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Him

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Synopsis: He tought he could get away with it but boy he got it wrong.

HIM

part 1

It all started with the drowning, deemed suicide, of my friend's younger sister. She was very beautiful, but very young and easily misled. Her family thought everything was right in her world. She was to marry a handsome, powerful executive. Her whole life was ahead of her. The girl's suicide was a mystery to her family and they wanted answers. I wanted to give them the answers.

The good looks, the smile, the money and the job, he had it all. I knew his type; even if he were to get married he would never be faithful. He could have just about any woman he wanted, all with slim waists and big breasts. He would treat them all like objects and never like people.

I started to discreetly look into his life. I was shocked by what I found. He has been linked to many women. A few of them have committed suicide, more of them have been institutionalised and yet others now make their living as prostitutes. I wanted to take the information I found to the police but he was a very powerful man and I had very little hard evidence. I cannot let him keep ruining women's lives. I came up with a plan but I had to be careful, he must not see me coming for him.

He used, abused and then dumped them. After they had given themselves to him with body and soul he let them fall. He would not even talk to them anymore and there would be a new lady by his side. The same pattern is seen over and over again, and he thinks he can get away with it, but not this time.

I know so much about him by now that I can lure him into a trap. It is so easy when you know which kind of girls he likes. One evening he is alone, and I show myself to him for the first time. It was like a bee to honey, he came right over to me. “Hi, how are you? Have I ever seen you before; will you have a drink with me”? He is all charming and smiling. “Mmm, yes I'd like that” I said, and I feel a little joy to know that he will walk into my trap. We chat and dance the whole evening. He is by my side, telling me of his job, how much money he has and about his big penthouse. He thinks he can talk me into bed with him, just because of his success.

*****

I saw her for the first time in the bar after work. It was shortly after my fiancée had committed suicide. I mourned her loss but felt no real guilt that I was “hunting” again for a new girl for I felt lonely and bored. The one I saw now shone like a diamond in a colliery. I had to possess this gem and relish its brilliance.

I had to make her mine and made my move. I offered a drink and she accepted. I told her all about me and I felt her falling for my charm. Oh, they are so easy, these little dolls!

*****

He talks a lot about my beauty, my nice long golden hair and my smell; he even likes it when I giggle. It's strange because no one enjoys it when I giggle. This is not right; he seems to be attracted to me, but all he wants is just another lady in the sack. I decided to let him wait for a while and keep myself mysterious.

I start to say good-bye, he tries to talk me into going over to his big penthouse, but no way am I going with him on the first night. I give him a big kiss full on the lips with a little tongue. I lightly brush his cock with my hand and whisper, “some other time tiger” and walk away leaving him frustrated.

*****

I praise her beauty. Her golden hair frames her pretty face like a crown. She is nervous and giggles a lot. I like that and she seems so easy. I want her tonight, to make her mine. But suddenly she seems averse to my advances. I try to think lightly of it but still it annoys me for I usually have it my way. Then, when she leaves, she kisses me full on the lips and her tongue enters my mouth. She even presses her hand against my crotch which made me flinch, why for fuck's sake? I am never so shy. Before she turns away she whispers “some other time tiger”. Her Parthian shot leaves me confused and frustrated. She is a terrible tease and I loathe her for her sudden indifference yet I want her more than ever.

*****

Two nights later I am back to where he is at and he senses my presence, he is right by my side the first minute I walk inside.

“I don't even know your name”. “My name is not important, it's just a name, I don't know yours. Besides only my good friends know my name”. He told his name on the spot (and not even the right one, he lied about that). He tried the whole evening to be a good friend so that I would tell him my name, but I will not tell him it this evening. I teased and tormented him the whole night and left him horny and frustrated and still not knowing who I was. I can tell he is not used to a woman like me but I know he'll be back for more.

I kept him frustrated for many weeks and he kept coming back for more. He was infatuated with me. He would follow me around like a puppy trying to please me with expensive bobbles. I never told him my name and of course he never bedded me.

One evening while we were sipping champagne in a secluded corner of the hottest club in town, I said, “ Tara ”. “What, what's that you say?” “Darling, I'm telling you my name, it's Tara ”. His jaw dropped he could not believe I had told him. “Why are you telling me this… Tara ? Am I now a good friend of yours?” “You are my only friend Erik and I'm falling in love with you”. “Love!" We have never even had sex. How can you be in love with me?” “I just am, silly. Why question it?” With a big grin on his face he says, “Let's get out of this dump; the night is young”.

*****

I spot her immediately two nights later. I leave the party from the office I am with and go directly to her.

Curiously I ask her for her name but she refuses to give it, playing hard to get. I give her mine but cannot entice hers from her. She says it is only for good friends. Well, girl, I am inclined to become more than that and will get more from you than your name. She does not give in, however, how hard I try that night. I feel angry but too much attracted to her and I am too stubborn to let it pass.

I see her continuously for the following weeks and I bestow her incessantly with attention. Still, she does not give her name but she still chats and flirts happily with me. It really upsets me now. Wait until I get you in bed, girl, because you are going to repay me in every possible way.

Then, one night, she gives her name: Tara . I am astonished at her frankness. Still, more is to come. She says she loves me. I ask her again and do not dare to doubt her. I grab my chance. I ask her to come with me, you are mine, girl, although you may not realize it yet!

*****

We headed to his high-rise penthouse, which is on the 50th floor of an office building he owns. He prepares drinks for us at my request and then excuses himself to change into something a little more comfortable. It is then that I pull out a small vile filled with a clear liquid. A woman doctor I am very close to gave me the experimental drug to help me with tonight. It's a drug on the order of curare but it won't kill a person if used in small doses. It will paralyse him for several hours. It is also like Viagra and will keep him erect all during his paralysis.

Mr. Stud returned to me stinking of cologne. We started right in with heavy kissing and petting. I made sure he was good and hard then asked him to pass me my drink. Frustrated, he did and to my delight grabbed his and drank it all down in one chug. He grabbed me again, hands all over my body. He started slowing down as the drug took effect. Soon he was not moving. “What's wrong with me”, he croaked. “ Tara , I need a doctor”. “Ssh, Erik, you don't need a doctor. I gave you a drug. Now I'm going to make you disappear from the face of the Earth”. He tried to speak but the drug took away that ability. There was rage in his eyes and a hint of fear. “Oh my, it looks like we have a situation”, she said as she rubbed his erection. His face flushed. Tara removed his clothes.

He is such a big ego and an asshole; I think I will be happy to have him as my toy. And he is so beautiful; he really has a fine body, and his hair so tick and black and soft. Mmmmm....

*****

I take her to my penthouse. I put on some music and dim the lights. I lead her to the bedroom and pour her a drink on her request. I excuse me and go to the bath room. I need to have a leak. After that, I wash my hands and face and put on some cologne. I walk back into the room where she is waiting. I go and sit next to her. Immediately she is all over me. Mmmm, good girl. I really get aroused and can hardly restrain myself. Then she asks for her drink. It breaks the tension and I hand it over reluctantly. In frustration I drown mine in one gulp. Time to get moving again, girl, I think when I look at her bosom and shapely body with hardly hidden lust.

*****

My hands move over her body and I am really hard and longing to get at her. But something is wrong. She seems tense and a wicked smile plays on her face. Suddenly I feel my body fail me. My movements falter and I feel faint. I ask for a doctor but she has turned like a leaf on a tree. She drugged me. I want to plea for help but I am speechless. I feel betrayed and helpless anger wells up in me. What does she want from me, what would she do to me? I am defenceless against her now and she seems to like it. She tells me bluntly that I am about to disappear from the face of the earth. I am really afraid now. Again, I try to beg for mercy or at least, ask for an explanation, but I am still unable to speak and completely paralyzed. She grabs my dick and rubs it hard as if intent to hurt it. There is nothing I can do about it and, although I feel belittled, embarrassed and afraid, my erection does not disappear.

*****

“Okay that's enough, come on take him with you now and be quick with it”, I say to myself.

I go outside to my van I hid there earlier in the day and get the wheelchair out of it. I go back upstairs and get him into the wheelchair. It's not easy but I get him inside the chair. Now I get him strapped in, don't want any mishaps. I put a coat over him, its chilly outside. I look around to see if there is anything I left. Everything is all right; no one can see that I was here. Ready to go. I look at him; he stares back at me with rage. He is being kidnapped and can't do a thing about it. He can't even get his head up, and he drools on his coat, maybe I gave him too much of the drug? Well I'll see to that when we are home.

I take him with me into the van and strap him in. I blindfold him so he can't see where I am taking him. And then the ride can begin, I have a toy with me and I can't stop thinking what I can do to him. I am so exited I can come without even touching myself.

*****

She disappears and returns with a wheelchair. With some difficulties she pulls me into the chair and straps me in. I feel deeply humiliated with the straps biting in my flesh and, paralysed, my head slumps forwards. My tongue is limp and saliva drools down from my mouth on my chest and down my crotch. I look at her with fear because there is nothing I can do but still my anger has not subsided. I was successful and got everything my way and now I am helpless like a baby. Her beauty now holds no other promise than one of menace and uncertainty. Where would she take me? What would she do to me? Would she let me life and, if so, would I not be better of dead? I deeply fear the sexual innuendo of her actions and cringe at the thought of how she could abuse me.

