"Stand up, slut," I ordered.
She blinked her eyes in confusion, slowly raising her hands from her crotch, panting for breath.
I reached down and gripped her arm, jerking her upwards. She kept her grip on the vibrator, pushing it deep into her snatch as I moved her over next to the coffee table.
It was a heavy, wooden table, and I picked up the thick black dildo, which had a suction cup on the bottom, and slapped it down on top near the end.
"All right, fuck meat," I grinned. "Straddle the table and slide your hot little slit down onto this big, thick nigger cock."
She swallowed nervously, then obediently straddled the table. She slowly eased down, reaching for the thick rubber cock.
"It's… big," she gulped.
"A whore like you could take a fence post up her crack," I sneered.
She slid down until her bare crack was against the realistic looking cock head.
I got the camcorder and turned it on, watching as she rubbed her crack back and forth on the head of the dildo, then slowly sank down. I could see her getting into it, her lips parted, her eyes intense. She groaned as the thick rubber prick forced her cunt lips wider and wider, straining them to their limit.
Then she groaned and slid down it, an inch, then two, then three, going slowly, gasping and moaning as she shifted her hands onto the table below, her moist cunt sleeve sliding down the length of the thick, long cock.
"Ohhhh," she gasped. "Ohhh! It's loooong."
She halted briefly and her head went back, eyes closed. She took several deep breaths, then clenched her teeth and eased down further. Her ass got closer and closer to the table as the thick black rubber cock disappeared up into her gash.
She groaned again. Halting an inch or so off the table.
"Oh God," she panted. "It's… it's too loooonngg!"
She rose up a little, sliding her snatch along the dildo. I moved in and lay on my belly, zooming in on her crotch as her tight lips slipped up along the dildo.
I moved back and watched her trying to fit the whole thing into her. She slid slowly up and down, groaning and gasping, rubbing at her clitty, getting more and more aroused.
She rode faster and faster, panting and whimpering, her legs and arms working harder as her ass rode up and down. Then she slid all the way down, gasping, eyes going wide as she took the entire thing up into her belly.
She shuddered, sitting there on the table, legs wide. She slide her hands over her lower belly, obviously amazed she had gotten the entire length into her box.
She ground her ass on the table, throwing her head back and groaning. She started to hump up and down, her ass cheeks slapping on the table. She leaned forward, hands flat on the table top again as she started pushing herself up and down.
Her pussy slid up and down the now wet, glistening dildo as she gasped and grunted in heated pleasure, getting closer and closer to orgiastic delight.
I put the camcorder down and bellowed "Stop!"
She continued to ride up and down, gasping and moaning.
Smiling I picked up the remote control and pressed the button on it.
Gwen's lustful grunts and groans turned to a shriek of agony as she was flung up and back. She landed heavily on her back on the table, instantly flopping off the side and onto the floor. Her howls continued as her body was wracked by convulsions.
She shook like an epileptic in a fit, her entire body thrashing violently.
I let up on the button, and after long seconds she went limp, sobbing in exhaustion and pain.
"You're going to have to learn to obey your master, dog," I said. "Now crawl over here on your belly, lick my feet, and apologize for disobeying me again."
I gave the button a light touch and she yelped, flopping over from her back onto her belly.
She crawled slowly forward, dripping tears on the rug, then onto my foot as she trembled and shook. She leaned in and licked my foot as I looked down.
"Get on your knees, you fucking whore," I spat. "Stick your dirty little crack in the air and beg for my cock."
She moaned, and pushed herself to her knees then turned around slowly. Since her hands were bound near her belly she couldn't really support herself on them and had to remain on her shoulders, ass high.
"Beg, dog."
"P… p… p… please… fu… fu… fuck me… me… M… M… Michael," she stuttered.
"Stick your fingers into your twat and peel your lips open."
She moaned, and wriggled her hands back between her legs, her fingers searching for her slit. She slowly pried her moist cunt lips open, revealing the soft round tunnel into her belly.
"You want me to shove my cock up that dirty hole, slut?"
"Ye… y… y… yes… p… p… pleeeasse," she whimpered.
"Beg!"
"P… please sho… shove your… your cock up my dirty… hole," she gasped.
I rubbed my prick up and down her hot little crack then forced the head into her hole past her fingers. I drove it all the way up into her snatch and she groaned and let her fingers slip free as I started to fuck.
"Dirty little fuck machine," I said, slapping her round ass. "Hot assed, slut."
I fucked into her harder and harder, and she grunted softly with each thrust, mouth slack, eyes closed.
I pulled out and rubbed my cock along her slit, then sank it into her again. I did that repeatedly, making her moan and whimper as her insides heated up. Then I seized her hips and started fucking deep and fast, really pounding my meat down into Gwen's tight hole as I rode her.
