House in the Woods: Cassie

by Shakes Peer2B

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Rough, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Bestiality, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Cassie - Cassandra di Carlo, was first mentioned in 'HIW: Josh and Katy'. This is the story of her first visit to Mike's domain, and of what she learned while she was there...

Copyright© 2004

This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but if you make money off of it without my permission, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.

With rings in both eyebrows, several in each ear, a nose stud, and another ring through her black painted lower lip, not to mention the obligatory navel bangle, this girl was a walking hardware store!

She stood sullenly on my front porch, slouching in her low-slung black pants and black tube top, her heavy black eyeshadow making her look a little like a raccoon.

She paid no attention to the dogs as they sniffed at her. I continued studying her for a few moments as she again knocked impatiently at the doorframe. Although her hair was black with a neon blue streak, the pallor of her skin made me think that she had probably started life as a blonde.

"What do you want?" I said from the shadows, before stepping out where she could see me through the screen.

She started a bit then shrugged, trying to hide her surprise, "I want you to pierce me like you did Bethany."

"Did Bethany tell you how she got those little items?" I asked.

"Uh, uh. She's my roommate but we don't get along all that well." there was a hint of vulnerability behind the tough facade of her Goth look.

"So she didn't tell you what they cost her?" I probed.

"Uh, uh. Like I said, we don't get along that good." Her look got even more sullen. "She just told me how to find this place and that this was where she got them."

I smiled inwardly. If Bethany didn't get along with this girl, she might have sent her to me for an attitude adjustment, much like the one she had received at my hands.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Cassie." was all she said.

"Your full name, girl!" I said menacingly.

She peered defiantly through the screen, but decided against a rebuttal. Her blue corneas flashed startlingly from the depths of her black outlined eyes.

"Cassandra," she muttered, "Cassandra di Carlo."

"That's a beautiful name - straight out of Greek Mythology." I said, "Some say that the original Cassandra was raped when Troy fell, others that she was enslaved. What do you think happened to her?"

She gave me a penetrating stare, then answered, "Doesn't matter. She knew what was coming and didn't do anything to prevent it. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She had that gift of prophecy from Apollo."

"And what about you, Cassandra?" I asked in a low voice, "Do you have the gift of prophecy? Do you know what's coming - what it's going to cost you to get those spikes in your little pink nipples?"

She stared at me for a very long time. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Her slouch had suddenly gone stiff as she contemplated the possible meanings behind my question. Smart cookie! I liked that.

A slow smile spread across her features and she said, "Doesn't matter. I want them."

"And what will you do with them, once you have them, Cassandra?" I asked.

"Use them to shock my lovers." she said with a secret little smile "And once they get over the shock, I'll show them how to use them to control me while they have their way with me."

"How many lovers do you have, Cassandra?" I asked.

"Two, so far." she was trying to shock me, but she had come to the wrong place for that.

"Men, or women?" I asked.

I think she wanted to spring that on me, to see my reaction, but I beat her to the punch. "One of each."

"So these lovers are... aggressive?" I prodded.

Her lip curled a little, "Not as aggressive as I'd like! That's one of the reasons I want the spikes! I want them to use me, not make love to me!"

I opened the screen and stepped out.

"Strip!" I ordered, "I want to see what I've got to work with!"

Her blue eyes shot a challenge in my direction, but the black, full length coat landed on the porch, followed quickly by the spandex top. The calf-length boots with thick platform soles looked like they would take about an hour to unlace, but were velcroed up the back and came off easily. She wore no underwear, so when the baggy black pants slid off her legs, they left her bare, glinting in the sunlight from the various pieces of metal attached to her body.

"No one believed your namesake's predictions because she promised Apollo something then didn't give it to him, and he cursed her." I whispered in her ear as I stepped behind her, "I'm not Apollo. I will take what I want, whether you promise it or not. I will give you two minutes to decide if those spikes are worth the potential cost."

She stared straight ahead as I pinched her nipples from behind, squeezing her breasts in the process.

"I don't need two minutes." she rasped, "That bitch was a tease and a liar. She told Apollo he could fuck her, then after he fullfilled his end of the bargain, she changed her mind. You go ahead and take what you want. I want those spikes."

I reached inside the screen door and retrieved a set of chains - one long one attached to a ring from which three shorter chains radiated. I kept the chains there for certain other visitors, and thought Cassie might benefit from them, as well. Each of the short chains ended in a small, adjustable clamp. I attached one clamp to each of her nipples, tightening them until she gasped from the pain, then did the same to her clit.

Cassandra's blonde-fuzzed pussy leaked fluid down her pale thighs and her back and shoulders curved as though trying to protect her sensitive front, but her hands stayed at her sides.

Taking up the longer chain, I ordered, "Hands and knees, now!"

She shot me another glance, but did as ordered.

"Heel!" I told her as I opened the screen door and marched her inside.

Caesar and Czar followed along behind, but the 'Heel' command meant nothing to them. I had trained these dogs as companions and partners, not slaves.

The journey to the dungeon was uneventful, though I got a few gasps from the little black-haired bitch when she failed to keep up and the chains tugged at her most vulnerable parts!

"Eyes down!" I commanded, as we descended the stairs. At the bottom, I tugged on the leash to get her to her feet.

Cassandra's eyes went wide as she surveyed the dungeon and she muttered, "Holy shit! I have died and gone to heaven!"

"You think this is what heaven looks like?" I asked.

"It's what MY heaven looks like!" she said in wonder as her eyes continued roving around the room, devouring the whips and bondage equipment.

"Have you ever been in a place like this, Cassandra?" I asked.

Her eyes continued surveying the dungeon and she drifted toward one of the nearby devices, running her hands lovingly over its surface.

"Only in my dreams, Mr. Brenneman." she sighed in wonder, caressing leather of the cuffs. "And every time I dreamed about it, I woke up with three fingers in my pussy and the bed soaked under me."

"I hope you made plans to stay the weekend." I said, tugging on the chain to bring her back to my side.

"I don't plan, I just do." she said defiantly.

I pulled her in close with the chains and told her, "Well, here are the rules. While you are here, you 'just do' what I say. You call me 'Sir', and you speak only to answer questions, is that clear?"

"Yes, SIR!" there was still a note of defiance in her voice.

I smiled. Good! She wanted to be treated roughly, but she was going to make damn sure I was strong enough to handle her.

I shoved two fingers deep into her cunt and lifted her off the floor until she was eye-level with me. Cassandra's eyes went wide with shock as she found herself impaled, a foot off the floor, balancing on my hand.

"You keep that attitude, girl!" I said in a low voice, "It will make this weekend a lot more fun for me!"

"Y-yes, sir!" she whispered meekly.

I wriggled my fingers inside her, then clamped them onto her pubic bone. "I didn't hear you, slut!"

"Yes, Sir!" she gasped.

With that, I bound her face up on the bench I use for such things, and secured her so she couldn't move.

"Do I need to gag you," I asked, "or can you keep your mouth shut while I do this?"

The challenge was still in her eyes as she answered, "I don't need a gag... sir!"

I gelled her nipples and attached the suction/implant device to her right, making sure the nipple got drawn straight into the vacuum tube. When I triggered the spring-loaded device that drove the spike deep into her nipple, Cassandra gave a startled cry.

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