The Making of a Serving Doll

[Doragon]

Chapter 38: The Night Show – Lending a hand

This time he made her lie down at the front of the stage, her legs wide for all to see.

“Let’s ask some people to help you,” he said in the microphone and at least four guys jumped up and came to the front.

“Make a line,” said Freddie to the men, “and remember, don’t touch the girl. You can only touch the brush.”

Freddie knelt behind her and supported her in a half upright position, forcing her to look at the men who were offering to ‘help’ her. She whimpered when the first man took hold of the brush handle and pulled it out of her pussy. She gritted her teeth as somehow this hurt even more than when she was doing it herself. The man began to repeat what she had been doing moments ago, scrubbing the brush head into the entrance of her vagina, making her wail in agony. Then Freddie handed her the magic wand and told her to use it on herself. She quickly pressed the vibrating head against her clitoris and gasped as this caused her arousal to jump up again, despite the painful brushing of her vaginal entrance. And seeing how she got aroused again, the man increased the speed with which he scraped the brush up and down inside her, making her wail in agony.

The second guy took hold of the brush and he didn’t pump it in and out, he tried to twist it inside her pussy, which caused absolute agonizing jolts of pain tearing through her pussy. Only by masturbating herself at the same time, did she manage to make it somewhat bearable for herself while the brush painfully rotated a full turn inside her vagina.

The third man tried to tilt the brush in several directions, hurting her pussy from the inside and stretching her out at the same time. Again it was the masturbation with the vibrator that made it possible not to scream out in pain.

The final man had a different plan. He held the brush just inside her and waited a little to see her arousal rising again. When she began to shiver and pant, he pushed the brush deep into her, all the way to back of her vagina. She screamed this time, as it hurt really bad. Besides, it frustrated her that he had done so just before she finally had an orgasm.

He slowly withdrew and watched again as her arousal took over again. But again he broke her climb off by pushing the brush even harder into her pussy, making the bristles dig deep into her sensitive flesh. It hurt especially when the bristles impacted with her cervix. And noticing her agony, the man began to move the brush with little stabs against her cervix. Caroline wailed and cried, but kept trying to use the vibrator to full capacity on her clitoris.

Again she almost managed to bring herself to the desired orgasm, but the man changed tactics again and increased the motions of the brush head, pumping it up and down the entire depth of her vagina, while punching it against her cervix each time he pushed in. It was excruciating and the girl was shaking under the assault. But slowly and surely the drugs took over and drove her higher again, and this time her arousal won from the horrible pain that was inflicted inside her vagina. She began to shake uncontrollably when the orgasm approached.



“Give in to it,” said the man and then he started pushing. The girl saw him through a haze, her mind reeling, her body shaking. The brush head began to push harder and harder against her cervix. The handle of the brush bent under the strain of the pushing. It pushed so hard, her womb got lifted up higher into her abdomen while her vagina stretched even deeper. Despite the incredible pain, her body still continued climbing higher and then it crashed through her, a massive orgasm. Her body convulsed. Her vagina clamped down hard around the brush, hurting her insides even more against the straining bristles. Her womb began to spasm, driving her cervix hard against the brush head, pushing back against it and causing the most incredible aches. She began to urinate, while at the same time her vagina erupted with her own juices. The man locked his eyes with hers.

“Come on, deeper!” he grinned at her and pushed even harder. Her lower abdomen bulged as the brush went even deeper, stretching her even further. Still she kept convulsing, as the ball of fire in her abdomen grew hotter and hotter. But she didn’t tear and her cervix held, stopped the brush head from penetrating any deeper. Then she collapsed and she sank down on her back, dropping the vibrator and shaking violently.

The crowd cheered when the brush was removed from her pussy. The music resumed and there was a break announced. But Freddie assured them more pleasure was ahead, later than evening.

“Man, you really got it in deep, George. But what were you trying to do?” asked Freddie to the man who had just accomplished and almost impossible feat.

“Well, I tried to get it into her womb, to be honest. She seemed ready for that.”

“Maybe next time, man, maybe next time,” laughed Freddie while he slapped the man on his shoulder.

 

[TortureECT]

Chapter 38: The Night Show – Lending a hand

This time he made her lie down at the front of the stage, her legs wide for all to see.

“Let’s ask some people to help you,” he said in the microphone and at least four guys jumped up and came to the front.

“Make a line,” said Freddie to the men, “and remember, don’t touch the girl. You can only touch the brush.”

Freddie knelt behind her and supported her in a half upright position, forcing her to look at the men who were offering to ‘help’ her. She whimpered when the first man took hold of the brush handle and pulled it out of her pussy. She gritted her teeth as somehow this hurt even more than when she was doing it herself. The man began to repeat what she had been doing moments ago, scrubbing the brush head into the entrance of her vagina, making her wail in agony. Then Freddie handed her the magic wand and told her to use it on herself. She quickly pressed the vibrating head against her clitoris and gasped as this caused her arousal to jump up again, despite the painful brushing of her vaginal entrance. And seeing how she got aroused again, the man increased the speed with which he scraped the brush up and down inside her, making her wail in agony.

The second guy took hold of the brush and he didn’t pump it in and out, he tried to twist it inside her pussy, which caused absolute agonizing jolts of pain tearing through her pussy. Only by masturbating herself at the same time, did she manage to make it somewhat bearable for herself while the brush painfully rotated a full turn inside her vagina.

The third man tried to tilt the brush in several directions, hurting her pussy from the inside and stretching her out at the same time. Again it was the masturbation with the vibrator that made it possible not to scream out in pain.

The final man had a different plan. He held the brush just inside her and waited a little to see her arousal rising again. When she began to shiver and pant, he pushed the brush deep into her, all the way to back of her vagina. She screamed this time, as it hurt really bad. Besides, it frustrated her that he had done so just before she finally had an orgasm.

He slowly withdrew and watched again as her arousal took over again. But again he broke her climb off by pushing the brush even harder into her pussy, making the bristles dig deep into her sensitive flesh. It hurt especially when the bristles impacted with her cervix. And noticing her agony, the man began to move the brush with little stabs against her cervix. Caroline wailed and cried, but kept trying to use the vibrator to full capacity on her clitoris.

Again she almost managed to bring herself to the desired orgasm, but the man changed tactics again and increased the motions of the brush head, pumping it up and down the entire depth of her vagina, while punching it against her cervix each time he pushed in. It was excruciating and the girl was shaking under the assault. But slowly and surely the drugs took over and drove her higher again, and this time her arousal won from the horrible pain that was inflicted inside her vagina. She began to shake uncontrollably when the orgasm approached.

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“Give in to it,” said the man and then he started pushing. The girl saw him through a haze, her mind reeling, her body shaking. The brush head began to push harder and harder against her cervix. The handle of the brush bent under the strain of the pushing. It pushed so hard, her womb got lifted up higher into her abdomen while her vagina stretched even deeper. Despite the incredible pain, her body still continued climbing higher and then it crashed through her, a massive orgasm. Her body convulsed. Her vagina clamped down hard around the brush, hurting her insides even more against the straining bristles. Her womb began to spasm, driving her cervix hard against the brush head, pushing back against it and causing the most incredible aches. She began to urinate, while at the same time her vagina erupted with her own juices. The man locked his eyes with hers.

“Come on, deeper!” he grinned at her and pushed even harder. Her lower abdomen bulged as the brush went even deeper, stretching her even further. Still she kept convulsing, as the ball of fire in her abdomen grew hotter and hotter. But she didn’t tear and her cervix held, stopped the brush head from penetrating any deeper. Then she collapsed and she sank down on her back, dropping the vibrator and shaking violently.

The crowd cheered when the brush was removed from her pussy. The music resumed and there was a break announced. But Freddie assured them more pleasure was ahead, later than evening.

“Man, you really got it in deep, George. But what were you trying to do?” asked Freddie to the man who had just accomplished and almost impossible feat.

“Well, I tried to get it into her womb, to be honest. She seemed ready for that.”

“Maybe next time, man, maybe next time,” laughed Freddie while he slapped the man on his shoulder.

The Cunt is in sooo much pain she lost control over her Bodily functions

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 39: The bottle

“And we’re back!” said Freddie in the microphone. “I hope everybody got their drinks, because you don’t want to miss this. Here’s Candy!” He waved to the back and Caroline walked back on stage, staggering a bit and clearly a little unsteady. She had been given another dose of drugs and some drinks, making her feel like she was floating. Her crotch had a warm glow but didn’t hurt, strangely enough. She hoped they were not going to make her do the toilet brush again, because that had left her insides quite chafed. Thanks to the drugs she hardly felt it though.

The audience cheered and applauded and Caroline noticed, though through a haze, that the audience had grown much bigger. There were at least a hundred people in the bar now, packing the place from wall to wall. And they all clearly enjoyed seeing her naked body. Freddie made her turn around and show herself. Then he turned her with her back to the audience, making her show her ass.

“Sweet Candy has a very tight little ass, a sight for sore eyes, right?” The audience agreed with lots of hooting and calling out to her. Freddie made her spread her buttocks and show them her asshole. The girl complied with a heavy blush and she felt even more dizzy. Showing such a large crowd her asshole? What was next?

Freddie took hold on another object from the stage, a long necked wine bottle, which he brought to Caroline. She looked at it with eyes wide. What was she supposed to do with that? She hoped for another drink, but dreaded the worst.



