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She felt a sense of releaf wash over her as his grip loosened. But at the same moment she felt ashamed and used. How could this be happening to her. She had always been such a good girl trying to make her parents proud of her. Meanwhile like all girls she had visions of someday being swept off her feet and carried away by prince charming.
Yeah she was swept off her feet alright, but he was anything but prince charming, the evil bastard, and in the days and weeks to come she would find out just how twisted and sadistic he really was.

She groaned a little bit, she wanted this nightmare to be over with. she felt dirty and ashamed and her jaw hurt from spending the past .. what seemed like hours, but was only about half an hour, forced to suck this bastards cock. She told herself that no matter how dirty and disgusted she was feeling that it wasn't her fault that she was being forced to do these dirty acts.

She kept her mouth around his cock as he spoke to her, gently sucking and nursing on it, Oh she just wanted this over so she did what he asked she licked and cleaned the last of his cum and her spittle off his cock. When she was through she sat back kneeling in front of him her head down as she silently cried.

When he told her to look him in the eyes, she had to force herself to look up, her eyes where red from crying with tears still in them. "No, i didn't enjoy it," she said looking him in the eyes, "It was discussing and nasty and i'm not a slut." she told him.
 
His cock stayed within her lips until she had adequately cleaned the saliva and spittle from him, the cum that lingered behind had been sucked clean, every possible drop had been taken, the only remaining portion was the cum dribbling from her chin. Pulling his cock out, he watched as Amy continued to refuse her sluttish ways. Had she not moaned and wantonly sucked him with vigor and desire. Had she not at the end of it eagerly pleasured him. For now she could perhaps believe that it was all because he told her to and that she had to or else she would suffer but he had not forced her to enjoy it, to moan around his cock as she took pleasure in bringing him a far stronger pleasure. Amy was a girl, a young woman, deep down all women were sluts. It is just that some girls are more honest with themselves. Sex is not dirty, nor is it a chore. It is fun, and pleasurable, slutty girls and almost every man could attest to that. if more than half the population could proclaim it how could they be wrong.

Letting go of Amy's hair as she rebuked his claim and protested her innocence. "So those moans and sighs that sounded awfully like a woman enjoying herself were what, a mistake, my imagination?" Smirking as he turned to look at her water bottle and her food. "Now then, are you done with your food, I will be leaving shortly so I am taking that plate. If you are done politely inform me, or beg for the rest." He had planned to pour the food onto the floor if she was to beg for it. It would do since tomorrow he would have a pet bowl ready as her dinner bowl and with it, cutlery would also be removed from the equation. James even pondered making it two pet bowls, one for food and one for water. That would surely break her spirit, eating like a dog.
 
Amy was blushing profusely, ashamed and embarrassed about what she had done. She told herself that she only did it cause she had to. But she was angry with herself because what James had said was true, that she did moan, and she was getting wet. " No it wasn't your imagination," she said, " I was moaning."

When he said he was going to be leaving she felt a strange sense of releaf but she also was feeling something else. Perhaps she had been down in the dark basement by herself to long but she almost didn't want him to leave.
She looked up at him nervously and chewed her lip, " can i please have some more to eat before you leave?" she asked.
 
James walked away from the naked little slut, walking towards the plate of food, turning only when she asked nicely for her food to stay. "I said the plate would go when I leave. I won't stay here any longer than I want to stay. You want it, you can eat it. You've got 10 seconds. I would think about rushing for your clothes. I will be tipping the food on the ground and you will have to eat it up. If I find you haven't finished tonight's dinner I will have to stop feeding you."

James had told her her food was to be dumped on the ground, he had given her the idea of rushing for her clothes, the idea he had suggested was that if she did not want to eat off the ground she could sacrifice a piece of clothing, perhaps her skirt or shirt and have the food dumped upon it just so its not on the floor. At this point however what was cleaner, the ground or her outfit. It was a hard thing to gauge.

