Chapter 2
When he went down the next time she was conscious, staring at him through wide, terrified eyes.
"Hello there, my dear," he said. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced."
"Who are you?" she whimpered. "Let me go!"
"None of your business. You may call me Sir. As for letting you go," He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at her. "I fully intend to let you go, sweet little Amy."
He slid his hand up and down her thigh, watching her cringe and watching the muscles move beneath her skin as she tried to pull away, tried to close her legs. Her face was red and she had been crying a little. He slid his hand up to her cunt and squeezed it.
"Please," she sobbed.
"Please? Please what? Do you want me to fuck you again?"
"Nooooooo!"
"Then what do you want?"
"Please let me go!"
"I've already said I would, when I'm ready."
"I have to go home. My mother will miss me."
"I'm sure she will, but just think of how much more she'll appreciate you when you come home after a couple of days."
"Days?!" she gasped.
"I want to have a little fun with you. When I'm done I'll drive you home. As long as you behave yourself you'll come to no lasting harm."
He slid a finger between her pussy lips and stroked it up and down.
"Don't!" she begged.
"Why? Does that excite you? Is this the way you jerk off, Amy?"
She trembled but didn't answer.
"I bet you jerk off all the time, don't you. I bet you dream about getting fucked by big hard cocks while you diddle yourself."
"I don't!"
"Liar."
"No! No!"
"Are you saying you never masturbate?"
"I don't!"
"You dirty little liar. You think I believe that? Everybody masturbates, especially kids your age!"
"I don't!" she wailed.
"Don't lie to me, you little slut!" he snapped. His fingers tightened their grip on her soft, pulpy-pussy meat and she cried out in pain.
"Tell me how you like to masturbate," he said.
"Please!"
"Tell me how you masturbate."
"Ooooowwwwwww! Stop it! Stop it!"
"You don't tell me what to do, slut. I do whatever I want here! Now tell me how you masturbate!"
He slid his other hand up her belly and onto her heaving chest, folding his fingers around her left breast, then he squeezed hard, drawing another cry of pain and a burst of tears.
She thrashed on the bed, unable to move much more than her head.
"Please stop!" she screamed.
"Then tell me."
"I do! I do!"
He stopped, stroking her reddened breast and pussy.
"How do you jerk off?"
"I ... I ... Please don't make me," she sobbed.
"Tell me."
She sobbed again and he tightened his grip on her tit.
"Please! I ... I ... I rub my fingers over my pussy."
"Tell me more."
"I rub my panties against my pussy."
"You said your fingers."
"I do, through the panties, but I ... I ... I hold the panties in my fingers and rub them over my pussy."
"Like this?" He rubbed his finger up and down between her pussy lips, pushing hard against her clit.
"Yes," she sobbed.
"I'm going to untie you," he said.
She nodded her head frantically.
"And then you're going to jerk off for me."
"Oh no! Please! Please don't make me do that!"
"You'll be doing a lot more than that before I let you go, slut."
"I'm not a slut!"
"All you girls are sluts!"
He unsnapped the handcuffs and she scrabbled up to the head of the bed, folding her arms in front of her and drawing her knees up.
"Spread your legs and finger-fuck yourself," he said.
"No," she gulped.
"You had better learn to do what you're told, slut," he growled.
He got up and went over to a cabinet, opened the door and took out a paddle. He turned to her but she jumped off the bed and raced to the door. She couldn't open it of course.
"Get back into bed!" he snarled.
She ran back to the bed and got in again, resuming her former position all bunched up. He slapped the paddle against his hand as he approached.
"Now are you going to jerk off or am I going to paddle your little ass until it's red? Open your legs slut!"
She jerked her legs open, looking scared and embarrassed.
"Now start rubbing your little pussy."
Her right hand jerked down to her crotch and she trembled as she began to rub it up and down. He grimaced unhappily, then rolled the TV over to the foot of the bed and turned it on. A porno flick came on. A woman was masturbating, groaning and moaning and sighing in pleasure, her body jerking and heaving and moving in the throes of ecstasy.
"Watch her," he said. "I'll give you an hour to act exactly like she does. When I come back, if can't do it just like her you're going to get a spanking. So you better damned well practice."
He went upstairs and watched her on the hidden camera. She spent two minutes watching the movie, then the next half hour prowling around the room trying to find a way out.
She was shocked when she found the things in the cabinet, the big dildos and vibrators and the whips and chains. She went to the bathroom and washed her face and mouth out, then went back to the bed.
