In this volume of DOUBLE NOVELS you will find two complete stories of deviate sex -each more vividly erotic than the other. They are:
THE PRINCIPAL'S SLAVE She's foxy and hot and when the principal realizes that she's repeatedly getting sent to his office because she LIKES the spankings he has been giving her he figured he should give her what she wants namely his cock inside her mouth and cunt.
TRAINED MAID Orphaned at sixteen, Jacqueline goes to live with her wicked Aunt Michele who turns her into a high-priced Parisian prostitute. On Jacqueline's eighteenth birthday she is sold to an Italian millionaire and ordered to be his sex slave. The punishment should she refuse any of his orders, she is told, will be death. Jacqueline does everything the man desires. This is a story not designed for the squeamish!! !
Read on, and enjoy!
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CHAPTER 1
Jacqueline L'Estrange grew up in the city of Paris. It was a beautiful place to be born and raised. She remembered feeling a deep sense of romance ever since she was a little girl.
Jacqueline grew up on the Place de la Concorde, not far from the left bank of the Seine River. Her parents had been wealthy. She had been a little girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Who could have predicted that Jacqueline's life would take such a wicked turn. Jacqueline's mother and father died in an automobile accident when she had just turned sixteen years old.
Jacquline was devastated by the news of her parents' loss. She had even been forced to go to the hospital and identify the bodies.
It was too much to bear for the tiny blonde. She kept wondering why they were dead and she was still alive. This stream-of-consciousness filled her with guilt.
Jacqueline was convinced that she was never going to be happy again. Matters were worsened by the fact that Jacqueline was sent to live with her Aunt Michele.
Aunt Michele was a wicked woman. She recognized Jacqueline's beauty and she decided to exploit it. The teenager was a beautiful blonde.
Aunt Michele knew that there were men who would pay a pretty penny for a teenage girl of Jacqueline's beauty. It would not be the first time that wicked Aunt Michele had used human flesh to make a buck and it would not be the last. She could get many francs for the right to a diminutive towhead's cherry.
Soon after Aunt Michele took over as Jacqueline's legal guardian, the evil woman instructed the little girl that she was to help out with the bills.
"But how will I earn a wage? I am only sixteen and I have no skill," Jacqueline would later remember saying to her aunt. How naive she had been!
"You are to entertain a man for me, Jacqueline. I have arranged everything. He will be arriving this evening. You and he will make love," Aunt Michele said.
"You want me to be a prostitute?" Jacqueline asked.
"You have said yourself that you can do nothing else."
"But how do I know I can even do this?" Jacqueline asked.
"I have a hunch that you will get the knack of it."
So that night Count Courtenay, a very rich Englishman arrived at the house. Jacqueline had been ordered to bathe and dress in her prettiest dress.
Jacqueline was very excited as she awaited the arrival of the man. The little blonde felt a tingling between her legs that she had never known before.
Jacqueline was pleased to find that Count Courtenay was a handsome and charming man. She could feel the tingling in between her legs getting worse as they were introduced by Aunt
Michele.
Jacqueline was shocked to find that Count Courtenay was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The second he was alone with her he attacked her like some kind of a beast.
Jacqueline was frightened and she tried to keep away from him but her fight was useless. Her tiny fists were no match for his bulk. He pinned her to the bed and pulled up her dress.
She was wearing no stockings. Her legs were bare. Her shoes had fallen off in the struggle. He ripped her panties right off of her body and kept her pinned to the bed with the weight of his upper torso as he pulled down his pants and underwear.
Jacqueline felt the pole on her pussy and then the horrible pain as he found the mark. He took her cruelly, making her pussy bleed, and, thankfully, he finished rapidly.
Jacqueline's face was streaked with tears and very red as he pulled out of her. Count Courtenay had a disgusted look on his face as he looked down at the blood on his cock.
He wiped the blood off his prick with Jacqueline's bedspread and quickly pulled up his pants. Aunt Michele had been outside the bedroom door the whole time. She had listened to the struggle.
Aunt Michele had heard Jacqueline's screams of pain and her sobbing of despair. Aunt
Michele knew how much that big man was hurting the little girl. One corner of her mouth turned up into a sadistic smile when she heard those sounds.
Count Courtenay did not speak to Jacqueline after he fucked her. He left silently and paid Aunt Michele on the way out. Aunt Michele cursed his back after he left the house for he had given her no tip.
Aunt Michele went to Jacqueline and coolly stroked the little girl's tear-stained face. Aunt Michele bathed Jacqueline and put her to bed.
"Please don't make me do that again, Aunt Michele," Jacqueline said.
"On the contrary. You will be doing it more and more," Aunt Michele said.
"But he hurt me so badly. So very badly," Jacqueline whimpered.
"You will get used to it. It's supposed to hurt the first time."
And so Jacqueline began a career as a high-priced Parisian prostitute. All of her customers were rich men, many of them foreigners.
Not all of them were as mean as Count Courtenay either and she found that she liked sex after a while. Her pussy learned to relax, and with this relaxation came the pleasure.
One man said that he wanted to lick the little girl's cunt, and Jacqueline was almost shocked when she learned a man's tongue could give her an orgasm.
It was several months before Jacqueline could orgasm with a man's cock inside her. She found that medium sized cocks pleasured her pussy better than the gigantic ones.
The little blonde had trouble getting off when she was afraid that she was going to be torn apart by a humongous dong. She found that she could orgasm almost every time she was with a man.
She knew that she was truly a pro. Aunt Michele's orders were simple and clear. She was to do whatever the men wanted her to do. She was to never complain, and she was never to struggle.
This, as it turned out, included some pretty weird stuff. Jacqueline's pussy was not the only hole in her body that attracted the stiff dicks of her customers.
She found that there were men who enjoyed fucking her in the throat. They liked to plow into her pretty face just as if it were her cunt.
Jacqueline, as might be expected, gagged horribly the first few times men took her in this manner. But soon she learned to control the muscles in her gullet.
Jacqueline even learned to keep her teeth out of the way. She hurt a man one time by biting him accidentally and he had slapped her repeatedly until she was dazed.
She found that she loved to have men squirt come into her mouth. She loved the way it tasted and she loved the way it felt as it slithered down her gullet.
She found, however, that there were French men who did not like to shoot inside her mouth. Instead they would pull out at the last second and make her pump their dicks with her hand.
These men liked to squirt their jism right into her face. Jacqueline didn't find anything sexy about this at all, but the men seemed to get off on it.
It made her feel degraded and humiliated -and she suspected that this was precisely what made the men enjoy doing it so greatly. They laughed sadistically as they squirted their silver seed into her eyes and her hair.
Of course Jacqueline also encountered men who liked her for her tightest orifice, her asshole. She always found ass fucking extremely painful and though she had been subjected to it many times she had never liked it once. She was too tight down there and the pain always made her cry. The men who fucked her in the ass didn't seem to care if she liked it or not. There were even some who seemed to enjoy the fact that they were hurting her.
Jacqueline was even fixed up by her aunt with female customers. Jacqueline learned the joys of lesbian sex. She learned that women could be tender and loving in bed.
Women ate pussy much better than men, Jacqueline figured. It was no contest. It was simply a matter of a woman knowing what another woman wants. Men could never know as well how to pleasure a woman.
Jacqueline enjoyed sleeping with women, but she still preferred men. There was something about getting fucked fast and hard that couldn't be beat. She hoped that one day her asshole would stretch far enough for her to be able to take a cock there comfortably. Jacqueline figured it would make her a more complete lover if she could get off on being buggered.
By the time Jacqueline turned eighteen years old she was a quite experienced lover. She was running out of things she had never done.
During the two years she had been entertaining the men and the lesbians of Paris, Aunt Michele had put only one restriction on Jacqueline's activities.
Aunt Michele made it clear to each and every one of Jacqueline's lovers that she was not to be whipped. Aunt Michele wanted to keep that milky white skin pure and without scars.
But this rule would soon change. Jacqueline had not expected her life to be interrupted on that Friday afternoon when Aunt Michele called her down into the den.
When Jacqueline walked into that room she was surprised to find that Aunt Michele was not alone. She was with a distinguished man. Men were always sent to her bedroom. She sensed right away that there was something different about this gentleman.
"Jacqueline, this is Anthony Siclari," Aunt Michele said.
"Very pleased to meet you, sir," Jacqueline said with a curtsey.
"You are every bit as beautiful as your aunt told me," Anthony said.
Jacqueline could tell by his accent that he was Italian.
"Are you to come upstairs with me?" Jacqueline asked hopefully. She thought that this foreigner was a hunk and a half. There was some cruelty around the man's mouth, but his eyes burned into her and seemed to drain her willpower right out of her. She could tell that she would want to do whatever the man pleased the second they were alone together.
