Assault in the Trousers of Time - female victim (closed)

[BadForm]

OOC: This thread is closed and limited to Afternooner and I. Feel free to read and enjoy and any feedback is welcomed via PM.

IC: The Forbes-Miltons were one of the richest families in the country. They could employ anyone they wanted to do anything they wanted. More especially, when they were pissed, the used me or others like me to get revenge. They never told me why, just gave me the name, description and address of the person they wanted punishing. Then it was up to me to make them realise they had stepped out of line.

Well, I'd found this poor bitch's house and now it was time to make her suffer. She was sleeping, catching an evening sabattical. She'd left open one of the lower windows though, and with the number of trees around her house, nobody would see me climbing in. A quick trip upstairs and I was sneaking into the bedroom. I made sure the ski-mask was still on securely and smiled. She was a looker and I was going to enjoy this.

I crossed to the bed and pricked my knife at her throat, forcing my other hand over her mouth to suppress the scream I knew would come.

"The Forbes-Miltons are NOT happy." I growled.

OOC: Over to you AN, up to you as the victim what you 'did wrong'. Oh, and as the person will be the same for both threads, just on opposite sides of the abuser/victim role, David Lurken, 5'9", relatively nicely muscled, brown shaggy hair and deep blue eyes. (Little of which you can see in this thread at the moment of course).

 

[afternooner]

Monica Lawrence

I had a premonition of this day events like something momentous was to happen something that would change my life forever but as the day passed into evening I felt more at ease.

I sat in front of the mirror combing my bright red pixie sylyed hair, just enough to thread my fingers through I thought but not enough to grab. I shivered.

Why would I think....grab. I thought about my father cold aloft and of his many cliches like
*what goes around, comes around*

Why that stuck in my mind I didn't know he had been dead for ten years now, leaving me at eleven, just coming into my womanhood.

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to smile managing to bring some light into my blue green eyes, I thought even in his coldness I would have liked to have him here with me tonite. A shiver went thourgh my body and I pulled my robe closer around my small breasts and tiny waist.

*What goes around comes around*

The phrase echoed in my mind and brought with it a memory not distant enough to surpress.

I had rejected him. The rejection it self not a big deal but the look in his eyes,searing hot with hate, pure white hot hatred followed me even as I turned and ran.

*Forbes*

I couldn't eeve remember his first name Jr. something I thought I met him at a party and he seemed to be all over me, following me like I was his prey for the evening.

At first I enjoyed the attention playing a sort of cat and mouse game. After a while I got bored and tired to mix but his blue eyes seemed to follow me everywhere. I finally faced him, pretending to be sweet and syrupy hoping he'd look for someone more interesting.

His manner changed and sudenly his voice, his smile his manner changed, seemed courious and guilesless with a seemingly genuine interst in me and my interest in art. my portraits that I had painted asking questions letting me expess myself.

We had a couple of drinks and then he told me of a painting upstairs in one of the spare bedrooms.... would you look at it with him... see what you think of it.

Thinking nothing of it I followed him up stairs to the bedroom where he closed the door behind us

There was no painting, the lights were dim... all I saw was him his trousers down, his cock in his hand stroking it to hardness.

Fuck me baby

She turned and ran feeling the white hot hate behind her.

She almost forgotten until today.. tonight and then the words again as she took off her robe and slipped into bed naked.

*What goes around comes around*



The Forbes-Miltons are not happy

Nodding in and out of sleep I heard these words. At the same time I felt a sharp piercing pain against my neck. A hand across my mouth mouth cut off my scream.

Forbes

My mind tried vainly to make the connection, my eyes searched the darkness for his face for those penetrating, hatefull eyes.

His face enclosed in a ski maks held no clue. Only his voice somewhat disattached from his words. I lay quiet trembling, my fear preventing me from any kind of attemt to defend myself or possibly escape.

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

OOC: no reason you would know Lurken, btw - wouldn't have been moving in the same circles.

IC: I grinned through the mask at the eyes wide in terror, feeling already a stirring in the weapon she was going to face. First, though, it was time to play with her.

"I am going to release you. You are going to stand up and take off everything you are wearing. Then you are going to stand and face me and wait for your punishment. If you scream I will kill you. And don't think it will be a quick death either. Do you understand?"

I cut a surface-level line down the side of her neck to make the point as she failed to respond. "Do you understand?"

It seemed she tried to nod so I stood and waited, watching her form happily. I hadn't been told to kill her, but she didn't know that. Besides, the safety of the Forbes-Miltons was paramount and if she refused to go along with the punishment and truly learned her lesson, if she even hinted that she had any will to stand up to them, even though nothing could be proven to have originated from them, their safety would mean her death.

