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Story title : Slave Rape

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Slave Rape (Mdom/F, rel, v, ped, oral)
By Jaz (Jaz1701@webtv.net)

If a slave is totally obedient, and will do anything 
for her master-can he rape her? What if it's NOT her 
master?

I think I may have been raped tonight. But I'm not 
sure. There is nobody offline that I can talk to 
about it. My name is...well just call me Susan and I 
are almost 17 years old. In a lot of ways I appear to 
be a normal teenager. I hang with my friends, am 
learning to drive, and am just starting to worry 
about college.  I guess the only thing that is really 
different about me is that I have a Master (you can 
call him) John; and I are his slave, his slut, and 
his property. God you have no idea how good it feels 
to write that. John owns me, I would do anything for 
him-and he knows it, expects it...demands it. Here is 
where it gets kinda sticky.

John is 28 yrs old. Since I am underage and in fact 
living at home we have to keep things quiet. My 
master and I get together as often as we can but the 
truth is a large part of our relationship is 
facilitated by technology. Cell Phones, E-mail, 
Scanners, Beepers-we use them all. Master can track 
my every movement, he can reach me whenever he wants 
me. I did not become a slave overnight. I have dated 
other guys before I met John. I enjoyed flirting with 
them, teasing just a little. Some guys are so weak. 
I'd just walk by, wiggle my plump little ass, smile 
and they were mine. To be honest, well they bored me. 

John was so different. He was powerful, commanding. I 
instinctively knew I could not manipulate him. It 
felt natural, right to obey him.  Obedience is the 
only thing of value I have to give my sweet master.

Usually I am such a good little Slave. Last week 
though, I was not.  That's why I am in so confused 
now. I think that I why I was raped. I got a call 
from my master at 5am Monday morning. 

"Uh...hello. Whizit?" I groaned sleepily. 

"Pull down your panties, spread your legs and 
masturbate for me. Now." 

"Yes master, right away!" I said as I threw the 
covers back, and took off my master's oversized 
nightshirt that I always slept in. Soon I was 
completely naked. I locked my bedroom door and spread 
myself on the bed. 

"I'm ready master, I'm so wet for you. I'm thinking 
of you. I wish you were here, I wish you were 
touching me. Oh master I'm squeezing my tits for you. 
My little nipples are so hard, won't you taste them? 
Please master, I need you. I'm rubbing my juices on 
my nipples. They look so slick, and hot now. Master 
my cunt is red and raw, my pussy is all itchy and 
wet. My thighs keep sliding together. Are you hard 
master, should I come to you and suck your dick for 
you? I can sneak out, please master I could be there 
in 30 minutes. I need you master. I don't want my 
fingers in my cunt, I want your thick dick in me. 
Pleeazze master, oh god, oh god I'm gonna cum!" I 
wailed. 

"No! You do not have my permission to cum. Stop 
slave. I want you to be thinking of me all day in 
school. Reach in your pussy and scoop your juices 
out. Now rub it into your hair and skin. You are not 
to shower today. I want anyone who gets close to 
smell that you are a sweaty little slut in heat. Put 
on your blue satin shirt, black denim jeans and 
leather sandals. No panties, no bra, no socks, no 
makeup, no shower, no deodorant, no perfume. Do you 
understand?" 

My heart was pounding. Did John know what he was 
asking? I only owned one pair of Black jeans. They 
were a size and a half too small for me now. It was 
going to look like they were sprayed on me. Without 
panties the stiff material was going to be rubbing 
against my clit-I'd be in a state of constant arousal 
all day. The shirt though...my god in the right light 
it was almost see through. 

Having that sheer material sliding over my sensitive, 
apple-sized breasts would be torture. But the worst 
thing had to be the smell. I reeked of sex, I smelled 
like a freshly fucked whore. How could John ask me to 
do this? Then it hit me.  He wasn't ASKING me. He was 
TELLING me. This was not my boyfriend making a 
wardrobe request. This was my master giving his slave 
an order. 

"Yes master, I understand. I'll be a good slave." 

"When you are dressed take a few Polaroid and scan it 
to me. I have to drive upstate today and I want to 
see how slutty you look. "John said and then hung up. 

I received many strange looks that day. I wore the 
shirt out to help cover my ass, but it was obvious 
that the jeans were way too tight. Guys kept pointing 
at me, and girls were whispering. People were staring 
at the front of my shirt, it was just opaque enough 
that they were not sure if I was wearing a bra. I was 
really flustered by the no panty thing. I was 
dripping little streams of cum. I had been to the 
bathroom twice to clean up. Around 4th period my cell 
phone rang. 

"Where are you, and did you follow my orders? " 

"I'm in the cafeteria. Yes master I did everything 
you told me." I lied in a calm voice. 

Imagine my surprise when I saw my master striding 
towards me. I was so embarrassed, ashamed. I had worn 
the outfit my master selected. I had no bra, or 
panties on. But...I had showered, and did have 
makeup, perfume, and deodorant on. 

My master sat down at the table next to me and did 
not say a word. 

"H, Hello master. Um, I thought you were out of town 
on business today.  See I wore the outfit you asked 
me to, do you like it? I have not masturbated all day 
just like you told me to...Master I'm so sorry!" 

"Slave I gave you some very simple instructions this 
morning. You. Lied.  To. Me. I am very disappointed 
in you. I have no use for a disobedient, lying slut. 
I think we are done," John said as he rose to leave. 

I was losing my master, the center of my universe. I 
had lied to him and it was all my fault. Of course he 
would catch me. My master knows me so well. He knew 
this would be hard for me. I could have made him so 
happy. Imagine if he had found me dressed like a 
whore and smelling like a slut? If I had surprised 
him with my obedience? I couldn't let it end like 
this. I had to try. 

