Little Sally Simpson was lying on her back in the middle of Mike's dorm room. Mike, Nick, and Buck were all on the football team and they had been waiting a long time to find a girl like Sally.
She had begged them to hurt her. She told them she could not get her rocks off unless she was in excruciating pain.
They told her she had come to the right place. They took turns fucking her brutally in the ass with their big cocks and then they had all fucked her at the same time, one in the ass, one in the cunt, and one in the mouth.
But now Mike was feeling particularly cruel and he had one final sadistic thing to do to her before he would toss her out on her ear.
"I'm going to shove my fist up your cunt all the way to the elbow," he said with a sneer.
Sally's face was filled with fear and her tear-stained cheeks became as white as a sheet.
Mike moved so that he was kneeling between the little girl's open thighs.
Then he punched her as hard as he could right in the cunt. When Sally opened her mouth to scream, Buck shoved a pair of his dirty underwear in to stifle her cry.
The pain was awful, but without the agony, Sally knew, there could be no ecstasy.
CHAPTER ONE
Sally Simpson pressed her finger on her clit and felt her whole body shudder. She was so horny, she just had to jack off right away or she thought she was going to die.
It had been a boring day and the ache in her loins had gotten so bad she just had to get away from everything so she could give herself a little physical pleasure.
Sally lived in a big house on the banks of the Hudson River in Westchester County in Upstate New York.
She was an only child and she lived with her mother and father.
She was only sixteen years old and she was a junior at Emma Hardcock High School.
The Simpson's were rather well-to do. The Simpson's were rather well off ever since Sally's father had invested in a leather factory, and the business had taken off.
Sally didn't consider herself a little rich girl, but she did know that she could have anything she wanted whenever she wanted it.
All she had to do was ask her Daddy for something and it was hers.
It was late spring and Sally was nearing the end of her next to last year in high school.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and the air was warmer than it had been all year up to that point.
She could feel the long winter being baked out of her bones by the sun.
It had seemed like the cold winter was going to last forever, but now it was over and she could feel her blood starting to flow in her veins once again.
All of the ice on the Hudson River has melted and the wide river was once again flowing lazily southward toward New York Harbor.
Sally was stretched out on the grass right by the banks of the river.
She liked to spend warm afternoons lying there in the grass, letting the sun shine down on her beautiful face.
There was a little dip in the back lawn of the Simpson back yard, so that if she lay down right next to the river she couldn't be seen from the house.
The whole backyard was on a downward slope, but right near the river, the land fell off, creating a little valley which was Sally's special place.
She had told her Mom and her Daddy that she was going out to see if she could get an early start on a tan.
Her mother had told her to be careful and not fall in the water.
At that point Sally had shot a sharp glance at her mother.
She must think I'm a real klutz to fall in the water, Sally thought to herself, annoyed that her parents still insisted on treating her like a child.
Sally was at the age where she was in a big hurry to grow up and be a woman.
Her breasts were growing bigger every day and her body was constantly sending her signals indicating her impending adulthood.
For a couple of years Sally had been unable to sleep at night because her cunt throbbed with desire.
Once she discovered how to masturbate, on one velvet evening alone in her bedroom, she had done it frequently.
Not only did she think that the orgasms she gave herself were the greatest pleasures a woman could know, but she felt a lot more relaxed after she climaxed, and, if it was bedtime when she did it, she found it a lot easier to sleep.
Sally was a little scared of sex, actually. She was still a virgin and the only pleasure she had received had come by her own hand.
She thought about the boys she went to high school with a lot and she tried not to think about them too much because that always made her pussy lubricate and she didn't like the feeling of walking around all day with a wet spot in the front of her little tight white panties.
She knew that the boys she went to school with desired her also, but she had been told that losing her virginity would hurt, and she didn't like that idea very much.
She wasn't going to waste anything as precious as her cherry on just any boy.
She was going to wait until she found a boy who truly respected her.
She would give her virginity to the boy of her choice as a reward for treating her nice.
She had no urge to lose her virginity in the back seat of a car with some grubby guy with stale beer on his breath.
She knew that that had happened to a lot of her girlfriends and the very thought of it grossed her out royally.
She had been out on a few dates with boys and she had necked with them.
She even let one of them get his hand up inside her blouse so he could feel her big tits.
But when he tried to get his hand inside her pants she turned into a wrist grabber.
She had to draw the line somewhere, and she had been afraid that if she let the wrong boy touch her pussy it would feel so good she would no longer be able to stop the matter from going all the way.
She had a reputation at school as a girl who did not put out, and that was okay with her.
The girls that had reputations as easy makes always had a line of guys at their front door taking numbers and drooling.
Sally knew that if a boy asked her out now, it would be because he liked to be with her and not because he thought of her as a hot hole to get his rocks off inside
Sally found that if she thought about boys while she was masturbating she could make herself come more intensely.
She didn't have any specific boy that she thought of all the time when she jacked herself off.
She liked to switch from boy to boy in her dreams; She liked to experiment to see which fantasy got her off better.
She knew that she was a very attractive young lady, and she knew that if she ever found the perfect guy, she would have no trouble convincing him to love her forever.
She was a very petite little girl. She stood a fraction of an inch under five foot tall.
But she had the body of an angel, and she would be the first to admit that she admired herself for her beauty.
She had long blonde hair that was parted in the middle and spilled down over her milky white shoulders.
Her breasts were extremely large considering her small frame, but nevertheless they were firm and stuck straight out of her chest.
They were very high on her chest and the nipples pointed a little upward.
When she became sexually aroused those nipples became hard and erect.
She would get a tingling sensation when her nipples were hard and it felt very good when she touched herself there.
She wondered what it would be like to have a boy suck on her tits, and she imagined it would be very nice.
Later in the summer she would have to spread sun screen cream all over her body before she could go out to sun bathe.
She burned very easily since her complexion was so fair and sensitive.
But it was still spring and the rays were not yet direct enough to burn her badly, so she was out that day without anything to protect her from burn.
Her eyes were large and the color of the sky. She had long light lashes that flapped down onto her cheek bones when she blinked her eyes.
Her eyes tended to twinkle all of the time as if she was always having naughty thought.
But that wasn't always the case. She just looked that way.
Her nose was cute and small, like a button, and it turned up a little at the end.
Her mouth had full pouting lips which remained cherry red without the benefit of red lipstick.
She had small bones and she only weighed ninety-five pounds, even when she was soaking wet.
Her waist was very slim but her hips were round, high, firm, tender and supple.
She had a perfect hourglass body, and she tended to swing her hips a little from side to side when she walked.
Her legs were not long, but they were very shapely. She knew how good she looked in shorts, or in a dress.
She had slim ankles that looked very good when she wore a pair of high heels.
Her fingers were long and slim and she kept her nails long and finely manicured.
She painted her nails a deep red color which she believed went very well with her golden blonde hair as well as her fair complexion.
Her toes were all about the same length and looked cute and chubby.
She kept her little toenails painted the same color as her fingernails.
She had left the house that day wearing only a skimpy little black bikini.
It was called a string bikini and it was so tiny that most of her breasts and her buttocks were exposed.
All it covered was her nipples and her crotch, and the crack of her ass.
She had brought a big blanket along in case the grass was too cool to lie in, and she had a transistor radio which she tuned into the FM rock and roll station.
But once she had gotten into her private spot right by the banks of the river she had removed her bikini and had hung it up carefully on a low hanging tree limb.
She could feel that the grass was warm on her toes so she knew that she hadn't needed to bring the blanket along.
She had sprawled out in the deep grass on her back and lay still listening to a brand new song by her favorite band, The Clash.
Sally knew by the time that she got there that she was going to masturbate.
She had had that great ache down in her cunt and she couldn't sit still.
She thought of going into the bathroom and diddling her clit while taking a shower but it was such a lovely day she just had to get outside and be closer to mother nature.
It made her feel very in tune with the world around her to be giving herself physical pleasure among the trees and the plants.
She saw herself as an intricate cog in the big wheel of the universe.
There were birds in the tree above her and they were singing a happy little tune.
Even the birds know that it is spring, Sally thought to herself, turning up the corner of her mouth into a half smile.
After she touched her clit for the first time she pulled her hand away.
She wanted to do everything slowly. She wanted to take a very long time making herself burst into climax.
She knew through experience that the longer she waited before allowing herself to come, the better it would be.
She placed both of her hands on her breasts and gave them each a little squeeze.
No matter how far she spread her fingers apart she could not get her whole breast in the palm of her hand.
That's how big her knockers were and they were getting bigger every day.
At first she thought that being a full-figured woman was going to be a curse.
But as her hormones kicked in, she realized that boys would like her tits, and that made it more than worthwhile to lug them around.
She had never, in her entire life, worn a bra. her mother had wanted her to wear one very badly but she refused.
She didn't see any reason to. Certainly she didn't need one.
Her tits did not sag in the slightest and Sally figured it would be many years before they would.
She released her squeeze and used her fingertips to brush against her nipples, which were as hard and erect as they could possibly get.
She got those hard little buds of tit flesh between her thumbs and forefingers and gave them each a little pinch.
This felt so good that she couldn't help but moan out loud.
She knew she did not have to worry about making noises as her passion overtook her.
She was a long way away from the house and the wind was blowing out toward the river.
There was no way she could be heard by anybody even if she started screaming bloody murder in her lust.
Sometimes, when she was sunbathing in her private spot a barge would go down the river and the men on it would start to cheer when they spotted her.
She would stand up, and, no matter how little she had on, she would wave happily at them.
She pulled at her nipples so they were stretched out a ways from the rest of her breasts.
This hurt a little but somehow the pain it caused blended in with the pleasure she was experiencing and became a single erotic sensation.
She let go of her nipples and let them snap back into place.
She opened her legs as far as they would go, parting her thighs.
She could feel her outer cunt lips part just like a bud turning into a flower.
Her hands reached further down her body and she allowed her long fingernails to scratch up the insides of her thighs.
This made her shiver, and she could feel goose bumps covering her tiny torso.
She let out a deep groan that seemed to come from the back of her throat.
She couldn't help but move her hips a little, it felt so good.
She had a great urge to writhe about on the ground and she did nothing to hold back that urge.
Her hips gyrated, moving around in a slow circular motion in the grass.
She arched her back a little and her mouth fell open widely.
Sally could tell that the folds of pink flesh inside her cunt had become swollen and sensitive.
The blood had flowed down there and both her outer and inner lips were totally engorged.
Her natural lubrication was flowing like crazy by that time and she could feel herself getting all wet and soupy in her quim.
She could feel some of those cunt juices spilling out of her boiling honey pot and down over her buttocks.
She ran the palms of her hands smoothly down the flat plain of her tummy.
She paused for a moment and diddled her navel, which tickled, and she smiled.
Her eyes were closed and her face had the expression of someone having a very good time.
Once again she pressed the ball of flesh on the tip of her forefinger on her clit and this made her hips jerk suddenly upward.
Her face contorted a little and she quickly pulled her finger away from the magic spot once again.
She raised her knees up in the air and placed the bottoms of her feet flat on the earth.
She shifted her weight so that she was resting on the small of her back.
She pressed her fingertips into the firm yet supple flesh of her buttocks.
She pulled her ass cheeks apart, using both hands, and then ground them together.
She worked a single finger up between those cheeks and ran it up and down the crack.
Sally did this until her fingertip found the tight little puckered hole only an inch below the base of her pussy.
She found that she was so horny that even her ass-hole was extremely sensitive.
She used her long nail to play with the soft flesh around her nether eye.
She knew there was no way for her to stick her finger up her ass-hole without scratching herself with her fingernail, so she had to be content with stimulating the little ring of muscle that tightly surrounded it.
But she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a man's cock shoved up that dryer, tighter hole.
The very thought made her ass-hole tingle with anticipation.
She had read that some people do have anal intercourse and she had already decided that when she picked her first lover she would allow him to do that to her.
Little did the little girl know that her minutes as a virgin were numbered.
All of her dreams of romance and love would soon be shattered by a series of events that she couldn't have realized in her wildest imagination.
Sally could tell that it was time to fondle her pussy lips.
The tension she felt in her lower abdomen was extraordinary and she didn't have the patience to tease herself any longer.
She ran her forefinger slowly up and down the outer lips of her cunt.
Her fingers glided along smoothly because the lubrication had gotten on them and made them all wet and slippery.
She could feel her muscles beginning to get tight and she knew she wouldn't have to play with herself very long before she came.
She used her fingertips delicately to pull her cunt lips apart as far as they would go.
Then she dipped her finger into the molten honey inside. Her jaw dropped and her eyes shut even more tightly.
Sally had a burning itch deep up inside her yearning womb.
She had a tremendous urge to thrust her fingers deep into her cunt and finger-fuck herself to orgasm.
But she did not want to do that. She knew that that would be an impulsive move and she would regret it later.
She wanted to leave her hymen intact so that it could be torn away by a hard cock.
Her cherry was precious to. her. She had given up a lot of enjoyment to preserve it and she wanted to make its busting a present for the man of her dreams.
She ran her fingertips slowly up and down the inner lips of her twat.
With each stroke she allowed her finger to get a little closer to her clit.
Her little love button was swollen and erect. It throbbed at the very top of her hot pink vagina.
She ran her fingertip all around that clit without actually touching it.
Her little girl erection was protruding out from the pink flesh sheath that usually all but covered it.
Then the tension in her crotch became too much for her to stand and she knew she would have to take the last step toward orgasm.
Her muscles were so tight she thought they were threatening to snap.
Her mouth was gaping open and she sounded like she was struggling to get oxygen into her lungs.
Her heart was beating wildly and Sally thought that it was going to beat its way right out of her chest.
She pressed her finger down on her clit and moved that tiny erection around in a slow circle.
Then she gently flicked her finger across her love button, very lightly.
She steadily increased the pressure of her finger on her little man in the boat and she could feel the pleasure growing in leaps and bounds inside her lower body.
Her toes curled under like they always did when she was extremely sexually aroused.
She began to toss around on the ground, jerking her body every which way.
Her finger was now working across her clitoris as hard as it could.
And then it happened and Sally let out a howl that made her sound like a wild animal.
For a moment time was suspended and she could think of nothing but the intense joy that was pulsating through her body.
She could feel great waves of ecstasy running up her body all the way to her scalp and down her body all the way to her toes.
Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, and the orgasm seemed like it lasted for five minutes, when actually it only lasted for about ten seconds.
Then it was over, and Sally lowered her hips back down to the ground.
It was then that she heard a noise coming from up above her and she knew she was in trouble.
CHAPTER TWO
It was then that Stanley Simpson appeared at the top of the incline. He looked around him and smiled.
His cock throbbed.
He looked down at his naked daughter and his face turned as red as a beet.
He put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath so that his barrel-like chest swelled.
He was a huge man, standing well over six feet, with thick muscles across his arms and shoulders and chest.
His hair was blonde, the same color as Sally's and his face could turn very red when he was angry.
He was wearing a tight white tee-shirt and a pair of western cut jeans, over a pair of brown cowboy boots.
He had gained his strength through years of working for a construction company, befc re he had made enough money to invest and struck it rich.
Although he didn't do too much physical exercise anymore, he had kept his muscle and he was still the sort of guy that no one would ever pick a fight with in a bar.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, young lady?" Stanley Simpson said in a tone of voice that expressed such anger that it scared the shit out of poor little Sally.
She had been caught red handed. When she looked up to see her father standing at the top of the steep incline her hand had still been on her cunt.
She knew there was no point in denying anything. He had seen her naked and playing with herself.
She knew that he was very strict about such things and she would be in for a lot of punishment, not to mention the embarrassment of getting caught in such a compromising situation.
She tried to say something, but her lips just moved and no sound came out.
No matter how hard she tried she could not get her throat to speak.
"Don't think I don't know what the fuck you were doing!" Stanley screamed.
With one giant leap he was at the bottom of the incline standing directly over her daughter.
Sally was too frightened and confused to know what to do.
She put one arm across her nipples and the other over her tiny patch of blonde pubic hair in an ineffective effort at modesty.
But Stanley didn't even seem to notice that the little girl was trying to cover up her private parts.
He was so angry, he was fuming, and Sally could swear that she saw steam coming out of his ears.
He reached down and grabbed himself a handful of Sally's long straight golden tresses.
With one long jerk of his powerful forearm he pulled her to her feet by her hair.
She let out a shriek of pain and she thought he was going to tear her hair right out of her head.
"Please, Daddy, no!" Sally managed to say.
She was so frightened the words came out very high-pitched and made her sound even younger than she was.
"You little slut! You were out here jerking off weren't you?"
"I'm sorry Daddy. I won't do it again. I promise I won't honest."
Stanley slapped his beautiful daughter across the face with a vicious backhand.
Her head snapped sideways and her cheek immediately turned red from the impact of the blow.
Big tears welled up in her blue eyes and began to stream down her smooth cheeks.
Her knees were shaking and she looked at him carefully, for fear that he would hit her again.
"You tramp! I'll bet you have been fucking every stinking boy in Westchester County, haven't you?"
"No Daddy, I swear. I haven't. I've never done that. I've never let a boy touch me," Sally said, pleading for mercy.
"Don't give me any of that bullshit! I know all about girls who jerk themselves off, and they are all fucking whores!"
Stanley had ahold of Sally's arm so tight that his fingers were digging painfully into her flesh.
She knew better than to try and run away.
She could never have gotten loose from him and there was no place to run to if she did.
Her life had all of a sudden turned miserable and she had that feeling of total despair that comes when one knows the worst hasn't happened yet.
"I'll bet you fuck all the time, don't you?" Stanley said, his eyes burning holes all the way into Sally's bewildered brain.
She had never seen him behave this way before and she coundn't understand why he was getting so angry.
He was usually a mild-mannered kind of guy unless he had been drinking.
He certainly had never hit her like that before. Her cheek still burned horribly from where he had slapped her.
Then Sally noticed something that confused her even more than her father's anger.
He had a huge lump in the front of his pants that betrayed the fact that he had a throbbing erection.
Sally couldn't make any sense out of this at first. Was it possible that her own father would get a hard-on from looking at her nude?
Was the anger he was expressing just as much from the guilt he felt over his desire as it was from his urge to discipline her for being naughty?