"No, no, no," Anthony said. "You are coming with me."
The man was tall with thick curly black hair. His skin was dark.
"Where are we going, sir?" Jacqueline asked in a tiny voice.
"I have sold you, Jacqueline. You belong to Mr. Siclari now," Aunt Michele said.
"Sold? But. . .but. . . " The words stuck in her throat.
"Yes, you are his property and you must obey his every whim."
"Not obeying me could mean death," Anthony Siclari added.
"This is the way it must be, Aunt Michele?" Jacqueline said.
"I'm afraid so, dear. You need not pack anything," Aunt Michele said.
"You mean I have to leave right this very instant?" Jacqueline said.
"Yes, dear. We won't be seeing each other any more," Aunt Michele said.
Aunt Michele gave her frightened niece a cool kiss on the cheek and left the room. The little blonde was alone with the man who was to be her master.
"Good bye," Jacqueline said. Her voice was so tiny that Aunt Michele did not hear her. Jacqueline turned to face her new master. There were tears in her baby blue eyes. She was confused. Things were happening so rapidly.
"Do you know who I am?" Anthony Siclari asked the little girl.
"You are a rich man from Italy," Jacqueline offered quietly.
"That's true. But do you know what I do for a living?" he asked.
"I'm afraid not, sir. Please forgive me. I am but an ignorant teenager."
"That's okay. I am a famous rock and roll singer. I suppose your aunt did not allow you to listen to that sort of music," Anthony said.
"No, sir."
"I think you are very precious. I might even fall in love with you someday, but I was telling the truth when I said you must obey me at all times. And I was telling the truth when I said that disobeying me could mean death. Please, my precious don't cross me."
"I will obey you at all times. I have been trained to obey."
"Jacqueline, I would like you to remove your panties," Anthony said.
"Are you going to take me now, sir?" Jacqueline inquired.
"Please do not speak out of turn. Do as I say," Anthony replied.
Jacqueline removed her panties over her bare legs. Anthony got to see a brief glimpse as she removed her underwear, until her modesty was returned by the falling hem of her pretty dress.
"Hand them to me," Anthony said.
Jacqueline did as she was told. She handed the panties to him and he quickly pulled them to his face. He sniffed at them loudly, drawing their scent deep into his sinuses. He closed his eyes and looked as if he were about to swoon.
He then tossed them aside and informed the little girl that she would not be wearing undergarments any longer.
"I want to be able to get at you from either the front or the rear with maximum ease," Anthony exclaimed.
He told the diminutive blonde that she must never, under any circumstances, hold her knees closely together.
Crossing her legs, he added, was also strictly taboo. She would be punished if she was caught with her legs closed.
"I want your open thighs to be a constant reminder of your sole purpose to pleasure my manly tool!' He told the pretty little blonde that she was to be quiet and respectful at all times though he suspected that such manners were already a part of her intrinsic nature.
"You should speak only when you are spoken to unless there is something extremely important for you to say," Anthony said.
He told her that she was expected to be unadulteratedly subservient. She was to be his slave in every sense of the word. Sexual or otherwise.
"Not only will you be my sex slave, Jacqueline," Anthony said. "But you will serve as one of my maids as well. I want you to understand that."
"Yes, sir," Jacqueline said with her head slightly bowed. Her hands were folded before her demurely. She was consciously parting her thighs. She wondered if she would ever get to the point where she could always keep her thighs parted without concentrating on it. She doubted it.
"Do you have any questions?"
"Yes, sir."
"Speak up."
"Will I be whipped, sir?"
"Yes, you will. On a regular basis, both with the crop and the cat o' nine tails," Anthony said. "Your aunt told me that you were never whipped while under her employ. I like that. I want to be the one to introduce that pleasure to you."
"Please, sir?"
"Oh yes, Jacqueline, you are going to learn to love being whipped by me," the handsome Italian said. He sounded so sure of himself that Jacqueline almost believed him. There was a sweetness in her fear that confused her. Part of her liked the idea of being abused and humiliated as never before by one sex master.
Jacqueline feared that she would fall in love with Anthony. Once he became the sole focus of her attention he was bound to become the sole focus of her adoration as well.
"You are going to be humiliated and degraded until you lose all ego. You will live only to serve. You will give no thought whatsoever to the pains and pleasures you receive. You will think only of my enjoyment," Anthony said.
"Where are you going to take me, sir?" Jacqueline inquired. She feared that he would get angry at her for asking a question. She relaxed when he answered the query without a hint of ire.
"We will be going to my castle in Northern Italy. You will like it there. The scenery is beautiful especially this time of year," Anthony said. "I will not touch you until we arrive there. During out travel time you will be under the care of one of my employees. Nurse Ingrid. Nurse Ingrid will prepare you in several ways for your first visit to Saraniero."
With that Anthony gestured that it was time for them to leave. Jacqueline left the little Paris house forever. She climbed into the backseat of a long black limo. Anthony told her that she was to sit at all times with the back of her dress lifted, so that her bare ass cheeks were touching her seat. She was to do this whether or not Anthony was around, and regardless of who might be watching her.
The limo drove them to the Paris train station where they met Ingrid. Jacqueline was very impressed when she learned that Anthony had booked an entire car for himself. It was a luxury car with a bath and a bar and even television.
Jacqueline would have to take two trains and a bus and then another limo to get to Anthony's home. Castle Saraniero. Jacqueline spent a lot of time wondering what the place was going to look like.
On the second train the large muscular woman known as Nurse Ingrid was left alone with Jacqueline. The little girl was to be prepared then and there for her arrival at Saraniero.
Nurse Ingrid was an attractive woman in a maternal way. She was not beautiful, but she had kind eyes, and her touch was sensuous.
Nurse Ingrid told Jacqueline to get completely undressed. Jacqueline did as she was told as Ingrid drew a bathtub full of steamy water.
Nurse Ingrid told Jacqueline to get into the tub. The little blonde had to do this slowly because the water was very hot. She couldn't help but notice that the water felt hotter
Nurse Ingrid washed the girl slowly and thoroughly. She used plenty of soap and a soft washcloth.
The large woman sensuously soaped up the little girl's pert tits. She palmed them and squeezed them tenderly.
"You must be very horny, no?" Nurse Ingrid asked the little girl in the tub. She pinched her nipples.
"Oooooooh, yes! I am very horny. I have been thinking about sex ever since we got on this train," Jacqueline said.
"You have been thinking about sex ever since you first laid eyes on Mr. Siclari," Ingrid exclaimed.
"You know everything," Jacqueline said to the large woman. "I guess you must be able to read minds."
"I know that you wouldn't mind if I took longer than necessary to wash your pussy," Nurse Ingrid said.
"You can take as long as you want to wash my pussy," Jacqueline said. She found that she was breathing hard. Nurse Ingrid soaped up the insides of the little girl's thighs. She soaped up the edges of her cunt.
Nurse Ingrid couldn't help but notice that the little girl did not have very much pubic hair at all.
Jacqueline was almost completely bald in between her shapely gams. This made the towhead look very young.
Jacqueline had two twin curls of blonde hair growing above and to the sides of her swollen clitoral foreskin.
The downy blonde hair covered less than a third of her mound. Jacqueline thought it grew rather in the shape of a heart.
There was no hair at all growing along the sides of her pink vulva and she was equally bald around her anus.
The hair that did grow above her slit was just as light as the hair that grew from her pink scalp.
Those pubies, which were straight rather than curly, were so downy that they were practically invisible.
Nurse Ingrid began to soap up and down the little girl's pussy slash. Jacqueline trembled with her pleasure.
The teenager could feel her breaths getting shorter and closer together. Nurse Ingrid penetrated her pussy.
The older woman pushed her middle finger up inside Jacqueline's cunt as deeply as she possibly could.
Jacqueline instinctively used the muscles inside her talented honey pot to squeeze at the woman's digit.
Nurse Ingrid wiggled the finger around in a small circle and then moved it in and out a little bit.
Nurse Ingrid pulled her finger all the way out of Jacqueline's cooze and pressed directly against her clitoris.
The older woman had no trouble finding the little girl's love button because the clit was very swollen.
Nurse Ingrid rolled the clit in a circle and then flicked her finger back and forth across it quickly.
The older woman was pulling the little girl's magic trigger, and it wasn't long before Jacqueline was coming.
The little blonde splashed some of the water out of the tub as she bucked her loins upward with her joy.
Ingrid diddled the little girl's clit and lowered her face to kiss Jacqueline on the mouth. Their tongues came together before their lips.
They kissed passionately. Then the girl's come ended and Ingrid pulled her fingers away from the pussy.
"Lift your ass so I can wash up and down the crack," Ingrid said and Jacqueline did as she was told.
The girl's hair was shampooed. Every nook and cranny of Jacqueline's body was washed before the bath was over.
