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Authors name: Wiley06
Story title : Portervill High: Princess
Part 9 of 11 parts
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Porterville High: Princess
Part 1.8
By Wiley06
Amy lay on the ground panting for breath, her mind
slowly regaining control over her body. She felt
drained; she stood up on wobbly knees and, leaning back
against the tree, put on her dress. It was all she
could do to make her body obey her commands; she pushed
the thoughts of what she had done, what Achilles had
seen her do, to the back of her mind: she couldn't
deal with it right now. She stood there for some time
while her wits and her equilibrium came back to her,
and then began walking home, her mind purposefully numb.
As she walked, the cool evening air brushed gently
against her, cooling her sweating body and forcing her
mind to the damp spot between her legs. She stumbled
and closed her eyes tight, a moan escaping her lips;
she couldn't have done that, she just couldn't have!
She stopped, her mind working furiously: for the first
time in her life she had had an orgasm -- okay. It had
been fireworks and earthshaking and bombs bursting; she
could accept that, that was okay, but how and where her
body had finally brought her that pleasure she couldn't
accept, and her mind turned in shame from it.
She started walking again, faster and faster until
she was almost running. She had been stripped, collar-
ed, and gagged. She had been ogled, leashed, and
forced to lick someone's feet. Finally, she had been
beaten like a horse while she straddled a tree. How
could that have turned her on?! How?! She knew, though,
deep down she knew as she ran home as fast as her legs
could take her, that it had. She knew that her lust
had grown with each degrading act she was forced to
perform, knew that her punishment, only right and
fitting, had released something inside her, some ves-
tige of control or desire for control, and freed a part
of her that wanted, that lusted, to be degraded and
humiliated and most importantly, controlled. She
choked back tears as she ran up to her room and threw
herself on her bed; it was too much, too much all at
once.
Achilles hustled down to the boiler room, using
the keys Jim had given him, and was disappointed to
find no one there. Oh well, he thought, there was
always tomorrow.
Thursday Jim noticed that Amy didn't show up to
class, but Maria was back to her normal biting self,
meaner than ever if that was possible. The day before
she had even stopped by and made several requests for
certain items, the better to torture her teacher with.
He thought about Amy and Achilles again, and thought
that that boy didn't look like much, but he certainly
had a certain something. Sara was coming along real
well too: she got off on everything he did to her, no
matter how painful and humiliating. He was hoping
Achilles could get Amy to fall in line soon, since he
would love to tear off a piece of that cunt too. Amy
and Sara and Maria all together: those were the stuff
of dreams.
Amy knew better than to play sick with Achilles,
even if it worked with her parents. She didn't know
what he had planned, but she dreaded it with a passion,
and at the same time some bizarre quirk in her, some
small part in her mind, anticipated it, wanted it. She
was everything bad, this small part of her self told
her: she was a murderess, a bigot, swollen with pride;
not only that, but also a slut, a horny cunt who came
whenever some man beat her. It was only a small part
of her mind which told her these things, but it got
louder and louder as she approached Achilles' house.
She arrived and was met at the door by Achilles,
who immediately led her up to his room and locked the
door. He kept her standing as he sat down on his bed
and looked her over; she shuddered under his gaze,
remembering the last time he had seen her.
"That was quite a show you put on yesterday," his
voice startled her so that she jumped a little. He
frowned, "That's bad. I'm supposed to punish you, not
bring you off." She blushed at his remarks, her pale
skin turning a dark crimson as shame washed through
her. She remained silent.
"Well, we can't have you enjoying your punishment,
can we? Can we!" he shouted.
"N... n... no," she stuttered, her head down, her
arms straight and crossed before her.
He leaned back, "So tell me, what part of your
punishment did you enjoy?"
She looked at him for the first time since she had
arrived, anger and desperation suffusing her body,
"None!" she shouted, "I hated it all; it was horrible,
just horrible," she finished, her emotion subsiding to
an almost pleading desire for belief.
Achilles smiled mockingly, "Well, for someone who
hated every moment of what happened to her, you gave a
good impression of fucking a tree to orgasm." Then he
noticed that she was crying silently, standing before
him dressed in a summer dress and looking so much like
a little girl. Standing, he went over to her and
reached under her chin, lifting her face up until he
was looking directly into her eyes.
"You did hate it, didn't you," he said softly.
"Y... yes," was whispered.
"But you came too; I know you did."
"Yes."
"You hated coming; you hated feeling like that.
I'm right, aren't I?"
"Yes."
"Why?" A simple question.