"I'm gonna show you what a real man is, pumpkin," Stanley said with a sneer.
This answered all of Sally's questions and her mind reeled wildly.
Rational thought left her and she found that her thoughts were no longer making any sense.
She had an intense urge to faint so that when she woke up it would all he over.
"You better not struggle or I'll beat the living crap out of you!" Stanley Simpson shouted.
Sally couldn't believe that her own father was going to rape her.
The mere thought of it made her convulse into horrible sobs.
"And I'm not going to be easy on you. When I fuck you, you are going to know you have been fucked!"
She wondered what she was supposed to do. If she struggled she knew he would hit her repeatedly and she did not like the idea of going to school having to explain why she was all black and blue.
But how could she live with the fact if she did not struggle?
How could she live with the guilt if she willingly committed incest.
She knew she had to think fast and that was very hard considering how frightened the little girl was.
All of her muscles went limp. She had decided to surrender to the large man's stronger will in hopes that this would keep him from hurting her too badly.
She was filled with a sense of hopelessness. All of her dreams of love and romance were flying away on the wings of a bird, through the awful, cruel actions of her own father.
"Okay, Daddy. I'll let you fuck me," she said, and was very proud of herself for being bold enough to use that kind of language in front of him. "I'll do anything you want me to, as long as you don't tell Mommy."
"You think I'm gonna tell your old lady about this? Ha! Shit, this is gonna be our little secret, pumpkin."
'And if I let you do it, you won't hurt me?" Sally asked, tilting her head a little to one side.
"Fuck you," Stanley said, and grabbed his daughter hard by the nipple. He pinched her erect nipple so hard that it hurt horribly.
Then he twisted it between his thumb and forefinger as if he was trying to tear the thing right off of her body.
A strange transformation overtook little Sally Simpson at that point.
Her nipple hurt intensely from the way her father was abusing it, but that pain soon turned into a warm pleasant sensation that went directly down her spine into her cunt, which was once again starting to swell.
It didn't seem possible that Sally could get more confused but she did.
She couldn't understand why she was feeling so much pain and enjoying it.
What was it about the cruel way he was treating her that was making her feel so horny.
She quickly forgot all about the guilt she was feeling about the act of incest which she was about to commit.
Her mind went blank. It was as if someone had erased the blackboard in her mind and left her with a clean slate.
She tuned in totally to the pain and the pleasure she was feeling and they merged to become one.
Her breath became quick and erratic. Her chest heaved making her breasts stick up and out even further than they usually did.
A row of sweat beads formed on her forehead and trickled down her nose and into her crystal blue eyes.
She could feel the folds of flesh inside her cunt start to swell and become totally engorged with blood.
Once again her clitoris was erect and protruding from the top of her pussy.
She could feel her natural lubrication juices flowing out of her cunt down the insides of her thighs.
She realized that she loved to be dominated entirely the way her father was dominating her at that very moment.
She could tell that her first expression as a sexual animal was going to come as being a sex slave to her Daddy.
She knew that she would do anything to please him as long as he abused her both physically and mentally.
"Daddy, I'll do anything for you. Whatever you want. I am your slave. Use me," she said, her voice skipping a little which told him how worked up she was at the thought of him fucking her.
"Then blow me, pumpkin. Get down on your knees and suck my cock. Suck me until I come and then drink down my seed as if it was a fine imported wine," he said, once again putting his hands on his hips, looking down at her enjoying his role as sex master.
He liked the idea of turning his beautiful little daughter into his sex toy.
He had desired her for a long time but he had always tried to push those urges into the back of his head.
Sally immediately fell to her knees so that her face was right in front of the huge bulge in the front of her father's jeans.
She reached up with her little fingers and unbuckled his belt.
Then she unbuttoned the button that held the top of his pants together.
Then she slowly unzipped his fly so she could see the incredibly thick stalk of his prick sticking upward.
The head of his prick was sticking up out of the elastic at the top of his underwear and she could see how throbbing and purple it was.
Sally gasped when she saw the size of her father's cock.
She couldn't possibly imagine how a huge tool like that could ever fit inside her tight virgin pussy.
She could tell that it was going to hurt a lot when he penetrated her.
But the thought of the pain it would cause only made her homier.
She was already associating pain and pleasure to the extent that she could not distinguish between the two.
Stanley's cock was at least nine inches long and it had to be two inches in diameter.
It was a chunk for a grown woman to take up the cunt, which made it awesome in the eyes of the sixteen year old virgin.
Sally worked busily and she found that her hands were no longer shaking.
She worked those fingers under the tops of his jeans and his underwear at the same time.
He wiggled his slim muscular hips from side to side a little so the girl could tug them down.
She continued to pull his pants down until they were around his ankles.
His erect cock snapped out and forward like a horny jack in the box.
Sally's eyes went wide when she looked at that log pointing directly toward her fresh innocent face.
Stanley took his cock in his own hand and began to slap his daughter in the face with it.
"You wanna suck it? Huh? You wanna suck your Daddy's prick," he taunted as he slapped her face with his meat.
Finally he let go of his cock and let Sally do the rest of the work.
She placed her full pouting lips tenderly on the inside of his thigh and kissed her way slowly upward.
She used her teeth to give him little love bites as she worked her way up toward his balls.
She ran the palms of her little hands up his hard stomach and across the muscles on his chest.
He kept his hands on his hips and looked down at her in a totally dominating way.
Her mouth arrived at the base of his balls and she stuck out her tongue so she could lick the base of his balls.
She flicked her tongue back and forth across the patch of skin between his balls and his ass-hole.
He closed his eyes and this was the first indication that she was giving him pleasure.
She was proud of herself because she wanted to be a very good lover.
She wanted to be worthy of being her father's sex slave.
She couldn't believe how quickly the transformation from fear to lust had taken place in her mind.
She told herself that it was fate. It was destiny. She was always meant to lose her virginity in this way.
She licked and kissed his balls until they were wet and shiny from her saliva.
Then she placed her lips on the sack that held his testicles and she searched around for one of his nuts.
She knew she had to be very gentle while doing this because any pain she might cause him would instantly rekindle his wrath.
She knew how easily she could hurt him if she didn't use a cotton mouth when dealing with those hyper-sensitive glands.
Her nose became filled with the scent of his manhood coming from his cock and his balls.
She felt as if it was that odor that was hypnotizing her in that way.
She felt as if she were going into a trance from his smell. She was in his command, in his power!
She searched around until she found one of his testicles floating around in come inside that sack.
She sucked on it slowly and her father let out a deep moan that let her know how much he enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him.
This only encouraged her and made her want to move up to his cock.
The balls tasted sweet and she liked licking them and sucking on them but the cock was the meat and potatoes of the deal.
She stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and placed the very tip on the base of his prick.
She then ran her tongue slowly up the shaft of his cock until it was at the tip.
She toyed with the little hole at the end of his rod where the semen comes out.
She put her hand around the shaft of his lance and gave it a little squeeze.
It was as hard as a rock and Sally could tell that there was no way any more blood could have been pumped into his erection without the thing bursting.
She pointed his cock upward so that the underside was facing her.
She flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive spot at the base of the head where the glans splits.
She had read a lot of books about sex so she would know what to do when the time came.
The time had arrived and now she was glad that she had done so much research.
With the hand that was gripping his cock she slid up and down his stalk, realizing that this was the way that men masturbated.
With her other hand she scratched the base of his balls gently with her long painted fingernails.
Then she put four fingertips on the base of his balls and lifted them up as if she was trying to determine how much they weighed.
His balls were huge. He looked like he had tangerines inside that wrinkled hairy sack.
Then she got his balls in the palm of her hand and gave them a little squeeze which made Stanley Simpson let out a frenzied grunting sound.
She positioned the head of his cock so that it was facing her lips.
She looked at it for a long time trying to figure out how she was going to manage to get that thing into her mouth.
She knew it would be a tight fit but she would have to go for it on risk getting beaten horribly by her father.
She didn't mind the pain nearly as much as the embarrassment of going to school covered with the bruises he would undoubtedly leave on her face.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could and for a moment she looked like she was in a dentist's chair saying, "Ahhhh."
She managed to get the whole head of his cock inside her mouth.
She sucked on it slowly and sensuously, rolling her tongue over it at the same time.
But this did not satisfy the cruel urges of her huge father.
He would not be satisfied until he had rammed the entire length of his prick deep down into her throat.
He yearned to feel her lips wrapped around the base of his prick rather than just below the purple head.
He placed his hands hard on her head, gripping at her scalp painfully with his strong fingertips.
Sally was concentrating on keeping her lips over her teeth so she would not scratch him.
She was being timid because she knew that any pain at all could send him off on another insane rampage.
Once Stanley had a good grip on Sally's head, he thrust forward violently with his hips, driving his cock deep into her throat.
Sally felt like gagging as she felt his meat go past her tonsils.
She concentrated on breathing through her nose and relaxing the muscles in her throat.
She knew that allowing a man to violate her in this way was part of being a good lover even if it did hurt a lot.
But the pain made her get hornier, and by the time his cock was all the way inside her, she yearned for him to fuck her throat as hard as he could.
He pulled his cock out until once again only the head remained inside her mouth.
The he thrust forward harder, completely violating his daughter's aching throat.
Sally could tell by the tenseness in her father's muscles that it wasn't going to take very long for him to have an orgasm.
She wondered what his come was going to taste like and she wondered if she would have any trouble swallowing it down.
She began to push her head forward each time her father pushed forward with his hips, so that the penetration would be as deep as possible.
Then Stanley Simpson let out a scream that reminded his daughter of a werewolf howling at the full moon.
He shoved his cock all the way into her and left it there. The come filled Sally's mouth.
CHAPTER THREE
Sally's mouth was full of her father's hot sticky semen and she struggled to swallow it down as fast as it came shooting out of the end of his erect purple, bobbing penis.
It tasted salty and full of life, and Sally thought for a moment that it reminded her of the sea.
It had the consistency and texture of raw egg whites, which would have grossed out little
Sally under any other circumstances.
As she continued to gulp the come down, feeling it slither it's way down her throat and into her tummy where it sat warmly, the spurts diminished in intensity and after only a few seconds his orgasm was over.
Sally pulled her mouth off of his cock and looked up at her Daddy with an expression of complete adoration on her face.
The cruelty had not left his eyes and she loved it when he looked at her that way.
She looked back down at his cock and saw that there was a single bead of post-come forming at the little hole on the tip.
She licked it off with a single swipe of her pink hot tongue.
Then she licked the rest of the come off of his cock with long strokes with the flat part of her tongue.
As the first few great spurts of semen had entered her mouth some of his hump cream had spilled over onto her lower lip and her chin.
She used her hand to push the thick stuff up into her mouth and swallowed that down also.
Stanley put his hands on his daughter's shoulders and pushed her backward so that she fell hard to the ground on her back.
She stretched her legs out in front of her and Stanley pounced down on her.
For the first time in her life Sally could feel the weight of a man pressing down on her tiny body.
Sally looked up and she could see her father's handsome face coming ever-closer toward hers.
Then their lips met and he pressed down on her. It was a moment of pure sexual electricity.
Sally parted her lips, like she knew she was supposed to, and offered her father the tip of her tongue.
But his forcefulness knew no bounds and he didn't want to neck with her the way the boys she went to school with did.
There was nothing gentle or tender about his manner at all at that point.
He plunged his tongue as deep as he could into the little girl's mouth.
He could taste a little of his own salty come on her tongue, as he did so.
She rolled her own tongue around his for a moment and then wrapped her lips around it.
She sucked the saliva off of his tongue and this made the blood start to pump back into his cock once again.
His prick was pressed against the inside of her thigh, and Sally could feel the rod of manflesh begin to stir.
He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and moved his head so that he could get his mouth on her milky white neck.
Sally turned her head so the part of her neck that he was after was stretched and exposed.
Sally thought for a moment that her father had turned into a vampire.
He bit hard into her neck, knowing just when to stop the pressure so he would not break the skin.
The pain made Sally's cunt throb. She could feel the itch growing behind her hymen and she knew that only her Daddy's cock could scratch that itch.
It was way up deep inside her where only the head of his humongous prick could reach it and satisfy it.
Blood continued to flow down his body and into his cock, and Sally could feel him getting harder and harder down there.
Sally struggled to open her legs a little bit. The ache she was feeling down in her cunt was so severe that it was uncomfortable laying there with her knees together.
She managed to get her thighs parted a little, which opened her cunt and allowed her plethora of pussy juice to flow out of her vagina and down her buttocks.
Stanley lifted his weight off of his daughter for just a moment and Sally took the opportunity to take a deep breath.
It had been very difficult for the little girl to breath with the powerful man laying on top of her like that.
He moved so that he could get his mouth on her big bulging tits.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it as hard as he could.
He rolled his tongue over it, and Sally discovered that having a man suck on her tits felt just as good as she imagined it would when she touched herself there.
But then the man did something that was so brutal it made fresh tears form in Sally's crystal blue eyes.
He got her little nipple between his upper and lower teeth and bit down on it so hard that the little girl thought for a moment that he was going to bite it off.
She screamed out in pain, and the tears that had welled up in her eyes spilled out and dripped down her cheeks.
Some of those tears got in her mouth and they tasted salty and warm.
Stanley moved his mouth to the other nipple and Sally was filled with dread because she knew he was going to do the same thing again.
Once again he sucked for a long time to make sure the nipple was as hard and erect as it could possibly get.
Then he clamped his teeth down on it, and Sally let out another cry of agony.
But Sally's agony turned into ecstasy after a couple of seconds and she realized that her cunt was throbbing more intensely than it had ever throbbed before.
"Please fuck me, Daddy," she begged. "Fuck me long and hard. I've never had a cock inside of me before, and I want yours. Fill me completely with that huge cock you have down there."
"Shut up, you little slut," he said and reached down to feel her cunt.
Stanley ran his fingers up and down the little girl's slit.
He had rolled off of her completely and was lying on his side beside her.
With all of the weight of his body off of her she was able to open her legs as wide as they would go.
He had no trouble getting his fingers between the lips of her cunt, and he went to thrust his fingers cruelly up her twat.
But then he came across an obstruction that he hadn't expected to be there.
It was her hymen and it was still intact just as she had said it would be.
All of a sudden Stanley Simpson realized that his daughter had been telling the truth.
She really hadn't ever had a cock inside her quim before.
He felt a sudden twinge of guilt over falsely accusing his daughter the way he had.
But he was too horny to stop now. They had gone too far to pull up and not fuck.
He had no desire to be given blue balls by his own daughter.
Besides, he thought she was a sweet piece of ass and it had been many years since he had busted in a cherry.
He was looking forward to it. He quickly rolled over back on top of her, this time with his cock laying across her slit and on her lower abdomen.
Sally raised her knees up in the air so that they were on either side of his slim muscular hips.
Sally still had no idea how a cock as big as her Daddy's was ever going to fit inside her tight little pussy.
She feared that he would tear her apart with that rigid lance of his.
But her fear was minimal compared to her desire. She had never been that horny before and she decided she didn't care how much damage he did along the way, as long as he got his rod all the way up her drooling cooze.
Stanley lifted his hips and reached back to grab his own cock.
He gave it a couple of quick squeezes to make sure that he was ready.
He discovered that he was as hard as a rock and one corner of his mouth turned up into an evil grin.
He moved his prick so that the tip slid up and down between the open outer lips of Sally's boiling honey pot.
Sally knew that the big moment was upon her. She was about to lose her virginity.
She was so anxious that she found it very difficult to breath.
Her mouth was wide open and she was gasping wildly for air.
Stanley moved his cock until it was between the inner lips of her cunt.
He was at the very mouth of her womanhood and Sally could sense that she was about to undergo another major transformation.
Once Stanley had his cock in place he began to press downward with his hips.
Sally could tell right away that her cunt was going to have to stretch open as far as it would go for him to fit inside.
Stanley could feel the head of his cock pressing against the little girl's protective membrane.
Sally could feel her cherry starting to tear and the pain filled her lower body.
Stanley could sense that he was about to achieve penetration.
Then it happened. The hymen tore away all at once and Stanley's cock began to press it's way further inside.
Sally let out a scream as she felt her cherry bust. The pain was horrible.
She could tell that her father had no intention of fucking her slowly at first so she could get used to it.
He fully intended on fucking her as fast and hard as he could from the word go.
Sally could feel blood mixing with her cunt juices on the inside of her pussy.
She could feel something hot and sticky rolling down the crack toward her ass-hole and she knew she was bleeding more than she thought she would.
But the pain was exquisite and it was soon replaced by the wonderful sensation of being touched in places she had never been touched before.
Stanley drove his cock all the way into her, until the throbbing purple head was well up into her womb.
For the first time in her life Sally could feel the itch deep inside her quim getting scratched.
That long thick cock totally filled her pussy up.
The cunt walls had to stretch to the point where she thought they were going to tear to allow the cock inside.
Stanley pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside her cunt.
Then he rammed it in all the way with a single thrust, once again driving the head deep up into her.
Sally let out a puff of air like all of the wind had been knocked out of her lungs.
She was already starting to understand why so many people spent so much time fucking.
It felt great, and she could feel herself becoming a woman.
His prick was so thick that it rubbed directly against her clit and gave her great joy.
Sally raised her legs up in the air and pointed her toes toward the sky.
She stayed like that for a moment and then wrapped her legs around her father's hips, crossing her ankles behind him.
He was plowing her fast and furiously and Sally could feel herself working up toward the greatest orgasm of her life.
Each time Stanley thrust his long cock into her the pressure in her lower abdomen got to be a little greater.
Finally she thrust her hips upward with each of his downward thrusts so that his cock would go even deeper inside her, and burst into an incredible orgasm.
It was unlike all of the other climaxes she had ever had.
All of the others had been centered directly on her love button.
But this one seemed to come from deep inside her. Someplace where her father's cock was stroking her.
She let out a howl of ecstasy and her face broke into a tremendous smile.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm COMING!" she shouted out, and her sounds of joy only encouraged the man to fuck her harder.
He made her come twice more before he finally thrust his cock all the way into her and left it there.
He threw back his head and arched his back. Once again he made the sound that reminded little Sally of a werewolf.
She could feel him dropping his second load of semen into her in a matter of minutes.
