It has always been one of the most popular fetishes in American culture-and its roots go all the way back to 17th Century American South, when slaves actually developed a taste for their master's whips and ropes.
Today there are an amazing number of women who cannot experience sexual climax unless they have been stringently bound. They need to be helpless before they can orgasm.
In this volume you will be reading the stories of just a few of them.
Included here are taped interviews with real girls, transcribed and edited for your reading ease.
Each and every one of them tells of being tied and violated. And each, in their own way, found womanly fulfillment in the humiliating experience.
They have been trained to be slaves.
And their masters enjoy tying them just as much as the girls love to be bound!
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Marlene M. AGE: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
It was a crisp day in November when Marlene first entered my office. Upon first looking at her I would never have thought in a million years that she was the sort of girl who would be into bondage. She looked so innocent. Angelic. One could almost see the halo above her head. It was hard to believe that she had ever committed a sin in her life. But, as a professional, I learned a long time ago that appearances do not always tell the story.
Marlene was a petite girl.
I would say that she stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall, and she couldn't have weighed more than one-hundred pounds.
She bounced when she walked.
Her movements had a youthful enthusiasm that made her seem a great deal younger than she really was. She looked to be still in high school, and I was surprised to learn that she was already in her second year of schooling at a local university.
Her hair was golden blonde.
Marlene had the sort of hair that was so light it bleached almost white in the summer sun. The hair was straight and fell down gracefully over her shoulders.
She brushed it so it shone.
Her hair was parted straightly in the middle and fell down onto her forehead in downy bangs that came almost all the way down to her neatly plucked eyebrows.
The little girl's eyebrows and eyelashes were just as blonde as the hair that grew from her pink scalp.
She had a perfect peaches and cream complexion.
I could tell that she was one of the lucky teenagers who had made it through high school without a single complexion blemish. Her skin was so light that I could tell she burned easily in the hot summertime sunshine.
Her eyes were baby blue.
Those orbs were large and round. The color of the cloudless summer sky. They twinkled merrily whenever she was happy, yet they expressed great sorrow during the more sober portions of her tale.
Her eyes made her transparent.
I could tell that she was not a very good liar-and she later admitted to me that she was never going to make a profession out of being an actress.
Her nose was very small.
A mere button. It was turned up a little at the end. Very cute. Her nostrils were oval-shaped and I couldn't help but notice that they flared wide open whenever she was excited about something.
Her mouth was not very large either.
But her lips were full and sensuous. She had puckered pouting lips that made the little girl look as if she needed to be kissed very badly.
When she smiled I could see that her teeth were perfectly straight and pearly white. The little blonde had a slight overbite that enhanced her cuteness.
She was built on a small frame.
In spite of this Marlene's breasts were large. They were firm, ripe, and round. She wore no bra under the sweater she wore for our first interview. I could tell because her nipples became quite erect when she was describing the more erotic portions of her story.
Her breasts rested high on her chest and did not sag a fraction of an inch in spite of their size. She had no reason to wear a bra.
Nature had done all of her lifting and separating for her.
It would be many years before she would have to worry about wearing a garment to support the firm breasts.
Her waist was very slim.
Her hips were round. She was wearing a pair of super-tight dark blue jeans, that left little to the imagination. The jeans were so tight that they looked as if they had been applied with a can of dark blue spray paint.
She wore no socks.
Her hands and her feet were very dainty and feminine. On her feet she wore open-toed spike high heels. She wiggled her hips from side to. side as she entered my office.
I could tell right away that this was a female who had been secure with and in touch with her sexuality for many years. There were points during the interview when I got the impression that Marlene was flirting with me.
Her fingers were white and slim.
It was clear that Marlene was very careful about her manicure. Her nails looked as if they had been done by a professional. They were long and all very close to the same length.
They had a common curve to their tips and were painted a deep red color. Her toes were chubby.
All of her toes were very close to the same length-including the big ones. Her round toenails were painted to match her fingernails. The paint she used on her nails was the same color as blood oozing from a recently opened wound.
She spoke quickly and breathlessly.
Her voice was very high-pitched-a little squeaky-once again giving the impression that the diminutive blonde was younger than she really was.
She sat cross legged in the easy chair across from my desk.
Her curled eyelashes were so long that they lightly licked at her high cheekbones whenever she blinked.
She had a nervous habit of licking at her full sensuous lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them even when they were already wet.
Marlene smoked cigarettes as she spoke-occasionally tilting her head upward so she could blow perfect smoke rings toward the ceiling of my office.
I guess I have always been into bondage. Ever since my very first sexual experience.
Why don't I start out by telling you how I first learned about my lust for being tied up, and then, if there is time, I will tell you about what my life is like now.
I lost my virginity to my father.
I'll never forget it. It happened when I was sixteen-which may seem a little late for a girl to lose her cherry in this day and age to you.
Mommy was away for the weekend.
She had gone to my Aunt Harriet's house. Aunt Harriet was my mother's great-aunt and sick a lot of the time, so Mommy often went over there to tend to the old lady's need.
I may have been a virgin, but that didn't mean I didn't think about sex.
To tell you the truth. Doctor, it seemed like I was thinking about sex all the time. More and more. It was the spring, and I was constantly walking around with a horrible ache in my pussy.
It was a Saturday night and Daddy had gone to a local bar to get bombed with his buddies. I had the house to myself for the night so I decided to be good to myself.
I knew there were a lot of guys around who were more than willing to ball me. I was smart enough to know that men-even adult men-where beginning to think of me as sexually attractive. But I was shy. Silly me. There is one problem I don't have anymore. Daddy cured me of that. With his cock!
I watched TV for awhile that night-but there wasn't anything on that appealed to me, and I was getting a bothersome tension in my loins. I sat on the living room couch thinking about how good it must feel to have a stiff cock inside my cunt and I could feel the blood of my sexual arousal pumping its way downward in my body.
My pussy swelled.
I could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before my both my inner and outer cunt lips were fully engorged with that blood. I could tell that I wouldn't have to diddle my clit for very long to make myself burst with pleasure. I don't want to make it sound as if this was the first time I had touched myself in an impure manner or anything like that.
Hardly.
I had my fingers in my own pie each and every night by the time I was sixteen.
I thought about stroking myself right there on the couch, but decided to go up to my room where I could be more comfortable. I turned out the lights and turned off the color television set. I scampered on the balls of my feet up to my room and shut the door behind me, in spite of the fact that I was alone in the house. I immediately took off all of my clothes and stretched out on my bed on my back. I placed two foam-rubber pillows on top of one another at the head of my bed and punched the top one with a tiny fist so I could make a dent for the back of my head. I stretched my legs out straight in front of me so that my heels were on the bedspread and my tiny toes were pointing upward toward the ceiling of my room. My nipples were hard and erect with my horniness. I could feel them throbbing and burning with a need to be stroked. I touched my nipples and I could hear myself gasp. I could feel the little glands inside my cunt secreting their natural lubrication at that point. I knew that it wouldn't be long before my poontang was soaking wet with my cunt juice. I could feel the juice pooling at the base of my pussy slit in between my slightly curled back inner labia Soon the pussy cream would be dripping out of the base of the slit-rolling down into the crack of my ass. I knew that those juices would end up making a wet spot on the bedspread before I was through touching myself.
I rolled my fingers tenderly over my nipples and swooned with joy.
I could feel my breathing being affected by my growing lust.
My breaths were getting shorter and ever-closer together. I was panting.
Just like the wild jungle animal I wanted so badly to become.
I pinched my nipples. At first lightly. But then harder-so that it hurt a bit I had known from very early on that I enjoyed a little pain mixed in with my pleasure when I was very horny. It is a facet of my personality that had stuck with me as I have grown older. More about that later. I pinched my nipples between my arched thumbs and forefingers until they were pressed flat. My tits were heaving up and down with my rib-cage. I could feel a thin film of hot perspiration-from my sexual exertion-oozing from all of the pores in my diminutive frame. I pulled my nipples.
I pulled until my breasts looked a lot pointier than usual and the skin all around the nipples was taut.
I released my grip and allowed the nipples to snap back into place. I pressed the palms of my hands over my tits and began to move both boobs at the same time in slow sensuous circles. I had my fingers spread apart as far as I possibly could and I had my cupped hands positioned so that the erect nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of my palms. I pressed my tits together.
They were flattened at the sides.
The cleavage between them became very long and deep.
I could feel my face flushing with my self-induced lust.
I closed my eyes tightly so that the lids were wrinkled.
My long blonde eyelashes pressed the tops of my cheeks.
My lips pulled back tightly over my pearly white teeth.
I clenched my back teeth together very tightly at that point.
I tensed so much that my jaw began to ache and the muscles at the sides of my face began to protrude.
But the slight discomfort in my face was next to insignificant.
It was nothing compared to the fire growing between my legs.
I moved the balls of my feet flat to the bedspread and I could feel my toes clutching and gathering the material. The crack of my ass was being lubricated by my dripping cunt juice. I could feel my clit growing.
Becoming erect.
My love button was pushing out from under the fleshy sheath that usually covered it at the very top of my slit There was a raging fire inside that bulb. I could tell that I would not have to stroke the center of my womanly pleasure for long before I would receive a blissful release. But I didn't want to touch there right away. I wanted to tease myself for awhile. I knew that my orgasm would be better if I made myself wait for it as long as I possibly could. I raised my knees in the air.
I parted my thighs as far as I could get them, straining to point my knees at opposite walls of my room. I opened and closed my knees rapidly for a moment as if I were trying to fan the flame in my crotch. I could feel the tension in my lower belly growing. The ache in my loins was getting worse by the second. I could feel a tingling on the insides of my thighs. I could tell that I was starting to make a wet stain on the bed. I could smell the scent of my own cunt wafting up toward my flaring nostrils from the moist delta between my gams. I sucked the odor deep into my sinuses and exhaled with a sigh. I released my grip on my breasts and began to stroke my way down the front of my body toward regions that needed to be touched badly.
My belly.
My abdomen.
My inner thighs.
I ran the tips of my long red fingernails up and down the insides of my thighs-starting each caress near my bent knees and drawing my fingers inward until I was touching only a fraction of an inch from the sides of my vulva. My pussy flesh began to quiver and crawl as if it had a mind of its own. I found it increasingly difficult to keep the lower half of my body still and began to gyrate with lust on the bed.
I squirmed.
Writhed.
My moans and groans would become very loud by the time I popped my rocks.
That was the reason I didn't hear my Daddy coming home.
I lifted my feet from the bed and drew by knees back toward my tits.
I stroked the backs of my knees-where I have long known myself to be hypersensitive. I scratched lightly with my nails onto the backs of my thighs. I rolled my buttocks up off the bed, switching the weight of the lower half of my body to the small of my back. I could feel the back of my head and my shoulders pressing downward. I began to stroke my ass cheeks. I fondled my own ass and then pulled the cheeks apart so I could run the fleshy part of my fingertip up and down the crack. My finger got wet and slippery from the lubrication that had drooled down there. My clit was so large by this time that it felt as if it were going to explode-or come popping right out of my quim slash.
He drew my finger up to the base of my cunt where the juice was gathered thickly. I had a tremendous urge to stick my fingers inside myself-but I didn't do it. My cherry was intact. I knew that it would hurt if I broke my hymen with my exploring fingers.
Beside, that thin wall of flesh protecting my womb was the only proof of my chastity and I wanted to save it for the man I chose to be my first lover .
Silly me.
Of course, I had no idea that my cherry only had a few minutes to live.
I pulled my cunt lips open as far as I could get them and ran my fingertip up and down my outer labia I rubbed along the sides of my clit but never made direct contact with the love button. My sexual anxiety was approaching the saturation point and I wanted to tease myself just a little bit more before I released the tension in the form of a wonderful clitoral climax. I pressed a single finger in between my inner lips so that I could feel my cherry. I was whimpering and whining badly. I was on the edge. My ass bounced up and down on the bed. The wet spot I was making on the bedspread was getting larger by the second.
I explored all of the nooks and crannies of my pussy before I touched the magic fiery ball of flesh.
I touched the clit lightly.
Yet the sensation that subtle contact spawned was amplified a thousand times by the extent of my arousal.
I placed my finger on the center of my womanly pleasure and left it there. I began to roll the ball around in a small circle and I only had to do this for a couple of seconds before I could feel the explosions start. Since I was sure that I was alone in the house, I did nothing to stifle my exclamations of lust. I screamed bloody murder with my pleasure.
How the hell was I supposed to know that my father was downstairs in the living room at that very moment.
The come was wonderful.
All of my muscles tensed.
I bucked wildly.
I shook like a leaf.
My heart beat so hard I thought it was trying to beat right out of my chest. .
I shuddered.
I felt as if I were trying to shake myself right out of my skin-like a snake might while slithering through cool grass.
My volcano erupted.
My urethra squirted.
I could feel the tremendous pleasure starting in my clit and spreading outward until it filled my entire cunt. I thrashed my head wildly from side to side. I was drenched with sweat. My bedroom smelled like my cunt.
I could feel the pleasure spreading in ever-growing concentric circles to fill my round bucking hips. I knew the pleasure wasn't going to stop spreading until it had filled my entire body.
My cunt gushed.
The joy clustered at the base of my skull for a fraction of a second in a fiery comet-like ball
-just before it exploded into my already reeling brain. I bucked so hard that my left leg fell off the side of the bed and my foot dangled, the toes waving back and forth in the air still clutching at the balls of my feet.
I must have sounded as if I were in great pain from the fuss I made.
I began to flick my fingertip back and forth across my love button.
My sense of time and space was altered by the intensity of the sensations I was experiencing.
My come felt as if it were going to go one forever.
But all good things have to come to an end
-and the same is true of even the best of orgasms. All of a sudden the spasms and convulsions in my pussy stopped and all of my muscles relaxed at the same time. I could feel the ecstasy of my climax being rapidly replaced by the warm contentment of my post-orgasmic afterglow. All of my muscles were completely relaxed and I could feel my racing heartbeat slowing to normal. I was once again able to completely fill my lungs with air and I rapidly caught my breath. My fingers were still resting wet between my thighs. It was at that moment that I heard the clomping of Daddy's boots on the stairs.
I knew I was in deep trouble!!! The door burst open.
Daddy stood in the doorway looking huge and menacing. He could tell right away what I had been doing. For some reason this filled him with a combination of ire and lust. He stormed into my room and began to slap me across the face as hard as he could. He knocked me onto my back even though I had risen to a sitting position. My cheeks stung. I checked my back teeth with the tip of my tongue to make sure that none of them had been loosened by the savage blows. Daddy began to scream and yell. He bellowed like a bear. He called me a slut. A tramp. A whore.
Yet I noticed a strangeness in his manner. He was breathing very hard and I could see the bulge forming in the crotch of his pants. I suspected that I was going to be raped. The idea was not totally unpleasant. I was already all worked up sexually.
I guess I should mention-before you start thinking that I am crazy-that my Daddy is a very handsome man. He is much larger than me although we have the same coloring. He had very light blonde hair and his skin is milky white.
Daddy stands a couple of inches taller than six feet, Doctor.
His shoulders are very broad He is heavily muscled.
There are thick slabs of muscle across his back and chest.
His hair is short and his jaw is firm. His chin is square.
He has the cutest little dimple right in the middle of his chin.
Personally, I think he is handsome enough to be a movie star.
His chest is very broad and covered with a thick rug of fur. In spite of the girth of his upper body, his waist and hips are very slim. I thought at that moment that he had been made especially by God for fucking. I knew that my cherry did not have long to live.
I felt no nostalgia.
I was sick of virginity.
"You have been putting out to every fucking boy in town," Daddy said irrationally in his passion and his fury. "Well, now your old man is going to get a piece of the action."
Daddy told me to stay put and he left the room. I thought of running away, but I had no time to put on my clothes first. Daddy was back very quickly-this time holding in his right hand four pieces of rope that he had fetched from the bottom drawer of his dresser in Mommy and Daddy's room at the other end of the hall.
"First you have to be tied up!" he said.
I didn't want him to know how horny I was-but, as you can probably tell, I am not very good at hiding my true feelings.
"You know you want it," Daddy said. I kept staring at the crotch of his pants. I could tell that he had a boner. I could actually see it throbbing through his pants. I had never seen an aroused cock before. I hadn't even seen a picture of one. I only had a vague idea of how big a dick was supposed to be when it was hard. I was starting to think that I had grossly underestimated the size of male genitalia during my many sexual fantasies on the subject.
Daddy could tell that I wasn't going to struggle.
I had lost all urge to combat him after he slapped me around.
I could feel my afterglow fading-being replaced by rekindled lust.
I was feeling passion of the incestuous variety, Doctor.
Daddy grabbed my right wrist. Conveniently, my bed came with four bedposts, so tying me stringently would be no problem for him. He pulled my arm back over my head so hard that I thought for a moment he was going to rip my shoulder out of its socket.
The brute.
He was making me like it!
He pulled my arm so that my elbow was locked in the straight position, and my wrist was pressed against one of the bedposts at the head of the bed.
He tied one of the pieces of rope around my wrist and the bedpost at the same time. He tied it as tightly as he could.
It was clear from his manner that he didn't give a shit how much he hurt me. In fact, I got the impression that he relished the pain he would cause. The alcohol and the vision of me touching myself had brought out his sadistic nature intensely. Fortunately, it had done the same for my masochism. The more he abused me the more I liked it, and I could tell right then and there that I was developing a sexual identity that would stick with me for life.
Daddy tied my wrist to the bedpost so tightly that I could feel the hemp biting into my flesh and I knew that there would be red rings around my wrists that would take days to fade. He tied the hand so tightly that he interrupted the flow of blood. The rope stopped my circulation. I could tell without seeing that my fingertips were turning purple.
I felt pins and needles.
My knuckles became stiff.
I lost sensation. It wasn't long before I had no feeling in that hand and I couldn't move my fingers at all.
I could feel a fresh flow of blood running to my pussy flesh and I was swelling rapidly between my legs with my growing sexual desire. My incestuous desire! I wanted Daddy's cock. I could feel the natural lubrication begin to drip from the base of my cunt in spite of the fact that I was still holding my knees and my ankles tightly, together. My clit was hard. There was a raging fire inside my cunt-past my cherry-in a spot where I had never before been touched.
Daddy circled the bed.
