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What a Girl Wants

J

Jaijin

Super-Earth
Joined
Apr 2, 2010
Nina Marie had been born with a much higher than average sex-drive. This meant she had been sleeping around with guys since she was fourteen. She had picked the guy she wanted to lose her virginity too and seduced him. It was very efficient.

But she didn’t have a reputation as a slut. Something about being a tiny, petite girl with long, curly blonde hair and sea green eyes made guys want to protect her and girls sit next to her at lunch. Now, as her current boyfriend of nearly six months gazed on her naked body with her small, high breasts, long slender waist, and that impossibly tight ass, he almost couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have this sex-made teen as his.

He knew she was uncomfortable at the moment. Her arms were bound at the wrists and lifted up high behind her shoulder blades, her arms and wrists tied tightly in layers of rope. She had also had him loop a rope around her breasts nice and neat, so they were squeezed into hard little balls, the nipples sharp and pink with the stress of the binding.

A trust fund baby, Nina’s family had an obscene amount of money. She went to Marino Hills High School with him. All the kids there had money and got away with murder. One night she had tried to explain why she liked bondage so much. It stemmed from sneaking into her older brother’s room and reading
and watching his hard-core pornography when he wasn’t around.

God, she looked hot like that, her skin incredibly soft. “I want you to make me a sex-slave,” she said in a babyish lisp. She had a way of talking that drove him wild. He knew she fantasized about being a sex-slave, all about sex, all of the time. But God, he couldn’t keep up with her sometimes.
 
Paul Rodrigo growled as he quickly undressed and then stopped midway through taking his undershirt off.

"Hey, none of that," He said with real annoyance, but no anger. He liked that tone she used, but he was done tired arguing with her about how they'd go. He didn't want to be known as the kinky weird guy, or the guy that had run Nina off because he tried to rape her or some shit like that. What was wrong with the norm? He always asked that, and in the same voice that made his cock stiffer then an iron bar Nina would tell him it's not enough.

That worked sometimes, sometimes he'd get pissed and do things he wouldn't do otherwise, but more often then not they would just take a break for a few days. Until his blue balls caught up with him and he needed to fuck. Then they'd start out slow again, but they always reached this point. She had asked him to tie her up, that wasn't bad, but now she wanted him to humiliate her. She'd begged him to do that sort of thing before, but his heart was never really in it unless he was so made he was seeing red.

This just happened to be a time where his head was a lot cooler. He knew it was cruel, and he'd probably not be able to get some ass for awhile, but she once again needed to tone it down. He put his shirt back on and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I'll be back in an hour. You need to calm down... That shit... It's just not me!"

-

Ruben Rodrigo was in quite the position. Upside down, his legs precariously holding onto the bars of the top bunk in his dorm room. With his fingers laced behind his back he was pulling his head all the way up until it touched his knees. His stomach was screaming, but he knew if he wanted to keep the ripped eight-pack he had he had about fifty-six more to go. "One fucking HUNDRED!" He sighed deeply after pulling himself into an upright position and letting his head orient itself. Then he wandered over to the mirror, fingering his rock hard abs as he watched them flex and go taut in the mirror. "Yeaaaaah, boy," He said to himself, just before his phone rang.

"What's up little bro?"

"Yo man... I got a question..."

"Sup?"

"You know Nina Marie?"

"Damn, that hot little piece of ass, course I know her. What's good?"

"She's my girl,"

"Oh damn, the playa,"

"Ha yea, but seriously... She's... Weird..."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Kinky. She wants me to do shit... To her..."

"What like fuck her in the ass an shit?"

"Nawh, like tie her up... Make her... Make her my bitch, make her hurt..."

"Ahhh i see... And you dunno what to do?"

"Man I'm afraid of gettin in trouble if i hit her or some shit too hard you know?"

"Yea I dig... But guess what bro, i know just what to do."

"Fer real?"

"Yea, you know Mr. Brodie?"

"Mr. Coyle you mean?"

"Oh yea, we called him Mr. Bro, ha, but anyways. You go talk to him about Nina. Tell him I sent you. Tell him to give you a fair deal. He'll know what that means. That bitch'll be trained and you can have all the pussy you want, any girl. She won't even care none. Trust me."

"Damn... Mr. Coyle be fuckin students?"

"Yea, but u can't tell no one kay? Mr. Bro was a SEAL or some shit when he was younger. Bad mother fuckin ass dude. He'll fuck your shit up, and if he don't, his boys will. You just tell him bout your problem, and it'll be gravy. You be makin money and fuckin any chick you want. Fer real kid."

"Fuck... Aight... Just... Ask him at school?"

"No fuckface, go to his house. He'll be cool."

"Aight aight... Later, thanks bro."

"Later."

-

Brodie was on his computer when the doorbell rang. He glanced towards one of three computer monitors, each with four screens from twelve different camera's that watched the perimeter of his house, he frowned. What would a punk like Paul Rodrigo want with him? The kid pulled decent grades, but like all the other privileged kids at Marino Hills he was a prick and a coward underneath. Or sure there were a few really smart ones, a few really strong ones, but the majority of the student population were emo pussy's who hid behind their parents name and/or money. Paul's dad was a well-to-do doctor with his own practice.

"What do you want, kid?"

"Hey Mr. B-

"What do you want?"

"Uhmmm my bro said you could help me with somethin... Someone..."

"Who?"

"Nina... Uh Nina Marie... You know her, she sits-"

"Get the fuck out of here."

"Uh... O... Okay, good-"

Brodie slammed the door in the boys face to hide the grin on his face. So one of his pupils, Ruben, had been kind enough to send him some fresh meat. Well... That would be fun. He hadn't had a new slave for quite some time now, his fingers were getting... Itchy... He made his way to the computer and pulled up a few different pages, made one phone call to Ruben after depositing ten-thousand dollars in his checking account. The second call he made was to a startled Paul Rodrigo.

"Take Nina to the Holiday Inn on Montville. Have sex. Do whatever she wants. Ask for room two-eleven. Have fun. Your problem will be solved."
 
Nina enjoyed the drive over to the Holiday Inn. Paul drove her Porsche Cayenne Turbo S. She had protested with a pretty pout when he took the keys, but when he pointed out that sex slaves didn’t get to protest she immediately brightened up. Why Nina found bondage comforting was something she had never tried to understand. She simply accepted that any form of bondage or restraint intrigued her.

Her fantasies had been of herself as a helpless, tormented prisoner from a young age. And after she turned fourteen, they had turned sexual and as she grew older, increasingly powerful. As they drove to the inn, the powerful motor was not the only sensation she felt. Just by saying the word “sex-slave,” Paul had triggered a powerful reaction in her body. To be blunt, she was aroused, deeply aroused. She blushed and glanced over at Paul, feeling the wetness between her legs, how sensitive and swollen the lips of her pussy seemed, and the small, tingling hunger that teased her rigid nipples.

“Paul,” she said in almost a whine. “Tie me up when we get there.”

“Shit, bitch,” he growled. “You always want to be tied up.”

Nina licked her lips. She could already imagine her wrists tied, her ankles spread with his weight on her back, his cock plumbing her depths. “Please!”

The girl didn’t realize that Paul has put a bag of her toys in the small trunk of her overpowered car. Daddy’s little girl, he thought in disgust. He bought her anything she wanted and if that wasn’t enough, Nina’s mother had left her a fortune in a trust fund. The principle was totally tied up and untouchable, but the interest alone was impressive. And she just wants to be treated like a dirty little sex-toy.

“When we get there,” he murmured. Nina licked her lips. One slender hand reached over and began to rub Paul’s crotch.

“Oh baby,” she said.

When Paul got there, he asked for Room 211. The man at the counter gave him a strange look, but handed over the keys. Once in the room, Paul told Nina to strip.

She smiled, but didn’t complain. Once naked, but for a g-string, she paused to admire herself in the mirror. She turned to pose in silhouette, loving how her beautiful, high, firm breasts looked. Her skin was utterly unmarked. She was vain about her hair and body and had only pierced her ears. She loved how slender her waist was above her slim hips. Looking at her tight ass, she ran her hands over her taut buttocks.

“Fuck,” Paul said. “You’re so vain. How can you ever be a slave when you’re already a slut who will do anything?”

Nina actually looked hurt and tears welled up in her preternaturally light blue eyes. Paul was always amazed at how innocent the girl could look with her 4’11” frame. It should have been an obvious act, but somehow, she had a naiveté that shown through no matter who she had fucked.

“That’s just it Paul,” she said. “I need you to be strong enough to get me past the play acting, the pretending. I need you to take me into ultimate submission.”

Paul nodded like he was seriously listening to the girl. Crazy bitch, he was thinking inside. Why do psychos make the best lays? “You got it baby. I can do anything I want to you, anything at all?”

Nina gave a flirtatious wink. “I’m putting myself totally in your hands. You can do anything your heart desires.”

Paul smiled and put the bag on the bed. Nina’s eyes got wide. “You know what this is baby,” he said. She gave a hesitant little nod. Like she was nervous, Paul thought. He knew what she wanted.
Pulling the leather ring gag out, he told her. “Open your mouth.”

She had trouble opening her small mouth wide enough, but he managed to slip the ring inside and placed it at the front of her mouth, behind her teeth. He then tightened the thick strap around the back of her head, over her long blonde hair. He then cuffed her hands behind her back and had her kneel. Placing a blind fold over her eyes, Paul gave a smile that was almost cruel.

