CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK

BY CLEM KADDIDLEHPPER

Part 3

1. Schoolgirl exams

The man needed to leave early again the next morning, and checked
on the girl with the video monitor hidden behind the closet wall
of his bedroom as he grabbed a robe. She was still sleeping, so
he flipped on a microphone that fed the speaker in her cell and
turned up the volume. ``Crystal, wake up,'' he said, and laughed
as the girl's body jumped in response. She twisted her head
around to the top of the door frame, doubtless looking to see if
she had slept through a preparation signal. He turned the speaker
down and continued, ``just get up and pee and wash your pussy in
the bidet. Be sure to rinse out your insides.'' She practically
leaped out of bed to comply, and he laughed again. Thought she
was in for a whipping, I bet. I'll see if we can't arrange that
later, he mused, thinking of a game that she might not win if he
set the right mood. Sometimes he forced his captives to play
naked solitary Twister, whipping them if they fell within
twenty-five moves. Naturally, they couldn't play the game that
long without coming up with an impossible move, so it always
resulted in punishment. It wouldn't be fair to use such a ploy
with this girl, he thought. He watched her sit on the bidet for a
moment and smiled, thinking of a way.

He shut down the equipment, locked it behind the hidden panel,
and attended to breakfast as the girl made herself ready. Once
downstairs he made her a couple of sandwiches from the kitchen,
figuring she had earned something decent, and selected a new
video for her amusement. It was another four-hour tape,
consisting of a series of lingerie posing shots culled from
various Playboy shows, and several loops featuring teen
performers made up to look like schoolgirls, doing ``I'm innocent
but naughty'' strip routines in their stage-set bedrooms,
decorated with stuffed animals and frilly bed coverings. Think
we'll take some pictures tonight, he chuckled. The shots from the
previous day had been a big hit with his e-mail friends. He
didn't know who the men were of course, but some of the girls in
their photos were in pretty bad shape, covered with welts, scars
and burns. One girl had a red band around her neck, clearly
indicating she had been hung, which intrigued him. He liked the
forbidden thrill of the pictures, but the idea of inflicting that
kind of damage himself wasn't arousing. He thought of hanging the
girl for her sexual pleasure, and decided to see if there was
something he could use that wouldn't damage her.

Later, he thought, right now there is business to attend to, and
he unlocked her cell door. She marched out on schedule and took
up her position outside, hands at her sides, eyes down and legs
slightly apart. Good girl, he thought, you didn't forget. He
checked her supply of toilet paper, toothpaste, lotions and
soaps, reset the tape machine, and finally threw her damp towels
in the hamper outside. He then selected a flashlight, a flat
wooden medical exam stick and some vitamin E cream from a drawer
in the kitchen area, and settled down on the floor underneath
her.

Looking up, he saw the girl had tried to clean the rest of her
body as best she could, and had brushed her hair out with her
fingers. The light grooming helped a little, but she still
appeared like she had just woken up from a night of rough sex,
which of course she had. ``Spread your legs wide, I'm going to
check you again,'' he ordered, and she complied. He spread her
lips apart and checked the hymen area just past her opening. Most
of the scar tissue had sloughed off, and the skin underneath was
bright pink and smooth. A few more days, he thought, looking
forward to penetrating the girl.

The then inserted the rounded end of the wooden stick and used
the flashlight to peer up into the girl's vaginal passage. She
wasn't very deep at all, he noted. He could see her cervix
opening like a little pink donut just beyond the end of the
stick, and he thought his cock should be able to reach it. He was
just able to touch the end of one of the previous girls. He
entered her lying on her side while he held a leg in the air,
pushing himself in and grinding against her pelvis. He loved the
way the girl squealed, and enjoyed the feeling as his tip brushed
her back opening. He always wondered whether it would have been
possible to penetrate the opening with the head of his cock, and
how that would feel. Maybe I'll find out with this girl, he
thought, giving her another look.

Everything appeared normal inside, and he noted that the girl had
done a good job rinsing it out. He also noted that she was
lubricating, and breathing a little deeper. She had drawn in her
breath and tensed up when he inserted the stick, but this was
exciting her a little now. He removed the stick and inserted his
index finger gently, being careful not to rub the hymen area. He
hooked his finger from the inside towards the front of her body
and noted her reaction, as she flexed her knees a little and
quivered. You've got another magic button, he thought.

He spread some of the vitamin E cream inside her, popped her on
the butt, and led her back into her cell. After sitting on the
bed playing with her body for a few minutes, her locked her in.
He figured she would know to watch the video without asking, she
was a clever girl. He was out most of the day, and when he later
arrived back at the house he sounded the chime in her cell, and
flipped on both green lights above the door. Enema time, he
laughed to himself, switching on the monitor to see if she heard.
She was already sitting on the toilet when the screen lit up, and
he enjoyed her discomfort for awhile before checking the video
tape of the day's activities in her cell. When he was satisfied
that she had watched the video and not disobeyed the new rule, he
switched off the equipment and started getting ready for her
photo session.

He had previously used the excuse of a clothing drive for
children to assemble a reasonably good wardrobe of girl's
clothes, such as blouses, skirts, shorts, shoes and stockings.
Some of his purchases went to the charity, and some he kept. The
panties, garter belts, nighties and other sexier fare were more
difficult to obtain safely, but he managed to pick up a little
here and there as the opportunity arose, even from a catalog
offering sexy underthings for midgets! He had about ten different
pairs of panties he thought would fit the girl, all the way from
plain white briefs to the naughtiest string bikinis, though the
bulk of his collection was too small for her ample hips. She was
easily the oldest of his captives, and her hips and bottom wer
large for her age. He thought the only flaw in her body was her
thighs, just a bit too full. He mentally scheduled some sessions
on the treadmill, picturing himself whacking her ass as she ran.
He already knew where the safety clip would be placed, her little
ripe nipple bulbs being the obvious choice.

He piled his selections on the table and prepared the room while
she finished, smoothing a spread over the bed and moving the
overstuffed recliner out of the way. He set up a couple of light
stands to illuminate the scene but he didn't bother with rock
star posters on the walls or stuffed animals. He didn't really
care to recreate a teenager's bedroom, he just wanted a clean
backdrop for the pictures. He opened her door and she obediently
stepped out and took her position. He grabbed her damp towels,
covered a section of the kitchen area floor, and finally placed a
chair on top of them. ``Sit,'' he instructed, and he pulled the
girl's hair over her shoulders and down the back of the chair as
she complied. It was time for a little grooming, and he had
become quite proficient over the years. He pulled some scissors
and other tools from a drawer and snipped the ends of the girl's
slightly damp hair to produce a rounded tail, stepping back to
admire the results.

He then clipped and cleaned her nails and brushed some pancake
powder on her cheeks, just enough to kill the shine. He hated
makeup, and left the girl's lips plain, though he pinched them
gently to bring a little color to the flesh. A thorough brushing
of her hair completed her preparation. He opened his favorite
robe he always wore downstairs, and allowed himself the luxury of
poking his cock into her tresses, bringing it to full attention,
then moved around and put his cock in the girl's lips. He told
her, ``easy, just play with it,'' and she went to work in her
usual way, no hesitation and with full attention. Once again he
was impressed with her, and stroked her hair as she sucked
gently.

He looked down at her face while she kissed and licked his
erection. He had printed off a couple of stills from ``Born
Innocent'' to try and accentuate the girl's resemblance to the
young Linda Blair, but there wasn't much he could change. Her
hair was longer and fuller than Blair's, but he liked it that
way. It falls off her head just about the same way, he thought as
he brushed it away from her forehead. He regretted for a moment
that the girl didn't have larger breasts to push out a
partially-buttoned shirt, like in the photo. Of course a fourteen
year-old Linda wouldn't have possessed a pre-pubescent porcelain
cunt either, he reminded himself, looking down at the little
white lips running down to hide between her legs. He tapped her
ankles with his foot, and she spread her legs to accommodate him,
revealing the full swell of her bald little pussy lips.

Suddenly filled with ardor, he leaned over and took her face in
his hands, kissing her full on the lips. The girl had literally
never been kissed, but gradually responded naturally to his lips
and tongue. He wanted to get her a little warmed up for the film
session, and she heated right up, a glow showing in her cheeks
and a pink flush visible between her legs. The girl turned on
like a light switch, he thought. He pulled her over to the bed,
sat her down and dropped the first outfit of clothes into her
lap. ``Get dressed,'' he said, ``we're going out.'' He laughed
when she looked up at him with an exasperated look on her face.
This girl was a peach, he thought. ``Didn't buy that, eh? We're
going to take some pictures, put the clothes on.'' As the girl
began dressing, he cleaned up the kitchen area from the grooming
session and retrieved his digital camera.

