented itself, she would tease him with a flash
of her white cotton panties, or a carress to her own pussy as he
watched.  Sometimes she did not wear any panties, and would
flash her naked hairless little pussy at him!  Oh she was wild.  One
day as he was watching tv, she came up to him and slid into his
lap.  Nothing both girls had not done 100's of times before.  But when
she slid into his lap, she wiggled her cute little butt against his cock,
and felt it grow long and hard against her.  Jerry moaned in her ear
and told her, "you have to stop that!"  She giggled and rubbed her
butt harder into his lap.  Jerry could not stand it!!!  He sent Jan to
the store about 10 blocks away.  She did not want to go, but he
made her go.  As soon as she was out of sight, he locked the door
and carried Terri to his bedroom.  He pulled his pants down, and
sat on the edge of the bed.  He nearly ripped Terris panties off, and
pulled her into his lap.  "OH DADDY FUCK ME!!" she cried out as
he pushed her down onto his hard cock.  He fucked her hard and
fast, watched as she ground her hairless little pussy at the base of
his cock.  He watched her clit grow hard and pulse as he fucked her
ever harder.  "Yes daddy, fuck me!!!  FUCK ME!!" she screamed as
she began to cum.  Her tight little pussy milked his cock, sucked
every drop of his hot cum deep into her.  He closed his eyes and
moaned and held her tight.  As his cock grew soft, Terri giggled
and told him, "I really do like fucking you daddy !!  It is so
goooooood."  Jerry kissed her and told her, "I like fucking you to
honey, but you have got to be careful.  We can't let anyone see us!!"
"I think it is a little to late daddy."  Jerrys eyes shot open and he
saw his daughter Jan standing in the doorway.  He nearly dropped
Terri in his rush to pull his cock out of her.  OH shit, he thought
as he looked at his other daughter, busted!!!   Then his darling Jan
said to him, "unless you fuck me too, I will tell mama about you
fucking Terri".  He was stunned.  He had expected anything but
that !!  Jan saw the look on her daddys face and smiled.  "Why
should Terri have all the fun?  I want some to daddy!"  Jerry knew
then that he had probably died and gone to heaven.
 
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Subject: NEW STORY - Capture of Kerri (Part 2)
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(Part 2 Continued)
 
Conrad moved to her rear and unlocked her wrists from the collar and rescuing them in front of her with a six inch chromed chain between.  
She moved her shoulders around, wincing at the discomfort, while he removed her blindfold.
	She blinked several times accustoming her eyes to the bright light within the large living room.  Her first sights were of elaborate 
furnishings done tastefully to match the outdoors theme the room took on.  A huge fireplace dominated the room, stretching from floor to 
ceiling nearly 20 feet high.  Quickly, she turned her head to see her captor walking from around the side of the couch.  Their eyes met and she 
grew very still.
	Before leaving Kerris home, Conrad had taken the time to change his clothes and remove the camouflage grease that he had 
painted on his face.  Now he wore a set of casual wear clothes, tan dockers and a white collared cotton shirt.  
	This man was respectable looking and the home was fantastically expensive.  This didnt jive with what Kerri thought of as an 
kidnapper.  She was lulled by it all and allowed herself to follow along as if on cue.  Her captor stood a tall six-two and was very masculine.  
His dark hair was close cut and combed neatly.  He was obviously muscular underneath his clothing and Kerri knew that any physical 
struggle on her part would be easily fended off by him.
	He was staring at her with an intensity that left her feeling very exposed, more exposed than she had ever felt during her many 
photography sessions with dozens of persons watching.  She was secure then.  Now that she was out of control, she felt truly awkward in her 
exposure and unconsciously brought her legs up under her nightshirt.  Her arms went over her breasts as though she might protect them from 
his piercing eyes.
	Good.  Now if you promise to be a good girl, I will take that gag out of your mouth and let you have something to drink.  Does this 
sound like an equitable offer to you?, Conrad asked pleasantly enough.
	She nodded her acquiescence and he unbuckled the straps of the gag, pulling out of her mouth.  Her mouth was dry and her 
tongue tasted like cotton.  Not daring to say anything yet, she waited until her captor filled a glass of water from the tap and brought it over to 
her.
	Thank you, she said politely as she tipped the glass to her.  Just as the words left her mouth she cursed herself for allowing 
herself to actually thank her kidnapper for anything!
	You are indeed a beautiful woman Kerri, he said as he sat down opposite to her in a huge lounge chair.  I have been watching 
you from afar for nearly two years now.  You should feel quite honored.  Is the water soothing to your dry throat?  Good.  Do not be afraid of me 
dear.  We will become well aquatinted, you and I.
	Feeling a bit more bold now Kerri stuttered, Why?  Why have you kidnapped me?  Do you want money?  My parents are....
	He put his hand up to silence her.  I have already told you why I have brought you here.... but I suppose you havent had a chance 
yet to assimilate the information.  Fair enough.  I have subjected you to an overload of sensory input already and I should have expected it.  
He paused a moment.  I really wasnt sure when the right time would be to tell you the rules - I was hoping to have some more time with you in 
pleasant conversation - but I suppose the truths cannot wait.  Okay, here are the facts as they pertain to you:  One,  I have abducted you, as 
rather obvious by now.  Two, you will serve as my slave in all manners that I desire including, but not limited to, physical, emotional and yes, 
sexual domination. 
	Her face fell with the reality of her circumstance, her greatest nightmare coming true before her eyes.  She swallowed hard and 
continued to listen.
	Three; from this point forward you shall not say anything without my expressed permission, and when you do say something, you 
will refer to me as Master.  This is appropriate since I shall refer to you as slave, among other things.  As my slave you have absolutely no 
rights whatsoever that I do not give you.  I may also take away any rights that I give you at anytime I deem necessary.  Lastly, for now, you will 
obey me with complete conviction and without hesitation.  If at any time you do not comply with these rules, you will be punished.  Punishment 
will be in a form that I find appropriate to the serious of the offense.  Do you understand thus far slave?
	Kerri attention drifted and she was now staring wide-eyed at the carpet not believing the words spoken to her.  This cant be 
happening to me!  Oh God no!
	Slave!, he firmly spoke, Do you understand me?
	Roused, she answered sheepishly, Uhhh... no?
	Very well then.  I guess I will have to show you what I had hoped would be understood with mere words.  She looked up at him.  
Stand up slave!, he barked.
	When she didnt immediately responded Conrad jumped out of his chair, took two purposeful steps towards her, and pulled her 
upright by her shoulders.  Let go of me!, she screamed. Kerri struggled momentarily but when he let go of her she remained standing 
defiantly.
	The force of his backhand across her face knocked her back onto the sofa and she wailed as the pain spreading through her 
cheek.  Conrad used his body weight to pin her while he grabbed her wrists, untying them from in front of her, retying them behind her back, 
pushing them hard up towards her neck and securing them with a short line to her collar.  She let out a scream and began to call him vile 
names as he torque her arms into place.
	Tired of her noise, he shoved the gag back in her mouth, buckling the straps behind her head.  Then with a length of cord, he 
brought her ankles up towards the small of her back, securing them to her collar as well.  Kerri was effectively hog-tied and unable to move 
without causing herself pain in her over-stretched thighs and shoulders.
	Wiping away the perspiration that had accumulated on his forehead, he quietly walked across the room and stopped at the door 
to the basement.  He fished in his pockets for the key, found it, and then unlocked the first door.  Kerris breathing quickened when she saw the 
massive steel door, knowing that there was something behind it that she was not going to enjoy.  Conrad dialed the proper combination and 
then produced another key to open the final lock.  He pushed the door open on it large hinges and turned a light on over the stairwell.
	She began to squirm, not wishing at all to go down into the unknown, but she was easy weight for someone as strong as Conrad 
was.  He picked up her withering body, careful not to touch any of her private parts, and walked her downstairs where he laid her on the cold 
cement floor.  He returned a moment later after he shut the door, spinning the combination lock closed.
 
G
 
	The very first thing that you must learn is that you body is no longer yours alone.  Since I cannot expect you to learn that fact 
overnight, there will be lessons given to teach you this fact.  You must understand and except my ownership of your body, and this will help 
you, he said pointing to one corner of the room.
	On her side, gagged and bound, she looked over to where he pointed and saw a large, fearful looking contraption made of heavy 
iron and wood.  Conrad had designed it to hold a slave in many different positions.  It was constructed of heavy angle iron and steel bars 
welded together and bolted to the concrete floor.  It extended from the floor all the way to the ceiling twelve feet above and  was five feet in 
width with a fully adjustable horizontal bar resting a waist level.  This was padded to reduce bruising of the flesh and had a leather belt 
attached to it for keeping a fighting slave secure. At the base of the whole contraption, there was a vertically adjustable H-shaped platform 
that was controlled by hydraulics.  It could be raised to a total of three feet high. There were two locking leather ankle cuffs attached to the 
base.  These could be slid and locked into any position fore and aft in relationship to the waist support bar and could be adjusted for spread 
as well.  Attached to the inside of the device was a piece of angle iron that he had shaped into a modified arc beginning at waist level 
extending upwards and then back down in front all the way to the ground.  Attached to it was a pair of locking leather handcuffs on a sliding 
rail. The purpose behind this was to allow the arms to be positioned to the side, straight above, or all the way to the ground, depending on 
what was to be achieved.
	Conrad reached down, picked her back up in his arms and brought her over to the menacing device where he released her the 
cord running from her collar to her ankles.  Steadying her stance he adjusted her position so that her belly was hard against the padded 
horizontal waist bar.  She tried to drop to the floor and squirm away but he kept her in place with his weight.  Reaching around to her front, he 
brought both ends of a wide leather belt up and around her waist, buckling and locking it tight with a single small padlock at the small of her 
back.
	He let go of her and watched as she tried in vain to escape.  She go neither up nor down and she quickly realized that her 
struggles were for naught.  He noticed that her nightshirt had been pulled up and in between the belt and her back, exposing her curvaceous 
buttocks, clothed in only her white undies.
	After examining her in detail, from the rear and at each side, all the while her watching his every move, he decided to remove her 
gag, now that she was not in a position to bite.
	Bastard... Let me go!, she spit at him in disgust, anger rising within her.  Instead, he laughed at her and knelt down before her.  He 
grasped her right calf and removed the cuff that surrounded her ankle.  Momentarily free, Kerri tried to kick him but he effortlessly held her leg 
in his firm grasp.
	I suggest you remember the rules slave or your punishment will increase with every outburst you make, he reminded her.
	Go fuck yourself asshole!, she responded heatedly.  She was very scared now and her fear had turned outwards into blinding 
rage.
	Not looking up to acknowledge the slur against him, he forced her leg over to the far edge of the H-shaped platform where he 
wrapped a leather cuff around her ankle and buckled it snugly.  This was attached to the frame by a short, adjustable length of stainless steel 
chain.  Again, he brought her other leg over to the other side of the frame, securing it in a similar fashion.  Her legs were now widely spread 
about three feet apart.
	Kerri knew how exposed she was and her need to escape doubled.  She wrenched at her leg restraints till the were chaffed, her 
upper body swinging wildly in desperation.  He caught her from behind and removed her handcuffs, bringing her left arm out straight from her 
body, even with her ribcage, and slipping her wrist into the awaiting leather cuff attached to the arc-shaped piece of the frame.  All the while 
she screamed vile names and curses at him.  Lastly, he secured her other wrist, pulled her socks off, and stepped back to admire his catch.
	Let the lesson begin, he said to her smiling.
	He let her wait, wait for what he was going to do to her, while he took his time in retrieving her luggage from the parked van and 
moving it downstairs into the bedchamber.  He was satisfied that he could not hear her wailing and cries for help from outside the steel door.
	After a while, he returned to her with a pair of her yellow high heel shoes.  These he placed onto her unwilling feet forcing her ass 
invitingly up into the air and stretching her calves out.
	Moving around to her front her produced a large, shinny bowie knife.  Kerris attention focused upon it and she pleaded, Oh God, 
please, please dont hurt me!  Please!  Ill do anything you say, anything - I swear, but please dont cut me....  He pondered her words for a 
moment but they would not be enough to keep him from his objective.
	He examined her in length, noticing the curvature of her thighs, the length of her long hair as it draped over her shoulder, the outline 
of her breasts straining against silk.  He stood to her side using his imagination to determine their exact size and shape, and how they would 
feel to the touch when unveiled.  They will require two hands to fully grasp, the though to himself.  It was important to Conrad to know every 
square inch of his slave.  He stood inches from her, examining her flesh for any irregularities and savoring her beauty.
	Kerri could no longer look at him.  His close examination made her feel like a horse at auction.  She had also notice the bulge 
between his legs and knew that soon she would be raped and maybe cut badly.  She shivered at the thought.
	Finished with his examination for the time being, Conrad strode to the other side of the basement, returning with a large full length 
mirror on casters.  This he placed in front of Kerri allowing her to observe her bondage and causing her great displeasure.
	Look at yourself slave.  Your gorgeous.  How could any man be expected to look the other way in your presence?, he said to her. 
 
	She tried to ignore him and the image in the mirror, looking instead to the floor in front of her.  Damned if she was going to play his 
game.
	Conrad left her and went over to the bedchambers where he removed his clothing, opting for attire more appropriate to the 
situation.  He took his time making sure that everything was just right for the shock value he intended to inflict upon her.  Ready, he walked 
over to the monitoring station and cut off all the overhead lights.
	Plunged into darkness, Kerri swung her head from side to side trying to peer into the blackness.  Her breathing came in short, 
choppy gasps and her ears strained to pick something out of the silence.  She heard approaching footsteps to her rear.  The sound stop 
abruptly, replaced with a soft breathing.
	Please dont hurt me!, she pleaded to the unseen figure.
	Then the light came on again, suddenly, blinding her momentarily and when her vision returned she was horrified by the reflection 
in the mirror.  Behind her stood her captor, wearing a black leather vest, open at the front and laced together with chromed chainmail.  His 
wrists were adorned with studded leather cuffs and his feet were adorned by black leather, square toed boots with a chain running from each 
side of the foot and upwards to the rear.  His muscular legs were bare and well tanned.  Continuing her gaze upwards she couldnt possibly 
miss his huge cock sticking straight up though the middle of his crotchless leather briefs.  She found herself staring at his swollen member 
wondering how much pain she would experience when he forced himself into her.
	Out came the knife again and he approached her from the rear.  She cried out in despair and pleaded to be left unscathed.  
Conrad moved to just behind her, and grasping the side of her panties, brought the knife down and cut them off of her body.  She screamed 
as he continued the unveiling by cutting her shirt from the collar, all the way down the back, exposing her back and exquisite ass completely.  
Lastly, her cut the shirt down each sleeve, peeling it off her body with a finality and stepping back to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
	Her chest heaved and tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed in terror and in humiliation.  In all of her Playboy career, 
she had never felt as stark naked as she did right then. 	
	Conrad pushed a button on the left side of the machine, causing a hiss to issue forth and the buzz of an electric motor activating.  
The platform began to raise slowly till it was a foot above the ground.  He released the button.  She was now raised to the level where her 
breasts were at the same level as his face.
	Unable to control his lust any longer, Conrad moved around to her front and slowly reached out to touch her.  She tried without 
success to move her body away from his hand and screamed at him not to touch her.  Ignoring her threats, his fingers found the softness of 
her belly and slowly worked their way upwards, over her ribcage, feeling each rib as it passed underneath his probing fingers, and finally 
resting just underneath her very large breasts.
	They are absolutely perfect.  Much better than in the pictures!, he thought to himself.  Her breasts, full and firm, pointed upwards 
away from her body and were capped by one inch wide areolas with erect nipples extending a third of an inch outwards.  He placed a hand 
underneath each breast and slowly, lightly, traced their outlines, her nipples gliding over his palms and her skin forming goosebumps from  
his light touch.
	He brought his hands down to her hips and bent over, bringing his head down to Kerris chest.  A moan of resignation escaped her 
throat as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive nipples, bringing them to further attention.  He continued working his tongue and mouth over 
her entire breasts, working from the undersides, diving between her cleavage and then back again to work on her nipples.  He brought his 
hands upwards and began to massage her round tits, working them, kneading them and lightly tweaking her nipples.
	Kerris relaxed a bit when her captor had not cut her with the knife and was now apparently intent on engaging in fairly 
straightforward foreplay.  She was angered by her nipples betraying her, becoming erect and begging for attention.  Damn, if this had been in 
any normal setting, she might have really been enjoying his attention.  He was good, very good at his manipulations of her body thus far.  As 
good, or better than any man she had known previously.
	Her past sexual experience was not what one would have thought of from a Playmate, not stereotypical at all.  In fact, Kerri had 
always been somewhat reserved when it came to sex, preferring to date much and hopefully meet Mr. Right and settle down.  Of course she 
had to fend off many groping hands and often she had to end relationships that were obviously going nowhere except to bed.
	Just after her appearance in Playboy, Kerri had nearly been raped, a date rape, while they were driving home in the pouring rain 
from a dance late at night.  The rain was coming down so hard that they had to pull over to the side of the road to wait for it to subside.  Traffic 
was almost non-existent and they were well out of sight from any of the farm houses that dotted the landscape.  The opportunity was just too 
tempting and he tried to force himself upon her, ripping her blouse open and bruising her tits while he roughly grabbed at them.  In 
desperation she bit him on the shoulder savagely and while he reeled back in agony, she managed to open the car door and fall out onto the 
pavement.  Blindly, she ran into the adjoining field of tall corn stalks, running and stumbling, soaked with the torrential rain beating down upon 
her.  Still she ran, mud clinging to her legs, and then finally she stumbled headlong into a farmhouse.  The husband and wife who lived there 
answered her cries for help and called the police while getting her warmed and calmed down.  Her date was arrested later, but never tried, 
and Kerri bore the scars of her ordeal, never quite trusting men again.
	Since then she had only let two other men get close to her and only one did she have sex with.  Even then, she was apprehensive 
about it and needed to be in control during their lovemaking.
	Now Kerri was completely out of control and she found herself actually fighting with herself, her mind appalled and disgusted with 
her body as she fought to control its sexual response.  She had never had a man so thoroughly tend to her breasts with such care and 
persistence.  They had always been exceptionally sensitive, more so than most womens, and she would often enjoy playing with them while 
she was alone in her townhome, masturbating to a fantasy lover.
	The image in the mirror of his man working over her chest while she was bound was stimulating and horrifying all at the same time.  
He was an attractive man, she surmised, but he had kidnapped her!  She tried to think of her predicament, how horrible she was being 
treated, but her thoughts were constantly fragmented as her body sent messages of pleasure and sexual urgency to her more basic levels of 
autonomous brain functions.  Soon she felt a familiar wetness oozing down her inner thigh and cursed herself for her weakness.  Still, he 
continued to massage her breasts, licking and sucking them till she was cringing with a need to touch, or be touched between her legs.  She 
squeezed her buttocks, trying to satisfy her need, but she was just too far stretched out for her attempts to do any good.
	Finally he stood and looked at her eyes and then, looking down, he noticed the wetness between her legs.  Arrgghhh!!!!, she 
inwardly groaned realizing that he had noticed her body giving in to his demands.  She looked at his cock, huge and purple with anticipation, 
and for a second wished he would just get it over with and fuck her.  But instead he pushed the button on the side of the device and raised her 
platform even higher, all the way up to where her ass was directly in line with his eager mouth.
	Her head followed him as he walked around to her rear, disappearing below her out of sight.  Her legs tightened in anticipation of 
his touch which came at her ankle and slowly worked up on both legs, his fingers outlining her curves, tracing her calf to the back of her knee 
and proceeding upwards along her thigh.  His fingers slid along her inner thighs, lubricated by her own juices, till they reached her pussy.  
	Standing directly underneath her, Conrad carefully parted her pussy lips exposing her enlarged clit and very wet slit.  Her legs 
shook slightly as he teased her, tugging lightly at her folds of skin.  He continued to tease her while he began working his tongue over her 
shapely ass, working his way down to her thighs and then upwards to her awaiting snatch.  His tongue darted deftly over her clitoris and she 
uncontrollably spasmed with the touch.  A moan escaped her and he smiled.
	Damn me, damn him!, she cursed as her body betrayed her further.  She felt his tongue working mercilessly over her clitoris and 
exploring the inner reaches of her pussy.  She had never experienced such intense sensual electricity coursing through her entire body.  Her 
buttocks tightened as she approached the edge and she concentrated on losing herself to her primal urges.  Her entire focus was on the 
sensations between her legs, his mouth eating her alive, his tongue rubbing furiously over her clit, and then - just as she felt herself at the peak 
of her roller coaster, ready to drop over the other side - he withdrew, pulling her back down, leaving her wanting and panting in exasperation.
	What a hot, wet slut you are!, his words breaking the long silence.
	Arrggghhh... you bastard, you!, she let loose in her frustration.  Im not your fucking play toy.  If you going to rape me, then to it - but 
damn you for leaving me on the edge.
	Leaving you on the edge is exactly where you will be left many times slave.  Over and over again I will torture you by denying you 
your orgasms.  Only good slaves are allowed to cum.  Are you going to be a good slave?
	Go to hell!  Im not your damn slave!, she screamed at him and faced away.
	Still standing underneath her, he reached over to the button controlling the hydraulic floor and pressed it.  With a hiss of escaping 
air, the platform lowered slowly till his throbbing cock was pressed lightly against her vulva.
	Look into the mirror and watch as I impale you slave.  Watch yourself violated and taken by me.  I want you to watch as my cock 
slides into your wet pussy - slut.
	Her refusal brought her first real punishment as he reached around and grabbed both nipples between the thumb and first finger of 
each hand.  He clamped down hard, very hard, till she was screaming and bucking atop him.
	AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!....  OH GOD!  Please stop!!  Okay, Okay!!, she pleaded as his fingers continued their pinching.
	Okay, what?, he replied.
	OKAY, I WILL LOOK.  ILL LOOK!!, she wailed behind her pain.
	Master, he said pinching slightly harder.
	She screeched at the increased pressure and screamed, MASTER!  ILL LOOK MASTER!
	He released his grip and let her catch her breath, sweat glistening off her body.  She obediently looked into the mirror, a new horror 
rising from within.  He had hurt her for the first time and the meaning of the word slave stuck home.
	Good slave, he voiced, pushing the hydraulic control button once again.  She watched herself in the mirror being lowered, 
centimeter by centimeter onto his awaiting pole till the head disappeared into the folds of her creamy pussy.  She felt him enter her, invading 
her body.  He was huge, spreading her cunt lips wide.  And it felt good.  The platform continued downward and she watched as her body 
engulfed his cock.  Then she felt the head of his cock reach the rear of her vaginal cavity and it still wasnt all the way in!  She tried to raise her 
ass as the platform lowered but her restraints held her firm.
	Its too big!, she cried.  He stood there, beneath her, rigid, not moving an inch to stop the downward motion of the platform.  Stop!  
Please, Oh God, stop!, she pleaded.  Then he was somehow, impossibly, completely inside of her, his balls resting on the underside of her 
ass cheeks. Finally he let go of the control button, halting the movement of the platform.  
	He stood there for a moment, relishing his every sense, every tingle of his nerve endings and the smell of sex in the air.  He 
reached around to her tits, making her jump slightly, and grasped them firmly but not too hard.  He began to massage them again, watching 
their entwined bodies in the mirror over her shoulder. For some time he remained immobile kneading her chest and watching her hips quiver 
with the slightest of movement of his penis.  Her breaths were coming in short gasps again as she was succumbing to his constant stimulation.
	Then, he slowly pulled out of her till the tip of his swollen cock wavered at the entrance to her slit.  He thrust upwards in one swift 
motion, burying his meat to the hilt.  She grunted in both pain and pleasure as he impaled her, over and over again.
	He could no longer control himself, penetrating her, fucking her with abandonment.  He felt her vaginal muscles contract around his 
shaft and suddenly her body stiffened and shuttered in orgasmic delight.  Ohhh....ahhhhh!!!, she moaned aloud giving in to her animalistic 
instincts.
	Jesus, he thought to himself, she squeezing my dick like a vice grip!  Boy, there are some muscles I never knew existed.  Feeling 
his balls contract and the head of his penis enlarge, he braced himself for the shock wave that would soon come.  His ejaculation, under high 
pressure, shot up the length of his dick and with wave after wave of contractions, blasted its way into Kerris warm pussy.  Conrad stumbled 
under the sudden release and had to brace himself upon the framework of the device Kerri was bound to.  He continued to pump his cock into 
her constricted cunt muscles, draining every drop of cum from his manhood.  Limp, he withdrew completely and watched his milky-white cum 
seep out of her pink pussy.
	She was humiliated with herself for letting herself cum and she cried in frustration.  Her legs hurt from their stationary position and 
she was dehydrated from the experience.
	Are you happy now?, she cried. I fucking came for you.  I really must be a fucking slut after all...., she wailed.  How could you do 
this to me?  How could you do this to anyone?, she implored.
	Your not just anyone Kerri, your my slave, Conrad responded, and you had no choice but to cum.  It was inevitable.  The body 
can only take so much sexual stimulation before it is aroused, beyond the control of the logical mind.  Did you not enjoy your orgasm?.
	NO!  How can I enjoy being raped?!, she answered.  You have humiliated me, made me feel like dirt.
	That will pass with time, as will the feeling that you are being treated like dirt.  In fact, though I dont expect you to believe it now, 
you will be treated like a princess, a princess who has to be taught how to truly understand her own sexuality and needs while serving her 
master.  
	He paused and then he released her arms.  Go ahead and shake your arms out, he said.
	While she hesitantly did so, he continued, In fact you will find that I am probably the most honorable man you will ever know.  I will 
never lie to you, nor will there every be any secrets between us.  I will always treat you with utmost respect and dignity according to your 
deservance of such treatment.  You will always know exactly where you stand, and I as well.  It will take time, but this is something we have 
plenty of.
	