She cleans away all evidence of her presence. Then she drapes my overcoat around me to hide my body. Silently, she wheels me down the corridor, to the elevator. I am sure now that I shall never see this again. There is no one at this late hour and I scream my longs out for help but no sound leaves my lips except a hoarse whisper. She has prepared this well and she takes me to the service entrance. There, in the shadows stands a dark and anonymous van that no one would have noticed. She opens the doors and pulls two planks down. Over this provisional ramp she wheels the chair into the van. She puts the brakes on and takes away the coat from me. The nightly cold bites into my flesh and I shiver uncontrollably. Without paying any heed to my plight, she secures the wheelchair and me with straps to the ground. She puts the planks inside and disappears with the coat. The doors are thrown shut and I am engulfed by the dark. Without doubt she returns the coat to the penthouse so nothing would be missing. This is not an impulsive act but a well prepared and perceived plan to kidnap me. She returns after a short while. Next to my chair, she throws the false licence plates that were on the van while parked so no one would be able to trace it even if it was noticed which would be extraordinary in this neighbourhood of upstarts and rich. In the dark, I can hardly make her out but I feel the contempt and threatening lust that radiates from her. She never looked lovelier yet it instils me with nothing but fright. She puts ear phones into my ears and blindfolds me with a leather mask. I feel the noise when she starts the tape and she leaves, shutting me in once again. I hear the door of the cabin opening and the van revving up. Then I hear her voice that shouts abuse to me on the tape against the background of loud music. Blind and deafened, unable to take any note of the road or direction, numb with cold and paralysed I am ridden of to my new destiny. My penis is still erected, exposing my glowing flesh to the cold. But anger and shame have already left me to leave nothing than a void filled with primordial fear and a will to survive. I'll do everything as long as it keeps me alive, whatever she extorts from me.


------- Part 2 ------

As I am bringing my prize back to my house I have to pull over and stop the van. My heart is pounding, my silky panties are drenched and my clit aches. I reach into my glove compartment and get the vibrating dildo that is always there. With a soft moan I pull up my skirt, pull aside the panty and sink the dildo deep into my dripping pussy. Oh yes, that's real nice', I think to myself as I cum not once but twice. The orgasms have eased my senses and cleared my head. It has gripped me more then I thought it would knowing that I have someone now. No more fantasies; this time its real. The drive back to my home is a long one but now my head is clearer but the anticipation is making the drive that much longer.
I made a basement, inside the house you would never see it if you didn't know it was there. In this type of building there is no basement, the house is built on a solid concrete floor foundation. But I got under the floor and shovelled out enough dirt until I was satisfied, and I got myself a nice basement, with two compartments. One I use for storing, potatoes and other things that need to be kept cool. The other part is hidden on the other side of the house. It's all-soundproof, because of the neighbours. It's fine to have neighbours but they also can be very annoying.
It has everything I need. A nice big cage for him, it will be his home for now, a lot of chains, whips, and a lot of other toys I've bought. I even have a toilet and a shower in a corner. So he won't ever have to go upstairs again.
When I arrive at my house I prepare Nicolas to transport him into my house without my neighbours getting too nosey. I remove his blindfold and all I see is hate in his eyes. A pair of wrap-around sunglasses hid his face. I stick a penis gag into his mouth just encase he can verbalize and hide the gag with a wool scarf. Two blankets conceal his bound arms and legs.
*****

Impassively bound to the chair, I perceive the trip in the dark only through the rolling motion of the van. Her taped voice keeps resounding through my head. With the abuse shouted at me I cannot concentrate and loose any feel for orientation. Only once I have the sensation that the van stops for an indeterminate period, then jolts again into movement to its unknown destiny.

Slowly my fear ebbs down to give way to renewed anger. Why tolerate that I am abducted in such a way? There must be a way out as long as I fight for it. Yet, while my thoughts race feverishly through my head, my body remains impassive which fuels my anger until I burn again with intense rage. I feel nauseous, unable to tell whether it comes from the drug she gave me, that bitch, or from the intensity of emotions in my impassive body when suddenly the van stops…

The doors are opened and I hear her approach me. The leather mask is removed and the sudden light blinds me. I look at her with relentless hate but she smiles back at me with contempt. She reaches inside a bag and forces something inside me. I nearly choke as I feel the cock-shaped rod deep inside my throat. I wheeze like an old man as my breathing is impaired by the drug. She undoes the straps of the wheelchair. Then she puts sun glasses on my face and hides my bound body with blankets before she sets out to put down the ramp...

*****

As I am setting up the ramp to wheel down Nicholas, Old Man Hahn appears out of nowhere asking if he could help. My heart pounds and refuses his help but he is insistent and nosey. “Who is that in the chair, Tara ?” “Ssh, Mr. Hahn, it's my great Uncle and he is sleeping. I just have him for the day while a room at a new nursing home is prepared for him. The poor guy never recovered from the strokes that hit him.” “That is a tragedy. But let me help you get the chair down the ramp.” “Thank you for your help Mr. Hahn.”
Nicholas fought hard to try to move his body. Was this old man blind? Couldn't he see I'm not an old invalid? Nicholas screamed for help in his mind but his body remained silent.
Mr. Hahn helps me lower Nicholas to the ground and even wheels him to my front door. My heart is pounding with fear in my chest that Mr. Hahn might discover the truth. We get the chair into the house without any trouble and I am anxious to get rid of Mr. Hahn and get on with my plan. “Thank you so much Mr. Hahn, you have been very helpful.” “I can't believe your uncle slept through to whole ordeal.” “Well the trip was very taxing on him. We had a long drive and its only half over. This is just a rest stop; later I will be taking him to his daughter's home. Thank you again for your help Mr. Hahn, but you must excuse me I have much to prepare before I leave.” With that thankfully Hahn turned and left.

*****

An old geezer appears, whom she calls Mr Hahn, and I feel my heart leap with hope. He must see something is wrong and get to my help. But she sells the man the story that I am her invalid great-uncle and he accepts it without doubt. He must be blind or senile to mistake me for a elderly cripple. Yet, as I struggle to get his attention I cannot get any movement out of my body but some spasms which, ironically, must make her story all the more convincing. I am angry with her and with myself. I am wheeled down the ramp and put inside a house that I can barely make out. The man leaves and she showers him with thanks, eager to get him out of her way, and he leaves contently, the silly goat! It dawns to me that my last chance of escape has gone and I sink again in dark despair.

*****

After I made sure the old man was not still snooping around, I fought the wheel chair and Nicholas down the basement stairs. The ordeal getting Nicholas into the basement was more then Tara had bargained for and about three quarters of the way down the steps the wheel chair slipped from Tara 's grip. The chair with Nicholas in it toppled over and fell on its side on the basement floor. All Tara could do was look on in horror.
Nicholas was angry with Tara and his body. Why was his body not obeying his commands? As he was being jostled down the steps he thought his body was starting to respond. Then he realized he was falling and there was nothing he could do to stop the fall. He hit the ground hard and it took his breath away but being strapped into the chair protected him from any real damage.
Tara sprinted down the rest of the stairs and was concerned that he was seriously injured. She was not so much concerned for his safety as much as her concern that he would need medical attention. After up righting him and giving him the once over she thought that he would suffer much more serious injuries from her then he had in the fall. Smiling at this thought she unlocked Nicholas's new apartment' and wheeled him in.
*****

She makes sure that the old man is no longer around before she removes the glasses and blankets. But I remain gagged and strapped to the chair when she wheels me down the corridor to a door that she opens. A single bulb casts dark shadows rather than shedding any light on the staircase that leads to a basement. She puts me at the top of the chair and lowers the chair step by step. I feel uneasy as the wheels are much larger than the threads and I feel her falter under the load. Although expected, I startle when she looses her grip after the first five steps and the chair races into the dark. My heart stops still and I loose consciousness momentarily before I crash at the bottom of the stairs. The chair luckily absorbs much of the impact and my head is spared but I bruise my shoulder and knee. I curse her silently when she dashes down the stairs. She seems concerned about me, inspecting my body but I do not dare to think why. With difficulty she uprights the chair. My fear only grows when she opens a trap door that cannot be discerned by the casual observer…

*****

She wheeled him over to what she thought of as her dungeon wall. She got him up and out of the chair into a standing position with his back against the wall and latched a thick metal collar around his neck that was attached to the wall. The collar held him upright as she strapped his arms and legs to the wall with thick leather cuffs. She softly slapped him in the cheek; “you won't be going any where without me letting you”. She laughed as she left him bound to the wall. She left him in darkness and locked the apartment door.
She bought the wheel chair back up the stairs and placed a homemade dummy in it and dressed it to look like her poor great uncle. This way all her nosey neighbours will see her leave with her guest and never know Nicholas is in her home. Tara looked to see if old man Hahn was around. She didn't want him helping her again since the dummy was featherweight compared to Nicolas. She quickly loaded the chair into the van and drove away without incident.

*****

She wheels me into the dark. I look with unease at this room looks like a cell. But I can still not move and am unable to make out much of the room. She undoes the straps and pulls me upright. A collar is fitted to my neck and leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles that put my naked body spread-eagled against the cold stone wall. I shiver from cold and fear. She slaps my face. “You won't be going any where without me letting you”, she says. She removes the gag. “Did you like this little dick, little sissy cunt? You better should, because you'll be getting bigger ones inside you soon very often.” She chuckles, the smart little bitch, but I know she is right. “And let's hope you get control over your body soon because with a dysfunctional body you are of no use to me.” Then she leaves me in this embarrassing position. I see her beautiful body strutting away. The light is turned off and the door falls shut and darkness engulfs me. My body is limb and the cuffs and collar cut in my flesh and my entire body aches after a short while…

*****

The basement is pitch black; Nicholas cannot see right in front of his nose. The stonewall is cold against his back. He realizes he is moving his fingers. Slowly he is able to move all his body parts but he can't move much the way he is bound to the wall. His voice returns to him and he screams for help. Over and over again he screams for help until his throat is raw. The wall is so cold and the room is so dark; hopelessness creeps into Nicholas's mind.
*****

Slowly life creeps back into my veins, reawakening my senses. I try to recompose myself but only feel despair. I cough and croak as my voice returns to me. Unsteady I call out for help. First hardly audible, then from the top of my lungs. Over and over again I scream until my throat feels raw and my voice is hoarse. I am thirsty and hungry and have never felt so cold. I scream and scream again until I no longer have any power or energy left. Exhausted I collapse and feel the collar and cuffs chafe my flesh again. Slowly my hope and will to live seep from me.