“We’ve seen Candy do some pretty amazing things with her little pussy. But she has another hole, remember? And how tight is that? We’ve just seen it. Not a finger can get in, right?” More hooting and catcalling. Someone apparently got his dick out, because the bartender shouted at him to put it away.

“Candy has agreed to do something really amazing for the main act,” said Freddie and then he held up the bottle for the audience.

“Riesling is a very nice white wine, originating from the Rhine region in Germany. Everything happens for a Riesling, right?”

Laughter and applause. But Freddie wasn’t done yet.

“Someone asked me if I was part of a wine cult. I replied that I belong to a Riesling sekt.”

More laughter and shouting for more.

“More? If you’ve never tried a Riesling, you’ll find it tastes like Leitz-out. Nah, I’m just kidding. Sometimes we all need a Riesling to be cheerful.”

“We like beer!” someone shouted from the audience.

“There you’re not here for the right Riesling,” Freddie threw back at him and more laughter was his share.

“Anyways, little jokes aside, this bottle is here for a reason. Most people recognize it by the shape of the bottle. It’s got a long neck and a slim body. But don’t underestimate it’s size. The tip is 30 mm wide, the body is 77 mm wide and it has a length of 330 mm. And Candy is going to see how much of it she can fit in her tight little!”

Caroline frowned while she watched Freddie place the bottle on one of the chairs and then take the flask with lubricant to squeeze a lot of the clear fluid all over the large bottle. Something in the back of her mind was alarmed, but she was too far gone to be able to formulate any kind of protest. She gazed at the audience, who were mostly standing now and clapping. She sighed and stepped backwards towards the chair. When the back of her legs hit the chair, she looked down and bend over, looking at the bottle between her legs. It looked huge and she noticed how transparent globs of lubricant were slowly dripping down the glass. She looked up again, clearly hearing people calling out to her to take it in her ass. She sighed again and blinked, trying to clear her head a little bit, but the haze remained. She did have the presence of mind not to simply sit down on the bottle, but reach between her legs first to hold it and then slowly sink down, her thighs spreading and her feet placed a little to the side. The cap on the bottle bumped against her left buttock and by reorienting herself, she managed to place her anus against it. Rubbing her anus a little bit on the smooth cap, felt actually nice and she tickled herself for a bit. But the chanting kept going and she knew what they wanted. Slowly she pressed her anus against the cap. It was no bigger than the doc’s penis had been, but this bottle cap was entirely inflexible and she gasped when she felt her anal sphincter being forced to spread around the hard object. With a gasp she felt it push into her. But once it was in, it was easy to push it in deeper for a bit and that actually felt nice, as soon as the initial ache diminished. It was very slippery and going in went easy. She then felt the cap rubbing the walls of her rectum and that was a little bit more painful, but manageable.

Once more she sighed and looked at the crowd with a deep blush on her face. Here she was, legs spread wide, for an entire crowd of people, while her anus was clutching around the top of a large bottle. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ they chanted and they jeered at her. She shook her head, not in refusal, but in another attempt to clear her mind. Her body was already obeying and she tried to move herself up and down on top of the bottle, but her anus was so tight, she kept lifting the object from the chair and it almost toppled over. With a hand she tried to stabilize it and then it went easier to make her anus slide up and down the top of the bottle.

Soon they were telling her to take it deeper and Freddie also encouraged her, saying she was doing fine and she could take a lot more. With a groan she tried pushing herself in a lower squat, sensing how the bottle still slipped easily into her, but now it began to hurt inside a deeper part of her rectum, as well as in her anus, which was beginning to be spread wider open by the sloping neck of the bottle.

Freddie directed her, without using the microphone, telling her to slide up and down, make herself get used to it, stretch her anus a little further each time she went down. She tried and gasped every time she pushed down on the bottle, sensing how it painfully stretched her anus wider each time. When she got about maybe 10 cm inside of her, it really started to get wider and she grunted each time she pushed her anus down the slippery object. And when she was maybe halfway down the neck, the width was around 4 cm and her anus was painfully stretched at this point. She also began to feel how it reached painfully deep inside her rectum by this point. Freddie wanted her to take it deeper still, but she shook her head. Then he helped to support her and told her to put her feet on the chair and squat down on top of the bottle. And while he held the bottle up, he told her to move up and down, fucking her ass on the long neck of glass object.

The audience clearly loved the sight of the naked girl squatting on the chair, legs wide, her pussy open and her ass going up and down the long neck of the bottle. Caroline whimpered and panted while she kept working herself up and down the merciless object. The drugs kept raising her arousal, despite the soreness in her butt. And as her anus and rectum kind of got used to the constant penetration of the long neck, she felt herself getting more excited again. In an attempt to stop the arousal from rising any higher, she pushed down a little harder to hurt herself. And this in turn caused her anus to spread wider and she slowly began to take the bottleneck even deeper into her rectum.

At one point it really started to hurt deep inside her abdomen. The top of the bottle reached to the end of her rectum, where a bend to her colon had to be negated to get it in any deeper. Freddie told her to tilt her body from side to side while she kept fucking the bottle. This helped her anus to stretch wider and the bottleneck now also pushed beyond the bend to her colon. With a gasp and a cry she felt the bottle getting even deeper and her anus was now getting forced open really wide.

“Almost there,” said Freddie. He let go of the bottle and made her sit down on it, while he stayed behind her and had her lean against him. With an arm around her shoulders and one hand on her thigh, he kissed her sweaty face and whispered in her ear to push down hard. His arms began to push her down as well and with a loud wail the girl felt her ass pushing down on the widening bottle, spreading her anus most painfully. She was getting close to the full width of the bottle, the entire neck now pressing very deep into her colon.



“Almost there,” said Freddie and with one hand her reached around her and began to flick her engorged clitoris. Caroline immediately had a whole series of small orgasms and while her juices sprayed from her wide open pussy, her anus slowly descended further over the bottle, reaching around the complete width of the glass body. With a scream she felt herself lowering further now, Freddie pushing her down hard.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered in her ear, “let it slide in, take it all in. You can do it!”

He put his hands under her thighs and told her to wrap her arms around his neck so he could carry her. Then he made her lift her feet off the chair and he let her down on top of the bottle, her whole weight now resting on the immense object. With a scream she felt the bottle sliding in deeper and deeper, reaching higher and higher into her abdomen. She felt so full, she could not believe it. And the pain was so overwhelming, she didn’t even feel aroused anymore at this point. Instead she began to panic as Freddie didn’t stop her descent at all.



“Calm down, almost there, shhh,” said Freddie in her ear. And then her buttocks touched the chair under her, the bottle now almost fully inserted into her anus. The crowd went wild and cheered and applauded with great enthusiasm.

For a while they let the girl sit there, the bottle fully inserted inside her body, while she clutched her swollen abdomen as if she was in the early stages of pregnancy. She was suffering from heavy cramps and her anus ached so bad she barely dared to move.

 

[Doragon]

Apologies to @Barbaria1 for the Riesling abuse. I just had to bring it in.

 

[Barbaria1]

Apologies to @Barbaria1 for the Riesling abuse. I just had to bring it in.

I would prefer drinking from the Riesling bottle, but those bottles do have a long neck and. … well … yeah … I suppose …

 

[TortureECT]

Chapter 39: The bottle

“And we’re back!” said Freddie in the microphone. “I hope everybody got their drinks, because you don’t want to miss this. Here’s Candy!” He waved to the back and Caroline walked back on stage, staggering a bit and clearly a little unsteady. She had been given another dose of drugs and some drinks, making her feel like she was floating. Her crotch had a warm glow but didn’t hurt, strangely enough. She hoped they were not going to make her do the toilet brush again, because that had left her insides quite chafed. Thanks to the drugs she hardly felt it though.

The audience cheered and applauded and Caroline noticed, though through a haze, that the audience had grown much bigger. There were at least a hundred people in the bar now, packing the place from wall to wall. And they all clearly enjoyed seeing her naked body. Freddie made her turn around and show herself. Then he turned her with her back to the audience, making her show her ass.

“Sweet Candy has a very tight little ass, a sight for sore eyes, right?” The audience agreed with lots of hooting and calling out to her. Freddie made her spread her buttocks and show them her asshole. The girl complied with a heavy blush and she felt even more dizzy. Showing such a large crowd her asshole? What was next?

Freddie took hold on another object from the stage, a long necked wine bottle, which he brought to Caroline. She looked at it with eyes wide. What was she supposed to do with that? She hoped for another drink, but dreaded the worst.

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“We’ve seen Candy do some pretty amazing things with her little pussy. But she has another hole, remember? And how tight is that? We’ve just seen it. Not a finger can get in, right?” More hooting and catcalling. Someone apparently got his dick out, because the bartender shouted at him to put it away.

“Candy has agreed to do something really amazing for the main act,” said Freddie and then he held up the bottle for the audience.

“Riesling is a very nice white wine, originating from the Rhine region in Germany. Everything happens for a Riesling, right?”

Laughter and applause. But Freddie wasn’t done yet.

“Someone asked me if I was part of a wine cult. I replied that I belong to a Riesling sekt.”

More laughter and shouting for more.

“More? If you’ve never tried a Riesling, you’ll find it tastes like Leitz-out. Nah, I’m just kidding. Sometimes we all need a Riesling to be cheerful.”

“We like beer!” someone shouted from the audience.

“There you’re not here for the right Riesling,” Freddie threw back at him and more laughter was his share.