 


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Subject: NEW STORY - Capture of Kerri (Part 3)
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(Part 3 cont)
 
 
H-how long do you plan on keeping me here?, she asked, fearful that she already knew the answer.
	You are my mate for life Kerri.  Till death do us part.  But do not fear, you will not be constrained to a life behind prison bars.  There 
will be trips and times away from home.  In time, when I can trust you.  But that is not here nor now.  For now, you must learn to accept your 
position.  Todays lesson was successful, I hope, in teaching you that your body is mine for every examination or use of.  Also it taught you 
that your basic sexual instincts are undeniably stronger than your higher brain functions, and that you could experience an orgasm under the 
most, well almost, extreme conditions.  Now tell me again that you did not enjoy your orgasm.  Was it not, um -breathtaking?
	She lingered, thinking about what he had just said, trying take it all in and assimilate it.  No, she feebly lied.  I - I didnt like it.  She 
dropped her gaze to the ground to avoid his penetrating eyes.
	You just lied to me, didnt you?, he prodded.
	Y..yes, she said in a very hushed tone.
	Yes, what?
	Master... yes, Master, she gave in.
 
 
G
 
 
He had released her from the device, attached her wrists behind her back, and prodded her over towards the makeshift bathroom.  She had 
indicated her need to relieve herself, hoping that she would have some privacy and a moment alone.  She was wrong.  He sat her down on 
the toilet seat and secured her ankles to rings located on each side of the fixture.  He sat in a nearby chair, and watched her as he drank from 
a can of Pepsi.
	Are you just going to sit there and watch me go to the bathroom?, she asked incredulously.
	Why not?, he replied amused.  I told you that we would become ultimately intimate.  This is just one part of that growing intimacy. 
 He swigged a drink of his soda.
	I cant do this.  I just cant go to the bathroom while your watching me.  I couldnt do this in front of anyone, not even my husband if I 
were to have one, she complained.
	Im not your husband.  Im your master and you will do your thing if we have to wait here all day long, he concluded.
	Furious at him, she sat there, legs splayed, her arms uselessly pinned behind her.  Her bowels tugged at her conscious, relaying 
their need to empty, yet her mind struggled with her need to maintain some shred of dignity.  Hes taking every bit of dignity away from me, 
she thought, and he wont stop until I am crawling to him begging to be his slave.  Oh God, how am I going to get through this...?
	Twenty minutes later Conrad looked up to the sound of trickling, rising in tempo till it was a steady stream.  She was looking at him 
with contempt, trying to maintain an air of dignity.  He smiled.
 
	Your a mess, he noted as he released her from the toilet.  Its time to clean up and get ready for dinner.  You will be my dinner 
guest tonight, wont you?, he chuckled.  He walked her over towards the showers where he locked in place a two foot length of heavy chain 
running from a ring in the floor to her ankle.  He then let her arms drop free and stood back as she glowered at him.
	Im sure you know what to do in a shower so I shouldnt have to give you much instruction, should I.  A long pause.  I see, he 
continued.  The idea here is to turn the water on, soap up and wash off.  Is the concept too difficult for you to understand or will I have to show 
you how its done myself?, he said growing impatient.
	I can do it!, she blurted out as she saw him began to come towards her.  Ill wash off.  She turned her back towards him and 
turned on the faucets, adjusting the mixture and sending a stream of warm water flowing over her body.  She took her time, relishing the 
warmth that the water gave her.
	I think you are wet enough for soap now, Conrad said interrupting her.
	Reluctantly she stepped out from underneath the water and grabbed the bar of soap off the nearby shelf.  She lathered her legs, 
stomach, skipping over her breasts and finishing up her shoulders and face.
	Hold it right there, he said.  You cant possibly call that a thorough cleaning.  Your forgetting some very important body parts.  I 
want you to clean those tits of yours!  And dont forget to clean my cum out from your pussy either.
	She blushed red and resigned herself to cleaning her private parts in front of her captor, careful not to linger too long in any one 
place.  He allowed her to wash the soap off and wash her hair out.  Dripping wet she was given a towel to dry off with.  Done, she wrapped the 
towel around her body, tucking it in at the top and gave Conrad a pleading look.  He consented this time.
	Conrad attached a short length of chain between her ankles, subsequently removing the link between her and the ring in the floor.  
For a brief moment, Kerri thought of escape, her hands were free and she could attack him while he was busy with her bonds.  Yet, she knew 
that she could not overpower him and that her attempted escape might prove to be painful in the long run.  Escape could wait until 
circumstances were more to her advantage.
	He directed her over to a vanity table, complete with mirror and lights, and a large selection of various makeups and 
accouterments.  She sat down upon the cushioned stool and looked into the mirror.  Now, he is going to want for me to make myself up so that 
he can live out some perverted fantasy.  Fuck him.  Im not a fucking prostitute!
	Then he reached inside a drawer and pulled out a five by ten glossy of one of Kerris studio shots that depicted her kneeling on a 
bed, arms up and grasping the back of her head.  Her breasts were majestically displayed and a hint of pubic hair peaked out from 
underneath a loose skirt.  He lay it in front of her.
	This is what I want from you.  I want you to apply whatever magic you use on your pretty face to look like this.  You may have 
noticed that I brought most of your makeup from home for you to use, in addition to several products I purchased on my own.  Take your time 
and do this right slave.
	She stared down at the picture of her naked body, burning with anger at herself for ever posing for Playboy.  If she had just said no 
to the roving talent scouts, she wouldnt here.  In her anger she picked up the hairbrush laying on the table and flung it at the mirror.  NO!  I will 
not be your whore!, she shrieked.
	Without hesitation, Conrad snatched her arms and brought them back behind her where he refastened them to her collar.  She tried 
to stand and twist away from his grasp, but he held her firmly, forcing her into submission, pulling the towel from her body.  She kicked at his 
legs and screamed as he dragged her out of the bathroom and into the torture chamber.  He pushed, shoved and pulled her wriggling, naked 
body over to another device nearby the one he had previously hitched her to.
	Upon seeing her destination, Kerris sense of self preservation kicked in and she pleaded with Conrad.  PLEASE!!!  Oh God, I 
promise I will be good - Ill make myself up just like you want me to.  Ill do it - I promise!!
	Of course you will slave, he acknowledged.  But first you must be punished for disobeying me.
	She stared wide-eyed at the machine wondering what hideous things he had in store for her.  The device was heavy in 
construction and its use was obvious even to the uninitiated.
	Grabbing her by the waist he lifted her up onto the device, resting her waist atop a padded bar running horizontal to the ground.  It 
was difficult with her constant kicking, but he managed to cinch the leather belt around her slim waist securing her to the bar.  Next he grabbed 
each leg and, using four straps, one at the ankle and one at the bend of each knee, he pinioned her legs to the rails.  These he spread apart 
so wide that her cunt lips parted, exposing her tender, pink sex.
	Why are you doing this?!  I said I would do what you want!, Kerri continued to plea.
	He unlocked and then secured her wrists to points located underneath her and slightly off to the side.  This lesson has been long 
in coming.  Since you have arrived you have contantly ignored the rules that I have given you.  Talking without permission, not using my 
proper title when you do talk, and simply disobeying my directions.  I have not forgotten your transgressions and now its time to pay the 
piper.  Her neck rested in a U-shaped restraint which he tightened to restrict any movement of the head, yet not too tight to hinder breathing.
	He left her for a moment and returned with two thirty foot lengths of thin white nylon cord.  He held them out to her and asked, Do 
you know what these are for?
	She tried to shake her head but was unable to.
	With these, he lectured, I will have you begging for mercy and crying in orgasmic release.  Maybe you will learn to abide by my 
rules.  He really didnt think that this example would be enough to break her will, but it would be a start and it would be fun to watch her writhe in 
agony, both in pain and in sexual heat.
	As with most of the machines he designed, this one also incorporated a hydraulic lifting system which he activated, raising Kerris 
inert form high above the ground, to where her hanging boobs were easily accessible.
	Conrad stepped underneath her and let her breasts slide across his upturned face.  He grasped them gently and massaged them 
while his tongue teased her already growing nipples.  Then without warning he grasped her left nipple between his fingers and yanked 
downwards, stretching her tit out to its fullest.
	She screeched in sudden pain and tried unsuccessfully to pull away from his savage grip.  He continued his hold on her nipple 
and with the other hand looped one end of the white cord around the base of her breast.  This he tightened and then started wrapping more 
loops around and around, moving slightly downwards with each loop.  Each wrap was progressively tighter than the last and caused the 
trapped blood in her breast to be forced towards her nipple.
	AEEEEEIIIIII...!!!!!, she screamed in his ear.  YOUR HURTING ME!  OH GOD, IT HURTS SO BAD!!!
	He continued the wrapping, relentlessly forcing her breast to distend like an over-inflated balloon.  By the time he ran out of cord, 
her breast was swollen purple and her nipples, beet red,  were enlarged to twice their normal erect size.
	Kerris face was red with hurt and her breaths came in short pants.  Her body was covered with new sweat and it shook 
uncontrollably in response to the abuse being tended to her breast.
	Please...Master, she gasped, I will be good from now on..  Ill do whatever you want.  Your hurting me so bad.  Tears were in her 
eyes as she tried to come to grips with the pain, the pain in her breast now becoming a steady throb.
	Good!  Im pleased that you used my proper name.  It is a start, but we have a few other items to cover before were done here, he 
replied smiling.  His hand came up and found her free breast.  She howled as he grabbed the nipple and brought it downwards, sweat 
breaking anew upon her forehead.  He wrapped the remaining cord around the breast and stood back waiting for her to stop sobbing.
	Her tits were so tightly bound it felt as if blood was being forced out her nipples, yet she was minutely comforted by the fact that 
they were not growing cold - an indication that their blood circulation was not cut off completely.  Soon, numbness came and a steady 
throbbing in her chest replaced the blinding pain.  Her shakes eased and she was able to breath deeply.
	Seeing her recovery, Conrad stepped back underneath her, careful not to touch her breasts.  He knew that they were ultimately 
sensitive in their current state and his next plan called for precisely applied stimulation.
	Anticipating her continued torture, she screamed.  PLEASE!!  NO MORE!!  I cant take anymore pain!!
	I believe your correct.  I think you have had enough pain for now slave.  Now I will teach you that pain and sex can be intertwined 
into stimulating bed partners.
	Opening his mouth, he slid his tongue outwards and barely touched her enlarged nipple.  The sensitivity of the hard nipple, being 
ten times that of normal, sent electric shocks of ecstasy throughout Kerris body and she shuttered.  Moving to her other nipple, he pressed 
home the attack, licking and sucking her tender nubs till she was moaning in abandonment.
	Once again, her body had betrayed her and more notably, her sexual passion had pushed aside the bio-chemical messages 
being sent from her pain receptors.  The two sparing with each other, pain, then undeniable lust and sensual arousal, caused her body to 
spasm at every application of his tongue to the nerve endings located in her nipples.  She closed her eyes and rode the wave of orgasm to 
its culminating peak and then cried out in surrender as she plunged over the crest, her body racked with convulsions.
	Conrad ceased his fondling of her breasts and moved around her.  From her position she did not see him reach up and pull down 
the device attached to the ceiling, positioning it at her rear.  It was his pride and joy in construction engineering, employing both physical 
sciences and computer control.  The arms blueprint was borrowed from an automobile factory, designed to weld numerous parts together 
with precision in record speed.  The only difference between it original purpose and what it would be used for today, was that the arc welder 
was removed from the end and replaced with a very special dildo.
	The dildo was nine inches in length and one and a half inches in diameter.  It contained a very powerful vibrator in the base which 
was externally powered, eliminating batteries and allowing for continuous operation.  In addition it was filled with an expandable bladder.   
This bladder was attached via a hose to an electric air compressor.  When completely filled it would expand the dildo to a huge four inches in 
diameter.
	The entire robot arm was controlled by a computer which Conrad had pre-programmed with many different scenarios, or paths, 
which the arm would follow without compromise.  The particular program that was loaded into the computers memory would provide input to 
the arm for a continuous loop of motions simulating thrusting and twisting of the plastic dick.  During its course of manipulations it would 
randomly vary the vibrations and diameter of the dildo as well.  As a final act of control, the dildo would occasionally seep lubricant to 
facilitate its ease of movement.
	Not allowing Kerri to recover from her orgasm, Conrad swung the tip of the dildo into her still-wet cunt, pushing it in all the way to the 
hilt.  Using a remote, he zeroed the position of the dildo, feeding the X,Y,Z coordinates of the maximum insertion point into the computer.  
Receiving the proper acknowledgment and prompt from the computer, he moved the head of the dildo to a position approximately one inch 
inside of her love canal.  Another push of the remote zeroed the X,Y,Z coordinates of the maximum removal point of the dildo.
	Sensing the item inside of her did not quite meet her expectations of a normal hand-held dildo, Kerri began to worry.  What are you 
doing?, she asked in urgency, still in pain from her bound tities.
	He responded over her back, Just relax slave.  I want to introduce you to a friend of mine.  His name is Robby - Robby the robot. 
 And since he is my friend I have assured him that he could fuck you till he passed out.  Well, he chuckled, in this case I guess you will be the 
first one to pass out.
	He stepped back around to her front and held the remote in his hand.  Looking at her he said, Are you ready for the ride of your 
life?.
	Please, please ...., she started but stopped short with a gasp when he jabbed his finger on the execute button.  The arm began 
by making 360 degree turns of the dildo, increasing the vibration slowly and then inching its way into her cunt.  She bucked trying to escape 
the mechanical dick.  
	In the course of the next several minutes the dildo began to slide in and out of her snatch, twisting and probing in random motions, 
quick then slow, expanding and contracting to its limits.  When fully expanded Kerris gasps turned into grunts of pain as she tried to relax and 
accommodate its size.
	While the robot pumped relentlessly away, Conrad went back to work on her nipples, licking and sucking them till she was panting 
with sexual energy.  Uuuhhhh....ggggghhhh!!!!  She orgasmed quickly, whining in her passion.
	Conrad smiled in his pleasure at his slave performing so well, far beyond his expectations.  He had truly wondered if he could 
persuade an abducted woman to orgasm in this environment.  From all that he had read, the key was to concentrating the captives thoughts 
completely on the act of sex.  Without other external thoughts, such as family or the things she left behind, the body would generally respond 
to continued arousal.  Sometimes, after prolonged sessions, the subject would go so far as to become addicted to their sexual release, 
abandoning all will and self-control, instead living for their next fix, not unlike a drug addict.  It was this dependence on him for sexual 
gratification that Conrad desired to instill in Kerri, and he felt he was far ahead of schedule thus far.
	Unknown to Conrad, Kerri was a very sexual creature, nearly unsatible for sexual release, but rather unusually, she was not overly 
loose as many of her old friends had been.  She found that she could mostly satisfy her needs alone, applying exactly the right technique that 
produced the best orgasms, not having to deal with the male ego or less-than-adequate performance on the part of her lover.  She would 
have died in embarrassment had anyone ever discovered that she sometimes would masturbate several times a day.  Occasionally she 
would masturbate in the morning, then again when she got home from college, and then once more before going to bed.  She especially liked 
to cum before bed as it allowed her to sleep better.
	Now she would have more orgasms than she had ever thought possible.
	Not wanting to damage her breasts, Conrad slowly unwrapped each hoots allowing them their freedom.  As the blood flowed back 
into her breasts, Kerri gritted her teeth and groaned in the new born pain that returned to her chest.  Soon the color returned and her tits 
regained their normal shape and appearance.  Conrad played with them for awhile, as a child does with a toy, and then stepped to her rear 
watching intently the progress of the automated dildo.
	Her eyes closed, she felt the wave of orgasm flow over her body, time after time, as the unmerciful rubber cock penetrated her 
twat.  Her body shook in continuous convulsions and it was covered with her sweat.  Adding even more stimulation to her already overloaded 
nervous system, Conrad teased her exposed clit with his fingers, rubbing and pulling at it, watching her pussy muscles contract and expand in 
orgasm after orgasm.
	Her moans turned into guttural sounds as her body uncontrollably shook.  Each time her body peaked over the edge of orgasm, it 
was not allowed to recover, instead being brought right back to orgasm with the continual stimulation in between her thighs.
	Finally after about two hours of fucking the mechanical dick, she cried out, OH GOD!  Please...huff, huff....  I cant, cant take 
anymore of this ... pant, uh.... my stomach hurts...  Her face tightened in concentration as she plunged once more over the edge, her pussy 
juices long used up, the dildo now providing all the slippery lubrication needed.
	Sensing that the lesson was nearing the end of its usefulness, and suspicious that anymore might actually be detrimental to his 
purpose, Conrad reached up and aborted the computer program only after 58 iterations of the basic two minute long loop.
	However he was not completely done with her, he thought to himself as he reached down and stroked his throbbing dick.  With a 
hiss of escaping air, he lowered the platform she was on till her cunt was easily serviceable by his stiff cock.
	One last orgasm for yours truly, he said to her as he plunged his cock into her slit.  It didnt take long, his balls had been ready to 
explode over the last two hours of watching her writhe, and Kerri, bucking in another mind blowing orgasm of her own, forced him over the 
edge.  Arching his back and pounding his groin against her ass, Conrad shook as he shot his cum deep inside of her.  She whimpered in her 
exhaustion and soon her shaking subsided to an occasional jerk as he plied his softening penis back and forth in her slick hole.
	Whew, that was good!, he exhaled.  Removing his now limp cock from Kerris pussy, he got to work at releasing Kerris bonds, 
occasionally brushing her clit with his hand, making her gasp.
	Completely debased and stripped of her will to fight, she allowed herself to be gently lifted off the device and placed onto her feet. 
 Her legs were deadened and she required Conrads help to remain standing.  She had nothing to say and reflected over and over as to the 
intensity of the pain she had just experienced and how she had been humiliated and sexually fulfilled to the point where none of it mattered at 
the moment.  She looked at the robotic arm with both a longing and a fear as she thought how it would be if she was strapped to that dildo all 
day long.  She knew that she would indeed pass out.
	Im thirsty - Master, she choked out quietly.
	Ill bet you are.  You can have your drink if you agree to clean yourself up without a fuss.  You must also be hungry too.  As soon as 
you get all cleaned up, Ill bring you something good to eat.  Does this sound good to you?
	She contemplated his offer for a moment and then shook her head, It sounds good, Master.  
	She hung her head in resignation as he walked her towards the shower and handed her a glass of cold water from the nearby 
watercooler.  She drank it greedily and when she had finished he gave her more.  She drank four more cups before she indicated that she 
had enough and needed to go to the bathroom.
	Make sure you do everything because it will be the last chance till tomorrow morning, he said to her, pointing to the toilet.  She 
clearly understood but could not bring herself to relax her sphincter muscles enough to take a shit in front of him.
	After a while he allowed her to stand up and turn the shower on.  Tired and worn out physically, she languished under the warm 
water, letting the streaming water massage her head and shoulders.  She tried to ignore Conrads presence and instead concentrated on the 
effort required to soap up and rinse off.  She hesitated touching her private parts, not so much due to Conrads gaze, but more because they 
were so tender that she was certain that the slightest contact would arouse her sexually - the last thing she wanted at the moment.  Heeding 
Conrads non-verbal direction she shrugged her shoulders and brought the bar of soap up to her breast.  She quickly passed it over her 
nipples and inwardly moaned at the electric sensation that came from them.
	I want you to clean your tits well slave.  Soap them up till I tell you to stop, Conrad ordered in a calm but serious voice.
	She stood there shocked, thought about disobeying him but knew that disobedience would just lead to suffering, and relented, 
drawing her open palm over the curvature of her breast.  A gasp escaped from her throat.
	Massage your breasts with both hands, he said watching intently and feeling a rise beginning in his pants.
	She submitted to his demand and began to thoroughly kneed her tits, feeling her knees shake from the intense pleasure she was 
administering to herself.  She felt her cunt ache with a desire to be touched but she refused to act upon her urgency in front of her captor of her 
own will.  Then she stunned herself with the acknowledgment that she wanted him to force her to touch her pussy.  To allow her to masturbate 
and assuage her longing.  What is happening to me?!, she wondered with a touch of apprehension.
	Kerri was taken back when he said, Okay, enough play time slut.  Rinse off, but under no circumstances are you to touch your 
pussy.  Do you understand?
	Huh?, she uttered confused and horny.  She needed to get off!  What was this bastard about to do?  She began to wash herself off 
trying to direct the spray from the nozzle down between her legs.  The water striking her breasts simply aggravated her condition and soon 
she found herself trying to rub her pussy between her thighs.
	She looked up as Conrad reached into a foot locker and brought out an unusual device.  Her body now clean, he reached over 
and turned off the water and directed her to dry off but again warned her about not touching her pussy.
	She was clearly frustrated as he handed her the chastity belt, her eyes widening as she comprehended what it was.
	Put this on, Conrad commanded shoving it into her hands.
	Her mind went over the significance of what he was telling her to do.  On the one hand, he was allowing her to cover herself to 
some degree, this appealing to her modesty.  On the other hand, she was undeniably sexually frustrated and needed to quench the fire 
between her legs.  It was this side of the argument that won out and she had to be prompted again to put it on.  
	The chastity belt was made of leather and pieces of metal sewn in strategic spots.  It fit snugly atop her hips, secured by a locking 
belt around her waist to prevent it from being pulled downwards.  Between her legs a wide strip of metal ran the length of her crotch obstructing 
access to her pussy.
	Next, Conrad retrieved another article of clothing from the foot locker, a heavy leather bra made out of leather and steel plates.
	He walked to the rear of her and commanded, Bring your arms up over your head.  She complied and he reached around her 
front placing the bra over her large breasts.  Pulling back, he brought them up and completely inside the iron maiden bra.  He then pulled two 
leather straps up and over her shoulders, running them through her collar and down to the back of the bra where he locked everything 
together.  There was little chance her being able to squirm out of it.  He touched her arms and directed them back down to her sides.
	It quite late and I am sure you must be exhausted.  Come this way and I will show you your quarters.
	He led her to the bedchamber where a king size bed took up most of the room.  It was adorned with cotton sheets, blankets and 
lots of pillows to lay upon.
	If your a good girl, someday you will be allowed to sleep here with me, he said.  Motioning to the far end of the room, he added, 
In there is where you will sleep until you learn the rules of your enslavement.
	She peered into the darkness behind the thick steel bars which comprised the cage door.  It was a ten by ten foot square cell 
covered with a bed of thick straw.  In the center of the cell a large ring was embedded into the floor.  She cringed at the thought of being 
locked into the cage, treated as a circus animal and took a step backwards.
	 One last thing.  He fished inside a nearby cupboard and pulled out two small, stiff leather bags with straps around the openings.  
He grabbed her wrist and stuffed her hand into one of the bags.  She tried to resist but his grip was painful and she acquiesced to his whims.  
He wrapped the leather strap around her wrist and locked it into place and repeated the procedure with Kerris other hand.
	Im sure I could trust you not to attempt it, but these will assure that you dont try and slip a finger inside your chastity belt.  Cant 
have you friggn yourself in the middle of the night without me, can we?
	Finished, he opened the door to the cell and motioned her into it.  She took two paces forward and stopped, feeling very trapped 
and cornered.  Panic began to well up inside her.
	Conrad noted the expression on her face and before she could bolt, he grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, quickly 
depositing her inside on top of the straw.  She reacted by trying to force her way out between him and the wall of the cell but he pinned her with 
his arm and attached the chain between the floor and her collar.  He let go of her and stepped outside as she pleaded to be let go.
	Please dont leave me in here, she sobbed.  I promise I wont try to escape, but I beg of you to let me out of this cage - Master!  
He ignored her cries and swung the door shut, locking it with a sullen clank.  He left her there, crying in self pity, and went upstairs where he got 
ready for bed.  Sleep would elude both of them that night.
 
