"I want you to drink my piss now, slave!" Mistress Sarah said in a voice that told the bound man she would not take no for an answer. He was on a plastic sheet, on his naked back and she stood straddling his head.
He was looking right up into the parted lips of her swollen wet pussy.
He opened his mouth as far as he could and watched as the dominatrix bent at the knees, crouching over his face.
"You will drink my piss down and savor the flavor before you swallow," Mistress Sarah said with a note of satisfaction in her voice.
The slave looked up at the little hole in the center of her pussy slash and heard his mistress moan and shiver as the urine began to spray out.
Mistress Sarah had a very good aim and the piss went right into the slave's mouth.
She laughed as she saw his adam's apple working to drink down the piss.
The slave needed this humiliation. Without it he did not feel like a real man.
And Sarah Warmflash, President of the Hastings Corporation, and one of the richest and most powerful women in the world, was just the one to dish it out.
CHAPTER ONE
WHACK! The savage cat o' nine tails came down with the sound of gunfire.
Harvey Reynolds let out a horrible scream of pain that echoed through the walls of the den of torture.
He could tell that yet another ugly welt had been raised on his buttocks.
But he also knew that he had been bad and he deserved to be punished.
He knew that Mistress Sarah would not stop whipping him until his back, his buttocks, and the backs of his legs were striped with welts.
He would look like a cross between a man and a red and white zebra.
Harvey Reynolds was part of a strange facet of society commonly referred to as the sexual submissives.
Mistress Sarah did not feel at all like she was being cruel when she whipped this man until he couldn't sit for a week.
She knew that he could not feel like a real man unless he was punished severely.
His mother had whipped him as a boy, and he had naturally learned to associate love and pain. Love and pain.
These were two things that were very important to Mistress Sarah. Without them, all of her sexual power would be greatly diminished.
Because Mistress Sarah, a.k.a. Sarah Warmflash, was a professional dominatrix, who had recently come into a lot of money and power.
She fully intended to use that money and power to make more money and power.
Mistress Sarah was not going to be satisfied until she was the most powerful woman in the whole world.
Sarah had done very well in the dominatrix game right from her first gig.
That was mostly because she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
She had thick chestnut colored hair that streamed, in perfect waves, over her shoulders and between her sharp shoulder blades.
She had the face of an angel. She even looked innocent when angry.
Youth made it easy for Mistress Sarah to look innocent.
Not many of the men she abused knew she was only nineteen years old.
She had come to New York City right after high school, already sure of what she wanted to do for a living.
Even in high school she was fully aware of the power she had over men.
She knew that she could not only use her body to get the things she wanted and needed, but her ability to use power and pain was much to her advantage.
She had gotten straight A's in high school by giving both her male and female teachers a little something that they couldn't get at home.
Bondage and discipline were her forte, and she became good at both by the time she was sixteen years old.
Sarah was not very tall, but she carried herself with her shoulders back, her chest out and her chin up high.
She had the illusion of being taller also because she almost always wore six inch high heeled black leather boots. The heels were spikes and looked ominously dangerous.
Those boots went almost all the way up to her knees and fit so tight that they did nothing to hide her shapely calves and ankles.
When she wore open toed spike high heels one could see that she had very cute feet.
Her toes were all very close to the same length and were a little chubby.
Her tiny round toenails were painted a deep red color that went very well with her milky white complexion.
Sarah had big brown eyes that danced even when she was angry.
Her eyelashes were long also and licked at her high cheekbones whenever she winked or blinked.
She had a tiny button nose that turned up a little at the end.
Her nostrils were oval and flared whenever she was whipping someone.
Her mouth was narrow, but her lips were full and sensuous.
They were ruby red even though she very seldom wore lipstick.
Her mouth always looked like she was pouting a little bit, and her clients had been known to say that she looked like she needed to be kissed very badly.
She was built on a small frame and there wasn't an ounce of fat on her.
Nor had there ever been a blemish on her fair skin.
Despite her petiteness her breasts were huge. They would have been large on any woman but they were especially amazing considering her height and frame.
And though her breasts were gigantic, they did not sag a fraction of an inch.
Even when she was not wearing a leather corset, as she did when she was working, her breasts rode high on her chest and stuck out straight in front of her.
They were round, and soft yet firm at the same time.
The nipples were large also, about the size of silver dollars, and they became hard and erect whenever Mistress Sarah was sexually aroused. Which was most of the time.
Those nipples stuck upward a little whenever she was feeling horny, and protruded far from the tip of her tits.
Sarah Warmflash had a perfect hourglass figure, which was accented rather than altered by the tight black leather corset she wore.
That corset defined the slim waist and the graceful curve into full rounded hips.
It pushed her breasts up even further than they would have sat naturally.
Just below the corset Sarah wore a frilly, black garter belt.
Attached to the belt at the sides were black fishnet stocking, which, in turn, disappeared into the tops of her boots.
She wore black leather gloves that went up past her elbow and clung very tightly to her fingers, her wrists, and her forearms.
Those gloves were so supple that she could pick up a dime with them.
When she was not wearing those gloves one could see that she had long fingers and very long fingernails.
She kept her fingernails finely manicured so that they were all the same shape and the same length.
She also painted them a deep red color, the same color she painted her tiny round toenails.
Her breasts, her ass and her pussy were all exposed by the outfit.
Sarah had known for a long time that she had the kind of ass that just drove men wild.
Even when she was in her early teens she liked to wear tight jeans so the men would look at her from behind.
She learned very early on to walk with her hips swaying from side to side.
She walked that way a little bit naturally, but she did it a lot more if she knew someone was looking.
Even when she was going to high school she knew that boys often crossed the street or went out of their way to have the privilege of walking behind her.
Sarah Warmflash was always outgoing and never failed to put on a show for the boys who gathered to feast upon her with their eyes.
She loved watching the bulges grown in the crotches of their tight jeans.
She knew that they were getting erections just from looking at her.
She loved the idea that they became sexually aroused just by breathing her air.
She knew that they went home and pulled their puds dreaming about how wonderful it would be to fuck her.
But Sarah Warmflash only fucked in high school if there was something in it for her other than just the physical pleasure.
She never saw sex as an expression of affection. The concept of love and sex being only good when achieved together struck her as silly and obsolete.
She always knew that sex was a power game, and she wanted all the power.
By the time the grown-up men started to look at her in the same fashion, she knew she had outgrown the little town of her birth.
She grew up in a tiny village just south of Rochester, New York called Ruslidale.
It was no more than a crossroads, really, and was built at the junction of the Genesee River and Oatka Creek.
It was the sort of town where all of the houses were built of wood around the turn of the century, and they were all still painted white every other summer with green trimmings.
It was the sort of town where all of the streets were lined with thriving Maple trees, so that they looked like green tunnels in the summertime.
It was the sort of town where everybody knew everybody else's business and it wasn't possible to keep a secret.
Ruslidale was the kind of town where one indiscretion could ruin a girl's reputation forever.
It was hardly the sort of place for a foxy chick with leather and whips in her future. CRACK!
Mistress Sarah brought the whip down on Harvey's ass once again.
Once again he screamed out in pain, but this time one could hear both fatigue and pleasure at the end of his cry.
He was on his belly, on the big wooden slab table that dominated the center of the den of torture.
His wrists and ankles were manacled to the corners of the large table so that both his elbows and his knees were locked straight.
He was spread eagle and defenseless before the wrath of his mistress.
Harvey needed agony before he could experience ecstasy.
As Mistress Sarah whipped him mercilessly, each new pain made his cock throb a little bit harder.
He was lying directly on top of his raging erection, pressing it hard against the wooden table to which he was chained.
His cock was as hard as a rock and it would have surely burst if any more blood had tried to pump into it.
His balls ached like only they could when he was in severe pain.
He knew that when the pain got bad enough, it would merge with the ache in his balls and his cock, and he would spew his semen wildly, the agony and the ecstasy becoming a single sensation.
One might think that male sexual submissives are all little guys, wimpy in their manner.
But Mistress Sarah had known for a long time that this was bullshit.
Sex slaves came in every conceivable shape and size.
Harvey Reynolds was a hunk and a half by anybody's standards.
He was well over six feet tall and his shoulders were very broad.
He was thick through the chest and his whole body was heavily muscled.
His skin was stretched very tight by his rippling muscels every time the whip came down and bit into his flesh.
He had a dark complexion, tanned to a golden brown by the sun.
His hair was black and curly and cut short. His sideburns came down to the bottoms of his earlobes and his face was clean shaven.
Mistress Sarah thought that Harvey was one of the handsomest men she had ever seen.
His face always looked to her like it was carved out of dark brown granite by a masterful artist.
Though his shoulders and his chest were very broad, Harvey's waist and hips were extremely slim.
Sarah Warmflash had often thought that his upper torso looked like a triangle point down.
His thighs were heavily muscles and they were bigger around than Sarah's waist.
His calves also bulged and Sarah could tell that he had put a lot of work into keeping his body in such great shape.
His feet and his hands were very large, and veins protruded from both.
Sarah had known ever since high school that men with big hands and feet usually had big cocks to match.
And Harvey Reynolds was no exception to that rule!
His cock was at least ten inches long when erect and it was so thick that Sarah's fingers did not go all the way around when she made a fist around the stalk.
The widest part of his cock was the head, which looked like a small doorknob. That glans got to be a deep purple color when he was fully aroused and the skin that covered it became shiny smooth from being stretched so tight.
The little piss hole at the very tip of his prick would open and close with little spasms whenever he was hard.
Below that raging erection, also pressed against the wooden table, was the huge wrinkled sack that held the man's balls.
His balls were the size of small tangerines and his scrotum was so big that some of that sack spilled over the edges of Sarah's hand when she tried to cup them, no matter how far she spread her fingers apart.
His scrotum always looked as if it were filled to the brim with his hot sticky manly fuck juice.
It looked that way no matter how many orgasms he had in a short period of time.
Harvey was one of those fellows that could get his cock hard over and over again with hardly any waiting period between erections.
He had once come thirteen times in a single session of savage physical abuse.
But he had to admit that by the end it was a lot like his cock was having the dry heaves.
Sarah had known all of this before she allowed Harvey to be her sex slave.
She was very careful about screening the people she abused.
Either they had to be very rich and willing to give, or they had to be such studs that she couldn't pass up the opportunity.
Sarah whipped Harvey until her right arm got tired.
She could have smacked him a few more times, but she was bored, and she had thought of something much better to do.
She strutted on her high-heeled boots to a far corner of her den of torture to where a table, neatly covered with instruments of torture, sat.
She set the cat o' nine tails on the table making sure that none of the tails were snarled together, and picked up her favorite dildo.
It was made of black rubber and was at least as big as Harvey's cock.
Attached to the base of that dildo was a black leather belt that was fashioned to go around Mistress Sarah's hips.
When she put it on she walked and talked like a man.
She ran her fingers up and down it as it stuck out from her crotch at an upward angle, and acted as if it were really her cock and she was really experiencing physical pleasure from stroking it in that manner.
"You sniveling shit, Harvey," Sarah said, curling her upper lip into an evil sneer. "You vomit eating scumbag. I'm sick of whipping you. I think I'm going to fuck you right up the ass with my big black cock."
Harvey knew that looks were only part of the reason that Sarah got as far as she did as quickly as she did in the dominatrix game.
He knew all too well that most sexual submissives needed verbal abuse along with their physical abuse.
Without the insults, the whole process was just not complete.
Harvey knew that the humiliation and embarrassment that came with the torture was just as important as the pain itself.
And Sarah had the kind of mouth that could dish it out like no other.
When she spoke it was clear to a sex slave that she was not about to take no for an answer.
Harvey had his head turned so he could watch Mistress Sarah strut toward the table.
He had felt a shiver go up and down his spine when he heard she was going to fuck him up the ass.
His whole body become covered with a thick layer of goose bumps.
Although his body was already drenched with sweat he could feel his perspiration still pouring from his every pore.
The stinging from his whipping had turned into a dull ache.
That ache mixed perfectly with the ache he felt in his big cock and balls to become a single sensation.
When Harvey had first gotten fucked in the ass, by his mother as a small boy, it had hurt horribly.
But it had occurred to him at the time that the tight ring of muscle around the outside of his rectum would stretch as the process was repeated and the pain would no longer be so severe.
This had not happened nearly as much as he had thought it would.
He had been fucked in the ass many times by beautiful women wearing dildos, and his asshole was still very tight.
It still hurt tremendously when he was reamed without mercy.
And he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. There had to be agony for the ass fuck to give him the satisfaction he needed.
Of course his asshole was not as tight as it was when it was a virgin.
But Sarah's use of larger and larger dildoes had more than compensated for the slight amount of stretching.
He could feel an ache up inside his bowels that told him he needed to be penetrated hard and deep.
He knew that Sarah would not use any lubricant whatsoever on that long thick pole of hard rubber.
She could have eased the brutal violation with a little spit, vaseline, or even a little of the juices from her own pussy.
But she wanted to fuck him when both the dildo and his ass were as dry as a bone.
She knew that that was the way the ass fuck would hurt the most.
Sarah made sure that everything she used in the torture room was black.
Black was the color of darkness, and she knew that darkness is our first fear.
She was a master at instilling fear in the men she was punishing.
The walls of the den of torture, along with the ceiling, were painted black, and the room was only lit indirectly so it always appeared gloomy. The stuff that nightmares are made of.
Hanging from the ceiling of the torture den were human skulls and shrunken heads that Sarah had accumulated during a short trip to Africa where she learned many new methods of causing pain and humiliation.
Sarah knew that there was also power in the leather goods she wore.
There was something about her look when she was wearing a black leather outfit that made fearing her seem the most natural thing in the world.
She even had a black leather habit, which she wore and called herself the Leather Nun, whenever she was torturing Catholic men.
Sarah had been very careful to trim her chestnut colored pubic patch so that it was just right.
She never had a lot of pubic hair, and she knew this early on from taking showers with the other girls after gym class.
Most girls had thick inverted triangles of pubies that even spread out over their thighs sometimes.
Most girls had pubic hair growing along the outer lips of their cunts, and even between the cheeks of their ass, especially around their assholes.
But Sarah was completely bald along the swollen outer lips of her cunt, and she also had no hair in between the cheeks of her ass.
She just had a precious few locks that grew directly above her pussy slash.
She had neatly trimmed these so that they grew in the shape of a heart.
She thought it was a touch of irony that made her professional persona perfect.
Sarah got up on the wooden slab table and felt with her knees together in between Harvey's parted thighs.
'I'm going to fuck you so hard your asshole is going to pop right out," Mistress Sarah said with an evil laugh.
That made Harvey shiver once again and he could feel his sphincter opening and closing in tiny spasms of anticipation.
Mistress Sarah leaned over and began to bite savagely at Harvey's firm buttocks.
He cried out in pain and tears streamed down his smooth brown cheeks.
CHAPTER TWO
Sarah worked a couple of regular tricks in New York City when she first got there, just so she could get herself settled in. By the time she finished her first week picking up men in the east side bars of Manhattan and charging them one hundred dollars per come, she had enough money to start up her own dominatrix business.
She got herself an apartment on the East Side and set up her first torture den.
Word of mouth made her list of regualr clients grow very quickly.
It was only a matter of two months before Sarah was able to limit her clients to the most powerful and wealthy men in the city.
But there was only one man who was rich enough and powerful enough to get Sarah to make housecalls.
His name was Samuel Everett Hastings, and he was the owner of the country's second largest hamburger chain.
He was in his mid-seventies, totally impotent, .but he still loved to be tied up and whipped by a beautiful woman.
By the time Sarah visited him for the first time she knew that there was no one else who could do her business the way she could.
Samuel Everett Hastings especially loved to be chained on his back so that Sarah could squat over his face and take a piss right into his mouth.
He was sick and old and four months after Sarah first became his regular dominatrix he died of heart failure in his sleep.
No one was more shocked than Sarah when she found that he had left all of his money and all of his restaurants to her.
In one fell swoop she had become one of the richest women in America.
She immediately appointed herself Chairman of the Board and President of the Hastings Corporation, using the best lawers to shoot down the families who were screaming bloody murder about the validity of the will.
She had fired all of the former employees of the corporation and had started out from scratch.
There were two qualifications that Sarah desired when looking for people to replace those she had fired.
One, the person had to be absolutely the best at what they did, and second, they had to be willing to obey her not only in business matters, but sexually as well.
The offices were filled with good looking men and women who loved the sting of Mistress Sarah's savage whip.
Harvey Reynolds was the vice-president in charge of advertising.
His latest campaign slogan, "Hastings is the meat you like to eat" did not go over very well, and Sarah knew that a long session in the den of torture would make him try a lot harder in the future.
Sarah Warmflash was not pleased very often and it was always a big thrill to any of her employees if she gave them a rare compliment.
Sarah dug her fingers into Harvey's ass flesh being careful to press hardest on the spots where the welts were most angry.
She kneaded at that flesh with her black-gloved fingers.
Then she pulled the ass cheeks apart as far as she possibly could.
Harvey was too exhausted from the whipping to resist her even if he had wanted to.
She pulled his buttocks so far apart that the sensitive skin in the crack was as tight as a drum skin.
She lowered her head, first tossing her long chestnut hair out of her face, and placed the tip of her tongue at the top of the crack of his ass.
"Your asshole stinks!" she said. "I was going to lick you down there but it just stinks too much. I wish you were double jointed all over your body so you would be able to get your nose up your own asshole! I was going to be gentle for a little while but I can smell that I have to get right to the rough stuff.
Sarah placed her hands flat on the wooden table on either side of Harvey's broad muscular chest.
She kicked her feet out behind her so that she looked like she were about to do a series of push-ups.
She lowered her hips a little so that the tip of the black dildo pressed between Harvey's ravaged buttocks.
Mistress Sarah gyrated her hips, digging the glans of the rubber cock deeper between those cheeks.
She did this until she could feel the very tip of the dildo pressing snugly against Harvey's tight asshole.
Harvey took a deep breath because he didn't know when he would get another chance to fill his lungs with air.
He had always found it very difficult to breath when he was being sodomized by a beautiful woman.
