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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Part 5
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O-2000 - Part 5 (FFFf, Fdom, Extreme Violence)
By "SafeWord"
Dedicated to: Deitre, Who could say more in fewer words
than I'll ever manage:
to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
to: "O"
Chapter 5: Coming out Party: Episode II: Victim of love.
***
Cindy drove with fierce concentration, paying no
attention to me. Her hands gripping the wheel tightly.
I kept my knees up as she had ordered. My shoes kept
slipping down off the leather seat so I wrapped my arms
around my legs to hold them.
It didn't matter.
Cindy was in another world and ignored me.
The 15-minute trip was made without her speaking.
We drove to the outskirts of the city and into a wooded
suburb dotted with finer homes. She pulled into a long
driveway and paused in front of a large ranch style
home with a double garage. The place was huge. Cindy
activated an automatic door opener and when the door
was open, drove into the empty garage. She turned off
the ignition as the door closed behind us.
Cindy turned to me and the look on her face...
frightened me! She ordered me out of the car and as I
did, slid over to my side and followed me out. Gripping
my arm, she, slammed the car door behind us. I was then
roughly manhandled though a connecting door, down a
hall into a room with a pool table.
Cindy turned me to face her. "All right, Tracy's little
Pig, Strip," she ordered.
I removed my clothing for her. The floor was dark tile,
cold on my bare feet.
"Turn around and move to the pool table."
I turn and move until my hips touch the cool edge of
the table edge. My heart beating fast.
Cindy's voice in my ear "I wanna hear you cry for
'Mommy!' Bitch! Spread your legs, lean over on the
table and put your arms over your head. Don't you Dare
Fucking move!"
I lay over on the table, my breast's ticked by the
rough felt surface.
"Oh Yeah! Sweet Little Ass, You ready little Pig?"
I sense the blow coming, long before she hits me.
My ass explodes in pain, the blow drive me into the
table's edge, my ass screams pain signals to my brain
for help, but no help is coming, my mind stunned,
shocked, numbed.
Another.
Stars, Pain. Oh Christ!
And another.
Tears, welled in eyes, Sweat beads on Forehead
Again.
Sound of Slam on Flesh, Jaws Locked, Teeth Grinding.
Again.
Fists Quenched. My fingernails stabbing, cutting into
my palms. A voice from a haze of pain "Not yet Pussy?
You Will!" Worst yet. Harder! Pain, so intense my body
goes into spasms, all muscles strained, up on the tips
of my toes, drool from my mouth on the table felt.
And keep on, blows, slamming into my ass, sparkles of
intense pain so terrible that measurement had no
meaning.
Steady, measured, slow, blows. Considered, aimed,
deliberate delivery of pain. How long Cindy beats me I
do not know, nor many blows she lays on me.
My mind moves away... detached... drifting... settles
above me and looks down as a dispassionate observer.
Not me lying there. Couldn't be me?! Some else?
Wondering what is destroying the body down there? What
instrument of torture?
A pretty girl. A spanking? No. Too much violence!
Too much hate in application!
Destruction of that girl's body.
Why????
Drifting to...
Mental Images of a damp stone dungeon, dark smoky
walls, red glowing pits of fire, black steel bars,
gleaming sharp steel hooks, fat hairy men wearing metal
studded leather vests and hoods... leering... small
female soft tender white skin chained clamped spread
open... for use... for... Pain!
Returning. Awareness. A voice calling me, hastening, my
mind back into my body. "Ok, that's enough. I don't
wanna kill you!" Cindy panting in deep gasps of
breathlessness. Her voice close, "Jesus! I gotta give
it to you, you're one dam tough little bitch. You just
gonna lie there and let me beat you to death?"
My voice cracks "if you want to."
Cindy's in stunned reply, "WHAT! Jesus Christ, What!
If I want to? ... Why?"
I swallow, the pain in waves, my cheek hurting now,
rubbed sore on the felt. Quietly to her, "I like It."
Cindy away "LIKE IT!!!" Her hand in my pussy probing,
more pleasure, "Well I'll be fucked. You're soaking
wet! Jumping Jesus what a weird little..." she paused
"Angel, you are one Strange puppy!"
My thoughts drifting again, refuge in dreams, a song in
my head, scattered lines ' ... you don't care much for
a stranger's touch, but... I know what's been on your
mind... If I could only stop my mind'.
Shivers, pain receding, returning.
