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   Thanks to Ted E Bear whose ideas and editing are incorcorated into this
story.

   Cindy wasn't considered beautiful by the girls in her senior class in
high school.  She was 18 years old and had full curves, full thighs, full
voluptuous breasts.  Svelte she wasn't, and svelte was in - for the girls.
Boys, however, saw in her the raw material for their endless fantasies.  I
couldn't get

   her out of my mind, and just had to have her.  I had just bought a house
and discovered an old forgotten underground bomb shelter beneath its
basement from the 50's.  It was perfect for my plan.

   Chloroform, a lonely road at night and an engineered flat tire, and she

   was mine.  I held her in a small cage constructed of steel.  The floor
was connected to electrical wires, and simple equipment, allowed me to
control the electrical current.  The bars were only vertical, and were left
unconnected to the electric wires.  In the cage, there was only a simple
metallic chemical toilet.

   She wore a skirt and a white button down blouse.  As she woke up, I
observed her through a concealed camera.  As she became less groggy, she
tried to

   control her panic, used the toilet and explored the small cage which she
was locked into.

   I switched on a bright spot light, aimed at her, to keep her panicked
and confused.

   I walked up to the cage and said, "Your name is slave girl, and I am
your master."

   She blinked and tried to control her fear.  "Open this thing and let me
out, NOW!" she demanded.

   I switched on the low current, and watched as she jumped and screamed in
pain, as she madly looked for a way out of her situation.  She desperately
lunged for the bars, and realized they weren't electrified.  She pulled
herself up on the verticle bars, and pressed her feet together against the
bars to help her to support her weight.  But there was no horizontal bars,
and the effort was exhausting.

   Her breasts heaved, as her blouse became soaked in her sweat, and clung

   to her fully curved, well filled out, and now well defined form.  I
calmly stood and observed her, as she inevitably weakened and slipped down
the bars, closer and closer to the electrified floor.  When her foot
touched the floor, she screamed in shock, and jumped back up to cling with
all her diminishing strength

   to the bars, now slippery with her sweat.

   After a short time, she was slipping down the bars again, and pleaded
with me, desperately begging me to turn off the electricity.  After several
more seconds, I turned off the switch.  She fell to the floor, and unable
to support her weight at first.

   "Stand slave girl and face your Master!" I demanded.

   She got up, still shaking uncontrollably and sweating profusely.

   "What is your name?" I asked her.

   "Why are you doing this to AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she started to say, before
being shocked.  The current hit her, and she jumped back up on the bars,
clinging again with both her hands and feet pressed desperately together,
with all her strength.

   "Your name?" I repeated.

   "Ci Ci Ci Cindy!!" she cried breathlessly.

   "Wrong answer" I replied calmly.  I set the timer to random.  It would
then switch the electric current on and off, without warning.  "Master will
be back in a few hours to check on slave girl."

   "NO!  Don't leave me here, you bastard!  Come back!!!" she pleaded.

   I observed the scene on my computer screen, as my prisonor periodically

   leapt up from the current flowing though the metal floor, and clung to
the bars.  Inevitably she would tire, and slip down to the floor, and then
would scream and plead, even though nobody was there, to turn off the
electric current.  When the current was off, she would lay on the floor,
curled up in a fetal position, or try to find a lose bar, or another way to
escape from the cage.  She quickly realized that her situation was
hopeless. She was exhausted and totally distraught, shaking, and crying.

   I returned and switched off the current.  She collapsed to the floor.  I
let her rest for a few minutes before saying, "Stand and face me."

   She pulled herself up with great effort, by holding onto the bars, and
looked at me.

   "What's your name?" I asked.

   "S..s....slavegirl, I am slavegirl." she replied.

   "And my name?"

   "You are Master."

   "Very good slavegirl.  Your function is to follow my commands and to
please me.  Or you will be punished." I informed her.

   "No!  Please, no more." she cried.