She sat there for about five minutes, then went over to the VCR and rewound the tape to the woman masturbating. She sat back down on the bed and watched it, trying to position her body in the same way, trying to make the same faces and sounds.
"Ready?" he demanded.
She jerked in fear, but bobbed her head. He sat down and watched. She started tentatively, sliding her hands up and down her lithe, slender young body. Then she slid them in between her legs, squeezing her pussy as she ground her ass into the mattress.
She groaned, her eyes half closed, and slid one hand up onto her breasts, stroking and squeezing them as she rubbed her fingers against her pussy. She eased one finger inside her snatch, pushing it in very slowly and wincing a bit.
But she got it in and pumped it in and out as she wiggled her ass on the bed. She arched her back several times, moaning and sighing in pleasure, then began to pump her finger faster in her snatch, humping up against it.
She grunted repeatedly, jabbing her little finger into her tight pussy as he watched. She never looked at him once, looking either at her body or the ceiling. Her eyes were half closed as she tried to make the appropriate face anyway.
Then she stiffened, her back arching as she faked a cum. She gave several hard humps, her ass bouncing on the bed, then she was still.
"Not bad. I've seen better but it was okay for a first try. You'll learn to do it better before you leave."
He got up and went to the cabinet, then drew out a big vibrator. He carried it back to the wide eyed girl, a big grin on his face.
"Lay down," he ordered.
She shuffled her ass down the bed so she was lying down again and he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Spread your legs, Amy," he ordered.
She did and he turned on the vibrator, pushing it forward towards her pussy. She bit her lips and caught her breath as he moved it against her, then touched it to the bottom of her slit. He let it rest there, then pushed a little deeper so it sank in between her pussy lips.
"Does that feel good?"
"I don't know," she whimpered.
He slid it up her slit and ground it against her clitty, then began to saw it up and down the slit.
She watched, unmoving, her chest still heaving. He nosed the vibrator against her cunt tube and started dipping it inside, pressing it deeper with each little stroke. She gasped as he forced her pussy lips wide and inserted it fully.
"Ooohhhh!" she groaned.
"You can take it. Sluts like you can take fence posts up their twats."
He slid it deeper and she jerked spasmodically, but didn't cry out. She was tight and he pumped the vibrator back and forth as he worked it deeper. When it was half way inside he let it go and motioned to her. She looked at him in puzzlement.
"Fuck yourself with the vibrator. Jerk it in and out."
She reluctantly gripped the thing and began to slide it back and forth, not going any deeper than he had gone.
"Push it in deeper," he said. "Get it all the way up inside you or I'll take a whip to your cunt!"
She pumped it deeper, grunting with the effort. Inch after inch slid into her box until there was only an inch or two remaining.
"Get the rest in," he said.
"I can't!" she sobbed. "It won't go inside! It's too big!"
"You want me to get it in!?"
She pumped it back and forth with more pressure, wincing and moaning as she tried to get it in deeper. Finally he grabbed her wrist and dragged her off the bed. Her feet scrambled for purchase on the rug as he pulled her over to a chair.
"No! Please!" she gasped.
He shoved her down. She tried to hold herself up but he put his hands on her shoulders and shoved hard. Her ass hit the hard wood of the seat and she screamed in pain as the remaining inches of plastic were rammed up into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she howled. "AHHhhhhhhaaaaahhhhh!"
He held her down as she wiggled and writhed and tried frantically to lift herself. After a minute her struggled eased, then vanished. She sat there sobbing, her hands down between her legs cupping her pussy as best she could.
"Told you it would fit," he said.
"Bastard!" she sobbed.
He gripped her hair and jerked her head back over the back of the chair. She cried out in pain, reaching up for his hands, trying to pull his wrist off. Her chest heaved as she sobbed and gulped in air. Tears trickled down her cheeks.
"You do what I tell you, when I tell you, and you say yes, sir, and thank you, sir. Understand?"
"Ye ... ee ... eess," she quivered.
"Yes SIR!"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered. He felt his cock pulse with excitement at her obedience.
He let go of her hair, then let up on her shoulders. She stayed seated, looking fearfully up at him. He went to one of the cameras mounted on a tripod and turned it around, pointing it at her.
"Slump down in the chair, then bring your knees up and back. I want to see your ass and your little pussy hole," he snapped.
She winced as she shifted her ass on the seat, but did as he ordered, drawing her legs slowly up, bending her knees and letting her legs slide open. Her face turned red again as he chuckled.
"Wipe your face, whore," he snapped.
She sniffed and rubbed her arm and hand over her face. The tip of the dildo began to slowly slide out of her quim as she held her legs aloft.
