"Like a dog, on your hands and knees, bitch!" snapped Mr. Stanton. He held the end of Sheryle's leash. It dropped in a short arc to go to the studded dog collar he had fastened on her neck.
"Please," she pleaded with the man, knowing it wouldn't do any good. "Do you have to do this to me?"
"Bitch, you will only address me as 'master' from now on. And YOU are a dog, an animal. Bark like a bitch in heat. Bark!"
Her head snapped forward as he savagely jerked on the leash. She almost choked to death as the collar tightened. But she obediently barked like a dog. The man seemed to approve because he stopped tugging on the leash.
Sheryle wondered if it was really possible for him to humiliate her further. Every time she thought it wasn't possible, he figured out a new and viciously different method of getting through to her. He would treat her like a real lady, give her the finest of clothes and bright, sparkling jewels, and then turn on her, fuck her and piss in her face. But pissing in her face and hair were old stuff to her now.
Her joints ached constantly from the brutal, agonizing positions he would force her to assume. She still hadn't recovered fully from being dangled on the ropes over Michael's prick. She had loved the feel of his mighty cock in her pussy, but the rest of the scene had been stark terror for her.
Poor Michael! She hadn't seen him in almost a week. Mr. Stanton's attentions had been devoted almost solely toward her. She shivered at the thought of Michael being imprisoned somewhere in the mansion, all alone, dangling from chains against a cold stone wall.
Still, deep down, Sheryle knew she would rather have it this way than having Michael participating in the vicious little games Stanton thought up. Sheryle found it hard to admit to herself that she didn't want to share the dark visaged man with anyone, even Michael.
There was an aura of power about Stanton that continually drew her. It was an animal magnetism that she couldn't fight. If he ordered her to do something, she would have to do it simply because of his voice. It was hypnotic. It compelled her to do horrible things that she would never dream of doing otherwise.
That he had his whip with him constantly was also a goad to make her obey his every wish. He never hesitated in whipping her when she needed it. Sometimes she was too slow in obeying. She could almost appreciate the need for discipline.
Sheryle was finding a man who could dominate her totally. She might not know what was going through his mind, but she always knew where she stood with him. There was no falseness in their relationship. She was his slave, to serve him and instantly please him if that was what he desired. So simple. She thought back to the world outside the mansion. Things never were as clear-cut there. Her parents and their hypocritical ways.
They told her not to fuck and then went into their bedroom and screwed like rabbits just because they were married. What was a piece of paper? Nothing, as far as Sheryle could see. She was attractive, desirable, and horny. Why shouldn't she get some of the fun? Her parents had driven her off and into the arms of Mr. Stanton.
"Don't whip me," she moaned out. "Please don't do it. I hurt already. I'm in pain."
"You just think you are, bitch," he said savagely. "I'll show you pain. I'll rape you with my precious cock and rip you apart all the way to the chin!"
She felt a surge of excitement at the man's words. His prick up her pussy was exactly what she wanted!
He tied her leash to a doorknob and immediately dropped down behind her. She felt her neck straining to keep her head up high, while her hands and knees were still on the floor. It was just like an old-time cowboy would have tied up his faithful horse at the hitching post. But Sheryle didn't mind, not this time. She was going to get the privilege of Mr. Stanton's prick reaming her out from behind.
"Ummmm, yes, that's where I want it!" she cried out.
His prick parted the thick globes of her ass and plunged down to her cunt. The man's cock drove back and forth along the valley formed by her cuntlips until her fuck juices had properly lubricated him. She tensed a little as she felt the thick knob of his prick pressing into her cunt hole. Her inner pussylips fluttered as if they were in a high wind. They caressed and taunted the cock, prompting it to come in more.
He surged forward, spearing her cunt fully with his prick.
"Aieeee!"
Her entire body convulsed in an orgasm. She was so up for this fucking that she hardly recognized the subtler sexual tensions mounting in her belly. The feel of his cock bucking and pulsing hot and hard inside her twat was all she needed to get off.
"Bitch. You're nothing but a stupid cunt who loves nothing but cock. Isn't that so? Isn't it?"
He shoved his hips forward a little more, then began a rotating motion. She felt his cock stirring around in her hot, gooey twat like a spoon in a mixing bowl. The girl tried to speak but the words jumbled up in her throat. She loved this and would have endured any amount of degradation for this moment.
His cock began moving out of her gripping pussy. She tensed up aid tried to hold him inside. She was rewarded by the man's grunt. His guttural sounds told the teenager that she was pleasing him. Her pussy gripped down even harder around the fleshy sword of his prick.
He began pulling back, retreating from her. She let out an agonized cry and tried to hold him inside through the force of her cunt muscles alone. Her body betrayed her. The slippery fuck oils greased his prick too well for her to hang onto it. He slid free.
