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He ends up running a remote clinic for people who don't want any questions asked. In return, he gets to take revenge on his accusers. These experiences change a kind and caring physician into a cruel Master. This leads him to torture, human slavery, and breeding, and he finds he enjoys it. He begins to build his own menagerie of women. (MF, FF, nc, v, tor, bd, asphx, scat, ws, asian) *** PART 2 6. Little Piggy Awakes 7. Bath Time For Big Piggy 8. Fine Day for a Reunion 9. She Love You Long Time 10. We Meet Again 6. Little Piggy Awakes Keiko awoke slowly, not feeling the concrete floor but instead the long-forgotten feel of satin on her naked skin. She sat up, and as the cover fell away from her brown nipples she saw she was sitting naked in a low bed with gold satin sheets, wearing only a white silk loosely knotted around her neck. It was a small bedroom, and a bathroom door off to one side. There was a large glass of orange juice and toast on the nightstand, and in a state of shock she ate it, the flavor of the juice and buttered toast delightful on her tongue after living on gruel for what seemed like months. Instead of the horrid stench of feces, her nose caught the gentle scent of lilacs. She touched her hair and discovered it had been washed and brushed. She looked to her right and saw herself in a wall mirror. She got out of bed and stood in front of it. She was in shock odd seeing herself clean again. Her legs and armpits had been shaved, along with her pubic hair. Was she dreaming? She untied the scarf and saw that her neck was red and bruised from being choked. No, it was real. She loosely retied the scarf, noticing a folded notecard on her pillow. She opened it and began reading. It was in a handwriting she knew all too well – Dr. Stern's. "Dearest Keiko, all the time we worked together, I admired you, enjoyed looking at your pretty face, and loved your demure manner. I thought your husband to be a very lucky man to have such a woman. I had a lot of anger towards you and Mrs. Akers. But I found I could not kill you - you are too beautiful to die. You did very bad things, but you were manipulated. Because of this, I have decided instead of taking your life, you should repay me in a different way. "You see I've cleaned the filth off of you with my own hands. As of this moment, you belong totally to me. You are no longer a woman, a wife or a mother. You're now my fuck slave. You will clean for me, cook for me, and give me your body whenever I desire it. You will be my nurse if I need you in the clinic. If you displease me, I will discipline you." Keiko looked at her image in the mirror again. Her skin was spotless, her hair shiny and full, free from the tangles and excrement she had grown accustomed to. She continued to read. "If you agree to all of this, do nothing. Stand in front of the mirror and don't take your eyes off your reflection. If you do not agree, sit on the edge of the bed and close your eyes. It will be over quickly." Keiko stood immobile, gazing at her own body's reflection. She had lost weight during her imprisonment, so she was looking almost emaciated. Her small breasts were even smaller, but her dark nipples were still prominent. She vacillated for a moment, but then made her decision and stayed where she was. She heard a door open to the side, and in the mirror saw Roger walk up behind her. He was wearing an expensive black silk suit, white shirt and tie, and dress shoes. She felt him finger the material of the white silk scarf. "You will always wear this scarf as a reminder that you are mine to do with as I please, and I can end your life at any time. Understand?" "Yes, Doctor." His hands came around her and cupped her breasts, his fingers gently teasing the nipples to erectness. She moaned slightly. "Who do these luscious nipples belong to?" he asked. "You, Doctor." He knelt behind her, and shifted her legs open slightly so her pussy lips were accessible. His fingers danced on the outer lips, his index finger making a slow rotation around her clit. Using his middle finger, he gently parted her moist inner lips. He felt her shudder with pleasure. He spoke in a voice that was nearly a whisper. "And whose pussy is this? And whose womb is this?" "Y-y-yours, Doctor," she whimpered. She felt his lips tracing light kisses up her spine, then her shoulders, saw their reflections in the mirror. Her face was betraying the passion she now felt. She felt his fingers slip under the silk scarf and tighten it just a little. She shivered partly out of fear, partly out of passion. His lips were now at the side of her face, and gently kissed her cheek before whispering into her ear. "Do you want me to stop, slut? We can end this now if you'd like." He tightened the scarf a little more, and she drew in a breath of fear. "No Doctor, don't stop. I want to live, I want to belong to you," she pleaded. He let go of the scarf and turned her away from the mirror to face him. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, lightly at first, then more passionately as his tongue slipped in between her lips. His hands were now on her flat breasts, gently fondling them. He whispered into her mouth as they kissed, "You were such a prim and proper woman when you were my nurse, the perfect wife and mother. You don't know how many times I wanted to trap you in the supply closet and take you right there on the floor like a cheap whore, especially when you were pregnant. You were so fucking hot." As his kisses increased in passion, his hands squeezed her tits tightly. She wrapped her arms around him and felt the silk of his suit sliding across her skin excited her even more. "Please, Doctor," she whispered. "Take me now. Take your cheap whore." Roger pulled away from her kisses and looked her in the eye. "Oh, I will," he whispered in an almost threatening tone. "From now on, Keiko, you belong to me totally. I will take you at any time, day or night, in any manner I wish. You will be completely obedient, do anything and everything I ask," he pulled slightly on the silk scarf again. "... or I promise I will finish what we started. Do you understand?" A thrill ran through her body, knowing he was now her master. "Yes, Doctor, I understand. I will obey." "Take my clothes off, slut, and fold them neatly." Keiko undressed him quickly and efficiently, deftly avoiding contact with his stiff dick. "Lay on the bed with your knees on the ground, and spread your ass cheeks with your hands." Keiko obeyed, the feel of the silk sheets against her nipples increasing her desire. She shivered again as she felt him rub the head of his cock up and down her crack, and gasped when he entered her wet pussy with one quick thrust. Then, ever so slowly, he began to move in and out. Mad with passion now she wriggled under him, thrusting her hips back to spur him on. He reached under her and found her nipples, pinching and squeezing the sensitive little buttons as his thrusts picked up speed. She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her, something she seldom had with her husband. Lust consumed her rational mind, and she lost control. The emotions from her lost family, her shame, the horror of imprisonment all came out at once and she began to weep hysterically, crying and wailing. "Aaaaaaaah! Fuck me you bastard!" she screamed, "fuck your dirty slut hard! Don't stop, please don't stop, don't make me beg! I surrendered, now give me what I deserve!" Roger's orgasm came fast and hard, his cum coating her vagina and bathing her cervix with its hot fertile seed. Out of control as he came, repeatedly roaring "You're mine! You're mine! You're mine!" She responded with animal screams of her own, thrusting back against him, not wanting him to stop. He kept pumping and pumping even after his balls had emptied themselves, finally stopping from pure exhaustion, collapsing on top of her tiny body, the sweat from both of them making their skin slippery. They lay there, both breathing hard. Roger noticed he still had a partial erection. Pulling it out of her sopping cunt, he rubbed it over her throbbing pink asshole, then pushed the head of it into her ass. Keiko gave out a squeal, but thrust back against him, moving it another inch deeper. Under this anal onslaught, Roger felt himself harden again, his firmness allowing him to penetrate even more. Keiko wailed in pain but it hurt so good! She moved farther back against him, impaling herself even deeper. When he was in as deep as he could go, he held her hips so she was stuck in this position. "Finger fuck your own pussy," Roger ordered, and he felt movement under his balls, tiny fingers obediently manipulating her clit. "I want you to come for me." The fingers moved faster and faster, and soon Keiko was shrieking as her body suddenly stiffened, another intense orgasm sweeping over her with Roger's dick firmly implanted in her rectum. He pulled of her asshole and rolled her onto her back. She was still recovering from her orgasm, her breath ragged and her chest heaving. Spreading her legs wide, he moved down and covered her labia with tiny kisses, then used his tongue to tease her clit. Her legs began to shake with excitement. "Whose pussy is this?" he asked. "Yours, Doctor," she replied. "All yours. You are my owner and my master." He moved up over her body, lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. "Good." They fell asleep then, but Keiko was awakened in the early morning hours by Roger spreading her legs and taking her pussy, still juicy from the previous fuck session. Collapsing again after he deposited his seed, they fell asleep with him spooning her from behind still hard inside of her. Keiko awoke in Roger's arms the next morning, gently untangled herself from his grasp, went to the bathroom to pee and take a shower to clean up the copious amounts of cum running down the inside of her thighs. After living so long in filth, it took her scrubbing herself three times before she felt adequately clean. Thinking of her Master, she made sure her pussy and asshole were especially clean. As she was rinsing off, the shower curtain was pulled back and a naked Roger came in. Turning the water off, he gently turned her and pressed her back against the shower wall, his hands pinning her by her upper arms. He pressed his body against hers, his erection like warm steel against her belly. She automatically turned her face down in deference to him. "Look at me, Keiko." She looked up and he kissed her deeply. Her arousal made her shiver. "I woke up and you were