"Oh, and next time I will think about letting you take a shower. You would like that wouldn't you." Smirking evilly as he looked down to the naked teen. "You did a good job tonight, it is only fair that I reward you with something nice. If you accept everything the next time, I will give you a nice thick blanket free of charge." It was not really free, he had planned on making her suffer well what meager things he brings. Tomorrow she could have a warm blanket, a shower and what else, food no doubt and a mystery prize. Typically he had arranged three gifts each time. The first time she had resisted him and said no to it all, the next time she had agreed to two, and tonight she had accepted everything despite having been a bad girl prior to this point. Each time he had come in with three things, it was safe to say that he would continue to do so in the future.

"10...."
"9...."
"8..."
Counting down so not to make Amy feel that he was cheating her. He was going to leave in 8 seconds, no wait, 7 seconds. "7..." What would she do, would she realize what he wanted her to do or did it confuse her as it was too esoteric in nature. When the count down finished, James would dump the plates contents on the ground, whether or not she tried. If she made it she would have food on the article of clothing, if not she would have to eat from the ground. James left without any parting words, leaving her alone. This time her light remained on.
 
Amy was still kneeling on the bed when James picked up the plate, her eyes watching his every move. She really thought he was just going to leave with the plate but then he told her she had 10 seconds.. but she couldn't finish eating the food in 10 seconds. As soon as he said he was going to dump it on the floor her mouth dropped in disbelief. But what really grabbed her attention was when he said he would stop feeding her if she didn't eat it all by time he came back tomorrow. What he expected her to eat off the floor like some animal, he had to be kidding, she thought, but just as she thought about him kidding she thought, that evil bastard would really do it. fuckkkk! she thought to herself.

....6... My cloths!..5... fuck, fuck, jumping off the bed in a single bound..4 .. grabbing the first thing she could get her hands on ...3.. rushed back to where James was standing ...2... and held her shirt under the plate..1..

After James turned and walked out the door, as soon as she heard the key in the lock, she fell apart, holding her shirt with the food in it she crumbled into a tiny ball sobbing.
 
James went upstairs and cleaned the plate, once he had finished he took two beers out from the fridge before realizing that he had left the mop and bucket and the bag downstairs with Amy still. He had not intended to leave them, the broken shards could be suicide material and the Mop and bucket was not needed there any more. Cracking open one of the beers, James took a long swig, polishing off a third of the beer before he made any headway to getting back to see Amy.

No doubt the little slut would be surprised at his visit so soon, not to mention that he had no intention of even talking to her. Depriving her of even conversation might drive the lonely girl closer to him just so that he would respond. He had plans and fail safe mechanisms in place, no matter what happened he had an idea of how he could still continue to break her, and still fulfill his desires. He was not like those stupid weak willed dominant kidnappers that could not handle it when their perfect plan was ruined all because they had assumed too much and not accounted for a stronger will in their target. James was counting on Amy being strong. It was no fun if she broke down and let him do what he wanted without some torment and struggle.

Opening the door to the basement, James walked inside, passing by Amy not really caring if she had gotten dressed or even finished off her dinner. His target was the mop, the bucket it had come with, and the bag with the broken plate. Nothing more, nothing less. He was devoid of emotions as he passed by, he had forced himself to be as passive and stoic as he could, reminding himself not to look at her, not to respond. The silent treatment. It was childish but to a young girl whose only interaction with another person it was much more effective. When James was ready he took the equipment and left, his face just as passive as before and his eyes focusing on the door and the path between him and it. Not Amy. Not her budding curves, not her cute face or any part of her. To him, she was nothing, invisible. Unworthy of soiling his gaze. It was a struggle for him, he had wanted to look but he had to stick to the game plan, make her feel tormented even when he was doing nothing at all.
 
Once Amy started to calm down a little she walked over to the mattress that laid on the floor of the basement, the mattress that was now her bed. At least it looked clean unlike herself. Looking down at her body she had cuts and bruises but most of all she was covered in dirt from crawling around on the basement floor for 4 days. Her cloths, that was a joke, they where even filthier then she was. Her shirt had been ripped, when did that happen she didn't know some time when she had been crawling around in the dark. Her skirt had dark stains she wasn't sure where they had even come from, and now her shirt was her dinner plate, as she picked up the pieces of rice and stuck them in her mouth. She hadn't even thought about getting dressed yet when the door opened and in walked James.

