Chapter 6
She was trembling violently by the time he returned. It wasn't the next day as he'd said but only about an hour later. Still, it was almost too much for her weakened body to stand.
"Want me to let you lose, slut?"
"Yesss! Yes, please, Master!" she gasped.
"Well, we'll see," he said. He ran a hand over her taut, conical breast, admiring how firm and tight the skin was, then slid his hand down between her legs and stroked her clitty with his fingers.
He stepped in front of her and cupped both breasts, then licked at her nipples before sliding down onto his knees in front of her. Her legs were already open since he'd positioned her like that, and now he pressed his thumbs into the sides of her pussy and opened it up, ignoring her whimper as he stared at her pink flesh.
He pushed his tongue into her snatch and began a careful, steady lapping up and down her cunt cleft. He concentrated on the top of her slit, where her clitty was and began to gently suck and lick at it.
Amy was very confused. He'd never done anything nice to her before, yet here he was licking at her pussy and it was undeniably nice. Well, it didn't hurt, and his tongue did kind of feel ... nice against her clitty. It would have felt better if the ring wasn't pulling her pussy lips down and back.
Still, she didn't dare complain as he licked, then alternately sucked and blew on her clitty. He blew a stream of warm air against her clit, tilting his head back and forth to slide the air caressingly against her clitty.
He slid his lips against it and sucked while working his tongue against it. Amy moaned, then gasped in pain as her hips started to automatically hump forward.
Her head was numbed and dazed from the horrible, shocking treatment she had received since her capture, the days of hunger and terror and pain and misery, and she could no longer think straight or control herself. Her only overriding need was to obey him in everything so he wouldn't hurt her.
So as he licked at her pussy she felt no anger, no outrage, no embarrassment. Those things had been driven out of her. All she felt was a casual acceptance and a curiosity as he licked at her snatch. She'd never had her snatch licked before, after all, and since it didn't hurt she was glad to see him doing it.
In fact, as he continued she realized it was feeling nicer and nicer down there. Her pussy was heating up, but not with pain this time. She whimpered a lot, her heart pounding faster as her blood sped up. She was so unused to pleasure by now that she kept waiting for the other shoe to fall, for him to hurt her.
But he didn't. He kept licking at her slit. He eased a finger up into her pussy and pumped it in and out slowly as he licked and licked at her clitty, and her groin began to hum and throb with sexual excitement. Again she gasped in pain as her hips tried to push towards him.
His thumbs dug into her cunt and pulled it wide, then he fastened his mouth on the upper part of her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth, munching lightly with his lips and teeth. She grunted and moaned, her eyes closing as the pleasure rocketed through her.
"OUUHhhhhhhhhhhhh! UhhhhhnnnnnggghghhhH!" she groaned, her body heaving with sexual heat. It ripped up and down her pussy tunnel and blasted through her guts, sending her mind soaring and dipping and bouncing on a powerful hurricane force wind of pleasure.
Ecstasy echoed through her, filling her to the brim and making her skin crackle with power. She shuddered and trembled, jerking her hips against him helplessly, heedless of the pain as the ring tugged at her pussy lips. The pain actually seemed to increase the pleasure, and she consciously humped forward now, crying out each time the ring snapped her cunt lips, crying out with pain and pleasure both.
She sagged, almost falling, but he caught her, standing up and removing the chain from her nose, then her tits, then reaching down and unclipping the chain from her pussy lips. He removed the final chain from her wrist bands and undid them.
She collapsed into his arms in gratitude, moaning softly. He clutched her to him, his hands moving onto her ass, squeezing them as he hugged her against him. He lifted her up and her legs went around him as he carried her over to the bed and set her down.
He came down atop her and smiled. She smiled back tentatively, blinking her eyes. She didn't know why he was being nice to her but desperately wanted it to continue.
He kissed her and she kissed back eagerly. His hands stroked her breasts, and even though they ached from his whipping of the other day, she didn't protest. He slipped the rings out of her nipples and sucked each nipple in turn, gently, his tongue caressing them.
His mouth felt so good on her tormented nipples, that when he shifted his face downward she sighed in disappointment. He tongued his way down her belly and in between her legs. She spread them wide as he began to lick and suck at her pussy again.
She didn't dare put her hands down on him, keeping them by her side as his tongue raised a fever between her legs. Soon she was humping up weakly, again, not daring to hump or do anything strongly. The pleasure rose higher and higher inside her until suddenly ... he stopped.
She moaned in dismay, but he quickly slid up her body and pushed his cock against her slit. He slid it into her and she groaned, drawing her knees back as he began to fuck her.
"OHhhh! Ohhh yesss! Ohh, Maasssteeer! Yess, Massteeer! Fuck meeee! OOhhhh!"
