Chapter 1
There are few that would change lives with Kristen.
She was an only child that was left alone when her parents died in a car accident when she was only ten.
Upon their deaths she had only one living relative in the world, Uncle Devon who wasn't even her true uncle as he was her mother's stepbrother. But he had taken her in and even fewer would have traded Kristen places.
Devon Slade was not a well-like man.
Nothing had ever been proven against him but many thought that he was not the best person in the world, and they were correct.
Devon Slade had a reputation of being cruel and what was known of him wasn't even half of it.
He was mental throwback.
Devon believed that the only purpose of women were to bear children and serve as sex slaves. And as he had no desire to have children they only served in one function-slave. And that is just how he treated his stepneice from day one.
The tearful ten year old soon learned what physical labor was.
Two hours before going off to school in the mornings saw her uncle's place spick and span and his breakfast on the table.
Then upon returning in the afternoon she became an unpaid kitchen helper in his local luncheonette. She scrubbed pots, mopped floors, scoured walls of accumulated grease, toted trash out to the trash bin and other jobs. All while under the heavy hand of her uncle, who could not be pleased.
There wasn't a day that went by that didn't see her black and blue from his slaps and hits to move her alone.
And for a while her life continued as such.
Kristen didn't dare complain, in fact before she came out of her daze caused by her parents' deaths and the upheaval in her life, she began to accept the strict treatment of her uncle.
Rarely did she even bother to try to avoid his blows, knowing that if she did manage to evade him he would only do twice as much damage when he caught her later.
By the time she was twelve Uncle Devon was no longer content with passing blows and Kristen began to receive spankings for offenses.
By thirteen the spankings became quite severe, leaving her in so much pain that she literally could not sit down and still she didn't dare complain, and wouldn't if she could.
When Kristen was fourteen things really changed. Not only did her body change but so did her treatment from her uncle.
Her birthday fell on a Sunday and she was quite surprised when informed that he would close the diner for the day-to celebrate her birthday.
Letting her sleep in late Devon woke her at ten and told her to shower.
Naturally she did so without question.
When she entered the kitchen she was further surprised by a hot breakfast awaiting her as Devon told her what was to happen.
"We're gonna spend the day together. I figured that it's finally time for you to earn your keep. I'm sick and tired of seeking out what I need, so from now on its gonna be you. You're fourteen now and old enough."
"Old enough for what Uncle Devon?" she asked, even knowing the answer.
"Old enough to serve as females are suppose to-with their bodies. And I can't deny that you've got one hell of a body. You've had your damned period for two years now, you're wearing a B-cup bra and I've seen the way you flirt with the boys."
"Yea, it's time. And to show you what I mean I've got some movies for you to watch. So clean up this mess and come to the living room."
His words sent a shiver down her spine and as she cleaned up the kitchen she thought over his words.
She hadn't missed his recent actions toward her: the pinching of her tits, the grabbing of her ass, the sneering looks he gave her.
No, even Kristen knew that soon she would be having sex with her uncle and the thought didn't depress her in the least.
She knew that his rough-shod treatment of her was what she wanted from her sex partner.
The boys that she knew were far too gentle in their treatment of her. She was used to rough handling, and at least to herself, she admitted that it was what she wanted.
She even had a good idea of what to expect from him. After all, she did clean his home and he was none to particular in hiding his girlie magazines.
Magazines that showed women tied, beaten, whipped, and restrained for sex.
And many a night she would use her talented fingers on herself as she thought about those magazines and her uncle.
Yes, she could picture herself in their place- under her uncle's hand, under his whip, and accepting his cock with her body.
And just the thought of what he would do to her made her wet-and very damn willing.
The dishes done, the kitchen cleaned, Kristen went to join her uncle in the living room.
The drapes were drawn, a light was on dim, the TV was on. So was the VCR.
She saw a stack of video boxes on top of the TV. One was empty, the lid pointing toward the ceiling.
Uncle Devon was sitting on the couch, the controller in his hand.
"Come here and sit beside me, Kristen."
He patted the couch next to him and as she sat down, he continued.
"I know that you're a smart girl, so tell me the truth. Do you know what's gonna happen today?"
His eyes bored into to hers.
Kristen's face flooded red and he smiled.
"Got an idea, I see. So tell me, what's your response?"
Kristen licked her suddenly dry lips. Her stomach felt like it had just taken a sudden elevator ride down.
Yes, she did have an idea of what was to happen.
"You're ... we're ... going to ..."
"Spit it out girl. What do you think is gonna happen?"
"We're going to have ... sex."
"Right. See, I said you were smart. And can you tell me what kind of sex we're gonna have?"
She knew.
But it was another matter to say it.
Her body was hot, her face was flushed like hell as she whispered, "Painful sex."
"Right again. I know you've been looking at my magazines and I'm glad you have. Hell, I left them out for you to see. I also know that after you see them, you go to your room and frig yourself. My question is-do they turn you on? Do you get hot and bothered by the pictures?"
She saw little reason to lie.
"Yes."