Mistress Sarah paused for a moment with the dildo pressed against the outside of Harvey's asshole.
Then she began to press downward with her hips once again so that she could achieve the brutal violation that they both wanted so badly.
She could feel the tight muscle around the outside of Harvey's asshole start to open for her as she pressed down on it as hard as she could.
The dildo was designed so that it massaged Sarah's clitoris as she was fucking hard and fast with it.
She could make herself come again and again just by fucking some tight asshole with that specially made black rubber cock.
She could feel the asshole open grossly, and the glans at the end of the dildo popped inside the butt hole.
Harvey immediately began to experience his difficulty in breathing.
He found that he could only take quick little inhales, and there were moans of pain and pleasure that accompanied each of his exhales.
He was panting just like the wild jungle beast that he wanted so badly to become.
He knew that Mistress Sarah was not going to stop pressing downward with her hips until she had gotten that huge dildo all the way inside his ass.
Harvey could feel the ache inside his bowels growing in leaps and bounds and thrust after thrust drove the dildo deeper, a little at a time.
His sphincter gripped tightly at the thick shaft of that dildo as it made its way inside.
The pain was horrible and Harvey squirmed his hips as much as the chains that held him down would allow.
Harvey's face turned into a picture of intensity.
His eyes closed as tightly as he could close them.
They were closed so tightly that little lines went from the corners of his eyes across his temples.
There was a vein in his right temple that protruded and throbbed in time with his rapid heartbeat.
His face was as red as a beet from the flush of sexual arousal combined with the flush of exertion.
All of the muscles in his body were as taut as they could be and his back teeth were clenched together.
His lips were drawn back over his gums by his grimace and his breathing hissed as it went in and out between his teeth.
He knew that once the tip of the dildo reached the spot deep inside his bowels where the ache was worst, the explosions would start inside his body.
They would be orgasmic explosions. The ache in his bowels and the ache in his balls would become one, and his cock would begin to spasm and spew cream from the raw pain of the ass fuck.
"Come on! Loosen up, slave!" Mistress Sarah called out, thinking that she was having to work too hard to get inside him.
But Harvey was doing the best he could to relax his muscles.
Mistress Sarah had only recently switched to a larger size dildo, and he wasn't used to being stretched so incredibly tight.
But, as always, the going got easier as they went along, and soon Sarah managed to get the dildo all the way inside.
Her heart-shaped pubic patch pressed snugly against the top of the crack of Harvey's ass, and his sphincter gripped the base of the dildo.
The head of the rubber pole struck the magic spot and tipped Harvey over the edge into pure ecstasy.
He could feel his cock go into violent convulsions as it was still pinned to the wooden slab by his lower abdomen.
His cock was so long that the head of it rested many inches above his belly button when it was pinned against him that way.
He could feel the hot wetness of his come against Ins belly hair as his balls rapidly pumped out the life-giving juice.
He let out a scream of undeniable pleasure and Mistress Sarah knew that she had gotten him off once again.
But she did not see that as the end of the fuck. No, the fuck had only begun.
Mistress Sarah had some punishment to dish out and she fully intended to fuck his asshole until it was very raw and sore.
She would teach the wimp to slack off on his advertising duties.
The second she got the dildo all the way inside she began to withdraw it once again.
She pulled it out until once again only the head remained inside his grossly stretched sphincter.
She then plunged the whole length of the rubber pole back inside with a single thrust of her hips.
The base of the dildo pressed against her clit when she did this and she felt little shivers of pleasure running up and down her spine.
She wanted to make herself come over and over again before she stopped fucking his tight butt.
He would learn. No employee made the same mistake twice in the new, revamped Hastings Corporation.
She found that Harvey's muscles in his ass were so exhausted from the abuse they had received already that they could no longer resist her fucking motion, even involuntarily.
She worked the dildo in and out of his butt for a while with a smooth steady stroke.
Then she pulled the dildo out slowly and stabbed it back in hard and fast.
Every time she did this she could hear Harvey let out a grunt that made him sound as if all of the wind had been knocked from his lungs.
She steadily increased the pace of the ass fuck as she went along.
By that time the little nineteen year old's clitoris was fully engorged with blood.
It was a hard little bead of flesh at the top of her vagina.
Each time she pressed down with her hips the base of the dildo massaged her clit and brought her one step closer to her orgasm.
She could feel a great ache in her loins as she fucked.
She needed an orgasm very badly. It had been a rough day.
Her inner and outer cunt lips were also fully engorged with blood.
They appeared puffy and swollen as they protruded from between her thighs.
Her cunt juices were flowing so freely that she was dripping and making a wet spot on the wooden slab very close to the base of Harvey's humongous balls.
Her inner thighs were slick and slippery from the natural lubrication that she had spilled from her drooling quim.
She picked up the pace of the ass fuck a little more and that was all it took to tip her over the edge.
She felt the volcanic eruptions start to go off in her clitoral area and she let out a loud scream of joy.
The pleasure started at her love button and spread slowly throughout her entire petite perfect body.
She felt the climax travel up her spine to her brain which reeled with the pure pleasure she was experiencing.
She could even feel her scalp tingling as all of her blood rushed to the surface, making her fair skin appear very pink.
She too was perspiring. Sweat dripped from her brow onto Harvey's strong, rippling back muscles.
But she did not stop fucking when she had her first orgasm. She could tell by the violent spasms she felt in her pussy that it was only the first of many to come.
She continued to fuck and soon she was snapping off orgasms at an amazing rate.
It got to the point where she couldn't tell if she were having a series of little orgasms or one big one.
It was a mute point, and she didn't care that she was drawing blood inside Harvey's bowels.
But all good things must come to an end and after a while Mistress Sarah stopped fucking Harey's asshole.
She slowly pulled the dildo out of Harvey's asshole and looked down to see how much blood there was on it.
There wasn't as much blood as Mistress Sarah had hoped there would be.
But there was a thick ring at the base of the black rubber pole.
"You were a good slave to take the big cock all the way up your ass, Harvey,' she said climbing down off the table.
"Thank you, Mistress Sarah," Harvey said weakly. His voice was still filled with the moans from his pain and afterglow.
"Since you have been so good, I am going to allow your hands and ankles to go free for a little while. There are some things that I want you to do for me. I believe you may even enjoy them, worthless slave."
Sarah strutted over to the table in the corner of the den of torture.
She picked up a key that worked the chains that held Harvey in place.
In a matter of moments his hands and feet were free and he was sitting up on the table awaiting further instructios.
The black hair that covered his belly was caked with Harvey's own come.
His cock was once again very hard in anticipation of doing something new.
He was glad that the punishment session was not over.
He was glad that there was more pain and humiliation to come.
"First thing I want you to do is lick the blood off of this dildo!" Mistress Sarah said, standing with her feet more than shoulder width apart.
She held her hands on her hips with all of the fingers together and pointed downward.
Her elbows were bent and cocked out to the side.
She stood with her chin up in the air and her shoulders back.
She arched her back so that her hips were out in front of the rest of her body.
Harvey's muscles were very stiff from being held in one place for so long.
There were ugly rings around his ankles and wrists from the cuffs.
He hopped off the table and began to walk toward Mistress Sarah.
"No, no, fool!" Mistress Sarah screamed, her face turning red with anger. "On your hands and knees! You will approach me on your hands and knees! Never appraoch me upright, slave. What makes you think that you are worthy of standing on your own two feet before my superiorness."
"I'm terribly sorry, Mistress," Harvey said and immediately dropped to his hands and knees in front of the woman.
"It certainly is a good thing that I don't have one of the whips handy or you would get quite a whipping for an indiscretion like that."
"Thank you for having mercy on me, Mistress Sarah."
"Shut up and start licking!" Mistress Sarah screamed.
Harvey crawled on his hands and knees until his face was directly in front of the tip of the thick black rubber dildo.
He tilted his chin up and stuck his tongue out as far as he could.
He touched the tip of his tongue to the head of the dildo.
"Taste the scum from your own ass. Taste that stinking scum!" Mistress Sarah said with a throaty laugh.
Harvey ran his tongue up and down the shaft of the black rod.
He licked especially hard arount the base of the dildo so he could lick the ring of blood from it.
"You love the taste of your own ass blood, don't you slave."
"Yes, Mistress Sarah. I love it a great deal. Really I do."
"Do you love it more than anything else in the world, slave?"
"No, Mistress Sarah. I love you more than anything else in the world."
"That's a good slave," Sarah Warmflash said and began to take the dildo off.
Harvey stayed on his hands and knees smacking his lips.
He could still taste his own blood and ass scum on his tongue.
Sarah took off the dildo and carelessly threw it aside.
It hit the wall of the den of torture and bounced to the floor in the corner.
"Now I want you to lick my boots!" Sarah said in a deep voice.
"I love licking your boots," Harvey said enthusiastically.
"I know you do, slave. That is because you know that I am the most powerful woman in the world and you are just a scumbag. I am a goddess and you are lower than the worms on the evolutionary scale. You have to look up to scrape bottom. You are a father raper and a mother fucker. You fucked your mother didn't you Harvey. You fucked you mother right up the ass, didn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Sarah,' Harvey said. His face turned red with embarrassment.
"And she fucked you in the ass too, didn't she, Harvey? She fucked you up the ass with a big black dildo, just like I just did, huh?"
"Yes, Mistress Sarah," Harvey said, getting meeker all the time.
"That is why you love to lick my boot. You love being humiliated by women. All of your life you have been humiliated by women, and you have learned to love it. In fact, you can't feel loved without being humiliated."
"It's true, Mistress Sarah. I know all of it is true."
Harvey had rolled over on his back and Sarah stood with one boot on either side of his head. When Harvey looked straight up he could see Sarah's shapely thighs.
And he could see the wet delta between those parted thighs.
He hoped he would get a chance to eat Sarah's pussy before the session was through.
Sarah Warmflash had a sweet, hot cunt and Harvey loved to eat it and give her all of the pure pleasure than she deserved.
Sarah slowly lifted her left boot up off the floor, making Harvey take his eyes off of her pussy.
First she placed the boot right in the center of his chest.
She placed the spike high heel right between Harvey's nipples.
That area of his chest was covered with a thick rug of black fur.
She began to grind down with that heel, and the sharp spike dug painfully into Harvey's breastbone.
She could tell by the sudden change of expression on his face that she was hurting him.
She lifted the heel off of his chest and let the bottom of her boot hover over the man's face for a moment.
She stuck the heel against his eye lid very, very gently.
"Imagine how easy it would be for me to lower my foot right now," Mistress Sarah said calmly. "Imagine how easy it would be for me to crush your eyeball right now. By the time I was through with you, you would have nothing there except for a bleeding socket. In fact, I could jam my heel into your eye so far that it would go right into your brain and it would kill you."
Sarah could sense the muscles in Harvey's shoulders becoming taut as she spoke about putting out his eye.
She could see that a fresh row of cold sweat beads had formed across the dark, handsome man's forehead.
She could smell the bitter almondy scent of Satan himself drifting up from under Harvey Reynold's arms.
She could see that he was shivering with fear as she spoke.
But then she pulled her heel away from his eye and threw back her head to laugh.
As she tossed back her head, her long thick chestnut hair resembled a lion's mane.
She moved her foot so that the heel was above Harvey's puffy parted lips.
"LICK IT! LICK MY BOOT!" Sarah screamed and Harvey immediately offered his tongue to obey the order.
Sarah let her mouth fall gaping open and closed her eyes when she saw the tip of his tongue touch the tip of her black spike high heel.
She treated that heel as if it were one of her most sensitive erogenous zones.
"SUCK IT! SUCK ON THE HEEL!" Sarah said, turning up one corner of her mouth into an amused smile.
Her eyes were open once again and they were dancing with anticipation.
Sarah could feel her heartbeat pick up as she saw Harvey wrap his lips around the heel to her boot and suck on it.
He sucked as hard as he could and he made slurping noises that Sarah thought were very sexy.
She lowered her foot so Harvey was forced to take the whole heel inside his mouth.
She pressed the bottom of her boot at the toes against his wet forehead.
When Harvey was done sucking the heel Sarah pulled it out of his mouth.
He had sucked on the thing until all of the flavor was gone.
"Now get up on your knees, slave. You are going to get your chance to eat my hot, juicy cunt!"
Harvey could hear himself gasp for joy when his mistress said that.
He moved quickly and soon he was up on his knees with his back straight.
His face was right in front of her chestnut-colored, heart-shaped pubic patch.
He sat on the back of his calves so that his head would be lower.
He wanted to start with the beautiful woman's thighs and work his way upward.
He had eaten Mistress Sarah's cunt before and he knew just how she liked it.
He wanted to be a perfect slave for her and make her come again and again with his hot thick togue.
Mistress Sarah moved her legs as far apart as she could get them and stood with her hands on her slim waist.
She arched her back and felt her pussy lips part a little bit.
Her body was getting very aroused at the thought of having her pussy licked by one of her favorite slaves.
Harvey placed his hands on the small of his mistress' back and lowered his head so he could kiss at her thighs.
He started way down by her knees and worked his way upward, moving ever closer to the dripping delta where those thighs came together.
Sarah could feel her glands pumping out her natural lubrication.
Her cunt was already soaking wet and those juices were beginning to overflow.
Harvey would not have to kiss too far up her thighs before he would be able to taste the juices that had spilled there.
He used the tip of his tongue to flick back and forth across the flesh, and occasionally he used his pearly white straight teeth to give Sarah little love bites on her hyper-sensitive, milky white thighs.
"That feels very good slave. Keep it up. Drink my cunt juices as if they were a fine imported wine," Sarah said with a sigh.
Harvey's head was back so that he was looking straight up.
He could see that Sarah's clitoris was already erect.
He could see the center of her womanly pleasure quivering at the top of her cunt.
He could already smell the musky odor of her cunt.
That scent filled his sinuses and he could feel himself becoming intoxicated by the sexiness of her aroma.
Harvey could see that both her inner and outer cunt lips were very swollen.
All of Sarah's cunt flesh was fully engorged with blood at that point.
Sarah pulled her hands from her waist and placed them on her breasts.
She placed the centers of her palms over her nipples and opened her fingers as wide as she could.
Her tits were too big to fit in her hand all at the same time.
She gave each of her tits a series of sharp squeezes, perfectly in time with her rapid heartbeat.
Then she concentrated solely on her nipples, which were tingling and begging to be stroked.
She rolled her fingertips over her nipples very gently at first.
Then she pressed on those erect buds rather hard with her forefingers.
She pinched at her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers.
She was starting to pant like a wild animal herself.
She pulled on her nipples until the flesh was stretched tight and then allowed them to snap back into place.
Her nipples were pointing slightly upward and were protruding far from the tips of her tremendous breasts.
At the same time Harvey was licking at the insides of Sarah's thighs with the flat part of his tongue.
He had gotten so high that he could taste her sexy honey, and he was licking her clean. Then he stuck his tongue out as far as he could and made it pointy at the tip.
He placed the tip on the outer lip at the base of her cunt.
This felt so good that Sarah could not help but let out a deep moan of absolute pleasure.
Once again Sarah Warmflash's mouth fell gaping open.
Her jaw dropped as far as it could and her eyes closed gently.
With her eyes closed her long lashed licked at her high cheekbones.
Her face expressed the physical pleasure she was experiencing perfectly.
She could feel the ache in her lower abdomen returning full force.
Her inner pussy throbbed as Harvey began to move his tongue.
He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth as he made a large circle around the outermost portions of Sarah's wet cunt.
He loved the way her pussy tasted. He figured she had to have the best tasting cunt in the whole world. She was perfect.
There was no doubt about the fact that Harvey considered himself very lucky to be Sarah Warmflash's sex slave.
He also considered himself lucky to be an employee of Hastings Corporation.
The work he did in advertising could hardly be called slave work.
He was paid very, very well by the corporation, and he didn't mind at all having a woman be his boss.
Harvey had spent his whole life being bossed around by women and this felt perfectly natural to him by this time.
Harvey licked only at the outer lips of Sarah's cunt for a long time.
He licked at those thick hairless labia until they were slippery and shiny from a combination of her natural lubrication and his hot spittle.
It was only then they he used his tongue to work his way between those parted lips.
He moved his hands down from the small of her back until he could feel himself touching her perfect smooth buttocks.
He ran the palms of his hands very gently over her ass cheeks and then used his fingers to grip her there securely.
Sarah could feel her slave kneading her buttocks lovingly, and she loved the way it felt a lot.
Harvey could feel Sarah's inner cunt lips with the tip of his tongue.
Those were the lips that stuck out the furthest from her slash.
They surrounded her love tunnel, the path to her womb.
Those lips were pink and tasty, and Harvey ran his tongue along their edges hungrily.
They were folded back a little at the edges, making Sarah's cunt look like a flower about to open in the springtime.
"STICK YOUR TONGUE UP MY CUNT!" Sarah said breathlessly.
She could feel the sexual tension in her loins growing very rapidly.
She knew that harvey would not have to lick her clit for long to get her off.
She liked it when she was built up slowly to orgasm.
She had known for many years that the longer one has to wait for sexual release, the greater that release is.
She had used that not only as a method to punish her slaves, but she had used it to experience optimum pleasure herself.
Harvey pried open her inner cunt lips with his tongue and began to work the tip up her hole.
"DEEPER! ALL THE WAY UP!" Sarah screamed, and shivered as she felt her hot pussy penetrated.
She loved the way Harvey's tongue felt as it worked slowly up toward the mouth of her womb.
But Harvey could not get his tongue up her cunt far enough to satisfy Sarah.
It wasn't his fault. His tongue just wasn't long enough.
Sarah couldn't help but wish that the man's tongue was as long as his cock.
She was so horny that she knew she would have to let her slave fuck her.
But there would be more punishment before he would be allowed the greatest prize of all.
Once Harvey got his tongue all the way in her cunt, Sarah moved her hands to the back of his head.
She ran her gloved fingers through his hair and pressed against his scalp at the base of his skull.
She pushed his face harder into her cunt and began to gyrate her hips so that his tongue would move around inside her fuck hole.
First she moved her hips from side to side, then she moved them back and forth so that Harvey was fucking her with his tongue.
"That feels so DAMN good, slave," Sarah said breathlessly.