As he walked across the room all she could think about is oh god what is he going to do to me now. She fallowed him with her eyes, but he never even looked over at her. She was so filthy she didn't really blame him. Right now she was feeling dirty in more ways then one. Any little thing he did scared her she never knew what to expect from him. So is it any wonder that when he grabbed the mop she flinched expecting him to turn it on her. When he turned and left she let out a deep breath, she hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath.
 
James returned up stairs and continued to drink his beer, finishing the first one off within minutes, the second one was quickly cracked open and it too was started. Kicking up his feet, it was time that he could use to relax. Almost everything had been done, he had unpacked all of his things save a couple of boxes that he could leave be for a while. He had made significant progress in breaking Amy and now he had a couple of ideas floating around his head involving her. Enjoying himself on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table. On his lap he had the tv remote, in one hand he had his beer and the other was down his pants, not for masturbation however but just as a mimicry of Al Bundy, from the TV series Married with Children.

Reaching over for the phone, James had an idea, he was settled in now and he had many friends in the area unlike how it had been in his last place. It had been a rough four years having to stay away from everyone. He had to keep his low profile and leaving town and playing the quiet neighbor in a town where nothing bad ever happens was torment for him. Dialing a number he wanted for the other end to be picked up.

"Hey Luke, yeah i'm back. Look, you and the boys should move the poker night to my place, there is a real good set up here. I am sure that I can make worth your while, and I am sure that your wife would like to know that her ass is safe, at least from your mates every friday night."

Laughing at the joke, they continued to exchange stories and had quite a yarn before finally they both had enough and hung up. Finishing the beer in his hand, James lost consciousness, falling asleep infront of the tv. Eventually stirring when the sound of a nearby car on the road tooted their horn at another driver. "Mmmm" still quite sleepy, James groggily headed towards the shower, wonder what the time was. It was far too bright outside to be early morning so he must have had quite a lengthy sleep.

It would take a while before his brain would snap into gear. Bob was having a party at his place, plenty of alcohol, lots of cooked meats and apparently there was going to be a stripper. It sounded like a good place to be to him. He wasn't late, though he might miss some of the pre-feast action. Betting on horses, shooting hoops with the others and other entertaining things to keep the guys from remembering that there was going to be food or a near naked slut grinding about for their entertainment. More than likely James was going to be a bit late in getting back to see Amy and almost assuredly he was going to be intoxicated which was probably not a good thing for Amy.
 
The loneliness, the quietness was getting to Amy. Nothing to read, nothing to look at, just these plain four walls. Her big excitement for the day was her little experience when she had to use the bucket. When it came time to put the butt plug back in she couldn't bring herself to do it. She tried laying on the bed but every time she tried to push it back it it hurt to much, and she was starting to wonder if he would even notice if she didn't have it in. From what she had already seen from him she really didn't think that she would be that fortunate. As a matter of fact, lately her luck hadn't been very good, She laughed out loud when she thought about that, no it wasn't good at all.

Little did she know nearly 800 miles away her picture was on ever telephone poll and in the window of nearly every store. The neighbors had been doing midnight vigils and the police where doing door to door searches looking for the popular honor roll student. Her parents where on the news pleading with her kidnappers for her safe return. It seemed like Amy just vanished off the face of the earth.

Back in Amy's little basement she was walking around in circles.. once in a while she would shout for someone to help her.. but no help was coming. She tried the door about a hundred times, but as many times as she tried it was always locked. ..
Time passed so slowly locked away in the basement... but it seemed even longer this time.
 
James returned home quite late at night, he had KFC in one hand and a six pack of beer in the other. It had been a long day, he had consumed quite a large amount of alcohol and he was intoxicated. He was too drunk for instance to pass a drunk driving test but not by much. Fumbling around the house, James grabbed the doona cover that he had promised Amy and put it under his arm, and made his way down the stairs to her little underground prison.