“Anyways, little jokes aside, this bottle is here for a reason. Most people recognize it by the shape of the bottle. It’s got a long neck and a slim body. But don’t underestimate it’s size. The tip is 30 mm wide, the body is 77 mm wide and it has a length of 330 mm. And Candy is going to see how much of it she can fit in her tight little!”

Caroline frowned while she watched Freddie place the bottle on one of the chairs and then take the flask with lubricant to squeeze a lot of the clear fluid all over the large bottle. Something in the back of her mind was alarmed, but she was too far gone to be able to formulate any kind of protest. She gazed at the audience, who were mostly standing now and clapping. She sighed and stepped backwards towards the chair. When the back of her legs hit the chair, she looked down and bend over, looking at the bottle between her legs. It looked huge and she noticed how transparent globs of lubricant were slowly dripping down the glass. She looked up again, clearly hearing people calling out to her to take it in her ass. She sighed again and blinked, trying to clear her head a little bit, but the haze remained. She did have the presence of mind not to simply sit down on the bottle, but reach between her legs first to hold it and then slowly sink down, her thighs spreading and her feet placed a little to the side. The cap on the bottle bumped against her left buttock and by reorienting herself, she managed to place her anus against it. Rubbing her anus a little bit on the smooth cap, felt actually nice and she tickled herself for a bit. But the chanting kept going and she knew what they wanted. Slowly she pressed her anus against the cap. It was no bigger than the doc’s penis had been, but this bottle cap was entirely inflexible and she gasped when she felt her anal sphincter being forced to spread around the hard object. With a gasp she felt it push into her. But once it was in, it was easy to push it in deeper for a bit and that actually felt nice, as soon as the initial ache diminished. It was very slippery and going in went easy. She then felt the cap rubbing the walls of her rectum and that was a little bit more painful, but manageable.

Once more she sighed and looked at the crowd with a deep blush on her face. Here she was, legs spread wide, for an entire crowd of people, while her anus was clutching around the top of a large bottle. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ they chanted and they jeered at her. She shook her head, not in refusal, but in another attempt to clear her mind. Her body was already obeying and she tried to move herself up and down on top of the bottle, but her anus was so tight, she kept lifting the object from the chair and it almost toppled over. With a hand she tried to stabilize it and then it went easier to make her anus slide up and down the top of the bottle.

Soon they were telling her to take it deeper and Freddie also encouraged her, saying she was doing fine and she could take a lot more. With a groan she tried pushing herself in a lower squat, sensing how the bottle still slipped easily into her, but now it began to hurt inside a deeper part of her rectum, as well as in her anus, which was beginning to be spread wider open by the sloping neck of the bottle.

Freddie directed her, without using the microphone, telling her to slide up and down, make herself get used to it, stretch her anus a little further each time she went down. She tried and gasped every time she pushed down on the bottle, sensing how it painfully stretched her anus wider each time. When she got about maybe 10 cm inside of her, it really started to get wider and she grunted each time she pushed her anus down the slippery object. And when she was maybe halfway down the neck, the width was around 4 cm and her anus was painfully stretched at this point. She also began to feel how it reached painfully deep inside her rectum by this point. Freddie wanted her to take it deeper still, but she shook her head. Then he helped to support her and told her to put her feet on the chair and squat down on top of the bottle. And while he held the bottle up, he told her to move up and down, fucking her ass on the long neck of glass object.

The audience clearly loved the sight of the naked girl squatting on the chair, legs wide, her pussy open and her ass going up and down the long neck of the bottle. Caroline whimpered and panted while she kept working herself up and down the merciless object. The drugs kept raising her arousal, despite the soreness in her butt. And as her anus and rectum kind of got used to the constant penetration of the long neck, she felt herself getting more excited again. In an attempt to stop the arousal from rising any higher, she pushed down a little harder to hurt herself. And this in turn caused her anus to spread wider and she slowly began to take the bottleneck even deeper into her rectum.

At one point it really started to hurt deep inside her abdomen. The top of the bottle reached to the end of her rectum, where a bend to her colon had to be negated to get it in any deeper. Freddie told her to tilt her body from side to side while she kept fucking the bottle. This helped her anus to stretch wider and the bottleneck now also pushed beyond the bend to her colon. With a gasp and a cry she felt the bottle getting even deeper and her anus was now getting forced open really wide.

“Almost there,” said Freddie. He let go of the bottle and made her sit down on it, while he stayed behind her and had her lean against him. With an arm around her shoulders and one hand on her thigh, he kissed her sweaty face and whispered in her ear to push down hard. His arms began to push her down as well and with a loud wail the girl felt her ass pushing down on the widening bottle, spreading her anus most painfully. She was getting close to the full width of the bottle, the entire neck now pressing very deep into her colon.

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“Almost there,” said Freddie and with one hand her reached around her and began to flick her engorged clitoris. Caroline immediately had a whole series of small orgasms and while her juices sprayed from her wide open pussy, her anus slowly descended further over the bottle, reaching around the complete width of the glass body. With a scream she felt herself lowering further now, Freddie pushing her down hard.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered in her ear, “let it slide in, take it all in. You can do it!”

He put his hands under her thighs and told her to wrap her arms around his neck so he could carry her. Then he made her lift her feet off the chair and he let her down on top of the bottle, her whole weight now resting on the immense object. With a scream she felt the bottle sliding in deeper and deeper, reaching higher and higher into her abdomen. She felt so full, she could not believe it. And the pain was so overwhelming, she didn’t even feel aroused anymore at this point. Instead she began to panic as Freddie didn’t stop her descent at all.

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“Calm down, almost there, shhh,” said Freddie in her ear. And then her buttocks touched the chair under her, the bottle now almost fully inserted into her anus. The crowd went wild and cheered and applauded with great enthusiasm.

For a while they let the girl sit there, the bottle fully inserted inside her body, while she clutched her swollen abdomen as if she was in the early stages of pregnancy. She was suffering from heavy cramps and her anus ached so bad she barely dared to move.

She has the Face full of Bliss and Satisfaction

The men here really know how to treat dirty shameless cunts

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 40: The Night Show - ending

I entered the crowded bar and worked my way up to the front, where I immediately recognized Caroline while she was crawling naked on the stage with a baseball bat stuffed in her vagina. I got up on the stage and quickly took the microphone from Freddie, who was clearly afraid I might punch him.

“Get your asses out of here,” I told the crowd before, “before I call the cops on the charges of abduction, rape and sexual harassment. This girl is not here out of free will.”



There was a tense moment when some guys kept yelling at me, calling me all sorts of names for spoiling their fun. If things got violent, I had no chance. But there were also quite a few who immediately left at the mention of the police, not daring to risk the chance of being arrested or even noted at being present here. Lots of those men had a wife at home and a career to worry about. The final few who seemed ready to start a riot, were calmed down by the bartenders and by Freddie. Not that they chose my side, they just didn’t want any fight breaking out.

As a lot of people were hurrying to get out, I turned and pulled the bat from Caroline’s body. The girl immediately curled up on the stage. I don’t think she recognized me. The remaining crowd hooted at me, told me to fuck off, while some seemed to be ready to drag me off the stage.

“What the fuck is going on,” a heavy voice bellowed and a large man with a beard came from behind the curtains, walking up to me with thunder in his eyes. Another guy with a beanie came up from behind him, who looked like the guy that had been spotted taking Caroline with him in the pickup truck. He came up behind me, ready to grab me. I held out my hands to indicate I wasn’t here for a fight. Caroline remained curled up on the stage. She looked wasted, drunk, spent, tired, all covered in sweat and juices. But I had to deal with the two guys first.

“Mister Whistler I presume?” I said to the bearded gorilla in front of me.

“Who is asking?” he answered with his arms folded in front of his chest.

“Ted Bender,” I replied. “I represent BDC, Bound Doll Corporation and I am here to retrieve one of our co-workers, this girl,” I pointed towards Caroline, who was still curled up on the stage, “who appears to have been in your show against her will.”

“What the fuck are you saying?” scowled William, “Are you accusing me of foul play? Like what?”

“Abduction, rape, torture, public abuse, to name but a few,” I replied.

“So why didn’t you bring any cops with you if you are so convinced I did all that?” he smirked. I glanced behind me where the other guy had come a little closer, cracking his knuckles in a menacing way.

“Because I checked on you, William. You were a good customer of us some time ago and then suddenly that stopped. Did you think you could get our girls cheaper by abducting them?”

“Fuck you,” said William, “I do not need to abduct anyone. Besides, this girl cost me a lot.”

“This girl is going to cost you a lot more,” I replied, “the damages you have done are incredibly expensive.”

“What are you talking about? I rented the girl with your company. What are you trying to pull here?”

“I am not trying to pull anything and you didn’t rent her from us. You got no contract, no receipt, you got nothing to prove your claim. We however have a contract with this girl and she’s only in the early stages of training. Your abuse of her might very well have damaged and broken her for life.”

“Fuck that, you are talking shit,” the man replied angrily.

“Look at her,” I raised my voice at him. “Is that a girl who is a professional performer, who does this for a living? What did you have to do to get her to perform like this? Torture her first? Drug her?”



William glanced at the girl and I saw in his eyes that I was right.

“You are a disgrace to our community and our line of work. You give us all a bad name. When this gets out you will never get to work with anyone from the bdsm and fetish community again. And this will get out, especially when you let your comrade behind me bash my head in.”

William scowled at me, took a step back and made a short gesture at the man behind me.

“Drop it, Snake,” he said. Snake lowered his fists and stepped back as well.

