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 Archive name: phs09.txt (mf,blkmale,humil,sex slave)
 Authors name: Wiley06
 Story title : Portervill High: Princess
 Part 9 of 11 parts

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 Porterville High: Princess
 Part 1.8
 By Wiley06

      Amy lay on the ground panting for breath, her mind
 slowly regaining control over her body.  She felt
 drained; she stood up on wobbly knees and, leaning back
 against the tree, put on her dress.  It was all she
 could do to make her body obey her commands; she pushed
 the thoughts of what she had done, what Achilles had
 seen her do, to the back of her mind:  she couldn't
 deal with it right now.  She stood there for some time
 while her wits and her equilibrium came back to her,
 and then began walking home, her mind purposefully numb.

      As she walked, the cool evening air brushed gently
 against her, cooling her sweating body and forcing her
 mind to the damp spot between her legs.  She stumbled
 and closed her eyes tight, a moan escaping her lips;
 she couldn't have done that, she just couldn't have!
 She stopped, her mind working furiously: for the first
 time in her life she had had an orgasm -- okay.  It had
 been fireworks and earthshaking and bombs bursting; she
 could accept that, that was okay, but how and where her
 body had finally brought her that pleasure she couldn't
 accept, and her mind turned in shame from it.

      She started walking again, faster and faster until
 she was almost running.  She had been stripped, collar-
 ed, and gagged.  She had been ogled, leashed, and
 forced to lick someone's feet.  Finally, she had been
 beaten like a horse while she straddled a tree.  How
 could that have turned her on?!  How?! She knew, though,
 deep down she knew as she ran home as fast as her legs
 could take her, that it had.  She knew that her lust
 had grown with each degrading act she was forced to
 perform, knew that her punishment, only right and
 fitting, had released something inside her, some ves-
 tige of control or desire for control, and freed a part
 of her that wanted, that lusted, to be degraded and
 humiliated and most importantly, controlled.  She
 choked back tears as she ran up to her room and threw
 herself on her bed; it was too much, too much all at
 once.

      Achilles hustled down to the boiler room, using
 the keys Jim had given him, and was disappointed to
 find no one there.  Oh well, he thought, there was
 always tomorrow.

      Thursday Jim noticed that Amy didn't show up to
 class, but Maria was back to her normal biting self,
 meaner than ever if that was possible.  The day before
 she had even stopped by and made several requests for
 certain items, the better to torture her teacher with.
 He thought about Amy and Achilles again, and thought
 that that boy didn't look like much, but he certainly
 had a certain something.  Sara was coming along real
 well too:  she got off on everything he did to her, no
 matter how painful and humiliating.  He was hoping
 Achilles could get Amy to fall in line soon, since he
 would love to tear off a piece of that cunt too.  Amy
 and Sara and Maria all together:  those were the stuff
 of dreams.

      Amy knew better than to play sick with Achilles,
 even if it worked with her parents.  She didn't know
 what he had planned, but she dreaded it with a passion,
 and at the same time some bizarre quirk in her, some
 small part in her mind, anticipated it, wanted it.  She
 was everything bad, this small part of her self told
 her:  she was a murderess, a bigot, swollen with pride;
 not only that, but also a slut, a horny cunt who came
 whenever some man beat her.  It was only a small part
 of her mind which told her these things, but it got
 louder and louder as she approached Achilles' house.

      She arrived and was met at the door by Achilles,
 who immediately led her up to his room and locked the
 door.  He kept her standing as he sat down on his bed
 and looked her over; she shuddered under his gaze,
 remembering the last time he had seen her.

      "That was quite a show you put on yesterday," his
 voice startled her so that she jumped a little.  He
 frowned, "That's bad.  I'm supposed to punish you, not
 bring you off."  She blushed at his remarks, her pale
 skin turning a dark crimson as shame washed through
 her.  She remained silent.

      "Well, we can't have you enjoying your punishment,
 can we?  Can we!" he shouted.

      "N... n... no," she stuttered, her head down, her
 arms straight and crossed before her.

      He leaned back, "So tell me, what part of your
 punishment did you enjoy?"