"Please Master, I'll do anything. Just give me a 
chance. Punish me!  Discipline your slave, but don't 
leave me! I love you sir, please I love you! " 

John stared at me with cold, stern expression on his 
face for several seconds. 

"OK, I'll give you a chance, to earn the right to be 
punished. Right now you mean nothing to me. It is bad 
enough that you did not do what I told you to do. But 
you lied to me. Do you think I am a fool. One of the 
stupid little boys that you used to control? Slut I 
am your MASTER! It will not be easy to earn my trust 
back. Your crime was severe, my punishment will be 
the worst thing that has ever happened to you. I will 
show no mercy. But before you will have the 
opportunity to be punished, you must carry out my 
original instructions. I want that fucking makeup off 
of you, and I want your pussy juice rubbed into your 
hair and face.  Right now you are not my slave. You 
are just a lying Bitch. The choice is yours." 

Hearing the anger in my loving Master's voice was 
almost too much to bear. I had hurt him. I had 
betrayed my master. He had never called me a bitch 
before. It had always been Susan, slave, or sexy-
little-slut. I had to win his love back. I did not 
deserve it, but I had to try. I was making a choice, 
no more hiding, no more double life. My master would 
come first. As far as the punishment...well I guess I 
figured that if I got my master to love me again, if 
I was a good, submissive, obedient slut-slave he 
wouldn't hurt me too bad. 

"Master I love you, and I deserve any punishment you 
see fit to give. I will obey, I will submit. I am 
your property. You have the right to do anything to 
me. I trust you sir, please do not leave your little 
slave.  I need my master. I am so sorry master. I 
will do anything," I said in a quiet pleading, 
respectful voice, as tears rolled down my face. 

"Alright little whore bitch, let's get started. It 
occurred to me that since I can't trust you, I don't 
know if you are wearing panties or not.  I mean it's 
not like I can take your word for it. Show me." 

We were in school. In a crowded cafeteria. We had not 
been very discreet today. There had been screaming, 
crying, and I was dressed like 5-dollar crack whore. 
My 28 yr old Master was sitting across from me. It 
felt like everyone was looking. I knew they weren't 
but still... 

"Yes Master, let me show you." 

Slowly I unzipped my jeans and pulled up my shirt to 
just over my belly button. I was sitting down and the 
table blocked the view of most people. If Master 
looked quickly maybe nobody would see. 

"Stand up, show me."

I slowly got up. Master slid his chair back and 
indicated that I was to stand between his legs. 
Slowly I raised my shirt and the gapped open jeans 
revealed the tops of my pubic hair. I felt so exposed 
standing there. I could not help blushing. Anyone who 
looked closely could see me. I kept my eyes on my 
master. How far would he take this? Would he strip me 
naked in front of everyone? Would he make me fuck him 
right here. That would teach me a lesson. I felt my 
cunt begin to drip at the thought. My god how this 
man could turn me on, could play with me. As much as 
a small part of me sometimes rebelled-I knew that 
when master pushed me, he expanded my sexual 
pleasure. 

Yes he was doing it primarily to please himself...but 
he also made sure I would enjoy the experience.  John 
was such a good master. But he was still angry with 
me.  "Reach in your pussy and spread your bitch juice 
on you face." I started shaking. I could not seem to 
make myself do what master had ordered.  Someone 
would see! Oh, if only I had listened to master. I 
could have done this in the privacy of my own room. 
It was my fault for defying him. I tried my best to 
slide a finger into my pussy as surreptitiously as 
possible. I rubbed it into my cheek and looked at 
John. He seemed puzzled. 

"Do it again, this time get a lot on your finger and 
hold it up so I can see." 

I wanted to obey him but I knew I would fail. My 
pussy was almost dry. I had cleaned my girl cum out 
in the bathroom just before master called. I had to 
tell him. 

"Master...there is no more. I have been cumming all 
day, and was smelling really bad so...I went to the 
bathroom and cleaned it all out.  I am sorry master." 

I knew Master was furious, but his face never showed 
it. He did not like it when a disobedient slave 
thwarted his plans. 

"Do you expect me to BELIEVE you? Should I just TAKE 
your word for it?

Put my hands in your pussy and I will check for 
myself." 

It was humiliating. Not so much what master was 
telling me to do(although that was bad enough), but 
why he felt he had to. My master did not trust me. He 
thought I might look him in the eye, while standing 
between his legs-and disrespectfully lie to him. I 
was Jonathan Pressman's slave! There is dignity in 
that, honor. I had the love and trust of kind and 
powerful man. But I had lost it...no I had pissed it 
away. Every time he questioned my honesty, my 
loyalty, my obedience-my love it physically hurt me, 
because I knew how much it must have hurt him to do 
so. I would get his trust back. I would earn the 
right to be his little slut again. I could not wait 
to prove myself to him. 

If he wanted me naked in my High School 
cafeteria...oh god I would do it. I reached out and 
took my master's right hand and put it down the front 
of my jeans. His hand felt so hot as his fingers 
wriggled about feeling for the entrance to my vagina. 
Master's expression was cool and detached. He was not 
doing this for my pleasure. This was almost a medical 
exam. He simply wanted to evaluate how juicy I was. 

"Follow me Susan." 

Apparently I had been upgraded from bitch, because I 
had obeyed him and told the truth. But if the truth 
be known in some ways it was worse.  This man is not 
my boyfriend, we are not equals. Yes I love him, and 
I know he is fond of me; but I preferred to 
acknowledge his dominance over me by calling him 
master. In public it was sometimes necessary to use 
our given names. When he called me Susan it was 
usually an attempt to disguise what we really were-a 
slave and her loving master. I guess having master 
call me Susan was a little better than Bitch, but it 
was still a reminder that because of my disobedience 
our relationship had changed.

Master led and I followed. 

He took me into the boy's bathroom. He just walked 
right in, smiled at the nerd who was washing his 
hands, and escorted me in to the large handicapped 
stall. 

