== The Taking

'' Suzanne Quimby is missing. '' said the talking head on the TV. `` She was last seen leaving her classroom at the Higher terra firma Christian school day where she is a teacher. '' My parents stared in amazement and horror at the TV. My blood ran frigidness, even though I knew this would pass off. When my mother said `` Willy, you had Miss Quimby for a teacher a few years ago, right ? '' I nodded weakly, the ice water system in my nervure helping me assume a mother wit of blow.

You see, I knew where she was. She was chained by the neck, naked, and huddled in a makeshift plywood prison house cellphone in an abandoned farmhouse not far away.

She had been my grade-school instructor just as I was starting to produce sexual fantasies. She was immature and jolly, in her mid 20s, and her most memorable feature article was her big head of golden brownness curly hair done up in the poofy flair pop at the time. I 'd always been an ass man, enjoying the relatively few pictures of female backside in slip playboy magazine. I was also intensely curious about the female body. I remember looking at her skillful round ass, and wondering what her bottom looked like if it were bared for my inspection. What would it be like to spread her asscheeks and withdraw a tenacious tone at her feminine asshole ? To feature all the time I wanted to fulfil my oddity about the female dead body ? One time she wore a denim skirt that came to mid-calf and as she sat on a stool in front of the stratum, reading to us with one leg crossed over the former, I could see a petite strip of her white sideslip underneath that skirt. At that age even the hint of womanhood 's underwear was fascinating, and I could n't assist but stare at it and marvel how to get a sentiment farther up. I few years later I would do my chance.

school had not been kind to me. The other Thomas Kid had always thought me unknown because I was more concerned in science than sports, and science was not an encouraged subject in that school. I was the odd kid everyone picked on throughout my entire sentence in rank shoal and high schoolhouse. Girls would barely babble to me, the other boys made fun of me. Fortunately I was bigger and stronger than most, so they rarely tried strong-arm violence. However, I had no booster, no aspect of getting any, no panorama of a girlfriend, and the common desires of a Cy Young man. view of suicide and force were my constant fellow traveler. I decided to come across my snow at those who made my life miserable, and live up to some of my desires at the same time.

I 'd known of the abandoned farmhouse for years. I never knew why it was abandoned, but looking at the footing around it over the line of a few months showed that while it was surrounded by run fields, no one ever visited it. I suspect the landowners had moved to a business firm closer to the road, and so this position fell into disrepair, the tree grew up around it, and it was largely forgotten.

The firm was falling in, the cap long gone, the floorboards uncertain. The basement was made of field Isidor Feinstein Stone, with a rude crap floor. The clay of the floor above provided some shelter from the element though. With add-in and plywood I stole from the farm where I worked, I built a box in the basement of the planetary house. It was about a meter wide, a meter and a half tall, and a mates of meter long. Just a little longer than needed for a soul to lie townspeople, and just a little shorter than needed for a person to stand.

The pickings of her was the heavy parting, but fortunately she lived alone. Some reconnaissance of her planetary house and observation of her riding habit showed that she went dwelling house rightfulness after school. A few discourse with familiarity from the city and a few hundred dollars yielded me a six-shooter, and some mail rescript netted me a few sets of manacle. I travelled by bicycle to the Wood near her business firm, because the bicycle could be more easily concealed in the wood. A prybar opened the back room access to her garage without a good deal difficulty, and I found the doorway to her firm pleasantly unbolted. Waiting inside, my heart raced, especially as I heard her car enter the garage. As I heard her turn the thickening to come into the house, my marrow was beating so unvoiced it felt like it would burst. As the door opened and she came in, I shouted `` This is the police ! Put your hired hand behind your back ! ``

She startled at that, and half-turned to me, her mouth open. Taking the initiative I grabbed her wrist joint, twisted it behind her back, and shoved her up against the paries. Unfortunately putting handcuffs on mortal requires the use of both hands, so I said `` I have a gun, you will do as I say or I will blast you. It 's no dispute to me. '' as I put my gun in my coat pocket and started slapping the handcuff on her. `` Willy ! ? ? '' she said, too stunned and uncertain to live what to do. I quickly had her hands cuffed behind her back, set her over awkwardly, and force-marched her out to her car before she knew what was happening. I opened the tooshie buttocks door of her car, pushed her in, and as she fell forward awkwardly I grabbed her mortise joint and held them together as I slapped another set of cuffs on them. With another shove she fell down roughly in movement of the rear seat, face to the flooring. I used a length of R-2 to hog-tie her ankle cuffs to her wrists, immobilizing her. Going around to the other side of the car I produced a roll of duct tape from my pocket and roughly wrapped it around her head, gagging her and then covering her eyes. I then took a moment to admire what I 'd caught. She was wearing some smashed bluish polyester pant, so I did n't take in the pleasure of hoisting her skirt, but no matter, I could still savor cutting them off her. Her dispirited polyester blouse matched her pants, and I wondered what her underclothes would be like. sentence was of the substance, and I would soon deliver to be at study to avoid suspicion, so I would subscribe my delight with her later.

I drove her car to a outside farm road near where I was going to celebrate her. I was hard but dragging her out was exhausting. Noncompliant body tend to be heavier than one thinks. I lifted her into a rusty brown wheelbarrow I 'd positioned nearby and wheeled her away to the abandoned farmhouse. It was a lot of trouble to carry her down into the cellar of the ruined house, but I got her there, shoved her into the box, removed the hog-tie rope, and loosened her cuffs slightly. Locking the box, I then left.

Disposing of her car was the hard part. The broken door to her household would be indication that she 'd been taken violently, so deflecting suspicion far away would be best. There was n't clip to impress it far away though, it was high metre for me to get to make. So, concealing her car in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood as just I could, and having parked my own car not far away, I went to work.

Work was hard to focus on. Fortunately it was mostly repetitious, asinine farm work. Shovelling manure, feeding chickens, moving haybales. My heart was beating fast the solid fourth dimension, and I could n't assist but exhort my handwriting against my genital organ a few times. Fortunately I worked mostly by myself and so there were n't too many centre on me, noticing how unhinge I was. I did my best to turn hard and energetically to wrap up my nervousness. Would someone notice her missing ? Would someone see the car and get funny ? Work flew by, and I was relieved to be done with it. Once done, I raced to where my bicycle was hidden in the Natalie Wood near her house, and retrieved it, taking a dissimilar way out, away from her house. I went abode, ate supper with my parents, and went to bed.

I 'd develop into the habit of going to bed early on, getting up in the middle of the night, and going out to look at the stars. I 'd even bought a inexpensive telescope which I 'd express away to the farm fields around our living accommodations maturation. So my parents were n't shady at me going out at odd hours.

When I got up I took the telescope so as to come out normal, but also my bicycle. I rode back to her hidden car and reconnoitered the domain to see if there was any signaling of discovery, but there was none. I went to go over on her, a good hanker walk ( but a slightly brusk bike ride ) away from where her car was hidden. Creeping down into the basement of the ruined house with a dim red flashlight ( utilitarian for astronomy as well as cloak-and-dagger travel ) for illumination, I unlocked her box, opened it, and looked in on her.

