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 This is my first attempt at writing I hope you enjoy reading it linger over
it and put yourselves in the place of the protagonists and it brings you
many happy dreams?  NORMAN: BY TCOMC My name is Kate I am 31 years old, I
am 5 feet 6 inches tall about 100 pounds light brown hair hazel eyes 36c
breasts fit and healthy.  I work in a very old privately owned bank and I
am also a slave, sex slave to be precise.  My master if you want to call
him that is Norman he is almost 18 now and a sadistic little bastard.  How
did I come into this predicament you ask well as to not bore you with all
the details suffice to say I got caught stealing from the bank?  So the
chairman and owner lays out my options lose everything go to jail and break
my parent's hearts or slavery for a term of 3-6 years depending on my
behaviour which is what I would get if I went to jail.  So there I am
standing in his office thinking that I would be his slave which I thought
would not be too bad he was in his late fifty's a bit overweight but kindly
looking.  Then there is a knock on the office door and in walks this kid, a
rather none descript child a bit smaller than me dressed in grey trousers
school blazer and even one of those old brown satchels the only thing
missing was a cap which brought a smirk to my face.  Ah Norman my son just
in time this is the naughty lady I was telling you about.  Why was the
chairman talking to his son about me?  Norman is going to be looking after
you; I beg your pardon I said Norman is going to look after you my dear. 
That is when I lost it, do I look like I need looking after by a child you
are fucking crazy it is obscene it is child abuse I will not do it and on
and on I ranted, until the chairman slammed his hand down on the table. 
Once again my choices were laid out and so I agreed to Norman.  The
chairman said Norman was a quite shy lad and having me to play with would
hopefully bring him out of himself.  Play what did he think would happen we
would sit around and play monopoly?  Go on Norman say hello, that's when he
walked up to me and I had my first close up look at Norman.  Like I said he
was a bit smaller than me black hair and that was all you could say about
Norman apart from his eyes which were almost black and they sent a chill
right through me and a little evil smirk that looked like the cat that had
got the cream and I was most definitely the cream.  I put on my best smile
and extended my hand and said hello Norman my name is Kate how do you do.
He totally ignored me he walked round me came back looked me up and down
then said to his father she is old and saggy, old and saggy I am not old or
saggy it is you your small and puny I thought.  Now Norman do not be
ungrateful beggars cannot be choosers, yes Father said Norman.  Now tell
her what you told me last night.  Still standing in front of me Norman
looks in his satchel and brings out a note book and proceeds to read out
orders that I must repeat and follow.[1] You will always address me as Sir,
my friends as Sir or Miss, friends?  [2] Do not speak unless spoken to or
you are given a command which you will answer in a clear voice and end with
a yes Sir [3] If you need something raise your hand and wait for me to
acknowledge you.  By now my head was spinning where did he, get all this
rubbish from I am a grown women and he wants me to call him sir and raise
my hand like a school kid that's when I let out a frustrated scream which
was cut short when Norman slapped my face.  I was stunned I had just been
slapped by a child, when the chairman told Norman to take me away.  I think
I was still in a state of shock as Norman took my hand and pulled me out of
the office past the secretary who gave me a withering look of distain which
only added to my growing shame.  In the lift down to the car park where I
was told we were going to my flat I managed to start to regain a modicum of
self-control and thought to myself come on Kate you are an adult you can
reason and engage him, so on the drive to my flat I am trying to tell
Norman that he does not want me as a slave he just sits in the back not
saying anything then I try to find out about him what he likes music films
hobbies nothing he just gives me a look of utter distain which once again
sends a chill through me.  As soon as we are inside my flat Norman tells me
to take off my clothes once again I try to reason with him but again he
gives me that evil stare so off comes my blouse skirt and ever so slowly
bra and knickers.  Standing there with my arms over my breasts and pussy
turning bright red with embarrassment Put your arms down Norman tells me
then he again walks round inspecting me he squeezes my bottom which makes
me jump he has a cold clammy hand, then he is in front of me he lifts and
squeezes a breast he then grabs my pubic hair now it is a nice triangular
bush not hairy but I am not really into shaving and waxing just keeping it
neat and tidy.  What's this Norman says, pubic hair, no cunt hair and I do
not like it lets get rid of it once again I tried to reason with him when
he grabs even more of my pubic hair and starts to pull really hard and
there I am begging him to stop when he tells me to go and get a towel a
bowl of hot water scissors and a razor, ten minutes later I am back he is
still standing in the hall, he tells me to lie on the towel and lift and
spread my legs.  So there I am legs spread hands round my knees as Norman
first trims my pubes then wets lathers and shaves me I thought I would die
of shame I felt like a baby, then Norman tells me to get on my knees bend
over and spread my ass cheeks as he tidy's me up back there.  He slaps me
on the bottom and says there all done and keep it like that, I am about to
get up when he says no stay on your hands and knees grabs me by the hair
and walks all over my flat looking In draws cupboards looking at photos of
my family on the walls and in frames and there's me naked as the day I was
born bottom in the air crawling around my own flat will my shame never end
and this is still day one.  Now my flat is your typical large open plan
kitchen diner living room all in one two bedrooms one ensuite and another
bathroom.  When we reach my bedroom he drags me onto my bed still on my
hands and knees, finger yourself bitch he says I give him a pleading look
but he just gives me that evil look and so reluctantly I start to finger
myself, now I am not at first sure what Norman is doing is he watching or
having a wank I do not know, when I hear him opening my wardrobes looking
at my clothes then he is in the draws looking at my underwear and personal
things this is a violation and still I am fingering myself for the
amusement of a teenager.  Norman goes into my bathroom and I carry on, now
do not think I am suddenly overcome with lust and rushing headlong into a
screaming orgasm nothing could be further from the truth in fact by pussy
is starting to get a bit saw.  Norman comes out of the bathroom and tells
me to stop and turn round, he is standing there naked I struggle to
suppress a laugh like I said he is small deathly pale all ribs and bones
and no he was not well endowed a puny little dick, he catches me trying not
to laugh and gives me that look how can a child scare me so much.  Rule [4]
he says you will be enthusiastic and attentive when I am fucking or playing
with you.  What is it with these rules I cannot remember the first three,
but I will learn.  Norman gets on the bed and tells me to kiss him here we
go I thought we lock lips, his are small it is awkward and impassionate
when suddenly my head is yanked back by my hair I let out a scream, not
like that you bitch open mouth tongues like in the films, what films I
thought so back in he pulls me and we are snogging my tongue goes into his
mouth I hear a moan then he his shoving his tongue into my mouth, he still
has one hand wrapped in my hair the other is mauling my breast it hurts and
will be bruised but I have to play along and let out the odd moan to try to
keep him happy.  Then he is yanking my head back again and slap's my face
and says you love that don't you bitch yes Norman I say then it is a case
of snog yank slap, snog yank slap all the while calling be a dirty filthy
bitch or slut, whore, cunt and I am agreeing with him, then he pulls my
head back tells me to open my mouth and spits into it, oh my god that's
disgusting I think I am going to be sick where did he learn to do that and
still he is telling me I love it what choice do I have yes Norman so more
face slapping and spitting in my mouth and face rubbing it in.  I feel
something wet on my thigh Norman has come on my leg in all his excitement.