"Get naked now." 

I could not tell if anyone else was outside the 
stall, but I knew better than to keep master waiting. 
I pulled my pants down and my shirt off.  Master sat 
down on the toilet and said, "Feed me your breasts." 

I stood close to him and leaned over his face. I held 
my right tit up to his face and mashed it tight 
against his mouth. John breathed and sniffed my tit 
for several seconds before greedily devouring it. He 
lovingly licked the underside before settling in on 
my nipples. Master nibbled and sucked me hard. His 
arms circled my waist and he hugged me tight. After a 
while he started playing with my pussy while sucking 
my tits. It was too much. 

"Master please you have to stop or I will come, 
please master I am trying to be your good little 
slave. Master you are making me feel too good, oh god 
master stop or I will cum!" I wailed in desperation.  
"That's ok Susan, you have permission to cum. I want 
you to catch every drop and rub it in your hair. Cum 
for me now!" 

I did. I had wanted to do this all day. I came all 
over master's hands and cupped my hands underneath 
his as best I could to catch it. I rubbed my pussy 
juice all over my hair. When master pulled out of my 
cunt I grabbed his hand, and lovingly rubbed it on my 
face and licked and kissed it clean. Master actually 
smiled at me. 

"Hello slave," his deep voice rumbled and echoed in 
the bathroom stall.  I started crying when he 
addressed me by my proper title. I was his slave 
again! 

"Thank you master-oh-sweet-master, your-slave-loves-
you!" I babbled as I clutched his arm to me. 

He pulled me into his lap and held me for a few 
minutes. I was naked in the boy's filthy bathroom and 
I was happy and content to be in my master's arms. 

Master played with my breasts and smelled my hair. 

"You smell like a hot little fuck-slut but...you 
don't smell like MY property yet. Stand up 
slave...good. I am pulling my pants down...for the 
next 30 seconds you may put my dick in any hole on 
your body. Go!" 

I wasted a couple of seconds trying to gently line 
his dick up to my cunt. It was taking too long. I 
grabbed master's fat cock and stuffed it into my 
pussy as I straddled his lap. I felt so full as he 
stretched my slippery cunt. I tingled and itched all 
over and only my Master's hot dick could bring me 
relief. How long did I have left? I did not know as I 
slammed myself over and over on to John's hard beef 
meat. 

"My master, my master, my master; fuck, fuck, fuck me 
MASTER, Fuck your SLAVE'S PUSSY RAW!" I screamed as I 
lost control and ground myself harder and harder on 
his cock. Master was saying something but the words 
did not register as I pounded him into me. Suddenly 
he lifted me off of his dick and threw me hard 
against the bathroom door. 

"Damnit Slave no means no! When I tell you to stop 
you STOP! I said you get 30 seconds and that is what 
I fucking meant. Now get on your knees and suck my 
balls. I am going to cum all over your pretty little 
face. I want my scent on you for the rest of the day. 
Now suck, Susie-slut, suck." 

The bell rang signaling the end of 4th period. I could 
hear boys  in the bathroom now using the other stalls 
and urinal. I started sucking my master's balls and 
tried to block everything else out. I wanted to see 
if I could swallow them. I licked and kissed his sac 
for about a minute.  Master was shivering. I must 
have really got to him, cuz he usually tried not to 
show any emotion during sex. It made me feel so good 
to make my master squirm and writhe under me. I did 
not even mind having my chin resting on the toilet, 
or the smell of urine that surrounded me. I sucked 
and kissed master's fat cock and heavy balls. 

Finally he grabbed my face and pressed his dick up 
against my nostrils. Load after salty load went up my 
nose and dripped down my face. I knelt before him and 
waited until he finished. The last few shots he 
pressed against my eyelids. I opened my eyes and 
could see the world through my master's cum. When he 
recovered he used his dick like a paintbrush and 
rubbed his cum-cream into my face. I know I looked 
shiny and sticky now, but soon there would be a layer 
of cum-crust. 

"Now there is my pretty little slave. You have never 
looked or smelt better. This is how you belong. I am 
tempted to make you walk down that hallway naked and 
cum stained. Do you think you could make it to my car 
before some horny teenage boy grabbed you and raped 
you. Maybe a couple of lesbo cheerleaders  would see 
your fat naked ass wagging at them and tackle you, 
spread you open and lick that wet pussy of yours. 
Don't blame them. You are made to be a rape-slut. 
Hmm...it is tempting....but for now I think I like it 
that I am the only one who gets to know all of your 
secrets; the little dimples in your ass. Only your 
master should knows how sloppy your cunt gets.  How 
you whimper and moan and sometimes cry as you cum. 
You have pleased me slave. You will be punished for 
lying to me-but I will keep you." 

"Master...thank you. I love you so much, but 
master...can I ask you a favor.  I know I don't 
deserve it but... Master you did not cum in my mouth. 
Anyone who sees me today will know I belong to you, 
if anyone touches me they will see how hot and wet I 
am, If anyone asks me why I look this way, they will 
hear me say that my master wanted me to. I cannot lie 
anymore. If anyone smells me they will know what I 
am. Master I want to taste you in my mouth. If I 
breathe on someone they should smell your cum. Please 
master, will you cum in my mouth?" 

"Yes little one, open your mouth and I will fuck it 
for you. But we have to hurry, I have stayed too 
long. " 

Master's cock was already hard and he did not take 
long. His thumb was in my pussy and his forefinger 
was up my ass, the whole time I sucked him. We came 
together. I did not swallow right away. I swished and 
gargled his juices in my mouth. Then I blew little 
sperm bubbles.  Finally I drank his load, and was 
content. 