*****

When Tara finally gets back home it is very late and has been a very long day for her. She is bone tired and decides to just crawl into bed. She is too tired even to check on her captive. She is asleep almost as soon as her head hits her satin covered pillow. She dreams of slaves all night long and awakes refreshed and horny.
She lies a while longer, still enjoying the fact that she finally got herself a toy, and one that isn't of any use to society. “ I think they are glad that I took him. I'll teach him some manners on how to treat women” I muse. “Okay, time to get up and take a visit down stairs.” She hops out of bed, takes a shower and then she has to choose what she should wear. It has to be something that is overwhelming for him. She has to show him some power. She decides to take a leather outfit. A tight leather top with a nice neckline and two leather straps closing it tight around the waist. Tight leather pants and of course a pair of 4” heels. To top it all off she puts on her wide leather coat. She put some wax in her short red hair and puts on some heavy make up. Her eyes look mean and dark. She attaches to the belt of her pants a few chains and a small whip. She looks one more time in the mirror. “Okay let's play” she said to herself. She goes down stairs and then to the big staircase where she hid her stairs to the basement.
When I enter the basement I listen and I don't hear a thing, “maybe he's not awake yet,” I think. I open the door to his apartment and there he is, hanging on the wall, I turn on one little spot light, its hanging so its shining is his eyes and he has trouble to see me well. “Who are you, let me go”, he screams at me. I start laughing, “You may never go, you are my toy and I am intending to keep you. I have a lot of toys I want to use on you and I am eager to start your training.” “Shhhhhhhhhhhh, don't be afraid now, it will be a pleasant time for the both of us, you pleasing me and I pleasing myself” I chuckle. I take a step closer to him and then suddenly he can see whom I am. “ You damn bitch! Let me go! You are a crazy bitch to do this to me. Don't you know who I am?” I take a chair and a file lying on a shelf and I sit down. “ Yes I know who you are, Nicolas. You had let me think you were my friend and you lied to me from the start by not telling me your real name. Its not Erik and I knew it from the beginning.” I start looking in his file, and I read out loud. “ Your name is Nicolas Trend, born 28 years ago in a hospital in New York You're a single child and your parents made a spoiled brat out of you. You could get everything you need and you never worked for one cent in your life. You took everything for granted and thought you could lie and cheat all you wanted”. He started yelling at me again “you stupid bitch, what is this, the fucking FBI?!” I stand up and get a nice gag from a shelf nearby and I walk to him. “Never call me a fucking bitch again.” I take out my little whip and I let him feel the bite of it on his jaw. Next I shove a nice red ball-gag in his mouth and strap it tight on the back of his head and lock it with a little padlock. He gulped and looked me straight in the eye, with his piercing blue ones.
“So quiet again, let me tell you what I know of you. You were spoiled from the day you were born and even the company you own now is not made of your own sweat. It's a gift from your daddy, given to you on your 25th birthday, because you want to have your own company. But tragedy came over you; when Mommy and Daddy died last spring in a car accident shortly after leaving your penthouse where the three of you had a big fight. Daddy was angry with you because he heard about your treatment of women, I think. That's something we can debate about later, but first you have to know lesson two of your training. You never, and I mean never lay your eyes on me again, you have to look down and a meter in front of you”. I flick his face with my fingers and he twitched for a moment but he looked at me and didn't want to look down. I look in his stern blue eyes and I say one more time with a louder demanding voice, “Look down now!” He won't listen and I take a deep breath and I get the blindfold off the shelf. As I put it on; he tried to shake it away. I let him taste my whip again, on his other cheek this time. He shudders, “don't resist me again or I'll let you feel the full fury of my whip”, I said behind clenched teeth. This time I win and the blindfold finds its way and is padlocked tight.
“I'll let you over think your sins for now but I'll be back soon, to give you your first punishment”. I walk away and close the door with a loud bang.

*****

I hear the door open and feel her enter the room. Yet, I cannot muster the force to confront her. Then a single spotlight is turned on me and its blinding light cannot lighten my despair.

I see her silhouette, lined out in black shining leather. What does she have in mind? I have to try to. fight or talk my way out of this. I search for all energy that is left in my body but it is not much. I cannot appear to be weak if I want to stand a chance. I straighten my body and shout at her to let me go. But she won't and she tells me that I am her toy and will be subjected to her. “Why?” I ask myself…

Maybe I can confound her and get myself out that way. But she seems to know everything about me and confronts me with this. My mind is not clear anymore and I lose my temper with her. I call her a bitch which earns me a blow with a whip on my cheek. So, I know what she is up to. She is in control, though, and she makes no secret out of it. She gags me, with a red rubber ball this time. I look at her in rage but she seems not to care, no she seems to like to have me upset and angry. She chuckles when she sees the desperate rage in my eyes…

She continues to confront me and particularly judges me for my contempt for women. She should know, after what I had in mind for her, let alone when I'd get my hands on her. But that probability seems so remote and she knows it. There is no relenting in her rant against me and she humiliates me deeply. She orders me to avert my eyes. I oppose her. She hits me in the face but I won't give in. She takes a blindfold that I can shake loose once, then she hits me with the whip on my cheek again. I give in and have myself blindfolded, but its darkness cannot black out the shadowy doubts in my soul. She does not leave any, however, when she leaves and tells me that I have to think over my sins before I shall receive my first punishment. She leaves again but before she closes the door she tells me to spare my energy as no one will hear me and I cannot escape from this cell. Then the door of my tomb shuts loudly and overcome with sleep and agony my mind becomes the prey of nightmares of what punishment she may inflict on my defenceless mind and body…

*****


part 3

I have to leave, the whole scene is exciting me too much and I have to do something about it. Some scenes keep playing over and over in my head. I feel so strong dominating such big guy. I find it hard to believe that he has submitted to me (like he has a choice). I really can't believe it. I put my hand in my pants and start to finger myself over and over again. I am so very wet, wetter then I have ever been. I can't believe I am able to bring myself to three climaxes. This is getting me more than I would ever dream about. But I have to be careful; don't let the power overwhelm me or I may end up doing the same as Nicolas did to his women.

After a cold drink of water I take a long hot shower and change my clothes. I had to get out of my leather outfit; it was too hot for me. I choose this time, cotton. Tight jeans and a wide, white blouse are my choices. On my belt I attach the same whip he has felt the bite of before. I head back down the basement.

When I come in to his apartment', he stirs at the sounds I make. I hear unintelligible curses coming from him. I go over close to him.

“ There is a stud hanging on my wall and I need to see his whole body,” I whisper in his ear. “These clothes won't do, they must go.” I walk over to a shelf and take a pair of scissors out. I walk back and snip the scissors closed it makes a snapping sound and Nicolas jumps in his bounds. I let the scissors run up and down his face and his throat. And then with one cut I slice trough his shirt. “Ah at last I can see your nipples, they are beautiful, I have some nice jewellery waiting for them, and mmmmmm let me taste them.” I start to suck on his nipples. He moans into his gag and tries to shift away, but he can't move and I have his nipple right in my mouth. I suck and bite on it and his nipple is getting stiff and his moans are of pleasure this time. I laugh at how hard I have made his nipples and start cutting his pant legs one at a time. I shred his pants and tear off the tattered pieces. Finally he is standing in his boxers, socks and shoes. I start laughing at the sight of his boxers; they are red with little cupids on them. I never saw a grown man wear this kind of boxer in my life. “Alright we have to cut them also”, and I teasingly run the scissors up and down his cock, visible inside his boxers. With a few snips of the scissors his boxers fall in shreds to the floor. The last things I have to remove are his socks and shoes and even these I cut through. I already had his wallet with his credit cards, identification, driver's licence and money already put away along with his apartment keys. I have plans for them later.

*****

I feel cold and my body aches in the constraints. A few times I dozed off into a fitful sleep but the cuffs and collar cut in my flesh and denied me any comfort of sleep. I lost track of time a long time ago at least that I am sure off and my hunger and thirst have not lessened but the acute craving has worn off. Likewise my feelings have blunted although a subconscious rage occasionally engulfs me. Anger about my humiliating state flushes through my veins and heats my shivering body with a feverish hate for that filthy, double-dealing bitch that puts me through this ordeal. I tense my muscles and pull at the bonds that keep me in check. But they are sturdy and there is no way that I can see a weak link in the system due to the blindfold, nor can I make myself heard to cry, curse, or plead for mercy or for help with the gag and the soundproof walls. Then despair about the hopelessness of the situation raises its head and the anger gives way to an instinctive fear of what she might do to me and uncontrollable panic occupies me. Cold sweat breaks out and my strained muscles cramp in a state of terror. This leaves me drained of vital resources that I need for survival and my despondency grows darker and darker…

I startle when she opens the door and despite my fatigue and against my counsel I swear at her in rage. But the gag makes my words unintelligible and I feel that she is indifferent to it. No, she likes this as I sense her femininity close to me. She knows she is in control and taunts me about this with her jeers.

I am at her mercy and she tells me that she wants to see my naked body. She goes to fetch something and I hear the snips of a scissor when she comes back. I jolt and tense in my bonds when I think what she can do to me with those. She chuckles and runs the cold steel over my face and throat. My mouth goes dry with fear in complete contrast to the amusement that radiates from her. I feel how she cuts away my shirt. She painfully reveals my exposed state when she preys on my nipples. She tells me that she will pierce them God forbid then cups my nipple. I try to move away in a futile attempt to protect me. I try to restrain me when she keeps sucking on it but my nipples get hard anyway. Even my cock stiffens but my arousal is tempered when she bites hard on it. I moan and cry but my sounds are stifled by the gag.