      She looked at him for the first time since she had
 arrived, anger and desperation suffusing her body,
 "None!" she shouted, "I hated it all; it was horrible,
 just horrible," she finished, her emotion subsiding to
 an almost pleading desire for belief.

      Achilles smiled mockingly, "Well, for someone who
 hated every moment of what happened to her, you gave a
 good impression of fucking a tree to orgasm." Then he
 noticed that she was crying silently, standing before
 him dressed in a summer dress and looking so much like
 a little girl.  Standing, he went over to her and
 reached under her chin, lifting her face up until he
 was looking directly into her eyes.

      "You did hate it, didn't you," he said softly.

      "Y... yes," was whispered.

      "But you came too; I know you did."

      "Yes."

      "You hated coming; you hated feeling like that. 
 I'm right, aren't I?"

      "Yes."

      "Why?"  A simple question.

      Sobbing silently now, she broke away from him and
 sat down hard onto the floor.  "I'm so bad," she choked
 out.  "I... I deserved everything you did to me.  It
 felt so good.  It's evil. Horrible. I... I'm no good...
 for anything... like a whore.  I don't wanna be who I
 am."  She started sobbing for real now, her face buried
 in her hands.

      Achilles watched her for a moment, pity warring
 with elation in his mind. He was surprised at how
 quickly she had broken, but then again he had been
 surprised that she had orgasmed the other day.  Now was
 the time to build her back up, to build her back up
 into the person he wanted her to be.  Careful, he
 thought to himself, careful or the old personality will
 reassert itself.  I must incorporate that personality,
 he thought, must allow it free reign somewhere.  Think-
 ing furiously, he knelt down beside her and held her,
 soothing her the same way he would a small child,
 cooing to her "my little princess" over and over again.

      When her sobbing had abated somewhat he lifted her
 chin again until he looking into her big, beautiful
 blue eyes, glistening with tears, and spoke to her in
 short, comforting sentences, telling her she didn't
 have to be bad, telling her he could help her, that he
 loved her and wanted what was best for her. The problem
 he suggested, watching carefully for her reactions, was
 that she had no structure in her life; he could change
 that.  She would have to trust him.  He would take
 everything bad about her, her pride, her lust, her
 fear, and wall it away from her, keep her safe from it.
 Only he would have to see her like that, and he would
 control her then, if she only let him.  He could handle
 it; only trust him.  Trust him.

      He talked for over an hour like that to her, calm
 and reassuring.  He was right, she knew:  she couldn't
 trust herself anymore; she could trust him, though:  he
 loved her.  To be like she was, calm, confident, sure
 of herself -- how she wished she could be like that
 again.  She could, he was telling her. She could be her
 old self, without all that had corrupted her, made her
 filth. She was two different people, she understood,
 Amy Sanders -- the good, strong, woman who was going to
 college and was going to be a success -- and someone
 else, someone who associated with murders and covered
 up her crimes and was swollen with pride and arrogance
 and was a slut who couldn't control her own body.  She
 understood what he was saying:  to the outside world
 she could be Amy Sanders, but to him she would release
 the dark side of herself so that it couldn't get out
 and contaminate her, and he would punish that dark side
 of her.  Yes, she wanted that; she did, she really
 really did.

      "Do it," she said, "help me."

      Hearing the magic words, Achilles stood up and
 walked in front of his bed and said, "Stand up.  You
 understand what you have to do, Amy?  I will be like
 your confessor:  everything bad that you do or think
 I will punish, every twinge of lust I will expiate,
 but you must bring them all to me.  You must not hide
 them away like you did before or they will destroy you
 like they almost did before.  Do you understand?"

      "Yes," she said, relief at this release of her
 burden invigorating her, and she felt a surge of
 happiness for the first time in days.

      "Okay then, in order to do this correctly, we have
 to make some rules, yes?"

      "Yes."

      "You have to obey everything I tell you to do
 without question. Understand?"

      "Yes."

      "And when you're with me your name will be
 Princess.  Tell me your name."

      "Princess."

      "You will call me master at all times.  Now, what
 is your name."

      "Princess, master."

      "That's enough for now; let's begin."