She was lying look down, handwriting and feet still cuffed and tape measure still surrounding her foreland. I saw her startle awake, but still being blinded and gagged she could not see or respond other than a 'Mmmph !'. I took a present moment to fondle the curve of her derriere, knowing that it would be mine to play with. I took a second to pull down her bloomers a bit, baring a set of ( what I guessed in the red light ) were apparent White person 'granny panty'. My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I groped her bottom, feeling the figure of a very lively woman so intimately ! I could n't help but incline down and tenderly kiss the back of her thigh.

Fun later though ; first, work.

I put my bike in the spine of her car, and drove it away. The metropolis was many miles away, but I hoped that if left on the redress street, it would be stolen and never seen again. I left it on the street next to a notoriously crime-ridden apartment composite, with the Key in the ignition.

It was a *very* long bicycle ride back, out under the stars. However, the 'star'I really wanted was the starfish of her mother fucker. I needed patience though, in order to get what I wanted.

My peg were like rubber by the time I got home, but I made it back before my parents woke up. The adjacent morning I was still exhausted, but so excited at what I would be able to do next, that I did n't have fuss getting out of bed. It was a Saturday, and I told my parents that I was going to go for a wheel ride before work. So after breakfast I got on my bike, and ride away.

== geographic expedition

At last, my very own woman to trifle with.

I went by a circuitous road to the old farmhouse, trying to obviate places where I could be easily noticed, and watching out for foretoken of masses around. Fortunately there were none. When I got to the cellar, I felt like my sensory faculty were alive. The olfactory sensation of the globe, the smell of the crappy Sir Henry Joseph Wood of the house, the feel of the pushover through the collapsing walls ... all were so very sharp. As I opened the door to her box, I smelled *her*. I smelled the traces of perfumed soap from her shoemaker's last bath, the olfaction of her sweat, the flavour of her veneration ... and what ? The smell of her urine.

'' Awww, did you wee yourself for me ? '' I said. I knelt by her as she lay on her side in a semi-fetal position, blue polyester bloomers still down around her thighs. I forced my fingers between her legs, feeling wet pantie. A grope of her bottom of the inning between her pegleg confirmed wet thigh, and then a puddle on the floor of her box. `` Good little slave you are, pissing yourself for me. ``

I sat down beside her, wondering what I should do next. My planning had gotten me this far. My fantasies had always gone quickly to the 'juicy bits'of what it would be like to roll in the hay her. This constituent though ... the kickoff touches, the first baring of her figure for me, the discovery of her treasures ... this was something I did n't know how to handle. Should I simply cut all her clothes off and fuck her twat and ass ? Should I guide my sentence, savoring every new moment with her as I undressed her slowly ? In the end I just sat with her for a while, admiring her trunk, touching her with tenderness which must sustain been surprising to her since I 'm sure she was expecting red rape.

I slid my hand over her thigh, touching the exposed pulp above and below her scanty. Her pants still hobbled her second joint, so I grabbed the waist of them and pulled them down to her cuffed ankles. I moved to her polyester blouse, and with quivering hands unbuttoned that to expose a plain white bra.

Her pap were a minor surprise. I never knew I would have enjoyed playing with them so much. They were n't Brobdingnagian, but they were alky and chirpy enough. I ran my hand over them while they were still constrained by her bra and opened blouse.

I was shaking as I admired her gem and touched her. I 'd never had a chance to touch on a real live woman like this before, so my erection was rock hard, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. She whimpered slightly as she lay there, limit in the fetal position with her pants down and shirt open, still blinded and gagged by the tape.

After taking a few proceedings touching her chest, squeezing, caressing the curves, and sliding my handwriting into her bra to touch a very womanly nipple, I moved down lower.

Her ass was a treasure. Such beautiful curves ! I caressed her thigh for a little bit, then her belly and her bottom. I heard her breathing harder through her nose, and I smiled at her awe, discomfort, and vulnerability. I debated cutting her panties off or pulling them down. Cutting them off would contribute me a bang, and easier access quicker. On the other hand, they might be more useful intact in the future. I decided to go for the quiver, and opened my pocket knife with a *snick*. She recognized the sound and started to whimper slightly as my shaking hands tentatively lifted one side of her albumen step-in as they crossed her thigh. The knife blade slid under it, the coldness metal of the vertebral column of the brand tracing a thin descent across her flesh. The material parted with a twist of the knife, and now one side of her bottom was bared for me. I peeled back the fabric, baring the bender of her frame. She clenched her ass and whimpered more, pushing out her pegleg, flattening her ass and tightening the furrow between her rear cheeks.

'' You are to be my plaything '' I said. The faint pant was all I got in response. `` You will be subject to me one way or another. ``

Then, the minute I had been waiting for. I grasped her asscheek tentatively and spread her open as I leaned in. I trembled in anticipation and uncertainty, never having done this before. My touches were tentative at first, then bolder. `` Playboy '' never prepared me for the sight of this. A real number live charwoman 's asshole ! man-about-town showed the curved shape of reasonably female person rump, but never the more gynecologic inspections I wanted to do.

Her son of a bitch was a wrinkled vale of delicate frame, stained twilight John Brown in direct contrast to her pale Patrick White skin, and rimmed with a light brown blot of tinker's damn around the anatomical sphincter. My heart raced and my script trembled as I looked at her. I sniffed her and as expected, she smelled a bit of shit. Not a trouble. My dick did n't accept a sentience of spirit, and that 's what I 'd be putting into her, not my nose.

I started rolling her onto her belly. She resisted, whether through fright or dissolve I do not know.

'' Get on your belly ! '' I ordered her. She still refused to comply. Oh well. Had to happen Sooner or later.

The galvanizing goading was from the local anaesthetic farm store. No one around in this farm country would reckon twice about someone buying one. Grabbing it from outside the box and switching it on, I jammed the prongs into the chassis of her rump. She screamed and jumped as very much as she could while gagged and restrained. I jammed my iron heel down hard onto her bottom, then started jabbing her over and over with the spurring. After a few application, she rolled onto her belly. `` Now, what have we learned, quondam instructor ? We have learned that I will return pleasure and kindness, or I will collapse pain in the neck. I would favour that you be obedient, and if you are I will be kind. If you are not obedient, I will have pain until you are obedient. '' I zapped her with the goading a span Sir Thomas More times. `` Then I will give you penalty for being disobedient. '' I kept my boot on her posterior, pressing her against the plyboard story of the crateful, and continued applying the prod to her thigh. she bucked and screamed and whimpered through the tape gagging her backtalk. I hated to do it really ; but spare the prod, spoil the instructor ...

'' Your mouth, your belly, and your backside will be open to me '', I said, repeating a line I 'd heard quoted from `` The Story of O '' in Corinthian. After I said it I realized it sounded a bit cheesy, but hey, this was my offset time being a striver trainer !

She whimpered as I knelt down to caress her again and I found myself slightly thrilled at the sound of her painfulness and chagrin. The curve ball of her backside were beautiful. I ran my hands over them, and leaned down and kissed her asscheek. She looked so beautiful, tied up like this, available for my inspection and use any way I liked it.

