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Archive name: 0-05.txt (FFFf, Fdom, Extreme Violence)
Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Part 5


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O-2000 - Part 5 (FFFf, Fdom, Extreme Violence)
By "SafeWord"


Dedicated to: Deitre, Who could say more in fewer words 
than I'll ever manage:

                 to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
                 to: "O"

Chapter 5: Coming out Party: Episode II: Victim of love.
***

Cindy drove with fierce concentration, paying no 
attention to me. Her hands gripping the wheel tightly. 
I kept my knees up as she had ordered. My shoes kept 
slipping down off the leather seat so I wrapped my arms 
around my legs to hold them. 

It didn't matter. 

Cindy was in another world and ignored me.
The 15-minute trip was made without her speaking.

We drove to the outskirts of the city and into a wooded 
suburb dotted with finer homes. She pulled into a long 
driveway and paused in front of a large ranch style 
home with a double garage. The place was huge. Cindy 
activated an automatic door opener and when the door 
was open, drove into the empty garage. She turned off 
the ignition as the door closed behind us. 

Cindy turned to me and the look on her face... 
frightened me! She ordered me out of the car and as I 
did, slid over to my side and followed me out. Gripping 
my arm, she, slammed the car door behind us. I was then 
roughly manhandled though a connecting door, down a 
hall into a room with a pool table. 

Cindy turned me to face her. "All right, Tracy's little 
Pig, Strip," she ordered.  

I removed my clothing for her. The floor was dark tile, 
cold on my bare feet.
 
"Turn around and move to the pool table." 

I turn and move until my hips touch the cool edge of 
the table edge. My heart beating fast.

Cindy's voice in my ear "I wanna hear you cry for  
'Mommy!' Bitch!  Spread your legs, lean over on the 
table and put your arms over your head.  Don't you Dare 
Fucking move!"

I lay over on the table, my breast's ticked by the 
rough felt surface.

"Oh Yeah! Sweet Little Ass, You ready little Pig?"
I sense the blow coming, long before she hits me.
My ass explodes in pain, the blow drive me into the 
table's edge, my ass screams pain signals to my brain 
for help, but no help is coming, my mind stunned, 
shocked, numbed.

Another.

Stars, Pain. Oh Christ!

And another.

Tears, welled in eyes, Sweat beads on Forehead

Again.

Sound of Slam on Flesh, Jaws Locked, Teeth Grinding.

Again.

Fists Quenched. My fingernails stabbing, cutting into 
my palms. A voice from a haze of pain "Not yet Pussy? 
You Will!" Worst yet. Harder! Pain, so intense my body 
goes into spasms, all muscles strained, up on the tips 
of my toes, drool from my mouth on the table felt.

And keep on, blows, slamming into my ass, sparkles of 
intense pain so terrible that measurement had no 
meaning.

Steady, measured, slow, blows. Considered, aimed, 
deliberate delivery of pain. How long Cindy beats me I 
do not know, nor many blows she lays on me.

My mind moves away... detached... drifting... settles 
above me and looks down as a dispassionate observer. 
Not me lying there. Couldn't be me?! Some else? 
Wondering what is destroying the body down there? What 
instrument of torture?

A pretty girl. A spanking?   No.  Too much violence! 
Too much hate in application! 

Destruction of that girl's body.

Why????

Drifting to...
  
Mental Images of a damp stone dungeon, dark smoky 
walls, red glowing pits of fire, black steel bars, 
gleaming sharp steel hooks, fat hairy men wearing metal 
studded leather vests and hoods... leering... small 
female soft tender white skin chained clamped spread 
open... for use... for... Pain!
 
Returning. Awareness. A voice calling me, hastening, my 
mind back into my body. "Ok, that's enough. I don't 
wanna kill you!" Cindy panting in deep gasps of 
breathlessness. Her voice close, "Jesus! I gotta give 
it to you, you're one dam tough little bitch. You just 
gonna lie there and let me beat you to death?"

My voice cracks "if you want to."

Cindy's in stunned reply, "WHAT!  Jesus Christ, What!  
If I want to? ... Why?"

I swallow, the pain in waves, my cheek hurting now, 
rubbed sore on the felt. Quietly to her, "I like It."

Cindy away "LIKE IT!!!"  Her hand in my pussy probing, 
more pleasure, "Well I'll be fucked. You're soaking 
wet!  Jumping Jesus what a weird little..." she paused 
"Angel, you are one Strange puppy!"

My thoughts drifting again, refuge in dreams, a song in 
my head, scattered lines ' ... you don't care much for 
a stranger's touch, but... I know what's been on your 
mind... If I could only stop my mind'. 

Shivers, pain receding, returning.