Sarah was getting very close to the edge of orgasm.
She grabbed Harvey's hair and pulled on it hard. For a second the big handsome man thought she was going to pull handfuls of hair right out of his scalp.
His head snapped back and he found he was looking right into the face of his beautiful, panting mistress.
"I want you to lick my clit now, slave. Lick it very gently at first, moving it in a slow circle, then steadily increase the pressure of your tongue as you go along. When I come the first time I do not want you to stop. I want you to lick my clit until your jaw aches horribly and your tongue feels like it is going to fall off. I want you to make me come again and again with your slave tongue. Do you understand?"
"I do, Mistress Sarah. It will be a privilege to lick your clit."
Harvey got himself in position and stuck out his tongue.
He placed his right forefinger just above her clit.
Her drew back her clit's sheath of protective flesh gently so the entire visible part of her little man in the boat was exposed and available to his tongue.
Harvey knew that the visible part of her clit was just the tip of the iceberg.
He knew that the organ sunk deep into her body and contained a complicated system of nerve endings.
He ran the tip of his tongue all around her clit without actually touching it at first.
Then he touched the tip of his tongue to the top of her clit for a brief moment, and then pulled it away.
He dabbed at her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, never maintaining contact for very long.
He quickly got Mistress Sarah to the point where she was on the very edge of coming.
Then he placed his tongue on her clit and he left it there.
Mistress Sarah could not hold her hips still, the pleasure was just too intense.
She moaned and groaned loudly and used her gloved hands to press his face hard against her quivering love button.
Harvey began to move the clit around in a slow circle, gently at first, but with increasing speed and pressure.
That was all it took to get Mistress Sarah off the first time.
She could feel a volcanic eruption in her hot, wet pussy.
Molten lava poured from her hole and rolled down the insides of her thighs.
The pleasure spread slowly, in waves, throughout her beautiful young body.
She bent more at the knees and arched her back sharply.
She threw back her head so that she was looking at the black ceiling of the torture room
"I'M COMING!" she screamed, her mouth wide open, lips puffy and moving.
Harvey increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit once again.
This made the intensity of her come even more savage.
He could feel her tiny female ejaculation striking his chin.
Harvey knew that women sometimes spurted just like men did.
The thick fluid came out of their piss hole, but it had nothing to do with urine.
It was just another sex-oriented fluid produced by the many glands around the whole vulva area.
Harvey then wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked on it.
He sucked it gently at first and then deep up into his mouth.
He sucked her clit and flicked his tongue across it at the same time.
Just as her first orgasm died down, her next one began.
She could tell that she was going to have a whole series of climaxes just like she had had when she was fucking his ass with the dildo.
Once again she couldn't tell when one orgasm ended and the next one began.
She had his curly black hair entwined around her fingers.
She was pulling on it hard, hurting him, but she wasn't even thinking about him as a real person at that moment As Mistress Sarah battled with the throes of ecstasy she didn't even think of Harvey as a whole torso kneeling in front of her.
She thought of him as just a moving tongue and a sucking mouth.
The only part of him that mattered was the part that was giving her pleasure.
Her eyes were closed very tightly and she thought of nothing but the pleasure.
She could think of nothing except the explosions she was feeling in her pussy at that moment.
Again she came until she didn't think she had another orgasm left in her.
Then she pulled his face out of her cunt and pulled back his head so he was forced to meet her relentless gaze.
"That was very good, slave. But as I said before, your punishment session is not yet complete," she said.
"What are you going to ask me to do now, Mistress?"
"It is time for your toilet training. I want you to crawl on your belly over to the toilet training area now so you can be chained above the plastic sheet," Mistress Sarah said pointing an ominous forefinger at the wall where thick iron rings hung from chains.
CHAPTER THREE
"Stay on your belly and turn your body around so that the top of your head is touching the wall," Mistress Sarah said.
Of course, Harvey Reynolds did this without a peep of protest.
Mistress Sarah turned a large wheel that lowered the iron rings down until they were resting on Harvey's shoulders.
She quickly put Harvey's wrists through the rings and clamped them tight, locking them.
She returned to the wheel and turned it in the opposite direction so the rings were drawn upward toward the ceiling.
This made the muscles in Harvey's arms stretch as they were lifted up in the air.
"Oh my God, Mistress Sarah, you've pulled them up too high! You're tearing my shoulders right out of their sockets!"
Harvey's handsome face was ugly and contorted from the horrible agony he was experiencing.
His face was turning purple from exertion and sweat poured down his forehead and into his dark brown eyes.
This made his eyes sting and turn red. His nose began to run and his tear ducts streamed with flowing saltwater.
He tried to arch his back sharply to remove some of the tension but this quickly exhausted him. .
This was one of the tricks that proved how good Sarah Warmflash was at being a dominatrix.
She knew just how to give him maximum agony without doing any serious damage to the muscles and, the bones.
A fraction of an inch higher with the chains, and his rotary cups in his shoulders would have shattered like two two globes of chalk struck by a sledge-hammer.
"You might as well get comfortable slave, Mistress Sarah said with a sneer. "You are going to be in this position for awhile. It is time for you to get your enema. And you know what that means. This time, since you have been such a very bad slave, I am going to give you the biggest enema you have ever had!"
Harvey thought Mistress Sarah's voice sounded as if it were coming from very far away.
His mind was ravaged with the pain in his shoulders and he was having trouble giving her words the attention they deserved.
There was no stricter rule for a Sarah slave. When she spoke, Harvey listened.
But it was difficult when he could feel his shoulders tearing out of their sockets.
Sarah walked over to the table where she had her tools of torture laid out.
She looked at the several enema bags she used in her job.
She immediately picked up the biggest one which was made of black rubber.
She liked it the most because if had a very long hose, and the nozzle at the end of that hose was actually a small dildo, with a grotesquely large fake glans to keep the nozzle from slipping out of the anus too easily.
The sphincter gripped around the skinnier stalk of the nozzle so that only a sharp tug could get it out once it was in all the way.
There was a clamp on the hose that was designed to keep the water from flowing out of it prematurely.
Harvey Reynolds had always thought that enema bags looked a lot like hot-water bottles with hoses coming out of them.
Sarah took the bottle over to the sink in the corner of the den of torture and rinsed it off.
She then turned on the water and dipped her fingers into it.
She adjusted the temperature, testing with her fingers, until it was just right.
She liked her enema water to be just short of scalding. She didn't want to burn the bowels, but she wanted it to be so hot it would shake up the whole slave's system.
But it was the quantity of the water that had the most effect, not the temperature.
She unscrewed the plastic cap at the top of the bag and filled the whole thing to the brim before turning off the water.
There was no way she could have gotten any more water into the bottle.
It would have overflown if she had attempted to add a single drop.
The rubber was stretched tight, and Sarah had to be careful not to spill any as she screwed the black cap back on.
She then attached the enema bag to a tall pole that moved on wheels.
Sarah whelled the pole right up onto the plastic sheet below Harvey.
"Get those legs apart. I don't want to have any trouble getting the nozzle up your asshole," Sarah said casually.
It was very difficult for Harvey to part his legs considering the way his arms were chained above him.
But he did it after letting out several grunts of pain.
He had his toes tightly curled under and his legs opened to a perfect ninety-degree angle.
Once again the slave's cock was as hard as a rock. His balls were aching and he knew that the ache was going to get worse once the hot water began to flow into his bowels.
One of his favorite humiliations was being forced to shit all over himself in front of his beautiful mistress.
He loved the way it felt when his bowels were filled to the brim.
The pressure in his bowels mixed with the pressure in his cock.
He often came at the moment when he was allowed to release the water.
Harvey knew the rules to this game all too well.
Under no circumstances was he to let a drop spill from his anus before Mistress Sarah gave the magic word.
He would be thrashed to within an inch of his life if he failed this task.
He had to succeed. Sarah Warmflash fired employees who couldn't hold their enema water.
He knew that this was going to be the biggest enema he had ever had.
He was going to be forced to hold more water than he thought he could.
He feared having an "accident" and he knew that he would need all of his concentration to succeed.
He had to block the pain in his shoulders completely out of his mind.
His concentration would have to focus on keeping his sphincter gripped tightly around the skinny base of the enema nozzle.
He had to keep that muscle tense no matter how much it hurt.
He knew that his bowels would feel like they were going to burst.
He would wish he could die rather than feel the pain in his bowels.
Ah, but the moment of release would make it all worthwhile.
Harvey Reynolds could not deny that he liked getting enemas very much.
Sarah grabbed the nozzle and got on her knees next to Harvey's ass.
She quickly grabbed his near ass cheek with her left hand.
She tore those cheeks open and immediately ran the tip of the nozzle up and down the crack of Harvey's ass.
His asshole was already sore from the brutal fucking he had recieved.
He couldn't help but wince when she shoved the nozzle all the way up his hole.
It reopened wounds and his asshole began to bleed once again.
But his sphincter did what it was supposed to do, and gripped the base of the nozzle.
Sarah then removed the clip and the water began to flow into Harvey.
The first part was the easiest part for the slave. The urge to shit the water right back out was mild compared to the agony he would know later.
He knew that he wouldn't even be able to scream out in pain because such an outburst would cause him to lose his concentration and make him have an accident that could very well ruin the rest of his life.
Sarah stood back at the edge of the plasticsheet and watched.
Her job was done until the enema bag was empty. She could just stand back and watch Harvey's pain grow.
The water would do all of the work from that point on.
Sarah touched her own clit with a gentle finger. She loved the feeling of supple leather on the center of her womanly pleasure.
She diddled her clit and gave herself three orgasms while the enema bag emptied into her slave's bowels.
Harvey could feel the ache in his balls growing. He knew he would spew silver seed at the momenof enema release.
There was quite a bit of water left in the bag by the time Harvey figured there was no way he could hold any more water.
His face was a deep purple color and he had forgotten all about the agony in his shoulders.
Every muscle was focused on supporting the efforts of the straining sphincter.
Then all of the water was in and the water stopped flowing.
Sarah was in the midst of having her third orgasm so Harvey had to wait a few moments longer.
When her come was over she moved slowly over to Harvey's side.
She knelt by his hips and grabbed the base of the enema nozzle which protruded just enough for Sarah to grip it.
She knew that she would have to get out of the way very quickly or else get covered with her slave's scummy water.
She tugged out the nozzle with a single sharp tug of her wrist.
"RELEASE!" she screamed and accompanied it with a grand gesture of her arm.
Harvey clamped down on all of the important muscles at the same time and relaxed his tortured sphincter muscle.
At the same time he could feel his come swirling around inside his large scrotum getting increasing anxious.
He felt the sharp tickle in the base of his cock as his fuck juice got in position to be jet propelled.
He heard himself make an incredibly thunderous farting noise as his rusty water flew high in the air and landed all over his buttocks and the plastic sheet around him.
At the same time his semen shot from his piss hole and Harvey felt the grandest combination of ecstasy and agony he had ever known.
All of the water that had gone in came out with a blast and an explosion.
Sarah had managed to get well out of the way. The whole den of torture was stinking like the inside of the slave's bowels.
"Pee you! You stink," Sarah said holding her nose. She quickly lowered Harvey's arms and he almost fell into a deep sleep as all of the intense pressures and pains he had known where released together.
She unlocked his cuffs and forced him to roll over on his back.
"Your toilet training is not yet complete," she said moving her hands to her hips. "Now it is time for you to play human toilet. Because that's all you are worth. You aren't worth any more to me that the hole I shit in. I want you to drink my piss, you tampon sucking worm!"
She moved so that she was straddling Harvey's head.
He was looking straight up into the parted lips of her cunt.
He could see that the lips of her pussy were drenching wet.
He hadn't been aware that she had masturbated while the enema water was flowing into his bowels.
He could see that both sets of labia were fully engorged with blood.
Her round clit was so big that it was pushing its swollen foreskin upward.
He could see the little hole in the center of her pussy slash, directly below the clit, where her urine would emerge.
"Open your mouth, piss drinker!" Sarah screamed and bent a little more at the knees so she was crouching over him.
Harvey opened his mouth, but it wasn't wide enough to satisfy his mistress.
"Wider!" she screamed, running her hands over her breasts, pinching at her erect nipples.
Harvey opened his mouth so wide that his jaw ached and his lips, at the corners of his mouth, were stretched tight.
Sarah's bladder felt as if it were completely full.
She had had to take a piss for a while, but she had held it in for this moment.
She sighed and shivered as she let it flow and she leaned forward so she could watch her own stream of pee.
The piss was hot and yellow. It reeked of ammonia.
At first she missed and the stream struck Harvey on the tip of his nose, making the piss splash all over his face.
But she moved her hips to adjust her aim and she got the hot pee to go right into the center of his gaping open mouth.
Harvey had to swallow as fast as he could to get the stuff down.
Sarah sighed and moaned as she watched his adam's apple working up and down his straining throat.
He drank all of her piss down, and Sarah made him stand up and clean up the mess he had made.
He had to fold up the plastic sheet so that none of the shit or piss got on the floor, and take a shower in an adjacent stall.
He then had to spray air freshener in the air to get rid of the ugly odors the hot session of watersports had produced.
When he was done and his body was dry Sarah gave him the good news.
"The punishment session is over," she said. "Now you will get your reward for enduring. You handled the enema very well and I think your job as vice-president of advertising will be greatly improved by your experiences here in the den of torture today. I am going to let you fuck me."
Harvey's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but smile.
He dropped to his knees and began to kiss Sarah's boots to thank her.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he said quickly. "I don't deserve this. I promise I'll have my best ad campaign ever by Monday morning. I don't care if I have to sleep in my office!"
"That's the kind of attitude I like, slave. Now stand up and kiss me!" Mistress Sarah said with a satisfied smile.
Harvey rose to his feet and they stood facing each other for the first time.
He was a full foot taller than her and she looked very tiny next to him.
The thought of fucking his beautiful mistress made the blood pump down into his groin.
In a flash his cock was as hard as a rock and sticking out in front of him.
Sarah could see angry veins protruding from the thick stalk.
The glans was a deep purple color and the thin skin was stretched tight over it.
That cock was bobbing up and down in anticipation.
He placed his large hands on the sides of Sarah's hips.
He pulled her tight against him with strong arms so that his cock was pinned between their torsos, pointing straight up.
Her breasts were pressed flat against the thick rug of fur that covered Harvey's broad chest.
He could feel her hard erect nipples pressing against his skin.
Their lips met with a crunch, pushing them hard against their teeth.
Their passions were out of control, and they kissed with reckless abandon.
For a moment they kissed with mouths closed, but soon their lips parted.
Their tongues found each other in an instant and did a wet, internal dance together.
They rolled their tongues together as if they were performing as erotic ballet.
Even after their lips came apart they touched the tips of their tongues together.
Sarah could feel a fresh flow of cunt juice in her pussy.
Harvey could feel his balls aching as if he hadn't come in a week.
By the time the kiss finally ended they were both breathless with passion.
Harvey kissed Mistress Sarah's neck all the way down to her shoulder.
He stooped a little more so he could shower her breasts with tiny peck kisses.
His tongue found her right nipple, and he was thrilled when her heard her sigh.
He flicked his tongue across that nipple and then wrapped his lips around it.
He sucked it deep into his mouth and even rubbed his teeth against it a little.
By the time he was done sucking it it was protruding far from the tip of Sarah's breast.
He repeated the process with the other nipple so that they were equally erect.
He then stood up again and ground his hips against her perfect body.
He could feel her sweet pubic patch rubbing against his balls.
"How would you like to do it, Mistress Sarah? In what position do you want to fuck?" Harvey asked.
"I want you to pick me up with those strong arms, slave. I am going to wrap my legs around you and cling to your neck as you fuck my pussy hard and fast. I want you to fuck me for a long time. Think about baseball or something. I want you to delay your own orgasm for as long as you can and give me maximum pleasure."
"I will be the best possible fuck, Mistress Sarah," Harvey said sincerely.
He had every intention of giving this fuck his best shot.
"I hope that isn't false confidence, worm. We shall see if you can give me the pleasure I need. Your cock is big enough, for sure, but it remains to see how you will use it. Without the proper slave behind it, a big prick might as well be a cold plastic dildo!"
"I will do my best, Mistress Sarah. I promise I will. '
"It doesn't appear to me that you have much of a choice," Sarah said, but even though her words were hard, her caresses were gentle.
Sarah moved her fingers up to the base of Harvey's neck.
She gently tugged at the little black hairs that grew there.
Harvey loved the sensation of leather against his skin.
Sarah intertwined her fingers at the back of his neck and leapt up.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and pinned Harvey's cock to his belly with her open, oozing cunt slash.
She drew back her hips and she could feel the tip of Harvey's big rod throbbing against her clit.
The inside of her cunt was throbbing very violently.
She just had to have that long thick rod all the way inside her.
She moved like a monkey so that Harvey could get the thick, purple tip of his cock between her inner cunt lips.
She knew that her cunt walls would have to stretch as far as they could go to hold Harvey's awesome tool.
"Enter me slowly," she said in a voice that was no louder than a whisper.
She hugged him close so that her lips were very close to his ear.
He could feel her hot breath inside his ear and it made his whole body shiver and become covered with goose-bumps.
Just then he began to press forward with his hips, and his cock began to enter her a fraction of an inch at a time.
Sarah's cunt lips had to open wide for the throbbing purple glans to get all the way between them.
Harvey could tell right away that Sarah's cunt was going to fit his cock snugly.
He knew that her inner cunt muscles would be well toned and strong.
She would be able to grip the shaft of his cock tightly.
She would suck on his prick with her cunt each time he drew out of her.
He wanted his beautiful mistress to feel and appreciate each fraction of an inch of his pulsating rod of cockmeat.
Sarah could tell that the top of his shaft would rub directly against her clit, it was so thick.
Sarah could feel a great ache up past the mouth of her womb.
She was so worked up from the punishment session that she knew she would have a deep vaginal orgasm the second the tip of Harvey's cock reached the magic spot deep inside her.
The penetration took a long time and they both held their breaths with their lungs full until his prick was all the way inside.
Then Sarah let out a scream that emptied her lungs. His cock filled her completely and the orgasmic spasms started immediately.