Nurse Ingrid told Jacqueline to get out of the tub and step onto the bath mat. Ingrid dried the girl off with a large white bath towel.
"Now you must be shaved. Mr. Siclari likes his sex slaves to have completely bald pussies," Ingrid said.
"That shouldn't be too much of a problem. I don't have very much hair in the first place," Jacqueline said.
Ingrid ordered the girl to get prone on a padded massage table on her back. Jacqueline spread her legs.
Nurse Ingrid sharpened a straight razor on a leather strap. Jacqueline's tiny pubic patch was lathered.
Zip, zip, zip, the hair was shaved away and Jacqueline's cunt was every bit as bald as before her tits grew.
Ingrid then painted the outer edges of Jacqueline's inner cunt lips with rouge. She made those lips very red. Jacqueline's nipples were also rouged.
Ingrid then got a spray bottle of expensive perfume. She warned Jacqueline that it was going to sting, and then sprayed the perfume right onto the mucous membranes of the little girl's cunt. It hurt like hell, and Jacqueline bucked around wildly oh the padded table until the stinging subsided.
"You will be at Saraniero this afternoon, Jacqueline. We have to make up your face, do your hair and get you dressed," Ingrid said.
Ingrid painted Jacqueline's lips and fingernails a blood red color. A dark blue eye shadow was put on the little girl's lids. The blonde lashes were lengthened and thickened with mascara. The eyebrows were plucked and then penciled, so that they were femininely angular.
Ingrid set Jacqueline's long blonde hair tightly, high on top of her head. Jacqueline was still naked, but she was already starting to feel glamorous.
"You must wear two corsets, Jacqueline, one over the other. They will be very tight and at first you will hardly be able to stand them. They are made of black leather and they will accentuate your figure. Here is one, notice that it is designed to leave your ass, cunt and tits exposed," Ingrid said.
"You mean THAT is supposed to fit around ME?" Jacqueline asked.
"Of course, dear. Now take a deep breath," Nurse Ingrid said.
Nurse Ingrid stood at Jacqueline's rear and wrapped the leather corset around from the front. Ingrid had to grunt as she tugged to tie the laces in the back. Jacqueline had trouble breathing and she knew she was going to continue having trouble breathing as long as that corset was on. It was something that she was just going to have to get used to.
Nurse Ingrid put a black lacy garter belt around Jacqueline's hips. There were half-cups at the top of the first corset to prop Jacqueline's perky tits up even higher on her chest than they rested anyway.
The second corset was put on over the first and was also tied as tightly as Nurse Ingrid could get it. The girl lifted her feet one at a time so that Ingrid could slip black fishnet stockings onto her shapely gams. The stockings had black seams up the back and were attached at the thigh to her garter belt.
Jacqueline was given black high heeled sandals to put on her feet. Her toenails had been painted to match her fingernails. Jacqueline then watched as Ingrid produced a black evening gown.
"You will be wearing a skimpier little something most of the time at Saraniero, Jacqueline, but, in honor of your arrival, I have been ordered to turn you into a lady," Ingrid said.
The evening gown fit Jacqueline tightly. It was cut low in the front to reveal a plentiful portion of the cleavage between her tits. The gown was slit up the side so that Jacqueline would flash her legs each time she took a step on those high heels. Perfume was put on
Jacqueline's cleavage and between her ears. She was then given a string of pearls for around her neck. The pearls fell down between her tits.
The blackness of the evening gown was in great contrast to the whiteness of pretty Jacqueline's skin.
It seemed like forever until the train arrived at the station. Then there was the ride in the smelly bus.
She did not see Anthony again until she got into the limo with him only a few miles away from his castle.
"Ah, you are beautiful, my dear," Anthony said. He kissed her hand. She could feel her heart pounding.
Jacqueline could feel the blood of her mounting passion pumping into her pussy. She was lubricating herself.
Anthony was sitting so close to her in the back of that limo that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Her nipples were hard. They were making pebble-like bumps in the already strained front of her black evening gown. Ingrid was taking another method of transportation to Saraniero. Anthony and Jacqueline rode alone, and silently, in the back of the limo.
Then the limo turned a corner on the lonely Italian rode and Jacqueline saw her new home off in the distance on top of a hill. It was bigger than she had expected. In fact, it was the biggest thing she had ever seen in her entire life.
There was even a moat and a drawbridge and several tall bell towers. Jacqueline could tell just by looking at that castle that it probably had a dungeon. She figured that she probably wouldn't have to wait too long at all to find out where Anthony Siclari kept his torture chamber.
Jacqueline had to concentrate on keeping her mouth closed as she entered the huge building. She wondered how much the place cost to heat.
The castle looked a lot more modern inside than it did outside. She could tell that Anthony had put a lot of money into refurbishing the castle.
He held her hand and led her up a carpeted spiraling staircase. He told her that they were going to the bedroom.
Jacqueline was pleased to hear that. She envisioned something romantic and nice. Anthony shut the bedroom door behind them. The bedroom was very plush.
The bed was huge and came with four bedposts. The bed was perfectly suited for bondage because of those bedposts. Anthony poured two glasses of wine.
He handed one to Jacqueline and kept one himself. He offered a toast to a sex master and his slave and they touched their glasses together.
When the little girl was done with her glass of wine the man ordered her to turn her back to him. She did this. He unzipped the back of her gown.
The zipper went from a place directly in between her shoulder blades to a spot just below the top of the crack of her ass. Her pussy was soaking wet.
He peeled the gown over her shoulders and down past her tits. He told her to remove it herself the rest of the way, and Anthony enjoyed the sexy way she wiggled her white ass from side to side as she did this.
"Exquisite," he said.
"Thank you, sir."
"You are to be bound and whipped," he said. "Please get on your belly on the bed. I want you to stretch your arms up over your head. I want you to separate your thighs as far as you can get them."
"Yes, sir."
Anthony fetched four pieces of long silk to bind the girl with. Jacqueline was pleased to find that it was easier to breathe inside those corsets than before.
Anthony grabbed the little girl's left wrist and tugged her arm so hard that she thought he was going to break it. She feared that he would break her arm at either the wrist or the elbow.
She feared for a moment that he was going to yank her shoulder right out of its socket. He tugged her arm so that the elbow was locked in the straight position and her hand was very close to the bedpost at the head of the bed.
Anthony tied one of the pieces of silk around her wrist and the bedpost at the same time. He tied the knot as tightly as he could.
Anthony made it clear that he didn't give a shit how much he hurt her. He made it clear that he was enjoying her discomfort.
The silk was around her wrist so tightly that it cut off the circulation of blood to her hand. She could tell without looking that her fingertips were turning purple.
She could feel pins and needles in the tips of her digits. She tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles and found she could do this only with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
Jacqueline could tell that it wouldn't be long before she wouldn't be able to wiggle her fingers at all. The bondage would render her hand immobile.
Jacqueline realized that soon she wouldn't be able to feel anything in that feminine paw. The bondage would also render it completely numb.
Since the head of the bed was pushed flush against the wall, Anthony was forced to circle all the way around the foot of the bed to get to the other side so he could repeat the process with the other arm.
She winced and cried out as he once again hurt her arm from tugging it so hard. Pretty soon she couldn't feel any more in her right hand than she could in her left.
Both hands were motionless and purple. He then moved to the foot of the bed, moving with an animalistic grace. The little girl could hear him panting.
He decided that her legs were not far enough apart to suit him. He grabbed both of her ankles at the same time and yanked the thighs apart. Her thighs were opened past a ninety-degree angle to an obtuse angle.
Naturally, her knees were locked in the straight position as both of the little girl's trim ankles were tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.
She was tied spread-eagled so that she could not move a muscle. The only part of her body that was mobile was her head. She could lift her head from the bedspread a little bit. She could turn her face from side to side a bit also, but this took a great deal of energy. It took so much energy, as a matter-of-fact, that it hardly seemed worth it.
"Now for the whip," Anthony said.
The little girl realized that she was about to experience the worst pain of her life. She was determined not to call out. She wanted to grit her teeth and take the whipping without protest.
"I have chosen a riding crop for the first whipping of your buttocks," Anthony said. "It is a horse whip used at the racetrack. I think it will leave very red welts on your white skin. Watching those welts raise on your smooth ass is going to be a beautiful thing indeed. It's a shame that you will not be able to see it. You will be too busy experiencing the delicious agony!"
The riding crop was made of bamboo encased in fine black leather. Anthony held it in his right fist so tightly that his knuckles were white.
He tapped the tip of the riding crop against his slightly cupped left palm as he approached the side of the bed.
The man raised the whip high over his head and paused. He took a deep breath and then brought it down as hard as he could. Her body jerked but she made so sound.