“Take the girl and get out of here,” continued William with gritted teeth.

“That’s not enough,” I replied, “You owe us a shitload of money.”

“I already paid for the damned girl,” he growled.

“Not to us you did,” I said, “but our lawyers will contact you.”

I went over to Caroline and noticed she was snoring. That was a good sign, I felt – if she was asleep she didn’t seem to be in any life threatening condition. And the poor thing would likely be exhausted. I picked her up and carried her off stage, where William was ranting at Snake for having brought him this girl.

“Mr Whistler,” I said and from my coat I pulled a little note with an address on it. “The one who delivered our girl to you against her will and who has been pretending to be our representative, lives here. His real name is not Dick Malfort, he is called Julian Felltrop. I’m sure you’d like to have a word with him.”

I left with the sleeping Caroline still in my arms. Thankfully I had enough contacts in the healthcare system to get someone to take care of her and check her out, without having a report written up and the police getting notified. If the law was becoming part of this, our business was going to end real soon, I figured.

 

[TortureECT]

Chapter 40: The Night Show - ending

I entered the crowded bar and worked my way up to the front, where I immediately recognized Caroline while she was crawling naked on the stage with a baseball bat stuffed in her vagina. I got up on the stage and quickly took the microphone from Freddie, who was clearly afraid I might punch him.

“Get your asses out of here,” I told the crowd before, “before I call the cops on the charges of abduction, rape and sexual harassment. This girl is not here out of free will.”

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There was a tense moment when some guys kept yelling at me, calling me all sorts of names for spoiling their fun. If things got violent, I had no chance. But there were also quite a few who immediately left at the mention of the police, not daring to risk the chance of being arrested or even noted at being present here. Lots of those men had a wife at home and a career to worry about. The final few who seemed ready to start a riot, were calmed down by the bartenders and by Freddie. Not that they chose my side, they just didn’t want any fight breaking out.

As a lot of people were hurrying to get out, I turned and pulled the bat from Caroline’s body. The girl immediately curled up on the stage. I don’t think she recognized me. The remaining crowd hooted at me, told me to fuck off, while some seemed to be ready to drag me off the stage.

“What the fuck is going on,” a heavy voice bellowed and a large man with a beard came from behind the curtains, walking up to me with thunder in his eyes. Another guy with a beanie came up from behind him, who looked like the guy that had been spotted taking Caroline with him in the pickup truck. He came up behind me, ready to grab me. I held out my hands to indicate I wasn’t here for a fight. Caroline remained curled up on the stage. She looked wasted, drunk, spent, tired, all covered in sweat and juices. But I had to deal with the two guys first.

“Mister Whistler I presume?” I said to the bearded gorilla in front of me.

“Who is asking?” he answered with his arms folded in front of his chest.

“Ted Bender,” I replied. “I represent BDC, Bound Doll Corporation and I am here to retrieve one of our co-workers, this girl,” I pointed towards Caroline, who was still curled up on the stage, “who appears to have been in your show against her will.”

“What the fuck are you saying?” scowled William, “Are you accusing me of foul play? Like what?”

“Abduction, rape, torture, public abuse, to name but a few,” I replied.

“So why didn’t you bring any cops with you if you are so convinced I did all that?” he smirked. I glanced behind me where the other guy had come a little closer, cracking his knuckles in a menacing way.

“Because I checked on you, William. You were a good customer of us some time ago and then suddenly that stopped. Did you think you could get our girls cheaper by abducting them?”

“Fuck you,” said William, “I do not need to abduct anyone. Besides, this girl cost me a lot.”

“This girl is going to cost you a lot more,” I replied, “the damages you have done are incredibly expensive.”

“What are you talking about? I rented the girl with your company. What are you trying to pull here?”

“I am not trying to pull anything and you didn’t rent her from us. You got no contract, no receipt, you got nothing to prove your claim. We however have a contract with this girl and she’s only in the early stages of training. Your abuse of her might very well have damaged and broken her for life.”

“Fuck that, you are talking shit,” the man replied angrily.

“Look at her,” I raised my voice at him. “Is that a girl who is a professional performer, who does this for a living? What did you have to do to get her to perform like this? Torture her first? Drug her?”

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William glanced at the girl and I saw in his eyes that I was right.

“You are a disgrace to our community and our line of work. You give us all a bad name. When this gets out you will never get to work with anyone from the bdsm and fetish community again. And this will get out, especially when you let your comrade behind me bash my head in.”

William scowled at me, took a step back and made a short gesture at the man behind me.

“Drop it, Snake,” he said. Snake lowered his fists and stepped back as well.

“Take the girl and get out of here,” continued William with gritted teeth.

“That’s not enough,” I replied, “You owe us a shitload of money.”

“I already paid for the damned girl,” he growled.

“Not to us you did,” I said, “but our lawyers will contact you.”

I went over to Caroline and noticed she was snoring. That was a good sign, I felt – if she was asleep she didn’t seem to be in any life threatening condition. And the poor thing would likely be exhausted. I picked her up and carried her off stage, where William was ranting at Snake for having brought him this girl.

“Mr Whistler,” I said and from my coat I pulled a little note with an address on it. “The one who delivered our girl to you against her will and who has been pretending to be our representative, lives here. His real name is not Dick Malfort, he is called Julian Felltrop. I’m sure you’d like to have a word with him.”

I left with the sleeping Caroline still in my arms. Thankfully I had enough contacts in the healthcare system to get someone to take care of her and check her out, without having a report written up and the police getting notified. If the law was becoming part of this, our business was going to end real soon, I figured.

"""Torture her first? Drug her?”"""

Yes well they used ElectroShock therapy on her

also later on she started to enjoy herself
she might have been crying but looked like she loved it

 

[Doragon]

"""Torture her first? Drug her?”"""

Yes well they used ElectroShock therapy on her

also later on she started to enjoy herself
she might have been crying but looked like she loved it

She was tortured into submission with the shock stick and before they sent her on stage they drugged her with drugs that increased her arousal and also made her more compliant.

 

[TortureECT]

Love

She was tortured into submission with the shock stick and before they sent her on stage they drugged her with drugs that increased her arousal and also made her more compliant.

Lovely
Cool

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 41: Home

After a visit to the private clinic of a friend of mine, I took the girl back home with me. She wasn’t so badly injured that she had to be hospitalized and I didn’t want to take her back to the office just yet. We first had a lot of loose ends to tie up. The girl slept for most of the time and when I got home, I put her in my bed to sleep it all off. She deserved that. It was a miracle she suffered only minor injuries from what they put her through and I had a new level of admiration for this little thing.

The rest of the night was spent making lots of phone calls and ironing things out, setting things straight and dealing with the repercussions of all this. Our company had not been in such a crisis since the incident five years ago. And though I wasn’t in the board of directors, I was one of the founders of BDC and as such I had the right to swing my dick around in a crisis. Certain heads rolled that night and I was glad I had Athena backing me up all the way. Though she of course would formulate that the other way around. Anyways, she let me handle the entire Caroline-situation and even gave me the necessary phone number to deal with our client in this matter.

I went to sleep on the couch and put my alarm early so I could make the necessary phone calls with the client to get some perspective on our possibilities. With only a cup of coffee in my hand I made the call and connected to Susan Grundle, the owner of Erotic Beverages Inc. and also the legal advisor of Caroline’s father, who had advised the girl to come to us to solve the problems they were in. Susan was unfriendly to say the least. She demanded to know why I had her number and why I called her at this early hour of the day. I explained the situation briefly, without mentioning of course what really happened to Caroline. I only explained there had been some issues and the girl had gotten injured and was unlikely to perform on the short notice they wanted. Susan got angry and accused me of trying to weasel out of our contract. She swore they would put in a legal claim that would annihilate our company. So the message was clear and when I hung up, I cursed out loud. This was most likely one of the worst deals we ever made.



I looked at the sleeping girl in my bed and wondered what would become of her. She looked so innocent, all naked, the covers kicked back, still very much asleep. She was pretty and hot and I felt an erection coming up.

As I took a cold shower, I wondered what was true about the story that Caroline’s contract with our company was intended to save the girl and her father. Wasn’t this in itself a kind of revenge on the both of them? And if so, for what reason? Should I warn Caroline and inform her about the current situation? Even if, by some miracle, the girl still wanted to work for us, it might turn into the downfall of her father anyways. And it could possibly take down Bound Doll Corporation with it. A lot was hanging in the balance here.

After I made some calls to our own legal advisors to get a feel of the direness of our situation, I turned my attention to more mundane needs. I made breakfast and woke the girl up. I gave her a towel to take a shower first and invited her in the open kitchen to enjoy the food I made.

Caroline came to the kitchen with the towel wrapped around her body. I didn’t have a second bathrobe in the house for her and didn’t offer her any of my clothes. It was fine for now. She didn’t seem to mind either.

I had a hard time estimating the mood she was in. She was silent, but her eyes looked clear and her expression was open, it seemed.

“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to,” I said while pouring her a cup of hot coffee, “but I want you to know we had nothing to do with your unfortunate adventure.”

She looked at me, nodded and picked up her cup to sip from the hot coffee.

“I know,” she said and looked at me again. “I remember what you did last night. Thank you for saving me. That was quite brave of you to face the entire bar like you did.”

I made a little bow for her, as if saying ‘at your service’. She chuckled and so did I.