Then he fell on top of her and all of his muscles went lax at the same time.
They lay still for a few minutes catching their breaths.
Then Stanley slowly pulled his flaccid cock out of his little girl's cunt.
He looked down and he could see the ring of blood that had formed at the base of it.
He got a sheepish look on his face and bowed his head. He felt tremendous guilt over what he had done.
Now that his cock was no longer overtaking his conscience, he could feel remorse over the cruel thing he had done to his own daughter.
He quickly stood up and pulled up his pants. He turned away from her and walked back toward the house without saying a word.
Sally had been left completely changed by the experience with her Daddy.
She no longer was looking for love and romance like she had been only an hour earlier.
Now all she wanted to do was fuck, and she wanted to be fucked so hard that it hurt.
Because she had learned that pain was the name of the game.
She doubted she could ever experience pleasure like she had with her father again unless there was the same intense pain involved.
She had read that there were a lot of people who got off on pain, so it didn't strike her as weird.
In fact she wondered why she had never thought of the possibility before.
She decided right then and there that she was going to have to do some research on the subject.
But not right away. She was too busy enjoying her afterglow.
There was a warm buzzing in her ravaged cunt that made her want to slip into a private dream world.
She was a woman and she felt like a woman. She knew she wouldn't have to bother with little girl games anymore.
She lay still for a long time. She could feel the blood that had poured out of her recently opened wound hardening on her buttocks.
She crawled to the river and cupped some water in her hands and splashed off some of the blood.
She did not want her mother to see any blood between her legs for fear she would really what her father and she had been doing out there.
The rest could be washed away in the shower. A shower! Boy, did she need one of those.
She could already feel some of her Daddy's come dripping out of her quim.
She slowly walked over to the tree limb where she had hung her bathing suit.
She put it on and picked up the blanket she had brought along with her.
She picked up her transistor radio and made her way back to the house.
Sally did not want to see either of her parents at that moment so she went in the back door and made her way quietly up to the upstairs bathroom.
She shut the door behind her and tried to sort out all of the previous hours events.
It was still too soon for her to put anything in perspective.
She knew that she was going to spend a lot of time in the future thinking about it.
She doubted that she would ever understand what happened or why it happened.
She had broken one of societies biggest taboos and she didn't feel a single twinge of guilt.
She figured her lack of guilt was because she hadn't done it by choice.
She had been forced into having sex with her father on that sunny day.
By raping her, Stanley had done her a service by removing all blame from her shoulders.
She took off her bathing suit once again and turned on the shower so that it was very hot.
She liked her showers next to scalding. She stepped into the shower and cupped hot water up into her quim.
It stung but felt good at the same time. She could see the dried blood swirling around by her toes and making it's way toward the drain.
She carefully washed out her cunt so that there was no trace of what had happened.
Then she washed the rest of her body, wincing when she touched her sore nipples.
After she was clean she stepped out and dried herself off.
Sally had never realized what a burden her virginity had been until it was gone.
Now she felt as if a major weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
It seemed silly to her now that she didn't want to fuck because she was afraid it was going to hurt.
If only she had realized before that the pain was half of the fun she wouldn't have had to deny herself pleasure for so long.
Sally put on a bathrobe and moved out into the hall outside the bathroom. " It was at that point that she heard a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot, shortly thereafter followed by a scream.
Sally recognized the scream as coming from her mother.
She ran downstairs and saw Stanley Simpson laying peacefully in the middle of the living room floor with a pistol in his hand and a bullet hole in his temple.
CHAPTER FOUR
Time has a way of healing even the worst of scars, and thus was the case with Sally Simpson.
By the time she turned eighteen and went away to college, the nightmares had gone away and she didn't think about her father nearly as much as she used to.
Somethings never go away, they just hide themselves a little better.
The guilt that Sally Simpson felt over the death of her father did not go away, it simply manifested itself in another form.
Sally had already, at the time of her father's suicide, established in her own mind the association between pain and pleasure.
And because of her guilt, she felt an irresistible urge to be punished.
This left Sally Simpson acting exactly normal except when she was in the mood to fuck.
At that point she turned into an insatiable masochist. She could not get enough pain to satisfy her.
She became an obedient sex slave for any sadist male who was willing to kick the shit out of her.
Her father left her a big trust fund that she got control of when she turned twenty-one.
Her mother gave her a sizeable allowance and sent her to Hofstra University on Long Island.
Even without her Dad, Sally would never have to worry about money.
Sally showed up at the dorms for the first time during the fall of her freshman year and could tell immediately that going to class was going to be a drag because there was so much else to do.
Her roommate was a pretty little nymphette named Stacy and they hit it off right away.
They immediately set about putting up pictures on their walls.
Stacy put up a lot of pictures of pussycats and monkeys, while Sally put up pictures of handsome men wearing black leather gloves.
They liked the combination and they knew they were going to be the best of friends.
"Sally, would you like to go to a party tonight?" Stacy asked, standing in front of the full-length mirror inside their closet door.
"Sure, who's going to be there?" Sally said, sitting on the edge of her bed carefully painting her toenails.
"Beats me. I don't know any more people around here than you do."
"I guess that going to a party our first night is the best way to meet people."
"There's bound to be a lot of good looking guys. I've heard that they come out in droves to check-out the freshman girls."
"I suppose I'll dress for being checked out," Sally said, turning up the corner of her mouth into a half smile.
The girls laughed and busily went about preparing themselves for getting picked up by guys.
Sally placed a finger on her chin and creased her brow as if she was in deep thought.
She wondered if she would be able to score a football player, or even better, a few football players.
Not only did she know that they were all big and muscular, like she liked her men, but they were also noted for their ability to play rough.
Sally took off all of her clothes and stood in front of the mirror to look at herself.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw that her roommate was admiring her ass.
She was used to being looked at in that way so she never gave it another thought.
Sally put on a black frilly garter belt around her waist, and pulled on a pair of black stockings with a seam up the back.
The slipped into a slithery tight black dress, that had a daring neckline showing off her plentiful bosom, and a slit up the side that flashed her upper thigh when she walked.
Every time she took a step any guy who was eying her could see all the way to never never land.
She slipped her tiny feet into a pair of black spike high heels, and strutted around the room a little.
"You look great!" Stacy said and Sally Simpson nodded her thanks.
Sally then put on some of her favorite perfume. It was called "Haunting Musk" and she knew that it made her smell irresistible.
Stacy did not try as hard to look sexy. She knew that she would be able to find a guy easy enough, and she figured the party was liable to be on the informal side.
She couldn't understand why Sally would want to get gussied so she could drink beer out of a paper cup.
Sally thought she was being very decadent, and she took pride in breaking any rule she could whenever she could.
The dormitories at Hofstra are lettered rather than named and the party that night was to be held at the lounge on top of Tower C.
The towers were tall monsters, the second tallest buildings in Nassau County, and they stuck out of the huge student parking lot like so many erect cocks.
By the time they got to the party the place was already packed with old and new students.
Old friends were getting reacquainted after a summer apart and new friends were being made left and right.
Sally and Stacy stood in line to get a beer and let their eyes roam over the crowd to check out who was looking back.
Sally immediately spotted the group of guys she wanted to hit up on.
There was three of them and they were standing together in a dark corner.
They were huge and Sally could tell right away that they were football players.
They all had dark curly hair, they were all over six three, and none of them weighed in at less than two twenty.
As Sally let her eyes gaze at the threesome they began to nudge each other and gesture toward Sally.
She could tell that this was going to be easy. Not that she was really worried but she thought she would have to be more aggressive to get a guy.
All she did was look and already they had taken the bait. Sally yearned for the moment when she would be able to stop playing the cat and mouse games of young singles and get down to some hardcore S and M sex.
After Sally got her beer, she excused herself from Stacy and sauntered over to the corner where the football players stood.
"Hi there," the three big boys said, more or less all at the same time.
"Hi guys, I'm Sally," she said, smiling and tilting her head a little to one side in her cutest way.
She could tell that she had them wrapped around her little finger and she could get them out of the party with her any time she wanted.
The three boys introduced themselves as Nick, Mike and Buck.
"Is this the beginning of your first semester here?" Nick asked, trying to burn a hole into her very soul.
"Uh huh," Sally said, trying not to sound too bright, and not afraid that they might think she was a little dumb. "I don't know anybody here yet except for my roommate and I figured the only way to meet people is to be friendly, you know?"
The boys all assured Sally that they knew exactly what she was talking about.
They discussed what she planned on majoring in for awhile and then they talked about how well they expected the football team to play that year, and then Mike became impatient and made his move.
"Hey, Sally, do you smoke pot?" he asked moving so close to her that she could feel his body heat radiating off of him.
"Sure. I'll do anything," Sally said and the three boys looked at each other and winked.
"Then what do you say we move this party down to my room, just the four of us and get high?" Mike said. "I've got a big double to myself this semester and we can, ahem, get more comfortable."
Sally said that she thought it was a positively splendid idea and she moved to the elevator with them.
Stacy spotted her roommate as she left and bowed her head and shook it.
She could tell that the little blonde was going to get herself in trouble if she acted that easy.
What Stacy didn't know was that the one thing Sally wanted to do was get in trouble.
Stacy thought of the good side of it and realized she would have the room to herself for the night so she wouldn't have to worry about bringing a guy back.
While the four of them were in the elevator Buck snuck up behind Sally and stuck his hand in the slit on the side of her dress.
He was going to goose her but he flustered for a moment when he realized she wasn't wearing underwear.
He forged on anyway and gave her ass a sharp squeeze.
Sally turned around and giggled. She gave the big football player a wink.
"You naughty boy!" she said. "Can't you wait until we get to Mike's room to do that?"
"I'm the impatient type," Buck said and Sally thought she saw a cruelty in his eyes that made her cunt throb with expectation.
Mike lived on the eleventh floor, which made Sally wonder why they hadn't taken the stairs.
It was all all-guys floor and there was rock music blasting throughout the floor.
Somebody had put their stereo speakers out in the hall and there were several grubby hippy types passing a joint around on the floor in front of the elevators.
A long-haired guy with a red bandana wrapped around his head and his friend, who had even longer hair, checked out Sally-as she walked by reeking of "Haunting Musk" and nodded their approval to one another.
The three football players and the one little girl made their way into Mike's room.
He immediately shut the door behind him and locked it. He did not want to risk any interruptions.
They had found the little nymph and they weren't in the mood to share her
Buck and Nick sat on chairs and Sally and Mike sat on the edge of his bed.
Nick got up to put a Rolling Stones record on the stereo and Mike busily began to roll joints from a bag of Hawaiian red he had.
The stuff cost over a hundred bucks an ounce and he liked to save it for special occasions.
This was definitely a special occasion and when Sally took her first toke off of the bone she could tell right away that it was a lot stronger than any pot she had ever smoked before.
By the time the joint was done they were all giggling wildly.
Sally couldn't understand why The Stones sounded so much better than they ever had before.
"I've got something I've got to tell you guys," Sally said.
The three football players fell silent. They were expecting a downer.
Oh no, Mike thought to himself. Here it comes. She's a virgin and only gives blow jobs.
"I'm what they call a sexual masochist," Sally said, a little embarrassed about having to make that kind of confession. "I like to get beaten and tied up and shit when I get fucked."
She didn't know what they would do. For a moment they just stared at her with blank expressions on their faces.
Then Buck broke into a grin and hopped off of the desk he was sitting on.
"Sally, sweetheart. I think you came to the right place," he said.
Sally smiled as Mike and Nick were still having a hard time understanding fully what was going on.
They had all gang banged the same chicks before, but they had never had them beg for it.
In most cases they tried to get the chick so fucked up that she didn't know what was going on.
When she was on the verge of passing out they would tear off her clothes and fuck the shit out of her.
They either pretended that they didn't remember what happened the next day, or they were just too embarrassed to tell anybody about it.
But this one was different. Sally was coming right out and saying, "Fuck me. Beat me. Eat me."
It was a refreshing attitude and all three of the football players could feel their cocks getting hard just thinking about it.
Mike suddenly got up off the bed and went to the bottom drawer of his dresser.
He pulled out several strips of copper wire and dangled them up in front of his face so that he could judge how long they were.
"All right, bitch," he said with a sneer. "Get out of that fucking dress so we can see your tits."
Sally reached behind her and pulled down the zipper. She pulled the tight black dress over her shoulders and allowed it to fall silently to her feet.
She was now wearing nothing but her high heels, her stockings and her garter belt.
The three football players sucked cool air through puckered lips at the sight of her beautiful body.
Their cocks immediately pumped up and bulged out in the front of their pants.
Sally moved to undo her stockings from her garter belt but Mike stopped her.
"No, bitch. Leave that shit on. I like the way it looks,' he said sharply.
Sally loved it when he spoke to her that way. She could tell he would be very good at giving her verbal abuse.
There was something about the tone of his voice that reminded her of, she shuddered, her father.
That only made her hornier. She could already feel her cunt preparing itself for the multiple penetrations it was about to receive.
"Now get down on your knees, you scummy twat," Mike said. "Get your knees far apart and put your ankles together.
Sally did this immediately. She wanted to show them how obedient she could be when they treated her mean.
Mike took one of the pieces of copper wire and wrapped it around the little girl's ankles
He made sure that he tied her ankles together so tightly that the wire would bite into her ankle flesh.
Sally could feel the pain right away and in a matter of seconds she could tell that the circulation of blood had been cut off to her feet.
First there were pins and needles and then she could feel nothing at all in her toes.
"Okay, you sewer ass cunt hole, put your face on the floor and cross your ankles behind your back," Mike said and once again Sally did this right away.
They could tell that she was going to be totally subservient and the thought of having such a beautiful sex slave in their command made their balls ache impatiently.
Mike tied her wrists together behind her back and gave her a hard swat on her bare ass just for fun.
She let out a little whimper that appropriately expressed the combination of pleasure and pain she was experiencing
There was a red hand mark on her buttock where Mike had slapped her.
"Okay, boys," Buck said cheerfully. "Let's get nude!"
In a matter of seconds all three of them were as naked" as the day they were born.
Their cocks were all as hard as rocks and they were sticking out straight in front of them.
Their cocks stood a little upward as they stood up and they pointed at the angle of anti-aircraft guns.
Since it was Mike's room and Mike's pot he said that he got to fuck her first.
Sally could no longer feel anything in her long fingers either. No matter how hard she tries she couldn't move them.
"We better gag her in case she wants to fucking scream or something," Nick said.
He took care of the matter himself. He picked up his dirty underwear, which was lying on the floor.
He walked over and knelt next to Sally's face.
"Open wide," he said, and when she obediently allowed her jaw to drop, he stuffed the dirty underwear in as far as he could.
Sally couldn't have spit out the gag if she had wanted to, and she was no forced to breath solely through her nose.
The three of them all had their hands on her now. She had asked for pain and that was exactly what they were going to give her.
Nick got his hands on her big tits which looked even bigger at that moment because of the force of gravity, and twisted and pulled at them as hard as he could.
Sally could not scream out in pain because of the gag but her eyes told the whole story.
Her baby blue's had the look of agony in them and they were already welling up with big tears.
Her eyes soon filled and those tears began to run slow crooked paths down her smooth apple cheeks, staining as they went.
At the same time Buck reached right into her cunt and got her little clit between his thumb and forefinger.
His fingers slipped off a couple of times because it was so slippery, but he finally managed to get a grip on it.
He then twisted her erect throbbing love button so hard that the blonde little girl thought he was going to tear it right out of her cunt.
Her muscles went tight and she arched her back as sharply as she could.
She was in horrible pain but she still wanted more of it. She couldn't get enough.
There was no way she could ever be punished enough for what she had done.
Mike got on his knees behind Sally and placed one hand on either of her buttocks.
He pulled those ass cheeks apart as far and as hard as he could.
He pulled them apart so far that he could see the skin in the crack stretched tight.
He could see her tight puckered ass-hole and he yearned to fuck it.
Sally was relaxing, then tightening her ass muscles so it would appear that her ass-hole was winking at him.
Sally had been fucked in the ass before but never by anyone who's cock was as big as Mike's.
The football players were big all over, and that included the size of their cocks and balls.
Mike took one look at that ass-hole and he knew he wanted to give the delicious looking blonde a rim job.
He thrust his head between her open ass cheeks, sticking his tongue out as far as it would go at the same time.
He began to lap happily at the little girl's ass-hole, and Sally could feel her cunt juices starting to flow out of control.
He made the tip of his tongue sharp and worked it inside her ass-hole.
He was amazed at how little pubic hair she had. She only had a couple of blonde curls above her pussy slit. There was no hair at all around her cunt lips or between the cheeks of her ass.
Mike pulled his tongue out and got back up on his knees. He ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack of her ass until the head was pressing against her anus
He began to push forward with his hips and Sally could feel the ring of muscle around her ass-hole stretch like it had never been stretched before.
The pain was wonderful and Sally could tell that Mike was going to make her come if he fucked her bowels hard enough.
Sally could think of nothing other than the sense signals her body was sending to her brain.
She could no longer resist the penetration in any way. Mike's pressure was relentless.
The head of his cock sunk into her ass-hole and the shaft followed behind it.
In a matter of seconds he was all the way into her and he was piercing her where she had never been pierced before.
He was way up into her bowels and Sally could tell that his big cock had discovered another magic internal spot that she hadn't known existed.
She felt impaled by his prick. She was totally helpless. She was meant to serve. To give pleasure without consideration of her own pain.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mike was so worked up by the thought o fucking the little nymph in the ass while she was bound and helpless that he could tell i wouldn't be long before he came.
He tried to think about other things so his orgasm would be delayed.
But it was no use. Already he could feel the come swirling around inside his balls and settling at the base of his cock.
He could tell that it was preparing for the now inevitable eruption.
He thrust into her as hard as he could. It felt like she had a million magic fingers up her ass that were all put there especially to give him pleasure.
He could feel the soft internal flesh tearing under the force of his rigid rod.
Sally wanted to scream badly but the dirty pair of underwear stifled all sound.
All the three football players could hear out of her was deep grunting noises coming from the back of her throat.
Sally could feel something wet inside her ass and she thought for a moment that Mike had come without her knowing about it.
Then she realized that it was her own blood that she was feeling.
