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Copyright 1998 by EzRiter
Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com
WARNING!!! This is heavy Sado-masochism. Go away if this is not what
you want. Go away if you are under eighteen (twenty-one in certain
locations). Go away if this kind of stuff offends you.
This is not meant to be reality. If you think it is, seek a mental
health professional immediately. Do not attempt these sex acts at
home.
DIANA'S SLAVERY
Diana was the best looking in the university, and there were
thousands of girls. She was the head cheerleader. She dated the
captain of the football team. She was president of her sorority and
homecoming queen. Her was filthy rich. And she was a total
BITCH!
You know the kind. They are fabulous looking and they know it! And,
they use those looks to manipulate people any way they want without
concern for anyone else. Diana was the worst of them because she
loved making feel little, feel used, feel worthless. Even her
boyfriends!
But, David knew . . . finally he knew the KEY to her. It was key he
would use.
Diana was coming to his place for free tutoring. And what lessons she
would get! The first session was planned for three hours on Saturday.
She arrived at nine, only one hour late.
She looked bouncy. She was wearing a halter top, black against her
tanned skin. The halter was nothing more than a push up bra. Her big
breasts were overflowing as the halter hid little and maximized what
was there. She wore shorts, little shorts that allowed the bottom of
her ass cheeks to peek out when she bent over. She was a knock out.
She was outstanding. She was a tease.
The lesson started slowly. Diana was having more fun teasing him then
she was studying. He could see that this PRICK TEASE BITCH was loving
rubbing against him, bending over to show her ass, putting her hand on
his thigh, and all the other little tricks bitches do to make hard
. . . hard and hot for them. Diana was being vicious in her teasing,
licking her full lips, telling him of how the loved to suck her
boyfriend's cock, making sure he was hard from her words and
movements.
But, it was time . . . it was time for Diana to change forever . . .
time for her to recognize her true reason for being . . . to be a
SLAVE for a . . . to be a slave to him . . . David's slave.
He was ready. Diana was teasing him again . . . standing close . . .
letting the tips of her fine barely brush his chest. He put
her hands on her shoulders, fingers touching her spine in her neck,
thumbs against collarbones.
"Now, now, David, no touching," she said, teasing him with her sexy
bedroom eyes.
"OUCH! What was that?" she said as the small needle went into her neck
and he pushed the plunger.
She pushed him away. Her eyes went vacant. She looked at her hands and
tried to clench her fists but they would not work. The medicine was
working . . . she was losing control of her muscles.
She looked at him, surprise in her eyes.
"David, what have you done to me? What did you give me?" Her voice was
slurred.
"Just a little relaxer for you, my sweet slut. You need to relax."
Her legs started to shake and she suddenly sat down, unable to support
her own weight. Slowly, she lay back against the carpet.
Fear was in her face . . . fear.
"David, I can't sit up. What is happening?" She was trying to make her
body respond, trying to control her muscles but she could not. She
could barely talk.
He looked down at her. The relaxant would not last long. But, for
now, she had no control over her body. She lay at his feet, looking
up at him.
"Well, sweet bitch, darling Diana, you look comfortable and relaxed.
Here, let me help you out of your clothes to make you even more
comfortable."
He reached behind her neck and undid the tie of the halter. His hands
quickly went to the front and undid the large, ornate clasp holding it
on her lovely breasts. The halter fell away and he stared as the most
perfect popped into view.
His hand gently stroked her breast, letting his finger tips caress
them. Her face showed no reaction as she felt his hands on her but her
nipples quickly became erect from his experienced fingers. She lay
limp as a rag doll as David played with her perfect breasts,
manipulating their full, ripe fruit in his hands, feeling their
softness and the hardness of her nipples, big and purple from blood
engorgment.
"You must be wondering what I want. You, Diana, I want you. But, I
don't want a quick fuck, Diana. I want you to be my slave . . . my
SLAVE, Diana . . . for always."
"No! Never!" she wanted to say but she could not say anything. She was
paralyzed. She tried to move but she could not. He could see
frustration in her face as she tried to force her muscles to work but
she was helpless . . . she could not even lift her head from the
carpet. Only her brain worked. And her brain was full of FEAR!