 

[afternooner]

I wanted to scream "I'd rather die" and then I felt the sharp pain of his weapon I dared not even look down to see it for fear that he would cut me deeper. Instead I nodded, fearing both pain and death.

He was surprised to find me naked allready in front of him my one arm trying to cover my small breasts, my other protecting my sex.

I looked down ashamed of my nudity and felt his gaze burning though his mask. I felt suddenly cold. my body feeling the coldness of this pervert standing in front of me

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

I looked at her as she stood there, devoid of clothing but not of modesty. I could see the rebellion in her eyes, fighting with the fear for control of her mind. Then I let my eyes travel down over her form, seeing that she was so modestly trying to cover her small breasts and luscious pussy. Did she truly think she could avoid what was facing them... or the rest of her? She would soon be stripped of that notion.

"Did I tell you to cover yourself up?" I asked, emotion lacking from my tone.

 

[afternooner]

Monica

Did I Itell you to cover yourself up

The words hit me like an icy blast pulling my hands even tighter around my body.

What did he mean cover up I was completely exposed to him. And then I realized what he meant, my arms, my hands.

looking at the knife in his hand my blood gleaming on the blade I shivered and slowly lowered my arm that covered my breasts lowered it and blushed as deep a red as my hair and then even deeper as I droped my other hand uncovering my sex. suddenly I was hot, flushed from shame and humility.

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

I let my eyes dwell on her for a while. Her nipples were most certainly not erect, she was too scared to be getting any pleasure out of this. Well, that didn't matter, though it was always fun to take the subs and massochists down and show them there is a level where even they do not want to go. Her waist was slender, her legs looking long for her short height. She was quivering like a leaf in a breeze.

I stood and walked over to her, slowly stepping around her to examine every single degree of the circle I walked. I let my hand travel freely over her shoulders, her back, her butt, her waist, her thighs and her breasts. My touch was light, that of a romantic lover, worshipping her instead of the terror I actually was. That, of course, was all part of the plan. I sighed as I stood before her naked form.

"A shame," I said, raising her chin so she looked into my eyes. "To mark such beautiful skin... I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what you did wrong would you? Always makes the job more interesting to know why the family want their victims to be taught a lesson. Kind of lets you know theres a real person there... you know?"

I kept my voice calm, friendly almost, contrasting strongly with the icy fury which had just made her expose herself.

 

[afternooner]

Monica

His hands lightly touching her, his examination of her as he walked around,only caused the heat to rise even more. Not the heat of passion but the heat of anger and indignation.

did wrong ....the family

She only heard a few of his words.

His voice was calm, exact, professional, like he was doing a job but what did he mean? she searched her mind in vain. The only words that came were as a question.

"whhhaaat gooes arounnd commes arrounnd"?

she stuttered frightened by the words even as she said them, remembering her father in his cold logical way, telling her always consider the consequences of her actions.

Her indignation rose like the heat that had overtaken her body crowding out her fear and humility.

I've never done any thing worng...Nnot anything that would make any one want to hurt me this way.... I don't deserve this.....He voice faded as she realized she was in his control, he could do any thing he wanted, it didn't matter what she had done, she had to bear the consequences.

She wept, her body trembling uncontolably her mind numb, her spirit void. She wept and waited.

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

I looked into her face and continued to speak in calm, friendly tones which belied the next words that came out of my mouth. "Have you ever been whipped before? I don't see any scars, but it's always possible you've had a light whipping in your past. Well, I suggest we start there, to get things warmed up."

The warmed up comment brought a smile to my face. Soon she would be glowing red all over, like a coal in the fire. First, though, it would be necessary to gag her. Her home wasn't by any means sound-proof, and while there were plenty of cases of people being raped and even murdered in the densest of crowds, just sometimes someone got up the balls to report something.

"Stay just like that for a moment." I commanded as I went to get something from my bag.

"This is to stop you from screaming when the pain gets a little much to bear," I said with a soft smile. "It's going to be necessary and I suggest you let me put it on. The only other way to make sure you don't scream is to cut out your tongue."

The threat was enough to make her remain where she was as I began to place the gag. It was a special one, combining ball gag and handcuffs. The ball went into her mouth and was held in place by a leather strap round the back, and two more leading to a crownpiece on top of her head, making sure it could not be removed. Over the buckle, at the back of her skull, were the cuffs. This allowed me to fasten her hands back behind her neck, thrusting her small breasts forward. I smiled at the aesthetically pleasing look and considered just how long I would leave her like that.