It felt warm and sticky and some of it was dripping out of her ass-hole down into her open pussy.
Mike was giving it all he had, coming down the home stretch.
Finally he shoved his hard lance all the way up into her ass and left it there.
The fronts of his thighs were pressed tight against her round buttocks.
He held her by the sides of her hips so tight that his knuckles had turned white.
He was digging his fingers into her flesh as hard as he could
He arched his back so that his hips were out in front of his body.
He threw back his head so he was facing the ceiling of his room.
His mouth dropped open and he let out a war cry of pleasure.
Sally could feel the great gobs of come spewing from the end of his dick.
It mixed with the blood deep up inside her ravaged bowels.
As Mike concluded his orgasm he slumped forward and he rested his head on Sally's bound wrists.
As he put his weight on her back like that he forced her face hard into the floor.
But she didn't care, in fact she loved it. She knew that no matter how terrible the pain got she would never be satisfied.
If it got to the point where she was being mutilated slowly by a torturer in a black leather mask, she would still beg for more.
Nick and Buck then took turns fucking the little girl in the butt.
When all three of them had gotten off on her while she was in that position, Mike said he had a great idea.
"Why don't all three of us fuck her at the same time?" he suggested.
The other two thought it was a great idea, and they had pulled the underwear out of Sally's mouth so she could utter her agreement with the proposition also.
Sally's ass-hole was raw and burning from the abuse it had gotten.
She had never gotten fucked in the ass by three guys in a row before and she had no idea how much it was going to hurt.
She was pleased with the agony they had caused her, but she wanted more.
She imagined how much it was going to hurt when one of them shoved their stiff cock up her ass-hole for a second time.
That combined with the thrill of being fucked in the cunt and sucking off one of them at the same time made her shiver with anticipation.
"How would you guys like to do it," Sally said. She was still evry stoned from the red herb she had smoked and everything that was happening in Mike's room had taken on a surreal tint.
She felt as if she had fallen into a blissful dream in which everything happened exactly the way she planned it would.
She would never have suspected that she would get so lucky on her very first night at school.
She thought it would at least take her a couple of days before she could find somebody to abuse her the way she needed to be abused so badly.
But it had only taken her a few minutes, rather than days.
And she had found three big guys, instead of just one.
Sally was convinced that she was the luckiest little girl in the whole wide world at that moment.
"Well, first of all we have to decide who gets to fuck which hole," Mike said, organizing the matter.
"I like to get sucked off," Buck said. "I look at the mouth on this slut and I just gotta stick my ramrod down her throat."
T wanna take her up the ass again," Mike said "I never felt anything that tight before. It might have been a bit of a rocky road, but I dug it, if you know where I'm coming from. I like the rear door."
"Hey, this is going to work out perfectly," Nick said. 'There's nothing I like better in the world than sweet pussy. Give me cunt any day. It beats the hell out of the other shit. Call me conservative. I don't care."
"I guess you had better get on the bottom then Nick," Sally said. "And then we'll make a Sally sandwich on stud."
The three football players laughed heartily at her little joke.
At the thought of all boffing her at the same time the three football players could all feel the blood starting to pump back into their cocks.
In a matter of seconds they were standing there with their hands on their hips and their pricks were standing at attention in front of them.
Sally could feel her mouth start to water when she looked at all of that cockmeat at the same time.
She felt like a glutton, taking up so much manpower. She felt sorry for the chicks that were going to have to go home alone because she was getting more than her share.
She wondered if her roommate Stacy had gotten lucky that night.
She figured she probably had. The dark-haired girl seemed to have a lot on the ball and she figured she wouldn't have any problem finding a guy to sleep with if she was really looking for one.
Nick lay down in the middle of the room on the fuck rug. Mike's folks had dough so his room was done up a lot nicer than most.
He had a quadraphonic sound system that could blast out the windows if the volume was cranked all the way up.
As Nick lay on his back with his knees together his cock was long thick and hard
It was lying on his belly and the head was pointing up toward his face.
The tip of his cock rested a couple of inches above his navel.
"Come here baby, and let me shove my cock up that sweet pussy of yours," Nick said turning the corner of his mouth up into an evil half-grin.
"You are the boss," Sally said and got down on her hands and knees to prepare to mount him.
As she crawled up on top of him she decided to give him a little bonus pleasure.
She flicked the tip of her tongue across his balls while gently tugging on the short and curly hairs that grew out of that sack with her thumb and forefinger.
Then she used the flat part of her tongue to lick the entire length of his cock shaft.
She paused to flick her tongue across the sensitive spot just below the glans.
Then she rolled her tongue slowly and sensuously over the head of his prick.
She then ran her fingers through the thick mat of fur on his chest.
She placed one knee on either side of his hips and lowered her head so she could kiss him.
Their tongues met before their lips and soon they were having a passionate wet swordfight.
"Hey, lay off," Buck complained. "The mouth is mine!"
"Fuck off," Nick said. "You'll get yours, don't worry about it."
Nick kissed Sally on the neck and nibbled a little on her ear lobe.
She then stretched out on top of him so his hard cock was pinned between their bellies.
She ground her hips downward in a circular motion, which drove Nick crazy with desire.
Then she lifted up her hips just a little bit and reached down so she could grasp the shaft of his rod.
She gave a couple of squeezes to make sure it was fully erect and then pointed the tip in the direction of her cunt.
She ran the head up and down between her cunt lips until it was in position to enter her.
She lowered herself down on his cock a little at a time.
She wanted to feel and appreciate each fraction of an inch as it entered her.
Her mouth fell open and her eyes shut as she felt her cunt become filled completely with his cockmeat.
She lowered herself until he was all the way inside her.
Her small bush of blonde pubic hair was pressed flat against his larger darker bush. They did not start their fucking motion yet.
They knew that Mike would be mounting her from the rear at any second.
They figured it would tough enough for him to get his cock up her ass-hole without making him aim for a moving target.
Sally could feel Mike's weight on her back. She knew that it was going to hurt like hell when he rammed his erection into her already bleeding ass-hole.
She could feel his incredibly strong hands on her buttocks, prying them apart so he'd have his way with her.
He thrust the head of his cock against her already strained sphincter muscle.
Sally concentrated on relaxing that muscle as much as she could.
She was trying to train her body to welcome the pain as much as her mind did.
Sometimes her body would resist the agony, even when her mind yearned for it.
No matter how much she told her body to behave it would still give her trouble, sending signals up her spine saying that something bad was happening to it.
Mike thrust downward hard with his hips and drove his whole cock up into her bowels at the same time.
Sally let out a scream that would have curdled blood. She was in tremendous agony.
Neither Mike nor Nick moved a muscle until
Buck could get into position to fuck the little blonde in the mouth.
Sally stretched out her neck and opened her lips as far as she could.
She curled her full pouting lips over her teeth so she would not scratch him when he thrust into her.
Buck moved so that he was kneeling at the head of the pile of bodies.
He could tell by the expression on Sally's face that she needed to suck him off badly.
With one sudden jerk of his hips, Buck drove his long thick phallus deep into the little girl's throat.
She had learned during the previous two years to give deep head without having a single urge to gag.
Once all three of the football players had achieved penetration they started their fucking motions all at the same time.
One would have thought that they had rehearsed this act many times from watching the way they worked together.
They all thrust in and out of her at exactly the same time.
For a second she would be totally filled in all three of her holes.
Then she would be empty and then she would be all filled up again.
Sally could feel herself on the verge of having a tremendous orgasm.
The pain in her ass and the pleasure in her cunt were combined into a single feeling which was making the tension in her lower abdomen excruciating.
Sally came many times before the three of them started to dump their seed inside her.
Nick and Mike could feel each others' cocks through the thin wall of tissue that separated Sally's pussy from her bowels.
Mike was the first to come. He let out a series of frenzied grunts and dropped his load deep inside her raw burning bowels.
After he spilled his seed inside her he pulled his cock out of her ass-hole and rolled off of the pile.
This gave Sally added mobility with her hips and she concentrated on riding Nick's cock, giving it everything she had.
She would slam her hips downward each time he slammed his hips upward, so that each penetration would be as deep as possible.
Finally, Nick began to feel like he was about to come. He picked up the pace of the fuck and Sally responded by sucking even harder and faster on Buck's prick.
Both Buck and Nick came at the same time. Just as Sally felt her mouth get filled with hump cream, she could feel Nick's cock doing a little dance inside her pussy.
That prick was convulsing and spewing its load into her womb.
They all sat around naked for awhile and smoked another joint of the great pot.
Mike got pissed at Sally for getting blood on his carpet and told her she would have to be punished.
"I can't believe you are so inconsiderate that you would bleed all over my expensive carpet," he screamed.
Sally looked fearful. She could tell that he was going to hit her.
But deep down inside she wanted him to beat her. She wanted him to smack her around as hard as he could.
And that was exactly what he did. Using both the palm of his hand and the back of his hand he slapped her repeatedly across the face.
By the time he was done with her, her face was stained with tears and her hair was all over the place covering one eye.
"Get on your back and spread your legs open," Mike screamed. "When I'm done punishing you, you will know what punishment is all about."
Of course Sally did exactly what he said. She had no idea what he had in mind for her but she could tell it was going to hurt a lot.
She spread her legs open as far as she could and looked up at the cruel jock with an expression of total adoration on her face.
He opened his fingers wide slowly and then, just as slowly, closed them into a tight fist.
"It's time to see how much you can take up your cunt," he said, a lot more calmly than before.
Sally shuddered She had never been fist fucked before and she had no idea how much it was going to hurt.
But she could feel her love button become erect again at the very thought of it.
Mike knelt between her legs and placed his fist ever so gently against her open pussy.
He rubbed his knuckles up and down her slippery slit, amazed at how much natural lubrication she had mustered
Then he drew back his fist and punched her as hard as he could right in the cunt.
Sally opened her mouth to scream but Buck stuck the underwear back in her mouth so she could not.
But Mike did not pull his fist away after he punched her.
He put all of the weight of his body behind it and continued to press down on her cunt.
His pressure was relentless and Sally could tell that he wouldn't be satisfied until his whole fist was inside her cunt.
Sally could feel the lips of her cunt stretching and then tearing to allow his fist to enter.
When Mike saw that she was bleeding from the pussy it only made him want to hurt her more.
He pushed until he was way up inside. But he was still not satisfied
He then twisted his fist around inside so he could do her further damage.
But Sally could not feel the pain anymore. She had passed out completely.
She lay still oh the rug with the pair of dirty underwear sticking out of her mouth.
When Sally got back to her room the following morning, Stacy could tell that she had been through hell.
"My God, what happened?" Stacy exclaimed. "You look like those jocks ran you through the mill."
"Yeah it was great," Sally said, a dream-like quality to her voice that made Stacy think that she wasn't entirely there
"Did they drug you? Did they give you something to make you do this?" Stacy asked, her eyes wide with horror.
"Uh huh," was all little Sally could say. Her eyes were puffy and swollen.
"Are you okay? How badly did they hurt you?" Stacy asked, snapping off questions like an attorney giving a witness the third degree.
Sally just lifted up her dress and let Stacy see the dried blood that had caked on the insides of her thighs.
Stacy felt a little sick to her stomach. She took Sally by the hand and let her into the bathroom.
"Take off all of your clothes. We've got to clean you up a little bit," she said.
Sally was used to taking orders by this time so she stripped naked without uttering a sound.
When Stacy saw her roommate naked she had a rush in her crotch that she didn't quite understand.
It had never occurred to her that she might have lesbian tendencies.
But she was having feelings at that moment that could not be denied.
Stacy took off all of her clothes and joined Sally in the shower stall.
Stacy did all of the work while the little blonde just stood there looking more or less like a zombie.
Stacy soaped up a wash cloth and gently washed the caked blood off of Sally's thighs
She felt funny touching another girl in such intimate spots, but she could tell how much she was enjoying it by the way her clit was throbbing, and Sally certainly didn't seem to mind
Stacy washed the blood out of Sally's pussy and turned her around so she could wash the area between the cheeks of her ass.
Then Stacy couldn't stand it anymore. Her libido was out of control.
Stacy wrapped her arms around Sally slim waist and pulled her close.
Their breasts touched each other and Sally seemed to respond to being touched so sensuously.
Stacy pressed her lips against Sally's and then the blonde willfully offered her tongue to her roommate.
They were both discovering a little bit about themselves that they didn't know before.
Stacy was already thinking about the possibility of pushing their beds together, so they could create a double bed, a den of sensuous delight.
"Your pussy must be very sore," Stacy said, a look of concern still on her face.
"Yes it is, but that is good. It should always be sore. I have done unmentionably bad things in my life and I must suffer to repay for my evil."
Stacy could not make heads nor tails out of what the little blonde was saying
She figured her roommate was still babbling under the influence of some sort of drug.
"I know what might make your pussy feel better," Stacy said and dropped to her knees in front of Sally.
She held Sally by the buttocks, and for the first time in her life she tasted another woman's cunt.
Stacy began to lick tenderly at Sally's soft folds of cunt flesh.
"There doesn't that make it feel better?" Stacy whispered softly.
Sally did not respond. She simply looked down at Stacy as if she were confused.
Stacy decided to try harder to give Sally pleasure. She began to tenderly flick her tongue back and forth across her clit.
She steadily increased the pressure, thinking that Sally must be able to feel it.
"What's the matter? Are you numb down there? Is that it? Has the drug they gave you made you unable to feel my tongue?"
'No," Sally said. "I can feel it fine. It's just that it doesn't hurt. How can anything feel good if it doesn't hurt?"
CHAPTER SIX
By the end of Sally Simpson's first semester at Hofstra she had decided what she wanted to do with her life
She had gone to the Emily Lowe Gallery on campus to see an exhibition of Richard Avedon's work.
From the second she saw the haunting portraits of real people she knew that she wanted to be a photographer.
She knew nothing about photography, but she knew that had plenty of classes there to teach her all she would need to now.
She figured her own sense of aesthetics would take her straight to the top, once she learned the mechanics of using a camera, and working in a darkroom.
There was one other problem she had to take care of before she could start what she was convinced was her career.
She had to buy a camera. It was a major investment so she didn't want to run out and buy the first camera she got her hands on.
She wanted to shop around a lot a get a lot of advice from people who knew something about photography before she made her decision.
Stacy had a car so they took a couple of weekends and went shopping around.
Sally was pretty sure she was going to buy a Hassanbladt by the second weekend.
But as fate would have it, something happened in one of the camera stores that was to permanently alter the course of her life.
Having visited most of the camera stores out near the school, Stacy got wind of a place in Great Neck that was supposed to have excellent service.
It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Stacy and Sally hopped into her Gremlin and headed toward one of the richest communities in the New York Metropolitan area
Summer was definitely over. The leaves on the trees along the Long Island Expressway were turning their autumnal hues and there was a chill in the air which foreshadowed an impending winter.
The second Sally walked into the place she saw him.
He was tall, well over six foot and he had big brown sad eyes that made her want to take him home and take care of him.
His shoulders stooped a little and he had big sensitive hands that looked good clutching a telephoto lens.
Sally walked boldly up to him and put her hands on her hips cockily waiting for him to take care of her.
He was wearing a brown sport jacket with a tan button up shirt underneath.
He wore no tie and had the top two buttons of his shirt opened.
Sally could tell that he was devoid of chest hair. In fact, upon closer appraisal it looked like he didn't grow very much hair on his face either.
His cheeks were as smooth as a baby's and he had the dark olive complexion of an Italian.
Sally could feel herself being strangely charmed by the man, and she didn't know why.
She did not feel the raw lust she had felt toward men in the past. Instead there was a throb in her heart that told her her emotions were getting in the way of her libido.
Or, perhaps for the first time, her emotions and her libido were cooperating.
The strange feeling she had in her stomach made her wonder what it was like to fall in love.
And all of this happened before the man even noticed her.
He was busy peering through a crystal eyepiece at a new color slida he had taken for a portfolio he was preparing.
On the breast pocket of his tan shirt he wore a button that said, "STEVE."
Sally cleared her throat, trying to get his attention, but he still peered into the light at the photograph which interested him.
It was a picture of his roommate MacIntyre standing in their kitchen flirting with a sweet looking Jap named Mindy.
He had taken the picture through a fish-eye lens and it made MacIntyre's nose look very long. Steve thought it looked phallic.
"Steve!" Sally finally said sharply, her irritation noticeable in her voice.
Steve jerked as if he was suddenly being awakened from a daydream.
He pulled the eyepiece from his eye and looked at the cute little blonde standing on the other side of the counter.
She was about the cutest thing he had ever seen and he immediately flashed her, his most charming grin.
Sally looked at his big brown eyes when he smiled and noticed that they changed.
They lost their sadness and there was a touch of knowing sensuality in them.
"May I help you?" he said putting his palms flat on the glass countertop.
Sally place her tiny hands on top of his and maintained eye contact.
"I'm sure you can," she said tilting her head a little to one side and allowing herself an amused grin.
Steve's charming smile was replaced by a quick nervous look.
He could already tell that this wasn't going to be another ordinary day at work.
"How can I help you?" Steve asked and the look of nervousness left his face.
His eyes began to twinkle and he was beginning to enjoy the little flirting game they were playing.
Sally quickly took her hands off of his and put her finger on her chin.
She creased her brow as if she was deeply concentrating on the secret of life.
"I think I want to buy a camera," she said finally. She spoke slowly, as if she thought she had to for him to understand her.
"But are you sure?" Steve said, and this time it was his turn to put an amused smile on his face.
Sally didn't like the idea that he was laughing at her. For a moment she felt very indignant and had a desire to stomp out of the store in a huff.
But then she looked at those big eyes again, and her heart began to race.
"Yes, I'm sure!" she said, and squinted her eyes at him. She wanted to let him know that she didn't like the way he was being rude
"That's very good. To be sure, I mean. It's always best to be sure you want a camera before you buy one."
"I think you are the shiftiest camera salesman I have ever spoken to."
"How many have you spoken to."
"A lot! I've been to a lot of record stores and I swear you are flabbergasting!"
"Are you going to buy a camera from me?" Steve asked, his face still reflecting his amusement at the pretty little girl.