      "Yes master."

      His cock was already as hard as a rock as he
 walked slowly around her like a disapproving drill
 sergeant.  Amy Sanders was finally and truly his! All
 his to do whatever he wanted to, and he knew what he
 was going to do to her today -- thank god his parents
 were out of the house until seven tonight.

      Amy's heart fluttered as Achilles walked around
 her, looking her up and down.  She felt freed in some
 bizarre way; now she didn't have to be in control.
 Later she would be, but now all she had to do was what-
 ever Achilles, her master, told her too.  It was
 liberating, because she no longer had to be afraid of
 what she would do -- her master would take care of it.
 It would all come out, she knew, her uncontrollable id
 which so recently had taken over her life, would come
 out to be punished and mastered, and then to retreat
 so that she could live a normal life until she needed
 her master to tame it again, to tame her, to tame
 Princess.  He would let Princess out and keep her away
 from her, Amy Sanders.  No, she thought, I am Princess,
 and she felt a tingling in her groin at the thought,
 and she squeezed her thighs together.  I'm bad, she
 thought, I'm bad and need to be punished.  Punish me,
 master, punish Princess she thought.

      He came back around until his face was inches from
 her, and he barked out, "Strip."  Her gaze locked by
 his, she did what he commanded, baring her young, firm,
 nubile body to him.  He stepped back and looked at her,
 at her strong nose dominating her face, her kinky blond
 hair falling past her shoulders, her firm, perky
 breasts with their perfectly proportioned nipples, her
 slender waist and almost skinny but perfectly formed
 legs, her blond curling pubic hairs and her dull, thin
 lips.  All his, he thought, feeling his cock throb in
 his pants.

      "I saw you fuck that tree yesterday, Princess, you
 slut," he growled out. "I've never seen anyone fuck a
 tree before.  Did you like it Princess?  Did you like
 fucking that tree."

      "Yes master."

      "You know what that make you, don't you cunt?  It
 makes you a fucking worthless slut!"

      "Yes master," she said with her chin trembling.

      "Say it!"

      "I'm a fucking worthless slut, master."

      "Spread your legs, Princess."

      She obeyed him, feeling dirty and slutty and
 worthless, spreading her legs until she was standing
 with her feet three feet apart.  It made her feel
 exposed, standing naked before him with her legs spread
 like this, but that excited her, excited Princess.  Amy
 Sanders would never do this, she thought, Amy is such a
 good girl.  She trembled inside with pleasure.  She
 felt his hands, her master's hands, against her
 shoulders as he gripped them firmly, sending an
 electric thrill through her body. She felt her vaginal
 -- her cunt -- lips begin to swell and moisture begin
 to form between her legs.  He was making Princess hot,
 staring into her eyes and holding her by the shoulders
 and she almost whimpered in desire as she stood there.
 She was so bad.

      She felt his hands jerk her toward him an instant
 before blinding pain flashed through her groin as his
 knee jerked viciously into her cunt.  She doubled over,
 all feelings of sexual excitement fleeing, and dropped
 her hands to protect her throbbing sex.

      Still holding onto her shoulders, she heard her
 master say, "You deserved that, didn't you, you dirty
 cunt?"

      "Y... yes master," she whined, pain taking her
 breath away.  And she knew that she did deserve it. 
 All dirty sluts deserved to be treated like the pieces
 of meat they were, and they shouldn't forget it.

      His hands forced her to her knees and she landed
 with a thump, her groin still in agony over his un-
 expected blow.  "My little Princess wanted to be fucked,
 just like the slut she is, but I don't think you
 deserve to be fucked, do you slut?"

      "No master."  The pain was finally abating some-
 what, although her whole groin throbbed as if bruised.
 She groaned as she straightened up onto her knees and
 saw that her master was removing his clothes.  She
 watched in fascination as he undressed:  he didn't look
 like much, she thought, until he removed his underwear,
 when she saw the largest cock she had ever seen.

      Achilles smiled when he saw her eyes widen at the
 sight of his penis. "Do you want to touch my cock,
 Princess?"