Master and I got dressed. I looked at myself in the 
mirror and could not help but blush. I looked like a 
15-yr-old's wet dream. Everyone would know I had been 
freshly fucked. I would be the talk of the school. I 
wondered if they would call my parents. My reputation 
as a bright, quiet girl was over. Forever. I would 
not have chosen to come out of the closet like this. 
But...that's the whole point. My master makes these 
decisions for me. I just had to learn to accept it. 
As we walked down the hallway, and out to his car, 
arm in arm he smiled at me. 

"You handle discipline very well slave, I am going to 
enjoy punishing you. Sometime in the next week you 
will be severely punished. Your life may never be the 
same afterwards. Now give me a kiss. Don't play with 
your pussy  until I see you again." 

Master got in his car and drove away. I love my 
master and would do my best to please him no matter 
what, but...I am not masochistic. I do not enjoy pain 
so master's threat made me very uncomfortable. As I 
walked back inside I could not help but imagine the 
terrible, sexual things my master would do to me. 

John knows me too well. He knows how to break me if 
he wants to. I love him so much. Sometimes he can be 
wonderful, so tender it almost makes me cry. However 
there was no denying that my master cold also be 
cold, unrelenting and well; almost cruel at times. If 
you flipped his switch, if you set him off, under the 
right circumstances, my master is dangerous. It was 
buried most of the time beneath a layer of deep,  
cool smoothness...but John could be one mean, nasty 
mother fucking asshole if you pissed him off. I love 
my master, but I know him. And I was scared. 

I was really scared. 

I thought back to the start of our relationship; of 
some of the mind-bending, limit shattering fantasy 
scenarios that he had warned me I would eventually 
have to endure if I wanted to be his slave. We had 
been together since I was 14 yrs old. I was a virgin 
when we met. Oh I had flirted with guys, I am a 
playful cock tease at heart. I'm glad I waited for 
master to train me how to have sex. At first he was a 
kind and patient master. He was so gentle. He eased 
me into sex, coaxed me into slavery. For many months 
he was my "Man or my Lover," (he never let me call 
him my boyfriend). Kissing, petting, sucking, oral 
and finally vaginal-master taught it all to me. He 
loved stripping me and just playing with my body for 
hours, making me cum over and over. He would bring me 
right to the edge of orgasm and then ask me to do or 
say something for him before he would give me 
release.

I was terrified the first time he pulled out a 
Polaroid camera when I was naked. I had to cum so 
badly and he insisted I let him take my picture-so I 
let him.  Over the next 3 weeks the poses he ordered 
me into grew more and more explicit, the things he 
made me do were...nasty. Soon we moved from 
Polaroid's to video cameras. One day he asked me to 
pretend I was a hot little slave who would do 
anything to please her master. He taped me for hours. 
It was like he was taking a piece of my will with 
every picture, every cassette. 

"Susan, spread your legs, wider...wider slut. Now 
look at the camera.  Beg me to fuck you, louder you 
sweet little kitty cat, mmm finger yourself...scream 
my name slut. Good lick your juices off your 
hand...very nice little slut, such a good girl. Come 
sit on my lap and I'll fuck that slick little cunt of 
yours, you earned it. You've made me very happy." 

I was 15 years old when I called John "Master" for 
the first time.  Slowly it stopped being a role, it 
became a way of life. It felt so natural, so obvious 
that this man was dominant to me. He can make me do 
things that I would never dream of doing for any  
Things that would never even occur to me .I love 
surrendering myself to him. His wants, his needs, his 
slightest whim-it stimulated me sexually to obey him. 
But it is more than just the sex. As our relationship 
deepened he became the only thing that really 
mattered to me. Don't get me wrong I loved my mom and 
little sister. I even loved my dad, though he could 
be a pompous ass sometimes. But nobody compared to 
how I loved John. It was almost...religious at times. 
You know what I mean-Joan of arc, hang me on a cross, 
walk across some hot coals-I'd die for him, kind of 
love. 

I think the very real need to keep our relationship 
secret from everyone, made it more exciting. We have 
to work at it, plan our time together. I almost never 
get to sleep in his bed, in his arms they way I want. 
Every moment is stolen, budgeted-precious. I used to 
have a couple of close friends but we have drifted. 
How can I justify spending time with my friends, when 
I could be with my master? Oh we still hang sometimes 
but , to be honest they seemed so fucking silly, 
nattering on about going to the mall, what boy they 
had gone to second base with, or how cool the 
Backstreet Boys are. I am sorry but I just could not 
relate. 

I found myself spending more and more time when I 
couldn't be with John, online in D/s chatrooms, or 
cruising the erotic story sites. It felt good to talk 
to people who understood, who got "it." I talk to 
this one guy named Jaz a lot. I hope he won't mind it 
if I mention his name to all of you.  He is deeply 
weird, but funny too and it was good to have someone 
who wouldn't judge me, shit couldn't judge me. His 
life was too fucked up for that. I don't know 
anything personal about him really. What's his real 
name? How old is he, what he does for a living, is he 
married, race, religion, cock size-nothing. 

It's funny how the Internet can make you feel close 
to someone when deep down you know you shouldn't. But 
we are able to talk about things I could never tell 
my so-called friends, or family. Things my master 
"Won't" talk to me about. Jaz travels a lot though, 
and is gone a week or more at a time so...that's why 
I'm posting this letter. I can't sit around waiting 
for Mr. Jaz to cruise back in town. I need help now. 

It had been 2 days since Master had visited me in 
school. He had not called or given me permission to 
masturbate. I was convinced that if I disobeyed him, 
somehow he would know. So I decided to be a 
good(horny) little slave and wait for master to let 
me cum. I was online a lot, looking at the nastiest, 
sluttiest sex sites I could find. Jaz went out of 
town Wed, but he had sent me a copy of his free 
story/pic list. Lord knows I have a kink or two in my 
personality, but I found myself wondering just how 
sick Jaz really was. I mean there were links to the 
most perverted, downright filthy stories I had ever 
heard of. I'd guess there are over 70,000 stories on 
the list, with about 4,000 nasty pics thrown in just 
for fun. 