She could feel her inner cunt lips wrapped around the very base of his cock.
Her cunt walls were stretched taut and their respective pubic patches pressed together.
Harvey thought that Sarah would start a savage fucking motion the second the complete violation was achieved.
But instead she gyrated her hips, feeling his pole stretching blissfully at her filled-up pussy hole.
"Now fuck me slave! Fuck me slow and use the entire length of your cock with each stroke," Sarah said between gasps for air.
She could feel the blissful ripples of joy spreading throughout her body, and she knew that she would come many times as she rode on her slaves huge pole.
They both pulled back with their hips at the same time until only the head of Harvey's cock remained between Sarah's stretched cunt lips.
Then he eased it back in, and he found that though her cunt was tight, it was silky smooth. The most comfortable hot box he had ever stroked with his stiff phallus.
He eased the whole shaft back in with a single thrust of his hips and Sarah made a loud grunting noise tight into Harvey's ear.
She was gripping at the back of his neck so tightly that her knuckles were turning white inside the black leather gloves.
She squeezed at his sides as hard as she could with her smooth thighs.
She had turned her feet inward and she was digging at Harvey's kidneys with her boots' spike high heels.
Harvey began to fuck her hot cunt with a smooth steady motion.
The pace of the fuck slowly increased as they went along.
Sarah could feel her inner cunt lips being pulled out then pushed back in by the motion of Harvey's cock.
Her cunt was so wet that they made sloppy splashing noises as they fucked.
They moaned at the same time, with each plunge of cockmeat into cuntmeat.
Soon they were fucking as hard as they could, and every muscle in their bodies was determined to get Harvey's cock to move in and out of Sarah's cunt as fast and hard as possible.
Each thrust of Harvey's hips stabbed the entire length of his pole into Sarah's drooling quim.
Cunt juises poured out of the base of Sarah's cunt and lubricated the crack between her buttocks.
Some of those juices spilled onto the floor at Harvey's feet.
Sarah quickly got to the point where she was once again having one never-ending come.
Harvey wanted to spill his seed, but he held back the urge as long as he could.
But finally he could hold back no more. His hands moved to Sarah's buttocks and he gripped her ass cheeks so hard that his knuckles turned white.
He plunged his cock all the way into Sarah's cunt and left it there.
He arched his back and straightened his neck so he was facing the ceiling of the torture room.
His knees were bent more than ever and he could feel Sarah's cunt spasming as it gripped at his shaft.
He let out a loud scream of ecstasy as his balls once again pumped out his semen.
His hot sticky seed spewed from his piss hole and bathed the inside of Sarah's cunt.
She had one last orgasm at that moment, so they came together.
For a moment they were one being, clutching desperately to one another, sharing a single ecstasy.
But then the moment was over and all of their muscles relaxed at the same time.
They both basked in the warm contentment of their afterglows.
They listened to each other catch their breaths, and they felt their heartbeats slowly returning to normal.
They still clung to each other and Sarah could feel Harvey's cock getting littler inside her buzzing cunt.
"Let me down now, Harvey," Sarah said, patting him on the back of his head.
They were both drenched with sweat, as he set her down, his cock hanging limp between his parted thighs.
"You may go now," Sarah said. "Get your clothes on and leave. Get right to work!"
"Yes, Mistress Sarah," Harvey said. He put on his clothes and left the torture room.
From looking at the dark room one would have thought that it was in the basement of an old mansion.
But as Harvey exited the room he entered a well-lit hall of offices on the Fifty-first floor of a skyscraper.
It was the middle of the afternoon on an average working day at the Hastings Corporation and the torture room was many feet above a midtown Manhattan street.
CHAPTER FOUR
President Sarah Warmflash sat behind her oak desk in her lush private office.
Behind her was a big window from which she could see all of New York City.
The walls were paneled in dark wood and there were pictures of hamburgers and french fries.
To her right was a big painting of Samuel Everett Hastings, the founder of the corporation.
He was old even in the painting, and Sarah always suspected that the man had been born old.
He was responsible for all of this power she had at her fingertips.
She gazed at his portrait and sighed, making her tits jiggle a little.
She missed the old boy. She never pissed on anyone who got off on it the way the grizzly old submissive had.
Sarah was wearing a black dress that was cut low in both the front and the back.
The dress revealed quite a bit of her globular tits, and clung tightly to her sides so that it did nothing to hide her figure.
There was a slit up the side of the dress so that one could see her shapely legs as she walked.
She was wearing black open-toed high heels and she was wearing half-moon glasses that she wore only for reading.
A little light went on on the top of the intercom close to her right hand.
She tapped her long fingernails on the top of her desk for a moment and then pressed a button on the intercom.
"Yes, Miss Thompson. What is it?" Sarah said.
"We just got word from sales that two employees have been found fucking on the staircase," the crackly voice said.
"Again? Who were they?"
"Sally Simspon, and Maclntyre Symms," the voice replied.
"Okay. Sign my name on Symms walking papers and send Ms. Simpson to me immediately. I'm afraid she will have to be punished severely for this."
"Yes, Ms. Warmflash. Right away, ma'am," the voice said and Sarah turned off the machine.
In a few moments Sally Simpson appeared in Sarah's private office.
She was very frightened because she was brand new and she didn't know what to expect.
She had heard a lot of horror stories about being sent to the boss for punishment.
Sally was fresh out of high school and this was her first full time job.
She was a clerk down in sales and had been caught fucking one of the boys on her lunch break.
She was only eighteen years old, which was a full year younger than Sarah.
Her hair was blonde and curly and she had a manner than made her seem younger than she was.
But Sarah thought she was a little cutie-pie and her tits looked like they were made of vanilla ice cream.
"You will come with me," Sarah said and led the frightened little girl to the punishment room down the hall.
Sally's eyes went wide with fear when she saw the skulls and the shrunken heads hanging from the walls of the ceiling.
"What are you going to do to me?" Sally asked, her voice quivering.
Her nipples were erect with fear and pushing out her sweater.
Her stomach was filled with butterflies and her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest.
"You are now my complete sex slave, Sally. You were hired only after I learned that being a sex slave was in your nature."
"But I've never seen anything like this. This is scary."
"Ha! You will know pain unlike any other pain you have ever known."
Sally felt as if she were being put in a trance by Mistress Sarah's words.
Sarah did not have time to change her clothes. She would have to conduct this punishment session in her dress.
Sally could tell that she would do whatever her boss wanted her to do, no matter how painful or humiliating it was.
"The first thing you must do is take off all of your clothes. You may hang them up over there."
Sally gulped and pulled her sweater over her head. Sarah gasped when she got her first glimpse of the little blonde's delicious tits.
Sally moved as if she were in a trance. Her blue eyes stared and did not blink.
She removed her wraparound skirt and hung that up also.
Sally kicked off her shoes and removed her stockings, and then her panties.
She was as maked as they day she was born and Sarah felt like drooling when she looked at the nymphette's tight little body.
Sally stood facing Sarah with her thin arms at her sides.
She looked right into Sarah's eyes and the dominatrix could tell that the little blonde was ready to obey.
"I want you to climb up on the big table and get on your back. You will put your arms back over your head and you will spread your legs wide open."
Sally did this without a single peep of protest.
Sarah stood at the foot of the table so she could see the parted lips of Sally's cunt.
Sarah knew that a girl that little had to have a very tight pussy.
There was nothing the dominatrix liled better than to stretch tight pussies out.
Sarah quickly applied the chains to the little blonde's wrists and ankles so she was held in place.
"You are just a little girl. I don't even know why I hired you in the first place. You are just a little baby girl. I'll bet you pee your panties and suck your thumb at night. Little baby girls don't have all that hair growing on their pussies like that, slave. I am going to have to shave off all of your pubies so your cunt will look like a little girl cunt. You insist on behaving like a baby I will have to make that sweet cunt of yours look just like a baby's cunt. And after you are completely bald between your parted thighs, I will do things so horrible to you that you can not even imagine what they will be. Yes, you will know the true meaning of the word agony."
Sally gulped and found that her elbows and knees were locked straight.
The rings of iron were so tight around her tiny wrists and ankles that her fingers and her toes were turning purple.
After a while she would be able to feel nothing in her hands and her feet.
Sarah filled a bowl with warm water, gathered up a couple of clean towels, picked up the straight razor and the shaving cream, and returned to the table.
"I would advise you not to move your hips, darling," Sarah said sweetly. "I know you can't move them very much anyway, but I would suggest that you concentrate on remaining perfectly still. I am going to be shaving around some very delicate areas and it would be a crying shame if I cut something that didn't want to be cut."
The tone of the dominatrix' voice told the little blonde that she did not think it would be a crying shame at all.
Sarah soaked one of the clean white towels with warm water and pressed it snug against Sally's pussy. She then applied the shaving cream thickly above the pussy, along its outer lips and betwen the cheeks of her ass.
She shaved carefully and did not stop until Sally did not have a trace of pubic hair left anywhere on her private parts.
Sally sighed because she had not been cut but she couldn't help but worry about the things that were to awful to imagine.
"Now, sweet Sally Simpson," Sarah said with a loud laugh. "It is time to see how much I can fit up inside that tight pussy of yours."
Sally could feel a cold sweat break out across her body.
She shivered as the perspiration cooled the temperature of her skin.
Sarah stood at the foot of the punishment table and looked at Sally's bald cunt.
The little girl's tits heaved up and down as she struggled to breath.
Sarah placed the forefinger of her right hand on Sally's clit, pressed, and then drew that finger down until it got between the inner lips of Sally's cunt.
She pushed that finger all the way inside, and felt Sally's swollen cunt flesh grip to it. If her pussy could grip a single finger, Sarah knew how much it would have to stretch to take her whole fist.
Sarah twisted that single finger around inside Sally's cunt so that her palm was facing up.
Sally moaned at the pleasure she got from this gentle caress.
Sarah moved that finger in and out slowly and heard Sally moan deeper.
The little blonde's cunt was getting all wet and slippery.
Her clit was quivering at the top of her hairless pink slash.
Sarah added a second finger and increased the pace of the fingerfuck.
The domiantrix' fingers were very wet and shiny, and she could feel the inner cunt lips being pulled and pushed by the motion.
A third finger was added but this caused the little girl pain.
Sarah held the fingers side to side so that it asked the little blonde's cunt to stretch further than it had for any cock.
"This is nothing compared to what is going to happen," Sarah said as she saw the expression of distress on the little girl's face.
A fourth finger was added and Sally thought her cunt flesh was going to tear open at any moment.
Sarah placed her thumb against the center of her palm and began to press her whole hand inside that cunt.
The lips did not want to open that far and Sarah had to put her weight behind her shoulder as she pressed her right hand inside.
Flesh tore and Sally screamed out in agony. Sarah did not stop pressing forward with her hand until only her wrist suck out of that slash.
Sarah threw back her head with a belly laugh as she saw blood coming from the slit, dripping down between Sally's soft young buttocks.
Then the dominatrix slowly began to close her fingers inside Sally's cunt.
She was not going to stop closing her fingers until she had made a tight fist up inside there.
Sally tossed her head back and forth. Big tears welled up in her baby blue eyes and streamed down her cheeks.
The little blonde's cheeks were stained by the tracks of her tears.
She could taste her own tears, salty and bitter, as they dripped into her gaping open mouth.
Sally screamed as if her clitoris had just been severed with a rusty kitchen knife.
New wounds were opened up inside Sally's cunt as Sarah managed to get her fingers all the way closed.
But that did not end the fist fuck. Sarah began to twist that fist around, so the pain would be even worse!
"Oh no, God, it hurts too much!" Sally sobbed pitifully.
But the woman just looked at her coolly and smiled silently.
"You are ruining me. I'll never be able to-" But Sally's words were cut off as Sarah pulled her bloody fist all the way out of Sally's cunt and then punched it all the way back inside again.
"This will teach you to ball in the office," Sarah said. "You will learn the rules here are meant to be obeyed!"
Sally was very close to passing out the pain was so severe.
She wished that she could black out because she wanted the nightmare to be over.
Sarah pulled her fist out of that bleeding wound and punched it back in again repeatedly, with increasing force.
Sarah figured the little girl had enough of that particular kind of punishment.
She pulled her bloody hand out of Sally's cunt for the last time.
She smeared the blood all over Sally's flat belly, and made the little blonde lick away the rest.
The girl sobbed and wept as she licked the blood from her mistress' fingers.
Sarah then went over to the sink and washed her hands with soap and warm water.
She looked at the table of torture tools and hummed a happy song to herself.
Sally couldn't help but fear what was going to happen next.
If the fist fuck was for openers, Sally didn't want to know what was the encore.
Sarah looked at two long golden needles and a pair of gold rings.
A lightbulb went on over her head and she picked these up and moved to the side of the torture table.
"I think it would be nice if I gave you a little something to remember your first visit to the punishment room," Sarah said, turning one corner of her sensuous mouth up into a half smile.
She held up one gold ring so Sally could see it. Sally had to blink away tears to see properly.
Her cunt still hurt very badly and her brain raced to figure out what the gold ring was for. It was about the size of a dime and looked like an earring.
"You see, sweet Sally Simpson, in honor of this occasion, I am going to give you a pair of beautiful gold nipple rings which you must always wear. That way anyone who sees you naked will know you belong to me. But before I can give you your beautiful gold rings, I of course have to pierce your nipples. That is what these two gold needles are for. The needles are made of gold to help prevent infection. I have many female slaves who say that having their nipples pierced was the worst pain they had ever known. I hope you agree with them."
Sally Simpson was petrified with fear.
All of the muscles in her body were taut.
Sarah picked up one gold needle in her tight hand.
With her left she pinched Sally's left nipple and pulled it far out from the rest of the quivering breast.
Sally's eyes bugged out with horror as she saw the sharp tip of the needle get ever closer to her hyper-sensitive nipple flesh.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sally Simpson once again almost passed out as she felt the tip of the sharp golden needle sink in to her nipple.
"OH no," she said, and her voice was filled with pitiful despair.
As the pain struck she let out another horrible scream that echoed through the walls of the den of torture.
There wasn't nearly as much blood as Sally would have thought there would be.
Just a couple of drops oozed from the wound opened by the needle.
Mistress Sarah continued to press the needle through the hard bead of flesh until she could see that it was about to poke through the other side.
Sally cursed herself for not being able to pass out and make it all go away.
Mistress Sarah had not been exaggerating when she said it would be the worst pain the little girl would ever have to know.
The dominatrix bitch gave the needle an extra sharp shove and the needle poked all the way through.
Then Mistress Sarah worked the needle back and forth slowly, making sure the hole she had made would not close up before she had a chance to insert the little gold ring.
"You should be proud to wear these rings, Sally," Sarah said calmly, pretending not to notice that her victim was writhing in agony. "These rings mean that you will be my sex slave forever and ever."
Finally Sarah pulled the needle all the way out and carefully inserted the gold ring in the hole she had made in that nipple.
The second she locked the ring closed inside the nipple she began to repeat the process.
The other nipple was quivering, waiting to be ravaged by the golden needle.
Sally hoped that it wouldn't hurt as badly the second time.
But her hopes were in vain and she cried so much she didn't think she had any tears left in her.
Sarah stepped back from the table to admire her handiwork.
She folded her arms in front of her chest and looked at the two pretty rings that now adorned young Sally's nipples.
The little blonde's nipples had been swollen in the first place.
But now they were starting to turn black and blue from internal bleeding.
"You look very pretty, Sally," Sarah said with a smile of contentment. "But I don't think I am done with you quite yet."
"Please let me go. I promise I won't fuck during work anymore. It was a silly thing for me to do and I promise I'll never do it again!"
"I don't think that's good enough, Sally. Your crime has already been committed and you must pay. Tell me, sweet little girl, have you ever been fucked in the asshole by any of your many men?"
Sally managed to shake her red, wet face from side to side to indicate that she had not.
"But I'll bet you've tried, haven't you? One of your young stud friends must have tried to get it right up your poop chute."
"Yes, they tried," Sally said in a voice that was so low and shakey it was barely audible.
"But why happened, Sally? Why didn't they succeed in fucking your sweet ass the way they wanted to?"
"Because their cocks were too big and my asshole was too little. It just wouldn't fit and it hurt too much."
"But here in the punishment room, such things are not taken into consideration. Your asshole is quite elastic, and your pain means nothing to me. I think you will get fucked in the ass now. Only brute force will get a big cock up your asshole, and I think I'm just the person to supply that brute force."
Sally shivered, but she still wasn't sure what her mistress was talking about.
Sarah didn't have a cock, being a woman, and Sally couldn't figure out how she was going to get fucked in the ass.
But then the little blonde saw her dominatrix walk over to the table in the corner of the punishment room.
It was then Sally saw the fake cock that would be used on her.
Sarah did not pick the same dildo she had used on Harvey's ass.
Harvey's ass had been fucked many times and could handle the biggest rubber dildo.
But Sally still had her asshole cherry, and it would be broken by a smaller fake log.
Which is not to say that the dildo Sarah was going to use was small.
It was a full nine inches long, but it wasn't as thick as the black one she had used on Harvey.
This one was made of red rubber and it had little bumps on the fake glans for extra stimulation following penetration.
Attached to the base of the red dildo was a black elastic belt.
Sarah quickly took off her black dress and hung it up.
She was wearing no bra and no underwear and Sally realized just how beautiful her bitch boss was.
Sarah's nipples were sticking way out and pointing slightly upward.
She could feel the ache in her cunt as it got wetter and wetter.
Her clit was erect and she could tell that her pussy flesh was becoming fully engorged with blood.
Mistress Sarah was getting very horny at the thought of popping an ass cherry.
Especially when that cherry belonged to a little girl as sweet and pretty as young Sally Simpson.
Sarah strutted around the punishment room wearing the red dildo.
It stuck out and up from her heart-shaped pubic patch and Sally found that she couldn't take her eyes off of her mistress.
Sally's asshole was starting to tingle, and she could feel an ache in her bowels that told her how much she needed to be penetrated up her back door.
Sally could feel the pain in her nipples and her cunt turning into a dull ache.