My hips slapped violently into her buttocks as I leaned forward, my hands coming down on her shoulders, then onto the floor beside them, my hips smacking loudly into her jiggling red buttocks as I rutted into her sopping slit.
She cried out in pleasure, a tortured sob of ecstasy as she rolled her head from side to side and jammed her ass back against my pounding cock meat. Her snatch buzzed and burned and sucked on my prick, spasming as I fought to keep from juicing.
It was too much, though, and I came inside her, pouring cream down my little sister's tight, sucking hole.
I eased back on my heels, slipping my cock out of her, and sat back to catch my breath. Man, her ass was a beautiful sight, just beautiful. I reached over and got the camcorder and recorded it for a few seconds, focusing in on her cunt lips, still slightly parted, her cream and my jism dripping out her cunt.
I put the camcorder down and went over to her, yanking her up to her feet. She swayed weakly groaning. I unlocked the chains, slipping them off her shackles, and had her stand over next to the wall.
I went over to the stereo and put on a CD, then told her to dance for me.
She stared at me in confusion.
"Give me a nice, slutty dance, Gwen," I said. "Like a stripper would."
Well, of course she'd never seen a stripper, so I had to show her. I kind of danced to show her what I had in mind, and she imitated me, grinding her hips, sliding her hands up and down her naked body, rolling her hips, rolling her head, undulating her body.
She quickly caught on to what I wanted, and after the first few minutes, when she seemed embarrassed and inhibited, she kind of let herself go, and gave a pretty nice little bump and grind.
I picked up the camcorder. She halted briefly, then continued, breathing a little harder as she rolled her hips and squeezed her breasts. She turned and ground her bare ass back at me, then bent over and grabbed her ankles, humping back as I zoomed in on her cunt crack.
I backed up to get the full picture, and she slowly straightened, turning and kicking out with her legs, shaking her body more. Her breasts jiggled as she danced faster, and her hair shook from side to side behind her.
She finally halted, gasping for breath. I put down the camcorder and went over to her, then locked her shackles together in front of her and led her across the room. I pushed her back against the wall right beside the TV and lifted her arms up high.
I pressed them back against the wall and locked them to a chain I'd hung there, adjusting it carefully until her body was totally stretched out and she was lifting her heels off the floor.
Then I went back downstairs and got the punishment hood, and an inflatable gag. I came back to her and slipped the hood over her head, pulling it down under her jaw and zipping it in tightly, then buckling it around her throat.
The punishment hood covered her completely, right to the throat. Nothing of her face was visible. I unzipped the mouth and ordered her to open up, then shoved the inflatable gag between her jaws and began pumping.
The gag got bigger and bigger inside her mouth as I kept pumping it, forcing her jaws wider. She moaned in pain, and I halted and unscrewed the pumping bulb, then zipped the hood closed over her mouth.
I got a beer and watched TV for a few hours while she stood there.
After a while she slowly lowered her heels to the floor, accepting the strain on her body. She raised her legs now and then, drawing her knees back to her chest as they cramped up.
I didn't like that so I shackled her ankles together and clipped them to a little eyebolt I'd stuck into the wall there.
I ran my hands over her body admiringly it was so gorgeous, all stretched out like a diver's. I eyed her ribs outlined under her soft white flesh, and stroked her soft, concave belly.
I sat down for a while, leaving her be. The hood was thickly padded over her ears so she didn't hear anything. She was supposed to be well-isolated in there, no sight, no sound.
I looked down at the remote, then picked it up. I eyed her lovely young body, standing there silently, almost motionless. There was no reason to press the button but the urge was overwhelming.
I pressed it.
There was little sound through the inflatable gag and zippered hood, just a low wailing shriek that I could hardly hear over the TV. Her body shook and trembled, her ass slapping furiously against the wall, her body jerking from side to side.
I eased up on the button. Gave her a minute, then pressed it again, just a short touch. A few seconds later I gave her another touch, then another I did that intermittently, usually just touching the button, but now and then holding it down for a five or ten count.
Her naked body was bathed in sweat now, and when I held the button down for a ten count she pissed herself, her urine pouring down her bound legs and onto the rug at her feet. I laughed in delight.
Break her down, then build her up.
I finally went over to her and released her shackles, first removing the ones from her ankles, then reaching up and undoing the shackles around her wrists.
She collapsed against me and I lifted her up over my shoulders and carried her downstairs. I laid her on the blanket there then slipped the thicker padded leather restraints around her ankles and wrists, forced a vibrator up her snatch then hung her from her ankles.
I locked her wrists behind her back, then unzipped the punishment hood and deflated the gag. She moaned and sobbed in relief as I pulled the gag out of her mouth. I unbuckled and unzipped the punishment hood and slipped it off her.
