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I should start out by telling you that I've never really liked
women. It's probably because my mom split when I was eight, leaving me
with an alchoholic bastard of a father. He beat me, of course, and I
always thought that if my mother really gave a shit, she would have taken
me with her. Don't get me wrong, though, I'm not a man's man. I've
known a few like that, who only like the back end of their own kind, but
that's not me. I don't like women, but I do like to fuck them. Puts me
in kind of a mental bind, huh?
Good thing I'm a good looking guy, I guess, since Lord knows
(begging your pardon) I've never treated a woman as anything besides a
massage tool for my prick. Six foot two, blonde with Aryan features, and
big, that's me. It goes over well with the ladies, and has since I
started filling out. Maybe I should tell you about it; I mean, my first
time.
It was when I was twelve, living in a trailer with my pop.
Parked next door was this lady, must have been only twenty two and
already with three squalling brats, the oldest being five. I used to
beat them up on a regular basis. Well, getting on with my story, her
name was Cynthia, and, looking back, she wasn't really much to look at.
Of course, when you're twelve, and your hormones have just started
kicking you in the ass, everything with tits looks good. I used to peer
into her trailer whenever I could, trying to catch a glimpse of her
without clothes. It was one of these times, when I was peering through
the window at her in her bra and panties, when she suddenly walked out of
sight. I waited there, crouching, hoping she would return so I could get
an eyeful. I got an eyeful all right. I almost jumped out of my skin
when she grabbed me by the back of my neck and started screaming at me,
calling me a dirty peeping tom and all sorts of other things.
She was strong, she was. I mean, I was five six back then, big
for my age and lanky strong, but she shook me around like I was a girl.
I was amazed when she dragged me into her trailer, still cursing, and
threw me onto a ratty old couch she had there. I landed and found myself
sitting down looking up at one angry woman wearing only her bra and
panties. I can see it even now. 'Course, then I was terrified; I just
wanted to get out of there. She had other ideas though: started calling
me names--little pervert and such like. Then she leaned over me and
started teasing me, showing me her breasts and asking me if that was what
I was looking at, if that was what I wanted to see. All I could do was
sit there and stammer as she kept hollering at me. Then she got really
mean, and started rubbing my prick, asking me if I ever did that to
myself, if that was what I did when I watched her. Now I wasn't at all
interested at this point, but little Johnnie (I call my prick big Johnnie
now) was very interested. When she saw this she practically ripped off
my pants and underwear while I started yelling and trying to hold my
pants on.
She got 'em off, all right, and little Johnnie popped out and
stood at attention. She started asking me how I liked it, to be gawked
at, and then she really shocked me--she took off the rest of her clothes
and grabbed me by the shoulders. Then she just sat down on my lap and
stuffed me inside her and started going at it. That was one crazy bitch,
calling me all kinds of awful things while she was humping her brains out
on my prick. All I could do was sit there stunned while she gasped and
panted over me. Let me tell you, it didn't take too long before I felt
my cock explode. She must have been finished too, because when she got
off me, she wasn't too upset, just started calling me soft dick and
saying I couldn't keep it up, that I would never be a man with a puny
little limp thing like that between my legs. Yah, I remember it all.
From that day on I avoided her, and was glad she moved on half a
year later. Of course, after that, I didn't come close to girls for
another two years, when I got into high school. By this time I had grown
up into a big kid, and was just starting to come into my looks. I
started hanging out with the cool crowd and got onto the football team.
At that point, I couldn't avoid chicks any longer, and I didn't want to.
See, even way back then, when I was fourteen, the chicks digged me.
'Course, not all of them threw themselves at me, but there were a few
which me and my friends passed around. Now that I think about it, they
didn't seem to enjoy it much, but I really didn't care back then; I was
getting my rocks off, and that was enough.
It went on like that into my sophomore year, me fucking any cunt
I could lay my hands on, which turned out to be quite a few, but, to
tell you the truth, I was getting kind of bored. Sure, I was big time at
the school, and had all the chicks I could want, but it just wasn't doing
it for me. Sex became something I did, like taking a dump, when I
started feeling like I had to; it just wasn't that good. Then I had my
first epiphany. You see, in my life I've had three epiphanies, and the
first came when I was a sophomore in high school.
EPIPHINY #1
This girl, Francine was her name, transfered to my high school.
