©1998 by EzRiter
WARNING!!! This is heavy Sado-masochism. Go away if this is not what you want. Go away if you are under eighteen (twenty-one in certain locations). Go away if this kind of stuff offends you.
This is not meant to be reality. If you think it is, seek a mental health professional immediately. Do not attempt these sex acts at home.
Diana was the best looking girl in the university, and there were thousands of girls. She was the head cheerleader. She dated the captain of the football team. She was president of her sorority and homecoming queen. Her father was filthy rich. And she was a total BITCH!
You know the kind. They are fabulous looking and they know it! And, they use those looks to manipulate people any way they want without concern for anyone else. Diana was the worst of them because she loved making men feel little, feel used, feel worthless. Even her boyfriends!
But, David knew... finally he knew the KEY to her. It was key he would use.
Diana was coming to his place for free tutoring. And what lessons she would get! The first session was planned for three hours on Saturday. She arrived at nine, only one hour late.
She looked bouncy. She was wearing a halter top, black against her tanned skin. The halter was nothing more than a push up bra. Her big breasts were overflowing as the halter hid little and maximized what was there. She wore shorts, little shorts that allowed the bottom of her ass cheeks to peek out when she bent over. She was a knock out. She was outstanding. She was a tease.
The lesson started slowly. Diana was having more fun teasing him then she was studying. He could see that this PRICK TEASE BITCH was loving rubbing against him, bending over to show her ass, putting her hand on his thigh, and all the other little tricks bitches do to make men hard... hard and hot for them. Diana was being vicious in her teasing, licking her full lips, telling him of how the loved to suck her boyfriend's cock, making sure he was hard from her words and movements.
But, it was time... it was time for Diana to change forever... time for her to recognize her true reason for being... to be a SLAVE for a man... to be a slave to him... David's slave.
He was ready. Diana was teasing him again... standing close... letting the tips of her fine breasts barely brush his chest. He put her hands on her shoulders, fingers touching her spine in her neck, thumbs against collarbones.
"Now, now, David, no touching," she said, teasing him with her sexy bedroom eyes.
"OUCH! What was that?" she said as the small needle went into her neck and he pushed the plunger.
She pushed him away. Her eyes went vacant. She looked at her hands and tried to clench her fists but they would not work. The medicine was working... she was losing control of her muscles.
She looked at him, surprise in her eyes.
"David, what have you done to me? What did you give me?" Her voice was slurred.
"Just a little relaxer for you, my sweet slut. You need to relax."
Her legs started to shake and she suddenly sat down, unable to support her own weight. Slowly, she lay back against the carpet.
Fear was in her face... fear.
"David, I can't sit up. What is happening?" She was trying to make her body respond, trying to control her muscles but she could not. She could barely talk. He looked down at her. The relaxant would not last long. But, for now, she had no control over her body. She lay at his feet, looking up at him.
"Well, sweet bitch, darling Diana, you look comfortable and relaxed. Here, let me help you out of your clothes to make you even more comfortable."
He reached behind her neck and undid the tie of the halter. His hands quickly went to the front and undid the large, ornate clasp holding it on her lovely breasts. The halter fell away and he stared as the most perfect tits popped into view.
His hand gently stroked her breast, letting his finger tips caress them. Her face showed no reaction as she felt his hands on her but her nipples quickly became erect from his experienced fingers. She lay limp as a rag doll as David played with her perfect breasts, manipulating their full, ripe fruit in his hands, feeling their softness and the hardness of her nipples, big and purple from blood engorgment.
"You must be wondering what I want. You, Diana, I want you. But, I don't want a quick fuck, Diana. I want you to be my slave... my SLAVE, Diana... for always."
"No! Never!" she wanted to say but she could not say anything. She was paralyzed. She tried to move but she could not. He could see frustration in her face as she tried to force her muscles to work but she was helpless... she could not even lift her head from the carpet. Only her brain worked. And her brain was full of FEAR!
He undid the button on her shorts and pulled down the zipper.