      She was fascinated by it; Amy Sanders had never
 seen a penis that size: it was at least two inches
 longer and an inch thicker than any penis Amy had
 seen.  Princess licked her lips -- poor Amy, she wasn't
 going to get any of her master's cock.  "Yes master,"
 she said, not taking her eyes off his cock, "Princess
 wants to touch your cock."

      "Does Princess want to suck my cock?"

      She was taken aback for a second; it was so large,
 and she had never done it before -- at least Amy hadn't.
 But Amy wasn't a filthy whore like Princess was, and
 Princess found herself salivating at the chance to put
 that enormous cock in her mouth.  "Yes master," she
 hissed, "let me suck your cock."

      "Crawl over here and beg," he said sitting down
 onto the edge of the bed.

      She crawled over between his legs, her breasts
 swinging heavily beneath her, her groin throbbing now
 more with excitement than pain. "Please master, let me
 suck your beautiful cock.  I want it so bad. Princess
 is a worthless dirty slut and wants her master's cock
 in her mouth.  Please master, let me suck your cock."

      His wildest fantasies had come true:  here was Amy
 Sanders, on her hands and knees, naked, and begging to
 blow him.  He grabbed her head and forced it against
 his cock, sighing in pleasure as she wrapped her lips
 around his dick and began to suck him.

      He felt so large in her mouth, she thought as she
 sucked his cock into the warm, wet confines of her oral
 cavity -- salty, too.  It felt good, too, to be on her
 knees with her master's cock in her mouth; a slut like
 her should have a cock in her mouth at all times.  As
 she sucked, gripping the shaft, she thought of it in
 her cunt, reaming her out, stretching her wide, and she
 felt a thin trail of moisture drip down the inside of
 her thigh.  She squeezed her thighs together, pleasure
 beginning to consume her body, and thought of even
 fouler pleasures: what if he put his cock in her ass?
 A slut like her, like Princess, would love a big cock
 in her ass.  She gasped out around the prick in her
 mouth as a small orgasm blossomed in her cunt.  Amy
 Sanders would never get fucked in the ass.

      Achilles sat back and enjoyed every minute of the
 blow job he was getting from his dream girl.  He moaned
 as she sucked her cheeks in to massage his dick as she
 bobbed her head up and down while running her hand
 along his shaft and down to his balls.  Her tongue
 scraped along the bottom of his cock, the tip
 occasionally teasing her vein just under the circum-
 cised head.  He would have to teach her to deep throat,
 he thought as he felt the pressure begin to build up in
 his balls, but for now she's doing fine.  It was even
 better that she was getting into it so much; he could
 have sworn she had had an orgasm just a minute ago.

      She felt his cock begin to expand and his hands
 grip the back of her head, forcing more of his dick
 into her mouth.  He was going to come, Princess thought
 he was going to shoot his come into her mouth -- she
 trembled in pleasure, sucking harder and running her
 fingers under his balls to press hard against the soft
 flesh there.

      Achilles bellowed as he felt her fingers press
 against the soft skin between his anus and his balls,
 and he shot wad after wad of come into her willing,
 sucking mouth, gasping in pleasure as she continued to
 work his sensitive knob.

      Princess felt his come splatter against her throat
 and she swallowed greedily, sucking down each blast of
 his come and luxuriating in the feel if it sliding
 slickly down her throat.  She was such a slut, such a
 whore, she thought, to be doing this, and felt another
 small orgasm shake her as she squeezed her thighs
 together once more.  She kept sucking on his cock until
 he became flaccid and pushed her head away.  She looked
 up at him expectantly:  she was a good slut, wasn't
 she?

      Achilles looked in amazement down at the doglike
 expectancy on Amy's face as she gazed up at him, her
 mouth slightly open in what was unmistakably excitement.
 He had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams with her.
 "You've been a good bitch, you have," he said, patting
 her on the head.  "You deserve a reward.  Get up on the
 bed."

      She eagerly obeyed and laid on her side watching
 him as he went over to his closet and took down a large
 box, rummaged through it, and pulled out a large dildo
 -- it was even larger than his cock, she saw, amazed. 
 It must have been twelve inches long and two thick, she
 thought, growing excited at the mere thought of taking
 that up her twat.