He moved like a cat.
A jungle feline circling his prey.
He repeated the process with my other wrist and moved to the foot of the bed.
Daddy grabbed both of my trim ankles at the same time and pulled my legs apart. I could see him licking his lips as he watched the pink fold of cunt flesh parting.
He tied my ankles securely to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. I was spread-eagle. Immobile.
I could move only my head.
Daddy tore off his shirt and threw it aside carelessly, without turning his head to see where it landed.
I could see the thick blonde hair that covered the man's massive chest. His hands went for his belt.
I could feel my pussy flesh throbbing in sync with my heartbeat. My perspiration had turned cold.
Of course, I was afraid.
But my fear seemed to be directly related to my hominess.
The two grew together.
Daddy used nimble fingers to unbuckle his belt He unbuttoned the single button that held the top of his trousers together. He unzipped his fly. Daddy kicked off his shoes and bent at the waist so he could pull his socks off one at a time. He stood at the foot of my bed so I could see him without turning my head.
He stood with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart-which was pretty far considering how broad Daddy's shoulders were.
He tilted his chin upward proudly.
He threw back his shoulders.
Daddy puffed out his chest with a huge inhale and sucked in his belly. Daddy weighs well over two-hundred pounds, but that is in no way saying that he is obese. On the contrary, he doesn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. He had gone through a lot of effort to keep himself in shape. His legs are thick-especially in the thighs. I guess that one of Daddy's thighs is bigger around than my waist.
He bent slightly at the knees.
Daddy stood with his loins out in front of the rest of his body. He slowly pulled down the zipper to his fly and hooked his thumbs under the top of his trousers and the elastic to his underwear at the same time. He pulled them both down simultaneously so I got my first glimpse of his boner.
I gasped.
I was shocked.
It was huge.
A hell of a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be. I tried to imagine that big cock fitting into my cunt-but I couldn't. I was sure that my father was going to tear me apart with that humongous pole of masculinity.
I guess that Daddy's cock had to be close to nine inches long. I couldn't imagine how deep inside my belly the tip of that lance would go if my pussy lips ever managed to clutch at the base of the stem.
And his cock was thick too. Very thick. As thick as my wrist. I tried to imagine my virgin hole opening wide enough to let the cock inside. I knew I would have to stretch painfully. But as my fear grew so did my lust, and Daddy could tell I was horny. All he had to do was look at the juices drooling from my pink slit to figure that out. I shivered when I looked at his prick. I could feel a thick layer of gooseflesh forming all over my body and the little golden hairs at the nape of my neck were standing on end.
His cock was thickest at the head.
His glans was shaped like an edible mushroom and had turned a deep purple color. The head was obviously fully engorged. The skin that covered his glans was stretched tight and appeared to be as smooth as glass. I could see the little hole at the tip of his cock where I knew both his piss and his come emerged. The little lips on either side of his urethra were swollen and the hole was opening and closing so that it looked like a nether mouth trying in vain to speak. The entire length of his rigid pole was bobbing up and down with his incestuous anticipation. The head was snapping upward, coming ever closer to his belly. If that contact had been made the head of his cock would have smacked his tummy well above his bellybutton-which gives you an idea of how long his dick is. The shaft of his prick was not quite as thick as the head and it was a slightly lighter shade of purple.
But it was just as hard.
As hard as granite.
As his cock snapped upward I found myself looking at the underside of his shaft-which was lined with swollen blue veins that protruded from the surface. Those veins made the cock look craggy.
Gnarled.
More like an angry weapon than an instrument of love making.
I lowered my eyes to the sack that held Daddy's balls.
Like his cock-it was a lot bigger than I thought it would be.
I could see that his balls were swollen at the base of the sack.
His testicles were the size of golf balls, and I could tell there was no way the entire scrotal sack could fit in the palm of my hand at the same time no matter how far apart I spread my fingers.
His sack appeared to be filled to the brim with come. I wondered how long it had been since Daddy had had an orgasm. I figured he had to be pretty damn horny if he was going to rape me. His own daughter. I wondered if Mommy didn't put out for him anymore or something. I really didn't know anything at all about their sex life.
Daddy pulled his pants and his underwear off over his feet so that we were both as naked as the day we were born.
Daddy wasted no time. Seconds after he was naked he leaped on the bed and sprawled on top of me. I could feel the entire length of his huge prick throbbing against my lower belly. I could feel my clitoris' role as center of my womanly pleasure being usurped by a new focal point inside my cunt, near my cervix. I could tell that something wonderful was going to happen inside my body when Daddy stroked that spot with his cock. I could tell that he was going to make me come in a way I had never come before. Daddy was going to give me my very first deep-vaginal orgasm by raping me. He placed the full weight of his upper body on my chest.
My erect nipples throbbed against his chest.
My breasts were flattened.
It was very difficult for me to breathe.
Then he placed the palms of his hands on the bed on either side of my head and pushed upward. He arched his back and lifted his chest from mine. He supported the wight of his upper body with his left arm exclusively and reached back with his right to get a grip on the base of his cock.
He squeezed a couple of times.
I guess he wanted to make sure that he was as hard and thick as possible.
He had nothing to worry about.
He used his right hand to guide the tip of his cock. He massaged my clit in a slow circular motion with his piss hole for a couple of seconds and then ran the head of his dick up and down my slash until it was covered with my cunt juice.
I guess I should feel guilty about the way I got off on the rape.
But I don't.
My hominess was a blessing in disguise, Doctor. I can see that now.
Imagine the pain I would have suffered if he had pushed that dick all the way into my cunt while I was cold and as dry as a bone. My sexual arousal kept my inevitable pain to a minimum.
Daddy moved the tip of his cock to the base of my pussy slit.
He adjusted his hips so that his cock shaft was at the appropriate angle for violent vaginal violation.
Daddy tensed his ass cheeks.
He pressed his buttocks together.
I don't think the world's strongest man could have pried those ass cheeks apart even if he had been allowed to use a crow bar.
Daddy began to press down with the lower half of his body.
For a long time nothing happened.
I could feel the pressure increasing on the mouth of my fuck hole, but my inner cunt lips did not open for him.
I concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of my vulva as much as I could. Once the penetration began, it all happened rather suddenly.
Daddy took a deep breath and stabbed downward.
My inner labia stretched open until the flesh was taut. I guess he really would have torn my flesh badly if he had been a fraction of an inch thicker than he was.
I could feel the tip of his spear pressing against my cherry.
He kept pushing.
I heard a tearing sound.
I felt a horrible pain.
I screamed bloody murder. I swear it felt as if my cunt had been impaled by a red hot poker.
My cherry popped like a cork out of a champagne bottle.
I could feel something warm and sticky inside my cunt mixing with my natural lubrication, and I realized in a moment of raw horror that this was my own blood I was feeling. Daddy could tell how much pain I was in, but that didn't stop him. I knew that he wasn't going to stop thrusting until my stretched inner cunt lips were gripping the base of his stalk. Even though the wall that had protected my chastity for so long had been torn away, complete violation of my poontang was still not going to be an easy task. It was going to take a lot of brute force. Brute force happens to be something that my Daddy has plenty of.
My inner cunt walls were shriveled and closed from lack of use.
He had to pry them gaping open with the tip of his spear.
In spite of the fact that the huge muscular man was pushing down with his ass as hard as he could, the tip of his pole was only moving inside my cunt a fraction of an inch at a time. I was pleased to find that the sharpest of the pain from having my cherry popped only lasted a few seconds. It was soon replaced with a dull ache-an ache that blended perfectly with the ache of desire I was feeling throughout my feminine private parts.
The tip of his cock was getting ever-closer to the magic spot.
I wished that I could push upward with my loins to help the penetration, but my stringent bondage kept the cheeks of my ass against the bedspread. I strained against my bondage. This only made the ropes feel tighter around my slim wrists and trim ankles.
He struck the mouth of my womb with the bulbous purple head of his cock, and I could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure shoot up and down my spine. I could feel myself starting to come. I screamed once again-but this time it was ecstasy rather than agony that spawned the exclamation. My scream was so high-pitched that I guess there were parts of it that only the dogs in the neighborhood could hear.
Just as I had anticipated, the come was different from any other I had known. It was shorted and sharper than the clitoral orgasms I had given myself.
Yet the waves of pleasure spread outward from my pussy in ever-growing concentric circles until the bliss enveloped me. I felt submerged in my own sexual joy.
Daddy was going to impale me.
He was going to make me feel like a butterfly on a pin on display under glass, I knew by that time.
The best thing about the new kind of come was that I could tell it was only the first of many I would have during the course of the fuck. I could feel massive explosions, spasms and convulsions inside my cunt. The orgasm made the muscles at the sides of my vulva loosen and Daddy found he could slip the rest of his dick inside my pussy with increased ease. I could feel the tip of his dick pressing against the back wall of my cunt long before he was all the way in. I knew at that point just how much I was going to have to stretch to take him. Luckily my aroused pussy flesh was a lot more elastic than I would have anticipated.
He filled me to the brim. My cunt was stretched to full capacity by both the length and thickness of his cock.
I could feel the head of his cock throbbing against a spot incredibly deep inside my lower belly.
Daddy was doing more than touching me in places I had never been touched before by this time.
Oh yes.
Much more. Daddy was touching me in places that I didn't even know I had. Deep places.
Internal places.
Feminine places.
Places that I would have sworn up and down couldn't be reached from the outside.
I thought that Daddy was going to start his fucking motion right away.
But he liked the way his cock felt gripped by my pussy hard.
I found I could use my internal muscles to squeeze and tug him.
I became more relaxed as my pain faded even further. There would be nothing but pleasure. I could tell that Daddy was going to make me come more times than I could possibly count before the incestuous rape was complete.
It seemed like it would take forever, but Daddy finally began to fuck me. He pulled his cock out of my hole just as slowly as he had first pushed it in.
He pulled up until my inner cunt lips were stretched grossly outward from my crotch and gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the base of his cock head. He paused at that point and took a deep breath. He then exhaled with a loud grunt and slammed down with his tensed ass cheeks as hard as he could so that he drove the entire length of his rod into my cunt in one fell swoop.
I felt great pressure behind my eyes.
For a moment I thought my baby blues were going to come popping right out of their sockets. I was shocked more than hurt. I couldn't believe that it was possible for a cunt to go from completely empty to completely full so rapidly.
Daddy began to fuck me with a smooth steady motion.
He used the entire length of his cock with every stroke.
He always pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in.
He wiggled his hips from side to side as he fucked me.
His cock was so thick that the top of the shaft rubbed directly against my clit as he plowed my poontang.
I could feel my love button being battered back and forth by his dick. He worked over my little man in the boat as an especially talented boxer would work over a small punching bag.
Daddy began to moan and groan.
I could tell that he wouldn't be able to fuck me for much longer without ending the act by spilling his seed inside my cunt.
"You love it, cunt," Daddy said His voice was deep and filled with more anger than ever. I was thrashing my head-which was the only part of my body that I could move-from side to side, and Daddy presumed this to be a negative response to his statement. He fucked harder.
He cranked his hips into high gear.
I looked at his cock between our bodies.
I could see that there was blood from my popped cherry on his dick.
The blood was gathered thickest at the base of his cock in a ring.
"YOU LOVE IT! SAY IT!" Daddy screamed.
"Yes! I love it. Do it to me harder, Daddy," I said.
This made my handsome father chuckle sadistically. I could smell the booze on his breath. I snapped off my second orgasm-and then my third. I lost cound after that. I felt the convulsions come at an incredible rate. My orgasms began to flow into one another so that I couldn't tell them apart. It felt more like I was having one continuous orgasm than it did like I was having a bunch of smaller comes strung together like popcorn on a string.
Daddy then plunged the entire length of his cock in my cunt.
He left it there.
Near the end his ass had been moving up and down so fast that it appeared a blur to the naked eye. I was doubly glad that my cunt had lubricated itself. I am sure that he would have blistered my flesh if he had fucked me while I was dry.
I could feel his cock getting thicker and harder during the moments before he came-although I would not have thought that possible.
His cock spasmed. Convulsed.
All of my orgasms had been a little more intense than the one before. I had my final release of the incestuous fuck as Daddy began to tremble, and it was the biggest one yet. My eyes were closed so tightly that the lids had wrinkled. My face was as red as a beet. I had forgotten about my hands and feet. They had been numb for so long that I didn't even think about my fingers and my toes anymore. All I could think of was the savage pleasure in my cunt. My Daddy and I came at the same time. I could feel his come shooting out of the tip of his prick, splashing wildly against the back wall of my vagina.
And then it was over.
I knew right then and there that my life would never be the same.
INTERVIEW TWO
Time ran out at that point on Marlene. I instructed her to make an appointment with my receptionist so she could return and complete her tale.
As it turned out she returned exactly a week later, this time wearing a brightly colored button-up blouse and a short skirt. As promised she told me about her current life-and how it had been affected by her first bondage experience at sixteen.
Hi, Doctor. I'm sorry that we ran out of time the last time I was here. I was anxious to tell you all about my life.
As you have probably figured out from the things I said last week, I am still very much into bondage.
In fact, it has gotten to the point where I can't even come unless I am tied in some bizarre fashion.
I have a boyfriend named Bernard who is just as into the kinky stuff. We often have parties over at his house and he invites his kinkier friends. He likes to take pictures of me bound while I am getting fucked by other guys.
Let me tell you about something that happened only a couple of weeks ago, so you can get a better idea of where I am coming from.
On this particular evening Bernard and his friend Mac In tyre were at his place and they were both looking forward to balling me.
We drank wine for a while and had some chit-chat listening to music on Bernard's stereo. Then we got down to business.
Bernard got his camera. I could see MacIntyre looking at me lustfully. MacIntyre is a very handsome guy, and I had never made it with him before. Bernard is a very popular guy ever since he started letting his friends tie me and fuck me.
I play the sex slave and they are the sex masters. While we are playing our S and M sex games, I have to obey every order I am given. If I disobey I am whipped-which secretly pleasures me also.
"Take off your clothes, Marlene," MacIntyre said in a cool voice. It was clear from his manner that he wasn't in the mood to take no for an answer. I was standing in the center of the living room and MacIntyre was sitting at one end of Bernard's davenport. He was leaning back with his legs spread out and his knees straight. I could see the bulge in the crotch of his pants.
I removed all of my clothes like a good girl and I could see by the twinkle in MacIntyre's eyes that he was very pleased with my hot little body.
"On your knees," he said.
Bernard had all sorts of ropes and wires that could be used to tie me up.
MacIntyre chose rope-as Bernard had told him it was my favorite.
The man, who I guess is in his early thirties, got up off the couch and circled to my rear. He told me to cross my wrists behind my back as I knelt with my back straight.
He tied them tightly together and then did the same to my ankles.
The man then whipped out his cock, which I was pleased to find was very large, and already fully erect.
"Suck it," he said. I relaxed the muscles in my jaw.
I dropped my jaw until it threatened to lock in the open position. My mouth opened gaping wide so that the skin at the corners of my mouth was stretched tight.
He pulled his pants and his underwear all the way down to his ankles and grabbed me by the hair. He shoved his dick right in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the ring of scar tissue at the base of his cock head and began to suck his dick as hard as I could. I hollowed my cheeks with the vacuum I was creating in my oral cavity.
I kept my tongue busy.
I sucked and licked at his dick head at the same time. MacIntyre grasped the sides of my head so hard with his huge hands that I couldn't move my head from side to side. He wrapped his long fingers around to the back of my head and pressed his fingertips into the muscles there until it hurt.
I couldn't pull back with my head and shoulders. I could only push forward with my face, which was exactly the direction he wanted me to move. He tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks and began to press his cock further into my mouth. I could tell that he wasn't going to stop until he had rammed the entire length of his human meat into my straining gullet. I began to gag.
My eyes teared.
My blue orbs swelled and became bloodshot.
It became increasingly difficult to blink.
The insides of my eyelids felt as if they were made of sandpaper.
MacIntyre wanted me to gag. In that way my inner throat muscles would squeeze at his cock and give him pleasure. Naturally I kept my lips curled over my teeth as I took him in my mouth. I did not want to bite him. The last thing I wanted to do was cause him any pain. Bernard began to snap off photos with a strobe light as his friend rammed the meat into my gullet.
This was no blow job!
This was a face fuck!
My eyes bulged as my lips worked toward his cock's base.
I could feel tears rolling downward from my eyes' comers.
The rivulets of saltwater were staining my smooth cheeks.
My lips were gripping the cock at the hilt once he was inside.
Naturally, I was forced to breathe exclusively through my nose.
My nostrils were flaring wildly and I was making snorting noises.
My nose was imbedded in his thick patch of pubic hair.
Tiis made it even more difficult for me to breathe properly.
He began to fuck my face and I used my mouth and throat to suck him.
I wanted to suck his balls dry. I wanted to hear him scream aloud.
There are few things I like better than having a hunky guy come in my mouth.
I love the taste of semen.
I love the texture.
I have read that a man's come is almost one-hundred percent protein.
It is actually very good for a little girl to drink down semen.
Of course, I prefer to drink my spunk straight from the meaty tap.
I can almost feel myself getting healthier when I swallow the stuff.
He fucked my face until my throat was raw. He began to whimper.
I felt his cock becoming urgent inside my mouth and I knew he was about to come.
Thankfully, he came with only his cock head inside me.
That way his semen spurted directly onto my tongue.
If he had shot his wad with his cock all the way in me, it would have missed my tongue and I would never been able to savor the delicious flavor of that goo.
He arched his back and tossed back his head as his cock convulsed.
Suddenly my mouth was filled to the brim with his silver seed.
There was a lot more of the jism than I had expected.
I began to swallow as hard as I could and puffed out my smooth cheeks in a vain attempt to keep all of his come inside my mouth.
I could feel his sperm oozing from the stretched corners of my mouth.
The jism ran thickly down onto my chin where it cooled.
Some of the come dripped off my chin onto the rug between his feet.
But most of it made its way into my belly where it belonged.
The come was hot. At first I thought my tongue scalded.
It had a refreshing flavor. Salty, and a little fishy I guess.
It felt like raw egg whites as it slithered down my gullet toward the warm spot that was forming in the pit of my stomach.
I kept sucking on the spasming head of his cock until no more jam came out.