Staggering into the basement, James threw the doona cover onto the ground near the bed, his eyes looking around the room before settling in on Amy. His words were a bit slurred as he spoke to her "There is your bonus for being a good slut." noting the doona on the ground near the bed. "I've got you some food and if you like you can have some beer too. I don't really care." James seemed different, his commanding presence had diminished somewhat, seemed unsteady on his feet and smelled strongly of cigarettes and alcohol. Tonight would be interesting, was he to be worse or more tame when he was intoxicated, could Amy really get away with being less than perfect tonight or was it impossible no matter his situation.
 
Amy had been sleeping on the mattress when James came in. She had the butt plug on the bed next to her, before she fell asleep she had every intention to try to put it back in before James came back. Unfortunately she put it off so long she had fallen asleep.

She woke up when she heard James toss the doona next to the bed. Rubbing her eyes looking at the doona on the floor next to her, " thank you," she said. Then she noticed the smell of stale beer and cigarettes, she looked up at him, he was drunk. Perhaps this would be her chance, maybe she could get him to let his guard down and she could escape. Looking at him he didn't seem to steady on his feet. She sat up and smiled at him, " really you would let me have beer?" she asked, " I've never been allowed to drink before." she told him. He seemed different, less aggressive she seemed a little more at ease with him.

She got up to retrieve the doona all she had on was her skirt and bra her blouse was to dirty after last nights dinner. She didn't even notice the butt plug roll out from under her when she stood up and walked over to where the doona was she had to pass right by James. She glanced over at the door, when James had come in he had left it open a little and forgot to lock it behind him.. could she run, would she make it she thought to herself.
 
James noticed the butt plug roll as Amy got up from the mattress. Turning to Amy, James pulled out a single bottle from the six pack box and handed it to her along with the still warm KFC meal. He knew she had broken a promise, she was to be punished for not obeying him. "Eat, drink." he did not even give her a price for it, was he too drunk to remember the situation or was it kindness.

Even if he was intoxicated and unable to physically match Amy's speed or coordination, his basement layout was not going to fail. Even if she could by some means make it past the normally locked door, she had another door and what was the key code for that? She was stuck even if she didn't think so. Just as one by one her clothes had been disappearing. She had been reduced to just a mere bra and skirt.

"Now lets see, have you been a good little slut whilst i've been away?" smiling towards her before he continues on "Masturbating regularly I hope and giving up on trying to find a way to escape." Turning his body so it fully faced Amy before finally he made a demand. "You are going to suck on my cock again tonight, so I don't care if you drink the beer first or save it for later but tonight I am going to train you to be the best cocksucker in town." James made no mention of the butt plug, not yet. He wanted to hear if she thought she had been a good girl first, that and he wanted her to come closer to him before he got aggressive.
 
Amy reached out and took the chicken and beer from James, " thank you," she smiled. He was still looking at her smiling, as Amy took a bite of the chicken. " Hmmm, lets see have i been a good girl? Well of course i have," and then she added as a little joke, " I had a big big party while you where gone, and i invited all the little pieces of rice that was stuck to my shirt and we all danced around?" she laughed lightly taking another bite of the chicken. She opened the bottle of beer and took a tiny taste and wrinkled her nose. " eww this taste horrible." she almost said, it taste as bad as his cum did, but she refrained from saying that little joke.

She turned bright red when he asked her if she had masturbated, "hahah no of course i haven't been masturbating," just the thought of it had Amy blushing profusely. Amy finished the first piece of chicken and was bending down to pick up the doona when she remembered she had no panties on. Which reminded her she had forgotten to put the butt plug back in, she had wanted to try to get it in before he got back. Her eyes darted over to the bed and there laying in the middle of the bed, almost as if it where mocking her, was the butt plug.

Her eyes darted back to James, he still had that smile on his face. Had he seen it? She didn't know but she had a awful feeling he had. Her old friend fear started creeping into her stomach again, but she kept the smile on her face the same as James was doing.