Next he is kissing and biting my neck I am going to have love bites all
over my neck how am I going to cover them up, and down he goes mauling
sucking and biting my breasts he is not subtle and I keep letting out small
screams and yelps which I think turns him on.  And down he goes, spread
your legs, so I spread my legs and Norman is in like a rat up a drain pipe.
Once again he was not subtle pulling my pussy open looking in licking,
fingering, and biting and I am either screaming or complimenting him oh yes
Norman just like that and other rubbish.  He was abusing my poor pussy like
a deranged gynaecologist, and then he climbs up and starts to try and have
sex with me, but as you can guess Norman has never had sex and he is
jabbing away when he twists one of my nipples which brings another scream,
put it in bitch he says in a dead calm way, so there I am helping a kid to
fuck me by guiding his penis into me.  Then he is banging away and once
again he is telling me how much of a slut and bitch and loving it and I am
agreeing oh yes Norman fuck me harder oh I am coming and all that if it was
not for the fact I was being virtually raped by a child even I might of
laughed instead of being shamed beyond belief that I had let myself and
family down and was now a child's sex slave.  After about two minutes of
this parody of sex Norman is telling me take that you bitch as he shoots
his load into me, and collapses on top of me I am almost tempted to embrace
him in a post coital embrace when he rolls off climbs up the bed a bit
grabs my hair and tells me to suck him clean, where does this boy learn
these disgusting things I have never done that sort of thing, but down I am
forced and get my first close up look of his penis.  Now my pussy is clean
shaven Norman has a mass of black pubic hair a pale penis about three
inches flaccid and about five inches I would guess erect.  I got his entire
penis into my mouth in one go and sucked and licked two sets of bodily
fluids together they did not taste nice but I managed my task without
throwing up.  When I had finished Norman got up and went into my bathroom,
the cheek I thought so I went into the main bathroom to clean up.  Norman
was in the living area putting his phone down when I came in, again he gave
me a look of pure evil, he told me to give him the code to the building, my
home, work , mobile numbers and email address, then he left.  Later that
evening I had another shower to try and scrub myself clean.  Standing in my
bedroom looking at myself in the wardrobe mirror I am shocked as the abuse
I received starts to emerge.  My neck is turning blue and brown from the
bites I will have to use a concealer and wear a scarf to work tomorrow. 
Down I look I lift my poor breasts gently, they are bruised and covered in
bite marks and finally my new bald pussy is sore not from the sex but all
of Normans pulling and probing and biting, if I am going to survive this I
wonder if I can persuade or train Norman in how to treat and satisfy a
women.  Chapter 2 The next morning I am once again inspecting myself and
now my neck looks like I have a brown scarf on already and by breasts
turning black and blue.  I manage to conceal most of love bites?  With
makeup and a scarf, putting on a bra is painful then I am dressed and off
to work.  Norman is at school so hopefully I should be alright until this
evening.  At work all seems normal and I get on with my work, around
mid-morning my phone rings, hello, it's me bitch, oh hello Norman.  He
tells me to go to the bathroom and take off my scarf and to wash my neck,
how did he know what I had on.  I tried to reason with him that it would
not be appropriate in the work place.  In that voice of his he tells me you
are not learning but you will, which brings the usual shudder of fear.  In
the bathroom off comes the scarf and I wash my neck, it is a look even a
horny teenager would be embarrassed with let alone a business women.  As I
walk back into the open plan office it seems everyone is looking at me and
commenting there are gasps and laughs and again I turn bright red with
shame.  I was working away towards lunch when I was summoned to Mr Roberts
office he was in charge of my section.  Mr Roberts was about thirty married
but still had that work hard play hard money no problem banker type.  I was
seated, now Kate about your new look it is rather cheap and sluttish and
not the type of thing are clientele would appreciate, would you not agree,
what have you got to say for yourself.  I am red with embarrassment which I
suppose is not complimenting my neck.  I am stammering away trying to come
up with an excuse, you know how it is I have a new boyfriend and we got a
bit carried away.  What is he a rat he has gnawed your neck, which made me
smile if only he knew.  Mr Roberts phone rang which brought are
conversation to a temporary halt.  He is saying yes, yes, yes I understand
when he suddenly says they want to talk to you, me who could it be?  Oh
hello Norman, I have a sudden dread.  Tell Mr Roberts what a naughty girl
you have been and what is happening to you and ask him if a nice blow job
would go some way as an apology for your bad behaviour.  No I plead I
cannot do it please Norman I have to work with Mr Roberts it is to
embarrassing.  Do you want me to tell my father that you have changed your
mind and would prefer jail?  No sorry Norman.  I hand the phone back and Mr
Roberts continues to talk to Norman, then he puts the phone down but does
not hang up.  So I am apologising for being a thief and that I am now a sex
slave to a fourteen year old and he was the rat that had gnawed my neck and
all the while Mr Roberts is smirking and then I am saying would a nice blow
job go some way to atone for my behaviour and the tears are running down my
face and his smirk is getting bigger.  I think a nice blow job to start
with would be agreeable then maybe I will face fuck you.  I let out a gasp
thank you Mr Roberts I say, and then he tells me to get on my knees and put
my hands behind my back.  He stands in front of me and drops his trousers
and pants.  Kiss it I am ordered so I am kissing his penis all over and so
it grows next I am ordered to lick it all over, lick my balls suck my
balls. I have a hairy ball in my mouth it is not pleasant and even though
he has showered there is still a muskiness, now suck my dick and I want
plenty of tongue and saliva.  I am no virgin and have had a few boyfriends
and romantic interludes if you get my drift and I can suck a penis but I am
no porn star, so I am bobbing up and down and he is giving me the usual
encouragement oh yes you dirty bitch suck it and so on, when he grabs my
head in both his hands and starts to as he said face fuck me.  With my
hands behind me I cannot regulate how deep he can go, his penis was about
seven inches long not to wide but still it was hitting the back of my
throat and making me gag so I try to pull my head back and he tries to pull
me back which is hurting my head and neck never mind my throat and all the
while he is calling me names and telling me how much I am loving it.  This
battle goes on for I do not know when he is telling me he is coming and to
swallow it all, what choice did I have his penis is stuck down my throat
then he is shooting copious amounts of seaman down my throat and into my
mouth so I have to really taste it.  He pulls out and pulls his pants and
trousers back up and picks up the phone I am still on my knees crying with
shame I can hear him laughing then I can hear him clicking his fingers I
look up and he points to the door dismissing me like a naughty dog.  I
slink out like a naughty girl to get to the toilets I have to walk through
the office everyone is back from lunch and once again I feel all eyes on my
tear stained face does everyone know my shame I think.  The rest of the day
passed without any more instances I just felt that all eyes were on me and
everyone was talking about me.  On the way home I wondered if Norman would
be there or call.  The rest of the week I was a nervous wreck waiting for
what Norman had in store for me would he come round would I have to service
Mr Roberts again or someone else, every time the phone rang I jumped I
could not go out for fear he would call, but nothing I do not know if it
was psychological warfare or not but it was doing my head in.  Then on
Friday the inevitable happened Norman told me not to go out on the weekend
as he was coming round as I needed re-educating, which brought the
inevitable shiver what did he mean.  I was still in bed on Saturday when
the doorbell went, I dare not answer, and no I was like a condemned woman
on her way to the gallows.  Good morning Norman I said he ignores me and
walks past me into the main room.  I follow on he is wearing grey trousers
a striped shirt blazer and still has that satchel.  When I reach him he
looks me straight in the eye with those black eyes and tells me to strip
which takes two seconds as all I have on is striped pyjamas.  Once again I
am naked, new bald pussy in front of a boy half my age; again I am bright
red with embarrassment.  Norman tells me to turn around and put my hands
behind my back; I am reluctant but slowly comply.  I can hear him going
into his satchel and then he is handcuffing me, I start to panic what the
fuck are you doing they must be toy cuffs and break and so I pull my hands
apart but no I do not know where he got the cuffs from but they would not
give.  By the time I had stopped struggling I saw Norman had a belt wrapped
in his hand, it was like a striking cobra Norman snapped out the belt and I
thought my left breast had exploded as it struck almost on my nipple, I let
out a scream that could wake the dead and ended up curled on the floor. 