I could feel his dick losing its urgent rigidity right away.
His muscles relaxed. The force of gravity began to have an effect on the tip of his cock. He gripped the base of his pole with his right fist to keep the head aloft.
He pulled the head out of my mouth and pumped it a couple of times with his huge hand. I could see a single bead of post-orgasmic dogwater forming at the hole. I licked the bead away with a single swipe of my-slightly curled tongue tip.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Sookie L. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sookie is a beautiful Oriental girl who makes no effort to hide her sexuality. She is not very large and her hips are slim. The first thing one notices abou the little girl is her hair.
Sookie's hair is as black as pitch and perfectly straight. It is very long and shines as if it were made of ebony silk. Her hairs falls low down the center of her back in between her rather sharp shoulder blades, dangling all the way to the top of her boyish buttocks.
She does not speak with an accent. She was born and raised in America, but I learned from her file that her mother and father were originally from Taiwan.
It was the middle of the summer when she first arrived in my office, and seldom has a patient shown up for an interview wearing so little.
Sookie was wearing a tight elastic tube tank top over her breasts that left her mid-riff bare. Her skin was naturally dark because of her race. Still, it was clear that she had spent a lot of time in the summer sun tanning herself into a golden brown.
Her breasts were not large, but they were round and firm and rested high on her chest. The best word to describe Sookie's breasts was perky. Her breasts were sloped on top and curved on the bottom. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples-which became erect and obvious as we spoke-pointed slightly upward.
Sookie was also wearing a pair of short shorts. They were faded cut off jeans cut so short that the bottoms of her buttocks were clearly visible. She had a way of cocking her head to one side when she spoke that issued an aura of both self-assurance and arrogance.
I could tell that she considered herself "tough."
She wore a pair of sneakers that had once been white but were now a dark gray color from soil. A hole had been worn in the right toe. Her shorts were faded and threadbare. There were many colorful patches on the seat of her pants. Her legs were long and thin.
She sat back in the easy chair on the other side of my desk with her legs open. At certain points of her story, she scratched lightly at the insides of her thighs with the tips of her fingers. Her fingernails were short and she wore no polish on them.
She spoke slowly at first and seemed disturbed at the tape recorder that was set up on one side of my desk. She did not speak freely until I assured her of the absolute confidentiality of the interview. She seemed to gain trust in me as she went along and her story gained momentum.
I don't know what the fuck I am doing here, Doctor. I don't like this at all. The people at my high school told me I had to come and see you. They say that I have problems. Right. School is my problem. The sooner I get out of that prison the more I will like it.
All right. As long as I am here I guess I'll tell you the whole fucking story of my life. Maybe you can sort it all out and figure out why the teachers think I am fucked up. Then you can write them a nice letter explaining the situation and leave me the fuck alone.
I live in a section of Brooklyn called Carroll Gardens. It is mostly Italian people there and we are the only Orientals around. Naturally, I have had to put up with a lot of pig-headed attitudes in my life. Would you believe a guy once had the nerve to ask me if my pussy went sideways instead of up and down?
I knew once I reached puberty and began to get horny all the time that I was going to have to do something special to be popular.
There was a motorcycle gang in the neighborhood last year about this time called The Hackers, and they were made up of all the toughest guys around. Either you were a member of the gang or they beat the shit out of you. There was no in between. The bikers had girlfriends, some of them, and the girls always stood around looking really cool. I decided that I wanted nothing more than to be a Hacker groupie. I didn't have a very good idea of how to go about it however.
Then came the day when fate took me by the hand. The Hackers have been disbanded by the cops now, but I spent seven months hanging out with them. Let me tell you how I did it.
It was last summer vacation and the bikers were all gathering in Prospect Park, which was a hike but still within walking distance. I didn't have a lot of money to be pumping into a bus or the subway, so I gathered up my courage to walk there in hopes that one of the guys would like me.
I decided my best bet was to be bold-to not let them know how frightened I was. Here I was sleazing up to some of the toughest guys in Brooklyn and I was still a fucking virgin.
I had no trouble finding the gang. They had gathered in a portion of the park called "The Meadow." Just like I said, I walked right up to them. I looked at all of the guys and quickly found the one that appealed to me the most. His name was Lorenzo Swift and he was very tall and muscular. He had crude ways, and a foul mouth, but I have always liked that in a man.
I walked right up to him.
"Hi!" I said. I did not smile. Rule number one. Never smile. I cocked my hips to one side and tilted my head so that my long black hair spilled over one shoulder.
"What do you want?" he asked me.
"I wanna be a Hacker," I said. I think I was chewing gum.
"You can't," he said.
"How come?"
"On account of you ain't passed the initiation," he said.
Lorenzo looked at me and smiled with inward amusement. I could tell that he thought I was cute. I flirted with him a little and he pretended not to notice.
"So what's the intitiation?" I asked.
"Hop on the back of my bike and I'll show you," he said.
I could feel my heart pounding. The palms of my hands were a little sweaty.
I climbed astride his bike and pushed myself against his back. He was a huge bear of a man, wearing a tight pair of jeans and a leather jacket. I made no bones about the fact that I was rubbing my tits against him.
He kick-started the engine.
I was so horny I thought I was going to die. You have to understand, I had never been that close to a guy before. Once the bike started running I could feel the vibrations directly on my cunt. I could feel my pussy swelling and getting wet. My clit became erect. I had a tremendous ache in my loins. My lower belly was filled with tension. There was a fire in my inner thighs. My nipples burned. I wanted to have my cherry popped so bad I could taste it. I was sure that Lorenzo was taking me somewhere so we could fuck. I was right-but I only knew a part of the story. Hackers do not just fuck their women. They have to tie them up first. This would come as a shock to me at first, but after a while I would grow to like it. Now I have gotten to the point where I feel lost unless I am all tied up during sex, and there aren't any Hackers around to do it to me. Maybe that is the reason that I am having trouble in school-not that I ever did that well in school in the first place. Lorenzo took me to the creepiest place I had ever seen-and that is saying something for a girl born and raised in Brooklyn. He took me to a street near the docks that was lined with old abandoned warehouses.
He drove his bike through a hole that had been broken in a boarded up door. There I was alone with him in this dirty room with a high ceiling. I asked what the little squeaking noises were that I heard and the savage biker told me that they were rats scurrying along the far wall in the shadows. I could feel the blood draining from my face. I felt as if I was turning as white as a sheet. I was very scared. I could feel about a zillion butterflies in my stomach. We both got off the bike and Lorenzo wasted no time getting down to business. He placed the palms of his hands at the small of my back and pulled me up tightly against him. Again my tits were against him. I could feel his swelling cock rubbing against my thigh. Lorenzo placed a crooked forefinger under my chin and tilted my face upward so that he could kiss me. I could feel my salivary gland going berserk. My mouth was watering with anticipation. He stooped a little and our faces came together as if we were moving in slow motion. Lorenzo kissed me hard right from the start. He pressed against my mouth so hard as a matter-of-fact that my lips were pressed back against my teeth. I could feel his hot lips writhing against mine and my horniness grew in leaps and bounds. I could feel my cunt juices spilling out of my virgin pussy slit-and I could feel myself making a wet stain in the crotch of my panties. I still remember the underwear I wore that day. They were a pair of bikini style panties. Pink. They had little red hearts all over them. Lorenzo kissed me with only his lips for a while, then he plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his tongue so that I could suck on it sensuously. I touched the tip of my own tongue to his and I could swear that I heard a crackle of sexual electricity fill the warehouse. He ran the palms of his hands down to the cheeks of my ass and kneaded the flesh there as if he were a chef preparing unrisen dough for the oven. Lorenzo and I kissed for a long time. The kiss was wet and sloppy. We swapped spit cheerfully.
I reached up and placed the palms of my hands on the back of his strong neck. I usually feel on the small side, but I felt particularly little next to huge Lorenzo. I intertwined my slim fingers at the back of his neck. We were both breathless with passion by the time it was through. Then came the rough stuff.
Lorenzo pulled my shirt open so that he could play with my tits.
He grabbed each of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers He pinched very hard and pulled. For a moment I thought he was going to pull my nipples right off my tits. Although I tried desperately to hold back my tears, I could feel them welling in my eyes anyway. My eyes are almond-shaped as you might expect from a person of Chinese blood. My eyes are an emerald green color, and I have been told that they are hauntingly beautiful. I have the eyes of a cat.
He hurt me badly.
He bruised my nipples.
They actually discolored from the abuse he caused.
I had tears streaming down my cheeks by the time he was through. Yet, as I would not have figured, the pain made my sexual anxiety get worse. I would have thought that my hominess would fade when he hurt me-but exactly the opposite was true. I was panting and seething with lust even as I watched my rosebuds turning black and blue.
Then Lorenzo ordered me out of my pants. That was okay with me. The crotch of my pink bikini panties were soaking wet by that time and the material was beginning to crawl up between my swollen outer labia That always gave me a maddening urge to get naked. When my panties crawled upward that way I always felt as if my cunt were encased in a cloth trap. My pussy was in prison. Suffocating.
My cunt needed to breathe. I tugged down my pants and my panties at the same time and sighed as the wet material pulled out of my hypersensitive pussy.
He whistled.
I could tell that he liked what he saw.
Then he got out four pieces of copper wire from his bag and ordered me to get on the seat of his motorcycle on my back. I leaned back so that my head was close to the handle bars. I was straddling the bike backwards. He used the pieces of copper wire to bind my hands to the handle bars. The remaining two pieces were used to bind my feet to the side of the bike. My legs were spread wide open. Lorenzo stood at the rear of the bike and looked at my cunt with severe passion in his eyes. He was licking at the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He needed a shave. He smelled of oil.
That was the first time I was ever bound up. I didn't mind. I rather liked the feeling of hopelessness I had when rendered immobile like that. I could lift my head a little but other than that he had tied me with wire so that I couldn't move at all.
He whipped out his prick.
I gasped and felt dizzy.
The cock that was to pop my cherry was a huge one. A big fat dong.
I should tell you that my pussy is a little different that others-but it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I am Chinese. I have very little pubic hair. I know from taking gym class with the other girls in my high school that most girls have an inverted triangle of cunt hair growing above their slits. The hair also grows along the sides of their vulvas and even down between the cheeks of their asses. I have only two pitch black curls of short and curly hair growing above and to the sides of my clit. The hair barely covers the bottom third of my mound. The sides of my pussy along my outer cunt lips are completely bald-and I am equally hairless between the cheeks of my ass.
The wire bit into my flesh.
I began to enjoy the pain.
I guess I was starting to learn about being a sexual submissive-something that now strikes me as second nature.
"You're a hot little Chink, ain't ya?" Lorenzo said to me.
He curled his upper lip up over his teeth in a sneer.
He moved so that he to was straddling the bike, facing the handle bars.
Lorenzo had his super-strong loins pressed against the insides of my thighs.
I could feel the head of his thick cock rubbing at my pussy flesh.
Well, Doctor, I guess I don't have to tell you how I felt.
I was hornier by far than I had ever been in my life.
"I want you to fuck me very, very hard," I told him.
He laughed. He began to run the tip of his prick up and down my snatch slit. I struggled against the wires that held my limbs in place, even though I knew I didn't have a chance in a million of wriggling myself free.
"Have you ever been fucked before?" Lorenzo asked me.
I shook my head slowly and silently from side to side.
"Sorry," I added, falsely assuming there was a need to apologize.
"Don't worry about it, little cunt. Popping cherries is one of my favorite past-times. You know that this is going to be very, very painful."
I gulped.
I could feel a fresh film of icy cold sweat break out all over my body.
Lorenzo massaged my clit. I could feel the fire down there getting worse. I couldn't imagine my tiny twat opening far enough to take that huge dick.
I prayed-even though I am not a religious person by nature-that nature would have a way of taking care of these things. After all, all girls got fucked. And I didn't know a single girl who had died from it. I prayed that my pussy would stretch open a lot further than I gave it credit for.
Lorenzo pushed the head of his cock down to the base of my slit.
I could feel him throbbing against the edges of my inner cunt lips. He began to press forward with his hips and I could feel the tension increasing at the mouth of my fuck hole. It all happened very slowly. I felt as if I had drifted off into a dream. My cunt opened until the flesh was tight.
I forgot to blink regularly as I stared down between my own legs, watching the tip of his huge log of manhood pushing inside my seething hole.
I could feel the tip of his spear pressing against the thin wall of membrane that had-for so long-protected the pathway to my womb.
I could feel my hymen being stretched until it tore. I let out a sharp shriek of pain and I could tell that there was blood dripping from the base of my slit.
I was getting blood on his leather motorcycle seat. There was something about the leather that made the top of my ass and the small of my back feel all tingly and sexy.
I guess that I was showing signs of the leather fetish I had developed even then. If I didn't like leather as much as I do, I guess I would never have wanted to be a girlfriend to a biker.
The pain shot up my spine and paused at the base of my skull for a moment before exploding into my mind. Lorenzo placed his hands along the sides of my slim hips. I could feel the muscles at the sides of my cunt stretching painfully as the hole opened even further. For a moment my inner lips were gripping very hard at the base of his throbbing purple glans. I could feel his rock-hard flesh throbbing directly against the wound he had just opened.
He kept pushing.
His cock worked inside slowly.
I could feel the fire of desire inside my poontang becoming maddening.
My clit was pulsing and bulging from under the foreskin.
I could feel my flesh being pushed open, parted by the pole.
I guess that every muscle in my body was tensed by that point.
I was quivering, shivering, shuddering wildly and making a great fuss.
I could feel my muscles twitching involuntarily as I screamed.
I could feel the pain of losing my virginity easing a bit.
That was cool. But I felt a new pain. The head of Lorenzo's cock was pressing against the back wall of my pussy. The cock wasn't anywhere near all the way in. I knew that the flesh there was going to have to stretch very far before my inner cunt lips were gripping his dick at the hilt. Lorenzo was making little grunting noises and he slid his huge hands up to my armpits, which were forced open by the position I had been bound in. Lorenzo gripped me under my arms and thrust forward with the lower half of his body as hard as he could-driving the remainder of his pole in my poontang. I could feel the tip of his cock pushing into a place I would have thought unreachable. His cock was throbbing directly against my clit at the base and his piss hole was extraordinarily deep inside my belly. The man knew nothing about fucking slowly or subtly. Lorenzo only knew how to fuck in one way. He fucked as hard and fast as he possibly could right from the very first stroke. His hips movements were long, and his cock almost popped all the way out of my pussy with each hip stroke. His pubic bone was pressed hard against mine each and every time he stabbed downward with his slim yet powerful loins. I could feel his balls on my buttocks. I could see that his swollen testicles were sliding back and forth across the black leather motorcycle seat as he humped my fiery cunt-and I wondered if that was enhancing his pleasure. I figured that it probably was. That would make sense. One would have to suspect that most bikers are leather fetishists.
"So tight, so fucking tight," Lorenzo said as he fucked.
He was badly out of breath and his face was very red.
I wondered if I would ever get to see him completely naked.
He seemed like the sort of guy who never took off his clothes.
Even when he was sleeping.
I did eventually see him naked, doctor-many times.
But I thought that first time that he would always just whip out his prick and balls when he wanted to get laid or if he needed a quick blow job. Naturally I tried to be the best lover for him that I could.
I wanted him to come back for more.
I could feel my sexual tension rising rapidly as he balled me brutally.
I came within ten strokes of having my cherry popped and I screamed again.
But this time it was a scream of unadulterated bliss making me use my lungs as hard as I could. I could feel my mouth opening as far as it went, so that my jaw ached a little and my lips were stretched at their comers.
I could feel my clit being massaged back and forth by the top of the handsome biker's cock shaft.
I felt as if he were driving that humongous pole of meat of his into the very core of my womanhood.
I could feel the waves of unbelievable pleasure spiraling upward inside my spinal cord, burning my brain tissues, and launching me into a brand new plateau of pleasure. I was travelling into a new dimension of sensation. Time had no meaning. I felt as if I were frozen in time by his prick. I thought that first deep-vaginal climax was going to last an eternity.
I thought I was going to split apart. The explosions were huge, and I thrashed my head wildly. Again I struggled against the wires that held me to the motorcycle, but this time I had no thoughts of escape.
I was only vaguely aware of where I was by this time.
I thought that the whole universe was composed of my cunt and the handsome leather-clad biker's big dick.
"THAT'S IT!" he bellowed.
"CCCOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Go with it, cunt. Take the whole fucking cock. Take it deep!" he yelled. There was a tension in his voice.
I had discovered by this time that I could use the little muscles inside my cunt to make his pleasure greater.
I squeezed at his cock with my internal vulva muscles each and every time he withdrew his log of flesh.
I knew that this was tugging at his cock, and increasing the friction on his hypersensitive lance.
Lorenzo was panting harder than ever and I could hear the little moans and groans in the back of his throat.
I looked down between my legs and I could see that his cock was bloody as he withdrew it. But I had forgotten about the pain.
I was too horny to feel pain, I guess. It's like the nervous-system overloads, and becomes unable to register anything but transmissions from the libido, if you know what I mean.
I did not come just once.
Not twice.
I got my rocks off three times during the course of the fuck.
I loved being tied up by the time it was through. I wanted to be rendered helpless. I needed to be mastered. I was filled with an incredible urge to be Lorenzo's sex slave.
INTERVIEW TWO
Sookie told me that she had never talked so much in her entire life at the end of the first interview, and she seemed almost proud of herself for having opened up to me so quickly and intimately.
But she explained that her voice was giving out and she wanted to stop. Sookie eagerly agreed to return so she could tell me the remainder of her bondage story concerning the brutish motorcycle gang.
It was a cool rainy day when she returned later in the week, and she was dressed more sensibly. She was wearing a pair of tight faded bluejeans and a white tee-shirt that had a decal of her favorite rock group ironed onto the front.
She was wearing a leather jacket that was adorned with many chains. I could see the needle marks in the back where the colors of her gang had been removed after the police had stepped in.
She was even wearing a bit of eye make-up which had been applied expertly so that it enhanced the little teenager's intrinsic Oriental beauty.
She seemed almost cheerful upon her return. She was anxious to speak with me. There had been a dramatic change in her attitude during our first meeting.
Sookie was not concerned with the tape recorder I had set up at the side of my large oak wood desk. In fact, she never even glanced at it.