She was French, Francine was, and had that accent thing going, even
though she spoke real good. She was, what you call, a man killer, even
at fifteen. So much more grown up than the rest of the girls at the
school, so much more sure of herself and confident. It didn't hurt that
she was a real looker and knew it, using it to tease all the gaping boys
who would approach her. She was light years ahead of us all, and drove
everyone crazy. That didn't stop any of the guys from trying to get down
her pants--you see, she was one of those chicks you've just got to have,
that just drive you mad. It wasn't just her looks, although with her
boyish figure, long blonde hair she liked to toss around her head, large,
wide-set light blue eyes, and a dainty mouth and nose, she was quite a
turn on. No, it wasn't just her looks, it was the worldly attitude she
had, like you were just this cute little boy and she could show you the
world if she only wanted to. Ya, every guy at that school wanted her.
She didn't date, but she did go out with groups: loved all the
attention she got, let me tell you. Me, I felt the same way as everyone
else, but I knew she was just playing with everyone, and wasn't having
none of it. So I played at being aloof--that little bitch wasn't going
to twist me around her little finger like she did everyone else. I think
this made her more interested in me, because she started hanging around
me, trying to get me to worship her like everyone else did. Like I said,
I wasn't having none of it. I think that drove her kind of batty,
because she kept trying harder and harder to get at me. Finally,
coylike, she told me her parents were going to be away over the weekend,
and wondered if I wanted to come over and watch a few movies on the
television with her. Hell yes! I did, but I played it cool, and waffled
and put her off until she was practically begging me to come over. Well,
I finally gave in, and my date with Francine, and destiny, was set.
I showed up right on time, seven o'clock Saturday, and was
greeted at the door by a bubbly, energetic, Francine.
"What do you think?" she said, giving me a dazzling smile from
the doorway and twirling around. She was wearing a black evening dress
with a skirt-like bottom which flew out as she turned. Without waiting
for an answer, she ushered me in and offered me a drink. I accepted a
beer and she laughed, a tinkling little laugh, at me and said something
about American men and beer. She got out a bottle of wine and poured
herself some into a wineglass. Now at this point I was sure I was going
to get some. I mean, I was pretty sure before--why else would she invite
me over when her parents were gone? The liquor and her positively,
what's the word...spritely energy, she was practically running all over
the house, laughing and bouncing and darting about, convinced me she was
putting out tonight.
She sat me down on the couch in front of the tv and twirled
around again in her gown. She looked good, elvin, mischivous, and I told
her so. She laughed again and said I was such a good audience she must,
simply must, give me a little fashion show. With that she ran off into a
different room and returned a few minutes later wearing a clinging
evening gown. I leaned back and relaxed on the sofa while she ran back
and forth, changing from gown to skirt to mini to pantsuit to, well, you
get the picture. Laughing and chattering away she was, the whole time,
occasionally stopping to get me another beer or to refill her wineglass.
After an hour I had a pretty good buzz on, and she must have too,
and I'll tell you, I was horny. I mean, looking at a piece like that for
an hour as she pranced herself in front of you would turn anybody on--it
certainly did me. Well, after about an hour she decided it was time for
the movie. She had ended up wearing a white pleated knee-length skirt
and a sleeveless white t-shirt, no shoes. The movie, it was some foreign
film called "Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down," or something risque like that, and
after she put it in she jumped on the couch beside me, her feet curled
under her, and snuggled up next to me, putting her head against my chest.
The movie was pretty hot, and I was getting pretty worked up.
Here I was, all alone in this big house with my arm around this hot
little piece, watching this sexy flick while this babe coo-d and snuggled
against me, running her hand up and down my chest and my arm as she
watched the film. Near the end, she had taken her small little hand and
was rubbing it back and forth across my crotch, massaging my hard-on
through my pants. When it ended, she turned her big beautiful blue eyes
up to mine and parted her mouth slightly. Hey, I know and invitation
when I see one; I kissed the bitch, hard. I heard her whimper a little
at my strength as my lips mashed against hers and I wrapped my arms
around her body, bringing her up on my lap. Our lips locked and we
started some tongue action, and boy I tell you she knew how to kiss.
I was in heaven there for a while, this little piece squirming up
against me, runnning her tongue expertly against mine, running her hands
up and down my body. Ya, she sure knew how to turn a guy on. I started
running my hands around her body then, across her back, her legs, her
stomach. I wasn't too surprised when she pushed my hands away whenever I
got too close to her goodies--all chicks do that, you've just got to be
persistent.