Norman continued to beat me and I begged and pleaded for him to stop
offering him anything.  What seemed to me to be ages but was probably less
than a minute Norman stopped and waited for my sobbing to subside, he
crouches down next to me and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.  Now
you have been a naughty stupid silly girl haven't you, I nod in agreement,
you have failed to follow any of the simple orders you were given.  I
apologise profusely and Norman tells me not to worry as he is here to help
me remember I feel like a naughty girl again.  Now what is order number] 1]
I plead that I cannot remember and not to hit me anymore, please tell me I
beg I will remember do not hit me.  If there is no pain how will you learn
Norman says, now I am not unreasonable and you will learn with
encouragement.  Again I feel like Norman is the adult and me the naughty
child will I ever gain the upper hand.  Norman told me I could have one
word for a whack but if I picked too few he would carry on hitting me and I
could not guess early I had to have all the words I chose.  Norman helped
me up and wanted to know my chosen number, my head was spinning 1, 2, 3,
how many, hurry up says Norman, five I blurt out, good choice now let's get
you more comfortable and Norman leads me to the sofa and puts me over the
arm so my body is on the sofa and my bottom raised up on the arm and my
legs hanging in the air.  Right said Norman are you ready to play whack a
word, what the hell I thought is this some kind of crazy kids television
show, but that thought was brought to an abrupt end with the first whack
right on my bottom, Norman waited until the scream and sobs subsided before
giving me my first word you.  You, what the fuck I thought is this
scrabble, again my thoughts were cut short by the second blow.  Word number
two will, I remembered after number four, but still had to have whack
number five.  Norman came up to me and stroked my hair and said there you
see a little encouragement and you can learn and between sobs all I can say
is thank you sir.  I went for five on order number two and desperately
tried to remember what it was.  All the while my bottom and top of my legs
were screaming in pain, but I am not stupid like Norman thinks and get
order number two.  Then things briefly went even more surreal when I was
saved by the bell, the doorbell to be precise, there I am lying naked on my
front bright red bottom in the air and handcuffed.  Norman does not bat an
eyelid he puts down his belt and goes and answers the door, I can just
about hear muffled voices, but cannot make out what is being said.  After a
few minutes Norman comes back in and apologises for the interruption and
says now where we were.  I am wracked to know who it was but dare not ask.
And so my education continued, my bottom and top of my thighs I presumed
where red and marked and still screamed in agony.  After a while I learnt
to call him sir, not to speak, to put my hand up, to be attentive and
enthusiastic and keep my pussy clean.  Norman stood me up and took off the
handcuffs and told me not to rub my bum, which was difficult I was crying
out to give it a good rub.  Now said Norman you may undress me fold my
clothes neatly and put them to one side, yes sir I say and proceed to
undress him, he had already removed his satchel and jacket to administer my
education, so off I take his shirt to reveal his skinny frame, next it is
his shoes and socks, then his trousers it is then I notice that he had cum
in his pants while beating me, I did not know whether to laugh or cry at
that.  When naked I am told to get down and suck me off, these teenagers
are insatiable.  So I put his penis in my mouth and start to suck I can
taste his cum it is not pleasant, having just cum my work is made harder,
no pun intended and so I am sucking away making appreciative noises when
Norman tells me that when he cums that I am to keep it in my mouth, I
manage to mumble a yes sir with a penis in my mouth .God bless these
youngsters they can't half produce some cum and so my mouth is full of
Normans warm sticky cum he tells me to show him his cum to gargle with it
then to keep it in my mouth until he tells me to swallow, I mumble a yes
sir trying not to gag or spill any.  Norman leaves me kneeling on the floor
while he swans off and uses my bathroom the bastard.  Now I do not know if
any of you have had a mouth full of cum for any length of time but it is
not pleasant and your mouth keeps producing saliva which adds to what is in
your mouth which in turn means you have to swallow spit and cum and hope
Norman does not want another look.  When he comes back he plonks himself
down on the sofa and tells me I can crawl to the kitchen and get him a
drink, but out of the goodness of his heart I can walk back.  I return with
his drink and he is watching telly I kneel back down and hand him his
drink, he tells me to keep my hand out palm up and proceeds to take a drink
and then rest it on my hand.  Now I have a mouth full of cum and spit and
my arm is aching trying to keep his glass from dropping and I can tell he
is toying with me to see if I will snap and he can administer more
punishment.  My arm is on fire and I am sweating I know I am going to drop
it even though Norman takes a sip every now and then.  My arm is shaking
and just as it is about to fall Norman grab the glass and gives me one of
his evil grins.  Open up and let's see what is in your mouth says Norman,
more spit then cum by now but he seems happy and tells me to swallow and
then show him my empty mouth, he pats me on the head like a puppy and says
good girl, thank you sir I reply.  Now he tells me I have two minutes to
crawl to the bathroom clean my teeth and crawl back, looking at his watch
he says now and off I go.  Laminate flooring might look cool and easy to
clean but it is hard on the knees when you are crawling.  How long is two
minutes when trying to work out time in your head?  Grab my toothbrush
clean furiously scrub my tongue quick gargle with mouthwash which I swallow
and do not spit out and back I crawl sweat pouring off me have I made it?
Just in time says Norman as he leans forward and puts a hand under my chin
and pulls me towards him, open wide and breath out, ah minty fresh and
again a pat on the head and a good girl.  Now I want to practice kissing,
yes sir I reply and get on the sofa next to Norman and over the next hour I
teach him how to kiss, lips together, lips open, tongues in a bit, full on
French kissing, a pull here a nibble there the whole works and I am hating
every second there is something wrong kissing is just too intimate I hate
Norman and above all else he is a child and I am a grown women.  When I
thought things could not get any worth as the kissing lesson were coming to
an end I felt the overriding need to go to the toilet, how long was he
going to stay could I hold it?  Unfortunately for me the answer was no.  I
raised my hand like a schoolgirl and waited for Norman to acknowledge me;
the bastard kept me waiting a few minutes then said yes, what is it you
want?  Please sir I need to go to the toilet?  Now then Norman pondered as
he laboured over his decision and my need grew greater, you seem to have
learnt your lesson and been a good girl alright you my go to the toilet. 