He undid the button on her shorts and pulled down the zipper.
She could feel him . . . feel him undressing her . . . feel his
hands on her . . . but she could not stop him . . . she could not
move. Only her eyes showed the fear coursing through her.
His hand went down her leg, feeling the soft feminine flesh . . . so
soft yet so firm . . . so wonderfully feminine yet so muscular . . .
she twitched in reaction . . . twitched as his hand caressed her.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her . . . pulled her dead, unresisting
weight toward the area he had prepared for her. As he pulled her
shorts and were dragged down to her knees exposing her sweet
pussy. He stopped and kneeled beside her.
He touched her perfect pussy, her love passion. His finger slid into
her. Tears started to run down her face. Tears of humiliation . . .
of frustration and fear.
David smiled at her.
"You worthless slut, your is wet . . . it is juicing . . .
your knows what you will not admit . . . your knows you
are looking forward to being my slave . . . to serving me . . . to
submitting to me in all things."
He pushed his thumb hard against her clit . . . her little love
button. Her body jumped in reflex because she could feel, she just
could not control her movements. He continued to massage her clit. Her
hot love button was erect and her lips full and plump telling
him of the desire to be fucked she could not control . . . the
passion he could tell was building in her . . . passion that could
not be released because of the relaxant.
Tears were flowing down her face, tears she could feel but not stop or
even wipe away.
"Stupid, worthless . . . slut . . . bitch . . . I will fuck
you but only after you beg me to do it. Only when you cry for me to
fuck your worthless will I do it. And you will BEG! Your will
BEG for me to do whatever I want to you."
He stroked her face. She could not even move it to turn away from him.
"Diana, you worthless slut, I am going to OWN YOU . . . make you my
SLAVE . . . I will do it by causing you great pain . . . more pain
than you can imagine . . . and that pain will cause you pleasure . .
. more pleasure then you ever could dream of."
"You will love the pleasure I give up . . . love what only I can do
for you . . . you will beg me to do whatever I want with you."
Her eyes were wide in fear. David laughed, a cold, true laugh.
"Soon, darling slut, soon, I will own you."
He began tying Diana with the rope. The pulled her to upright position
so she hung limp but erect in her bondage. He watched her and stroked.
Stroked her continually, hands running all over her, feeling the
wonderful flesh that would soon be his to own . . . to control . . .
"Worthless slut, I am going to enjoy owning you . . . controlling you
. . . having you as my personal whore . . . my slave. But, you will
enjoy it even more than I do. You will love belonging to me . . . of
losing control forever of your body and your sex . . . of
surrendering to me totally and completely. It will make you so happy.
More happy than you deserve, bitch, but happiness you can earn by
being my slave. Do you understand what is going to happen to you? Do
you understand that this is the first day of your new life? Your life
as David's slave . . . David's whore."
Again, he stroked her sweet pussy. Again, she moved involuntarily.
As he planned, the muscle relaxant was wearing off. He could see the
twitching of her arms and legs as the nerves began to return control
to her. She could raise her head now, she could look him in the eye.
Diana was afraid . . . totally afraid. Tears flowed freely down her
face. But, deep inside her brain, in a small part of her subconscious,
she was eagerly anticipating her slavery . . . her punishment . . .
and this scared her as much as anything.
"OH. GOD . . . PLEASE DON'T . . . PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!!..."
Sweat poured from her naked body . . . her fine body. She hung from
the ceiling, her tender wrists wrapped five times with the heavy white
rope . . . arms spread. Her legs were spread too, spread wide and
roped to bolts in the floor. She was tied in an X shape to the floor
and ceiling.
The couldn't move! She was exposed . . . totally exposed!
Her heaved . . . quivered . . . fine, heavy . . . D
cups . . . big nipples standing erect . . . firm, feminine flesh . .
. she liked to rub against . . . to flash through the fine
clothes she wore . . . those super, perky with their big nipples,
like little fingers . . . those she used as a weapon . . .
Her large, round, firm ass was available . . . available for him to
fuck . . . or to WHIP!...that ass that she liked to show off . . . in
her tight, tight jeans . . . her miniskirts . . . or in her
cheerleader's outfit at the games, when she swirled in her short skirt
so her fine ass was exposed to all, covered only by the thin white
panties she wore . . .