Cindy's voice, concerned,  "ok, stay there," then 
returning, close, "Mom uses this for sunburn, it'll 
numb you."

Her hands on me. I feel the pressure only, no feel of 
her touch, my nerves too numb to feel anything so 
gentle, coolness of lotion, medicated tingling, 
chemicals killing the last of brave little ass nerves 
calling for help. 

Returning...

Her voice "baby, your butt is turning blue already, 
your gonna have some Sorry looking ass tomorrow."

"Can you get up?" 

I lift myself up and her hands are there, helping me, 
now gentle. I manage to stand with her help, all 
muscles now screaming, cramps in my legs, stomach 
fluttering.  Weak everywhere.

I look at Cindy, my face, neutral. She looks exhausted. 
Her hair disheveled. Her light-blue tee shirt has a 
wide dark, wet, sweat line running down to her jeans. I 
wonder what, I look like?  I see leaned on the wall 
behind her an English Cricket Bat. That's what it was! 

I wonder if her Dad is English? 

She leads me down the hall and helps me lie down on a 
bed. Her bed. My face sinks into a soft Duvet bedcover.

She sits down on the bed at my head, her hand stokes my 
hair, I shiver; roll on my side facing her, pressure on 
my bum, ouch! More pain, shivers.

Cindy clears her throat "Look Honey, this ain't what I 
planned. I wanted to hurt you cause you stole Tracy 
from me but, shit, I was gonna just hit you a couple of 
times, not Kill you! I wanted to hear you scream and 
beg.  But, you don't do that, do you?"
I stole Tracy!  Cindy was in love with Tracy!  Also!!!

I turn my head and look at her. "I didn't steal Tracy, 
I'm her Slave. She owns me."

Her mouth open "Her Slave? Is that what you think you 
are?"

"I am!"

"Slave, eh! Well... I ain't gonna beat anyone's Dog! 
... You wanna rest a while before I take you home?"

"No."

"You don't want to rest?"

I look into her eyes "No, I don't want to go home."

She looks at me, puzzled, "You want to stay after that! 
...you don't wanna be my slave now do you?"

"No.  I belong to Tracy... but... I like what you do... 
With me... To me."

A pause, "Well Honey, I'm starting to like you... 
You're dam tough like your sister. Do you know, really, 
what a slave has to do when told?" 

I explain to her that Tracy had told me all about it 
and I had decided it was what I wanted to be.

She looks at me and smiles. "Ok, Sugar, I guess you 
know enough and I watched that tape. You seem to like 
it to be bossed around, that's for sure!" 

"...Well, I ain't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, 
If you want things done to you. That's fine with me... 
When you feel up to it, the showers over there. The 
gang's gotta be here in a while and I got things to get 
ready." 

"You're gonna be my 'piece de resistance' tonight, but 
some of the routine is gonna be cut."

I was alone, stiffness setting in my legs. I force 
myself up and into Cindy's washroom. The shower pours 
heat and energy into my body. I am drying myself off 
when Cindy appears at the door. 
"Ok..?  What should I call you? I don't want em to know 
your name."

"I like... Angel."


"You will be one, if you don't fight back, Sometimes, 
Anyway! Come on over here Angel... I've got to get you 
ready."

Cindy makes me stand in front of her as she sits on the 
bed. She takes a tube of lipstick and uses it on my 
nipples painting them a bright red. My small nips swell 
as she touches me and stand out perky, hungry for 
attention. She applies lipstick on my mouth. 

Next she hands me a set of black nylons with wide band 
stay up tops. I sit on the bed and put them on, my ass 
hurts when I sit, but that means nothing. She helps me 
smooth them on my legs and the touch of her hands 
thrills me. Then she hands me a pair of black high heel 
platform sandals. 

"Mom. Bought these to be trendy and has never warn 
them, try em on."   

They do fit, perfectly. I love them.

Cindy then has me stand in front of her. She steps me 
into a funny heart-shaped device with two leg straps 
and pulls the straps up unto my asscheeks. It fits 
snugly right on and pressing into my pussy. 

She says, "You'll like this," and reaches out and 
touches the front of the device. 

Waves of vibrations hit my pussy and clit and the 
climax buckles my legs. I fall to my knees at her feet.

Laughing at me, "Jesus" She says "See! Told you!" 

She turns it off.

Cindy look down at me, "If anyone gets too rough or 
anyone puts anything in your pussy, you use your safe 
word and dam well.  Holler! Got it?"

I tell her, ok. She places a hood over my head that 
covers my eyes but leaves the lower part of my face 
exposed. The hood, she fastens at the neck. Then a 
collar and leash, the chain cold. 
Cindy then has me turn around and put my arms behind my 
back. She forces my hands into a funny glove and laces 
it closed. The glove pries my arms back and my breasts 
stick out.