Thank you sir I say and get up to go to the toilet, no, you have to crawl I
am told and so down I go and start to crawl only to my horror Norman
follows me to the bathroom.  As I go to sit on the toilet Norman stops me
and tells me to squat over it as he wants to watch me pee.  I forget myself
and say no Norman please it is too embarrassing to go while you watch, and
he gives me that look and raises his hand that's when I remember myself and
apologise profusely and Norman tells me I will be.  So there I am hovering
about a foot off the seat trying to pee with an audience which puts the
pressure on and so I cannot go let alone the embarrassment of having
someone watch such an intimate act, and so I once again turn bright red and
sweat from the fear of Norman if I cannot go and so I cannot go.  Come on
hurry up or will a little whipping help you along, no sir sorry sir I am
trying, well make it quick or else, yes sir.  Come on Kate I say to myself
relax breathe easy and so I calm myself and first a dribble and then I am
peeing freely much to Normans amusement.  I wipe myself and then Norman
tells me to clean my cunt as he might want to eat or fuck it.  So not only
have I had to pee in front of Norman now he is watching me clean my pussy.
I am crawling back into my bedroom behind Norman who sits on the edge of
the bed pats his Knees and tells me to get up and bend over his knees as I
need to be punished for talking without permission and saying no.  As I am
being spanked on my already sore and bruised bum I have to keep apologising
for my bad behaviour and promise to be a good girl, once again that feeling
of me being the child and not Norman sweeps over me.  As before Norman gets
a hard on while spanking me but this time he throws me to the floor stands
up and tells me to come here, so I crawl to him and he grabs my head and
starts to fuck my mouth telling me what a dirty bitch I was and how I was
loving it and I am mumbling appreciative noises as he shoots another load
of cum down my throat.  Norman spends the next couple of hours playing and
mauling my tits and then my pussy and then has me get on top and ride his
dick as he tells me.  So I am bouncing up and down on his small dick trying
to keep it in while he is mauling my tits and telling me to ride his dick
oh yeah fuck me come on that's it you dirty bitch and I am smiling and
groaning and telling him how wonderful it is, what a farce.  He lasts
longer having cum several times today and I fake an orgasm to keep him
happy, then he is shooting his load into me.  Norman tells me to crawl and
put the shower on for him while he phones his father to send the car for
him.  Norman comes in and tells me I can wash him, so he gets in the shower
and I follow and proceed to wash Norman all the while I have stale cum
running down my legs.  When I have finished washing Norman I have to dry
him and as he walks into the main room I am once again crawling after him,
once there I have to redress him and crawl to the front door where Norman
tells me that with a lot of hard work my himself he should have me well
trained in no time and I am there nodding my head in agreement and saying
thank you sir to a boy half my age again he pats me on the head which is
really starting to annoy me and he is gone for now.  After Norman had gone
I spent the next hour or so having a warm bath trying to scrub myself clean
and ease my beaten bottom and legs, that and a few glasses of wine and I
was starting to relax curled up on my sofa in my warm pyjamas and dressing
gown.  About 8 o'clock the doorbell went, I was not expecting anyone and
was sure Norman was not coming back this evening.  So reluctantly I drag
myself to the door, it turned out to be my neighbour from across the
hallway, I did not know his name we smiled and said good day when we met
but that was all.  He looked to be in his fifty's , just under six feet
tall receding hair line and as seems to be the case now days overweight not
obese but still a large gut and not very attractive.  So I say hello and
how can I help you, hello my name is Brian and as you know I live across
the way, it is about the terrible racket that was coming from here this
afternoon, this is a respectful building and your type of shenanigans
cannot go on.  Not for the first time I am once again bright red with
embarrassment I cannot look him in the eye so head down I am apologising
and trying to come up with a plausible excuse that I had my nephew round
and he was watching a horror film and the volume was up to loud and that
was the screaming, hoping he would believe me.  Well that is not the
information that I was given, so not only are you a thief but also a liar,
I try to persuade him he is wrong when he hands me a folded piece of paper,
I open it and read it [this is the gentleman that called early today to
complain about your screaming I explained to him your situation and
apologised on your behalf being a reasonable man he excepted and because I
felt guilty on your behalf I offered him some compensation which he has
agreed to, you are to do whatever he wants for the next twelve hours , do
not embarrass or disappoint me or there will be more of the same from today
signed SIR] .  Slowly I look up and ask Brian if he has read the note, a
stupid question I know, he has the look of someone that has just won the
jackpot and I am most definitely the prize.  You better come in I say and
Brian squeezes past me and walks into my home and proceeds to plonk himself
down on my sofa.  Once again I try to reason with him telling him I am
sorry and he does not want to do this, when he interrupts me and apologises
and asks me my name which I tell him.  Look Kate I am in my fifty's,
balding fat and single how much action do you think I get especially from
someone as hot as you.  I did not have an answer but still continued to
plead for him not to have me, when he shouted enough either I start a nice
sexy striptease for him or he was off to call Norman and you know what that
will mean for you don't you.  I simply nodded and started to dance, I have
never done a striptease before and with no music and only three items of
clothing things where not going to be easy.  So I am sort of swaying and
shuffling from side to side as I undo the belt of my dressing gown and pull
it through swing it round my head and throw it in Brian's direction, then I
shrug off one shoulder then the other and slowly let it fall to the floor
where I kick it out of the way.  Next it is the three buttons on the
pyjamas top I do not reveal my breasts but turn round and slowly slip one
arm after the other out and let the top fall to the ground where it to is
kicked away, I slowly turn back to Brian cupping my breasts I fleetingly
let go of one breast then the other teasing Brian who has a big stupid grin
on his face and I am sure he is drooling.  When I let my arms down I am
sure Brian's eyes nearly popped out of his head, then he is telling me to
shake those titties, so I am swaying side to side even more trying to get
them to move for him.  Only one item left so once again I turn my back and
pulls the bottoms over my hips and with a shake they drop to my feet where
I step out of them and slowly turn around to reveal myself in all my glory
to another stranger.  Then Brian is giving me more instructions, dance more
sway more spread your legs more cup your tits play with your nipples , turn
around bend over spread your legs spread your ass checks oh yes baby
lovely. Then he tells me to move closer lean in and then he is playing with
my breasts I just cringe as another stranger abuses me.  Next he tells me
to stand up turn around bend over and spread my legs he plays with my ass
cheeks I jump when his fingers start to work up and down my pussy, then two
slip in and open me up Brian leans forward and buries his face in my pussy
and ass and starts to lap away, he is more proficient then Norman but being
abused by a stranger is still no turn on.  Eventually we end up in my
bedroom and Brian gets naked which is not a pretty sight big gut and all
and with most fat men I presume he did not smell that appealing either. 