She could feel him... feel him undressing her... feel his hands on her... but she could not stop him... she could not move. Only her eyes showed the fear coursing through her.
His hand went down her leg, feeling the soft feminine flesh... so soft yet so firm... so wonderfully feminine yet so muscular... she twitched in reaction... twitched as his hand caressed her.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her... pulled her dead, unresisting weight toward the area he had prepared for her. As he pulled her shorts and panties were dragged down to her knees exposing her sweet pussy. He stopped and kneeled beside her.
He touched her perfect pussy, her love passion. His finger slid into her. Tears started to run down her face. Tears of humiliation... of frustration and fear.
David smiled at her.
"You worthless slut, your pussy is wet... it is juicing... your pussy knows what you will not admit... your pussy knows you are looking forward to being my slave... to serving me... to submitting to me in all things."
He pushed his thumb hard against her clit... her little love button. Her body jumped in reflex because she could feel, she just could not control her movements. He continued to massage her clit. Her hot love button was erect and her pussy lips full and plump telling him of the desire to be fucked she could not control... the passion he could tell was building in her... passion that could not be released because of the relaxant.
Tears were flowing down her face, tears she could feel but not stop or even wipe away.
"Stupid, worthless cunt... slut... bitch... I will fuck you but only after you beg me to do it. Only when you cry for me to fuck your worthless cunt will I do it. And you will BEG! Your will BEG for me to do whatever I want to you."
He stroked her face. She could not even move it to turn away from him.
"Diana, you worthless slut, I am going to OWN YOU... make you my SLAVE... I will do it by causing you great pain... more pain than you can imagine... and that pain will cause you pleasure... more pleasure then you ever could dream of."
"You will love the pleasure I give up... love what only I can do for you... you will beg me to do whatever I want with you."
Her eyes were wide in fear. David laughed, a cold, true laugh.
"Soon, darling slut, soon, I will own you."
He began tying Diana with the rope. The pulled her to upright position so she hung limp but erect in her bondage. He watched her and stroked. Stroked her continually, hands running all over her, feeling the wonderful flesh that would soon be his to own... to control...
"Worthless slut, I am going to enjoy owning you... controlling you... having you as my personal whore... my slave. But, you will enjoy it even more than I do. You will love belonging to me... of losing control forever of your body and your sex... of surrendering to me totally and completely. It will make you so happy. More happy than you deserve, bitch, but happiness you can earn by being my slave. Do you understand what is going to happen to you? Do you understand that this is the first day of your new life? Your life as David's slave... David's whore."
Again, he stroked her sweet pussy. Again, she moved involuntarily.
As he planned, the muscle relaxant was wearing off. He could see the twitching of her arms and legs as the nerves began to return control to her. She could raise her head now, she could look him in the eye.
Diana was afraid... totally afraid. Tears flowed freely down her face. But, deep inside her brain, in a small part of her subconscious, she was eagerly anticipating her slavery... her punishment... and this scared her as much as anything.
"OH. GOD... PLEASE DON'T... PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!!..."
Sweat poured from her naked body... her fine body. She hung from the ceiling, her tender wrists wrapped five times with the heavy white rope... arms spread. Her legs were spread too, spread wide and roped to bolts in the floor. She was tied in an X shape to the floor and ceiling.
The girl couldn't move! She was exposed... totally exposed!
Her breasts heaved... quivered... fine, heavy breasts... D cups... big nipples standing erect... firm, feminine flesh... tits she liked to rub against men... to flash through the fine clothes she wore... those super, perky tits with their big nipples, like little fingers... those tits she used as a weapon...
Her large, round, firm ass was available... available for him to fuck... or to WHIP!...that ass that she liked to show off... in her tight, tight jeans... her miniskirts... or in her cheerleader's outfit at the games, when she swirled in her short skirt so her fine ass was exposed to all, covered only by the thin white panties she wore...
And her pussy, her sweet, sweet pussy... with its thick, black hair... its glistening slit... that pussy men longed for... that pussy she rarely gave but often used to draw men to her... to tease them to get her way... that tight, fine pussy that was juicing in spite of her fear.