gone." "I'm sorry Master." It didn't seem right to call him "Doctor" any longer. He was her Master. "I was coming back to bed; I only wanted to cleanse myself to please you when you awoke." He took her chin into one hand and looked at her, speaking sternly. "That is not for you to say. I will decide what pleases me and what doesn't. There will be punishment later for that. Also, in your heat last night you called me a bastard." Keiko's eyes got wide as she recalled what she had done. "Please forgive me, Master, I will never do it again." "I rather liked it, actually. You were so passionate while fucking that you lost the ability to think rationally. As my fuck slave this is how I want you to be. There will be no punishment for that." "Thank you, Master." His hands had moved over her breasts now, and were caressing the nipples with his thumbs. Keiko gasped with pleasure. He lowered his face to her neck began kissing her lightly, whispering between butterfly kisses. "I love your tits." He knelt on the floor, the big brown nipples just at his mouth level. He took one into his mouth, softly sucked on it, then switched to the other. "Thank you Master, for praising these small prunes." He moved his mouth under her left breast and nipped her, and she gave a short squeal. Then he began kissing his way down her belly, his tongue touching her stretch marks. "Never contradict me, Keiko. I am always right. Your body is beautiful. Now you say it." "My...my body is beautiful." As he continued to kiss his way down to her mons, he moved his hands in between her knees and spread them just slightly so her slit was accessible. He reached the top of it and slid the tip of his tongue in, making contact with her clit. Keiko shuddered with pleasure. "Say it again." His fingers gently spread her outer lips, his tongue now bathing the inner ones. Her eyes closed in rapture, her breathing more ragged, she gasped, "Yes, Master, my body is beautiful!" In one smooth motion he stood up and lifted her by the buttocks, pressing her against the shower wall, her feet dangling. He lowered her onto his hardness, her moist pussy easily accepting it as she locked her ankles behind his back. Desperately she sought his mouth with hers; their tongues intertwined as he began fucking her with small strokes. In this position her clit was receiving maximum contact; she felt an intense orgasm rising already. In moments she was screaming her pleasure as the first wave hit. Impaled on his cock, her body shook like she was being electrocuted when she came. Roger didn't speed up, but shifted his position so he could leverage into her with longer strokes. Keiko's orgasm wasn't stopping, merely receding a bit before the intensity hit her again. When her third wave hit, Roger groaned and thrust into her as hard as he could, then stuck there as his balls emptied into her. As her orgasm waned, Keiko began to cry into Roger's shoulder. "I love you, Master," she whispered, "I promise I'll be yours forever. I wish I had been yours long before all the bad things happened." He said nothing, just held her to him and kissed her tear stained cheeks. His erection finally softened and his cock slipped out of her. Their juices poured out of her upright pussy and down the insides of his thighs as he carried the now-exhausted woman out of the shower and laid her on the bed. "Sleep Keiko," he said as he covered her in the satin sheets, and obediently she closed her eyes. "I'll have a surprise for you when you wake up." 7. Bath Time For Big Piggy Beverly's sleep was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the key in the lock and the iron cell door opening. The same two men as before entered, including the one who had admired her after punching her and pissing on her. This time, both were wearing rubber gloves. They grimaced when they entered the cell; it hadn't been sprayed down since the last visit and the odor was overwhelming. "What the FUCK?" the larger one declared as the scents overwhelmed his nostrils. One of the people who had relieved themselves a few hours before had a touch of diarrhea, and it had splattered the walls and Beverly. "I guess things got worse for you when there was only one of you, huh bitch? You didn't have the little one to suck cocks for you no more. Drinking all that sperm seems to have done your complexion good!" Both men laughed at that as they followed the same protocol, stuffing a gag into Beverly's mouth, handcuffing her hands behind her back and removing her metal collar, which revealed a ring of red raw skin around her neck. Finally they put a blindfold over her eyes, led her out of the cell and up the stairs. "Hey Ray," the larger one said, "I don't wanna have to sit in the car with this one smelling like a fresh dog turd. Do we have to keep her like this, or can we at least wash some of the stink off?" "Paulie didn't say nothing about keeping this one dirty, so I guess that would be OK. Go ahead, Jimmy. How you gonna clean her up?" "Go get me a grooming brush and horse soap from over in the stables and meet me by the livestock watering trough." He took Beverly's arm and jerked. "Come on, cunt, you're gonna take a little swim." The gravel under her feet was sharp enough to make her step gingerly. She could hear the lowing of cattle and