I don't know how long we were like that, body to body and mouth
to mouth, but I hadn't ever felt like that before, I was so turned on,
and she certainly seemed ready and willing too. Still lip locked, I
pushed her back on the couch so I was laying on top of her right side,
her left leg braced against the floor and her right under my own legs. I
started sucking on her neck and she started moaning and squirming under
me, but when I tried to run my hand up her skirt she pushed me away. I
changed tactics and started massaging her upper thigh, hoping she
wouldn't hold out much longer. You see, I never had any doubt that she'd
let me have her, I just thought it might take a little while.
By this time my prick was so rock hard I wasn't going to wait,
and I started getting a little rough with her. Imagine my surprise when
she yelled something in French and then yelled NO! at me, pushing me off
her. Actually, I was so shocked that I kind of sat up, allowing her to
get up. She was standing in front of me now, breathing hard, her face
flushed and her hair a mess, but that just turned me on more.
She started saying something about how she didn't want to go all
the way, about we could have a good time without that, how she would take
care of me in other ways, which I took to mean her hands. Damn, that
pissed me off, I'll tell you. The bitch invites me over to her house,
gets me all worked up, and then offers me a handjob? Well fuck me, I
wasn't having none of that. I surged up off that couch and grabbed the
tart by the shoulders and started shaking her like a ragdoll, yelling at
her and calling her all types of names, telling her how dare she play
games with me, and all that.
Then the most amazing thing happened: I stopped yelling and
shaking her for a minute and looked into her big blue eyes, and I saw
genuine fear there. Oh boy, I almost shot my load then and there, it
gave me such a shock. I decided that I was going to fuck the bitch
whether she wanted me to or not, and threw her down on the couch. Now
she started yelling and cursing, hitting and kicking at me as I fell on
top of her, but she was such a small girl and I was a big guy, so she
didn't really hurt me or anything. She started biting and scratching
when I was pulling off her panties, and my slapping her around a bit only
set her off more. Finally I had to grab her wrists and bring them
together into one hand so I could have free range with the other one.
I managed to pull off her t-shirt, although she gave me quite a
fight, and she wasn't wearing any bra. Her titties were small, but they
were fine, with small pink nipples standing out hard as rocks; I just had
to suck on one. You should've heard her scream and curse when I started
sucking at her tits--course I couldn't understand half of it since it was
in French, but I certainly caught the gist. I didn't spend much time on
her tits, I was too turned on; I pulled down my pants and got ready to
feed it to the bitch's cunt, all the while her little lithe body
thrashing about under mine while she cursed me with a passion.
With all that yelling going on, I figured I'd find me a dry hole,
but she was sopping wet, I tell you. If she'd been dry, I don't know if
I would've gotten my prick inside her, she was so small and tight. A few
thrusts, though, and I was in the hottest, tightest cunt I'd ever felt.
When I jammed my prick into her, she stopped fighting for a second and
threw her head back and closed her eyes. She stayed like that while I
took a few strokes, and then she broke her hands free from my grip. I
panicked there for a minute and there was a general thrashing of limbs
about--I thought she was going to try to jab my eyes out or something.
Imagine my surprise when she ended up with her arms around my neck, her
tongue in my mouth, her legs wrapped around my ass, bucking her hips up
against mine.
I'll tell you, I'd never had a fuck like that in my life--usually
they just kind of laid there. This chick was going wild, groovin' it on
my dick as I started working her. And she did things with that cunt of
hers I hadn't ever felt before. It was wild, man, me pounding into her
while she bucked beneath me, her cunt working my prick like it had never
been worked before. I'd seen one or two chicks get off before, but
nothing like this. By the time I shot my load--which wasn't long I hate
to say--she must of bust herself five or six times.
After I finished I got up and made to leave; I mean, I was done,
and figured I had had to practically rape her to make her give it up, so
I didn't owe her anything. If she hadn't grooved on it so much, I might
have been worried. Well, I didn't get halfway to the door before she
leapt on my back, hitting and scratching at me and calling me all types
of things in French--like I had any idea what all that was about.
