Chapter 4
Amy looked up quickly as the door opened.
"Crawl over here, whore," he ordered.
She got out of bed and crawled over to him, her face white and tear streaked, anxious and fearful. Angry, cruel welts criss crossed her body.
"Turn around, twat," he sneered.
She turned, presenting him with her ass and shaved pussy. He was already naked, and dropped down to his knees behind her. He rubbed his cockhead up and down against her cunt cleft several times, feeling it harden with each passing second, then he forced the head inside and thrust hard.
She gasped in pain, but clenched her teeth and held herself up. His hands gripped her hips as he began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. He fucked for less than a minute, then slid his cock out.
"Guess what I'm gonna do now, slut."
She said nothing, though she closed her eyes briefly. He slapped her ass and she yelped in pain.
"I said to guess!" he snarled.
"Fuck me?" She gulped.
"I'm gonna fuck you up the ass," he said with glee.
Amy paled, her eyes widening. She closed her eyes then, trembling, knowing no protest would help her. He pressed his finger against her asshole and jammed it inside. Amy bit her lip to keep from crying out as he rammed the digit up her ass.
He wiggled it around inside her, giggling and snickering, pumping it back and forth. Then he pulled it out and placed his cock against her anus.
"Round little asses like yours need to get cocks stuffed up them," he said. "Remember all those times you wagged your ass around in tight pants? Well this is what you get for it, slut. You get yourself butt-fucked!"
He was far from gentle. He forced his cockhead into her anus and then pushed it in as hard and fast as he could. Amy whimpered and grunted in pain, but made no attempt to resist him. She hadn't thought anything could be more humiliating than having to masturbate in front of him, but she'd been wrong.
His cock thrust deep into her rectum, ripping in and out as he worked it even deeper. Then his hips were slapping cruelly against her buttocks as he skewered her asshole with his bulging cock. He rutted furiously, gripping her hips tightly to keep her in place as his hips smashed against her ass cheeks.
Amy's reamed out ass felt numb and raw and burned with pain, but she could do nothing but kneel there and take it, trying desperately to focus her mind on something else, on a bird flying, or a sailboat moving over the water, anything but the terrible man raping her asshole.
It went on and on and on, until Amy was sure that any second she would scream in denial and tear herself free, despite what would come after.
Finally, after what seemed like hours he increased the speed of his rutting, and then halted with a groan, after spewing out his evil seeds. Amy was nauseous at the thought of his sperm bubbling up into her asshole, and pushed the idea away.
"That's the first time, whore. From now on you'll get butt-fucked on a regular basis. An ass like yours needs to get itself reamed."
He pulled his softening cock free then got to his feet. Amy didn't move.
"Stand up, whore."
"Yes, sir," she whispered, getting to her feet, swaying slightly.
He had brought a bag with him, a bag that clinked. He opened it and drew out a thick metal collar, then slid it around her throat and locked it tightly together. He pulled out a matching pair of thick metal bracelets, fitting each around one wrist, then pressing them together so they locked tight.
A second pair of metal bracelets, thick, heavy, smooth except for a key hole and a ring sticking out, were put around her ankles and locked tightly. He hummed as he worked, as though he were working on a hobby, something ... some thing, he enjoyed.
In a burst of insight she realized he didn't see her as a human being at all. She was a plaything, a creature for enjoyment, to do with whatever he wished.
He held up something and leered at her.
"Know what this is, slut?"
"No, sir," she said.
It looked like one of his sex toys, pink and plastic and smooth. It was narrow and rounded at the tip, but thickened considerably at the end. It was only a couple of inches long, and attached to it was something that looked like a raccoon tail, only softer.
"This is a butt plug. It goes up your asshole. Bend over and grab your ankles."
She obeyed at once and felt the thing pressing against her asshole. She spread her legs to ease the pain as he jammed it inside her. It pushed in completely, so her asshole was able to close again. The tail stuck out through her asshole, however.
"Stand up, cunt," he said.
She rose and the tail hung down out of her asshole. It was about a foot long, soft and flexible. It brushed against her thighs as she stood there.
"Get on all fours, like the dirty little slut dog you are," he said.
"Yes, sir," she whispered, dropping onto all fours.
He fitted a leash to the ring in her collar, then walked her slowly around the room, making her wag her tail, making her sit, and kneel, and lie down, and roll over and play dead, making her lick his toes and feet, then making her lie on her back and masturbate.
"What do you like more than anything in the world?" he asked.
"To be fucked, sir," she said.
"Hard."
"Yes, sir, to be fucked hard. I'm a dirty slut, sir."
"How much do you charge for a fuck?"
"Five cents, sir."