As James turned to face her, her heart kicked up a notch. When she heard him say she was going to suck his cock that frightened animal inside her was starting to panic she had all she could do just to stay standing there. Still smiling, " sure, why don't you drop your pants and get ready while i finish eating" she said. But just like when she had asked him to take the ropes off her wrists, she also didn't think he was going to fall for this either, but who knows perhaps he just might be drunk enough she thought, with his pants down around his ankles it would be hard for him to chase her.

And as she expected he wasn't falling for it, he still had that smile but it had changed, it was much darker smile that was creeping over his face. Amy shook her head. " No i'm not!" she shouted at him, at the same time flinging the open beer bottle at him, and ran to the open door. She was running on blind fright as she ran out the door and up the stairs. And at the top of the stairs was another door. Amy throw herself at the door grabbing the handle franticly tugging and pulling but it was locked. She started banging on the door with both hands and shouting, " Help, help, please help me!" all the time she was shouting and banging with both hands her head whipping around looking over her shoulder.
 
James wondered if Amy had ever been so talkative and interactive with him, maybe it had been the alcohol making him think that, he certainly had not remembered her being so at home and at ease with him, it was the self doubt that kept him from doing something silly like dropping his pants around his ankles. He had believed her when she had said she would suck him, he was inebriated enough that even with half decent acting even he could be fooled to an extent. When Amy threw the bottle at him and bolted as he had come a little closer, it took several moments for his drunken state to understand the consequences. The bottle hitting him in the shoulder, bouncing off and falling to the floor, the golden liquid seeping out from the open neck, forming a puddle where it finally rested as well as the chaotic splashes it had made as it was airborne.

Right, Amy had escaped. To the 2nd Door. Chasing after her, his large frame blocked the stair well, even if there had been room, there was no escape behind him, Amy was trapped between another locked door and a man she just pissed off by throwing a perfectly good beer away, and attempting to flee. He might be drunk but he still could walk, talk and throw a punch. Amy should have fled another time, a time when he was not even able to do that. Reaching out, James grasped her hair, grabbing a thick bunch of hair at the back of her head close to the roots. Pulling her down and backwards, he had little care for her well being, in fact his drunken state had made him forgetful about such things. Had he been sober she might have been punished severely but at least he might have allowed her to stand on her two feet. If Amy lost her footing now she may find herself bruising herself and being dragged despite it.

Passing the 2nd door, this time he made sure to lock it. Dragging Amy towards her bed. "That was not a very smart thing to do, slut." Growling at her angrily. Throwing her onto the bed, he placed the five pack of beers down on the ground before standing back up, towering over Amy. His hands reaching for his belt, slowly he unbuckled the belt, letting the belt hang free as he still growled, seething with anger. "This is what I get for treating you nice. You are a spoiled child, and now just like any guardian, I have to resort to this. My belt will kiss your skin until I have been satisfied." Slowly and noisily he pulled the belt out from the loops on his pants. Wrapping it around his knuckles holding the buckle in his palm. "Be glad that I am merciful to grant you a small favor and with hold the buckle from kissing your flesh. Testing the thick leather belt's whipping action, cracking it against the floor

"An apology will be meaningless, and depending on how I feel after this, some of your treats will be taken back for your shameful display here today." Grinning maliciously, James could giveth and he could taketh. What would he take away. Would the loss break her spirit or harden it in preparation for the next time. Still, James had not yet commented about the butt plug, he was going to do that after he had belted her ass up something fierce. That was why he had brought the beers closer to her bed. He was going to make her squirm in agony for being such a dirty filthy slut that cannot do anything right.
 
" Oh god pleaseee somebody help meee!" she screamed. Her hands where banging rapidly on the door in a panic. As she looked back over her shoulder she saw James coming out of the other door and moving to the stairs.. " Oh god No.. Pleaseee helppp!" bang bang banging on the door. Her heart was pounding in terror he was coming up the stairs. "AHHHHHH Nooooooo stoppppp," she felt his hand tighten around around her hair and pull her back as she half fell and was half dragged down the stairs. She was twisting and turning struggling in his grip as he dragged her across the basement floor..