She laughs at me, then clips away my trousers. She laughs heartily at my red silk boxer with cupids that I put on in a romantic whim for our encounter. How little did I know then and I feel belittled and betrayed by her. But she runs the scissors teasingly over my crotch and cock after which she removes the boxer, my socks and shoes so that I am stark-naked and fully exposed. I thought that I could not be embarrassed more but now I fear what shame she further may heap onto me…

*****

I run my hands over his tan muscular naked body. My fingers wander through his hairy chest. They drop down through his hairy legs and come to a stop in the dark bird's nest that surrounds his semi-hard cock. “ That's got to go, I want your body smooth and soft” I whisper hot in his ear as I pull a few pubic hairs out by their roots. Nicolas screams into his gag in pain but I ignore it and continue to whisper in his ear,” You have a great body but you need to work out more, the muscles have to be bigger, and you have to get rid of that belly there is too much fat for my taste. I think I will put you on a diet.” Angry noises of protest come from Nicolas as I walk away to a shelf.

“Shaving time”, I announce with a laugh. I think it would be great fun to run a straight razor over his body but I don't want to spend that much time and have to worry about sudden movements from him. He could get really damaged. Maybe later when he is better trained I think as I reach for a bottle of Nair and decide to take the easy way out. Now I must get him safely over to the shower area.

When Nicholas was bound to the wall he was actually locked into half a stock and the stock was attached securely to the wall but could be quickly released through a spring-loaded mechanism that could be activated by the simple pull of a lever. All that was needed was to lock in the front part of the stocks and he could be released from the wall while still in bondage. The neck part of the stocks was very tight around his throat, almost choking him. Perfect. I locked the front to the back with a pad lock. Now for his legs.

I put a hobble chain between his ankles. Now I pull the lever to free him from the wall. I use his cock for leash and I pull him with me toward the shower area. His hobble chain is too short, he can barely walk, and I decide to add a few links to the chain. When Nicolas feels one of his feet come free, he kicks at me and I fall and hit the basement floor hard. I am back on my feet immediately and start hitting him wildly with my whip. “That's not a wise thing to do”, I tell him. “I was making walking easier for you but now it will be much more difficult, instead of adding two links I'll remove two links and you will have to walk with this hobble chain for a long time. I am really pissed at you.” My whip has raised welts all over his body. My anger has subsided. He is still again. “Don't make me hurt you any more then I want to. “ You will be still or you will feel pain like never before”. I laugh to myself, you are going to feel pain like never before anyway'. I take two links out of the chain and put it back on his cuff again with no further trouble from Nicholas. Now walking is really difficult for him, he has to shuffle and it takes a lot of time to get to the shower.

*****

Her hands run over my body, trailing over my breast and stomach until they come to rest in the tuft of hair above my still half erected cock. She comes close to me, telling that she will remove my body hair, then tears a handful of hair. I scream in agony but she just ignores my pain and says that she will put me on a diet and have me to work out to shape my body to her liking, as if she owns me as a mere toy for her pleasure. And of course I know she does but I shall not give in to that bleak prospect, she'll experience that, I vow to myself. I swear at her in protest although that is of no use except to let her know that I will not subjugate myself meekly.

But she is not impressed. She laughs and goes away to fetch something. When she returns she releases part of the bonds with a single action. I am curious how she did that and whether I could have operated it likewise when I had not been blindfolded. Although my arms and neck are still locked tightly with the iron cuffs to the bars, my legs are free and I can get some movement. I move hesitantly, glad that I can ease my tense muscles a bit. With this flicker of regained freedom, my mind already races over a possibility for escape. Yet, before I can make a move, my ankles are cuffed and linked by a chain that restrains my movements. She grabs my cock and pulls me behind her. I shuffle awkwardly because of the short chain and a loss of coordination after the prolonged confinement in the dark and the strain the bonds put on my muscles. I falter and I feel her halt. She stoops in front me and she detaches the chain from one of the ankle cuffs. This is my chance! I kick with all my remaining powers at her. She screams as she falls over. I am disoriented for a moment about where the door may be, then decide to kick out again at her first to immobilise her for certain. I pose my body to balance myself but in that second she gets to her feet and leashes out at me with the whip. The first blow is not hard but it upsets my thoughts for a second after which they are lost completely in the storm of fierce blows that rains down on me. She yells at me. I cannot protect myself in any manner and the whip rips my flesh that burns with her fury. When she stops my mind is a void that is only filled with pain. When she stops I am grateful for the respite and I meekly accept that she links the chain to the cuff again. But she punishes me by putting me on a shorter leash than before and I can only wriggle behind her but she pulls me forth remorselessly…

*****

I pull down a chain dangling from the shower's ceiling and I connect it to the D-ring on the backside of his collar. He has to stand on his tiptoes now.

I slowly smear Nair all over his body including his head. He has to submit to me and lose that macho pride he has. Taking all his hair will be a great start. When he is properly trained I may allow some of it to grow back.

He must stand there on his tiptoes while the Nair does its work. In the meantime I start playing with his cock. I caress him very slow and soft and I watch him get bigger. At full length it's a nice uncut 9-inch cock, just the cock I was dreaming about. He starts to moan and when my strokes grow faster and harder I can tell he is getting into it. He even starts to buck with his hips. I know when it is time to stop, just at the moment he is about to cum, and I stop. His cock is twitching and bucking in the air as sounds of frustrations come from behind the gag. I laugh, “ You really think I'd let you cum? No way, your cumming days are over for a while. You have to earn that right, if you behave well, maybe you will get to cum, maybe not.” I start stroking again and he moans soft pleadingly sounds into his gag. I bring him almost to orgasm that way a couple of times and his dick is begging for release now.

I start to wash away the Nair with cold water and his hair starts to slide off of his body. Several times the drain clogs with his hair. Once I have rinsed all the hair from his body he is as smooth as a newborn baby. I love it this way. Even his bald head is nice. I let him dry in the air and there are Goosebumps all over his body. He starts to shiver from the cool basement air. His cock is shrivelled back and I tell him to piss while he can. After that I start to stroke him again. And in no time he stands at attention again and I let him go just when he is about to shoot his load. I get aroused at his moaning and I think of him licking me to orgasm.

*****

When she stops she links a chain to the collar that leaves me standing on my toes. She applies a lotion all over my body and head. Eventually, her hands smooth with lotion come to rest on my dick. She strokes me and I get aroused against my wish but I cannot command my body anymore. She kneads my cock harder and faster and I feel my cock pulsating and the movement spreads like wildfire to my groins…

But just before I can ejaculate she stops and she belittles me by saying that I would not be allowed to come until I had deserved that. She starts over and over again but always stopping before I reach my climax. My crotch is on fire and I need to release myself but she dampens my appetite when she hoses me down with cold water. I feel the strands of hair from my head slide down my belly and back. What did she put on me for fucks sake?! I am angry about this new humiliation that leaves me bald and naked…

When she is done, my wet body is exposed to the cold air and I shiver. She grabs my dick and tells me to piss. I try hard and although I do have to pee urgently it takes a while for me to conquer the shame. Again, the bitch start to work on my cock but I know that there will be no satisfaction to be gained from that for me…

*****

I take him to the center of the apartment' and I command him to kneel. He stands there proud and defiant. He is not going to obey my command. “I told you to kneel, you better do this now on your own and submit, because I have other ways to make you kneel”, I tell him with a stern voice. He is really not a wise one; being stubborn this way is getting him in a lot of trouble. “ I will say it once again, kneel down right now”. I sigh, I have to do something about this, and it's going to be a few hard days for him. But I have to break him quick and then build up the way I want him. I pull him down on his knees by his ears. He moans and fights back but I am stronger this time. I push him on his back and decide to do something about his proud behaviour. I take from the shelf a pot of glue and two little blocks with little spikes on them. I take his feet and smear them with the special body epoxy I have. I glue the little blocks, with the spikes towards his feet on to his feet. The glue is a special one; it was made to adhere things to the body for long periods of time. Only an application of an epoxy remover will release the blocks that are now glued to his feet.

I pull him back on to his feet and he now knows what I have just done to him. The blocks won't allow him to stand very long. His feet can't take the severe pain the blocks cause. I keep him standing for a while by gripping his balls tightly. I look at him and he is starting to shift from one foot to the other. His feet start to ache and he makes whinny moaning sounds behind the gag; tears roll down his cheeks. “Okay you may kneel now,” I tell him as I let go of his balls. With a sigh of relief he falls to his knees. “You have to wear these shoes' for a while”, I tell him. I want to see some better results from you before I decide to remove them.

*****

She leads me with my shamefully erected cock to another place where she tells me to kneel. I do not wish to comply to her command this time. She must know that I am still strong and able to withstand her. She orders me to do so several times but I do not waver. When she grabs my ears I regret my decision. I struggle but I have to give in ultimately and kneel on the floor. I know she is upset and that I will pay for it but I do not want to tolerate her domination that easily. She kicks me over so I am on my back, then walks away. When she returns, she put sticky stuff on the soles of my feet and glues some pointy things to them. She grabs the collar and helps me on my feet. A surge of pain springs from my feet. Spikes dig into my flesh and I try everything to get the weight from my feet. Please, let me kneel, I beg, but the gag makes my words unintelligible. The sadistic cunt grabs my balls and has me hanging upright to them. I shift my weight from one foot to the other so to relieve the pain, if only momentarily. I cannot bear this. I moan and start crying. I do not want to succumb to her and I am angry with my own weakness and at that bitch. She lets me kneel now and I comply eagerly. But she tells me that the blocks will stay glued to me for a while to teach me a lesson or two…

*****

“Lets see if you learned anything yet. You have to keep still and don't say a word now”. I release his gag. “Water”, he whispers with a croaking voice and I comply, I give him a sip of water. I wait, and let him recover a bit. But then his stubbornness is coming back. He starts to shout at me one more time. “ Stupid bitch! This is not over yet, when I get my hands on you, you will regret all the things you did to me, I can ......................” I put a ring gag in his mouth this time to make him shut up again. “This time it has to stay in here for at least a month, I tell him. I can feed you trough the ring and you can lick me. Stick out your tongue”, I command. He is surprised by my action and his tongue is out before he realises that he obeyed. I take the tip of his tongue and put a clamp on it. I make it tight, he starts to moan in pain and tries to pull his tongue back through the ring, but because of the clamp he can't get his tongue inside his mouth and it's sticking out through his ring gag. “Yes, you're right, there is no way you can put it back inside your mouth, I want to see that dirty tongue of yours, and its a good exercise for your tongue muscles.