"Comfortable?" I asked with a chuckle as I removed my leather belt and cracked it between my hand. "Good. Don't worry about your squeals... Without words people just assume you are having hot, passionate sex."

I brought the belt down over both her breasts, aiming for the nipples. "Let's begin."

 

[afternooner]

Monica

Hot , pasionate sex

I heard the word but can't believe them how can he think of pasionate sex or expect me to even consider it.

my mind reeled and then I saw the belt come down almost like it was in slow motion. I felt the pain before it came across my breasts lashing both nipples at the same time. I screamed and of course what came out was not a scream but more like a moan a long drawn out moan.....

Of passion I thought not possible I've never moaned in passion. I've never even felt passion. how could I moan in passion. My father had taught me well. Not by his words for he had few, only his stupid cliches. He never spoke of passion never even expressed it himself and I didn't either. I kept it all inside until I had it so far back that when I wanted to I couldn't. Sex for me was never hot or never passionate. I just did it because I was expected to, laying there until it was over and then going home alone. Sure I learned some tricks about flirting and playing the game, but when it came to sex there was no hot, no passion for me.

I tried to scream again, but all that came out was a long drawn out moan. Beyond the pain, beyond the humilation, I felt something diferent,something new ....was it, could it be...passion

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

I began to pace around her, watching and listening to her every move and every sound. Most women did not enjoy being whipped, not in the least. If you knew what you were listening for, you could also tell that their squeals were those of muted agony and not passion. This woman was different.

"Interesting," I said, bringing the beld down around her midriff, and listening to the sounds she made.

"Your moans are even more the sounds of passion than most..."

Her ass came in for a quick, double-whipping as the belt stroked first back and then forward across her cheeks.

"I believe that you are a massochist."

Unexpectedly, the leather sliced across her arm and shoulders, the apparent random placement of the whippings giving her no chance to prepare herself against expected pain.

"Although I doubt you are ready to admit that to yourself yet."

And the belt cruelly kissed the small of her back, a diagonal stripe meeting both the previous two.

"That is a shame... for you at least..."

Striping in the other direction as I walked past her right side, the belt peeled its way across her stomach, raising another beautiful red welt.

"You see, I was told to teach you a lesson, not to pleasure you."

I brought the whip down around her beautiful thighs, watching as her body began to glow.

"Do you know what happened to the last massochist I had to discipline?"

This would get through to her if none of the others had. I swiped the belt around her neck, judging the angle perfectly to wrap her face twice before whipping somewhere just below her eye. Seeing the horror on her face I jerked the belt forward, half strangling her as she was forced to the ground. As she tried to support herself on her elbows and knees, gasping through her nose for air, I unwound the beld and delivered the final blow. It curled hard between her legs before the tail end of it was pulled in to slap her painfully on her exposed vaginal lips.

"I believe she is still alive... although the last I heard she was a babbling mess on a long term psych ward. Let's hope for your sake I don't need to go that far..."

 

[afternooner]

monica

I wanted to scream again as his belt came down around my stomach but all that came out were weak mewing sounds, my voice starting low and raising. Begging for mercy?

There was no mercy I knew that this wouldn't end untill I was dead or reduced to a blubbering idiot but my mouth continued to make mewing sounds sounds that I had never uttered before.. I saw the belt come towards my butt and insted of ducking away I pushed myself towards the blow I gasped at my reaction and when the blow came I exhaled in a grunt sound as if I was relieved of the presure of waiting. My breasts were stinging fire from his blows my nipples hard and turgid. I wanted to touch them as if to comfort them but my hands were tied over my head. the thought of them being touched inflamed them even more.. I'd never wanted them touched before they were so small so insignicant my sexual experience didn't include my breasts as I always pushed a mans hands away and down to my pussy. They were usually more than glad to bypass this area. anxious to come inside her and finish.

I looked down at my hardening nipples in astonishment I'd never seen them this way before. I felt a sense of exileration at the sight of them even though they were small and now red and bruised they excited me.

His belt came toward my face and wraping around my neck forced me to my knees.

I was whimpering now like a puppy wanting to be petted. Ppetted instead of this terrible whipping my body ached for any kind of touch and then it came the belt was merciless as it curled between my legs and found my sex. my body jerked in spasm my vaginal walls expanding and contracting. I gasped my breath coming in ragged mewing sounds again. What was this thing that had overtaken me this massive convulsion in and around my sex.
A climax! God forbid! I never had one before why now during this time of pain and humility? why now? The feeling stopped and I grunted relieved again as I sunk to the floor tears coming to my eyes but no sound coming from my mouth. Silently I wept confused by all these new feelings confused and alone. I looked up to him begging for it to be over to finish it but more I wanted him to hold me to comfort me in my last hour.