She tried to turn her head and look at the man fucking her like a bitch. The leash on her neck prevented it. The studded collar gleamed coldly just inches under her chin. She was totally naked save for the collar, but she didn't feel anything but hot. Her entire body radiated hotly now that he was driving his thick spike of cock in and out of her cunt.
"More," she called out, "give me more. Give it all to meeee!"
His thighs ground roughly into her butt. He had spanked her for some minor infraction earlier. Now that her pink glowing ass was receiving stimulation again, she could feel the stark bliss of excitement fill her up. The crinkly hair on his upper legs stimulated and tormented her.
But it was his prick reaming her out that gave the real pleasure. She could have endured that divine torture all day long.
"Not good enough," he said suddenly. His cock slipped from her pussy with a lewd sucking sound.
"Wh… what, master?" she shrieked. "It must be! Please, give me another chance to amuse you!"
"Very well," he said, reluctance in his voice.
"Anything, master, anything! Just do it to me. Allow me the chance to give you pleasure."
The blunted nose cone of his cock moved backward from her cunt hole and stopped at the entrance to her asshole. She shivered with delight. If she couldn't have him fucking her up the pussy, her asshole was the next best thing. In her tightest passage, she was sure she could give him the stimulation he needed.
Her entire body trembled in reaction as he moved forward, his cock parting the tensed up ring of her asshole. The pink ring of muscle finally gave under the intense pressure and yielded. His prick surged all the way up her shit chute.
She thought she was going out of her mind with the pain. Even though he had his prick well oiled from the trips back and forth in her cunt, she couldn't take such a mighty pillar of man-meat so fast. Her inner membrane had to have time to expand. He didn't bother giving her any time at all to adjust to the thick girth of his cock.
"What's wrong, bitch? Don't you like it when a real man fucks you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed. "Anything, master, as long as it p-p-pleases you!"
She didn't know if she was lying to him or not. The pain lancing into her ass was intense, but the words sounded like the truth to her. She had learned to love one thing in the world – pleasing Mr. Stanton. The man commanded and she obeyed. It seemed so natural. So what if he tied her up and fucked her? She got off on that a lot. Or made her pretend she was a dog like he was doing now? A man out walking his dog who dropped down and began fucking the poor animal. It was a fantasy she could enjoy.
But the pain!
She felt the sweat breaking out on her forehead. She couldn't lift either of her hands to wipe it from her eyes. With the leash so firmly attached to her neck, she was choking all the time. How she wanted to put her head down on the ground, to put it on her crossed forearms and simply enjoy the butt-fucking the man was giving her.
Sheryle couldn't. Mr. Stanton wouldn't like it. He had to get his rocks off first. That was all that mattered in her tiny universe.
"Shit, your asshole is starting to gape. It's like fucking a sewer pipe. It is disgusting to me!"
"No, master, I want to give you anything you want."
"It's too big. Are you fucking yourself up the ass on the doorknobs?"
"No!"
She protested, knowing he wanted to hear her deny whatever he claimed. There was nothing wrong with her asshole. It was as tight now as the time the trucker had anally raped her. She knew it was like a guillotine around the man's cock. The redhead felt if she strained, she could chop his cock off inside her body. But to even think that would be to contradict her master.
She would never do a thing like that. She wouldn't dare. He could whip her or chain her up alone in a room and leave her, or do any of a thousand other awful things to her. Only her wild imagination could conjure up atrocities more brutal than those actually dished out to her by the evil Mr. Stanton.
"Why should I enjoy this floppy hole?" he demanded.
"I'll try harder, master. I will!"
She began to tense up. She felt her bowels clutching at his buried prick. Imagining her asshole to be a hangman's noose and his cock to be a neck, she pulled and twisted and rotated her ass trying to give him the thrill he demanded from greeking her. The teenager wasn't sure if she was even coming close to giving him what he wanted. All she really knew was the effect his cock had on her.
Stomach churning, she felt the sexual tensions rise to the point where she could no longer contain them. She exploded in a wild, fiery come. She screamed, her cries cut off by the leash around her neck. She almost strangled herself, but it was worth the emotional release of orgasm.
He began fucking her ass with slow, deliberate strokes. This fed the inner fires more than anything else he could have done. Molten butter puddled in her cunt, then spread like wildfire up her spine. When the racing emotional charge reached her brain, she came again.
The iron grip of another orgasm smashed her body, tossing her around and around. She would have bucked free of his cock if his hands hadn't firmly gripped her hips and pulled her thrashing body back into his crotch. His cock danced wildly in the tight confines of her shit chute, burning her alive with the friction of his fucking.
And then there was nothing but emptiness inside. The girl panicked. She moaned and pleaded with him.
