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Slave Rape (Mdom/F, rel, v, ped, oral)
By Jaz (Jaz1701@webtv.net)
If a slave is totally obedient, and will do anything
for her master-can he rape her? What if it's NOT her
master?
I think I may have been raped tonight. But I'm not
sure. There is nobody offline that I can talk to
about it. My name is...well just call me Susan and I
are almost 17 years old. In a lot of ways I appear to
be a normal teenager. I hang with my friends, am
learning to drive, and am just starting to worry
about college. I guess the only thing that is really
different about me is that I have a Master (you can
call him) John; and I are his slave, his slut, and
his property. God you have no idea how good it feels
to write that. John owns me, I would do anything for
him-and he knows it, expects it...demands it. Here is
where it gets kinda sticky.
John is 28 yrs old. Since I am underage and in fact
living at home we have to keep things quiet. My
master and I get together as often as we can but the
truth is a large part of our relationship is
facilitated by technology. Cell Phones, E-mail,
Scanners, Beepers-we use them all. Master can track
my every movement, he can reach me whenever he wants
me. I did not become a slave overnight. I have dated
other guys before I met John. I enjoyed flirting with
them, teasing just a little. Some guys are so weak.
I'd just walk by, wiggle my plump little ass, smile
and they were mine. To be honest, well they bored me.
John was so different. He was powerful, commanding. I
instinctively knew I could not manipulate him. It
felt natural, right to obey him. Obedience is the
only thing of value I have to give my sweet master.
Usually I am such a good little Slave. Last week
though, I was not. That's why I am in so confused
now. I think that I why I was raped. I got a call
from my master at 5am Monday morning.
"Uh...hello. Whizit?" I groaned sleepily.
"Pull down your panties, spread your legs and
masturbate for me. Now."
"Yes master, right away!" I said as I threw the
covers back, and took off my master's oversized
nightshirt that I always slept in. Soon I was
completely naked. I locked my bedroom door and spread
myself on the bed.
"I'm ready master, I'm so wet for you. I'm thinking
of you. I wish you were here, I wish you were
touching me. Oh master I'm squeezing my tits for you.
My little nipples are so hard, won't you taste them?
Please master, I need you. I'm rubbing my juices on
my nipples. They look so slick, and hot now. Master
my cunt is red and raw, my pussy is all itchy and
wet. My thighs keep sliding together. Are you hard
master, should I come to you and suck your dick for
you? I can sneak out, please master I could be there
in 30 minutes. I need you master. I don't want my
fingers in my cunt, I want your thick dick in me.
Pleeazze master, oh god, oh god I'm gonna cum!" I
wailed.
"No! You do not have my permission to cum. Stop
slave. I want you to be thinking of me all day in
school. Reach in your pussy and scoop your juices
out. Now rub it into your hair and skin. You are not
to shower today. I want anyone who gets close to
smell that you are a sweaty little slut in heat. Put
on your blue satin shirt, black denim jeans and
leather sandals. No panties, no bra, no socks, no
makeup, no shower, no deodorant, no perfume. Do you
understand?"
My heart was pounding. Did John know what he was
asking? I only owned one pair of Black jeans. They
were a size and a half too small for me now. It was
going to look like they were sprayed on me. Without
panties the stiff material was going to be rubbing
against my clit-I'd be in a state of constant arousal
all day. The shirt though...my god in the right light
it was almost see through.
Having that sheer material sliding over my sensitive,
apple-sized breasts would be torture. But the worst
thing had to be the smell. I reeked of sex, I smelled
like a freshly fucked whore. How could John ask me to
do this? Then it hit me. He wasn't ASKING me. He was
TELLING me. This was not my boyfriend making a
wardrobe request. This was my master giving his slave
an order.
"Yes master, I understand. I'll be a good slave."
"When you are dressed take a few Polaroid and scan it
to me. I have to drive upstate today and I want to
see how slutty you look. "John said and then hung up.
I received many strange looks that day. I wore the
shirt out to help cover my ass, but it was obvious
that the jeans were way too tight. Guys kept pointing
at me, and girls were whispering. People were staring
at the front of my shirt, it was just opaque enough
that they were not sure if I was wearing a bra. I was
really flustered by the no panty thing. I was
dripping little streams of cum. I had been to the
bathroom twice to clean up. Around 4th period my cell
phone rang.
"Where are you, and did you follow my orders? "
"I'm in the cafeteria. Yes master I did everything
you told me." I lied in a calm voice.
Imagine my surprise when I saw my master striding
towards me. I was so embarrassed, ashamed. I had worn
the outfit my master selected. I had no bra, or
panties on. But...I had showered, and did have
makeup, perfume, and deodorant on.
My master sat down at the table next to me and did
not say a word.
"H, Hello master. Um, I thought you were out of town
on business today. See I wore the outfit you asked
me to, do you like it? I have not masturbated all day
just like you told me to...Master I'm so sorry!"
"Slave I gave you some very simple instructions this
morning. You. Lied. To. Me. I am very disappointed
in you. I have no use for a disobedient, lying slut.
I think we are done," John said as he rose to leave.
I was losing my master, the center of my universe. I
had lied to him and it was all my fault. Of course he
would catch me. My master knows me so well. He knew
this would be hard for me. I could have made him so
happy. Imagine if he had found me dressed like a
whore and smelling like a slut? If I had surprised
him with my obedience? I couldn't let it end like
this. I had to try.