She was still cursing and spitting when I got her on the floor on
her stomach, holding her arms behind her back. I knew the bitch wasn't
going to let me go without a scene, so I reached for the nearest thing at
hand and ripped the phone cord from the wall. I wrapped it around her
wrists and tied it off, then dragged her over to the couch and threw her
torso down on it. She was still screaming and cursing in French and
English, so I decided to shut her up. I grabbed her t-shirt and stuffed
it into her mouth, having to slap her a couple more times to get her to
stop moving her head around so much so I could get it in.
I put my hand between her shoulder blades so she couldn't get up
and the I started shouting at her. I mean, fighting and struggling with
that hot piece of ass, practically naked as she was, was getting me
worked up again. Her position of total helplessness, on her knees over
the couch, was helping too. My cock, spent just a minute ago, was rock
hard again, and I decided to put it to use. I knocked her legs aside and
thrust into her sopping cunt, slamming into her ass so hard she came up
off her knees. I kept pounding her, loving the sound of her grunts each
time I rammed into her cunt. I wasn't too surprised when I felt her cunt
start working my prick again--I figured she would like it. I managed to
last a bit longer this time, even with that incredible piece of fuck meat
on the end of my pole bucking and coming two or three more time. When I
did shoot my load into her, I got up, pulled on my pants, and left her
there tied up, figuring she wouldn't have too much trouble getting
loose. Of course, she looked more exhausted than I felt.
The next day she surprised me again and called me. She started
out my telling me shame shame to leave a girl tied up like that, and then
started questioning my manhood, teasing me about not being able to handle
her, daring me to come over and prove myself. I was over on her doorstep
within the hour, but this time I knew what she wanted so I brought some
rope.
So you see, that was my first epiphany. There were chicks out
there who got off on the rough stuff, who actually liked to be tied up
and slapped around, and I liked doing it! I liked the feeling of control
it gave me, but most of all I liked to see fear in their eyes.
EPIPHANY #2
My second epiphany came when I was twenty four years old. I had
graduated high school and got a job as a construction worker. Life was
actually pretty good. I made pretty good money and I was big and
goodlooking, so the chicks couldn't get enough of me. Of course, by this
time my tastes ran to the sadistic side, so I was pretty much hanging
around those types of places. Lots of wierdos there, let me tell you, of
all types. There were men looking for men, women looking for women, men
looking for women and vice versa, and most of them were doing stuff even
I found kinky.
I had been hanging out in these places since I was eighteen, so
everyone there pretty much knew how I got my kicks. You see, that way no
chick was surprised and split on me before we could get down and dirty.
That's why I was surprised when this chick named Sam (her name was really
Samantha) approached me, because I knew she didn't like men, and I also
knew that she liked to be on top. She was pretty good looking, though,
so when she picked me up I wasn't complaining. I figured she might be
planning a few three way games with some chick she had at home. Boy, was
I in for a big surprise when she started telling me about it on the drive
over.
At first I didn't really believe her, figuring she was just
setting a scene for some sex game. But she kept telling me again and
again that it wasn't a game, that this is for real, and eventually I
began to believe her. Her story went something like this: about a year
ago she got involved with a group of people who passed around a new
female slave every month or so. This slave was apparently hardcore,
willing to do anything and submit to any kind of pain--my type of chick.
Willing wasn't the right word, though, since all of them had actually
been grabbed off the streets by one of the members, and then broken. To
make a long story short, Sam's turn came up, and she made the grab a few
days ago but couldn't bring herself to do the breaking part--it was
different, she said, than when they really wanted it and were just
playing. That's where I came in. She had heard about my tastes, and was
hoping I wouldn't shrink from the dirty deed. In exchange, I'd get an in
on her little group.
It sounded interesting, and I told her I wanted to look around
first and see what the setup was. She agreed, and we arrived at her
place. It was a beautiful old house in the city, three stories with a
cellar and an attic. She immediately took me down to the cellar and
showed me her little prize.
It was an asian chick, not much older than sixteen at my best
guess, lying naked on her side in a small barred cage, so small she couldn't
lay down or sit up or stretch out, but large enough so she could stand on
her hands and knees. She was a small girl, maybe about one hundred
pounds, but with full, round tits, big enough to fill my large hands. Her
teeny tiny waist and small hips reminded me of Francine--I hadn't thought
of her in a while--even though the face was different. It was your
typical little girl asian face, I guess, with full, pale lips on a
generous mouth, small but wide nose, large dark eyes with smooth lids,
and long blue-black hair. Her skin coloring was that dark yet pale color
chinese seem to have, and just added to her beauty. Yep, Sammy sure knew
how to pick 'em.