When he returned the girl was dressed in a short blue pleated
skirt with a white blouse and matching jacket, standing in white
knee-length socks and black flat- heeled buckle pumps. Give her
an arm full of books, he thought, and she would look like she was
off to school, though probably modern schoolgirls would laugh at
such clothes, loose jeans and boots being the norm at the moment.
He lifted the skirt to confirm she was wearing the plain white
cotton briefs, and paused to run his hand over her pantied
bottom, finally sliding his hand down the small of her back
underneath the elastic to squeeze her cheeks. Luscious, he
thought, I should make her wear panties more often. Stepping back
to pick up the camera he addressed the girl. ``You watched the
video, so you know the drill. Let's have some demure poses as you
strip, then as the innocent girl starts feeling sexy, she touches
herself as she undresses, got it?'' ``Yes sir,'' she replied.

He took some pictures of her fully dressed first, giving her
directions to smile or pout, where to place her hands and so
forth, but the girl soon was into the idea of posing and was
creating her own poses for him; a naughty look over her shoulder,
bending over in her skirt, lifting her blouse and smiling like
she meant it. ``Let's get some clothes off,'' he suggested, and
she removed her jacket, then the skirt and shoes, all the time
holding and shifting poses as he moved around her snapping
pictures. She's doing great, he thought, a natural. He moved in
for some close-ups on the panties stretched across her pussy as
she bent over, and took the opportunity to feel her ass through
the soft cotton, noting with approval the way she wiggled her
hind end in response. He had her unbutton the blouse and lie on
the bed for more panty shots as she lay back and rubbed herself
between the legs, sliding her hand inside the panties to feel her
pussy underneath. The girl was becoming more excited and animated
as he took some ``spank me'' pictures with her panties rolled
down, bending her over the bed and having her lie on a pillow
with her ass in the air. He loved the image of panties being
pulled down from the front, just as the fabric lost its grip on
the lips and snapped away, and took several such shots with her
standing up, having her pull the panties up and down for the
camera.

After another change of clothes and a repeat performance, this
time with cutoffs and a t-shirt, he brought several pairs of
panties over for her to put on and take off, getting shots of her
pulling them up tight through the crack of her ass, and another
with the fabric separating her pussy lips as she pulled up on the
hem. She had absorbed her lessons from the tape well, he noticed,
copying various moves of the lingerie models and adding a few of
her own. Twice they had to stop so she could dry herself between
the legs between shots, and always he took the opportunity to
squeeze and stroke her body as she moved.

As the girl rolled on the bed in a baby doll nightie with
matching hose, he took advantage of her wetness to bring her legs
together, using her pussy lips and thighs as a vagina. He
straddled her legs and plunged his cock between them, first from
behind, and then over on her back with her legs up, his cock
peeking out between her thighs to poke her belly as he thrusted.
He could feel her clitoris swell against his shaft and her legs
squeezing together as he moved, and he laughed and patted her
bottom. ``Not yet,'' he said, ``control yourself, it will be
better if you wait,'' and she moaned a little in response,
playing the strumpet for him. He decided to make her work at it
and directed his thrusts forward to bring more pressure to bear
against her inner lips, the girl now moaning and squirming
underneath him. The action was good enough to start his clock
running as well, so he decided to change the mood to extend the
fun, for him at least.

``We need to get some spanking shots now,'' he informed her,
``put on the blouse and skirt again with the white socks and
panties.'' He got up off her and wiped her moisture off his cock
with a cloth. ``Dry yourself off between your legs first,'' he
said, handing her the cloth. She did as she was told and dressed
herself as ordered, although he could see her mood had shifted to
wariness again. Too bloody right, he snickered to himself, and
went to retrieve a paddle from the kitchen. He had built a tool
that would redden a young girl's ass as if she had been hand
spanked, a thick, flexible rubber pad fixed to a wooden handle.
The rubber was cut in the shape of a hand with the fingers
together, and had soft edges that wouldn't leave lines when it
marked the girl's bottom. He called it the ``whapper'', and liked
the way it saved wear and tear on his hands.

He had the girl stand and bend over the bed with her ass in the
air, slipped her skirt up and pulled the panties down to her
thighs, starting the spanking with any further comment. The
whapper went to work in rapid motion, hard slapping sounds
filling the air as the girl's cheeks bounced and reddened. The
girl was shaking her head and squealing as he worked over her
bottom, stopping to take pictures now and then, and hitting her a
few times with his own hands just for fun. He ordered her to
strip and brought over a set of white hose with a garter belt. He
laid her on the bed with her red ass framed by the straps, and
continued to pound away with the whapper. Her ass had turned a
deep crimson by now, and he enjoyed her moans as he squeezed and
pinched the flesh between pictures. Stopping before she was
bruised, he settled next to her and pleased himself by rubbing
his cock between the warm cheeks for awhile, while the girl moved
her hips in reply.

He turned her over and spread her legs as wide as she could, and
started slapping her on the cunt with the instrument, not hard
enough to hurt her, just enough to change the color of her lips,
as the girl cried out in little yelps of pain. He took some great
pictures from between her legs, her skin red all the way from her
ass through the curve of cheeks as they met the lips of her
pussy. He finished the show by using the whapper on the girl's
puffies as she lay back on her haunches with her legs spread, the
bulbs of flesh turning a deep pink as the rubber pad slapped
away, the girl's eyes squeezed shut while she whimpered. After
taking a few last shots with the whapper and the camera, he
cleaned the girl's pussy with a damp cloth and shut off the flood
lights. Time to eat, the man thought, leaving the girl to lay
passively on the bed waiting to be instructed for the next act,
sniffling a little.

2. Dogs for dinner

Crystal had enjoyed posing for the man, playing to the camera and
getting a chance to feel herself in clothes again. Aside from the
black hose on the first day, she had been naked the entire time
with the man. As the session went along she became excited from
pulling panties through her privates and feeling herself between
her legs with her hands slipped underneath the elastic as the man
encouraged her, working with the camera. She was sure he wanted
her to cum, and thought about asking permission as he rubbed her
between her legs with his cock, getting herself ready to open to
the experience. She was disappointed when he denied her,
wondering if he could read her mind, but she moaned playfully to
keep his mood light. The man teased her in reply by rubbing his
cock between her legs with more intensity.

She wasn't happy at all with the look of the instrument he
brought into their games to warm her ass. Her apprehensions were
confirmed when it began to slap her cheeks, harder than the man
had hit with his hands, but not as painful as the back of the
hair brush. It wasn't really that bad, and as she lay on the bed
in the white hose she began to feel excited again, especially
when he would stop to run his hands over her red ass and between
her legs from behind. When he straddled her legs and began to
squeeze his cock between her warm cheeks as he liked to do, she
responded to please him and herself, craving the contact now.

Her own mood was broken by the painful experience of being
slapped directly on her pussy, the rubber paddle hitting her
several times directly on top of her erect clitoris, causing her
to yelp and her eyes to tear. The man had her legs spread so far
apart she thought she would split in two, and although the rubber
material was too soft to damage her, her clit throbbed in pain
rather than pleasure. She had never focused on her clitoris or
nipples as centers of sensation until the man came into her life,
and she didn't realize how much pain they could cause her as he
slapped them red. As the man moved the treatment to her nipples,
each seemed to be the only thing she could feel as they throbbed
under the punishment, the man working on one and then the other
as she lay back on the bed, grimacing from the pain. When the man
left off, she lay on the bed in a troubled mood, half hoping the
man would continue with further sex play, but knowing torment was
almost certainly not over for the evening.

Instead he surprised her by pulling her off the bed over to the
kitchen table, and sitting her down in a chair, kissing her on
top of the head as he moved over to open the refrigerator. ``How
about a hot dog?'' he asked her matter of fatly, just as a father
would speak to a daughter. She responded ``yes sir,'' and when he
asked her if she wanted mustard, she gave the same response. As
he put a dog in the microwave on a paper plate, he asked her
``ketchup'' and she started to reply, but quickly realized that
`no' was not one of the words she was allowed. The man noticed
her silence and turned to look at her and she caught his eye and
shook her head back and forth as he laughed. ``You can now say
``no sir'', but not to what I command, of course.'' Four words,
she thought, at this rate I'll be speaking whole sentences by
Christmas, realizing she wasn't sure what date it was anyway. She
figured she had been taken about a week ago, but wasn't sure how
long she had been unconscious. Three days at least, she thought,
recalling the vaguest of memories of being in a drugged state as
she was moved from place to place.