 
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	That night she had slept little and worried much.  It was the first time since her abduction that she had any time to be alone and 
think.  She had tried to escape her bonds but found to her dismay that it was of no use.  Her sleep was interrupted by the persistent and 
unquenchable attention her pussy demanded and her thoughts played the days events over and over in her fitful dreams.  She had a 
thousand questions but was not rewarded with any answers.   She did not know how much more abuse, sexually and emotionally, she could 
take.
	
 


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Subject: NEW Story - Capture of Kerri (Part 4)
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	The real question that she had to answer was that of allowing herself to follow the orders of this man whom she did not even have a 
name for other than his self-imposed title of Master.  Could she betray herself and her entire upbringing by allowing her will to be control by 
another individual?  She surmised that he had nearly taken hold of her will by using sex as an instrument.  She could not believe how willing 
her body was to be used in this manner, but her emotions and logic told her to fight, to regain her dignity and self control.  
	Indeed, by the time the sun and risen in the early morning, she had convinced herself she could beat Conrad at his own game.
 
	
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	Click.  She was roused by the sound of the key unlocking the cell door.  She jerked her head up and looked out between the bars 
of the cell, raising her body off the matted straw.  Her captor stood at the entrance wearing a blue, pinstriped suit and silk tie as if ready to go 
off to work.
	Conrad greeted her cheerfully.  Good morning slave.  I hope that you were able to get some sleep last night.  Breakfast will be in 
an hour and I want you to be presentable before I bring you upstairs.  He motioned to the bed where a semi-formal white-laced dress, black 
garters and sheer stockings, and a pair of white high heels lay.
	I want you to put those on and then we will try again at the vanity table.
	I will do what you say, but I am doing it against my will.  I just wanted you to know that I will never willingly do anything you wish.  
The only reason I am doing this is because I dont have any desire to be hurt.  She looked at him in defiance and then added with contempt 
in her voice, Master.
	Well, its a start.  I thought our progress might take a step backwards given enough time to yourself.  But I look forward to out 
continuing lessons, dont you?
	No, I do not.  You can rape me and torture me till Im dead, but I will not willingly give in to your demands - ever!
	Turn around, he said wondering if he had just been wounded where it mattered.  He unlocked the multitude of straps and told her 
to slip out of the bra and chastity belt.  Despite her boldness, she hesitated before complying and he knew that she was still modest and 
insecure.  Good, I will take advantage of her weakness this morning.  I might still be able to gain control over her before its too late.
	Good.  Now get dressed, Conrad said. Looking over at the bed she noticed the lack of underwear and assumed that this was his 
intent.   He watched her as she shrugged indifferently and obediently slipped the dress over her head and tugged it over her slim body.  Her 
cleavage was prominent and the dress held her breasts proudly aloft.  Kerri then proceeded to bend over at the waist and slip on the 
stockings and garter belt.  Lastly she stepped into the high heels and stood still, still trying hard not to give her master a show.
	Near perfection, he commented at her beauty.  Lets see if you can complete the picture with some makeup.  He gestured 
towards the vanity table and she walked over to it, sitting down on the stool.
	Fine, she thought, Ill take my time and make myself all pretty.  It beats getting raped and hurt.  Though she knew that would happen 
soon enough.
	He waited patiently for her across the room, giving her some illusionary space and freedom, anticipating mercilessly ripping it 
away from her again.  Keeping her on her toes and always one step behind was what he was trying to accomplish in his training course.  She 
would be harder than he had hoped.
	Forty five minutes later she announced that she was done, and indeed, she was a work of art.  Beauty was never better defined.  
Conrad was awestruck and found himself wondering if he could maintain his composure.
	Turn around, he said to her as he twirled his finger in the air.  She frowned and turned on her heels, still trying her best to avoid 
turning her captor on, avoid looking into his eyes.
	Absolutely breathtaking.  I will be honored if you would join me at breakfast.  He walked up to her and bent down, slipping a pair 
of padded leather cuffs over her ankles and linking a 24 chain between them.  He then slipped a pair of similar cuffs over her wrists, locking 
them together with a shorter 6 chain.
	Sorry about that, he said insincerely.  But I have to make sure that you cant go running off and get lost in the woods.  He gently 
held onto her arm as he escorted Kerri upstairs and past the heavy steel door.
	Sunshine greeted her and once again the luxurious settings of the huge home had the effect of making her drop her guard slightly, 
her mind unable to relate the mountain vista with the events of the previous day.
	Her nose caught the whiff of cooking bacon and her stomach growled in hunger.  She hadnt had anything to eat since two days 
before and she was famished.
	Conrad motioned her over to a glass dinning room table where two place settings were embellished with crystal glasses, exquisite 
silverware and fine china.  Food adorned the entire center of the table and she could feel her saliva glands kick it in anticipation.
	Sitting down himself, he told her to take her seat.  Careful not to trip over the manacles, Kerri walked over to the other side of the 
table and pulled out the white, hardwood chair.
	Wha...OH GOD NO!!, she nearly fell backwards as she tried to get away from the chair.  Conrad jumped out of his seat and 
grabbed her from behind, holding her firm.
	You said you did not want to be hurt.  Is that still true?  Cause if it is, you will do as your told and take your seat.  If you dont I will 
hang you by your wrists and whip your body till you bleed.  Its your choice.
	Kerri ceased her struggles and thought hard about what he said, horrified at what she had just seen and yet more scared of being 
brutalized with a whip.
	Her decision came in a muted gasp.  Okay, I will sit down .... Master.
	Good, he said and let go of her.  He walked back to his seat and plopped down, watching her closely.
	She slowly moved over to the chair and pulled it out away from the table.  Attached to the center of the seat, a large pink dildo 
pointed upwards, humming and throbbing back and forth and up and down.  At the base of the plastic cock a small thumb-like protrusion 
busily danced about waiting to come into direct contact with Kerris clitoris.
	Pull your dress up above your hips and get on it, Conrad instructed.  Embarrassed, she did so, exposing her pussy to his view 
and awkwardly positioned herself above the moving target.
	I want you to look into my eyes slave.  Do not turn away.
	In anguish she looked up and met his eager eyes.  Not wishing his view blocked though the glass table top, Conrad insisted that 
she impale it without using her hands.  
	With some difficulty and after several tries, Kerri finally managed to get the moving cock part way into her still-dry slit.  Uuuhhh...., 
she uttered as the dildo awakened her clit.  It wasnt long before her pussy juices flowed of their own accord and she was able to lower herself 
the rest of the way till her ass smacked the wooded seat.  Her face contorted with pleasure and a waning look of self-control as her clit was 
continuously stimulated by the protrusion at the base of the dildo.
	Conrad found himself massaging a raging hard on and wondered how many times he could cum within such a short period of time. 
 Taking control of the situation he said to her, Eat.  Eat your breakfast before it gets cold.
	Her face, now fully enveloped in waves of sexual passion, barely revealed acknowledgment of his instructions.  Instead she 
slowly lifted herself up and down upon the shaft, her muscles shook with abandonment.  His own appetite shrank while his lust manifested 
itself, eyeing her wet pussy lips sliding over the plastic dildo, the length of it disappearing into her cunt and then reappearing as she reared 
upwards.
	Smack, smack, smack - the sounds of her ass hitting the wet seat over and over as she rode it faster and harder.  Then her body 
trembled and she screamed, screamed in ecstasy as she plunged of the edge in one of many orgasms to come during that morning 
breakfast hour.  Conrad would not allow her to get up no matter how much she begged and he forced her to eat her food during the lulls 
between orgasms.  Finally she had finished her breakfast and Conrad consented to allowing her to rise from the chair.
	He stood with her and walked her over to the back of a long couch situated in the middle of the nearby living room. He put her 
hands on the top rail and told her to say put.  She was still shaking and out of breath as he pulled the top of her dress down below her breasts, 
spilling them out.  He stepped behind her, pulled her dress upwards and pulled out his throbbing cock.  Teasingly, he laid the length of it 
between her pussy lips and slid it up and down till Kerri was again moaning with desire.
	He reached around and found her tits, massaging her hard nipples.  He was pleased as she unconsciously ground her pussy 
onto his cock, wanting for him to take her.  This he did, easily sliding the head of his prick between the folds of her slit and on into her moist 
hole.  She whimpered as he hammered his entire length into her, the head pressing hard into the back of her cunt.  Her breathing matched his 
in guttural statico, shallow pants.  Their bodies were profiled in the mirror to the side of the room, giving full view of his manhood penetrating 
her rear.  Her ass reared upwards meeting his thrusts and her gorgeously shaped legs strained to maintain their purchase atop her five inch 
heels.  Her breasts bounced and danced beneath her and Conrad pulled aside her long, blonde hair to completely reveal them to the 
reflections of the mirror.
	He slowed down his pace, wanting to take his time and savor her body before continuing his lessons in dominance.  He ran his 
hands down Kerris thighs and back up and around her soft belly.  He moved one hand up to her quivering breast and gently massaged it 
while his other hand reached between her legs, finding her clit and teasing it.  She moaned softly and shook with another series of orgasms.
	Slowly, with consideration, he quickened his pace.  The sweat stood out on his forehead as his plunged into her, throwing her body 
over the back of the couch, her stomach resting on the padded top edge.  He rested his weight over his arms and wildly fucked her cunt, 
pounding into her, over and over again.  With a strained grunt he came, spurting his jism deep within her body and drilling her even harder 
than before while his body convulsed.
	Oh shit!  Oh man - Damn that was good!, he praised her as he sat down on the floor to recuperate.  Kerri lay draped over the 
couch, cum dribbling out her slit and down her thigh.  She was crying in despair.
	Come on baby, he said, truly touched by her tears.  Didnt you enjoy it?  You must have cum a dozen times this morning.  
Geeezz, most women that I know would kill for a session like that.
	She pulled her legs up over the couch and lay weeping in the fetal position.
	Are you ashamed with yourself for becoming sexually aroused?, he asked her.  Dont be so hard on yourself.  As I said before, 
its not something that you have control over.  So instead of fighting it, go with the flow and try and enjoy yourself.
	Her cries subdued to a sniffle and very quietly she spoke.  Im very scared.  I sooo scared of you and what you might do to me.  
She paused to wipe her tear-streaked eyes.  But most of all Im scared of what you are turning me into - a slut.  As if a dam burst, Kerri took in 
a deep breath and began talking in near hysteria.  A fucking slut is what you have turned me into.  Damn you!  All you have to do is touch me 
and I act like a animal in heat.  You have no right to do this to me.  Do you hear me?  No right at all!!
	He stood up and walked around to her where she was looking up at him with fear in her eyes.
	Oh God, please - Im sorry I said all of that Master.  I will do whatever you want, but please dont hurt me, she pleaded with him.
	Stand up and be quiet, he ordered her.  She stood in front of him, tugging the front of the dress up over her breasts.  She looked 
into his eyes for some hint of what he was going to do next, afraid to speak any further.
	Follow me, he said pointing to the front door.  She silently hobbled behind Conrad as best as her two foot chain allowed.  
Grabbing a small backpack by the front door, he escorted her around to the side of the house and deep into the woods along a dirt path.  
Huge evergreens and alders reared overhead, blocking a large portion of the daylight and birds chirped their melodic songs.
	The urge to run was great, but she knew that she could not get ten feet, chained as she was, before he would be on top of her.  
Occasionally she would startle as Conrad would playfully pinch her ass.  Her eyes penetrated the heavy foliage looking for any sign of other 
homes or human activity, someone to scream for help to.  There was nothing but thick forest all around them.
	Soon they came upon a clearing in the woods, a small meadow about 40 feet in diameter and covered with  thick, green grass and 
a small, but deep, creek ran just to one side..  Sunlight poured through the opening in the forests canopy, alighting Kerris hair and the white of 
her dress.  In the middle of the meadow, two solid-looking wooden posts stuck six feet out of the ground.
	Conrad turned her around to face him and spoke in a deliberate tone.  I want you to suck my cock and make love to my body, 
slave.  I want you to strip yourself naked and crawl on your belly to me.  You will make love to my cock like it is your most prized possession. 
 Kerri blanched as he continued.  You will take my cock in your mouth and swallow its entire length and when I cum, you will swallow every 
drop with a smile on your face.  He paused to allow her to absorb he instructions.  Now slave!
	She took a step backwards and looked at the ground in fear.  I-I c-cant.  I cant do it..., she feebly uttered.
	Already knowing her response, he was ready.  With a quick motion, he grabbed her arm and twisted it up behind her back.  She 
screamed at the sudden force and tried to twist away from his grip.  Holding her by her throat and pinned wrist, Conrad pushed her over 
towards the posts protruding from the ground.  She fought valiantly, screaming as loud as she could muster, but she was no match for his 
strength.
	Pushing her against one of the posts, he pinned her with his knee while he released the chain between her wrists.  This done, he 
pulled a length of rope out of the backpack and tied it into the D-ring on the inside portion of her left cuff.  She beat at him feebly with her free 
hand as he looped the other end of the rope around the post and pulled it tight, bringing her arm up and outwards in a straight line.  He tied the 
rope off securely and repeated the operation on her right hand.  Now that her arms were tied, her will to fight lessened, making her legs easy 
to tie to the bottom of each post.
	She cried as he stood in front of her spread-eagle form and vainly tried to reason with him.  Please, Oh God, please dont hurt me 
Master!  I am sorry that I did not immediately do as you commanded.  I will now!  I will make you very happy.  I promise!  Desperately she 
tried another tack, hoping to convince him that she was ready to do as he wished.  Look, if you let me go I will dance for you - yes, I will strip 
tease for you.  I know you would like that, right?  And then I will crawl on my stomach to you and pull out your gorgeous cock and take it all the 
way in - just like you want me to.  And I will swallow your cum, every bit of it and enjoy it.  Then afterwards you can take me again, fuck me 
anyway you like.  Or maybe you would like to relax and let me do all of the work?  I can do it all for you Master!!  Please, please let me have a 
chance!
	He actually hesitated for a moment, excited by her pleading and knowing that her words would indeed come true - but later.  He 
wanted her complete submission, without hesitation and he hoped his continued lessons would teach her that.  If he backed down now, she 
would have won and any future obedience would be in question.  No, he had to discipline her well.
	I sounds wonderful my pretty little slut, but you failed to immediately obey me and then on top of that, you fought against me, trying 
to escape.  No, I will have to teach you a lesson now.
	She continued to beseech him but he ignored her while he dug around in the backpack and came out with a strangely shaped 
piece of leather, adorned with multiple straps and laces.  She watched him as he walked over to the stream and plunged it into the waters 
edge, placing a rock on top of it to keep the apparatus from washing downstream.
	He came to her and pulled out a small pocket knife.  Sorry about the dress, he said, while pulling the blade out of its protective 
sheath.  But it will just get in the way.  He cut through the back and upper arms of the dress, letting it fall away from her naked body.  She 
stood their, unable to move but an inch or two in any direction, trembling in apprehension.
	Conrad returned to the stream and pulled the leather apparatus out of the water and calmly walked back to Kerris side.  He held 
the article up to her and said, This is a special purpose bra.  Its leather has been treated with a special property that allows it to breath and 
its been bonded with a special elastic material that will help it form to the shape of your tits.
	She was bewildered by the bra and what he was telling her.  Was this her punishment?  I dont get it, she thought to herself.
	Stepping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and brought the leather bra upwards till it cradled her tits loosely.  She 
shivered at the coldness of the wet leather as it caressed her breasts.
	He pulled a two-inch-wide strap upwards from each side of the bra over her shoulders and fastened them through cinch clamps at 
the backside of the bra which was now fixed horizontally across her back.  Moving to her front, he diligently set to work positioning each breast 
precisely inside the corresponding bra cup, and then tightened two dozen small straps sewn over the entire exterior of the bra.  These 
precision adjustments allowed the bra to fit perfectly to the curvature of each breast, snug, but not too tight.  At the tip of each cup there was a 
small hole, allowing her nipples to extend outwards.
	Conrad took a step backwards and appreciated her leather-clad chest.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gag.  Open 
wide, he commanded, holding the penis shaped gag to her lips.  Do as I say or I will force it in slave, he cautioned her.  She consented to 
his reasoning allowing him to secure the gag in place.  
	I will be leaving you now to let you enjoy some peace and quiet in the sun.  Oh, did I forget to mention that leather has a unique 
property that enables it to expand greatly when it is soaked in water?  He paused for effect.  And conversely, he continued, it has a nasty 
propensity for shrinking when it is dried out - like underneath a hot sun.  He looked up and shielded his eyes from the suns glare and then 
looked back down to her.  Yep, Ill bet that leather dries out in a couple of hours easily in this sun.  Hmmm....  I certainly wouldnt want to have 
your skin burn out here.  It wouldnt do to have it peeling all over my floors, would it?.
	He reached into the backpack and pulled out a bottle of SPF 60 sunblock lotion.  Popping the top of it, he poured a generous 