"How many men have you fucked?"
"Thousands and thousands," she said dully.
"Call me ... Daddy," he said.
"Yes, Daddy," she said.
"Come and suck Daddy's cock."
"Yes, Daddy," she sighed.
She crawled up to him then rose and began licking at his cock. She slipped her lips around it and took it into her mouth, then began to suck and lick on it, trying to get it hard again ... so he could rape her again. He moved behind her, pulling her arms up behind her back and linking the bracelets together like handcuffs, then moved in front and let her resume her sucking.
After long minutes he got hard and rammed his cock down her throat, fucking her face, nearly choking her as he rutted his cock up and down her throat. He pulled his cock out and pumped it in his hand, holding her hair as his cum spewed out into her face.
"Open your mouth, whore!" he yelled.
She opened it and he directed the last of his gunk into her mouth, then sighed and rubbed the slimy cock all over her face.
"Keep your mouth wide," he directed, laying the end of his cock over her lower lips, dropping the head on her tongue.
"Remember the whipping you got yesterday?"
She nodded slightly, unable to talk with his cock in her mouth.
"Remember the electric shocks?"
She nodded again.
"Want me to do it again, only worse?"
"NGhhoooo," she said awkwardly.
"Then you do exactly what I say. I want you to swallow my piss. I'm gonna piss in your mouth and you are gonna drink it down."
At first she thought he must be making a joke, but she realized almost immediately that he was serious. Her mind exploded, her heart pounding, her stomach threatening to turn over. He was going to piss in her mouth!!
She wanted to jerk away, to crawl under the bed and scream and howl. But she knew what he would do then. He would hook her up to that machine. He would hang her from her wrists again and whip her breasts and back and ass. She couldn't take that again. She'd go insane.
It was all so unfair, she despaired. Why her? What had she done to deserve this?
Then she felt the first moisture, and cringed inwardly. It trickled into her mouth, a warm, acid liquid. She would have thrown up had she anything in her stomach, but her terror made her swallow. She choked and coughed and her throat burned as it went down, but she kept swallowing as more and more piss came out of his prick and sprayed into her mouth.
He pulled his cock out suddenly, and the stream of piss splashed against her face, then against her breasts. He held his cock in his hand, directing the stream of piss against her face and tits and then her pussy, laughing as he pissed on her.
He put his cock back in her mouth just as the last of his piss dribbled out, and she swallowed it down, then licked and sucked on his cock as ordered.
"Good girl," he sneered. "You'll get to drink a lot of Daddy's piss from now on, so get used to it."
Then, for no reason at all, he bent her over and began to spank her ass hard. She sobbed and bawled in pain and misery as his hand turned her aching buttocks an angry red. Then he walked out, locking her in again. She lay on her side for a long time, whimpering and crying, then crawled to her feet and staggered back to the bed.
She was sleeping the next time he came in. He moved quietly over to the bed and gazed down at her. She was lying on her side, her back to him, partly curled in a fetal position. Her wrists were still bound behind her, and the tail stuck out of her asshole.
He slid his hand in between her thighs and squeezed her pussy. She started awake, jerking around to face him with wide, frightened eyes.
"Glad to see you're awake, pussy," he said. "I brought you a present."
He opened a box and showed her what looked like rings. She realized then that they were earrings, round and gold.
"What do you say, pussy?"
"Thank you, Daddy," she gulped.
"Do you know why there's five of them?"
"No, Daddy."
"You'll find out," he snickered. He moved over to a wooden beam, like a saw horse, that was standing next to the wall.
"Come here, pussy."
"Yes, Daddy," she gulped, getting out of bed and staggering unevenly over to him. He spun her around and unclipped her wrists, then clipped them together again in front of her. He pushed her back against the beam. He ordered her legs spread wide, then clipped the metal bracelets around her ankles to small chains on the sides of the beam thing.
He moved around to the other side of the beam then gripped her hair, pulling her backwards over the beam. She gasped in pain as the beam dug into her spine, but he ignored it, forcing her further back, bowing her back painfully.
He gripped her locked wrists and pulled them up above her head, then back down behind the beam, forcing her back even harder.
"Please," she panted. "Please! You're hurting me!"
"Good."
He chained her wrists to the base of the beam rig near the floor. She was bent far, far back over the beam, her legs side, her back arched almost enough to snap. She whimpered and groaned in pain and discomfort.
He whistled as he moved around her. He came back and she raised her head to see what he was doing. He pinched her right nipple hard, then pulled it outward from her breast.
She saw then that he was holding something in his other hand.
"Noooo! Don't! Pleeeeasee! Please don't hurt me!" she sobbed.
"This won't hurt much," he chided her.