The smell of the food turned her attention to her hunger and she
gratefully accepted the hot dog and diet cola from the man, after
having nothing but two sandwiches to eat all day. She noticed
that he wasn't eating as he sat across the table and watched her.
There was no way she could ask why, but he seemed to be able to
read her mind from her eyes, and told her he would eat in a
minute. She wondered what that meant, and cast her eyes down as
she finished the dog. Afterwards the man gave her floss again and
led her into the cell to brush and pee, staying to watch her,
which made it difficult for her to start, and embarrassed her
deeply. He left her to clean herself in the bidet, and she heard
him open and close the refrigerator door. ``When you're done come
over to the bed,'' he yelled from the other room, and she
wondered what game he had in mind this time.

When she walked over to the bed the man was lying on his stomach,
and he asked her to rub his back. Relieved, she crawled over him
and straddling his legs in her white hose, and began to knead his
back and shoulders. She was curious about the bare hot dog on a
paper plate sitting on a side table by the wall along with small
jar of mayonnaise, sensing trouble. But for now she concentrated
on her work; let's not get whipped she reminded herself again. As
she worked down his butt she decided to feel underneath him, and
he opened his legs for her hands. She moved to sit over his left
leg as she had done yesterday, pressing herself into the muscles
of his thigh, stroking one hand under his cock and balls as the
other rubbed his solid ass cheeks. This kind of play she was
growing to enjoy, ignoring the side of her mind that was in
horror at her thoughts, and she quickly started to get worked up
by the contact. The man apparently approved as well, as she could
feel his cock jump as she cupped her hands under the stiff shaft
and teased the tip with her fingers.

The man rolled underneath her, and pulled her legs around to lay
next to him, stroking his hands over the white hose and kneading
her feet as she adjusted her position to reach his cock,
squeezing his shaft and licking the tip as he ran his fingers
through the crack of her ass, cupping her cheeks. Her bottom was
a rosy pink from the spanking and she was careful to keep her
nipples from sliding over the man's hairy belly, as they were
still sensitive, throbbing on her chest. She sucked the man's
cock into her mouth, beginning the now familiar procedure,
cupping his balls in her hands, hoping he would reciprocate in
kind. But he only continued to stroke her legs and bottom,
dipping her hands underneath her a few times as she worked,
teasing, but not allowing her any real pleasure.

They continued that way for a little while, until the man
interrupted her sucking just as she thought he might be losing
control. ``I'm hungry myself now, but I think I'll let you serve
me. Take the hot dog and dip in the mayonnaise and put it all the
way up your ass,'' he said casually, as if it was an everyday
thing.

Crystal was shocked by the request, and wondered how he was going
to eat the hot dog if it was in her ass. Something gross I bet,
she thought, as she climbed off the bed and considered the task,
being watched by the man as he turned over and propped his head
up on some pillows to observe. Still, she always kept punishment
in mind, and quickly did as she was told, dipping the hot dog in
the mayonnaise jar, and squatting down to open her bottom. The
hot dog was still cold, and she felt her ass tighten up as she
placed the gooey end up between her cheeks. She knew her ass was
in play from having to undergo the painful enema preparation
today, and she had practiced briefly between flushing by
inserting the nozzle a few times to master the art of relaxing
her muscle. Again, her ass was betraying her by denying passage
to the cold, slick dog, and she began to panic from the thought
of the consequences of failure. Just when she thought he was
beginning to stir from the bed, her ass relaxed and she pushed
the dog in, squeezing globs of mayonnaise off onto her hands. The
man laughed at her pose, squatting on the floor with a hot dog in
her butt, holding her hands out in front of her trying to figure
out what to do with the excess mayo. ``Just lick it off,'' he
said, ``you could use the calories,'' and she complied, cleaning
her hands as best she could.

She looked over to the man for instructions, but he just
continued to watch her while he lightly stroked his cock. ``We'll
let it warm up a bit,'' he said, ``dancing would help.'' She
started moving awkwardly with her ass full, but soon realized
that positions in which her ass was exposed were more
comfortable, and more in keeping with the nastiest of this game.
She did a series of splits and squats until she could no longer
feel the coldness of the dog in her ass. After a few minutes she
looked over at the man and kind of made a face to indicate it was
probably warm. He apparently understood. ``Climb up on the bed
and feed me the hot dog, a little at a time, with your ass,'' he
ordered, chuckling to himself as the man did when he was
particularly pleased with some torment.

How am I suppose to do this, she thought, but again wasted no
time in perching above the man with her ass in his face. He gave
her no help at all, but she finally settled into a position
leaning forward on her hands that seemed to work the best to
raise her anus directly to the man's mouth. A little at a time,
she thought, and tried to push the hot dog out of her ass as if
she was pooping, as she called it, trying to squeeze the dog so
it wouldn't slip out all at once. She was perspiring a bit from
the effort, and succeeded on the first few tries only in passing
the rounded tip of the dog to the entrance of her passage before
it slipped back in place. ``I'm getting hungry back here,'' the
man said, clearly a threat. She concentrated hard and managed to
control her muscles enough to push about an inch of the dog
between the man's lips, which he bit off, kissing her directly on
the ring of her opening as the dog retracted inside again.
``Hmmm,'' she heard him say, ``body- temperature hot dog with
mayonnaise. Oh well, you can't complain about the service, let's
have some more.''

The girl started to work on squeezing more of the dog out when
suddenly the absurd nature of the situation made her almost bust
out laughing just as she worked another inch of the dog between
his lips. She convulsed to control herself and shot the rest of
the dog out of her ass onto the man's face, and within seconds
was being pulled over to the restraints once again.

3. Choked up

The man was laughing to himself at her efforts as well. He had
read about the idea in a story, in which slave girls fed guests
with sausages in this unique way. Yuck, he thought, I need to
find something else than cold hot dogs, but decided to make the
girl continue the show. In truth he was hoping she would mess up,
as he wanted an opportunity to whip her tonight to see her
reactions to a session of deeper pain and pleasure than their
milder games of yesterday. When she stifled her laugh and blew
the dog onto his face, he reacted immediately, practically
carrying her to the restraints, as she began to whimper and shake
in fear. The girl settled into a steady cry, as if complaining at
the unfairness of the world, while he strapped her in place and
inserted the bit. He left the stockings on this time, as they
complimented the white whipping girdle he strapped her in,
tugging up extra hard on the straps to mold the garment over the
curves of her full ass.

She began to stiffen and quiver again, trying to settle her ass
for the blows, as her cries turned to little wheezing sounds, her
breath coming in gasps. He picked up the cane and swished it in
the air for her attention a few times, and again she tensed her
body, gripping the wrist restraint straps with all her strength.
He laid on the first blow right across the center of her bottom
and the girl exploded into the wall screaming into the bit, but
then he noticed the volume of her cries suddenly lessen as she
realized the blow had not been anywhere near as hard as the first
day. He knew the stroke had been extremely painful, even though
he had put only a part of his strength into the cane, but as he
gave her the second and third, he could see that she was
withstanding the torture without the loss of control that
characterized the first session. She had begun peeing when the
first stroke landed, but she didn't have much inside, and nothing
came out at all thereafter. He picked up the intensity with the
fourth and fifth lashes of the cane, putting more into the last
stroke, noting with satisfaction the wrenching scream from the
girl and a few drops more into the basin.

He quickly un-strapped the girdle, and with the girl just coming
around to her senses, squatted behind her to match their heights
and plunged his cock into her slick ass, using the leftover
mayonnaise still inside her as lubricant. He reached around and
removed the bit from her mouth while buried deep in her ass, and
pulled from the pocket of his robe a strip of thick wool he had
cut from an old blanket previously that day. Pulling her hair
aside, he whipped the cloth around her throat, twisted the ends
together and pulled it his left hand, while his right reached
around to seek her wet pussy lips as he began to hump her tight
bottom. Her little clit was already stiff as he found it, and
settling into a rhythm, he began stroking it concert to his
thrusts as he twisted the band around her neck. He didn't want to
cum this early in the evening, so he concentrated on her mood,
letting her breathe freely for the moment as she gained momentum.