   "Obeying me is the only way to save yourself from punishments.  Unbutton

   your blouse." I advised her.

   "No, plea...  AHHHHHHJHHH YYYes I will obey!!  Please master, turn it
off!!!" she begged.  Back on the metal floor, she unbuttoned her blouse.

   "Take it off." I said.

   She took it off, revealing a white bra, covering her very full and
generous tits.  A deep cleavage and still a lot more flesh spilling out
from above and between her full knockers.

   "Take off the skirt." I demanded, when her blouse laid on the floor.

   Her hands shook, as she undid the buttons and fasteners, then slid the
skirt down her full ass and generously rounded thighs to the floor.  Her
panties were skimpy, and embarrassed her greatly, as her unshaved triangle
was partly visible.  The muscles in her thighs and calves still twitched
and shook from the exertion of pressing herself up against the bars of her
cage.

   I held out my hand and she handed me her clothing through the bars. 
"Face left, slavegirl...now right." I demanded.

   Her full body profile was breathtaking.  With each breath, her tits rose

   and fell.  Her fullness and voluptuousness were everything I had
fantasized about.  I could hardly believe that my fantasy was now reality,
and that this helpless girl was in a hopeless situation, totally under my
control.  I wanted to proceed slowly, to savor every moment.

   "Slide the shoulder straps off your shoulders." I commanded, and she did
so with shaking hands.

   "What do you think comes next, slavegirl?" I asked.

   "Please." she begged, knowing that I wanted her to expose her tits.  She

   saw me reaching for the switch, and pleaded, "No Master, please!!  Next
you will command me to remove my bra."

   "Then do it." I replied.

   She removed it, and pitifully covered what she could with her trembling

   hands.

   "Clasp your hands behind your back!" I ordered.

   She followed my command, and I gasped, as she revealed the fullest and
most well formed mounds of breasts that I had ever seen.  Her nipples were
partially erect from the cool air, and her areolae were large and pinkish.
Despite her fullness, there was amazingly no sagging to her huge tits, and
her nipples pointed almost straight ahead.

   She had tears in her eyes, and was blushing with anger, shame and
humiliation.  She wanted this to end, but was in a hopeless situation.  She
could think of no way out, and was desperate.  Also, she was hungry and
thirsty, as well as exhausted.

   "Turn left...  right...back to me..bend over..feet apart..further
apart.. face front...  bend over." I said, forcing her to show me her
entire, nearly naked body.

   Her humiliation was complete.  Nothing could have prepared her for a
strange man controlling her and exploiting her, dominating her in this way.

   "I know what you are thinking slavegirl.  Keep this in mind.  You aren't
yet totally naked.  I haven't yet touched you.  Your training is only just
beginning.  Now, take off your panties for your master, worthless slave." I
said.

   She shuddered from both the cold and her fear, and silently wept, as she
slid her panties down to the floor, and handing them to me, the man who had
full control over her.  She stood before me, her master, totally naked, but
knew not to try and cover or hide her nakedness from me.

   "I know that you are tired slavegirl, but first we have to do some
exercises.  You could lose a kilo or two.  You'll do some jumping jacks. 
Start now!"

   I said.

   She jumped and spread her feet, while raising her arms high above her
head, and then jumped back down, with her feet together, and her arms by
her sides.  Her tits jiggled, flapped and danced uncontrollably on her
chest, very uncomfortably, as she jumped up and down.

   "Higher!  Faster!  Or the current gets switched back on!!!" I shouted.

   Her speed increased, she began to sweat, and her tits rocked, roiled,
and swung crazily.  When she seemed near collapse, I ordered her to stop.
She was gasping for breath, as her tits rose and fell with each breath. 
The sweat flowed down and between her heaving boobs, and dripped off of her
nipples.  Her legs were shaking, barely supporting her.

   She started to collapse, and sit on the floor when I shouted, "Stand! 
Hands over your head!"