How about a nice blow job says Brian I shrug what I can say no, so Brian is
reclined on my bed and I am trying to get at his penis, I have to push up
his belly with one hand to get at it, once I get it in my mouth it starts
to grow to a reasonable length and thickness not having had much sex
recently Brian is soon shooting large amounts of cum into me which I
dutifully swallow.  Like Norman Brian spent some time amusing himself with
my body we found out it was easier for me to sit on his face than him to
try and get down on me.  Unlike Norman he could not recover as quickly so I
only had to have sex with him twice during the night, again we found out
after he nearly crushed me to death in the missionary position it was
easier if he had me doggy style or I was on top, eventually I am lying
there in the dark as Brian is snoring away reflecting on my first week as a
sex slave, I had been beaten , abused , used given away like I was worth
nothing and all because I was greedy maybe I did deserve to me treated this
way?  I eventually fell asleep next to the snoring Brian.  I was rudely
shaken awake by Brian telling me it was seven thirty and he wanted as he
put it another fuck before his time was up which made me feel like a cheap
whore and with no time I had no time to get moist so I am on all fours and
Brian is banging away at my dry pussy I am not sure he even noticed or
cared as long as he got his rocks off.  As soon as 8 o'clock comes around I
am ushering Brian out of my home and he is trying to find out if I had
enjoyed myself as if?  Luckily the rest of Sunday or though I thought was
uneventful I tried to rest and relax as best as possible but I was always
on tender hooks in case Norman should call or visit.  Then around 8 o'clock
the inevitable happened just as I was thinking I was safe for the day, the
phone rang it was Norman he gave me instructions for his e-mail address and
soon via a web cam I was once again looking at him, thanks to Wi-Fi and a
bit of movement I found myself once again naked on my bed legs spread
fingering myself while recounting in great detail for Normans pleasure
exactly what happened between me and Brian, every now and then he would ask
questions and demand greater detail.  Eventually I reached the end of my
story, still playing with myself Norman tells me he wants to see me cum,
yes Sir I reply and go to it an arched back some heavy breathing a few
screams of oh yes I am Cumming and hopefully Norman is convinced with one
faked orgasm.  His parting indignity to me was to watch as I sucked my
fingers clean several times having to reinsert them for his pleasure. 
Barely a week as a sex slave and I am becoming a neurotic wreck I cannot
relax or rest I am always on edge wondering if the next call or ring on my
door is Norman, at work I feel as all eyes are on me and every conversation
is about me.  It was sometime in mid-week just before lunch that I was
summoned to the chairman's office, I was sure it was not going to be good
news?  I got out of the elevator to be faced by the chairman's secatery,
who again gave be a withering look of disgust which brought the inevitable
blush of embarrassment to my face, her voice could not mask her disgust as
she told me to knock and go right in.  I knocked, opened the door and
stopped dead in my tracks, sat behind the desk was not as you guessed the
chairman but Norman.  Shut the door, take off all your clothes and crawl
over here and be quick about it Norman says.  So in minutes I am naked
crawling like a naughty dog to my fourteen year old master.  I crawl round
the desk and reach Normans feet where he grabs my hair and pulls me up, I
scream in pain and grab his arm, shut up and let go you stupid bitch Norman
says looking me right in the eyes, I manage to stop screaming and follow
Normans hand up to take away the pain, He walks me round and pulls me over
his father's desk and tells me to stay like that.  So there I am naked
across the chairman's desk with my bottom in the air when my world was
filled with pain once more as Norman beat me with his belt, I am pleading
for him to stop, please sir stop I am sorry I will not do it again I am
sorry, I do not know what I did wrong but I have no choice but to apologise
in the hope he will stop.  And eventually with by bottom burning and tears
streaming down my face he stops and walks round to my face and again
strokes my hair and talks to me like I am a child and asks what he did
wrong that I keep lying to him, between sobs I say I have not lied that I
have done what he wanted that I am a good girl.  He shakes his head and
gives me a look of disappointment there you go again lying, and goes back
to beating me and once again I am begging for mercy apologising and asking
him to tell me what I lied about so I could make amends.  Norman is again
stroking my hair and asking me if Brian had come round and if I had shown
him a good time, yes Sir I did my best and am sure Brian had a good time,
oh he did but where in my note to you did it say you were to try and talk
Brian out of fucking you, nowhere sir that's right nowhere so when given
simple instructions why can you not follow them, I am sorry sir it won't
happen again I will be a good girl, oh I am sure if not I can keep
punishing you, no, no I will be good sir.  There you see you are learning
and again give me a patronising pat on the head.  Now for lie number two,
number two sir I say , yes I told you to finger yourself to orgasm and you
faked it, are you not meant to be enthusiastic and attentive why would you
fake it.  I was at a loss for a suitable answer did he know for sure I was
faking or a good guess either way I was in trouble and so I was apologising
profusely saying sorry I was I it was all my fault that I was having
trouble Cumming and I would not happen again.  Norman grabbed my hair and
yanked my head back and practically spat in my face that when he tells me
to cum I had better cum and cum fucking hard and if I did not buck my ideas
up this punishment would pale into insignificance to what he will do to me.
Yes sir I have learnt my lesson I will be good I sob and Norman pats my
head and tells me what a good girl I am and would I like a good fucking
now, and with a forced smile I manage between sobs to practically beg
Norman to give me a good fucking.  Norman drops his trousers and pants and
presents his dick for me to suck, barely a week and he has managed not to
blow his load while beating me, I suck him to erection and the he shuffles
round behind me grabs one of my ass cheeks which are still sore and
throbbing which causes me to yelp out in pain and then he thrusts into me
slaps my other ass cheek which brings another scream then grabbing both of
my cheeks proceeds to fuck me, he tells me to be more vocal and
enthusiastic, and so I am begging him to fuck me, oh yes harder and then I
am asking if I can rub my clit while he fucks me, go on then you dirty
bitch he says and so there I am on the chairman `s desk being fucked by his
son rubbing my clit and blow me down if I do not have a small orgasm as
Norman is shooting his load into me.  Put your hand over your cunt when I
pull out Norman says I do not want you leaking over my father's carpet.  So
he pulls out I put my hand over my cunt and he shuffles round for me to
suck him clean which I dutifully do.  Norman pulls himself together and
goes back and sits in his father's chair, he tells me to get dressed and go
back to work I am not to go to the toilet or clean myself up until I get
home, yes sir thank you sir I reply as I make my way back to the door
making sure I do not dribble on the chairman's floor.  I manage to put my
knickers on first then get dressed and leave trying to avoid the secatery
gaze, in the lift I run my hand through my hair lick my thumbs and try to
clean my tear stained face.  Back at work I feel all eyes on me as Normans
cum leaks into my knickers.  Now I cannot recount every instance that
happened between me and Norman and I do not want to bore you with a day by
day account of what might or might not have happened, and so just to ease
my conscious I will regale you with some of the more outlandish things that
Norman inflicted on me and to bring my story up to date.  Now as you know
Norman is at school so that meant during the school week he left me alone
in person, but almost every night I would be naked on my bed legs apart
fingering myself on the web cam for Norman's pleasure.  Which was most soul
destroying during these encounters was I had to recount my whole sexual
experience's to Norman from my first wet dream, first time I fingered
myself, first orgasm, lost my virginity, to who, where and when I have
slept with.  Also during Normans first visit here when he searched my flat,
he found a couple of vibrators and every now and then he would get me to
use them as well, and each session had to end with me Cumming and I had
learnt my lesson about faking it .Again I was quite lucky in that most
weekends Norman and his family went to their country estate, on the
weekends that they did not Norman was round my place, where I would spend
the entire time naked, if Norman was not fucking me or playing with my body
I would sit at his feet while he watched inane programs on the telly. 