Unlike her usual self, she seemed difficult to arouse, and he
brushed her thick hair away from her face to see if could he
sense her thoughts. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he tried to
soothe her, dropping his hand away from the cloth around her
neck, stroking her flanks and speaking softly in her ear,
``relax, I'm not going to hurt you.'' He didn't expect her to
trust him, and of course he did plan on hurting her, but not like
she thought. In any case, she seemed to will herself to respond
again and he picked up the pace. Within a couple of minutes she
had given in to the sensations from between her legs and was
panting softly, starting to strain in her bonds, trying to enter
the stream that would carry her away to the soft explosions she
craved. When he sensed she had found it, he carefully picked up
the ends of the cloth and prepared for her orgasm.

As she started her cries he choked her with the cloth as gently
as he could, hitting the timing just right, as her body spasmed
repeatedly, over and over until he released her. She drew in a
deep breath and let in out in a long moaning cry, as he slowed
the movements of his cock and let her lean back against him,
holding her up by her waist from collapsing, buried deeply in her
bottom as she gasped for air.

He held her for awhile and then withdrew, as the mayonnaise had
turned sticky in her bum. He unbuckled the restraints and carried
her to the bed, retrieving a glass of water and lifting her head
up to drink. He turned her over on her tummy and rubbed her back,
letting her regain her composure, un-clipping the garter belt and
pulling off the hose. By the time we're done tonight her bottom
would be pretty beat, he thought, noting patches in places on her
cheeks that were particularly red from the spanking and whipping.
He was still planning another punishment session tonight.
Tomorrow would be a short day, as he would be gone until nearly
dinner s time, and he considered other ways he could torment her
for fun while giving her ass cheeks the day off. He loved to
punish his captive's bottoms more than anything, and he had to
discipline his urges.

It was a good time to give her a treat after the choking session,
which he rated as only partially successful. She had come through
the punishment session still in a state of arousal, as he
planned, and he was pleased about that. The girl's orgasm had
been extremely strong, but the experience had shaken her mood too
much, he thought. She had buried her face in her arms on the bed,
and wasn't responsive to his gentle massage. He left her on the
bed and retrieved a small carton of low-fat ice cream with
caramel swirled through it, and a couple of cookies from the
cupboard. He picked the girl up off the bed and sat her in his
lap in the big reclining chair, holding her head on his chest and
spoon feeding her from the carton. She stubbornly refused to warm
up to his gesture, her hands tightly clenched and her eyes shut,
but she ate all the ice cream he fed her, and relaxed a bit when
they were done, curling up crunching a cookie and laying her head
on his chest as he stroked her hair and legs.

4. In a haze

Crystal slowly came back to her self as she lay in the man's lap.
Her mood had been shattered when the man had whipped and choked
her, and she found herself wishing he would kill her rather than
continue her torment. The events of the previous day had given
her some hope that she could turn the man in her favor if she
tried to please him enough, in spite of being peed on and belted,
but now she felt doomed again to fear and pain, wondering when a
game would go too far and he would snuff out her life. She didn't
know enough to understand why he had choked her, that it was a
sex game people played willingly.

As her mind started to function again, she remembered that the
man had not hit her near as hard with the cane, and that after
the first hit she was able to take the slashes on her cheeks. She
thought back to his assurances, to the way he had soothed her on
the bed, fed her ice cream, and considered the way he was now
cooing to her softly and stroking her hair. She realized it was
possible the man had regretted going so far, and the more she
considered the last hour, the better she felt. She relaxed a bit
and let her hands rest on his chest, her mind running over the
experience again and again, regretting that she hadn't been more
alert when the man gave her the ice cream. The taste of cookie
and caramel was strong in her mouth, and she recalled how the man
had fed her like a baby, coaxing her lips apart with the spoon.
As wise as the girl was for a ten year-old, she didn't realize
that she fallen into acceptance, that her entire life was now
centered in this one room, everything measured by her captor and
his moods.

The man tilted her face up to his and kissed her again, and she
felt herself blushing as he let her face go, burying it in his
chest and allowing herself be warmed by his caresses. She was
worn out emotionally, and let her mind go blank for awhile.
Finally the man stretched and patted her on the bottom. ``Put
your hair up and shower,'' he told her, ``and use a squeeze
bottle to run some warm water in and out of your ass, it's a
little sticky in there.'' He lifted her up to her feet and patted
her on the bottom, and she walked into her cell on unsteady feet.
She wanted to throw herself on the bed and sleep, her belly full
of food, but she quickly followed his directions, recovering to
near her normal efficiency. She brushed her teeth quickly,
wrapped her hair in a towel and stepped into the shower with the
nozzle- tipped bottle. As she expelled the warm water from her
ass, she let herself pee into the drain again, no longer
concerned with it being a perversion, just a convenience, and
washed her skin and face.

After Crystal dried off, she walked out of the cell and stood by
the door in her usual posture, but the man was now back on the
bed watching her, and motioned her over. He took advantage of her
freshly scrubbed body to stand her by the bed while he kissed and
licked her nipples and tummy, stroking the back of her thighs and
bottom. He lifted her by her bottom and bent down to place a kiss
on the top of her pubes, and then pulled her onto the bed and lay
her on her stomach. She started as she felt something plastic and
cold slide between her bottom cheeks, and felt liquid entering
her ass. The man leaned over her and placed a bottle on the side
table, and she saw it was a kind of lubricant for sex, the
outline of a naked woman on the company's label. She knew what
she would feel next, and the head of his cock soon demanded
entrance in her rear, slipping easily into the slick hole. The
man straddled her legs and gently rocked back and forth, rubbing
his hands up and down her back expertly. In spite of the cock
moving in her ass, she gave into the massage, stretching her back
and settling into the bed as he kneaded her shoulders and neck.

The man pulled her bottom up into him, and once again stuffed a
pillow underneath her to give him a better angle, stepping up his
motions as his cock slid smoothly in and out of her ass with
liquid sounds. He stroked her flanks and then down to her tummy,
tucking one hand under her while the other continued to rub her
back and arms. She was receptive to his touch by the time his
fingers found her pussy, softly manipulating the lips and
brushing ever so lightly over her hooded nub. ``That's it,'' she
heard him say. ``If you want to cum you have to ask, and I may
say no. If you cum without permission I will have to punish
you,'' he reminded. She resolved not to ask tonight, but then
quickly reminded herself that he might grow angry with her, and
decided to wait for an appropriate time to speak. She tucked away
his words ``have to'' in her mind to consider later. ``Does this
hurt?'' he asked, and she remembered the new phrase she was
allowed, replying truthfully ``no sir.'' His cock was not too
large and the lubricant was like silk in her bum, warmed by the
friction of his movements. ``Good,'' he said, ``I want this
feeling to last.''

Crystal heard him making soft grunting sounds and sensed his cock
swelling in her bottom, wondering if his intentions to last were
being overcome. Apparently the man sensed the same thing, and
pulled out of her bottom uttering a ``whew!'', as he slapped her
on the cheeks and wiped her ass with a damp towel. He left her
laying on the pillow, giving her ass the usual pat as he climbed
off the bed and moved over to the stereo system to select a
playlist on the MP3 player. ``Did you ever listen to the Cure?''
he asked, and she responded ``no sir,'' vaguely aware of the
group with the lead singer's wild black hair and makeup from
videos. The tinkle of chimes filled the room as
``Disintegration'' boomed into life, the opening chorus swelling
from the speakers.

The man went into the kitchen and came back to the bed with an
ashtray and a lighter, a hand-rolled cigarette propped in his
mouth. She knew what that was, and had even tried an experimental
puff once, hacking at the harsh smoke from the schwag her friend
had managed to score. He pulled her off the pillow and sat her up
next to him on the bed, lighting the joint. A strong smell of
cedar and spices filled the air as he sucked in a hit. He turned
her face up and placed his lips over hers, blowing the smoke into
her mouth as he exhaled. She breathed it in as he obviously
intended, surprised to find the smoke soft and fragrant, and it
tickled her nose as she exhaled. By the time he repeated this
procedure she was already beginning to feel a warm rush in her
head from the fine quality marijuana the man used. She kissed the
man back with the third hit, thinking it was gallant of him to
feed her smoke this way. By the fourth hit, her mind was
spinning, and the music seemed to be growing out of the walls,
washing over her senses. He left his lips locked with hers and
she hugged him, overwhelmed by the moment.