Her nipples were more swollen and purple than ever, and the blood that had dripped from her cunt had cooled and hardened.
The caked blood was cracking and flaking off of the insides of the pretty little blonde's thighs.
Sally found herself thinking about her life, and how it had changed so rapidly.
Only a year before she had been a cheerleader and a senior in high school.
She had lost her virginity to the quarterback on the football team at sixteen.
It had felt so good that Sally found lierself wanting sex all the time.
She couldn't think about other things because she was so boy-crazy.
She found that she liked to feel completely dominated during sex.
She felt that men had the power of God in their cocks.
Sally figured her sole purpose on Earth was to serve those cocks whenever she could.
She was the sort of girl who just couldn't turn a horny guy away.
It was true up to that very day, when she had fucked Maclntyre Symms on the staircase just because he said she had pretty hair.
Sally liked it when there was pain during sex, and she had a reputation as the kind of a girl who liked to fuck violently.
Many of the boys she went to high school with knew she liked to get slapped around before she got fucked.
For some reason the pain and the humiliation that those boys gave her made her orgasms even more intense than they would have been.
She liked to go out with jocks, not only because she thought they had bitching bodies, but because they were the sort of guys that didn't mind slapping around a cute little girl if they thought she needed it.
But none of the S and M games Sally had played with the boys had ever approached what was happening to her now.
She knew that she was learning a great deal about herself in the punishment room of Sarah Warmflash.
She was learning about the divine association between agony and ecstasy.
She could tell that getting fucked in the ass by the ruthless woman was going to make her come spectacularly.
And all of that was in spite of the fact that her cunt and her nipples felt like they were never going to stop hurting.
As Sally watched through tear-filled eyes at her mistress, her mind floated into a pleasant daydream.
She began to think of the days when she was a virgin, and the wonder of her very first fuck.
Sally Simpson was sixteen years old and it was a warm spring day.
It had been a very long winter and she could feel the sun baking the cold out of her bones.
She knew that this was going to be a very magic spring for her.
She could feel herself turning from a little girl into a woman.
The boys were really starting to notice her and she knew she was turning into quite a sexy fox.
She knew that she would be able to have any boyfriend she wanted the second she felt ready to lose her virginity.
And she knew that that time was not very far away. The ache she felt in her pussy seemed to be getting greater every day.
She masturbated frequently, and she found that she could give herself many orgasms in a single masturbatory session.
That relieved some of the ache, the ache she felt was centered in her love button at the top of her virgin vagina.
But it didn't seem to do anything to help the ache she felt deep inside her cunt.
That ache was internal, and it was centered well past the thin wall of membrane that blocked the path to her womb.
The ache was most distressing in a place within her that had never been touched.
Sometimes, while masturbating, she had a tremendous urge to plunge her fingers right through that hymen.
She wanted to penetrate herself so she could satisfy her craving to get fucked by a real cock.
But she never did that. She always fought back the urge to break her own pussy cherry.
She wanted to save her cherry as a gift for the boy she chose to be her very first fuck. And, in the long run, she was glad she did.
As Sally Simpson was leaving school that day she heard a voice behind her.
It was the voice of Donny McCormick, the tall handsome quarterback of the football team.
He also played first base on the baseball team and he had just finished baseball practice out behind the high school.
His shaggy blonde hair was still wet from his shower and he was carrying a scruffy blue gym bag in his right hand.
"Sally, wait up," he called out with a look of youthful innocence on his face.
Sally smiled. She liked Donny a lot. She figured he could have her cherry if he played his cards right.
Donny had the same thought in mind, and he had every intention of playing each of his cards perfectly.
Sally stopped walking and waited until Donny was at her side.
"Hey, Sal, can I walk you home?" he said sweetly.
"Sure," Sally replied with a blush. "I think that's very romantic. If I had books with me, I'd let you carry them."
"You know I really like you a lot Sally. I was just thinking the other day what a shame it is that you don't hang out more."
"I guess I'm a little on the shy side," Sally said meeting his eyes.
They both noticed a look of sexy desire in the other.
"You never seem very shy around me when I talk to you alone," Donny said.
They were walking down the sidewalk very slowly, strolling, like boyfriends and girlfriends sometimes do.
"I'm not shy around you. I feel about as bold as I get around you," Sally said.
Donny reached out and took Sally's hand in his free hand.
He gave it a little squeeze and used the tip of his thumb to caress her gently.
Sally squeezed back and they paused, both not knowing what to say next.
Donny finally broke the silence, but he was nervous and his words quivered.
"You know, Sally, sometimes I think I like you as more than a friend," he said, looking down at his sneakers.
"You mean you would like me to be your lover?" Sally asked, her eyes brightening at the very thought.
"Yeah, you know, I thought we could like go out and stuff."
"I don't know, Donny. I've never had a lover before. I mean I've never gone all the way with a guy."
This time it was Donny's turn to have his eyes light up.
"Really? Gosh, I thought I was the only one in the school who had never done it."
"You mean you are a virgin too?" Sally asked, unable to hide her surprise. She always figured that Donny got all of the women he wanted. But when she thought about it, she couldn't ever remember seeing him with a girl. He always seemed to be hanging out with the other guys drinking beer and making nasty sexist comments as jocks are prone to do.
"Nope. Would you like to me my first and I'll be your first?"
"I think that's the best idea I've ever heard," Sally said.
"We can sort of learn together and we don't have to worry about embarrassing ourselves or anything."
"I think the sooner the better, but where? We can't go to my house. My folks would have a shitfit if I snuck a boy up into my room."
"Well, I was getting to that. You see my folks are gone for the whole weekend. Maybe you could call home and tell them you are spending the night at a girlfriend's house and spend the night with me."
"Okay!" Sally said, and then kicked herself for sounding too anxious.
But her attitude only pleased Donny and he appeared to be a small boy once again too.
Sally stopped at a pay phone on her way home and made a couple of phone calls to arrange things.
She even called one of her girlfriends who would be willing to cover for her if her folks called to check up.
The young high school couple changed direction and went to Donny's house instead.
They were both so nervous they could barely keep from shivering in anticipation.
Donny could feel his cock getting hard inside his tight jeans as he used his key to open the front door.
His cock was so big that it made a bulge in the front of his jeans.
Than bulge was so big that Sally couldn't help but notice it.
She used the tip of her tongue to moisten her parched lips as the door opened and they walked into the living room of Donny's house.
Both Donny and Sally lived in a suburban community out on Long Island.
It was a rather well-to-do town and both grew up living in split level homes.
They walked into the living room and the air was considerably cooler than the air outside.
There hadn't been a cloud in the sky and the sky was bluer than it had been since the previous fall.
Donny quickly set down his gym bag and closed the door behind him.
After locking the door he turned to face the cute little blonde.
Sally could feel her virgin pussy getting all wet with natural lubrication.
She could tell that she was making a wet spot in the crotch of her white soft cotton panties.
Her nipples were erect and Donny could easily see that she was not wearing a bra.
Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the yellow tee-shirt she was wearing.
They faced each other and moved together as if they were moving in slow motion.
Donny wrapped his hands around little Sally's slim waist and pulled her close to him.
They could feel the heat from each other's bodies, and this made their passions grow in leaps and bounds.
Sally placed her hands gently on the strong back of Donny's neck.
She ran her fingers through his blonde locks, which were dry by that time.
They had been dried by the sun during their slow-paced walk.
He was much taller than her and he stooped to look into her eyes.
Sally got up on the toes of her sneakers and tilted her face up toward him.
He placed a crooked forefinger under her chin and their faces came closer together.
They both closed their eyes as their lips came together. In a moment the kiss was hard and passionate.
Their lips parted and they rolled their tongues together.
By the time the kiss was over both sets of lips were wet and shiny from shared spittle.
Sally's nipples were buzzing and yearning to be stroked.
"Touch my tits," she said, and there was a note of pleading in her voice.
Donny worked his right hand up under Sally's tee-shirt.
He quickly found her left breast and took it in his palm.
If he opened his fingers as far as he could he could just get the whole tit in his hand at the same time.
But, of course, Donny had very large hands. It takes big hands to be able to throw a football as well as Donny McCormick did.
He gave her breast a tender squeeze and was thrilled when he heard the little blonde moan with pleasure.
"My nipples!" Sally shouted. "Pinch at my nipples!"
"Why don't we take off your shirt first," Donny said, his voice quivering from the sexual tension he was feeling in his cock and balls.
His cock was so big and hard that he thought he was going to tear the front of his already tight jeans right out.
He got both hands under the bottom of Sally's tee-shirt.
She put her hands up over her head as he tugged upward.
He sucked cool air through puckered lips when he saw her big tits spill out.
He pulled the tee-shirt all the way off and tossed it aside without caring where it landed.
It happened to land half on and half off the couch, one short sleeve dangling so low that it rested on the thick shag carpet.
"You have beautiful tits, Sally," Donny said, feeling his cock throbbing worse than he could ever remember it throbbing before.
"Pinch my nipples," Sally repeated and Donny moved his fingers up to the tips of her big breasts.
He got his thumbs and forefingers wrapped around both of those hard nipples at the same time.
He pinched them lightly at first but Sally immediately told him to do it as hard as he could.
When he did pinch them hard Sally found that the pain it caused mixed perfectly with her sexual pleasure.
She found that the pain he caused with those pinches actually felt good.
This might have confused her if she hadn't been hotter than hell for sex.
It was as if the pain was translated into pleasure by the time it got to her brain.
"Pull on my nipples!" she screamed with delight. "Pull them until the skin is stretched tight."
Donny did this and Sally could feel the wet spot in the front of her white cotton panties growing as more natural lubrication spilled from between her swollen cunt lips.
Sally had no idea at that point in her life that the pain/pleasure association would ever be taken to the extremes of Mistress Sarah's punishment.
"Suck them," she said breathlessly, tossing back her head so she was looking at the ceiling of Donny's living room. "Suck my tits!"
Donny dropped to his knees before the little girl and used the tip of his tongue to flick back and forth across her twin erections.
He then wrapped his lips around each nipple and sucked on each for a very long time.
He loved the way her flesh felt on his mouth, and he loved the little gurgling noises she made in the back of her throat as she got ever hotter under his caresses.
He used his teeth to give each of her nipples little bites.
"Let's get naked," Sally said, and Donny was very glad she had.
His pants had never felt so tight and he quickly stood up so they could undress.
Clothes were strewn all over the room and in a matter of seconds Sally and Donny were naked as jaybirds.
Sally looked down and could see Donny's hard prick sticking out from his slim hips.
She realized right away, having never seen an erect penis before, that she had grossly underestimated how big one would be.
It was so big and she was so little. She couldn't figure out how that throbbing log could ever fit inside little old her.
But the second she saw his cock bobbing up and down in anticipation, she knew she had to smell it and taste it.
"I want to suck your cock," she said softly, dropping to her knees before him.
It was the kind of offer that Donny found difficult to refuse.
Donny stood with his feet more than shoulder width apart.
His hands were on his slim waist and his back was slightly arched.
He bent a little at the knees and stood with his hips out in front of the rest of his body.
He had thought he would be embarrassed being naked in front of a pretty girl for the first time in his life.
But everything seemed so natural and good that neither of them felt any shyness whatsoever at that moment.
CHAPTER SIX
Sally's blissful daydream continued as Mistress Sarah removed the chains that held her on her back.
She was on her knees looking right at the head of Donny's pulsating cock.
That head was the thickest part of his cock, and she loved the way it looked.
It was a deep purple color and the skin that covered it was stretched taut.
The skin was very thin and smooth. It was a little on the shiny side.
His little piss hole in the center of his glans was opening and closing with tiny spasms.
Sally placed her tiny fingertips on the underside of his cock.
She moved it upward until it was pressed against his flat belly.
The tip of his cock rested several inches above his belly button.
She looked at the underside of his prick and puckered her lips to blow cool air on it.
She looked at the dangling sack that held his manly balls.
It was wrinkled and appeared to be all filled up with come.
There were little blonde hairs growing right out of that sack, which was directly between Donny's muscled thighs.
Sally kept his cock pinned so that it was pointing straight up and lowered her head so she could lick his scrotum.
She touched the tip of her tongue to the top of that sack.
She touched just below the very base of his thick cock stalk.
She was thrilled when she heard him gasp and shudder with pleasure.
He took his hands off of his waist and placed them gently on top of her head.
He ran his fingers slowly and sensuously through her blonde curls.
Sally wiggled her tongue around curiously exploring the wrinkled sack that held Donny's balls.
She used her free hand to gently tug the short and curly golden hairs that grew directly from that sack.
She licked at his scrotum until it was all wet and shiny from her hot and sweet saliva juice.
She used her free hand to lift his balls up so she could get her tongue on the base of his sack.
She bobbed the sack up and down a couple of times on her soft fingertips.
She looked as if she were trying to determine how much his testicles weighed.
She found that he was very sensitive on the underside of his scrotum.
He gasped and moaned loudly as she licked him there.
She worked her tongue further between his legs and even licked the hyper-sensitive patch of skin between his balls and his asshole.
She wanted to suck on his balls but she knew she would have to be very careful.
She knew how sensitive those glands were and how easily she could hurt them.
She placed her open lips on the sack and searched around.
She made her mouth as soft as cotton, and her lips were spongy and sensuous.
She sucked on each of his balls one at a time, and she loved the way he bent further at the knees when she did it.
The muscles in his legs were very taut and his knees felt as if they were made of jelly.
His sexual tension was so severe he didn't know how much longer his legs would be able to support his weight.
They switched position so that Donny was on his back on the thick shag carpet.
He had his thighs spread wide open and his knees raised up in the air.
The carpet felt soft and nice on their naked flesh as they moved.
Sally got on her belly and supported her weight on her elbows.
Her head was between his parted thighs and she was in position to suck him off.
She kissed, licked and nipped at his inner thighs as she ran her fingertips gently up and down the shaft of his prick.
His cock was lying on his belly with the tip pointing toward his face.
His face was red and contorted from the pleasure he was feeling.
Sally placed her tongue on the very base of his cock at that point.
She ran her tongue slowly up the shaft all the way to the tip.
She quickly found that he was most sensitive near the top of his cock.
In particular he liked to be licked on the fleshy patch just below the glans.
She concentrated on that spot for a long time and Donny couldn't help but begin to gyrate his hips.
Sally lifted his cock up off his belly and blew cool air on the very tip.
She used the flat part of her tongue to lick the entire shaft as if it were an ice cream cone.
Then she rolled her tongue all over the head until it too was all wet.
She used the very tip of her tongue to toy with the piss hole.
Then she got in position to suck on his cock. She knew that he was going to come when she sucked him.
"I don't want you to be afraid to come in my mouth, ' Sally said. "I'm looking forward to swallowing your come. I just know that it will taste great."
Sally opened her mouth as far as she could and wrapped her full, sensuous lips around the base of his glans.
The head of his cock was so tight that the corners of her mouth were stretched tight by this penetration.
She sucked the head of his cock and flicked the tip of her tongue across it at the same time.
But she quickly could tell that this was not going to be enough to satisfy the handsome blonde quarterback.
She knew that to be a really good lover, she would have to take his whole shaft inside her.
She would have to plunge his whole rod deep in her throat.
She wanted to be the best possible lover for him, because she knew he would do the same for her.
She knew that it was going to hurt to take that thick shaft in her throat.
But her own pain meant nothing to her by that point. She already knew that serving the erect cock had to be her first priority.
Her own discomfort would be secondary. It was this very attitude that gained Sally a reputation for submissiveness by the time she graduated from high school.
Sally knew that there were several things she would have to keep in mind if she were going to offer her whole throat to Donny's throbbing cock.
First of all she would have to do her best to ignore the pain she felt in her throat as he violated it.
She would have to concentrate on breathing exclusively through her nose, using deep breaths for maximum oxygen.
And she would have to concentrate on relaxing the muscle inside her throat as much as possible.
She began to work her lips down the shaft of his cock and she felt the tip enter her throat.
"You don't have to do that if you don't want to," Donny said, "that looks like it is going to hurt."
But Sally waved an arm in the air to tell him in was okay.
She hoped she could get the whole thing over with quickly if she just plunged her head savagely downward.
She did this and she felt as if she had been stabbed down the throat with a hot knife.
She coughed a little and she had a tremendous urge to gag.
But she remembered to keep the muscles in her throat relaxed and the urge to gag slowly faded away.
She could feel tears welling up in her baby blue eyes and she hoped that Donny would not be able to see that she was crying from the pain.
But Donny wasn't going to notice anything at that point.
He had his hands folded behind his head and his eyes were closed.
He had blocked everything out of his mind except for the pleasure he was feeling in his pulsating groin.
Sally kept working her lips down the shaft of his cock until they were wrapped tightly around the very base.
Her nose was imbedded in his golden pubic patch, which grew right above that throbbing tube of cockmeat.
The second she had all of his cock inside her throat, she began to pull up with her head slowly.
She did this until once again only the head remained between her stretched open lips.
Then she plunged her head downward once again so she could violate herself with the entire length of his prick with a single movement of her neck.
This time Donny couldn't help but thrust upward with his hips so the penetration would be as deep as possible.
Sally found that the worst of the pain was over, and she could move his shaft in and out of her throat with a minimum of discomfort.
But the pain she had felt only made her clit quiver all the more.
She worked his cock in and out of her throat with a smooth steady motion.
She could tell by how tight Donny's muscles were that it wouldn't be too very long before his cock would serve her with a hot meal.
He was panting like a wild animal so hard that his chest was heaving up and down violently.
He was letting out sexy moans and groans with each exhale and he was thrusting up with his hips more violently.
His face was redder than ever and he was tossing his head back and forth working his lips in the air.
His eyes were closed very tightly and his mouth occasionally fell gaping open, sucking for air.
Donny could feel his come swirling around inside his balls.
He couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten that day.
He thought he was just going to get to walk a pretty girl home.
And instead he was getting to spend the night with her.
He could tell that she would do whatever he wanted her to.
He would be able to use her body as a toy to satisfy his every sexual craving.
His come moved to the base of his cock and he could tell that he wouldn't be able to hold back his moment of ecstasy any longer.
Sally realized that she had no idea what his come was going to taste like.