Nina’s heart beat faster. Paul had looked different somehow. She felt him pushing down on her shoulder and she knelt, gasping when his hand brushed her breasts. Next, he put ear plugs in her ears. It was the first time he had done that and as she knelt beside him her little face turned up like a baby bird seeking its mother; she wondered what he had planned next.
 
Whether it was the knowledge that he was almost done or that Nina had worked him up so heavily in the car Paul found that he was hard as a rock. The sight of her wet mouth, beautiful ass, and firm tits were all helpful as well. It was rather ironic, Mr. Coyle telling him what to do, and now that he had the orders he was telling them to Nina. That thought came and went like lightning however as Paul tried to figure out what to do next.

-

Brodie gave a small chuckle in his office. Room 211 was full of hidden camera's and microphones. Everything could be recorded from numerous angles in that room. He had a deal in place with several of the hotel staff, just in case he ever needed a private room for a client or two to stay in while he fetched the merchandise. As he watched Nina and Paul he laughed because of the boys nervousness. Well at least he'd gotten that far, using the tools at hand was a perfect way to begin, but the next part was just as obvious in Brodie's mind. He quickly sent off a text to the boys phone. It red simply: When you get there. Fuck her face. Not a blowjob. Fuck it.

-

Paul gulped noisily, and quickly darted a look at Nina. She hadn't heard a sound apparently and was still tilting her head from side to side. He had just read the text and he was now looking carefully around the room, how the fuck did he know what was going on? He didn't want to be in a porno. Then he reread the text and relaxed somewhat, as he realized it said 'when he got there' not 'do it now.' Looking at her lips he decided to try it, why the fuck not? Who cares if she chokes a little, she'd done it to herself at least twenty times in the past six months... If this was all he had to do to get rid of the obsessive little bitch. He realized he was working himself up to it, but guys like him. Jock's, studs, gangsta's, they weren't supposed to have to do this freaky shit to get laid. All he needed to do was wink at any number of sophomore or freshman chicks and they'd be riding his cock like a normal little slut should. This was all so fucked up.

Finally something gave and he lurched forwards. He slid his hands under her underarms and hoisted onto the bed with ease and gave her a little toss. She floundered incoherently for a second or two before coming to a jolting stop in the middle of the soft bed. He whipped off his clothes much quicker then before and his massive dick sprung loose. Nina had confided, rather unwillingly during one of his angrier moments that his large dick had made their relationships last so long; all of the other guys had been two months max. She said she liked the way it made her feel like a total slut.

"Well... Get ready for it bitch!" He snarled sadistically, and he made sure it was loud enough to reach through the ear plugs. He saw her entire body tense; that tight ass would barely open without a slap at this point, but that wasn't where his cock was heading. He pushed the thick head of his nine inch phallus into her wide open mouth and straight down her throat. Paul didn't stop until he felt his balls on her nose and his shaved pubic hair on her chin. Then he pulled about three quarters of the way out before he started fucking in a rapid, steady fashion, thrusting his soaked cock in and out as fast as he could.

-

"Pffffft, amateur... Not supposed to do it quick and dirty like that you fucktard! Slow. Make her agonize over every thrust, don't let her breathe. Ahh boy, he's got a lot to learn, but at least he's got the tool. I'm sure miss Nina bitch Marie is enjoying that meat. Let's see if i can zoom a little... Ha! Ha... hahaha, perfect! That little cunt is drooling between her thighs." There was no mistaking it, Nina was already close to cumming, if not coming already as her boyfriends large cock pounded down her little throat. Lying on her back with the cuffs underneath her body had to put quite a strain on Nina, but that was something professionals thought about, not Paul Rodrigo. Although in this case it didn't matter, Brodie thought with a sadistic smile playing on his lips. She likes anything that hurts.
 
Nina’s slender, pale hips arched up, her golden triangle visible as Paul thrust brutally hard, his thick cock forcing itself right into the soft tissues of her throat. She was in no sense an innocent, having had sex every way imaginable. Once, she had even slept with a quarterback and linebacker on the same night. Her poor little body had felt sore for days after, but she had loved every moment of it. But no man had treated her so casually, the pain of his thrust felt like a hair brush being shoved down her throat, it irritated her gentle tissues and brought tears to her eyes.

She would have gagged, thrown up, but instead her mouth acted like she was swallowing a long piece of meat, lodged deep in her throat, so thick that the outline of Paul’s oversized cock was visible through the walls of her throat. The hard, throbbing sensation of pain as it forced open her esophagus and the scared feeling of being suffocated as it filled the sides of her throat elicited an almost orgasmic response from the young woman.

The walls of her vagina showed damp and pink as she thrust her tiny body up from the bed while her boyfriend Paul pinned her head to the bed with his cock like a butterfly pinned to cardboard. Finally, he was acting like the man she had wanted him to be and as her legs kicked and her hips twisted under his assault, even though scared, she knew this was exactly what she wanted, desired, and needed.
 
Paul growled in a bit of frustration. With every thrust of his large cock things got better, but Nina also kept sliding across the smooth bed cover away from his powerful hips. Without really looking, he reached for the best hand hold he could find. It just so happened to be the gap right between her legs. His hand crushed against her pussy, the palm dug into her clit, and his finger pushed the string of her panties right into the narrow crevice of her buttocks. He heard, or felt rather, her moan loudly. The vibrating sent chills up and down his spine in rapid fashion with goosebumps breaking out behind everywhere in between.

There was a moment where all he could feel was her nose breathing heavily along the underside of balls. But then hot, wet pleasure burst along the head of his dick and all the way down to the base where it hovered for a moment in his balls before darting inside his stomach. The powerful muscles there strained against his deeply tanned skin and coiled throughout his body to make the thrust even stronger then all the rest before it. In fact for a moment Paul was sure he'd broken Nina's nose. However her only response was the continued strange gyrations of her hips and clamping thighs. As the thrust finished Paul was compelled to remain where he was, those strange random movements of her legs were morbidly interesting, did that mean she couldn't breathe?

He slowly let his cock out and coiled his hips for another go. This time he went slowly, and the reward for his patience was a long, almost agonized moan from the slutty girlfriend under his hips. This was... Fun... He couldn't believe it. Once again he held his hips tightly against her face, not letting her breathe while he watched those strange thrashings.

-

Well at least the fuck nut can learn... Brodie thought silently, musing as he brought the camera in closer on Paul's fingers where they were digging into the soaking fabric of Nina's panties. With a quick frown he shot off another text message: One last thing Paul... Before you leave, make sure she jerks herself off once. Alone. No help. She won't like it, takes some pics with your phone. Even though Brodie would have plenty of picks, it helped to have back ups. It would also ease Paul's suspicion of being filmed, even though the boy probably wouldn't get the text until he was ready to leave. By the looks of things that would be soon...
 
Nina moaned deep in her throat like an animal as Paul continued to slam his cock into her, his cock head thrusting deep, sinking in and then pulling out before he plunged again into the soft, wet darkness of the fuck-tunnel he had made of his psychotic little girlfriend’s throat. She couldn’t see the joy he took as he sawed up and down, his cock vanishing down her throat, between her pink stretched out lips.

She practically exploded on to his hand when he used her pussy as a casual handle, fingers sinking into her flesh, cruelly stimulating her tender, nerve packed clitoris. For once, she truly felt like a slave, like Paul’s fuck toy. It was an incredible, painful, erotic rush and she had no desire to end it. When she finally felt Paul pulsing his orgasm into her throat, then pulling out so that his cock head filled her mouth once more, she nearly chocked as her mouth filled with is ejaculate, white strands staining her lips and chin, before he plunged in again.

The sounds he had made as he shook the bed were dim behind the plugs and she could see nothing as he pulled away. Frantically, her face turned blindly seeking him. She could not know he was reading a text, gaining instructions on what to do next. If she had known, would she care?

Paul stood there above her with a dirty little smile. He almost felt guilty about this, but her incessant whining to be a sex-slave had gotten to him. He wanted steady sex. But he also wanted a girlfriend who just liked hard, dirty sex. Pulling out his cell phone, he put it into camera mode.

Then, taking one of the earplugs out of her ear, he said in a firm, commanding voice. “I’m giving you a chance Nina. This is your choice. If you can make yourself cum right now, you will be made into a genuine sex-slave, no more choices for you. But if you don’t come, then you’re just a dirty little game playing whore.

Nina whimpered at his words, looking very young. He reached down and undid her hand cuffs. Her wrists looked bruised where she had pulled against the cuffs unconsciously for something, not escape certainly. Suddenly Paul’s voice took on a different note. It was almost caring. “Nina if you don’t want to be a slave, a real slave, then stop now.”
He shook his head as her slender hand moved between her thighs. He had backed away and she was alone on the bed, her hand moving in small circles around her pussy. Her face looked almost ecstatic as if this was a religious experience. And in a way, for her it was.

She was imagining a rough barbarian grabbing her, raping her. He would weld a metal collar around her neck perhaps; she would be a Viking slave girl. She’s visibly getting excited as Paul watches, her hips rocking against her hand. She imagines being turned over, maybe fucked in the ass. It was her least favorite form of sex, but she had always loved it when a boyfriend turned her over and took her anally. It made the fantasy so much easier.