What convinced me that I wanted in, though, wasn't this chick's
looks. It was when she opened her eyes when the lights came on. There
was terror in them, terror and despair as she attempted to cover herself
up and cringed against the back of the cage. Right then and there I knew
I would do it, knew I was going to do everything I could to break this
little bitch in a cage before me.
Sam took me upstairs then and explained the setup. She had
grabbed the bitch three days ago and since then had kept her in the cage,
taking her out two times a day to use the john and to eat. When she had
discovered that she didn't have the heart to torture the girl, Sam had
used drugs to keep her docile. Oh, did I tell you that Sam was a nurse?
She had access to drugs and all kinds of stuff. That was where things
pretty much stood; I was here to finish the job.
I asked her a few more questions and discovered that she had a
home brew she used on her submissive lovers to increase their pleasure.
I thought that might come in handy, so I asked her what was in it. She
reeled off a bunch of fancy names, but the only ones I caught were the
basics: coke, heroin, morphine, and lsd. Strange combo, that, but she
said it was safe--she hadn't killed a lover yet. I decided it might be
an idea to use it on our prize downstairs, make her more tractible, but I
wanted to know exactly what it did to a person, so I asked for a little
taste myself.
She was keen on the idea, and got out her kit and pulled out a
needle. I had used on and off in the past, so I knew the drill. It was
only a couple minutes before it hit me, and it was quite a trip. I was
bursting with energy yet didn't seem to have the willpower to do
anything. I was divorced from a reality which took on strange shapes but
when Sam touched my cheek softly, it was the most intense sensation I had
ever felt. I was surprised when Sammy started unbuttoning my shirt, but
she said she wanted me to know the full, what was the word?, effaciacy of
the stuff. She got my shirt undone and grabbed my nipple hard and
twisted it. I bellowed--it hurt like a son of a bitch--and knocked her
arm away. I started to get up so I could beat the shit out of the bitch
when the pain in my nipple became an incredible pleasure; it was
intense. I fell back on the couch, big Johnny rock hard, amazed. When
she started rubbing my prick through my jeans, I came in my pants almost
immediately--it was the most intense orgasm I've ever had, but I didn't
like it. I mean, I like to be in control; this crap was scary. She kept
rubbing, and I came again within five minutes--like I said, scary.
The drug lasted about forty minutes, and when I came off it I
decided I wanted to see the tart downstairs on this stuff. I was
feeling weird, what with my pants all sticky and stuff, but figured I
could get the bitch downstairs to clean me up. Sammy got another dose
ready, and we went downstairs to start the training.
We got the dope into her easy enough--she wasn't very strong--and
I got her strapped down to a small table. I should tell you how I tied
her down: on her back, a leather belt around her chest just under her
tits holding her arms to her side and another holding her torso to the
table; a belt around her hips doing the same; two belts, one around each
knee, running beside her head and tied to the table legs, holding her
knees right next to those luscious tits of hers; two more belts, this
time strapping her calves to her thighs. See, this left her ass and cunt
completely exposed, as well as leaving her tits open to torture, and she
made quite a hot little package like that.
By the time I had finished tying the cunt up, I saw that the dope
had kicked in: she was quivering and taut as a bowstring, fear and dread
in her beautiful dark eyes, tears running down her cheeks. She hadn't
said a word--probably begged herself out earlier--but now she started up
again, probably scared by the effects of the drugs. I stepped back,
ignoring her, and gazed at that beautiful cunt before me, and boy, was I
horny. What got to me most was the pathetic look in her eyes; she
thought she knew what was going to happen to her, and her eyes were
begging, pleading with me not to do it. It just made me want to do it
more. She wasn't a bad piece of meat, either.
Well, I started easy on her. I gave her a new name, Kitty, and
had her repeat it to me. When she wasn't quick enough I slapped her or
squeezed and twisted her titties; her screams and whimpers were music to
my ears. Sammy quit out on me about then, but I was really getting into
now. I asked her what she was, then reached down and dug my fingernails
into her cunt when she didn't answer, enjoying her screams. I knew,
though, that the dope would turn that into uncontrollable pleasure,
which was even better. I deigned to tell her that she was a slut, a
tramp, a worthless whore, a piece of cunt meat, good only for fucking. I
had her repeat that a couple of times along with her new name, and then I
asked her her purpose. A little more torture, this time by squeezing her
clit, hard, between my fingers, and then I told her how she was going to
answer: to fuck and suck and please her masters. I fooled around with
that for about half an hour, making sure to go light on her cunt: I
didn't want her to come, and I knew the power of the shit that was
coursing through her veins.