He whipped her again and again, and Jacqueline could feel the pain burning its way through her body with each blow. She tried not to cry out, but she could hold back no longer. Her baby blue eyes welled with tears and she began to blubber like a baby.
"STOP! OH PLEASE! STOP! NO MORE! STOP FOR JUST A SECOND! LET THE PAIN SUBSIDE FOR JUST A SECOND!" she screamed.
"I will whip you for only five more minutes, and harder than before. Just five more minutes," Anthony said with a small sadistic laugh.
"NO!"
CRACK!
"AAARRGGHH!" she screamed in pain. Tears were streaming down her face. She could feel the welts rising in stripes across her ass cheeks.
The handsome man was careful never to strike the girl in the same place twice. He would have considered this a waste of time as he did not want to whip the girl where her nerve-endings had already been numbed by the abuse. He whipped the backs of her thighs, right through her stockings. He even brought the whip down a couple of times at the skin at the backs of her knees.
He decided it was time to give himself pleasure. He was tired of the whip.
He could tell that the worst of her pain was over anyway. He tossed the crop aside.
"Now you are to be buggered," he said. His hands went for his belt. He stood at the head of the bed where she could see him.
He whipped out his prick.
She thought she would faint.
It was incredibly large.
The biggest she had ever seen!
CHAPTER TWO
As father time passed, Anthony Siclari went to the top drawer of his bedroom dresser. There he found a plastic jar of lubricant jelly. The jar had a metallic lid.
Jacqueline could feel a tingling in her asshole. She had never enjoyed being fucked in the ass. She had always found it much too painful.
Considering the fact that Anthony was hung like a horse, Jacqueline figured she would be hurt more than she had ever hurt before when she was reamed.
"Please fuck my ass gently, sir. I am very tight down there," Jacqueline said. She bit her lip. She could tell by the expression on Anthony's face that she was speaking out of line.
"Why don't you just shut up! I am going to grease up your ass and my cock now. I don't want you to think for a minute that I am doing it for your sake," he said.
Jacqueline could feel her ass cheeks tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. She could feel her anus throbbing with a combination of desire and fear.
"The only reason I am going to grease your ass to make the fuck easier for ME! If you are still too tight then further measures will have to be taken," Anthony said.
Jacqueline had no idea what these "further measures" could be, but she knew she didn't like the sound of it. His cock was fully erect.
Anthony was still standing so that Jacqueline couldn't help but stare at his massive and aroused genitalia. His cock was both long and thick.
She could see that his balls were the largest she had ever seen as well. His testicles rested heavily at the base of his scrotal sack.
Jacqueline could see that Anthony's sack dangled low between his thick thighs. The tip of his prick was anxiously snapping upward toward the ceiling.
Anthony then moved to a kneeling position on the bed in between Jacqueline's forced-open thighs. He set the container of jelly on the bed.
Anthony began to lightly caress Jacqueline's reddened ass cheeks. The flesh there was hot from the whipping the flesh had just received.
Anthony kneaded Jacqueline's ass flesh with strong fingers. He was hurting her. Jacqueline was biting her lower lip. Her eyes were closed.
The pretty little blonde's face was still stained and shiny from the tracks of the tears she had spilled while Anthony used the riding crop.
Anthony turned his fingers inward toward her ass crack, pushed his elbows outward, and pressed his fingertips into her ass hard enough to make the flesh pucker.
Anthony then pulled the little girl's ass cheeks apart as far as they could go. He looked at her completely bald and pink asshole throbbing at him.
Anthony licked his lips and then smacked them obscenely as he looked at the tight little hole that was soon to be pierced by his prick.
He thought she had the cutest little nether eye he had ever seen and he couldn't wait to feel his cock pushing deep up inside her struggling bowels.
Anthony held the little girl's buttocks apart all the way with his left hand exclusively. He snapped the lid off the jelly container with his right thumbnail.
Anthony scooped some of that slippery jelly onto his first three fingertips. The black haired man slapped the cool jelly on her hot asshole.
Jacqueline could feel herself shivering. She was making tiny moaning sounds in her throat. Jacqueline had stopped struggling against her bondage.
Jacqueline had already noticed that the silk knots around her slender wrists and her trim ankles only seemed to get tighter when she struggled.
Jacqueline had struggled a great deal to release herself during the course of her whipping even though she knew very well that her efforts were in vain.
Jacqueline could feel Anthony's fingers rubbing the slippery lubricant jelly all over her anal region, his fingers coming very close to the base of her cunt.
Jacqueline could feel the jelly being massaged all around the mouth of her pink rectum. Anthony was using a slow sensuous circular motion with his fingers.
The Italian sadist then used his right middle finger his longest finger to push some of the jelly right up inside Jacqueline's asshole.
His slippery finger pushed inside the tight hole easily. He didn't stop penetrating her with his thick digit until the finger was in all the way.
By the time Anthony stopped pushing the jelly up inside her bung, the ring of muscle at the mouth of Jacqueline's rectum was gripping him at the third knuckle.
Anthony wiggled his finger around inside her ass playfully. His finger had cleared her tight tubular sphincter and had pushed well into her colon.
Jacqueline could feel her asshole gripping and tugging at his finger just as if the muscles wanted to suck that digit even deeper inside her.
Anthony worked his middle finger in and out of her anus a couple of times and then pulled his finger out of the little blonde's rear end completely.
Anthony allowed the little girl's ass cheeks to close for the time being. He was concentrating on his own dick. He scooped fresh jelly onto his fingers.
Anthony smeared that lubrication all up and down the entire length of his prick all the way from the very base to the very tip. He sighed.
It felt good touching himself and he did so sensuously. He put extra jelly on the thick purple head of his cock, especially right at the tip.
Anthony was smart enough to know that this was where the lubrication was most essential. He then pulled her buttocks open once again.
Anthony lowered himself over the little girl. He had the base of his cock in his right hand. He held her ass cheek to one side with his left.
Anthony used his right hand to guide the head of his cock into the cleavage in between the girl's buttocks. He ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack.
Jacqueline shivered and moaned each and every time she felt the head of Anthony's prick making direct contact with the mouth of her rectum.
Anthony stopped moving the head of his cock when it was poised directly on the center of her hairless pink asterisk. He moved his ass back a few inches.
When the shaft of Anthony's tool of masculinity was at the appropriate angle for deep-anal violation, Anthony tensed the muscles in his own ass.
Jacqueline concentrated on making the ring of muscle at her asshole as relaxed as possible
but this was not a very easy thing for her to do at all.
She was so frightened that it was difficult for her to relax any part of her body at all -and it was practically impossible for her to relax the muscle that was the most frightened of all.
Jacqueline was very aware of the fact that her asshole was about to be forced open further than it had ever been opened before. Of this she was positive.
She knew, for example, that even her cunt had never been fucked by a cock this large. And the head of Anthony's cock was certainly thicker than anything she had ever forced out of that hole.
She wasn't sure how much her asshole could stretch before it would tear but she had a feeling that she wasn't going to have to wait very long to find out.
"Relax," Anthony screamed.
"I'M TRYING!" Jacqueline replied.
Anthony was pushing down very hard and Jacqueline could feel her asshole starting to open. Her muscles were involuntarily battling him.
But he was too strong for her. No matter how much her anus struggled, he was going to get inside one way or the other.
CHAPTER THREE
Jacqueline's mouth slowly opened until it was gaping. She heard a popping sound and there was a sharp pain in her ass. The head of his cock pushed inside.
She could feel her asshole gripping at the base of his glans. He kept pushing. He released his grip on his cock and her ass once he began to push inside.
Her ass cheeks closed around the shaft of his cock. She could feel the cock pushing into her colon and then even deeper into the pit of her bowels.
Jacqueline wondered how long Anthony was going to be able to keep that huge cock of his hard before he ended the sodomy with the spilling of his seed.
She could feel her asshole crawling up the shaft of his cock toward the base. He was pushing very hard but his cock was not entering rapidly.
Jacqueline was breaking out in a cold sweat. Instead of turning red, as her face might do if her pussy was being fucked, she turned as pale as a ghost instead.
"You are too fucking tight," Anthony said. Jacqueline considered apologizing to him at this point but decided her best bet was to keep her mouth shut.
Anthony, on the other hand, was already thinking of what he was going to have to do to make Jacqueline's rear hole more accessible.
Anthony could feel the base of his cock getting closer and closer to her asshole. Jacqueline could feel his pubic patch pressing against the top of the crack of her ass.
The pretty little blonde French girl could feel the man's balls touching her rouged cunt lips. He took a long time but he finally managed to get his cock all the way in.
There was nothing subtle or cute about the way Anthony began to fuck the little girl's ass. He fully intended on fucking her as hard and fast as he could right from the very start.