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

She truly was a massochist, and coming to realise that only made me all the harder, all the more eager to punish her and savor her cries, for deep inside I knew that she would enjoy it, all the way to the end when the pain would become to much and she would either be rendered insensible or dead. For now, however, there were other things to do, other tortures, other treatments.

I grabbed her by the cuffs attacked to her head-piece and forced her to a standing position. Then I backed her against some sturdy shelving at one side of the room. My black bag held many tools and toys, all of which she would experience over the time I was with her. The first thing I took out was a length of rope. I tied this in a noose around her neck and then fastened the other end tightly around the highest shelf.

"That," I said in warning, "is to ensure that you know, no matter what happens, you are to stand there and remain standing. If the pain gets too much and you collapse, then you will only strangle yourself."

I returned to my bag and took out a roll of black velvet. When I unrolled it on a table near me she saw the sickening set of scalpels held within. Each gleamed in the nighttime lights, and I heard her gasp of terror. I gave her an evil grin and laughed as I selected the sharpest and walked over to her, kissing its blad. There was no way she could know this, but the reason it was so sharp was it had never been used. The scalpels were my favorite psychological torture - always there, promising what they would bring, never used. I lay the vicious blade down on the lowest shelf behind her and stared into her eyes.

"What should I do first?" I asked her. "Your breasts?"

My hands caressed so tenderly over her beautifully erect buds. she had such small breasts, but that was only all the more to my liking. I had never understood the obsession with large breasts when, as I always joked, you could only fit so much in your mouth at once anyway.

"Your belly?"

My hand stroked down across the naked flesh, savoring every inch of the arc forced towards me by how she was bound. I shook my head as the thought of that belly bearing my child came to mind. Admittedly it was tempting - to have a victim raise the next abuser was a hilarious irony - but what it mostly was was an irrelevant distraction.

"Or your pussy?"

My hand scooped lower, gently stroking through her damp curls as the fingers parted to trace her labia. Then I brought one finger between the lips and found how wet she was, how her erect clit sought my touch. I stood like that for minutes, stroking her more gently and more expertly than ever any of her lovers would have done. Then, seeing the look of coming pleasure on her face, I brought my thumb down from the top to meet my finger. Once together around her swollen clit, I squeezed with all my might. I didn't move at all, just held her like the tightest, most excrutiating vice as I stared deep into her eyes. Some women passed out from this, some could take it even for several minutes. I had even had one once who I had squeezed and held for over an hour. It got so painful for me that my finger and thumb locked in place, making it impossible to break the grip without permenantly damaging her. How far I would go with this one I had no idea.

 

[afternooner]

Monica

Or you pussy

Oh god, I thought as he said that awefull word and I felt his touch on my sex and of his vulgar intrusion of my body, no more than some others but I knew he wasn't opening me up so that he could have sex with me. something much worse. I thought of the knives sharp delicate knives, cutting me, I felt the pain, just thinking about it.

And then the real pain! not the knife but his fingers, his thumb and forefinger squeezing relentlessy at my clitoris, the pain was unberable and unrelenting as he held me that way. I dared not move my sex would be torn apart, I would fall and strangle myself. So I tensed my body bearing the pain making it part of me embracing it trying to deaden it's effect. I even smiled letting it take over my body my mind. the walls of my vagina started to expand and contract trying to expell this pain. I tried to relax them push down and out as if I was passing urine. but the pressure on my clitoris made it pulse made my whole vagina pulse, quiver. God, I had to stop this, stop my body from exploding I couldn't. Suddenly I was moving my muscles in time with the pulsing oh god was I climaxing? I pushed again trying to pee,If I peed maybe I wouldn't climax. It was no use, above the pain I needed to find release. My body relaxed as it let go and then bliss, still the pain but at least bliss I tried not to smile but I could'nt help it it was so blissfull. unable to talk I tried to look at him to tell him to stop for gods sake what was he doing this for? why? Who had I hurt to deserve this. my mind searched for answers

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

She was truly amazing. She hated what I was doing to her, hated the pain above anything, it was written all over her face. And yet, her body responded more than many did to a lovers touch. I could feel her pussy spasming around my fingers as they squeezed and held her clit tightly. She knew she was in a noose, and what would happen if she collapsed. That only increased her horror and, it seemed, her body's pleasure. I continued to hold her while she reached her climax and then withdrew my hand in a second, leaving her to feel the rush of blood back to her tender nub, renewing the pain.