“To be honest, it was quite scary,” I said. “I had no backup and it wasn’t very smart of me. But I was angry as hell and I had been looking for you for hours. There was no time to come up with a better plan so I stormed in without regard for my own safety. And apparently that worked because I got you out, right?”



Caroline smiled at me.

“The damsel in distress saved by the white knight,” she said. “Thank you very much.”

“I am sorry I didn’t find you sooner,” I replied. “If only I could have saved you some of the ordeals they put you through.”

She nodded in response and I saw a shadow falling over her face. But it was only briefly and when she looked up it was gone again. I imagined she was not ready to think back to the things they had done to her. And it confirmed that it really would have been better if I had gotten to her sooner.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 42: Transformation

“I don’t need therapy,” she said while getting up from her chair. We had been eating breakfast quietly for the most part, but at the end I had invited her to come to the office with me and talk with one of our counsellors. To my surprise she opened the towel that was tied around her body and let it drop to the floor. Her pretty naked body was a sight for sore eyes, as always.

“I need sex,” she added with a defiant look in her eyes.

“It seems to me like the drugs are still having an effect on you,” I replied. But she shook her head.

“That doesn’t matter,” she explained. “Even when induced by drugs, the feeling itself is real and I feel horny. Last night they forced me to do terrible things and it hurt like crazy. And still I had orgasms, more intense than I had ever imagined possible.” She looked at me and I saw confusion on her face, but also a kind of determination.

“I never want to live another day without orgasms,” she said with resolve. And then I understood how something had changed with her. One might consider this an illness, as if she had snapped and lost her mind. I myself prefer to see this as a liberation. Through her suffering she had been liberated from the suppression of her desires. It was amazing to see and it changed my outlook on things completely. Could torture set someone free? I doubted it was possible in general. But with this girl it had happened, I was witnessing it happening.

The girl walked around my room, naked and free. She looked at the art on my walls and brushed her fingers over various surfaces of objects and furniture. It was almost like she was discovering the world anew, with fresh feelings, a new found love for sensations.

“Do you hate women?” she suddenly asked. It surprised me, though the question had been asked before.

“On the contrary,” I replied. “Though I do hate certain types of women.”

I sat down on my couch and watched her closely as she kept roaming around the living room. Her body was pure beauty, her movements graceful, her nakedness completely natural and fitting in this almost empty aesthetic of my room – I disliked any form of clutter.

“Which types of women do you hate?” she asked. I smiled as this question was to be expected. But I noticed she didn’t ask out of insecurity, but purely out of curiosity.

“I dislike mothers,” I replied.

“Why?” she asked and she turned to watch me respond.

“Because I feel no urge to touch them and they don’t arouse me.” She nodded in response, though I doubted she understood my feelings in this matter.

“Do you find me attractive?” she asked and took on a seductive pose. I chuckled at that and nodded.

“Yes, I find you very attractive.”

“Why then do you want to hurt me?” she asked, her head slightly tilted in curiosity. “You do want to hurt me, right? You did so before.” I nodded in reply, but didn’t answer. I had no answer to that. Where does a desire originate? And what makes an action desirable?

“I think you want to prevent me to ever become a mother,” she said. “Or maybe you instinctively want to punish me for becoming a mother at some point.” I watched her while she offered an explanation and then shrugged as if this was only one of many possible explanations.

She put one foot on my coffee table and spread herself open to me. With one hand she spread her lips and with the other she carefully stroked her slit, which was visibly wet. It was amazing to watch her transformation. From an innocent young girl, almost still a teenager in much of her behaviour, she was now transformed into a sensual and self-aware woman, a sexual creature that refused to suffer any longer. She might become more like Athena in the future, I thought – erotic and demanding, powerful and dominating. Maybe even with a desire to be taken and overwhelmed, but only by someone who deserved that, someone who was able to handle her power. Only the future could tell, but it was all possible, I saw it in her eyes.

“Having sex is not wise at this point,” I said. “Your vagina and rectum have not yet healed.”

She challenged that statement by pushing a finger into herself, which made her wince. I was right, she was internally still way too sensitive.

“I don’t care,” she said while taking her finger back out and resuming the gentle stroking of her slit. “I still want to feel you and taste you. Can I see your cock?”

I smiled as I witnessed her resolution and desire. I opened my bathrobe and showed her my erect cock. And when she licked her lips, my erection grew even harder. It was almost like she knew where my desire had its focus. It wasn’t pussy, buttocks or tits that I desired to attack mostly, the mouth was usually the centre of my craving. And as she opened her mouth and licked her lips, she displayed a desire that was completely compatible with mine. I also looked at her neck, which was slim and perfectly lined. Her throat was tight, I remembered and the memory made my erection even harder.

“Do you desire to taste me again?” I asked while I rubbed the precum coming from my dick across the glans, making it slippery. She lowered her foot onto the floor and seemed to tremble, her face glowing with desire.



“Rape my mouth,” she sighed and it didn’t sound as surrender, it sounded like a command.

 

[Doragon]

Chapter 43: Deep throat

I don’t know why I went along with this. She had been abducted and raped the previous day and I had expected her to be severely traumatized. It wasn’t normal that she came on to me that morning and I suspected the drugs were still influencing her. Yet at the same time I could see something had changed with her, something had been awoken inside of her. Wasn’t this better than sending her to some counsellor to be in therapy for years to come to help her repress the sexual urges she had now discovered? I wanted to see her free and independent. She needed to embrace her perversions. And possibly she could then remain working for BDC?

Was I only trying to justify the fact that had a raging boner from being around the girl and seeing her naked? I really wanted to fuck her and why would I need to justify that? Especially when she herself was clearly lusting for me. But no, the thing that aroused me most was her corruption. She was becoming a true slut.

“Are you a sadist?” she suddenly asked while I helped her position herself on the bed with her head hanging over the side. She still tried to understand me, probably because she was looking for answers about herself.

“I don’t see myself as a sadist,” I replied, “Though I do experience joy when I abuse a girl’s body. It’s not so much the pain I enjoy, but the dominating aspect.” And in my mind I added ‘and corrupt her’. I put my hand on her right breast and squeezed to get a good hold of her flesh. Then I pulled at her breast and adjusted her body slightly.

“That hurts,” she said.

“It makes me feel in control of your body,” I replied. “And I can see you love it as well.”

“You could have pulled on my arm instead?” she tried.

“Not nearly as much fun,” I replied and tugged at her other breast to pull her straight. “When I fuck you, your body is mine to do with as I please,” I continued explaining. “And I enjoy humiliating and embarrassing you even more than hurting you.”

She looked up at me with a blushing face and I noticed a twinkle in her eyes.

“I enjoy not being in control,” she confessed. “I discovered that I get aroused when I am forced to do or endure things I could not even imagine before.”

“Good,” I said and I slapped her right breast with my flat hand, causing her to groan. “You are a slut. You love it when I abuse you. I will not only rape your mouth, I will rape your throat as well. Now open up wide.” I slapped her face with my wet and erect penis, drawing slimy trails around her mouth. She opened wide and I held my cock right in front of that open cavity.

“Use your teeth to let me know if you need air,” I added, “since there’s no way you can use a safe word. Just don’t bite me too hard.” I loved the feeling of teeth against the skin of my cock. It was such a nice contrast with the warm wetness of the rest of her mouth.

She nodded in reply and then closed her eyes, holding her mouth wide open. I waited at the open gate and looked down on her naked body.

“Did they rape you in that bar?” I asked. She didn’t speak but held her mouth open and waiting while she shook her hand to indicate they had not.

“I noticed they made you perform with objects,” I added and she confirmed this by wiggling her finger.

“My guess is that they ignored your breasts and mouth, right?” And again she wiggled her finger. I placed both my hands on her breasts and squeezed. Then I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. I passed her ivory guards and met with her warm wet tongue. As I slipped past and went deeper, I met with the swollen soft tissue in the back of her mouth. Then I felt her close her lips around my shaft and press her tongue against me, enveloping me in warmth and wetness. It felt amazing.

I let go of her breasts and took her head in my hands to reposition her, aligning her neck with my cock.

“Use your fingers to masturbate yourself,” I said. “I won’t wait until you come so you’ll have to organize your own orgasm.” I watched how she spread her legs and quickly used her hands and fingers to stimulate her slit and how she began to flick her clitoris. She moaned and squirmed, clearly feeling her arousal spiking quickly. I pressed my hips forward and felt my penis pressing into the tightness of her throat. The girl gagged and arched her back but didn’t move to stop me. I pressed on and felt the crown of my cock invade the tightness of her gullet. It was so warm and tight, I almost came. But I resisted and held it in, concentrating instead on moving my entire cock into her mouth and throat, reaching as deep as I could. I watched her neck expanding and noticed a blush spreading all the way over her chest. The veins in her neck expanded as well as she began to choke.

“Pick up my pace to breath,” I ordered her and I pulled back out of her throat, waited a fraction of a second and then pushed back in. I repeated the movement a number of times until I noticed she was breathing in sync with my motions. And when I sped up a little, she followed with her breathing, her chest rising and falling in unison with my thrusts. Faster I still went, pushing my cock in and out of her tight throat, fucking her like it was her pussy. She squirmed more, coughed sometimes and kept arching her back while she tried to cope with my throat rape. She also shuddered in lust as her fingers worked her slit at the same time.

For awhile I fucked her throat at full force, enjoying the sensation of my cock going in and out of her tight gullet at full stabbing speed. But then I felt my balls tightening and as I pushed fully in, I erupted, sending my semen straight down her throat. The girl spasmed and convulsed and suddenly she too erupted in a massive orgasm while stroking her clit and slit fast with her full hand.