He fucked steadily, making sure his cock rasped across her clitty as he pumped it to her. Her arms went around him and she kissed him as he fucked harder. His tongue and hers slid together in her mouth and her hands clutched his ass cheeks as she threw her legs around him and began to drive her cunt up onto his cock.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Yes! Yes! Ohh! Ohh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Master! Master! OH, Master!" she cried, gasping for breath as his cock sawed across her clit and drove her mad with pleasure.
Mad she truly was, or next to it. After so much pain and agony, so much misery and terror, and all his horrible, cruel, vicious words, the dazed teenager was deliriously glad for any kind treatment, ecstatic at any sign of favor, at any pleasure given her.
She felt like it was a dream, that soon it would end and he would whip and beat and kick her again. She closed her eyes and shuddered as pleasure howled through her body. She rammed her cunt up onto his tool, whimpering from the pain in her beaten cunt and tits, but too glad to care.
She came, grunting and moaning, pressing her face into his shoulder as she shook and convulsions racked her slender frame. His cock pumped faster inside her and she gasped in delight as his cum poured into her furnace box, mixing with her own cunt juices.
Her ass humped up desperately and she cried out again, her pleasure mounting still higher. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered, then went limp, panting for breath.
He lay atop her for long minutes, stroking her hair and face, licking and kissing her, caressing her body.
"Are you a good girl?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she said eagerly.
"Does the slave slut want something to eat?"
"Yes, please, Master," she gulped, hearing her stomach rumbling at once at the mere mention of food.
"What would you like?"
"Uhmm, uhmmm, a hamburg?" she asked, cautiously, afraid he would be angry at her.
"Only one?"
"Two?" she gulped.
"How about a milkshake?"
"Oh yesss, Maassteeer," she moaned.
"You're not going to be bad again are you?"
"No! Oh no, Master! I'm a good girl! I'll be a good girl!"
"Okay then. I'll get you a couple of burgers and a milkshake."
He rose and climbed the stairs. Amy stared after him in shock, stunned at her good luck. It never even occurred to her that a few short days ago a couple of lousy burgers and a milkshake might make up for days of torture, but as he returned and the aroma of hamburger wafted down to her she felt something akin to love for him.
She crawled out of bed, bouncing over to him like an eager puppy. He laughed and patted her head, then put the first hamburger in her hands as she sat on the floor. She tore off a big chunk and gulped it down whole.
"Not so fast. You'll get sick," he said. He took the burger away and tore off a small piece, then held it out to her in his hand. She licked it off and chewed it carefully.
He sat on a chair, tearing off small pieces of burger and letting her lick them out of his hand one by one. It never occurred to her that what she was doing was incredibly degrading and humiliating. She had no shred of pride left, no will power, no anything but desperation to please him so he wouldn't be angry again, and an equal desperation to eat at long last.
He'd broken her, he knew. Not that he took great pride in that. Teenage girls were about the weakest group of human being there was. Their minds were as soft and pliable as their bodies. As a rule they had little self-confidence, and a terrible aversion to violence of any sort.
Telling her how worthless she was as often as he had probably made her believe it by now. Besides, pain was a wonderful vKD. Humans never seemed to realize how wonderful it was to be pain free until after they'd experienced a long bout of agony. Then it was a heady thing indeed.
Then too, with teenage girls, there was the simple comfort of a kind word. His screaming insults and brutal treatment since he'd caught her probably made his kindness now seem wonderful to her. A few days ago she would have spit at him rather than eat out of his hand like a dog, now her eyes glowed with devotion.
Stupid slut, he thought. He could probably give her a knife and tell her to cut her belly open and have her do just that.
Not that he would. That would be a criminal waste. He had no intention of causing any permanent damage to such fine, soft, pussy meat.
Still, his sadistic mature kept urging him to hit her, to shock her by beating the crap out of her. He wouldn't, though, not so long as she obeyed. He had her exactly as he wanted now, well, almost exactly. A few more days of this and she'd be as devoted to him as a good dog, willing to give up her life for him.
It wasn't brainwashing exactly, but it wasn't far from it. Teenage girls had such weak minds, he sighed happily, so easy to bend and twist.
He opened the door and strolled inside. Amy jumped eagerly off the bed and crawled over to him on all fours. She licked at his bare toes as he stood before her.
"Hello, Master," she squealed, smiling up brightly. "Have you come to fuck me?"
"Should I, whore?"
"Yes please, Master. I'm a dirty little slut. I'm not worth anything else. You should fuck me hard, Master."
"You're right, bitch. Maybe I will. Now turn around and stick your ass up."