Sobbing silently now, she broke away from him and
sat down hard onto the floor. "I'm so bad," she choked
out. "I... I deserved everything you did to me. It
felt so good. It's evil. Horrible. I... I'm no good...
for anything... like a whore. I don't wanna be who I
am." She started sobbing for real now, her face buried
in her hands.
Achilles watched her for a moment, pity warring
with elation in his mind. He was surprised at how
quickly she had broken, but then again he had been
surprised that she had orgasmed the other day. Now was
the time to build her back up, to build her back up
into the person he wanted her to be. Careful, he
thought to himself, careful or the old personality will
reassert itself. I must incorporate that personality,
he thought, must allow it free reign somewhere. Think-
ing furiously, he knelt down beside her and held her,
soothing her the same way he would a small child,
cooing to her "my little princess" over and over again.
When her sobbing had abated somewhat he lifted her
chin again until he looking into her big, beautiful
blue eyes, glistening with tears, and spoke to her in
short, comforting sentences, telling her she didn't
have to be bad, telling her he could help her, that he
loved her and wanted what was best for her. The problem
he suggested, watching carefully for her reactions, was
that she had no structure in her life; he could change
that. She would have to trust him. He would take
everything bad about her, her pride, her lust, her
fear, and wall it away from her, keep her safe from it.
Only he would have to see her like that, and he would
control her then, if she only let him. He could handle
it; only trust him. Trust him.
He talked for over an hour like that to her, calm
and reassuring. He was right, she knew: she couldn't
trust herself anymore; she could trust him, though: he
loved her. To be like she was, calm, confident, sure
of herself -- how she wished she could be like that
again. She could, he was telling her. She could be her
old self, without all that had corrupted her, made her
filth. She was two different people, she understood,
Amy Sanders -- the good, strong, woman who was going to
college and was going to be a success -- and someone
else, someone who associated with murders and covered
up her crimes and was swollen with pride and arrogance
and was a slut who couldn't control her own body. She
understood what he was saying: to the outside world
she could be Amy Sanders, but to him she would release
the dark side of herself so that it couldn't get out
and contaminate her, and he would punish that dark side
of her. Yes, she wanted that; she did, she really
really did.
"Do it," she said, "help me."
Hearing the magic words, Achilles stood up and
walked in front of his bed and said, "Stand up. You
understand what you have to do, Amy? I will be like
your confessor: everything bad that you do or think
I will punish, every twinge of lust I will expiate,
but you must bring them all to me. You must not hide
them away like you did before or they will destroy you
like they almost did before. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said, relief at this release of her
burden invigorating her, and she felt a surge of
happiness for the first time in days.
"Okay then, in order to do this correctly, we have
to make some rules, yes?"
"Yes."
"You have to obey everything I tell you to do
without question. Understand?"
"Yes."
"And when you're with me your name will be
Princess. Tell me your name."
"Princess."
"You will call me master at all times. Now, what
is your name."
"Princess, master."
"That's enough for now; let's begin."
"Yes master."
His cock was already as hard as a rock as he
walked slowly around her like a disapproving drill
sergeant. Amy Sanders was finally and truly his! All
his to do whatever he wanted to, and he knew what he
was going to do to her today -- thank god his parents
were out of the house until seven tonight.
Amy's heart fluttered as Achilles walked around
her, looking her up and down. She felt freed in some
bizarre way; now she didn't have to be in control.
Later she would be, but now all she had to do was what-
ever Achilles, her master, told her too. It was
liberating, because she no longer had to be afraid of
what she would do -- her master would take care of it.
It would all come out, she knew, her uncontrollable id
which so recently had taken over her life, would come
out to be punished and mastered, and then to retreat
so that she could live a normal life until she needed
her master to tame it again, to tame her, to tame
Princess. He would let Princess out and keep her away
from her, Amy Sanders. No, she thought, I am Princess,
and she felt a tingling in her groin at the thought,
and she squeezed her thighs together. I'm bad, she
thought, I'm bad and need to be punished. Punish me,
master, punish Princess she thought.
He came back around until his face was inches from
her, and he barked out, "Strip." Her gaze locked by
his, she did what he commanded, baring her young, firm,
nubile body to him. He stepped back and looked at her,
at her strong nose dominating her face, her kinky blond
hair falling past her shoulders, her firm, perky
breasts with their perfectly proportioned nipples, her
slender waist and almost skinny but perfectly formed
legs, her blond curling pubic hairs and her dull, thin
lips. All his, he thought, feeling his cock throb in
his pants.