The split second that the handsome and sadistic Italian had his cock all the way in her ass he began to pull back out. Jacqueline whined with her pain.
The little girl could feel sharp pains inside her ass. Whereas she had always felt pain when being buggered, this was agony, and she could tell that wounds were being opened within her.
Jacqueline could tell that her bowels were bleeding. She could tell that Anthony's cock would be wearing a crimson coat by the time the buggery was through.
He pulled his dick almost all the way out, plunged back inside and withdrew again. Each time he pulled out she could feel her sphincter stretching away from the rest of the cleavage between her buttocks.
There was a frightening moment or two when Jacqueline felt as if her asshole were going to come popping right out of her fanny. She couldn't even squirm with her pain.
He found that her muscles loosened a little after he had fucked her ass for a while, but not enough for him to feel comfortable. She would get him off with that tight hole.
But that would not change his mind about altering the orifice. One of the first things Anthony would have to do was stretch that sphincter.
Anthony fucked faster and faster. He looked down between their bodies and he could see the blood on the shaft of his prick. He smiled.
Anthony could see that the blood was gathering most thickly in two places. There was a ring of blood around the bottom of his glans, in between his cock head and the ring of scar tissue from his circumcision operation.
The other ring of blood which was the thicker of the two was around the very base of his dick. He was getting blood on his black pubic hair.
There was blood on the top of his scrotal sack where the sack and his cock shaft came together. Blood oozed from Jacqueline's anus down into her cunt.
Jacqueline could feel the pain becoming so intense that it delighted her. She stopped screaming in pain. She could actually feel pleasure in her ass.
Jacqueline had not expected this at all. She could feel the joy getting a little better each time the man stabbed his tube steak into her.
But the little blonde was not to get an opportunity to get off in this manner. Just when she thought her insides were going to explode, offering her a kind of orgasm she had never known before, the man abruptly ended the act.
Anthony was fucking as hard and fast as he could. Sweat was dripping from his brow onto the back of the bound blonde's neck. Perspiration dripped onto her back.
She could feel his loins and the fronts of his thick thighs hammering down again and again on her ravaged ass cheeks. Then he drove all the way into her.
He shoved all the way into her and kept his cock there. She could feel him spasming. She could tell that she was only being teased.
He took her right to the edge of ecstasy and then let her down. Jacqueline told herself that it was inappropriate for her to be disappointed.
She told herself that she was nothing but a sex slave and her own pleasure held no importance. She tried to think of nothing but the joy she gave Anthony.
But this was a difficult thing to do. Her mind had become subservient -but her body was still reacting like that of a woman who needed to get off.
He arched his back and lifted his head. His handsome facial features contorted wildly with his pleasure. Her face was still very pale.
Anthony's face was as red as an Italian sunset. He screamed with his joy and the little blonde could feel the come shooting from the tip of his dick.
Jacqueline discovered that she could use the muscles in her ass to tug his dick even deeper into her bowels. She was using her asshole to suck the come right out of him.
The man finished and pulled out of her slowly. He immediately climbed off the bed. He looked down at his bloody cock and an expression of disgust crossed his face.
He untied the silk ropes that held the little girl's wrists and ankles in place. He even massaged her hands and feet so that the circulation of blood to her fingertips and her toes would return to normal.
"I want you to lick my cock clean, Jacqueline," Anthony ordered. "You are the one who had soiled my cock so you will be the one to cleanse it."
Jacqueline nodded her obedience and knelt before the man. She could see that there were red rings from her bondage around her wrists and ankles.
Jacqueline could tell that it was going to take a couple of days before those rings faded away completely. She could see the blood of Anthony's passion pumping back out of the head and shaft of his dick.
The tip of his cock began to lower. Even when Anthony's cock became soft with his sexual appeasement it remained very close to the same size.
The shaft simply stopped being stiff so that the force of gravity once again had an effect on the tip. Jacqueline kissed his inner thighs.
She pushed her head in between his legs and tilted her face upward. She licked at his balls, first with the tip of her taster, and then with the flat part.
She then took his cock with her fingertips and began to lick the blood off. She could see that some of the blood had already browned and coagulated with exposure to the fresh air.
This was particularly true of the blood at the base of his cock shaft. Jacqueline found that she had to stiffen her tongue and make it pointy at the tip.
Jacqueline had to use her pointy tongue to flake the blood off of his dick. She had never been forced to do this before, and she was afraid that the taste would gross her out.
But this was not the case at all. As it turned out, Jacqueline loved the flavor of the blood from her own bowels, and she didn't stop licking the man's cock until he was completely clean.
"Your asshole is going to have to be enlarged," the man said.
"How will that be done, sir?" Jacqueline L'Estrange inquired.
"That will be explained to you in the morning," he said.
"Will I be sleeping here?" young Jacqueline asked hopefully.
"Hell no. You get to sleep in a cell dungeon," Anthony replied.
CHAPTER FOUR
Anthony personally led the fatigued little girl out of the bedroom and back down the spiral staircase. She remembered how glamorous she had felt when she went up those stairs.
Anthony had removed her sense of glamour very quickly. She felt her usual sluttish self as she walked back down the stairs. She was not allowed to put her evening gown back on.
Jacqueline had doubts as to whether she would ever be able to wear anything that nice again. She was forced to keep her corsets on however.
The tight leather corsets, like the fact that she was not allowed to close her legs at any time, would be a constant reminder to her of her subservient state.
Anthony placed leather bracelets around the little girl's wrists. She was also fitted with a leather collar that fit tightly around her neck.
The bracelets and the collar came with little metal hooks. Her wrists could be fastened together using those hooks either in front of her or behind her back.
Jacqueline was taken through a large doorway, and then down a set of wooden stairs. She had wondered if the castle had a torture chamber.
Now she knew she was going to get a chance to see it. At the bottom of the steps the man lit a kerosene lamp. She could see a long hallway.
The sides of the hallways were lined with tiny cages like those one might expect to find in a pound. She was put in the nearest cage.
Her wrists were fastened together in front of her, and then both wrists were fastened to the front of her collar. She was forced to hold her hands together in front of her bosom just as if she were constantly praying.
Anthony informed the beautiful blonde that she was to be kept in absolute darkness all by herself for twenty-four hours. She would be given no food.
There were no toilet facilities in her cage. Jacqueline would have nothing to do for a solid day but to ponder her pain, and her classless state.
She would have nothing to do for twenty-four hours but feel the jism and the blood dripping from her asshole, rolling down the insides of her legs.
She was not chained to a wall so she could walk around her entire cage, which only involved two or three steps in either direction.
Jacqueline would also be able to get prone if she wanted to which would make it much easier for her to get some sleep when her fatigue became too much.
All of the numbness had worn off of the cheeks of her ass by this time and she was fully aware for the first time of just how badly her ass had been ravaged by the sadistic Italian's bamboo and leather horse whip.
Jacqueline felt as if a week passed while she was alone in the cell. She had no concept of time. She tried to sleep, but she never really did.
A couple of times she drowsed and her stream-of-consciousness became dream-like but she was never unconscious deeply enough to forget where she was and why she was there.
It was exactly twenty-four hours later that Anthony returned to her. She needed bathing and Anthony ordered Ingrid to bathe her before he dealt with her.
When Jacqueline was clean she returned upstairs to Anthony. This time he received her in his den. He asked her to sit down in a straight backed chair.
He sat in an easy chair behind a large desk. In front of him were several, seven to be exact, dildos. She could see that they were ivory.
Each dildo had three small chains coming out of the base, and these chains were attached to a leather belt. She could see that the dildos were different sizes.
They ranged from very skinny to very thick, although they were all the same length -about eight inches. Jacqueline looked at those ivory fake cocks and she wondered what they were for.
"Jacqueline, I explained to you earlier that your asshole would have to be stretched so that I can fuck you there with greater ease," Anthony said.
"Yes, sir," she said. She sat with her legs parted, of course. She still had to concentrate on not crossing her legs. She wondered how much time the man spent thinking up new ways to hurt her.
"As you can see, these dildos are of different sizes. Right now I am going to shove the smallest one up your asshole. The dildo will be strapped into place to hold it there."
"Yes, sir."
"As you can see the dildos are all flared at their bases, to keep your sphincter open. If they were not they might slip all the way inside allowing the asshole to close, and that would defeat the purpose," he said.
"I see," she replied.
"Each day you will have a larger dildo put up your ass. I should think that after a week, after you have held the largest one, your asshole will be more easily fucked," he said.
"Ingenious," she said.
"I'm glad you think that, Jacqueline. Now come here and bend over so I can slip the first dildo up your sweet fanny," Anthony said.
She did as she was told. She approached him, turned her back to him, and then bent forward at the waist. She placed her hands on her knees.
Her fingers were spread apart. She could feel the man's bold hand prying her ass cheeks apart. The first ivory dildo was inserted deep into her bowels.