"Now let's see you jerk off again. Give me the full treatment. I want to hear moaning and groaning, and I want to see your face look real, real happy. Pump that vibrator like you're having a real good time."
She slid her fingers down between her legs and gripped the end of the vibrator, then, wincing a bit, began to ease it out. She slid it almost all the way out, then, after a look up at him, she began to push it back in.
She pumped it slowly, very slowly, in and out, sighing and moaning in a half-hearted way, squeezing her tit with her free hand.
"Show me more emotion!" he snapped. "I want to see you having a good time!"
She jumped in surprise, then moaned louder and pumped the dildo harder. She let her head roll from side to side and stroked her titties with more enthusiasm. Her knees jerked up and down as she pumped her pussy with the vibrator.
He nodded, then turned on the camera. She had no choice but to continue. She humped up at the vibrator, grunting and moaning and sighing, her head shaking, her hands stroking her body. Several minutes passed, then she got more vocal, pumped the dildo faster, and began to whine and whimper and shake.
That one was pretty good, he thought, turning off the camera. He pulled the tape, then, as she watched, waved goodbye and left. He would have liked to have her sleep with him, but wasn't yet sure enough that she wouldn't escape.
He went upstairs to bed and had a long, comfortable sleep, his dreams untroubled by erotic, horny fantasies.
The first thing he did on waking the next morning was go downstairs to fuck Amy. She was awake and gave him a wary look as he opened the door and came into the room.
"Well, awake and ready for a fuck," he grinned. "Get your ass on the bed."
She obeyed as he closed the door and came over to her.
"On your hands and knees, just like a bitch," he sneered.
She got on all fours and he knelt behind her, admiring her gorgeous round ass. He exulted in his power over her, glorying in having complete and absolute control over the luscious teen.
"Let's see you wave that ass around at me now, baby," he said. "Move it around in circles, slowly."
Embarrassed, she began to move her ass in slow circles.
"Hump it back at me."
She humped back as she waved, closing her eyes in humiliation.
"Now beg for it. Beg me to fuck you ... hard. Beg me to fuck your slutty cunt." He hissed.
"Fu ... fuck me," she whispered.
He slapped her ass, drawing a yelp from her.
"Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
He slapped her ass and she yelped again.
"You forgot to say sir!"
"Please fuck me, sir!"
"You want my cock, bitch?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Say it."
"I want your cock, sir. Fuck me with your cock!"
"Where? Where do you want it, whore?"
"In ... in my cunt, sir. Fuck my cunt, please, sir?"
"How do you want it, slut?"
"Hard! Please sir! Please fuck me hard, sir! Please fuck my cunt with your cock, sir!"
"Reach down between your legs and take my cock, slut. Put it in your pussy and then shove yourself back on it."
She gulped and then, supporting herself on one hand, reached down between her legs and tried to grab his cock. He taunted her, holding it out of reach. Then he let her fingers grip it and watched as she put it up against her slit.
She eased herself backwards, taking it into her slot, getting the head and an inch or so of shaft before letting go. She shuffled back slowly, gasping as her pussy slid down on his tool. He squeezed her ass cheeks and ran his hands up and down her flanks as she eased further back.
Then he gripped her hips and thrust forward, burying the last of his poker in her belly. She cried out in surprise, then let out a low groan of pain.
"Got it all now, little girl," he sighed. "Got your cunt all packed full of cock meat. You like that?"
"Ye ... yes, sir," she breathed.
"Start fucking then, ride that shiny red pussy of yours back and forth on my tool."
He folded his arms, sneering down at the girl as she began to slowly slide her fuck chute back and forth over his erect cock. He watched her ass move, watched her cunt slit swallowing his cock again and again. He saw the palm print on her ass where he'd slapped her and slapped her again, delighting in her cry of pain.
"Faster, you slut," he snarled.
She fucked back faster, panting and grunting with the effort. He wanted to slap her ass again but didn't have an excuse. Then he realized he didn't need one. If he wanted to slap her ass then he would. He brought his hand up and cracked it down hard on the girl's butt, drawing another cry of pain.
His hand hurt too, though, and he didn't like pain. He pulled his cock out of her and she eased up on the humping as he got out of bed.
"Keep humping back, slut," he ordered.
She continued her humping, shoving her ass back onto nothing as he went to the cabinet and took out a riding crop. He slid it back and forth between his fingers, his breathing growing more harsh as the thought of whipping the gorgeous young woman's ass excited him.
He went back to the bed and got onto his knees behind her.