He pushed her back down on the bed in the same position, and
every nerve in her body was alive as she felt him squeeze a
little more lubricant in her ass. He entered her again from
above, and continuing where he left off, kneading her shoulders
as he slowly worked in and out of her bottom. Crystal's heart was
racing from the effect of the drug, and she panicked for a few
moments, concentrating on her breathing, as if it would stop if
she didn't will her lungs into motion. Gradually the feeling
passed and she felt as if she was becoming one with the bed, in
near ecstacy from the sensations. Every note of the music seemed
to be alive and his hands glowed on her back. She could feel the
entire outline of his cock as her bottom expanded and retracted.
When he rose up and pulled her up on her knees, she spread her
legs and pushed herself onto his cock, feeling every hair of his
belly on her cheeks. Her orgasm came without warning, her ass
clamping on his penis as she cried out in shock.

She was in the punishment straps before she knew what was
happening, trying to clear her head as he deftly strapped her
into the girdle with practiced ease. The music had switched gears
into a hard, insistent beat, and the room swam around her as he
laid into her bottom with the cane. She heard herself screaming
and felt the pain rising from her ass like a wall of flame as he
lashed her over and over. The cannabis was still running strong
and she felt the strangest sensation of being in pain but not
having it overwhelm her. The caning was not something done for
play, it was agony, yet she heard her own words in her screaming,
realizing he had not inserted the leather bit. She lay back in
the straps and let herself pee into the basin, hearing her voice
pleading to the man over and over, ``please sir, please sir,
please!!''

5. Clouds and rain

The man could see that the girl was losing control as he pulled
her to her knees to take her ass doggy style, luxuriating in the
feeling of being in a ten year-old girl's ass while stoned and
listening to his favorite music. He gave her no warning, wanting
her to cum and break the rules, and shook himself from his
pleasure to get her in place and ready to be whipped before she
could begin to panic. As he slashed her ass with the cane without
the mouth gag, he kept the force in check, trying not to push her
into such spasms of pain that she would lock her teeth and hurt
herself. He wanted her to be able to speak, but a side benefit
was being able to hear her unmuffled screams, which somehow
melded with the music as he stroked her to the beat, twenty or
thirty times at least. He was rewarded by her hunching her hips
and peeing into the basin in what he was sure was a voluntary act
of wanton behavior, and grinned in triumph as she pleaded with
him.

He acknowledged her pleas by dropping the cane and swiftly
pulling the girdle off, squatting behind her like before and
plunging his cock between her glowing hot cheeks right through
her asshole to the hilt, reaching around to support her and
stroking her pussy, still dripping. The girl very quickly fell
into a shattering series of orgasms, one after another as the
music drove around them, still yelling ``please sir, please'' and
then falling off into yelps and moans in time to her spasms. He
controlled himself as best he could, not wanting to cum yet
himself, as the music cooled down into the pounding dirge of the
last two songs that signalled the end of the set. The pot had
leveled off into the start of the soft letdown stage, perfect for
mindless extended sex, and he stroked in and out of her bottom to
the pulse of the beat.

He unbuckled her straps and carried her to the bed, cleaning her
pussy and ass with a towel while she lay on her back, her body
slack and her eyes nearly empty. He sucked some water in his
mouth and prodded the girls lips open with his tongue, squirting
the liquid into her mouth as he had done with the powerful smoke,
in a sensuous kiss. He rolled her over and squirted more
lubricant in her anus, then over on her back again, climbing onto
the bed and lifting her legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms
around them as he plunged into the girl's slick ass again. The
MP3 playlist continued into ``Entreat'' echoing the songs from
the previous tracks, and he fell back into his mood of before,
closing his eyes and drinking in the pleasure of being inside the
soft little girl, resting his head against her feet. The girl was
practically senseless during this time, but gradually began to
pant and moan again as his cock relentlessly pumped her ass, the
lubricant warming up and bridging their sensations together.

He let himself build to his peak, pumping faster into her, while
her hands gripped the sheets and her head fell back. She grunted
and lifted her head practically yelling ``please sir!'', as she
had no hope of stopping if he denied her. Instead, he urged her
on, ``go, go!'' and pulled himself from her ass, holding her
thighs together and driving right into the folds of her cunt,
feeling her clitoris running in the groove under the head of his
cock. The girl thrashed about on the bed pulling the sheets with
her hands and tossing her head as he felt himself start to cum.
He thrust between her legs as hard as could, practically spanking
her red cheeks with his pelvis, and held himself in place as the
first streak of cum shot out across her tummy, the next arcing
all the way up to her face, dropping on her lips and chin. He
spurted again onto her chest and dissolved into little shots and
dribbles that spotted the front slope of her belly and pubic
mound as he resumed his pumping action to finish himself off,
smiling at her as he caught the sight of her tongue licking her
lips clean.

When he was satisfied he tossed himself on the bed by her side,
and turned his head to look at her. Her feet had dropped onto the
bed with her knees still in the air, one knee resting on his leg
and the other onto the bed, spread wide open with the soles of
her feet nearly touching. Her face was lost in a tangle of her
hair and her hands still had wads of sheet bunched into them,
though they had gone slack. Drops of his cum speckled her tummy
and chest and broader patches were pooled in her lap. He circled
her head in his arm and they lay together as the girl drifted in
and out of sleep, the music washing over them, the girl heedless
of her condition.

Not wanting to fall asleep, he roused himself and shook the girl
awake, wiping her down with a freshly-warmed damp towel, and then
almost carried her into her cell to prepare for bed. He worked
out in the main room, stripping the sheets and shutting down the
music. He adjusted the climate control and opened the room door
to retrieve new sheets, moving the laundry hamper out for later.
He could hear the shower starting in her cell and decided to join
her, feeling a little sticky himself. She jumped when he opened
the door, and looked unsure of herself when he stepped in with
her, but soon was soaping him with her hands. He washed the girl
in return, enjoying the feel of her soapy bottom and pussy. He
turned her around to wash her from behind and the girl stretched
herself in response, allowing him to run his hands from her
thighs to her neck in a sweeping curve as she pressed her bottom
into him. After the girl dried him off he retrieved the hair
dryer and stayed to spread hand lotion on her bottom while she
worked. There were a few red patches that hadn't fully faded, but
overall he was pleased at her condition, given the thrashing she
had absorbed.

He instructed the girl to make the bed and finished clearing up,
locking the room door after bringing in a fresh supply of towels.
Later he would allow the girl to perform domestic tasks, the
outside room becoming hers, the cell nothing more than a
bathroom. It had taken many weeks with the previous girls before
they could be trusted to tend to themselves, but he figured this
girl could be sleeping outside in a week, the threat of
punishment being sufficient to discipline her. He was already
thinkingabout expanding the chamber to add another cell, letting
Crystal train a new captive they could both use, and he smiled as
he thought of an idea for her video selection tomorrow. He
thought maybe she could be led to enjoy abusing another girl, and
started to think about how old she should be and what type.

He pulled a single ankle cuff from a drawer, and attached one end
of the braided slender cable to the frame of the bed, pulling the
girl onto the bed and locking it in place. The cuffs he used for
sleeping were cleverly designed with combination wheel locks,
which avoided the need to mess around with keys. Sometimes he
would cuff all their limbs, but he figured the girl was in no
shape to present a threat, in fact she didn't even seem to be
aware of his actions at the moment. Probably he could trust her
to be free of restraints, but he decided it would be good to
start the habit of playing safe now.

The girl was already sleeping when he turned off the lights and
climbed into bed next to her. The sensual shower with the girl
had aroused him, and he considered waking her up and having her
suck him to sleep, but instead he shifted the girl over on her
side, and used some lotion to moisten the underside of her bottom
cheeks and the top of her thighs. He cuddled up to her and ran
his cock between her cheeks, slowly thrusting back and forth
while he hugged her to him. The girl stirred and raised her head
briefly, but soon settled back down as the man feel asleep, his
erection buried in the lips of her pussy.

6. Take out

Crystal woke up early in the morning half clasped in the man's
arms. Her mouth was dry, and she pulled herself up to drink some
water from a glass on the side table the man had left. She felt
the cuff on her ankle and tested the cable, noting it was just
long enough to allow her to move around on the bed. It felt good
to scrunch down into the bed, and she pulled the sheets over her
as she burrowed herself back into the man's arms to seek his body
warmth. She closed her eyes and curled up, hoping the man would
let her sleep, when suddenly she realized she needed to pee, and
was cuffed to the bed. Soon the urge dominated her thoughts, and
she turned over to try and read the time from the control panels
of the various equipment in the room, finding it to be just after
4 AM from a small green readout on a piece of audio equipment.
She wondered how long the man would sleep, and figured it would
be at least until 6. She knew it would be impossible to hold out
that long no matter how hard she tried. She lay back down to
consider the problem.