I smiled with satisfaction as her corruption seemed to be complete.

Later we lied on the bed, naked and satisfied.

“Do you care for me?” she asked softly. Her bonding hormones were undoubtedly activated by so much orgasmic lust. Usually I counteracted that by being extra cruel or by simply dismiss the girl. I felt no need to bond, it was just sex. But this time I too felt different. This girl was special. And with a smile I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her. There was no need for words.


(End of Part 2 – the rest will follow later)

 

[TortureECT]

Chapter 43: Deep throat

I don’t know why I went along with this. She had been abducted and raped the previous day and I had expected her to be severely traumatized. It wasn’t normal that she came on to me that morning and I suspected the drugs were still influencing her. Yet at the same time I could see something had changed with her, something had been awoken inside of her. Wasn’t this better than sending her to some counsellor to be in therapy for years to come to help her repress the sexual urges she had now discovered? I wanted to see her free and independent. She needed to embrace her perversions. And possibly she could then remain working for BDC?

Was I only trying to justify the fact that had a raging boner from being around the girl and seeing her naked? I really wanted to fuck her and why would I need to justify that? Especially when she herself was clearly lusting for me. But no, the thing that aroused me most was her corruption. She was becoming a true slut.

“Are you a sadist?” she suddenly asked while I helped her position herself on the bed with her head hanging over the side. She still tried to understand me, probably because she was looking for answers about herself.

“I don’t see myself as a sadist,” I replied, “Though I do experience joy when I abuse a girl’s body. It’s not so much the pain I enjoy, but the dominating aspect.” And in my mind I added ‘and corrupt her’. I put my hand on her right breast and squeezed to get a good hold of her flesh. Then I pulled at her breast and adjusted her body slightly.

“That hurts,” she said.

“It makes me feel in control of your body,” I replied. “And I can see you love it as well.”

“You could have pulled on my arm instead?” she tried.

“Not nearly as much fun,” I replied and tugged at her other breast to pull her straight. “When I fuck you, your body is mine to do with as I please,” I continued explaining. “And I enjoy humiliating and embarrassing you even more than hurting you.”

She looked up at me with a blushing face and I noticed a twinkle in her eyes.

“I enjoy not being in control,” she confessed. “I discovered that I get aroused when I am forced to do or endure things I could not even imagine before.”

“Good,” I said and I slapped her right breast with my flat hand, causing her to groan. “You are a slut. You love it when I abuse you. I will not only rape your mouth, I will rape your throat as well. Now open up wide.” I slapped her face with my wet and erect penis, drawing slimy trails around her mouth. She opened wide and I held my cock right in front of that open cavity.

“Use your teeth to let me know if you need air,” I added, “since there’s no way you can use a safe word. Just don’t bite me too hard.” I loved the feeling of teeth against the skin of my cock. It was such a nice contrast with the warm wetness of the rest of her mouth.

She nodded in reply and then closed her eyes, holding her mouth wide open. I waited at the open gate and looked down on her naked body.

“Did they rape you in that bar?” I asked. She didn’t speak but held her mouth open and waiting while she shook her hand to indicate they had not.

“I noticed they made you perform with objects,” I added and she confirmed this by wiggling her finger.

“My guess is that they ignored your breasts and mouth, right?” And again she wiggled her finger. I placed both my hands on her breasts and squeezed. Then I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. I passed her ivory guards and met with her warm wet tongue. As I slipped past and went deeper, I met with the swollen soft tissue in the back of her mouth. Then I felt her close her lips around my shaft and press her tongue against me, enveloping me in warmth and wetness. It felt amazing.

I let go of her breasts and took her head in my hands to reposition her, aligning her neck with my cock.

“Use your fingers to masturbate yourself,” I said. “I won’t wait until you come so you’ll have to organize your own orgasm.” I watched how she spread her legs and quickly used her hands and fingers to stimulate her slit and how she began to flick her clitoris. She moaned and squirmed, clearly feeling her arousal spiking quickly. I pressed my hips forward and felt my penis pressing into the tightness of her throat. The girl gagged and arched her back but didn’t move to stop me. I pressed on and felt the crown of my cock invade the tightness of her gullet. It was so warm and tight, I almost came. But I resisted and held it in, concentrating instead on moving my entire cock into her mouth and throat, reaching as deep as I could. I watched her neck expanding and noticed a blush spreading all the way over her chest. The veins in her neck expanded as well as she began to choke.

“Pick up my pace to breath,” I ordered her and I pulled back out of her throat, waited a fraction of a second and then pushed back in. I repeated the movement a number of times until I noticed she was breathing in sync with my motions. And when I sped up a little, she followed with her breathing, her chest rising and falling in unison with my thrusts. Faster I still went, pushing my cock in and out of her tight throat, fucking her like it was her pussy. She squirmed more, coughed sometimes and kept arching her back while she tried to cope with my throat rape. She also shuddered in lust as her fingers worked her slit at the same time.

For awhile I fucked her throat at full force, enjoying the sensation of my cock going in and out of her tight gullet at full stabbing speed. But then I felt my balls tightening and as I pushed fully in, I erupted, sending my semen straight down her throat. The girl spasmed and convulsed and suddenly she too erupted in a massive orgasm while stroking her clit and slit fast with her full hand.

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I smiled with satisfaction as her corruption seemed to be complete.

Later we lied on the bed, naked and satisfied.

“Do you care for me?” she asked softly. Her bonding hormones were undoubtedly activated by so much orgasmic lust. Usually I counteracted that by being extra cruel or by simply dismiss the girl. I felt no need to bond, it was just sex. But this time I too felt different. This girl was special. And with a smile I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her. There was no need for words.


(End of Part 2 – the rest will follow later)

Lovely
Well lets see . . . . . . .

 

[TortureECT]

Chapter 43: Deep throat

I don’t know why I went along with this. She had been abducted and raped the previous day and I had expected her to be severely traumatized. It wasn’t normal that she came on to me that morning and I suspected the drugs were still influencing her. Yet at the same time I could see something had changed with her, something had been awoken inside of her. Wasn’t this better than sending her to some counsellor to be in therapy for years to come to help her repress the sexual urges she had now discovered? I wanted to see her free and independent. She needed to embrace her perversions. And possibly she could then remain working for BDC?

Was I only trying to justify the fact that had a raging boner from being around the girl and seeing her naked? I really wanted to fuck her and why would I need to justify that? Especially when she herself was clearly lusting for me. But no, the thing that aroused me most was her corruption. She was becoming a true slut.

“Are you a sadist?” she suddenly asked while I helped her position herself on the bed with her head hanging over the side. She still tried to understand me, probably because she was looking for answers about herself.

“I don’t see myself as a sadist,” I replied, “Though I do experience joy when I abuse a girl’s body. It’s not so much the pain I enjoy, but the dominating aspect.” And in my mind I added ‘and corrupt her’. I put my hand on her right breast and squeezed to get a good hold of her flesh. Then I pulled at her breast and adjusted her body slightly.

“That hurts,” she said.

“It makes me feel in control of your body,” I replied. “And I can see you love it as well.”

“You could have pulled on my arm instead?” she tried.

“Not nearly as much fun,” I replied and tugged at her other breast to pull her straight. “When I fuck you, your body is mine to do with as I please,” I continued explaining. “And I enjoy humiliating and embarrassing you even more than hurting you.”

She looked up at me with a blushing face and I noticed a twinkle in her eyes.

“I enjoy not being in control,” she confessed. “I discovered that I get aroused when I am forced to do or endure things I could not even imagine before.”

“Good,” I said and I slapped her right breast with my flat hand, causing her to groan. “You are a slut. You love it when I abuse you. I will not only rape your mouth, I will rape your throat as well. Now open up wide.” I slapped her face with my wet and erect penis, drawing slimy trails around her mouth. She opened wide and I held my cock right in front of that open cavity.

“Use your teeth to let me know if you need air,” I added, “since there’s no way you can use a safe word. Just don’t bite me too hard.” I loved the feeling of teeth against the skin of my cock. It was such a nice contrast with the warm wetness of the rest of her mouth.

She nodded in reply and then closed her eyes, holding her mouth wide open. I waited at the open gate and looked down on her naked body.

“Did they rape you in that bar?” I asked. She didn’t speak but held her mouth open and waiting while she shook her hand to indicate they had not.

“I noticed they made you perform with objects,” I added and she confirmed this by wiggling her finger.

“My guess is that they ignored your breasts and mouth, right?” And again she wiggled her finger. I placed both my hands on her breasts and squeezed. Then I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. I passed her ivory guards and met with her warm wet tongue. As I slipped past and went deeper, I met with the swollen soft tissue in the back of her mouth. Then I felt her close her lips around my shaft and press her tongue against me, enveloping me in warmth and wetness. It felt amazing.

I let go of her breasts and took her head in my hands to reposition her, aligning her neck with my cock.

“Use your fingers to masturbate yourself,” I said. “I won’t wait until you come so you’ll have to organize your own orgasm.” I watched how she spread her legs and quickly used her hands and fingers to stimulate her slit and how she began to flick her clitoris. She moaned and squirmed, clearly feeling her arousal spiking quickly. I pressed my hips forward and felt my penis pressing into the tightness of her throat. The girl gagged and arched her back but didn’t move to stop me. I pressed on and felt the crown of my cock invade the tightness of her gullet. It was so warm and tight, I almost came. But I resisted and held it in, concentrating instead on moving my entire cock into her mouth and throat, reaching as deep as I could. I watched her neck expanding and noticed a blush spreading all the way over her chest. The veins in her neck expanded as well as she began to choke.