Nina is visibly sweating now, her breath coming out faster as her hands enter the pussy, her legs gaping open wide, looking like an obscene cheerleader with her long, golden hair laying spread out on the pillow, a ring gag causing drool to run down the side of her mouth. She’s damp and moist and she begins to tease her little bruised clitoris imagining that Paul’s words were real.

I’m a slave if I come, she thought. Make it real in my mind. She imagined that Paul actually had the balls to enslave her, take her to some cabin and tease her into submission, tying her up and fucking her regularly. She had forgotten her stupid barbarian slave girl fantasy in favor of making Paul the kind of man who would enslave a girl. As her hand touched her clit hood and then encircled it experimentally, her hips jerked in a sudden reaction. She trapped her clitoris between her index and middle fingers and began to roll it back and forth, letting out sharp little gasps as her breath comes even faster now.

It’s building inside her, she feels it and then her face turns red and her body jerks spasmodically. A smile of pride came into her face. Would he make her a slave now? Her tongue pushed against the gag, she wanted to talk to him, say something. But his firm hand took hold and soon he was cuffing her to the bed. This time he also cuffed her ankles to separate bed posts. Just put before he put her earplug back in, Paul told her in a quiet voice. “Nod your head if you want to be a slave, a fuck-toy, if I can do anything I want to you?
Without hesitation her small heart shaped face nodded up and down. What a whore, he thought before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Then silence.
 
Paul figured what the hell? What's one more time? He wasn't entirely sure if his 'agreement' with Mr. Coyle would allow for him to fuck Nina's tight pussy again, ever. That last word made it too hard to even think about. He bounded onto the bed and lowered himself right on, and into Nina's gushingly wet pussy. He slipped in easily even though she was still nearly as tight as the day he'd first fucked her. It didn't take long for him to get right in rhythm, his strong arms lifting her small frame off the bed and stretching each limb against the cuffs that held her locked to the bed tightly. His thrusts were swift and fast, just how all the girls like it rubbing it constantly against their g-spot.

-

Brodie smirked. Nina wasn't all the girls, he knew exactly what was going through Paul's mind at that exact moment. He also knew the boy was dead wrong. Glancing down he watched as his photo printer spewed print after print of different angles from Nina's ordeal at her own hands and hands of Paul. However none of the pictures actually showed the boys face, Brodie was careful about that, the primary objective of this collage was Nina and any other face would be a detriment to her beauty and... Well... Inner slut... As Brodie liked to refer to it. It was the drive that these sorts of submissive had to go towards the end of their limit and beyond, even if they tried to stop along the way there was no way they would be able to stop themselves.

Only weak, or strong willed dom's could stop their inevitable plunge. Depending on how you looked at it. Brodie considered them weak, unable to stay the course, unable to train their slave they were meant to train their slave. Once he got started with Nina he wouldn't finish until she'd crossed every line and broken every barrier. When he was finished with her, he would be filthy rich, and she would find meaning in her young, listless life. Even now he could see it in her nubile young body. It reacted to the slobs sloppy fucking, but it was probably only because of how massive the boys tool was, not the way he used it. She was already growing bored even though she had no control over how the boy was rutting into her like a pig.

"Mr. Coyle to the rescue..." He whistled happily as he collected the photographs and single sheet of paper which he had typed a few things out on. The last thing he did as he got into the car and started it, was text Paul: Leave her as she is now. Go home. Then he was off, speeding towards the hotel. He figured he would just make as the boy walked out of the hotel, and he arrived thirty seconds ahead of schedule. Brodie walked up the stairs as Paul rode the elevator down.

Brodie had his own key and he opened the door softly, and closed it just as gently.

Walking softly over to Nina he checked all of her bonds, and the slipped a pair of ear guards worn by helicopter pilots. They cupped both her ears in a truly soundless vacuum to cover the noise Brodie made as he tacked, taped, stapled, and hung many different sizes of photographs around the room. Even framing a few. The biggest lay in the wall directly in front of Nina, under which he placed her clothes neatly folded, a letter, and a small wooden box which contained a small egg vibrator and a long snake of anal beads of smaller size.

Brodie took a few more pictures for his own private collection before replacing the handcuffs around her wrists and ankles, one by one, with timed cuffs. After a set interval they would release their prisoner. He set each for five minutes before removed the ring gag from Nina's mouth and replacing it with a ball gag that better kept her voice muffled. Then he left, shutting the door softly behind him. When Nina popped free she would be in a very new, and very scary world that was no longer dominated by the rich and frightened. It would be dominated by him. Him alone.

The note read thus:

To Nina,

These pictures are my leverage. Your body is your leverage. They are equally balanced, but if you do not strictly obey all of my rules and regulations you will loose your leverage and I will let mine go. To your parents first and the entire school to follow. Do as I say, and once your leverage becomes complete I may some day have no need of mine. You will call me only Sir. "Master Sir" or "Mr. Sir" or "Dear Sir." Anything else will be several punished, even if it slips from your luscious lips by mistake.

You first task is this. In the wooden box there are two tools, I am sure you know how to use each. You must wear them the entire day tomorrow. The egg must be set on low, never any other setting. You don't deserve it. Between each period of your classes at Marino Hill High School you have seven minutes to get to class, you will use five of them to bring yourself to orgasm in the female bathroom. I suggest you choose one close to the next class.

Each time you bring yourself to orgasm you must remove the beads and reinsert them. They may NOT get dirty. I would suggest an enema before school, during gym, and before cheer leading practice. You may remove the egg after school, but not the beads. After practice you will return to this hotel room. Blind fold yourself. Gag yourself. Place the egg in your asshole with the beads. Then finally cuff your hands behind your back.

Failure to comply will result in the immediate release of all pictures.

I will call you many names. None will be yours, least of all Nina. Until you have earned them.

~ Sir
 
For the longest time even after the handcuffs released her, Nina lay on the bed feeling a sort of ecstatic glow through her body. She ached in so many places. But those mild pains only enhanced that lovely feeling of being well-used. She could feel Paul’s essence leaking out from between her thighs. Her throat felt almost raw. Her wrists were bruised and her body ached in so many other interesting places from Paul’s forceful fucking her. Her mouth curved into an unconscious smile. She could almost love Paul at this moment. He had finally taken charge, given her what her pretty little mouth had begged for so often.

Slowly, she rolled over and sat up, shaking out her long, blond hair, a disheveled golden aura encircling her head. An exquisite fragile beauty, only seventeen, almost anyone would be forgiven for thinking her almost an innocent angel. But not just then, she had the look of a purring, supremely satisfied cat.

Removing the blindfold and peeking out from underneath her lashes, she froze as she saw the pictures. Reaching up, she took off those headphones that had made it impossible to hear and then unstrapped the ball gag. Stretching her mouth, she enjoyed the freedom from the gag. Then, her lips gave a puzzled moue. I don’t recognize this gag or blindfold, she thought. They weren’t from her toy bag. With a smile, she gave Paul another mental check mark, loving his initiative.

As she walked around the room, she paused before each picture. Her face held a look of confused disbelief, but also a bit of awe. “It’s like I’m a porn star,” the small teen whispered. She couldn’t believe Paul had videotaped their sex. She would never in a thousand years have thought he had it in him. Slowly, she gathered each picture together, taking them down one by one. “I have to see this video,” she said with a giggle.

When she reached the wooden box, she clapped excitedly looking like a child receiving a birthday present. What had Paul come up with next? Opening the box, she pulled out the egg vibrator and anal beads with a sultry smile. She definitely recognized the purpose of these toys. Picking up the letter, she read it.

Oh my fucking God! Paul must have read a book or something. He didn’t have that kind of creativity, not in bed, not in life. This was incredible. She felt a rush of warmth and affection for her boyfriend. Everyone else she had dated, kissed, or fucked had failed her on so many levels. Going into the bathroom, she showered, enjoying the feeling of hot water on her naked body, washing away the sweat and sex-stains.

When she walked out, a tiny naked girl still wet and damp, she spread the pictures of herself over the bed and picking up the egg vibrator, she lay down among them and began to masturbate a second time, her small body rocking with moans, a look of ecstasy on her face. Thoughts of tomorrow playing through her mind like a pornographic movie as she came again and again.

Finally, she put on her clothes with a smile wondering what Paul would come up with tomorrow. The next day, Nina practically floated into school. She wore a tight green checked skirt that hugged her slim hips and rear in a way that flirted with violating school policy. She wore deep red lipstick to show off her wide, smile. Nina was a girl who bounced rather than walked on the best of days, but today she seemed almost unable to hold still, her small body in constant squirming motion as she shifted from one foot to the other.

Her breasts were smaller than average, but fit her size and definitely weren’t flat. She had worn a white blouse with a little green tie around her neck. Her blonde hair had been done in a thick braid that ran down her back. Finally, her small, cute feet and hands were painted red as well, to accentuate and complete her perfectly made up appearance. When she saw Paul, he had a look of shock on his face as if he had not expected to see her.

But she just came up to him and gave him a sweet hug and a kiss on the face. Then she whispered in his ear, “morning master.” Never the most attentive girl in class, Nina seemed almost dazed at times as she pretended to listen to the lectures. Once, she held up her hand and asked to be excused.