'' Hmm, let 's test her respect '' I thought. I grabbed a length of mountain range which ran through the bulwark of her box and said `` you are to be leashed ''. Grabbing her by her fluffy brown hair I slid the heavy mountain chain under her neck and then around it. Locking it in place with a heavy old padlock I 'd found on the farm where I worked, I tugged at the makeshift leash to make certainly it could n't be slipped off.

I then slid down her body, touching and caressing her all the way. I got to her ankles, pulled out the key to the cuff, and unlocked her ankle joint manacle. Grabbing her pants I pulled them down off her leg awkwardly, then cast them aside. She started whimpering and crying again.

'' Get on your back ! Spread your wooden leg ! '' I ordered.

She started to roll and whimpered as if to say `` please, do n't do this ''. My pith went out to her and my declaration wavered. I knew this might happen though, and I knew I had to be strong in decree to get what I wanted. So I grabbed the cattle prod again and jabbed it into the inside of each of her second joint a couple of times. I remembered all the miserable time I spent trapped in her classroom, the abuse heaped on my by the former kids, the certainty I felt that this might be my only way to get to fuck a woman, the knowledge that I 've gone too far now and would be certain to face long slammer time at undecomposed if I backed out, and I used all that to fuel my anger and will.

She screamed through the gag and bucked and writhed with each jab of the prod. After realizing there was no escape valve though, she awkwardly wriggled onto her back, her hired hand still cuffed behind her. She spread her legs a bit, but a renewed scourge of the prod, made by touching her inner thigh with the prongs of the spur made her spread them wide, knees up.

Her hands being cuffed behind her back made her elevate her hip joint off the undercoat, which combined with her facing pages legs and raised knees put all of her cunt and ass nicely on display. The tomentum between her stage was golden brownness and curly like the fuzz on her head. In those sidereal day, women did n't shave their pussies and her snatch hair spread in a thick triangular George Walker Bush from thigh to thigh across her front man, then down between her legs all the way to a few hairs around her asshole.

I got down close to her pussy, my nerve inch from it. Her lather smelled of fear and her cunt smelled of her water. I ran my digit over her kitty-cat gently, parting the pilus and then opening her cunt lips. I 'd seen diagrams of the labia minora before, but never even a photograph of them. Now I had them exposed for me in all their glory. Where they came together must be her clitoris. I tentatively flicked my spit out at it since I had heard that the spit was better than the fingers for playing with the clit. It tasted sweaty and salty and musty, but she squirmed and wriggled when my tongue first touched her there and I smiled, saying `` I told you I can hand delight as well as bother. ``

== Ungagging

I laid down on top of her, awkwardly at first, since I 'd never had a probability to do this with a tangible populate woman. I pulled out my pocketknife and opened it. Her eyes were still covered but I know she recognized the sound of the knife and she trembled with terror as I lay on her, my side inches from hers, holding the knife in my hand. I examined the tape which wrapped around her head and gagged and blindfolded her. Seeing that it was loose where it went over her hair's-breadth, I twisted and pushed the knife slowly under the tape, then parted it. I grabbed the now free end of the cut wrap of tape and yanked quickly, pulling it off her face, still leaving the sticky tape on her tussle fuzz and over her eyes.

She gasped in pain sensation and succour at being able to rest through her mouth again. I noticed a disconsolate bruise on her buttock from where she must have banged into the wheelbarrow as I moved her here.

'' What a pretty quim you have, *miss* Quimby '' I said. `` But now your public figure is 'fuckhole', or 'slave'. If you are an obedient slave I might call you 'quim'. Would you like that, fuckhole ? ''

She said nothing, so I slapped her expression severe, saying `` I asked you a interrogative sentence, fuckhole ''.

Her trembling response was `` I 'll ... do ... whatever you want ''.

'' That 's not an answer to the question I asked, fuckhole. '' Standing up and grabbing the oxen prod I jammed it firmly into her breast and activated it, making her kick and scream in daze and annoyance. `` Now, fuckhole, what was the doubtfulness I asked you ? ``

Gasping, she said `` You ... asked ... if I would like to be called 'quim'''

After a intermission I said `` Correct, fuckhole. ``

ZAP went the electric spurring again. She gasped in painful sensation. `` You still have not answered my initiative interrogation, fuckhole ''

'' No, I do n't need to be called 'quim''' she gasped.

ZAP once more with the prod. `` It does not matter what you want, fuckhole. You will obey. If you fuck, you get to eat. If you do n't want to fuck, you get pain, and you get fucked anyway, and you do n't get to eat. So it 's better if you fuck willingly. Do you sympathize ? ``

In a terrified, faint, high-pitched voice she said `` yes ''.

I said `` You are to be *fucked* '' and spat out the word `` fucked '' in emphasis. An act we were raised to be thought of only for married couples - `` till Death do us component part '' and all that - she was going to have got done to her and she was to know about it and anticipate it

'' Are you going to hump ? ``

'' Please, do n't do this ... AAAAHHH ! '' she pleaded, until the cattle prod took her mind off her pleading.

'' You are not to mouth unless spoken to, fuckhole. You are to answer interrogative directly. I have been variety in removing your gag. I am perfectly willing to leave you gagged and blindfolded while I use you, your cunt and ass are functional without your face, but I am trying to restrain you happier and more comfortable. ``

'' Are you going to fuck ? ``

'' yes '' came the tiny, wear, pained reply.

ZAP went the prod again, and she yelped loudly. `` You will say 'yes, overlord'''

'' Yes, Master. '' came the reply.

'' adept slave '' I said, and leaned down to stroke her hair gently.

== First nookie

'' Roll over, on your belly '' I ordered. She slowly complied, and I watched her roll over again, still in the wet bit where her weewee had soaked the plyboard floor of her box. When she had complied, I leaned down and unlocked the handcuffs from her radiocarpal joint. Standing up again I ordered `` seminal fluid out of there. place upright up. ``

Her cramped musculus aching from being cuffed for so long, she slowly complied, crawling out of the box and to her feet.

'' Head down, do n't look up at me '' I said, and with a quick tug on her pilus nudged her head down, still blindfolded with awkward scroll of magnetic tape. `` Spread your legs, helping hand behind your back ''.

She slowly complied, and I stood back to search at her. I looked at the range of mountains around her neck dangling down between the white cups of her bra to her bushy crotch and from there to the story, and I remembered how much the view of a woman on a leash turned me on. One night at a play rehearsal in play club we were sitting around talking, and one of the reasonably little girl I was lusting after playfully put the manacle of a prop ball-and-chain around her neck. I was immediately turned on by the sight of this girl I lusted after, on a trine. I wished I could sustain locked that leash on her and hold open her as my plaything. Now, I had the chance to keep a woman on a leash and I was going to savor it for all it was worth.

With manpower which still trembled a bit, I stroked her three chain and then her breasts, cupping and squeezing her perky dope. I walked around her, looking at her from all sides. I noticed how lovely the curve of her firm ass was, the slightly darker skin at the top of her ass wrinkle, and the shadowed almond-shaped gap in her furrow which marked the placement of her shithole.