I take his ears and I pull his mouth into my pussy. “I want you to lick me to orgasm now”, I command and he tries but with the clamp on his tongue it won't work. “Then use your nose,” I moan and I start to ride on his nose and pull and push him by his ears. And it feels great. I come in ten seconds and this orgasm is the most intense one I ever had.

I want to go upstairs again because I am still to angry at him and I decide to let him in the center of the room. I pull his balls trough a little cuff and tighten it. Then I take the chain that anchored into the floor and padlock it to the D- ring on the ball cuff. The chain gives him a little space he can lay down or kneel. I show him the bucket to piss or take a crap in. And then I leave him. As I close the door to the hidden apartment' I look back at him and sigh, he is really something and I am going to have a lot of fun training him. Look at him there, his feet with a too small hobble chain and kneeling blocks attached. He has a clamp on his tongue. His head and hands still in the stocks and he can't see anything because of the blindfold. What a beautiful sight. I lock the door with a smile.

*****

On my knees I sit in front of her. I feel her hands at the back of my head and how she undoes the buckle of the gag. When she takes the gag out, I gulp for air. My throat is parched and I beg for water. I am allowed a sip and its coolness revives me. With it, I regain some of my strength and obstinacy. I muster my strength in anger and swear at her, trying to let her see her wrongs. But there is no mercy, no understanding. The ball gag is replaced by a contraption with a ring that keeps my mouth open. I am told to endure this for a month, thus disabling my speech for that period! But I can be fed through it and I can stick out my tongue so I can lick her. Right, I think, believe it yourself. But in an unguarded moment I stick out my tongue when told to and before I realise what I have done, she places a clamp on it. It pierces into the sensitive flesh and my tongue is extended past its normal length. I try to pull it in but the clamp cannot pass the ring and pain and cramp in the base of my tongue raise my agony…

I hear her undo her belt and unzip her pants. I bow my head in despair but she grabs me and pulls me by the ears towards her crotch. She tells me to lick her and I feel and taste the metallic tang of her vagina but the movements of my tongue are restricted by the clamp. I sense her disappointment but she trusts me hard into her crotch. She smothers me and rides against me. She rubs me against my nose and she climaxes in no time. Her anger is unleashed and she shouts abuse at me. Then she lets me go. Although her anger is still palpable, her movements are controlled and efficient. I feel how I am chained by my balls to the floor. She pushes a bucket towards me to pee and shit into. I hope I can find it when I need to because I have little slack to move around, let alone the spiked blocks, and my legs are tied together by the chain. I feel the coarseness of the concrete floor of the cell dig into my knees and the coldness permeate my naked body. I am deeply humiliated without cloths and chained like a dog to the floor without any bedding and with pain spreading through my tongue and from the welts that lacerate my body. I await what she will bring down on me again but relax slightly in the confinement of the cell and blindfold when I hear her sigh and open and close the door. I ease my body onto the floor but knock over the bucket while doing so. I swear as I shall now have to soil the floor and I know that I shall pay for that mistake. Exhausted I close my eyes behind the fold and fall into a restless sleep...

*****


Part 4
Up in the kitchen I made myself something to eat. Sitting down and eating my mind wandered back to Nicolass misdeeds. The rage once more built up in me when I thought of what he had done to those women. I want him to pay dearly for what he has done…]
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They fell in love with him so easily. Once he had their trust he would ask them to marry him. Of course they had all said yes, what woman wouldnt for the perfect guy? They would plan a big engagement party to announce their wedding to the world. She thinks she is going to her engagement party but Nicolas has other plans. As she enters the room that she thinks is her engagement party strong hands take her by surprise. They bind her in a hog-tie on a large oak table. She is crying and scared, and then she sees Nicolas and screams for him to save her. Nicolas comes to her with something in his hands. He forces a penis gag past her jaws and deep into her mouth. She hears him say, “This bitch make too much noise”. She watches through tear filled eyes as he turns and walks away. The man she loves, the man she trusted has betrayed her. She is crushed.
The rest of the nightmare is a blur. Her clothes are cut from her body. She is auctioned off to the highest bidders. Bids for first blowjob and popping the virgins cherry are taken with Nicolas as the auctioneer. Then other people paying for her services use her the whole nightlong. After the last person has had their way with her, Nicolas releases the woman naked in the streets. He tells them he could never marry a whore like them. He says a virgin would never do the things I saw you do tonight. The womens lives are shattered in one night. Most cant live with themselves and take their own life by mornings light. Those that dont kill themselves retreat deep into their own minds and are sent to an asylum for the insane.
Nicolas preys upon weak women. He has become rich off of them.
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…Now I have access to that money and I will use it toward training Nicolas and to support abused women. I need to find a way to save the women that lived.