Her hair was soaked with sweat, as was her entire face. I slipped a blindfold over her quickly, then got some water and a straw, and pushed the straw between her parched lips. I had to yell at her several times before she sucked, but once she tasted the water she kept sucking on it, gulping the water down.
She coughed and gagged a few times, but managed to get half the cup down before I took the straw away. Then I slipped the stereo headphones over her head and strapped them in place, turned on her tape, and left. The vibrator had enough battery life to last an hour or two, then it would go silent.
I turned out the lights and went to bed, thinking of the fun I could have with my fuck toy tomorrow.
When I woke up the next morning I immediately realized my mistake. I had a hard-on, but there was no little fuck toy in the room, let alone in the bed, to take care of it. In future, I told myself, I'd keep my little fuck toy handy so it'd be available when I woke with an erection.
I shrugged and got dressed, then went downstairs to check on her. Again I realized a mistake, for Gwenny was in no shape to do anything for me. Even after I lowered her to the ground and pulled off the headphones and blindfold she was dazed and incoherent.
I slapped her face lightly but her eyes were glazed and couldn't seem to focus on anything. I had to pick her up and carry her upstairs to the second floor bathroom. There I sat her in the tub and washed her sweating, exhausted body.
I gave her water to drink, then, when she was clean, I let the water run out of the tub and turned on the shower to cold. It poured down on her as she lay there groaning. For long moments she didn't move, then she slowly raised her arms, trying to ward off the spray.
She whimpered, and half turned, trying to duck her face under her arm, moving slowly, weakly. I gave the water a couple of minutes, by which time she was huddled in a ball on the bottom of the tub shivering and trembling.
Then I turned it off and dragged her out of the tub. I dried her off, dried her hair, then, feeling I'd put my enjoyment off more than long enough, bent her over the counter and flicked her slowly, for a few minutes before pumping my load into her gash.
That done I took her downstairs, carrying her again, and set her on the floor. She still seemed kind of dazed, but I was able to get responses out of her by asking her a couple of times.
I poured milk into a bowl and set it down on the kitchen floor, then pulled her over to it and pushed her mouth down against it. She drank it slowly, not speaking, pausing often.
I had her kneel and spread her legs, then reach back and pry her buttocks apart. Then I pulled her asshole open with two fingers and stuck the slim little tool inside, hooking it into the base of the electrical thing in her and slowly turning it so it could be brought out.
When I turned it clockwise the base of the thing pulled in, then the tool locked against the base and I was able to draw the egg shaped thing slowly back out of her asshole.
I gave her two hours to sleep on the floor at my feet in front of the couch then woke her up made her crawl around the living room. I snapped the two nipple clamps on, producing not much more than a weak sob and whimper. Then hung two sixteen-ounce weights from the clips and made her crawl all over the living room, dining room and kitchen, then out into the back yard.
Her titties hung down low as the weights swung from side to side, but though it must have hurt she didn't complain.
I led her back into the house and gave her some more milk, then got a scrub brush, filled a pail with hot water and soap and set it down beside her.
"Clean the kitchen floor, slut. When you're done, clean the bathrooms, all of them, the floors, tub, and toilets. Don't get off your knees. Understand?"
I slapped her ass and she whimpered.
"Understand?"
"Yes, Michael," she gulped.
"Good slut. Maybe I'll let you have something to eat if you do a good job."
I left her to her scrubbing and went out to the living room to watch TV.
She crawled out after a while, passing me without saying a word and crawling slowly up the stairs. I grinned at the sight then returned to my TV shows.
I still didn't have much else to do, but I was thinking about Gwen, and what a great little fuck toy I was turning her into. I wondered how many other men would love to have fuck toys like Gwen, and how much they'd be willing to pay to get them.
Hell, it was sure easy work, and fun too. I really got off showing a hot assed slut like Gwen her place in life. And there were so many tight assed little teen sluts around, a never-ending supply of them.
The trick wouldn't be getting them, or even training them. The trick would be to find the customers. I sure couldn't advertise for them.
Well, I'd give that some more thought. After a while Gwen, crawled down the stairs and over in front of me.
"You finished?"
"Yes, Michael," she said, dull-eyed.
"I'll inspect them then. They better be clean, slut."
I stood up and walked her into the kitchen, then looked around at the floor. I examined the baseboards, and grinned.
"Here, slut."
She crawled over beside me and I pointed at the dirt down at the edge of the baseboard, right where it met the floor.
"You call that clean?"
She just looked at it.
"Clean it."
She started to turn and I grabbed her hair, making her cry out in pain.
"With your tongue, fuck meat. Stick your tongue down there and slide it along the crack. Clean it off with your tongue."