"Please Master, I'll do anything. Just give me a
chance. Punish me! Discipline your slave, but don't
leave me! I love you sir, please I love you! "
John stared at me with cold, stern expression on his
face for several seconds.
"OK, I'll give you a chance, to earn the right to be
punished. Right now you mean nothing to me. It is bad
enough that you did not do what I told you to do. But
you lied to me. Do you think I am a fool. One of the
stupid little boys that you used to control? Slut I
am your MASTER! It will not be easy to earn my trust
back. Your crime was severe, my punishment will be
the worst thing that has ever happened to you. I will
show no mercy. But before you will have the
opportunity to be punished, you must carry out my
original instructions. I want that fucking makeup off
of you, and I want your pussy juice rubbed into your
hair and face. Right now you are not my slave. You
are just a lying Bitch. The choice is yours."
Hearing the anger in my loving Master's voice was
almost too much to bear. I had hurt him. I had
betrayed my master. He had never called me a bitch
before. It had always been Susan, slave, or sexy-
little-slut. I had to win his love back. I did not
deserve it, but I had to try. I was making a choice,
no more hiding, no more double life. My master would
come first. As far as the punishment...well I guess I
figured that if I got my master to love me again, if
I was a good, submissive, obedient slut-slave he
wouldn't hurt me too bad.
"Master I love you, and I deserve any punishment you
see fit to give. I will obey, I will submit. I am
your property. You have the right to do anything to
me. I trust you sir, please do not leave your little
slave. I need my master. I am so sorry master. I
will do anything," I said in a quiet pleading,
respectful voice, as tears rolled down my face.
"Alright little whore bitch, let's get started. It
occurred to me that since I can't trust you, I don't
know if you are wearing panties or not. I mean it's
not like I can take your word for it. Show me."
We were in school. In a crowded cafeteria. We had not
been very discreet today. There had been screaming,
crying, and I was dressed like 5-dollar crack whore.
My 28 yr old Master was sitting across from me. It
felt like everyone was looking. I knew they weren't
but still...
"Yes Master, let me show you."
Slowly I unzipped my jeans and pulled up my shirt to
just over my belly button. I was sitting down and the
table blocked the view of most people. If Master
looked quickly maybe nobody would see.
"Stand up, show me."
I slowly got up. Master slid his chair back and
indicated that I was to stand between his legs.
Slowly I raised my shirt and the gapped open jeans
revealed the tops of my pubic hair. I felt so exposed
standing there. I could not help blushing. Anyone who
looked closely could see me. I kept my eyes on my
master. How far would he take this? Would he strip me
naked in front of everyone? Would he make me fuck him
right here. That would teach me a lesson. I felt my
cunt begin to drip at the thought. My god how this
man could turn me on, could play with me. As much as
a small part of me sometimes rebelled-I knew that
when master pushed me, he expanded my sexual
pleasure.
Yes he was doing it primarily to please himself...but
he also made sure I would enjoy the experience. John
was such a good master. But he was still angry with
me. "Reach in your pussy and spread your bitch juice
on you face." I started shaking. I could not seem to
make myself do what master had ordered. Someone
would see! Oh, if only I had listened to master. I
could have done this in the privacy of my own room.
It was my fault for defying him. I tried my best to
slide a finger into my pussy as surreptitiously as
possible. I rubbed it into my cheek and looked at
John. He seemed puzzled.
"Do it again, this time get a lot on your finger and
hold it up so I can see."
I wanted to obey him but I knew I would fail. My
pussy was almost dry. I had cleaned my girl cum out
in the bathroom just before master called. I had to
tell him.
"Master...there is no more. I have been cumming all
day, and was smelling really bad so...I went to the
bathroom and cleaned it all out. I am sorry master."
I knew Master was furious, but his face never showed
it. He did not like it when a disobedient slave
thwarted his plans.
"Do you expect me to BELIEVE you? Should I just TAKE
your word for it?
Put my hands in your pussy and I will check for
myself."
It was humiliating. Not so much what master was
telling me to do(although that was bad enough), but
why he felt he had to. My master did not trust me. He
thought I might look him in the eye, while standing
between his legs-and disrespectfully lie to him. I
was Jonathan Pressman's slave! There is dignity in
that, honor. I had the love and trust of kind and
powerful man. But I had lost it...no I had pissed it
away. Every time he questioned my honesty, my
loyalty, my obedience-my love it physically hurt me,
because I knew how much it must have hurt him to do
so. I would get his trust back. I would earn the
right to be his little slut again. I could not wait
to prove myself to him.
If he wanted me naked in my High School
cafeteria...oh god I would do it. I reached out and
took my master's right hand and put it down the front
of my jeans. His hand felt so hot as his fingers
wriggled about feeling for the entrance to my vagina.
Master's expression was cool and detached. He was not
doing this for my pleasure. This was almost a medical
exam. He simply wanted to evaluate how juicy I was.
"Follow me Susan."
Apparently I had been upgraded from bitch, because I
had obeyed him and told the truth. But if the truth
be known in some ways it was worse. This man is not
my boyfriend, we are not equals. Yes I love him, and
I know he is fond of me; but I preferred to
acknowledge his dominance over me by calling him
master. In public it was sometimes necessary to use
our given names. When he called me Susan it was
usually an attempt to disguise what we really were-a
slave and her loving master. I guess having master
call me Susan was a little better than Bitch, but it
was still a reminder that because of my disobedience
our relationship had changed.
Master led and I followed.
He took me into the boy's bathroom. He just walked
right in, smiled at the nerd who was washing his
hands, and escorted me in to the large handicapped
stall.