She had been nervous when we first spoke, her eyes dashing from spot to spot the whole time. This time her eyes riveted upon mine. We maintained eye contact for most of the second interview.
She spoke rapidly, and managed to cram a great deal of information into a short period of time. She only paused to breathe, and no longer seemed overly concerned with word selection. Gone was her fear that she might say something to embarrass herself. She was completely open. An open book.
I have been doing a lot of thinking about my life since I last spoke with you. I have been masturbating thinking about that first day in the old warehouse with Lorenzo.
I want to start in right where I left off, so that I won't waste any time. It is nice to see you again. I mean that sincerely, Doctor. That is not something I say very frequently. I felt really good after I spoke with you last time. I don't know. It was like a big weight had been lifted from my shoulders or something. Like I said, I had come three times, and I could hear Lorenzo's moans and groans getting increasingly louder and higher in pitch. I could tell that he was approaching his own orgasm. I could tell that he was about to shoot male seed into my cunt for the first time in my life. I used my internal pussy muscles to squeeze him especially hard as the savage hump reached the end. I wanted to suck every single drop of come out of the handsome biker's balls!
Then he plunged the entire length of his cock inside me.
I could feel the head stretching the back cunt wall taut.
I could feel his piss hole dilating at my womanhood's core.
The base of his pole was spasming against my clitoris.
The patch of flesh in between my cunt and asshole was stretched thin.
My slit was a gaping nether mouth around his convulsing dick.
He tensed and trembled and I watched his face contort with bliss.
There were deep wrinkles across the bridge of Lorenzo's nose.
His eyes were closed tightly and there was a vein at his temple throbbing.
I had never seen anyone flush so darkly before. I was amazed.
There was a part of me that feared he would have a heart attack.
But there was a bigger part of me that wondered if my face was just as dark.
He threw back his head so that I was looking at his throat.
I could see his adam's apple bobbing up and down wildly.
His cock got thicker, harder, stretched further at my hole.
I could feel a trickle of fluid running down the crack of my ass.
The man's cock began to spurt and I felt like I had graduated.
My childhood had been torn away from me bound on the bike.
I was now a woman-and I had known divine womanly pleasure.
I could tell that sex was going to become an obsession for me.
I knew that I would never be able to think about anything else.
And they wonder why I haven't been able to do my schoolwork!
Ha!
Don't they know that I live to be tied and fucked.
I don't even care which hole I get fucked in anymore.
My mouth, my ass, my pussy. It's all the same to me, Doctor.
He shot his wad against the back wall of my love tunnel.
He began to howl at the high ceiling of the warehouse.
I had forgotten all about the creepy setting of my first fuck.
Like I said last time, my sense of place had been distorted.
I don't take drugs, but I imagine that this alienation is similar.
I felt as if I had travelled to a place where there was no time or space.
There was only sensation. That was the only essential thing.
I was enraptured by my bliss. Enveloped with my lust.
I could feel my seething honey pot being filled with his cream.
His cry was like that of a beast. A wounded animal or something.
I felt as if I were sucking his civilized soul from his physical form with my hot pink cunt hole!!!
Then the fuck was over. He slumped forward over me, still pressig his cock into my poontang as deeply as he could get it. His cock stayed hard for a long time inside me before it began to dwindle with his afterglow. He twitched and shivered a couple of times as the last few drops of goo worked their way out of the little mouth at the tip of his fleshy lance. He lowered his mouth to my nipples. I could feel his hot moist breath on my left rosebud. He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. He placed the tip of his taster on the nipple, which was already very purple from the way he had twisted and pulled at it earlier. His tongue was soothing. I wanted my hands to be free so I could stroke him. I wanted to feel his muscles. I wanted to touch that form that was so much larger and harder than my own. I wanted him to know that I could be a loving slave. But he didn't want a loving slave. Not then, at least. Things got a little more affectionate between the two of us later. On that particular day Lorenzo was merely looking for a hole to shoot hot wad into. I was that hole, and I was so grateful for the flavor that I had tears of joy in my green eyes.
He sucked my nipple.
Then he bit it very hard.
I screamed in pain and fresh tears welled with the agony. He clamped his teeth over the purple nipple and pulled upward with his handsome head and amazingly broad shoulders. All of the skin was stretched tight around the nipple and my tit was made to look pointy. Again, I thought that the handsome biker was going to tear my nipple off of my tit. He stopped just short of doing me permanent damage and repeated the process with the other nipple. He then pulled his cock out of my cunt and looked down to see the blood that was on it. He could see that there was a crusty brown ring around the base of the semierection. The tip of his cock was beginning to point downward, but it was still long and thick. In spite of the load of seed he had spilled into me, I noticed that his huge scrotum still appeared to be filled to the brim with his hot sticky seed. I could tell that he was going to want to shoot his wad more than once before the day was through. That was okay with me. Like I said before, I wanted to fuck for the rest of my life. It would have been okay with me at that moment if I had never seen school or my fuddy-duddy parents ever again.
He untied the wires that held me in place.
He even massaged my hands and feet so that the sensation would return to them. He was quite tender with me. But there was method behind the delicacy. He wanted me to be able to use my hands and feet. He knew that I would make a better sexual animal if I had my fingers at my disposal.
I sat up and got off the bike with some difficulty. I tried to stand, but found that my balance had not yet returned.
I fell to the filthy wood floor.
I heard rats scurrying in the shadows.
I tried to get up.
But Lorenzo stopped me with a huge hand to the top of my head.
"I want you to suck my cock," he said. I knew he wasn't fooling. I was in no position to disobey. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and nodded subserviently as I sniffled.
He placed the palms of his hands on his flat muscular belly and laughed sadistically. Then he made a hissing sound through clenched teeth that reminded me of a snake slithering through tall grass.
I decided to make the blow job slow and sensuous. I placed the palms of my hands on the fronts of his thighs, touching his tight jeans. I spread my fingers apart. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue as far as I could.
I placed the tip of my tongue on his huge dangling scrotal sack and began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly. I heard him moan, and I was proud of myself for being so good at licking his balls the very first time I tried. I switched to the flat part of my tongue and licked until his balls were soaked with the hot saliva dripping from my tingling taster. My mouth was filling with drool, and I used the extra spittle to get his balls all wet and shiny. I sucked his balls tenderly. I licked and sucked at each of his swollen testicles one at a time. I placed my fingertips on the underside of his softened cock shaft and pushed the tip upward so that the head was pressed against the bottom of his leather jacket. I could feel the veins on the underside of the stem throbbing. They were pumping blood into the cock. Even though it had only been a few minutes since the handsome biker shot his sperm into my cunt, he was getting another boner. What a man!
I could feel his cock getting longer and harder by the second.
I cupped my left hand under his balls and opened my fingers.
I clutched as much of the huge wrinkled bag as I could. Not the whole thing. No matter how much I stretched my palm, some of the bag spilled over the sides of my hand.
Lorenzo began to move his powerful hips. He was panting once again and I could tell that it was only a matter of seconds before he had another full-fledged erection. The tip of his cock worked upward on his belly and I could feel the throbbing from the underside of his dick on my fingertips getting steadily more intense.
I moved the tip of my tongue to the base of his cock where the blood from my popped cherry had gathered thickest. It was already brown, hard and crusty, so I had to stiffen my tongued and pointed its tip to flake the blood away. I licked his cock until it was as clean as a whistle. I flicked the tip of my tongue up and down the underside of his cock. I allowed his dick to come away from his belly so I could roll my tongue over the huge glans. I played with his piss hole. I ran my tongue all the way around the ring of tissue at the base of the blue acorn. I then opened my mouth as far as I could so I could suck him. I took his cock in my mouth and he began to move his hips back and forth. I squeezed his balls with my left hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock shaft with the other. My finger almost went all the way around the girth of the pole but they didn't quite make it. If my fingernails were long the tips of them would have been pressing into the heel of my palm. I pumped that hand up and down the shaft of his dick as I sucked, and I found that I had to rock back and forth with my head and shoulders in sync with the movements of his masculine lower body to keep the handsome biker from ramming his awesome log of cock meat right down into my throat!
I have since learned to take cock in my throat.
But at the time the thought scared the shit out of me.
Somethings I took to quicker than others when it came to sex. I guess it is that way with all little girls, huh, Doctor? But we eventually get around to trying everything.
Sooner or later.
I have no idea how long the blow job lasted. Honest.
It seemed like a long time, but I didn't have a watch-and I wasn't about to look at it even if I did.
His hips movements became increasingly frenzied as I made his tension rise.
I pumped his cock harder.
I gripped his balls snugly.
Suddenly I was intensely curious to find out what his come tasted like.
I loved the feeling my mouth had when he throbbed against it.
His cock head felt very, very smooth on my aroused tastebuds.
I could feel his glans throbbing against the insides of my hollowed cheeks. I was making wet sloppy sounds. He was making louder and louder grunts. He jerked. I had to be very alert to keep his cock out of my throat. I kept my teeth out of the way so I wouldn't bite him. That wasn't too difficult. I have little teeth.
Then he tensed and I prepared to drink down his fuck juice.
I screamed like an animal again and shook all over violently.
He grabbed the back of my head and squeezed at my skull very hard.
I couldn't see, but I'll bet you anything that he was squeezing at my head so hard that all of his knuckles had turned white. Come exploded out of his cock. I could feel the hot stream splashing into the back of my throat. It rolled gracefully down my throat into my stomach. I wrapped my lips around the base of his cock head very hard so I would be able to keep all of his semen inside my oral cavity.
I sucked him dry.
When he was through all of his muscles relaxed and he released his grip on my head. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and licked him clean. A couple more drops of fluid oozed from the little hole in the end of his rod and I cleaned them away efficiently with my eager taster.
"Do I get to hang out with the Hackers now?" I asked.
There was a sincere hopefulness in my shaky voice as I spoke.
I looked up at him-still kneeling-with wide-eyed respect.
"Not yet," he said.
"What else do I have to do?" I asked him. I was a little nervous.
I had no idea how far the cruel biker was going to take things.
"If you fuck one Hacker, you have to fuck them all," he said.
So he allowed me to put my clothes on and we left the warehouse.
The gang had gathered at their clubhouse, which was in a sleazy neighborhood.
There they stripped me and tied me spread eagle on my back to a bed.
They all fucked me-in order of their seniority in the gang.
I don't know how many of them there were. I don't know how many spurts of cream shot into my opened hole that day.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Monica M. AGE: Twenty-four
INTERVIEW ONE
Monica is a pretty redheaded housewife from Staten Island. She learned of the preparation of this volume from another patient, and volunteered to be a participant. In most cases subjects are gathered by fetish from already recorded interviews. This case was unique in that the woman came to see me specifically to have her story recorded.
She was a rather tall woman, with a slim model's figure. Her face was picture perfect, and it did not surprise me when she told me that her picture had once been on the cover of FASHION ELITE magazine.
Her complexion was perfect without the many freckles that most redheaded women have. Her breasts were small but high and her hips were round. She had very long legs, this factor enhanced by the sexy dress she wore when she first came to visit me last Spring.
The dress was very tight and enhanced her hourglass figure. It clung tightly to her loins and her lips, and was slit in the side to show off her legs as she walked, or when she crossed her legs while sitting in the easy chair across from my desk.
She spoke slowly in a throaty voice-and it did not surprise me when I saw that she was a chain-smoker.
Her high heels were very tall and spiked. They matched her dress. She was wearing a little too much make-up for my taste, and there were gold earrings dangling from her lobes.
Monica had a nonchalant, rather blase attitude toward life. She had married a very rich man at twenty-one, and had not put in a day's work since.
Her life had been one of leisure, and one can only see the events in her tale as symptoms of the ennui that inactivity has spawned.
. Her fingers were very long. Her nails were long, neatly manicured, and painted a deep red color. Her skin was clear, and her face appeared almost polished, it was so smooth. Her eyes were large and set far apart. They were dark brown orbs, and they looked just a touched bloodshot when she appeared in my office on that Monday morning-making me wonder if she were perhaps high on marijuana or hungover. Either this is a symptom also, or merely false conjecture on my part. There is always the chance that the woman is naturally lethargic in the morning-as are many people used to sleeping in.
In retrospect I should have concentrated more greatly on arranging afternoon-or even evening sessions-for Monica, in hopes that this would make her more responsive.
Yet she had volunteered so I let her go on. She tells a story in a uniquely vivid manner. The transcipt is far more interesting than her delivery. She had a sleepy habit of talking in a droning monotone. In print, what she was actually saying emerges more clearly than upon re-listening to her tape.
Hi, Doctor. You know, I wouldn't have bothered you, but I heard that you were writing about bondage. That happens to be a subject that I know something about. And there are times I think I don't know very much. I have always known how to fuck And it has gotten me places in the world. I had an uncanny ability to know who to fuck. I managed to profit on all of my lovers in one way or another. I don't think I did it intentionally. But I do have to admit that I find powerful men sexy.
I lost my virginity to a photographer while I was in high school.
He saw me walking down the street and called me over. Of course, I had always been told by my folks that I shouldn't talk to strangers, but there was something about this guy's face that made me trust him. Maybe I should say there was something that made me want to trust him.
He was a hunk.
A hunk and a half.
In a very business like way he did not beat around the bush. He told me that his name was Steve and he wanted to do a portfolio of me.
I told him to fuck off, figuring it was a line. He handed me his card.
"I'll pay you a hundred bucks for an afternoon's work," he said with a grin.
"Deal," I said.
"You will do nudes?"
"If they are tasteful," I said.
"Of course. I am an artist. Not a pornographer. These pictures are going to be exhibited in museums, not magazines," he said to me. I went for it. We went to his studio and he was very gentle and patient with me. There are a lot of things about modeling that most people don't think about. It is a lot like being an actress. I had an aptitude for it, but I think that Steve had a lot to do with bringing that aptitude out in me.
I was no virgin. I wasn't a tramp either, but I had dated. Nowadays if you date you fuck. What else is the point. I never had to worry about getting pregnant. Mommy took me to the doctor for my prescription when I was first starting to get my period.
Naturally, he seduced me. I wanted him to. He wanted to. He knew I wanted him to. The second he finished taking pictures he approached me from the rear and wrapped his arms around me so that his fingers were on my nipples. I shivered and pressed backward against him. My mouth fell open as he fondled my breasts.
He could feel the bulge in the crotch of his trousers rubbing against my ass. I was glad that he had a boner. I figured there would have had to be something wrong with him if he was still limp after taking pictures of my naked body for an hour and a half. He took me into a back room where there was a cot and he sprawled me on my back. He kissed my mouth, sucked my neck, licked my nipples, sucked those rosebuds, kissed my belly. He stroked my thighs. He sucked my pussy!
He licked every nook and cranny of my cunt. He worked his fingers in and out of both my cunt and my asshole. He licked my clit for a long time and finally I sat up in the bed and screamed as the great waves of pleasure ripped throughout my rather lanky form. The man pulled down his pants hurriedly and pushed me down onto my back. I spread my legs for him. I lifted my feet way up in the air. I drew back with my knees so that my seething pussy would be at a better angle for that all important initial penetration.
I was getting really wet down there. Of course he had helped by slobbering all over my smelly twat!!!
I have a rather pungent pussy. Some men like it. I'm not unclean or anything. What can I do. I smell like a real animal when I get horny. I can fill a room with my pussy musk!
His cock was long and thick. Fully erect. He entered me slowly. I thought that he would never get his dick all the way in. He filled me to the brim. I stretched open to take him. We fucked very slowly. He moved his hips as much from side to side as he did up and down when we first began. My movements were with him all the time. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck. He plowed me deep and he made me come with a violent shudder. Steve rapidly increased the pace of the fuck and shot his sperm was up in my hole past the mouth of my womb.
That was the only time we ever fucked.
But I remember it as if it happened yesterday.
I signed a model release form, not noticing the sly smile the handsome guy no doubt had on his face as I scratched my name with a ball point pen.
There would be no art exhibit.
I was in the January 19 issue of YOUNG AND PINK magazine.
As it turned out the joke was on Steve. He is no doubt still in that cruddy little studio trying to pick up high school girls.
Me. I got job offers. Steve must have been burning when he told the advertising agencies that yes, he knew how to get in touch with me, and they told him, no we won't be needing your services.
I began a steady successful modeling career that earned me close to $500,000 over a two year span. I did no more nudes, and I was Kicky enough not to have my career blemished by any scandals over how I got my start. You won't tell, will you.
During that two year span I went out with many men, some of whom were executives in large corporations, all of which had clients I was advertising.
I was quite a whore. I would do anything to get a job. As you can tell by my income, I scored each and every time I went out. I learned to be very kinky. Every guy has his own thing, and I learned them all. I took dick in my throat. I got fucked up the ass. Did you know that the president of the Company only likes women for the hole they have in common with men? Weird, huh?
But I didn't get into bondage until I met my husband. He was so dominant and so powerful that he sucked up my will within hours of meeting me.
He is a sadistic bastard.
And I can't help but love him for it! We met at a wild party. His name is Marvin. This party was on the verge of turning into an orgy. The party was up in Westchester County. There was skinny dipping in the pool. There were a couple of groups of three all necking with one another in one comer of the living room. I had never seen anything like it. I had been to a lot of parties, but everyone had always managed to keep their clothes on before this. Marvin was a late arrival and the second I saw him I began to wish things did get out of hand. The second I saw him I wanted his cock. I didn't care if he was the poorest man east of the Mississippi River! He was such a powerful aura that I was enveloped by it almost immediately. He smiled when he saw the passion that was breaking out in the room. Then he looked at me and his smile disappeared. Our gazes riveted. I could feel my heart pounding.
He approached me with the epitome of self-assurance.
He took my hand and we sat together on the couch. We introduced ourselves and he told me that he was the millionaire son of a millionaire.
I figured I had to be the luckiest woman on the face of the Earth at that point. He told me that he hated parties like the one we were at, and I built up my courage before I suggested leaving together so we could be alone. Marvin thought it was a splendid idea, and we took a wild ride at about ninety miles an hour through the country roads of Westchester County in his red Alpha Romeo convertible. We got to his house very quickly. He lived alone, except for his servants, in a huge mansion overlooking the Hudson River-which had been an even nicer location before Amtrak had re-routed its tracks across one edge of the property.