She moaned and tried to back away, but I pushed her face down against it.
"Do it or I'll stick the egg back in your ass and make it go off again."
"No! Please!" she gasped.
"Then do it."
She lowered her face, a tear trickling down her cheek as she licked along the baseboard, her little pink tongue sliding along the dirty crack and scooping dirt out.
"That's a good dog," I said, petting her head. I led her upstairs then and into the first bathroom. There I made her lick along the bottom of the tub, then along the bottom of the toilet. She really didn't want to do that, but a few hard squeezes on her tits and a few slaps to the face convinced her.
I figured her mouth and mind were all prepared for a symbolic expression of her worthlessness and my dominance. I ordered her to climb into the tub, then sit on her heels as I stood beside it.
"Okay, slut. Know what's gonna happen now?"
She shook her head slowly back and forth, indicating no.
"I'm gonna take a leak. You are going to kneel there and open your mouth. And when I piss into your mouth you will swallow it."
She stared at me for a few seconds as if she hadn't heard, then her mouth and eyes got wide and she stared at me in disbelief.
"Either you do it or you'll be punished," I snapped. "You obey your orders, fuck toy!"
"No…" she whispered.
"Don't say no to me, fuck toy."
"I… but… you… you…"
"You are a worthless animal, less than an animal. You belong to me, and I can do anything I want to you. Now you had better get set to drink."
I stuck the plug in the drain and stood straight again, pulling out my cock.
"Whatever doesn't go down your throat will wind up at the bottom of the tub, and you're still gonna drink it up, slut."
"No," she said in a small, anguished voice.
"Yes," I said. "Yes. You obey! Open your mouth!"
She whimpered in denial and slowly opened her mouth, but when my piss shot out she closed it and her eyes, shuddering and trembling as she knelt there.
"Open your mouth," I yelled as the piss splashed off her face.
She wouldn't. She knelt there, whimpering, lips and eyes tightly closed as the piss splashed off her face and ran down her shoulders. Rivulets of piss ran around her breasts, down her belly and in between her legs. I cursed her and shifted my aim, splashing piss onto her breasts and against her thighs and belly, then back up over her face and into her hair.
She never moved, but refused to open her mouth as my piss soaked her. When I ran out she whimpered and stayed in place, swaying slowly, eyes and mouth still closed.
I put my foot out against her and shoved her hard. She slammed back against the wall with a cry of pain and shock, and fell into the tub on her side. She scrambled up, out of the little pool of piss, ignoring my orders to drink it.
Well, there was plenty more piss where that came from, and she would drink gallons of it for this disobedience.
I ordered her to pull the plug, then turned on the shower. I let the water pour over her, even let her pick up the soap and clean herself off. I was going to be touching her, after all, and didn't want any of my piss on me.
When she was done I turned off the water and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her out of the tub. She squealed and screamed as I wound her wet hair around my wrist and dragged her along the floor, then down the stairs.
She bounced a little on the stairs, grabbing my wrist with both hands to ease the pull on her long hair. I dragged her along the hall into the living room and there rolled her onto her belly and jerked her arms behind her back. I cuffed them together, then gripped her hair again.
This time she wasn't able to do a thing to ease the pull and howled in pain as I dragged her by the hair across the floor and down the hall to the basement stairs, then down the stairs, bumping all the way.
I dragged her across the concrete floor then dragged her to her feet. She was sobbing and begging and pleading with me not to punish her, but I ignored her, uncuffing her wrists and quickly buckling the thicker padded leather restraints around them.
In a less than a minute her wrists were bound up and apart to the chains overhead. Then I put on ankle restraints and chained them apart.
I went to the wall where the chains were locked down, the chains that went up overhead to the rings there – then down to her wrists – and unlocked them, then pulled them upwards. I lifted the sobbing soaking, dripping teenager right off her feet, so she was hanging by her wrists and ankles, spread-eagled in mid-air.
Then I locked the chains down again and went back to her.
Gwen's toes were twitching, her feet wriggling inches above the floor as she moaned and whimpered. I gripped her wet hair and jerked her head back violently, drawing a scream of pain.
"You think you can disobey me, slut meat? Huh? Huh? I'll show you what happens to whores who disobey their masters!"
"Please!" she sobbed. "Please, Michael! Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Pleeeeasse!"
"Not half as sorry as you will be, slut!"
She wasn't going to get off on this whipping like she had the last time. This was going to be some serious pain, and she was going to be in the proper frame of mind to recognize it as such and not turn it into some kind of hot, erotic scene.
I slapped her face hard, throwing her head back and to the side. I brought my other hand up and slapped her face on the other side, throwing it in the other direction. Then I slapped it again, and again, first on the left side, then the right, then the left again.