"Get naked now."
I could not tell if anyone else was outside the
stall, but I knew better than to keep master waiting.
I pulled my pants down and my shirt off. Master sat
down on the toilet and said, "Feed me your breasts."
I stood close to him and leaned over his face. I held
my right tit up to his face and mashed it tight
against his mouth. John breathed and sniffed my tit
for several seconds before greedily devouring it. He
lovingly licked the underside before settling in on
my nipples. Master nibbled and sucked me hard. His
arms circled my waist and he hugged me tight. After a
while he started playing with my pussy while sucking
my tits. It was too much.
"Master please you have to stop or I will come,
please master I am trying to be your good little
slave. Master you are making me feel too good, oh god
master stop or I will cum!" I wailed in desperation.
"That's ok Susan, you have permission to cum. I want
you to catch every drop and rub it in your hair. Cum
for me now!"
I did. I had wanted to do this all day. I came all
over master's hands and cupped my hands underneath
his as best I could to catch it. I rubbed my pussy
juice all over my hair. When master pulled out of my
cunt I grabbed his hand, and lovingly rubbed it on my
face and licked and kissed it clean. Master actually
smiled at me.
"Hello slave," his deep voice rumbled and echoed in
the bathroom stall. I started crying when he
addressed me by my proper title. I was his slave
again!
"Thank you master-oh-sweet-master, your-slave-loves-
you!" I babbled as I clutched his arm to me.
He pulled me into his lap and held me for a few
minutes. I was naked in the boy's filthy bathroom and
I was happy and content to be in my master's arms.
Master played with my breasts and smelled my hair.
"You smell like a hot little fuck-slut but...you
don't smell like MY property yet. Stand up
slave...good. I am pulling my pants down...for the
next 30 seconds you may put my dick in any hole on
your body. Go!"
I wasted a couple of seconds trying to gently line
his dick up to my cunt. It was taking too long. I
grabbed master's fat cock and stuffed it into my
pussy as I straddled his lap. I felt so full as he
stretched my slippery cunt. I tingled and itched all
over and only my Master's hot dick could bring me
relief. How long did I have left? I did not know as I
slammed myself over and over on to John's hard beef
meat.
"My master, my master, my master; fuck, fuck, fuck me
MASTER, Fuck your SLAVE'S PUSSY RAW!" I screamed as I
lost control and ground myself harder and harder on
his cock. Master was saying something but the words
did not register as I pounded him into me. Suddenly
he lifted me off of his dick and threw me hard
against the bathroom door.
"Damnit Slave no means no! When I tell you to stop
you STOP! I said you get 30 seconds and that is what
I fucking meant. Now get on your knees and suck my
balls. I am going to cum all over your pretty little
face. I want my scent on you for the rest of the day.
Now suck, Susie-slut, suck."
The bell rang signaling the end of 4th period. I could
hear boys in the bathroom now using the other stalls
and urinal. I started sucking my master's balls and
tried to block everything else out. I wanted to see
if I could swallow them. I licked and kissed his sac
for about a minute. Master was shivering. I must
have really got to him, cuz he usually tried not to
show any emotion during sex. It made me feel so good
to make my master squirm and writhe under me. I did
not even mind having my chin resting on the toilet,
or the smell of urine that surrounded me. I sucked
and kissed master's fat cock and heavy balls.
Finally he grabbed my face and pressed his dick up
against my nostrils. Load after salty load went up my
nose and dripped down my face. I knelt before him and
waited until he finished. The last few shots he
pressed against my eyelids. I opened my eyes and
could see the world through my master's cum. When he
recovered he used his dick like a paintbrush and
rubbed his cum-cream into my face. I know I looked
shiny and sticky now, but soon there would be a layer
of cum-crust.
"Now there is my pretty little slave. You have never
looked or smelt better. This is how you belong. I am
tempted to make you walk down that hallway naked and
cum stained. Do you think you could make it to my car
before some horny teenage boy grabbed you and raped
you. Maybe a couple of lesbo cheerleaders would see
your fat naked ass wagging at them and tackle you,
spread you open and lick that wet pussy of yours.
Don't blame them. You are made to be a rape-slut.
Hmm...it is tempting....but for now I think I like it
that I am the only one who gets to know all of your
secrets; the little dimples in your ass. Only your
master should knows how sloppy your cunt gets. How
you whimper and moan and sometimes cry as you cum.
You have pleased me slave. You will be punished for
lying to me-but I will keep you."
"Master...thank you. I love you so much, but
master...can I ask you a favor. I know I don't
deserve it but... Master you did not cum in my mouth.
Anyone who sees me today will know I belong to you,
if anyone touches me they will see how hot and wet I
am, If anyone asks me why I look this way, they will
hear me say that my master wanted me to. I cannot lie
anymore. If anyone smells me they will know what I
am. Master I want to taste you in my mouth. If I
breathe on someone they should smell your cum. Please
master, will you cum in my mouth?"
"Yes little one, open your mouth and I will fuck it
for you. But we have to hurry, I have stayed too
long. "
Master's cock was already hard and he did not take
long. His thumb was in my pussy and his forefinger
was up my ass, the whole time I sucked him. We came
together. I did not swallow right away. I swished and
gargled his juices in my mouth. Then I blew little
sperm bubbles. Finally I drank his load, and was
content.
Master and I got dressed. I looked at myself in the
mirror and could not help but blush. I looked like a
15-yr-old's wet dream. Everyone would know I had been
freshly fucked. I would be the talk of the school. I
wondered if they would call my parents. My reputation
as a bright, quiet girl was over. Forever. I would
not have chosen to come out of the closet like this.