In the bathroom, Nina barely made it to the stall before letting out a soft moan as she came for it seemed the umpteenth time that morning. Carefully, she removed the anal beads, wincing slightly as each one emerged, a sensuous tug at a time. Clean from the enemas she had given herself, still she washed them. Blushing when a girl walked in and looked at her curiously, Nina stepped back into her stall.

At lunch, Nina was the perfect girlfriend from Paul’s perspective. Attentive, blushing, sweet, her eyes shining with something very akin to infatuation as she offered to bring him food. If she walked slightly different, it only enhanced the sway of her tender young hips as Paul watched his beautiful young girlfriend bring him food and kiss him and just acting like he was the best thing she had ever heard of.

At cheerleading practice, she bobbled several lifts. Her breath coming out in quick little pants, and if walking around school had been hard, participating in an athletic sport--cheerleading--was insanely hard. She came several times as she felt hands on her body as they lifted her up. As small as she was, she tended to be the girl at the top of the pyramid.

Her hands were twitching when as she drove back to the hotel. I can’t take much more of this, she whined. The constant stimulation was too much even for a sensual sexual girl like herself. It was becoming painful. She couldn't wait to see what Paul came up with next. Little, delicate grunts emerged from her tiny mouth as she fit the egg into her tiny brown hole. "Fuck," she said. "You'll pay for this Paul." Her desire for slavery was fading a bit with this orgasmic day. Taking the blindfold, she put it on and then with difficulty managed to handcuff herself. You better come soon, she thought as she started to kneel down.

Suddenly, she remembered the gag lying on the bed. Oh jeepers! She forgot the gag. Stumbling to her feet, she blindly found her way to the bed and after a while, managed to pick up the gag in her teeth. It wasn't exactly stopping her from talking if she chose to drop it, but she had tried. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs held tightly together and began to shift as the vibrator gently tormented her. It wasn't quite as orgasmic as when it was in her vagina, but the continued low vibration definitely sent shivers through her body.
 
The school day had passed remarkably quickly for Brodie. He had expected a monotonous day of not being able to get the images of Nina out of his head. Instead he'd almost been too busy to catch site of the girl when she entered into his classroom. This probably stemmed from the fact that in his class students actually enjoyed their work, since half the time they spent on myspace or facebook as they worked on websites and computer projects. Still, most of the time he knew he was getting through to them because of the large volumes of questions that he was always dealing with. Word had gotten out that he was a hard ass, he didn't work for any of their parents, and even at his young age he already had tenure with the school. Brodie was about as close to untouchable as it came working in Marina Hills area. The kids new it. The parents knew it. They had to work for their grade in his class.

That being said he took it fairly easy on them, so he typically got the best results from students. It was a win-win situation.

It was also 'epic win' as the nerds from his classes would say, because his computer was a massive machine that had links to every imaginable piece of electronic equipment in the school. Camera's, fire alarms, metal detectors, air conditioning units, even the furnace could be controlled from Mr. Brodie's desk. But more importantly for him, nobody could monitor his activity, so he could easily remote into his computer at home which in turn was connected to several more... Private camera stations here at the school. They were mostly in the girls bath and locker rooms.

That was how he was able to monitor Nina in between classes. The rest of the day he could monitor her on the schools on camera system, that had been installed to prevent anymore sexual harassment suits from being filed against the school by over-sexed and emotionally unstable girls that thought they were women. Brodie had tapped into those camera's a long time ago.

He had taken a few pictures and put together a few more collages just to be sure he had enough embarrassing evidence to keep Nina quiet. Though she pretended to be brain dead half the time, Brodie had long ago learned not to underestimate anyone. He had also begun a collection of videos of each of Nina's sexual exploits. Everything from the time Paul Rodrigo had fucked her mouth up until the very last orgasm in the girls locker room when she removed the egg and gave herself another enema. He even had a few 'vintage' videos from before she had become his target. Simple things like sucking off Paul in the bathroom, or fingering herself to a nice little cum in the gym when she was all alone. Little things that gave them a little history. They'd be perfect for the previews whenever he decided to start shopping her tight little ass around.

Brodie had been debating about whether or not to text Paul back to the hotel, but he decided against becoming the puppet master. It had been far too long since he had taken his last hands on case that his fingers were itching to dig into that unblemished flesh and make it his, and only his. Other could have a taste... For one hundred, one thousand, or maybe even five thousand dollars. It would all depend on what they desired.

With a last breath he pushed the door to the hotel room open. It closed behind him softly on it's own. He smiled at the blindfold as it turned directly towards him, but the smile dropped as his eyes dropped to the gag held in place only by Nina's teeth. Without a word he tossed his heavy sports bag on the floor and walked until he was directly in front of Nina. She looked glorious, everything about her just screamed innocence when the truth was she had a dark, depraved mind that craved to be used and abused to the point that she was screaming STOP! Only... Really... She would be whispering softly to keep on going.

With decent speed and natural strength Brodie roughly grasped Nina's hair and used her shoulder to flip her onto her stomach with her legs hanging off the bed. He pulled the ponytail up, forcing her face into the soft covers, while he roughly pulled the leather straps of the gag around her head and tightened them until he heard her whimper. The leather creaked and then snapped as the metal buckle slipped into place. Then Brodie leaned forward and whispered in a low voice that was most positively not Paul Rodrigo's.

"Hello there my little cunt... It looks like you've had quite the productive day," As he spoke his strong but smooth fingers pushed between her legs and pulled her wet panties down in one swift tug. "I hope these things are all in place," Roughly, and without warning besides his vague mention of them, Brodie thrust his finger inside her clenched, buzzing asshole. He hooked a part of the beads, and began pulling them out slowly as he listened to Nina's ragged, frightened breathing. A particularly sharp whimper as the last bead and egg jammed her tiny asshole and couldn't escape brought a deeply sadistic chuckle from deep inside of Brodie's chest.

"What's wrong cunt? Expecting someone else?"

Then with a bit more strength added he forced both the vibrator and bead out at the same time. Moments later he watched Nina sag to the floor after he had let go of her hair. Her legs spread for the smallest of moments and immediately he pushed his foot under her skirt and between her legs. Brodie didn't put much pressure on his foot, not enough to hurt her, but he didn't want her trying anything until he had spoken once again.

"That is all you are today. A fucking cunt. You earned it, you came more times then most whores do in a year... But... But you're not a whore yet. Just a cunt. An ugly little cunt. A dirty cunt." With his foot Brodie flicked the skirt up onto her belly and then removed his foot. Immediately her legs closed. "Cunt," He said sharply, in a voice that he never used at school. "Open your legs. I want to look at what I am talking to. Open them. Now."
 
Sheer black fright swept through Nina when strong arms grabbed her and manhandled her onto the bed. Even though she couldn’t see, something told her this wasn’t sweet, docile Paul anymore. She tried to spit out the gag and scream, but even though she had it out momentarily, the man – for only a man could have such strength – had squeezed her lips apart and forced the ball gag back in, securing it tightly, strapping it down with lip bruising, almost painful force.

Although Nina saw herself as submissive slave material, in truth, she had been utterly spoiled growing up. She was used to having anything she wanted and her desire to be treated like a sex-slave – fostered by sneaking in and watching her brother’s hard core pornography and reading his stack upon stack of dirty novels – was one more toy she had whined for and expected to be given. She wanted the delicious afterglow that always came with submission, the release of endorphins that came when Paul had spanked her, hurt her a little. In all these cases, though, she had very much been the one in control.

Some might call it dominating from below or topping, with Nina, she had driven Paul mad with her demands, her little pouts, her babyish lisp that she affected when she wanted something. But this was not Paul anymore. And she felt desperately out of control.

Her little body began to shiver and tears welled up in her pretty eyes as a stranger removed the anal beads, one nerve wracking pop at a time, each one sending a small electric spike of sensation through her exhausted, nervous body. She was scared. Not of rape, but of the unknown, who was this?

The man’s voice sounded almost familiar. But she knew no one who had that deep, snap of command in his voice. An intonation that said he would have his way. When the man began to instruct her, her shuddering body almost slowed down. It was as if she were listening to a rescue beacon. She needed to understand and he was telling her something.

When he called her cunt, she couldn’t withhold a quick shudder as her vagina flooded with more dampness. The foot pushing up her skirt told her something and then he spoke, “Cunt, open your legs.” Her hips arched upward as if answering him with a blatant display of her pussy and her thighs fell open, displaying her curly, golden triangle of hair that covered her labial lips, which gaped open ever so slightly, displaying the pink femininity of her body.

She didn’t know this man. But he seemed forceful and her little heart pounded out an uneven rhythm in response. She wished he would take off the gag. Surely, he would want to hear her words. Her face seemed to search. Was Paul in this room?

Nina spread her legs wider even and arched up so that her feet were pressed firmly against the bed, her ass slightly off the bed. Blind, silent, the tiny doll like girl now called Cunt communicated her subservience through action.
 
The sight in front of Brodie would have made Paul feel uncomfortable. Not with the simple discomfort of an erection, but the nervous wrecked feeling of not knowing what to do next. The thought flashed through Brodie's mind at that instant for some reason that he could not pinpoint until he realized why Nina was turning her head. "Looking for someone?" He hissed softly. His voice alone brought her head snapping back towards his general direction. There was a real fear permeating the room, filling her muscles with tension that could not be replicated or produced any other way. She had to fear him, fear the unknown. With a gentle pat on her tight little belly just above the small tuft of hair he whispered that she shouldn't move a muscle. He knew she wouldn't even dare to let her tight ass brush against the bed cover beneath her.