   She stood back up, assuming the position that I commanded her to get
into.  She was heaving; exposed, sweating, exhausted, beaten, and trying to
control her ragged breathing.

   "This is just the first day of your training and taming, slavegirl.  You

   will obey every order that I give you, and you will satisfy all of my
wishes, you will turn my fantasies into reality.  Now beg your Master to
sponge you off, and clean you very carefully, especially in the most
sensitive parts of

   your body."



   DAY TWO

   I gave her a small portion of food, and a limited amount of water.  I
wanted her hungry, thirsty and totally dependent on on me.  She slept on a
thin mattress that I supplied to her for a few hours, while I worked out
the continuing plan.  To break this girl was going well, and less of a
challenge than I had thought it would be.  Day two involved something much
more difficult.  I wanted to see if I could bring her to the point where
she would be extremely sexually excited, and would beg me to satisfy her
needs.  I read about these situations all of the time, but it always seemed
fake, and much too easy.  The girl

   in the story or movie turns into an instant slut, and is begging for it
in no time at all.  I knew it wouldn't be so easy.  I doubted if it was
even possible at all.  Day two would be interesting.

   "UP!" I shouted, and beat the bars of her cage with a stick, to startle

   her into waking.  It all came back to her instantly, and she curled up
in fear.

   "One minute for the toilet, and then stand with your hands over your
head."

   I watched intently, staring right at her crotch as she urinated, to
continue her humiliation.  She stood in the center of her cage, her hands
over her head, her tits thrust out and lovely.

   "Now, run in place!  Begin ...  now!" I said, looking at the second hand
of my watch.

   She began running, and her very generous tits began jiggling and
bouncing wildly.

   "Knees higher!  Run faster!" I demanded.

   She was red from exhertion and shame.  Her tits were heaving and
bouncing and sweat was flowing freely down her body.  She strarted to tire
and slow down.  A zap of electricity to the floor caused her to scream in
surprise, and her pace was faster than ever.

   "Beg your Master to let you rest." I said.

   "Please Master, let slavegirl rest.  PLEASE!!" she pleaded.

   "You may stop slavegirl." I replied.

   She gasped for breath, then I suddenly doused her with freezing water
from a shower over her head.  The water ran down into a drain in her cage.
She screamed in shock and surprise as the cold water pelted her, and began
shivering and hugging herself in the cold basement air.

   "Hands on your head!" I ordered.

   She stood with hands on her head, shivering.  Her large nipples were
fully erect.

   "Come here and stand pressed against the bars!" I demanded.

   She did as I had ordered to do, resulting in her tits pressed against
and through the bars.

   "If you move, your punishment will be terible, slut." I advised her.

   I couldn't resist pinching and pulling on those full errect nipples,
while she clenched her teeth, and stood still, with her hands clasped on
top of her head.  She drip dried while I kneaded her breasts and pinched
her throbbing nipples.  She was scared, exhausted, hungry and thirsty.  I
hoped that this general weakness would help me to reach my goal.

   It was time to try.  I put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles from
outside of the cage, and tied her to the bars.  After I entered her cage, I
moved her to the mattress, face up, with her hands and feet spread wide
apart, and tied to the bars.  She was shivering with fear, and begging for
release.

   I let her rant on, as I took out a vibrator, and traced it ever so
slowly from the sole of her foot, up her calf, to the insides of her thigh,
then back down the other thigh and calf.  I repeated this again and again.
It wasn't time to get really intimate yet, so I continued sloooowly the
vibrator along

   her ribs, and around her full tits, but not touching her tits themselves
yet.

   She calmed down a little, when she realized that there was no pain in
what I was doing for now.  But she wasn't a raging slut, begging for sex
yet either.  I ran the vibrator around her tits, and slowwwly towards the
center of her tit mounds, closer and closer to her fully engorged, and
super-sensitive nipples.