Nicolas is feeling miserable. His body is racked with pain. His muscles are cramped from his very limited movement. His tongue feels like a dried out sponge and the pain from the clamp is driving him insane. How did he get like this? What are her intentions? He has never been this scared in his whole life. At this moment he feels broken like there is no fight left in him. This woman is crazy he must do what she wants. He does not want to suffer like this anymore. Is she ever coming back? She must come back. Nicolas can do nothing but wait for her return. Please return his mind screams. Nicolas drifts off to a safer place in his mind, not really sleep but he is not really conscious either. His mind snaps back to reality when he hears a noise outside the door. She is back he hopes and prays.
*****
Since long the pain had past a stage in which it was intolerable. First the clamp bit into the sensitive flesh of my tongue and its weight tensed my muscle, spreading an acute pain. I am drooling like an idiot but gradually my saliva runs out and my tongue turns leathery. It swells and turns numb while the cramp of my arched and restrained body occupies progressively my mind. I shift myself restlessly to get some relief but I cannot maintain any position for any period of time as another part of my body starts aching. My agony  is nothing more but a discomfort, however, compared to the emotions that rage through my mind; uncertainty, anger and fear what she has done and what she would inflict on me. My ordeal has drained my strength and my head sinks despondently towards the ground. I hear the door being opened. I sense her presence but I am to exhausted and frightened to react…
*****
When I open the door I see him, kneeling and head bowed. “Lets see if you are willing to obey my commands now”. I walk over to him and take away his blindfold. He has his eyes closed and wont look at me. “Okay one of the lessons youve learned well. Lets see about that dirty tongue of yours”. I loosen the clamp and let his swollen purple tongue free. He cannot use his tongue; it hangs bloated out of the ring gag. I have a sport bottle in hand and squirt water over his hot angry looking tongue. It feels cool and soothing, he moans softly. He must eat I dont want him dying of starvation. I have lain in a power drink that supplies him with all the nutrients he needs. Taking a funnel I shove the pointed end into the ring of the gag. The funnel squeezes past his swollen tongue causing great pain to him. Lifting the funnel into an upright position also puts an extra strain on his neck from his collar and stocks. Moaning sounds of pain come out of the funnel as I pour the power drink into the funnel. “Spill any pig and you will suffer”, I threaten. The fluid drains quickly down his throat. He swallows furiously to keep up but near the end he chokes and a small amount of the drink is spilt. “Thats going to cost you”.
I lock his wrists to his collar using a couple of links of chain. I remove the stocks that were holding him. Next the chain anchoring him to the basement floor by his balls is released and he is free to move about. “I want you at attention,” I tell Nicolas. “This means you have to stand on your feet and wait until I give the order to kneel again. This is what you have to do every time I come in, when you cant stand because you are restricted with a chain to the ball-cuff you have to kneel and putt your forehead to the floor”. I pull him on his feet and tell him to stand there at attention. He complies without hesitation with his eyes down not looking at me. He sighs, and shifts from one foot to the other but he stays quiet but in visible pain from the wooden blocks.
I gather items from the shelf I need but I always keep one eye on him. “I know what you did to those women, your fiancées. You will pay for your past misdeeds, pay very dearly”. His shoulders droop down and his chin hangs to his chest. It looks like he is really ashamed, but I wont believe it.
*****
I hear her approaching and feel how she removes my blindfold. I do not dare to open my eyes, much to her approval. I am almost grateful when she takes away the clamp. But it brings no relief because I only feel how sore it is when the blood starts circulating again. I try to flex it but it remains limp and it juts prostrately through the ring gag. I am parched. She pours some water on my thirsting tongue and I feel its soothing cold on my sore flesh. I try to beg for more but the only sound I can produce is unintelligible moaning...
With my eyes still closed, I feel her hands next to my face. Before I can squint through my caked eyelids I have a thick rubber tube forced down my throat. In my blurred vision I see a funnel at the end of the tube. She pulls the tube up and this strains my aching back and shoulders. I groan at the inflicted pain. She tells me to swallow all she pours down the tube. I taste the sickening sweet taste of the sports drink that does nothing to lessen my thirst. Yet, I gulp eagerly in obedience to her command but she over feeds me and I nearly choke. I spill some of the liquid and accept passively that I shall be punished for this...
My wrists are chained to the collar before I am released. With my eyes cast down I listen to her instructions. She raises me to have me stand at attention. My knees are weak and I feel miserable of the ache in my tormented limbs and from the pain that springs from the spiked blocks that are glued to my feet. I am struggling to comply to her order but endure the pain in fear that worse might come otherwise. While I am standing there she goes on with her own business, ignoring my predicament. Casually she tells me that she knows about my dealings with the other women. Despite her composure, she seems very upset about this and she tells me that I shall pay for this. I am reminded of the ordeal she has put me through already and despair at the thought of the pain and humiliation she may still heap on me...
*****
I suddenly feel his eyes wandering over me and when I look I see his defiant stern blue eyes looking straight at me. I have a single-tailed whip in my hand and it snakes out at him like lightening. It lands a direct hit right below his right nipple. A small cut trickles blood as a large welt appears. “So soon we forget ore lessons? I expected better behaviour from you. His eyes are down again. He swallows and moans in pain. His tongue is still outside his mouth, he cant pull him back. It is still too swollen to pull back through the ring. It is an angry blue-red colour now. All this time he is standing on his feet, with the blocks. When I tell him to kneel again, with a sigh of relief he falls to his knees at once. “How does that feel to overcome your pride by kneeling when commanded too”?
*****
But I realise that I have to fight for my survival. I look for a way out and see her shapely but nimble body. To think that I once liked and courted her. That double-dealing bitch! Certainly I shall not be subdued by that cunt! I try to form words and scold her, even plead with her. But I am still speechless and the effort is too much for my exhausted body. I sway and the movement catches her eye. I manage to keep myself standing and look in her direction. Immediately she lashes out at me and I feel the sting of the whip that trails a burning welt across my breast. Tears spring to my eye and I gasp and sigh in pain. She walks over to me and commands me to kneel down. Eagerly I obey her and let all subversive thoughts slip from my mind.
*****
I take his chin and look him in the eyes. “I have something for you”, I tell him and I let him see what I have in my hand. His eyes get big and he swallows again. In my hand I have a double-sided dildo. “See, this side goes into your ring-gag and this side goes into my pussy”, I say with a smile. I shove the shorter end of the dildo through the ring of his gag trapping his engorged tongue once more. He moans from the pain. “Now I want you to fuck me”. I take his ears in my hands and I shove the long thick end of the dildo sticking out of his mouth deep into my waiting wet pussy. I start pulling and pushing his ears moving the dildo in and out fucking my pussy with his dildo filled mouth. When I let go of his ears he tries to take over the pace but its too difficult for him so I have to take his ears again. I came three times this way and I felt wonderful, never in my life have I felt this kind of electricity in my body, its the thrill of having your own toy doing this for you, I think. I let the dildo stick inside the ring-gag and its a nice sight to see this big cock coming out of his mouth.
I pour some cold water in a bowl and take that to his cell. I put it on the floor and then I go back to him and tell him to stand again. He moans softly and looks sad at me. I swing my whip down hard on his ass. A muffled scream comes from him. “Dont you dare look at me! Next time you will lose your sight for a month! Come on, get on your feet and be quick about it”! I grab an ear again and pull him on his feet. “Lets go to the toilet, I think its time you have to piss or take a crap. I am putting you away for a while and I wont have this mess in your cell, so now is your chance to do this or else you have to wait until I come back”. I pull on the leash I have attached to his balls. With his feet tightly hobbled it takes time to walk over to the toilet but when we are arrived there he tries to stand before the pot to piss. I stop him just in time, “Oh no you dont, only a real man can stand to piss and you are not a real man to me. So you have to sit down and do your business”. He tries to do it but nothing comes out. “If you make a mess in your cell you have to clean it with your tongue”, I threaten him. After a while he grunts to let me know he is finished. I let him bow forward and I wipe his ass with a cold cloth.
Its a long way back to the cell with the tiny steps he takes we will be a long time getting there. I decide he has to adjust to me, and I take longer steps and he has to follow me or his balls will be ripped off.
In his cell I show him the bowl of water I put there, “this is for your swollen tongue to cool down, but first you have to fuck me again”. I put the big dildo back onto my pussy and I urge him to go faster and faster until I shake all over my body and I climax again in a big orgasm. It feels great. I pull the dildo out of his ring gag and then command him to lick the whole thing clean. Then its time to lock him away. I close the cell door with a loud clang and I see he shifts uneasily to the sound. I turn out the lights and a close the “apartment door. Its been a long day; I am tired, in need of a shower and a good nights sleep.
*****
With one hand she grabs my head and pulls it backwards so that I can see what she is holding in the other. It is a thick black double-sided dildo. I blink at the sight and try to swallow very hard, to no avail. One side of the dildo she thrusts down my throat. It squeezes my swollen tongue against the ring gag which makes me moan in pain. She only laughs and bares her crotch and grabs my ears. She pulls me forward and I see the dildo penetrate her wet pussy. She rides hard against me, the dildo hurting my tongue and the back of my throat. She let me go but I could not keep up the pace and she took control again, nearly tearing my ears from my head. I felt and saw her belly convulse and endured passively her prolonged climax while I was softly crying...
She leaves me there, worn-down and humiliated with the perverse black rod, still glistening from her lust, protruding from my mouth. Its weight tenses my aching neck downwards but, when she puts something on the floor, I look instinctively in her direction. Its weight pulls my head down again immediately and she moves towards me. She must have caught my look for I am punished with the whip without delay, its sting digging in my buttocks.
I am pulled up by my ear and, with a leash attached to my balls; I am drawn towards a corner to relieve myself so that I would not soil my cell. In her wake I struggle towards the toilet. I have to go urgently but I am stopped in my tracks by her; she forces me to sit down as a woman for I am no longer considered to be a man by her. I feel deeply embarrassed but I manage eventually to do my business. When I am ready, I am cleaned by her and dragged back to my place. I can hardly follow her pace but the leash pulls painfully at my balls.
She shows me a bowl of water to cool my tongue but first she fucks herself again with the dildo. I endure this humiliation but I am nearly overcome with nausea as the dildo makes me wretch and the pungent taste and smell of her intimacy fills my mouth and nose. But I manage to hang on just when she stalls and climaxes wildly. She smothers me in her crotch while she is panting and cursing at me under her breath, then she removes the dildo. I try to lick it clean as ordered but I can still hardly control my tongue. It does not make a difference, however, as she rubs it over my tongue. Suddenly, she is all efficient again and I am restrained like before. I accept my bonds meekly and wait until she goes away. I hear the door being closed and startle to it. I do not want to think how long she may leave me like this. Overcome with thirst, sink my hot tongue deep into the cool water that is placed before me until I can move it again, then fall asleep on the cold, hard floor of my cell...
*****

Part 5

Part 5
I go up to take a well-needed shower. As the warm water washes over me I realize that I love having him in the basement. I find myself getting horny all over again just thinking about him. As I reach down to finger myself the water suddenly goes cold and I am ripped out of my fantasy and feel ashamed of myself. How could I have warm thoughts about this man? I am mad at myself for starting to fall for him like I would a soft cuddly puppy. This man in my basement is a monster. He should be treated like dirt. I can’t lose focus for the reason this animal is in my basement. Why I have kidnapped him. I need to help the women whose lives have been destroyed by this man. I need to stop this monster from harming another woman. I need to get things rolling right now.
I finish my shower and roughly dry myself off. I am angry with him and myself and my anger chooses my attire for me. I don my tight fitting black leather motorcycle jacket. I squeeze back into my black leather pants. Menacing black leather engineer boots are on my feet and tight fitting black leather gloves on my hands. I look in the mirror and an angry black leather bitch stares back at me with steely eyes.
Before I head to the basement once more, I grab the pile of papers I had a lawyer make up for me for this occasion. Once he signs these papers I control his wealth. As I descend the stairs just one thought is in my mind, ‘he will sign these papers now’.
I abruptly throw open the door to the apartment and turn on the light. He is there in his cage blinking from the light with a scared look on his face. He is staring at me. “Won’t you ever learn”, I bellow! I storm over and unlock the cage as he tries to struggle to his feet to be at attention for me. I don’t give him the chance and forcibly yank him out of the cage by his steel collar. I throw him into the centre of the room. He lands hard on his side and I hear the air escape his body through the ring gag. I kick him with my heavy booted foot in the ass, “on your knees scum-bag, now!” He is too slow; I grab a handful of his hair and pull him to his knees. A moan of pain escapes the gag. I leave him kneeling there and drag a small table to the centre of the room until it is in front of him. I put the pile of papers on the table along with a pen.
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I startle at her opening the door. Instinctively, I look in her direction through the bars of the cage to which I am confined since her last visit. I see her outlined in black by the light that shines in the corridor behind her. Slowly my eyes, heavy of the fitful and dreamless sleeps and caked from my tears, adapt to the gloom and focus. Before I can make out her dress I smell the pungent smell of leather through the dank air of my cell. I discern the fine features of her lovely face below the crown of her luscious hair, which fairness contrasts starkly against the shining black that clothes her body. I am captured by her beauty and briefly my hardship is forgotten…
The spell is quickly broken when the lamps in my cell break into a harsh glare to which my eyes are unaccustomed. Immediately I realise my mistake and I try to stand to attention but my painful body won’t obey. My disobedience arouses her anger and while I struggle in vain to stand up she opens my cell and hauls me out the cell. The rough floor grazes my skin and bruises my sore body when I land hard in the centre of the cell. I feel her boot land a hard kick between my ass and scrotum. The pain leaves me disorientated and about to faint but I am pulled by my hair on my knees. I cry in pain as a hurt beast for the ring gag deprives me of any human communication. Through my tears I see some strands of my regrown hair fall in clumps to the floor. A low table is placed before me on whom she loads some papers and a pen…
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“I have papers here that I need you to sign. I warn you right now, do not give me any trouble”. I start to free his left hand since he is left-handed and needs it to sign the papers with that hand. The moment it is freed his hand snakes out with lightning speed and grabs a handful of hair on the back of my head. Although this is very painful to me I smile. I had hoped he would do this. Nicolas does not know that I am an expert at Aikido. He tries to bark orders through the ring gag. I laugh at him as I send a gloved fist into his solar plexus and the other fist into his face. He loses the grip he had on my hair and falls backwards onto the cold floor. I am on him in a flash pummelling his body with leather-clad blows. He wails in pain and anger as he realizes he is no match for me in these conditions. I kick him hard several times and try to control my anger. I feel like I am not going to stop until he is dead and that scares me, but I am also very excited and the leather is very moist and hot around my crotch. Why did this violence excite me so? I look down at his dick and found that it was hard; why would he be hard right now?
Again I yanked him up to his knees and shoved the pen into his shaking hand. “Sign where all the red Xs are”, I point to the first one. He hesitates and my open hand slaps him on the back of the head, “sign it now! Don’t make me bitch slap you again!” A flash of anger appears on his face as he looks at me out of the corners of his blue eyes. My leather-gloved hand slaps him hard across his face, “staring at me again! You really are stupid! Now sign the papers!” Tears well up in his eyes from the force of the blow and he realizes he has no choice. He signs by the first X. He signs his name more than a dozen times before he is through.
I straighten the papers and put back the table. He gives me no trouble as I secure his left arm once more; I’m a little disappointed by this. I am also in need of an orgasm and wrap my gloved fingers in his hair. I pull his face into the crotch of my tight leather pants. All of the sudden his whole world is nothing but the smell of leather and the sweet scent of pussy. I hump his face using his nose to stimulate me through my pants. It does not take long for me to have the biggest climax of my life. I smother him as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. He is on the verge of passing out when my thighs unlock his head. Still shaking a little from my orgasm I lock him back into his cage. His dick is hard as a rock, “poor baby at least one of us got off”, I laugh loudly as I turn off the lights and lock the apartment door.
*****
She tells me to sign those papers. She needs to undo the cuff of my left hand for that. I realize this is my only chance to get at her. As soon as my hand is free I dash out and grab at her hair. I shout at the bitch to let me go. But my reflexes are blunted and my strength dulled. She hits me hard on the chest, which makes me gasp for breath and then she plants a hard blow in my face. I loose my grip and fall to the ground. I cannot protect myself as her blows and kicks rain down on my defenceless body. I cry in pain, fearing the damage that she can inflict upon me. I try to curl up my body to protect me as far as the stocks allow me. As I press my legs together I feel to my embarrassment that my flesh is grotesquely aroused. As if she has caught my movement and my humiliating state, she stops suddenly. I am pulled on my knees again and the pen is pressed in my hand. I am disorientated and it costs me to read the text in front of me. I can read few of the words but their meaning escapes me. I try to concentrate and read the text when she hits my head. I look at her in anger but realize that I have no choice but to obey in this situation. With difficulty I put my signature at the designated places on the documents in front of me as ordered…
She takes away the papers and shackles me up again. Then she grabs my hair and locks my head between her legs. I am smothered against her leather-clad crotch and she starts to ride slowly against me, rubbing my lips and nose against her pussy. I am nauseous with the overwhelming smell of leather and her intimacy and close to asphyxiation as she rides faster and faster against me until she comes in violent spasms against me. I struggle for breath and my dick is swollen and purple when I am released. She laughs and mocks me with my state when she drags me into the cage again. Exhausted I sink to the floor as I feel the doors fall in their locks and am engulfed by the sleepless, fearful dark that separate the bleaker moments of my ordeal…
*****