But...that's the whole point. My master makes these
decisions for me. I just had to learn to accept it.
As we walked down the hallway, and out to his car,
arm in arm he smiled at me.
"You handle discipline very well slave, I am going to
enjoy punishing you. Sometime in the next week you
will be severely punished. Your life may never be the
same afterwards. Now give me a kiss. Don't play with
your pussy until I see you again."
Master got in his car and drove away. I love my
master and would do my best to please him no matter
what, but...I am not masochistic. I do not enjoy pain
so master's threat made me very uncomfortable. As I
walked back inside I could not help but imagine the
terrible, sexual things my master would do to me.
John knows me too well. He knows how to break me if
he wants to. I love him so much. Sometimes he can be
wonderful, so tender it almost makes me cry. However
there was no denying that my master cold also be
cold, unrelenting and well; almost cruel at times. If
you flipped his switch, if you set him off, under the
right circumstances, my master is dangerous. It was
buried most of the time beneath a layer of deep,
cool smoothness...but John could be one mean, nasty
mother fucking asshole if you pissed him off. I love
my master, but I know him. And I was scared.
I was really scared.
I thought back to the start of our relationship; of
some of the mind-bending, limit shattering fantasy
scenarios that he had warned me I would eventually
have to endure if I wanted to be his slave. We had
been together since I was 14 yrs old. I was a virgin
when we met. Oh I had flirted with guys, I am a
playful cock tease at heart. I'm glad I waited for
master to train me how to have sex. At first he was a
kind and patient master. He was so gentle. He eased
me into sex, coaxed me into slavery. For many months
he was my "Man or my Lover," (he never let me call
him my boyfriend). Kissing, petting, sucking, oral
and finally vaginal-master taught it all to me. He
loved stripping me and just playing with my body for
hours, making me cum over and over. He would bring me
right to the edge of orgasm and then ask me to do or
say something for him before he would give me
release.
I was terrified the first time he pulled out a
Polaroid camera when I was naked. I had to cum so
badly and he insisted I let him take my picture-so I
let him. Over the next 3 weeks the poses he ordered
me into grew more and more explicit, the things he
made me do were...nasty. Soon we moved from
Polaroid's to video cameras. One day he asked me to
pretend I was a hot little slave who would do
anything to please her master. He taped me for hours.
It was like he was taking a piece of my will with
every picture, every cassette.
"Susan, spread your legs, wider...wider slut. Now
look at the camera. Beg me to fuck you, louder you
sweet little kitty cat, mmm finger yourself...scream
my name slut. Good lick your juices off your
hand...very nice little slut, such a good girl. Come
sit on my lap and I'll fuck that slick little cunt of
yours, you earned it. You've made me very happy."
I was 15 years old when I called John "Master" for
the first time. Slowly it stopped being a role, it
became a way of life. It felt so natural, so obvious
that this man was dominant to me. He can make me do
things that I would never dream of doing for any
Things that would never even occur to me .I love
surrendering myself to him. His wants, his needs, his
slightest whim-it stimulated me sexually to obey him.
But it is more than just the sex. As our relationship
deepened he became the only thing that really
mattered to me. Don't get me wrong I loved my mom and
little sister. I even loved my dad, though he could
be a pompous ass sometimes. But nobody compared to
how I loved John. It was almost...religious at times.
You know what I mean-Joan of arc, hang me on a cross,
walk across some hot coals-I'd die for him, kind of
love.
I think the very real need to keep our relationship
secret from everyone, made it more exciting. We have
to work at it, plan our time together. I almost never
get to sleep in his bed, in his arms they way I want.
Every moment is stolen, budgeted-precious. I used to
have a couple of close friends but we have drifted.
How can I justify spending time with my friends, when
I could be with my master? Oh we still hang sometimes
but , to be honest they seemed so fucking silly,
nattering on about going to the mall, what boy they
had gone to second base with, or how cool the
Backstreet Boys are. I am sorry but I just could not
relate.
I found myself spending more and more time when I
couldn't be with John, online in D/s chatrooms, or
cruising the erotic story sites. It felt good to talk
to people who understood, who got "it." I talk to
this one guy named Jaz a lot. I hope he won't mind it
if I mention his name to all of you. He is deeply
weird, but funny too and it was good to have someone
who wouldn't judge me, shit couldn't judge me. His
life was too fucked up for that. I don't know
anything personal about him really. What's his real
name? How old is he, what he does for a living, is he
married, race, religion, cock size-nothing.
It's funny how the Internet can make you feel close
to someone when deep down you know you shouldn't. But
we are able to talk about things I could never tell
my so-called friends, or family. Things my master
"Won't" talk to me about. Jaz travels a lot though,
and is gone a week or more at a time so...that's why
I'm posting this letter. I can't sit around waiting
for Mr. Jaz to cruise back in town. I need help now.
It had been 2 days since Master had visited me in
school. He had not called or given me permission to
masturbate. I was convinced that if I disobeyed him,
somehow he would know. So I decided to be a
good(horny) little slave and wait for master to let
me cum. I was online a lot, looking at the nastiest,
sluttiest sex sites I could find. Jaz went out of
town Wed, but he had sent me a copy of his free
story/pic list. Lord knows I have a kink or two in my
personality, but I found myself wondering just how
sick Jaz really was. I mean there were links to the
most perverted, downright filthy stories I had ever
heard of. I'd guess there are over 70,000 stories on
the list, with about 4,000 nasty pics thrown in just
for fun.