"I thought as much. So great. So far so good. You still cherry?"
He waited for her head to nod, smiled and continued.
"Great. So we both know what will happen today. You are going to lose your cherry, all three in fact, and your body will be introduced to sex the right way-painfully. I'll start you off easy and work up to the really rough stuff as we go along. In a few months I'll have you salivating at the thought of a whip on your flesh. But that's to come."
"What I want from you now is to hold my hand as we watch the first flick and if anything that you see is appealing to you I want you to squeeze my hand. Understand?"
Kristen was relieved by his words because she didn't have to speak.
She smiled at him, took his hand and squeezed it.
"Great. So on with the show."
He pressed the VCR button and the screen turned from dark grey to a light blue as the picture came on.
The blue was the sky with small fluffy clouds. The camera panned the sky as birds could be heard tweeting.
The screen changed to the tops of trees. A squirrel was shown sitting on a branch as a rumbling noise approached. Soon the forest sounds were drowned out by a roar. A road came into view and the roar could finally be recognized as motorcycles coming over the hill.
Unconsciously she squeezed his hand as the bikers filled the screen. Black leather, chrome, steel, jeans and dirt filled the living room. The Angles' Slave rolled across the screen.
Kristen's blood began pumping faster.
Devon watched Kristen almost as much as he did the TV, and both made him smile.
She didn't even notice when he changed hands and slipped his arm around the back of the couch to caress her left tit.
She moaned in pleasure but her eyes remained fixed on the tube. By the time the motorcycle gang was raping a girl that they had captured, Kristen's blouse was lying on the floor as Devon's fingers dug into her tits.
She moaned and squirmed and squeezed his hand when the girl was thrown over a hot bike and ass fucked by three guys as two others whipped her back with leather belts.
By the time of the final scene, Kristen was stripped bare.
Her tits were rosy red by his administrations and her leaking cunt had formed a wet spot on the couch. As the final credits were rolling up the screen Kristen was lying over Devon's lap totally unrestricted as her ass was introduced to his leather belt.
Thirty or so strokes later her cherry was history and a new movie was in the VCR.
When the second film started Kristen's hands were bound behind her back.
She had complied willing, quite willing in fact, and they settled back to watch with eager anticipation as Female Prisoners in Hell came on.
Male and female guards abused, fucked, sucked, ordered around, sucked, whipped, bound and generally tormented the female prisoners.
When one woman's tits were bound Kristen informed Devon that she wanted to try it.
Moments later her tits were bound in rope for the first time in her life.
From then on every time she saw something that she liked Devon would hit her confined tits with a small crop to their mutual satisfaction.
And as that film rewound her mouth was given an introduction to Devon's cock.
And so the day progressed.
At the completion of A Hard Master to Please Kristen's ass was invaded for the first time.
When Swing 'em High was finished Kristen's youthful form was hanging from the ceiling as Devon used a cat on her willing flesh before screwing her ass to their mutual satisfaction.
The completion of The Story of O had her introduced to her first dildo and hot candle wax and more cock in her cunt.
Journey into Pain led them to nipple and clit clips and more of the cat.
Kristen was hooked for life on pain.
In the following months Devon's words were proven to be correct.
Just the mention of a whip sent her into a dither. She wasn't happy unless in constant pain, either recent or lingering.
She didn't like the looks of her skin unless it was marked.
The local boys held no appeal for her, they were much to mild for her tastes, none of them showed signs of being demanding enough.
Her world became Uncle Devon and what they did after the diner was closed for the night.
Just before she turned fifteen one of the waitresses suddenly quit and Kristen was forced to take her position and a new realm was opened.
Her tips were collected nightly and set aside for special purchases-all relating to her need to be harmed. B&D and S&M movies, books, and supplies were bought with her money and their collections grew rapidly as she began to use her body to increase her tips.
Many customers were treated with the view of her growing, marred boobs.
If a customer seemed a likely candidate to her charms, they could leer at her bruised tits to their heart's content as she waited on their table.
As time passed her reputation grew and she began to gather a following.
Regular customers soon learned that if they laid money on the table they could see even more-buttons on her uniform refused to stay buttoned, her skirt was too tight for her to bend over easily so it would be pulled up when she bent over in their presences, her full tits would accidentally brush them in passing and such.
The next phase was a natural.
Five and ten dollar bills would be collected by her tits, and as she never wore a bra, they had to hunt for a place to put them.
Twenty dollar bills found a warm, wet home as she stood by the tables with her legs spread for minutes at a time.
And then some insisted on stuffing bills up her ass too, to everyone's enjoyment.
And all the while Kristen and Devon's collections grew and grew. And with more materials to study they became more and more experimental-harnesses, clips, gags, numerous varieties of dildos, whips, restraints, canes, binders, and so forth found a new home at the back of the diner.
Kristen began to wear out Uncle Devon both at the diner, because of the increased customers, and with their after closing activities.
She became insatiable and her mind conjured up fantasies and not too surprising her thoughts turned to burly motorcycle gangs as she recalled her first porn movie.