amount into the palm of his hand and began to apply it to her body.  Over her neck and down her back, down her legs and upwards over her 
belly and arms.  He paid special attention to her pussy and ass, working the lotion in deeply while she moaned and gyrated beneath his 
kneading hands.  He left her wet and wanting.
	As he was turning to leave, he suddenly remembered one last thing, Oh yes!  I almost forgot something special to keep your 
attention while you are waiting for the leather to dry.  He slipped his hand inside the pocket of his pants and produced a pair of gold plated 
nipple clamps attached to a length of gold chain.
	Her eyes bulged in horror as he approached her and she vainly attempted to shake her breasts clear of his grip, but she was held 
too tightly.  He grabbed the underside of her right leather-encased tit with his left hand and held it firmly while he pinched open one of the 
clamps with his other hand.  Assuring that she was watching him, he placed the teeth of the nipple clamp over the protruding nip and let it snap 
shut.
	She gasped in pain, her eyes rolled upwards and her body tensed against her bonds.  He let her absorb the pain for a moment 
and then proceeded to twist the locking screw on the clamp, causing it to tighten even further till she was shaking in her pain.  
AAAIIIIiiiiiiEEEEEE.....!!!!, she screamed into her gag.  Her eyes watered and her nose whistled as she tried to inhale huge breaths through 
her nostrils.
	He stood there listening to her muffled and incoherent pleadings for a while, waiting for her to calm down.  When he felt that it was 
safe to continue, he brought the other end of the chain upwards and through the ring located at the front of her collar, and then back down to 
her other breast.  Judging the total length required for his purpose, he clipped the remaining clamp into the chain about four inches up from the 
swinging end.  With his forearm, held horizontally, he lifted her right breast upwards about three inches and held it there while with his free hand 
he brought the opened clamp over her left nipple, clamping it shut.
	Wailing in agony, she bucked and raised her body upwards against her ankles restraints, attempting to pull away.  He held her 
firmly though, and tightened the clamp into place.  Then carefully, he let his forearm down, forcing her nipples upwards to support the weight of 
her suspended tits.
	There, he said to her shaking form.  That should keep you occupied for awhile.  I will leave now to give you some time to think 
about how you disappointed me earlier.  Maybe you will decide to obey me from now on, or maybe you will rather continue the discipline.  
The choice is yours.  He turned on his heel and marched off towards the house, leaving her bound in the middle of the meadow, tortured and 
crying.
	The pain in her nipples eventually subsided to a continual dull throbbing as the nerve endings grew numb.  She had been there for 
nearly and hour and her entire body ached from being tied in this one position for so long.  She found herself resting her legs by hanging 
some of her weight onto her arms, but this simply shifted the strain from one part of her body to another.
	The coolness of the bra had long ago evaporated and was replaced by a warming as the sun heated the leather.  She shifted her 
position uncomfortably as her breasts began to suffocate underneath the unyielding garment.  Inexorably, the leather bra began to shrink and 
constrict around her breasts.  The pain started as a low intensity squeeze and slowly built up to a persistent ache as her blood vessels were 
being pushed out and the fatty tissues of her breasts contended for the available space being slowly compressed by the contracting leather. 
 The nerves over the surface of her breasts began to scream in urgency, sending messages of serious problems to her brain stem.
	She tried to shut her mind off from the messages but soon she was unable to control the groans that issued from her gagged 
mouth.  Another half hour passed, and she had nearly passed out twice from the pain, but she was fortunate in that the leather was completely 
dried now.  To the unknowing observer, one might have not noticed the condition her breasts were in, other than the obvious nipple clamps.  
In fact, one might just say that they looked fine, still large and round, even though encased in leather.  To the knowledgeable though, her pain 
was quite apparent.  The actual shrinkage of the leather is not altogether great, however if initially fit snug over human flesh, any shrinkage is 
serious because flesh is simply not compressible, being made up of nearly 99% water.
	What saved Kerris tits from being literally crushed and destroyed at the cellular level, was a little give between her breasts and 
her ribcage.  It was in this area that her breasts found the space to spread just before her cells burst from the pressure.  Conrad knew this and 
had engineered the bra to allow for the space.
	She felt something down between her legs and opened her eyes.  A hand - his hand.  He was reaching up from behind her, 
between her legs, and applying some sort of white cream to her pussy.  He rubbed it in till it disappeared and then walked around to her front.
	He began to unbuckle each strap, loosening the bra from around her tits.  A cry of anguish came from her as blood rushed back 
into her freed breasts.  He removed the bra entirely and then pulled off her gag.  She gasped at the release of her jaws and opened and 
closed her mouth slowly to stretch her muscles.  He untied each of her appendages from the posts and allowed her to step away.
	Not giving her the time to recover as she probably needed, he put his demands before her.  Standing before her, he commanded, 
Kneel!.  She faltered but for a second and quickly obeyed fearing his discipline.  Good, he said impressed by her quick response.  Testing 
her further he ordered her to lay on her stomach.  She complied to this as well, squirming at the thought of ants finding their way to her flesh.
	The sun lit her wet body and he walked around her, as if inspecting a prize race horse.  Now I want you to place your arms out in 
front of you.  Yes, like that.  Now bring your knees up underneath you but keep your head on the ground.  Get that ass high off the ground and 
show it off!  She followed his instructions, rearing her ass into the air and arching her back to keep her head on the ground.  Great!  Now lets 
complete the picture by opening up those luscious legs of your so that I can get a look at that perfect cunt.  Shuddering at his choice of words, 
she slowly opened her legs.  More, he said.  Wider she spread them till her pussy was completely exposed and vulnerable to his every 
whim.
	A tingling sensation began to build between Kerris legs and she shifted uncomfortably.  It quickly built into a warmth, spreading up 
the length of her pussy lips and igniting her clitoris.  She realized that the cream Conrad had used on her was some sort of deep-heating 
ointment.  She squirmed in her discomfort and concentrated on trying to keep from touching herself.
	To see how far she would willingly subject herself to his will, he thought it was time to put her through the paces.  He sat down and 
ordered her to crawl on her hands and knees over to his backpack.  Carefully, avoiding kneeling upon small pebbles and sticks, Kerri 
crawled over to the pack, her tits swinging below her, tantalizing Conrad.  Open it up slave, he told her.  Inside you will find a toy.  Yes, thats it. 
 Put it into your mouth and bring it over here like a good bitch.  She placed the black dildo sideways in between her teeth.  No, not like that, 
he reprimanded her.  Suck it like it was a cock.  Thats right, just a cock.  Now bring it here.
	She crawled over to him, crimson with humiliation but not knowing how to resist.  She knelt beside him expecting for him to take it 
from her mouth.  Instead he just sat there looking her over, thinking about how he was going to use her.
	Face down, ass up and spread em, is all he said to her.  She interpreted his request and obligingly resumed the position, her 
head bowed to him, the dildo still protruding from her open mouth, her pussy on fire.
	He stroked her back with his finger and said to her, Your doing very well slave.  Lets see how well you are trained.  Take the dildo 
out of your mouth.  Good.  He paused.  Now you will beg me.  You will beg me for the opportunity to fuck yourself with the dildo.  You will beg 
and grovel at my feet to be allowed to masturbate in my presence.  You may proceed.
	She didnt know what to say or how to even began.  I..I dont know what to say, she stammered.
	Okay, I understand your lack of vocal skills regarding this particular scenario, but you will learn.  Turn around and face away from 
me slave.  Confused, she worked her way around till her ass was pointed at her captor.
	WHACK!!, WHACK!!  She bolted forwards onto her stomach as the pain from his brutal slaps to her exposed pussy shot straight to 
her brain.  AAAEEEEiiiEEEE!!!!!, she howled in agony, her breathing coming hard.  She felt him pull her back up from the waist and she tried 
to crawl away only to feel the sting of his palm come suddenly into contact with her ass.
	He held onto her until she ceased her struggles, tears streaming down her face.  Dropping her to the ground, once again he 
ordered, Ass up, head down, spread those legs bitch! Her cunt was on fire from his blows and the cream but she numbly followed his orders, 
hoping to avoid further abuse.
	Now we will try again slave, he continued after composing himself.  Beg before me.
	She sobbed and began to the best of her abilities.  Please, oh please Master, let me fuck myself with this dildo.  I want to fuck it so 
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Subject: NEW STORY - Capture of Kerri  (Part 5)
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(Part 5 cont)
 
	What will you do with it?, he pressed on.  Give me the details.  How will you turn me on slave?
	Looking into his eyes, she pleaded, I-I will fuck myself with it... I mean I will - I will - uh... while my ass is up in the air like this, I will 
reach around and slowly put the tip of it into my pussy.  And then I will, uh, start to twist it around and around and push it in slowly till its all the 
way in.  And then I will pull it out and push it back in, over and over till I cum.  She faltered not knowing how to continue, sure that he was going 
to hit her again.
	Hmmm.... a pretty pathetic description and not much of a turn on for me - but I will let you get away with it this time.  Next time you will 
have to do much better.  Sigh.  Okay, get on with it bitch and this had better be good.
	Groping for the dildo that she had dropped in the grass beside her, she tried as hard as she could to seductively perform in front of 
Conrad.  She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was alone.  She turned the knob of the dildo causing it to vibrate and slowly 
reached up between her leg, gliding it along her inner thigh and resting the tip of it on her clit.  It was so sensitive that she had to pull the dildo 
away quickly.  Knowing that she wasnt getting off the hook because her cunt was too sensitive, she slowly tried to sneak up on her clit, 
lingering here and there before finally pressing the side of the vibrating dick upon her enlarged nub.  Her thighs shook from the shock and a 
groan of longing escaped her throat.
	He watched closely, his hand stroking his rigid member through his pants.  Slowly, she began to insert the dildo into her hole, her 
cunt lips wrapping around the shaft.  Before it disappeared completely, she pulled it back out and revisited her clit.  Loosing herself to her lust, 
she guided the plastic cock in and out of her cunt, twisting and turning it every direction.  Her breaths came in short gasps as she neared 
orgasm.  Oblivious to her audience, Kerri gyrated her ass in rhythmic synchronization to the vibrating rubber rod she propelled in and out of 
her heated slit.
	Uhhhhhuuuuu...uuuhhhh!!!!, she groaned, falling flat to her belly as she writhed in orgasmic pleasure.  She released the dildo and 
it slid out of her pink cunt and onto the grass.  She rolled over onto her back and looked up into the lustful eyes of Conrad.
	Very well done slave!, he exclaimed.  You were especially exciting to watch.  Did you enjoy masturbating for me slut?, he 
queried.
	Y-yes Master, she stammered, lying through her teeth but unable to evade the fact that she had indeed cum of her own will.
	Horny after watching his slave fuck herself, Conrad unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, hard cock.  Kerri blanched at the 
thought of having to perform again so soon but knew to protest would be to suffer.  He steped up to her and said, Stand up and face me.
	She gathered her legs up underneath her and rose, not knowing what to do with her hands, wanting to hide herself but knowing that 
he would disapprove, so she inwardly shrugged and let them drop to her sides.
	He moved up against her, pressed his prick against her soft belly and looked into her eyes.  Its time to go back to the house, he 
said to her reaching down and holding her ass cheeks firmly apart.  She shivered at the close proximity of his body to hers, and she had to tell 
herself not to bolt.
	Your going for a pony ride little girl, he said with a smirk.  Hold on to the back of my neck and do not let go, he instructed her.  
Uncertain of what he meant, she obeyed, reaching up and clasping her fingers together around his strong neck muscles.  He then bent down 
at the waist and shifted his hands from her ass to the backside of each thigh, pulling inwards and up till she was in the air.  Flexing his biceps 
he easily lifted her body upwards till her cunt was hovering over his flag pole.
	Oh my God, she thought to herself, this is going to hurt!  Slowly he lowered her onto his throbbing shaft, literally impaling her, till his 
balls rested on the underside of her ass.  She groaned in pain as his cock stretched her vaginal cavity upwards into her stomach.  She 
wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted some of her body weight off of his prick, lessening the stabbing pain within her.
	Hold on tightly, he advised her.  If you should let go while we are moving, it could prove to be very painful for you.  In more ways 
than one if you get my drift, he added sternly.
	Pressing her breasts against his chest and resting her chin just above his shoulder, she braced herself.  He started off walking 
along the trail, holding her just enough to keep her from falling outwards but relying on his dick to keep her in place.  Her calves held his waist 
tightly, barely able to keep up with the light bouncing of his gait, holding her cunt up and slightly away from the base of his shaft.  
	Rounding a bend in the trail, Conrad picked up the pace, sweat oozing from his pours from the exertion.  Soon he was jogging 
down the trail, bouncing Kerris body roughly up and down onto his cock.  With each stride, she would come upwards a few inches and then let 
out a gasp of sudden pain as her pussy slammed all the way down his shaft.  Over and over, once or twice each second her agony would be 
repeated.  No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep herself lifted high enough and soon her back ached with the constant strain.
	She shut her eyes and willed it to be over with.  Worse though was the shame of her cunt creaming with its continual stimulation 
and finding herself drifting, drifting away from the pain and soon flowing with the lust being bred between her legs.
	Without warning, Conrad stopped and threw her onto her back over a large downed log.  Without missing a beat he continued his 
pounding into her cunt, pushing her legs up and over his shoulders while he thrust deeply into her, slapping her wet ass with his thighs.  Kerris 
back arched and she quivered in ecstasy, whimpering as she came and squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles for all she was worth.  It 
was all the prompting Conrad needed. Feeling his balls contract, he quickly pulled his throbbing dick out of her and showered her belly and 
chest with his cum while pumping his slimy cock with a cruel grip.
	The mornings exercise was completed and Conrad felt that a lot had been accomplished.  He had effectively forced her to 
acknowledge that she must do exactly as he commanded or pay the price.  He was also successful in removing another brick from her wall of 
dignity by forcing her to masturbate for him.  There were many more bricks to be removed from that particular wall.
 
 
	Conrad brought his slave inside and back down into the basement where he fastened her with a chain from her ankle to a ring in 
the floor.  He instructed her that he would leave her to thoroughly wash off the accumulated grim of the morning and that he would return 
shortly.  Then he walked out of the room.
	From the monitoring station located on the other side of the basement, Conrad sat down and turned on two color monitors which, 
after a moment of warming up, displayed the scene inside the bathroom.  The cameras were positioned up above the glare of the lights that 
shone on Kerris naked body.  She could not see them.  The microphones were extra sensitive so that he could hear everything.  Sitting 
upright, Conrad reached up and pushed the [RECORD] button on the VCR, both images being split and recorded side-by-side on the tape.
	Since the day before yesterday, he had been filming the whole abduction and training of his slave.  He had eight cameras located 
at strategic locations throughout the basement.  Each were top of the line and provided him with a variety of controls to preserve the moment 
forever.
	Kerri stood there looking out the door and she found herself torn between trying to escape and scared to try, somehow knowing 
that he would find out and punish her.  She stood there for a full minute debating with herself.  Finally her desire to run and leave her nightmare 
behind overtook her feelings of being watched.  Reaching down to her bound ankle her fingers ran over the leather and small lock.  The lock 
was a small keyed Masterlock and was obviously not going to be pried open.  She tried to slip a finger in between the leather cuff and the 
inside of her ankle.  It was too close fitting to allow that.  With both hands she tried to gain a purchase on the edges of the leather and tried to 
tear it.  She didnt have a fraction of the strength needed to even bend the kevlar reinforced leather upwards, much less tear it.  
	Seeing that she had no hope of freeing herself from the ankle cuff, she quickly worked her way along the chain, looking for some 
sort of break in the oval links.  She stopped at the heavy steel ring embedded in the concrete and gave it a testing pull.  Nothing.  Panic 
began to grip her and she tried to pull harder on the chain.  Again, nothing.  Thinking that maybe she could use something from the nearby 
assortment of items located about the room, she fully extended her body to the limit that the chain would allow.  It was useless as only the 
unyielding concrete of the floor was within her grasp.  Standing directly over the ring, she returned her attention to once again trying to pull it 
free of the floor.  With all her might, she pulled and strained, sweat seeping from her pores, her hands red and chaffed from the chain.  Yet, it 
would not budge in the very least.  Had she known that the stainless steel expansion bolt holding the ring had a pull strength of 12,500 pounds, 
she may have never tried.
	Exasperated and demoralized completely, Kerri sat upon the floor, hands to her face, and cried like a baby.  Her sobbing 
continued for awhile, curled up with her legs covering her nakedness, and rocking back and forth with nervousness.  Presently she began to 
except that she was not going to be able to escape in that fashion and would just have to wait for the right time.  She was smart enough to 
reason that her first priority was to protect herself from further lessons in abuse.  With this in mind, she wiped away the last tear and stood up, 
knowing that she must finish what her captor had instructed.
 
