"You're a sex machine," I breathed.
I slid my fingers against her lips, circling them, then sliding them inside. Her mouth, and even her tongue seemed dry, and I hoped she wasn't getting too dehydrated. A little was good for now, but not too much.
I went over to the tub next to the washing machine and poured a cup of cold water, then returned and squatted down in front of her. I dipped my fingers into the water and put them into her mouth, and she moaned and sucked greedily.
I pulled my fingers out, dipped them into the water, and again slid them into her mouth for her to suck. I did this a few more times, then grinned and dipped my hard prick, into the water. I pushed my boner against her mouth and she sucked it in mindlessly.
Man! What mom and dad would shit a brick if they knew there precious little virgin was sucking my cock right now!
I let her suck it dry, then slid it out and soaked it again before pushing it back into her mouth. What all this was gonna do to the little slut's mind I wasn't sure, but I hoped it was turning her into a real sex-crazed nympho.
I was pretty sure, for instance, that her heat at being strung up and whipped came from the association she had between pain and pleasure, from the spankings I gave her where she climaxed so nicely.
I hadn't yet questioned her much, but I didn't think she had much, if any sexual experience prior to that. So now, if she wanted, in her feverish mind, to associate cock with sustenance, well hey, that wasn't a bad thing at all.
I let her suck from it as I repeatedly dipped my prick in the water. She slurped thirstily, her tongue moving quickly as she licked it dry.
She must be fairly hungry by now too. She hadn't had anything since breakfast, and she had sure put in an energetic day. But I wanted her hungry, or at least, without any protein. I didn't need her mind functioning at any kind of efficient level. I wanted it tired and run down, easy to mould and twist.
I didn't just want to be able to use her, I wanted to own her, body and soul. I wanted her to belong to me, to be like my dog, my slave.
My hunger for her hadn't lessened with familiarity at all, quite the opposite. The more I saw the hot little slut, the more I enjoyed her luscious young body, and the more I wanted it and her.
Like the chinks did, I would break her mind, then put it back together the way I wanted it.
I started pumping her mouth as the pleasure rose, higher inside me, and soon I was clutching her sweaty hair and groaning as I fucked into her deeper and deeper. Then I came, filling her mouth with slippery white sperm.
She sucked it down instantly, still slurping and licking and sucking at my cock as I slowed my pumping.
I grinned in amusement then stood up and pushed my dick back into my pants. I considered leaving her for another few hours, but hell, that was boring.
I looked up above her, then pulled over a chair and stood up. I unhooked the chain from one of her ankles, then let it go. It fell back and she moaned and whined, hanging from one ankle as I stepped down and looked at her.
I laughed, then gave her a hard push, making her swing back and forth wildly. She whimpered and whined in dazed confusion and discomfort.
I let her swing for a couple of minutes, then grabbed her ankle and lifted it up again. I stepped on the chair and hauled her ankle over, spreading her legs wide apart and hooking her ankle restraint to a chain several feet away from the fist one.
I stepped down again and pushed the chair back. I tugged at the cords, slowly prying the vibrators out of her asshole and slit and turning them off. I put them away, then left her there hanging with her legs apart, going upstairs. I came back down with a small pair of scissors, a razor, some shaving cream, some soap, and a washcloth. I hooked a hose to the faucet by the washing machine, moved everything back from where she was hanging, then sprayed her with ice cold water.
She yelled and cursed and swung on the chains, but her movement was, of course, much less than it had been when hanging from just the one chain, and there was nothing she could do in any case.
It had been about four hours since I'd whipped and caned her. Her ass had a few fading red marks on it from the cane. The marks from the flogger had disappeared from her back. The welts from the crop were still clearly visible, however, and I was betting they were kind of sore as I sprayed water over them.
I sprayed up and down, making the power go up and down, shifting the strength of the spray. Then I turned it off and went back to the faucet I turned on the hot water and tested the water until it was hot, not burning hot, of course, but hot.
I went back to Gwen and turned on the hose and she screeched as her cold dripping flesh was hit by the hot water. Again she bounced and thrashed and shook, cursing and moaning and sobbing in discomfort.
I turned off the hose and picked up the soap, then soaped up the washcloth and began to scrub her down. I started at her toes, and worked my way down her legs, using my hand and the cloth, stroking along her thighs to her crotch, then rubbing that. I scrubbed her ass, then moved down her belly.
She didn't talk much.
"What are you doing?" she moaned when I started.
"I'm cleaning you, you slutty, filthy, little tramp," I replied.
She moaned softly and didn't speak again.
I spent a considerable amount of time really soaping up her boobs, putting down a thick layer of soap over them, squeezing them in my hands, mashing and mauling the slippery mounds out of pure pleasure at the feel of them.