He took me to his plush bedroom. The bed was gigantic and oval shaped. There was quadrophonic sound. Marvin had three TV sets!
One wall was all books from ceiling to plushly carpeted floor.
"Now you are mine," he said.
"For as long as you want me," I replied.
"You will obey my every whim," Marvin exclaimed.
His eyes were still riveted on mine and they seemed to burn into my brain. My will was sapped. I wanted to serve him. Domestically. Sexually. I didn't care. I didn't care if I never saw another photographer again. As it turned out, I didn't.
"To give you pleasure I will do anything," I said.
"You think. You don't know. You will have to be trained."
"Teach me. Teach me unadulterated subservience," I said.
"Yes, take off your clothes. You will now be bound and whipped," he said.
He placed his finger on his chin and mused for a moment.
I now know he was deciding whether to use a crop or a cat to beat me.
I felt a strange tingle all over my body. I wanted the beating. I wanted to be trained. I knew that he would fuck me after he whipped me, and that would be reward enough to justify any punishment.
I wanted to be bound.
I had a lust for rope!
I wanted to be whipped. I needed the pain as much as I needed the pleasure.
It was a sudden change-or perhaps not. Maybe I had always had the masochistic yearnings in my soul. Perhaps Marvin was merely a catalyst for my slavery.
I noticed that there was a metal bar around the sides of the oval bed, with notches. I knew then where he would attach the ropes. I stripped for him and he looked sternly at me as I got naked. I could not tell whether he was impressed or not by his facial expression. Only the huge bulge in the crotch of his pants betrayed his lust.
Once nude I got on the bed on my belly. Without being told I stretched my arms out to my sides and parted my thighs as far as I could.
He moved quickly.
Soon my wrists and ankles were bound tightly in rough hemp. It hurt. I liked it. I liked the feeling of helplessness. There was absolutely no way I could get free. He could do anything he wanted to me. And I knew I would always beg him for more. Maybe he was a hypnotist. I had never considered that possibility before.
Marvin decided on the riding crop. My bondage was stringent. I was roped immobile. He stood beside the bed and didn't say a word. I turned my head and strained my neck so I could see his face as he beat me. It was clear from the look in his eyes that his sadism and his lust had merged into a single entity.
He held the riding crop in his huge right fist and raised it over his head.
His back teeth were clenched.
His lips were pulled back over his front teeth in a sneer.
There was fire in Marvin's eyes. He brought his strong right arm down as hard as he could and I heard the sound of the crop against my ass before I felt the pain.
The crop he used was just like the one a jockey would use to whip the haunches of his mount during the homestretch of a thriller out at the flats.
I could tell that my ass cheeks were going to be striped with angry red welts by the time he was through with them. The pain was horrible. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. My homiess got worse with my tears. You have to beat a woman until she weeps before she can really enjoy the subservience of it all.
Some sex masters, I have heard, are not sincere, and hold back from hurting their women too much. That has never been a problem with Marvin.
I should know.
I am his wife.
I know he balls other women. But its not the same with them, I am sure.
He knows how to pull my trigger better than any slut he picks up.
He whipped across the backs of my knees a couple of times and I could hear him laughing evilly because he knew my pain was particularly sharp there. My body tensed and shivered with each and every blow. He beat me so hard I knew that I would have trouble sitting for a couple of days without the help of a pillow. But I have to admit that the pain changed as the whipping continued. It began to feel warm.
And good.
Each strike of the crop sent signals to my cunt.
I could feel my pussy flesh swelling to full capacity.
I was drooling my natural lubrication on his oval-shaped bed.
I knew that there was a wet spot on his bedspread between my legs.
I could feel the rope biting into the flesh of my wrists and ankles.
I could not move my fingers or my toes, soI forgot about them.
My ass was singing with pain, and there was an itch inside my cunt.
I also noticed a similar yearning at the mouth of my bowels.
My anus had become aroused. I felt in need of deep buggery.
I had never felt that way before. I had put up with ass-fucking.
But I always preferred the more natural way, if you know what I mean.
Marvin was teaching me many new things about my sexual potential.
He beat me until he bored with it. He was pleased that my screams of pain had become moans of pleasure. He was pleased that I had been trained so easily.
He tossed the whip aside.
He untied me, flipped me over onto my sore ass cheeks and re-bound me to the bed on my back. He took off all of his clothes so that I could see him naked for the very first time. I was not disappointed.
Marvin is tall.
Six three.
He weighs two ten.
All muscle. His hair is black yet his eyes are blue.
His skin is tanned even in the winter, since he is frequently on holiday. I went with him on his many tours of the tropics for about a year. Now I stay home. It gets to be exhausting. I have to admit that it doesn't seem very exciting anymore. It had been a long time since I have had the energy to do very much. I think there is something wrong with a woman who is hooked on seven different soap operas.
Don't you?
He became tender with me at that point. I had seen his cock long enough to tell that it was a full nine inches long and as thick as I had seen. I was very excited. I couldn't help but think how good it was going to feel when he rammed that huge dick into my pussy.
He got on his belly on the bed and placed his head in between my legs.
My poontang felt as if it were going to gush at any second.
My love button was throbbing hard at the top of my pink twat.
The pubies along my outer labia were soaked with cunt juice.
The crack of my ass instantly became lubricated with the stuff.
Marvin began to kiss and lick at my loins and he tugged my pubies with his teeth.
My legs were wide apart.
My folds of pink twat flesh were parted naturally.
He licked and sucked my cunt until I burst into orgasm.
Then he climed right up on top of me so he could ram my cunt with his big dick. I felt like I was going to come in anticipation as that huge cock head pressed against the mouth of my cunt hole.
INTERVIEW TWO
As Monica never had much to do, there was no problem arranging for her to return the following day. She would have continued but her time had run out and there was another subject in my waiting room-which I knew from the little light flickering on and off on top of my large wooden desk. A signal from my receptionist. There are no clocks in the-private office because they tend to be a distraction.
She was wearing a completely different outfit the following day-but just as expensive as the first. She seemed even sleepier and more lethargic.
She wasn't disgruntled or upset, but I thought at times she was going to nod off in the middle of her sentences. Though the transcript of the second interview is not very long, the interview itself seemed to go on forever.
Where was I when I left off? Oh yeah. My first night with Marvin. There he was, hovering over me. He pressed the head of his cock against the base of my spread slit. My pussy was opened so that it looked like a slab of raw meat!!!
"I want your cock so very badly," I said to him in a low voice.
His hands were flat on the bed on either side of my head.
"Tell me how much you need me," he said sternly. Tensely.
He had arched his back and lifted his handsome head.
My nipples were very hard and protruding from my firm little tits.
I remember that my breasts felt swollen. They were throbbing.My boobs looked to be exactly the same size as usual.
But they felt as if they were ballooning outward from my chest.
In reality they were a little flattened because I was on my back.
He thrust downward with the tensed muscles in his ass and drove all of his cock into me with the very first stab of his awesome spear!
I felt him throbbing beside my womb. I clutched him with my internal flesh. I squeezed that huge dick with my hypersensitive pink innards. I could still feel the painful throbbing in my ass and the backs of my legs from the welts the riding crop had left, but this discomfort was nothing compared to the roar of pleasure I felt in my cooze when he rammed that nine inch pole home!
He began to fuck like a ram-rod. In and out. He pushed and pulled at my inner labia. He rode my cunt high so he could stroke my clit.
He drove pleasure into my loins. Each downward stab took me to a new pitch of sensation. Higher and higher I went. I felt like a rocketship on the lauching pad counting down-one count for each stroke of that wonderful cock-toward blast-off.
Three.
Two.
One.
I came blissfully, and I knew he could feel the convulsions inside my molten honey pot caressing his rock hard meat like a thousand magic fingers!
His muscles tensed. His back arched more sharply than before.
He lifted his head a little further and I looked at his throat.
The muscles in his thick neck were so taut they protruded.
I could see that his face was drawn back with his pleasure.
He could no longer pretend that he was as cool as a cucumber.
The orgasm he gave me was the best I had ever known.
For a moment the room spun around and I thought I would pass out.
Now you have to admit, Doctor, that is some kind of come!
Marvin worked himself up to a peak, but not before I came many times.
He made my orgasms snap off like rapid machine-gun fire.
I could feel wave after wave of bliss roll through my body.
I was charged with electricity. I felt my brain crackle.
My spine was electrified by repeated lightning bolt strikes.
I could feel his cock driving so deep into my pussy that I wouldn't have been surprised if the pole had come out of my mouth.
Then he stopped fucking. My cunt gripped the base of his turgid meat-.
He leaned forward and moved his hips from side to side very fast.
He was grinding my clit with the top of his cock base.
That made me feel as if I were climaxing twice simultaneously.
The man quivered above me and I felt his dick doing a dance.
He squirted his sperm inside me as I writhed against my bondage.
We came at the same time, enhancing the power of both releases.
I could feel my pink hole being filled with his thick fuck juice.
He always did have plentiful quantities of silver seed!!!
I could feel my spasming pussy muscles drawing his dong.
I tugged him and sucked him with my exploding nether mouth. Then he fell on top of me and I could feel my nipples against his chest.
He kissed me hungrily and untied me so we could curl up together and fall asleep.
I moved in a week later and within ninety days we were wed.
The passion has never faded between the two of us. It has gotten to the point where having sex with Marvin is the only thing I can think of.
As you have probably figured out by now, sex between us has gotten even kinkier and more bizarre than it was that first night we were together. You might say that the evening of our meeting was foreshadowing for the events to follow. I now can't even think about getting my rocks off unless I am whipped and tied. I have to pinch my nipples and tweak my pussy lips until I cry before I can make myself come during appropriately named sessions of self-abuse.
On a number of occasions, Marvin has tied me down in the basement and left me that way overnight. He knew that I would be grateful and loving when he returned to fuck me and free me.
He has even performed several operations on me. Both of my nipples have been pierced, and one of my labia. Naturally, he uses nothing to kill the pain. He knows that he can make my cunt squirt with pleasure by causing me agony.
To tell you the truth I was disappointed with the nipple-piercing.
They weren't nearly as painful as I might have hoped them to be.
Not so the labia piercing.
I guess that was the most divine agony I have known in my long career as Marvin's masochistic sex slave.
I'll never forget it as long as I live. It happened about three months ago. There is a section of the basement of the mansion where we live called the Torture Room.
It is a bleak place-like something you might imagine from a black and white horror film made in the thirties.
It is lit indirectly with blue light which gives everything the creepy hue of a terrible nightmare.
The center of the room is dominated by a huge slab table. The table of pain. At the four corners of the table are cuffs to bind my wrists and ankles. The insides of the cuffs are metallically toothed to bite into my flesh.
Hanging from the ceiling of the torture room are skulls dangling oh strings. I have never had the courage to ask Marvin where he got them. I don't even know if they are real or not. They look real. I don't ask Marvin a lot of questions. In our special kind of relationship I speak only when I am spoken to.
Marvin bound me on the torture table, locking the four cuffs around my wrists and ankles as tightly as he could get them. I quickly lost sensation in my fingers and my toes. My elbows and knees were straight. My legs were spread. Marvin did not explain what he was going to do to me, but I got the idea when he fetched rubbing alcohol, a thick golden needle, cotton balls, and a gold ring.
He set these items on the torture table between my spread thighs.
Marvin rubbed alcohol onto my pussy.
Even that alone was enough to make me squirm and cry. Ladies, if you are out there, don't be putting alcohol on your cunt. Bad move.
Unless you are into that sort of thing. Who am I to judge.
Marvin then grabbed my right inner labia in between his right thumb and forefinger. Being left handed he gripped the golden needle in his left.
The needle had already been sterilized. Marvin was always careful to avoid infection when the torture sessions actually ripped my flesh!
He pulled the inner lip outward from my crotch until the flesh was tight.
I could feel great big tears welling up in my dark brown eyes.
The tears eventually reached the saturation point in my orbs.
I could feel the trickles of saltwater running down the sides of my nose.
This is my real nose, by the way. Some think it a chop job.
My smooth cheeks were stained and shiny from my tears.
He moved slowly.
Deliberately.
He teased.
Marvin is an excellent sex master, as you know by now.
He is smart enough to know that dread is an intrinsic part of torture.
"The needle is a little blunt. I hope you don't mind. It may take me a little way to get it all the way through the flesh." He laughed. He was having a very good time. I could feel all of the blood draining from my face and I could tell that I was turning as white as a sheet.
I broke out in a cold sweat.
I whimpered and whined pathetically, like a wounded puppy, from my terror.
He began to push the tip of the golden needle into my flesh. I hollered at the top of my lungs with the pain--the worst I have ever known. The wound did not bleed as much as I might have expected. There were only few drops of blood dripping from the wound. He pushed until I could actually lift my head and see the lip push out on the other side. There was a sickening ripping sound as the neddle broke through. He pushed until half of the needle was on either side of the lip. The thickest part of the needle was encircled by my cunt flesh.
He worked the needle back and forth for what seemed like a very long time so that he could be sure the hole did not close up on him when he pulled the needle out before he had a chance to insert the tiny gold ring there-just like the rings I already wore in both of my nipples.
He pulled the needle out. He put the ring in.
Then he unchained me and flipped me over on my belly. The cuffs were put back on before the feeling had a chance to return to my hands and feet. He mounted me from the rear. He had one hand on either of my ass cheeks. He pulled the buttocks apart as far as he could get them so that the skin in the crack was stretched tight and some of the puckers in my tight sphincter muscle were smoothed.
His cock head moved to the asshole. My anus burned. He stabbed downward. My asshole opened until gaping. He thrust the entire length of his cock into my bowels and reamed me as hard and fast as he could right from the very first stroke, fucking me so hard in my nether eye that I thought he was going to rip my asshole right out of the crack of my ass. But he made me come in this fashion nonetheless and I loved him even more after it was all over. When he shot his cream into my bowels he released my bondage and allowed me to take a hot shower so I could douche and get the blood out of my cunt.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Stacy T. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
I could tell the second Stacy entered my office that she was from a rich family. Though still in high school the little girl had the aura of wealth. There is an unquestionable vibration given off by those who know they will never have to work for a living.
She was wearing a very stylish outfit that showed off her feminine charms. She could have easily been a senior in college rather than high school.
Stacy had pitch black hair that spilled in thick waves over her shoulders. Her oval shaped face was dark and her eyes were almost black. Her large oval eyes had an exotic beauty, making me think that she was of mixed background. I was later to learn that Stacy's father is a Malaysian.
Mother is Italian. Her nose is thin and straight and her lips are full. She is very beautiful, yet her eyes, when she spoke with me, were dulled with sadness. I knew soon after the interview began that the little girl had recently been through a traumatic experience.
She spoke with affected vowels and often tilted her head to one side as she spoke so that her hair fell over her large breasts.
She got right to the point and told her tale of incestuous lust and bondage efficiently.
My problems all started about three weeks ago, and I'm starting to think that my life is never going to be the same.
First I had an affair with my own sister, and then I was raped by my mother with an artificial cock.
Now I don't think I will ever be able to have a boyfriend without remembering the horrible things Mommy did to me that night. The worst part of all is that she made me like it. It makes me feel like weeping with shame just to hear myself saying it out loud.
Let me tell you how it all began. I had better back up a little bit before you think I belong in the loony bin or something. I thought you would have a divan for me to stretch out. I guess that's only in the movies.
I live in a penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. I live with my Mommy, who belongs to social groups but holds no job, and my Daddy, who is the President of----. There is also my older sister, Marcy, who looks a lot like me. She is in her first year of college so she is only home for vacation, as she was three weeks ago when this all happened.
It is a big place. I guess the apartment is bigger than some of the suburban homes I have seen-even in the ritzier sections of Long Island.
We have two floor of a large brownstone to ourselves. The bedrooms are upstairs. I sleep with my sister-at least I did-in the littler of the two bedrooms at the east end of the hall.
Mommy and Daddy sleep way over at the other end. A very long ways away. That fateful night we didn't think that Mommy would hear us in a million years. But there I go jumping ahead of myself again.
Like I said, Marcy was home on vacation. She goes to school Upstate.
Daddy was away on a business trip. Daddy is frequently away. Maybe that is why Mommy is such a bitch all the time. I don't think they have sex any more. It seems like years since I have seen my Mommy and Daddy show any affection toward one another.
Marcy and I were alone in our room. It was a little past midnight and we were both in our beds with the covers tucked up under our chins. I was on my back looking at the ceiling and Marcy was rolled onto her side so she could see me. The blinds were open so the room was lit by the streetlight outside.
"Tell me what college is like," I said. Marcy and I had always been best friends. We told each other everything. I loved her very much. What happened that night still seems natural to me. If only Mommy hadn't-
"What part would you like to know about?" Marcy asked.
"Got any boyfriends?" I asked.
"Stacy, are you in the mood to hear dirty stories?"
"Uh huh."
"God, you would think we are still thirteen and eleven."
"But telling dirty stories is better now than then."
"Why is that?" Marcy asked, pulling a pillow up under her chin.
I rolled so that I was looking at her. The truth of the matter was that I was feeling very horny. I was stroking myself under the covers as I talked to Marcy. My legs were spread and I was running my fingertips gently up and down the insides of my thighs.
"Because now you know what you are talking about," I said.
"How do you know?"
"Because you go to college. You must be wild!" I said.
"Okay. I'll tell you the weirdest thing that happened to me."
"Yeah, yeah!" I said.
And so my sister told me all about this night she found herself in a bar with two brothers. She was very coy and flirted with them both. During the course of the night she sucked one of them off and got laid by the other. She told me how big their cocks were and how good it felt when they fucked her hard and fast, taking her from the rear, ramming her throat, whatever. The point is that I was squirming by the time she was through.
"My," Marcy said. "You must be soaking wet over there."
"You can tell, huh?" I asked sheepishly. She laughed.
"You look like you are hotter than a pepper sprout," she said.
"Do you remember when Mommy used to let us take baths together?"
"Stop. Before you say anything to embarrass yourself. I have one more thing that happened to me at school."
"What?" I asked eagerly. I could feel my panties getting wet with my pussy drool. I was rubbing the insides of my thighs together. I felt like flipping over on my belly and grinding my tender loins against the sheet.
"I had a lesbian affair," she said.