	Seeing her taking a shower pleased Conrad.  She was responding, if not from desire, at least from common sense.  Satisfied, he 
stood and turned the monitors off, but left the VCR running.  He would spend the time that evening editing the tape.  Quietly, he ascended the 
staircase and exited the basement, leaving Kerri to attend to herself.
	
	It was three very long hours before he returned.  Bearing a platter of food, he walked into the bathroom.
	How was your shower slave?, he asked innocently.  I brought you some food if your hungry.  He set the platter of fruits, cheeses 
and various meats on the side of the vanity table.  She sat in a drawn up position at the base of the shower column, scared to say anything.  
Her hair had mostly dried but it was a tangled mess.  Conrad walked over and released her from the ring in the floor, removing the ankle cuff 
entirely.
	She shivered as he helped her to her feet and motioned for her to stand still while he selected something appropriate for her to 
wear that evening.  He browsed through the selection of garments hanging in a closet nearby before pulling out one he particularly liked.  It 
was a one piece, all-black, spandex suit that he had purchased for no particular occasion.  There were many others similar to it in his large 
stock of clothing for his slave.  He knew that variety was important to keep his interest piqued.
	Pulling it off the hanger, he tossed it over to Kerri who barely managed to catch it in her surprise.  Next, he pulled out a pair of black, 
high-heeled leather boots.  He instructed her to slip the clothing on and she complied.  The spandex fit skin-tight over her perfect form and 
accented her curves wonderfully.  Her large breasts were molded in every detail and her legs swept upwards gracefully, sexually, from their 
platform six inches off the ground.
	Like a gentleman, he escorted her to a seated position in front of the vanity table and made known of his desire to see her fully 
decked-out.  He waited patiently while she combed her hair and applied makeup in just the right proportions.  A half hour later she declared 
that she was done.
	Not quite, he said, walking over to her and guiding her upright.  reaching into a drawer he pulled out a variety of gold chains and 
laced them around her neck, waist and right ankle.  There, now your done, he concluded.  The gold stood out brilliantly against the sheer 
black suit and highlighted her hair nicely.
	He retrieved a pair of ankle and wrist cuffs from the nearby foot locker and approached her.  At the sight of the leather cuffs, Kerri 
unconsciously took a step backwards away from Conrad and brought her hands up to fend them off.
	Stand Still!, he ordered her.  You will not move unless instructed and you not resist my placing restraints upon you.  The 
alternative is punishment.  Do I make myself clear?
	Feebly she answered, Y-yes Master, and stood in place.  Walking to her rear he slipped the ankle cuffs on and locked an 18 
chain between them.  Then he grabbed her arms and placed the cuffs over each wrist.
	Cinching her wrists up tightly behind her back he said, So my little slave tried to escape earlier, did she?, just loud enough for her 
to hear.  Her eyes widened in fear and she instantly knew that she was about to be punished.
	Oh God, no!, she pleaded.  Please dont punish me.  I didnt try and escape!  I didnt!.  She tried to squirm away from his clutch.
	Now your lying to me bitch.  That counts as double punishment.  I hate lying the worst.  He pulled the chain between her wrists 
upwards till her arms strained against the force and then locked it off at the D-ring in her collar.
	Ouch!, Kerri yelled.  Oh please, please dont hurt me Master!  I will do anything you want.  I dont want to escape from you..  She 
continued to plead as he pushed her headlong into the main chamber but he ignored her.  He pushed to the side to the second device that he 
had secured her to the previous day.  NOOOOO!!   AAAAiiiiEEEE....!!!!, she screamed in terror as her memory flooded with images of pain 
from the last time she was held on this device.  She bucked wildly as he lifted her body up over the contraption.  It took a lot of his strength to 
get her stomach laying across the padded bar before he could secure it with the leather waist belt.  The entire time, Kerri wailed in fear and 
desperation.
	Not wishing to deal with her flailing legs, this time Conrad first ran a length of chain from the side rails to her already shackled 
ankles.  Then, when he released the chain from between her ankles, it was an easy matter of simply pulling her legs apart to the desired 
position with the other chains.  Deftly, Conrad pushed into place between her knees a spreader bar which fitted into a leather casing just 
above the knee joint on the lower thigh.  With that in place he released her ankles from the chains, allow them to dance freely.
	Reaching around to her front, he lashed her neck securely to the U-post it rested upon.  Lastly he unbound her wrists and 
reattached them to the side rails, extending them downwards and slightly forward of her upper body giving her the ability to support her 
weight.
	Standing in front of Kerri, Conrad looked down into her pleading, teary eyes and said, Open your mouth.
	Eyeing the strange looking rubber ring he had in his hands, she hesitated a fraction of a second too long.  Impatiently Conrad 
grabbed her nose and while pinching it shut, he pulled her head up and pushed her jaw open.  She gasped at the violence of the maneuver 
and he deftly slipped the bottom of the split ring over her front bicuspids.  Bending the ring downwards, he was then able to force the top 
portion of it in between the top row of teeth, forcing her mouth agape.
	AAAaaaaaa!!!!!, she rasped in fright.  She tried to dislodge the ring with her tongue but it was wedged in far too tightly.
	Pulling his stiff cock from within his pants, Conrad moved it directly in front of her open mouth.  Her eyes bulged as she realized 
what he was going to.  She wasnt innocent to oral sex, having given several blow jobs to her boyfriends, but neither was she experienced at 
it.  She had never taken more than a few inches of cock into her mouth and the idea of having a guy cum in her mouth sickened her.  Her 
normal time devoted to pleasing a man orally usually was only for a minute or two or if she thought that he was going to climax.  Today she 
would learn a new lesson.
	You have the most gorgeous mouth I have ever seen slave, he commented.  So gorgeous in fact, that Im going to fuck it.  Have 
you ever had a cock down your throat slave?
	Nnnggggoooo!!, she responded as best as she could.
	Well then, it should be an interesting experience for you.  The hardest part will be learning how to control your gag reflex.  Try and 
focus on something and breath deeply through your nose.  When you feel your air passage blocked, dont panic.  Just hold your breath and 
concentrate on the feeling of my cock sliding up and down your esophagus.  I wont take too long before I pull out enough to let you breath.
	Her face was ashen with the fear that was gnawing at her stomach.  The thought of asphyxiating on his penis horrified Kerri and she 
shook uncontrollably.
	Ill try and give you a warning before I cum so that you can get ready to swallow.  Yes, you will have to swallow it all, every last 
drop of my cum.  If you do well I will cum deep in your throat so that you will not taste it, but if you resist I will blow right into your mouth.  This will 
be the hardest lesson for you.  Next time I might be able to trust you enough to leave the rubber ring out of your mouth - I dont particularly care 
for having my dick bitten - and you will be able to have a lot more control.  Okay, I guess thats about everything.  Enjoy - I know that I will!
	I began by rubbing his shaft up and down her cheeks while he played with her long hair.  She tried to roll her mouth away from him, 
but he held her head still and, with one hand, guided his cock into her mouth a few inches.  He felt her tongue make contact with the head of his 
dick and then pull back, trying to stay clear of it.  He smiled to himself and pushed further in until he cock rested on top of her tongue.
	Use your tongue slave.  Make love to my cock, he commanded.  But she would not move her tongue, repulsed by his manhood 
forcing its way into her mouth.
	He waited but a moment for her to comply and then backed away from her and briskly walked over towards the nearby wall where 
he pulled a two inch wide leather paddle off one of many shelves.  He strode back over to Kerris rear and with both hands, ripped a large 
hole in the rear-side of the spandex clothing revealing her smooth ass.  He brought his arm back and let loose with a firm, yet restrained, 
spanking.
	WHACK!  WHACK! WHACK!  Her body lurched as far forward as the bonds permitted and she wailed in her misery.  Her ass 
cheeks began to turn a crimson red as he laid on a few more strokes of the paddle.  Oh God, please no more!, she thought to herself.
	He stopped his punishment and moved back in front of her where he reinserted his cock into her gasping mouth.  This time she 
obeyed him and eagerly licked his shaft to the best of her ability.  He pushed further in until he heard her began to gag and let it sit there, 
giving her time to adjust.  He looked to his side and watched her suck on his cock in a mirror conveniently positioned nearby.  He lifted her 
hair out of the way of his view and pushed on in.  She bucked beneath him as he blocked her air passage, and he reminded her gently to hold 
her breath.  He pushed past her obstructing tongue and felt his cock enter the back of her throat.  He had to stop there for the moment, 
relishing the exquisite massage she was unconsciously giving him while reflexively trying to swallow his cock.  He finally entered her 
completely, his ball resting on her ruby-red lips, and his hands cupping the back of her head.
	He eyes were almost popping out of her head as she tried so hard to maintain control and not throw up.  She couldnt breath and it 
felt as if his cock reached down into her stomach.  She nearly passed out from fear more than lack of oxygen before he finally pulled out 
enough for her to snort air in through her nose.  He gave her a moment to catch her breath and then slid his cock back down her oral cavity 
once again.  This routine was repeated a dozen times till she was able to predict and adjust for the discomfort in her mouth.  She was waiting 
for him to cum and thought that surely she would vomit.
	Conrad continued to gaze into the mirror reflecting his raping of her mouth.  He would pulled it all the way out and then stare in 
fascination as it disappeared completely inside her stretched cheeks.  She was getting the hang of it and soon he found himself rocking back 
and forth in a slow, methodical rhythm.  This caused her to gag anew but he didnt stop.  He pulled out one last time and let her catch a few 
breaths before plunging in for the race down the home stretch.  Holding head firmly with his hands, he fucked her face with fast, hard thrusts, 
his balls slapping into her chin with each forward jab.  Finally, he could not hold himself any longer and he felt his cock swell in anticipation of 
the bursting dam.  Wishing to fully indoctrinate his slave into oral sex, he decided on the spot to blow his wad into her open mouth.  He pulled 
the head of his cock out just till it was inside of her mouth and then with a mighty grunt, shot his warm jism into her mouth.
	Kerri was unable to spit out the creamy, salty substance now forcefully coating the entire inside of her mouth and nearly gagged.  
She watched helplessly as he squeezed his cock tightly, forcing even more cum out of his shaft and down her throat.  She found herself 
caught between to thoughts, that of utter disgust and contempt for being put through this, and another, more sublime thought, of finding herself 
actually turned on.  She had actually taken his entire cock into her throat!  She had seen women giving head like this in porn movies, but she 
thought a lot of it was staged.  Now she knew better.  The musky smell of his sperm penetrated her nasal passages and she found herself 
commenting on the fact that it didnt actually smell all that bad.  Nothing like what she thought it would be like, and the taste wasnt too 
disgusting, was it?
	Coming down off his high, Conrad reached down and pulled the rubber ring from her mouth and instructed her to swallow every 
drop of his cum.  He did not offer her water to wash it down.  She opened her mouth as if to spit and he cuffed her across the side of the jaw, 
repeating his demands. Scared of continued beatings, she complied and choked down the slimy mass.
	Conrad wasnt done with her though. As soon as Kerri indicated that she had swallowed his cum, he shoved a ball gag into her 
open mouth, cinching it around her head.  Reaching over, he punched the UP button on the devices control panel. He leaned back onto a 
bean bag chair which he had placed underneath her body and raised the platform till her lycra-clad tits swung directly in his face.  
Contemplating his next moves, Conrad reached up and massaged her tits through the fabric, molding the stretch material around her boobs 
and tweaking her nipples till they strained upwards against the suit.  He continued his attention towards her breasts for some time, enjoying 
her withering and uncontrollable responses to his manipulations.  Eventually, an idea sprung in his head and he laughed to himself at the 
simplicity and eroticism of it.  
	Jumping up, Conrad walked off out of the room and came back with several items in his hands.  Kerris face was to the wall and she 
could not see him.  If she had, she would have screamed out in terror.
	He placed the items behind her on the floor and walked back around to her front.  With his left hand, he located one of her nipples 
and pulled the fabric away at that point.  Carefully he cut the fabric with a pair of scissors, making a perfect hole to allow her nipple to poke 
through the lycra.  He repeated this procedure with the other nipple and then disappeared behind her.
	She tried vainly to look in the mirror to her side to see what was going on behind her, but the angle was just wrong.  Her frustration 
level was increasing, both sexually and emotionally, and she knew that what ever he was about to do to her would bring her pain.  Why else 
would he gag her?
	Suddenly she felt her ankles being forced together, then the familiar sound of tape being ripped off a roll, and the sensation of 
something being wrapped around the boots she was wearing.  Around and around the tape went, till she was certain that there was no way 
she was going to pull free.
	Then he was standing in front of her, threading a pair of nipple clamps, attached to white nylon cord, through a ring on the wall.  The 
cord disappeared behind her back, out of her limited sight, and terminated at a loop resting on her lower back.  A bit further back, wrapped 
securely in place by 2-inch wide strapping tape, was a large red dildo extending upwards from the backside of her Achilles tendon.
	Conrad sat back down in front of her and got comfortable.  Now comes your punishment for trying to escape, bitch.  Since you 
were acceptable in the way you handled my cock just now, I will go easy on you, but you still must be punished.  He held up the nipple 
clamps to her face and saw her eyes bulge in fear.  Im sure you remember these.  I thought about using these plus tying your tits up with the 
cord, but like I said, Im going easy on you.  His hands disappeared from her view.
	MMPPHHHFF!!!!!!, was all that Kerri could utter.  Her head was strapped down in such a way that she could not see below her 
chest and she steeled herself for the first burst of agonizing pain.  It came swiftly, like a shot directly to her nipple and she howled into her gag 
and jerked against her bonds.  Again, with the other nipple, and she nearly threw up into her leather-filled mouth.  She felt her nipples 
screaming from the continued torture as he tightened the clamps down, forcing the teeth to nearly puncture her tender nubs.
	Tears streamed down her face as she dealt with the pain, absorbing it and trying to focus on something else.  Soon the pain 
subsided to the familiar throbbing she had experienced previously and she was able to breath more normally.  A new sensation presented 
itself from her rear and for the first time, she noticed that her master had moved out from underneath her.
	She heard it first, a buzzing, knowing that it was probably another dildo, and then she felt her legs being brought upwards forcefully. 
 There was the observance of her pussy lips being parted and then a large shaft being slid into her damp cunt till it bottomed out.  Then she 
saw the cord running from her tits and through the ring, in front and above her, tighten.  Not so much as to cause any tension on her precious 
nipples, but just enough to take the slack out.
	Conrad kept her legs pushed upwards to her ass for awhile, letting the vibrator do its work at inciting her clit.  After a minute or two 
he saw her visibly tremble and her ass twitch in response to the stimulation.  It was natural for her to become aroused.  Given the choice of 
focusing upon the pain in her nipples or the pleasure being generated between her legs, the brain would inevitably choose the later.  But his 
objective was to merge the two extremes, forcing her to enjoy her pain.  It was a risk he knew, but he couldnt help himself and knew that she 
had already come so far.  Why not this?
	Im going to let go of your legs now slave.  I suggest, before letting them drop, that you do so very carefully, he warned her.  
Placing one hand down underneath her legs to catch them if she should not heed his advise - after all, he didnt want her to rip her nipples out - 
he slowly let go his grip.
	She had heard him, and it didnt take a genius to figure out what he had rigged, so she remained as still as possible.  Another 
minute passed and she realized that she was not going to be able to keep her legs in that position indefinitely, and besides, the constant 
vibration inside her cunt was driving her crazy.  Ever-so-delicately, she moved her legs downward a fraction of an inch till the cord became 
taunt.  The pain to her nubs was there but it wasnt beyond her threshold.  Her thighs began to ache however, and her pussy cried out to be 
satisfied.  Her body was sending her mind conflicting requests and it soon became too much for her.
	
 


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Subject: NEW STORY - Capture of Kerri  (Part 6)
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(Part 6 cont)
 
	She was losing the battle to keep her feet aloft and soon they dropped a few inches of their own accord.  At that very instant 
several messages were sent threw neural network.  First was the relief that her thigh muscles enjoyed as they were allowed to stretch, even 
for just a brief moment.  Second was the instant pain to her tits as their weight was suspended from her nipples, brought upwards the few 
inches her legs had dropped.  And lastly, her pussy jumping with the movement of the dildo within.  And at that very moment, when all of these 
events were triggered, she screamed, long and hard.  It was a scream mixed with different meanings.  A scream of anguish and that of 
unbridled lust.  It was one of many screams to come as the scene repeated itself over and over.
	Conrad stood there fascinated, stroking his already stiff cock.  He watched her as she dropped her legs only to have her tits swing 
upwards, provocatively teasing his senses.  He noted that with each cycle of her self-inflicted torture, her legs would drop further and further 
and then she would slam them upwards with increasing force, burying the dildo into her wet, pink pussy.  Her tits danced wildly at the end of 
their leash, like marionettes orchestrated by a mad man.  He had no idea that she could abuse her nipples with such force.
	Her wild gyrations brought her to a frenzied state of sexual awareness and soon Kerri felt wave after wave of orgasmic delight 
pass over her sweat covered body.  The rough stimulation to her nipples had actually increased the intensity of her orgasms and she found 
herself consciously jerking them upwards as hard as she could muster without passing out from the pain.  Again, she climaxed and cried out 
in abandonment.
	He couldnt watch any longer without jerking off, which would have been a complete waste, so he grabbed her ankles and held 
them still while he pulled the loop of cord off around the heels.  He quickly strapped her ankles down onto the frame of the device and stood 
directly behind her.  Adjusting the cord length, he pulled back on it, lifting her tits high.  She moaned.  He then slipped the slip knot around the 
base of his cock, just behind his testicles, running the line up and over the top.  
	There was little resistance as he slid his thick shaft inside her, letting her tits drop.  She groaned in the realization that the game 
was now in his hands and she no longer had control.  He pulled back, feeling the weight of her tits cinch the slip knot tight around his cock.  
Holding his cock just inside of her cunt, he reached around with his hands and felt the curvature of her breasts being pulled upwards.  He let 
his cock slide in and felt their weight transfer to her hands.  He squeezed them, eliciting a choked yelp from Kerri, and then pulled out again.  
The sensations were incredible and soon he found himself speeding up his movements, his cock throbbing and expanding with trapped 
blood caused by the slip knot.  He felt the cord digging into his flesh, chaffing it raw, but he was beyond caring as he rammed her harder and 
faster, her cunt responding in kind.
	ArrrrGGGGHHHH........!, he screamed as he came for the second time that evening.  Oh shit!!  Oh damn, oh shit!, was all that he 
could manage.  Spasms ran the length of his draining cock and his balls contracted as he pressed his cock into her as far as he could.  Her 
moans increased and she quaked as another orgasm hit her full force.  Her nervous system finally overloaded and her synapses collapsed 
in frenzied confusion.  Her world spun and she felt herself falling into a void, losing control over consciousness.  Her body grew limp and Kerri 
passed out.
 