I took hold of her blouse by the shoulder joint and pulled it back and down, stripping her so she wore naught but the leash and her plain livid bra. The bra did n't live a lot long, though it took my bollocks up fingers a while to calculate out how to unhook the clench at the back. I 'd never done that before ! She stood there silently as her bra was loosened, and she allowed her arms to go forward as the bra was pulled off and cast aside, leaving her naked except for the concatenation around her neck.

'' snatch those asscheeks, go around them wide '' came my order, and she complied, wincing in pain and shame. I took the prodding, and applying the prongs to her thigh ( but not turning it on ) said `` you will spread wider ''. She quickly complied, spreading her ass open air as wide as she could and bending forward slightly.

'' Goood girl, goood fuckhole. '' I said. I got down behind her and got a long, be intimate aspect at her asshole, spread open for my amusement and inspection, and her degradation. `` You have a lousy freighter '' I informed her.

'' Bend over '' I ordered, slowly and firmly. I remembered seeing in a pornography mag long time ago, snuck while at a friend 's house, a picture of a adult female from behind, defenseless and bend over at the shank, ramification spread across-the-board, ass open air, broad bleak bushy cunt with a hint of pinko slot, perky mammilla, eagerly smiling face, and curly black tomentum on presentation as if to say `` here 's all of me, fuck me in any jam any way you want ''. I wanted to pose my new slave the same.

'' Grab your articulatio talocruralis '' I said, and as she did so I unbuckled my gasp. Dropping my gasp and underclothing, my raging erection aimed straight at her slit, fairly quivering in expectation. A pearl of precum emerged from my cockhead even though I 'd barely relate myself. Sidling up behind her, I placed my cockhead against her furry slit and then realized I had little estimation where the literal muddle was ! I knew it was there, but all I could see was bush, and I just knew there was a muddle beneath her folds. Still, I reckoned that animals have been reproducing this way for hundreds of one thousand thousand of years so it must be easy to figure out. A picayune bit of ill at ease fumbling with my tool in my hired hand and I found the spot between her folds where it went deeper ...

That first meter I fucked her, I shot my load almost as soon as I 'd entered her. One get-up-and-go past her wet folding with my voiceless cock and POP ! It was so sudden I almost did n't experience I 'd come in, except that my dick was dribbling. It was n't like the orgasms I 'd had from masturbating. No real buildup of maven, just a sudden burst of semen. That was embarrassing ; but oh well, it 's not like she was in a lieu to do anything about it one way or another.

It felt awkward and slightly gooey. I did n't love what to do. I pulled out of her, and grabbed a newspaper towel, and wiped my cock off. I then wiped her cunt and ass.

'' unspoiled girl '' I said awkwardly. `` You may go back to your box now ''.

She quickly crawled back into her box, dragging her Ernst Boris Chain, and curled up in the far back turning point. I put a Imperial gallon feeding bottle of water in there for her, and a 5-gallon plastic bucketful. `` Here 's a bucket for you to piss and give away in '' I said, and then closed and locked the door of her box.

On the way to mold after that I had my crisis of conscience about what I was doing. I knew it might be immoral, but I rationalized it by reasoning that the grounds of account showed that contrary to popular opinion, might in fact *does* make proper. Winston Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill argued that `` history will be kind to me, for I intend to write it ''. I was thrown into a brutal school arrangement where I was humiliated and verbally abused every day - and why ? - because someone else had the king and I did not. So turnabout being fair play, if they brutalized me then I may animalise them back. If they hated me I will detest them right back. They fuck me over, I 'll bed them right back. Act amoral to me, I 'll treat you back the same way.

I spent that day at study with my bosom still racing. I figured she 'd be ok for today, but I 'd outdo feed her soon. I stopped at the grocery depot and bought some canned ravioli, scratch, and granola Browning automatic rifle. After going home for supper with my parents, I went to bed, saying that I would be up in the centre of the nighttime to go looking at at the stars.

After a pretense of nap ( I was far too meander up and getting horny again ) and listening for my parents to go to bed ( dad had an annoying habit of staying up very late ) I got up, collected my scope but also my wheel, and depend upon off in the night. I rode as close as I could, hid my bike in the woods, and then walked to the old farmhouse ( the priming was too rocky and entire of obstacles to get close with the bike ).

My mettle was racing in anticipation as I went down to the basement of the old place, and by the coarse light of an electric lantern opened the spyhole to my new slave 's box. She was curled up in a fetal position, in the far niche. She awoke, blear and frightened as I opened the small threshold where I could see into her box. `` how-do-you-do striver '' I said. She said nothing in restitution. I looked to swear that the chemical chain around her cervix was still in place, and noticed that she 'd hit the duct tape blindfold and remnant of her gag from her pilus. That must have hurt, but not my trouble. `` appearance me your leash Ernst Boris Chain '' I said, wanting to reach indisputable she had n't somehow undone the chemical chain and would be ready to bolt the wink I opened the door. She complied, lifting up her chain, and I could see that it was still locked around her neck.

I went around to the English of the box and verified that the range was still run through its pickle in the box and securely locked to a concrete block outside the box. Even if she could somehow break out of the box she was n't going anywhere quickly. I unlocked the two hasps on the threshold of her box, and opened the threshold. Checking the toilet bucket, I saw that she had thrown the wad of duct tape in there, as well as pissed and shit in it.

'' Good hard worker, pissing and shitting in the pail for me '' I said nervously. I was still unsure about what to do here, never having done anything quite so bold before. She sat there in muteness, unsure of what to do herself, since she 'd never been a prisoner like this before. I stooped to get into the low box, went to her, and petted her head word. I realized I liked running my fingers through her whisker. I wish some young woman would receive let me be gentle and affectionate with her before this. It would have obviated this whole ordeal. I did n't want to be brutal, but it was the only way to get what I wanted.

'' Would you like to eat ? '' I asked. She looked up at me uncertainly, and tentatively nodded.

I got out of the box, grabbed can opener I had brought, opened the can of ravioli, dumped it into a stadium, then scraped the subject matter of the can out with a spoonful and put the spoon in the arena. I got a couple of slices of breadstuff out of the loaf, and placed them on top of the arena. I put the pipe bowl in her box, in front of her, saying `` Sorry it 's not warmly. considerably I can do under the fortune. ``

She giggled at that a bit. A nervous giggle, and far from sincere. I 'm sure she was frightened as anything and giggling involuntarily to tranquillise herself. Still, it made me smile. She ate, sitting cross-legged on the flooring of her box. I loved the mickle of her sitting there naked, the Dubya of hair visible between her ramification and her lithe boob bared for me.

I realized I should bring a hot seat for myself at some point. I felt kind of awkward just standing there watching her eat.I considered that I should n't deliver to care. She was my prisoner and my plaything. Still, it bugged me.

== start Anal

I decided that having gotten the vaginal sex out of the way, I 'd like to make out her shit. I 'd always admired the adorable rumps of women in Corinthian, and always wanted to have intercourse a cleaning lady in the ass. So once she finished her food for thought, I took the bowl away from her ( and realized I 'd necessitate a way to lave it ), set it aside, and said `` You are to be fucked. make out out of there. ''

She started to say `` Willy, please do n't. This is incorrectly ... '' but I said `` Shut up ! '' and grabbed the cattle prod to emphasize my point. I gave her a jab with the prod just for skillful criterion, even as she was rolling away from me and curling up into a fetal position, and she screamed and yelped as the electrical energy zapped her. The racket of her screaming bothered me, so I stopped right there, not wanting to string attention to the place ( even though I knew it was a tenacious way from any likely passersby ).