Did I mention, Jaz writes Rape/Incest stories too. I
had read a few of his before and liked his
power/dominant themes. But during this 2-day torture
master imposed, I decided to read all 17 of Jaz's
stories at once. It was...hypnotic. His stories
painted a world in which betrayal lurked around every
corner. Girls my age were raped without mercy, as
were grown men, lesbians and others. I had
masturbated while reading stories before, but Jaz did
something to my pussy. It burned, and itched and
dribbled small flows of my juices-without me laying a
finger on it! That had never happened before. I could
obey my master's orders and still get some relief. I
was still hyper excited, and in need of my master's
thick cock but believe me Jaz you were a lifesaver.
Two days became four. I went to bed early Friday. My
sister had a violin recital, but I said I was sick so
my parents would go without me. It had been 4
fucking, days since master had fucked me. I had sent
master pictures of me naked with my pussy glistening,
and spread. I e-mailed him every day and begged him
to come fuck me, or at least let me call him. All I
got was an e-mail that said:
"Patience Slave, SOON."
I was leaking almost all the time now. My nipples
were constantly erect. I had actually taped a piece
of cotton to each nipple so they would not show. I
was cranky, irritable, and need to fuck. It wasn't
just the lack of sex that was bothering me. I needed
my master to dominate me, to subjugate me. I wanted
him to test me, to let me prove my loyalty and
obedience. What really hurt though was I knew my
master sure as shit was not going 4 days without sex.
How many slaves did he have. I knew for a fact that
he had at least one girlfriend. Beth(I hate that
fucking bitch) was not his slave. I try not to be
jealous but it is so hard. She calls him John, or
honey. She pouts and whines and demands things of
him-and he lets her. Master told me that one day he
would give me to Beth as a present. That I would have
to eat her pussy that she could beat me, play with me
any way she wanted to. She might make me fuck another
man, a hundred men, and I would have no choice.
I cried and begged master not to give me to her. It
was terrifying, it hung over my head like a sword.
Sometimes he would let her play with my tits through
my shirt. She really got off on squeezing, and
pinching me. Beth knew I did not belong to her she
had no right touching me, except the rights master
gave her. I have no lesbian tendencies. Master knows
this but he does not care. Once he made me let her
kiss me. Beth forced me to sit in her lap and suck
her tongue. I knew she wanted to fuck me, to rape me.
Master actually let her strip me and spread me on the
bed. I was sobbing uncontrollably.
"That's right you dirty little bitch, you are mine
now. I can't wait to break you. Cry all you want it
won't help. John is my man, and I'm tired of him
sleeping with a cheap slut like you. Spread your legs
you dumb fuck I want to see what you taste like
before I shove my fist up your pussy."
I could not believe what I was hearing, my brain just
started shutting down. I felt so betrayed. Master was
letting her do this to me. Hot, bitter tears fell on
my naked breasts as I felt her begin mauling me. Beth
spread my legs wide apart. It only lasted for a
second.
"You have overstepped yourself Beth. Take your hands
off my slave. I am her master and I will not let you
hurt her. Leave us. I will talk to you tomorrow. "
Master was furious, and Beth knew it. She left
without a word. Not many people are brave enough to
face my master when he is angry. I felt a body cover
me and was so happy when I opened m eyes and it was
my sweet master. He was so gentle that night, and
made me cum over and over. That was one of the few
times he let me cuddle with him after and sleep in
his bed for the whole night.
"Such a good little slave, you would have let her
rape you. I know you submitted because you love me. I
am very proud of you. But...you are not quite ready
for that step. One day though, I will give you to
her. You will not cry, or beg, you will submit. Get
used to it Susan, you must learn your place. You are
property. She is my girlfriend. I will not let her be
cruel to you but you will service Beth. But not
tonight little one, not tonight."
I laid in his arms and cried myself to sleep. I don't
think I can convey how it feels to know for a
certainty that you will be raped. Possibly more than
once, by a woman who takes pleasure in humiliating
you. I could not help wondering if Beth would be my
punishment. Could I do it? Could I really submit,
humbly, respectfully to the bitch I hated; to the
woman I was forced to share my master with? I was
thinking of that very question when I drifted off to
sleep on Friday.
I had been having vivid wet dreams all week. I was
semi conscious and could almost swear a large pair of
hands were running over my naked body. Slowly they
moved lower, and peeled my pussy apart. I felt a
sharp stab and became fully alert. Someone was in my
room! This was not a dream! I was blindfolded in my
own bed and could feel the weight of another person
in my bed. He was finger fucking my pussy rapidly. I
could hear my juices sloshing around and his
breathing was loud to my ears. I was scared, I wanted
to scream for help. My dad has a gun. Then it struck
me-what if the rapist had a weapon too. I could get
my father killed. A second later another thought hit
me. What if this was my punishment? What if this
rapist was in fact my master?
"Oh my god I could get my master killed, or arrested
if I scream."
If there was any chance that this was John I had to
be quiet.
"Master is that you? Is this my punishment?" I
whispered without seeing.
The man stopped playing with my pussy, and went back
to my tits. His hands covered both of them and he
began pulling first one then the other, like he was
milking a cow.
"Master please, you know I'll do whatever you want,
but I have to know, Sir is that you? Please Master I
need you so bad tell me-are you my master?"
"Yeah, sure kid I'm your master, and I'm gunna fuck
ya real good, " a gruff, growly, scratchy voice
informed me.