	
G
 
	She awoke the next morning, finding herself locked securely in her cell, laying upon the bed of straw.  She had slept very soundly, 
her body being drained of energy over the last two days, and her mouth felt like cotton.  Her muscles ached as she moved to a sitting 
position.  She instantly noticed the chastity belt firmly attached around her hips and between her legs, and its accompanying leather and 
steel-framed bra locked around her chest.
	She needed to pee, she thought to herself, and quickly surveyed the room outside of her cell for any sign of her master.  Alone for 
the time being, she thought back to the previous evening - the time of day she was just guessing at - and pondered on what had happened.  
How had he known that she had tried to escape?  She mused that for a moment and came to the correct conclusion that she was being 
monitored by some sort of closed-circuit T.V. system.  She peered upwards into the adjoining room looking for the tell-tale sign of a camera, 
but the ceiling was just too dark to see much against the contrasting bright lights of the room below.  Suddenly aware that she wasnt really 
alone, she realized that she couldnt try to escape just because he wasnt around.
	And what about what he did to her?!  He had somehow brainwashed her into performing for him like a circus animal.  Was he using 
drugs on her without her knowledge?  That thought sent shivers up her spine and scared her badly.  But she didnt feel drugged - did she?  It 
would explain why she could so brutalize her own body and orgasm during the experience.  Hes turning me into a nymphomaniac!, she 
brooded.  She looked down in horror as she caught herself unconsciously trying to get her fingers underneath the chastity belt to satisfy an 
itch developing between her legs.  She jerked them back up and chastised herself, telling herself that she was better than him, that she could 
control her desires.  She was wrong.
	The drug that he had used on her wasnt in any liquid form.  In fact it was completely natural and was produced in her very own 
body.  All Conrad had done was to stimulate her sexual organs enough to force the production of her sex hormones to increase dramatically.  
Her needs increased proportionately as well, and no amount of self control would keep those hormones from asserting themselves in her 
emotions and physical being.
	Try as she might, the thought of his manhood entering into her cunt, banging into her over and over, simply would not shake.  She 
tried desperately to think of other things - dead fish came to mind - but always her thoughts came back to the building warmth between her 
legs.  She groaned in her frustration and need to urinate.  Finally she broke down and cried out.
	Hello?, she spoke allowed, and jumped at the sound of her own voice.  Master?  Are you there?  Hearing no reply, she tried a 
little louder.  Master?  Hello up there!!  I need to go to the bathroom Master!  Please!  Then she remembered that she was not to speak 
unless told to do so, and she shrank back into her cell, hoping that he did not hear her.  Damn, she was going to have to pee inside the 
chastity belt if he didnt come down soon.  And she was awfully hungry as well.
	Conrad had been awake for some time, attending to the daily chores of life that he had been unable to get to the last couple of 
weeks since starting out on this adventure.  Affixed to the kitchen wall was a speaker which connected directly to a microphone embedded 
into the acoustical tile in the ceiling of Kerris tiny cell.  At her first words he stopped what he was doing and listened intently.  He was pleased 
that she had used his title properly, and even suffixed her request to be allowed out to pee with please.  The timing was off just a bit, would 
have been nice to have another half hour to finish up his work, but that just came with the territory.
	He put away the few items of business he was working on, a fax from a New York stock broker and a print out of computer related 
sales forecasts, and walked over to the entrance to the basement.  Pulling out his key chain, Conrad unlocked the heavy door and swung it 
open.
	She heard the door open and knew that the timing was too coincidental, confirming her belief that she was being remotely 
monitored.  Her mind raced with the fear that she would be punished for speaking out of turn and she searched for something that she might 
do to appease her master.  She listened to his footsteps as they descended the stairwell and rounded the corner.  She was fighting back her 
desperation, and steeling herself against what she thought was coming towards her - more pain.  His form emerged from around the corner 
and he walked up to her cell with a pair of manacles and cuffs in his hands.
	Looking up into her masters eyes, she knew quite suddenly exactly what to do.  It was the very thing that he had been trying to get 
her to do all along - cooperate and obey him.  And she knew that the thing he liked best was her body.  Well okay, damn it, if its sex that he 
wants, then its sex that he going to get!  She knelt before him and lowered her head in submission.
	Woah!, Conrad said to himself, surprised at her action.  He couldnt believe his eyes.  What happened to the defiance that she 
exhibited earlier?  Had he brought her along so far already?  He doubted the sincerity of her posturing and decided that he would fully test her 
before trusting her to more privileges.
	Now there is a good slave.  Did you sleep well?  You may speak to me this morning freely till I say otherwise, he spoke to her.
	Yes, master, she said looking up with a forced smile on her face.  I slept very well thank you.  She hesitated a moment.  Uh, 
Master, may I please be allowed to go to the bathroom.  I dont want to mess the floor by accident.
	Yes, it is good of you to inform me when you need to go.  If you do make a mess however, you will be responsible for cleaning it 
up.
	He unlatched the door to the cell and motioned for her come out.  She followed his lead and marched in front of him towards the 
bathroom.  Standing behind her, Conrad unlocked her chastity belt and the bra.  He then bent down and attached an ankle cuff above her foot, 
running a five foot chain between it and a ring attached to the base of the toilet.
	Make it quick slave.  I will return in five minutes.  He turned and marched off to the monitoring station.
	She was surprised that he had left her alone to tend to business, and she knew full well that he might be watching her through the 
eye of a camera lens, yet it was easier to relax nevertheless.  It didnt take much thought to realize that, like a pet, she had just been rewarded 
for correctly performing a trick.  Well, that was the name of the games, wasnt it?  She could play it if she had to.
	Conrad had watched her during the five minutes and was pleased that she had not tried anything.  He figured that she was 
probably aware of his monitoring her, but he decided never to actually admit it.  The doubt might be to his benefit.  
	At the designated time he left the monitoring station and returned to the bathroom where Kerri was sitting quietly, waiting for him.
	Thank you master, she said, forcing another smile.  May I clean up now so that I may be presentable to you?
	Why do you want to do this for me? Conrad asked, unlocking the chain from the ring in the floor.  Just hours ago you wanted 
nothing more than to escape from me.  Why should I believe you?
	She got down on her knees to beg of him.  Oh master, I am so sorry that I tried to escape, but I have learned that I cannot.  And I 
have learned that I mustnt even try.  I know now that I must obey you and serve you as you please.  Please forgive me and let me prove 
myself to you.
	You will have plenty of opportunity to do just that, I guarantee you.  Now I want you take a shower and clean yourself up.  He 
walked her over to the shower and reattached the chain to another ring.  We will be having breakfast in 30 minutes so be quick about it.
	She set about her task diligently, soaping up and rising quickly, and then he released her to tend to her makeup and hair styling.  
She was anticipating that he would pick out some sort of clothing for her to wear, but instead he clipped a leash to her collar and lead her 
stark naked upstairs onto the main floor.
	He led her into the breakfast nook and instructed her to get up onto the table and lay flat on her back and to straddle the backrest 
of the chair with her feet.  He nudged her body gently into place, with her a foot in from the edge of the table, and told her to spread her legs 
apart and keep her arms to her sides.  At no time was she allowed to move from that position or she would be punished.  She understood 
completely.
	There she lay, completely exposed, and she found herself actually being turned on by the situation.  Smells wafted in from the 
kitchen as he cooked breakfast, occasionally looking up to gaze at her helplessness.  She could feel her pussy heat up at the very thought of 
what he might do to her in this position.  A few minutes later, he began to set the breakfast foods around her.  The smell of the food drove her 
crazy with hunger and she hoped that she would be fed soon.  He came back to the table, lifted her leg and sat down in the chair.  From a 
silver kraft, he poured himself a cup of hot tea and stirred two teaspoons of sugar into it.  Placing the spoon onto the edge of the plate, he lifted 
the cup and saucer up and laid it down upon Kerris stomach.
	I suggest that you stay still slave.  The tea is quite hot, I assure you, he commented.  Turning his head, he placed his lips onto her 
silky smooth thigh, and kissed her gently.  A shiver ran through Kerris body at the light touch and she stared upwards at the crystal chandelier. 
 Conrad began eating his breakfast, starting with the pastry he had baked, and soon moved on to his eggs.  Halfway through, he picked up 
the tea and took a sip, replacing the cup back onto her stomach.  Idly, he reached over with his finger and probed her moistness, slipping 
past her outer lips and sinking his middle finger into her wet hole.  She uttered a low moan in response.
	I dont ever recall pussy being on the seven food groups list, but Im sure it will be quite tasty.  Do you want me to eat you for 
breakfast slave? he asked her.
	Oh yes Master, please eat my pussy!, she responded, partly acting the role of his slave, and partly in true sexual desire.  She 
clenched her fists in readying herself for his tongue.
	Teasing her, he started licking her inner thigh, working his way down to her wet cunt, and finally hitting the bulls eye.  He gave her a 
fierce tongue lashing and her ass came off the table to mash her cunt into his mouth.  Doing so, however, tilted the hot cup of tea just enough 
to spill a small portion of the liquid onto her belly, burning her tender skin just enough to get her attention.
	Yeow!, she yelped and quickly tried to bring her muscles spasms under control.  Yet, he would not let up with his tongue and soon 
she found herself unable to control her hips, feeling an orgasm coming, ignoring the pain of the hot tea spilling onto her.
	Then he pulled away from her, leaving her wanting and her pussy searching for relief.  She moaned in despair as Conrad went 
back to eating his breakfast.  She wanted so badly to reach down and touch herself, but her hands were effectively bound with his verbal 
command.  He took his time eating his food, enjoying watching her squirm in her frustration.  He moved the tea cup off of her stomach not 
wanting it to crash to the floor and break.  Obviously she was willing to put up with the hot tea in favor of her sexual release, so it no longer 
served any purpose.  Finishing a piece of melon, he once again dived back down between her legs and licked at her swollen clit, sucking it, 
pulling it between his teeth and rolling it around his lips.  Again he brought her near climax and then pulled away leaving her gasping and 
trembling.
	Please Master, please finish me off! she pleaded.  Let me cum for you Master.  She was desperate and she needed him to fulfill 
her needs.  Instead, Conrad instructed her to carefully get up off the table and to stand against the nearby kitchen counter with her legs spread 
wide.
	Are you hungry slave, he queried, moving his chair to a position directly behind her.
	Yes Master, but I need to cum - please!
	In due course I will allow you to cum, but for now I will feed you, he countered.  Reaching over to the table, he picked up and 
wedged shaped slice of cantaloupe and brought it up to her pussy, slipping it upwards into her.  She moaned with the continued stimulation 
and tried to grind her cunt into his hand.  He soaked the cantaloupe in her pussy juices and then brought it up for her to eat.
	Her first reaction was of disgust, but then she remembered her place and took the cantaloupe offered her into her mouth.  The odor 
of her sex was strong on the food but her hunger allowed her to eat it.  He fed her several more pieces of sex coated melon and then retrieved 
a banana which he peeled.  This he plunged into her awaiting hole and rammed it in and out of her like a dildo.  She squirmed and panted as 
she neared orgasm, only to be denied release once again.  Bite by bite she was fed the banana but her attention was entirely on the fire 
burning below.  She begged him to fuck her but he would not give in to her whining.  While he played with her cunt with one hand, he continued 
to feed her with his other, several times having to stop the torment before she climax.  She became so sensitive that he could only touch her 
for ten or fifteen seconds at a time before pulling away, denying her an orgasm.
	Finishing up feeding her and washing the food down with a large glass of sex-tainted orange juice, he stood to clean up the dishes. 
 As he turned his back on her, to bring the dishes to the dishwasher, he caught her out of the corner of his eye quickly reaching down with her 
hand and fingering herself.  He turned on his heels and said coolly, Caught you.
	Blustered she pulled her hand away and put it back onto the counter and pleaded with him.  Oh God, please let me cum Master.  
Its burning down there and driving me wild.  I cant control myself any longer.  Please fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Or maybe you will let me 
please you by masturbating for you.  I could do this real sexy like and then let you have your way with me.  Oh, please...
	Quiet! he cut her off.  Not another word from you slave or you will be punished.  For that matter, you disobeyed me already by 
touching yourself.  You will have to be punished for that.  Dont compound your punishment by talking to me now.
	She let her head drop in shame and frustration as she waited for him to finish cleaning up the breakfast dishes.  She was scared 
again and wondered how he was going to punish her this time.
	Completing the chore that would soon be hers, Conrad reached down and massaged the hard on that he had had since the 
beginning of breakfast.  He too, needed to get off as much as she did. Again, he reached down between her legs and brought her near 
orgasm, sending her into agonizing lust. Moving into the living room, he pulled off his pants and shorts and knelt down the floor.
	Okay slave.  If you really need to cum, I will allow you to do so now.  Here are your options.  Your first option is this: You can crawl 
to me on your hands and knees and fuck my cock of your own will till you bring me to orgasm.  I will allow you to cum as many times as you 
wish during that time period.  However afterwards you will be punished for your previous insubordination.
	In option number two, you can say no thank you and I will leave you completely alone for the remainder of the day and night and 
will not punish you.  However, I will fasten your chastity belt and bra to you and you will not be allowed to cum for the remainder of the day.  I 
will let you fester in your frustration if you think you can handle it.
	Tossing the options back and forth in her mind, she found herself torn.  Her body screamed for release and yet her mind told her 
that she would probably experience horrible pain if she allowed herself to be punished.  Yet, if she opted for the second option, her sexual 
frustration would be punishment enough to drive her insane.  So it came down to being sexually satisfied and physically punished with the 
probability of continued sexual release, or that of complete frustration throughout the day and night.  She needed to cum, that much she knew. 
 The lack of knowledge of the form of her punishment was unknown.  Maybe if she pleased him well, her punishment would be light - after all it 
wasnt a huge transgression that she committed, was it?
	Decidedly she turned her head towards Conrad and said, I would like to.... I need to...  I mean I have to cum Master.  Please, may I 
fuck you Master?
	Im sorry, I didnt understand what you said slave.  What do you want to do? he toyed with her.
	Blushing, she said louder, May I Fuck you Master?  I would like to take the first option Master.
	And when I am done screwing your brains out and you have cum like you want, what will I do then?
	I-I guess I will be punished by you, she stammered.
	Very well then.  Crawl to me slave and come fuck my cock.
	She turned around and went to her hands and knees, her breasts dangling underneath her, her nipples pointed upwards like 
pencil erasers.
	Slowly and sensual, he advised her.
	Moving as provocatively as she could, she crawled over the carpet to where he kneeled.  She sized up the situation and realized 
that she would have to fuck him doggy style.  She positioned herself in front of him and waited for him to enter her.  After a few seconds, she 
came to the conclusion that he wasnt going to fuck her and that she had to do all of the work.  Damn, it just reinforced the idea that this was of 
her own will.  Fine, if that was what it took to satisfy her, than she would fuck him.  Reaching up underneath her, she tried to grab his cock but he 
slapped her hand away.
	Huh?!  How.., she started by was interrupted by Conrad.
	Not with your hands.  Use your cunt to grab my cock slave, he instructed.
	Frustrated, she moved her hips upwards and tried to lower herself onto his pole but found it wasnt going to be all that easy.  As her 
pussy mashed into his cock, it would lay up against his stomach preventing her from sliding her cunt lips over the head.  Again and again she 
tried and finally she got herself into a near squatting position and carefully lowered herself till his cock was directly beneath her gash.  Then 
before his shaft could escape, she impaled herself onto it, sending instant jolts of ecstasy throughout her body.  Five, six strokes up and down 
his fleshy rod and she came with a stomach-wrenching orgasm.  Kerri tossed her head from side to side, and while pounding her contracting 
cunt into his groin, she screamed in her lust.  Having cum, she unconsciously tried to pull away from Conrad to cease the stimulation to her clit. 
 
	Anticipating Kerris action, Conrad followed her retreating rear in an arc straight to the floor, his cock fully embedded into her 
convulsing pussy.  Pinning her on the carpet, he relentlessly pounded her soaking snatch with full, deep strokes of his manhood.  She cried 
out as she climaxed once again and clawed the floor with her outstretched hands, trying to get out from underneath his ravages.  In response, 
Conrad grabbed her shoulders and pulled them towards him, while at the same time he pushed her ass up with his stiffness, bringing her to a 
head-down, rear-up position.  He continued to fuck her with abandonment and sheer animalistic lust.  Again she came and nearly passed out 
from the intensity.  Soon afterwards, Conrad felt his cock bulge and his sperm explode into her well-stretched cavity.  He let out a mighty howl 
of pleasure and rammed his cock in as far as he could push it, forcing her back onto the carpet, his entire weight focused on driving his cock 
into her cunt.  Wave after wave of jism issued forth into her belly, till finally his orgasm subsided and he collapsed atop her withering form.
	Kerri stifled a cry of shame as she realized that she had confirmed her suspicion that she had turned into a textbook nympho.  She 
had never in her wildest dreams thought that she could have been as sexually fulfilled as she had been over the last few days.  Three days, 
she cringed, its only been three fucking days and Im already addicted to the sex.  Sex was a very potent drug indeed, and three days of 
continuous stimulation was about as much as anyone could have endured before becoming addicted.  Kerri shivered at the thought of being 
controlled by her physical addiction to sex.
	Presently, Conrad pushed himself off of her and pulled up his pants.  He smiled down at her and told her to get up and follow him 
outside.  To the rear of the house there was a large cedar deck, covered with red and yellow leaves from a nearby maple tree.  Off to one 
side was a six person spa which Conrad removed the cover from and turned on the heat and jets.  
	He pointed to a door in a nearby cabana and said, In there you will find a variety of swimsuits.  Pick out one that you like and join 
me here in fifteen minutes.  And by the way, its time that you shaved your legs and the such.  You will find all of the necessary equipment 
inside.  He paused, rubbing his chin in thought.  And while your at it, I want you to shave your pussy clean as well.  Leave only a small patch 
just above your slit.  Everything else I want gone.  Can you manage this without my supervision?
	She nodded her understanding and opened the door to the cabana and walked in.  Along one side of the room a bench ran the 
length of the wall.  Above it was a rail of hooks which contained a mired of swimsuits.  She looked over each one of the suits trying to 
determine which one would cover the most skin but soon realized that they were all pretty skimpy except for one.  It was a typical one-piece 
suit that would have covered her well, but holding it in her hand, she thought about what his reaction would be towards it.  The answer was 
obvious and for a second she wondered if he had planted it there as a test.  Well, she wasnt going to fail this test.  Searching through the slew 
of swimsuits, she came across a sexy, yellow, one-piece string bikini.  The only thing that made this swim suit a one-piece was that several 
strings connected the upper half to the sides of the bottom half.  It sported a collar which was in turn connected via six thin strings to the top of 
the cups, the only support that kept the top in place.  The rear was completely exposed save the strings that ran between her legs to a small 
patch of cloth which barely covered her pubic mound.  
	There were also several pairs of high heel shoes located directly underneath the bench.  She selected a yellow pair and set them 
aside while she tended to the business of shaving herself.  She found a womens bic safety razor and shaving gel beside the shower.  
Turning on the shower, she applied the gel to her pussy and got to work.  It certainly wasnt the first time that she had shaved her pubic hair off, 
and in fact if it wasnt for the Playboy shoots, she probably would have kept herself clean shaven as it was easier to maintain her hygiene.  At 
least this wasnt a shock.  She quickly shaved her pussy, legs and underarms, and then slipped on the swim suit and high heels.
	Turning around in front of a full length mirror, Kerri knew that he would like this choice.  Any man would kill for a chance to see me 
like this, she thought.  She thought that she looked extremely sexy today.  Maybe it was because of the constant attention towards her sexual 
desires.  She recalled similar feelings when she was surrounded by the photo crew during her Playboy sessions, but those feelings were 
always tempered in the secure knowledge that her displays were always left at the studio and never elaborated into actual acts of sex.
	Today was different.  Todays flaunting of her body would get her more than open-mouthed stares from the stage crew.  Today it 
would be enticing a man into possibly fucking her completely, in every way imaginable, and making her cum with such intensity as she had 
never experienced before.  For the first time, she realized just how much power she actually had in this slave-master relationship and she 
knew that she had to carefully develop her skills.
	With new purpose, Kerri opened the door of the cabana and strutted like a proud peacock outside to the approving gaze of her 
master.  But something was wrong with his expression.  Looking over to the spa, she noted that a new fixture had been affixed to the deck 
during her absence.  It took her only a moment to recognize it as a classic set of stocks, right from the history pages during the witch-hunting 
era of Salem.  Her proud stance lost way to the sudden desire to flee, but he already held her wrist firmly.
	