"Oh you are one hot little slut, aren't you? Which of the Forbes-Miltons did you piss off I wonder?" I asked the questions without freeing her, but again in such soft tones it belied what was happening. "I can't imagine it can have been the young master. He loved to hurt little girls like you, and you just love to be hurt..."

My hand smacked up between her legs to fall painfully on her open pussy lips. "Don't you?"

I watcher her flinch in response, and then make sure she did not fall with the noose still round her neck. She was something special. It would take everything I had to break her, and it would take much more than just one night. No, there was no point in trying to rush this one. I bent forward to kiss her cheek through the leather which still held her bound.

"You see, the problem is, you have to learn your lesson. You have to learn your place in the world and that whenever anyone like a Forbes-Milton tells you to do something, you don't argue, you just do it. No matter what. Even if its to suck them off in the street. So, like I said. You have to learn your lesson. If you keep enjoying what I do to you, then it could be a fatal one."

I started to undress, ensuring the lights were turned off and the curtains were drawn. It was about midnight now, and I was getting tired.

"Goodnight, you poor thing. I suggest you try to get some rest. Tomorrow we'll be together all day."

Knowing that I never slept above four hours, I would not need to worry about her seeing me in the dark. I would be awake and dressed again before she could look at my face. Her bed was nice and comfortable, and I was going to have a nice night's sleep, knowing there was a naked woman standing bound at the foot of the bed, desperate not to hang herself.

"Oh," I said half sleepily. "I trust you used the lavatory already. I don't like it when people soil themselves. Makes me angry."

That was the last thing I said to her before I fell asleep.

 

[afternooner]

Monica

I watched his fugure walk away and shuting of the lights he left the room In utter darkness.
Hearing the rustle of his clothes leaving his body, My mind began to wander wondering if he had an erection after touching me so intimately. I shivered why was I even thinking of that after what he had done to me. the pain the humiliation, and now the fear of dying at any moment.

Maybe this was a way to dirvert myself from the dire situation I was in, I thought so I continued. Was he muscular I wondered he certainly seemed strong, but he had a gentle touch too his caresses on my body at times light and feathery I wasn't used to that. most men were rough, forcing their tongues into her mouth, sucking brutally at her nipples, their minds on only one thing, invasion of her sex and then the most disgusting thing of all, unloading their sticky loathsome sperm into her body. She always felt dirty afterwords going to the bathroom trying to wipe herslf clean remove every trace of her experience from her body. She wondered why he hadn't tried to have sex with her why he didn't force himself inside Like the rest Why he seemed to want to keep her clean not like the rest who only made her feel so soiled.

I heard him lay down I wished that I could lay down next to him I needed to have someone take the pain away pehaps I'd even want him to come inside some how I felt that he would just hold me, not rut disgustingly but just lay with me content to be still and close.

and then he said

dont soil yourself ,I would be angry

I smiled and mouthed the words "

Dont worry dear, I will stay clean for you."

I tensed my vagina muscles feeling the tension there remembering how he had made me climax and holding back the pee I waited.

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

Five thirty. I awoke and saw the numerals blazoned across the clock face in bright green LED light. I had slept longer than normal, and outside the dawn chorus was sounding its greeting to the new day. It was only a mercy that the curtains were heavy enough to keep the room properly dark and hidden from the deep grey twilight outside.

I stood and dressed quickly, hearing the breathing of the woman I was punishing by the wall. So, she had not collapsed. She was still alive and I found myself smiling. That meant there would be more fun for me today. Once clothed I left the room and went to shower and use the bathroom. That took another twenty minutes. Then I went downstairs to check what she had for breakfast. At that time, her freezer and fridge were bare, but there was a toaster and coffee machine available. So I made myself four slices of toast and a pot of black coffee. That took another ten minutes, meaning she had been left standing there for over six hours now, including the torture from the night before. She would be exhausted, and probably more than ready to use the bathroom and wash. She would have to wait however.

I returned upstairs and placed my cup and plate beside her on the table. I picked up a scalpel from one of the shelves and stood in front of her.

"Your mouth must ache," I said, knowing it was the truth. "I am going to remove your ball gag now. If you scream, I will cut out your tongue and force you to eat it."

My voice was quiet, betraying no emotion other than sincerity. I watched to see that this had sunk in and then removed the gag from her head harness, leaving her hands cuffed behind her neck and the noose still tied. Then I went back to my table. I raised the ski mask up to the bridge of my nose so that I could eat and drink, but still remain covered enough that she could not identify me.