By this time she was a total wreck, crying and moaning and
gasping in huge breaths of air. She wouldn't look at me either, and I
knew why: she was ashamed, the little cunt; my "attentions" were turning
her on. Hell, they had to--that stuff would have turned an ice queen
into the whore of Babylon. See, that's when I started my fun. I put my
face right next to her and started whispering about what a slut she was,
and how she loved hard cocks, and how she was getting off even now. Even
rape turned her on, and she could probably get off by fucking a dog. I
went on and on like that while I caressed her tits and her stomach,
enjoying the way her body betrayed its pleasure, jerking and squirming
under my touch. I suddenly moved my hand down and shoved a finger into
her now sopping cunt, leaving my thumb pressing hard against her clit.
She cried out and I could feel her come, so I started slapping her back
and forth across the face with my other hand while I rubbed harder with
my fingers into her snatch. She kept coming and I kept slapping, back
and forth, back and forth, until I felt her spasms lessen.
"You loved it, cunt," I whispered to her, "you're so fucking
nasty. You came and came on my fingers. You loved it. You love this,"
I kept on, grapping her nipples and pulling her tits out into cones,
watching her face as it turned from exhaustion into pain and finally into
screams of agony. I let go and watched them bounce and jiggle against
her chest, then reached down and made her come again, whispering what a
slut she was, what a whore, about how all she was good for was fucking
and coming and fucking some more.
I glanced up at the clock on the wall and noticed I had only
another forty minutes before the drugs would start wearing off, so I
stripped and made the cunt lick my boxers clean. Just the look on her
face, like this was the most horrible thing she had ever done, that had
ever happened to her, was great. It was even better when I started
rubbing her clit again and made her come while she was sucking my dried
up come off my clothes. She knew I could make her jerk and bounce and
come whenever I wanted to, and how that humiliated her.
After she was finished with my boxers, I slipped two small
vibrators into her, one into her cunt and the other into her ass--how she
squirmed when I did that. Then she started coming while I straddled her
chest, pulling her head up so that my cock was against her gasping
mouth. It wasn't a good blow per se, since she was practically
unconscous from the multiple orgasms wracking her body, but just knowing
that she hated what I was doing to her made it delicious. When I came I
made sure she swallowed every drop.
I didn't even get soft as I pulled out the vibrators and waited
for her body to calm down. I was ready to fuck this little asian cunt
now, with the slender hips and legs and her melon tits and hot face. I
was going to give it to her good. Before I started, though, I put a tape
recorder right next the her head, so I could get every moan on tape for
future use. Before I put it in, I made her beg for it, beg for my cock,
beg for a good fucking, slapping her and pinching her to make her comply.
Then I got up on the table and jammed myself into her, and I had to
jam it in, she was so tight. Her cunt hurt it was so tight, and I heard
her grunt as my prick slammed into the back of her cunt. Then I really
started riding her, pounding hard into her again and again, like I was
trying to skewer her to death. It didn't take long, about thirty
seconds, before her cunt started snapping and spasming around my cock as
she started to come again. Oh God, I'm telling you it was incredible,
beyond belief. She was crying out in pleasure while I slapped her face,
her tits, pinching her nipples and knocking her around. Her cunt kept
working and I kept pounding my cock into her; she literally couldn't stop
coming. The slapping of hips against hips, of my hands against her face
and tits, her cries and gasps and screams and moans as I tortured orgasm
after orgasm from the asian cunt filled the room, and I got it all on tape.
After about five minutes of almost unendurable pleasure,
adrenaline driving me higher and higher, I shot my load into her and lay
on top of the still spasming cunt. Damn it was good. I climbed off and
waited for her to come down, then got her to speak into the tape recorder
some more. I had her call herself cunt, whore, slut, say she loved cock,
loved to fuck, wanted to be a piece of fuck meat for anyone who wanted
her. All the time I diddled her so her voice had this panting, moaning
tone to it, interupted by cries of pleasure as she orgasmed some more.