Did I mention, Jaz writes Rape/Incest stories too. I 
had read a few of his before and liked his 
power/dominant themes.  But during this 2-day torture 
master imposed, I decided to read all 17 of Jaz's 
stories at once. It was...hypnotic. His stories 
painted a world in which betrayal lurked around every 
corner. Girls my age were raped without mercy, as 
were grown men, lesbians and others. I had 
masturbated while reading stories before, but Jaz did 
something to my pussy. It burned, and itched and 
dribbled small flows of my juices-without me laying a 
finger on it! That had never happened before. I could 
obey my master's orders and still get some relief. I 
was still hyper excited, and in need of my master's 
thick cock but believe me Jaz you were a lifesaver. 
Two days became four. I went to bed early Friday. My 
sister had a violin recital, but I said I was sick so 
my parents would go without me. It had been 4 
fucking, days since master had fucked me. I had sent 
master pictures of me naked with my pussy glistening, 
and spread. I e-mailed him every day and begged him 
to come fuck me, or at least let me call him. All I 
got was an e-mail that said: 

"Patience Slave, SOON." 

I was leaking almost all the time now. My nipples 
were constantly erect.  I had actually taped a piece 
of cotton to each nipple so they would not show. I 
was cranky, irritable, and need to fuck. It wasn't 
just the lack of sex that was bothering me. I needed 
my master to dominate me, to subjugate me. I wanted 
him to test me, to let me prove my loyalty and 
obedience. What really hurt though was I knew my 
master sure as shit was not going 4 days without sex. 
How many slaves did he have. I knew for a fact that 
he had at least one girlfriend. Beth(I hate that 
fucking bitch) was not his slave. I try not to be 
jealous but it is so hard. She calls him John, or 
honey. She pouts and whines and demands things of 
him-and he lets her. Master told me that one day he 
would give me to Beth as a present. That I would have 
to eat her pussy that she could beat me, play with me 
any way she wanted to. She might make me fuck another 
man, a hundred men, and I would have no choice. 

I cried and begged master not to give me to her. It 
was terrifying, it hung over my head like a sword. 
Sometimes he would let her play with my tits through 
my shirt. She really got off on squeezing, and 
pinching me. Beth knew I did not belong to her  she 
had no right touching me, except the rights master 
gave her. I have no lesbian tendencies. Master knows 
this but he does not care. Once he made me let her 
kiss me. Beth forced me to sit in her lap and suck 
her tongue. I knew she wanted to fuck me, to rape me.  
Master actually let her strip me and spread me on the 
bed. I was sobbing uncontrollably. 

"That's right you dirty little bitch, you are mine 
now. I can't wait to break you. Cry all you want it 
won't help. John is my man, and I'm tired of him 
sleeping with a cheap slut like you. Spread your legs 
you dumb fuck I want to see what you taste like 
before I shove my fist up your pussy." 

I could not believe what I was hearing, my brain just 
started shutting down. I felt so betrayed. Master was 
letting her do this to me.  Hot, bitter tears fell on 
my naked breasts as I felt her begin mauling me. Beth 
spread my legs wide apart.  It only lasted for a 
second. 

"You have overstepped yourself Beth. Take your hands 
off my slave. I am her master and I will not let you 
hurt her. Leave us. I will talk to you tomorrow. " 

Master was furious, and Beth knew it. She left 
without a word. Not many people are brave enough to 
face my master when he is angry. I felt a body cover 
me and was so happy when I opened m eyes and it was 
my sweet master. He was so gentle that night, and 
made me cum over and over. That was one of the few 
times he let me cuddle with him after and sleep in 
his bed for the whole night. 

"Such a good little slave, you would have let her 
rape you. I know you submitted because you love me. I 
am very proud of you. But...you are not quite ready 
for that step. One day though, I will give you to 
her. You will not cry, or beg, you will submit. Get 
used to it Susan, you must learn your place. You are 
property. She is my girlfriend. I will not let her be 
cruel to you but you will service Beth. But not 
tonight little one, not tonight." 

I laid in his arms and cried myself to sleep. I don't 
think I can convey how it feels to know for a 
certainty that you will be raped. Possibly more than 
once, by a woman who takes pleasure in humiliating 
you. I could not help wondering if Beth would be my 
punishment. Could I do it?  Could I really submit, 
humbly, respectfully to the bitch I hated; to the 
woman I was forced to share my master with? I was 
thinking of that very question when I drifted off to 
sleep on Friday. 

I had been having vivid wet dreams all week. I was 
semi conscious and could almost swear a large pair of 
hands were running over my naked body. Slowly they 
moved lower, and peeled my pussy apart. I felt a 
sharp stab and became fully alert. Someone was in my 
room! This was not a dream! I was blindfolded in my 
own bed and could feel the weight of another person 
in my bed. He was finger fucking my pussy rapidly. I 
could hear my juices sloshing around and his 
breathing was loud to my ears. I was scared, I wanted 
to scream for help. My dad has a gun. Then it struck 
me-what if the rapist had a weapon too. I could get 
my father killed. A second later another thought hit 
me. What if this was my punishment? What if this 
rapist was in fact my master? 

"Oh my god I could get my master killed, or arrested 
if I scream."

If there was any chance that this was John I had to 
be quiet. 

"Master is that you? Is this my punishment?" I 
whispered without seeing. 

The man stopped playing with my pussy, and went back 
to my tits. His hands covered both of them and he 
began pulling first one then the other, like he was 
milking a cow. 

"Master please, you know I'll do whatever you want, 
but I have to know, Sir is that you? Please Master I 
need you so bad tell me-are you my master?" 

"Yeah, sure kid I'm your master, and I'm gunna fuck 
ya real good, " a gruff, growly, scratchy voice 
informed me. 