"I saw you fuck that tree yesterday, Princess, you
slut," he growled out. "I've never seen anyone fuck a
tree before. Did you like it Princess? Did you like
fucking that tree."
"Yes master."
"You know what that make you, don't you cunt? It
makes you a fucking worthless slut!"
"Yes master," she said with her chin trembling.
"Say it!"
"I'm a fucking worthless slut, master."
"Spread your legs, Princess."
She obeyed him, feeling dirty and slutty and
worthless, spreading her legs until she was standing
with her feet three feet apart. It made her feel
exposed, standing naked before him with her legs spread
like this, but that excited her, excited Princess. Amy
Sanders would never do this, she thought, Amy is such a
good girl. She trembled inside with pleasure. She
felt his hands, her master's hands, against her
shoulders as he gripped them firmly, sending an
electric thrill through her body. She felt her vaginal
-- her cunt -- lips begin to swell and moisture begin
to form between her legs. He was making Princess hot,
staring into her eyes and holding her by the shoulders
and she almost whimpered in desire as she stood there.
She was so bad.
She felt his hands jerk her toward him an instant
before blinding pain flashed through her groin as his
knee jerked viciously into her cunt. She doubled over,
all feelings of sexual excitement fleeing, and dropped
her hands to protect her throbbing sex.
Still holding onto her shoulders, she heard her
master say, "You deserved that, didn't you, you dirty
cunt?"
"Y... yes master," she whined, pain taking her
breath away. And she knew that she did deserve it.
All dirty sluts deserved to be treated like the pieces
of meat they were, and they shouldn't forget it.
His hands forced her to her knees and she landed
with a thump, her groin still in agony over his un-
expected blow. "My little Princess wanted to be fucked,
just like the slut she is, but I don't think you
deserve to be fucked, do you slut?"
"No master." The pain was finally abating some-
what, although her whole groin throbbed as if bruised.
She groaned as she straightened up onto her knees and
saw that her master was removing his clothes. She
watched in fascination as he undressed: he didn't look
like much, she thought, until he removed his underwear,
when she saw the largest cock she had ever seen.
Achilles smiled when he saw her eyes widen at the
sight of his penis. "Do you want to touch my cock,
Princess?"
She was fascinated by it; Amy Sanders had never
seen a penis that size: it was at least two inches
longer and an inch thicker than any penis Amy had
seen. Princess licked her lips -- poor Amy, she wasn't
going to get any of her master's cock. "Yes master,"
she said, not taking her eyes off his cock, "Princess
wants to touch your cock."
"Does Princess want to suck my cock?"
She was taken aback for a second; it was so large,
and she had never done it before -- at least Amy hadn't.
But Amy wasn't a filthy whore like Princess was, and
Princess found herself salivating at the chance to put
that enormous cock in her mouth. "Yes master," she
hissed, "let me suck your cock."
"Crawl over here and beg," he said sitting down
onto the edge of the bed.
She crawled over between his legs, her breasts
swinging heavily beneath her, her groin throbbing now
more with excitement than pain. "Please master, let me
suck your beautiful cock. I want it so bad. Princess
is a worthless dirty slut and wants her master's cock
in her mouth. Please master, let me suck your cock."
His wildest fantasies had come true: here was Amy
Sanders, on her hands and knees, naked, and begging to
blow him. He grabbed her head and forced it against
his cock, sighing in pleasure as she wrapped her lips
around his dick and began to suck him.
He felt so large in her mouth, she thought as she
sucked his cock into the warm, wet confines of her oral
cavity -- salty, too. It felt good, too, to be on her
knees with her master's cock in her mouth; a slut like
her should have a cock in her mouth at all times. As
she sucked, gripping the shaft, she thought of it in
her cunt, reaming her out, stretching her wide, and she
felt a thin trail of moisture drip down the inside of
her thigh. She squeezed her thighs together, pleasure
beginning to consume her body, and thought of even
fouler pleasures: what if he put his cock in her ass?
A slut like her, like Princess, would love a big cock
in her ass. She gasped out around the prick in her
mouth as a small orgasm blossomed in her cunt. Amy
Sanders would never get fucked in the ass.
Achilles sat back and enjoyed every minute of the
blow job he was getting from his dream girl. He moaned
as she sucked her cheeks in to massage his dick as she
bobbed her head up and down while running her hand
along his shaft and down to his balls. Her tongue
scraped along the bottom of his cock, the tip
occasionally teasing her vein just under the circum-
cised head. He would have to teach her to deep throat,
he thought as he felt the pressure begin to build up in
his balls, but for now she's doing fine. It was even
better that she was getting into it so much; he could
have sworn she had had an orgasm just a minute ago.