"With who?"
"My gym teacher."
"Cliche," I said smugly. But I could feel my nipples burning.
"I'd like to have another," she said. Her voice was lower.
She spoke no louder than a whisper and my clit throbbed.
"Yeah?"
"Uhhuh."
"With me?"
"I want to lick you all over and suck your honey pot until you shiver and explode," Marcy said. Well that was it. I thought my clit was going to explode.
"Yes, please," I said, getting out of bed. I thought that crossing over to her bed was only the polite thing to do.
She pulled back the covers. I was wearing my panties and a short nightie.
She pulled the nightgown up over my head and tossed it to the floor.
I got on my back on the center of her bed and lifted my ass.
Marcy slowly worked her tiny fingertips under the tops of my panties.
She lowered her head to my crotch as she pulled the panties off.
She sniffed at my poontang and I drew my knees so she could slip the panties all the way off, over my seductively pointed toes.
She left her own nightgown on at first. She cuddled up next to me and we turned so we were facing one another. We are the same size, and all of our parts matched up as we pressed together. We could rub our pubic patches and nipples together at the same time. We eventually criss-crossed our legs so we could use our thighs to rub at the other's quim.
Our mouths came together.
We kissed wetly.
Very sloppy stuff. Our lips were all wet and slippery from the sweet spittle we shared during that sweet sensitive incestuous embrace. You can't tell me there was anything wrong with what we were doing. It felt so good.
It couldn't be bad!
Marcy kissed delicately at the side of my neck. She stimulated my jugular vein orally. She licked my ear lobe.
Marcy explored the inside of my shell-like ear with the tip of her bold and curious taster. I shivered.
I could feel the goose pimples forming under my arms. I could feel my clit aching maddeningly in my cunt slit.
Marcy kissed my face gingerly. She even licked like a butterfly might at my gently closed eyelids. It felt great.
We squirmed as we pressed together. Marcy began to stroke my legs so I pulled away from her a bit and parted my thighs.
My older sister lightly caressed the back of my legs and then my ass. She ran her middle finger in the crack.
She touched my asshole and that intimate anal caress felt a lot better than I thought it was going to.
She was awakening me sexually. It had been a long time since I had had sex. You see I had a boyfriend, but things didn't work out, and I sort of got out of the social habit. But that's a whole different story and I don't have time to tell it.
She kissed my breasts.
She licked my nipples.
She sucked my tits as hard as she could and I could feel the feminine erections at the tips of those boobs growing larger than they had ever been before. You can see that I have big tits. My sister has nice jugs on her as well. Our nipples get very hard and stiff when we are super-horny, and they grow to be long, sticking out from the tit almost a full inch.
Marcy licked at my belly and sniffed my pussy again. I wrapped my legs around her shoulders so that my heels were against her back and her face was in my cunt. She managed to get her fingertips on the outer lips of my pussy. She pressed hard enough to pucker the flesh and pulled the lips apart slowly until the many folds of pink flesh within had separated. She then placed the tip of her tongue on the inch long patch of mucous membrane between my asshole and the base of my cunt. She hummed to let me know how much she appreciated the flavor of my cunt juice. She flicked down to my rectum and then up and down the outer lips of my cunt. She licked alongside my love button but she never let her wiggling tongue make direct contact with the center of my womanly pleasure. She wanted to bring me up to climax slowly so that my release would be especially spectacular. You know the deal. She flicked at the outer edges of my inner cunt lips and then stiffened her tongue so she could stick it right up inside my fuck hole.
I felt myself on the edge.
The edge of bliss.
Ecstasy.
Marcy could tell this too and she placed the tip of her right forefinger at the very top of my slit, just above my pulsating little man in the boat.
She pressed against the semi-circle of flesh that serves as my clitoris' foreskin and then pushed upward toward my pubies. In this manner my older sister pulled the sheath off of my erection so that my entire clit was exposed and vulnerable to her tongue's caress.
She then placed the tip of her tongue directly on the love button as lightly as she possibly could and she only left it there for a fraction of a second.
Marcy pulled the tongue away. The caress had been the most subtle she could muster yet the sensation it spawned was enough to make my loins jerk upward. I gurgled in the back of my throat and let out a deep groan. I could feel myself becoming a sexual being again. All of my orgasms for I don't know how long had been from my own hand. I realized once again that being touched by another is a thousand times better than touching myself.
Marcy placed the tip of her tongue on my clit and kept it there.
She pinned down my loins with the palms of her hands.
She licked at the fiery bulb with reckless abandon at that point.
I burst into orgasm and let out a long deep cry of pleasure.
I didn't try at all to hold down the volume of that scream.
Like I said before, I didn't think Mommy would ever hear me.
Marcy began to suck and lick at my love button at the same time.
I could feel my body become rigid and shake like a tuning fork.
The pleasure was fantastic. I felt as if I had found Heaven.
Little did I know that my Shangri-La of incestuous bliss was about to become my Hades of fiery incestuous Hell!!!
I can't go on. I am going to have to finish this at another time. The rest of the story isn't very nice and I don't think I have the strength to get it out.
INTERVIEW TWO
Stacy returned later in the week to complete her story. She was dressed in another fashionable outfit. This time, however, I noticed that she had unbuttoned two extra buttons at the top of her blouse so that a good portion of her long deep breast cleavage was clearly visible. She found several excuses during the course of the interview to lean forward, making it very difficult for me to maintain eye contact with the pretty black haired girl. She was being distractive on purpose, but her reasons for this behavior did not come up.
When I left off last time I was going to tell you about the awful thing my Mommy did to my sister and I.
She burst into the bedroom just as I was finishing my orgasm. Marcy still had her lips around my clit.
Mommy ran into the room furiously and grabbed us both by the ears. She yanked us right out of the bed.
"You little sluts. You need to be purged of your evil in the name of God!" Mommy screamed. This wasn't like her.
The sight of seeing her daughters in sexual embrace like that had been too much for the woman. She snapped. .
She went temporarily crazy or something. I think she might have ruined my entire life in the process.
She dragged Marcy and I into the upstairs bathroom and made Marcy sit on the toilet seat and watch. Whatever she was going to do, she was going to do it to me first.
Mommy left the room for a minute.
"We are in deep trouble," I said. I had never been so frightened in my life. My heart was in my throat and my stomach felt as if it were filled with about a thousand insects all trying to crawl out.
"Tell me about it," Marcy said. There was terror in my sister's eyes. I could tell that she was just as frightened as I. She had turned very white, which is pretty damn pale considering how dark Marcy's complexion is ordinarily.
Mommy returned with a piece of rope. She ordered me to stand in the tub and turn so that I was facing the shower nozzle. She ordered me to cross my wrists on the nozzle and then tied them there. The shower head was so high that I had to get up on my toes to do this. With my hands bound tightly over my head there was no way I could lower my heels to the white porcelain basin without pulling my shoulders out of their sockets. The muscles in the backs of my legs began to ache right away. To make matters worse Mommy made me push my feet apart as far as I could in the tub so that the cheeks of my ass would separate. Mommy made me part my thighs intil my anklebones were pressed snugly against the sides of the tub. She then moved to the dirty clothes hamper on the other side of the tiled bathroom. She rummaged around inside. At first she pulled out a pair of soiled panties. She sniffed them, smiled, and threw them back in the hamper. She had her arm elbow deep in dirty laundry when she found what she was looking for. The enema bag. She placed the rubber bag in the sink, rinsed it off, unscrewed the cap and filled to it to the brim with steamy hot water. She attached the bag to the pole that held the shower curtain and began to smack my ass cheeks until they were very red from the abuse and there were tears in my eyes. I noticed there was a clamp on the hose dangling from the bottom of the enema bag to keep the water from spilling out prematurely. I tried to imagine all of that water fitting up inside my bowels. I could tell that it was going to hurt like hell. And Mommy made it very clear that she was going to beat the shit out of me if I shit out any of the water before the bag was empty and she said that it was okay. The nozzle at the end of the hose was thick and made of plastic. It was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base so that it would lock inside my sphincter. Mommy pulled my tender round ass cheeks as far apart as she could get them and ran the tip of the plastic nozzle up and down the crack of my ass with the other hand. She found the anus and pushed the plastic phallus into the hole deeply with a single flick of her wrist. She then removed the clamp on the hose so that the hot water began to run up into my bowels. Naturally, my first urge was to shit the water right back out again. I quickly had to learn which muscles to relax and which to tense to accomplish the feat. The seemingly impossible feat. I could feel my bowels filling slowly. Mommy slapped Marcy around sadistically and called her every name in the book as the rubber bag emptied. I looked down and I could see my belly bloating outward. I felt like I was going to explode. At one point I thought there was no way I could hold any more water so I strained to look back over my shoulder at the rubber bag and was horrified to find that it was only half empty. I cramped. I felt agony like none I had ever known before. My legs ached. My arms ached. I thought that my bowels were going to explode at any second. But somehow I did it. I took all the water. Near the end I was chattering my teeth with my agony. Mommy paused even after the bag was empty before she pulled the nozzle out of my asshole. She maybe only paused two seconds but it seemed more like ninety to me, considering I thought I was going to die of internal bleeding at any second. Mommy pulled the cork out and told me that it was okay to release. I clamped down on my internal bowel muscles all at the same time and relaxed my tight tube of sphincter muscle at the mouth of my rectum.
My anus blustered comically and I made a humongous farting noise a fraction of a second before the huge geyser of stained water shot from my nether eye. My water pressure was so intense that the water splattered against the wall at my rear. Mommy quickly released my hands and I fell into the tub, swimming in my own shit water. Mommy laughed. I was allowed to shower off and I had to sit on the toilet and watch as Mommy did the same thing to Marcy. Marcy failed just before the bag was empty and Mommy slapped her face so hard that I think she lost consciousness for a couple of seconds. Then we were both taken into Mommy's bedroom. Once again I was the one to be punished first. I was tied with rope to the bedposts on my belly with my legs spread open. Mommy went to the closet and pulled out a shoebox that she kept at the very top. She opened it up and pulled out a rubber cock equipped with an elastic belt at the base. She could wear it around her hips as if it were a real prick. The base of the fake dick had little bumps on it that fit over her clit. She wasn't going to fuck my pussy with that log. Oh no. What was the enema for if she just wanted to fuck my cunt. She was going to thrust the eight inch log of hard black rubber deep into my asshole, and she didn't care if she tore me up in the process. Mommy didn't even use anything to lubricate the back door violation. She was going to take me up the poop chute with that spurious cock while both the pole and the hole were as dry as a bone!!
Once again Mommy pulled my ass cheeks as far apart as she could.
She moved so that the tip of the cock was in between my buttocks.
She found the asshole quickly and moved her hips back.
When the shaft of the pole was at the right angle she began to push.
I knew that my asshole was being asked to open further at that moment than it had ever been opened before.
I could tell it was going to hurt like hell.
"Now that you have been purged of your evil, you must receive the deep penetration of the Power of God!" Mommy called out. I could feel my asshole start to open.
My puckered sphincter muscle lost all of its puckers as the hole was forced open until gaping. That dildo was bigger than anything I have ever pushed out of that hole.
Take my word for it.
"Please Mommy, don't do this to me," I said. Marcy had been tied to the desk chair. Her wrists were bound behind her back and her ankles apart. There was a gag in her mouth.
She was weeping.
Marcy's eyes looked horrible. I could feel my anus tearing.
The flesh had given away. The head of the ebony pole pushed up my butt.
I could feel a trickle of blood running into my cunt flesh.
She pushed down as hard as she could. The base of the dildo must have been pressing her clit flat.
"Have mercy on me," I cried. The pain was horrible. I could feel the tip of the blunt rod pushing past my sphincter into the flesh of my bowels.
"Only Jesus knows mercy," Mommy said.
She wasn't making any sense. She was on a religious mission to bugger her daughters, apparently. I could feel my asshole relax completely and the tip of the pole moved inside my bowels faster. This is the part that is most difficult of all to talk about. I began to like it. I could feel a fiery itch of lust forming deep inside my cunt and the itch was about to be scratched by the tip of that rod. When she struck that magic spot at my smelliest core, I let out a sharp cry, and I guess both Mommy and Marcy could tell it was an exclamation of pleasure rather than pain. I guess-to be more accurate-I must say that it was an exclamation communicating how pleasure and pain feel when you can't tell them apart any longer.
She pushed the dildo all the way into my ass-opening other wounds in there. She tore my flesh-but not badly. I had no wounds after the incestuous lesbianistic sodomy that did not heal quickly.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" I called out. Mommy laughed and then moaned. I guess she was feeling serious twinges of sexual pleasure in her clit. No wonder Daddy spent a lot of time away on business trips. Can you imagine being married to a woman like my Mommy? I hope not.
I could feel my ass turn into a seething pit of womanly desire-as if had been transformed by my hopelessness and despair into a nether tighter pussy.
Mommy began to fuck.
She made my ass come with her reaming. I could feel the orgasm making my bowels open and close, and she moaned as it were really her cock inside me as I spasmed. I could feel my bondage biting into my flesh.
I screamed and this time there was no doubt that it was in ecstasy. I didn't say anything that made sense, but it was clear from the things I babbled that I wanted Mommy to fuck my ass as deep and hard as she could. She steadily increased the pace of the ass fuck as she went along and finally got herself off by rubbing her love button on the little rubber pimples at the base of the ebony spurious dick.
Mommy left the pole inside my ass for a long time even after her come was over. She basked in her afterglow and I could feel her hot breath on the back of my neck, where the little black hairs were standing up on end.
She finally pulled out. I felt like I would never be able to take a crap again. I guess that it was good that I had the enema It stretched and relaxed those tissues ahead of time. There is no telling what it would have been like if she hadn't dumped my bowels full of hot water first. Mommy untied me and rolled me off the bed. All I could do was lie there on the floor and moan. I felt as if I would never be able to cross my legs again.
She untied Marcy and bound her to the bed while I was bound and gagged to the chair. As I sat there watching my sister raped in the ass by my mother I could feel a trickle of blood coming from my asshole.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Bernadette L. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Bernadette looks much older than sixteen. She has a mature body with large breasts and a curvacious fugure. She is a rather tall girl-standing approximately five foot seven.
Her hair is dark brown and hangs down past her shoulders. Her clothes were old and threadbare. I correctly assumed when the teenager first entered my office that she was from a poor family.
I wouldn't find out until she began to speak just how poverty-stricken her upbringing had actually been.
Her skin was well tanned, as the interview took place in the late summer, and her tee-shirt, which had holes in the arm-pits, was badly faded by repeated washings and exposure to the hot summertime sunshine.
The little girl sat with her head and shoulders pressed firmly against the back of the easy chair across from my desk. She stretched her long legs out in front of her and kept her knees apart as she spoke.
I don't think she was being seductive with this posture. It was a simple ignorance. Bernadette didn't have the slightest idea how one behaved like a lady.
She was polite, but I could tell that she had not had an influential female in her life. It was clear that she had spent most of her formitive years exclusively around men.
I could tell that she was from out of town.
The girl constantly seemed in awe of her surroundings.
She spoke slowly, and had the slight drawl that comes with a rural upbringing.
Golly, Doctor, I'm not at all sure where to start. I love getting tied up before I get fucked. Explaining why might take some thought. I've never given much thought in the past. I always thought that it was a simple matter of taste.
Some things a person likes, and some things they don't. I like getting roped down to a bed with my legs spread apart. But now that I think back on the subject I guess I was forced into the matter. And it all didn't start that long ago either.
I live in a old shack in the back woods of Pennsylvania, near the town of Bradford, which isn't far from the New York border, near the mouth of the Genesee River.
My Mommy died when I was little.
I barely remember her.
I never had no brothers or sisters. I was always an only child, and alone with Daddy. Life was hard, on account of Daddy never being able to find a job and all.
He is a mean cuss.
Drunk most of the time.
He used to be very mean to me-but I always forgave him. I knew that he didn't have anyone else in the whole wide world that he could take his frustrations out on.
I guess it was only a matter of time before his punishment became sexual. I wasn't even a virgin when he did it. I lost my cherry in a hay loft up the road to a neighbor boy. I never worried about stuff like being chaste, like they said I was supposed to in church. I had a hard time believeing that sex was a sin, no matter what my religion told me. I figured that anything that felt as good as that had to be good and natural to do.
I guess my Daddy used to punish me even when I hadn't done anything wrong. Like I said, he just like to get his aggressions out on me. He had spanked me frequently, and once he had locked me in his closet overnight. I used to dread taking my report card home from school. Unless I got straight A's it meant I was going to get a whipping. Well, it was a few months ago when things finally got out of hand. I came home one Friday night from a party and Daddy was very mad at me. I had beer on my breath, and there was a mark on my neck that Daddy could tell came from a love bite.
I was very embarrassed when he pointed it out angrily. He started calling me every nasty name he could think of. He slapped me across the face and I ran into" my room. I wasn't quick enough. He was in my room with me before I had a chance to slam the door in his face.
"So you have been putting out to every fucking boy in town, is that it?" Daddy screamed. He is a large man, and still very strong in spite of the length of time it has been since he has put in an honest day's work.
"No, Daddy, it's not true. I was just necking, honest," I said. I could hear a note of panic in my own voice. I curled myself up in a ball in the center of the bed. I could feel myself getting soaking wet with sweat. I began to shiver-to shake like a leaf. I could feel my heart pounding. At the same time I noticed an ache in my pussy. I told myself I should be ashamed.
But I couldn't help it.
Daddy was making me horny.
I couldn't deny it-not even to myself!!!
"So now you are going to give a little honey to the old man!" he screamed.
I could feel the tears welling up rapidly in my eyes.
I thought about struggling and running away from him.
But there were a couple of reasons I didn't struggle.
One was that I knew he was strong enough to subdue me.
The other was that I secretly wanted him to fuck me.
I guess that nature had stepped in and told me what was right.
I no longer paid any attention to the man-made rules I had learned.
I paid attention only to my body-and the way it craved Daddy.
I wanted his meat. I wanted his cock deep inside my cunt.
Daddy grabbed the front of my shirt and tore it right off my body. He licked his lips and his eyes went wide as he looked at my big tits. I would wager that Daddy never got to see too many tits in the last decade or so. As far as I know, he hasn't been with a woman since I was little. And that is a hell of a long time to go without getting your dip-stick wet. I had been lying about only necking that night. Things had gone a little futher than that. I had given one guy a blow job and had let another lick my cunt until I came. So I felt that I deserved the punishment Daddy was going .to give me. You know-for being such a slut and all.