She didn't know what temperature it was going to be, and she only had a vague concept of what the texture would be.
As Donny lifted his ass cheeks up off the rug she prepared herself to drink.
She moved her head so that she was sucking just on the head of his cock.
She wanted the come to land on her tongue so she would be able to savor each drop of it.
She didn't even know how much come she would have to deal with.
She had heard that the average male orgasm contained lOcc's of come.
But Sally didn't know how much a cc was so this didn't help her at all.
Donny pressed the back of his head hard against the palms of his hands.
His elbows turned upward and he looked like he was about to do a sit up.
But instead he pressed down with the balls of his feet.
He lifted his hips as far from the rug as he could, feeling his balls about to explode into bliss.
Sally had to move to keep her mouth on the end of his cock.
He was arched so taut he looked like a bow and his cock was the arrow.
Then he screamed out with his pleasure and his I come shot up the stalk of his spasming cock.
Sally could feel the spasms in his glans, and then, before she was quite ready, her mouth was filled with his hot sticky come.
The first shot of come was so plentiful that Sally was unable to swallow it all.
Her cheeks puffed outward in a brave attempt to drink it all down.
But some of that silver seed spilled over her pouting lower lip.
It rolled thickly down to the base of her curved chin.
But she did manage to swallow most of it and she found that she liked the taste a lot more than she thought she was going to.
It reminded her of a visit she had made to Jones Beach when the tide was out.
It was very hot stuff and it burned her already ravaged throat on the way down to her belly.
As she had anticipated its texture reminded her of hot raw egg whites.
The second shot of come was not as plentiful and she had no trouble swallowing all of it.
She continued to suck on the head of his cock until all of his muscles relaxed and he let out the deep sigh that let her know that his orgasm was over.
He slowly lowered his hips back down to the rug.
She slowly pulled her mouth off of his cock which was slowly deflating.
The blood pumped out of it as quickly as it had pumped in.
She watched with wide eyes as his cock returned to its flaccid state.
Sally moved so that she was lying right on top of Donny.
Her breasts were pressed flat against his chest as they kissed.
Donny had been able to taste his own come on her tongue, and the stuff that had spilled on her chin was getting smeared all over the place.
Donny would have thought that such things would have grossed him out.
But in the context of the intrinsic sexuality that filled their rapid beating hearts, he found this too to be natural and good.
"Now I want to give you pleasure," he said with a smile.
"Ummmmmmm," Sally hummed. "I can't say no to that."
"I don't think you can say no to anything, Sally Simpson."
"I think you're right. I was born to please. It's as simple as that."
"It's strange that you waited so long to do this, Sally."
"I was thinking the same thing about you, Donny dear."
"I guess fate just had us in the cards for each other."
"I guess so," Sally said and rolled off of him on her back.
As she spread her legs open and raised her knees up in the air, Donny moved to his side so he could caress the front of Sally's torso with his big fingers.
He rubbed her nipples, squeezed her breasts and then played a little with her belly button, which was an innie.
He ran his fingers over her abdomen where her ache was intense.
Her internal ache was worse than it had ever been before.
She knew that for the first time that ache was going to be appeased Donny tugged a little at her blonde pubic hair and then moved so that his head was between her parted thighs.
He could see how swollen and wet her cunt flesh was. He had never seen a pussy spread open like that before.
He had always thought there would just be a hole there.
But he found, to his delight, that it was a lot more complicated than that.
There were all sorts of interesting pink folds of flesh to lick and play with.
He got his nose very close to her wet pussy and smelled her honey pot.
He had been told that a girl's cunt smells like rotten fish.
But he found that it didn't smell like that at all. In fact it didn't smell anything like anything he had ever smelled before.
And he certainly did not find the scent of her womanhood unpleasant.
It was pungent and musky, and loved to fill his sinuses with it.
He felt slightly intoxicated with the aroma of her pussy, and already he could feel the blood pumping back into his cock.
He kissed and licked at the insides of her thighs and found that they were damp and slippery from the cunt juices that had spilled onto them.
Soon he worked his way up to her cunt and he began to lick at the outer lips.
He licked all around the outside of her cunt before pulling the outer lips as far apart as he could so he could get his tongue inside.
He ran the tip of his tongue along the edges of the swollen inner lips.
Those lips were so swollen that he could suck on them one at a time, and stretch the flesh until it was deep in his mouth.
Sally could tell that he wouldn't have to lick at her cunt for very long before she would burst into an awesome orgasm.
She had masturbated enough to know when her clit was about to burst.
And that was exactly the state her little man in the boat was in at that moment.
It was only after they started fucking that she had no idea what was going to happen.
Donny got his tongue between her inner lips and tried to plunge it deep inside.
But the tip of his tongue struck her intact hymen.
He could feel the thin membrane give a little under the force of his tongue.
He could tell that her cherry would be no match for his cock when it came time for him to stick it in her.
He pulled his tongue out and knew that licking her clit was the key to making her come.
He was a little embarrassed because he wasn't sure where the thing was.
He thought that an organ that important would be obvious.
He knew that it was near the top of the slit but all he could see was a sea of pink swollen flesh.
But he was not so shy about his ignorance that he was afraid to ask.
Sally placed the forefinger on her right hand just above her clit and pulled the sheath of flesh up and off of it.
The second Donny saw that little bead of erect womanhood he knew what it was.
He began to lick it gently with the very tip of his hot tongue.
This was the best thing that Sally Simpson had ever felt.
She quivered and cried out with her pleasure. She bucked her hips wildly and Donny had to wrap his strong arms around her thighs to keep his tongue on the magic spot.
He loved the way Sally's body became tense just as his had.
She was breaking down a lot of the misconceptions he had had about female sexuality.
Donny had always thought, at least in the back of his mind, that men were the only ones who enjoyed sex.
He figured that his job was to pursue and the female's job was to run away until she got sick of running.
It never occurred to him that a girl would have just as good of a time during sex as a man would.
He had thought that girls didn't even think about sex very much.
They seemed so nervous and skitterish about sex.
He had never been able to figure out why he and the boys were so disgusting and perverted when they cracked dirty jokes.
He had assumed that any girl who couldn't handle a joke about sex sure as hell couldn't handle the real thing.
But he now knew just how wrong he had been. He licked that clit as hard as he could and in a matter of seconds Sally burst into climax.
She screamed and fussed and squirmed as she felt the massive explosions going off in her clitoris, sending the blissful pleasure in waves throughout the rest of her tiny torso.
He continued to lick her clit until her orgasm was completely over.
By that time his cock was once again as hard as a rock.
His balls were aching so bad one would have thought that it had been months since the handsome boy had had an orgasm.
He was even hornier than he had been before Sally Simpson gave him her throat and drained his balls of come.
And that, after all, had only been a few minutes before.
Donny felt like quite a stud, recharging his sexual drive so quickly.
He felt as if he could get it up again and again, as long as Sally offered one of her holes for complete violation.
"I want to fuck you now," he said breathlessly, feeling his thick hard cock doing a little dance as it stood at attention.
"Come inside me," Sally said in a deep voice. "Fill me up with that big cock of yours."
They both found that talking dirty made the whole experience seem sexier.
Sally opened up her thighs so far her knees were pointing at opposite walls of the living room.
Donny mounted her and lay there on top with his cock pinned between their aching and heaving abdomens.
Sally could feel his cock throbbing against her sensitive flesh, and once again she wondered how far she would have to stretch open for him to get inside.
They kissed for a little while and then Donny lifted up his hips.
Sally gasped because she knew her virginity only had a few more seconds to live.
Donny reached back with his right hand and took the shaft of his cock in his tight powerful fist.
He gave his cock a couple of sharp squeezes just to make sure it was as hard and stiff as it needed to be.
He had no idea how hard it would be to bust in Sally's precious cherry, and he wanted to make sure that his erection was relentless.
He was satisfied by the little test and moved his cock so that the tip was touching Sally's open slash.
He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her cunt for a little while.
She moaned deeply as he touched her clit with his piss hole.
Then he moved his cock so that it was between her inner cunt lips.
Her cunt lips had to stretch as far as they could go for his glans to get between them.
Then he began to lower his hips and Sally held her breath.
She knew that this initial penetration was going to hurt.
Something told her that that pain was going to make it better rather than worse.
She could feel pressure being put on her cherry and Donny winced with exertion.
Then there was a tear, a scream, a stabbing pain, and the cherry was gone.
A single tear fell from Sally's right eye and stopped on her cheekbone.
A single drop of blood said farewell to her soon to be forgotten virginity.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mistress Sarah had all of Sally's limbs free by that time.
Sally massaged her wrists and ankles a little bit to get the blood to flow back into her hands and feet.
But her moment of freedom was to be short-lived, and before she knew it she was being turned over on the punishment table.
She was on her belly at that point and her erect ravaged nipples were forced to then press painfully into the hard wood.
She could feel her stretched cunt pressing against the wood also.
She didn't want to think about the reality of the moment at all.
She liked it in her daydream word and she wanted to go back there.
Her mind was reeling so badly from the punishment that she was having trouble telling what was real and what wasn't real.
For a moment she was back at Donny's house having her first sexual experience, and then she wax back with her dominatrix bitch, about to have her asshole plowed thoroughly with a long rubber dildo.
She had no doubts where she would rather be, so she let herself go.
Sally screamed out with pain as she felt the tip of Donny's cock pop her cherry audibly.
She could tell that the inner walls of her cunt were shriveled and tight from lack of use.
Donny would have to open up those walls using only his cock.
She lifted her feet up off the floor and noticed that all of her toes were tightly curled under.
She lifted up her feet until they were pointing up toward the ceding of the living room.
She still had her thighs spread far apart and she was making a "vee" with her legs, holding her knees locked straight.
She then bent at the knees and turned her toes inward.
She crossed her ankles on the small of Donny's back.
She hugged at the sides of his slim hips with her inner thighs.
She could tell that Donny was pushing down with his hips as hard as he could.
But her cunt was so tight the penetration was not coming easily.
The pain she felt when her cherry popped did not stay intense for long.
It turned into a dull ache that combined with the ache she felt deep in her cunt.
The spot up past the mouth of her womb was on fire with desire.
She could tell that she was going to come in a brand new way while being fucked.
It took a long time but Donny finally managed to get his cock all the way up inside Sally's unused pussy.
She was stretched further than she thought was possible.
It felt great to be touched in places she had never been touched before.
The tip of Donny's cock struck the magic spot within her quim.
That sent off a series of sharp spasms, unlike anything she had ever felt before.
She screamed out in ecstasy and noticed that these spasms were sharper and shorter than those she had felt while having clitoral orgasms.
"FUCK ME NOW! FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!" she screamed.
Donny ground his hips downward for a moment and then began to pull out.
He couldn't believe how tight her cunt was around his cock.
She gripped and tugged at his shaft with her pussy muscles.
He pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside her cunt lips.
Then he slammed the whole rod back home with a single thrust of his slim but powerful hips.
Sally let out a huge grunt and her cheeks were puffed out by the force of her exhale.
More spasms went up and down her spine, filling her mind with bliss.
If this was what fucking was like, she knew she would never be able to get enough of it.
She could tell right then and there that she was on her way to being a sexually oriented person.
She couldn't have predicted as she lay on her back with her very first cock inside her, that the next several years of her life would be spent doing much the same thing.
"I don't care if you hurt me, Donny. Fuck me as hard as you can!" she said, not knowing the psychological connection between pleasure and pain that she was betraying.
Donny moved with the grace of an athlete as he worked the long shaft of his cock in and out of Sally's hot pussy.
They listened to each other's hearts beating as they felt hips pumping pleasure into hips.
Sally could tell that her orgasms were going to come fast and furious from that point on.
The fuck got faster and faster and Sally found that the ripples of joy that soared up and down her spine never seemed to stop.
She screamed constantly with the pleasure she was feeling.
She couldn't tell when one orgasm ended and the next one began.
For her, it had become one endless series of spasms.
She knew her contractions would not stop until Donny spilled his thick man cream right to her womb.
She could feel the tip of his purple glans banging against her dimpled cervix repeatedly.
She could hear herself making squishy splashing noises each time she thrust upward with her round supple hips.
She could feel her inner cunt lips being pulled out and pushed back in by the movement of Donny's pole.
She could feel the top of his shaft moving the sheath of flesh up and down across her bursting clitoris.
This doubled her pleasure and an occasional cltioral orgasm mixed with her many deep vaginal climaxes.
Donny thought that the inside of a cunt was the best feeling his cock had ever had.
He could feel her talented pussy flesh squeezing at the shaft of his pole each time he pulled out and pushed back in.
He was so worked up at the thought of losing his virginity that he knew he wouldn't be able to fuck much longer without spilling his come.
He could feel his semen swimming around inside his scrotum.
He could feel it settling at the base of his prick, preparing for the ultimate explosion within him.
Sally hugged even harder at the sides of Donny's hips as he drove into her as hard and as fast as he could.
He could tell he was about to come and he rammed his cock all the way into her cunt and left it there.
"I'M COMING, SALLY!" he screamed, his face contorting with his impending ecstasy.
"Go ahead and come. Shoot your come inside me, Donny dear," Sally squealed and prepared to receive his load.
He howled like a wild beast as his molten come shot up the shaft of his cock.
It exploded from his piss hole and spewed into Sally's waiting cunt.
She could feel the mouth of her womb become bathed by his hump jelly.
She came at the moment of his orgasm and they yelled out together.
They were without fear and shame, and they shared their bliss.
And that was the way it had happened. That was how her cherry had been busted.
Now, in the punishment room of Sarah Warmflash, Sally was about to have a brand new cherry popped.
Once again she was going to be penetrated in a place she had never been penetrated before.
Her sweet tight asshole strained, opening and closing like a fish's mouth, as Sarah pried her ass cheeks open with her fingers.
"You are going to love this, slave. You are going to love the sweet pain of this brutal ass fuck," Sarah said with a niss.
Sally felt a fresh cold sweat break out across the backs of her shoulders.
Her cheeks felt hot and she knew that the words of her mistress were true.
She was going to be forced to love this savage rape.
Her body would respond without her mind's will, and she would probably come in spite of the pain she was in.
Or perhaps she would have her orgasm because of the pain the rape would offer her yearning bowels.
Sarah moved so that the tip of the red rubber dildo was pressing hard against the little blonde's straining sphincter.
Sally tried as hard as she could to relax her ass muscles so the violation would come easily and with a minimum of pain.
But she was so filled with anxiety that she couldn't help but try to press her ass cheeks together.
Her body was weak from the abuse she had already received to her cunt and her nipples.
She could not resist very hard, and Sarah Warmflash had no trouble keeping those ass cheeks pulled far apart with her dainty fingers.
Sally knew that she was sure to tear open and bleed from this ass fuck.
She knew there was no way her sphincter would be able to stretch far enough to accommodate the dildo.
She still had her asshole cherry, and her sphincter had not developed elasticity the same way Harvey's had.
She felt that tight ring of muscle start to open as Sarah increased the downward pressure of her hips.
Sarah Warmflash could feel the base of the red rubber dildo pressing against her ring of ass muscle and she felt like great damage was going to be done to that hole by the time the beautiful dominatrix was through with her.
That ring of muscle began to open. It opened until it was stretched grossly.
Then there was an audible tearing sound and Sally let out a scream of pain.
They both knew that the flesh had torn open at the outside of the rectum.
The sphincter muscle was broken and useless. It could no do nothing to prevent the inevitable violation.
The fake head of the red dildo slipped inside the hole, and Sarah knew there was nothing stopping her at that point from getting the thing in all the way.
"Please stop! It hurts too much!" Sally cried, fresh tears streaming down her smooth cheeks.
But this only made Sarah Warmflash laugh with contentment.
"Do you really think that I will show any mercy to you? You have broken the rules of the corporation and you will not be set free from this room until you have learned your lesson once and for all!" Sarah said with a low voice.
Sally felt the pain switch from ugly to sweet as the tip of the fake cock worked its way into her bowels.
There were many nerve ending inside her bowels that loved being stroked by the hard tube of rubber.
There were places, in the depths of her ass, that needed the penetration she was receiving so savagely.
Sarah kept pushing down with her hips until the dildo was all the way inside.
What was left of Sally's ring of ass muscle was wrapped around the very base of the rubber dildo.
Sally could feel Sarah Warmflsh's heart-shaped pubic patch pressing against the top of the crack of her ass.
Sally felt strange things happening in her body. Things that she had not anticipated.
Her cunt juices were flowing freely and she was making a wet spot on the hard wood table below her pussy.
The place above her vaginal slit, where she had been shaved only a few moments before, was tingling sexually.
Her clit was very erect and throbbed at the top of her swollen, soaking wet cunt hole slash.
She could feel the tip of the long dildo touching a magic spot within her bowels that had never been touched before.
As Mistress Sarah pressed downward with her round hips and gyrated, Sally could tell she was going to have an orgasm unlike any she had ever had.
She could feel a massive explosion within her tender bowels.
Her ass shaft felt completely filled with the hard rubber.
She could feel blood coming from the tear in her rectum.
The blood seeped out of the wound and allowed gravity to move it.
She could feel it hardening and cooling in the air of the punishment room.
It dripped into the base of her pussy where it got crusty.
She screamed and fussed and Sarah began to move the dildo.
The dominatrix began to pull the dildo out of that sweet asshole.
Sally knew that she would get fucked hard for a long time.
Sarah pulled the dildo out until only the tip remained inside.
She paused with the glans holding the torn sphincter open.
As she began to ease the dildo back inside, Sally could feel herself coming again.
It was the pain and the humiliation which was getting her off so spectacularly.
The clit and the vagina seemed only secondary factors in these orgasms.
They were ass comes, and they were centered deep inside the bowels.
The tip of the red rubber dildo was on safari, in search of Sally's deepest, smelliest depths.
Sarah rammed the whole thing back inside and Sally grunted.
Sally's lungs were emptied by the force of the downward dildo thrust.
Sally was so exhausted her muscles were forced to relax by fatigue.
Sarah found that she could move the dildo in and out of that ass with a smooth and steady motion.
She used the entire length of the dildo with each stroke, and the pace of the ass fuck steadily increased.