She felt his cock begin to expand and his hands
grip the back of her head, forcing more of his dick
into her mouth. He was going to come, Princess thought
he was going to shoot his come into her mouth -- she
trembled in pleasure, sucking harder and running her
fingers under his balls to press hard against the soft
flesh there.
Achilles bellowed as he felt her fingers press
against the soft skin between his anus and his balls,
and he shot wad after wad of come into her willing,
sucking mouth, gasping in pleasure as she continued to
work his sensitive knob.
Princess felt his come splatter against her throat
and she swallowed greedily, sucking down each blast of
his come and luxuriating in the feel if it sliding
slickly down her throat. She was such a slut, such a
whore, she thought, to be doing this, and felt another
small orgasm shake her as she squeezed her thighs
together once more. She kept sucking on his cock until
he became flaccid and pushed her head away. She looked
up at him expectantly: she was a good slut, wasn't
she?
Achilles looked in amazement down at the doglike
expectancy on Amy's face as she gazed up at him, her
mouth slightly open in what was unmistakably excitement.
He had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams with her.
"You've been a good bitch, you have," he said, patting
her on the head. "You deserve a reward. Get up on the
bed."
She eagerly obeyed and laid on her side watching
him as he went over to his closet and took down a large
box, rummaged through it, and pulled out a large dildo
-- it was even larger than his cock, she saw, amazed.
It must have been twelve inches long and two thick, she
thought, growing excited at the mere thought of taking
that up her twat.
"Here you go, Princess, play with this while I
take some pictures." She grabbed it eagerly as it
landed on the bed and rolled onto her back, spreading
her legs and running the enormous dildo against her
swollen labia, moaning and gasping in pleasure as she
teased herself to further arousal.
Achilles pulled out his camera and began taking
pictures -- he didn't want to forget this, his first
night with Amy Sanders. Besides, she was so sexy
like that, in the throws of passion.
Princess could hear the sound of her master's
camera as she spread her labia with one hand and eased
the monster dildo in with the other, but it just
excited her more; she was going to be on film; he could
show any of his friends how nasty and sluttish she was.
Yes, she thought as she slid the dildo into her gaping
cunt until it bumped against her cervix, leaving a full
three inches outside her snatch. She moved her free
hand and began playing with her clit as she slowly
worked the dildo around in her cunt, pleasure assault-
ing every nerve in her body. She began to writhe and
moan as the sensations built, punctuated each time she
slammed the dildo hard against her cervix, sending
pleasure cascading up her spine. She could feel a
tremendous orgasm build within her guts, and she mashed
down on her clitoris, trying to bring it now, now -- so
close.
Rough hands grabbed the dildo from her and ripped
it from her cunt and knocked her other hand away from
her clitoris. Her body jackknifed up in unfulfilled
lust and she screamed "NOOOO!!!" trying to bring her
hands back to her clitoris, trying to achieve the most
incredible orgasm she had ever had which was just a
touch away. A sharp slap shocked her out of her sexual
frenzy as her head was knocked back onto the bed and to
one side, stunning her and sending her orgasm fleeing.
She moaned in sexual torment, wanting, needing, any
release now. Another slap knocked her completely back
to her senses -- god, she was so hot, needed it so
badly, but now she was looking into the eyes of her
angry master, partially obscured by her kinky blond
hair which had flown wildly about her head.
"What did you say to me cunt?" he growled angrily,
leaning over her and holding her down on the bed by her
shoulders.
"P... please... master..."
"What did you say to me?" He made his voice even
angrier.
"...no... master."
"YOU DON'T EVER SPEAK BACK TO ME AGAIN, YOU STUPID
CUNT!" he screamed, jerking her off the bed by her head
and dragging her to the foot of it.
"Please master, please," she begged, scared now as
he threw her onto her knees so that she was bent over
the end of the bed, her ass in the air. He placed one
hand against her neck, forcing her head into the
mattress, and grabbed a large paddle with the other.
WHACK! She screamed as he brought the paddle down
as hard as he could against the back of he thighs.
WHACK! She screamed again as the paddle struck
her ass cheeks with tremendous force.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Again and
again he brought the paddle down against her ass and
her thighs until they were a deep red from the beating
and she was sobbing into the mattress. He released her
for a minute and returned, spreading her asscheeks,
bringing a loud sob from her throat.
She was miserable; her ass and thighs were a mass
of fiery, throbbing pain. She should never had talked
back to her master, but she had been so close, so close
and he had taken it away from her. She still felt,
even after the beating, and aching emptiness in her
cunt, a yearning for an orgasm. What was he doing?