   I placed my lips around her nipples, and began to kiss and suck on them,
as she begged me not to rape her.  I slooowwwly traced the vibrator back
down her ribs, back to between her legs, in order to check on her wetness.
This was reality.  She was scared, and wanted nothing more than to escape,
so as not have sex with her captor.  She was still dry.  I wasn't surprised
at this at all.

   "Master.  please, don't do this to your slavegirl." she begged.

   I warned her to shut up, or I would zap her with more electricity.  I
then began to circle her pussy with the vibrator, and to lightly touch her
vaginal

   lips.  I slipped the vibrator gently between them, but didn't yet enter
deeply

   inside of her.  She tried to shift away from the vibrator with the
limited freedom of movement that the ropes provided.  I blew on her cunt
lightly, and traced my fingers lightly around her pussy lips.  She tried to
close her legs together, but of course was unable to do so, because the
ropes were holding them apart.

   She had been warned not to speak, but she shook her head 'no', from side
to side.  She longed to escape.  She was still dry, so I continued for
several minutes, including entering her cunt, and stimulating her clit, yet
this girl had self-control.  Though she was my prisoner, she was still in
charge of her most intimate desires.  The morning was gone, and she was
only partially

   broken.

   Spankings can be a turn on, and it was next on my list.  I turned my
buxom slave girl over, and retied her hands and feet.  I had her bent over
my knees.  I swatted her ass and upper thighs with a ping pong paddle,
while she counted each stoke, and was then forced to thank me.  Each swat
made her tits heave and jiggle, as they hung heavily below her body,
unsupported.  Her ass became crimson and hot.  Her face was no less red
with shame and exertion.  I smacked one side of her full ass, then the
other, alternating until she could expect where the blow would fall and the
pain would explode on her tender tortured ass.  Then I concentrated only on
the right buttock and smacked her hard six times in a row.  The full fleshy
skin was red and flaming.  She screamed in pained surprise and begged me to
stop.  After 40 strokes, I traced my fingers from her knees up to the
insides of her thighs, and around her pussy lips.  She was wet outside, but
it was sweat, and not her natural lubricating juices that accounted for it.
Inside, she remained dry and in control.

   I wasn't sure if my slave knew what my goal was.  I couldn't let her
know that so far she was winning the contest of control over her desires.
Day one

   was the master's, but day two was won by the sexy, buxom slave with the
huge heaving tits, even if she didn't know it.



   DAY THREE

   I expected to face a challenge, and I was right.  This wasn't a stupid
submissive slut, like in 90% of the bondage flicks, who explodes into an
orgasm as soon as the whip is flicked on her naked skin.  I had in my
possession a normal young woman, who though she obeyed my every command,
because she

   had no choice, her sexual desires were still under her own control.  She
wasn't

   a hot bitch in heat, but a fully curved, captured prize, who wanted to
go home.

   I was angry and frustrated, so of course I took it out on my top-heavy
slave girl.  I loved to see her tits heave and jiggle, and to see her grow
red

   with exhaustion and humiliation.  I made her dance for me, and zapped
her every time that she started to slow down.  The sight of her humping,
while shaking and bouncing her tits was a total turn on, and I reveled in
it, until she stumbled and fell to the ground from total exhaustion.

   She was smelling quite rank by this time, and I decided to reward her
for turning me on, with a warm shower.  I provided soap and shampoo, and
left her in supposed privacy in her cell, over the drain, with the warm
water running this time, instead of just the cold water.  Unknown to her, I
was watching her on my computer screen, from the hidden camera trained on
her cell.

   Following the usual soaping, as I watched her intently, it finally
dawned on me.  She had a secret spot, as perhaps all women do.  She also
thought that she deserved the one reward that she could give to herself, in
her hopeless situation.  She soaped and rubbed herself lightly with the
tips of her fingers in two places, on the undersides of her breasts, just
below her areolas, and especially in that private place between her cunt
and her anus.  It couldn't be called masturbation, but she received great
comfort from it.