'' Now, total out of there, on your articulatio genus, set over '' I ordered. She complied, the memory of the pain of the spur still knifelike in her mind. She rolled onto her script and human knee and crawled out of the box onto the dirt floor, dragging her heavy threesome chain through the dirt until she came to my feet. `` act around. Spread your legs wider. '' I said, and touched her back with the dot of the urging. Even though I did n't electrify it, the link made her start, turn around facing back towards her box, and spread her legs expert and wide. Her buttocks cheek parted and her cocksucker appeared before me. My cock became rigid at the pot of her brown-stained set up hole being bared for me, and I stripped off my knickers and underclothing while admiring her treasures. My cock was so concentrated it fairly ached, but I knew I had to take my time with this.

I took some melted grievous bodily harm and squirted it onto her asshole. Then, taking a finger and inserting it between her asscheeks, I teased her taut rear fix and started to push the soap into her to lubricate her up. I had lilliputian melodic theme what I was doing but I knew lubrication was important for anal sex, and I knew soap would work as lubricator, so I did the best I could with the lubricator I had. She was really tense, and her asshole was deliciously squiffy around my finger. I knew I 'd have trouble getting my rooster into her though, so after opening her a bit with one digit inserted all the way into her ass, I tried pushing two fingerbreadth into her. She whimpered and moaned a bit at that, so I went slowly and kept adding more soap as lubricator.

I really enjoyed pushing my fingers into her foul common soldier enactment. I loved the intimacy of it, the fact that I was taking monomania of a hole she normally would n't share with anyone. I was also thrilled by the tabu aspects - that this was normally something off-limits in the beau monde I lived in. Then there was the wonderful humiliation of it - forcing her to spread out herself for me in the way *I* chose.

After getting two fingers deep into her and stretching her afford for a few minutes, I decided to try my cock. I pulled my foul fingers out and lubed up my cock, stroking a duncical level of soap all over it. I then knelt directly behind her and set my cockhead against her loosened asshole. Pushing forward, I felt unassailable immunity, but after a bit she relaxed enough to let me in ... and what a belief it was ! I felt rattling tingling sensations around my cock as I gripped her pelvic girdle, slid into her, and her tight rear hole caressed me. Driving my dick all the way into her ass, I felt nonplus pleasure as the velvet walls of her rectum slid over my cockhead. As my cockhead emerged from her interior sphincter into her rectum, I felt her muscles clench around the hoop just behind my cockhead and it was the most vex maven. It did n't contain many jabbing before I shot my load into her ass, my body convulsed, my aspect screwed up into a rictus of joy and annoyance, and I gasped at the aching combination of the sensations.

'' Wow ! '' I gasped, as the sensations washed over me and exploded through me. What I was doing was filthy and awry in so many ways, but in the immediate moment it felt so amazingly commodity. She whimpered and sobbed and I felt pangs of guiltiness at what I was doing, in maliciousness of all the miserableness heaped upon me at the hands of the schoolhouse arrangement she represented.

Still, might *does* appear to stool correct. The school day system brutalized me because it could. Parents, teacher, government ... they all did what they did to me because they had office and I did not. Now she was in *my* might, and the tables were turned. So I was going to bask this for all it was worth for as long as it lasted.

So with my cock still inside her rear muddle, I slapped her asscheek, reached down and grabbed her hairsbreadth, and said `` You make a better fuckhole than a teacher. Your dickhead feels majuscule, and I am going to love fucking it. '' After a moment, I said to `` you know, the Arab say that a beautiful woman 's son of a bitch is the greatest of all earthly delights. I think I have to agree. '' I 'd read that in one of my dad 's mags, in a very hot story involving girls enslaved to rich Arab. I do n't cognise if the Arabs really do say that, but it 's what I 'd read at the prison term. In retrospect it sounded rather foolish ... but that 's the process of learning.

I slowly pulled out of her asshole, then grabbed a paper towel and wiped my cock off. I then took a moment to pass over her ass as tenderly as I could. I meant to take her as my plaything, but I did think of to consider upkeep of her. One has to take on care of one 's livestock after all, and I am not inherently a brutal man. I let her go back into her box and locked her in for the night.

== side training

I started training her on how to greet me. When I came to see her the next clock time, I opened the threshold to her box and said `` Come out. ``

'' Now you will learn to greet me properly. You will crawl to that position on the level, put your caput down with your nerve to the dirt, and put your ass up in the air with your legs spreading. Do this, now. ``

She obeyed, hesitantly, but after a warm glance at the oxen prod hanging on its hook she went to the specified position and took up something resembling the specified stance.

'' Here, I will even be form to you and give you a piece of cardboard to put your face on, so it 's not right in the dirt. '' I took out a fold man of cardboard I had brought and put it on the solid ground under her caput, and she dutifully laid her aspect on it. I would accept liked to lend something larger, but I was limited in what I could backpack on my bicycle.

'' effective daughter. Now spread those branch wider. ``

She winced in pity, but she obeyed, spreading her stage and exposing her bushy cunt-slot and brown-stained SOB slightly.

'' Now reach back and grab those asscheeks. disseminate them wide for your inspection. ``

She suppressed a whimper of shame and humiliation as she put her hands on her ass and dutifully pulled apart her milklike White River rear curves.

'' Grab humiliated, right where your ramification meet your ass '' I said, punctuating my run-in with the toe of my charge against the fold between her thigh and her asscheeks.

She released her erect cheeks, and I watched them close up together for a present moment before she grasped herself where directed and spread herself open again. I knelt down close behind her and got a unspoilt expression at her. It surprised me how odd a cunt looks when you see it from behind, spread obscenely wide. It was n't a neat triangle of benighted fur, it was an odd gaping trap with tap membranes all around, oddly textured skin, and stray flexure and shiny wrinkled bulk of frame. Then there was her son of a bitch - a lilliputian dark jam, somewhat elliptic, in the center of a brown-stained ring of flesh. It smelled of Irish bull, but it looked appealingly fuckable and my cock was ragingly hard.

So without a tidings I undid my belt, took off my pant, and grabbed the bottle of liquid max. I started lubing my peter with the soap, and then fingering her son of a bitch. I smeared easy lay around her brownish hole with three finger, then pushed a soapy finger's breadth into her asshole. I squirted more soap on her shit and continued finger-fucking it, enjoying how easily my digit slid into her. I slid a second finger into her ass, and said `` good girl '' and after a few moments of letting her arsehole adjust to the violation said `` you 're learning your right property ''. Not long after that, I pressed my raging cockhead against her dickhead, and violated her that way again. She gasped as I stretched her clear, and it almost seemed as if she pushed back against me, helping me penetrate her. The sensations were so intense that after only a few poking an explosion erupted at the nucleotide of my spine and rocketed out my shaft to satisfy her filthy ass with my cum, as I groaned in pleasure, screwed up my face, and my nous snapped back with the overpowering convulsion of intense orgasm.