 


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	Conrad escorted her over to the stocks without a word spoken and raised the heavy wooden gate upwards.  Kerri got the idea, with 
a gentle shove to her back, and bent downwards over the bottom rail.  Conrad aligned her neck and arms into their respective holes and 
swung down the gate, locking her into place.  Her head and hands stuck out the other side of the wooden planking and couldnt move but a 
fraction of an inch, the diameter of the holes being cut to proper size that early morning.  The wood blocked her view to the rear and all she 
could see was the side of the house and thick woods beyond.  The only thing keeping her from complete terror was the knowledge that he 
had not yet permanently disfigured her in any way and she believed that he cherished her body enough to keep it that way.  She surmised 
that this was the punishment she had agreed to earlier.  Hes not wasting any time!
	Conrad knelt down and slipped her ankles into a pair of leather cuffs which he attached to the deck with a length of heavy leather 
binding.  He kept her legs spread for accessibility.  Lastly, he laced a wide leather corset around her waist and tied a rope from the rear of it, 
upwards to an extended post atop the stocks.  He pulled it tightly upwards, taking a substantial amount of her weight off her feet.
	He disappeared from view for awhile and then returned with a ball gag which he placed into her mouth.  He doesnt want me to 
scream and attract attention.  Oh God, hes going to hurt me again!, she agonized to herself.  Again he disappeared and reappeared with a 
metal box about the size of a car battery and covered with various dials and buttons, and a canvas bag.  He set the box down near the house 
and extended from it an electrical cord which he plugged into a wall outlet.  From the bag, he pulled out a long, thick, black cable.  At the one 
end there was attached a large adapter which he plugged into the side of the box.  The other end was split into five separate smaller cables, 
each capped with a threaded adapter.  Conrad uncoiled the cables and ran them over to the base of the stocks.
	Kerris eyes went wide with fear as she grasped at the concept of what he was doing.  Hes going to electrocute me, she thought 
and then screamed a muffled, NNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!, into her gag
	Seeing her comprehension, Conrad stood in front of her and stroked her hair with compassion.  Im really sorry that I must do this 
to you slave, he said to her, wiping away the tears forming in her eyes, but you have agreed to your punishment already.  If it makes you feel 
any better, I will not apply any more voltage that I know that you can handle.  You have been very good since you last transgression and I am 
sympathetic to you.  Gesturing to the stocks, he continued, No you know why I had to place you into these stocks.  Its wood and doesnt 
conduct electricity.  I couldnt use the other restraining devices downstairs because the electricity would ground out on them.
	She pleaded with her eyes as best as she could, but she knew that it was hopeless.  She believed him that he wouldnt give her 
more than she could take, but mostly she feared the unknown.  The closest she had ever come to being shocked by electricity was once, 
while a young child, she had placed both contacts of a 9-volt radio battery onto her wet tongue.  The resulting shock was not all that great, but 
neither did she like the burning-like tingling sensation that she experienced.  She could only imagine the amplification of that effect when using 
115 household current!
	Such a lovely swim suit you selected, he commented as he parted the top to reveal her pendulous breasts.  I hope that 
afterwards you will take the time to model it for me again.  He couldnt believe that he was already getting hard again at the sight of her 
helpless figure.  The swim suit added just the right touch to complete the picture.  Reaching back into the bag, he pulled out several 
attachments.  Holding each in front of Kerri, he explained their use.
	This device is a remote control to the box you see over there.  With it I can set the current, voltage and duration of each shock, all 
the way from a fraction of a second to continuous.  It also has controls for automatically varying the shock to one of several preselected 
patterns already stored in the main component.  He screwed the remote onto the end of one of the five cables and clipped it into the waistline 
of his shorts.  Now these are probably self-explanatory, he continued.  This metal dildo goes into your cunt and this smaller one goes into 
your ass.  I can strap them into place with a leather belt if necessary.  And these things clamp onto your nipples, but if needed, they can also 
clamp onto your pussy lips, clit, or anywhere else that I may wish.
	Scared to death, she watched him disappear behind her and waited for the pain she knew would be forthcoming.  She felt him grab 
her breasts and gently massage them, paying particular attention to her nipples.  She knew he wanted them extended - easier to clamp the 
electrodes to her - and she hated her body for complying to his wishes.  She bit into the ball gag as he clamped the metal pinchers over each 
nipple, but was somewhat relieved that they were not toothed, nor did he clamp them down too tightly.  In comparison to the version that he 
had used on her before, these barely enticed a gasp from her.
	Standing behind her Conrad pulled aside the flimsy material of the swim suit and grabbed the metal dildo by the non-conductive 
handle.  He applied a layer of K-Y jelly to the probe and also to her cunt, sliding his fingers in to fully lubricate her tunnel.  He slid the side of  
probe against the outside of her snatch.
	You know why you are here dont you?  Just in case you cant remember, I will refresh your memory.  It is because you disobeyed 
me earlier and touched your cunt against me direct instruction not to.  Why?  Did you plan of fingering yourself off?  Did you think you could 
cum without me?  He slipped the dildo into her pussy.  From now on, I want you to associate your non-compliance with the pain you feel will 
today.  These probes represent your stray fingers.
	Burying the probe to the hilt, Conrad reached down and punched a button on the remote.  A single, quarter second pulse of 
electricity surged through the cable and exited the metal walls of the probe.  It all happened so fast that her nervous system barely had time to 
react.  Upon exiting the probe, electrons moving at light speed, shot through the muscles of her pussy.  Under normal circumstances these 
muscles would contract or expand accordingly to a very low electro-chemical stimulus provided by the nervous system.  The amperage and 
voltage that came through the metal dildo was far more than her muscles had been subjected to and the result was instantaneous contraction 
- as hard as her muscle fibers could generate.  The effect was mostly localized to the area directly in contact with the probe, but it was enough 
to make her thigh muscles jump uncontrollably, jerking her ass upright.  The second effect, after her muscles could no longer contract any 
longer, was that of burning pain.  The voltage was low enough to prevent any cell damage, yet it was enough to provide her pain centers with 
the allusion of burning pain.  
	She screamed into her gag at that first of several jolts to come.  It was short enough of a shock that she was able to recover quickly 
and her breathing eased.  She felt the dildo slide out of her pussy and the tip of it rest upon her clit.  AAEEEiiiiiii.....!!!!  NNNNGGGGGGG....!!!, 
she screamed.  WHAM!!  The next jolt hit her right on her ever-so-sensitive clitoris and nearly threw her off her feet.  She snorted through her 
nose and cursed herself for her previous decision to accept her punishment.
	This device is quite something else, Conrad said as if giving a lecture in front of a college class.  It has several unique features 
to control the recipients muscle contractions.  Now that you know what it feels like, let me show you what I mean.  He punched a couple of 
numbers into the remote, slipped the dildo back into her pussy, and then hit another button, activating the first program.
	She felt a light tingle building in her nipples, spreading across her breasts, first on the surface, and then deeper into the flesh.  It 
was an incredible sensation, feeling like a thousand fingers were massaging her breasts.  It continued for another minute or so and then she 
felt the same tingling feeling began at her labia major, working its way to her clitoris and into her vagina.  She couldnt believe the contrast to 
the pain she had felt from the previous shocks as compared to the pleasurable sensations she was experiencing now.  She felt her body 
responding to the stimulation and soon she was moaning in her new-found pleasure.
	Conrad was pleased as he watched her body react positively to the electric treatment.  With this device, he could stimulate her 
organs for lengthy periods of time without physical damage.  That would be something he might use on her at a later date.
	The charge to the metal dildo changed from a steady low current, to a continuous 1/20 of a second pulse rhythm, meaning that the 
current was applied for 1/20 of a second and then turned off for an equal measure.  In addition, the current was increased minutely causing 
her muscles to contract in synchronization with the electric pulse.  The resulting effect was not unlike that of a vibrator being applied directly to 
every muscle fiber in pussy.  Kerris moans increased with the heightened stimulation and she unconsciously tried to grind her hips into the 
buried shaft of the probe.
	Conrad spoke, Feels good does it?  Like I said, this device is incredible.  It can be adjusted to give extraordinary pleasure, or it 
can be used to give just as equally extraordinary punishment.  He touched a button on the control, sending a surge of electricity through the 
contacts.
	The jolt hit Kerri like a sledgehammer, sending her legs straight out and raising the hair on her head.  She would have fallen down 
was it not for the belt secured around her waist.  Her every muscle contracted to the point where she could not even scream in her agony.  Her 
tits felt as if they were going to explode outwards and her pussy felt as if it was on fire.  It continued for what seems like an eternity and then 
suddenly stopped.
	Her entire body went limp and she nearly passed out.  It was like nothing she had ever dreamed possible.  It was horrifying and 
excruciatingly painful, and she knew that she could not take another shock.  She began to cry uncontrollably, praying for deliverance.
	Conrad moved forward, letting the electric dildo slid out of her pussy,  and removed the ball gag from her mouth.  She gasped and 
choked on her tears.
	That was for disobeying me.  I hope you have learned a lesson here.  Your so close to understanding.  Tell me - will you obey me 
from here on out? he queried her.
	Y-yes Master, she gasped.  I will obey you.  I promise.  Please dont hurt me again master...  Her eyes sank to the ground in 
despair.
	I dont believe you for a moment of course, but it is what I expect you to say, so you have passed this test.  Now as a reward, I will 
let you masturbate with this setup.
	Slipping the dildo back into her cunt, Conrad reinitiated the previous program.  It was several minuets before Kerri responded to 
the stimulation, but she was unable to fight it, and she did not necessarily try very hard either especially since she was fairly sure that he would 
not hurt her any further - this time.  As the electricity flowed through her tits and cunt, she relaxed and let herself enjoy the sensations.  Presently 
the thousands of invisible fingers brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm, doubly intensified by the relentlessness of the stimulation.  There 
was no letting up and the messages her clit received from her brain to pull away and hide, were overpowered by the electrical impulses from 
the probe, forcing it to stay erect.  Her single orgasm continued, growing in force and her stomach muscles ached in continuous convulsions.  
Her entire body shook and she was barely able to breath.  Finally the orgasm subsided only to be upstage by another, even more savage 
climax.
	P-p-p-p-lease....s-s-s-top!, she inaudibly pleaded, her eyes closed and her body wet with sweat.
	Maintaining a raging hard on at this point, Conrad needed to relieve himself soon.  Finally he turned off the power to the metal dildo 
and pulled it free from her.  Her muscles still trembled as he pulled down his shorts and moved up behind her.  She wasnt expecting his cock 
and when it rubbed up against her very tender clit, she jumped at the encounter.  Still less expectant was the complete stimulation of her inner 
vagina as his stiff flesh slid in and out of her.  She cried in frustration as her body shook with another intense orgasm.  Her pussy muscles 
involuntarily flexed and squeezed Conrads engorged cock, bringing him towards the edge.  Conrad reached underneath and held her 
breasts in the cup of his hands, careful not to dislodge the clips attached to her nipples.  Holding her, he could feel the tickle of the current 
running through his hands and up his wrists.  Kerri was succumbing to her fourth orgasm in as many minutes when Conrad dropped over the 
edge with his own powerful climax, sending streams of milky-white cum into her belly.
	Conrad pulled out of her and leaned up against the decks railing, catching his breath and thinking how odd it looked to see his 
cum dribbling out of her pink slit and down her inner thigh.  He pondered what he was going to do with her next.  Practically the only thing that 
he had not performed on her yet, was anal sex. Soon he would be able to allow her to render fellatio to his dick without the aid of the rubber 
ring inserted into her mouth.  But she was quickly getting into the swing of the circumstances and her punishments were going to be far and few 
between, her surmised.  Actually, it was a shame, as he found that breaking her was the most exciting part of the whole experience.  Three 
days, and she was already succumbing to his every whim.  He knew it was mostly out of fear of being hurt - and the sex wasnt all that bad 
either - but her quick acceptance of the situation was putting a damper on the planning he had performed prior to his abduction of Kerri.
	Conrad didnt really see himself as hurting her for no purpose.  But he had to admit to himself, that when she cried and squirmed in 
pain, it turned him on.  Also it turned him on when he could inflict sexual punishment onto her, such as forcing her to orgasm over and over until 
she nearly fainted, or the opposite, denying her sexual relief for extended periods.  The most predominate turn on thus far, had been the ego 
boost that he had received when he discovered that Kerri, the girl of his dreams and Playboy centerfold, could not resist climaxing for him.  
That he was able to bring this most desirable woman to orgasm over and over again, was the most exciting and rewarding event of this 
abduction.
	Kerri was moaning again, the electricity still stimulating her tender nipples, sending shots of pleasure straight to her clit.  Conrad 
smiled as he realized that she was about to cum again.
	What was he gong to do?  All of those toys that he had built or purchased through seedy organizations in order to punish a slave 
are nearly useless if the slave doesnt fight back.  Again the thought of simply hurting her for the simple sake of turning him on crossed his 
mind, but he had better plans for her.  After all, it was his initial intention to make her his willing, if not loving, slave, and to hurt her for no reason 
would be counter-productive.
	Then a thought crossed his mind and he grinned.  Yes, of course.  Why not? he mused.  Stepping around to Kerris grimacing face 
- she was climaxing once more - he stooped down and said to her, I have some good news slave.  I think that a change of plans is in order.  
You have come along so well in such a short period of time, that I think its time to find you a companion!
	The look on her face told him that she hadnt heard a thing he had said.  She was still reeling from her orgasm and didnt grasp the 
meaning of his words.  Satisfied with his new plans, Conrad wondered what he should do with Kerri in the meantime.  Pondering the question, 
he snapped his fingers, walked behind her, slipped the metal dildo back into her cunt and slipped a thinner probe into her rectum.  These he 
lashed into place with a leather belt and buckled it into place around her waist.
	NOOOOOooooo.......!!!!!, she wailed, pleading for him not to put her through this extended torture.  Already her stomach muscles 
were badly aching from the multiple orgasms.  Conrad looked at her for a second as if debating to head her pleas, shrugged his shoulders, 
and pressed the appropriate button on the remote.  Simultaneously, her cunt and bowels received the same massaging electric current, 
sending her into almost instant orgasm.  Turning on his heel, Conrad walked back into the house to formulate his next abduction, leaving Kerri 
to wither and pant in sexual abandonment.
	With the abduction of Kerri, Conrad had learned much in the art of surveillance, method and selection of location for a safer 
kidnapping.  First he needed a target, preferably a natural blonde, pretty, young and large chested.  He liked tall, thin, but not too thin, women 
with long legs, and fortunately there were many thousands of women that match that description.  He thought about snatching a whore, but he 
wanted to start out with a clean slate, wanted someone that wasnt initiated into self humiliation, someone who had dignity and self worth, 
someone whom he could forcibly rip away those qualities.
	Conrad sat at his table in the den and looked out the window at his naked slave still struggling against the relentless stimulation of 
the probes.  He knew very well that he could not find someone as beautiful as her, but it didnt matter.  The woman he abducted next would be 
used in a manner that he would never expose Kerri to.  Conrad smiled at her and stood to release his slave from her torture.
 
	
G
 
	In the several months that followed her abduction, Kerri had learned how to serve her master in every way, sexually and as a 
house maid.  Daily, he tended to her sexual desires, sometimes with loving caresses, other times with brutal subjection to pain when she 
displeased him.  She found herself drawn to this man who had seized her from her previous life and couldnt help but fall in love with the 
complete attention that he had given her.  She knew her role and always knew exactly where she stood with Conrad.  For one thing, he had 
never told her a single lie and was always up front with his needs and desires as well.  Life was actually pretty good for Kerri.  She was 
allowed to pursue her interest in painting and gardening, and he kept her in top physical shape with daily exercises.  Even her cooking had 
improved significantly since he had given over all the household chores to her a month after being brought to his mountain hide-away.
	Still, the urge to run occasionally cropped up and as comfortable as she was, she still could not sometimes find herself hating him 
for not allowing her the choice to stay or leave.  She knew it was about control.  If he gave her the choice, she would no longer be his slave, 
nor he her master.  She thought she might choose to stay, but even she knew that wouldnt work.  It was stupid to think along these thoughts as 
she knew he wasnt about to give her the choice.  And fear still played a large part in her containment.  Twice she had been caught trying to 
escape and both times she had been punished severely, once with the electric probe and once by tying her tits up and clamping her nipples 
to the wall while he whipped her bare ass.  Both times she came away from the experience hurt and angered at herself for even trying.  Both 
times, he forced her to orgasm over and over till she couldnt stand any longer.
	During the days, Conrad would work diligently on his computer accumulating his lucrative income electronically.  Once a week he 
would lock Kerri into her cell, completely bind her limbs, chain her to the floor and gag her mouth while he drove into down for supplies.  This 
would often take four or five hours and by the time he got back Kerri was quite sore from her inflexible position.  Most of the time she was 
allowed to roam freely throughout the large home, making sure her duties were complete, and then tasked with keeping herself as sexually 
attractive as possible.  It was her job to learn what Conrad liked and how to please him to the best of her capabilities.  Often, this entailed 
dressing provocatively and posing for his enjoyment.  Other times, it meant begging like an animal to be allowed to fuck him.  Then there 
were the unexpected rapes that would knock the breath out of her when she least expected it.
	And they talked.  They talked quite a bit and discovered a lot about each other.  She was initially shocked when she found out that 
he had purposely stalked her for years before finally acting on his feelings.  He showed her his collection of photos, videos and other 
memorabilia staring hers truly.  Although one might think that getting so personal with each other would promote his sensitivity towards her 
situation, allowing her to regain her freedom, the intimacy actually fed the opposite feeling in Conrad, making his stance towards mastering 
her even more strengthened.
	It was a crisp January morning and he had Kerri kneeling on the master bed posing with her hands to her head.  He was running his 
hands along the curves of her exposed breasts and obviously in deep thought.  Presently he moved to her side and spoke to her.
	 Kerri, he began causing her to sit up straighter.  It had been ages since she had heard her name and she knew something was 
about to come down.  Yes, I used your name on purpose.  Its a beautiful name and Ill start using it unless you anger me, and then its back to 
slave again.  He paused to let her acknowledge.
	Thank you master!  Its nice to hear my name again.  Im so happy that you like it., she said cheerfully.
	Yes, well anyway, I have another subject to discuss with you briefly.  You may recall long ago when I mentioned about getting you 
a companion.  	She nodded her head.  
Good, well Ive located her and Ill be leaving in an hour to escort her home.
	Uhh..., she started but her thoughts were running wild with visions of him abducting another innocent woman.  Y-youre going to 
kidnap someone? she asked already scared that she posed the question, unconsciously dropping her arms to her side.
	He looked at her sternly for a second and responded.  What do you think? he said curtly.  Yes, your correct.  Im going to kidnap 
another woman and bring her here to break just like I have done with you.  And the best part is that your going to help me do it.
	She looked at him in complete horror.  It wasnt that she was shocked about him abducting another woman, that side of him she 
had already known, but his suggestion that she would be helping panicked her.
	H-how?  What do you mean I will be helping you, she queried.
	I mean that you will help me torture her and break her will to resist.  I mean I will use you in any way I see fit to accomplish this.  
Understand?
	Yes Master, she answered automatically.  Her mind reeled with this new information.  Three thoughts repeatedly crossed her 
mind, concern for the unknown woman, anticipation of female companionship, and a gnawing feeling that she was going to lose Conrads 
attention.  The last thought upset her and she inwardly felt a twinge of jealousy blossoming.
 
 
	He left Kerri locked in her cell and drove a recently purchased nondescript panel van two hours towards the city of Bellingham 
where last month he had spotted his prey at the local college.  Again, he decided that colleges were the best place to find what he was 
looking for.  She was a tall, buxom blonde and her name was Tiffany.  He had made the prerequisite investigations into her personal life to 
find out that she lived alone in a small one-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of town and maintained only loose connections with her family. 
 Her disappearance would be discovered much quicker than Kerris was - it took nearly two months before a kidnapping statement was 
issued by the FBI - but he didnt really care.  All he cared about was leaving not a single clue for anyone to follow.  In this matter he was 
exceptionally careful.
	He waited for her at the established time for her to arrive home from a late night at the towns local pick-up bar.  The van was 
parked just on the other side of a ten foot high brick wall and Conrad stood at a bend in the wall.  She would park her car in a nearby lot and 
take a walk way leading down a dimly lit alley towards her apartment.  It wasnt a shabby area, it was just dimly lit with a bit of help from 
Conrads .22 caliber air pistol.
	His wait lasted only ten minutes and he saw her 87 blue, Ford Mustang convertible pull over the curb and shimmy into a narrow 
parking space.  He was careful to stay in the shadows as he watched her open the door and step out, mindful to set the car alarm after she 
locked the door.  She sauntered off in the direction of her apartment with a smile on her face and her purse tucked underneath her arm.  She 
was appropriately dressed for a night out on the town, her hair done up, wearing a provocative dress and sporting high heels and silk 
stockings.
	At the last safe moment, Conrad ducked back around the wall and waiting for his quarry to come to him.  She noticed that the street 
light normally brightly lighting the alley way was out, and for a moment considered walking around the long way, not because she was afraid 
of being vulnerable in the dark, but because she didnt want to step on anything in her new shoes.  But she was tired and she knew the 
shortcut pretty well.  She would just be careful.  Rounding the corner of the brick wall, Tiffanys attention was diverted to the white van parked 
with the rear doors wide open.  She hesitated for a moment, looking for the owner and something inside of her began to tug at her 
consciousness, telling her to leave quickly and quietly.
	As she swung around to leave she never saw the figure attached to the hand that grabbed her around the neck, pulling her 
backwards till she was staring straight up at the star-lit sky.  She opened her mouth to scream in terror but instead gagged as something  
forced its way between her jaws, effectively silencing her.  She felt a pin prick in her right buttock and in the shock of the event allowed herself 
to be dragged backwards to the open van.  Very quickly the drug began to take effect and she was unable to resist as Conrad picked her up 
and laid her down on the floor of the van.  Her eyelids were heavy with drowsiness as she watched him cuff her wrists and ankles and chain 
them to rings on the floor. Her last memory before slipping away was wondering if she had left water down for the cat.
	It was a quick and silent abduction, taking no more than thirty seconds from the moment he grabbed her to the time the van was 
moving out onto the deserted street and carefully making its way back to the freeway.  Tiffany was fast asleep in the back and Conrad 
listened to a selection of classical music to calm his nerves on the drive back home.  There was no cruise control on the van and it took every 
bit of self control he had to keep the speedometer needle at the posted speed limit and not a mile faster.
	Finally the van bounded down the dirt road up to his home and came to a stop at the entrance to the front door.  Conrad jumped out 
of the van and went to the rear of it to open the doors.  Flipping on an overhead light, he jumped up and knelt beside her bound form looking 
for signs to see if she was coming around.  Her breathing was steady and her pulse even.  That was a good sign and meant that she would 
be coming around soon.
	Unlocking the four chains leading from the rings in the floor, Conrad dragged her limp body out of the van and hoisted her upon his 
shoulder, carrying her into the house and carefully down the steps into the basement.  She was beginning to rouse and he wanted to be sure 
to have her in place before she came around.
	Leaning against one wall there was a twelve foot long, three foot wide, padded leather board.  The board sported many leather 
straps which could isolated and immobilize each body part in many different positions.  The head of the board rested on steel pins attached 
to a rail which ran vertically along the wall, allowing the board to be adjusted to which ever height was desired.  It was near horizontal at the 
moment to facilitate strapping down Conrads new catch.
	Gently, Conrad laid her now-restless form onto the board, face up.  He adjusted her position so that her bare feet would rest 
comfortably on the ledge at the foot of the board, and then he began strapping her ankles tightly to the edge of the board.  He then moved 
upwards and strapped her hands snugly above her head so that she would not be able to thrash too much.  Lastly, he placed a two inch wide 
strap of leather across her naked neck and buckled it closed, forcing her head to stay put on the board.
 