She then sits me on the bed, "Ok Angel I'll come and 
get you soon and I'm sure my gang'll make you do lots 
of, things!" 

She is laughing to herself, as she closes the door and 
leaves me. I sat and wait to be called for service.

From the house, I hear the doorbell ring a couple of 
times, greetings, laughter, steps to and from the hall. 

Cindy's voice from the hall "this is your room." but 
across the hall.

Time passes. More rings, friends meeting, glasses 
tinkling.
Laughter. 

Mummer of a small crowd getting louder with friendship 
and the effect of drinks.

A toilet flushing, people in rooms around me.

Not mine. I sit in solitude. Expectant. Waiting. 

Cindy talking louder.

Then Silence. 

Cindy's bedroom door opens, the smell of Rum, her voice 
in my ear. 

"Ok, Angel you're on. Time to Serve. Little Slave."

My leash motions me to my feet. Something, heavy, soft, 
is draped on my shoulders, fastened it at the neck.

A robe?

"Follow me" she orders and leads me out of the room 
down the hall.

I hear people talking in front of me but conversation 
stops, as we approach.

I hear people, moving around me. Someone's nervous 
giggle, but no one speaks.  

Cindy says "Ok, girls, here is my little surprise for 
the evening. Our entertainment."

I feel a hand release the clasp of the rope and push it 
off my shoulders. I stand naked in a room of people. 
People, I do not know, see me. Look at me. Naked.

Someone gasps, "She's beautiful." --A whisper, 
"Prostitute."

Cindy's voice "No. She isn't... She's a Slave... She's 
called Angel... She's borrowed... Our's tonight." 
Someone "A Slave! Come on Cindy!?"

Cindy orders  "Angel... Kneel... Hands and knees... 
Face close to the floor." A gentle jerk on my leash.

I go down onto my knees and over onto my hands, my nose 
touches the rug under me. Shoes touch my hands as 
someone steps close.

Cindy's voice,  "Lick my feet." 

I feel a foot brush my nose, smell the leather of 
shoes. I move my mouth. My lips touch flesh. I flick 
out my tongue. Toes are under my tongue, I lick them.

Someone gasps again, others giggle, another bursts out 
laughing, is hushed. My face, scarlet under my hood. I 
lick Cindy's feet, my leash is pulled. 

"Come on Angel meet my friends." She dog walks me a few 
steps forward then stops me. 

"Ok Angel, say Hi to Pam." and pushes down on my head.
Flesh touches my lips. A new set of toes. I sniff, 
lick. The toes move under my tongue then lift and toe 
bottoms are presented to me. I lick.

Someone Pam? "She tickles." Another, "That's so cool.'

Cindy jerks on my leash "Sit up." I sit back on my 
heels.

Someone else "Heh, I want her to lick mine." --
laughter.

Cindy says to her friends "Look gang... she, will do 
anything you want! Anything at all! Just tell er! You 
can do anything to her, except touch her pussy, leave 
that. I mean it! And, no marks or scratches.  I don't 
think you'd better spank her. You can see she has had a 
good one already!"

--Someone, "I'll say!" Her friends talking. A quiet 
shout, "Me! First!" --giggles.

Cindy continues, "One more thing, she has a special 
word that means to you, STOP. And you dam well stop, 
what you are doing, to her, instantly! And get me! It 
means she needs help and is in trouble... so you 
Friggin stop or you'll deal with me. Her word is 
'Mommy', don't laugh 'Mommy'! Remember it. I don't 
think your gonna hear it, she's tougher than she looks, 
but in case... anyway... don't be afraid to be rough 
with her, she likes It!" The room dead silent.
 
Nervous laughter. A voice questioning, "can we have 
her, together?" Another voice "Oh, you two!" Laughter.

Cindy, "Yes! And ah, she likes to drink, not just 
water!"

--Someone puzzled "what else?" another voice "You're 
kidding... right?"

Cindy laughing, "... Nope, have fun, who's first?"

The shouts, sound like an auction in progress. --
Someone, "Get the cards."

Cindy once again "Leave her in the kitchen when you're 
done with her, after everyone has a turn if anyone 
wants her again, get her there. Clean too! For the next 
girl."

Husky laughter. --Someone, "Where in the kitchen?"

Cindy "Tie her leash to the back door." 

--Someone "I won!!!" My leash pulled upwards, a 
tentative unknown voice. "Angel, come." I follow. Lead; 
service to perform, for a stranger.

I was on fire.
 
Continued in part 6...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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