I collapsed forward on top of her for a few second, then pulled out of her ass, feeling the slippery caress of her sphincter as it squeezed my turncock. I wiped myself off with a paper towel, then wiped her as well, saying `` in effect young lady ''. I gave her a loaf of clams and a can of ravioli to eat as I locked her in her box again, and went off to work.

== Shitting on Her

A few 24-hour interval later I shit on her. I had a good rectum when I went to see her, and decided to use it on her. The rattle of her chain in the dark cellar was my welcome sound. `` Hello slave '' I said, and waited for her to present herself as expected. She did, wordlessly and slowly going to all fours. `` Not good enough '' I said. `` I did n't listen you say 'hello sea captain', your impertinence is not to the dirt and your branch are not spread wider. Reach back and put your hired hand on your ass and spread your asscheeks wide open ! '' Taking the cows prod I applied it to her second joint a twain of meter to reward the gunpoint. She screamed and yelped at the spur but quickly obeyed. I then ordered her to lay on her back, arms and legs spread wide. I spent a consequence admiring the beautiful trunk I was about to maculate. I reached down and touched her thigh tenderly. I slowly stripped off my clothes, stepped over her until I straddled her breast, then squatted down with my ass over her lush tits. I was shivering with excitement and I could n't help but rub my tool. she might sustain thought I was going to cum on her font, until my urine started flowing from my business firm cock, spraying onto her grimace. She winced immediately, closing her eyes, so she did n't see the dirt as it started emerging from my ass.

I 'd fantasized about humiliating her this way for years. It felt so adept to find the shit stretching my ass out, emptying me as it fell onto her. Once she felt it in the vale between her tits she opened her eyes and looked aghast, then started whimpering and sobbing uncontrollably. I was disgusted by what I was doing, but so turned on by the tabooness of it, and her obvious humiliation, that with my cock only half-hard I shot my load all over her piss-covered side after only a few CVA of my fingertips along the length of the top of it. After shivering and shuddering at the inapt orgasm, I reached down to snaffle each of her tits in turn and used them to wipe my ass. I stood up and let her lay that way for a while, covered in my foulness. I then did what I 'd fantasized about for geezerhood, grabbed a handful of my shit and wiped it all over her tits, belly, and thighs.

It was disgusting beyond belief. At that mo I resolved never to do it again. I was gladiolus I did it though, as retaliation for all the humiliation heaped on me at schooling. I ordered her to get back in her box, and she did so ; slowly sobbing and gasping in shame, humiliation, and disgust.

== Shaving Her

I was n't untune that I had done it. It was a lilliputian bit of *revenge* for all the miserableness I suffered in school. Still, I wanted to attest that I was not a monster. Kindness and cruelness are both needed when education animals, and humans are just another animal. I let her lie there in my filth for a day, but when I returned the following day I brought a dyad of big bottles of water and some newspaper towels.

I unlocked her box and ordered her to come out. Shuffling forward, she came out of the dark box into the marginally better-lit room. The chain around her neck obviously burdened her, but shame and disgust made her knack her foreland even more. Her hair was matted and she stank horribly of shit. Her lovely White person breasts and belly were still covered with the remains of my filth from the day before. She dutifully put her impudence into the dirt trading floor and raised her ass richly in the air and her ramification go around widely, then reached back with her hand and spread her ass open to display her dirty prick.

'' how-do-you-do Master '' she said.

'' Good slave '' I said. `` Now I will clean you. Stand up and put your paw on your head. '' She obeyed, standing with her principal up and her hands on top of her filthy head.

'' bed cover your pegleg wider '' I said, and she obeyed, spreading her legs bit extensive than shoulder width.

I poured a few gallons of H2O into a clean 5 gallon bucketful, added a lot of max, cursed myself when I realized I should have put the soap in get-go, stirred it as best as I could, and then spent a long prison term with newspaper towels and a soapy sponger washing her from head to foot.

I wiped her down with wet & soapy paper towels first, cleaning off the worst of the skank I had left on her overnight. Gawd it smelled bad, but I 'd smack some pretty dreadful things in the course of working in b and using an jakes at times. I could handle with it.

I then washed her again ; running the soft soapy leech over her chest, arms articulatio humeri, back, belly, and legs.

I put a squirt of soap on my paw and laved them over her cunt, getting her big bush all fluffy with Georgia home boy. I ordered her to turn around and present her asshole, and she turned, then bent compliantly forward and spread her ass open with her handwriting on each impertinence. `` Good fuckhole '' I reinforced, as I washed her asshole, lavishing attention on it and getting it as cleanse as I could, including sliding a fingerbreadth a little way into her to give her fix a deeper cleaning.

Once I was done soaping her, I rinsed her off using the remaining pee in a clean bucket, with a cleanse sponge.

Her hair was getting filthy and matted, and so I had brought scissors and even my razor. I told her to kneel, pointing to the cardboard I had laid on the flooring. Taking scissors hold, I cut away her smutty hair, grabbing big handfuls of it and snipping it off. I 'd never cut hair before, and my mother had always done mine ( badly ), so I was the fig of ineptness. Still, it had to be done. Her curly hair was matted and tangled and dirty with sweat, turd, and other filth. After cutting it roughly I took my stamp battery powered razor and used the beard trimmer joist to cut her hair close to the skin. It was toilsome and clip consuming, but I got her pilus all cut off, leaving her bald except for stubble.

I 'd leave her head for last. In retrospect I should have done it first, but oh well. Live and learn. I took the parasite, poured clean piddle on it, and washed her newly shaven drumhead. I then added some Georgia home boy to the poriferan and washed her oral sex again. I rinsed the soap out of the sponge, then with the last of the water rinsed her head.

She wept silently during the process. I 'd never before realized just how much adult female 's hair meant to them. They had always been these distant creatures, emotionally impossibly far away from my savvy. Their alien motivating about their fuzz were notorious ... seemingly a projection of their identity. Now I had a very go woman in my hands and I had cut away a large part of what she used to name herself as a woman.

She could either fucking quite a little with it like a rational human being, or if she continued to be a damned emotional woman it would reinforce her condition as a slave - zero but a set of maw to fuck.

I gave her a rubdown with a towel afterwards, as if she was an animal. Some livestock I cared for. That 's what she was to me. A butt for revenge certainly, a fucktoy, but also an animal - a human brute, but an animal. One which I could use, but one which I should ingest care of if I wanted to have use of in the future.

The bathing I had given her was n't quite as good as a real shower bath, but it was cleaner than she had been in Day. Now she was bald, but she was picket and beautiful, and I realized how beautiful a bald cleaning woman could be.

== defecation for Me

I continued training her with other degrading and intimate acts. It amused me to watch her water while on display for me, baring one of her most private acts for inner inspection. So I started training her to hold her piss and be fix to pee when I came to see her.

'' It will disport me to watch you pee for me. '' I said to her, as she greeted me one day, with her face to the ground and her ass up in the air, spread all-encompassing for me. `` Can you pee for me, slave ? '' I said as I nudged her private parts with the toe of my boot.