 


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Subject: NEW STORY - Caputre of Kerri  (part 8)
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	Racing time, Conrad went about changing into his dungeon master outfit, complete with hood and chainmail.  Then he went to Kerri, 
instructing her not to say a word, and released her from her cell.  He handed her an outfit consisting of a chainmail top, connecting to her 
collar, and a chainmail bikini bottom.  He had her put on a pair of black stilettos specially designed to lock onto her ankles with a leather 
strap.  He fastened wrist cuffs to her and fastened her to a ring on the floor, running a chain between the ring on the floor and a ring located on 
the inside of the leather stilettos.  Lastly, he placed a soft ball gag into her mouth and locked the strap behind her head.
	Kerri knew that these actions had to have something to do with the woman that she assumed he had successfully abducted, and 
knowing this, she was quite nervous as to what his intentions were.  When he turned and left the room, she tried to calm her nerves down by 
breathing deeply and sitting down on her heels.  The pit in her stomach grew.
	Tiffany began to stir, her mind restoring itself to consciousness, and soon her eyelids fluttered open.  At first all she could make out 
was a gray haze, but soon she found herself staring upwards towards a black ceiling covered with all sorts of pipes and various devices that 
she could not fathom the use of.  She tried to lift her head but something resisted her attempt.  She tried a bit harder with no success and 
decided to try to move her arm instead.  Upon discovering her inability to move any of her limbs, the truth began dawning on her and panic 
started welling up inside.
	Mmmgggfffff....., she tried to talk but was cut off the ball gag in her mouth.  MMMMGGGGGGGFFFFFFFF....!!!!!, she cried 
desperately realizing that she was gagged.
	Then she saw a body standing over her, a hooded form wearing black leather and chain clothing reminding her of some hideous 
17th century executioner.  She screamed in terror and fought her bonds with all her strength.  Finally exhausted with her efforts, and cognizant 
that she was unable to free herself, she gave up and went limp.  Then the tears started in hopeless despair, leaving streaks of makeup down 
her cheeks.
	Conrad went to the head of the board and lifted it upwards, locking it into a position just off the vertical.  Her heaving subsided and 
she rolled her head to see what her captor was doing.  His attention was focused on her and he spoke with and even, neutral voice.
	Good morning.  Youre probably asking yourself what is going on.  Ill try and make this as simple and short as possible.  Several 
hours ago I abducted you from the alleyway in front of your apartment.  I have taken you a considerable distance from there and brought you 
here to my home.  He gestured to the surroundings.  My plans are simple, yet will demand a great deal from you.  I have brought you here to 
serve as my slave.  Her eyes widened at his statement.  My ultimate goal is to have you serve me in every way, servitude, emotionally, 
physically, and yes, sexually.
	The last sent her into a fit of renewed attempts to break free.
	Conrad paused a second.  Fighting those straps wont do you a bit of good.  They have a breaking strength of nearly 2000 
pounds.  You will just chaff your skin is all.  She ceased her struggling and the tears began to flow again.  Anyway, as I was saying, I will be 
teaching you how to serve me properly.  The lessons are easy ones to learn, really, but if you fight them I will punish you.  To quell your desire 
to escape, you are located many miles deep in the mountains, well away from any other persons.  This dungeon, as one might call it, 
employs every security measure possible.  You cannot escape and if you are caught attempting to do so, you will be punished severely.  In a 
nutshell, your entire focus in life will be to please me.  Your past is history.  All that matters is here and now.  From this point forward, until I say 
otherwise, you shall be called slave, or slut, or bitch, or whatever name that I deem appropriate.  Also, when your gag is removed, you are 
never to utter a single word without prior approval from myself.  This is very important and you should always remember it.
	She couldnt believe her ears.  She was in a state of shock as he revealed his plans to her, and the implications of those plans had 
not sunk in yet.  In her mind, the only thing that mattered was escaping alive- at any cost.
	You are not alone here slave.  There is another woman that I have taken as mine.  She has not been here long, yet she has 
learned how to please me, and in doing so, she has learned to be happy with herself.  I love his woman greatly and I strive to please her as a 
master should.  I will introduce you to her now, but I fear that your presence will cause her to rebel, her old nature will try to surface again, and I 
will have to beat it back into submission.  It will take some time, but soon she will be helping me train you to become a good slave.
	Conrad turned on his heel and walked back to the other room.  When Kerri saw him she stood automatically with her head bowed.  
He knelt down and unlocked the chain at her ankle and attached a leash to the front of her collar.  She was shaking.  Conrad led her into the 
other room and over near where Tiffany lay.
	Upon seeing the other woman bound to the board, Kerri nearly froze in place and had to be gently urged onwards.  When she saw 
the bound females eyes sweeping up and down her chain-clad body in disgust and fear, Kerris modesty surged and she found herself 
covering her breasts and pubic mound with her hands.  Kerri turned red with embarrassment and looked away from the womans scornful 
eyes.
	Stepping forward, Conrad took the moment to introduce the two girls to each other.
	Kerri, this is our new slave.  You will refer to her only in this term.  Slave, I want you to meet Kerri.  You will only refer to Kerri as your 
mistress and nothing else.  Neither of you will talk to each other unless instructed to by myself.  Not a single word less you desire punishment. 
 Understood?
	Kerri nodded her head in understanding but Tiffany just stared ahead without any outward sign that she had even heard him.
	Very well, he continued.  Lets begin.  Kerri, I want you to take these scissors and cut off the slaves skirt.  Be careful not to cut 
anything else.  
	He handed the scissors to Kerri and she reluctantly held them in her shaking hand.  She stood there looking at Tiffanys helpless 
body and debated what to do.  She knew to disobey was as good as painful punishment, yet she also knew that she didnt have it in her to 
strip the woman of her own dignity.
	Anytime now, Conrad said impatiently.
	She took the steps forward to the side of the board and just stood there staring down at the skirt was supposed to cut.  If only she 
could focus on that one task and try and forget that it was attached to a living, breathing human being, she might be able to....
	She hesitated just slightly too long.  Conrad touched her gently at the waist and motioned for her to turn around.  He took her two 
steps forward and halted her in front of a nearby chair.
	I-I really want to obey you Master, she whispered to him in desperation.  Please, let me please you.  I will do it Master!  He 
shushed her with his first finger to her lips.
	I know you want to Kerri, he said quietly, but you are a slave and you must remember to act immediately to my orders.  Now if 
you promise to be a good slave, I will make your punishment for hesitating swift.  Okay?
	She swallowed.  Yes Master, I promise.  Please dont hurt me badly.
	Louder so that Tiffany could hear he said to Kerri, Spread your legs bitch.  Spread you legs wide so that our slave can see your 
pink cunt.  Humiliated, she complied.  Good.  Now bend over and grab the top of the chair.
	Seeing Kerris body bent over at the waist, her pussy exposed behind the thin links of chain that ran between her ass cheeks, 
caused Tiffany to turn her head away in disgust.  Wanting his new slave to see every bit of punishment that he inflicted upon Kerri, he walked 
over to the head of the board and secured a strap of leather across her forehead, forcing her head in the direction of the action.
	Listen you little fuck, Conrad hissed at her, you will look or so help me Ill clamp your eyelids open!  Got it?!
	She snorted her unintelligible answer and Conrad could only assume by her rapt attention that she had believe him.  
	Walking over to a nearby wall, he picked up a two-inch wide leather strap and a battery powered dildo.  He stepped back behind 
Kerri and bent down to her pussy.
	Kerri, I want you to cum for our new guest, he said to her.  Show her how it pleases me and how it can be equally pleasing for 
you.  With that, he began manipulating her dry cunt lips with his fingers.  Soon, her pussy responded, her clit began to enlarge and her juices 
began to flow over his fingers.  Satisfied with her state of lubrication, Conrad slipped the knobby dildo into her slit, all the while watching 
Tiffanys face for her reaction.  She was obviously stunned with what she was observing, but he really wanted to know if she was being turned 
on in the least.  That would have to wait, he shrugged.  Turning the power on the vibrating dick, he pushed it all the way it till only an inch was 
left hanging out.
	Kerri dear, listen carefully.  I want you to keep that dildo inside of your cunt all by yourself.  Its specially contoured so that your 
pussy lips can grip the bulge near the end.  Thats right.  Good.  He pulled his hand away.  Now, no matter what happens, remember to keep 
a hold on the dildo.
	She shook her head in compliance.  Her breathing turned into short gasps as she found herself nearing the edge.  Her attention 
was completely tuned away from the fact that a strange woman was watching her withering now more that five feet away.
	Standing, Conrad took the leather strap into his hand and brought his hand back.  This is what happens to slaves that disobey 
me, he said primarily to Tiffany.  He swung the foot long strap forward in a sweeping arc which ended with a wet SMACK on Kerris ass.  Kerri 
jumped from the pain inflicted to her rear and howled in pain.  She nearly let the dildo slide out of her vaginal passage, but somehow 
managed to grab it at the last possible moment.  She was just recovering from the first blow when the second blow landed on her other cheek. 
 This time she was prepared for the pain and allowed her body to absorb it, as she had learned to do over the past few months.  Her hips 
rocked forward in unison with the whipping and soon the pain blended in with the constant stimulation of the vibrator doing its thing in her 
pussy.  Ever so often the leather strap would strike the protruding end of the dildo, plunging it hard into the back of her vagina.  Within minutes 
her ass was red with the spanking and her hips were gyrating under the relentless pain and pleasure.  Finally, Kerri let out a resounding moan 
as she crested, her muscles spasmed with a heart stopping orgasm.
	Witnessing her climax, Conrad stopped the plummeting of her ass and pulled out the vibrator from her wet cunt.  Stepping over to 
Tiffany, he brought the cream-coated dildo up to her nose.  She tried to pull away but there was no where to go.  He wiped the length of the 
shaft across the spot between her upper lip and under her nose, leaving a slimy wetness which she would have to smell.
	Mmmmm.... thats my favorite smell slave.  I wonder what yours smells like.  She snorted at him.
	He walked back to Kerri and stood by her side.  Okay Kerri, lets try this again.  Take these scissors and go over there and cut off 
her skirt.
	This time she didnt hesitate.  Grabbing the scissors from his hand, she went to work, cutting her skirt in two, right down the middle, 
exposing Tiffanys pink underwear.  With Conrads urging, she yanked the skirt out from underneath Tiffanys squirming body.
	Good.  Now cut off her blouse please, he said.  Reaching between her breasts, Kerri made a cut down the front and then made 
two cuts from there up the sides of each arm sleeve.  Not allowing herself to look into the new slaves eyes, she pulled the top off and yanked 
the bottom half out, revealing a very healthy set of breasts behind a pink, translucent bra.  Kerri thought that Tiffanys breasts were huge, much 
larger than her own, and she could see the disproportionate small areolas through the flimsy material.  Instantly she was jealous at the 
attention these huge mammarys were bound to receive from her Master.  Bitch!, she thought to herself in disbelief.
	Tiffanys thoughts were similar in that she too hated the other woman for what she was doing to her.  Why did she have to give in so 
easily to his commands to strip her?  The cunt enjoyed being whipped and raped!  Tiffany would not so easily bend to any mans dominance. 
 Though she found her dignity being tested with the forced removal of her clothing, she strived to maintain a stiff upper lip to the proceedings.  
The anger helped.
	All right, now lets see the goods.  Cut off her panties and her bra Kerri, Conrad said while wiping his sweaty hands on his thighs.  
	With a new interest in seeing the bitch humiliated before her master, Kerri eagerly complied and cut away Tiffanys panties.  Pulling 
the fabric out from between her Tiffanys legs, Kerri paused a moment to allow her Master to observe her willingness to serve him.  She 
proceeded with the bra, cutting the straps behind Tiffanys shoulders and then lifting the bra cups off of her bountiful tits.  They dropped to their 
natural position and Conrad was truly impressed.  He thought that they were beautiful, not quite as firm or well shaped as Kerris, but still, 
beautiful in their own right.  They were huge!  He hadnt guessed that such large jugs could be hidden so well underneath her clothing.  He 
took a guess that they were 44-HHH in size and thought to ask her when he had the chance.
	Wonderful! he exclaimed.  Now lets see how well our new slave reacts to being manipulated.  Reaching under the board, 
Conrad pulled a pin and rotated it into a horizontal position.  Tiffany struggled again turning Conrad on even further.  Now that her belly was 
bare, Conrad laid a strap of wide leather across it and fastened it under the board.  He then unclasped each of her ankles from the side of the 
board and she instinctively pulled her freed legs together to protect her nether region.  Conrad took a length of rope and fastened one end to 
her ankles in a hog tie, and brought the other end up over her head, pulling her legs upwards and back, and tying the end to a ring in the wall.  
	Again Conrad reached underneath the board and extracted two pins holding the two pieces of the board together.  Standing at the 
end of the board, he yanked it free of the upper half, spilling Tiffanys ass over the edge.
	Leaning against the wall there was a large metal brace in the shape of an extended V. Conrad picked it up and brought it over to 
the board, where he bolted it to the lower edge with the extensions pointing to the ceiling.  He let the rope attached to her ankles out just 
enough to let him grasp her right leg and bring it up tightly against the corresponding brace.  In this position the outside of her leg rested 
against the inside of the V brace.  Conrad pinned her ankle, the knee and her thigh to the brace using three wide, leather Velcro straps that 
were guaranteed against pulling apart.
	She was desperate now, having one leg pulled up high, straight above her and knowing that her pussy was completely exposed 
to whatever this madman had in store for her.  She had managed to pull her other leg free of the rope and kicked at her captor as hard as she 
could manage.  But he was very strong and grabbed her leg in a vice-like grip, and pulled up against the remaining brace.  And then before 
she knew it, her other leg was equally secured against the metal structure.  She had never felt more vulnerable than she did now.
	But Conrad was quite done yet. At each wrist, he attached a thin, but strong stainless steel chain, about three feet in length.  He then 
unclipped her wrists from the sides of the board and firmly crossed her arms over her ribcage, pushing her ample chest upwards, and then 
locking the two ends of the chain together under the board.
	He stood back and admired his handwork.  She was a true blonde, her pubic hair attested to that, and her body was firm and 
young.  She still wore a costume jewelry diamond bracelet, an emerald ring on the first finger of her right hand, and her fingernails were 
manicured and painted ruby red, like the lipstick she wore.  Her eyes were green and she had very soft, feminine features.  Her pussy was 
neat and trim in appearance, the outer lips were firm and close together and the hair was short and kept well clear of her cunt lips.
	Conrad walked to her reclined head and unlashed the leather strap running across her forehead.  He then pulled the ball gag from 
her mouth, allowing her to work her jaw back and forth.
	First lesson.  What is your name? Conrad asked sternly.
	Her eyes burned into his and she refused to answer his question.  Instead she countered, Who the hell are you?!!  Let me go you 
fucking bastard!!
	That was not the correct answer.  Maybe after your punished you will reconsider your response.
	Motioning to Kerri, he told her to strip what little clothing she had on and to stand next to Tiffanys rear.  First things first.  He had to 
relieve his raging hard on before he could continue her punishment.  Part of that punishment would of course be in the rape of her.
	Get her wet for me, he instructed Kerri.  Her eyes went wide in astonishment.
	I dont know what you mean Master, she said quavering.
	I mean I want you to use your tongue and fingers to get her cunt wet and juicy so that I can fuck her.
	She thought she was going to be sick to her stomach.  She was not a lesbian and had no desires to start, but she also knew that 
she could not disobey her master or she would suffer the consequences.  Hesitatingly, she knelt down between Tiffanys legs and placed her 
chin just below her steaming cunt.  The smell of her moistness filled her nostrils and it reminded her of her own sex.
	ARRRRGGGHH.....Get away from me you fucking dike! Tiffany roared.  She tried to pull away from Kerris mouth but the straps 
held her in a vice-like grip.  Ill kill you if you touch me bitch!!
	Kerri looked up at Conrad for help.  He nodded to her, encouraging her to continue.  With no hope for a last second reprieve, Kerri 
returned to Tiffanys cunt and flickered her tongue out to rest upon Tiffanys labia major.  Laying aside Tiffanys cunt lips with her fingers, she 
slid her tongue between them and toyed with the clitoris.  Tiffany screamed in outrage and squirmed under Kerris tongue.  Soon Kerri realized 
the more she licked Tiffanys cunt, the angrier it made the new slave.  Since the taste wasnt all that bad, her master had demanded it from her, 
and knowing that Tiffany hated her actions made it all the more appealing.  Kerris tongue quickened its pace and intensity until she was 
dipping it deep into Tiffanys cunt hole.  She used her fingers to fuck her and inserted three of them as far as they would go.  By this time 
Tiffanys pussy was wet and quivering despite her angered shouts and crimson face.
	Tiring of Tiffanys vile swearing, Conrad motioned for Kerri to stand aside.
	Youve done a wonderful job babe, he commended Kerri.  Turning to Tiffany, he said, Shut up bitch!  All Ive heard from you is 
foul language and Ive had enough.  You will learn respect if I have to beat it into you!
	Fuck you asshole!! was the response.
	Without hesitation, Conrad brought his open hand down hard upon her wet cunt with a loud smack.
	AAAAAiii....EEEEEE!!!!!!! she screeched.  STOP!!
	Again he lashed out against her exposed genitals, stinging his own hand with the force.  She buckled and howled in pain as he 
continued to spank her cunt a half-dozen more times.  Finally she broke down in tears and begged for him to stop.
	This lesson has just started Slave.  What is your name?
	T-Tiffany!, she cried out.
	Wrong answer again.  He went to the wall and pulled something off a shelf.  It was a penis gag that was constructed of a leather 
base plate with a large full-sized dildo protruding from one side and a smaller dildo protruding down the other.  Leather straps came off each 
side of the leather base.  Standing over Tiffany, he instructed her to open her mouth.  Upon her refusal, he pinched her nose shut until she 
spread her lips to allow air between her teeth.  Thwarted, Conrad reached down and grabbed her left nipple with his left hand and gave it a 
savage yank.  Immediately her mouth popped open to scream but her outcry was muffled by the penis gag he shoved into her agape mouth. 
 He buckled the gag tightly into place and then replaced the leather strap around her forehead, securing her completely.
	Kerri, he said.  I want you to fuck our pretty little slaves face for me.  Face away from me while you do it so that I can see your 
gorgeous ass and so that our slave can get a good look at your beautiful cunt.  If she shuts her eyes, use your fingers to open them.
	Kerri was already wet from the excitement of the previous moments and the idea of being able to satisfy her sexual needs and 
please her master overwhelmed her disgust at using this woman.  Moving cautiously, she straddled Tiffanys head and slowly impaled 
herself upon the up-thrust rubber cock.  
	At the same instant Conrad impaled Tiffanys slick cunt with his manhood, filling her completely.  He watched in rapt fascination as 
Kerri lowered herself all the way down the rubber shaft until her ass slapped up against Tiffanys chin.
	Horror spread across Tiffanys mind.  Her cunt burned from the previous beating and Conrads cock was much larger than 
anything she had ever put inside of her before.  She thought he was going to tear her insides out and all she could do is moan loudly behind 
her gag.  She watched in mixed fear and sexual excitement as Kerris cunt slipped over the end of the dildo and proceeded downwards 
towards her face.  Tiffany tried to hold her breath while Kerris wet, stuffed cunt slapped up against her nose, but soon found it impossible.  She 
had difficulty even breathing at all with Kerris pussy juices flowing into her nostrils.  Worst of all was the fact that her body was responding to 
the abuse and she found her ass tighten while her clitoris tingled with sexual excitement.  The pounding between her legs was relentless and 
soon she found her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts.
 
 
 
 
(To be continued upon request....)