"Take my cock again and put it in your slimy little hole you dirty stinking piece of cunt meat," he sneered.
Frightened, she reached between her legs and took his cock in her hands, guiding it up to her pussy, then easing her cunt back over it. She started to slide her cunt up and down his tool again, but then was blasted forward by a furious crack of pain as he brought the riding crop down against her back.
"AHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!" she screamed, thrown off her hands by the terrible pain. He snapped the crop down again, the leather slicing across her shoulders. Again she screamed, crawling forward away from him. He swung down again, the crop ripping across her buttocks.
Again she screamed and he felt himself on the verge of cumming. Never before had he been so excited. He fell atop her, shoving his cock into the sobbing girl's cunt from behind as he gripped her hair and mashed her face into the mattress.
He fucked her violently, stabbing his prick down into her belly as he swung the crop down again and again, lashing it across her back and shoulders and ass cheeks.
The girl howled and screamed and cried out in pain, writhing and shaking and trying to pull free as he beat her with the crop. But he held her hair tightly as he rammed his cock into her guts and spewed out huge wads of silvery sperm.
She clawed at his hand and he yelped as her nails dug into his skin. He jerked his hand free and slashed the crop down across her shoulders again.
"Bitch! Fucking whore!" he ranted.
He dragged her out of bed by the hair. Her arms wind milled as she lost her balance and fell to her knees. He dragged her along the floor by the hair, then stopped, pulling her roughly to her feet. He gripped her slim wrists in his hand as he stood behind her, raising them above her head.
He snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists, locking them together in front of her, then lifted her up a few inches, sliding the link across a hook hanging from a chain. He let go and she gasped as she swayed and turned in circles on the end of the chain. He stepped back and looked at her with wide, excited eyes.
He loved the way she looked, her body taut, her arms high above her, her legs dangling below. Her whimpers and groans were music to his ears as he slid his hand down to his crotch and squeezed his prick.
"Dirty piece of cunt meat," he yelled. "You scratched me!"
He picked up the riding crop and slashed it down against her back. She screamed and her body swung wildly. He held up the crop, waiting for her back to swing around again, then whipped it down again. Again she howled in pain, swinging and swaying and sobbing in agony.
The crop made a loud, dangerous hiss as it moved through the air. It struck Amy's buttocks, making her scream again. He only laughed. He swung the crop down again and again, raising angry red welts on the shrieking girl's buttocks and back.
Each time she swung around and around and he waited for her back to get in range again. Then, he decided not to wait. He swung quickly as her front faced him and the crop slashed into her left breast, cutting it in half and sinking down to her ribs.
She screamed so loudly he jumped back a bit in shock, then his cock gave a hard pulse and he stepped in again, waiting. Again he swung the crop down, this time cutting it across her right tit, striking right across the nipple.
She screamed wildly, shaking and dancing and writhing frantically on the chain. He laughed in excitement.
"See what you get for scratching me, whore?" he sneered.
He swung again and again, striking whatever was pointed at him, ass, back, tits, belly. It didn't matter so long as she screamed and danced.
Finally he stopped, his arm tired. Amy was hardly screaming at all by then, just groaning with each new blow. He pulled her off the hook and let her go. She fell to the ground, whimpering and shaking, her white flesh criss crossed on all sides with red welts.
"You'll learn to obey me, whore," he growled.
He gripped her hair again, his other hand going beneath her belly and heaving her up to her knees. He shoved her face down against the floor as he raised her ass up, then dropped to his knees behind her.
"Dirty little sluts," he hissed. "All think you're so special, think your cunts are made of gold." He shook her head from side to side, slapping his hand against her ass.
"Well, you ain't special here, now are you?"
He took his stiff cock and pushed it against the girl's pussy, then thrust deep into her tender pink tunnel, ramming in as hard as he could. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he began to use her as fast and brutally as he could.
His hips slammed into her buttocks as he stabbed his cock into her again and again and again. He rip-sawed his fuck meat back and forth inside her, using it as a weapon, wanting to hurt her with it, fucking the whimpering, moaning girl with all his strength.
"Take it! Take it you whore! Take this up your cunt pipe! Slut! Fucking cheap whore!"
His hips struck her with a jarring blow, ramming into her with force that actually hurt him. Still he fucked harder, piercing her guts with his angry red fuck stick, spiking it deep into her with vengeful fury.
Then he came, spurting wad after wad inside her, thinking of it as acid, burning down into her body. He growled in exultation as his cum shot down into the girl, excited beyond measure by her passive response.
"This is just the start, slut," he panted. "Just the start."