“Pick up my pace to breath,” I ordered her and I pulled back out of her throat, waited a fraction of a second and then pushed back in. I repeated the movement a number of times until I noticed she was breathing in sync with my motions. And when I sped up a little, she followed with her breathing, her chest rising and falling in unison with my thrusts. Faster I still went, pushing my cock in and out of her tight throat, fucking her like it was her pussy. She squirmed more, coughed sometimes and kept arching her back while she tried to cope with my throat rape. She also shuddered in lust as her fingers worked her slit at the same time.

For awhile I fucked her throat at full force, enjoying the sensation of my cock going in and out of her tight gullet at full stabbing speed. But then I felt my balls tightening and as I pushed fully in, I erupted, sending my semen straight down her throat. The girl spasmed and convulsed and suddenly she too erupted in a massive orgasm while stroking her clit and slit fast with her full hand.

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I smiled with satisfaction as her corruption seemed to be complete.

Later we lied on the bed, naked and satisfied.

“Do you care for me?” she asked softly. Her bonding hormones were undoubtedly activated by so much orgasmic lust. Usually I counteracted that by being extra cruel or by simply dismiss the girl. I felt no need to bond, it was just sex. But this time I too felt different. This girl was special. And with a smile I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her. There was no need for words.


(End of Part 2 – the rest will follow later)

Highly excited to see more !!!!!

@Doragon

 

[TortureECT]

Chapter 43: Deep throat

I don’t know why I went along with this. She had been abducted and raped the previous day and I had expected her to be severely traumatized. It wasn’t normal that she came on to me that morning and I suspected the drugs were still influencing her. Yet at the same time I could see something had changed with her, something had been awoken inside of her. Wasn’t this better than sending her to some counsellor to be in therapy for years to come to help her repress the sexual urges she had now discovered? I wanted to see her free and independent. She needed to embrace her perversions. And possibly she could then remain working for BDC?

Was I only trying to justify the fact that had a raging boner from being around the girl and seeing her naked? I really wanted to fuck her and why would I need to justify that? Especially when she herself was clearly lusting for me. But no, the thing that aroused me most was her corruption. She was becoming a true slut.

“Are you a sadist?” she suddenly asked while I helped her position herself on the bed with her head hanging over the side. She still tried to understand me, probably because she was looking for answers about herself.

“I don’t see myself as a sadist,” I replied, “Though I do experience joy when I abuse a girl’s body. It’s not so much the pain I enjoy, but the dominating aspect.” And in my mind I added ‘and corrupt her’. I put my hand on her right breast and squeezed to get a good hold of her flesh. Then I pulled at her breast and adjusted her body slightly.

“That hurts,” she said.

“It makes me feel in control of your body,” I replied. “And I can see you love it as well.”

“You could have pulled on my arm instead?” she tried.

“Not nearly as much fun,” I replied and tugged at her other breast to pull her straight. “When I fuck you, your body is mine to do with as I please,” I continued explaining. “And I enjoy humiliating and embarrassing you even more than hurting you.”

She looked up at me with a blushing face and I noticed a twinkle in her eyes.

“I enjoy not being in control,” she confessed. “I discovered that I get aroused when I am forced to do or endure things I could not even imagine before.”

“Good,” I said and I slapped her right breast with my flat hand, causing her to groan. “You are a slut. You love it when I abuse you. I will not only rape your mouth, I will rape your throat as well. Now open up wide.” I slapped her face with my wet and erect penis, drawing slimy trails around her mouth. She opened wide and I held my cock right in front of that open cavity.

“Use your teeth to let me know if you need air,” I added, “since there’s no way you can use a safe word. Just don’t bite me too hard.” I loved the feeling of teeth against the skin of my cock. It was such a nice contrast with the warm wetness of the rest of her mouth.

She nodded in reply and then closed her eyes, holding her mouth wide open. I waited at the open gate and looked down on her naked body.

“Did they rape you in that bar?” I asked. She didn’t speak but held her mouth open and waiting while she shook her hand to indicate they had not.

“I noticed they made you perform with objects,” I added and she confirmed this by wiggling her finger.

“My guess is that they ignored your breasts and mouth, right?” And again she wiggled her finger. I placed both my hands on her breasts and squeezed. Then I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. I passed her ivory guards and met with her warm wet tongue. As I slipped past and went deeper, I met with the swollen soft tissue in the back of her mouth. Then I felt her close her lips around my shaft and press her tongue against me, enveloping me in warmth and wetness. It felt amazing.

I let go of her breasts and took her head in my hands to reposition her, aligning her neck with my cock.

“Use your fingers to masturbate yourself,” I said. “I won’t wait until you come so you’ll have to organize your own orgasm.” I watched how she spread her legs and quickly used her hands and fingers to stimulate her slit and how she began to flick her clitoris. She moaned and squirmed, clearly feeling her arousal spiking quickly. I pressed my hips forward and felt my penis pressing into the tightness of her throat. The girl gagged and arched her back but didn’t move to stop me. I pressed on and felt the crown of my cock invade the tightness of her gullet. It was so warm and tight, I almost came. But I resisted and held it in, concentrating instead on moving my entire cock into her mouth and throat, reaching as deep as I could. I watched her neck expanding and noticed a blush spreading all the way over her chest. The veins in her neck expanded as well as she began to choke.

“Pick up my pace to breath,” I ordered her and I pulled back out of her throat, waited a fraction of a second and then pushed back in. I repeated the movement a number of times until I noticed she was breathing in sync with my motions. And when I sped up a little, she followed with her breathing, her chest rising and falling in unison with my thrusts. Faster I still went, pushing my cock in and out of her tight throat, fucking her like it was her pussy. She squirmed more, coughed sometimes and kept arching her back while she tried to cope with my throat rape. She also shuddered in lust as her fingers worked her slit at the same time.

For awhile I fucked her throat at full force, enjoying the sensation of my cock going in and out of her tight gullet at full stabbing speed. But then I felt my balls tightening and as I pushed fully in, I erupted, sending my semen straight down her throat. The girl spasmed and convulsed and suddenly she too erupted in a massive orgasm while stroking her clit and slit fast with her full hand.

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I smiled with satisfaction as her corruption seemed to be complete.

Later we lied on the bed, naked and satisfied.

“Do you care for me?” she asked softly. Her bonding hormones were undoubtedly activated by so much orgasmic lust. Usually I counteracted that by being extra cruel or by simply dismiss the girl. I felt no need to bond, it was just sex. But this time I too felt different. This girl was special. And with a smile I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her. There was no need for words.


(End of Part 2 – the rest will follow later)

any updates ?
thank you for your works

 

[Doragon]

any updates ?
thank you for your works

I know, I'm late. I'm sorry, I have been distracted with other projects and stories lately. I've put this story on hold for a while, but I will resume later this summer.

 

[KurvyKate]

Highly excited to see more !!!!!

@Doragon

Chapter 43: Deep throat

She had been abducted and raped the previous day and I had expected her to be severely traumatized. It wasn’t normal that she came on to me that morning and I suspected the drugs were still influencing her. Yet at the same time I could see something had changed with her, something had been awoken inside of her. Wasn’t this better than sending her to some counsellor to be in therapy for years to come to help her repress the sexual urges she had now discovered? I wanted to see her free and independent. She needed to embrace her perversions. And possibly she could then remain working for BDC?

Was I only trying to justify the fact that had a raging boner from being around the girl and seeing her naked? I really wanted to fuck her and why would I need to justify that? Especially when she herself was clearly lusting for me. But no, the thing that aroused me most was her corruption. She was becoming a true slut.

“Are you a sadist?” she suddenly asked while I helped her position herself on the bed with her head hanging over the side. She still tried to understand me, probably because she was looking for answers about herself.

“I don’t see myself as a sadist,” I replied, “Though I do experience joy when I abuse a girl’s body. It’s not so much the pain I enjoy, but the dominating aspect.” And in my mind I added ‘and corrupt her’. I put my hand on her right breast and squeezed to get a good hold of her flesh. Then I pulled at her breast and adjusted her body slightly.

“That hurts,” she said.

“It makes me feel in control of your body,” I replied. “And I can see you love it as well.”

“You could have pulled on my arm instead?” she tried.

“Not nearly as much fun,” I replied and tugged at her other breast to pull her straight. “When I fuck you, your body is mine to do with as I please,” I continued explaining. “And I enjoy humiliating and embarrassing you even more than hurting you.”

She looked up at me with a blushing face and I noticed a twinkle in her eyes.

“I enjoy not being in control,” she confessed. “I discovered that I get aroused when I am forced to do or endure things I could not even imagine before.”

“Good,” I said and I slapped her right breast with my flat hand, causing her to groan. “You are a slut. You love it when I abuse you. I will not only rape your mouth, I will rape your throat as well. Now open up wide.” I slapped her face with my wet and erect penis, drawing slimy trails around her mouth. She opened wide and I held my cock right in front of that open cavity.

“Use your teeth to let me know if you need air,” I added, “since there’s no way you can use a safe word. Just don’t bite me too hard.” I loved the feeling of teeth against the skin of my cock. It was such a nice contrast with the warm wetness of the rest of her mouth.