"Fuck me, fuck meee! Don't leave me like this!" He had done this so many times before. He got her hot and ready to come in the most delightful ways, then fled her and left her alone. One time, she thought he had forgotten her entirely. He had been gone almost a week.
If it hadn't really been a week, it seemed like it to the bound girl. She had cried herself to sleep many times, not even getting food. What water she had received was from a dripping faucet in the stark room where he had penned her.
She couldn't take him abandoning her again. Not now, not with her body aching lustily.
"Take me hard, master. Fuck my ass good! I beg you, do ittttttt!"
"No," he said simply.
She was crushed. She had somehow displeased him. If the world had come to an end, the red-haired teenager couldn't have been sicker inside. Her asshole burned from the fucking he had given her, but he hadn't felt enough arousal to continue. What else could she do to keep him here?
"My mouth!" she said suddenly. "Fuck my face! Please, master, let me give you head. I promise you won't be disappointed."
"What will you allow me to do to you if I am displeased?" he demanded.
She cried openly. This was a new game on his part. He obviously wanted her to do more. But what more could she do? He had already given her pussy a few good strokes.
She had tried to massage and stimulate his fucking cock as much as she could then. The thick oils leaking from her cunt should have told him that she was more than willing to take him balls-deep up her pussy. But he had only given her enough to get her hot and make her tremble at the mere touch of his cock.
He had moved on.
She had tried to give him even more excitement up her ass. The feel of his prick burning away at her rectum, the friction from the fucking was more than she could take. But she had endured it, for him.
Why did Mr. Stanton abuse her so? She was trying to please him! She wanted to give him everything she could. More than any other man in her life, he was dominant over her, a real man, a virile man who could easily control her. She looked up to him even when he whipped her and chained her down to fuck her.
Or perhaps she looked up to him because he did those terrible things to her. She didn't know or care. But if it took sucking on the prick that had just recently been up her cunt and ass, then she would do it.
Anything! Anything for Mr. Stanton.
"Please, master," she begged, "don't leave me alone. Let me suck on that wonderful prick of yours. I need it!"
He glared at her, then moved his cock within a few inches of her lips. She bent forward eagerly and sucked hard. He gasped as her mouth connected with the very end of his cock, but this was all the sound he emitted.
Her tongue swirled hard around the purple knob on the end. His cockhead was huge. The way it throbbed so powerfully against her lips told the young girl that she was doing everything just right. She hated the taste of her own shit on his prick, but she had to do this. She just had to, if she wanted to please the man and keep him from leaving her all alone.
She could take any amount of physical pain, but the mental anguish of being chained and left all by herself in some deserted room was more than she could handle. She had to be in the presence of someone, to see some human being. It wasn't possible for her to stay human and be alone.
The redheaded teenager sucked harder on his prick.
She felt it begin to thrust toward her tonsils. This spurred her own activities. She sucked and tongued and began to take more and more of his shitcovered cock into her mouth. Ignoring the taste, the girl reveled in the feelings building in her own body.
It wasn't revulsion. She could never be revolted at the man's prick, no matter what he did to it first. She had even sucked on it when he had dabbled hot chili sauce on it. That had stung and burned her lips, but she had cleaned off his prick entirely. She loved Mr. Stanton's cock above all other things in the world because of the man he was.
The tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and shot down her throat. The teenager was ready for this. She deep throated him with all the expertise of long practice. She once would have been revolted at the idea of taking a man's cock so far down her throat. No longer. Not as long as it was Stanton's cock. He deserved everything she could deliver simply because he was so masculine.
"More," he commanded. "Suck more on my precious cock. Hurry!"
She bobbed her tonsils up and down on the most sensitive portion of his cock. Then she had to back away, gasping for air. The heated gusts from her nostrils blasted through the thick bush surrounding his balls. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other but this was the only indication that he really noticed her sucking skills.
Her lips curled into a perfect "O" ring around his pecker. Her tongue tried to worm down the tiny opening of his piss-slit.
She found her tongue being rammed back into her mouth. The thick pillar of his cock had come surging in, forceful, demanding. He face-fucked her until she was openly crying in need.
How she would have loved to have this hard fucking prick up her pussy – or her asshole! But she knew that wouldn't give him as much pleasure as this. She lived only to give him all the enjoyment she could. The girl sucked and licked and tried to keep up with the frantic pace of his face-fucking.
The explosion of jism into her mouth took her by surprise. She choked on the gooey gob of cum that spurted all around the back of her throat. Before she could swallow it, the second blast of jizz came. And the third and fourth until her mouth was filled with gallons and gallons of his cum.
Choking, she sputtered and moved away from him.
He hit her with the open palm of his hand. The resounding slap echoed through the room and momentarily deafened the young teenager. The pain in her cheek was bad, but the rejection was worse.
"I… I swallowed it all!" she blurted out. But it was too late.
Sheryle was alone in the room.