"Uh, sir you don't sound like my master, and why have 
you blindfolded me? Can I please see your face just 
for a minute so I know it is you?  Then you can do 
whatever you want to me, please Master, I need to be 
sure it is you. " 

"Slut, this is a test. You should know your master 
even if you are blindfolded. You should instinctively 
obey me no matter how I sound. You have been a 
naughty slave and I have always wanted to Rape you. 
Obey me and I will not hurt you much. I am your 
master bitch!" Bitch, he called me bitch! It was my 
master and this was clearly the punishment he had 
promised. Master did have several rape fantasies and 
had even made me give him a key to our house so he 
could break in and rape me under my parent's noses. 
It would not be pleasant but I did deserve to be 
punished, and I was so grateful not to be turned over 
to that sick bitch Beth for a lesbo rape, I wanted to 
show my gratitude. I was horny as hell and trusted 
master completely. If he wanted to fulfill his rape 
fantasy who was I to deny him. 

"Anything you want master, please fuck me. Please 
fuck your little slave. I need you so bad master, and 
I am sooo horny. I'll do anything." 

"Um ok, great. Is thee anyone else in the house. How 
quiet do we have to be?" 

"Well my parents and my little sister, but their 
bedrooms are upstairs and at the other end of the 
house." 

"Alright, uh how about you spread your legs and let 
me taste you, ok?" I got on the bed immediately and 
spread my legs wide. Master fumbled around a little 
bit while he got comfortable, but soon his face was 
buried deep in my snatch. He was licking and slurping 
and stabbing my clit with his tongue. He grabbed the 
backs of my thighs and butt and lifted my crotch 
right up against his mouth. 

" Oh god you taste so good baby, so sweet. I love it, 
I'm going to lick you dry. Oh shit you are so hot. Do 
you like my tongue in your pussy you tasty little 
slut....can you feel me moving around inside you?" 

I could feel him just fine. I was so horny after 4 
days of no sex it did not take very long. 

"Oh master stop, please I'm going to cum, I can't 
help it master, I'm so sorryeeee!" 

I wrapped my legs tight around master's head and 
fucked his face as I came, and gushed all over him. 
Oh my god I came before master, and without 
permission! That was one of the first lessons I had 
learned.  Master owned my pussy. I had no right to 
cum without his say so. As I laid in my bed gasping 
for air I could not help but think how strange master 
was acting. My master was usually so calm and in 
control during sex. He never asked me questions he 
just fucked me---in any way that he saw fit. Maybe 
this was all part of the rape fantasy though. 
Apparently tonight master wanted to pretend he was a 
normal guy who was raping a young girl. He did not 
seem to mind or even notice my faux-pause in cuming 
before him. It was strange, but like always master 
turned me on.  I never dreamed of questioning him, at 
least not at that point. My body was tingling and I 
felt this electric buzz. I knew that I was on the 
brink of a massive series of orgasms. I needed my 
master's fat cock so bad, I had to get this cum out 
of me. 

"Climb in my lap baby I want you to taste your juices 
from my lips." 

I scrambled up in master's lap and we sat face to 
face. He began licking and kissing me. John tasted 
like cinnamon, and spices. As I sucked his tongue I 
wondered what he had been eating(besides me). He had 
never tasted or smelled like this before. I felt his 
cock bumping around at the entrance of my vagina. 

When is he going to fuck me?!" I thought to myself. 
  I was surprised at how long he was taking. Sure my 
master liked playing with me AFTER we fucked, but 
usually our first time was hot and hard and nasty and 
FAST.  Not tonight. Master kissed and sucked on my 
nipples for a few minutes and then rolled me over 
flat on my back. I put my arms over my head and 
spread my legs wide. Now he had his tongue in my 
belly button. Master had of course kissed me there 
before but never like this. It went on for several 
minutes. His tongue just kept poking my belly, 
licking and sticking it in over and over. Each time 
it went in my stomach clenched and rippled in 
delight. A stream of my fluids were trickling down my 
leg. It was very frustrating. My hands were almost 
shaking from my prolonged hyper-excited state. 

"Please master, fuck me now. I can't take it. " 

"Oh sure thing, I guess you are wet enough...I want 
you to enjoy it.  Let me know if I am going to fast. 
God you are so beautiful. Peel your lips open for 
me...now guide me in...ahhh. Slowly he sank deep in 
my pussy. It felt so good, so warm to be 
filled....something was strange though. My master had 
a short thick, beefy cock. Usually my tiny pussy was 
stuffed and scraped in all directions at once. I 
guess I must have been so slippery that it did not 
feel as full. Apparently he was stroking me pretty 
hard though because it felt like he was going deeper 
than he ever had before. 

"Oh you sweet little cunt, gonna fuck you, gonna fuck 
you good. Cum for me baby, oh yeah. Going to make you 
pregnant, so hot, so wet. Oh god I love it, I love 
your little pussy. Sorry baby I can't help it your 
making me cum! Take it slut, take my cum and like 
IT!" 

Master came inside me. He almost never did that. He 
enjoyed cumming on my face, in my eyes, up my nose. I 
can't remember when we last had missionary, vanilla, 
cum in my pussy sex. It was...odd. As good as it 
felt, all the praise, and politeness was throwing me 
off. "I want you to enjoy it"?!! What the fuck was 
that? I knew master was just playing with my head. If 
I could see his face I know he would have that 
mocking grin, which said he was in complete control. 
Oh how he must be laughing at my confusion. Master 
knew precisely what it took to bring me to orgasm, so 
he must want to keep me on the brink. He was probably 
laughing at how desperate I was to cum. It was cruel, 
but then again this was not sex. It was punishment. I 
would do my best to take it. John did not roll off of 
me. He kept me pinned beneath him and kissed me, and 
stroked my hair. 