Daddy roughly grabbed my tits with both of his hands. He had the palms of his hands over my nipples and he had his fingers bent and stretched apart. He pressed his fingertips into my tit flesh so hard that he was hurting me a little bit. I began to squirm on the bed. But I wasn't squirming because I wanted to get away. I was squirming because I could feel the sexual desire in my loins growing rapidly.
He pinched and pulled at my nipples.
"I am going to fuck you harder than you have ever been fucked before," Daddy said to me. He lowered his head so that his mouth was very close to my ear when he spoke. He made an evil hissing sound as he spoke from between his clenched teeth. I shivered and I could feel the gooseflesh forming all over.
"Daddy, please don't do this to me. I swear I have been good. Please don't punish me," I said. But I guess we both could tell by the tone of my voice that I was being insincere. I guess both Daddy and I knew by that time how much I wanted his dick.
I could feel my nipples getting very hard by that time.
They burned.
They throbbed.
Daddy pinched harder.
Tears fell down the sides of my nose and stained my cheeks.
"Take off the rest of your clothes. I'll smash your face in if you don't," he said. His face was very red and he was beginning to pant like an animal.
I sniffled away my tears as best as I could and kicked off my sneakers. I pulled off my socks and unbuttoned the top of my jeans. I wish that we had enough money to buy brand new tight jeans like the girls I go to school with wear. My pants are all old and they don't fit me properly. I'll bet that guys would like my body even more than they do already if Daddy had a job and I could afford nice duds.
I pulled down my pants and my panties at the same time. Daddy then ripped off his own tee-shirt and tossed it aside. I was anxious to see Daddy naked. I have to admit that I had spent a lot of time wondering what Daddy looked like when he was naked. After all, we lived alone together, and a little girl is allowed to fantasize about anything she wants to. Right?
Daddy whipped out his prick and I could feel the blood rushing fast and hard to the moist delta between my thighs. I pulled my pants and panties all the way off over my pointed toes. I have very long toes. They are the sort of toes that make it easy for me to pick pencils up off the linoleum kitchen floor with them.
Daddy's cock was big!
I could feel my mouth water.
His cock was fully erect. He was just as horny as me. Daddy grabbed four large red paisley farmer's handkerchief's from the top drawer of his dresser and used them to tie my ankles and my hands to the four corners of the bed. He then knelt with one knee on either side of my head. I was looking straight up into his crotch. I could see that the head of his cock had turned a deep purple color with its engorgement. The skin that covered the head of his prick was stretched very thin and smooth, making the glans look as if it would burst if he got any hornier than he was already.
His balls hung low.
His testicles were swollen.
"You know what to do," he screamed. He was still very angry, but his hominess was starting to take over. He was right.
I did know what to do.
I strained to lift my head from the bed so I could get to his cock and balls with my mouth. I had to swallow frequently to keep from drooling.
I parted my lips.
I stuck out my tongue.
I placed the tip of my tongue at the base of Daddy's drooping scrotal sack and began to flick back and forth as fast as I could. I could sense all of his muscles tensing and I heard him make a deep groaning noise in the back of his throat. The sound seemed to rumble all the way up from his belly. He shivered and I could hear his panting get worse.
He breathed faster.
Harder.
Daddy lowered his ass closer to the bed so that I could get my tongue on the base of the wrinkled sack that held his swollen testicles with less difficulty. I used the flat part of my tongue to lick at his balls. He leaned forward and placed the palms of his hands flat on the wall at the head of tha bed. He lowered his loins so that I could easily get at both his cock and balls with my mouth.
I sucked his balls. I licked his dick.
He moved so that the head of his cock was pointing directly at my mouth. The cock was very thick. It was the biggest prick I had ever seen. It was certainly bigger than any of the dicks on the boys around town that I had been with in an intimate way.
Much bigger.
I relaxed my jaw and opened my mouth very far. I concentrated on keeping my lips curled over my teeth. The skin at the comers of my mouth was pulled taut. Daddy rammed the head of his cock into my mouth and I began to suck. I had my lips gripping tightly at the base of his cock head and I kept my tongue busy at all time. I rolled my tongue over the smooth stretched skin that covered the head of his cock until the entire glans was covered with hot spittle, and then I used the very tip of my pink taster to flick back and forth very quickly and lightly across the swollen lips on either side of the little hole at the very tip of his awesome pole of flesh.
He swooned.
He moaned.
Daddy began to work back and forth with the lower half of his body so that he was starting to ram the tip of his spear into the back of my throat. I could feel myself begin to gag painfully and fresh tears welled up in my eyes. When those tears dripped down my cheeks they followed the same tracks already put there by my fear weeping when Daddy first began to punish me.
My pussy was swollen.
Wet.
I could feel my clitoris becoming fully engorged with the blood of my arousal at the top of my poontang slit. The clit was aching maddeningly and it was protruding from under its foreskin. The clit seemed to be moving back and forth in its nest in sync with my racing heartbeat as it throbbed with increasing intensity.
I could feel the natural lubrication welling at the base of my pussy and I knew that soon I would be lubricating the crack of my ass and making a wet spot on my bed in between my spread legs. I couldn't bend either my elbows or my knees. I was glad that Daddy had used something soft like my cotton handkerchiefs to tie me up. I thought that he was being nice. Now I realize I like to be bound cruelly, but I didn't know enough about my own sexuality at that point to realize it. Now I know I like to be tied with thick rope so that my flesh is bitten into during the bondage process. This may be hard for you to understand, Doctor, but I like sex better when I am actually in a great deal of pain. I guess there are all sorts of people in the world. This just happens to be the sort of person I am.
Daddy rammed his cock deeply into my throat. My gagging pleasured him. Each time I gagged the muscles inside my throat tensed and squeezed at his dick.
Then I heard Daddy's moans and groans getting louder in pitch. I could tell that he was about to shoot his cream. He pulled back with his hips so that the head of his cock was out of my throat and in my mouth. I could feel his cock head spasming against the stretched insides of my lips and my cheeks. Then he shot. It wasn't even the first blow job I had given that night, but there was part of me that felt as if I were swallowing a man's seed for the very first time. The bluish-white cream filled my mouth completely, and I had to swallow very hard before the stuff had a chance to turn into gelatin. It slithered down my throat. It tasted salty and a little alkaline.
I sucked his cock until his orgasm was through.
Daddy sighed and pulled back slowly with his tight hips.
The head of his cock popped right out of my mouth.
In spite of his cock's girth, I hadn't bit him once.
He grabbed the base of his rod and yanked his tool a couple of times.
I could see two or three droplets of come ooze from the tip.
I kept my mouth open and extended my tongue tip one more time.
I caught the watery fluid and he was quite pleased. He began to crawl down toward the foot of the bed. He played with my tits. He sucked and licked at both of my nipples. He sucked at different sensitive spots on my lower belly and on the insides of my thighs.
Then he began to lick my cunt.
I couldn't believe how good it felt.
I was in Heaven.
He licked my pussy thoroughly and brought me to orgasm slowly. When I did come, I relized that my sensations were more intense than anything I had ever known before.
Daddy licked and sucked at my clit.
He worked his fingers inside my pussy.
My ass.
My ass and my pussy simultaneously. My face was very red and I was thrashing my head from side to side with my unadulterated bliss. God, it felt good. And I knew that the sensations were nothing compared to the pleasure I would know when Daddy began to ram his stiff one in and out of my needy hole of womanhood.
My feminine pleasure would get greater before it diminished. I could tell. I was not appeased by the clitoral orgasm Daddy gave me with his lips and his tongue. When he ate my pussy he did not satisfy me.
Not at all.
The come only made me feel like getting fucked that much more.
I could think of nothing but the craving deep inside my pussy.
I was glad that Daddy had tied me to the bed before we did it.
I knew that I would want to be tied up for sex every time from that point on.
INTERVIEW TWO
As Bernadette was from out of town, I arranged things so that she could return to finish her story the very next day. I was not surprised when she returned wearing the exact same clothes. I got the impression that they were the only set of clothes she owned-a suspicion substantiated by the little girl's statements during the first interview.
She did not seem very happy. She was just as nervous the second day as she was on the first. I understand that a visit to New York City can be quite a mind-boggling thing for a teenage girl who had never been out of the hills of Pennsylvania before.
I want to start right where I left off. Daddy had just finished eating my pussy, and I was yearning more than ever to be impaled by his huge cock meat.
Daddy pulled his face out of my pussy. I had gushed when I came and I could see right away that his handsome face was all wet and slippery from my juices. I knew that my cunt was going to have no trouble taking him.
I was thoroughly engorged and soaking wet with my natural lubrication.
I was ready.
That is an understatement. Daddy got up on his hands and knees on the bed.
I quickly looked under his belly to check out his dick.
I smiled when I saw that he was once again as hard as a rock.
Daddy grabbed his own cock and squeezed the log a couple of times.
He yanked it, just to make sure he was as stiff as possible.
He fell on top of me and my breasts were crushed against his chest.
He lifted himself up so he could move more freely, and I could feel the head of his cock throbbing against the top of my thigh. I wanted to buck up and down wildly with the lower half of my body as my lust grew quickly. But I couldn't. The bondage held my ass cheeks firmly against the bed. I guess that was why it was so exciting. The more I was not allowed to do, the hornier I got. I felt like a slave or something. Maybe there is a part of all females that wants to be a slave. I hope so. I would hate to think I was peculiar or anything like that.
Baddy ran the tip of his prick up and down my cunt slit.
He stopped at the mouth of my pink hole and pushed down.
I wanted to slam my loins upward against him. I wanted the entire length of his prick up into my belly. I wanted my cunt stuffed hard and fast.
But Daddy wasn't going to give me what I wanted.
Not yet at least.
He pushed his cock into my cunt as slowly as his incestuous passion would allow. It must have taken him five minutes to get all nine inches up inside my poontang. It seemed like that long anyway. I could hardly breathe the whole time and I was drenched in sweat.
Daddy rubbed his pubic bone against mine.
He pushed his hips upward so that he stretched the top wall of my love tunnel and rubbed the base of his pole against the fiery ball of womanly pleasure at the top of my slit.
My clit.
Daddy worked his hips in a slow circle and then began to pull out. He pulled out only an inch or so and then rammed back down again. I gripped the base of his cock with the mouth of my quim. His cock head was stretching at the back wall of my pussy. I could feel my cunt getting larger to take him. I was being stretched further than I had ever been stretched before. I could feel my anxiety rising. I knew that he wasn't going to have to work that dick in and out of my seething hole for very long before I would feel the orgasmic convulsions rifling through my bound body. I was glad that Daddy had not gagged me. It was difficult enough to breathe as it was. I was taking very short breaths very close together. I wasn't getting enough air. Yet my horniness was such that I could fill my lungs completely with fresh air no matter how hard I tried.
Daddy pulled out a little further with his dick the next time.
He pushed in hard, and my cunt made a sloshing noise, like galoshes through a mud puddle on a dirt road in the rain. I cried out with pleasure. I thought that I was going to begin to come but my pleasure stopped just short of the brink. I didn't tip over. Daddy pulled his cock almost all the way out of my pussy. Only the tip kept my inner cunt lips open. He slammed down with his ass. He gave it everything he had. He drove the orgasm directly into my brain with the tip of his awesome pole. I screamed.
I strained against my bondage.
I wailed with my absolute pleasure.
It is hard to put an orgasm into words, Doctor. I don't know if it feels the same for men and women. I don't even know if I come the same way as other girls. I only know how I feel. It's almost like electricity. It's like his cock is shocking my cunt, and driving the waves of changing atoms rolling up my brain, through the base of my skull, and outward toward my toes and fingertips. There are times when I can feel my scalp trembling over the top of my skull as I come. This orgasm was humongous, and I learned a lot about my personal sexuality during the few seconds I knew that bliss. I screamed very loud and Daddy chuckled. It was clear that he was very pleased with himself. He had found a punishment that I enjoyed, and he was behaving as if that were his goal all along. He didn't know that the bondage was turning me on just as much as the knowledge of the taboo we broke. The size of his dick had a lot to do with it also, but mostly it was the stringent bondage. Since I have fucked boys while tied with rope, and sex has gotten a lot better. I have more of it too, now that I know how good it is to be rendered helpless before plowed brutally with rigid meat.
Daddy began to fuck very hard from that point on. I found that it was harder than usual to wiggle my fingers and toes, but that was normal considering how tight the knots were around my wrists and ankles.
Daddy made me come again and again. He fucked very hard and then rammed his nine inch prick all the way into my cunt. He buried his face against my neck and I could feel his teeth bared against my skin as his lips pulled back over them. Daddy shuddered violently.
His cry was muffled.
But his ecstasy was clear.
I could feel his cock spasming and growing even larger against the stretched walls of my internal cunt.
Then I could feel great gobs of hot sticky semen splashing against the taut back wall of my poontang.
Daddy spilled his second load of cream up inside my pussy and then pulled his prick out of my hole. He untied me.
"From now on, every time you fuck a local, you gotta fuck me too," Daddy said. I purred at him and writhed on the bed seductively when he untied me. But he didn't respond. In fact, the man acted as if I was disgusting.
He stomped out of the room. I have never confessed to fucking anyone else so Daddy and I haven't fucked since that first time.
But now I ask boys to tie me.
I need the rope for pleasure.
Sometimes they beat me, but they get carried away.
I like a little whipping, but not when the pain gets too bad.
I am more of a submissive than a masochist, if the two are indeed distinguishable. I don't know for sure.
The local boys all know about me by this time. It would be an understatement to say I have a reputation.
Sometimes I am forced to "entertain" two or three of those boys at the same time That is a thrill.
I know what they say about me.
I know they don't respect ma.
But they weren't going to respect me anyway.
To them I will always be a piece of poor white trash, you see.
At least this way I get to have a little fun.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Audelia G. AGE: Twenty-seven
INTERVIEW ONE
Audelia is a Puerto Rican girl born on her native island. She moved to the Lower East Side of New York City when she was a little girl. Though she still speaks with an accent, her mannerisms have been thoroughly Americanized.
She is a bit older than the other subjects included in this volume. She chose not to talk about her past in detail. Instead she told me all about her fetish-oriented sexual world. Her story is of recent experiences. One can tell the second they meet Audelia that she is a very experienced woman.
She has a very shapely body-and it did not surprise me when I read in her file that she had once been employed at a waitress at a restaurant operated by the country's most famous men's magazine.
She had very long black hair that was full and shiny. Her eyes were bright and aware, and she had pouting lips that were lipsticked a deep red color. She was naturally dark and tanned even darker. Her eyelashes were long and black. They had been mascara coated so that their tips curled upward. Her cheekbones-which were naturally high-were pushed further upward with carefully adminstered rouge. She wore dangling earrings and a very sexy dress. Her breasts were large and her waist was almost amazingly slim. Her dress was tight and showed off her round, firm and shapely legs. She wore high heels. Her fingernails were long and painted a deep red color. The same was true of her toenails, which pushed at the toes of her stockings. Her ankles were trim and her calves were rounded. She wore black mesh stockings with a seam up the back.
Audelia spoke rapidly. Like machine-gun fire.
I found that I had to listen very carefully to absorb it all.
She behaved as if she were under some sort of stimulant.
The words were coming at me a mile a minute. I did not envy my secretary's task of transcribing the tape-especially since the tape recorder did nothing to mask the woman's accent.
She did not beat around the bush and got right to the point.
I want to tell you about this wild sex party I was at last week.
I have always been heavily into sex. Ever since I was little.
The kinkier the better, as far as I am concerned. I love it all.
The party was at a sex club not far from Times Square. The name is unimportant.
It was the owner's birthday so the place was closed for a private party.
I was a regular there and naturally I received an invitation.
I have always been popular with the other swingers around town.
People who operate sex clubs love open-minded women, you know.
The problem is usually that there aren't enough women to go around.
When I am there, I am enough to go around, if you know what I mean.
The more the merrier. I like to get fucked
"I got three old buddies that want to fuck you at the same time."
"All three at once?"
"Uh huh. While you are tied up," Nathan said. He swallowed half of his beer in a single swig and turned his head as he belched.
"Wow."
"Can you handle it?"
"I can do my best," I said.
"Groovy," Nathan replied. He gestured toward the other end of the bar and I saw three guys smile and begin to approach. I smiled two. They were all very handsome and hung like horses. I was getting horny just thinking about having three cocks ramming inside my body at the same time.
I kissed Nathan on the lips and then turned so I could be introduced.
"Paul, Tommy, Donny, this is Audelia," Nathan said.
"Pleased to meet you," Donny said.
"I want the ass," Tommy added.
"Pussy," Paul said.
"I'll get sucked off by those lips any day," Donny said.
I began to think about the bondage part of the triple fuck.
I wondered how they were going to do it so they could get at all my holes.
I told myself that such things were none of my concern.
They were my absolute sex masters from that point on.
How they decided to bind me was their responsibility.
Tommy took me by the hand and led me up to the stage. The lights dimmed.
Nathan introduced me from a microphone at the bar. At first only a part of the crowd paid any attention.
There were people getting fucked all over the bar. It was amazing. What a hot scene!
I guess there were people doing it in every possible combination.
But I was the only girl to take three dicks at once. I was special.
The men spread out a mat on the stage floor so we would all be more comfortable.
Tommy-obviously an ass man-had brought lubricating jelly.
Their cocks were growing hard in anticipation as they got prepared.
The bondage was to be the job of Paul, who had a small leather bag.
He unzipped the bag-which looked like one a doctor might carry.
You know, back in the days when you fellows made house calls.
He pulled out three pieces of thick rope and grabbing my wrists.
Donny kicked my ankles so that I fell down to my knees.
Paul pulled both of my slim wrists behind my back sharply.
He tied them together with the thick rope as tightly as he could.
I could feel the rough rope scraping at my wrist flesh.
I love that feeling. I could feel my pussy begin to drip.
Tommy placed a large bare foot against the center of my back.
He pressed directly between my rather sharp shoulder blades.
I arched my back and leaned against the balls of his feet for a second.