I moved behind her and uncipped her wrist restraints. Her hands fell almost to the floor. Then I soaped up her arms and shoulders, and finally her back. I was gentle with her back than anywhere else, not using the washcloth, just my hands, but she still whimpered and moaned in pain.
I had picked up a salve at the store that was to be used on welts and bruises, and decided to use it on her later. For now I wanted her clean.
I pushed the soapy washcloth down into her cunt and pulled it back out again, then looked at her hair. Well, I had forgotten the shampoo, so I'd just use soap.
I knelt and ran soapy hands through her hair, mashing and squeezing it, pulling it together, adding the bar of soap and working up a head of lather. Then I soaped up her face, of course, and stood back to admire my handiwork.
From head to toe she was coated in slippery white soap. She had to keep her eyes closed to keep it out of them. I slid my hand over her crotch and began rubbing her clit, sliding two fingers back and forth in her slit, stroking her clitty.
She started whimpering and groaning, calling my name softly. Her slick lathered body started to jerk and twist, and when I slipped my fingers down her hole and fucked into her she came with a soft, gurgling moan of delight.
I sat back on my heels as she went still, and watched her for a minute.
"Are you a slut, Gwen?"
She panted for breath and groaned.
"Answer me."
"Ye… yes," she gasped.
"Are you a whore?"
"Yes," she whispered.
I slapped her face lightly.
"Yes, Michael," she moaned.
"Are you my fuck toy?"
"Yes, Michael."
"Say it then."
"I… I'm thirsty."
WHACK! I slapped her soapy cunt with the palm of my hand. Not to hard, but hard enough to rattle her. "Say it, SLUT!"
"I'm… your fuck toy, Michael," she gasped. "I'm your whore, your slut."
"Do I own you, SLUT? Do I own you? Do I?"
"Y… y… yes," she gasped.
WHACK! "Say it, slut."
"Y… you own me."
WHACK! "What?"
"You own me, Michael."
I grinned and stroked her pussy, then picked up the hose and rinsed her off. I paid particular attention to her snatch, pushing the nozzle right down through her pussy lips so the water gushed out around it. I fucked her with the nozzle for a minute, and pelting her clitty with the spray. She was soon coming, yelping and moaning and crying out in pleasure.
I grabbed the scissors then and cut away at her pussy hair, snipping it as close to the skin as I could. Then I coated her crotch with lather and began to shave her pussy.
"Wh… what are you… doing?" she groaned.
"Shaving your slit."
She was quiet for a few moments.
"Why?" she moaned.
"Because I want to."
I shaved carefully, sliding my fingers into her it and shaving carefully along it on either side, felling for bits of stubble. Any that I found I would scrap them off. When I could feel nothing but smooth skin I pulled the nozzle out of her twat and sprayed her down again, then spent a bit more time spraying her hair to make sure there was no soap left in it.
I put down the nozzle and ran my hand back and forth over her crotch, getting hot at the feel of at the sight of it. It looked and felt so bare, so soft and gorgeous and erotic, a hot, hungry little slit for a hot, hungry little whore.
I left her there dripping wet for a minute while I put some things away and got some more out. I went upstairs and got a hair dryer too. Then I squeezed as much water out of her hair as I could, I turned on the blow dryer, coming at her hair as it hung upside down.
After a few minutes I turned it off, put a blanket down on the floor underneath her and lowered her to the floor.
I let her lay there for a couple of minutes while I removed the leather restraints from her wrist and ankles and replaced them with metal shackles, then helped my dazed sis sit up and finished drying her hair.
I was no hair stylist, and her hair wound up in a crackling mass, hanging down around her head like a lion's mane. It was soft, though, and looked nice, which was all I cared about.
Gwen kept looking down between her legs murmuring softly, and running her fingers over her bare little slit.
"Looks nice, huh?" I grinned.
"It's… strange," she breathed.
I slipped off the leather collar too, replacing it with a metal one, then snapped a leash to it am ordered her onto all fours. She obeyed with groan.
I knelt behind her with the little electrical shock device. It was a cute little thing. It was made of metal and about the size of a vibrator, and even shaped like one, but not quite as long. It had a special little screw type thing in the base, and a long thin special tool was fitted into it.
It slid up into her round, wrinkled little anus easily I carefully twisted the special little screw thing. The sides of the device expanded outward, spreading my sis' shitter wider and wider, as I turned.
Gwen moaned and turned her head to look back anxiously at me.
I halted when it was almost as thick as my wrist, then twisted the tool free and pulled it out of her. Her star shape bud of her asshole snapped tightly close. It would be almost impossible to dislodge the thing now without the special tool, certainly not without a great deal of pain.
"All right, fuck toy," I said. "Let's go upstairs." I picked up the cane, and had her crawl up the stairs, down the hall, and into the living room.
"I'm hungry," she said softly.
"I'll feed you when you deserve it."