Finally, I figured my time was about up, so I left her and went
up to see Sammy. She was watching tv and asked me how it went. I told
her it went ok and gave her some instructions. I would bring over my
stairmaster and every morning the cunt was to use it for one hour. Then
Sammy would give her a shot of the love potion and then hang her by her
ankles from the ceiling with a vibrator stuffing each of her
holes--again for an hour. This whole time Sammy would play back the tape I
had made of Kitty, appropriately spliced, so she could hear what a whore
she was the whole time. After that she was to take the cunt down and let
her rest for an hour in her cage. Then she would put a collar and
leash on her and walk her around the basement like a dog, making her lick
up this and that. She could do anything she wanted with that hot, young
piece of pussy meat after that. I would show up around seven every
evening and finish the day's training.
She broke in a week, the defiance in her eyes dying into a
fearful subservience. The night she broke I spent six hours on her, it
turned me on so much. After that, I started decreasing the doses of dope
she got, so that she would be a pain-slut without any outside help.
Within two weeks of her breaking, she was completely mine. She would do
anything disgusting and nasty, and as long as she thought she was going
to get a cock or a finger or anything, she would come again and again.
She loved it all: pain, humiliation, degradation, bondage. She was the
perfect little pain-slut slave. I was in.
You see, this was my second epiphany, that breaking the wills of
cunts like Kitty was infinitely better than fucking the willing ones.
The fear and defiance and hate and despair in their eyes were, I
realized, for me the only thing I wanted. I wanted to hurt them and
break them and make them beg; the feeling of power was overwhelming.
EPIPHANY #3
I guess I should tell you about my third epiphany. It came three
years after my second one. By this time I was living with Sammy, picking
up a new chick every two months or so. You see, working on Kitty had
been the greatest experience of my life, and when the time came to pass
her on, I got to meet some of these friends of hers. There were two
couples, one woman, and two men, all of them sadistic bastards--people
after my own heart. So, like I said, I handed over my Kitty bitch, and
everyone came and we had a big party, with her the center of attraction.
She loved every minute of it, although by her screams you might not have
guessed, and I got a great number of compliments for turning over such a
well-trained piece.
I couldn't resist after that: the joy of breaking some cunt to
my will, a few weeks of using them, and then get rid of them. No
worries, no troubles. Sammy taught me how to make the grab with minimal
risk, and I moved into her apartment where I could be with my cunts as
much as possible. I was a bonanza to Sammy's little group, I tell you;
they got some of the finest pieces of ass you've ever saw, all begging
for it.
The problem was that I was a working man, and my job was a real
bitch. It limited my pleasures to specific times. This state of affairs
went on for about three years, and I settled down into a somewhat
satisfying rut of work and then home to another slut. It was then that,
let's call him Mr. White, one of our little group, showed up at the door
and said he wanted to speak to me.
Mr. White claimed that he had a special position available for me
at his place of business. It was, he said, work I was used to, and paid
very, very well. He wouldn't tell me anymore; tightlipped, he was, so I
made an appointment with him to check this place out the next weekend and
we left it at that.
I showed up on time, and was disappointed: he had given me the
address for an independent meat delivery service--you know, those places
that ship meats all over the country. As if I knew anything about that.
There was nothing for me to go in and see what was up, so I did. The
secretary was expecting me and directed me to Mr. White's office. His
secretary, one of those good looking but mean weightlifting chicks,
showed me right into his office. He nodded and then began telling me
what the deal was, and things began to get interesting.
This meat delivery service was a real business, but it was also a
front for certain illegal activities. It was, simply, the main
processing center for the city and suburbs, one of many across the
country. Oh ya, it processed meat, girl meat. You see, the organization
was worldwide. In our little corner of the world, certain independent,
the word he used was procurers, got the chicks and delivered them to
agents of Mr. White, who then dropped them off here for processing before
they were sent away to a central storehouse where they were sold.
That's were I came in, during the processing. You see, a certain
amount of pictures had to be taken and paperwork had to be filled out,
denoting race, hair color and style, weight, and numerical values for
other tangibles as well as intangibles. The most important thing,
though, was, what was the word he used?--oh ya, acclimating the cunts to
their new lives as sex slaves. That was the job he offered me--breaking
the bitches who came in. Oh ya, I told him, I was in like flynn.