He LOVED it! He loved having her HELPLESS... BEGGING him... crying for mercy... she was his to do with as he pleased!
"David, please... please, let me go! I'll fuck you. We can have good sex but you must let me go."
He smiled at her begging and let his hands move where they wanted on her taut body... her body hanging before him... her body he would now own. She had teased him on, let him stroke those huge bumpers... rubbed her fine pussy against him as they danced... made him drool from wanting her... then...
She had laughed at him... rejected him... told her friends he was a nothing... made him the laughing stock of the campus...
But now... NOW... it was his revenge... his turn to even the score... his time to possess... to control... to own... that voluptuous body... that perfect feminine flesh...
And she was HELPLESS!!!
When he finished she would be his for all times... she would be his slave, his personal whore... because he knew... he knew the secret of her longing... he knew how to bring her under his spell...
She squirmed... the ropes cut into her ankles and wrists... marking her... the fibrous ropes cutting her fragile flesh... she looked up at her bound wrists, moving, cutting, as she watched as if she could not believe it.
"The ropes, David... please, they're cutting me... my wrists... please... the ropes."
Her fine legs tightened and loosened... pulled and slackened... against the bondage... those muscular, dancer legs... cheerleader's legs... strong to wrap around a lover, yet beautifully curved and delectable.
"David... please, David, let me go... honey, sweet David, don't hurt me... please, I'll do anything for you... "
Tears, hot salty tears, flowed... drool came from her lips... those full pouting lips... those lips that kissed so soft and sweet... she was lathered in sweat... covered in her own wetness... wetness from fear... anxiety... adrenalin flowing through her.
He loved seeing her so pitiful before him... so helpless... he loved hearing her cries... cries he would ignore as he began to whip her.
"Please... please... David, no, no, noooo... please, let me go... please... "
He pulled her long, blonde mane back... arching her back... thrusting her huge tits out into his chest...
He stroked those full, soft tits as he looked into those eyes... so round, so blue... eyes a man could fall in and drown... eyes now filled with fear... only fear as she hung so tightly bound in her ropes of bondage.
He had let her wait... let her beg, pulling at her bondage, fear building inside her. Now, he stroked and kissed her breasts, feeling the nipples become erect and ready under his touch, feeling her respond. He played with her sweet pussy, flicking her clit, seeing her respond, sexual heat building. And, Diana unable to stop him... knowing her body was both responding and rejecting... wanting his punishment yet afraid... as well she should be.
"See this my whore; see this whip I have just for you."
"PLEASE, OH GOD DAVID, NOOOOO!... David, I'll do anything... I'll suck your cock... I'll fuck you... anything, David, please don't... DON'T WHIP ME!!
"Oh, you will do all that, and more!...you will do anything I ask... because you will love it... you will love being whipped... "
"Wait, David, WAIT! Let me help you... let me get other girls for you... I can do it, David... I can get Julie, sweet Julie with her nice, soft body... or, Laurie would be easy... you would like fucking her, she is hot as a pistol... please, David, I can get you a harem... we can have threesomes or as many as you want... just don't... oh, god, David... DON'T HURT ME!!!
"You dumb cunt... you stupid whore... you slut... do you think you can manipulate me with your sorry, stinking pussy... do you think I am one of your schoolboys to be played with... ?
"PLEASE... PLEASE... PLEASE, DAVID... I WANT TO HELP YOU... "
"You want to help me what, bitch?"
"I want to help you get whatever you want, David... whatever it is, I will help... please, David... let me help... "
"What I want, you sorry slut, you stupid worthless whore, is to OWN YOU... to command you as I please, when I please... nothing else will do... and, you KNOW you will be MY SLAVE... you know you want the PLEASURE I can give you."
"Look at the whip!" he ordered. "It will love you and you will learn to love it... love its touch against you... love to feel it bite you... It will make you hot!...make your pussy wet... wet for me to fuck you... you will beg me to fuck you and to whip you...