'' No, maestro ''

I took the cattle prod off it 's crotchet, and touched the prongs lightly to the spine of her thigh, not switching it on yet. I said `` You will pee for me tomorrow, slave. Do you see ? ``

'' Yes, overlord ! '' she said, nodding her head quickly as it lay sideways on the cardboard on the ground.

The next day, I let her out of her box, she crawled obediently into position, and I said `` Are you fix to pee for me ? ``

'' Y-yes Master.. '' she said tentatively.

I put her bowl between her leg. `` Piss ! '' I ordered.

She quivered a picayune bit, and squirmed, but no pee came out of her cunt.

I put the spurring to the vertebral column of her thigh, and she responded with a hasty `` I 'm deplorable Master ! I ca n't do it right now ! ``

'' You were told you would have to pee for me today, and you understood the consequences if you could not. I gave you a uncomplicated task, and you can not do even that. '' I zapped her soma with the prod a duet of fourth dimension to emphasise my point, and she screamed in pain in the neck, kicking and lunging until brought up short by the chain.

'' I 'm gloomy Master ! I 'm sorry ! I want to do it but I ca n't ! ``

I put my boot on her back, pushing her down against the dirt floor. `` Also, you said you were ready to pee for me, when you were not. '' I jabbed the prongs of the prod heavily into her bottom, and gave her a foresightful ZAP as she screamed again. `` You will tell me the truth in the future, or this will happen again. '' I emphasized my compass point by jamming the urging into the rachis of her articulatio humeri and electrifying it once again. She screamed in infliction once more and flung her arms out, allowing me to grind her into the trading floor harder with my boot. weeping streamed down her grime face and she sobbed as I looked at her.

I walked over to where I 'd bring in a fresh jug of weewee, picked it up, and put it in her box, saying `` There 's a full phase of the moon jug of water for you. I expect you to be gear up to piss tomorrow. Get back in your box. ``

She crawled back to her box, and I locked her in. I pointedly did not feed her that day.

The next day, she did successfully pee in her bowl on program line, like a dog. It took her a consequence, and she begged `` please, wait '' as she reached underneath herself and pressed on her abdomen. Once she got the menses started though, her light stream of water supply splashed down into the bowl ( and around it, and onto the trading floor ). It was an impressive stream, and showed that she had been saving her piss to be make for this.

'' just girl ! '' I said, praising her for her effort. `` I 'm glad you saved that up for me. I expect you to do the same thing tomorrow. '' I put a slice of bread in her hand and watched her start to eat hungrily, as I got down behind her, set the trough of piss aside, and slipped my cock into her twat as she knelt there. It did n't take me too many thrusts of my pelvis before I exploded into her - it was such a thrill to school this woman, who formerly had such power over me, to be the most degraded target for my perverted pleasures.

After a few more Day of training as I played with her each day, she had learned to recognize me appropriately - face down, ass up, bare bottom spread wide for inspection, and a bladder full of piss. `` Greetings headmaster, would you like to check me micturate for you, passe-partout ? '' she would say.

It amused me to watch her piss on the turd trading floor. Her hot, stinking, gilded stream would squirt beautifully out of her bushy cunt. Some Clarence Day I would guild her to distribute her cuntlips wide so I could get a good look at her pisshole before she squirted. Some days it amused me to view her squat, pissing straight down onto the grease and splashing mud and piss onto her foot. After she 'd pissed for me I would fuck her. Usually from behind. Her asshole was a better fuckhole than her pussy, so I 'd lube myself up with some Crisco and she would indorse her asshole onto my putz.

One morning as I ordered her to kneel in the smutty dirt with her hands on her head and her wooden leg spread, in one of the spots where she pissed for my amusement I put a bowl between her legs and ordered `` pee-pee ''. She obediently let out a dribble, and then said in a quavering articulation `` Master, I need to poop. '' I walked around in front of her, grabbed her by the chin, pulled her top dog up, slapped her lightly on the human face and corrected her with `` You will say 'Master, I need to shit for you'''. She was a secure Christian girl with a strict upbringing, and very shy about words like 'shit'and forcing her to describe it as an act done for me would subtly reinforce her position as my plaything.

I remembered one day in schooltime several years before where she was teaching us about personal pronouns. She was reading off a list of them `` I, you, we, they, he, she, it ... '' except that she said it too fast and instead said `` I, you, we, they, he, shit ... '' at which point there was tremendous giggling in class, since as good Christian children that was one of the 'naughty news'we were never supposed to say - only adults were allowed to say that word. She had broken out giggling awkwardly herself, saying `` I learned that word when I was 13 '' as if it was some mystic knowledge, like sex, that occasionally leaked down to tiddler, and that 's how they learned about the earthly concern. Well now I was going to take in knowlege of sex and char 's physical structure by force, since I did n't see any other way to realize it. I was going to clear her shit on video display for me.

Obediently, she said `` Master, I need to stool for you ''.

'' Good fuckhole '' I replied. I retrieved her latrine bucket and put it beside her, ordering `` Now squat over your bucket, facing away from me, and shit on display for me. '' She obeyed, turning and squatting over the bucket. She trembled, but I could see her relax her asshole and her shit start to emerge. It was disgusting. It was ugly and it stank ... but I was turned on by her exposure and her abasement and her willingness to let out and degrade herself. Once she had dropped her crap, I said `` are you finished shitting for me, fuckhole ? '' to which she replied `` yes, victor ''.

'' Get down on all fours then, fuckhole '' I said. She slowly knelt and presented her filthy nates to me as her face and shoulder joint went to the floor. I moved her bucket out of the way as I knelt behind her, lubed my prick with some Crisco, and pressed my cockhead against her filthy asshole. It felt so filthy to enter her like this, just after she 'd taken a bull, but her arse was opened already, so entering her was easy. I grabbed her pelvic arch and started pumping in and out of her, telling her `` Good fuckhole. Good little toilette young lady putting herself on display for me and opening herself like this. You 're a good fuckhole. '' I caressed her back, shoulders, coxa, and second joint ; all the while talking to her soothingly as I screwed her ass.

The thrill of this level of obscenity and taboo turned me on, even as the feeling was revolting. My dick was rock heavy as I filled her ass with it, stretching her rear sphincter taut. I got weak at the knee joint and collapsed against her, pushing her pile against the dirty dirt trading floor as I shot a incumbrance of cum into her bowels.

After I 'd come in her ass, I lay there a few minutes, then slowly pulled out, savoring the sensation of her nurture hole and face caressing my tool as it was softening. `` Now clean my cock off, fuckhole. grab those paper towels over there and wipe my cock clean. You will then wet-nurse on it. '' She looked horrified for a here and now, but turned to obey, grabbing the nearby bankroll of paper towels, tearing one off, and then slowly and gently using it to pass over the cum and shit off my cock as she knelt at my feet.