Not while she could hear that he was still there, just in the bathroom, filling a bowl with warm water and opening the cabinet to remove an item before closing it. He returned and placed the bowl on her right, slide a towel under her hovering ass, and the items on her left. Gently he took a sponge full of the warm water and draped it over her pussy. He rubbed the warm water in carefully; making sure to get the small patch of pubic hair especially wet.

Then there was a hissing sound, and moments later he was spreading the shaving cream over those carefully manicured pieces of hair that screamed she was a woman, but also careful about how she took care of herself.

"You aren't MY cunt just yet. That is something you will have to earn, cunt. But even if I am not satisfied with you yet you are going to look like my cunt." There was a pause as Brodie stopped lathering and picked something light off the bed, "Hold real still. Because my cunt doesn't have this carpet covering her up." Swiftly and smoothly he removed the cream covered hair. He was obviously experienced, not nicking Nina once and removing all of the hair anywhere near her pussy rather quickly. As he finished he spoke in a breathless whisper, "Marvelous..." Then he blew lightly on the now hairless skin, causing a shiver to run through the entirety of Nina's body.

It wasn't just any shiver either, part of the position and her orgasmic training earlier was to get her like this. So fine tuned that the smallest brush could set her off; if her mind was worked up well enough.

"Did you just cum, cunt?"
 
A disturbing rift in Nina’s sense of self flickered through her as she listened to the flat, absolutely emotionless voice. It gnawed away at her self-confidence and sent fear rippling down her spine all the way to her toes. His hands as he touched her pussy were gentle. But it drove her insane that she couldn’t see them or him. She tried once to speak. The large, bitter tasting ball spreading her jaw to the aching point made it impossible. So she focused on the one thing she could focus on, the sound of this strange, in command man’s voice.

The light touch of his hand on her flat belly, below the navel and above her womanly center was so intense, she felt like she was cramping up, her well-toned stomach muscles clenching tight. The command to maintain position not to move might have been difficult for a less physically active girl, but Nina had done gymnastics through the seventh grade and then switched to cheerleading. An extremely flexible, fit young woman she often ran with her older brother for miles on weekends. Amazingly, her very fitness had seemed to accelerate her sex drive as she entered high school.

Unable to see what he was doing, she froze when he moved away. She wanted to look, to try to get up, but something told her she needed to please this man. Curiously, when he spoke of her as ‘his cunt,’ she almost reacted with relief. If she was his, then surely he wasn’t going to murder her. An odd, but realistic thought that had teased and tormented the back of her mind.

The scraped of the razor, the odd feeling of the blade against her pussy puzzled her momentarily, but girlishly, she quickly identified what was being done to her. While she didn’t know it now, the hairless pussy made her look very young as Brodie finished and while the breath upon her pussy didn’t make her cum, it did send a sensuous shiver up her body.
When he asked, she froze. What was the right answer? Lie? What would please him? She did nothing, staying quiet and still.
 
The lack of an answer was... Disappointing, but only in the instance. It quickly filtered as Brodie reminded himself that this girl was not his yet. Just as he had informed her moments beforehand. She was not ready to be preened around others of the Society, nor waltzed in front of the highest bidder. Even with her incredible looks and incredible drive she was simply not ready. She needed to be broken and then fixed, destroyed and then rebuilt. The roller coaster had begun and there was no telling how many times it would go up, down, or upside down before it was finally over. It was rather psychedelic even.

"When I ask a cunt a question I expect an answer."

There was a little chortle as she tried to answer, or excuse herself without remembering that she was gagged. Then a shake of her head that caused her rigid body to move side to side in a swaying motion on the bed.

Brodie stopped her swaying with two fingers plunging into her wet and bald cunt. He spoke dully and told her precisely that she needed to cum. He moved his fingers steadily, in a monotonous way that mirrored his voice in a very strange way. He pulled out slowly, very slowly, then pushed both digits in until they curled on their own and thudded against her g-spot. Each ramming thrust nearly dislodged Nina from her pose on the bed. He reminded her only one time that she was not to move. Once she had cum he repeated his command in the same bored voice. His intention was simple, all of his commands were to be followed without question and often with little reward. Brodie continued to pound away at her now raw cunt for several more orgasms until Nina was covered in sweat and her nostrils flared violently with every breath she took. He knew her back had to be aching by this point.

Leaning over her prostate form he whispered in her ear after the last orgasm had dwindled down to but a quiver in her belly.

"Now you are my cunt," With those words his cock rubbed along her abused pussy. Teasing her wet lips, but not entering. He simply slid along the bare skin over and over again until without a word or even a grunt he deposited his load on her flat stomach. Several strands reached over her belly button and a small pool of semen deposited there. Without a moments pause he spoke; still in complete control of his voice and breathing.

"You may kneel, on the floor."

Nina complied quickly, gratefully perhaps. Brodie watched as the cum glided down her cunt and began to stick to her skin.

He then carefully released the ball gag and removed it from her mouth.

"Who are you?" He asked carefully, with his hand poised unknowingly over the bits of wet semen left on her flesh.
 
Nina’s body had exploded into orgasm so many times today. Her lithe internal muscles were exhausted and quivering, yet the sheer eroticism of obeying this stranger, not knowing whose hand was manipulating her cunt had her small body jerking spasmodically in yet another explosive release. Her hips began to arch against his hand, but when she did, he stilled her with a touch.

She was to remain still and accept his touch. Nina began to cry as she was teased again and again to the peak of release and the explosively tipped over the edge. Few women had the sex drive Nina had been born with, the sex drive she had developed seducing countless boys over the last few years. She forced her ass to remain in the air, aching, still, she came again and again.

She hurt. When she felt a strange cock, she shuddered, but never thought of this as rape. And finally, when the cold wet feel of his semen stained her belly, she felt almost proud, though still so afraid.
At his command, she knelt, semen dripping down her fair, unmarked belly. When he removed the ball gag, she shuddered. “Who are you?” The words echoed in her brain, stained her mind.

“Yours sir,” she whispered, knowing it was true. Her sweet face looking up in his direction, though unable to see due to the blindfold. Her tiny form still shivering slightly with tension.
 
"Good." The slight acknowledgment of a job well done was followed rapidly by a taste of his two fingers mixed as they were with her cunt juices and his semen. She licked them clean in a hurry and seemed eager for more. Brodie fed this fire by asking her a series of questions that simply defined many of the things he had said earlier until all of the wet cum was cleaned from her body and most of it had dried. He could see her lips curling upwards in a smile; she was obviously enjoying what was happening to her, and the amount of times she had cum had also released enough chemicals into her body that she was probably higher then most junkies.

It was easy to let her ride the high, for now. The higher she rose the further she would have to fall.

She squirmed and shook like an eager race horse on the day of the race. The knowledge that soon she would be moving as fast as she could through a track of deliciously simple sexual adventures and deviousness was enough to keep her heart racing wildly. Brodie only brought the tension higher with his commands as he packed up his belonging's. But first he inserted the small egg shaped vibrator into her ass and turned it to the lowest setting; knowing full well that it wouldn't be quite enough to cause an orgasm on it's own. Not without a little help. He taped the controls to her thigh and made sure the wire didn't flutter around loosely. Then he spoke.

"Tomorrow is Friday. You are going to wear this during your entire day at school as well as your night tonight. Remove it only if you need to poop, do not let it get dirty. Do not cum. All day. You are not strong enough to stop yourself from having a orgasm. Do not try to rub yourself and stop short. It will only make things worse. Skip practice and come directly here. There will be a blindfold, ring gag, head phones, and handcuffs. Use everything and do not forget."

There was a soft whir of air and then the tearing of paper. Brodie had what he had just said translated from speech to text as he spoke. The portable printer had just printed out the text quickly. He laid the paper on the bed next and moved behind Nina. Quickly he replaced the cuffs on her wrists with more time delayed cuffs. Then he finished packing and stood by the door. He turned to say one last thing:

"If you want the instructions I gave you they are on the bed. Take them or not, there are no excuses."

Then the door closed softly. Fifteen minutes later the cuffs popped open.
 
Nina felt stunned by these events. Her pink tongue swished around her teeth, tasting a man’s semen. The indefinite article “a” held brutal significance. She had been shaved and nearly fucked by a stranger, a man who’s named she didn’t know. She felt on an emotional roller coaster where the ride might just end with a plummeting fall. When the handcuffs finally released her, she moved slowly like a woman after an automobile accident. She felt almost overwhelmed by the orgasms, the shaving, every little detail burned into her mind.

Slowly, she knelt by the bed and allowed the events to wash over her again, replaying every action, every touch in her mind. A smile teased her lips. One hand crept between her thighs. But then she jerked it away as if burned. No touching herself! Frankly, an orgasm was the last thing she wanted.

Turning, she read the instructions again with a wicked little smile. And then she went home. During the night, she tossed and turned. The low vibration kept her awake most of the time and drove her just a little crazy. Breakfast was an orange and half a bagel with cream cheese.