" Omphhh" she landed hard on the bed.. her eyes wide with fright as she saw James looming over her. " Oh god no! Please, please, I'm so sorry! I... I.. promise, I promise i wont do it again!"

She was sobbing histaricley half pleading half screaming. She heard he belt sliding out of his pants and jumped as it whacked against the floor. "Oh Please don't hit me with that," she begged. Her tiny arms going up in front of her in a helpless attempt to protect herself as she tried to cringe back.
 
James reaches down to Amy's hair and cruelly grasps it within his thick, strong fingers and pulls her about on the bed, turning her over so that she was on her stomach. "Stay there like that." Letting her hair go, he rests the end of the belt down on the small of her back as he reaches down and removes her skirt, exposing her bare ass and showing off her lack of butt plug. "The more you scream, the more you squirm the more I will want to continue." Standing back up, he mockingly whips at her ass, it was not a very strong belting, it was more to see if she flinched or would move. In any case, he had his aim set, if she moved, she was going to find that his belt would hit her, be it her ass, her cunt, ankles or even her face. He was not going to stop just because she turned over and got in the way of the belt.

Strong lashes from his belt causing the leather to crack, the hard leather kissing the skin of her bared ass, this time it was much more pain orientated. He was trying to hurt her, trying to lay the smack down on an unrepentant bitch. Recoiling the belt, James lifted his arm up well above his head before striking down once more with all his might. He intended to bruise her, to leave dark red welts in her skin that would sting for hours after he had left.

The hysterical slut beneath him was to be punished, more than likely his arm and his wrath would hold up for well over 50 beltings, he could probably even push himself to do more than a hundred, after a dozen he stopped and took a moment to relax, taunting Amy as he did so. "Are you enjoying this?" grinning as he brought the belt to kiss her tender flesh once more "Only a depraved slut would find pleasure in receiving this." He did not care if she was taking pleasure in it or not. If she was he could hang it over her and make her suffer, if not, he still could abuse her. "We aren't even half way there, if you want me to stop you will have to make me quite a nice offer." He wondered if she would give her virginity for him to stop. He did not want to cheat his way into her moist cunt, he would likely turn her down claiming her too dirty for his cock if she had offered it.
 
She screamed her hands going to her hair in a natural reaction to stop him from pulling. She tried to resist but he was much to strong as he easily turned the 98 lb girl over. She was to terrified even try to fight him as he pulled down her skirt. She was already crying and he hadn't even administered the first blow.

When he laid the first light slap on her ass she flinched and moved her hand to protect her bare ass. The second came down hard on her hands as she screamed and moved them away. Then next one came right where James had wanted it across her creamy white ass. A huge welt forming across her ass from where the belt had landed turning the once white skin a deep shade of red that would soon swell and turn purple.

Each lash of the belt drove a new scream from her as the pain seared across her tender skin. She didn't even have time to catch her breath before the next blow came and then another. At first she squirmed her ass rocking back and forth with each blow but soon she was in to much pain to even do that. Once more her hands went down and again the belt drove them away.. by the time James had laid the 12th blow across her ass she had deep welts going from her ass and all the way down her thighs.

She was crying so hard she couldn't even catch her breath as they kept getting cought in her throat, finally she said, " nooooooo, please no more.... AAHHHHHHhH" only to have a fresh slap across her ass on top of the other welts.

" Yes i want you to stop .. pleasee stop" she begged. " Anything, Anything you want.. just pleasee stop" she sobbed. Her ass and thighs felt like they where on fire.. already her ass was deeply bruised the welts swollen.
 
James straddled the small of Amy's quite tiny back, folding the belt in half, he reached up to his left shoulder, swinging it down and across his body, on target to spank her ass with it, using the momentum of the action to carry up to the right hand side before doing the same in reverse. Going from backhands to forehands for another twelve spankings to each cheek before he rested the belt between her legs, letting the leather rub against her cunt. "Anything is not very interesting, besides, how can I believe your words, you said not 10 minutes ago you would happily suck my cock and then you threw something at me and tried to flee."