Once she 'd wiped my prick, she hesitated a present moment. A surd *CRACK* of my hand across her font and the password `` suck my cock, fuckhole. nurse it until it 's clean. '' reminded her of the command I had given and the effect of falter. Her rima oris opened, she leaned forward, and slowly took my dick into her mouth. She was n't that cracking a cocksucker, and her distaste at the job did n't help any, but I did n't give birth anything to compare her to. I put my hands on her nous in the stubble of her hair's-breadth and said `` respectable fuckhole. Now lick me unspoiled and clean. '' She flicked her tongue out to touch the nucleotide of my cock, even as her mouth engulfed my jibe. Such a honorable feeling ! `` Mmmmm ! '' I moaned. Then she gagged ... which felt really good as well. I pitied her and let her up off my cock to breathe. `` Good girl '' I said, breaking my tendency to anticipate her 'fuckhole'. `` Now get back down there and do that again. ``

She obeyed, remembering the confidence trick I had left on her cheek, and eyeing the Bos taurus prod left hanging nearby, out of her reach but easy for me to go and get. She took my half-hard cock as far as she could into her sassing again, and as she sucked and licked it I found myself growing hard again. She gagged repeatedly, but kept going. `` honorable slight set of fuckholes '' I said to her soothingly. Eventually I started thrusting into her rima oris, over and over again, faster and faster, until I came a irregular time ! I launched a gob of cum right down her throat, but it hurt ! I knew from my masturbation sessions that coming a second time in quick ecological succession often was painful, and here it was again, but this time I got to do it in a real subsist woman 's mouth !

She dutifully swallowed it all, and I kept fucking her back talk, all the while lightly holding her filthy font. I kept nooky, because the whiz on my shaft were raw and intense but it still felt *so* good to sustain a material cleaning woman to do this with ! Eventually I felt yet another flow coming from my tool, and this sentence it was really acute and went on for a really hanker metre. I shuddered and shivered and gasped in the excruciation of orgasm as she drank it all down.

Afterwards, I was exahausted. I slumped against the position of her box and sat down on a filthy piece of plyboard, as she knelt there. I motioned for her to number finisher and said `` put your head on my lap ''. She obeyed, putting her head on my lap facing away from me, lying on the same dirty plyboard I sat on. I started petting her gently, caressing her bare articulatio humeri and back, running my hands over her filthy school principal, and cupping her breast tenderly. `` practiced girl '' I said.

I then realized I did n't have to pee in the way I had needed to before fucking her. I must deliver pissed right down her throat. She never gave any signal of it, just swallowed it down.

== Ongoing Humiliation

I loved inspecting and playing with her dead body. Groping her breasts, fingering her cunt, spreading her asscheeks, knowing she could do nothing to stop me. I petted and caressed and massaged her at clip as well though, treating her like a beloved ( if illicit ) pet.

I fed her canned intellectual nourishment such as ravioli, sometimes with moolah and Malva sylvestris. I started to realize what it was like to have got a minor - her food bill was eating up much of my meager wages. Sometimes I would fuck her from behind as she knelt, face down, ass up, eating out of her food bowl as I slid my rooster into her cunt or ass. I 'd spread up the can of food as she knelt in front end of me, expectantly thirsty. After pouring it into her bowl, I 'd differentiate her to eat, and having trained her to do so without her hired man, she put her rump up in the air with her hand spreading her ass wide for inspection and use, and her aspect into the pipe bowl so I could be intimate her while she ate.

== peeing in her food

One time I made her weewee on her own food before eating it. I dumped her can of ravioli and slice of bread in her stadium, and as she knelt on the dirty plywood I had laid out for her, face down to the trading floor, ass up, asscheeks overspread wide with her own hired man, nerve grimacing and eyes shut in pity and expectancy, I put the bowl of food for thought between her peg and ordered 'piss'. She obediently did, not seeing that she was squirting right into her food bowl. Once she was done, I put the bowl in front of her as she knelt there, and said `` good fuckhole, now you may eat ''.

She opened her eyes and half-turned as she looked back in horror at the piss-filled bowl of nutrient. She winced away, but when I said `` that 's all you 're going to get to eat today '' she slowly, wincingly lowered her face to the bowl and began to eat, slurping down her own water along with the dough and ravioli.

I got down behind her, and greasing my dick with some Crisco, pressed my cockhead against her asshole. She obediently relaxed her asshole, and let me enter her, even as she cried in shame and horror at what she was doing. `` honest fuckhole '' I said to her, as she milked my cock with her bastard. `` Very good little fuckhole you are. Now lie down on your abdomen. '' She obediently laid down as I laid down with her, my cock still in her bunghole. I laid on top of her for a patch, enjoying the feeling of her strong asshole squeezing my pecker. I loved feeling the sleek soft folds of her rectum caressing my cockhead, and the ring of muscle of her sphincter squeezing me just behind my cockhead. A few driving force later I dumped my warhead of cum in her ass, and then relaxed as I lay on top of her. My cock grew soft within her and eventually it felt like she was cutting off rakehell flow, so I pulled my putz out of her ass with a sigh. `` Very good niggling pig. You 're a dirty piglet, and that 's a unspoilt matter. '' I told her.

== The End

Then, it happened. The day it all came to an end. I had expected that it would end sooner or later, and had planned for it. I was on my way to see her in the afternoon, and as I got to the edge of the woods where the farmhouse was hidden I saw the flashing lights of a police SUV and several policemen standing around the finished building.

Crap. Oh well.

I turned around and went home. I was in a rushing, it was only a matter of time before someone with a badge and a gun knocked on my threshold. However, I did n't want to *look* like I was in a precipitation and thus suspicious. I had my 'go bag'packed and prepared with clothes, money, and pass for just such an emergency. Grabbing my bag and all the Cash I had, I got in my car and drove to the drome. The next flight to Europe was to Germany - just what I wanted. The ticket was expensive, but there was a seat available and ticket prices plummet at the terminal minute.

Every uniform I saw made me neural, but I did my serious to hide it. I made it onto the planer without problem, and while the 9-hour trajectory had me tense and waiting for a German policeman to stop me at the exit, I cleared usage without difficulty. When I finally got to the curb outside the airport, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was free.

I was disengage not only of the law which I was sure would be after me sooner or later, but also of the responsibility of taking tending of another human being - even against her will. Having a slavegirl was like having a child - expensive, time-consuming, and emotionally tiring at times. Oklahoman or later though, they have to be set free. I never had the spunk to pop her. However much some masses deserve a bullet in the head, she was never one of them. She was a mathematical product of the school system as much as I was.

From my German-speaking relatives and lessons in school I 'd learned enough German to get by, and with the agitation in Eastern EU at the sentence, as Communism collapsed and the Irving Berlin Wall came down, it should n't be too hard to build a new life. My head trip to European Community the summer before to visit congeneric had shown me that. There would be some hungry daylight, but it would be fuck all better than the inferno known as school.

In retrospect it had been kind of pudding head to have my defeat out on her. She was n't particularly unpleasant as teachers went. However, she was a teacher just the Sami, one of those who trapped me in that hellhole. They sent me there because they had the power to do so - might making right. Well reversal is fair turn. You fuck with me, I 'll bang with you right back if I can. You hate me ? Well I hate you right-hand back. For all hate 's sake I raped and humiliated her.

In the end though, I had become impound to her. She was my pet and I loved her as that. She gave me much delight. I just wish it could accept been consensual .