"Please, Michael," she whined.
"Did I say you could whine? Did I?"
"No, Michael," she said.
"Stand up, fuck toy."
She stood up slowly, groaning. I helped steady her with a hand on her arm, then brought out a long chain. I clipped her wrist restraints together in front of her then slid the chain through the rings in it. I locked one end to her left ankle, and the other end to her right ankle, then stepped back and admire my handiwork.
Gwen looked at me with a pouty expression.
"What a hot looking little piece of cunt meat you are," I grinned. "If ever a creature was made to be fucked it's you."
She blushed and looked down.
"Do you know what you are?"
She didn't answer.
"Look up at me, SLUT."
She raised her eyes slowly, anxiously.
"You're sex. Pure sex."
I reached over and slipped my finger down between her legs, stroking her bare little slit.
"A thousand cocks will slide between these tight little pussy lips before you're done, SLUT, maybe ten thousand. Ten thousand up this hole, and another ten thousand up… this."
I squeezed her ass and pressed my finger against her asshole.
"How many times did you come today, SLUT?"
"I… don't know," she gulped.
I slapped her breast and she yelped in pain.
"I don't know, Michael!" she gasped.
I squeezed her soft breasts, mashing them up and together then letting them free again.
"From now on you best have a accrete count of the number of time you climax, SLUT!" I bellowed. "Now, I want you to sit back on your heels and spread your knees wide apart. Keep your back straight, fuck meat."
She knelt awkwardly, then sat back on her heels and spread her knees apart.
"Further apart, slut meat."
She shifted them further with a little grunt.
"Keep that back straight."
I picked up the cane and ran it along her spin then moved in front of her and prodded her breasts.
"Tell me how much you love cock, fuck toy."
She looked at me in confusion. "Tell me."
"I… well… I… uh… love cock," she said.
"Very inventive, SLUT! Keep talking. How do you like cock? How do you love it? Where do you love it?"
"I uh… I love being fucked," she gulped anxiously. "I uh, I love feeling your cock…"
"Any cock, slut."
"I love any cock. I love feeling cocks. I uhm, I want to feel cocks inside me, inside my pussy…"
"And your ass."
"And in my ass," she said, blushing. "I love to be fucked in the ass with cocks. I love sucking on cocks. I love to lick at them and… and feel them sliding against my face and… and sliding against my pussy…"
She was starting to get into it now, breathing harder as she spoke.
"I adore cock. I'm a filthy whore and I love all cocks. I love feeling them pumping inside my pussy hole, and inside my asshole and in my mouth. I love to… squeeze them, and… and rub them and pump them, and make the jism spurt it over my fingers, and… and against my face and… I love it when they slide between my breasts and spurt on them and…"
"Enough," I barked.
She swallowed repeatedly and drew in shuddering breaths of air.
"I want you to lean over and lick my feet."
She drew in a deep breath of air and trembled, then looked down at my bare feet.
"Lick them, slut meat. Show me how devoted you are to your master."
She made a face.
"Now, shut!"
She jerked, then bent over, looking at my feet for a few seconds. Then she pressed her lips close and kissed the top of my right foot. I felt her little pink tongue slide out and lick along the top lightly.
"Big licks, slut meat. Lick everywhere. Clean it with your mouth."
She licked harder, lapping along my foot to my ankle, then back again.
"Lick at my toes, suck on them."
"Michael," she moaned, pulling back a little.
"Now, slut meat."
She moaned softly, and then slid her tongue down to my toes. I raised the front of my foot a bit and she slipped her lips around my big toe and sucked on it, first gently, then with growing strength, slurping and licking at my toe as I grinned down at her.
"Lick between the toes too, slut meat, fuck toy lick them good. Clean them out."
She slurped away at my toes, her tongue sliding everywhere. I lifted one of my feet and made her lick at the bottom, sliding her tongue over the heel.
"Tramp," I grinned. "Filthy little slave slut. You're a slave, a sex slave, my sex slave, and I can do anything I want to you."
I pulled back and she raised her head, her eyes wide.
"Turn around, fuck toy. Turn and stick your ass up. Show me your slit."
She swallowed deeply, then turned around on her knees and stuck her ass into the air.
"What a dirty little girl," I sneered. "Look at you kneeling there with your ass in the air and your naked, bald little slit sticking out at me. Spread your legs wide, whore. Wider! Now beg for cock."
"Please fuck me," she panted.
I snapped the cane across her ass and she cried out in pain.
"Please fuck me, Michael!" she gasped. "How, slut? How does one go about fucking a tile whore like you. Tell me exactly what you want me to do."
"Please… please… stick your cock into my… pussy and…"
"Your gash?"
"Yes."
"Your hole?"
"Yes," she moaned.
"Your twat?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"And then what?"
"And… and then fuck me. Pump your cock in and out…"
"Hard?"