"Uh, sir you don't sound like my master, and why have
you blindfolded me? Can I please see your face just
for a minute so I know it is you? Then you can do
whatever you want to me, please Master, I need to be
sure it is you. "
"Slut, this is a test. You should know your master
even if you are blindfolded. You should instinctively
obey me no matter how I sound. You have been a
naughty slave and I have always wanted to Rape you.
Obey me and I will not hurt you much. I am your
master bitch!" Bitch, he called me bitch! It was my
master and this was clearly the punishment he had
promised. Master did have several rape fantasies and
had even made me give him a key to our house so he
could break in and rape me under my parent's noses.
It would not be pleasant but I did deserve to be
punished, and I was so grateful not to be turned over
to that sick bitch Beth for a lesbo rape, I wanted to
show my gratitude. I was horny as hell and trusted
master completely. If he wanted to fulfill his rape
fantasy who was I to deny him.
"Anything you want master, please fuck me. Please
fuck your little slave. I need you so bad master, and
I am sooo horny. I'll do anything."
"Um ok, great. Is thee anyone else in the house. How
quiet do we have to be?"
"Well my parents and my little sister, but their
bedrooms are upstairs and at the other end of the
house."
"Alright, uh how about you spread your legs and let
me taste you, ok?" I got on the bed immediately and
spread my legs wide. Master fumbled around a little
bit while he got comfortable, but soon his face was
buried deep in my snatch. He was licking and slurping
and stabbing my clit with his tongue. He grabbed the
backs of my thighs and butt and lifted my crotch
right up against his mouth.
" Oh god you taste so good baby, so sweet. I love it,
I'm going to lick you dry. Oh shit you are so hot. Do
you like my tongue in your pussy you tasty little
slut....can you feel me moving around inside you?"
I could feel him just fine. I was so horny after 4
days of no sex it did not take very long.
"Oh master stop, please I'm going to cum, I can't
help it master, I'm so sorryeeee!"
I wrapped my legs tight around master's head and
fucked his face as I came, and gushed all over him.
Oh my god I came before master, and without
permission! That was one of the first lessons I had
learned. Master owned my pussy. I had no right to
cum without his say so. As I laid in my bed gasping
for air I could not help but think how strange master
was acting. My master was usually so calm and in
control during sex. He never asked me questions he
just fucked me---in any way that he saw fit. Maybe
this was all part of the rape fantasy though.
Apparently tonight master wanted to pretend he was a
normal guy who was raping a young girl. He did not
seem to mind or even notice my faux-pause in cuming
before him. It was strange, but like always master
turned me on. I never dreamed of questioning him, at
least not at that point. My body was tingling and I
felt this electric buzz. I knew that I was on the
brink of a massive series of orgasms. I needed my
master's fat cock so bad, I had to get this cum out
of me.
"Climb in my lap baby I want you to taste your juices
from my lips."
I scrambled up in master's lap and we sat face to
face. He began licking and kissing me. John tasted
like cinnamon, and spices. As I sucked his tongue I
wondered what he had been eating(besides me). He had
never tasted or smelled like this before. I felt his
cock bumping around at the entrance of my vagina.
When is he going to fuck me?!" I thought to myself.
I was surprised at how long he was taking. Sure my
master liked playing with me AFTER we fucked, but
usually our first time was hot and hard and nasty and
FAST. Not tonight. Master kissed and sucked on my
nipples for a few minutes and then rolled me over
flat on my back. I put my arms over my head and
spread my legs wide. Now he had his tongue in my
belly button. Master had of course kissed me there
before but never like this. It went on for several
minutes. His tongue just kept poking my belly,
licking and sticking it in over and over. Each time
it went in my stomach clenched and rippled in
delight. A stream of my fluids were trickling down my
leg. It was very frustrating. My hands were almost
shaking from my prolonged hyper-excited state.
"Please master, fuck me now. I can't take it. "
"Oh sure thing, I guess you are wet enough...I want
you to enjoy it. Let me know if I am going to fast.
God you are so beautiful. Peel your lips open for
me...now guide me in...ahhh. Slowly he sank deep in
my pussy. It felt so good, so warm to be
filled....something was strange though. My master had
a short thick, beefy cock. Usually my tiny pussy was
stuffed and scraped in all directions at once. I
guess I must have been so slippery that it did not
feel as full. Apparently he was stroking me pretty
hard though because it felt like he was going deeper
than he ever had before.
"Oh you sweet little cunt, gonna fuck you, gonna fuck
you good. Cum for me baby, oh yeah. Going to make you
pregnant, so hot, so wet. Oh god I love it, I love
your little pussy. Sorry baby I can't help it your
making me cum! Take it slut, take my cum and like
IT!"
Master came inside me. He almost never did that. He
enjoyed cumming on my face, in my eyes, up my nose. I
can't remember when we last had missionary, vanilla,
cum in my pussy sex. It was...odd. As good as it
felt, all the praise, and politeness was throwing me
off. "I want you to enjoy it"?!! What the fuck was
that? I knew master was just playing with my head. If
I could see his face I know he would have that
mocking grin, which said he was in complete control.
Oh how he must be laughing at my confusion. Master
knew precisely what it took to bring me to orgasm, so
he must want to keep me on the brink. He was probably
laughing at how desperate I was to cum. It was cruel,
but then again this was not sex. It was punishment. I
would do my best to take it. John did not roll off of
me. He kept me pinned beneath him and kissed me, and
stroked my hair.