The base of the dildo was pressing against Sarah Warmflash's cut, so she was getting hornier with each stroke.
The chestnut haired dominatrix could feel her clit engorge with blood.
She knew that she would be able to give herself an orgasm by fucking the little blonde.
Besides, Sarah was turned on at the thought of busting a cherry.
Even if it was an asshole cherry, Sarah got off on it.
The fact that that cherry belonged to a sweet little blonde nymphette did nothing to stifle her arousal.
Sally could feel flesh on the inside of her ass tearing also.
She knew that fresh wounds were being opened inside her bowels.
She could feel more blood pouring from her ravaged asshole.
That blood was mixing with her cunt juices on the outside of her cunt.
It was also mixing with her cunt juices in the puddle that had formed on the table beneath her shaved pussy.
But the explosions of pleasure within her bowels continued.
The little blonde was panting like a wild animal once again.
There were moans of pain and pleasure at the end of each of her exhales.
Sarah could feel the damage she was doing to Sally also.
She could tell she was tearing the inner bowel flesh up.
She could feel the torn sphincter being pushed in and pulled out by the movement of the red dildo.
Sarah Warmflash fucked faster and faster as she felt her own sexual arousal growing in leaps and bounds.
Sarah ran her long red fingernails lightly down the sides of Sally's writhing torso.
Sally's breasts were so big that they were visible at her sides as they were pressed flat beneath her.
Sarah raked her long sharp fingernails across the sides of Sally's sensitive breasts a little harder.
She left red trails behind wherever her fingernails chose to scratch.
Sarah could feel the tension building up like crazy in her lower abdomen.
The massage her clit was getting from the base of the dildo was rapidly bringing her to orgasm.
Soon Sarah was fucking that ass as hard and as fast as she could.
The hole was open, dilated, by the abuse, and the dominatrix bitch was stabbing at it with great intensity.
It was the perfect combination of pleasure and pain for the sweet little blonde chained to the table.
She was utterly exhausted and the orgasms inside her bowels came one right after another.
Sarah could tell that she too was about to burst into ecstasy at any second.
She slowed the pace of the fuck for a moment so she could keep herself at the edge of bliss for as long as possible.
Then she once again fucked with reckless abandon which tipped her clear over that razor-like edge.
Sarah screamed out with pleasure as her climax began.
"Your mistress is coming," Sarah said between gasps for air.
Sally felt a strange pride as the dominatrix said that.
Sally couldn't help but be proud that she was giving the woman pleasure.
She was born to give pleasure, even at the expense of her own pain.
And that was what was happening on the punishment table.
"You are not going to fuck during office hours anymore?"
"No, Mistress Sarah. Never. I'll never do it, I swear."
"Good, then your punishment is over!" Sarah said, slammed the fake prick all the way into the asshole and left it there.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sarah pulled the dildo slowly from Sally's raw asshole.
The dominatrix rolled over on her side and looked down between her legs.
The color of the rubber was lighter than the blood that encrusted it.
The chestnut-haired woman sighed with satisfaction.
She reached up to caress her own nipples for a moment.
She inched and tugged at her erect nipples with a gentle moan.
Then she swung her legs over the side of the table with her feet together.
She hopped to the floor and turned to look at her victim.
Sally was completely motionless, except for her chest, which was still struggling to catch her breath.
Sarah calmly undid the cuffs that held Sally's wrists and ankles in place.
Sarah massaged the fingers and the toes to get the blood flowing properly.
"This is your first time in the punishment room, Sally, and I have a sneaking suspicion that it will not be your last," Sarah said, placing her hands on her hips with the fingers together and pointing downward. "I will have to show you where things are. Over there there is a small shower stall. You will want to wash off our private parts. Under no circumstances are you to ever remove the rings I have put in your nipples. They signify that you are my slave, and if I ever catch you without them on, they will be replaced, but this time I will pierce the lips of your cunt!"
Sally shivered and managed to get off the hard wood table.
She was incredibly sore and walked like a little old lady to the shower.
Sally winced as the needles of hot water struck her ravaged cunt and her asshole.
Her nipples were black and blue from the piercing, and she could tell that it would be long time before she would be able to have sex without the reminder of her session in the punishment room.
When the little blonde had cleaned the blood off of her body, and the cold sweat from her anxiety, she stepped from the tiny shower stall and was handed a fluffy white bath towel by her mistress.
Sarah watched as the little girl gingerly dried herself off.
"Pat with the towel. Do not scrub," Sarah instructed calmly. "I think you will find that it hurts less."
Sally followed these instructions, and when she was dry she went to where she had neatly hung up her clothes and began to put them on.
Sarah was glad that she had hired Sally Simpson at that point.
Not only was she a hot piece of ass, but she had become a slave easily.
The little blonde was a damn good submissive, and Sarah wanted to keep her around for awhile.
When Sally was completely dressed Sarah gently put her fingertips on the back of the little girl's neck.
Her palms moved to the little blonde's rosy cheeks.
She tilted Sally's face upward so they were looking into each other's wyes.
Sarah's brown eyed gaze seemed to burn a hole into Sally's very soul.
"You will be a good girl, now, won't you Sally," Mistress Sarah said.
"I'll be very good. You are my mistress and I will love and obey you," Sally said in a voice that was so low it was barely audible.
With that Sarah Warmflash slowly moved her face toward her slave.
Their hungry lips met and they worked them together like two sets of sensuous sponges.
Those lips parted and they gently touched the tips of their tongues together.
Soon they were rolling their tongues together and gasping for air.
When the kiss ended Sally was looking at her mistress with an expression of unadulterated adoration.
Sarah Warmflash turned up one coner of her mouth in an amused smile.
"Go back to work now, Sally, and I don't want to hear any more complaints about you V Sarah said sternly.
"No, Mistress Sarah," Sally said and made her way out of the punishment room.
As Sarah watched the little girl exit the room she could see that she was swinging her tasty ass from side to side in a most sexy way.
Sarah laughed a little as the girl gingerly shut the punishment room door behind her and disappeared.
Sarah slowly put her own clothes back on and returned to her own office.
She had completely lost track of the time and cursed to herself.
It was almost five o'clock and she still had a shitload of paperwork to do.
Sarah wished that she was the sort of person who could delegate responsibility well.
But that was not her style, and she presumed it never would be.
Sarah needed to be in complete control of everything at all times.
And that meant everything had to go through her desk before it could be implemented.
She had at least four hours of work left to do, and she had spent half her day in the punishment room.
She cursed once again and thought of Harvey and Sally, whom she had tortured so successfully that day.
She sat down at her desk and began to plow through her papers as quickly as she could do it.
Her private secretary went home and Sarah was left burning the midnight oil.
Sarah was glad that there was a cot there in her office, along with a shower and her toiletries.
She could spend the night right there in her office and not have to worry about feeling like a swamp rat the next day.
She still had trouble believing that she was as powerful as she was.
There were times when she felt it was all a pleasant dream.
She figured any minute she was going to wake up and find she was still a normal teenage girl living in a small town in Upstate New York.
It wasn't until nine o'clock that all of Sarah's work was done.
She thought of trudging home but she was too tired.
She figured she would just get naked and stretch out on her cot.
Nude, she got prone, but her mind kept working even after her body wanted to go to sleep.
She knew that she would have to do something to help her sleep.
She thought about fixing herself a drink, but decided against it.
Sarah had never liked alcohol. It made her lose her sharpness.
Sarah was against anything that deadened one's senses.
Senses, Sarah knew, were the key to her powerful status.
Ouside she could hear the sounds of the big city at night.
She could hear a car horn honking many blocks away.
The sound of that horn echoed through the jungle of brick and neon.
An ambulance zoomed by, far below, stopping traffic in its path.
Its siren turned into a blues guitar in Sarah's tired ears.
There was the sound of a street musician Sarah had seen many times while leaving the building.
He was a blind black man who played a sweet tenor sax.
His notes sounded like the soundtrack to a movie set in a ghetto.
It sounded as if it should be coming from a broken tenement window.
Sarah wondered how she had gotten to be such a powerful dominatrix.
Where had she learned to control wills so easily.
As her memories flooded her mind, she knew that she had been good at it the first time she had tried.
She thought back to the time she had lost her virginity.
It was a pleasant memory for Sarah Warmflash, and she stroked her breasts and her thighs as she thought of it.
Sarah Warmflash had just turned sixteen years old and she was not at all familiar with the ways of sex.
She knew that she was beautiful and that the men in her town desired her.
But she was fed crap by the media that said sex was dependent on love.
Sarah knew this was bullshit, because she felt hornier than hell, and she wasn't anywhere near in love with anybody.
She figured, to save her reputation, she would have to find a stiff cock that belonged to someone who would never tell in a million years.
She would have to get the upper hand and use a male for her sexual purposes.
She was not a hypocrite. She knew she was looking for a stud to blackmail.
She knew that she would have to make a male feel so guilty that he would lose a lot of face if he tried to tell who he had fucked.
Sarah spent a good deal of time thinking about the matter.
She finally concluded that the best place to start was in her own home.
Sarah had a brother who was eleven months older than she.
He was a wimp, not physically, but mentally. He was the sort of person who agreed with everything anyone said.
He never seemed to have an opinion of his own, but rather went along with whatever opinion was the most popular.
His name was Billy and he was a tall stringbean. He was a swimmer on the high school swim team.
He had long lithe muscles, rather than thick bulky ones like a football player or a weightlifter.
He had hair a little darker than Sarah's but it still had a touch of red in it.
He did okay with girls but could never seem to hold on to a girlfriend for very long because of his lack of backbone.
Girls quickly figured out that Billy was a shallow person, and although they thought he was a good fuck, one had to talk to a boyfriend, and he wasn't the world's most interesting person.
Sarah spent a long time watching Billy, studying the motions of his day.
She knew that it would not be hard to get something on him.
He was so weak-willed that he would be scared shitless if he thought his sweet younger sister was going to squeal on him.
It did not take Sarah long to figure out that Billy went into his room every night and locked the door.
After a half hour he would emerge wearing nothing but a towel and take a shower.
When he returned to his room to go to sleep for the night he did not lock his door.
Sarah was bright enough to figure out what Billy did while he was locked into his room alone.
She knew that he pulled his pud every night. If she could catch him in the act she could get him to do whatever she wanted.
So Sarah got home from school early one day and found that there was no one else in the house.
She quickly went to the tool box on the back porch and got herself a screwdriver.
She removed the lock from Billy's bedroom door and threw it in the top drawer of her bedroom dresser.
She then replaced the screwdriver in the tool box and waited for her brother to get home from swim practise.
Sarah couldn't help but masturbate, thinking how nice it was going to be to have a stiff prick up her pussy for the first time.
She stripped naked and diddled her clit until the little tingles of teenage joy filled her loins.
When Billy came home he went to his room and immediately noticed that the lock had been taken from his door.
"Sarah!" he screamed out from his room with dismay.
"What is it?" she said calmly, padding to his room in her bare feet.
She was still wearing nothing but her bathrobe.
"What happened to my door? The lock has been taken off."
"I guess Dad took it off. He didn't mention it to me. What do you need a lock on your door for anyway?"
Billy tried to hide the fact that he was blushing.
"I just need my privacy, that's all," he said, unable to look at her.
"Well, just keep your door shut," Sarah said. "Nobody's going to come barging into your room. I don't have a lock on my door and the folks always knock first if they want to come in."
"Yeah, okay," Billy said meekly. He thought his sister was a nice piece of tail.
He wished she wasn't his sister so he would be able to fuck her.
He had to admit that he sometimes got a hard-on when he thought about her.
This filled him with guilt but he did it anyway.
He even jacked-off occasionally while thinking about his sister.
But she was right, the folks never barged in, so he figured the missing lock was no tragedy.
He wished he knew why his father had taken it off though.
He knew he would never be able to find the courage to ask him.
The folks got home and the whole family had dinner together.
Afterwards the kids did there home work, and then came downstairs to watch a little TV until it was time for bed.
Lights out was nine o'clock, and that was when Billy always went up to his room and locked the door before his shower.
Sarah went to her own room and she was very excited.
They had adjacent room so she would not have to travel very far.
She was thrilled at the thought of getting laid for the first time.
She did not consider her virginity precious the way many girls did.
She didn't care if the boy who fucked her didn't love or respect her.
All she cared about was the physical pleasure she was going to get out of the experience.
Sarah listened to the door shut in her brother's room.
She stood close to the wall and listened with her ear pressed.
He was very quiet and she could hear him turn on his radio.
She had no idea how long it would take him to start, but she knew that the whole process took fifteen minutes.
That was how long it would be before he would leave for the shower.
She waited a few minutes because she did wanted to be sure she would catch him in the act.
She waited seven minutes and, wearing nothing but her bathrobe with the cloth belt pulled tight around her middle, made her way out into the hall as silently as possible.
She went to Billy's bedroom door, turned the knob, opened the door, stepped inside and shut the door quietly behind her.
She turned around and smiled at what she saw.
There was Billy Warmflash on his back with his legs spread open.
He had his erect cock in his right fist and he had been pumping up and down on it as fast as he could.
His face was very red and there were little beads of sweat on his upper Up where his moustache was starting to grow in.
He had the little light on his night table on and there was a dirty magazine open on the bed next to him.
"Whatcha doin', Billy?" Sarah asked with a quiet giggle.
Billy freaked out and tried to get under the covers as fast as possible.
He caught his toes on the sheet and it took him a lot longer to do this than he would have liked.
"I don't think the folks would like it if I told them I caught you jacking off, Billy," Sarah said with an evil smile.
She had her wimpish older brother by the balls and she knew it.
CHAPTER NINE
Sarah could see her brother shaking with fear underneath the covers.
"You wouldn't really tell Mom and Pop, would you sis?" he said with his voice quivery and meak.
"I will do anything to get what I want and what I want is you," she said with a chuckle.
"What do you mean?" Billy asked. Sarah thought he was stupid. She could tell he really didn't know what she meant.
"Look, you get fucking grounded for a month if I tell on you. But I'll keep my mouth shut, at a price."
"What's the price. I'll do anything you want to keep you from telling."
"I was hoping you would say that. That statement is going to be put to the test right now. Mom and Pop are right down the hall so you have to very quiet. You must do everything I say without asking any questions. Do you understand?"
"I understand. I understand," he said, his voice a whisper. He acted very much like he was keeping a secret.
Sarah moved her hands down to the flat plain of her belly.
With deliberate fingers she untied the knot to the cloth belt.
When the knot came undone, so did the front of her bathrobe.
Her big tits spilled out and Billy could see her snatch.
Her pubic hair had not yet been shaved into the shape of a heart.
He gulped on he gazed at his sister's nude body for the first time since she was very little and didn't look at all like a woman.
But boy did she look like a woman then. Billy figured she had to be the hottest cunt in the whole town. She was ten times sexier than any of the three girls he had fucked in his short sexual career.
His cock was already hard when Sarah walked in and interrupted him.
His balls were aching furiously, and his hand was still on his cock.
He would have been in the process of shooting his hot creamy jizz all over his clenched right fist if Sarah had come in only a few seconds later.
But Sarah thought her timing had been absolutely perfect.
She was glad that she had interrupted his orgasm when she did.
She would have been disappointed if he had already shot his load.
She wanted him while he was still on fire with desire.
She knew that that would make it easier for her to manipulate him.
She would be able to use her plentiful sex appeal better to her advantage.
"I want you to eat my cunt, Billy," she said in a deep sexy, commanding tone of voice. Her eyes looked directly into his and he winced a little each time he tried to meet her gaze.
"Come on, sis. Leave me alone. You are being ridiculous."
"Am I really. Look at my tits," she placed her hands under them as she spoke and lifted them up further than they rested naturally.
He looked at her tits and he could feel his cock throbbing violently.
He remembered to take his hand off his prick at that point, but he snuck in a quick squeeze first.
He placed his hand flat as his side and told his balls to stop aching that way.
Billy tried to calm down sexually, but it was impossible when looking at his sister's naked, delicious body.
He felt his salivary gland going berserk beneath his tongue and he had to concentrate to keep from drooling.
"Tell me that you don't think I'm sexy, Billy."
"I can't tell you that. I do think you are sexy. But you are my sister and it's just not right. It's incest."
"Who says that it's not right. Who says that this is wrong."
"Society, that's who. Society says that incest is the worst taboo."
"Well, society isn't here and I am. I say that it is right. I don't see where you have much of a choice, Billy. If you don't do it I can make it pretty rough around the house for you for the next month!"
"You know I want to, Sarah. But...." Billy said, losing his will.
"I know you want to. Come her and kneel before me. Taste my cunt with your tongue. Your cock is so big and hard beneath those covers. After you eat my cunt I want you to fuck me with that big hard cock."
Billy gulped again but did not bother to continue his protest.
He peeled back the covers and got out of bed quickly.
Sarah looked at his stiff cock and felt her pussy throb.
She was hornier than she could ever remember being before.
Even while diddling her clit, the sexual ache in her loins never got this severe.
Her pussy felt like it was filled with fizzing ginger ale.
Billy was embarrassed at having such a raging erection as he approached her.
His cock was bobbing up and down violently in anticipation.
He could no longer hide his desire for her in any way.
He moved until he was standing directly in front of her.
He stared at her tits for a moment, took a deep breath, and dropped to his knees in front of her.
Sarah bent at the knees and reached down to pull her outer cunt lips far apart.
She could feel her clit doing a dance at the top of her cunt.
Her pussy juices were pouring out of her spread cunt lips, lubricating the insides of her thighs.
She could feel an ache up inside her intact cherry that told her how much she was going to need cock.
"Eat it," she said. They both spoke low so as not to risk their parents overhearing them doing it.
Billy looked at that open slab of angry red meat between Sarah's creamy thighs and he stuck his tongue out very far.
He plunged his tongue between her inner cunt lips hard and Sarah gasped at how good it felt.
It had to be the best sensation she had ever experienced.
She knew that he could make her come easily with his tongue.
Billy had eaten pussy before. Twice. The middle girl he had fucked had been in the back seat of a car. She was on the rag so he never went down on her. He remembered wiping the blood off his prick with a rag covered with black car grease. He had dumped the rag by the side of the road on the way home. The next day he realized he had to clean the whole fucking back seat. She had bled all over the fucking place. This was Billy's only experience with menstrual periods, and he thought that was gross shit.