"Yes, David, Yes, fuck me, please, fuck me. Slam your big hard cock into my pussy... ream me out, David... let me have it... fuck me... please, fuck me!
"My mouth, David, put you prick in my mouth, you big stud... I love to suck cock... let me suck you... I suck good, David... very good... let me suck your cock... please... "
She moved her pussy out to him, trying to reach him, trying to divert him from his mission... his mission to make her his slave. She ran her hot, thick tongue over her full lips, wetting them, opening them like she was welcoming a cock in there...
"David, my ass... please, fuck my ass. It is virgin, David... you would be first in my sweet ass... anything, David, my ass... anything... but the whip! Not the whip!"
The whip was horsehair... horrid horsehair... it would not cut her skin... but, it would leave red splotches... bruises... she would hurt under it... she would have pain... more pain than she could imagine... more pain than she thought she could handle...
The cuts... the bruises... would quickly heal. But, the pain... the pain and the pleasure it brought she would remember... she would remember always.
It was that pain and pleasure she would want... the pleasure greater than any she ever had... the pleasure that would make her pussy throb... and bring her crawling on her knees to him... asking to be fucked, asking to be whipped... wanting that pleasure that only the pain could bring...
He knew that she was a masochist... a pain lover... he knew that she would fall under the spell of the pain... that she would love it... crave it... like a junkie needs a fix... like a fish needs water... and, she would come to him... begging... to have her fix... her pain... so she could reach her heights of pleasure that she would so desperately want...
Her face was red, her eyes were red and puffy. Snot dripped from her nostrils. Every muscle was tense... tight... rigid as the fear... the panic... the hysteria ruled her.
"When I am through you will beg me to whip you... beg me to make you my slave... beg me to do whatever I want to you... "
"Yes, I am begging... fuck me, take me but please... PLEASE don't whip me!!"
"Why do you deny that it is the whip you want? This whip! The whip that will cause you the pain you so desperately need. You worthless slut! You manipulative, moronic cunt! I will be your master... you will beg me for your pleasure!"
"YES, David... Please give me pleasure!... not pain... pleasure... PLEASURE, DAVID."
"But, one is the other for you, little whore."
"Oh, migod," she thought, "what is happening to me? What is going to happen?"
She remembered the first football game of the season just two weeks ago. Her boyfriend had gotten drunk. He had tied her to a tree and fucked her hard.
She had loved it! She had begged for more! He slapped her... spanked her... hit her tits... she had begged for it... begged for more... she had gotten down on all fours like a dog... like the bitch she is... and begged, begged for him to hit her with his belt... then begged to be fucked... she loved it... she had never loved sex more...
David had seen that. She saw him watching from behind a bush. He had seen her love being bound. That was it!
That is why she was here!
David had seen her!
Oh, God, David KNEW!!
But, he didn't know it all.
He didn't know her boyfriend was repulsed and left her. He didn't know Diana masturbated at night dreaming on a master to take her.
But, she knew... she knew all to well. And, she knew she was as hot as she was afraid... hot for the pain... for the pleasure.
Her muscles spasmed in her back from the tension of being strung up and the pain shot all the way through her. Her pussy throbbed.
The first two blows landed across her fine, perfect, rounded ASS... her ass stuck out so invitingly... so available for whipping...
The whip CUT into her tender flesh... that fine ass flesh, so lush, so good to bounce against when fucking doggie style... that big shock absorber...
"You know you deserve to be whipped... to be hurt... because you are worthless... a worthless piece of meat... a slut, a whore... but you will become my whore... you will learn to love me... to love the whippings I give you... and the pleasure only I bring to your whorish body... "
Slobber ran from her lips...she was begging...begging him to stop...but. he would not stop!... he knew she loved it...or she would love it when he was through...
He rubbed her ass... played with the stripes so red and ugly on her... she jumped from the touch.
Again and again, the blows landed on her fine ass, on her thighs...so open... so easy to punish...on her legs, her stomach, so lean and taut...on her arms and feet...her back...