And her pussy, her sweet, sweet . . . with its thick, black hair
. . . its glistening slit . . . that longed for . . . that
pussy she rarely gave but often used to draw to her . . . to
tease them to get her way . . . that tight, fine that was
juicing in spite of her fear.
He LOVED it! He loved having her HELPLESS . . . BEGGING him . . .
crying for mercy . . . she was his to do with as he pleased!
"David, please . . . please, let me go! I'll fuck you. We can have
good sex but you must let me go."
He smiled at her begging and let his hands move where they wanted on
her taut body . . . her body hanging before him . . . her body he
would now own. She had teased him on, let him stroke those huge
bumpers . . . rubbed her fine against him as they danced . . .
made him drool from wanting her . . . then . . .
She had laughed at him . . . rejected him . . . told her friends he
was a nothing . . . made him the laughing stock of the campus . . .
But now . . . NOW . . . it was his . . . his turn to even
the score . . . his time to possess . . . to control . . . to own . .
. that voluptuous body . . . that perfect feminine flesh . . .
And she was HELPLESS!!!
When he finished she would be his for all times . . . she would be his
slave, his personal whore . . . because he knew . . . he knew the
secret of her longing . . . he knew how to bring her under his spell .
. .
She squirmed . . . the ropes cut into her ankles and wrists . . .
marking her . . . the fibrous ropes cutting her fragile flesh . . .
she looked up at her bound wrists, moving, cutting, as she watched as
if she could not believe it.
"The ropes, David . . . please, they're cutting me . . . my wrists .
. . please . . . the ropes."
Her fine legs tightened and loosened . . . pulled and slackened . . .
against the bondage . . . those muscular, dancer legs . . .
cheerleader's legs . . . strong to wrap around a lover, yet
beautifully curved and delectable.
"David . . . please, David, let me go . . . honey, sweet David,
don't me . . . please, I'll do anything for you . . . "
Tears, hot salty tears, flowed . . . drool came from her lips . . .
those full pouting lips . . . those lips that kissed so soft and
sweet . . . she was lathered in sweat . . . covered in her own wetness
. . . wetness from fear . . . anxiety . . . adrenalin flowing through
her.
He loved seeing her so pitiful before him . . . so helpless . . . he
loved hearing her cries . . . cries he would ignore as he began to
whip her.
"Please . . . please . . . David, no, no, noooo . . . please, let
me go . . . please . . . "
He pulled her long, mane back . . . arching her back . . .
thrusting her huge out into his chest . . .
He stroked those full, soft as he looked into those eyes . . .
so round, so blue . . . eyes a could fall in and drown . . .
eyes now filled with fear . . . only fear as she hung so tightly
bound in her ropes of bondage.
He had let her wait . . . let her beg, pulling at her bondage, fear
building inside her. Now, he stroked and kissed her breasts, feeling
the nipples become erect and ready under his touch, feeling her
respond. He played with her sweet pussy, flicking her clit, seeing her
respond, sexual heat building. And, Diana unable to stop him . . .
knowing her body was both responding and rejecting . . . wanting his
punishment yet afraid . . . as well she should be.
"See this my whore; see this whip I have just for you."
"PLEASE, OH GOD DAVID, NOOOOO!... David, I'll do anything . . . I'll
suck your cock . . . I'll fuck you . . . anything, David, please
don't . . . DON'T WHIP ME!!
"Oh, you will do all that, and more!.. .you will do anything I ask . .
. because you will love it . . . you will love being whipped . . . "
"Wait, David, WAIT! Let me help you . . . let me get other for
you . . . I can do it, David . . . I can get Julie, sweet Julie with
her nice, soft body . . . or, Laurie would be easy . . . you would
like fucking her, she is hot as a pistol . . . please, David, I can
get you a harem . . . we can have threesomes or as many as you want .
. . just don't . . . oh, god, David . . . DON'T ME!!!
"You dumb . . . you stupid whore . . . you slut . . . do you
think you can manipulate me with your sorry, stinking . . . do
you think I am one of your schoolboys to be played with . . . ?