Other times we would watch porn on the net and this is how I discovered all
those disgusting things that Norman did to me like spitting in my face and
mouth.  Like I said I was no virgin when I found myself in this
predicament, but the things Norman made me watch turned my stomach, the
women were abused in every way from being gangbanged, tied up, slapped,
whipped, fucked in every hole and pissed on.  The abuse was ceaseless and
Norman made me sit through it all as he played with my tits or pussy.  Have
you ever been fucked in your arse hole, no sir I replied it is not natural
please do not fuck my arse hole I begged anything but that.  Norman gave me
one of his evil stares and I shut up, so there I am on all fours arse up in
the air I think Norman sucks his middle finger and proceeds to shove it up
my arse in one brutal movement and pushes it in and out several times as I
wince in pain, he then pulls his finger out and shoves it under my nose and
says what does that smell of, shit sir I reply, then he puts his finger in
my mouth and tells me to suck it clean, luckily I do not throw up, but
Norman asks me what it tastes of , shit sir I replied, he then yanks my
head back by my hair and slaps my face viciously and screams at me why my
arse is full of shit what if he wanted to fuck my arse did I not care
enough if his dick got covered in shit and all the time he is still hitting
me and I am trying to apologise and beg forgiveness and to please let me
clean my arse so he could fuck it.  So once again I am crawling on all
fours to my bathroom crying uncontrollably I climb into the bath and turn
on the shower and aim the water at my arse, liquid soap and a couple of
fingers and I am frantically trying to clean my arse as Norman just stands
smirking at me.  After I dry myself Norman makes me beg him to fuck me up
the arse as he puts it, I suck him to erection and he goes around me and
forces his dick into my arse he grabs my hair in one hand and my shoulder
in his other and saws in and out while telling me what a dirty bitch I am
and how I am loving it and all I can do is agree and ask him to fuck me
harder.  Once he cums in my arse I dutifully suck him clean luckily his
dick does not taste as shitty as his finger.  Thinking my ordeal is over
Norman makes squat down and shit out his cum into my hand and eat it I told
you he was an evil bastard.  Just as bad as the physical and sexual abuse
was what I would call the public humiliation, on occasion we would go out
on the weekends, like I have said I am slightly taller than Norman and
twice as old, but Norman would make us walk down the street with are arms
around each other or he would have his hand on my arse, I could tell
everyone was looking at me in disgust.  Norman also gave me instructions
that when he pinched my arse we were to stop and I had to kiss him
passionately, which just brought on even more embarrassment as everyone
around us stared.  I am an intelligent woman, but it felt like I was losing
my mind hanging out with Norman watching stupid TV programs, going to
amusement arcades, watching films that I would never go and see.  Norman
also had no shame in the cinema he would have my tits out as he played with
them or his hand and fingers in my pussy or he would make me suck him off,
how I was not arrested for public indecency I do not know.  Now you are
asking yourselves if things are that bad why I did not come clean and take
my chances with the courts and family, and I did once.  Norman told me one
weekend that the following weekend that we were having a party, sorry sir
did you say we were having a party, yes there should be about a dozen of us
so make sure you have plenty of food and drink in I do not want you
embarrassing me in front of my friends.  That's when I said no that's it I
have had enough you can call your father and tell him he can have me
arrested for theft, theft says Norman oh no not theft rape.  What do you
mean rape I have not raped anyone I said.  I am only fourteen says Norman
that's rape, you are joking I said, no I have witnesses and evidence, who
and what, there is my father, fathers secatery, Brian next door, video of
you abusing yourself begging me to fuck you, do you want to go on.  I hang
my head and mumble no sir and for my insubordination Norman has me over the
armrest of the sofa beating my arse as I beg forgiveness.  The following
weekend having laid in plenty of food and drink at my own expense I am
actually for once dressed in my own home, Norman has me dressed to the
nines in my best lingerie, stockings and suspenders, little black dress and
high heeled shoes, which by the way played havoc with my laminate floor. 
As Normans guests arrived I had to greet them by calling them sir or madam
and thanking them for coming, which was demoralising as they were all so
young.  Once everyone had arrived counting Norman there was twelve kids
here, ten boys and two girls, now not wanting to offend anyone not one of
them is what you would call a looker in fact they looked like rejects from
a glee club.  Someone put on some music not what I would have chosen some
sort of grunge music that sounded awful not that anyone was dancing, they
sat around in small groups looking at me as I walked around making sure
everyone had enough to eat and drink, a couple of them started smoking
which I do not allow in my flat but what could I say, in fact they were
abusing my flat spilling drinks and food dropping ash on the floor and
furnishings, putting their feet on the furniture and all the time I have to
smile politely and ask if everything is alright.  I cannot remember how
much time had elapsed when Norman beckoned me over and told me he wanted me
to do a striptease for his friends then get on the floor and finger myself
to orgasm, when I had Cum I was to crawl to my room and do whatever was
asked of me and not to refuse and embarrass him in front of his friends.  I
tried to plead with Norman begged him not to make me do this told him I
would be good and make all his dreams come true if he would not make me do
this, he just gave me that evil leer of his and I knew I was defeated.  So
with a change of music and with tears streaming down my face I once again
find myself stripping in front of strangers in my own flat.  So as I am
stripping it goes from just the music to jeers and insults of get them off,
and look at the old slag which adds to my shame.  Once I am naked there is
a brief silence as I do not think any of them had actually seen a real life
naked woman apart from the two girls of cause.  There is a collective sigh
as I part my legs and start to finger myself then the bravado kicks in and
the jeering and insults start again.  I do not know what is happening to me
but I must becoming desensitised to all the abuse to my shame I found it
quite erotic to be abusing myself in front of these kids and so I came,
sucked my fingers clean and crawled off to my room with jeers ringing in my
ears.  As you can guess they came to my room one by one all wanting a blow
job and so dutifully I get on my knees and suck their soggy dicks which had
all leaked during my little show.  One of the boys came in with one of the
girls she spoke and said that she had given him permission to get a blow
job as she did not do that sort of thing and was here to make sure I did it
right and did not hurt him.  Yes miss I replied thinking what does she know
bitch, so I am sucking away and I do not know why I did it but I gently
scraped my teeth against the head of his knob to give him a bit more of a
sensation when the little whimp lets out a yelp and the next thing I know
my head is yanked back by my hair and his girlfriend is slapping my head
and calling me a stupid cunt for hurting her boyfriend and I am franticly
saying sorry Miss it was an accident when Norman comes in to find out what
is going on and the girl is telling Norman that I had hurt her boyfriend, I
try to tell my side of the story but Norman tells me to shut up finish the
job and he will deal with me later.  So I go back to sucking him and the
rest of them off, except Norman so I have had nine loads off teenage spunk
to swallow and am feeling quite sick when the last girl comes in and shuts
the door.  She is not good looking bless her slightly overweight pale
dressed in black a Goth I think they call themselves; she has long black
boots and tights on.  Yes Miss what I can do for you I say, in a quiet
voice she says she wants me to eat her out, I try to dissuade her telling I
have never done that sort of thing and she was too young to want this, she
said Norman had told I was a dirty old bitch who would do anything and
anyone, should I go and get Norman and tell him you called him a liar.  I
will be damned if she did not have the same sort of evil grin as Norman
what are these kids like.  So I say no Miss sorry please do not tell Norman
fearing what else he would do to me.  So she sits on the edge of my bed and
makes me take her boots off, her feet stink from being in those boots then
she stood up and I pulled her tights and knickers down.  She lifted her
skirt and sat back on the bed and put her feet on the bad knees apart, and
I am kneeling on the floor with a clear view of her pussy which was hairy,
yes I know prior to Norman shaving my pussy bald and making me keep it that
way mine was hairy but not as bad as this girl.  Get on with it she says so
I tentatively work my face towards her pussy, damn if her feet did not