He had certainly never eaten pussy like sweet Sarah's before.
The only two had been stinky like they never washed those cunts.
But Sarah's pussy was sweeter than honey. It was hot and syrupy.
Billy figured that he could eat that cunt for hours and still be hungry for more of her sexy jam.
He dug his tongue as deep as he could into her cunt, but found he could not get it in all the way.
The tip of his tongue was striking her cherry. He was too ignorant about women's private parts to know that this was her hymen.
He just thought that his sister had an especially tight cunt and it would be able to squeeze the shaft of his cock better.
It never occurred to him that his sister was a virgin, and she wasn't about to tell him.
Billy figured it was impossible for her to be so self-assured, if she had never done any of this before.
He worked his tongue in and out of her fuck hole as far as he could and then moved his tongue up to the top of the slit to lick her cunt.
His first lover had told him how to make her come with his tongue.
He had felt like holding his nose the whole time, but he was forced to breath with his nose.
He knew that that girl was the sort who would fuck anything with a cock. He did not remember it as a pleasant experience.
He knew already that his kid sister was going to be by far his best fuck ever.
He was rattled from the guilt he felt. He could never quite forget that he was breaking one of society's strictest taboos.
Billy had already figured out that it had been Sarah who had taken the lock from the inside of his bedroom door.
He couldn't help but admire Sarah for being able to think ahead, plot and scheme the way she did.
"Go ahead and suck my clit. Suck my erect clit right up into your mouth," Sarah said and gasped for joy when he did it.
Billy wrapped his lips securely around her clit and some of the surrounding lips.
He puckered his lips so the hole between them was only a bit larger than her stiff love button.
He stuck the tip of his tongue through this hole and touched the head of her clit for a brief moment.
This made Sarah jerk her whole body, and she could feel her entire shapely torso become covered with goose flesh.
Her face was red and her hands were clenched into fists.
She finally managed to open her fingers almost all the way.
She moved her shaking, tense hands to the back of her brother's head.
She ran her fingers through his red tinted hair to the back of his skull.
She worked her fingers through his hair until she was pressing against his scalp.
She pulled his head forward so his lips would press tighter around her throbbing little man in the boat.
Then Billy began to suck and when he did Sarah had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming out.
There was so much pleasure in her clit at that point she wanted to tell the whole world how good it felt.
She managed to muffle her exclamation to the point where it was no more than the sound of her tense throat muscles straining to keep quiet.
Billy found the flesh inside his sister's pussy to be very elastic.
He found that he could suck her clit deep into his mouth.
He could suck her clit and flick his tongue across it at the same time.
Sarah could feel the pressure building up quickly in her pussy. .
Sarah thought she would have come already by the intensity of that pressure.
She had thought there was a certain point where the pressure made orgasm inevitable, yet she was well past that point and and she still had yet to come.
She could tell that the release, when it did come, would be larger than anything she had ever known.
She bent at the knees an little more and arched her back.
Her bare nipples pointed upward as she thrust back her head.
Her mouth fell gaping open and her eyes closed tightly.
She broke out in a sweat and her milky skin became flushed.
Her muscles tensed and her toes clawed at the bedroom rug.
She knew it would take all of her will to keep from screaming in ecstasy.
She made a series of sharp coughing noises, and she felt it starting.
Billy could sense that she was about to come also, and he sucked harder.
He flicked the tip of his tongue across her little man in the boat as hard as he could, making his jaw ache a bit.
And she came like an atomic bomb was going off in her pussy.
Billy lifted his hands from his sides at that point.
He placed his palms fat on the small of Sarah's back.
Then he lowered his hands until they were on her buttocks.
He dug his fingertips into her soft yet firm ass flesh.
He pulled her to him so that his nose was buried deep in her pubic hair.
This made it more difficult for him to breath, but he kept sucking.
Sarah thought the orgasm was never going to come to an end.
She could see sparks in front of her eyes as so much blood flowed into her cunt that she became a little dizzy.
She pulled at Billy's hair so hard he thought for a moment that she was going to pull big clump fulls right out of his scalp.
But lie knew better than to scream out in pain, because he didn't want to get caught by the folks any more than his sister did.
Besides, he figured she couldn't help pulling his hair considering she was battling in the throes of ecstasy.
"Come. Come. Come," Sarah said over and over again as the sensations spread to fill her torso.
Her toes managed to win their fight with the rug.
She rocked back on her heels and curled her toes tightly under.
Billy could feel her cunt juices on his lips and chin, and he savored their odor and their fine flavor.
He continued sucking and licking at her clit until he was sure that her orgasm was completely over.
Her muscles all relaxed and her fingers stopped tugging at his hair.
She stood up straight and pulled her cunt out of Billy's face.
He let go of her buttocks and allowed his arms to return to his sides.
Her breathing and her heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
She looked down and she could see Billy's face was wet from cunt juice.
He was licking his lips hungrily, not knowing when he would again get a chance to savor their flavor.
Sarah felt the ecstasy of her orgasm replaced by the sigh of her afterglow.
She felt like a complete sexual being at that moment, about to receive her first cock deep into her cunt.
For the first time in her life Sarah felt full sexual control.
She knew that she could make Billy do anything she wanted him to.
He was her very first sexual slave, and she wanted to experiment with him.
She suspected that he needed to be ordered around, just as much as she needed a slave.
She decided to see how far she could get him to go before he would balk.
Sarah turned around so that her back was to the kneeling boy.
She reached back and spread her ass cheeks far open.
Billy was able to see the skin in the crack stretch taut and he could see the cute, pink little eye of her asshole.
"Lick my asshole, Billy," Sarah whispered. He knew he had to do it or else.
Besides, it made his balls ache even worse when he thought of putting his tongue on the very spot where his sweet sister took a shit.
"Stick your tongue right up my asshole," Sarah said.
But as Billy's tongue first made contact with Sarah's tight anus, she clamped down hard on the muscles to her gas filled bowels.
She let out a thunderous fart that lasted a long time and sounded wet.
But Billy did not even blink. He was so intent on getting his tongue up her ass that he ignored the her fart, which smelled of cold eggs and stale beer.
He stuck his tongue as far as he could up her ass and wiggled it around.
He made his tongue pointy at the tip and shoved it deep inside.
Then he worked it in and out so he was fucking her with his tongue.
This made Sarah want his cock in her cunt more than ever.
CHAPTER TEN
"What did you think of that fart, Billy. Wasn't it stinky?"
"It smelled very sweet to me, Sarah. It really did."
"And why do you suppose that it smelled so sweet to you?"
"Because it came out of your ass, and your ass is so sweet."
"Everything I do is sweet, right? You loved my fart, right?"
"I love everything about you, Sarah. I will do whatever you ask."
"If I pissed into a glass and made you drink it, would you?"
"I would drink down every drop as if it were a fine wine."
"And if I took a shit on your belly what would you do?"
"I would smear it in my hair and all over my face and body."
"Good. I can tell that you are going to be a good slave."
"I want to be the best possible slave for you. I cherish you."
"Well, slave, it is time that I got some use out of your cock."
"My cock is at your disposal. You may use it in any way you wish."
Sarah was having so much fun she couldn't keep but grinning.
Her brother had this serious expression of sincerity on his face that made her feel very powerful and superior.
"Get up on the bed and roll over on your back, Billy."
Billy did this without question. In a second he was on the bed with his head resting on his pillow.
"Put your legs together and place your hands behind your back. I don't want you to think you have any control whatsoever. I will do the work. All you have to do is keep as still as possible. I want you to concentrate on not coming for as long as you possibly can. I want to get as much pleasure out of this deal as I can. If you wimp out and don't make me come I really will make you drink a glass full of my piss."
Billy nodded solemnly. He would try his best to give her all of the pleasure she deserved.
Sarah pulled the bathrobe over her shoulders sensuously.
She let it drop to the bedroom rug at her bare feet silently.
Billy could feel his cock bouncing up and down as it attempted to rest on his belly.
The head of his cock was pointing toward his face.
That glans was a deep purple color from being so totally engorged with blood.
The stalk was as hard as a rock and dilated veins were visible running along it.
His balls rested on the bed and they appeared to be full of come.
She knew that his cock was plenty big enough to do the job.
She really hadn't been worried about his cock-size.
She had seen him in his nylon racing trunks at swim meets enough to know that he was hung like a horse.
But she had never seen his cock hard before and she was not disappointed.
The head was resting well up past his belly button.
So she figured it to be about eight and a half inches long.
And she could tell that it was thick enough to stretch her cunt walls as far as they would go.
She moved up onto the bed and moved so that she was staddling her brother's hips.
She sat on the fronts of his thighs for a moment and looked at him.
He was shivering and she could tell that he was very nervous.
She ran her fingertips lightly over his muscular chest.
"Easy, boy. Just relax. You and me are going to come together," she said in a sexy, yet soothing tone.
Billy could feel his muscles relax, and he knew that his own pleasure would be greatly enhanced if all of his muscles were not tense.
Sarah gently touched his nipples and heard him moan.
Sarah had never been able to figure out what male nipples were for.
But she now knew they were an erogenous zone, just like female nipples.
And she figured that was reason enough for their existence.
She gently pinched at those nipples, and she could tell by the way his expression changed that she was giving him much pleasure.
But then she did something very savage and sadistic.
Sarah knew that Billy could not scream out for any reason.
He was much too afraid of them being discovered by their parents.
So she got his nipple?" between her thumbs and forefingers and twisted savagely.
She looked as if she were screwing off two caps from bottles of beer.
Billy thought that she was going to screw his nipples right off.
These were called "purple hermans" in the high school they went to.
And they hurt horribly. Tears welled up in Billy's eyes.
"I don't want you to get too relaxed," Sarah said with a smile.
Billy knew that he had to expect the unexpected. His dominant sister was cruel, and he would have to pay the price of pain to get the ecstasy of her pussy.
Sarah's wet pussy was open by the way she was sitting. It dripped goo onto his balls.
She ran her long sharp red fingernails over his balls and the shaft of his cock.
She thought about taking him in her mouth and sucking him off.
But she figured she had plenty of time to experiment with the different things a naked boy and girl can do together.
She was too much in a hurry to lose her virginity to go through the bother of waiting for him to get it up again.
Billy couldn't help but gyrate his hips as he felt those fingernails caressing the shaft of his prick.
He couldn't enjoy himself too much because he knew at any minute his sister might become vicious again.
But Sarah had no intention of hurting his cock.
She did not want to do anything that might deflate that beautiful erection he had resting on his belly.
Sarah got her fingers around the shaft of his cock and was thrilled to see that they did not make it all the way around.
She pumped up and down on his shaft and Billy failed at totally stifling his groan of pleasure.
."Is this how you jack off, Billy?" she asked, trying to sound as young and innocent as possible.
She moved the shaft of his cock so that it was pointing upward.
She got more up on her knees and pointed the head of his prick toward the parted lips of her cunt.
She lowered her hips just a little so she could touch the tip to her swollen and hyper-sensitive pussy flesh.
She ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit, moaning in the back of her throat each time it touched her clit.
She paused at her clit and moved her love button in a tiny circle, using just the tip of her brother's prick.
She looked down between her swelling breasts and her erect nipples, and she could see his cock on her cunt.
She could tell that his glans was getting wet and slippery from her natural lubrication spilling down over it.
Sarah let out another moan and moved his glans so that the center of it was between her inner cunt lips.
She was not a very large virgin, and her inner cunt lips would have to stretch far apart for the head of his cock to get between them.
"Your cock is so big, Billy. I"m glad you are my slave, Billy. I like the idea of having a slave with a big prick.
Billy did not mind being his sister's slave one iota.
He figured it was worth the humiliation and pain, as long as his cock got to know what the inside of that pussy felt like.
Sarah knew that it was going to hurt when she was penetrated for the first time.
That was one of the reasons she demanded full control over the initial violation.
She wanted to bust open her own cherry at her own pace.
Billy began to gyrate his hips again and Sarah spoke sternly.
"I told you to be absolutely still. I am going to do all of the work. You have no control over this matter whatsoever. You aren't even a real person to me. You are just a cock to give me pleasure. That's all you are to me, Billy boy. A stiff cock to give my pussy pleasure."
With that Sarah began to lower her hips on the cock.
She looked as if she were sitting on it, and she kept the fingertips on her right hand along the shaft to make sure it was in the right position.
She felt her inner cunt lips move aside to let the glans in.
She gasped at how good that felt and her clit throbbed.
The ache in her inner pussy was the worst in memory.
She knew that that ache was finally going to appeased by cockmeat.
She could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her cherry.
She said good riddance to her cursed virginity.
She was surprised that she hadn't thought of doing this before.
Getting fucked by her brother was like taking candy from a baby.
She had already figured out that there were a lot of things in life she could achieve using her charms.
There were many things she could get other than just sexual gratification.
The comes she would experience were more of less like the icing on the cake.
The pure power and control she achieved was the big ball game.
She wanted to get the pain over quickly so she thrust down with her bottom hard.
She gasped and bit her bottom hp as her cherry tore away.
There was a sharp pain that filled her brain for a moment and made tears well up in her eyes.
But those tears would never get a chance to roll down on her cheeks.
For the pain only lasted a brief moment and Sarah knew there was nothing but pleasure ahead of her.
She could feel her closed pussy opening and stretching so her brother's cock could fit inside.
She shuddered violently, realizing that there was no pleasure greater than shoving a thick hard cock up her cunt.
She was being touched where she had never been touched before and her swamp of natural lubrication was helping the penetration a great deal.
The head of Billy's cock got ever close to the magic spot beyond the puckered bump of her cervix.
Soon she had that cock all the way inside her and her cunt muscles gripped at it.
She paused for a second, relishing the glorious feeling of being filled up.
Her cunt walls were stretched tight and she was sure no cock could go deeper.
Her clit began to spasm right away and she had her first orgasm.
Billy had no idea he had just popped his sister's cherry.
He had felt something blocking the way, but once again he thought it was just a symptom of her tightness, or her nerves.
It wouldn't be until the next morning when he would find a single drop of blood on his white sheets that he would realize what he had done.
Billy knew that this was one talented cunt he had just entered.
He was sure that Sarah had fucked many times before.
Her cunt felt as if it had talented, soft, pillowy fingers inside it designed just to stroke the shaft of his cock when it began to move inside of her.
He had to concentrate on keeping perfectly still at that point.
His instincts told him to press up with his cock very hard.
But he knew his sister would be upset if he moved his hips.
And getting Sarah upset was the last thing he wanted to do.
He pretended that he was the sand at the beach, and she was the tide coming in.
He was about to be caressed by the water without moving a muscle.
He knew he would have to concentrate on not coming right away.
He could have come right then and there if she had let him.
Sarah began to work up and down on his cock slowly. She gyrated her hips and puckered her lips as she rode his pole like a master.
She was a realist and knew that the young boy would not be able to keep it up forever.
So she took advantage of the precious time she had.
She rode him hard and fast, feeling her cunt lips sucking in and pushing out.
She began to have many different kinds of orgasms.
She had short ones, long ones, sharp ones, and rolling gentle one.
Sarah gripped Billy's sides just under the rib cage as she humped.
Her tits were right in his face and he wanted to touch them, suck them.
But he knew his sister would not allow him to do that.
He would have to be given permission to touch her fantastic tits.
Sarah made herself come many times before Billy lost control.
He had an apologetic look on his face as his cock went into spasms.
He deposited his seed in his sister's cunt and immediately his cock got soft.
Sarah was glad that he had felt sorry about coming so quickly.
"Perhaps you will do better next time," she said sternly.
He cowered in fear as his cock got all little like an acorn.
She laughed at his puny cock and told him his performance had not been enough.
In reality it had been spectacular, giving Sarah more pleasure than she thought her young body was capable of having, but she didn't want Billy to know that.
She had to take a wicked piss but she did not go to the bathroom.
She took the water glass off of Billy's night table.
She went to the window and opened it, setting the glass on the sill.
Then she poured the stale water out the window and heard it splash against the top of the shrubs below.
She then replaced the empty glass on the sill and shut the window.
She picked up the empty glass and moved so that she was standing next to the bed.
She bent at the knees and looked at Billy with a smile on her face.
"Now I get to see how sincere you are about being a slave."
Billy gulped because he knew what she was going to make him do.
"Let's see if you were telling the truth about wanting to drink my piss," she said with a laugh.
Billy turned pale and broke out into a cold sweat.
But he nodded solemnly, telling his sister he still wanted to drink down her urine.
"Anything that comes out of your sweet body must be sweet too," he said, like a true subservient.
Sarah raised the glass up between her parted thighs until it was only a couple of inches from her open cunt lips.
Her bladder was full and she opened the gate to let her hot, steaming yellow piss flow into the glass.
It made a familiar tinkling noise as it struck the bottom of the glass.
Sarah did not stop pissing until the glass was three quarters full.
It was an awful lot of piss to drink by any standards.
She offered the glass to her brother, who took it with shakey fingers.
As he grasped it he could feel how hot the glass had become.
He tried not to breathe through his nose as he brought it to his lips.
He drank it all down and never made a single peep of protest.
Destiny had taken Sarah by the hand, and the road of dominatrix power was only up from that point on.
Sarah Warmflash had her finger on her clit on the cot in her private office.
She moved it in a quick circle as she thought about losing her virginity to her brother.
She gave herself many terrific orgasms, and found that afterward, she had no trouble at all drifting off to sleep.
EPILOGUE
When Mistress Sarah woke up she was very horny once again.
She got up off the cot and went to her big desk.
In the top drawer she had a huge vibrating dildo that she used frequently.
She got back on the cot and spread her legs very far apart.
She eased the huge dildo all the way up into her cunt.
Then she turned the vibrator on full blast and burst into orgasm.
She had always been able to give herself pleasure, and she knew she always would.
Many women needed a man, felt incomplete without one. But Sarah could make it alone.
She knew that she didn't need anything, and she came again and again.
All she needed was power, and she wouldn't stop punishing until everyone was her own personal slave.