Quickly, she kissed her daddy goodbye. The tall, silver-haired business man, so elegant in his dark blue pinstripe suit bent down and gave his princess a kiss. The knowledge of what was lodged in her ass, the thought of what might happen later today lent a certain je ne sais quo to the moment. She gave him a quick hug and waved as he left.

Nina went through her day in a daze. Paul shepherded her to many of her classes and sat by her during lunch. For this, she was grateful. At practice, she pleads cramps and asked to be excused. Since she was a solid participant of the team who made almost every practice, her excuse was accepted. Forty minutes later, she knelt eagerly in the hotel room again prepared as he had requested, blindfolded, gagged, and cuffed.

A piece of scented lavender paper lay in front of her. On it, she had tried to write out her feelings.

Paul,

I don’t know if this is you or someone you’ve hired. But my deepest desire is to be your slave, your pet, your little toy. If I cry or beg at times, I know now you are strong enough to ignore my tears and make me into what I truly desire. Hurt me if you need to, fuck me as you please. I have given myself to you, body and soul.

Nina Macon

The man who read the note would see that she had drawn tiny little hearts above each lower case “I.” And she had signed her name at the bottom with a little happy face drawn next to Nina. She was dressed in schoolgirl plaid with white underpants that showed because of the way she had knelt waiting, with her skirt hiked up around her thighs. Eagerly she waited for what would happen next.
 
The gag that Nina wore today was specially made. It was not just a simple ring or metal that looked like a fancy toy that somehow came apart in a trick manner. In fact there was little metal on the inside of her mouth; it was mostly rubber and her teeth could bite into it slightly, but because it was rubber it was constantly trying to expand larger then her small jaw could handle. It was only a fraction of inch extra that was needed, but that was more then enough to cause a very pronounced strain after several hours of wearing. The pain would start in the back of the jaw, but before long it would move even deeper back until it felt like a headache at it's worse, radiating from the core outwards.

Brodie knew he had to be careful with the timing of it, because it had literally destroyed one of his many projects years ago when he had left her with the very same gag in place for three straight days. She had gone insane and had to be kept on a constant pain killer that was addictive as hell. She was off in some recovery clinic now, and would probably never fully recover.

He arrived only minutes after Nina did and approached her kneeling form. He glanced at the letter but did not read it, or touch it. Instead he wrapped her wide open mouth and nose in a chloroform filled handkerchief. She passed out in seconds. Brodie used the maintenance elevator to get her into his car and drive her to the O'Henry bar not six blocks from the hotel, she began to wake up once they were inside the back room of the bar. She still had the headphones on, but obeyed his tugging command on her shoulder as she followed him through the already noisy bar.

If she could have heard the cat calls, whistles, and lurid descriptions of her hot ass and kinky clothes she probably would have been proud.

As it was she could only feel the many rough, grabbing hands on her ass and smooth legs.

Brodie had always insisted that the bathrooms remained clean if the bar wished to remain on his long list of clients, and old O'Henry even cleaned the john himself from time to time because of how popular Brodie and his girls were. As they entered he noticed they were still spotless. When the door shut behind him the sounds outside were reduced to a murmur, though a busy one. He pulled Nina with him into the middle stall and sat her on the toilet (seat and cover down) facing the stall to the right.

Besides being able to inflict horrible pain on the wearer the ring gag in Nina's mouth had special attachments to it. It could latch to the stalls side right where a thick whole was cut in the stall. It had the word 'cock' written on the top and bottom to emphasize the obvious of what came through the whole. There was a release button in the other stall, but also a short chain that also connected to the gag. That way Nina could be pulled into a locked position, and released from the other side of the stall.

The stall itself was also special, as it only locked from the outside.

Finally Brodie removed the headphones from Nina's ears. He whispered in one gently, "Count the cocks, cunt."

Then he stood up and left. He purposefully left the headphones off so that Nina could hear every filthy fucking word these Irish, Scottish, and whatever the hell-ish other assholes used this joint. He would be paid eighty percent of the revenue, and O'Henry would probably still come out with about ten thousand at least, but he didn't care. This was just an easy way to make money, but there was no better way to break a slave like Nina. The combination of the pain from that gag while she was abused and molested (plenty of hands would reach under the stall, even though they weren't allowed in) would begin the cracking. The self-doubts. He could already hear the questions inside of her head.

"Is THIS what being a slave really means?"

Yes.

Yes it was.

Just not in the way you think, cunt.
 
The video-feed showed Nina had slept curled in a tiny ball, one small hand buried between her thighs. Once or twice, bruised lips muttered in her sleep incomprehensible snatches of distressed words, “... no, no, want to go home.” She woke oh-so slowly, tugging the simple white down pillow tightly over her blond head, refusing to acknowledge that she was no longer asleep. When she finally sat up, she stretched her arms above her head and looked around with a dazed start.

This wasn’t her room? A wave of apprehension crashed into her as bits and pieces of last night littered her memory like broken planks washed up on shore after a shipwreck. Her sleep filled eyes stared out into her space, a room not much bigger than her walk in closet at home. Two of the walls were bare cement, the others unpainted plaster board.

It looked like--and she would later learn was--a portion of an unfinished basement walled off into a private room. Her own room at home was furnished in pink and white with a beautiful, antique canopy bed. Although overflowing with stuffed animals and dolls and other relics of an indulgent childhood, it was always meticulously neat, dusted, everything in its place thanks to the daily maid service her father employed.

It contrasted starkly with her present room, utilitarian and frighteningly bare. Someone had installed a white "Wellworth" toilet in one concrete floored corner. The cheapest toilet available through Amazon, it was clean and worked. Not far from there, she saw a water tap near the floor above an inset drain. It was the kind you might attach a hose too or a washing machine perhaps. Standing up, she realized she had slept on more a cot than a bed. She had to have been exhausted to sleep for if she bounced on the thin mattress, she would feel the wire frame below her.

Her hand crept wonderingly up to her mouth, the gag was gone. She shuddered and fell back onto the bed, recalling last night, the horror and fear and disgust. Glancing at one slender leg, she saw in thick black marker the words “Swedish Whore.” She began to cry as she remembered,

“Fucking A!” The voice sounded young, his words slurred from alcohol. “Where’d this bitch come from?”

“Some Swedish whore who came over here for the summer,” another voice said with a laugh. “I guess she wanted the full American experience.” Seconds later, a hard cock slid into the warmth of her mouth and began to probe within, his male hips sliding back and forth as he did his best to get that soft friction stimulating it. It didn’t take long before he shuddered and more sperm began to run out the side of her mouth. “Well, she’s sure getting it,” he laughed.

Hands had then reached under the stall and grabbed at her leg. She felt someone draw or write on her. She had wanted to scream and kick, but she could only endure the next strange cock in her mouth and the acrid, bitterness of more sperm flooding down her throat and washing over her lips. As this particular man pulled out, she remembered him laughing cruelly. “Hell Skeeter,” the man sneered to someone. “You could do a better job sucking me off than this lame bitch.” There was more laughter and her leg had been freed.

With each cock, the mental number she was keeping track of had gone up.

Her mind flashed back to the present. Her legs pressed tight together and she held herself as if she was providing a child with comfort. It was cruel. She bitterly hated the words on her leg. She wasn't a whore; anything she had done wasn’t for money. She might be stupid, but not a whore.

Looking closer at her body, she saw that someone had dressed her in a girlishly gorgeous silk baby doll pajamas, pink with a scoop neck and bow at the center. It was sleeveless with three tiers of ruffles accenting it. Since the pajama bottoms didn't quite clear her hips, she also wore lace panties that had their own ruffled accents. She noted the word, “Juicy” was scripted along the right side of the panties.

She had always been able to block out the darkness and already, the horror of last night was receding a bit. There was a dresser, very simple and plain along one short wall. She spotted something on it. A blindfold style mask, thick headphones, and handcuffs, there was also a stack of dirty, wrinkled one dollar bills.

Slowly, hands shaking, she counted them out. The exact number she had told the man when he took her away last night, the number of cocks that had enjoyed her mouth. “No,” she screamed and threw the bills on the floor.”

Looking up at one of the video cameras so visible, she used her childishly lisping voice with tears shimmering on her lashes, “I want to go home.” Few men had ever resisted her helpless appearance and she was putting everything into it. “Pleathe,” she said. “I don’t want to be a slave anymore.” What had happened was so far removed from her fantasies and dreams, Nina wanted back in her safe, comfortable bedroom where money came from a trust fund, not a stack of dirty bills. Was she testing the unknown man?
 
Seemingly at her request the door clicked and swung open slightly. For a second or two Nina's hopes would soar higher and higher as no one came through and nothing happened. She could leave! But all of that hope was snapped in a moment as a drunken laugh echoed through the tiny crack, and a dull thud sent the door bursting open. A heavy-set man stumbled in; someone not from the Hills, but rich and well connected. He wore an expensive three thousand dollar suit, two thousand dollar Rolex, and a one thousand dollar pair of shoes. His eyes were blurry and unfocused at first, and the left took slightly longer then the right to focus on Nina. Or in his mind:

"Juicy baaaby! My princccessss." His thick tongue slobbered over the word as he stumbled forwards; managing to somehow shut the door behind him.