"STOP... PLEASE... NO... OH GOD... NOOOOO!!!"
Again and again, he spoke to her, stopping after each blow...emphasizing that she was a slut, a whore, a stupid cunt...a bitch...and, that she was now his...his to own...his to control...his to whip...to fuck...
She was going crazy!!! Crazy with PAIN!!!
"GOD, NOOOOO! I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEASE."
She thought she would lose her mind...she thought the pain would make her mad...stark raving MAD... she wished she would go mad!... anything to stop the pain...
She peed...wet the floor...she felt her muscles spasm...vacillating in their pain...she felt her lungs ache as she breathed rapidly...fighting the pain...the pain that cut her like a knife...a dull knife...being pushed into her and turned...
He whipped her...covering her...he knew how to do it...to give her every bit of pain she could stand but no more... to spread the pain over all her body... to make the pain its most effective...not too long in one spot, move it around... all over her so the pain flowed everywhere.
She thought she would die...she wished she would die...
But, she would not die...she would begin to love the pain...began to want it...
He grabbed her face, looking into her eyes. They were wild...animal eyes...wild, frightened animal eyes...he stared into them as she tried to focus...focus on him through her pain...
"No, David, please... no more pain... please, David, I am a slut... I'll be your slut slave... but, no more... no more... "
"Now, my whore, my slut, I will punish your breasts...your beautiful breasts... "
"David, David," she whispered, "I can't take more...please, if you love me, if you want me, please stop. I am losing my mind. The pain is too much. Please, David, for me, for us...pleaseee."
He only smiled at her...a smile of derision...a smile that made her blood run cold.
"David, I am a slut...I have manipulated men... I am a whore... I have made men buy me presents, expensive presents to try to get in my pants...but, David, I can't stand any more pain. Please, David, stop... "
He grabbed her breast and gently stroked it, allowing her to enjoy the pleasure. The nipple was erect under his fingers, showing her arousal... sexual arousal through the pain... pain and pleasure...she moaned...
"Oh, David, that feels so good... yes...thank you, David Thank you for loving my big tits."
He rammed all four fingers and his thumb in her flooding cunt, then opened his hand. He hooked two fingers up tight under the public bone sand pressed the thumb down hard on her clit. She gasped, wide-eyed, at the hard intrusion. Her pussy started to flood... she wanted to be fucked so much... she wanted it! Just like he said!
He stood back from her. Their eyes were locked. He brought back the whip...slowly so she could have the maximum anticipation of the pain that was coming...the maximum effect...
She sobbed... her eyes froze open... bug-eyed... her tongue hung from her open mouth... she watched only the whip... the whip he held up before her... the whip she knew was going to punish her breasts...
The whip thrashed her breasts. He watched the effect...her breasts compressing from the force of the whip...the power of the whip...and then expanding again...
Her body spasmed...jerked...she began quivering from the pain.
And, her eyes...her eyes showed him what he sought...showed him passion peaking through the pain...through the fear...showed the beginning of that passion he knew would make her love...make her want...the PAIN!
He reached for her pussy, her sweet pussy, as yet untouched by his whip. He felt her gush...felt the walls of her pussy release their juices...their hot, wet, sticky love juices...those juices that smelled so sweet and tasted so fine...those juices that proved her passion...her desire...her need to be fucked...
His hand continued...two fingers were now in her pussy...working her...moving in and out...his thumb was on her clit...her little button that stuck out rigidly, quivering in its desire... the little button where his thumb now rotated sending shivers down her legs...up her spine...to her brain...her brain, that source of the physical feelings she loved...
He felt her pussy began to spasm...contract against his hand...indicating her orgasm would be quickly here.
She moaned...a deep, guttural moan...a moan from her soul...as the passions flamed in her...flamed and made her boil with their heat...the heat of passion...the heat of pleasure...
He whipped her across the small of her back...across the base of her spine...
The pain blocked the pleasure, stopped the orgasm...for now.