He pulled a small pair of pliers from his back pocket and crushed them down on the tip of her nipple, stretching it out. She screamed and thrashed weakly, unable to move much without agonizing pain to her back.
He pressed the needle he held against the side of her nipple, going slowly rather than fast, in no hurry. She screamed again and again, the pain tearing at her breast, but more than that the terror making her heart pound.
He forced the needle all the way through her nipple and out the other side, whistling as he pulled it in and out, slid it back and forth. Finally he pulled it free, then, still holding the pliers tightly, he set down the needle and picked up one of the earrings.
He slid the ring through the hole in her nipple, then closed it and let her nipple go. It burned as though it had been set on fire. Amy sobbed as he fingered the ring, sliding it through the holed nipple. He seized her other nipple then, pinching it with his fingers.
He rubbed and pinched and tugged on the nipple, then let it go, bent, and began to lick and suck it. He worked his tongue around on the little pink bud, then drew back, sighing. He picked up the pliers and snapped them closed.
Amy cried out again, her taut frame shaking and straining as he pulled her nipple out, then pushed the needle against the side. She yelled and gave a loud cry of pain as he jabbed the needle into her nipple and forced it all the way through.
He slid the second ring into her nipple, closing it and admiring the way the two round gold rings looked against her straining breasts.
"Guess where the next ring goes, baby," he grinned.
He moved around to the other side and cupped her pussy, rubbing and squeezing it. He stood there for a moment admiring the view of her straining, arching body, legs wide, slit parted, breasts puffed out.
He dropped to his knees and began to lick and suck at her pussy, driving his tongue into the girl's puffy bald slit. He munched and chewed and sucked, his hands squeezing her buttocks, holding them like a watermelon as he bit down on her snatch.
He drew back after a minute, sighing in pleasure. He fingered her pussy lips, rubbing and squeezing them, then drew the needle out. He squeezed her pussy lips pressing his fingers against them, pulling them down, stretching the skin.
Then he pressed the needle against the skin near the very bottom. Amy howled and her legs tugged desperately at the chains holding them, shaking the framework she was draped across. He pushed harder and the needle dug into her cunt lips, sliding in and all the way through, coming out the other side.
"Quit your whining," he said. "You're lucky I'm using real gold."
He took out the third ring, larger than the previous two, and slid it, first through the first lip, then the second, closing it tightly. He gave her crotch a quick squeeze then stood up and moved around to the other side.
He smiled down at her, admiring her face, so pretty despite the tears staining it. He bent and licked his tongue over her face, tasting her salty tears. Then he pulled her hair hard, forcing her head down and back, clutching it very tightly as she wailed in new pain.
He took the needle in his other hand and pressed it against the skin between her nostrils, then jabbed it hard. She howled madly, trying to pull her head away. He snickered and held tight, twisting the needle from side to side as he forced it deeper.
He pushed it all the way through and out the other side, then pumped it a few times before removing it.
"Just a nose ring for the cow," he sniggered.
He attached the fourth ring to her nose then stepped back and sighed in pleasure. He watched her for a few seconds, then turned and left the room.
She lay bent back in awkward misery for several hours before he returned. He was humming and smiling as he came over and released her from the beam, pushing her forward onto her knees on the floor.
She was moaning and whimpering, every movement sending agony into her back. Never had her back hurt so much. He wasn't gentle though, moving her around as he wished, her trembling hands reaching tentatively for her crotch. He slipped a key into her collar and removed it, then slipped something else around her head and down around her throat. It was a chain, she realized dazedly. He jerked it back and it tightened, choking her as it pulled her head, then her upper torso up and back. She gasped, her hands jerking up to the chain, fingers trying to loosen its pull against her throat.
He let go and it slackened immediately, but then he grabbed her arms and pulled them up hard behind her back. An instant later they were cuffed together.
"Know what this is, whore? It's a choke chain. It's used on stupid fuckin dogs that are too dumb to learn any other way. Hear that, dog, bitch dog?"
He pulled it up and back again, strangling her.
She squirmed with growing desperation as he snickered and kept the chain tight. She forced herself upwards, climbing to her feet in an attempt to ease the pressure, but he merely raised the leash higher, holding his hand above her head to keep the noose pulling tight against her throat.
She tried to beg but couldn't get a word out as her head throbbed and her face heated up. The throbbing grew worse and worse and her vision started to blur. Then he let it go, slipping a finger into the now loose chain to pull it away from her throat.
She drew in great gasps of air as he stood back and admired the rise and fall of her chest.
"I swear your tits get bigger every day," he sighed, reaching out and fondling one. He twirled her around and unlinked her bracelets, or handcuffs, or whatever they were.