"You made me feel so good little girl. You are the
best. I need you again. Get on your stomach and I'll
give you a massage." The more he talked in that odd
scratch voice the less aroused I became. It was nice
to be praised occasionally, but this was just weird.
Now he wanted to give me a massage? I guess it was
supposed to, I don't know-give me pleasure. Frankly
all I wanted was for master to slide into me from
behind and powerfuck me till I cried, and came and
dripped snot all over my bed.
Instead I was being massaged. It did feel kind of
good in a way as master's strong hands rubbed my neck
and shoulders. He played with my rib cage and dug his
fingers under me to cup my tits. I could feel his
cock get hard again as his hands reached my ass. At
first he was very gentle, almost shy as he handled my
butt. slowly he became bolder.
"I love your tattoo, he said referring to the
{MASTER"S - slave} he had ordered me to get shortly
after I acknowledged him as my Dominant. He mashed
and kneaded my cheeks for a couple of minutes. He
kept pulling me wide apart. I could feel a breeze on
my exposed asshole. He was blowing on my asshole!
Then he started sniffing it.
"This ass is perfect! It looks delicious, it smells
wonderful...I gotta see how it tastes."
John ripped my cheeks as far apart as they would go
and then stuck his tongue up my asshole. He was
slobbering and drooling and worming his tong all
around. Every once in a while he took a long doggie
lick starting at my upper thigh, between my buns and
stopping at the small of my back. I had to admit it
felt amazing. If he would just do it a little longer
I would be able to cum-hard. I was on all fours and
began wiggling, and humping my ass back to meet him.
I was holding myself apart for him now and starting
to enjoy myself again.
"Ok bitch you're wet enough now. Hold that pose for
me you little butt slut."
"Huh, whaddya meaannnn! OW!!! John what are you
doing, you promised not to fuck me in the ass again
until I got bigger! Please god don't do this! Last
time I was bleeding for a week. I thought I would
have to go to the hospital! Master you promised! You
are too big for my tiny little ass." I cried out in
fear and disbelief.
Master had been so scared for me when I had started
bleeding the one time we tried anal sex. I don't
think any guy likes seeing his dick covered in blood,
and dripping shit. Master's thick dick had almost
caused me serious damage. I was 14 then so the
doctors would have reported it to my parents if I had
gone to the hospital. I'm sure they(and the police)
would have wanted to know how a 14 yr old gets her
ass split. Master could have been arrested, and our
relationship over. We had both agreed never to do
this again-at least not until I was much older, and
with plenty of lubrication. As I felt my Master's
dick sliding into me I kept waiting for the searing
blast of mind-fucking pain that was sure to come. It
never did.
Somehow...Master fit.
It was hard to believe my asshole had grown so much
in only a year and a half, but I guess it must have.
Oh it was not pleasant at first, but it was nowhere
near as bad as it had been the first time. I felt
really full, and knew if Master wanted too, if he
went just a little deeper it would hurt. But he
didn't He slowly worked me into a rhythm and let me
adjust to his cock in my ass.
"Shit baby, so good, so fucking good. Ummm, you are
so tight, I could fuck your sweet ass all night. How
does-uh, that, uh fell you hot little butt-slut. Take
my cock bitch, take my cock, cum for me little girl,
cum for me while I fuck this gorgeous ass." Master
ordered as he pounded my ass hard.
His hands were playing with my tits and cunt, and
rubbing my clit. It was too much for me to take all
at once.
"I'm cuming master, oh god feels so good, fuck me,
please don't stop. You own my ass, you own me. I
missed you so much master. Punish your slut, rape me
all you want, anytime you want. I can't help it, I'm
your slave, what can I do?"
Little orgasms were pouring out of me now, master's
hands were slick with my juices. He began feeding it
to me. I was still cumming as I licked my master's
hand clean. He gave one last brutal thrust and held
it at the bottom of me, as warm sticky blasts of his
sperm cleansed my ass. Feeling master spurt, hearing
him scream, and clutch at me, holding on for dear
life, sent me over the edge at last. The tears
started coming as I rode out a prolonged major
orgasm. I drifted off to sleep with John's warm dick
still in my ass and his hot cum cooling inside me.
I was not out for long. Master was just getting off
the bed. I reached up to take my blindfold off but he
stopped me.
"No! Slave we are not done. You have done very well
tonight, but now it is time for you to be punished.
Do you trust me? Will you obey your master? I am
going to give you a command. There will be no
discussion. You are my slave. And. You. Will. Do.
It. " This was it. Either I loved this man or I did
not. Either I trusted my master not to hurt me, or
what was the fucking point. He is my MASTER, I am his
slave.
"I will obey you Master, always."
"Take off your blindfold, Go upstairs, and bring your
little sister to me. Now. I promise, I will not hurt
her."
I could not believe what I had just heard.
My mouth went dry, and it felt like everything was in
slow motion. I could hear a rushing sound in my ears
as I stood up and removed my blindfold. Master was
sitting beside my bed, dressed all in black, and
wearing a ski mask. He looked so menacing, so
demanding, so dominant I instinctively went into
autopilot and obeyed him. I did not understand why he
wanted me to bring Shauna to him, but I would do it.
I promised myself though nothing bad would happen to
her. I would be in the room and if something went
wrong, I would protect her. I slipped a robe on and
left my room without a word. It was 2 in the morning,
everyone was asleep. As I climbed the stairs I came
up with a plan to lure my 14 yr old sister to my
room.
"Psst Shauna, wake up...come on sleepy head you have
got to come with me, I need your help, but be quiet."