"PLEASE . . . PLEASE . . . PLEASE, DAVID . . . I WANT TO HELP YOU .
. . "
"You want to help me what, bitch?"
"I want to help you get whatever you want, David . . . whatever it
is, I will help . . . please, David . . . let me help . . . "
"What I want, you sorry slut, you stupid worthless whore, is to OWN
YOU . . . to command you as I please, when I please . . . nothing
else will do . . . and, you KNOW you will be MY SLAVE . . . you know
you want the PLEASURE I can give you."
"Look at the whip!" he ordered. "It will love you and you will learn
to love it . . . love its touch against you . . . love to feel it
bite you . . . It will make you hot!...make your wet . . . wet
for me to fuck you . . . you will beg me to fuck you and to whip you .
. .
"Yes, David, Yes, fuck me, please, fuck me. Slam your big hard cock
into my . . . ream me out, David . . . let me have it . . .
fuck me . . . please, fuck me!
"My mouth, David, put you prick in my mouth, you big . . . I love
to suck cock . . . let me suck you . . . I suck good, David . . .
very good . . . let me suck your cock . . . please . . . "
She moved her out to him, trying to reach him, trying to divert
him from his mission . . . his mission to make her his slave. She ran
her hot, tongue over her full lips, wetting them, opening them
like she was welcoming a cock in there . . .
"David, my ass . . . please, fuck my ass. It is virgin, David . . .
you would be first in my sweet ass . . . anything, David, my ass . .
. anything . . . but the whip! Not the whip!"
The whip was horsehair . . . horrid horsehair . . . it would not cut
her skin . . . but, it would leave splotches . . . bruises . . .
she would under it . . . she would have pain . . . more pain
than she could imagine . . . more pain than she thought she could
handle . . .
The cuts . . . the bruises . . . would quickly heal. But, the pain . .
. the pain and the pleasure it brought she would remember . . . she
would remember always.
It was that pain and pleasure she would want . . . the pleasure
greater than any she ever had . . . the pleasure that would make her
pussy throb . . . and bring her crawling on her knees to him . . .
asking to be fucked, asking to be whipped . . . wanting that pleasure
that only the pain could bring . . .
He knew that she was a masochist . . . a pain lover . . . he knew that
she would fall under the spell of the pain . . . that she would love
it . . . crave it . . . like a junkie needs a fix . . . like a fish
needs water . . . and, she would come to him . . . begging . . . to
have her fix . . . her pain . . . so she could reach her heights of
pleasure that she would so desperately want . . .
Her face was red, her eyes were and puffy. Snot dripped from her
nostrils. Every muscle was tense . . . tight . . . rigid as the fear .
. . the panic . . . the hysteria ruled her.
"When I am through you will beg me to whip you . . . beg me to make
you my slave . . . beg me to do whatever I want to you . . . "
"Yes, I am begging . . . fuck me, take me but please . . . PLEASE
don't whip me!!"
"Why do you deny that it is the whip you want? This whip! The whip
that will cause you the pain you so desperately need. You worthless
slut! You manipulative, moronic cunt! I will be your master . . .
you will beg me for your pleasure!"
"YES, David . . . Please give me pleasure!... not pain . . . pleasure
. . . PLEASURE, DAVID."
"But, one is the other for you, little whore."
"Oh, migod," she thought, "what is happening to me? What is going to
happen?"
She remembered the first football game of the season just two weeks
ago. Her boyfriend had gotten drunk. He had tied her to a tree and
fucked her hard.
She had loved it! She had begged for more! He slapped her . . .
spanked her . . . hit her . . . she had begged for it . . .
begged for more . . . she had gotten down on all fours like a . .
. like the bitch she is . . . and begged, begged for him to hit her
with his belt . . . then begged to be fucked . . . she loved it . .
. she had never loved sex more . . .
David had seen that. She saw him watching from behind a bush. He had
seen her love being bound. That was it!
That is why she was here!
David had seen her!
Oh, God, David KNEW!!
But, he didn't know it all.
He didn't know her boyfriend was repulsed and left her. He didn't know
Diana masturbated at night dreaming on a master to take her.