"David, please, David, let me cum! Let me cum. I need to cum...I need it so BAD."
His hand never slowed...her pussy throbbed covering his hand in its hot juices...throbbed in its need...its need to climax...to orgasm...to CUM. He put his hand cum covered hand over her mouth and she greedily sucked his fingers of her hot cunt juices... eagerly wanting sex to fill her need... her need he controlled.
Again, he whipped the base of her spine...again, her pleasure stopped...but the pain was joining the pleasure...increasing...magnifying the intense pleasure she was feeling...a pleasure like no other...a pleasure she would surely die for...
Her face was red...beet red...her skin was on fire...the adrenaline...the blood...the pussy fire...flowed through her...she was burning up...flames were consuming her...
She looked at him, passion, heat controlling her face, her eyes. She moaned from beyond her throat... from deep in her most inner being.
"I beg you, let me cum. I will be your slave forever if only you will let me cum!"
He dropped the whip. His thumb crushed her clit, mashing it hard against her pubic bone. Four fingers filled her cunt as her juices dripped from his hand.
'YES...YES...YESSSSSS!!!" she screamed.
Her body jumped...shaking like a cat with a mouse in its mouth...as waves of orgasms hit her...hit her hard.
With each spasm David spanked her fine ass...smashed his hand against it...magnifying her pleasure...matching the rhythm of her climaxes.
"Cum whore, little slut, cum in your pleasure, cum in your pain," he whispered in her ear.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her jaw went slack, her mouth dropped open. She passed out. She hung in her ropes like a limp rag.
He knew he must act quickly now. He undid the ropes from the ceiling, leaving them around her wrists. He lowered her to the floor. He grabbed his needle...the needle with the psychotic drug...the drug that would increase his ability to subdue her...to make her his own.
He injected it in her leg. She did not move. He lay beside her. He stroked her breasts, her pussy and he began whispering in her ear, whispering in that hypnotic voice he knew would have maximum effect.
"I am David's slave... his personal whore... David's private slut. I belong to him. I live to serve him. I will always obey him, his every wish. My only pleasure is obeying him, serving him, being his slave. He gives me pain and pleasure, pleasure like no one else can give. Only David can please me. I am a worthless bitch, a scum sucking slut that finds value, finds rewards only... only in serving David. All my pleasure... all my love... all my value comes from being David's slave... his personal whore... his private slut."
He repeated this same phrase over and over...twenty times...forty times... one hundred times...
In her trance, her pain/pleasure and drug induced trance, she spoke... repeated the mantra that would be her life's core... reemphazing the words... burning them into her brain forever.
David knew that she would BE HIS FOREVER! He knew that now Diana was his slave...
He repeated her mantra over and over. She began to slur her words... dozed and she stopped speaking, as the effect of the drug put her to sleep. He covered her with a blanket and left her there.
Famished, David ate hardily, grabbed a beer and turned on the game. But, he fell asleep in front of the TV. Breaking in a slave was hard work. He awakened when he heard Diana walk into the room.
Diana was a beautiful woman: fine, golden, blonde hair; huge tits, now blue across the middle with fading red splotches; narrow waist. Her best part was her lower part... the world's best ass... those unbelievable legs... and her pussy... that sweet, tight pussy... that pussy which smelled as good as it tasted... with its flowing juices... juices that now flowed only for him.
Her face, so gorgeous, a face Miss America would die for, was puffy and tired. But, she smiled at him, a sweet, shy, little girl smile, as she padded over and knelt beside him. Her big, beautiful round blue eyes with their long black lashes fluttered at him. She looked content and eager to please... and please him she would!
He was going to enjoy owning her... using her... having her as his slave. He looked into her face. It was something he did well, reading faces for the hidden thoughts and feelings behind them.
In her, now... now that she had received her first punishment, her first injection... he saw compliance... he saw submission... he saw a deep need to please... to please him...
He knew that now was the time to punish her again... to let the pain flow through her... to reinforce the submission she was learning... and loving... so quickly.