Cindy's voice, concerned, "ok, stay there," then
returning, close, "Mom uses this for sunburn, it'll
numb you."
Her hands on me. I feel the pressure only, no feel of
her touch, my nerves too numb to feel anything so
gentle, coolness of lotion, medicated tingling,
chemicals killing the last of brave little ass nerves
calling for help.
Returning...
Her voice "baby, your butt is turning blue already,
your gonna have some Sorry looking ass tomorrow."
"Can you get up?"
I lift myself up and her hands are there, helping me,
now gentle. I manage to stand with her help, all
muscles now screaming, cramps in my legs, stomach
fluttering. Weak everywhere.
I look at Cindy, my face, neutral. She looks exhausted.
Her hair disheveled. Her light-blue tee shirt has a
wide dark, wet, sweat line running down to her jeans. I
wonder what, I look like? I see leaned on the wall
behind her an English Cricket Bat. That's what it was!
I wonder if her Dad is English?
She leads me down the hall and helps me lie down on a
bed. Her bed. My face sinks into a soft Duvet bedcover.
She sits down on the bed at my head, her hand stokes my
hair, I shiver; roll on my side facing her, pressure on
my bum, ouch! More pain, shivers.
Cindy clears her throat "Look Honey, this ain't what I
planned. I wanted to hurt you cause you stole Tracy
from me but, shit, I was gonna just hit you a couple of
times, not Kill you! I wanted to hear you scream and
beg. But, you don't do that, do you?"
I stole Tracy! Cindy was in love with Tracy! Also!!!
I turn my head and look at her. "I didn't steal Tracy,
I'm her Slave. She owns me."
Her mouth open "Her Slave? Is that what you think you
are?"
"I am!"
"Slave, eh! Well... I ain't gonna beat anyone's Dog!
... You wanna rest a while before I take you home?"
"No."
"You don't want to rest?"
I look into her eyes "No, I don't want to go home."
She looks at me, puzzled, "You want to stay after that!
...you don't wanna be my slave now do you?"
"No. I belong to Tracy... but... I like what you do...
With me... To me."
A pause, "Well Honey, I'm starting to like you...
You're dam tough like your sister. Do you know, really,
what a slave has to do when told?"
I explain to her that Tracy had told me all about it
and I had decided it was what I wanted to be.
She looks at me and smiles. "Ok, Sugar, I guess you
know enough and I watched that tape. You seem to like
it to be bossed around, that's for sure!"
"...Well, I ain't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth,
If you want things done to you. That's fine with me...
When you feel up to it, the showers over there. The
gang's gotta be here in a while and I got things to get
ready."
"You're gonna be my 'piece de resistance' tonight, but
some of the routine is gonna be cut."
I was alone, stiffness setting in my legs. I force
myself up and into Cindy's washroom. The shower pours
heat and energy into my body. I am drying myself off
when Cindy appears at the door.
"Ok..? What should I call you? I don't want em to know
your name."
"I like... Angel."
"You will be one, if you don't fight back, Sometimes,
Anyway! Come on over here Angel... I've got to get you
ready."
Cindy makes me stand in front of her as she sits on the
bed. She takes a tube of lipstick and uses it on my
nipples painting them a bright red. My small nips swell
as she touches me and stand out perky, hungry for
attention. She applies lipstick on my mouth.
Next she hands me a set of black nylons with wide band
stay up tops. I sit on the bed and put them on, my ass
hurts when I sit, but that means nothing. She helps me
smooth them on my legs and the touch of her hands
thrills me. Then she hands me a pair of black high heel
platform sandals.
"Mom. Bought these to be trendy and has never warn
them, try em on."
They do fit, perfectly. I love them.
Cindy then has me stand in front of her. She steps me
into a funny heart-shaped device with two leg straps
and pulls the straps up unto my asscheeks. It fits
snugly right on and pressing into my pussy.
She says, "You'll like this," and reaches out and
touches the front of the device.
Waves of vibrations hit my pussy and clit and the
climax buckles my legs. I fall to my knees at her feet.
Laughing at me, "Jesus" She says "See! Told you!"
She turns it off.
Cindy look down at me, "If anyone gets too rough or
anyone puts anything in your pussy, you use your safe
word and dam well. Holler! Got it?"
I tell her, ok. She places a hood over my head that
covers my eyes but leaves the lower part of my face
exposed. The hood, she fastens at the neck. Then a
collar and leash, the chain cold.