She felt a coolness around her anus as he smeared
grease over her sphincter. He was going to fuck her
in the ass! The thought drove some of the pain away.
He beat her and then he was going to shove his fat cock
up her ass -- it was so perverse, so dirty, so nasty,
she felt her cunt twitch and the pain in her ass and
thighs burn hotter.
She felt the head of his cock press against her
anus as his fingers roughly dug into her throbbing
asscheeks. It felt like she was taking the biggest
shit of her life, but it didn't hurt thanks to the
copious amount of grease he had used. She felt it
slide slowly in, every single inch, filling up her
guts until she thought she was going to explode. It
felt so strange having a cock up her ass, so filling.
Achilles grunted as he popped his cock through her
tiny brown sphincter, watching intently as he slid it
slowly into her guts. Damn she had a tight ass, he
thought, as he bottomed out, his hips pressing against
her spread ass cheeks. He leaned over her until he
could whisper in her ear, and began whispering that she
loved having a cock in her ass, what a slut, what a
whore, that she was no better than a piece of fucking
meat to take his cock wherever he wanted to put it,
that she was a worthless slut to get off on this, and
more. He slowly pulled his hips back until only the
head of his cock was still in her ass, and then pounded
forward.
The things he was whispering to her, oh god, she
thought, sliding her hand down to her clitoris and
mashing it between her fingers; it was so hot, so good.
Her mouth opened into an O of surprise and pleasure as
she felt his cock slowly slide out from her ass, feel-
ing like it was dragging her guts with it. It felt so
strangely good. She imagined Amy getting used like she
was, and that excited her more: goody-two-shoes Amy
getting beaten and fucked like some piece of meat --
she grunted in passion.
Achilles slammed his cock in and out of Amy's tiny
asshole, reveling in the sensations assaulting his
penis. It was so tight and clinging, and he was still
turned on from his paddling of her. God, he thought,
Amy Sanders, letting me pound her ass then letting me
fuck her up the bum, and loving every minute of it. He
felt, deep in his groin, the beginning tingle of what
he knew was going to be a tremendous orgasm.
Princess was practically out of her mind now. The
twin pleasures, so different, from his cock in her ass
and her fingers on her clit were driving her wild. She
grunted in time with his viscous thrusts and drool
spilled from her gaping mouth. Her whole body felt
like it was on fire; even her breasts which were being
rubbed achingly back and forth against the bed as her
body jerked to her master's thrusts. She had begun
trembling she didn't know when, the pleasure so over-
whelming, but she drove her fingers harder against her
clit, knowing that with a little more, just a little
more, she could go even higher.
It started in her ass as her master drove his tool
deep into her guts. It felt as if a cool wave of
pleasure washed over her body, causing her to jerk
convulsively and jam her nails hard into her clit,
sending shooting sparks of pleasure flashing through
her overworked nerves. She felt these two pleasures
build into a crescendo, becoming more and more intense,
making her body rigid in anticipation, then sending it
into wildly jerking spasms as the most incredible
orgasm literally burst through her ass and groin,
sending her wailing and thrashing under her master.
Achilles felt her ass spasm around his cock and
felt the pressure in his own groin reach a breaking
point: any minute now, he thought, moaning at the
intense pleasure. He grabbed onto her hair as he felt
her body begin to jerk beneath him, and groaned as her
ass began sucking at his cock. He held on for dear
life, hands tight around her skull, cock buried to its
limit in her ass, as her body became a bucking bronco
beneath him and her as a sucking, grasping, greedy
orifice, trying to devour him. His yell matched hers
as his cock spat out its come deep into her bowels,
filling her with his seed. He held on, overwhelmed
with pleasure as her ass kept squeezing and milking
his cock while her body trembled and jerked beneath
him.
He lay on top of her for a full minute until her
trembling subsided and he could work up enough energy
to move. Slowly he pushed himself off of her and
winced as his sensitive cock popped from her ass. "Okay
Princess, get dressed and go home. I want to see you
in the orange grove tomorrow, though. Don't disappoint
me." With that, he staggered into the bathroom and
splashed some water on his face.
Princess lay there, her senses reeling from her
orgasm, and listened to what her master said. No, she
thought dizzily, she wouldn't disappoint him. She got
up and quickly dressed, giggling as she left her
master's house: wouldn't Amy be pissed when she found
that she'd have to clean up after her. All that yummy
come leaking out of her asshole right now and running
down the back of her thighs -- poor little Amy. She
giggle again as she thought about it.
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