-

Brodie glanced at the computer screen with a smirk on his face as he operated the camera's to different angles to get the best of the fear and revulsion sweeping through Nina's face. On another computer screen he was editing a few of his favorite scenes from Nina's stay in O'Henry's place. In particular her puking stomach full of semen all over one of the more well endowed men at the bar. Then the dry heaves that she was forced to endure from their fingers before any other man would even put his cock near the hole. There was something intensely erotic about the spasms of her lean athletic body, especially her stomach. The... What was the right word? The involuntary action... The fact that she couldn't volunteer to stop or start it. That was what turned Brodie on.

Once again he glanced at the screen. Thomas Ware was already having his way with Nina, and try as he might Brodie couldn't get a good angle on her precious little face. The man was massive, and completely hid her already small frame that looked utterly childish now with just her feet, hands, and a strand or two of hair sticking out from beneath the mass of Ware's body. The man was paying quite a fortune to have Nina or 'Juicy' dressed up this way, as a little princess. Apparently he had this massive crush on some little girl, and needed to play out his fantasy.

Absentmindedly Brodie continued to put together his highlight video of the night before while wondering when Nina would figure out that her hair was dyed red.

Brodie gave a frustrated glance at the screen with Mr. Ware rutting like an over sized pig. Hopefully the man would get a little more adventuresome then the missionary position. What did he think this was? A catholic whore house? Brodie cracked his knuckles and continued toying with the video on one screen and adjusting the camera's on the other. Finally he was able to get a shot of Nina's face; it was priceless. He couldn't wait for their... Debriefing in the morning. Once more he cursed his lack of instructions to Mr. Ware as he again began to fuck Nina in the same old missionary style.

Mr. Ware had followed the only two instructions Brodie had given him at least. The first was his entrance, to take his time and give Nina hope. He had liked that one. The second was to put the gag, headphones, and cuffs back on Nina before he left. That way Brodie was able to enter, apply chloroform again, and take Nina with him back to the hotel without any problems. He trussed her up on the bed careful to splay her out wide and not give her the comfort of rolling into a little ball of fetal weakness.

Her arms were spread and raised; latched to the head board. Her knees were spread a bit wider then her shoulders and also tied to the head board, but her ankles were latched to the bottom of the bed. That way she was kneeling, but the only thing holding her chest up was her wrists tied to the bed.

Brodie swiftly removed the headphones and waited for Nina to awaken. He couldn't wait for this. His cock couldn't wait for this. Her pussy was slick with juices not her own, and while he waited for her to come to he cleaned them off with a towel. Finally he felt her stirring.

"Good morning cunt. It's Saturday, but you haven't received any phone calls from you loving parents or cute little girlfriends. Not a single one is worried about you. They all know how much of a cunt you are. As for your stupid little note," There was the sound of tearing, then of a match, and the smell of burning paper filled the room. "I know what you are cunt..." Carefully, Brodie set his cock against her pussy, "And you are not," He thrust deeply inside of her body, "A slave."

Yet.
 
Hope stirred in Nina when the unpainted steel door swung open. But then a man burst in, a clone of the kind of man her father fucked over in business day in and day out. Her jaundiced eye in the second and a half before his clammy hands took control of her body and swept her to the bed could recognize to the dollar how much he had paid for his customized off-the-rack Brioni suit, his desperate desire to look with his “look at me, I’ve made it Rolex, instead of something understated and elegant like a Vacheron Constantin or Patek Philippe.

The next second, she truly knew the flaw of being delicate and petite in a world where a man could sweep you physically off your feet before you had time to react. His weight on her body, his hot breath, it was humiliating and disgusting as he pawed at her petite body, pressing her down so that she could feel every line of the springs on that cot printing its line into her back, the way the bed creaked from the man’s weight.

Disgust painted her face an ugly shade as the strange man rutted around her body trying to find his way into paradise. Frustrated at the painful feel of his cock pushing everywhere but where it needed to go, she instinctively shifted her hips slightly so that slid deep into her hot tight pussy and almost instantly ejaculated. But instead of withdrawing, he rocked up and down for awhile. It left her feeling ill. She had always chosen tight bodied studs as her lovers, men who made it their business to pleasure her.

When he finally rolled off her, Nina lay there trying to gather herself. She had apparently been dressed in Juicy Couture silk baby doll pajamas for this prick. She pitied the girl she had just stood in for, glancing down at her tight little abdomen and smoothly shaven cunt, she wanted to cry. She had enjoyed the mystery provided by those golden curls. Her attention noticed her hair and she literally screamed. It had been mutilated, dyed red.

No one messed with her hair! Before she could leap to her feet, however, the clown who had just fucked her returned and began to strap on her gag again. For the first time, her slender arms tried to fight back. But as out of shape as this overweight bull was, he easily controlled her feeble effort to resist and soon she was blindfolded, cuffed and gagged once again. When the chloroform came down, she hated it.

Nina came to consciousness feeling muzzy. She quickly realized that she was strapped to a bed. Something about being tied up always got to Nina. It made her feel secured and ironically, almost safe. A familiar voice sounded in her ears and her little head turned toward it. This man was important she knew. Somehow Paul had hired him. But he must have misunderstood Paul’s instructions. Paul would never have wanted any of this to happen to her. She thrust at the gag with her tongue. If only she could explain this would be over.

“No, no,” she wanted to cry as the man spoke. None of it was true, everyone loved her. How could they not? She was so beautiful. She tried to squeeze her thighs shut as she felt his cock head teasing her labial lips and then, groaning as he thrust home. As he began to fuck her, Nina set her little body into motion, pushing back against the pleasurable sensation. Her tiny face screwed itself up in a look of distress as she found herself cresting on an orgasm as she was fucked by this sadistic stranger.
 
Paul had literally just woken up at 2pm on Sunday afternoon. There had been a huge party the night before at his friends house and he was hung over, big time. Not quite sure how he made it home, he cautiously glanced outside into the driveway and was relieved to find his 2010 Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R unharmed sitting in his driveway. He was, however, in different clothes then those that he'd worn to the party. In fact...

"Uhhhh,"

Startled, Paul whipped around to find a head of hair poking out from underneath the covers. A pretty head with lots of silky brown hair. She looked about as hung over as he felt. A smile crept over her face when she asked him if he had a good time. He nodded yes, but if Nina found him here with another chick she would kill him! As the curtained sheet fell off the rest of her body, Paul couldn't help but whistle.

"Damn Kate, you ain't a little girl no more," She had grown real nice breasts, and had her belly button pierced since the last time he'd seen her when she was in ninth grade.

"You said that last night,"

"What else did I say?"

With a delicate kiss Kate winked, "I don't want to embarrass you."

"Mhmm..."

RING!!! The phone startled Paul with his tongue halfway into Kate's mouth. He glanced at it and saw that it was Nina. "Shit..." He murmured, "Did I also mention who my girlfriend was?"

"Yea, but you said that wasn't a problem anymore."

"I did? Oh... Oh yea... Well... Then it isn't." Paul tossed the phone back on the bed and returned his tongue inside of Kate's mouth. She felt great, and there weren't any nervous jitters inside his stomach. No longer did he think of how to please her, he knew that his cock and the sweet romancing that he was damn good at was going to be enough. More then enough. Kate left around five, well satisfied and hopping from foot to foot with her silky smooth hair flowing in the gentle evening breeze. Paul watched her go with a smile, and warm feeling in his gut. Finally, it was over!

The phone rang and he picked it up without even looking at the number.

Big mistake.

"PAUL!!!" Nina's frantic voice screeched over the phone.
 
While Nina frantically spoke to her boyfriend, her mind flew back earlier in the day. After the stranger had thoroughly fucked her, he hadn’t left it there. Taking a small vibrator, he had begun to play it over her clit, enjoying her pleasure as she gasped and moaned.

The man had laughed. “You’re want to come for me Cunt? You’re going to come again, so accept it.” So much had happened, the hours stretching back to when she had voluntarily cuffed herself in this very hotel room had worn down her desire to go on. But as the cruel stranger rubbed the vibrator against her clit, he began to pump his fingers in and out of her hot, voracious pussy. And then, her small body jerking, she did just that, climaxing again, gasping and grunting and jerking against the cuffs, small sounds of pleasure coming from behind the gag.

When her body went limp, he drew his hand away from her pussy and carefully undid the gag, pulling it away from her mouth. Her mouth opened liked a baby bird looking for something and he traced her lips with his fingers, before sliding two into her mouth, teasing her tongue. “Now little cunt,” he told her. “Show me how you like to suck on things.”

Without further encouragement, she began to lick and suck on the fingers so recently in her own pussy, covered with her own juices. “Good girl,” the voice said. She heard him stand and shift and then the fingers vanished and as her mouth remained open, she felt the head of his cock resting on her lips. Opening, she began to suck on the head as inch by inch; he slid it over her lips and over her tongue. Nina sucked frantically as he pushed deeper into her sucking mouth. She heard a moan of pleasure from the man and tilted her head back as he pushed past the back of her throat and down into it. She wanted to gag as always, but in some ways, she felt as if she were born to take cock into her mouth.

At some point, he lifted her up and helped her slide on the shortest, tightest skirt she had ever worn. She couldn’t see it yet, but it was a hot, electric pink. The tiny t-shirt he helped her into fell just below her breasts and had read across them, “I did your boyfriend.” It was also pink. He then slid a pair of pink socks on and strapped her in a pair of four inch fuck me pumps. He laughed. “There you go little bitch, you’re now over five feet tall.”