"I get bored listening to the news," I said. "So you will be my entertainment while I breakfast. I want to know how you feel, and how you felt last night both during the torture and while I slept. Do you hurt? Do you feel pleasure? Do not lie, I will know and I will arrange it that you cannot lie again."

 

[afternooner]

Monica

I heard him leave my bed, the springs sueaking relieved of his weight and then as he dressed I tried to picture him. Did he have a morning hardon, I 'd heard about them in a distastefull joking way. I strained to see him but it was too dark must not be morning yet. My body was just numb now, no pain just numbness.

My mouth was dry and I needed to go pee but held it in check remembering his words of anger. The memory of those knives flashed across my mind and I tightend my pubic muscles holding back the begining of my urge to pee No I told myself got to keep myself clean for him. For him! I must be going crazy! So he can touch me again like last night I remembered those fingers they had felt long and delicate he could be a surgeon perhaps. Those knives! no, not the knives! ...maybe a piano player then. I imagined him playing chopin or brahms in a tux god what was happening to my mind!

i squeezed a again fighting back the pressure and creating that new feeling that feeling of excitement that I'd never felt before last nite. I could feel my nipples harden and my clitoris swell. Oh god, what was happenig to me, had he turned me inot some kind of nymphomaniac! A maniac for sure but nympho, oh god no!

He returned, the smell of coffe with him. I heard him Set the cup down and then....He took the gag from my mouth... he said something I bearly heard his words, but my mouth came open as if to scream ...I drew in my breath...all that came out was MMMMMhhhhh ending in a relaxed exhalation at the end . the sound seemed to come from deep inside me from the center of my vagina.

His questions came like daggers too many for me to answer in the condition I was in, the urge to pee welling up again, the taut feeling in my nipples, my clitoris, pulsing as I tightened my muscles once again.

If he touched me would I climax or pee! he would know, would he be angry or pleased. My mouth moved and then dry crackling words came out. almost a whiper Ohhhhh again that feeling Ohhhh god I gotta peeeeee.....

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

I finished my last piece of toast as the words creaked from her throat and sore mouth. Yes, she needed to pee. For a second, I just drank my coffee and looked at her. Desperation lined her face, but I wondered whether it was desperation to pee, desperation to cum or desperation to be humiliated and abused. Generally though, I did not enjoy it when a woman soiled themselves.

With a smile I lay down my cup and stood up. My hands went to where I had fastened the noose and unfastened it before removing the rope from round her neck. Then my hands worked to unfasten the handcuffs and the gag holster. As the last of her bindings came free, she almost collapsed, the strain of the evening weakening her muscles. I gave her a chance to right herself. Finally, she was free before me, and looking more desperate than ever.

"Come," I said, and led her into the bathroom. "I will watch you. You must learn that you have no privacy, no rights anymore. Not until I am certain you have learned your place in the world. Besides, I do not want you to try to escape, do I?"

She seemed more than a little reluctant to use the toilet in front of me until I turned to face her.

"I told you last night that I do not enjoy seeing a woman soil herself. You have a choice to allow me to avoid that sight. Either you will use the toilet or I will sow up your pussy so tightly nothing will ever come into it or out of it again."

I kept my voice level. From most people that would be a ridiculous threat, but I knew that she knew I was capable of anything.

 

[afternooner]

Monica

escape!

I had no thoughts of escape I limped to the bathroom, him right behind me. I started to lower myself to the toilet and for a moment felt exposed. He must have sensed my hesitation as he wanrned me about my need for privacy and then I grinned. Squating naked in front of him, having him touch me that way last night, I had no privacy why would I even wish for it now that he had done what he had done. I sat down on the seat and slowly pushed my pee out, not wanting it to come too fast and spill out of the bowl I must be clean about it I thought. I watched his crotch afraid to see his face to see if I was doing it right. Did his pants bulge a little as the urine streamed into the bowl or was it my immagination and why was I even looking for it. The pressure released I saw him push a roll of tissue towads me.

"wipe"

Was his voice a little softer or was it my immaginaton ,and did I even care.My hand folded the tissue in my customary, way to form a thick blotter that wouldn't soil my hand and placed it carefully betwen my thighs. I made a few strokes back and forth and was shocked to find my vulva thick and slippery.Not what I was used to. I thought of how it felt like a man had unloaded his sperm in me and shuddered. How as that possible I wondered.... It wasn't and I smiled realizing it was my own juices there so I continued enjoying for the first time my touch on my vagina entrance along the slippery edges back and forth until I felt that tingle begin again. I wanted to touch my clitoris now but never had I done that before at least not on purpose only when it was wet or dirty and then with as much haste as I could. I dropped the tissue, finding it hard to remove my hand from that place, looked up at him and said quite positively

"clean"...?