smell their manure. Suddenly she was picked up like a rag doll and thrown into a deep tank of ice-cold water. She landed on her back and immediately sank. Her handcuffed hands were of no use. She tried to get her feet under her, but the bottom of the tank was slick from the moss and algae growing there. As she struggled her face broke the surface for a moment but went under again. She sank entirely to the bottom of the tank, her lungs bursting and demanding air that wasn't there. The gag was allowing allowed water to leak in, filling her mouth with scummy- tasting liquid. There was nothing she could do to stop from drowning. A large hand gripped her by the hair and pulled her head above the surface. She coughed and spluttered, trying to clear her filled nose passages; the wet cloth gag made breathing difficult. Another hand pulled it free, and she took deep gulps of air. The man shifted his grip, putting both of his massive arms under her armpits and lifting her so she could stand up without slipping. "Well, cunt, it's your lucky day," the voice of Jimmy declared. "You get saved from drowning, and you get all that shit scrubbed off of you." As she stood shivering from the icy water and the cool breeze, something cold that smelled like soap was being squirted from the top of her head to her bushy pussy, and into her ass crack. Next she felt the bristles of a stiff brush run through her hair, then scrubbing every square inch of her skin above the surface of the water, and reaching under the surface to clean her calves and the tops of her feet. Jimmy was thorough but he wasn't gentle when he worked over her ass cheeks, pussy hair or nipples; instead he seemed to relish scrubbing those areas harder. The scrubbing finally stopped. Beverly's skin was stinging all over, especially her nipples and pussy, but for the first time in a long time the smell of excrement and urine was not in her nostrils. Instead, she smelled like a freshly-washed horse. She could feel the bubbles from the suds popping on her skin as the breeze blew over them. "OK, cunt, time for a rinse. Lower yourself into the water all the way, but slow so you don't slip. You're all soapy now, so if you slip and fall I may not be able to save you." "Thank you," she whispered, as she lowered herself into the brackish water and rinsed as he instructed. "Don't thank me, cunt," he responded, "From what I think the boss has in mind, before the day is out you maybe wishing you was back under the outhouse. Me personally, especially now that you're clean I think you'd be a pretty good-looking bitch once all that body hair is shaved off. You look like Bigfoot's sister right now, but you still got a pretty face, and I'm a sucker for a pretty face. If there's anything left of you when the Doc is done, maybe he'll let me have you." He picked up the cloth gag. Beverly looked up, her eyes wide. "What do you mean when you said the Doc? Who's the – mmmmph!" Jimmy stuffed the gag back in and slung her over his shoulder, heading for the car. 8. Fine Day for a Reunion Beverly sat naked facing the door of the room, her wrists tied to the arms of the cold steel chair she sat on. Her ankles were tied firmly to the front legs of the chair as well. Jimmy had done a good job of restraining her. After he had finished tying her up he fondled her tits roughly, then ran the tip of his tongue across her gagged lips before kissing her on the cheek. "See ya later, cunt," he said, "if there's any leftovers after the Doc finishes with you." Beverly shook her head, not wanting Jimmy to leave. She felt safe with him after he had saved her from drowning in the livestock's drinking water. She began to beg and plead beneath the gag that he stay. Jimmy could see her distress and how she wanted him. It gave him the beginnings of an erection, thinking about how he would fuck her. He took one last gaze at her naked body, then turned and walked out, slamming the heavy door shut behind him. The room was dark with no windows, lit only by a low- wattage light bulb hanging from the ceiling fixture. She couldn't tell how long she had been sitting there, but it was long enough that her full bladder was demanding relief. When her condition got to the point of pain, she relaxed her urethra and let it flow onto the chair, down her legs and onto the concrete floor. The door opened and light flooded in for a moment, stinging her eyes. When it closed she couldn't see who had walked in because of the low light and the spots in front of her eyes. The person walked around behind her, but they were in a standing position where she couldn't crane her neck to see their face. A man's voice spoke, low and serious. "I see that someone cleaned you up, but now you're all pissy again. What a filthy pig you are, Beverly." Two hands came around and fondled her breasts, lightly twisting her nipples at first, but then pinching them harshly. Beneath her gag she squealed from the pain. The hands pulled her tits up in the air by the nipples, using them as grips to shake them and slap them together. This continued for several minutes, by which time she was crying from the discomfort. Then the man walked around so she could see his scowling face – Dr. Roger Stern. Beverly's eyes went wide huge with surprise and fright; if she hadn't already