With his free hand, James caressed her beat red ass, wondering whether or not she would cringe or gasp at the discomfort. Rubbing the Belt between her legs, trying to give off the same feeling as her ass, hoping that Amy enjoyed the feeling of the leather between her thighs, fortunately for her, he was not going to turn the belt on her cunt as he had with her ass. It was however a tempting offer that he could sample at a whim so Amy was far from safe. "Now then, should I stop, and if so be very specific in what you will do to thank me for stopping?"

He still had to punish her for the butt plug, he was keeping mum with that. She would learn never to cross him, not after tonight. The beer enema would be the final act of pain he could inflict legitimately. Still he could humiliate her by taking her bucket away from her after he was done with her, it was a privilege that he had bestowed on her, she had misbehaved so it was not as if it would be surprising if he took her privileges away like a parent does to a child.
 
Amy was crying so hard her body was shaking under James as he administered her punishment. Her knuckles where white from gripping the mattress as she tried to bury her screams in the mattress.

When James laid the belt between her legs she didn't even move .. she couldn't have moved if she wanted even if James had not been straddling her back. She was in much to much pain to do little more then whimper. The belt felt warm, from being warmed on her ass, as it laid up against her pussy. Almost in a macabre way almost having a soothing effect on the crying girl.

She winced and moaned, arched back pressing against James as he let his fingers move over the tender welts on her ass. and when he moved the belt she felt it slide across her puffy pussy lips and realized that her pussy had grown wet during the beating. She pushed her face into the mattress trying to cover her soft moan not wanting James to hear else he may think she enjoyed it.

When she got herself a little more under control where she could actually speak she said. " I will let you put your cock where ever you want if you will just stop beating me." she told him.
 
James reached over for a beer, letting the belt fall to the ground beside the bed. Getting off of Amy, James crawled to the end of the bed, dragging Amy to the end of the mattress and onto the concrete by her ankle. Reaching down, his hands went to her waist, pulling her ass up allowing her to rest her head on the mattress. "Ass up, head down. You do what I say and I will let you stay a virgin tonight despite your begging to be fucked."

Pressing the bottle against her waist, rolling the cool glass over her bruised and beaten ass before rubbing it between her legs, parting her nether lips with the bottle, holding the screw cap in his hand so not to scrap her with it. "Ass up and stay still, no matter what. If I tell you to do something you do it ok."

James had the start of the enema ready, all he needed to do was unscrew the bottle cap and plug her ass with it. He pondered being a bastard and gagging Amy with the butt plug if she proved to scream too much. How much would that weigh upon her conscience. He had noticed she had become wet from the pain he had inflicted, her pussy lips spread easily and the beer bottle dripped with her moistness. He did not want her cunt tonight, not now. He could take it later, she had offered it to him once, it would not be hard to get it or her tight rectum if he pushed her into a corner.
 
She heard the belt fall from his hand onto the floor, then his weight lifting off of her. She laid still unmoving still in shock and pain from the beating. She gave a tiny moan as he pulled her across the bed, Her hands pulled away from the mattress she had been gripping with easy.

As he raised her ass up in the air and pushed her head down onto the mattress, she was thinking he was going to continue the beating in a new position. And then she let out a loud gasp at the shock of the cold bottle as it touched her red hot ass. She let out a loud moan as it rolled across her battered ass. It was soothing relieving some of the sting and taking with it some of the heat.

Then she gasped sucking in a deep breath and her body jumped when she felt the bottle touch her vagina. It was the first time she had moved on her own since James had gotten off of her when he straddled her on the bed. All she could think of was that she was going to lose her virginity to a beer bottle. if she hadn't already cried out most of her tears by this point she probably would have started crying but she didn't. Instead she squeezed her eyes shut and held onto the mattress tight bracing for the pain that was going to come, but she didn't move.
 
James tilted the bottle to the side just enough so it was not going to spill the contents. Unscrewing the bottle cap, slowly pressing the neck against her ass, slowly pushing until her ass would gape wide enough to accommodate the neck of the beer bottle. When he was able to push an inch of the bottle inside after quite some time of easing it into her he lifted the bottle so that the contents poured into her rectum. "You know that this would not have happened if you had kept your legs closed and kept that butt plug inside your fucking stupid ass."