Sally took a long time before answering. She looked at all of the photographic equipment displayed under the counter and pretended she knew what everything was and what it was for.
"I might," she said softly, and quickly glanced up at him. He was staring at her so she quickly pulled her eyes away from his. .
"Well, there you go," Steve said and grinned more broadly as if he had just won a major victory.
Sally could feel her face turning red, and she knew that blushing would not help her situation.
The moment cooled out long enough for Steve to sell her the Hassnabladt she had been thinking of.
He was going through the specifications for operating the equipment with her and once again she was pretending that she understood everything he was talking about.
"Do you take photographs yourself. I mean, are you a photographer?" Sally asked the man behind the counter.
"Yeah, I'm a photographer. I'd like to make my living at it someday actually. I'm just doing this to pay the rent until I get discovered." All of a sudden Sally put a look on her face to show Steve how fascinated she was by him.
"What kind of photography do you take?" she asked sweetly.
Steve saw a golden opportunity and he wasn't about to blow it.
"I take nudes," he said, arching a single dark brown eyebrow.
"You mean you take pictures of women without any clothes on?"
"That's right. But it's hard. There aren't that many women who look good enough naked to be part of my art."
"Do you think I would look good enough to be part of your art?" Sally asked She spat out the last part of the sentence sarcastically as if she believed he was being painfully pretentious.
"I'm sure I have no idea," Steve said and turned his back to her for a moment to put something back on the shelf.
Sally was indignant again. She put her hands on her hips and creased her brow in anger.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked sharply. Her face was blushing once again.
"I mean I've never seen you with your clothes off," was Steve's simple answer
"It could be arranged," Sally said, once again putting on her seductive tone.
"What are you doing tonight?" Steve asked, not wanting to waste any more time.
He wanted to get the nymph home and out of her clothes as quickly as possible.
"I'm supposed to study. I have finals coming up," she said.
"Doe? that mean you are going to study, or you are just thinking about studying?"
"I was thinking of letting you photograph me nude, if you really want to know the truth of the matter."
I didn't say I would photograph you. I said I would look at you naked and decide if you were right."
Sally was flabbergasted by the man. She had never encountered anyone who didn't take her extraordinary beauty for granted before.
"Okay," she said finally. She kind of liked the way he mistreated her in a flirtatious way, and besides, she thought he was really good looking. "Give me your address."
Steve smiled and wrote his home address in Bayside on the back of one of his business cards.
She took her brand new camera, looked at the card and sniffed at it, then turned on her heels and strutted out of the store, swaying her round hips behind her.
Steve could tell he was going to get lucky. He couldn't wait to get home and tell MacIntyre about it.
That night the doorbell to Steve's apartment rang at eight o'clock sharp.
Sally had talked Stacy into giving her a ride to Bayside. Stacy said she would be glad to take her there but she would have to find her own way back.
Sally said it was a deal and off they went. Sally could tell she was heading for yet another adventure.
Steve answered the door and politely let Sally in.
He took her wrap and hung it neatly in the closet. She was wearing a tight sweater that showed off her big firm tits a pair of skin tight designer jeans that showed off her round ass, and a pair of black high heels that made her feet look very sexy.
The apartment in which Steve and MacIntyre lived looked like your typical bachelor pad.
MacIntyre was a freelance writer and Steve was a photographer.
MacIntyre's girlfriend had kicked him out a few months before telling stories of drunkenness and cruelty.
Steve's wife had walked out on him at about the same time complaining of similar debauchery.
They thought of themselves as The Odd Couple, and liked the notion of "baching it" after years of attempts to domesticize them.
MacIntyre was sprawled out on his bed-which was set up in the room that had originally been the dining room between the kitchen and the living room.
When Sally entered the apartment, MacIntyre's eyes lit up and he quickly threw away the dirty magazine he had been reading to get introduced.
Steve could tell by the expression on MacIntyre's face that he would have to keep Sally away from his roommate at all costs.
He quickly introduced them, then slipped an arm around the little girl's slim waist and asked her if she wanted to go into his studio.
She said sure and Steve took her into his bedroom. Sally balked.
"This isn't your studio! This is your bedroom," she complained.
"It's both," Steve said calmly, moving across the room and sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I suppose when you live in an apartment you have to use some rooms for more than one thing " Sally said, looking at the big stereo system and all of the Bob Dylan and Neil Young records.
"That's right," Steve said vaguely, as if he was thinking about something else. "Look, why don't we get started. Take off your clothes so I can have a look at your body."
"You know you really burn me up," Sally said. She couldn't understand why he was getting to her so much. Not only did her heart pound like crazy whenever he was near her, but she became instantly defensive whenever he showed indications that he didn't feel the same way about her. "There are a lot of guys who would give their left nut to see me naked."
"Uh huh," was all Steve said and he lit up an L and M cigarette. He took a deep drag and blew a thick cloud of blue smoke into the air. "I think I'll keep my left nut if you don't mind."
Then he flashed his charming smile and Sally realized that she would do anything for him.
She couldn't believe he was being so cool. She was used to guys going ape-shit over her and she didn't know how to react.
She decided he might warm up to her a little if she took off her clothes.
She grabbed the bottom of her sweater from her waist and pulled her tight sweater up over her head.
Her big tits popped out and stood majestically high on her small frame.
Her nipples were erect and hard, and Steve noticed that right away.
He could tell that she was sexually aroused and he knew he would have no trouble getting her to do whatever he wanted her to.
He had peculiar sexual tastes, but she looked like the kind of chick who would be open to suggestion.
Sally smiled at him as she dropped her sweater to the floor at her feet.
"How do you like my tits?" she asked, thrusting them out a little by taking a deep breath.
"You have lovely breasts, uh, uh."
"Sally."
"You have lovely breasts, Sally. Take off the rest of your clothes. I think you might do."
She kicked off her shoes and pulled off her tight pants. Once again she had not bothered to wear any underwear.
She was standing naked in front of him now with her hands on her hips.
Steve couldn't help but think she was perfect for the sexual experiment he was interested in trying.
He remembered how he had come up with the theory, and why it meant so much to him.
His wife had just left him and he had been feeling bad, so he drove his car out to the beach to watch the sun rise first thing in the morning.
He became intrigued with the way the waves looked as they lapped up onto the sand.
The sand was being caressed by the water without actually participating.
It was the waves that were doing all of the work, and at that moment, that was the way he wanted his sex to be.
He wanted to be the passive side, being still and unfeeling, being caressed by the licking waves.
He wanted to have sex without participating.
He knew that it sounded weird and he had his doubts that Sally would have any idea what he was talking about when he told her about it.
He stood up and placed his hands gently on Sally's shoulders and made her stand sideways to him.
She looked up at him, thinking he was going to kiss her, and was disappointed when he merely placed his hand under her breast and looked at it closely.
He was still being an artist. They could be lovers later.
"Okay, we'll do it," he said. Sally couldn't believe how relieved she was.
She had really thought that 'the possibility existed that he would turn her down.
Steve got out his camera and took a series of experimental black and white shots of the pretty blonde.
He made her get on her hands and knees and arch her back so he could photograph her from the rear, them he made her get on her back and spread her legs open.
He told her to touch her clit and look like she was coming. While she was doing this he snapped off a number of shots.
All in all he took two rolls of 36 shots apiece and then set his camera down.
Sally looked at him with a deep yearning in her crystal blue eyes
"Would you please make love to me now?" she asked, afraid that she might get turned down for the first time in her life.
"No."
"No?"
"Uh uh. Now I am going to let you make love to me," he said, and turned up the corner of his mouth into a half smile.
Sally looked at him blankly. She was not sure what the difference was.
"You see, Sally, I am going to take off all of my clothes and I am going to lay down on my back on the bed. From that point on I will remain totally motionless. You will do all of the work. I want you to tend to my every physical desire. You will be the waves from the sea and I will be the sand."
"I think you are weird."
'Perhaps. But I want you to serve me completely. For a while at least I want you to concentrate on nothing but giving me pleasure."
Sally couldn't help but laugh. She had never heard of such a thing before. But she had to admit to herself that the idea appealed to her. She liked the idea of being his sex slave, even if his tastes were a little tame for her. .
"I think you are just the right girl to do this. You look like the sort who lives to serve
Sally almost got angry until she realized that he had pegged her personality perfectly.
She was the kind of girl who lived to serve men. She became a slave to man's cock because she felt intense guilt about her father.
She figured that she would serve Steve in any way he wanted.
Even if he didn't cause her any pain the ache she would feel in her cunt that would not be appeased would be punishment enough.
In some ways, what he was about to do to her was even crueler than if he had kicked the shit out of her.
"Okay, I'll do it," she said. "You had better get your clothes off. I want to see you naked. I have to make sure you have the kind of body I can serve completely."
They both laughed at this reversal in roles and Steve quickly made himself naked.
He stood there with a grin on his face. His cock was only two thirds erect, but Sally could tell that he was going to be quite a mouthful.
Steve moved to the bed and sprawled out on his back with his legs pointing at a ninety degree angle.
Sally took a deep breath. She could feel the lubrication starting up in her cunt and she cursed her body once again for not listening to her mind.
She did not want to get too horny. She had no idea if he had any intention of giving her any pleasure whatsoever.
But she couldn't help it. Her nipples were still erect and her pussy was becoming swollen and engorged with blood.
She walked boldly up to him and kissed the head of his cock
Steve showed no sign that he even noticed she was there.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Steve knew that it would take all of his will-power to keep from being a participant in the experiment.
He knew that it would be a true indication of his power if he could stay perfectly still throughout the sex session.
Sally was the prettiest little thing he had ever seen, and that was what made the test of will so perfect.
He had to keep his eyes closed because he knew he could not look at her tits without getting an incredible urge to suck on them.
He could feel her fingertips touching the balls at the base of his feet.
Sally was really getting freaked out by this point. Every guy she had ever had sex with in her entire life had immediately turned into an octopus the second he got her hands on her.
Sally had always thought that getting goosed, pinched, and generally poked, was all part of the game.
She began to realize what a truly powerful and magical photographer was.
She kissed all of his toes, cutely puckering her lips for each one.
Then she opened her lips a little and sucked on each toe.
She ran the palms of her hands up and down his legs as she did this, occasionally letting her long fingernails scrape across the insides of his thighs.
After she had slowly sucked on each toe, and had rolled her tongue around it, she moved her body up so she could kiss the areas behind her knees.
As she moved her breasts which were made much larger by the force of gravity, spilled down onto his ankles.
Only one part of Steve's body moved. A bit of blood pumped down into his semi-hard cock and it moved up his thigh on it s way to pointing back up at his face.
Steve could tell that he was losing the concentration. He had to think about something else
He tried thinking of hockey. Yes, hockey. Sticks. Gloves' Puck. Wanna puck?
He couldn't think of hockey. He had to think of something else.
Baseball. No, that wouldn't do. He couldn't think of anything with a ball in it.
He tried thinking about his mother but that made him get horny too.
Sally had moved her lips up to his thighs after licking the backs of his knees until they were dripping from her saliva.
She let her lips and tongue move slowly up the inside of his leg and almost brushed against the big sack that held his throbbing balls.
The very tip of her tongue moved one of the short and curly hairs that grew from his balls, but she did not make actual contact with the hyper-sensitive gland.
Her tits were pressed flat against him and he could feel her hard nipples slowly moving up and down his thigh.
She moved her body up a little more so she could rub her throbbing pussy against his ankle.
He could feel how wet and hot it was and his cock immediately popped to attention.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before his hips would start to writhe.
He was going to lose the battle of wills The experiment was a miserable failure.
But, ah! It was a sweet failure, for just as Sally moved up to lick Steve's nipples he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly to him.
Her tits were pressed flat against his hard stomach, and he ran his hands slowly and delicately over the small of her back.
He moved his hand down further and ran it across the soft flesh of her round buttocks.
Sally couldn't quite understand what was going on but she knew she didn't want it to stop.
It was the first time that fear and pain were not involved in her sexual arousal.
She was trying to figure out what it was about Steve that allowed him to get her so horny in such a loving way
He squeezed the flesh on her buttocks and then worked his fingers into the crack.
She was straddling his thigh and grinding down on it with her hot wet cooze lips. She was dripping the stuff that dreams are made of.
He grabbed her more firmly and pulled her up further so they could kiss.
He looked at her delicious mouth and he could feel his salivary glands pumping into overdrive.
Her lips were as red as cherries and she was wearing absolutely no make-up.
He remembered thinking about that when he was photographing her.
He remembered admiring the fact that there wasn't a blemish on her entire body.
Her skin was milky white and was very soft to the touch.
She felt as if she had just been powdered with baby powder all the time.
She hungrily pressed those full pouting lips against his and immediately their wet tongues fell together.
They explored each other's mouths, Frenching like neither of them ever had before.
Sally stroked his salivary gland at the base of his tongue and felt hot shoot of spit come out.
Steve ran his tongue over her teeth up under her upper lip, stroking her gums.
The ground their hips wildly together. After a long time they pulled their lips apart and just touched tongues for awhile.
Then Sally pulled back her head, and her face broke into a big happy grin.
"You know what, Steven?" she asked, her amused face looking so cute Steve could tell he was never going to look at the world in the same way again.
He felt as if they should take part in some ritualistic love ceremony.
Perhaps, he thought, they should cut open a pomegranate and spit the seeds at one another.
"What's that," he said, unable to keep himself from smiling whenever he looked at her and realized what a lucky guy he was
"You make really crummy sand!" she said, and they both laughed.
"I didn't know how well the ocean waves could lick," he said and again they kissed passionately.
"But I won't go back on my word. I will serve you in any way I can. I will be completely submissive to you. You can beat me, whip me, make me drink your piss. I don't care. You can do absolutely anything to me and I will only become a more faithful slave.
"Beat you?" Steve said with a frown. "Why would I want to beat you?"
"Because I like to be beaten " Sally said softly.
"What?" Steve's head snapped up. "What are you talking about?"
"Sally put the palm of her hand on his forehead and pushed his head back onto the pillow. "Shhhhhh, silly," she said, amused at his shock. What a naive boy he was she thought.
"You can't understand why the thought of beating you doesn't appeal to me?"
"You'll understand when you see me come," she said and exhaled hot air into his ear.
She stuck her tongue in his ear and rolled it around a little bit.
Steve shivered and felt the goose bumps form all over his body.
He cock leaped into the air and did a little dance before settling back down on his stomach.
His balls gave one intense throb and he let out a deep groan that came from deep inside his throat.
"You are going to have to tell me what to do. I've never had a sex slave before."
"It's easy. You just take out all of your aggressions on me. You think of all of the hassles at work, and all of your frustrations about not being able to support yourself as an artist and you cause me incredible pain."
The idea was starting to appeal to Steve. If she was sincere about loving it then he was doing a service by torturing her.
"Well, slave You can start by sucking me off," he said, immediately getting accustomed to his power over her.
She moved quickly, not wanting to tempt his wrath with hesitation.
She put her fingertips on both of his thighs and pushed them gently apart with a subtle gesture.
"Master, it will be a pleasure to suck off your cock. I will milk you dry with the deepest portions of my throat. I will drink down your come as if it is the elixir of life itself!"
"That's a good slave," Steve said and they both giggled a little.
She kissed her way up his thigh until her cheek was almost touching his balls.
Then she turned her head and stuck out her tongue as far as it would go.
She placed the tip of her tongue on his balls and felt all of the muscles in his body go tense at the same time.
She rolled the tip of her tongue around a little bit on one spot.
Steve began to move his hips around in a slow circle. He writhes blissfully beneath her.
Then she used the flat part of her tongue to lick all over the sack that held his balls.
It felt full of come and Sally could tell it was going to take a lot of swallowing toingest his semen when she sucked that bag dry.
She placed her fingertips on the base of his balls and lifted them up a little.
She bobbed them up and down for a moment and then lowered her head to lick the patch of skin between his ass-hole and his balls.
Steve couldn't help but let out a sharp groan when she did that
She flicked her tongue quickly across the base of his balls.
He was on fire and he wondered if he would lose consciousness during orgasm.
She pulled her lips away and looked at his erect cock with wide eyes of anticipation.
She used the fingernail on her forefinger on her right hand a traced a slow crooked line that started at the base of Steve's prick and ended at the little hole on the tip.
She used the dilated veins that made his cock look gnarled and angry, and treated them like a road map, taking routes of high pleasure with her fingernail.
Then she moved her head up and did the same thing with the very tip of her tongue.
There was a thin line of spit up the underside of Steve's cock.
She then wrapped her fingers gently around the shaft of his cock and lifted it up off of his stomach. :
She pointed his prick toward twelve o'clock and began to lick it like an all day sucker with the flat part of her tongue.
Steve's hips bucked upward and Sally felt proud that she was giving her sex master such a plethora of physical pleasure.
Sally ran her tongue all around the ring of scar at the base of Steve's glans.
She then opened her mouth as far as she could and took the whole head of his lance into her mouth.
She made a sudden gulping sound which was followed immediately by his deepest, most frenzied groan of the hot sex session.
"That's it, suck it slow and gentle at first," Steve said, his voice betraying the fact that he was near swoon.
Sally was inspired by his positive reaction to everything she did, and she decided to violate her own throat with his awesome phallus.
She still had her fingertips cupped under his balls and she was moving those fingers slowly and sensuously.
She wanted to stimulate him as much as she could at the same time.
She already was thinking of being his one and only sex slave for a very long time.
She felt as if she were auditioning for a role in a great movie, and that if she got the part everything would be taken care of for a loi j time.
If she proved herself to be worthy as his sex slave, she knew a lot of the hassles of being a single girl in a cruel world would be over for a while.
Steve stuck his fingers into her hair on the back of her head.
He ran his fingertips down the nape of her neck and gently stroked the downy little hairs that grew there.
He applied a little pressure on the back of her neck as a gentle gesture toward deeper penetration.
She slowly began to lower her head on his cock, keeping her lips wrapped tightly around the rod, as she worked her way downward.
She kept her tongue in constant motion, flicking and licking with it, as the head of his cock worked its way slowly into the deepest portions of her hot throat.
"Take all of my cock into you," Steve said, now having a great deal of trouble breathing. He was panting like a wild animal. "Suck the whole thing up inside of you.' Sally got his balls in the palm of her hand and squeezed them.