"You made me feel so good little girl. You are the 
best. I need you again. Get on your stomach and I'll 
give you a massage." The more he talked in that odd 
scratch voice the less aroused I became.  It was nice 
to be praised occasionally, but this was just weird. 
Now he wanted to give me a massage? I guess it was 
supposed to, I don't know-give me pleasure. Frankly 
all I wanted was for master to slide into me from 
behind and powerfuck me till I cried, and came and 
dripped snot all over my bed. 

Instead I was being massaged. It did feel kind of 
good in a way as master's strong hands rubbed my neck 
and shoulders. He played with my rib cage and dug his 
fingers under me to cup my tits. I could feel his 
cock get hard again as his hands reached my ass. At 
first he was very gentle, almost shy as he handled my 
butt. slowly he became bolder. 

"I love your tattoo, he said referring to the 
{MASTER"S - slave} he had ordered me to get shortly 
after I acknowledged him as my Dominant. He mashed 
and kneaded my cheeks for a couple of minutes. He 
kept pulling me wide apart. I could feel a breeze on 
my exposed asshole. He was blowing on my asshole! 
Then he started sniffing it. 

"This ass is perfect! It looks delicious, it smells 
wonderful...I gotta see how it tastes." 

John ripped my cheeks as far apart as they would go 
and then stuck his tongue up my asshole. He was 
slobbering and drooling and worming his tong all 
around. Every once in a while he took a long doggie 
lick starting at my upper thigh, between my buns and 
stopping at the small of my back. I had to admit it 
felt amazing. If he would just do it a little longer 
I would be able to cum-hard. I was on all fours and 
began wiggling, and humping my ass back to meet him. 
I was holding myself apart for him now and starting 
to enjoy myself again. 

"Ok bitch you're wet enough now. Hold that pose for 
me you little butt slut." 

"Huh, whaddya meaannnn! OW!!! John what are you 
doing, you promised not to fuck me in the ass again 
until I got bigger! Please god don't do this! Last 
time I was bleeding for a week. I thought I would 
have to go to the hospital! Master you promised! You 
are too big for my tiny little ass." I cried out in 
fear and disbelief. 

Master had been so scared for me when I had started 
bleeding the one time we tried anal sex. I don't 
think any guy likes seeing his dick covered in blood, 
and dripping shit. Master's thick dick had almost 
caused me serious damage. I was 14 then so the 
doctors would have reported it to my parents if I had 
gone to the hospital. I'm sure they(and the police) 
would have wanted to know how a 14 yr old  gets her 
ass split.  Master could have been arrested, and our 
relationship over. We had both agreed never to do 
this again-at least not until I was much older, and 
with plenty of lubrication. As I felt my Master's 
dick sliding into me I kept waiting for the searing 
blast of mind-fucking pain that was sure to come. It 
never did. 

Somehow...Master fit. 

It was hard to believe my asshole had grown so much 
in only a year and a half, but I guess it must have. 
Oh it was not pleasant at first, but it was nowhere 
near as bad as it had been the first time. I felt 
really full, and knew if Master wanted too, if he 
went just a little deeper it would hurt. But he 
didn't He slowly worked me into a rhythm and let me 
adjust to his cock in my ass. 

"Shit baby, so good, so fucking good. Ummm, you are 
so tight, I could fuck your sweet ass all night. How 
does-uh, that, uh fell you hot little butt-slut. Take 
my cock bitch, take my cock, cum for me little girl, 
cum for me while I fuck this gorgeous ass." Master 
ordered as he pounded my ass hard. 

His hands were playing with my tits and cunt, and 
rubbing my clit. It was too much for me to take all 
at once. 

"I'm cuming master, oh god feels so good, fuck me, 
please don't stop.  You own my ass, you own me. I 
missed you so much master. Punish your slut, rape me 
all you want, anytime you want. I can't help it, I'm 
your slave, what can I do?" 

Little orgasms were pouring out of me now, master's 
hands were slick with my juices. He began feeding it 
to me. I was still cumming as I licked my master's 
hand clean. He gave one last brutal thrust and held 
it at the bottom of me, as warm sticky blasts of his 
sperm cleansed my ass. Feeling master spurt, hearing 
him scream, and clutch at me, holding on for dear 
life, sent me over the edge at last. The tears 
started coming as I rode out a prolonged major 
orgasm. I drifted off to sleep with John's warm dick 
still in my ass and his hot cum cooling inside me. 

I was not out for long. Master was just getting off 
the bed. I reached up to take my blindfold off but he 
stopped me. 

"No! Slave we are not done. You have done very well 
tonight, but now it is time for you to be punished. 
Do you trust me? Will you obey your master? I am 
going to give you a command. There will be no 
discussion.  You are my slave. And. You. Will. Do. 
It. " This was it. Either I loved this man or I did 
not. Either I trusted my master not to hurt me, or 
what was the fucking point. He is my MASTER, I am his 
slave. 

"I will obey you Master, always." 

"Take off your blindfold, Go upstairs, and bring your 
little sister to me. Now. I promise, I will not hurt 
her." 

I could not believe what I had just heard. 

My mouth went dry, and it felt like everything was in 
slow motion. I could hear a rushing sound in my ears 
as I stood up and removed my blindfold. Master was 
sitting beside my bed, dressed all in black, and 
wearing a ski mask. He looked so menacing, so 
demanding, so dominant I instinctively went into 
autopilot and obeyed him. I did not understand why he 
wanted me to bring Shauna to him, but I would do it. 
I promised myself though nothing bad would happen to 
her. I would be in the room and if something went 
wrong, I would protect her. I slipped a robe on and 
left my room without a word. It was 2 in the morning, 
everyone was asleep. As I climbed the stairs I came 
up with a plan to lure my 14 yr old sister to my 
room. 

"Psst Shauna, wake up...come on sleepy head you have 
got to come with me, I need your help, but be quiet." 

My sister was groggy and confused as I pulled her up 
out of bed. She staggered behind me as I led her to 
my room and closed the door. 