My sister was groggy and confused as I pulled her up
out of bed. She staggered behind me as I led her to
my room and closed the door.
"Susan I'm sleepy, why'd you make me come down
hermmpf!" Shauna screamed as Master snuck up behind
her and taped he mouth shut.
"Shh Shauna don't be scared I'm right here. Just be
good and do what he says, and everything will be ok."
Master ordered me to put my blindfold back on and
then surprised me by handcuffing me to the chair.
"Master, I brought her, Please sir what are you going
to do to her. She is my baby sister...don't scare
her, Please!"
Master patted me on the head and then fondled my
breasts for a few seconds.
"Such a good little slave. I want to see your
sister's body. I am going to look at her, but I will
not touch her. No matter what you hear, I expect you
to sit in that chair and be quiet. Is that clear?"
What else could I do but trust my master?
"Yes Master," I said in a submissive tone.
John did not say a word the rest of the night. I was
blindfolded. I could hear my bed creak, and soon
heard Shauna's muffled screams. There was heavy
breathing and what sounded like slapping. Shauna was
begging and then keening and crying. It went on for
about 20 minutes and then it was quiet. The only
sound I could hear was Shauna's pitiful sniffles.
"Master!, master where are you? Is it over, please
untie me!."
Master did not answer, he was already gone.
EPILOUGE
The next morning my parents found us. I was still
handcuffed to the chair, and blindfolded. Shauna was
spread naked on my bed and gagged and tied to the
frame. Clearly she was in shock. She refused to speak
and would not even look at me. The Doctors all claim
she has been raped, that we both have. I knew there
was no way I could explain what really happened, so I
just went along with their theory. Obviously
something had happened to Shauna. I was afraid to
contact master with the police and my parents
watching so closely. It was 3 days before he called.
"Hello slut. It has been a week, and you have not had
sex or masturbated. You should be horny enough to
appreciate Beth now. Meet me tomorrow at 7pm and your
punishment will begin."
Well that's my story. I don't know if the man I had
sex with last night was my master or some creep who
tricked me and raped me. Master had said the
punishment would be the worst thing that had ever
happened to me. He was certainly capable of setting
mind traps to confuse me. He would enjoy my
frustration and doubt. Not knowing was horrible. Had
I sacrificed my sister to a rapist?
My god if I had really had sex with another man, even
by accident I would have to tell John. I would have
to look him in the eye and admit that I was such a
poor slave, I did not even know my master's touch,
smell, taste, voice. The more I replayed events the
more I thought maybe it wasn't my master, maybe I had
been raped. I should have fought to the death to
prevent another man from taking what belonged t my
master. How could I tell him what I had done? Please
help me. I can't think clearly about this. I am
posting this to some of the story sites Jaz uses.
Tell me what you think. Was I raped, how about my
sister? Should I tell my master, or is he just
messing with my head. Master ordered me to meet him
and Beth tonight. Should I go?
If John really did rape my sister after promising not
to...I don't know if I can accept that. I don't know
if I can forgive that. My family is devastated. My
sister must hate me, she will never be the same. How
does a slave leave her master?
If John did this to me, to us-then I am no longer his
slave, and I hate him. But if he is innocent then I
have betrayed him. Mr. Jaz I need some advice now.
You said you won't be back in town till next week,
and are not checking e-mail. When I post this I am
asking the story sites to put it on your page. I am
hoping you will get horny on your trip and visit one
of your own pages. If you see it please contact me.
We have never talked before but...You know what state
I live in, so you can find the area code. The rest of
my # is 345-2469.
Mr. Jaz please call me. I need help, if you care
about me at all, you will call.
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow night, I will
let Beth have me. Maybe If I let her rape me, if I
submit to her every sick desire, my master will tell
me if he raped my Sister.
If anyone can think of a better plan please e-mail me
through Jaz's account.
Susan Robiniwitz
Feb 6th 2,000
AUTHOR'S NOTE
How does a guy become "deeply weird"?
Well opinions vary but usually there are several
societal factors. Parental oddities, stress, strict
religious upbringing, and a couple of freak nasty
girlfriends are usually involved. Oh yeah, and lots
of us enjoy some downright filthy porn. In my case
though my first exposure to the dark side was a
poorly translated French film on Cinemax, called
"Submission." I remember it clearly. It was one of
those free promotional weekends. I was 13 or 14 and
was downstairs in the dark soaking up the action.
I've seen a ton of porn since that movie but none of
it affected me the way this did.
Watching this 30 something mother's helpless descent
into sexual submission was intoxicating. She
resisted her master's dark fantasies as long as she
could but it was a losing proposition. From walking
naked down a public street, to allowing him to fondle
her in secret while she helped customers it just kept
escalating. His final demand was for her to
surrender her young teenage virgin daughter.
I won't ruin it for you in case anyone decides to
rent it(Blockbuster used to carry it, mine does not
but it is in their "movie book," so maybe yours
does).
I filed the movie away, grew up and did not really
dwell on Dom/Slave Master/Subs. Then a young
submissive asked me to write a story about her
master's rape fantasies. So here it is.
Two housekeeping notes. Please don't ask me to custom
write you a story.
I do one a year and she beat you to it.
As always this is not a true story. It's just a
fucking story that was fun to write. Jerk off to it
if you like. share it with a loved one, but if you
think you need to try some of this shit for real, get
some help. The KKK, Black Panthers and the NRA can
refer you to some excellent assistance programs.
There, now I can rest easy.
Drop me a line at jaz1701@webtv.net
Jaz
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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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