      "Here you go, Princess, play with this while I
 take some pictures."  She grabbed it eagerly as it
 landed on the bed and rolled onto her back, spreading
 her legs and running the enormous dildo against her
 swollen labia, moaning and gasping in pleasure as she
 teased herself to further arousal.

      Achilles pulled out his camera and began taking
 pictures -- he didn't want to forget this, his first
 night with Amy Sanders.  Besides, she was so sexy
 like that, in the throws of passion.

      Princess could hear the sound of her master's
 camera as she spread her labia with one hand and eased
 the monster dildo in with the other, but it just 
 excited her more; she was going to be on film; he could
 show any of his friends how nasty and sluttish she was.
 Yes, she thought as she slid the dildo into her gaping
 cunt until it bumped against her cervix, leaving a full
 three inches outside her snatch.  She moved her free
 hand and began playing with her clit as she slowly
 worked the dildo around in her cunt, pleasure assault-
 ing every nerve in her body.  She began to writhe and
 moan as the sensations built, punctuated each time she
 slammed the dildo hard against her cervix, sending
 pleasure cascading up her spine.  She could feel a
 tremendous orgasm build within her guts, and she mashed
 down on her clitoris, trying to bring it now, now -- so
 close.

      Rough hands grabbed the dildo from her and ripped
 it from her cunt and knocked her other hand away from
 her clitoris.  Her body jackknifed up in unfulfilled
 lust and she screamed "NOOOO!!!" trying to bring her
 hands back to her clitoris, trying to achieve the most
 incredible orgasm she had ever had which was just a
 touch away.  A sharp slap shocked her out of her sexual
 frenzy as her head was knocked back onto the bed and to
 one side, stunning her and sending her orgasm fleeing.
 She moaned in sexual torment, wanting, needing, any
 release now.  Another slap knocked her completely back
 to her senses -- god, she was so hot, needed it so
 badly, but now she was looking into the eyes of her
 angry master, partially obscured by her kinky blond
 hair which had flown wildly about her head.

      "What did you say to me cunt?" he growled angrily,
 leaning over her and holding her down on the bed by her
 shoulders.

      "P... please... master..."

      "What did you say to me?"  He made his voice even
 angrier.

      "...no... master."

      "YOU DON'T EVER SPEAK BACK TO ME AGAIN, YOU STUPID
 CUNT!" he screamed, jerking her off the bed by her head
 and dragging her to the foot of it.

      "Please master, please," she begged, scared now as
 he threw her onto her knees so that she was bent over
 the end of the bed, her ass in the air.  He placed one
 hand against her neck, forcing her head into the
 mattress, and grabbed a large paddle with the other.

      WHACK!  She screamed as he brought the paddle down
 as hard as he could against the back of he thighs.

      WHACK!  She screamed again as the paddle struck
 her ass cheeks with tremendous force.

      WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  Again and
 again he brought the paddle down against her ass and
 her thighs until they were a deep red from the beating
 and she was sobbing into the mattress.  He released her
 for a minute and returned, spreading her asscheeks,
 bringing a loud sob from her throat. 

      She was miserable; her ass and thighs were a mass
 of fiery, throbbing pain.  She should never had talked
 back to her master, but she had been so close, so close
 and he had taken it away from her.  She still felt,
 even after the beating, and aching emptiness in her
 cunt, a yearning for an orgasm.  What was he doing?
 She felt a coolness around her anus as he smeared
 grease over her sphincter.  He was going to fuck her
 in the ass! The thought drove some of the pain away. 
 He beat her and then he was going to shove his fat cock
 up her ass -- it was so perverse, so dirty, so nasty,
 she felt her cunt twitch and the pain in her ass and
 thighs burn hotter.

      She felt the head of his cock press against her
 anus as his fingers roughly dug into her throbbing
 asscheeks.  It felt like she was taking the biggest
 shit of her life, but it didn't hurt thanks to the
 copious amount of grease he had used.  She felt it
 slide slowly in, every single inch, filling up her
 guts until she thought she was going to explode.  It
 felt so strange having a cock up her ass, so filling.