I find it hard to strip my sweat soaked leathers from my body. Once nude I take another shower. I am shaking still from how close I came to not controlling these primal urges I have for inflicting pain. I know if I had lost total control he would be dead. I finger myself as the hot water cascades over my body. I cum thinking about the beating I just gave him. I dry off and crawl naked into bed. I drift off to sleep as my head hits the pillow.
******
Nicolas is in the dark, kneeling in his cell. ‘What were those papers he signed? What does she want from me? She will pay for what she has done to me. When I break out of here I will have the biggest auction of my life. I’ll invite all the hard core perverts I can find and she’ll be the star of the show’. He grins at this thought. He can still smell her leather and pussy and realizes he needs to cum badly. His hands are useless and can’t help him. He moves closer to the bars and runs his rigid dick across the metal bars but it does nothing to help his situation. He finally falls forward on the cold stone floor trapping his boner between his body and the rough floor. He starts to hump the floor. It is painful and hard but does the job as he soon cums all over his stomach and the floor. He lies there on the cold floor and falls asleep in the puddle of his own cum.

In the dark I ponder about the meaning of the papers she made me sign. All I can imagine is that she tries to transfer all my possessions in her name. Is she just a greedy bitch or is there a bigger scheme? I am worried but it also means that she has to expose herself and there is a chance that she’ll attract the attention of the police as my absence must have been noticed by now. And she will pay for this, she can bet on that. I want to see her degraded to the worthless slut she is but I’ll bet I can get a good price for her services at the auction. My friends will gladly pay to get their hands on her first to saviour her body, tense and tight with fear, and to break it for their own pleasure. She’ll plead for her life then but her pleas will be more desperate and eventually unintelligible when she is raped in every possible way into submission until she is nothing but a will-less shivering heap of flesh that is only suitable for things too dark to imagine. I still smell and taste the leather and her pussy. These thoughts render me so horny. My cock is burning and throbbing incessantly. I try to ride against the bars but I cannot get any satisfaction until I rub my dick hard against the rough floor. I ejaculate in long, strong gulps that surprise me. Suddenly I feel tired and I fall fast asleep for the first time in many days…
******
I wake early the next morning and meet the lawyer at her office when it opens. Scanning the signed papers she shakes her head in wonderment, “how did you ever get this low-life to sign away his fortune to you?” This lawyer was a would-be victim of Nicolas, but she saw a dark side in him and never fell for him. I knew she was the right woman for the job. To answer her I just gave her a knowing smile. “Well everything seems to be in order, you now have control over everything he owns”. I thanked her and told her I would be in touch.
My next stop was his factory. I showed my papers to the manager and explained to him who I was. He seemed relieved he would now be dealing with Nicolas anymore. Nicolas was an absentee boss most of the time and only came around to stir up trouble. No one at the company will miss him. They don’t even care where he is or what has happened to him.
Nicolas had driven eight young women insane. I had instructed the lawyer to find these women and put them in a private facility. She was to see to it that they got the best of care. I have hopes of restoring these women to their former selves.
There were four women that did not go as far off the deep end as the six that killed themselves or the eight that were institutionalised. All four of these women were homeless. They prostituted themselves and did drugs to cope with their past. I had a private detective track each of these women down for me. My original plan was to house them in Nicolas’ huge penthouse but I feared there would be too many bad memories for them there and they would not be able to heal. I sold the penthouse and bought a mansion in the quiet countryside. I hired two caring women councillors that would help put these women back together and end their addictions. The women knew I was their benefactor but not why I was helping them. My hope is in time the other eight women will also live in the mansion. In time I will share with them what is in my basement.

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Nicolas awakes from his uneasy slumber. He is cold and stiff and wonders about how long he has been asleep. He is unaware of the dried semen on his stomach. He starts to think about the situation in a clear light. ‘Who is this bitch and how does she know of my ‘love interests’? What is her angle? Was she someone’s sister, maybe?’ No answers would come to him. Through the stiffness and soreness of his body his bladder told him he had to go. If he just pissed in his cell she would punish him. He had to think quickly; his bladder demanded release. Then he thought of his bowl of water. Crawling across the floor of the cage he soon came in contact with the bowl spilling some of the water. His tongue was still too swollen to pull inside the ring gag. His plan was to drink the water and then piss in it. The water felt good to his dried out and swollen tongue but his drinking was much too slow for his bladder. So he tipped the bowl over with his nose and spilled the water out. Then he kneeled and tried to piss in the bowl. This was a lot harder to do then he thought. On his knees and with no hands he was not even coming close to hitting the bowl. He could not stop the flow. He managed to get only a little into the bowl. He was fearful of
Tara finding this mess and tried sucking up water and piss alike. He tried to spread the puddles with his body in hope that they would dry faster and she would find no mess.
He lay on his side and again thought of his predicament. ‘I did nothing wrong to those bitches. They wanted what I gave them. They had the choice to say no. So now it was a crime to make a little extra money?’ Nicolas drifted into sleep.