She had trouble walking as he led her outside and slid her into the back seat of his car. She wasn’t resisting as he buckled her in. When she tried to talk, however, he told her to shut up or pay the price. Her jaw had snapped shut. She realized she was hungry. She hadn’t eaten in hours, except for who knows how much sperm.

He had driven for quite awhile when it happened. A sudden explosion of screeching metal and the air bag deployed, stunning the man. She ripped off her blindfold, but the man was bleeding in the front seat. Unbuckling her seat belt, she opened the back seat and teetered away from the car. It was a terrifying low income neighborhood. And she was frightened. But she kept going, trying to ignore the stares and catcalls as she walked deeper into this inner city slum, dressed like a two-dollar whore.

When she finally found a telephone, she managed to beg some change from a man panhandling nearby. He actually seemed concerned about the little white girl. She had dialed Paul’s number. When he finally answered, her voice screeched "PAUL!!!" into the telephone.
 
Brodie blinked at the sound of a very concerned voice asking him if he was okay. What had happened? He had been driving Nina to-

Nina!

He tried to twist in his seat but a voracious pain tore through his entire back. It was like lightning coursing down from his neck. Suddenly he wasn't quite as concerned about the bitch as he was for his own life. Taking a deep breath he forced his eyes to open and find where that annoying voice was coming from. It was coming from a overweight woman who looked to be in about her thirties, she had an anxious look on her face and was wringing her hands constantly. They were full of rings and her wrists were covered in bracelets. Her nails were neatly manicured, but two were missing.

"What the fuck did you do?" He asked, trying to remember how the accident had happened, because he was in an accident.

She immediately began wailing and crying as she explained that she had three kids and one had some sort of diaper trouble. She hadn't seen him as she pulled out from the side street and then... Brodie held up his hands, "Call nine-one-one. My neck hurts." He sniffed just then, but luckily he could not pick up the scent of any gasoline or fire. Just a little burnt rubber from where he had slammed on the breaks. The woman was frantically calling an ambulance. He just rolled his eyes and cringed a little as another burst of pain shot through his neck.

Brodie must have lost conscious because when he next opened his eyes he was on a backboard with a medic shining a light into his eyes. They asked him all sorts of questions, but the only one he really remembered, "Was their anyone else in the car?" He heard the frantic woman taking a deep breath. He just knew she was going to say something about Nina. So with a burst of air he shouted hoarsely, "No. Just me." The lady had to have more brains then it looked like she had, for she immediately complied. Whether it was the tone or glare that Brodie gave her, she knew to shut the fuck up. Maybe she was just hoping that if she complied he wouldn't sue her for everything she had.

Once the spine collar was released and he found that his neck wasn't in as bad a shape as he thought it was in he decided that he probably wouldn't be suing. He didn't need the money, and he'd rather have a favor owed then the extra cash. After filing the report with the insurance agency and signing a waiver for the hospital to let him go Brodie took a limo to the nearest rental agency and rented a car. The moment he was in it he flipped open his phone and found a text from Paul. 'I've got Nina.'

It was far too late to make the other appointment so Brodie just asked where. The boy and Nina were in the park about four blocks from the school. It was somewhat of a dividing line between the lower income families and upper class. It was where all of the teens and tweens hung out, because the parents of both sides wouldn't take the children there because of the risk of running into someone beneath them. A few dealers hung out here and there, there was a skate park, and lots of biking trails that the rich kids liked to take their dirt bikes out on. Brodie arrived just as the lights in the park came on. They were few and dim, for the teens had all but destroyed most of the lamps. He had sent a text to Paul, instructing him to take Nina out into one of the longer bike paths and have some fun. It wasn't long before he heard the soft grunts and slaps; apparently Nina had forgiven or forgotten all of what Paul had done to her already. Either that or Paul was becoming a little bit less of a pussy then what Brodie had judged him to be.

This was an interesting moment. He would have to play it right in order to continue Nina's training. The grunts and whispers were softer, because they were out in the open, but even then Nina's voice certainly wasn't as demanding and sex crazed as it had been before. She was enjoying the soft touch, the warm comfort of knowing exactly what her lover was going to do.

Brodie snapped on his blinding flashlight and pointed it directly at Nina's face. She cringed and screamed, Paul let out a scared, "What the fuck!" Both of their voices were silenced the moment Brodie opened his mouth a spoke. Nina, because she recognized the powerful voice, Paul because he was able to get a glimpse of Brodie's face.

"What's wrong cunt? Frightened that some one might decide to rape that whoring little hole of yours? Afraid that you'll enjoy it? Get on your knees cunt. And you, fuckhead, pull up your fucking pants... Good. Now, fuckhead, take these handcuffs and put one cuff on the cunts wrist, lock the other off on that tree branch. No. A bit higher up. Good. Now do the same with her other wrist. Excellent. Use this. Write these words, 'Free cunt.' Ah... That's a nice touch, an arrow. Fuckhead, put these on your own wrist."

There was another jingle as more cuffs passed hands. Paul had tied Nina tightly to two different trees. In the middle was his motorcycle that Nina had to lean over slightly in order not to cut the circulation from her hands off. Her little skirt hardly hid what was beneath them. Just then voices began traveling down the path.

Before disappearing into the blackness that consumed the place after turning off his flashlight, Brodie whispered in Nina's ear, "Okay cunt. Time to be just a cunt like you wanted. A free cunt. Remember, this was your idea."
 
The man with electric blue eyes, dressed flowing black clothing, strode through the Elysium Park with an easy stride. The area had a reputation for drug and gang activity--especially this time of night--but not much scared Frank “Cloud” Daniels these days. He paused on seeing a whimpering teenager bent over a Kawasaki Ninja. His manner shifted as his eyes flicked left and right, his ears listened intently. Where before, his feet had hit the sidewalk with an almost staccato beat, he now moved quietly.

The beautiful blond haired waif with bright green eyes looked up only when he stood practically in front of her. He smiled and she smiled back.

“Is your name Zack,” she asked. He glanced down at his left arm where the words Morte Prima Di Dishonore appeared above a pair of empty boots and then the name “James ‘Zack’ Wade,” followed by a date. For a moment, he frowned on seeing the name, remembering that day not so long ago.

The girl looked scared for a moment. “I didn’t mean anything, but I saw the name.”

He laughed. “No, beautiful, I’m Cloud and you must be Aerith.”

The girl giggled. It was a sweet sound, like warm sunshine to his wounded soul. “I can be Aerith; I’ll be anyone you want.”

Glancing at the stainless steel cuffs and the bruises on her wrists, Cloud reached beneath his vest and pulled out his iPhone. “I think Miss Aerith; I’m going to call the police.”

She frowned. “Please don’t.” Her lips pursed into a pretty pout. “You could fuck me. I’m free. I wouldn’t mind.”

He laughed. “So tempting, but later,” he said. “If you don’t want police, then we remove these cuffs.”

She looked worried. “I don’t think they’ll come off.” Her eyes darted toward where Paul and her abductor had vanished. “Some men might come back. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Cloud grinned. But unlike his other smile, this wasn’t a pleasant grin. “They’re welcome.” As he spoke, he unlocked the handcuffs with a universal key. “I’m a magician,” he said by way of explanation and handcuffs always come unlocked for me.” He then picked the slight girl up in his arms. “I’m going to a party, but you’re severely underdressed for this role.”

Striding through the parks as easily with her in his arms as he had walked through it alone, he told her. “We need flowers, I think. And we’ll want something silk and flowing in pink.”

She smiled up at the man carrying her. “I love pink. And flowers are wonderful too.” Her hand had drifted down and was encouraging an entirely different reaction on the part of the stranger dressed in black.

He frowned in the nicest possible way. “I’m going to have to make a detour,” he said, his frown turning into a wicked smile. “You’re far too naughty a lass for me to leave you unfucked much longer.”

Aerith nee Nina broke into a Shirley Temple grin and clapped her hands. “Oh goody!” While she was showing her excitement, he had veered to the left and carried her into a men’s restroom that sat along the west edge of the park. He sat the girl down on the counter and then jammed a metal trashcan under the door handle so that it wouldn’t be easy to enter the room.

As Aerith shifted herself to the edge of the counter, her legs spreading open. He laughed. “Please tell me you’re 18.” As he spoke, he produced a rose in a grand flourish as if by magic.

She laughed. “Okay, I’m 18.” Taking the rose, she opened her eyes wide with surprise. Sitting among the petals was one wrapped condom. “I love it. You really are a magician.”

He smiled as he began to strip off his pants. “And a boy scout,” he added, “always prepared.” As he removed the rest of his garments, Aerith who was usually known as Nina and recently called Cunt felt a little sick at seeing the angry, fresh scars ran down his left shoulder all the way to his waist. But as he moved his warm body near, she forgot about the scars noticing instead how tightly muscled his body was, how warm it felt next to her.

She felt her heart beating harder, and the blood rushing through her body. Her groin warmed and tingled, and she was already getting horny. His hands removed little clothing she had as easily as he had produced the rose minutes before and she moaned happily as he began to tease her breasts.

An hour later, after he had helped her dress as Final Fantasy’s Aerith and they were at the Sheridan surrounded by others in costume, she still felt turned on. He was twenty-three years old, just out of the service, and the most amazing fuck she had known.
 
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