stink and she had a hairy pussy this girl had a lot to learn about female
hygiene, her pussy had a nasty odour of fish and I had to stop myself from
retching and I had not tasted it yet, then before I knew it she grabbed my
head and pushed my face into her pussy and said get busy bitch.  I stuck
out my tongue and tasted my first female pussy unfortunately it tasted as
bad as it smelt and I was fighting to stop myself from being sick, she
still held me in place so I could not get away so I tried to end it as soon
as possible, I was sucking on her flaps and managed to get a couple of
fingers in her pussy and with her still holding my head and humping my face
eventually she came, unfortunately her pussy juices tasted horrible they
were on my tongue on my lips even up my nose, I was retching but luckily
did not throw up, then she pushed me away put her knickers and tights on
picked up her boots and started to walk out at the door she turned and said
I had five minutes to get cleaned up.  So I went into my bathroom were I
immediately threw up in the toilet, I washed my face and brushed my teeth
and got back as the first boy arrived.  Yes sir what can I do for you, I
want to fuck, with a sigh yes sir anything sir, and so I get him hard help
him put it in my pussy and make appreciative noises as he fucks me, he cums
I suck him clean he dresses and leaves and the next one comes in and the
whole process starts again.  They were all virgins nothing to exceptional
in the dick department, but I am no porn star and having sucked them all
off and now fucking them all I was getting sore and tired.  Again Norman
did not join in and neither did the boy with the girlfriend so I ended up
being fucked by eight boys half my age.  As the last one left he told me to
get cleaned up so I tried to pass eight loads of cum cleaned my sore pussy
and went back into my room.  One of the boys came in.  yes sir what can I
do for you, I want to fuck you in the arse, bloody teenage boys they are
insatiable.  I manage to persuade him to let me use some lubricant and I
get him hard and I am on my bed hands and knees and a boy fucking me in the
arse, and having cum twice already it seemed to take forever.  When he was
done I had to suck him clean I still cannot get my head around that filthy
act, Norman must have spoken to the boy because the little bastard made me
shit out his cum into my hand and lick it up.  I must be lucky as only five
of them came back to fuck my arse, but all made me suck them clean and eat
cum out of my arse.  I was in the bathroom sat on the toilet crying feeling
sorry for myself when Norman and everyone else came into my bedroom and
toilet gathering around.  Norman spoke now for your punishment for being
reluctant to be nice to my friends and hurting Dave here, no sir please I
was good to your friends and I was trying to make it special for Dave sir.
Shut up bitch Norman said and raised his hand as to hit me which had me
cowering and begging him not to hurt me and all of his friends are laughing
and cheering him on.  No Norman said it was Dave she hurt he should pick
the punishment, what do you think Dave, I would not piss on the dirty old
slag said Dave, are you sure said Norman with an evil glint in his eye and
Dave replies well she will probably love that but what the hell why not. 
Norman grabs me by the hair and lifts me off the toilet and drags me to the
bath and I am pleading and begging for him to let me go and everyone else
is laughing and jeering.  Norman pushes me into the bath and puts the plug
in then with their laughter ringing in my ears, in groups of two or three
they start to piss on me all of my hair, face, tits, it becomes a
competition to see if they can get it in my mouth by hitting my nose.  I am
crying and begging them to stop while trying not to taste their piss and
all the while they are laughing at me in the end I am lying in warm piss
soaked through stinking to high heaven.  Norman orders me out and tells me
to crawl to the front door, and so I crawl dripping piss over my lovely
flat.  At the door I have to thank everyone for coming and hope to see you
soon.  As I crawl behind Norman I can see my lovely flat soiled by these
nasty kids, when we get to my bedroom Norman says he is going to sleep and
I can sleep on the floor, I raise my hand, what says Norman, please sir can
I shower and go to the toilet, no Norman says you can stay like that to
learn a lesson.  With that he climbs into my bed and switches off the
light. I curl up on the floor shivering, crying and slowly I wet myself and
fall asleep in my own filth.  Norman left me alone for a couple of weeks
after the party, I had hoped it was because he thought he had gone too far,
but alas he was to be true to himself an evil bastard.  He phoned and said
he would be round on Saturday, and so he arrives I am naked and crawling
after him as he sits on the sofa and I am kneeling by his feet.  He is
stroking my hair and telling me that he had always wanted a pet dog but his
father would not let him as he did not think Norman would look after it
properly.  And so he had decided to let me become his pet dog or bitch as
is the case smirking and what did I think of that, I had to fight the urge
to tell him to go fuck himself and smile sweetly and say thank you sir I
would love to be your dog.  Excellent says Norman I knew you would agree
and look I have brought you a present, and out of his satchel he brings a
dog collar with a name tag which he hands to me and tells me to read it and
put it on.  The name reads Fucky, I put it on and Norman says what do you
say and I say thank you sir, at which point Norman gets a magazine from the
coffee table rolls it up and smacks me round the head and says bad Fucky
dogs do not speak they bark, woof, growl, whimper and pant let's hear you
and so I go through the repertoire either getting a whack from the magazine
if I did not please Norman or my head stroked and praised if I pleased him,
I had gone from a successful business women to a naughty child to a bad dog
I had surely hit rock bottom.  After learning to communicate like a dog I
had to learn how to act like one and so I learnt how to walk to heel, stay,
sit, lay down, sit up, beg , fetch, carry, roll over all too either good
girl Fucky and a stroke or bad Fucky and a whack from the magazine.  Norman
told me I was too wear my collar at all times the only time I could conceal
it was when I arrived at work then I could wear a scarf around my neck at
all other times it should be uncovered.  After dog training it was back to
are usual routine of fucking, sucking and general abuse of my body the only
difference being was I had to show my appreciation as a dog.  Does Fucky
want to suck my dick Norman would go and I would start panting and have my
tongue sticking out, there you go good girl and I would be sucking away,
but instead of Cumming in my mouth as usual he pulled out and came on the
floor and watched as I lapped it up like a good doggy.  Over the coming
weeks Norman brought more things to humiliate me, it started with a couple
of squeaky toy bones and balls that he would throw and I would have to
fetch and show my sheer joy at this great game, like I have already said
laminate flooring made this real painful.  Next it was a couple of bowls
one for water and one for food, which he took great joy in watching me eat
and drink from.  The final indignity was the tail; Norman produced from his
magical satchel a butt plug with a tail attached.  You might want to get
that wet before you insert it he said handing me the plug.  It was black
and about five inches long and three inches round and so I lick and suck
the plug to get it slick and then proceed to insert it.  I get a good girl
from Norman as I crawl around shaking my new tail, Norman fucks me from
behind while pushing down on my tail and rubbing my clit which gives me
probably the best orgasm I have had since this nightmare began.  Slowly I
managed to juggle my life as a business woman and slave/dog to Norman when
things took an even weirder turn.  It was coming up to a long bank holiday
weekend and Norman told me to pack a toothbrush as I would be staying at
their country house.  And so on Thursday evening I, Norman and his father
are in their chauffer driven car on route to their country house.  It
turned out that when he said country house he should have said stately home
it was a massive house set in hundreds of acres of land.  When we arrive we
go straight to Norman's room, now this is no small bedroom, it has a super
king size bed a settee and a couple of armchairs, there is an ensuite
bathroom and separate dressing room.  I am soon naked except for my collar
and on all fours acting the dutiful dog.  When the room door opens and in
comes a smaller version of Norman, I scurry to the side of the bed trying
to hide my nakedness from the young boy.  What do you want Georgie says
Norman, to say hi and see who's with you.  This is my dog.  No it is not it
is a girl, a naughty girl who stole from daddy and now she is my dog are
you not Fucky and I reluctantly let out an acknowledging bark.  Norman
glares at me and tells me to heel Fucky, and so I crawl out and come to
Norman's side were the sit command comes, and so there I am sat on my
calves knees apart arms behind my back tits and bald pussy on display in
front of a ten year old, and so as you can guess I am weeping quietly. 