The nitty gritty boiled down to this: I would hold one of two
positions, since they processed between two hundred and five hundred
chicks a year; I would have at most two days on each cunt, but one would
be better; there were people who took the bitches and ran them through
the wringer after I was done with then to see how well they
were...acclimated. My job performance was based on their findings.
Finally, my pay would be based on a small percentage of how much the
cunts I broke were bought for, so I would probably do pretty well. Like I
said, I jumped at the chance--who wouldn't (besides you I mean)? I
started that Monday.
I showed up early with my special love potion on me and was shown
through the warehouse to a door marked *Authorized personell only*. I
was authorized, and let myself in with my shiny new keys and entered a
hallway leading to another door, with even more locks on it. I let
myself through this one and entered a room about fifty feet by fifty feet
square with a padded floor and all types of goodies lying around. What I
liked most, though, was the piece of ass in the middle of the room.
She was standing with her legs spread far apart, ankles chained
to the floor, and her arms tied together and secured to the ceiling. She
was one of the finest pieces of cunt meat I had ever seen. At about five
six with very short blond hair, high cheekbones, a generous mouth, and firm
chin, she was beautiful. Her body was incredibly firm, perfectly
porportioned with the play of muscles rippling just beneath silky white
skin. Breasts round and full set off a flat, strong stomach and firm,
muscular legs. She tried to speak through the ball gag in her mouth when
she heard me come in--she was blindfolded--so I gave her a slap across
the face and told her to shut up.
She shut up, all right, and I figured she had already gone
through a lot. I mean, if I were to get my hands on a piece like that, I
knew what I would do to it, over and over again. No time for that right
now, though; I only had a day to turn this cunt into the perfect slave.
I gave her a shot of the dope (under the toenail so it didn't show) and
then read her file. Her name was Tracy, and she had been a diver for her
college, which explained the hair and the body. Nineteen years old with her
whole life in front of her. I planned my attack, waiting for the drugs
to kick in.
I started by running my hands lightly over her body, loving the
silky smoothness of her skin against my finger tips, loving the small
tremors of her muscles as I passed over them. I started talking to her
then, telling her to feel, feel my hands on her body; telling her how
much she liked it, how much it excited her. I told her her past life was
an illusion, and illusion of independence, of self-dependence. What she
was, what she really was, was a piece of meat, a beautiful piece of meat
to be fucked and used by men and women. I quickly made her come, and
then told her see? see? Her body knew what she was, what she was meant
for. Why did she think we chose her? Why? We chose her because we knew
what she was, even if she didn't. She shouldn't fight it; she should
accept it, revel in it; it was her destiny; it was who she was.
I kept this up, telling her over and over that she was only a
cunt, an ass, a pair of tits and a mouth meant to give others pleasure
and receive it in return, while making her come to punctuate my words. I
kept it up for over an hour until she was exhausted from her orgasms, and
then I released her from her bonds and removed her gag and blindfold. I
told her the rules of her new life of fulfillment as a slave as she lay
collapsed on the ground, and then I gave her some more dope and began to
enjoy myself.
I spent ten hours with her, ten grueling hours of beating her,
fucking her, and teaching her her new life. By the time I was done, she
was begging me with her eyes and her body to let her pleasure me: to
suck me or fuck me or just watch as she played with herself, even to let
me beat her or torture her if I enjoyed her screams. It was the greatest
experience of my life, and I was getting paid for it.
You see, Father, that was my third epiphany: I could get paid
for breaking women; I could make lots and lots of money.
About a year after that, I moved out of Sam's place and moved up
in the organization, seeing as how I did such good work. Five years
after that I was the personal trainer for the head cheese, the big
honcho, and guess what, it was a chick. She was a hard, mean bitch, I
tell you, and she treated me just like a dog. I put up with it for a
couple of years since, hell, I loved my work, but last month it got to be
too much. That's when I made a big mistake: I grabbed her and took
off--I wanted to break her like I broke so many other cunts. That's what
I've been doing for the last month, running from one of the largest
criminal organizations on the globe and trying to break this bitch at the
same time.
Well, it took me a month--she was the hardest cunt I've ever
seen--but she's mine now. Whatever I want she wants. But you see, I'm a
dead man now; they won't let me get away with it. That's why I've come
here, Father. I've lived a sinful life, and my God have mercy on my soul.