pissed, her bladder would have emptied itself. "You know, Beverly, I never had a chance to defend myself because the insurance company lawyers wouldn't let me. But truthfully, although you're not an ugly woman by any stretch of the imagination, with that fat ass and those big tits, you weren't my type. Even given the opportunity, I wouldn't have touched you. Keiko is another story, I find her very fuckable, but not you." He pinched her nipples again, hard enough that she wiggled in the chair uselessly trying to get away. "By the way, you should know that although you ruined my life, it wasn't me who brought you here. You're getting all that money really angered some very bad people, and so they brought you here. As a reward for my helping them, I get... you." He chuckled. "So now, dear lady, it's payback time. "First, let's bring you up to date with your husband Hank. After you allegedly ran away with your lesbian lover, he fell into a funk and started drinking heavily. This was his first bad decision. Then a friend suggested he go to Las Vegas, where he met a working girl and started fucking her without a condom. "His second bad decision. After a week, one night when he was drunk she told him she was pregnant and he believed her, so he married her. She was pregnant, it just wasn't his baby. "His third bad decision. Not only did he marry her, but the pussy-whipped asshole also put all his property and bank accounts in her name as well as his. "His fourth bad decision. Of course she promptly took his name off of everything, rendering him a guest in his own home before her new boyfriend moved in. Now he's a useless cuckold with nowhere to go, cooking and cleaning and being made to watch his pregnant wife fuck her boyfriend in his bed – in YOUR bed - while he sits in the corner and jacks off." Beverly's head hung low now, completely defeated in mind, body and spirit. "Your husband was a real winner, wasn't he? I'm guessing you ruined my life so you could get away from the idiot, and now all that money you won belongs to a prostitute. Am I right?" He removed her gag now, but she said nothing. Finally Beverly lifted her head, and with tears in her eyes whispered "Dr. Stern, I'm so sorry." Roger glared at the shivering naked woman. "Oh, no, you lying whore. You're not nearly sorry enough. But in a short while, you will be. I promise. You remember that whole thing about the physician's Hippocratic oath and doing no harm? After you ruined my life that went out the window." He left the room, and Jimmy came in, followed by Ray. Desperate now, Beverly turned to Jimmy. "Where are you taking me?" "Doc says we have to hang you up in the tractor shed for punishment. It may not be such a good afternoon for you, cunt." 9. She Love You Long Time Keiko's eyes fluttered open to the sight of Roger, fully dressed and sitting on the bed next to her. "Master!" she exclaimed. Taking his hand, she kissed it, then slid it under the sheets to touch her nipples. With her other hand she reached up to unbutton his shirt. "Please," she whispered, "Please. Take me, Master." Roger gently took her hands and put them on the bed. "Keiko," he began, "it's time for the special surprise I promised you. I need you to get up and put your robe on..." Keiko threw back the silk sheets, shamelessly writhing as she offered up her lithe naked body. "Please Master, me so horrrrny, me fucky sucky beaucoup, love you lonnnng time," she whispered, imitating a Vietnamese whore. She arched her back and began to rub her pussy. "Keiko, I said get dressed..." With snake-like quickness, her arms slipped around his neck and she kissed him deeply. "Please, Master," she begged. "Your slut wants to please you." As if they had a mind of their own, his hands found her breasts and began to squeeze them. "Yesssss," she hissed, "take your whore, Master. Take my mouth, take my ass, take my pussy." Catching the scent of her wetness, Roger groaned and lost control. In a few efficient moves his pants were off and his erection stuck out. Throwing a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed, he rolled her body over them so her wet pussy and ass were sticking up, then jammed his cock into her wet baby hole. She gasped as he began fucking her roughly, but urged him on, pushing back against him. She began to plead rapidly in an innocent voice, "Oh, Doctor, no! Please stop! I'm a married woman! You can't do this! What if I get pregnant? Please, no more! What do I tell my husband when I have your white baby? And how can I tell him his little cock can't satisfy me? You must stop, please! Noooooooo!" Keiko's fantasy ravings had the desired effect; Roger's hands were clutching her tits hard and his hips were furiously pumping her like a pile-driver. Keiko's ramblings then switched gears. "Yes, Master, fill me up! Come so hard in my pussy that I can taste it on my tongue! Fuck me so hard my ancestors feel it! Yessss!" With a last groan, Roger's climax squirted hot sperm deep in her pussy; shuddering from the intensity of his release, he lowered himself on top of her. "Did I please you, Master?" she asked, her breathing rough from exertion as she lay beneath him. "You hot little bitch," he whispered, smiling, "yes, you pleased me very much. I may have to punish you later for doing too good of a job. Now you're going to get up and dress exactly as I say so you can enjoy your surprise." 