She could feel the come churning around in that sack, and she knew it was on its way to the base of his cock.
Soon her lips were wrapped around the very base of his penis and his entire shaft was inside her. '
She had the muscles in her throat completely relaxed so that she could do this without any discomfort whatsoever.
"That's it, my little sex slave," Steve said in a voice that was half whisper and half whimper. "Now move up and down on it. Make it like I am fucking you in your mouth. Do it slowly at first and then steadily increase the speed."
Sally liked the fact that he was willing to explain to her exactly how he wanted to receive his pleasure.
She thought that verbal communication in bed was a good thing, and that many relationships didn't work out in the world because no such verbal communication existed.
Sally felt that a man should be willing to tell his lover exactly what he wants her to do, and the lover, of course, should do everything in her power to appease him.
She knew that she was born for one reason and one reason only.
And that was to worship the man's cock. She would gladly, ecstatically, allow him to violate any of her holes.
His every whim would be her command. She would make him feel like a king.
And all he had to do in return was give her the punishments she so badly needed to keep her gnawing guilt feelings under control.
Sally slowly moved her lips up the shaft of his prick until once again only the swollen purple glans remained inside her mouth.
It was imbedded in the soft flesh of her inner cheek and she was using her tongue slowly and wetly, to stimulate . the very tip where she knew he was most sensitive
All of this felt so good that Steve had no choice but let out a frenzied moan of absolute pleasure with each panting exhale.
He began to move his hips slowly from side to side and up and down to aid in the deep penetration of her hot throat.
Slowly but surely Sally increased the pace with which she thrust her head downward on his rigid pole.
Steve would thrust upward with his hips at the same moment Sally would drive downward with her head.
Steve remembered how much she yearned to be submissive to him.
He thought about the psychology involved in needing pain to feel pleasure. .
And though he did not understand her motives for such feelings he accepted them more than willfully.
He figured if she needed pain to get off, he would be cruel not to hurt her
He increased the pressure of his fingertips on the nape of her neck.
Soon he was digging his fingers into the long thin muscles in her neck so hard that he knew he was causing her great pain.
He began to push down on her neck each time he thrust upward with his hips so his cock would drive into her throat as hard and fast as possible.
He could feel the hot semen in his balls settling at the base of his cock.
He knew his moment of ecstasy was rapidly approaching so he once again picked up the pace of the frenzied blow job.
He was now thrusting his cock into her throat with complete reckless abandon.
Sally could feel the pain in her neck from the way he was gripping her and she felt a warm glow in her heart as she felt it.
She could tell that he understood what it was to be a sex master.
She knew that he would have the conscience to cause her great agony whenever she desired it.
They would play pain games, rituals of torture, that would leave her battled and bruised, and begging for more.
Then all of the muscles in Steve's body went very tense at the same time and Sally prepared herself to swallow his load of hot come.
Staeve lifted his hips up off the bed and and pressed the bottoms of his feet hard against the bed.
He arched his back sharply and his face became red and contorted with the pleasure he was feeling.
Then his mouth fell open and he let out an animalistic cry. Sally prepared to swallow.
At that moment the first great spurt of hot silver seed shot from the tip of Steve's raging phallus.
It filled and bathed Sally's throat and she immediately began to swallow the stuff as fast as she could.
Steve rammed his cock all the way into Sally's throat and held her head in place with both of his hands
He could feel his whole body tingle gloriously as his body became emerged in the process of ejaculation.
He could feel his nerves tingling all the way from his scalp to his toes at that magic moment.
"I'm COMING!" he cried aloud, and Sally worked as hard as she could to drink down his massive quantity if come as it shot wildly from his prick.
Finally, the spurts of come subsided and Steve lightened up his grip on the soft nape of the girl's neck.
Sally slowly raised her head up off of his cock, still keeping her lips firmly wrapped around the convulsing shaft.
As all of the muscles in Steve's body relaxed at the same time, Sally pulled her mouth off of his cock entirely.
She looked at him with an expression of true submission on her face.
Steve wanted to let her know how much he wanted her to always be with him.
But he was afraid that too much kindness would turn her off completely.
He knew he would have to live up to his role as master if he expected to hold on to her for any length of time.
Sally licked the excess come off of his cock so he was as clean as a whistle
The only moisture remaining on his slackening prick was Sally's sweet saliva.
"Did you like that master?" Sally asked sweetly, her blue eyes dancing like a pack of African natives performing a fertility ritual.
"It was just fine, slave, but as soon as my cock gets hard I will demand that you allow me to fuck you."
"I would consider it art honor to be violated by your tremendous penis in any way you desire."
'But, since you have been such a good little slave. You deserve a reward. You see, I am a benevolent master, and I believe in rewarding as well as punishing."
Sally's eyes lit up at the possibilities that existed for her reward
"How will you reward me for the pleasure I have given you?" Sally asked, gently stroking the insides of the man's thighs
"I will go down on you and I will eat your little pussy until you have many orgasms. Do you think you would like that?"
"Yes, master. I have always enjoyed being treated in that way. Are you sure I am worthy of that kind of treatment. After all, you will receive no direct stimulation as you eat my pussy."
"Wanna bet?" Steve said, and he grabbed her hard by the shoulders and turned her over on her back
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sally was a little confused at the way her master was treating her.
It hadn't occurred to her that a sex master could be benevolent.
She had never expected to be treated so nicely, but she could tell that his good mood was fragile.
One little error and she would have to deal with his wrath.
She lay on her back looking at his calm handsome face as it kissed delicately at her round breasts.
She could feel her nerves becoming in tune with the gentle pleasure, just as they had so often gotten in tune with awful pain in the past.
She lay still and calm and watched curiously as he expertly gave her great physical vibrations of sex joy.
He placed one hand lightly on her left breast as his mouth eagerly worked on her left breast.
He got her erect nipple in his mouth and sucked it up into his mouth.
He rolled his tongue over it wet and thick, and moved his lips sensuously to give her added pleasure.
He got the little nipple between his upper and lower teeth and bit down on it rather sharply.
Sally let out a sound that accurately described the combination of pleasure and pain she was experiencing.
Steve pulled on that nipple with his teeth until it was grossly extended.
Then he let the thing snap back into place where it throbbed, begging for more abuse from him.
He repeated the process with the other nipple and once again Sally let out a little cry that made the blood start to pump back into Steve's cock.
Sally parted her thighs a little and couldn't help but move her hips in a slow circular motion.
Steve placed the palm of his hand flat on Sally's lower abdomen.
He kept it still, feeling the warmth of her flesh just below her navel.
She could feel vibrations of love coming from that hand, even though he was not moving it at all.
He moved his whole body on the bed so that he was lying on his stomach with his head between her parted thighs.
He ran his fingertips downward from the little spot below her navel until he was touching the tiny patch of golden pubic hair that grew just above her slit.
He worked his fingers into those blonde locks and twirled them around like he was gathering spaghetti on a fork.
He gently kissed the insides of her thighs and was amazed at how hot and smooth they were.
Her inner thighs were moist near the top from pussy juices that had spilled out of her cunt on to them.
Sally could feel great tension in her crotch. She had high anticipation of the moment when his tongue would touch the soft fold of flesh within her quim lips
He delicately placed his fingertips on either side of her cunt.
He rested his fingertips on her outer labia and slowly pulled those thick wet lips apart.
He puckered his lips and blew warm air softly inside her throbbing vagina.
This made little Sally throw back her head and shiver with passion.
She could feel fresh goose bumps forming all over her body.
Steve inhaled deeply through his nose so he could better pick up the scent of her glorious womanhood.
He found her odor intoxicating and he knew that he would not be able to wait very long before he tasted her vaginal fluids
He stuck his tongue out a little bit, keeping it soft, and ran the very tip up and down the parted outer lips of her boiling honey pot.
Sally could tell that the folds of cunt flesh down between her legs were as completely engorged with blood as they could get.
She was very wet and her clit was throbbing maddeningly.
He continued to lick her outer lips until they were shiny from his spit.
He loved the taste of her cunt and he felt as if he were dining at the world's most exclusive restaurant as he went down on her.
He was glad that she seemed to be enjoying the pleasure he was giving her.
He had been afraid that she would become frigid and responsive when she realized that he wasn't prepared to give her the agony she yearned for.
Not yet. He would think of a suitable torture, and when he did he would give it to her like she had never had it before.
He knew now that he would be able to hurt her just as much as she wanted without a trace of guilt.
It was no longer a matter worth thinking about for Steve. He was ready. If she could take it, he could dish it out.
Sally opened her thighs as far apart as she could so that her cunt lips would part naturally without the help of Steve's fingers.
She raised her knees up in the air, putting the balls at the bottoms of her feet onto the bed.
Her little toes were curled under and she could feel the muscles in her body steadily become tenser as the pleasure she was experiencing grew.
Steve stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and made it sharp at the tip.
Then he plunged it deep into her cunt, working it as far up into her love tunnel as he could get it.
His nose was pressed against her clit and he moved his whole face back and forth so the entire length of her vagina would be stimulated at the same time
His cock was now fully erect again and it was pressed against the bed, pinned against his flat stomach.
He worked his tongue in and out of little Sally's cunt and her eyes closed, and a half smile crossed her full pouting lips.
He then pulled his tongue out of her hole and when he did so Sally found herself experiencing intense vaginal ache.
There was a feeling in her deep cunt of vacuum, void. A space that needed desperately to be filled.
He ran his tongue up and down the inner lips of her twat, working ever closer to her clit without actually touching it
Sally couldn't help but make little gurgling noises in the back of her throat at that point
It seemed like she had been intensely horny ever since she had first taken off her clothes so he could photograph her.
He remembered the way his fingers had touched her breasts as he was posing her and tiow much she desired him at that time.
She realized what a lucky little girl she was to find a man who could be both cruel and kind to her at the same time.
There was no doubt about it. Steve was a very special guy, and Sally was already thinking about quitting school and moving into this combination bedroom and photography studio.
She thought about the hours she could spend posing nude for him.
She would do anything She would allow him to take close-ups of her split beaver.
Her dignity was not involved in the relationship. She would allow him to photograph her in any humiliating and embarrassing position.
Steve ran his tongue all around her clit, tugging at the swollen hot wet pink folds of flesh that surrounded it
He gently touched the flesh sheath that usually covered her clitoris when it was not erect.
Her whole body shuddered, and even though she didn't want to, she found herself raising her hips up off the bed so she could press her wet quim more firmly against his busy mouth.
Steve had to wrap his arms around her upper thighs to keep his tongue close to the magic spot.
He was used to licking at a moving target, since it is impossible to expect a woman to remain still when such pleasure is being experienced.
He thought about how she made lousy sand also, but that was his fantasy, not hers.
He knew that the visible part of the clit was just the tip of the iceberg.
Below that clit were roots of womanhood, that were just as complex, and sexually active as a man's penis.
Sally could tell that it wouldn't take her very long to come once he strted to give her swollen love button direct stimulation.
Steve moved his tongue up to her clit and gently flicked the tip of it across her little man in the boat.
He gripped her thigh more firmly as her hips began to buck wildly.
Her cries of joy could clearly be heard throughout the apartment.
In his own room, Steve's roommate, MacIntyre, arched an eyebrow at the moans and groans he had been hearing.
He wondered if his roomie was into sharing, since he kind of liked the idea of boffing the little blonde too.
He began to steadily increase the pressure of his tongue on her clit and he could tell by the tenseness of her muscles that she was very close to her climax.
Sally could feel the pressure in her loins growing to the point where the explosion was inevitable.
She felt as if their was a water balloon in her lower belly that was going to burst at any second from being filled too full
Just as Sally began her final scream of ecstasy, Steve pucked his lips and wrapped them tightly around both her clitoris and the surrounding folds of flesh.
He sucked these up into his mouth and kept his tongue working hard at the same time
Sally's face turned as red as a beet and she felt the orgasm overtake her.
The muscles in her neck were strained and protruding at that point.
There was a single vein in her temple which stuck out and showed the awesome power of the sensations she was surrendering to.
And she came gloriously. All of the cliches became true for the little girl.
The earth really did move and their were spectacular fireworks just like those she had seen on The Fourth of July.
The orgasm lasted for a long time and Steve continued working on her clit until he was sure that her climax was over.
But he did not pull his face out of her cunt yet He knew that she had the capability to come many times in a short period, and he wanted to give her all of the pleasure that she was capable of having.
He continued to work hard on her tiny erection until she came three more times.
After the fourth orgasm she let out a groan that begged him to stop.
Her long hair was wet from sweat and sticking to her smooth cheeks
She had tossed her head from side to side so much during her ecstasy that that hair was all over the place, a single lock sticking to her lower lip.
She puffed the hair away and looked at Steve to tell him how much in awe of his power she was.
"Are you ready to fuck, now?" Steve asked sweetly. His lower face was wet and shiny from the cunt juices that had spilled out onto it.
The ache deep in Sally's cunt was more intense than ever. She needed his cock inside of her right away.
But she was too respectful of him because he was a man and her sex master, to admit that her own pleasure was important to her.
"If you could like to fuck me, it would be an honor to accept your cock," she said.
Steve loved the way she spoke to him. There was an innocence in her voice that made his balls ache.
Yet there was a formalness to her speech which he recognized as the appropriate way for a slave to address her master.
Steve moved quickly, yearning to fill her cunt just as much as it yearned to be filled
He moved up her body and pressed his weight fully down on her body.
She wrapped her slim, milky white arms around him and gently scratched at the firm muscles on his back with her long fingernails.
His cock was hard and throbbing, and was pressed against the inside of her thigh.
He lowered his lips over hers and gave her a firm passionate kiss.
They rolled their tongues together and Sally could taste her own cunt juices on her master's tongue.
They ground their hips together and Sally could feel his hard cock pulsating against the aching flesh of her lower torso.
Steve lifted his hips so he could achieve penetration quickly.
He reached back and took the stalk of his prick in his own hand. Sally still had her thighs spread open as far as they would go.
She wanted the entrance to her womb to be open and available to her master
She had been lubricating so much she could tell that penetration would be no problem.
Steve moved his cock so that it was pointing at the love tunnel between her very smooth thighs.
Sally's knees were raised up in the air so that they were on either side of his slim muscular hips.
Steve ran the very tip of his prick up and down the open slit.
Sally moaned but was too respectful to beg him to enter her.
Steve picked up the moisture from her cunt on the tip of his prick and felt his balls ache even worse as he got his cock wet.
Then he moved downward a little so the glans on his lance was positioned between the inner lips of her quim.
Sally began to gasp for air, as if she could not breath and be pentrated deeply at the same time.
Steve began to lower his hips and he let go of his cock, returning his hand to the little girl's white shoulder.
He could feel himself sinking into her soaking wet delta and he heard Sally let out a loud furious puff of air.
His cock slid smoothly and entirely into her with the very first thrust of his hips.
The vacuum that had been disturbing Sally was all of a sudden filled to the brim with her sex master's cock meat.
He paused for a moment, staying totally still, with his throbbing phallus all the way inside her vagina, the tip piercing her womb. : Then he withdrew, raising his hips, until only the purple head of his pole remained inside.
This time he thrust down harder and Sally could feel herself on the verge of a deep vaginal orgasm.
By the third stroke Sally let out a scream of joy and Steve realized he had the beautiful little blonde wrapped around his pinky.
He couldn't believe how tight her cunt was He had expected her to be a comfortable fit but he had not anticipated how much her cunt walls would have to stretch to accommodate his screaming rod.
Even after all of the abuse that pussy had taken in the past it remained as tight as it was when she was a virgin.
Steve could feel the inside of her cunt go through convulsions as she had the first of many orgasms she would experience during their first fuck together.
Sally lifted her feet up off of the bed and raised her legs slowly up into the air.
She pointed her toes as she did this and her movements had the grace of poetry.
Soon she was pointing her toes straight up toward the ceiling making a vee with her shapely gams
She then squeezed at Steve's hips with the insides of her thighs.
She slowly wrapped her legs around him and crossed her ankles behind him.
He steadily picked up the pace of his in and out fucking motion.
With each thrust he became a little fiercer, more like the animal that Sally had turned him into.
Steve could feel the muscle inside of her cunt tugging at his cock each time he withdrew from her.
She felt like she had a thousand magic fingers inside her snatch that were there specifically to give him pleasure.
She was so wet that he made a funny splashing noise as he thrust his cock in and out of her drooling quim.
He used the entire length of his penis with each stroke, making her empty then full, empty then full.
She thrust her hips upward each time he thrust his downward so each penetration would be as deep as possible.
She began to have orgasm after orgasm, and each climax seemed a little different from the one that had preceded it.
Steve had gotten sucked off only a few minutes before so he could tell that he would be able to stay hard for a long time before he shot his second load into her pulsing receptacle.
They were both making groaning noises in the back of their throats, seemingly in unison.
They sang a sensuous duet dedicated to the mutual joy they were discovering.
Their bodies were covered with a thin film of sweat. That combined with the scent of Sally's cunt juices made the entire bedroom reek of passion.
The fuck became so frenzied and Steve's thrusts so vicious, that for a moment he was worried that he was going to break the bed.
But, after many minutes of intense thrusting, Steve could feel a fresh load of come swirling about in the sack that held his balls
He could tell he was on his way to his own orgasm at that point.
He gave it everything he had for the last few strokes and pulled Sally off one more time before he thrust his cock all the way into her cunt and left it there.
Then he arched his back and threw back his head. His eyes closed very tightly and his mouth fell gaping open.
He let out a howl and the come spat from the end of his prick into Sally's womb.
Sally uncrossed her ankles and slowly returned her feet to the bed on wither side of him.
They lay still for a long time with his cock still inside her.
They tried to catch their collective breaths and they peered romantically into each other's eyes.
But Steve's mind tended to wander and he was already thinking of methods he could use to give her the kind of agony she needed.
The straight sex was a lot of fun but Steve knew that Sally was a true masochist and would soon become bored unless she got her fair share of abuse.
Sally stroked Steve's slick back with the tips of her fingernails and he gently kissed the side of her neck, and the sweet smelling spot behind her soft earlobe.
When both of them were breathing normally, Steve pulled his flaccid prick from her appeased cunt and rolled off of her onto his side.