"Now, get down on all fours, bitch dog."
Still dazed, she half fell to her knees, almost automatically spreading her legs.
"Now we'll train you like the bitch dog you are," he said. "I'll walk and you crawl along at my side, just behind me. When I say sit, you kneel, sitting on your heels with your hands on your thighs and your knees apart."
He pushed her down and showed her what he wanted.
"When I say kneel, you push up off your heels, back straight, arms at your sides." He pulled up on the leash, tugging at her throat as she rose.
"Good, slut. Now, when I say beg, you raise your paws up like a dog."
He demonstrated, holding her arms up and hands out like a begging dog.
And so he walked her around the room. Amy crawled quickly, despite the pain to her knees, needing to keep up with him or face strangulation on the choke chain. She wagged her tail from side to side as she moved, just as she'd been ordered, knelt, begged, rolled over, and licked his hands and feet and balls.
Then she spread her legs and he mounted her, jamming his cock into her cunt crack and ramming it deep into her belly.
"Let me hear how good it feels," he panted. "Tell me how you love it, slut. Tell me how fucking great my cock is. Tell me how hot and horny you are."
That was too many orders for her to understand. Her mind was half numb and she couldn't seem to understand what exactly he wanted her to say.
"Let me hear you grunt and whine like a bitch in heat!" he snapped, slapping her ass hard.
"UHhhnnng!" she groaned, thinking now of how she'd had to moan and groan while he took videos of her jerking off.
"OH! Oh! Oh! OH! Yes! Yes! Ohhh! Unghhh! Yess! Unnghh!" she groaned.
"Beg for it!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"Daddy!"
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck my cunt, Daddy!" she cried, as he rammed his tool into her with violent humping motions.
"Move back against me. And shake your head around like you love it!"
She humped back against him, meeting his harsh thrusts with her own humps, shaking her head from side to side and up and down as she yelped and whined and grunted and moaned in simulated pleasure.
"Slut! Fucking whore slut!" he screamed, slapping her ass cheeks repeatedly as he skewered her little cunt tunnel.
His face was crazed as he hammered into her cunt and ass, his strokes slamming into her so hard it was hurting him.
"Beg for it, whore! Beg for it up the asshole!"
"Please fuck me, Daddy!" she whined, sobbing against the pain. "Fuck my asshole, Daddy!"
"You want me to butt-fuck you, slut?"
"Yes! Oh Yes! Please butt-fuck me, Daddy! Please butt-fuck me!"
He tore his cock out of her crack and grabbed her tail, ripping the plug out of her asshole. She screamed at the pain, then her eyes bulged as he spiked his cock all the way up her ass to the balls in one violent thrust.
She reared back on her knees, like a horse pawing the air, her mouth working like a fish as she clawed at the air. He cursed and slapped the back of her hair, knocking her back onto her hands as he started pounding his tool up her anus.
"Dirty stinking, filthy little fuck-wad! You're nothing but a piece of meat for fucking! You're a cheap, mindless slut dog!"
His cock pistoned inside her ass tube, reaming her out with savage strokes as his hands slapped at her head and ass. He gripped the leash and tugged back hard, forcing her head up and back, strangling her as he pounded his cock up her ass.
She didn't even try to pry it loose. Her hands remained hanging down as her eyes began to bulge and her face changed colors. He let her go and she fell on her face on the floor. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he continued to ram his bulging fuck wand up her anus.
"Cunt! Bitch! Dirty little teenage cock tease! Bet you love it! Don't you! Don't you!"
Her knees slid slowly apart and she fell flat on her belly, legs and arms out wide, eyes glazed as he fell atop her, his hands coming down against her shoulder blades, supporting his upper body as he continued to rip his cock up and down in her rectum.
His ass rose and fell with blinding speed as he used his cock like a knife, stabbing her buttery little asshole again and again with all his strength. He felt his balls glowing with heat and knew he was close to coming. He fought it as long as he could, then howled in pleasure and conquest, his cum juice blasting out into her asshole, giving her a sperm enema.
"Bitch! Take that, bitch! Stuck up little ass waving slut dog!" he screamed, pumping wads of silvery cum juice into her bowels.
He slowed finally, panting for breath, then slid down, laying atop her, gasping for breath. His cock slowly softened and his breath came back. He felt a familiar pressure inside and continued to lay atop her as piss came out of his cock.
It was a good long piss, and he sighed happily as he poured it into the teenager's reamed out asshole. Finally he pulled out and yawned. He crawled forward, gripped a thick mass of her hair and wiped his cock off. Then he got up and yawned again, then, after kicking her once in the side, he went upstairs and left her on the floor.