The flared base of the dildo held her anus open. The three little chains ran along both sides of her loins and in between her ass cheeks, all leading up to the belt around her middle.
Her garter belt and her stockings were removed before the dildo was inserted, but she was ordered to leave her corsets on. She wondered if she would always have to wear the corsets.
The corsets had been removed when Ingrid bathed Jacqueline, but they had been put on immediately afterward and they felt just as tight and stifling as ever.
And so each day the little girl was forced to wear a larger dildo than before. She had to ask Anthony permission to move her bowels.
The dildo was removed only temporarily and then was reinserted once she was through. She wore a sexy little maid's outfit as she went though her daily chores.
She was given her own room upstairs with a real bed. She was chained at night but she no longer had to go down into the dungeon in the dark.
Her collar was chained to one of the bedposts of her bed each evening and she was supplied with a bedpan, which she had to clean out herself each morning when she woke up and her bondage was released.
After the week was through and her asshole had been painfully but successfully stretched, Anthony decided that it was time to take another crack at her fanny.
"Today I am going to fuck you in the ass again. If you are accessible enough to please me you will not have to wear the sphincter expanders any longer," he said.
"Oh thank you, sir!" Jacqueline said enthusiastically.
"But, I think, before I fuck your ass, I am going to purge your bowels. A nice hot enema will help loosen you further," Anthony said.
Jacqueline was not quite sure what the man was talking about. She was stripped naked with the exception of her corsets. Anthony took her by the hand and led her into the upstairs bathroom which was, of course, very large and very plush.
"I am going to fill an enema bag, a big one, all the way to the brim with hot soapy water. This water is then going to be pushed up inside your ass," he said.
"It sounds like it will feel good," Jacqueline said.
"It will at first."
"But then?"
"I am going to pump so much water into your ass that you will feel as if you have to shit worse than you have ever had to shit before."
"Oh my."
"Yes, I am going to pump many quarts of water into you. I am going to make you feel like you wanna shit.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jacqueline was ordered to step into the bathtub, which had been painted gold. Anthony told her to stand so that she was facing the shower nozzle.
Anthony went to the other side of the room where he fetched the enema bag from a cabinet. The little girl had to look back over her shoulder to see what he was doing.
Anthony told the little girl to stand in the bathtub with her feet apart as far as she could get them. She parted her feet until her anklebones touched the sides of the tub.
Anthony told Jacqueline to keep her knees straight and to bend forward at the waist sharply. She could either put her hands on her knees or she could hold them out straight in front of her, placing her palms on the tiled wall.
Anthony took the enema bag to the sink, which was very close to the bathtub. It was easier for Jacqueline to see what her sex master was doing after he moved to the sink.
Jacqueline could see that the enema bag was big enough to hold many quarts of water. She figured that bag held a hell of a lot more than her bowels could ever hold. She wondered if she were once again underestimating herself.
Jacqueline could see that the enema bag was made of black rubber. She thought that it resembled a large hot water bottle but there was one exception. There was a long hose dangling from the base of the bag.
Jacqueline could see that there was a clamp on that dangling rubber hose. The little blonde teenager correctly assumed that the clamp was there to keep any of the water from flowing out prematurely.
Jacqueline looked down at the very end of the hose and she could see that there was a plastic nozzle there. The nozzle was long enough to justify being called a syringe.
Jacqueline could see that the enema syringe was easily long enough to fit up into her colon. She could see that the nozzle was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base.
Jacqueline figured out that the thick tip would lock inside her colon after her sphincter gripped at the skinnier base. The little girl could tell that it would take a sharp tug to get that nozzle out of her asshole once it was deeply inserted.
"Your first instinct, Jacqueline, of course, will be to shit the water right back out. That would be a mistake. I will punish you severely if you release any of the water before I tell you it is okay," Anthony said.
"Ar e you really going to fill the bag all the way to the brim, sir?" Jacqueline asked. Her voice was filled with nervousness. Her knees were shaking. Her legs felt like they didn't want to support the weight of her body for very much longer. The muscles in her legs felt as if they were turning into jelly.
"Oh yes. You must fill your bowels until they are ready to burst or else it doesn't count. I don't even what to tell you what I will do to you if you fail. The truth of the matter is that it makes me a little sick to my stomach just to think about it."
Jacqueline could feel a cold chill of unadulterated terror running up and down her spine as she heard her sex master slowly and sternly speak those words. Her tummy wasn't feeling so good either by that point.
Jacqueline's tummy felt as if it were filled with a zillion butterflies all fluttering around one another, in a chaotic escape attempt. Her pussy on the other hand felt as if a thousand hornets were buzzing around inside it all preparing to sting simultaneously.
Jacqueline had not gotten fucked since she left Aunt Michele's. That had been ten days before. It had been years since little Jacqueline's pussy had gone ten days without a deep, hard fucking.
Jacqueline's cunt seemed to always be wet and swollen during these days. The thought of receiving her cruel enema only enhanced her sexual arousal rather than stifling it as one might have expected.
Jacqueline's clitoris was swollen and bulging out from under its foreskin. Her inner cunt lips were opening and closing. Her natural lubrication was pooling at the very base of her super-ripe fig. Her pomegranate needed to be plowed by her master's prick yet she knew she could not ask him for that. She would never dare.
Jacqueline watched as her sex master filled the enema bag all the way to the top with water. The rubber stretched taut. He could not have fit another drop of water into that bag without making it overflow.
Jacqueline watched as he lifted the bag out of the sink. She could see his muscles straining, and she could tell how heavy it was. He attached the bag to the pole that held the plastic shower curtain.
The welts on Jacqueline's ass cheeks had turned black.
He then dug the fingertips on his right hand into the crack of her ass. She could feel his middle finger touching the mouth of her rectum. The handsome man could feel her bung throbbing against the sensitized tip of her digit.
He pushed his fingertips right up into the flesh and cruelly yanked her buttocks apart as far as they would go. He grabbed the base of the enema nozzle in his left hand.
The man ran the tip of the plastic syringe up and down the crack of her ass. Just as he had before he buggered her, she whimpered almost pathetically with a combination of fear and arousal every time direct contact was made with her fanny's tight orifice.
Then he stopped the blunt tip of the nozzle right on her asshole. There were four holes in the tip of that syringe to let the soapy water pass through, into the little girl's asshole, and then deep into her bowels.
Before Jacqueline could completely mentally prepare herself, the Italian sadist snapped his wrist. He drove the entire length of the nozzle into her at once. She let out a gasp like all of the wind had been knocked from her lungs.
Jacqueline could feel the tip of the plastic syringe pushing into her colon. She could feel her asshole gripping at the base of the nozzle. Everything was in order. The man gave the hose a small tug just to make sure the nozzle had been inserted correctly and he was satisfied with the results of his experiment.
It was very, very hard for Jacqueline to keep her asshole clamped tight like that after wearing the dildos for seven days and nights. But she managed to do it.
She realized that she was going to have to keep her asshole tensed while relaxing the muscles astride her colon and bowels simultaneously. It was a seemingly impossible task. It was going to take all of her courage.
It was going to take all of Jacqueline's willpower. She was going to have to concentrate her attention exclusively on holding those many quarts of water inside her butt.
Anthony wasted no time removing the clamp from the hose. The water began to flow into her bung. Just as he had said, she felt like shitting the water back out right away. She clamped her back teeth together tightly.
She made the muscles at the sides of her face protrude. The man could feel his cock getting very hard. His balls were swelling rapidly. The man could tell that he was going to have a full-fledged erection by the time he was through playing these water sports.
She could feel her belly bloating outward. She looked down and her abdomen was puffing out. It was a horrible thing to see and she clamped her eyes shut once again. She could feel the cramps tearing through her. She was glad that she was all ready bent over at the middle because the cramps would have only forced her into that position anyway.
It seemed to take forever for the bag to empty. There was a long period when the pain was so awful that Jacqueline would have preferred death. She really did feel like she was going to explode at any second.
The man watched with a cruel smile on his face as the bag emptied. He did not make her wait any longer after she had taken all of the water. All of the muscles in her body were tensed so tightly that they were threatening to snap. She was shaking violently.
He pulled the plug out of her bung just as quickly as he had originally inserted it. He told her it was okay for her to release the water. Jacqueline couldn't believe she had survived the ordeal. She relaxed her asshole and clamped down on all of the muscles astride her colon. Her asshole blustered painfully and Jacqueline made the loudest farting noise she had ever heard. She shot her stained water into the tub and collapsed. She rolled around in her own smelly water. She didn't care. Her fingers found her clit and she diddled herself to orgasm. The entire room began to reek of the scent of her inner bowels.