"That was your reward, slave," he said firmly but not angrily. "Now is time for you punishment. Iwant you to stay here while I go out and get a few things I will be back as quickly as I can." :
"Please hurry back," Sally said. "Please don't be long."
"I assure you that it will be well worth the wait," Steve said and threw his legs over the side of the bed.
"I'm sure you will make my punishment very worthwhile," Sally said, and turned the corner of her mouth up into a sexy half smile "I don't want you fooling around with my roommate while I'm gone either. He's one of those guys that believes that all is fair in love and war. He wouldn't have any qualms about coming in here the second he knew I was gone."
"I'll lock the door behind you," Sally said as Steve quickly put on his clothes and made his way out into the streets of Bayside in search of implements of torture.
CHAPTER NINE
Steve hopped in his car and made his way to a jewelers in Bayside that he knew stayed open during the evening.
When he went into the store he told the girl behind the counter that he was interested in piercing his girlfriend's ears and he asked how to go about it.
"It's always best if you have a professional do that sort of thing for you," the girl said impatiently, examining her fingernails
The girl was a little on the overweight side and she had a pudgyness about her that made
Steve think she was filled with water rather than blood.
She was the sort of person that seemed to have a great ego for no particular reason. "But I don't want a professional to do it," he said just as impatiently. "I want to do it myself."
"If you insist," the girl said, and patted her spoiled mouth as if to stifle a yawn.
"Do you have the equipment here I would need?" Steve asked, using a tone of voice that let the bitch know he wasn't about to take any shit from her.
"Yeah, all you really need is piercing needles and earrings. Just keep the earlobe soaked in alcohol while you do it to minimize the chance of infection."
Steve had a great urge to tell the pig that it wasn't the earlobes at all he intended on piercing, but he kept his mouth shut for fear that she was the sort who was quick to call the cops.
Steve bought a gold piercing needle and three gold rings. The girl looked at him curiously when he asked for three He needed a spare, he explained weakly and quickly made his way out of the store.
From there he went to a drug store where he bought a big pink rubber enema bag.
The guy who worked in the drug store did not ask why he wanted it and Steve did not volunteer the information.
Ready to punish his newly found slave, Steve made his way back to the apartment, fully expecting to find his roommate scratching at his bedroom door.
But MacIntyre was still reading, with the stereo playing softly.
"Looks like you got a hot one in there " MacIntyre said with an evil grin.
If their positions had been switched MacIntyre would hive had no trouble adjusting to the role of sex master.
Cruelty was in his nature and he kind of liked hurting little girls who were powerless to defend themselves.
He liked to fist fuck girls after slipping them a Quaalude. That was just the sort of guy he was.
But he was respectful of his roommates conquest, and though he was envious, he made no move to steal the blonde nymphette away.
He figured that if Steve wanted to share her, he would let him know.
MacIntyre knew that a chick like that just couldn't get enough cock, and sooner or later Steve was going to run out of jam.
Then MacIntyre would get his turn, and he would get his chance to plow the cunt.
Steve kept his conversation with his roomie to a minimum and quickly made his way into the bedroom so he could get to work.
Sally's eyes lit up as she heard the gentle knock on the door.
He identified himself so that she would know he wasn't MacIntyre and she unlocked the door and let him in
"Get back on the bed," Steve ordered sternly and Sally immediately moved into the desired position.
She had no idea what he had in mind for her and she was very anxious to see what her master had in the brown paper bags he was carrying.
Steve calmly sat on the edge of the bed and opened the bag with the needles and the rings in it.
He laid the needles and the rings out neatly on the bedspread.
"If you are going to be my slave you must wear these rings to prove you are worthy of me," Steve explained.
Sally looked at the needles and the rings and began to understand what he had in mind for her.
"You will wear one ring in each of your nipples and one in your right outer cunt lips. Do you understand?"
A flash of terror crossed through Sally's eyes, but was soon replaced by a look of reaffirmed adoration.
Steve got up and went to his closet where he pulled out a half full plastic bottle of rubbing alcohol and a box full of cotton balls.
"I am not going to do this quickly. I am going to do it slowly and deliberately so you will be able to feel and appreciate every pain. I want you to remember this as a very special moment in your life. This will cement our relationship as master and slave."
"Yes, master. I will savor these moments of agony more than I have ever savored anything before. I will feel proud to wear the rings in my nipples and cunt. I will always think of how much I worship you when I look down at myself and see them there."
"You have a great attitude, Sally," Steve said. "Now try and relax. I am going to do your nipples first."
Sally tried as hard as she could to relax but it was very difficult considering she was waiting for him to thrust needles into her sensitive breasts.
No matter how hard she tried to calm herself she found that she was still clutching the sides of the bed so hard that her knuckles were white.
She took short rapid breaths, as if she wanted to get the air in and out of her lungs as quickly as possible.
Steve pulled a cotton ball, out of the box and examined it closely.
He set the cotton ball on the bedspread and picked up the plastic bottle of rubbing alcohol.
He unscrewed the cap and held the cotton ball to the open mouth of the bottle as he tipped it.
He felt the coolness on his fingertips that told him the cotton ball was saturated with alcohol.
He then screwed the cap back on and moved the wet cotton toward Sally's left breast.
The combination of fear and sexual arousal that Sally was feeling made her nipple hard and erect.
This pleased Steve because he knew that that would make the nipple easier to pierce.
He rubbed the alcohol all over the nipple so that there was no way a germ could live on it any longer.
Sally shivered once the alcohol was applied. She couldn't believe how cold it felt on her sensitive part.
She looked down at her nipple and realized she was looking at it for the last time when it did not have a hole in it.
She was very tense and her difficulty in breathing was even worse than it had been before.
But the thought of the pain she was about to experience made her cunt start to throb wildly.
She really loved her new master. He used imagination when he caused her pain.
He turned her punishment into a sacred ritual, and she would always adore him for that.
Steve picked up the first golden needle and ran the sharp tip all over the little girl's left tit.
He ran it on her smooth flesh just hard enough so that she would be able to tell how sharp it was, without actually breaking the skin at any point.
He got her erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out until it was grossly extended.
The red rosy flesh there was stretched tight by the way he pulled it.
Sally watched everything very closely and she bit her bottom lip hard as she saw him approach her stretched nipple with the sharp tip of the needle.
She tried to talk herself into not screaming, but all of that was forgotten the second he sunk the needle tip into her nipple.
Her mouth fell open and she let out a scream that curdled MacIntyre's blood on the other side of the apartment.
He couldn't tell what his roomie was doing to the little tramp, but he thought it sounded like a whole lot of fun.
He hadn't heard a girl scream in pain like that for a long time, and the sound rekindled memories of his own sadistic exploits.
Just as Steve had promised he would, he pierced that nipple very slowly.
He really did want Sally's pain to be as long and excruciating as possible.
Big tears welled up in her eyes as she watched the sharp needle sink slowly into her hypersensitive nipple flesh.
Her eyes overflowed, and the big warm tears spilled out and rolled slowly down her smooth cheeks.
Her tears got in her mouth and they tasted salty and warm.
Steve slowly pushed the needle in until the tip popped out the other side.
Pure horror filled little Sally's face. She had never known that anything could hurt so badly.
Yet with the agony came the sweet pleasure. She could feel her clit becoming erect and popping out of its swollen flesh sheath.
Steve continued to push on the needle until it was all the way through.
There wasn't as much blood as he thought there would be, just a couple of drops at the entry and exit wounds.
He moved the needle back and forth, causing the little girl further pain.
Her face contorted and she began to sob with despair. Steve didn't like the idea of her agony as much as he thought he would, but then he noticed that her hips were moving in a slow circular motion.
He had no idea why the girl needed this kind of treatment. He couldn't understand why her guilt had driven her to such extreme sexual deviance.
But he could tell that she wasn't faking it, he knew her need was real.
After he was sure that a hole in her nipple had been established he pulled the needle out and picked up one of the gold rings.
He inserted the ring in the hole he had just made and then wiped off the blood with a fresh alcohol soaked cotton ball.
The new alcohol stung Sally horribly as it seeped into her recently opened wound.
But she did not scream loud like she did before. She made desperate whimpering noises, with small moans at the end.
Sally looked at the gold ring which was now decorating her nipple.
She couldn't help but feel proud because she realized that it was a symbol of her status as Steve's sex slave.
Steve then put alcohol on the other nipple and began to repeat the process.
Once, again he stretched her nipple upward before he began to press the needle through it, until it poked out the other side.
He did it just as slowly and Sally bit her bottom lips so hard that it became swollen and started to bleed.
Soon she was wearing golden rings in either of her nipples and she looked down at them.
She could see that her pierced nipples were starting to turn black and blue from the abuse they had received.
Steve bathed both nipples once again in alcohol and then gave a little thought to how he was going to go about piercing her cunt lip.
He moved his paraphernalia to the foot of the bed so he could take a look at her cunt.
He could tell that there was going to be a good deal more blood from her cunt lips than there had been from either of her nipples.
Those lips were fully engorged and a little on the slippery side.
He would have to be careful not to open a gash that would bleed to much.
He got a white towel and told her to lift up her hips.
He put the towel under her ass, and under her cunt, to catch any blood that might come spilling out.
He we i a cotton ball and ran it up and down the cunt lip he had chosen.
The alcohol on her mucous membrane stung horribly and little Sally couldn't help but jerk her hips upward and writhe in agony.
"Shhhh, little darling," Steve said. "Just relax and enjoy the pain."
"I'm trying master, but this is a new kind of pain for me, and I don't know what to expect."
"I understand, my pretty little slave, but it will be better for you if you can relax."
"I will try as hard as I can, master. I only want to please you."
Steve grabbed her cunt lip between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out away from her cunt.
He rubbed the sharp needle up and down the sensitive folds of cunt flesh.
He was just being a tease by doing this, procrastinating the inevitable.
He wanted Sally's fear and tension to be at an absolute peak before he drove the sharp needle into her cunt flesh.
He placed the tip of the needle on the desired spot and began to press it in.
Her flesh was soft and the needle sunk into it like a hot knife into butter.
Once again Sally let out a scream that had the neighbors contemplating calling the cops.
But even at the end of this scream there was a moan to let Steve know that she was getting off on the agony just as much as she said she would.
Steve was careful to make the hole very close to the edge of the lip so that the ring would fit after it was made.
He got the biggest rings he could but he did not want to make an error and have to make two holes.
Blood spurted out, red and hot, from the hole in her cunt lip.
The sight slightly sickened Steve but he forged on and soon the needle was all the way through the lip, sticking out the other side.
He worked the needle back and forth to make sure the hole had been established.
He then removed the needle and attached the final ring into her.
He used plenty of alcohol to soak up the blood that had been spilled.
Sally felt exhausted. She had never felt such concentrated pain in such a short period of time before.
It was truly a new high point for agony and she couldn't help but loving Steve for giving it to her.
Once she was mopped up and the bloody towel was thrown into the dirty laundry hamper Steve opened up the other paper bag and pulled out the enema bag.
Sally looked at it through tear-filled eyes and had trouble for a moment figuring out what it was.
At first she thought it was a hot water bottle, but she couldn't figure out what the long hose was for.
Then she remembered vaguely hearing about enemas, and how they helped constipated people take a shit.
She wondered what possible purpose it could have when it came-to her punishment.
"The next part of your punishment is called toilet training," Steve said calmly. "I want you to get off the bed and put on this bathrobe. We will go together into the bathroom for the next part of your slave training."
Sally swung her legs over the side of the bed and put her feet on the floor.
As she moved she could tell how sore her tits and her cunt were.
They throbbed in a painful way that she wouldn't have thought was possible.
She bowed her head before her master and walked with slumped shoulders over to him.
She felt as if a little bit of herself had been stripped away by the pain she had just felt.
Her mind was no longer thinking clearly.
She had forgotten that she went to school. She assumed she would always be there in the apartment with Steve.
He slipped the dark blue bathrobe over her shoulders and helped her get it on.
He tied the cloth belt around her waist for her. He didn't want his roomie to get any cheap thrills by sneaking a peek at her naked.
Steve took Sally by the hand and led her into the bathroom.
He shut and locked the door behind them, then removed the bathrobe and hung it on one of the hooks on the back of the door.
"I want you to step into the bathtub and face the end with the shower nozzle on it," Steve said sternly yet gently.
He knew there was no point in behaving as if he were angry with her.
It would never have occurred to her to disobey him no matter how gentle he was.
He pulled back the shower curtain and Sally painfully stepped into the tub, facing the direction she had been told to.
She stood perfectly still, with her thin milky white arms dangling loose at her sides.
"Now I want you to put your arms out in front of you, and press your palms against the tiles," Steve said. He had a vision of how an enema was supposed to be given and he was going by it.
Sally placed the palms of her hands on the wall in front of her.
She leaned forward and pressed her fingers hard into the tiled wall.
"Okay, now stand with your feet apart as far as they can go," Steve said, looking at the little girl as she quickly moved to obey him.
He still couldn't believe how sweet she looked. He had never imagined that there was anything that cute in the world.
He couldn't believe how quickly she had changed his life, just by walking into the camera store.
He had turned into a full-blown sadist, and he was a little uncomfortable by how comfortable he felt in his new role.
Sally pressed her feet up against the sides of the tub, wiggling her cute chubby little toes as she did so.
"Bend at the waist. I want you to stick your ass up in the air as far as you can," he said, and there was even a bit of a cruel smile on his face at this time.
He was starting to really enjoy the idea of giving the little girl pain.
He didn't know what secret part of him had been unearthed when he found a masochist begging for pain.
He set the empty enema bag in the sink and placed his hands gently on her smooth buttocks.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart and worked a single finger into the crack.
He ran his finger up and down until he found the tight little hole that was to be his target.
He used his fingertip to play with the mouth of that tight orifice and Sally let out a little moan that let Steve know how good it felt.
"Have you ever had an enema before?" Steve asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.
"No master. I have to admit, I don't have any idea what is going on," she said, her confusion evident in her strained voice.
The position she was in made the blood flow to her nipples and that made them throb all the more.
Steve began to explain to her about enemas as he slowly inserted his finger up her ass-hole.
He worked his finger deep up into her bowels as he spoke to her.
"You see I am going to fill this rubber bag completely full to the brim with warm water. Then I am going to insert the nozzle into your ass-hole. By elevating the bag, the water will start to flow into your bowels. Your first instinct will be to shit the water right back out but I warn you not to do that. Your punishment will be a lot more severe if you let any of the water out before I give you the word. That is the trick to the game. You have to hold all of the water inside until I say it's okay to let it go. You will be so full, that you will feel like you are going to burst. You will wish you could die the pain in your bowels will be so great. But I assure you that the pleasure of release will make the pain of retention all worth while."
Sally listened carefully to what her master was saying to her.
She could tell that it was going to take all of her remaining strength to retain the full bag of enema water.
CHAPTER TEN
Steve's finger was up Sally's ass-hole all the way to the third knuckle by this point
He began to wiggle it around slowly so he would give plenty of stimulus to the inside of her bowels.
He pushed that finger from side to side so he would stretch the ring of muscle around her anus and force it to relax.
He then pulled his finger out and turned to the sink to prepare the enema.
He turned on the faucets to the sink and held his fingers under the taps until the temperature of the water was just right.
Then he unscrewed the plastic cap at the top of the pink rubber enema bag and filled the thing until no more water could possibly fit inside.
There was a little clamp that went on the hose to the enema to keep any of the water from spilling out before it was supposed to.
Steve attached the full enema bag to the pole that held the shower curtain.
He then let the clamped hose dangle free while he once again pulled apart Sally's smooth ass cheeks.
Sally was trying to imagine what it was going to feel like to have warm water flow up her ass.
She imagined that for a while it would be very nice and relaxing.
It would be only when her bowels were full and the water kept flowing that she would feel the pain.
But she could already tell, just by thinking about it, that it would be the kind of sweet pain she so desired.
Already her tight little ass-hole was tingling in anticipation of being violated by the enema nozzle.
Steve ran the enema nozzle up and down the crack of her ass, teasing her a little before actually penetrating her with it.
Sally could feel a yearning deep up inside her ass, much like the yearning she felt when she knew she was going to get fucked in her nether eye.
Then he jammed the enema nozzle into her hole as deeply as he could.
There was nothing gentle about the way he thrust it in and Sally couldn't help but wince when she felt the cruel penetration.
Steve took the clamp off of the hose and the water began to flow into her.
Just as her sex master had told her, she felt like shitting the water back out immediately, vacating the rest of her bowels along with it.
Steve was getting a hard-on inside his pants at the sight of his pretty blonde slave being toilet trained.
Sally quickly figured out the muscles she needed to contract to hold the water inside her bowels.
She knew that it would please her master very much if she succeeded in holding all of the water inside.
She was determined to succeed, no matter how much pain she had to endure.
Steve saw Sally's muscles go tight as the warm water hit the deepest darkest portions of her bowels.
He watched in amusement as her ass cheeks squeezed together, gripping the nozzle and the hose as hard as she could.
Sally's face became very flushed and beads of sweat popped up on her creased brow.
Her face reflected the intense concentration she needed to keep from shitting.
Sally could feel terrible cramps starting in her lower torso.
She looked down and she could see her lower belly puffing out.
She tried not to think about the pain that was starting to roar up her spine into her brain.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think the pain away.
It was too intense, too real, to be passed over with stream of consciousness.
She looked up at the enema bag like a boxer in trouble checking the clock to see how many seconds are left before the end of the round.
But, to her dismay, the enema bag was only half empty, which meant that it was also half full.
She began to get discouraged. She felt like she was going to be a failure.
She clenched her back teeth together as hard as she could, until her jaw ached.
She then shut her eyes as tight as she could, and the vein in her temple once again began to protrude.
After what seemed like a hour of agony, the enema bag was empty, and Sally had managed to hold all of the water inside.
She was hoping that the ordeal was almost over, but Steve had other plans.
He was going to pull the nozzle out and then make her hold the water in a few more seconds, just to make the torture that much worse.
Sally did not utter a sound for fear that it would make her break her concentration.
She knew that any little whimper could cause her to have an accident and blow the whole thing.
She had made it this far and she wasn't about to lose it now.