The goal was to avoid punishment, her ass still sore from the
many shots she had taken the previous day. Being whipped was
severely painful even if he pulled his strokes, and despite the
way her body had responded last night, it was still an experience
to be feared. She thought about the way she had begged him to
please her and blushed as she recalled her behavior. Turning her
thoughts back to the moment, there was only one choice that she
could figure out. Peeing the bed was out of the question, as she
knew the man would not pull his punches, and shuddered at the
memory of the first whipping. The ankle cable was much too short
to allow her to reach the punishment basin. So before she lost
her nerve, she turned over and shook the man by his upper arm.
``Sir, please sir,'' she said as the man snapped open his eyes,
and then moaned and shut them again, asking in a muttered voice
what she wanted. She couldn't think of how to respond, and he was
sinking back to sleep, so she squeezed his arm and repeated her
plea. This time the man woke himself up and raised himself up to
look at her. ``What is it?'' he asked. She repeated ``please
sir'' and raised her eyebrows as emphasis, and the man caught on.
``I assume you're positive you can't hold it,'' he said, and he
bent down to unlock her cuff, falling back on the bed to wait for
her.

She quickly got up and went into the cell, the various lights on
appliances being sufficient to illuminate the room. She peed and
cleaned herself and got up to walk back to the bed as the toilet
flushed, and was surprised by the man as he met her at the door.
He pushed past her, saying ``me too,'' and she walked back over
the bed and sat on it to wait for the man. She heard him flush
and saw him walking through the room in the dim light. ``Lay
down,'' he ordered, and as she complied he grabbed her ankle and
locked it in the cuff. He stroked her leg, kissed her on the knee
and climbed back over her, turning her to face him as he lay down
and cupped her bottom in one hand. He stroked her face with the
other hand, pulling her chin up towards him. ``Listen,'' he said
``you can now speak when you need to. I'm sure you won't abuse
the privilege.'' She cast her eyes down, considering what this
meant. ``Thank you,'' she offered, but he grabbed her by the chin
again and spoke a little sternly to her; ``Thank you sir.'' She
quickly replied ``yes sir,'' and he grunted in reply. ``You're
doing well,'' he said, ``but don't forget your place. Suck me off
now, quickly.''

She hadn't expected him to want sex at this late hour, but she
fell to the task, bending back over him, the ankle cable not
being long enough to allow her to stretch out. She was concerned
that his cock was fresh from peeing and grimaced a little as she
sucked it between her lips, but the man had evidently cleaned it
off, and there was nothing but the usual neutral taste of his
skin. He was not fully erect when she started, but soon was
straining as she worked him over vigorously. She fell into a fast
rhythm, licking over the head of his shaft with her tongue as she
pulled up, and then curling it around the shaft as she sunk back
down, sucking him back in. She felt the man start to stroke her
hair and bottom, and she massaged around the base of his cock as
she leaned over him. Within minutes the man was pumping his hips
up to meet her, and she felt the cock swell in her mouth, sucking
the cum as he shot into her. There wasn't very much this time,
and it was soon over, the penis softening between her lips. The
man pulled her back to him and rolled her over to face him,
plumping the pillows and laying back down to sleep, patting her
ass cheeks a couple of times. Crystal thought that meant ``good
job'' and she smiled in relief, curled up in his arms and fell
asleep with his breath in her hair.

The next morning the man scrambled eggs for them, first asking
her if she could cook. ``No sir,'' she replied, never having the
opportunity to do so. ``You'll learn,'' he returned, and she
wondered if she was to become a captive maid of sorts. He served
her the eggs with toast and orange juice and she relished her
first hot meal since being in captivity. He cleaned up while she
sat at the table, wondering what would come next. ``I'll be gone
all day,'' he said as he washed up. ``I'm leaving you with tapes
and a book to read, and I enabled the remote.'' He moved her back
in the cell and pulled her down on the bed, just to play with her
for a few minutes. She responded in kind and sucked his cock
again while he spread her open and applied more Vitamin E cream
inside. This time he worked his finger deeper insider and rotated
it around for while, and she felt herself breathing faster, a
different kind of pleasure spreading from her pussy. He ended
their session with a pat on her bottom and kissed her on the lips
of her pussy before moving her off him. He then kissed her on top
of the head and locked her in.

The day moved quickly for Crystal, with the novelty of a book to
read. The book had a painting of naked women on the cover and was
called ``Justine, or Good Conduct Well Chastised''. She
recognized the author's name from the punishment tape the man had
shown her, and she wondered what ``Marquis'' meant. She opened
the book and read the introductory material, glancing through the
first pages, reading of the two sisters. She wondered how it
would relate to whatever torment the man would inflict on her
tonight. She was grateful for the additional privileges he had
given her, especially the food, and she noted she had two
sandwiches again today instead of a pile of bread. But her bottom
was still sore from the long whipping, and she was in a wary mood
from the choking incident.

She put the book aside and noted that the plexiglass door over
the TV was ajar, with three tapes stacked next to it in
un-labeled boxes. She opened the door and put a tape in the VCR,
and tested the remote, noting that all the buttons worked as he
had promised. She ran through the tape on fast forward and saw it
contained a movie called ``The Story of O''. She stopped the tape
and watched a sequence where a girl was tied naked between two
columns and whipped, while other scantily-clad girls and an older
woman watched. The scene was well filmed and she found it
somewhat exciting. The second movie was called ``Emmanuelle'',
and she slowed down to catch a scene where an oriental woman on a
nightclub stage smoked a cigarette with her pussy, which seemed
to be impossible to the girl. The last tape was a compilation of
scenes involving one woman spanking and whipping another. All of
the material involved women either abusing or being loved by
other women in part, and she wondered how it could relate to this
evening.

She read from the book for awhile, but grew bored with the
old-fashioned writing. She thought the main character was
hopelessly naive, showing no sense as she stumbled from one
situation to the next, always being abused by people from whom
she expected kindness. She watched both the movies, and was
frightened by a scene where the girl named ``O'' was branded on
the back, just above her bottom, wondering if the man intended
that for her. She decided that it was just part of the movie; at
least she allowed herself that hope. The last tape she resisted,
but after looking through book for awhile, her thoughts returned
to the scenes on the tape, and she watched while a very pretty
brunette girl was spanked, paddled and finally whipped by a
blonde wearing hose and high heels. The blonde woman was using a
whip with many leather straps, and although it made a loud
smacking sound when it hit, no damage was being done. In fact,
the two girls obviously were enjoying the play, the blonde
spending more time feeling up the brunette than whipping her.

She napped fitfully, not wanting to miss the preparation signal,
trying to work out how late in the day it had become. But she was
awakened from full sleep by the tone on the speaker, and blinked
her eyes as she awoke straining to see the lights above the door.
One, she thought in relief, thankful to avoid to painful enema
procedure. But when she showered she used the squeeze bottle
anyway, just a little. She had pooped earlier and thought it
would be wise to clean inside a little to be sure of being fresh
if he kissed or licked her there. She shivered a little at her
thoughts, and found herself wishing he would lick her tonight.
She thought about feeling herself in the shower, as she didn't
think the camera would be able to tell, but decided that would be
foolish. She didn't even consider how evil these thoughts were
anymore, and it didn't matter. She was here, he expected her to
enjoy the sex play, and there was nothing to gain by refusing.

She was full of anticipation when the door finally opened, and
the man stepped in. She started to walk out of the door, but he
pulled her to him, fondling her bottom and stroking her back.
``Hmmm, you feel delicious,'' he said, ``hungry?'' ``Yes sir,''
she replied, keeping her words to the minimum. He had brought
back Chinese take-out food for them, and it was already laid out
on the table. She only ate at school and the home, not having any
money of her own, and aside from the occasional fast-food treats
from her friends, had never eaten out. She relished the new
tastes, especially the fried shrimps in the sweet pink syrup. She
found a hard crunchy tail in her mouth and didn't know what to do
with it, and he laughed at her. ``Spit it out, you don't eat the
tails, haven't you had shrimp before?'' She shook her head `no'
and pulled the hard parts from her mouth and blushed, feeling
like a rube in the city.