"Yes, Master," she said, turning quickly around, spreading her legs and raising her ass. He dropped to his knees behind her and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her bald, puffy cunt crack, his other hand stroking and squeezing her soft ass flesh.
A few days of discipline and then a couple more of kind words had done wonders for the little slut, he thought, pressing his cock harder, easing it in through her cunt lips and then sliding it deep into her pussy tunnel. His hands clutched her hips as he began to fuck her.
"Oohhhhhh," she sighed, pulling her head up and back as she clenched her cunt muscles and worked herself back against him. "OOhhh Yesssssss! Fuck me, Master!" she groaned, humping back steadily.
His hands slid up onto her shoulders and locked there as he pumped into her. She whimpered happily, jerking her ass from side to side, then humping back and forth, working her snatch over his pumping dick as she groaned in pleasure.
"Slut," he grunted.
"Yesssss! Fuck me! Fuck me, Master! Fuck Amy! Fuck Amy hard!"
He reached a hand under her and pressed his finger against her clit, pushing it back against his sawing cock. She squealed happily, grunting as his cockhead thumped against her cervix.
"Like that, slut?" he gasped.
"Ohhhh yess, Master! Oh Master! I love you, Master! I love your cock!"
"Work that snatch box, slut," he grunted, pumping harder.
"Yes, Master! Fuck me, Master! Fuck me harder!"
He pounded his hips into her upturned buttocks, his cock spiking deep into her guts on each thrust. His free hand slid under her chest and mashed her tit as she humped back in delirious pleasure.
She panted and groaned as his cock drove into her, a raw, mindless sexual animal, built for sex, now with no thought but sex.
"Slap my ass, Master!" she begged. "Slap Amy's ass for her!"
He cursed and did, his hand cracking down on her buttocks as she cried out in pleasure. He slapped her again and again, beating her like he would a horse, urging her to more and greater speed as he rode her.
"Uhhhngg! Cunt! Dirty slut cunt! Take my cock, you whore! Suck it down into your guts! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh" he gasped.
"Rape my cunt, Master! Ohhhh! Fuck me hard! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Unnghhh!"
His cock blasted out a massive wad of sperm that soaked her cervix. Amy cried out in pleasure and came with him as his cock spat thick creamy sperm into her belly. Her pussy snapped and bit and chewed on his pecker as she came, sucking the juice right out of his balls.
"Oohohhhhhhh," he moaned.
"Uhnnnnnnnnggg," she sighed, her head rolling slowly as the orgasm slid past her and left her in its wake.
He drove out of town to mail his latest package. It consisted of another video tape of Amy jerking off, this time without any acting on her part, and pictures she'd obviously posed for, pictures of her smiling, naked, playing with herself, using dildos and vibrators on her pussy and asshole, pictures he was sure her parents would love.
He also went scouting for new talent. He wasn't nearly ready to get rid of Amy, but didn't intend to hold her forever. She wouldn't want to leave, of course, would probably scream and cry in misery when he dumped her off, but she'd get over it.
He would be much more careful on his next grab, though. In fact, he'd probably use Amy to lure the girl to his van. Other girls wouldn't be wary of her like they would be of him. He'd have Amy get her to the van and he'd pull her inside.
Who would it be, he wondered, watching the distant school. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted, certainly a beauty, with a great body, but there were a lot of them. The one he picked would be special.
He was so busy watching the high school kids that he almost missed the girl getting off the bus. He only noticed her by accident. He trained the glasses on her and gasped in amazement. What a beauty!
She was older, a college girl from the bag on her shoulder. She had long brown hair, as soft and shiny as the finest silk. It hung half-way down her back and was parted over her eyes in loose bangs.
She had a small, heart shaped face, with a delicate looking chin and a tiny snub nose. Her eyes were large for her face, and very brown. She had what looked like huge rounded tits, though it was a bit hard to tell in her preppy type outfit.
She didn't look like the strong willed, feminist type. He bet she was an arts student, maybe studying English or something. She probably wasn't a virgin at her age, especially not with those teats, but he could get lucky.
Her mouth was so dainty and small, yet her lips so full, that his cock hardened as he imagined those lips wrapped around his cock.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby," he whispered.
He followed her home, admiring her tight little ass inside her pants.
She lived in a private home. He sat down the street and watched it for hours, then drove home. Next day he was back early enough to watch her leave, following her to the bus, then following the bus to the university, he parked quickly and followed her into a building, then down a corridor.
He walked past the room she walked into and waited down the hall. When the corridor was quiet he moved back and checked the schedule next to the door. The class inside was ... political science.
He chortled at the thought. Did she imagine she had a life in politics? Her? She was built to be fucked, not to be a leader. The only people who would follow her were the guys who wanted to watch her ass moving.