Spanking her ass firmly but playfully. "You are going to feed on the five bottles, each one is going into your ass. When I am done pouring it inside we are going to put the plug back inside. Then you are going to fucking suck my cock. If you so much as let a single drop out of your ass before I have filled your mouth with my cum I am going to insert the bottles inside your filthy cunt and push them so far up there that you won't be able to retrieve them without shoving a fist up there."

Lowering his free hand down to her pussy, making his point about shoving the bottles inside of her, his thumb roughly brushed over her clit and continued to rub over the sensitive nub, cruelly arousing the little slut despite threatening to abuse her in most cruel ways.
 
Amy let out a long scream that sounded strangely almost like a moan. She could feel the cold contents of the bottle filling her ass. She was gasping, breathing hard trying to take the pain of the neck of the bottle being in her ass.

Each time James would slap her ass her body would rock and she would give a short yelp but it was nothing like the screams she did when she was being beaten with the belt, but still even the lightest touch on her bruised ass sent shivers of pain through her body.

It didn't take long for the 98 lb girl to start feeling the effects of the alcohol as it seeped into her blood stream from the lining of her rectum. She was already drunk by time James was pushing in the second bottle. and then he started rubbing her sensitive clit. She moaned so loud it shocked herself.. she could hardly stay up on her knees she was getting so drunk. and the way James was taunting her clit the muscles in her ass where almost milking the neck of the bottle as they squeezed and pulsed.

" You bastard" she moaned over her shoulder.. quite drunk to even care or even think about getting another beating.. by the time James had pored the last of the 5 bottles up her ass she was moaning quite loudly rocking against his fingers, her pussy was so wet it was dripping down her thighs.
 
James had to be careful when he was filling her ass with the bottles, especially after the third bottle. Her ass had stopped immediately closing up and there was a good risk of her squeezing out the beer enema early. Keeping the bottle wedged into her asshole, James moved to collect the butt plug on the mattress. Like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, James had to carefully substitute one thing for another. In this case, it was an empty beer bottle for a butt plug.

Spanking Amy's ass as he had pushed the butt plug deep inside of her rectum. "Remember the deal. Now get on your fucking knees and suck my cock. Your hands are going to be at your cunt. Finger fuck yourself. If I see that your hands aren't busy I will take the belt to your fucking breasts." Standing up after he finished ordering Amy about, his hands reached for the zipper on his pants. Kicking off his shoes, James then removed his shirt and pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles before stepping out of them. Naked now, James kicked his clothes a good three meters away.

James knew that Amy was going to suffer from the alcohol and become intoxicated just as he was, he also was well aware that the amount of liquid in her ass would very much so become quite uncomfortable. He was however interested to see what would happen. Would getting Amy drunk make her any more slutty, could she hold on and save herself or was she going to have to worry about waking up with a glass bottle buried completely in her virgin cunt.
 
After the last bottle Amy was quiet wobbly and quiet wiggly between being drunk and the stimulation of her clit. Not only did James have to hold the bottle and reach for the butt plut but he had to make sure Amy didn't wiggle out if his grip, but in this case it wasn't to try and get away from him .. not unless she was going to crawl to the door to try to get away. by now she wouldn't have even been able to stand up. When James slid the butt plug in her ass she moaned loudly and then started to giggle.

When she turned around on her knees she fell forward falling lightly against James legs. Looking down at her hands as if to say to herself . "Oh these hands"
Then she looked up at James hard cock. It seemed that it got quiet hard during the time he had been abusing Amy. Subconsciously she licked her lips getting them wet before she slid them down over Jame's cock with out much if any hesitation.

Her mouth seemed even more wetter and much warmer then the first time as her lips moved down his cock, while her tongue swirled and dance and rubbed his cock. When she moved her hands down between her legs she found herself quite wet. Her clit was already throbbing and it didn't take long before she was moaning around Jame's cock.
 
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