Was it a statement or a question . I looked at his long piano fingers and wished that he would check for himself.

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

I knew what she wanted, and was happy to oblige. Alternating pain, humiliation and pleasure seemed the best way to break her spirit - if indeed she was breakable. I had never come across someone who wasn't before, but everything I had done so far had only served to arouse her further. It was as if she were a natural slave, and only suffering could bring her pleasure.

I knelt before her and used my thumb and middle finger to part her vaginal lips. Then I began to stroke her with my index finger, brushing her clit before moving slowly into and out of her. She was moist and warm, but not just from peeing. It was obvious she had started to raise another orgasm in herself. I began to work my finger across the swollen bud of her clit, watching and feeling for when she began to tremble. Then I withdrew quickly, leaving her unsatisfied.

"Yes, you are clean. Down there at least. However you stink. Last night you built up a sweat and allowed it to dry. Now you must bathe to clean yourself."

I put the plug in the join shower/bath and began to run the water. She stood, waiting, and fearfully watching the steam begin to rise from the bath. When there was enough water to cover most of her body, I sank my hand into it to see how hot it was. I winced slightly as the heat stung, turning my skin to a bright, glowing pink. Not dangerous, but definitely painful. Not only would it sting her, but it would also ensure that her joints were warmed up properly to get her over the stiffness of the night.

"Get in," I commanded. "And clean yourself. You have not yet answered my question, by the way, and I will not tolerate insubordination. As you bathe, give me a full description of your feelings last night and this morning, during the punishment, during the time I slept, and right now."

 

[afternooner]

Monica

Oh god! my terrifying wish was coming true. I had wished for him to touch me. For the feel of his fingers in my vagina and now it was coming true so terrifying delicious, not knowing if he would grasp me again his thumbs and forefinger pinching my clitoris painfully or if his touch would be soft and gentle. My mind screamed out I dont care! just keep touching me. pain or pleasure it didn't matter only don't stop my body didn't want to stop either as it ached for release.

And then he stopped!

I ached for his fingers but dared not speak, not for fear of him hurting me again but for the fear that if he knew I wanted it he would not do it again.

He started the water in the tub. I wasn't clean enough he said. I wanted to be clean for him I
watched the water come hot I liked it. Hot is clean, I thought. It was steaming, much too hot painfullly hot I knew but clean. I needed clean.


get in

I followed his instructions fearfull at first the water was hotter than I could stand, but I got in.

Numb now I turned to him my voice level and controled as I was controling my pain as well

"You must be the devil in disguise I said evenly, sent to punish me for being dirty for letting my body be used by dirty men by laying with them, and accepting their filty cocks as they came inside me and made me dirty with their cum. But that man who sent you, he was the worst of all pretending to be interested in me for more than sex untill.... He showed me his disgusting cock holding it in his hand taunting me with those filthy words, fuck he said fuck Just like the others all he wanted was to fuck. but you! are you happy that you made me cum."

My words were even but my language was from the gutter. I wanted him to know how much I hated that gutter language and so I said those awfull words I continued

"Yes I came, my pussy trembled my clit swelled, my nipples hardened under your touch I never came before last night. Are you happy knowing that. That I was a virgin that way never having enjoyed that feeling. Yes I enjoyed it and I'll let you do it again I'm lost to your perverse pleasures whatever they may be."

I watched the front of his trousers. was his cock getting hard from all this dirty language did he get off on that. Well I didnt' care. If I was to die then I wanted more of what he had given me.

I looked him straight in the eye, one hand went to my nipple with a soapy wash cloth.

"clean I'll make this tittie clean for you and then the other. and then....my pussy."

I smiled, I felt lewd and obscene.

I scrubbed it to hardness and then the other and then adding more soap and spreading my legs in the steaming water I began on my vagina.

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

I shook my head in disbelief. She was getting off on this, all of it. The pain, the pleasure, the torment, it was all one to her. Whether she hated an action or loved it, she was submitting to and enjoying the pleasure of everything I did. I began to question whether anything would be too much, and how I was ever going to manage to fulfill my contract. I had to find some way, or the next time, it would be me that the family was unhappy with.