Well, it was an arts class. He still couldn't help smiling at the thought of her sternly discussing marxism and other political theories.
Oh pleeeasse, he snickered.
She was harder to study than Amy. Her classes didn't start at the same time every day, and didn't finish at the same time. After three days he had to go home to check on Amy. He'd left her with enough food and water for a week, along with porno videos, porno magazines, porno books, and a couple of vibrators with plenty of batteries.
Still, when he got down to the bomb shelter and opened the door she squealed in joy and almost got to her feet. She remembered at the last second, almost falling on her face, then crawling hurriedly over to him. She rose and flung her arms around his legs as she hugged him to her.
"Oh, Master! I missed you so much! I haven't been fucked in days and days!"
"I left you your vibrators and dildos," he smiled, stroking her hair.
"But it isn't as goood," she whined, rubbing her face against his crotch.
"Fuck Amy, Master? Please fuck Amy!"
"Weelllll," he said with a smile.
She squealed again and opened his pants, taking his cock out and slipping her lips around it. She sucked it erect in seconds, then took it right down her throat in a single gulp.
She pumped her lips up and down his shaft, fucking her own throat on it. He groaned in pleasure at the feel of her throat squeezing his cockshaft. She sucked him for long seconds, fucking his cock with her throat for almost a full minute.
Then she pulled herself free, gasping for breath as she whirled and showed him her ass, bending over and spreading her legs wide open.
He eased down behind her and pressed his cock against her snatch, then thrust in hard. She squealed again, humping back desperately, grunting and moaning and whimpering in pleasure as he started fucking her.
"Oohhh! oohhhh! Yesss! Fuck Amy! Fuck Amy! Fuck her cunt! Fuck her dirty cunt, Master!"
His thighs slapped against her round ass flesh as he drove his cock into her moist little cunt crack again and again. She ground her ass in slow circles, humping back at him as she whined and mewled like a bitch in heat.
He reached beneath her and cupped her swaying breasts, closing his hands and mashing the soft flesh up against her rib cage. She grunted in pleasure, her head rolling as she panted for breath. His hands roamed her soft young body, kneading and squeezing her as he pumped his fuck tool into her hot, tight depths.
She wrenched her head back, face red, gasping as the heat engulfed her body, squeezing down around her mind like a fist.
He thumbed her nipples, crushing them, twisting them in circles. She whimpered and shook her chest from side to side even as she jammed her cunt back on his hard pole of flesh. The air hissed out between her clenched teeth and she shuddered as a ring of fire sizzled up and down her body and seared her very soul.
She drove her ass back against him desperately, gasping and grunting, eyes wide, bulging with stunned pleasure as her cunt sleave hissed back and forth on his fuck-meat.
His cock rammed up her slit, and as the cum blasted through her mind she lost her balance falling forward. He rode her into the floor, clutching at her writhing, wriggling body to hold her against him. She twisted to one side, mindless with ecstasy as it tore through her fractured skull.
He cursed savagely, gripping her thin leg and shoving it up high and back against her. He buried his cock in her belly as his hands groped for a hold on her. His chest leaned forward, crushing her upper leg back. His hands seized her shoulders from opposite sides of her body and he hammered his loins into her splayed open crotch.
Amy's head bounced from side to side. She felt the tiny grains of dirt against her hip and side as her body was ground back and forth on the floor. She grabbed her head, her hand a claw, screaming as she arched her back violently, her body shaking and quivering in violent sexual convulsions.
He was half atop her, crushing her upper leg back almost to her shoulder as he put his weight on it. He gripped her bouncing tit and mashed it savagely as he pounded down into her crotch slit. He felt her spasming cunt sucking at his prong, trying to draw his cream out.
He fought it, riding her with furious strokes, his ass rising and falling as he stabbed his cock into her burning fuck box. He tore at her tit as he jerked her back to meet his thrusts, and she cried out in pain.
Amy fell out of one cum and right into another, fire racing through her nervous system, pandemonium gripping her mind. The climax churned her belly to a heaving, feverish mass of limpid jelly as her muscles spasmed.
He snarled as he came, his cock fire-hosing liquid heat into her belly, spraying it against her silky pink hole, sluicing down into her womb as his cock pistoned and pumped and his hips battered her thighs and crotch.
He gasped and eased off, tumbling aside onto his back on the floor beside her. Amy groaned weakly, her leg flopping to the ground. She curled inwards, her hands going down to her crotch and squeezing as she humped against them, eyes closed.
"Little slut," he sighed.
"Soo gooood," she whined.
"Gonna have to get you something else to play with, maybe a friend."