Norman is stroking my hair and Georgie is asking if I bite, Norman grips my
hair tighter and pulls my head back slightly no Fucky is a good dog aren't
you and again I am barking my agreement.  Georgie asks if he can stroke me,
and Norman agrees and so Georgie is stroking my hair and then he is lifting
and pulling on my breasts and giggling away as he finds it so amusing, and
I am still crying and then he got bored and left.  If you thought things
could not get any weirder you are sadly mistaken, later that evening I
found myself, naked apart from my collar on the floor of the dining room as
Norman and his family are having dinner, they act as if I am not there even
the servant's do not bat an eyelid to my predicament, one even serves me
food and water into bowls on the floor in front of me.  The following day
Norman had to go somewhere with his father and I was left at home, when one
of the servants comes and takes me to Normans mother, who turns out to be
as weird as the rest of the family.  Normans mother is a large lady grey
haired twin set and pearls who after questioning me about my life and what
Norman does with me and berating me for stealing from the bank, proceeds to
stand up and hoist her skirt up to her waist to reveal no knickers and a
grey bush.  She sits on the edge of the sofa and I am commanded to crawl
over and service her pussy and so I am licking and sucking and fingering
her grey old pussy and she is telling me to be more vigorous and that I
will not break her, and so I continue until she shoves my face right into
her pussy and grinds up and down on me as she cums all over my face. 
Hoping that was the end of this particular ordeal I was once again
disappointed I was directed over to a dresser where in the top draw I
pulled out a ten inch black strap on dildo which I was instructed to put on
while Normans mother gets naked, so there I am fucking Normans mother on
the sofa, she has her legs round me telling me to fuck her harder that she
will not break, so again I try harder and she is groping my breasts and
pulling my head down to kiss me which I find the most upsetting and
revolting ,the sweat is pouring off me as I continue to slam away into
Normans mother , she almost rips my breasts off as she orgasms, tells me
what a good girl I have been and to lick and suck the dildo clean before I
put it back and get out of there.  When Norman got back and saw my bruised
breasts and asked for an explanation and I told him what had happened I
ended up with another beating even though I had no choice.  Things went on
as normal, as normal as can be in the situation I was in, Norman would come
round and I would play the dutiful dog or he would just abuse and fuck me
depending on what mood he was in, I think the novelty was begging to wear
off.  Later in the year I had the pleasure of paying my own flight to
Barbados where Norman's family had a villa, it turns out I was the unpaid
nanny.  I had to look after Norman and George and keep them occupied, which
consisted most of the time hanging out by the pool, Norman had me dressed
in the smallest bikini and dog collar still on, I would fetch them cold
drinks from the kitchen even though they had servants, I had to make sure
they had sun screen on, Norman would not let me wear any and was constantly
making up things for me to do so I could not sit in the shade.  Even here
he would throw things and make me crawl around yapping and barking fetching
them, which only encouraged George to treat me the same way.  Since
becoming Normans slave he has grown in confidence and bravado and did not
mind who saw what he did to me.  If he felt horny he would call me over to
his sun lounger to suck him off or get him hard and pull my bikini bottom
to one side climb up and fuck him, George would come over and practically
stick his face in to look at his brothers cock going in and out, when
finished I would suck Norman clean but I had to spend the rest of the time
with his cum leaking into my bikini bottoms or down my legs.  I think
Norman actually preferred an audience as it seem the abuse grew in
intensity if there where people about especially the servants who looked at
me like I was a cheap dirty whore.  We got back and the same pattern
continued, coming up to Christmas I was hoping to get to spend some time at
my parents, Norman was at the country house, when he called me I pleaded
with him about going to my parents for Christmas and surprisingly he said
fine all I had to do was come down for one night.  And so down I went,
Norman told me what was going to happen and so that evening I am dressed up
as Mrs Santa little red fur lined dress black stockings and suspenders no
knickers six inch black stiletto's big ruby red lips full make up hair
pulled back and Santa's hat.  Norman had invited twelve of his nerdy
friends; once again there was no real good looker amongst them.  Norman set
me up in his bedroom he had placed a chair in front of his bed also a video
camera on a tripod.  One at a time his friends would come in and sit on my
knee and I would put my arm around them and ask if they had been good
little boys and they would say yes and I would have to say I knew they had
been good and what would they like from Santa and as you can guess it was I
want a blow job I want to fuck you I want to fuck your ass.  So I would
perform clean myself up reapply my lipstick and go through the whole thing
with the next one, hence the video camera sending live pictures to the rest
of the group again I think they were all virgins and so not to be
embarrassed and perform in front of a live audience Norman set up the
video. So once I had done all twelve they came back for seconds and thirds.
Like I have told you before I am no porn star and trying to service a dozen
teenagers was taking its toll.  With so much fucking going on I lost track
of time and numbers alone and aching Norman came in and told me to strip
and get a quick shower and clean myself up.  The warm water revived my
aching body and I cleaned out my abused holes and brushed my teeth.  All
dried but still naked I went back into the bedroom to be greeted by Norman
and twelve naked teenagers my heart sank I felt I could not take anymore.
Norman said just to finish off a little gangbang, I started crying and
pleading that I could not take anymore but Norman just smirked and said I
could take lots more, in the space of a few hours these lads had gone from
shy virgins to being able to get hard and fuck in front of each other. 
Norman turned and said she is all yours boys, I screamed as they descended
on me, I was lifted up and felt as I was pulled in all directions then the
insults and abuse started my hair was pulled faced slapped tits pinched and
slapped pussy and arse invaded first by fingers then my cocks, Norman had
made me watch gangbangs on the net and this was the same the lads must have
watched the same they took turns in fucking me no one came to early I had
cocks in my mouth in my hands I had my first double penetration and I do
not care how small a cock is having two at a time is painful I think in the
end I just shut down and went into auto pilot whichever way I was pulled or
put I went a cock went near my mouth or hand I would suck and wank, in the
end I was bruised abused lump covered in cum .When everyone had left Norman
dragged me to the shower and left me in there with the water running to
revive me, when I managed to rouse myself Norman said I could go up to now
I still do not know how I got through Christmas at my parents' house
without them becoming concerned.  And that brings us nearly to the end of
my sorry tale, things carried on pretty much as explained before Norman
treated me either as a dog or fuck slave every now and then we would go
down to the country where his mother would abuse me, on holiday George was
getting bolder and would play with my tits and play with my pussy luckily
he could not get an erection just yet.  Norman occasionally invited friends
round to party with me and every Christmas I would dress up as Santa. 
After three tears I went to see Normans father and told him I thought I had
served enough time as a slave and should be released from servitude.  He
agreed that I had done a good job and that is why he could not release me
he said I had brought Norman right out of himself and made a man of him he
wanted me to carry on the good work with George {who looked like turning
out to be more of a bastard than Norman} So here I sit on this bridge
contemplating two more years of servitude or suicide?

   The End