He asked whether she had finished the novel he left, and she
shook her head ``no'' with a mouthful of food, alert to his mood.
He said he would leave it in her room, and she exhaled in relief,
apparently safe from punishment for the moment. ``What did you
think?'' he asked, and she considered what to say, but he helped,
``wasn't Justine silly?'' She nodded a ``yes'' and he laughed.
``Did you watch the films?'' he asked, and she said ``yes sir''
in reply. ``If I told you to whip another girl would you enjoy
doing it?'' She didn't know what to say to that, and cast her
eyes down, feeling her face blush.

``I'm considering making plans to expand this room,'' he said,
taking her by surprise. ``I'd like to add a big bathroom with a
whirlpool bath off this wall,'' waving one hand behind him, ``and
move the exercise equipment in there. Then you could sleep out
here and another girl could stay in the cell,'' he went on, as if
discussing minor domestic arrangements with a spouse. ``I'd let
you help train the girl, do you think you could handle that?''
Crystal didn't know what to say, and just shrugged her shoulders
in reply, thinking of the implications of what he was suggesting.
The man didn't say anything more, glancing at her while eating as
if trying to read her mind, which he seemed to be able to do. In
fact, her mind was in an untypical state of confusion at the
moment, and there would be little to read there.

``Wonder what sweet and sour girl would taste like?'' he suddenly
laughed, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Again, she didn't
think it wise to say anything in response, and her eyes went wide
as he knelt in front of her, stuck a finger in the sauce, and
pulled her legs apart, transferring it to her pussy lips as she
giggled and hid her face in her hands at the unexpected scene.
She gripped the edge of the chair as he licked her lips clean,
and then repeated it twice more while her excitement grew, first
from having the sticky sauce spread on her privates and then
especially from his tongue as he worked to remove it. He raised
himself up next to her and smeared a nipple, taking more time
than was needed to lick it off, sucking and teasing the nipple
with his tongue. She laid her head back, enjoying the soft
sensations and getting even more excited, as her nipple seemed to
be wired to the parts between her legs. ``Nice, but I'm not being
fair, I should offer you some,'' he said, giving the nipple a
kiss farewell.

He stood up and grabbed the carton of shrimp, stuck himself
inside and pulled out with his cock coated in sauce, a pineapple
piece comically slipping off as he moved over to her face,
grabbing a paper towel which he held underneath him. She
cooperated by moving her head forward to meet him and slurped and
sucked his cock while he stroked her tresses. He then repeated
the process with the soy flavored sauce accompanying a noodle
dish and she took her time, first licking drips from the bottom
of his penis, then running her tongue along the shaft licking at
it like a cat, finally engulfing it in her mouth and cleaning it
off. The man thrust a few times into her, then sat back down at
the table, smiling. Her mind was in a whirl from the implications
of the dinner play. It was as nice as he had ever been to her,
aside from sex, and the last little part of her moral side was
shocked at how she had giggled like a little girl when he licked
her sweet and sour pussy.

After dinner they lay on the couch while the man watched the
sports news and flipped around the other channels as she played
with his cock and wished he would pleasure her. She sensed the
evening was going to be easier on her sore bottom than the
previous day, given the playful dinner and the present relaxed
mood, but she remained on guard. The man settled on the Playboy
channel for awhile, and she felt his cock while he watched five
attractive girls with breasts that were too stiff to be natural
pretend to whip each other in a phony dungeon set. She thought
the scene was pretty silly and wondered how they would like being
punished for real. She imagined herself with the cane striping
their asses as they begged for mercy, and the thought excited her
somehow, reminding her of the scenes she had watched today.

The man ignored the television for awhile and turned her around
to lie on top of him, playing with her ass and licking between
her legs while she sucked and teased his cock with her hair
again. He moaned when she pressed it her hands around his cock
and worked the hair up and down, but told her to take it easy,
that he didn't want to cum yet. Crystal wanted to cum very badly
after the day she had spent, and wished he would stop teasing her
behind and get down to business. Once he stuck his tongue deep
inside her, and she was glad she had cleaned it carefully. The
move came as a surprise, and was over too quick for her to
appreciate, but it left her even more excited. ``I've got
something you might like,'' he said, ``you seem to be in the
mood,'' and her senses went on alert, wondering whether pleasure
or torment was next. It turned out to be both.

7. Riding the sky

The man was enjoying lying on the couch with the girl, examining
the contour of her behind, her pussy lips curving up to from his
chest to meet her bottom as she lay on top of him teasing his
cock. He looked closely at her structure, admiring the way the
parts fit. Her clitoris was at attention as usual, he chuckled to
himself, almost forgetting she was ten. The knob was buried
underneath the hood, which rose from a depression between the top
of her lips and just swelled past them, about an inch long. Her
inner lips started from just where the hood ended, melding
together in a little ridge that disappeared under the hood. He
traced them up with his finger tips as they curved above the
upper lips just slightly before merging together just behind her
hole. There wasn't a wasted bit of skin, everything was clean and
symmetrical, and he thought to himself that he couldn't have
designed a more attractive pussy.

He placed a finger on either side of her opening and pulled the
flesh apart, giving him a view of the area where her hymen had
been removed. He noted there was no scar tissue left, just a pink
ring of new flesh, and wondered if he should advance his plans.
No, he thought, give it two more days, then I can spend a full
weekend inside her well-healed pussy. But he saw no harm in using
his tongue, and pulled her hips up to him, working it in as far
as he could with his nose smashed against her asshole. He was
pleased at the taste of it, only a little musty from her
excitement, and noticed her anal ring was squeaky clean as well.
The ridged skin covering the muscle radiated out from the center
and was an attractive pink color. He noticed that the foremost
part towards him ended in a vertical slope that formed the front
wall of a little pocket between the ass and the merger of her
pussy lips, and he stuck the tip up his tongue in there, licking
up and tickling a little ridge that ran from her anal opening,
while the girl moaned in response.

He decided she was ready for tonight's special toy, and popped
her on the butt a couple of times to move her off. He noticed her
glance at him as he left her sitting on the couch, something she
hadn't done up to now, always keeping her eyes cast down unless
he prompted her. He was very pleased that he not used her freedom
to speak yet, but obviously the girl had accommodated herself to
their revised relationship, and was being a little less passive.
He welcomed the change, but thought that he had better remind her
that he enjoyed tormenting her as well. But not tonight, this was
for fun, provided she didn't overstep her bounds. Or mostly fun,
he thought, depending on her tolerance for pleasure.

He had acquired a Sybian device some years back, and had modified
it to suit his games. The device was a black semi-cylindrical
saddle, with a soft rubber insert running along the top
manipulated by a motor inside the saddle. The insert attachment
vibrated in a circular motion, and could be replaced with
versions including various dildos. Both the intensity of the
vibration and the rotating motion could be controlled with speed
knobs. When the Sybian was running the dildo would whirl around
inside the vagina, while the soft pad vibrated against the
clitoris. Some women loved the expensive device, and some thought
it was too intense. He wondered what Crystal would think when she
was through with her extended ride.

The saddle was too tall to suit the smaller anatomies of his
captives, and he had mounted the device in a hole cut in a
plywood platform. He could adjust the height of the saddle with
respect to the girl on the platform by moving retention bolts on
steel brackets. He added a steel T-bar to the front with wrist
restraints that forced the girl to sit leaning forward a bit,
pushing her clit into the vibrating insert. On either side of the
saddle he had installed leather straps that were buckled over the
girl's calves just behind the knee, locking her in place. He
added coated foam rubber to cushion her legs. Behind the Sybian
he mounted a leather-padded stool that was designed for him to
sit on, just at the right height to allow his cock to fit
underneath the bottom cheeks of the girl riding in the saddle.

But what was really special was the rubber insert he made, first
carving the design into hardwood and then making a mold from
dental stone for the plastic compound. The insert had a trough
channel in the top designed to fit his penis, which ran
underneath her bottom. The front of the insert was a raised cup
to accept her clitoris. He had molded in a pocket leading to the
cup to accept the tip of his penis, and there was a hole at the
end of the pocket that terminated inside the clitoris cup. If he
could stand the sensation, he could run his penis head through
the channel into the pocket as he came, and the cum would squirt
out of the hole to splash her clitoris from behind. It was so
intense he often had to pull out after the first squirt and
finish between the insert channel and the girl's pussy lips and
bottom, but he had cum several times in the past few days, and
thought he might be able to manage to flood her clit good
tonight.