"Yes! Hard! Fuck me hard! Stick your cock into my twat and pump me hard!"
"You want me in you, fuck meat?"
"Yes! Please stick your cock in me! Please fuck me, Michael!"
"Whore!" WACK!
I smacked the cane across her upturned ass and she sobbed and begged me to fuck her. Her bald little cunt lips were glistening wet, sticking out at me as she spread her legs still wider and pushed her ass out.
"I should fuck this dirty cunt of yours so hard closes up," I sneered.
"Yes! Fuck me!"
"Roll over onto your back, slut meat."
She grunted and almost fell onto her side, then rolled over and spread her legs.
"Raise your knees, feet flat on the floor. Spread them more… more. Good. Now, I want you to masturbate."
She gasped and stared at me in shock. I sat back on a chair and leered at her.
"Come on, fuck meat. Jerk off, beat your meat, finger your slit for me. I want to see you masturbate."
Her face was beet red, and, mortified. Encouraged, I carried on. "Stick those fingers deep into your whore cunt and finger fuck yourself. No. Wait. I'll get the camcorder first and record it. That way I can make some copies and sell them to your friends."
She stared at me in shock as I got up and hurried to the hall closet. I got the camcorder down and came back to her, pointing it at her as I sat.
"Okay, fuck meat. Jerk off."
She lay there and stared at me. In fact, she actually closed her legs and tried to cover herself.
I lowered the camcorder.
"I gave you an order, fuck toy."
"Please, Michael," she gulped. "Don't make me do this!"
"You'll not only do it you'll come when you do, and I'll get a couple of things for you to stick up your cunt and asshole. It'll make a great show when I have some of your friends over."
"You wouldn't!"
"I would and will. Everyone is going to know what a hot piece of cunt meat you are before I'm done. They'll be bending you over in the school hallways and sticking their cocks up your ass while you suck them off."
I grinned at her and reached down for the remote control to the device in her shitter.
"Now obey me or be punished."
"But… but I caaaan't," she moaned.
I pressed the button and she exploded into action. Her legs snapped open as her ass was thrown into the air. She screamed in pain, dropping back heavily to the rug and rolling over violently. She rolled back again, screaming, her voice a ululating wail as she jammed her shackled hands between her legs and clawed at her asshole.
I stared, fascinated, keeping my finger on the button as she screamed, rolling from side to side.
She tried to stand up but fell back. Her head thrashed as she wailed, her back arching her back again and again, as her body bounced and flopped and twisted in agony.
I let my finger up from the button.
She continued howling and flopping for several seconds then stopped, laying on her back, sobbing piteously as her chest rose and fell.
"When I give an order, fuck toy, you better obey it," I said.
I dragged her back to her knees and she huddled there weeping for a minute as I sat back in my chain.
"Get over it, fuck toy," I said. "You should know by now that any disobedience will bring you punishment. Now I want to hear you apologize for disobeying me and thank me for punishing you. Now."
"I… I'm… s… s… sorryyy," she whimpered.
"Sorry for what, fuck toy?"
"F… for dis… disobeying you," she sniffled.
"Now let's hear it all together."
"I'm… s… sorry for disobeying you, M… Michael," she sniffled.
"And?"
"Thank you for p… punishing me, Michael."
"Now you're going to masturbate for me, aren't you?"
"Yes, Michael," she gulped.
"Good girl. Now lay back and spread your knees."
She laid back with a little whimper and raised her knees.
"Spread em', tramp."
She shifted her knees wide apart, looking at me anxiously.
"Now start jerking off."
She looked down at her crotch then slid her shackled hands down towards her groin. She rubbed weakly at her bare little slit as I watched.
I got up, telling her to continue, and went downstairs. I came back with one of the vibrators and a big black dildo. I sat down again and tossed her the vibrator.
"Use that on your hot little clitty, fuck toy."
She looked at it, sliding her fingers over it, then brought the tip down against her slit. She gasped as the buzzing sex toy met her clitty, and I saw her legs shift a little further apart.
She rubbed the tip of the vibrator up and down along her slit as I watched, and I sat back, deciding to wait a bit, to let her get into it before picking up the camcorder.
It didn't take very long. I saw her ass grinding down, and heard her breath get ragged as she slowly eased the vibrator into her hole, pushing it deep, pumping it in and out as she moaned softly and stroked her clitty.
I reached over and picked up the camcorder, then turned it on. She noticed, and slowed a bit, but then she continued, her breathing becoming harsher, her body grinding from side to side, her back arching softly as she moaned.
I zoomed in on her crotch, watching the vibrator pumping in and out of her gash, then backed off, taking in her whole body, watching that sweet face, so intent on the action between her legs, watching her firm rounded breasts rising and falling on her chest.
I turned off the camcorder and got up.