"Susan I'm sleepy, why'd you make me come down 
hermmpf!" Shauna screamed as Master snuck up behind 
her and taped he mouth shut. 

"Shh Shauna don't be scared I'm right here. Just be 
good and do what he says, and everything will be ok." 

Master ordered me to put my blindfold back on and 
then surprised me by handcuffing me to the chair. 

"Master, I brought her, Please sir what are you going 
to do to her. She is my baby sister...don't scare 
her, Please!" 

Master patted me on the head and then fondled my 
breasts for a few seconds. 

"Such a good little slave. I want to see your 
sister's body. I am going to look at her, but I will 
not touch her. No matter what you hear, I expect you 
to sit in that chair and be quiet. Is that clear?" 
What else could I do but trust my master? 

"Yes Master," I said in a submissive tone. 

John did not say a word the rest of the night. I was 
blindfolded. I could hear my bed creak, and soon 
heard Shauna's muffled screams. There was heavy 
breathing and what sounded like  slapping. Shauna was 
begging and then keening and crying. It went on for 
about 20 minutes and then it was quiet. The only 
sound I could hear was Shauna's pitiful sniffles. 

"Master!, master where are you? Is it over, please 
untie me!." 

Master did not answer, he was already gone. 


EPILOUGE 

The next morning my parents found us. I was still 
handcuffed to the chair, and blindfolded. Shauna was 
spread naked on my bed and gagged and tied to the 
frame. Clearly she was in shock. She refused to speak 
and would not even look at me. The Doctors all claim 
she has been raped, that we both have. I knew there 
was no way I could explain what really happened, so I 
just went along with their theory. Obviously 
something had happened to Shauna. I was afraid to 
contact master with the police and my parents 
watching so closely. It was 3 days before he called. 

"Hello slut. It has been a week, and you have not had 
sex or masturbated. You should be horny enough to 
appreciate Beth now. Meet me tomorrow at 7pm and your 
punishment will begin." 

Well that's my story. I don't know if the man I had 
sex with last night was my master or some creep who 
tricked me and raped me. Master had said the 
punishment would be the worst thing that had ever 
happened to me. He was certainly capable of setting 
mind traps to confuse me. He would enjoy my 
frustration and doubt. Not knowing was horrible. Had 
I sacrificed my sister to a rapist? 

My god if I had really had sex with another man, even 
by accident I would have to tell John. I would have 
to look him in the eye and admit that I was such a 
poor slave, I did not even know my master's touch, 
smell, taste, voice. The more I replayed events the 
more I thought maybe it wasn't my master, maybe I had 
been raped. I should have fought to the death to 
prevent another man from taking what belonged t my 
master. How could I tell him what I had done?  Please 
help me. I can't think clearly about this. I am 
posting this to some of the story sites Jaz uses. 
Tell me what you think. Was I raped, how about my 
sister? Should I tell my master, or is he just 
messing with my head. Master ordered me to meet him 
and Beth tonight. Should I go? 

If John really did rape my sister after promising not 
to...I don't know if I can accept that. I don't know 
if I can forgive that. My family is devastated. My 
sister must hate me, she will never be the same. How 
does a slave leave her master? 

If John did this to me, to us-then I am no longer his 
slave, and I hate him. But if he is innocent then I 
have betrayed him.  Mr. Jaz I need some advice now. 
You said you won't be back in town till next week, 
and are not checking e-mail. When I post this I am 
asking the story sites to put it on your page. I am 
hoping you will get horny on your trip and visit one 
of your own pages. If you see it please contact me. 
We have never talked before but...You know what state 
I live in, so you can find the area code. The rest of 
my # is 345-2469. 

Mr. Jaz please call me. I need help, if you care 
about me at all, you will call. 

If I don't hear from you by tomorrow night, I will 
let Beth have me.  Maybe If I let her rape me, if I 
submit to her every sick desire, my master will tell 
me if he raped my Sister. 

If anyone can think of a better plan please e-mail me 
through Jaz's account. 

Susan Robiniwitz 
Feb 6th 2,000 


AUTHOR'S NOTE 
How does a guy become "deeply weird"? 

Well opinions vary but usually there are several 
societal factors.  Parental oddities, stress, strict 
religious upbringing, and a couple of freak nasty 
girlfriends are usually involved.  Oh yeah, and lots 
of us enjoy some downright filthy porn. In my case 
though my first exposure to the dark side was a 
poorly translated French film on Cinemax, called 
"Submission." I remember it clearly. It was one of 
those free promotional weekends. I was 13 or 14 and 
was downstairs in the dark soaking up the action. 
I've seen a ton of porn since that movie but none of 
it affected me the way this did. 

Watching this 30 something mother's helpless descent 
into sexual submission  was intoxicating. She 
resisted her master's dark fantasies as long as she 
could but it was a losing proposition. From walking 
naked down a public street, to allowing him to fondle 
her in secret while she helped customers it just kept 
escalating.  His final demand was for her to 
surrender her young teenage virgin daughter. 

I won't ruin it for you in case anyone decides to 
rent it(Blockbuster used to carry it, mine does not 
but it is in their "movie book," so maybe yours 
does). 

I filed the movie away, grew up and did not really 
dwell on Dom/Slave Master/Subs.  Then a young 
submissive asked me to write a story about her 
master's rape fantasies. So here it is. 

Two housekeeping notes. Please don't ask me to custom 
write you a story.

I do one a year and she beat you to it. 

As always this is not a true story.  It's just a 
fucking story that was fun to write. Jerk off to it 
if you like. share it with a loved one, but if you 
think you need to try some of this shit for real, get 
some help.  The KKK, Black Panthers and the NRA can 
refer you to some excellent assistance programs. 
There, now I can rest easy. 

Drop me a line at jaz1701@webtv.net 
Jaz 

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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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