   I returned and toweled her dry.  I then tied her hands behind her back.
I explained to her that she would massage me, all over my body, using only
her breasts and nipples.  She started to protest, but I slapped the side of
her udder, which hit the other one, setting both of them swinging, like a
pool ball reaction.

   She held back a tear, and began massaging my chest.  I rubbed a fragrant

   oil onto her tits, concentrating just below her nipples, and observed
that she closed her eyes, and sharply took in her breath, when I touched
her there.  I got completely undressed, and ordered her to concentrate on
my erection.  It was magnificent.  Next, I commanded the buxom slut to
start from my head, and work down my body, so that she would rub me, while
stimulating the sensitive undersides of her bulging tits.  Again she closed
her eyes, and breathed

   in gasps, as she was forced to stimulate herself.

   Next I laid her down on her back, again tying her feet up and apart.  I
started to lightly stimulate her around her pussy lips, and then sloowwwly
worked my way back towards her anus.  She gritted her teeth and breathed
hard.  The

   air whooshed in and out of her lungs, as her full chest rose and fell.
She arched her back up off of the mattress, and closed her eyes.

   After lightly stroking her in a circular pattern for several minutes,
alternating between her most sensitive and private spot, and her pussy
lips, I lifted my fingers slightly from her pulsating body.  She
immediately bucked and sought out my fingers.  She then willed herself to
lie there still.  She was struggling with herself.  She loved the
stimulation, and needed it badly, but to get it, meant surrendering her
last vestige of respect and dignity, to her hated master.  Her hands

   were bound and her legs spread wide, so that she could only get this
stimulation from me.  I observed her torment, and blew lightly on that
open, vulnerable spot.  the light tufts of hair parted from the air passing
through them and the nerve endings of this secret location were exposed as
never before and were being exquisitely stimulated with no protection at
all.  My slave's secret weakness was not only discovered for the first
time, it was being fully exploited.  I decided to take a gamble.  I told
her that I would leave her now, in this position, to rest for a while.

   "No, please Master." she pleaded.

   "What, you don't want to rest?" I asked in mock surprise.

   "Please untie me, Master." she begged, wanting to continue the wonderful
stimulation, but on her own.

   "Master will leave you to rest like this for a few hours."

   My finger was still there, so close to her most tender and sensitive
spot.  She struggled within herself, gritting her teeth, almost seeming to
bite her tongue, and finally she bucked her whole body as much as she
could, in order to reach my fingers, and screamed, "NO, Master!  Please
continue!  PLEASE don't leave me like this."

   Another victory for the master!!  Instead of the finger, I continued
stroking her with the head of my cock, just below her pussy lips where she
was most sensitive, and with my own lips on the undersides of her very full
tits.  Her nipples became instantly and fully engorged.  I entered her, and
found her to be fully lubricated and very wet.

   I wasn't surprised to find out that she wasn't a virgin, though she was

   still VERY tight.  As I thrust into her, she seemed to relax her muscles
down there, but when I pulled out, she seemed to clamp down tightly on my
cock.  I wasn't sure if she was truly a slut, who'd been fucking for some
time, or was just naturally talented.  As I pushed in and out of her, she
seemed to try and match my rhythm, thrusting her hips towards mine as I
pumped into her, and pulling away as I pulled away from her.

   She was grunting and moaning, in what sounded to me like pure pleasure
as we fucked.  We came almost simultaneously, in our respective raging
climaxes.  She squealed in delight as her orgasm washed over her.  Her
pussy clamped down tightly on my cock, as she grasped me in a death grip,
her back arched up off of the mattress, as she held that position, frozen
for few moments.  Then, as her pussy milked my cock for every last drop of
sperm that I had in my balls, she fucked me even faster than we had been
doing before.  It was too much for me to hold off, as I pumped her full of
my jiz.

   When we calmed down, I untied her.  I let her sleep undisturbed for the
next several hours as a reward for making her master's fantasy come true.

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