He opened the door to the room, being careful to enter the
combination out of the girl's sight, and pulled the setup out of
a wall cabinet. He had mounted a chair caster on one corner so he
could tip it up and roll it, and he noticed the girls eyes grow
wide as he pulled the heavy rig into the room, setting in down on
the carpet in front of the bed. He locked the door and grabbed
lubricant and towels from the kitchen, and after getting
everything ready, motioned the girl over. He patted the bed next
to him and the girl obediently sat, her eyes running over the
device in front of them, no doubt wondering where she fit in. He
usually smoked pot in the evenings, and knew the smoke had the
right effect on the girl after the previous night. This time she
readily sucked it in while he exhaled into her mouth, the smoke
softened by being in his lungs first. They remained kissing after
the last puff, the girl's hands busy on his cock while he stroked
her hair. He left her on the bed to put on some music as she
closed her eyes and let her head fall forward, the strong weed
affecting her right away.

The girl fell into him when he returned to sit on the bed, and he
spent some time kissing her soulfully as the initial waves of the
high washed over them and the girl played with his cock some
more. When the pot leveled off a bit, he picked her up and sat
her down on the saddle, adjusting her lap to fit just right on
the insert. The girl's eyes were wide as he clamped her wrists
into the restraints and fixed the straps behind her knees. He
checked again to make sure she couldn't move her clitoris out of
the soft rubber cup of the insert, and squirted some lubricant
under her hood. He then climbed on behind her and lubricated the
insert channel, and ran his cock between her bum cheeks to make
sure of the fit. Perfect, he thought.

The arrangement allowed him to rock back and forth on the stool,
hugging the girl from behind. He could easily pull his cock out
of the insert when the sensations were too intense, allowing him
to let his erection be squeezed up between her bottom cheeks. He
wished the girl had large breasts he could play with in this
position, but he had to satisfy those urges with the local
escorts he often paid to fuck him with their tits as he lay back
and gripped the flesh in his hands. Can't have everything, he
thought, but at least this girl had some tangible nipples to
tweak, as opposed to the flat chests of his last three captives.
I'll have to get a fat little one next time, he thought, thinking
again of the pleasure of having Crystal train a new girl.

He placed his penis in the insert channel and ran it back and
forth into the receiving cup, already throbbing from the unique
feeling. He switched on the Sybian and turned up the vibrating
control mid-way, scrunching up his face at the tingling
sensations from his cock, turning it down just a bit. He could
retract when he needed to, but the girl was stuck in place to
take whatever he dished out. As the soft, lubricated rubber cup
started vibrating under the girl she gasped and gripped the
T-bar, grimacing until he turned down the speed. He turned up the
rotation motion just a little, the machine oscillating a cam he
built inside the insert that added to the sensation. It was like
being sucked by a vibrating girl. he thought, as the girl's pussy
lips quivered on his shaft. He leaned forward and hugged the
girl, laying his head on her shoulder and running his hands over
her belly and nipples as she began her ride, panting softly as
the sensations from the machine started to hit her. He reached
down and turned both controls up just a fraction, and settled
himself into her, moving his cock in and out of the vibrating
pocket of girl flesh and lubricated rubber.

The girl lasted no more than five minutes before starting to
become agitated in his embrace. She was making little mewling
sounds and panting, and he heard the ``please sir'' just about
when he expected. ``No, you will not cum until I say, and I will
not be gentle with the whip.'' ``Yes sir,'' she replied, and set
her teeth, obviously trying to think about something other than
her pulsating private parts. The pot was making it difficult for
her to concentrate, he thought, I'll help her a little. In truth
he did not want to interrupt his comfortable position by having
to go through the long process of punishing and cleaning the
girl, then setting her up again for the machine. So he grabbed
her nipples and tugged them forcefully. The girl squealed in
pain, forgetting her pussy for the moment, and he let her alone
again, cupping her tummy and focusing on his own pleasure. When
he felt her building up again, squirming on the seat and groaning
for release, he let her have it again, pinching the nipples and
pulling them up and around, enjoying the feel of the little bulbs
between his fingers as the girl cried out.

The third time the girl was in distress she opened her lips and
almost said something. He decided to let her cum, since he didn't
want to hurt her nipples, and whispered ``go'' in her ear. He
thrilled to the feeling of her bucking in his arms as she came
over and over, her moisture now coating his cock as the tip ran
under her vaginal canal entrance. When her spasms subsided he was
rewarded by her moans as the machine continued its work. She
quickly was taken over again and began to cry out this time,
``oh, oh oh!!'' as her poor clit was mercilessly assaulted in the
vibrating cup. This time her orgasms didn't stop, and he had to
pull out his penis to avoid going over the edge himself, letting
the throbbing cock cool down a bit, springing up between her
bottom cheeks as her body started to break out in a sheen of
sweat. He grabbed a towel next to them and wiped her down, the
distraction stopping her chain of orgasms for a moment.

But the machine was relentless, and soon she was back in its
grip, cumming again and again and starting to squeal and moan as
tears flowed from her eyes. ``Please sir!'' she cried, obviously
meaning for it to stop, not for permission to cum. ``Don't
speak!'' he ordered in response, and settled his cock back into
place to let another wave build for himself. The girl tried to
keep control for a few minutes, but was soon crying out again,
grunting and moaning and wheezing for breath. He felt himself
starting to cum and gripped her tummy tightly, holding his cock
back in the saddle until the last moment, and then plunged his
head into the soft rubber pocket, trying to hold out as long as
he could. He could feel his cum start to pump into the cup
surrounding her clitoris, and wished he had placed a video camera
for the sight of it squirting out around her hood. The feeling of
the cum splashing her inflamed clit plunged the girl into a hard
orgasm, and she bucked underneath him, all of her muscles tense.
His cock tip was aching from the vibrations, and he couldn't
stand it anymore, pulling out to let his spent penis ride up her
ass crack, simultaneously reaching beside him to crank both
control knobs up.

Now the girl's nub was being vibrated and swirled in a cup of his
own cum mixed with lubricant, and she was practically screaming,
desperate for relief. After a few minutes more of a continuous
series of orgasms, she was screaming for real, and he turned the
control knobs to the maximum position, the Sybian humming loudly.
Her reaction was nearly immediate as the rubber insert whipped
her pussy lips, and she went slack in his arms as he held her to
keep her from collapsing forward. He pulled her head back and
brushed her hair from her face with one hand, and saw that her
eyes were still open but un-focused, her mouth open and drooling.
Looks like she's had enough he snickered. He was concerned that
she had suffered some kind of seizure, but recalled a similar
reaction from the previous captive. Just burned out from
endorphins, he thought.

He turned the machine off, and unbuckled the restraints. The girl
had regained a semblance of consciousness, but was a rag doll as
he lifted her from the machine and lay her on the floor. She lay
there in a pile of limbs, staring across the floor at nothing,
starting to moan again, but softly. She didn't react in any way
when he wiped her off with a damp towel and cleaned her pussy,
noting the area around her clitoris was glowing a soft red. He
washed the insert in the sink, finally wheeling the contraption
out of the room. When he came back he kneeled on the floor next
to her and moved the hair from her face. Her eyes had closed and
she was wearing a slight stupid grin, breathing normally again.
He left her on the floor and used the bathroom, scrounged around
in the kitchen for some of the leftover Chinese, and took another
hit or two off the joint. When he went back over to her she was
still in the same position, not asleep, as he could see when he
rolled an eyelid back, just senseless. He lifted her up and
placed her on the couch, lying next to her and enjoyed feeling
the heat from her body as the pot kicked in.

It was at least a half hour until the girl stirred and rolled
over next to him, and he kissed her lips and little pug nose for
awhile, stroking her hair and back. ``Sir?'' she said, ``can I go
to the bathroom sir?'' the first complete sentence she had
spoken. He told her to wash herself in the bidet as well and
brush her teeth. While she busied herself in the cell, he turned
off the MP3 player and turned on the TV, and she came back to the
couch and lay next to him without being asked, clearly out of it.
He was too comfortable to mess with the restraints, and let her
slip into sleep. He eventually clicked the TV off as the Playboy
channel repeated the programming of earlier that evening. Nothing
on but re-runs these days anyway, he thought, and fell asleep
daydreaming of girls in a dungeon, his arms around the spent girl
with his cock between her bottom cheeks.