Then he kicked forward so that my forehead struck the mat and my ass rose in the air.
Paul circled to my rear and pushed my feet upward toward the backs of my thighs. This stretched painfully at my muscles and I let out a sharp cry of pleasure. I knew the crowd would like it if I really screamed aloud each time they hurt me.
The crowd was heavily into S and M. That was just the sort of club it was, if you know what I mean.
I flopped onto my belly.
Then Donny got on his back on the mat beside me. He stretched his long legs out straight in front of him with both his knees and his ankles close together.
His toes were curling and straightening rapidly, I noticed.
His cock was sprawled on his flat rock hard belly.
The tip of his prick was pointing at his handsome head.
Donny reached down and began to stroke the underside of his cock.
Paul finished binding my feet to my thighs. I was in terrible pain.
He then lifted me and set me astride Donny so that I had one knee on the mat on either side of his hips. I could feel the underside of his cock shaft touching the outer edges of my swollen and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
I managed to lift my chin from his chest enough so that only my throbbing hard nipples were against his muscular chest. Paul lifted my loins and Donny grabbed the base of his own cock shaft. He held his prick in his right fist. He raised the tip from his belly and touched it to my snatch. He covered his cock head with natural lubrication from my drooling cooze and then pushed that bulbous purple glans toward the base of my slit so he could push it up inside. He began to press his cock head against the mouth of my fuck hole. I opened very wide to take him, and I could feel the desire in my loins and the pain in my legs merging into a single sensation.
He pushed upward with the masculine lower half of his body.
Paul had one hand on either side of my hips. He lowered me on the prick.
I felt the tip of the pole working very deep into my cunt.
I could feel the inner folds of flesh opening to take him.
My flesh separated with the penetration. I was filled with his throbbing manhood.
I could feel our pubic patches come together snugly. He was all the way in.
My pubic hair grows very neatly.
Those who don't know it is natural think that I trim my pubies to make them grow that way. But that isn't true.
They grow in a perfect inverted triangle, coming to a point just above my clit. My pubies look like a downward pointing arrow, pointing at my cunt.
Tommy wasted no time getting started once his buddy was inside me.
I could feel Tommy's hands on my ass cheeks after Paul let go of my hips.
Tommy began to massage my buttocks firmly and I moaned.
I could feel a tremendous burning in my asshole by this time.
There was a deep craving inside my bowels. I needed brutal reaming.
I knew that there was only a thin wall of flesh between my bowels and inner cunt.
That wall would be stretched even thinner by the double penetration.
Tommy pulled my ass cheeks open very far with his left hand.
Paul helped by removing the cap on the lubricating jelly.
Tommy scooped some jelly onto his fingertips and put it on my ass.
I could feel his slippery middle finger pushing up inside my bung.
Tommy stuck his finger up my ass as far as he could get it and then wiggled it around, so that I was moaning and writhing as much as my bondage would allow. My chin slumped back onto Donny's muscular chest.
Tommy lubricated his cock.
Then he mounted.
He used both hands to keep the cheeks of my ass pulled apart.
I could hear things getting quieter in the sex club.
More people were paying attention to the sexy stage show.
By the finish all eyes would be riveted on me and my men.
Many would wonder how I could hold so much cock meat.
Tommy had the biggest cock of the three, and he had chosen the tightest hole.
I could feel his massive cock head touching the crack of my ass.
My sphincter muscle felt puffy and swollen, just like my pussy.
I knew the two men would be able to feel each other's cocks.
Tommy moved the tip of his spear snug against my nether eye.
I could feel my rectum opening and closing with tiny spasms.
He tensed his own ass cheeks and began to push forward with his pole.
Tommy kept pushing until his huge cock head worked inside my anus.
My asshole was painfully stretched and I could feel my face contort.
I screamed very loud from the pain I felt in my asshole.
I felt like he was going to tear me apart with his huge dick.
It took that tight ring of muscle a while to relax, so that the deep reaming became more comfortable.
He was relentless.
It was clear that Tommy didn't care one way or the other about my pain.
But why should he? He was the master. I was merely the slave.
He was concerned solely with his own pleasure-and that was the way it was meant to be. There was a smattering of applause in the gathered crowd as they saw Tommy's cock begin to work its way into my asshole. Amazing. The patch of skin between the base of my pussy and my asshole was only a fraction of an inch long. That was how close the shafts of their cocks came from touching each other as they fucked. I was so tight that Tommy could not push inside very fast. The violation was patient, and it seemed like forever before it made it all the way in. I could feel both cocks throbbing internally. I felt like a fulfilled woman. Yet I still had another cock to go. Paul wasn't about to let me forget about it either.
I could feel my asshole gripping at the base of Tommy's cock.
They did not start to fuck.
I got the impression that the three of them had done this many times before.
They went about their roles as if they were well-rehearsed.
Paul moved to a kneeling position at the head of the pack.
Naturally, the handsome guy had a full-fledged boner.
His cock was standing at attention out in front of his loins.
The head of his cock was very thick. I could tell that I was going to have to open my mouth very far to take that cock head. I knew that I was going to have to drop my jaw until it threatened to lock in the open position.
His piss hole was opening and closing as if trying to speak.
The entire length of his erection was bobbing up and down.
I lifted my chin and straightened my neck. I wanted my throat to be easy to violate. I knew that I could take him. I wasn't worried. I had taken many cocks in my throat before. It had been years since I had gagged from having my face fucked. I relaxed my jaw and felt my nostrils flare as I concentrated on breathing exclusively through my nose.
He grabbed the sides of my head with his huge hands.
He adjusted his hips so that his cock head was inches from my mouth.
He threw back his broad shoulders and arched his back.
He lifted his chin and pushed his dick right into my mouth.
I could feel my tongue being pinned against the bottom of my mouth.
I could feel the massive cock head pushing deeper-then deeper-into my gullet.
He got his dick in my throat a lot faster than Tommy had gotten his cock up my ass. Finally all three cocks were all the way inside me. There was a kind of creepy hush in the night club, as if everyone thought that they were going to kill me by ripping me apart once they all began to fuck at the same time. I did feel like I was being ripped apart, but it was the convulsions of my multiple orgasm that made me feel that way. , I came right away.
And I didn't stop coming.
I thought I would faint from the potency of my physical joy!
INTERVIEW TWO
Because of scheduling difficulties, Audelia was not able to return to finish her story for almost three weeks. When she returned it was clear that she had recently been beaten up rather badly. She was using make-up to hide the discoloration on the cheekbone beneath her right eye. But no amount of make-up could hide the swelling.
She was wearing a pants suit that looked very smart on her. I still had no idea how Audelia made a living, but judging from the clothes she wore I would have to say that she was doing okay by herself.
She spoke just as rapidly the second visit. I was disappointed that she never bothered to explain how her face got in that condition. She began to tell me the remainder of her tale about that same night in the sex club at the private S and M birthday party.
Whew!
I thought I was never going to get to talk to you.
Three times I had to cancel appointments. I'm very sorry.
I really do want to finish the story I started. These things come up, you know. I hope you understand.
If you remember, I was telling you about getting fucked by three guys at the same time.
The three dicks were all the way in me, but they hadn't begun their natural in and out fuck motion yet. They all pulled out together, at the exact same rate. Again, I figured that they had done this to girls before. They stopped when all three dicks were almost all the way out of their respective holes. Then they rammed their meat all the way back in at the same time. I couldn't scream.
My mouth was full.
I came. In fact, it felt like I was coming more than once at the same tima I could feel a thousand hornets stinging my bowels with that cock.
I could feel my internal pussy flesh crawling all over Donny's cock.
My inner bowels were gripping and tugging and Tommy's pole.
I could feel my lips gripping the base of Paul's rock-hard phallus.
I was coming deep-vaginally. Then Donny wiggled his loins from side to side very fast and made my clit spasm-this merely enhancing the wonderful pleasure that was already there. Then they began to fuck me with a smooth steady motion. They pulled out together and they pushed in together. I could feel my asshole being pulled and pushed. The same was true of my swolllen inner cunt lips. I could feel Paul's cock seeking to drive its way all the way down into my belly. They gradually picked up the pace of the fuck and still kept their hip movements in sync with one another.
They really had their act together. Soon, all three were fucking with reckless abandon.
I could sense the crowd pushing forward toward the stage.
They all shot their cream into me at the same time as well.
The boys screamed in unison as their cream filled my mouth.
My cunt.
My ass.
My legs were badly cramped from the cruel way they had been tied.
I knew that I would have difficulty walking even after the ropes were removed. The circulation of blood in my long shapely gams had been all fucked up by the bonadge. My legs had fallen asleep-which meant that I couldn't feel very much pain in them anymore.
The men pulled their dicks from my holes the second they shot their seed.
I could feel semen dribbling out of my ass and pussy.
But those three guys weren't done with me yet. Their was another part of the act that I hadn't been told about.
They flipped me over on my back so that the weight of my body hurt my wrists and my legs.
"Open your mouth," Donny said.
I obeyed, of course.
And they all began to take a leak in my mouth. I swallowed the piss down.
I drank three bladders full before I was allowed to stop. Then they one at a time lowered their pricks to my face so I could lick the excess droplets of pee from between the swollen lips beside their piss holes."Now the fist!" Tommy said.
He reached into the black leather bag and pulled out a black leather glove.
The handsome man put the glove on his right fist. He opened and closed his fingers.
I felt real fear.
I wanted to cry.
His fist was so big. My cunt felt suddenly very tiny. They turned me so that my pink cunt was facing the crowd.
The crowd was eager.
They pressed closer to the stage.
Tommy knelt to one side and leaned over my abdomen. He stroked the insides of my thighs lightly with gloved fingertips. I love the feel of leather on my skin.
Tommy pushed his middle finger deep inside my cunt and I used my well-toned inner vulva muscles to squeeze on that pentrating finger.
My buttocks and loins were propped up by my legs, still painfully folded under and bound stringently in place.
He added a second finger.
Then a third.
Tommy pushed his pinky inside my noontang, stretching the flesh.
He placed his thumb against the center of his palm and pressed his fingers together. He moved so that he could straighten his right arm land get his shoulder behind the brutal violation effort. He began to press with all of his might and I screamed bloody murder as my pussy opened grossly to take his entire hand. He didn't stop pushing until my bruised inner cunt lips had closed around his wrist. He then slowly curled his fingers tightly to make a fist inside my abused cooze.
"NNNNOOOOOO!" I screamed.
I shook my head wildly from side to side.
The crowd began to roar their approval. I felt as if he were tearing me.
I was glad that he wasn't wearing any rings, if you know what I mean.
He began to twist his fist.
Then he worked his fist in and out of my pussy, pulling almost all the way out beore literally punching the fist back into my cunt. I was dripping a plethora of natural lubrication down into the crack of my ass and there was a growing puddle of pussy cream on the mat between my legs.
He made me come with his fist!
It got to the point where I was straining to thrust upward with my loins so that his fist would work even deeper inside my gaping pink hole!
Then he straightened his fingers and pulled out.
They untied the ropes that held me in place and allowed me to sprawl on my stomach on the mat. They massaged my legs and my hands so that the blood was flowing normally once again.
When I could walk I returned to the bar and Nathan bought me a drink. In fact he bought me about six drinks. A woman whipped a huge muscular man on the stage as we drank.
The guy was bound standing up with his arms over his head to a cross of wood. She whipped his back, his buttocks, and the backs of his legs. Then she strapped on a dildo and took her male slave right up the ass with it.
Nathan was horny and I figured I owed him something for his kindness.
If it weren't for him, I would never have been invited to the party.
I knelt between his knees and began to suck and lick at his balls.
His cock began to get very hard. I used my fingertips to pin his dick against his stomach.
I flicked my tongue up and down the underside of his throbbing stem.
I rolled my tongue lazily over his cock head. My cunt was sore, but I tried to push all thoughts of my discomfort into the back of my head.
That's the trouble with being a sex slave.
The orgasm lasts a few seconds, and then you have to feel like a little old lady for a few days from the abuse you absorbed. I guess it's worth it I wouldn't get my rocks off at all if it weren't for bondage!
I sucked his cock lovirjgly.
I sucked and licked at the same time."
I wanted him to come in my mouth, but he had other idea.
He told me to get on my hands and knees on Uhe floor. I did so. He knelt behind me.
The birthday boy pulled my ass cheeks apart and pressed his cock head against my asshole.
The hole had already been plowed once that nighjt and was loose.
He had no trouble getting his dick deep into my bowels.
As he reamed me he reached around my loins and diddled my clit. I could feel my ass and my pussy coming at the same time.
Again. What a party! Nathan drove his cock as deep into my ass as he could.
That reminds me of another party I went to not long ago.
It was in a loft down in the SoHo section of Manhattan.
There were people there that you have probably heard of.
Maybe not. You would have heard of them if you were hip.
There were rock stars, and people from the movie industry.
There were record producers and folks from the TV networks.
And they were all into kinky aez just as much as I was.
Soon after I arrived I latched on to a really handsome guy. i guess that always happens to me when I go to wild parties.
The guy's name was Martin and he was a guitar player.
He plays lead for a rock and roll band called The Spunkies.
I told him how much I was into bondage and his eyes lit up.
"Have you seen Bobby's play room?" Martin asked me.
He stood well over six feet and his shoulders were broad.
His hair was light blonde. I think he dyed it that way.
I could see darker roots emerging at Martin's scalp.
He took my hand. There were calluses on his fingertips.
I guess he got them from strumming his guitar a lot.
Martin led me upstairs to the play room and I was amazed.
The apartment was huge. We were far from the other guests.
The room was lit by black light and the walls were covered with posters.
Dangling from the ceiling was two ropes. I knew what they were for.
"Have you ever been bound upside down?" Martin asked me.
I silently shook my head from side to side. I got horny.
I could feel the blood pumping downward in my body.
That blood was rushing directly for my aching pussy.
I could feel my cunt getting slippery with anticipation.
Martin told me to lie down on the floor of the play room.
I could feel my nipples getting hard and erect with lust.
I stretched out on my back and Martin tied the ropes to my ankles.
He could tell that I was an intrinsic submissive sexually.
He knew that I did not want him to be gentle with me.
He ties the hemp around my ankles as tightly as he could.
I could feel the rough rope biting into my tender flesh.
My toes looked white in the purple light. That means they were purple.
Then Martin moved to a big crank on the near-by wall.
As he turned it, my feet were both lifted up in the air.
Martin cranked me up until my head was off the floor.
I could feel the blood rushing rapidly to my pretty head.
I could feel a pounding start in my right temple from the pressure.
Martin adjusted me so I was at the height he wanted.
I was naked. The ropes were far apart. My legs were spread.
Both my buttocks and pussy lips were parted by the bondage.
Martin stood before me and held me by both of my calves.
He lowered his head and began to kiss at the insides of my thighs.
He started at my knees and slowly kissed his way downward.
My pussy was boiling. My clitoris felt ready to burst!!!
Martin placed his nose close to my pussy and sniffed the snatch.
He liked the smell. He liked the flavor of my poon as well.
Martin tongued my asshole clean and flicked at my cunt's base.
He placed his fingers on the outer lips of my pussy and pulled them apart.
He began to flick his tongue at my sensitive inner labia.
He stuck his tongue out as far as it could possibly go.
He crossed his eyes and made his tongue tip pointy.
Then he drove his stiffened taster deep into my womanhood.
It felt so good that I thought I was going to die from joy.
He wiggled his tongue around inside my love tunnel playfully.
I could feel his fingertips running up and down my ass crack.
Martin got his middle finger on my bung hole and massaged.
Then he pushed that stiff digit deep into my asshole.
At the same time he pulled his tongue out of my pussy hole.
He placed the tip of his taster directly on my love button.
The handsome man dabbed lightly at my clitoris for a while.
Then he began to flick back and forth across the hot bulb.
Martin wiggled his finger around inside my sweet asshole.
He began to work the finger in and out of my nether eye.
He licked across my clit with the flat part of his tongue.
Martin pulled his finger out of my ass so he could concentrate on my cunt.
He flicked his tongue across my clit as hard as he could.
Then he wrapped his lips around the clit and the surrounding tissue.
He drew in his smooth cheeks at that point until they hollowed.
He sucked and licked at my clit at the exact same time.
He didn't have to do that for long before I was writhing with bliss.
I could feel my sexual tension growing in leaps and bounds.
He made me come magnificently!!! I exploded with pleasure.
I screamed at the tops of my lungs with my physical pleasure.
Martin licked and sucked until my orgasm was completely over.
Then he pulled his face out of my snatch and licked his lips.
I could see his handsome face wet with my poontang juice.
He walked over to the crank and lowered me back to the floor.
He untied the ropes from my ankles and whipped out his prick. I was not at all disappointed with his male genitalia.
He was hung like a horse. That was okay by me. I wanted it!
I wanted that handsome man's cock deep inside my aching cunt.
The orgasm had done nothing to satisfy my hominess.
I was hardly appeased. I still needed to get fucked long and deep.
Martin sprawled on top of me so that his cock throbbed against my belly.
He lifted his loins and used his hand to guide his prick.
He pushed the head of his dong against the mouth of my fuck hole.
I opened wide to take him. I had to stretch open to take him.
He didn't stop pushing down until his dick was all the way in.
My pussy lips were gripping his cock at the very base.
Then he began to fuck me as hard and fast as he could.
He plowed into me with reckless abandon from the first stroke.
I could feel his cock tip stabbing into my not lower belly.
He didn't have to ram into me too many times before I came.
I thrashed my head wildly from side to side with my bliss.
My long black hair was in my face, covering my eyes.
Black hairs were clinging to my cheeks-soaked with sweat.
He rode my cunt high, stimulating my clitoris directly.
He made me come more times than I could count before spilling his seed.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Humiliation. Degradation.
These are words most often associated with the bondage fetish.
As you have read in the included case histories, little girls who enjoy being bound for sex, also like to feel inferior to their male lovers. They enjoy the subservience.
They yearn to serve.
As one subject said so appropriately, "I no longer wanted freedom of choice. I wanted freedom FROM choice. I wanted to be stripped of all responsibility."
And here is the key.
Once the pressures and responsibilities of being a three-dimensional human being have been removed, these women are free to experience the physical pleasure that they might otherwise have stifled.
I plan to continue my research on this important sexual deviation.