She nodded in reply and then closed her eyes, holding her mouth wide open. I waited at the open gate and looked down on her naked body.

“Did they rape you in that bar?” I asked. She didn’t speak but held her mouth open and waiting while she shook her hand to indicate they had not.

“I noticed they made you perform with objects,” I added and she confirmed this by wiggling her finger.

“My guess is that they ignored your breasts and mouth, right?” And again she wiggled her finger. I placed both my hands on her breasts and squeezed. Then I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. I passed her ivory guards and met with her warm wet tongue. As I slipped past and went deeper, I met with the swollen soft tissue in the back of her mouth. Then I felt her close her lips around my shaft and press her tongue against me, enveloping me in warmth and wetness. It felt amazing.

I let go of her breasts and took her head in my hands to reposition her, aligning her neck with my cock.

“Use your fingers to masturbate yourself,” I said. “I won’t wait until you come so you’ll have to organize your own orgasm.” I watched how she spread her legs and quickly used her hands and fingers to stimulate her slit and how she began to flick her clitoris. She moaned and squirmed, clearly feeling her arousal spiking quickly. I pressed my hips forward and felt my penis pressing into the tightness of her throat. The girl gagged and arched her back but didn’t move to stop me. I pressed on and felt the crown of my cock invade the tightness of her gullet. It was so warm and tight, I almost came. But I resisted and held it in, concentrating instead on moving my entire cock into her mouth and throat, reaching as deep as I could. I watched her neck expanding and noticed a blush spreading all the way over her chest. The veins in her neck expanded as well as she began to choke.

“Pick up my pace to breath,” I ordered her and I pulled back out of her throat, waited a fraction of a second and then pushed back in. I repeated the movement a number of times until I noticed she was breathing in sync with my motions. And when I sped up a little, she followed with her breathing, her chest rising and falling in unison with my thrusts. Faster I still went, pushing my cock in and out of her tight throat, fucking her like it was her pussy. She squirmed more, coughed sometimes and kept arching her back while she tried to cope with my throat rape. She also shuddered in lust as her fingers worked her slit at the same time.

For awhile I fucked her throat at full force, enjoying the sensation of my cock going in and out of her tight gullet at full stabbing speed. But then I felt my balls tightening and as I pushed fully in, I erupted, sending my semen straight down her throat. The girl spasmed and convulsed and suddenly she too erupted in a massive orgasm while stroking her clit and slit fast with her full hand.

View attachment 1179870

I smiled with satisfaction as her corruption seemed to be complete.

Later we lied on the bed, naked and satisfied.

“Do you care for me?” she asked softly. Her bonding hormones were undoubtedly activated by so much orgasmic lust. Usually I counteracted that by being extra cruel or by simply dismiss the girl. I felt no need to bond, it was just sex. But this time I too felt different. This girl was special. And with a smile I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her. There was no need for words.


(End of Part 2 – the rest will follow later)

"I smiled with satisfaction as her corruption seemed to be complete." I think of my subjugation as purity rather than corruption. It's not the consequences of offering my sexuality which thrill me, it's the act of sacrifice which arouses me most profoundly.

"The girl spasmed and convulsed and suddenly she too erupted in a massive orgasm while stroking her clit and slit fast with her full hand." That's bollocks. I know this is fiction and of course it's male fantasy, so OK boys, you can have that, pump come, forced down her throat if you need to, but I'm sure she wouldn't come too. She'd endure the ordeal, the responsibility she owed to her own fantasy.

"I don’t know why I went along with this."? I think it was because she'd sacrificed herself completely and offered herself to whatever wickedness and debauchery her future held. That's not the cheap, easy thrill of orgasm, or even the simple, physical joy of masturbation. It's the desperate fear of not knowing, being owned by circumstances and feeling the heart pounding threat of predatory male intention.

Of course you're a sadist, you enjoy humiliating and embarrassing her. I wonder how being taken out for a night out with you would feel?

 

[Doragon]

"I smiled with satisfaction as her corruption seemed to be complete." I think of my subjugation as purity rather than corruption. It's not the consequences of offering my sexuality which thrill me, it's the act of sacrifice which arouses me most profoundly.

Thank you for your wonderful feedback. I think you're right. It's not about corruption, but about sacrifice. I didn't intend to make the doctor understand this though. However, I should have made it more clear by showing that in her perspective.

"The girl spasmed and convulsed and suddenly she too erupted in a massive orgasm while stroking her clit and slit fast with her full hand." That's bollocks. I know this is fiction and of course it's male fantasy, so OK boys, you can have that, pump come, forced down her throat if you need to, but I'm sure she wouldn't come too. She'd endure the ordeal, the responsibility she owed to her own fantasy.

I agree this is nonsense, though I have known girls that got very excited from oral sex. This however is something I wish would happen. Like you said, it's a male fantasy. But for the sake of the story, I should not have given in to this desire. The story would have become stronger if she had not orgasmed.

"I don’t know why I went along with this."? I think it was because she'd sacrificed herself completely and offered herself to whatever wickedness and debauchery her future held. That's not the cheap, easy thrill of orgasm, or even the simple, physical joy of masturbation. It's the desperate fear of not knowing, being owned by circumstances and feeling the heart pounding threat of predatory male intention.

Again you hit the nail right on the head. Too often in my stories I use orgasms as a kind of excuse, almost as if torturing the girl in my mind isn't so bad if she orgasms. This is bullshit of course, as forced orgasms in themselves are quite humiliating. And I've told myself numerous times already that I should stop making up excuses. Thank you for reminding me of this weakness.

Of course you're a sadist, you enjoy humiliating and embarrassing her. I wonder how being taken out for a night out with you would feel?

Sadly it would be confusing. I am a very nice guy in real life. The contrast with my fantasies could not be higher.

 

[KurvyKate]

Thank you for your wonderful feedback. I think you're right. It's not about corruption, but about sacrifice. I didn't intend to make the doctor understand this though. However, I should have made it more clear by showing that in her perspective.



I agree this is nonsense, though I have known girls that got very excited from oral sex. This however is something I wish would happen. Like you said, it's a male fantasy. But for the sake of the story, I should not have given in to this desire. The story would have become stronger if she had not orgasmed.



Again you hit the nail right on the head. Too often in my stories I use orgasms as a kind of excuse, almost as if torturing the girl in my mind isn't so bad if she orgasms. This is bullshit of course, as forced orgasms in themselves are quite humiliating. And I've told myself numerous times already that I should stop making up excuses. Thank you for reminding me of this weakness.



Sadly it would be confusing. I am a very nice guy in real life. The contrast with my fantasies could not be higher.

You're welcome for the feedback Sir. On the subject of writing, sex which ends in a cascade of sticky, come soaked orgasms after the brutality of extreme penetration is never going to work. I always feel there's a parallel with horror when the sweet thrill is to be scared shitless by the monster the author seeded in his readers imagination. It's always an anticlimax to meet the monster itself.

Maybe it's only me but I find the horror story's wild, addictive fear is not so far removed from the kinky terror of submission. I'll admit here that I'm owned on line and to enjoy the practical sustainability of it, I must trust him not to take risks with my health or safety. But, the deal we agreed to means that if he chose to punish, humiliate or degrade me, I would be faithfully obedient. Have you any idea how precarious and vulnerable that makes me? That's the point, just the thought of how dependent I am on him sends me far deeper than any hope I'll be fucked.

In fiction of course you can go nuts. Without the impediment of reality to consider your heroine can be tortured to a hundred erotic deaths, sometimes one after another! We have a whole website here devoted to that cause. But why she would want to be is the essential difference between beautiful kinky sex and a slippery decent into porn.

I've put lots of comments like this on stories I've read on CF. I start reading impressed by a smooth, flowing writing style. I feel my pulse quicken at the peril I imagine I might face myself if I was in her place. Sometimes I want my hand between my legs as I think "Oh fuck!", imagining me as her, knowing she's going to be lashed down and helpless. Then I have to read about her "pulsating, throbbing, pounding through her, scream out loud orgasm", as if she was the actress in a million mainstream porn flicks.

Reality and credibility aren't the same thing. You can have science fiction, fabricated history, ghosts, underworlds and viciously sexy monsters but, your character's interaction with them must be real human possibilities. We all love our fantasies, as extreme as some are. Some of us find ways to bring them to life, like role playing on line or writing them on websites like this. But I think the skill in writing them, if that's what you want to do, is to maintain the fantasy's forbidden thrill. For example, tell your heroine what you think about doing to women and watch her tremble, intoxicated by a cocktail of fear and lust. Would you see "Oh fuck!" in her eyes? You would mine.

I'd be terrified from the moment you asked me out for a drink if I knew what was in your head. I can imagine you telling me where I'll sit, how I'll behave, where we'll go next. Each demand you make of me will be an opportunity for me to comply with it, each time I do so meaning "Yes Sir". Each time encouraging you to push your luck, or, if you were that confident, to make you realise I might be submissive enough.

I can imagine subsequent nights out or your insistence I visited your house, dressed as you wanted me. Would we eventually trust each other so that I fell for you? I don't mean romantically. I mean would I eventually see in you the real life embodiment of all my wicked, dark desires? Would I want to be owned by you? It's courtship, credible, kinky courtship. Then, would you like to pimp me out Sir, to make a whore of me? If I trusted you to take care of me I might want that.

I'm sorry, I'm going to have to stop writing now. I've willingly sacrificed masturbation until at least September!

Oh fuck!