Anthony closed the shower curtain and turned on the shower. The water was cold. The girl snapped to alertness and her clitoral orgasm ended abruptly. He told her to clean herself and the tub. She managed to get to her feet. Her legs still felt wobbly.
She washed quickly. It is hard to dawdle in a cold shower. She used a sponge to wash the tub. She had sprayed the wall behind her with her enema water. That initial blast had been of great force!! !
She turned off the shower herself when she was done. Her hair was wet and undone. Her body was covered with gooseflesh. She was still wearing her corsets. The man dried her off, being unnecessarily rough with her sore ass cheeks. Jacqueline could tell that the man's cock was going to be able to fit into her asshole a lot easier than it had the first time.
When she was dry he returned her to the bedroom. He greased her asshole and his cock. He found that he could slip two long fingers inside her asshole at the same time with no problem. The little girl did not indicate that this caused her pain at all. In fact, she moaned with pleasure when he twisted those twin digits around inside her bung and fucked in and out with him. She could feel a roaring furnace of desire inside her ass unlike anything she had ever known before. She had a sneaking suspicion that the man was about to make her come in a way she had never come before. He was going to give her a sexual release with this buggery that would have nothing to do with her clit. He was going to give her a feminine climax with this reaming that would not pertain to her inner pussy. He was going to make her come inside her ass and she knew it.
"I want you to get on your back, Jacqueline," Anthony said.
"But I thought you were going to take me in the rear."
"I am but I want to look into your eyes as we do it."
"But how is that possible?" Jacqueline said. Her anal experiences had always been on her hands and knees or on her belly being taken from the rear in the fashion of the lower animals.
"Just lift your legs over my shoulders. Roll back onto the small of your back. Let me get you a pillow for your head so you can be more comfortable," Anthony said. The girl did as she was told. She lifted her legs high in the air. Her shoulders pressed against the bed. She shifted the weight of her lovely lower body from the cheeks of her ass to the small of her back. She draped her legs over his strong shoulders. He was naked. His cock was pointing at her cunt and then her ass as she rolled into position. He reached down and tugged her ass open. He guided his cock head into the cleavage between her buns.
The handsome man moved the slippery head of his lubricated cock head directly to her asshole and began to push. She was moaning with pleasure.
"I want you inside me so badly," she said. All the time she held those dildos in her ass she wished that it was Anthony's cock up her butt. She had forgotten all about how much he had hurt her the first time he took her rear. She knew that there would be no blood this time. There would be no pain. There would be nothing but raw anal pleasure and Jacqueline could not wait."
He pushed inside her, stretching her taut but not hurting her, as her sphincter was so exhausted that it was unable to battle the violation even involuntarily.
He pushed his cock all the way up inside her. She could feel his pubic patch on her cunt. He lowered his mouth to her breasts. She could feel his tongue on her right nipple. She could feel the itch of desire in her butt being scratched by his pulsating pole.
He fucked slowly, probing and exploring the pit of her womanhood. He pushed in as deep as he could go again and again until the little blonde could feel her colon becoming spastic. She could feel her bowels convulsing. The spasms in her sphincter muscle were enveloping her entire nervous-system with joyous anal sensation.
"I'M COMING INSIDE MY ASS!" Jacqueline screamed.
CHAPTER SIX
It was several months later and Anthony was wearing a black leather mask that fit tightly over his head, form-fitting, snug at his thick neck.
There were holes cut in the mask only for his eyes and his mouth. His nose was covered and slightly flattened by the spooky ebony latex.
The look of the naked sadist wearing only his mask gave Jacqueline the creeps. She could tell that this torture session was going to be particularly rough on her.
She was right about that. Anthony and Jacqueline were in the torture chamber at the far end of the hallways of cages in the bowels of the castle.
In the center of the torture chamber was a large wooden table with steel cuffs at the corners so Jacqueline could be chained either on her belly or her back.
"Today, my slave, you will have the honor of being my toilet," Anthony said, flashing his white teeth through his black rubber mask.
"Pardon me, sir?"
"My bladder is full."
"You want me to drink your urine?"
"And why not?"
"No reason, sir."
"You certainly don't think you are worthy of more respect than a toilet."
"No, sir."
"I should hope not. You will kneel before me."
"Yes, sir."
"Open up wide. I have to take a wicked piss and I want you to drink down every drop!" Anthony said. There was rock and roll music being pumped into the torture chamber. It sounded loud and noisy to Jacqueline. She figured that they were probably listening to a recording of Anthony Siclari himself yet she did not have the courage to ask him. He did not volunteer the information either.
Jacqueline tilted back her head and dropped her jaw as low as she could get it. She pressed her tongue against the bottom of her mouth, over her salivary gland, so it would not get in the way.
Jacqueline could feel an ache in her jaw. She was not afraid of the flavor of his urine. She was greatly looking forward to finding out what her masked sex master's piss tasted like.
After months of punishments and discipline, the little girl had been trained into the perfect sex slave. She rarely thought of herself and whenever Anthony hurt her, which was frequently, she thought only of the sadistic pleasure it gave him. She knew that he not only caused her tears, but he relished them.
The handsome man in the mask had no trouble at all opening up the floodgates. He held the base of his dick with the fingertips on his right hand.
The masked sadist missed the little girl's mouth on purpose at first and sprinkled his piss all over her face. She closed her eyes tightly so they would not get burned.
The Italian millionaire then redirected the aim of his golden showers to her mouth. The stream of fluid went right down her mouth. The pee burned the little girl's tongue and throat.
It didn't taste very good at all, but she didn't mind. The man had still never fucked her in the cunt, but he had made use of her mouth and her throat. He was pleased to discover that she already knew how to offer her throat adequately to a man's cock. She did not have to be trained as had been the case with her ability to take Anthony's rod up her poop-chute
When he was through he jiggled his dick and the last few droplets sprinkled down into the little girl's waiting mouth. She tenderly licked the last bead of piss from the tip of his cock. The second the man's bladder was empty, his cock began to grow. "How did you like that?" Anthony asked Jacqueline.
"It was an honor to drink your urine, sir," she said.
"Good attitude. Now get up on the torture table," he said.
"Shall I get on my back or my belly, sir?" she asked.
"I want you on your back. I have several presents for you."
"Master! How sweet of you," Jacqueline said eagerly.
"I want you to know how much I am in love with you," he said but his voice was as humorless and cold as ever.
Still those words went whirling around in Jacqueline's head wildly. She couldn't believe that she had heard him correctly. She got on her back on the torture table.
Anthony quickly administered the steel cuffs to her wrists and ankles so that the diminutive towhead was stringently quartered on top of that wooden slab.
"The first present I have for you is a piece of jewelry, a gold ring, in fact," Anthony said. He went to the far end of the chamber. There he picked up a golden needle, some rubbing alcohol, a ball of cotton and a gold ring.
"Where shall I wear this ring, sir?" Jacqueline inquired.
"You will wear it through your nipple," he replied.
"But how will you get it through my nipple?" she asked.
He could see that she had her eyes on that golden needle.
"Of course, slave, you will have to be pierced," he said.
The man soaked the cotton ball with alcohol and put the ball on her right nipple which he had chosen as the one to be pierced.
It stung horribly and she struggled to writhe but her bondage was so tight that she could not even do this.
He then sterilized the needle with a lit match. He pinched her nipple with his left forefinger and thumb. He then tugged the nipple. He pulled until the skin all around the feminine erection was stretched taut.
He ran the tip of the needle all around the nipple as if he were searching for the appropriate place to break the skin. He found his mark.
She screamed in agony as he pushed the needle into her nipple. He pushed slowly so that her extreme discomfort would last for a long time.
Naturally he didn't stop pushing until the needle was all the way through the nipple. There wasn't very much blood at all. Just a droplet or two of scarlet oozed from the two wounds he had opened, the entrance wound and the exit wound.
He worked the needle back and forth through that hole for what seemed like a very long time. He did not want the hole to close up on him the second he pulled the needle all the way out.
He cleansed the nipple with more alcohol and again she screamed. He then pushed the golden ring through the nipple and locked it shut.
He smiled.
"Very pretty," he said.
"Thank you, sir," Jacqueline sniffled through her tears.
"Now you are going to receive a much bigger gift," the man said.
"What more could I ask for?" Jacqueline said, forcing a smile.
"I am going to fuck your cunt now, slave," the man replied.
This was the best news she had ever heard. She could feel those hornets in her cunt again. At night she was always bound so that she could not get at her pussy with her fingers. The only orgasm she had experienced since getting to Saraniero had been the one in her ass and the clitoral release she had given herself after releasing her enema water. Other than that the pleasure had been all Anthony's.
She could feel her pussy ready to burst with desire. The man mounted her. He wouldn't have to use any jelly. Her inner cunt lips and her nipples had been freshly rouged.