She could tell that the tension she felt in her bowels was very similar to the tension she felt in her loins moments before orgasm.
She wondered if the release, when it came, would be good as a climax.
Steve had told her that the release would make all of the pain worthwhile and she had no reason not to believe him.
Steve ripped off a hunk of toilet paper and rolled it up into a ball.
The he viciously pulled the nozzle out of the little blonde girl's ass-hole.
Sally thought that this meant the end was near and her heart was filled with hope.
But it was a lot harder holding the water in without the nozzle being up her rectum.
The nozzle had worked as kind of a cork, and it was a lot tougher keeping her ass-hole shut without it in there.
Steve pressed the toilet paper against her ass-hole after prying open her tense ass cheeks.
"Just a few more seconds, little slave," Steve said, his cock now fully erect inside his pants.
But what was a couple of seconds to Steve seemed like hours to little Sally.
Then came the moment that Sally had longed for. Then came the Word.
"RELEASE!" Steve shouted as he pulled the ball of toilet paper away and got out of the way of the inevitable explosion.
The first thing he heard was an incredible farting noise..
'Hien he saw the great gush of stained water come out of Sally's ass-hole.
The relief was incredible and Sally believed that, even though it wasn't as good, the pressure being released all at the same time was comparable.
The water shot all the way across the tub and splattered on the wall behind Sally.
Her mouth fell open and her eyes remained :, but not nearly as tightly.
She let out a loud moan and then looked down to see the brown water swimming around by her toes.
After the initial spurt of water, it didn't travel as far, and the rest remained inside the tub.
But it did splatter up over her round white buttocks, and the last few drops rolled warm and slow down the backs of her legs.
She took the palms of her hands off of the tiled wall in front of her.
She stood up straight and moved her feet a little closer together.
She breathed a great sigh of relief and looked at her master for further instructions.
"That was very good," Steve said. He had had no idea how much water she would be able to take since he had never given anyone an enema before.
He figured it was pure luck that he got the amount perfect.
He was glad that she had succeeded, because he had no idea what punishment he would have administered if she had failed.
"Okay slave, look at this disgusting mess you have made. The whole bathroom stinks now because of you," he said sternly. "I want you to clean up after yourself this very instant!"
"Of course master. It's the least I can do after you were so kind to punish me so thoroughly."
She looked down at the rings that went through her nipples and she noticed that there was going to be quite a bit of discoloration on them.
She closed the shower curtain and turned on the shower hot and steamy.
She busily went about cleaning the enema water out of the tub.
Steve stood with his arms folded across his chest. His balls were aching and his cock was hard.
He couldn't wait for her to finish so he could fuck her again.
"Let me know when you are done cleaning up, I want to take a shower with you," Steve said, with a hint of cheerfulness in his voice.
"Okie-dokie," Sally sang back and hurried up the process of the cleaning up because the idea of taking a sensuous shower with her lover appealed to her a great deal.
Steve busily took off all of his clothes and left them lying on the bathroom floor.
His cock was sticking straight out in front of him, bobbing a little up and down.
In a matter of seconds Sally pulled back the shower curtain and little and peeked out at the naked man.
"You can come in now," she said, with a naughty expression on her face.
Steve smiled in response and stepped into the shower with her.
He slipped his long strong arms around her waist and pulled her close to him.
His cock moved so that it was sticking straight upward and Sally rubbed her flat belly against it.
Steve lowered his head and Sally got up on her toes so they could kiss.
Their tongues met before their lips did and soon they were in the midst of passionate necking.
Steve moved his fingers down to her buttocks and massaged the soft flesh.
"I want to fuck you in the ass now," Steve said. "I have purged your bowels of all of their impurities and now I am going to fuck you in that hole."
Sally's eyes lit up. She liked the idea of getting fucked in the ass very much.
"Anything you say, master. In what position would you like to do it?"
"Get on your hands and knees on the bottom of the tub and I will mount you from the rear," he said.
Sally moved into position automatically. She felt good and fresh, even if she was a little sore from her exhausting punishment.
The tingle in her ass-hole returned the second he mentioned fucking her there and the yearning deep in her bowels came back stronger than ever.
The warm water had left her bowels completely relaxed and highly sensitive.
She knew that he would have no trouble penetrating her there.
She had done this before so she knew just the right angle to hold her ass.
She knew just how much she would have to arch her back to get in the appropriate position.
Steve got down on his knees behind her and ran the palms of his hands up and down the little bumps in her spine.
He reached under and gave her breasts a squeeze.
Then he heard her cry out in pain and he remembered the slightly sickening thing he had done to them only a few moments before.
His fingertips found the gold rings and he played with them a little.
He did not want to caress her there for too long because he knew how sore she would be and he had seen how her nipples had started to discolor.
His cock was sticking straight up and resting against the crack between the cheeks of the little girl's ass.
He placed one hand on either of her buttocks and pulled them apart.
He drew back his hips at the same time so his cock would stick straight out instead of straight up.
He ran the tip of his cock up and down the stretched tight skin between her buttocks until he found the little hole.
He could feel the head of his cock pressing directly against her nether eye and he knew it was time to start pushing forward with his hips.
Sally could feel the ring of muscle around her ass-hole begin to give way under the relentless pressure of his erect penis.
She felt that hole open like magic and the head of his lance pop inside.
"Oh yes, fuck my ass, master," she screamed. "Fuck my ass long and hard."
"I will my sweet little sex slave. I will drive myself as deep as I can up into you."
He pushed his way into her ass-hole slowly so she could feel and appreciate every fraction of an inch of his cock meat.
Sally's jaw became tight as she felt his long thick rod work it's way deep into her bowels, seeking that magic spot deep inside.
Soon he was all the way in her and the fronts of his thighs were pressed snug against her parted buttocks.
He drew out slowly and then rammed it back in.
Sally's lips puckered and she made frenzied kissing motions at the air.
At just that point there was a hard knock at the bathroom door.
"Open up in there, I gotta take a piss," they heard MacIntyre's voice say.
There was a panic in his voice that told them that he wasn't kidding.
He sounded like he had a very full bladder and he had been holding it for a long time.
"Why don't you fucking go in the sink or something. We're busy," Steve yelled out.
"The sink is full of dishes," MacIntyre said. "Come on. Give a guy a fucking break, will you?"
Steve shrugged and pulled his hard frustrated cock out of Sally's tight yearning ass-hole.
Steve got up to his feet and stepped out of the shower, dripping wet.
He walked across the bathroom and opened the door to see his roommate hopping on one foot.
MacIntyre took one look at Steve's hard-on and cracked up laughing.
He looked at the tub and he could see that the little blonde was on her hands and knees.
"The chick is really a sport, ain't she," MacIntyre said crudely and Steve shrugged, a little embarrassed by the whole thing.
"Why don't you just take your piss and get out," Steve said, not trying to hide the fact that he was annoyed.
"Come on, buddie. When you get a sport like that one on the line you should at least have the common decency to share her with a friend," MacIntyre said and whipped out his cock so he could piss in the John.
"Okay. Just get out of here. We'll do something with her together after I'm done in here," Steve said. He knew he was going to end up sharing her. He could tell by the expression on MacIntyre's face when he first saw her.
MacIntyre thanked his roomie kindly as he shook the last few drops of piss off of his cock and put it back in his pants.
Steve immediately got back into the shower and knelt behind the girl.
Sally had not moved a muscle. She was still in the exact same position.
"Did you say you were going to share me with that other fellow?" Sally asked, with a note of sadness in her voice.
"Yes I did," Steve said firmly. "You are my sex slave and you will do whatever I say. If I want you to ball my roomie, you will do it without complaint, do you understand?"
"Uh huh," Sally said weakly and lowered her head. Steve rammed his cock up her ass as hard as he could and Sally immediately forgot about the business with MacIntyre.
Steve reached around and, avoiding her sore cunt lip, diddled her clit as he plowed her from the rear.
It took him a long time to come and he managed to diddle her to orgasm twice before he shoved his cock all the way into her bowels and felt the come spurt wildly out of his convulsing rod.
With that done they both stood up and rinsed their private parts off with the steaming shower water.
They stepped out of the shower and Steve carefully dried Sally off, being careful not to be too rough with the sections that had been hurt during her punishment.
Then they both stepped naked out of the bathroom and went to the living room where MacIntyre was waiting patiently.
"So what do you want to do with her?" Steve asked MacIntyre.
"I don't want to be too greedy," the young writer said. "I guess it'll be okay if she just sucks me off."
"Sally, give my roomie a blow job," Steve ordered.
As Sally crossed the living room approaching MacIntyre, the writer noticed the rings in her nipples and in her cunt.
"Holy shit," MacIntyre said. "Not only does she call you master but you fuckin' pierced everything piercable!"
Steve smiled. He could tell that MacIntyre was admiring his power.
"You must be some kind of guy," MacIntyre said looking at Steve as if he was very impressed.
MacIntyre sat on the couch, slumped down, with his legs spread open.
Sally knelt between his open knees and her fingers went to his belt.
In a matter of seconds she had his tight jeans down around his ankles and his stiff cock was throbbing in front of her face.
"Make it good, little cunt," MacIntyre said with a hiss. "Remember your master is watching. He wants you to always be good.' Sally felt humiliated and abused by what she was being forced to do.
She had never felt so low in all of her life, and she was just getting to the point where she felt that her punishment was sufficient for her crime.
She knew the more they abused her and the more they treated her like the scum of the earth, the better she would be able to deal with herself in her own mind.
She kissed the insides of MacIntyre's thighs gently, working her way slowly up toward his balls.
Then she used the tip of her tongue to lightly lick his balls.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and slid them up and down a few times.
MacIntyre sat calmly and looked down at the girl with an expression of complete disdain.
This was how MacIntyre thought women should be treated. They should be on their knees tending to a man.
He wondered how Steve had managed to brainwash her so thoroughly.
MacIntyre couldn't help but think Steve had slipped her some kind of drug.
Sally licked the stalk of MacIntyre's cock and his face showed the first signs of pleasure.
Sally flicked her tongue all around the throbbing purple head of his cock until it was wet with spit.
Then she opened her mouth and gobbled down his cock, taking the entire length of it in her throat at the same time.
MacIntyre put his hands palms down on the couch and lifted his hips up a little.
The little girl was not only totally subservient but she had a very talented mouth.
MacIntyre had gotten really worked up from hearing the little girl's screams of pleasure and pain.
He could tell that she wouldn't have to suck him for very long before he would blow his wad.
In a matter of minutes MacIntyre let out a howl and Sally swallowed down all of his come as it shot out of the end of his prick into her mouth.
When he was done she licked him clean and turned over her shoulder to get further instructions from her master.
She was not satisfied with being forced to blow MacIntyre.
She had not been satisfied with having her nipples pierced.
She had not been satisfied with having her cunt lips pierced.
She had not been satisfied with the incredibly painful enema.
There still had not been enough pain and humiliation to suit her.
She wanted more.
EPILOGUE
Sally totally forgot about going back to school, and it never occurred to her once that her own roomie was very worried about her.
She spent the night sleeping with her cheek against Steve's chest.
He had his arm wrapped around her shoulder and his other hand was resting peacefully between her legs.
When they woke up in the morning Sally was surprised to find that much of the sore mess in her nipples and her cunt had disappeared.
She felt fresh and good and ready to get it on with her master.
The two of them stumbled nude and sleepy-eyed into the living room where MacIntyre was already up and smoking an early joint.
"What say we both call in sick today and boff the shit out of the little bitch," MacIntyre said with an evil grin on his face.
Steve raised an eyebrow and then broke into a grin.
"I don't have to go to school anymore if you guys don't want me to," Sally chimed in and the matter was settled.
Steve and MacIntyre both called in sick for the day and returned to the living room to fuck the day away.
"Would you two guys like to fuck me both at the same time?" little Sally asked with lust oozing from someplace deep in her throat.
The two men just laughed. They thought it was a great idea.
"Do you think we could pull it off all standing up?" Steve asked, looking at their relative heights and trying to determine the feasibility of the position.
They figured that the worst that could happen was that they would fail.
Sally stood looking very cute in the center of the living room.
She put her feet as far apart as she could so that her pussy lips would part.
Steve stood in front of her and realized that his hips were too high.
"Wrap your legs around my waist and hold me by the back of the neck, slave," he instructed sternly.
Sally put her fingers on the nape of Steve's neck and jumped up into the air.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and Steve moved so that his cock was pressed between the inner lips of her cunt.
Her pussy was wet and soupy at the mere thought of getting fucked by the two guys at once.
Sally looked down and watched closely as she saw Steve's long hard throbbing prick slowly sink deep up into her cunt, the head traveling well into her yearning womb.
At this point MacIntyre moved up behind her and told Steve to bend his knees a little so Sally would be lowered and he would be able to get his cock up her ass-hole.
MacIntyre was in a cruel mood and he had no thoughts of being gentle with his roomie's sex slave at that point.
He grabbed her brutally by the cheeks of her ass, digging his fingers deep into her soft, smooth, supple buttock flesh.
He tore those cheeks open putting great strain on the skin in the crack.
His cock was hard and erect. It not only stuck out straight in front of him but it stuck a little upward, at just the right angle to achieve anal penetration.
He rammed the head of his cock up against Sally's ass-hole.
She let out a deep moan because her ass-hole had been tingling.
She loved the sensation of getting fucked in both of her holes at the same time.
She loved it when masterful men made a Sally sandwich out of her.
She could feel MacIntyre start to push forward with his slim but powerful hips.
She could feel her ass-hole start to stretch to accommodate his cock.
She had taken it up the ass many times so the muscles involved were already stretched to some extent.
MacIntyre could feel his balls aching horribly in anticipation of piercing her deepest darkest core.
He could feel the head of his prick sink into her bowels and he felt Sally's talented ass muscles squeeze down on his glans blissfully.
Steve did not move his cock at all. He remained perfectly still.
He knew that it would be difficult for MacIntyre to get his prick up the little girl's ass-hole without having to aim at a moving target.
But MacIntyre was making definite progress and soon he had his whang all the way up inside so that his brown patch of pubic hair above his throbbing cock was pressed firmly against the top of her ass crack.
At this point they began to move and Sally could feel the two cocks thrusting in and out of her at the same time.
First she would be completely filled up and next she would be empty.
The roomies thrust into her at the same time, and each time they did so she let out a sharp cry that told them how much she was enjoying the treatment they were giving her.
Steve had been worried that the ring he had put in Sally's labia would alter her ability to fuck.
He thought that it might get in the way and hurt him as he thrust inside of her.
But, although he could feel it hitting his leg as he jammed his cock all the way into her pussy, it caused him no discomfort.
He was pleased that he had not botched the job. He didn't want to do it over again.
Even though he got a strange thrill whenever he thought of how she screamed and bled when he jammed the golden needle into her pussy flesh, he did not have any desire to repeat the process.
They fucked the little girl until they both came, and then lowered her to the floor.
"I'll bet the little bitch-likes to get tied up and shit before she gets banged," MacIntyre said with a sneer.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask her?" Steve said calmly. He was still feeling the warmth in his balls from his recent climax.
Sally did not mind at all the fact that they were speaking about her as if she were not there.
She liked it when they spoke that way about her. Her whole sense of slavehood was damaged whenever her master began to show her respect.
She figured that no one should have more respect for her than she had for herself.
"Is that right, cunt? Do like to get tied up and shit?" MacIntyre said, enjoying his ability to get away with abusing her in any way.
He had been fucked over by women in the past and he enjoyed this obvious outlet for his hostility.
"Yes, I do," Sally said in a tiny voice that was barely above a whisper.
She lowered her head and avoided eye contact with the boy when she spoke to him.
"That's great!" MacIntyre said, his face breaking into an uncommon grin. "Steve, what the fuck have we got around here that we can tie this bitch up with?"
"I've got some twine," Steve said, tilting his head a little to one side.
"Why do you have twine?" MacIntyre asked, making a face that showed his curiosity.
"Because you never know when you are going to need some twine," Steve said simply and went off to get it.
While Steve was fetching the twine MacIntyre was thinking of painful ways to tie the little girl up.
He figured he would tie her feet to the backs of her thighs so the muscles in her legs would be stretched painfully.
Then he decided that he would pull both of her arms up behind her back, hurting her shoulders as he tied her wrists together.
When Steve got back with the twine they went about doing this.
MacIntyre kicked Sally's feet out from under her so she was forced to fall to the floor.
Then they pounced on her and rolled her over on her stomach.
There was really no reason for them to be as rough with her as they were. ihe certainly had no intention of struggling in the slightest.
MacIntyre could feel the muscles in her legs stretching as he forced her legs backwards until her feet were pressed against the back of her thighs.
Sally's face turned red and big tears welled up in her blue eyes
After Steve had tied the twine tightly around the first leg, MacIntyre bent the other one backwards so they could repeat the process.
With both legs tied in that cruel manner, MacIntyre took great joy in bending the little girl's arms far back so her wrists could be fastened together in between her shoulder blades.
This done, they rolled her over on her back so added pressure would be put on her stretched muscles by the weight of her own body.
This was the way Sally knew she was supposed to be.
This was the way the pretty little blonde with the pierced nipples always wanted to be.
She was in intense pain and she was totally at the mercy of the two men, who obviously had superior wills.
MacIntyre had an idea which he thought was a good one.
One could almost see the light bulb going on over his head.
He ran into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator door.
He opened the bottom drawer, the crisper, and pulled out a big red apple.
He returned to the living room and forced Sally to open her mouth as far as she could.
Then he rammed the apple hard against her teeth so that she was forced to bite into it.
Immediately her jaw ached from being forced so widely open.
MacIntyre decided to terrorize the little girl a little so he put his fingers in the little gold rings she wore in her breasts.
"Imagine the damage I could do to you, you little tramp, if I just gave one quick tug at these rings," MacIntyre said the fire of the devil burning in his eyes. "I could tear your fucking nipples right off if I wanted to.
Sally's eyes went wide with horror. She had no idea how insane this guy was.
She didn't know how much of what he was saying was real and how much was pretend.
Outside the apartment complex, Sally's roommate, Stacy, pulled up in her car.
She had been worried when Sally hadn't come home and she knew how easily a masochist like the blonde could get herself in serious trouble.