I watched her as she tried to arouse me, playing with herself despite the numbing pain of the hot water. I was aroused too, and it was impossible for me to hide the erection in my jeans. She was actually trying to use what I was doing to turn me on. Well, no matter if I was or not, pleasure was not what I was here for.

"You don't get it do you?" I said coldly. "You don't get it at all. I don't care whether I made you cum, I'm not here for your pleasure. All you have told me is I have to find some other way of making you learn that your place IS to be fucked if thats what a Forbes-Milton wants. It doesn't matter what you want when they want something different. You are nothing. Nothing."

I looked at her and wondered what I could do.

"You're too slow," I snapped suddenly. "Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Now!"

It was the only warning I would give. In the same second, I pushed my hand down hard on her head, shoving her under the steaming water. I was impressed, she had managed to obey, and I saw her cheeks bulged as she suppressed a scream. My hand grabbed the soap and I ran it vigorously over her pink body, ramming it up between her legs, scooping it along her breasts and pressing down over her face. Just as suddenly as I had rammed her underneath the water, I yanked her back out by her hair.

Then I let go and moved away.

"Get out." I said, coldly. "Towel off. You are going to take some time. So tell me everyone who is expecting to see you this week. Do you work? Do you have family or a boyfriend? Who is expecting you this week? Don't lie to me, I will know."

 

[afternooner]

Monica

Take a deep breath and close ou eyes Now!

I did as I was told and felt the hot water surrounding my head. My past was before my eyes as I accepted death, no longer wanting to live anyway my past so pointless and my future so uncertain.

Then I felt his hands his long fingers slick with soap begin to firmly forcefully clean my body.

Make me clean my minds voice cried. please scrub me clean, wash away my sins the sins of all those times I lay and let men fuck me with their filtly cocks Scrub away the flity man cum. Please make me clean.

He scrubbed my private parts, my breasts my clitoris and my vagina. So clean, so clean and ready for him. I prayed that he would put more than his fingers in me before I died I wanted his cock. my mind saw it before me, hard and throbing in front of my face I could suck it clean for him clean and hard and ready for my vagina. I tried to cum to let myself go, but couldn't. God I needed his cock I wanted his cum along with mine.

He let me go and I emerged my eyes went straight to his crotch and I smiled lewedly as I saw his erection. I shuddered and then hearing his voice contained my desire.

Trying to keep my voice level and unemotional I replied. no I'm a student at an art school no one will miss me I am no one of any consequence there, no family in this town, no boyfriend.

I knew why he asked he had more plans for me And I was looking forward to them and making a few of my own.

I stepped forward to take the towel from him and in one fluid motion looped it around his neck I puuled his face into mine and holding the ends of the towel in one hand I reached up and yanked his ski mask off.I mashed my mouth against his and gound my naked bdy against his. we tumbled to the floor and my hands reached for his crotch I pulled his hard cock from his pants and shoved it towards my pussy.

"Fuck me......Fuck me now...." I cried breaking into tears. "Kill me if you wish but please fuck me first..."

 

[BadForm]

David Lurken

"Fuck me......Fuck me now...." I cried breaking into tears. "Kill me if you wish but please fuck me first..."

I smiled and kissed her softly through my mask, brushing my body against her. I wanted her so badly, wanted to feel myself in her, but now she had shown me the way forwards, and that meant I would have to hold back. Once I felt her begin to shiver in expectation I pulled back and pushed her away.

"So that's what you want is it you little slut? You want the big bad molester to fuck you? I'm not even gonna pretend I don't want it too... but I'm used to denying myself. You, I think, just tasted something you never have before, and now you've given me the way to make sure you learn your place... I'll fuck you all right, but not yet. Maybe not for a long time. Not until I know you'd do anything, for a reward or no reward. Anything anyone even suggested to you. Then you'll get me. Once I'm sure."

I didn't think it had sunk in, so I pressed on.

"If Master Forbes-Milton asked you to go down on him in the street, would you? No, I don't think so. Not yet. But you will. You'll do it if some bum on the street asked you to. When I know you'll do that, then you get this..."

I opened my fly and fished out my erection, watching her as she licked her lips slightly. Her hand moved towards it, but I slapped it away and zipped up once more.

"Later... if you learn."

I believed her when she told me nobody would miss her. The college, if it was like most, would just assume she had dropped out. They MIGHT call her, but then I would simply make her tell them she was no longer interested. That meant I was finally safe to remove my mask. I did so, throwing aside the sweaty garment as my dye-blonde locks and brown eyes came into view. I gave her a malicious grin.

"Wash my face clean," I said. "And brush my teeth. Then you will make yourself some breakfast."