But, she knew . . . she knew all to well. And, she knew she was as
hot as she was afraid . . . hot for the pain . . . for the
pleasure.
Her muscles spasmed in her back from the tension of being strung up
and the pain shot all the way through her. Her throbbed.
"THHHHACCCCK" "THHHHACCCCK"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
The first two blows landed across her fine, perfect, rounded ASS . . .
her ass stuck out so invitingly . . . so available for whipping . . .
The whip CUT into her tender flesh . . . that fine ass flesh, so lush,
so good to bounce against when fucking doggie style . . . that big
shock absorber . . .
"You know you deserve to be whipped . . . to be . . . because you
are worthless . . . a worthless piece of meat . . . a slut, a whore .
. . but you will become my whore . . . you will learn to love me . . .
to love the whippings I give you . . . and the pleasure only I bring
to your whorish body . . . "
"THHHHACCCCK"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!! PLEASE...PLEASE...DON'TTTTT!!"
Slobber ran from her lips...she was begging...begging him to
stop...but. he would not stop!... he knew she loved it...or she would
love it when he was through . . .
He rubbed her ass... played with the stripes so and ugly on her...
she jumped from the touch.
Again and again, the blows landed on her fine ass, on her thighs...so
open... so easy to punish...on her legs, her stomach, so lean and
taut...on her arms and feet...her back...
"STOP... PLEASE... NO... OH GOD... NOOOOO!!!"
Again and again, he spoke to her, stopping after each
blow...emphasizing that she was a slut, a whore, a stupid cunt...a
bitch...and, that she was now his...his to own...his to control...his
to whip...to fuck....
She was going crazy!!! Crazy with PAIN!!!
"GOD, NOOOOO! I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEASE."
She thought she would lose her mind...she thought the pain would make
her mad...stark raving MAD . . . she wished she would go mad!...
anything to stop the pain...
She peed...wet the floor...she felt her muscles spasm...vacillating in
their pain...she felt her lungs ache as she breathed
rapidly...fighting the pain...the pain that cut her like a knife...a
dull knife...being pushed into her and turned....
He whipped her...covering her...he knew how to do it...to give her
every bit of pain she could stand but no more . . . to spread the
pain over all her body... to make the pain its most effective...not
too long in one spot, move it around... all over her so the pain
flowed everywhere.
She thought she would die...she wished she would die . . .
But, she would not die...she would begin to love the pain...began to
want it . . .
He grabbed her face, looking into her eyes. They were wild...animal
eyes...wild, frightened eyes...he stared into them as she tried
to focus...focus on him through her pain...
"No, David, please... no more pain... please, David, I am a slut...
I'll be your slut slave... but, no more... no more . . . "
"Now, my whore, my slut, I will punish your breasts...your beautiful
breasts . . . "
"David, David," she whispered, "I can't take more...please, if you
love me, if you want me, please stop. I am losing my mind. The pain is
too much. Please, David, for me, for us...pleaseee."
He only smiled at her...a smile of derision...a smile that made her
blood run cold.
"David, I am a slut...I have manipulated men... I am a whore... I have
made buy me presents, expensive presents to try to get in my
pants...but, David, I can't stand any more pain. Please, David, stop .
. . "
He grabbed her and gently stroked it, allowing her to enjoy the
pleasure. The nipple was erect under his fingers, showing her
arousal... sexual arousal through the pain... pain and pleasure...she
moaned . . .
"Oh, David, that feels so good... yes...thank you, David Thank you for
loving my big tits."
He rammed all four fingers and his thumb in her flooding cunt, then
opened his hand. He hooked two fingers up tight under the public
bone sand pressed the thumb down hard on her clit. She gasped,
wide-eyed, at the hard intrusion. Her started to flood... she
wanted to be fucked so much . . . she wanted it! Just like he said!
He stood back from her. Their eyes were locked. He brought back the
whip...slowly so she could have the maximum anticipation of the pain
that was coming...the maximum effect . . .
She sobbed... her eyes froze open... bug-eyed... her tongue hung from
her open mouth... she watched only the whip... the whip he held up
before her... the whip she knew was going to punish her breasts...
"THHHHACCCCK"
The whip thrashed her breasts. He watched the effect...her compressing from the force of the whip...the power of the whip...and
then expanding again...