He climbed on top of her right there on the torture table. For a moment the full weight of his upper torso was on her chest. Her tits were pressed flat and he was making it very difficult for her to breathe. He was pressing his loins down against hers as well. She could feel the entire length of his cock pinned between their bellies. This was the biggest dick she had ever been fucked with and she knew that the tip of his dong was going to touch places where she had never been touched before when he plowed hard into her boiling honey pot. He placed the palms of his hands flat on the table on either side of Jacqueline's extraordinarily pretty head. He had his fingers spread apart. He had his legs kicked out behind him. His knees were straight. His knees and his ankles were close together. He pressed down with the palms of his hands and lifted his chest from hers so that only her nipples were touching him. This enabled the little girl to breathe normally office again and she promptly went about the task of catching her breath. This was not easy, considering the fierceness of Jacqueline's panting.
He got up on his toes.
He lifted his loins.
The base of his cock lifted away from her bald mound. Ingrid had shaved the little girl after her last bath. She was shaved frequently because Anthony hated the feel of stubble on her mound. He liked the fact that her shaved cunt made her look a good deal younger than she actually was.
He supported the weight of his upper body with his left arm and reached back to grip his cock with his right. He guided his prick to her cunt. He rubbed her pussy lips with his piss hole. He moved his thick glans to the mouth of her fuck hole. He began to push. She moaned loudly as her pussy opened to take him. She felt the head of his cock on her cervix, and then on the back wall of her pussy. She could feel her innards stretching deliciously. He pushed all the way in and began to fuck slowly. She began to come almost immediately and she didn't stop coming until the man shot his wad against the stretched back wall of her poontang. Her pleasure was so intense during the fuck that she felt as if she were in another dimension. She felt as if she were in a place where time and space had ceased to exist. She had journeyed to a place where only sensation existed and only the intensity of sensation held any significance.
He pulled out of her and she was still moaning. Her taut muscles were jerking with post-orgasmic spasms. He told her that he was going to fuck her cunt again.
"But this time I am not going to use my cock," he said.
He crossed the torture chamber and put on a single black leather glove. He returned to the foot of the table and raised his gloved hand in front of him. He opened and closed his fingers slowly.
"I am going to fuck you with my whole fist!" he said.
He began to run his gloved fingertips up and down the insides of her thighs. She was frightened. Just as had been the case when he gave her the enema, she thought she would die if he accomplished what he said he wanted to do.
Her cunt was still swollen and soaking wet from the cock fucking it had just received. The man inserted his gloved forefinger up her cunt. He added his middle finger and then his ring finger. He put his pinky in after that, pressing his fingers tightly together.
The handsome Italian sadist withdrew his fingers and started all over again. As always, he knew that dread was an essential part of the torture.
Anthony turned his gloved palm upward toward the ceiling and pushed his middle finger up her cunt as far as it could possibly go. He kept pushing.
Jacqueline could feel the heel of the man's palm touching her clitoris. She could feel her pussy getting horny once again which surprised her.
Jacqueline was always surprising herself. Her libido never became active when she thought it was supposed to. She was always turned on by danger.
Jacqueline was always turned on by the prospect of pain. She could feel the leather-clad middle finger searching for the mouth of her womb.
Jacqueline could feel the tip of the man's longest digit finding her dimpled cervix. He pressed hard against the mouth of her womb and she cried out.
Jacqueline could feel this stimulation to her cervix causing her internal glands to secrete an extra amount of natural lubrication.
Jacqueline could feel her pussy becoming increasingly elastic as her red-hot horniness grew perhaps more elastic than it had ever been before.
Jacqueline had waited so very long for the Italian sadist to pleasure her cunt and now the black haired man was doing it in such a gross fashion.
Jacqueline could feel her breasts swelling, her nipples turning into pebbles and she began to pant so hard that she was making herself dizzy.
Jacqueline could feel the man's gloved middle finger wiggling around inside her cunt, her inner cunt lips gripping at his third knuckle.
Jacqueline could feel the man begin to pull and push his finger in and out of her juicy poontang and she had to admit that this felt quite good.
Jacqueline tried not to utter a peep during this process but she could feel a moan of pleasure bubbling up within her. She could not hold it inside.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered and with that the man decided to add his forefinger to the penetration. He pushed his first finger up inside her.
The Italian sadist had both fingers up her twat as far as they could go. He not only worked them in and out, but he twisted them in the process.
Jacqueline could feel the pressure mounting in her lower belly as Anthony did this to her. She could feel the ache in her abdomen growing.
Jacqueline could feel her juices dripping out of the base of her poontang down into the crack of her ass, faster than ever before.
Jacqueline knew that he was not going to stop stimulating her cunt until his entire hand was inside her juicy cooze and this thought no longer frightened her.
Jacqueline was excited at the prospect of having her quivering quim stretched to the limit or, perhaps even beyond the limit of her capabilities.
Jacqueline once again felt his fingers on her cervix. The man still had his gloved palm turned upward toward the ceiling and he bent his fingers at the knuckles.
Jacqueline could feel the man's bold and curious digits exploring the fleshy area at the roof of her inner pussy. She thought she had found nirvana.
Jacqueline felt the gloved fingers rubbing softly and then harder at the area in between the mouth of her womb and the base of her pubic bone.
Jacqueline had the feeling that the Italian sadist could make her come with this stimulation alone if he kept it up long enough. But he didn't.
Jacqueline felt him stop rubbing just as he found a bean shaped bump that was hypersensitive in between her cervix and her pubic bone.
Instead, Anthony added his ring finger to the penetration so that he had three fingers inside her lined up side by side tightly.
He rearranged his fingers so that their gloved tips formed the corners of a triangle and began to push them into her cunt hard and fast.
Jacqueline's face was red and her back teeth were clenched tightly together. She could feel her inner cunt lips being pushed in and pulled out.
Jacqueline was off into a dreamland of sensation as the man added his pinky to the violation, getting to the point where he had stopped and started over again before.
He clustered the tips of those four fingers tightly together so that instead of forming a triangle they formed the corners of a small square.
The black haired Italian sadist then moved his super-large feet on the floor so that one foot was behind the other. He made sure he was in perfect balance.
Anthony hollowed his palm and pressed the tip of his gloved thumb precisely against its center. He straightened his right arm very slowly.
The Italian sadist straightened his right arm until it was locked at the elbow and raised his right shoulder, Jacqueline could feel the pace quickening.
She could tell that she would not have to wait much longer to find out if her pussy could stretch far enough to take his entire hand.
He had positioned himself so that he could get the weight of his entire upper body behind the seemingly impossible penetration attempt.
The Italian sadist was standing so that he could use the strength in his thick, muscled thighs to help get his hand inside her tunnel of love.
He began to push with his upper body and Jacqueline could feel her inner cunt lips opening, stretching taut. She felt as if they had stretched as far as they could go.
And still the man did not have his hand inside. She would have to stretch further. Yes, the French maid could feel the pain of this stretching.
She not only did not mind the pain but she found that her pleasure and her pain had become all but indistinguishable inside her crazed mind.
Then she felt her pussy stretch just a little bit more and her cunt made a funny popping noise. Her inner cunt lips worked past his knuckles.
His hand was disappearing inside her. Her eyes were opened as far as they could go. One could see the whites all the way around the pupils.
Jacqueline could feel a great pressure behind her eyes as if those beautiful orbs were about to come popping right out of their bone sockets.
The whole hand pushed inside and Jacqueline could actually feel her inner cunt lips getting a chance to close a little bit around his wrist.
Jacqueline knew that she still wasn't done. His fingers were still straight and clustered closely together inside her. He had said fist.
He meant fist. She knew that she wouldn't truly know if she could handle this bizarre penetration until he had closed his fingers tightly.
Just at that moment the Italian sadist began to close his fingers. He didn't stop closing his fingers until they were curled under tightly.
He was making a fist inside her. He was clenching his fist so tightly as a matter-of-fact that his knuckles were white inside the glove.
The pain was extraordinary.
Tears streamed down her face.
Her mouth fell gaping open.
Her tongue flopped in and out.
She looked as if she were having a seizure.
The man was delighted with this torture and he could feel his afterglow wearing off. He could feel his balls starting to ache once again.
Anthony could feel the blood of his hot masculine passion returning to his groin. The Italian sadist's cock was once again starting to grow.
He began to twist his fist around inside her pussy and it was clear from the expression on Jacqueline's face that she no longer had a perception of reality.
Jacqueline was off in never-never land by this time!! ! !
The man pulled his fist all the way out of her pussy with the fingers still tightly clenched.
He paused and took a deep breath filling his lungs.
Then he punched his fist back inside. He pulled out. Punched back in. He pulled out and punched back in and he didn't stop until she lost consciousness from the acuteness of both her bliss and her agony!