10. We Meet Again Keiko followed Roger out of the farmhouse and over to the large outbuilding where the tractors were stored. Per his instructions, she was clad in a white robe with red chrysanthemum flowers and fiery red patent leather shoes with 5" heels with and 3 1/2 inch platforms in front. As always, her white silk scarf was around her neck. Roger entered the building through a side door, and she followed. The building had a metal beam that ran the length of it, with a movable winch on top. At the end of the winch's cable was Keiko's surprise. Beverly was standing upright, gagged and blindfolded with her hands tied behind her. The base of her tits were wrapped with several turns of rope that made them puff up like a pair of overly-full reddish-purple balloons, ready to pop. The ropes wrapping her tits were threaded through a carabiner, which in turn hooked onto a quick-attach anchor on the end of the slightly taut winch cable. Her feet were spread wide apart with a spreader bar attached at each ankle. There was a metal table beside the hanging woman covered with a cloth. Roger pulled off the cloth, revealing a variety of paddles, whips, switches, riding crops, metal clips and a vicious-looking leather flogger with braided tails. When Beverly saw them her eyes got wide and she began Beverly was shaking her head no, making pleading noises beneath the gag. Roger took a remote control out of his pocket and hit a button; the winch whined for a second and the cable became taut, pulling her tits up just enough so she had to stand on her tiptoes. Her pleading now turned to whimpers of pain. He rotated Beverly around so Keiko could see the black tube with a bulb on the end coming out from between the woman's ass cheeks. "To prepare her for punishment, I pumped a full bottle of wine in her rectum, which absorbed the alcohol and got her good and drunk; then I put 4 another quarts of warm water in her, so the bitch has quite a gut full. See how distended her stomach is? The nozzle is inflated on the inside of her sphincter, so it won't come out without turning the release valve." He gave the bulb a couple of squeezes to inflate it further, and Beverly shrieked. "Between hanging by her tits and her intestines full of fluid, I'm sure it's quite uncomfortable. Would you agree, Beverly?" Beverly squeaked in drunken pain, tears running down her face. "With her tits bound so tightly the nerves are highly sensitive. Any contact will feel like a touch of fire." Roger looked at the stunned Keiko, kissing her gently on the lips. "Keiko, this is the woman who lied to you, lured you in and robbed you of your fair share while ruining my life. When you were locked up in that stinking shithole, this is the woman who took most of the food, beat you, made you suck cocks, eat her foul pussy, and lick the shit off her filthy ass. I want you to take that riding crop and make sure to beat every square inch of her body." His hand went up to the belt on the robe and untied it, letting it fall to the floor. Wearing only her red shoes and the white scarf around her neck, Keiko began to beat Beverly as the video cameras recorded it all. By the time she was done she was breathing hard, her body was covered with a sheen of sweat. Beverly hung limp, barely clinging to consciousness. Roger broke an ampule of ammonia inhalant under her nose, abruptly bringing her back to alertness. He removed her gag and, grasping her chin roughly with one hand, looked in her red-rimmed eyes. "So, Beverly, are you happy you ruined my life?" With his other hand he slapped her across her swollen breasts, and she howled. "P-p-p-please," she whimpered, tears running down her face, "please let me down. It hurts, please let me down. I feel like I'm going to burst." "Oh, no, Beverly. You ruined my life, Keiko's life, and your husband's life. We've only just begun." He undressed, revealing a body in good shape for a 38- year-old man. Picking up a willow switch off the table, Roger began to apply it to her back with strong stokes. Soon it was covered in angry red stripes. Rotating her around to face him again he placed clips on each of her nipples, and she howled in agony. Exchanging the willow switch for the multi-tailed flogger, he began to expertly administer the braided tails, striking at her most tender parts; her tits, her inner thighs, and her feet. Beverly had passed out by now from the punishment, and Roger had a rock-hard erection. Drunken with lust he turned to Keiko, pushed her down onto her hands and knees and began to fuck her from behind. There was no tenderness or romantic prelude, this was pure raw fucking, and the little slut was his slave to do with as he pleased. She made small noises of pleasure, but pleasing her was far from his mind; the only thing he wanted to do was assault her womb and coat her cervix with his sperm. When he was through he stood up, leaving Keiko in a sweaty heap on the floor, his cum oozing out of her well-fucked slit. Walking over to the table he opened a drawer and took out a small syringe, which he then injected into the hanging woman's thigh. "Sweet dreams you fucking whore," he hissed. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 77