"NNOOOOOOO!!!!!"
"THHHHACCCCK"
Her body spasmed...jerked...she began quivering from the pain.
And, her eyes...her eyes showed him what he sought...showed him
passion peaking through the pain...through the fear...showed the
beginning of that passion he knew would make her love...make her
want...the PAIN!
He reached for her pussy, her sweet pussy, as yet untouched by his
whip. He felt her gush...felt the walls of her release their
juices...their hot, wet, sticky love juices...those juices that
smelled so sweet and tasted so fine...those juices that proved her
passion...her desire...her need to be fucked . . .
His hand continued...two fingers were now in her pussy...working
her...moving in and out...his thumb was on her clit...her little
button that stuck out rigidly, quivering in its desire . . . the
little button where his thumb now rotated sending shivers down her
legs...up her spine...to her brain...her brain, that source of the
physical feelings she loved...
He felt her began to spasm...contract against his
hand...indicating her orgasm would be quickly here.
She moaned...a deep, guttural moan...a moan from her soul...as the
passions flamed in her...flamed and made her boil with their
heat...the heat of passion...the heat of pleasure . . .
He whipped her across the small of her back...across the base of her
spine...
"NOOO!"
The pain blocked the pleasure, stopped the orgasm...for now.
"David, please, David, let me cum! Let me cum. I need to cum...I need
it so BAD."
His hand never slowed...her throbbed covering his hand in its
hot juices...throbbed in its need...its need to climax...to
orgasm...to CUM. He put his hand covered hand over her mouth and
she greedily his fingers of her hot juices... eagerly
wanting sex to fill her need... her need he controlled.
Again, he whipped the base of her spine...again, her pleasure
stopped...but the pain was joining the
pleasure...increasing...magnifying the intense pleasure she was
feeling...a pleasure like no other...a pleasure she would surely die
for . . .
Her face was red...beet red...her skin was on fire...the
adrenaline...the blood...the fire...flowed through her...she was
burning up...flames were consuming her...
She looked at him, passion, heat controlling her face, her eyes. She
moaned from beyond her throat... from deep in her most inner being.
"I beg you, let me cum. I will be your slave forever if only you will
let me cum!"
He dropped the whip. His thumb crushed her clit, mashing it hard
against her pubic bone. Four fingers filled her as her juices
dripped from his hand.
'YES...YES...YESSSSSS!!!" she screamed.
Her body jumped...shaking like a with a mouse in its mouth...as
waves of orgasms hit her...hit her hard.
With each spasm David spanked her fine ass...smashed his hand against
it...magnifying her pleasure...matching the rhythm of her climaxes.
"Cum whore, little slut, in your pleasure, in your pain," he
whispered in her ear.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her jaw went slack, her mouth
dropped open. She passed out. She hung in her ropes like a limp rag.
He knew he must act quickly now. He undid the ropes from the ceiling,
leaving them around her wrists. He lowered her to the floor. He
grabbed his needle...the needle with the psychotic drug...the drug
that would increase his ability to subdue her...to make her his own.
He injected it in her leg. She did not move. He lay beside her. He
stroked her breasts, her and he began whispering in her ear,
whispering in that hypnotic voice he knew would have maximum effect.
"I am David's slave... his personal whore... David's private slut. I
belong to him. I live to serve him. I will always obey him, his every
wish. My only pleasure is obeying him, serving him, being his slave.
He gives me pain and pleasure, pleasure like no one else can give.
Only David can please me. I am a worthless bitch, a scum slut
that finds value, finds rewards only... only in serving David. All my
pleasure... all my love... all my value comes from being David's
slave... his personal whore... his private slut."
He repeated this same phrase over and over...twenty times...forty
times . . . one hundred times...
In her trance, her pain/pleasure and drug induced trance, she spoke...
repeated the mantra that would be her life's core... reemphazing the
words... burning them into her brain forever.
David knew that she would BE HIS FOREVER! He knew that now Diana was
his slave...
He repeated her mantra over and over. She began to slur her words...
dozed and she stopped speaking, as the effect of the drug put her to
sleep. He covered her with a blanket and left her there.
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