Cindy then has me turn around and put my arms behind my
back. She forces my hands into a funny glove and laces
it closed. The glove pries my arms back and my breasts
stick out.
She then sits me on the bed, "Ok Angel I'll come and
get you soon and I'm sure my gang'll make you do lots
of, things!"
She is laughing to herself, as she closes the door and
leaves me. I sat and wait to be called for service.
From the house, I hear the doorbell ring a couple of
times, greetings, laughter, steps to and from the hall.
Cindy's voice from the hall "this is your room." but
across the hall.
Time passes. More rings, friends meeting, glasses
tinkling.
Laughter.
Mummer of a small crowd getting louder with friendship
and the effect of drinks.
A toilet flushing, people in rooms around me.
Not mine. I sit in solitude. Expectant. Waiting.
Cindy talking louder.
Then Silence.
Cindy's bedroom door opens, the smell of Rum, her voice
in my ear.
"Ok, Angel you're on. Time to Serve. Little Slave."
My leash motions me to my feet. Something, heavy, soft,
is draped on my shoulders, fastened it at the neck.
A robe?
"Follow me" she orders and leads me out of the room
down the hall.
I hear people talking in front of me but conversation
stops, as we approach.
I hear people, moving around me. Someone's nervous
giggle, but no one speaks.
Cindy says "Ok, girls, here is my little surprise for
the evening. Our entertainment."
I feel a hand release the clasp of the rope and push it
off my shoulders. I stand naked in a room of people.
People, I do not know, see me. Look at me. Naked.
Someone gasps, "She's beautiful." --A whisper,
"Prostitute."
Cindy's voice "No. She isn't... She's a Slave... She's
called Angel... She's borrowed... Our's tonight."
Someone "A Slave! Come on Cindy!?"
Cindy orders "Angel... Kneel... Hands and knees...
Face close to the floor." A gentle jerk on my leash.
I go down onto my knees and over onto my hands, my nose
touches the rug under me. Shoes touch my hands as
someone steps close.
Cindy's voice, "Lick my feet."
I feel a foot brush my nose, smell the leather of
shoes. I move my mouth. My lips touch flesh. I flick
out my tongue. Toes are under my tongue, I lick them.
Someone gasps again, others giggle, another bursts out
laughing, is hushed. My face, scarlet under my hood. I
lick Cindy's feet, my leash is pulled.
"Come on Angel meet my friends." She dog walks me a few
steps forward then stops me.
"Ok Angel, say Hi to Pam." and pushes down on my head.
Flesh touches my lips. A new set of toes. I sniff,
lick. The toes move under my tongue then lift and toe
bottoms are presented to me. I lick.
Someone Pam? "She tickles." Another, "That's so cool.'
Cindy jerks on my leash "Sit up." I sit back on my
heels.
Someone else "Heh, I want her to lick mine." --
laughter.
Cindy says to her friends "Look gang... she, will do
anything you want! Anything at all! Just tell er! You
can do anything to her, except touch her pussy, leave
that. I mean it! And, no marks or scratches. I don't
think you'd better spank her. You can see she has had a
good one already!"
--Someone, "I'll say!" Her friends talking. A quiet
shout, "Me! First!" --giggles.
Cindy continues, "One more thing, she has a special
word that means to you, STOP. And you dam well stop,
what you are doing, to her, instantly! And get me! It
means she needs help and is in trouble... so you
Friggin stop or you'll deal with me. Her word is
'Mommy', don't laugh 'Mommy'! Remember it. I don't
think your gonna hear it, she's tougher than she looks,
but in case... anyway... don't be afraid to be rough
with her, she likes It!" The room dead silent.
Nervous laughter. A voice questioning, "can we have
her, together?" Another voice "Oh, you two!" Laughter.
Cindy, "Yes! And ah, she likes to drink, not just
water!"
--Someone puzzled "what else?" another voice "You're
kidding... right?"
Cindy laughing, "... Nope, have fun, who's first?"
The shouts, sound like an auction in progress. --
Someone, "Get the cards."
Cindy once again "Leave her in the kitchen when you're
done with her, after everyone has a turn if anyone
wants her again, get her there. Clean too! For the next
girl."
Husky laughter. --Someone, "Where in the kitchen?"
Cindy "Tie her leash to the back door."
--Someone "I won!!!" My leash pulled upwards, a
tentative unknown voice. "Angel, come." I follow. Lead;
service to perform, for a stranger.
I was on fire.
Continued in part 6...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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