      Achilles grunted as he popped his cock through her
 tiny brown sphincter, watching intently as he slid it
 slowly into her guts.  Damn she had a tight ass, he
 thought, as he bottomed out, his hips pressing against
 her spread ass cheeks.  He leaned over her until he
 could whisper in her ear, and began whispering that she
 loved having a cock in her ass, what a slut, what a
 whore, that she was no better than a piece of fucking
 meat to take his cock wherever he wanted to put it,
 that she was a worthless slut to get off on this, and
 more.  He slowly pulled his hips back until only the
 head of his cock was still in her ass, and then pounded
 forward.

      The things he was whispering to her, oh god, she
 thought, sliding her hand down to her clitoris and
 mashing it between her fingers; it was so hot, so good.
 Her mouth opened into an O of surprise and pleasure as
 she felt his cock slowly slide out from her ass, feel-
 ing like it was dragging her guts with it. It felt so
 strangely good.  She imagined Amy getting used like she
 was, and that excited her more:  goody-two-shoes Amy
 getting beaten and fucked like some piece of meat --
 she grunted in passion.

      Achilles slammed his cock in and out of Amy's tiny
 asshole, reveling in the sensations assaulting his
 penis.  It was so tight and clinging, and he was still
 turned on from his paddling of her.  God, he thought,
 Amy Sanders, letting me pound her ass then letting me
 fuck her up the bum, and loving every minute of it.  He
 felt, deep in his groin, the beginning tingle of what
 he knew was going to be a tremendous orgasm.

      Princess was practically out of her mind now. The
 twin pleasures, so different, from his cock in her ass
 and her fingers on her clit were driving her wild. She
 grunted in time with his viscous thrusts and drool
 spilled from her gaping mouth.  Her whole body felt
 like it was on fire; even her breasts which were being
 rubbed achingly back and forth against the bed as her
 body jerked to her master's thrusts.  She had begun
 trembling she didn't know when, the pleasure so over-
 whelming, but she drove her fingers harder against her
 clit, knowing that with a little more, just a little
 more, she could go even higher.

      It started in her ass as her master drove his tool
 deep into her guts. It felt as if a cool wave of
 pleasure washed over her body, causing her to jerk
 convulsively and jam her nails hard into her clit,
 sending shooting sparks of pleasure flashing through
 her overworked nerves.  She felt these two pleasures
 build into a crescendo, becoming more and more intense,
 making her body rigid in anticipation, then sending it
 into wildly jerking spasms as the most incredible
 orgasm literally burst through her ass and groin,
 sending her wailing and thrashing under her master.

      Achilles felt her ass spasm around his cock and
 felt the pressure in his own groin reach a breaking
 point:  any minute now, he thought, moaning at the
 intense pleasure.  He grabbed onto her hair as he felt
 her body begin to jerk beneath him, and groaned as her
 ass began sucking at his cock.  He held on for dear
 life, hands tight around her skull, cock buried to its
 limit in her ass, as her body became a bucking bronco
 beneath him and her as a sucking, grasping, greedy
 orifice, trying to devour him.  His yell matched hers
 as his cock spat out its come deep into her bowels,
 filling her with his seed.  He held on, overwhelmed
 with pleasure as her ass kept squeezing and milking
 his cock while her body trembled and jerked beneath
 him.

      He lay on top of her for a full minute until her
 trembling subsided and he could work up enough energy
 to move.  Slowly he pushed himself off of her and
 winced as his sensitive cock popped from her ass. "Okay
 Princess, get dressed and go home.  I want to see you
 in the orange grove tomorrow, though. Don't disappoint
 me."  With that, he staggered into the bathroom and
 splashed some water on his face.

      Princess lay there, her senses reeling from her
 orgasm, and listened to what her master said.  No, she
 thought dizzily, she wouldn't disappoint him. She got
 up and quickly dressed, giggling as she left her
 master's house: wouldn't Amy be pissed when she found
 that she'd have to clean up after her. All that yummy
 come leaking out of her asshole right now and running
 down the back of her thighs -- poor little Amy.  She
 giggle again as she thought about it.
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