Doubts and thoughts about her intentions keep rising and sinking to the surface in my slumber. They fail to take a concrete shape but they chase of the last shreds of fitful sleep from my mind. The relief of my climax is of short duration as it urges me to urinate now I am awake. I cannot hold any longer and my mind races furiously to find a solution. Desperately I drag myself to the bowl with water. I try to drink as much as I can before I can no longer control my bladder. I knock over the bowl and try to urinate into it. But I cannot direct the stream and I leak urine all over the place. In despair I look at the mess and I try to clean it by licking the floor clean. My progress is slow and I fear that that she may come in any minute. I drag and roll my body through the mess in the hope it will evaporate and soak into the concrete when it is smeared out. Why do I have to tolerate this suffering? Is it about those sluts I sold? They asked for it and all I did was making some money from the bitches who would have whored themselves into oblivion anyway. I try to ignore the smell of piss and manage to fall asleep in the end…
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I was out of my house the whole day and was anxious to get back and check on him. It was amazing what money will do. Even though I did most of the work to help the victims earlier, none of it could be put in motion until I controlled Nicolas’ fortune. So I accomplished a lot today and was feeling better about myself. I hope to save the twelve surviving women. I want them to be the first to see what I have planned for him.
I gather up a bag full of items to take down to the basement. He must have heard me coming for when I opened the door he was already standing at attention looking down at the floor. I take my time setting up a few things and then drag a chair over near his cage. I sit down slowly and say, “You may now kneel”. A sigh escapes him as he kneels grateful to be off of the blocks on his feet. I pull a steel bucket in front of me into his view. I reach into the bag I had bought down with me and pull out a pair of sharp looking scissors. I reach into the bag again, “what do we have here, it’s your passport”. Snip the passport is cut in two and discarded into the bucket. My hand reaches into the bag again, “look here is your driver’s license”. Snip the license is cut in half and dropped into the bucket. I look up and his piercing blue eyes are dark with anger. “Down!” It is all I have to say and his eyes drop to the bucket. “That infraction will cost you. Several credit cards, his birth certificate and other various forms of ID are cut up and thrown into the bucket. The clothes he was wearing are shredded and thrown in too. “Last but not least your cell phone”, I snap off the antenna and remove the battery and throw all but the battery into the bucket. I pull a small tin of lighter fluid from the bag and soak the contents of the bucket. He struggles feebly to free himself from his bonds. I light a match and throw it into the bucket. Flames erupt feeding on the bucket’s contents.
I watch his eyes fill with tears as he watches the flames consume his life. “Everything you have is gone now. You can’t even prove who you are. You are now completely dependent on me. I’ll decide when you’ll eat, drink, sleep, shit, piss, see, walk and speak. You are nothing without me. All off your money is mine. I am using it to help the poor girls you have abused. I even sold that great big penthouse of yours and donated its entire contents”. He is crying with rage. He uselessly struggles to be free. He tries to shout obscenities at me but only looks pitiful as drool drip out of his mouth and on to his smooth chest. “Oh, and when the money runs out, I will put you to work to pay my bills”, I laugh enjoying his torment.
“Ok now to let you in on the game plan for your training. First you need to get into better shape. We need to rid you of that lazy belly of yours. As you already know you will be kept on a strict diet. Dieting alone though won’t get you into the shape I want you in so I have designed a simple task to aid in your fitness. As you can see on the other side of the room there are five large stones. Each one weighs more then the next. The smallest stone is fifty pounds, the next is seventy five, the next is one hundred, the next is one hundred and twenty five and the biggest stone weighs a mere one hundred and fifty pounds. Each stone has a sensor attached to it and you must correctly place each stone in its reader to get credit for the move. A red light above the sensor will turn green once the stone is correctly placed. Once you have moved all five of the stones across the room that will count as a set. Since you still have the blocks on your feet and this is new to you, you will only have to do six sets in a day. The sensors are hooked into my computer upstairs so I can monitor your progress. There can be no cheating. When I see that your training is progressing and you stay out of trouble then I will remove the ‘shoes’ from your feet and lengthen the hobble chain. You must wear your ring gag for one month and for today I will add the double-sided dildo for my amusement”.
“You will also be intensely instructed in the art of pleasuring the female. As part of your on going punishment I will arouse you every chance I get but you will be given no release until I deem you worthy and that may be a long time from now”, a cold laugh escapes me.
I stand and put the chair back in its place. The fire has died and the bucket is cool enough to kick it out of the way. I unlock the cage, “out”, I command and he starts to crawl out of the cage. “On your feet! You are the one that would not kneel for me so now you can have your way and stay on your feet”. He stands, “to the centre of the room”, I bark. I look into the cage. “What is this mess?! Get back here and clean this up. Are you an animal? Pissing where you sleep and drink! Clean this up now!” I lash out at his ass with the single-tailed whip I was carrying. I continued to beat his ass as he attempted to lick the mess up he had made. I started to get excited again seeing the marks on his ass I had made and watching him suck up his own piss on my command. I felt my pussy juices start to flow. I stopped beating him before I could not stop. “You are pathetic. Next time this happens I will place a catheter in your dick”. I saw him wince at that remark. “Back to the centre of the room!”
******
I have been awake for some time. I am wet and cold and nearly sick with the foul stench of my piss. My mind is blank until it catches the noise of the door being unlocked. I stand to attention. The spikes of the blocks cause me great pain but she ignores me and goes about putting a few things in front of my cell, together with some carrier bags she brought with her. Finally she allows me to kneel in front of her. My relief is short-lived as I see with mounting anger how she destroys all proof of my identity. She catches my glare and says that she will punish me for that. Immediately I look down as instructed but my helpless rage does not subside. I watch as she destroys my phone and adds it to the pile of torn-up papers and cards in the bucket on which she pours lighter fluid and holds a match to. Eager flames devour the last traces of my existence and I cry from anger and despair. She tells me what I know already: that I am completely dependent on her and that she shall decide every second of my life. Then, for the first time, she speaks about her motive, revenge for the things I did to the girls. I try to protest and scold her but I cannot produce any sound but some miserable sobs behind the ring gag. She mocks me and she revels in my misery…
She gives me the pointless task to roll, whilst restrained, some huge stones across the floor of my cell. She’ll monitor my progress and punish or reward me accordingly. She clearly stats that she wants to train my body but also to render me into a lowly slave, set to her satisfaction. I do not longer have the force or will to protest. I am no longer upset by the humiliation as she forces the double-sided dildo down my throat although it makes me wretch and it presses my maltreated tongue down, causing me constant pain.
For my disrespect I am punished by having to walk to the middle of the cell. Then she notices the mess I have made and she lashes out at me with the whip. She removes the dildo and makes me lick every puddle while she strikes out at me. The prospect that she shall force a catheter down my urinary tract makes me shiver with fear of the damage it may do and I continue to lick up the mess meekly, not taking heed of the blows on my exposed arse…
******
He smelled of sweat and piss. I observed the bruising I had caused from the earlier beating. He had dried blood from his nose caused by my punch to his face. Then I notice the unthinkable; was that dried cum on his stomach? “Did you get yourself off last night?” His head is down and he starts to shake. My whip strikes him on the inside of his thigh, “I asked you a question, answer me!” He slowly nods yes a pleading moan behind the ring gag. “Well, I see you give me no choice. I thought it might be too cruel even for you to wear, but you asked for it”. I walk over to the shelf and grab a chastity device simply called the chastity pole. It is a cruel device.

For those readers unfamiliar with the chastity pole please read the following description taken from the excellent web site of Altarboy Chasitybelt site:
www.tpe.com/~altarboy/ 
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Its a rigid steel pole, 1" in diameter, with a tiny little screw to make it longer or shorter, the chastity pole had 3 steel bands attached at equal distances along its length. These bands could be tightened, by means of small ratcheting hand screws, until they had a circumference not much bigger than a pencil. The bands could be released by means of a tiny key in the pole. They could not be loosened without the key. The idea was to attach the device to a man’s penis. The pole went in the back. The top band went around the penis, just under the head. The bottom is just above the balls. The middle band went, well in the middle. When the bands were tightened the penis was squeezed, preventing blood flow and enlargement. When they were tightened down close to minimum diameter, not much wider than a pencil, the male could not get hard, and could never achieve orgasm. In addition, if the male was sexually stimulated, the device could cause considerable pain. Pissing was possible but definitely no fun. A man, forced to wear a tightened chastity pole for a few days, would do most anything for the woman with the key. The real beauty of the device was in the pole extension screw. Even with a soft cock (the only kind a tightened device permitted) the pole could be extended, stretching the soft tissue to a nice length. The steel pole kept the soft cock stiff. The male could fuck, in fact, could fuck for a long, long time, giving his partner great pleasure, while he himself was never able to achieve erection, much less orgasm.
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I had bought this device in hopes of using it on him. Once I saw how cruel it was I was afraid to use it, but now he has forced me to use it and I find that I am delighted by this turn of events. I take his shrivelled cock in my hand and begin attaching the rings. I marvel at the finished product. I see tears of pain and shame drip onto his cheeks as a wail spews from the ring gag. I place a latex sheath over the device and his cock and it looks like he is wearing a big dildo. “I hope you suffer and never touch your cock again,” I coldly whisper through clenched teeth.
*****
When I am done I walk over to the centre of the cell again. In the light she must have seen the semen stains on me. She flies into a fury. On her questioning and in the light of the irrefutable evidence I confess my sin. She gets a metal device that she attaches to my dick by three rings that constrain my dick to the metal rod that runs parallel to it. When she has attached the device, she cruelly trails my cock with her finger. I cannot help to get aroused but my penis cannot erect and from my crotch only springs intense pain. She hides my contorted dick with a black latex cock balloon. I flinch at her rebuke that I would suffer and never touch my cock again…
****
“You smell worst then a pig in his wallow. It is time to clean off the mess you made, you filthy pig!” I grab the leash that is still attached to his ball cuff and start to drag him towards the shower area. I walk fast to the shower and he has a hard time keeping up and muffles a protest through his gag. “Keep up or you will rip your balls off”, I say as I increase my pace. I attach the overhead chain to his collar and grin an evil grin as I realize how much pain is being inflicted on his feet right now. I grab a stiff brush and a bar of soap; “this will get that filthy cum off your body”. I scrub his body from head to toe until his skin is bright pink. A constant moan comes from his gagged mouth. I turn the cold water on to rinse him off and the moan becomes high pitch. His feet dance back and forth; I just laugh out loud at him. My pussy though is about to overheat; I am so turned on by his suffering.
After I turn off the water I allow him to kneel as the water drips from his battered body. It’s been almost a whole day since his last feeding so I take this opportunity to do it. Without warning I jam the funnel through the ring gag and start to pour the protein drink down his throat. He must have been really hungry since he has little difficulty keeping up with the flow.
I pull the funnel out and quickly replace it with the double-sided dildo. He looks at me in pain and anger. I hit him in the face with the back of my hand, “looking at me? You are not looking at me?” He shuts his eyes forcing tears out of them. He moans in pain as his swollen tongue is trapped again. I grab his ears and ride his face hard bringing myself to another big orgasm. I dismount him and look at him his face glistens with my pussy juice. He looks so ridiculous with the cock coming out of his mouth and his tongue coming out underneath the cock. I laugh at him and he reddens.
“Exercise time, go over and start moving the stones”. I watch him slowly shuffle toward the stones. Try as he might he can’t even move the smallest of the five stones. His chain needs to be lengthened for his arms to move better. “I am going to add links to your chain so you will be able to move the stones easier. If you act up in anyway I will keep your chain short and beat you with my whip until all the stones are moved. Do you understand me?” I crack my whip when he hesitates to answer. He nods his head yes. I add longer lengths to each arm and then remove the shorter links. As the last link is remove I see his body tense like he was about to attack but then he thinks better of it and shuffles to the smallest stone. I am a little disappointed.
I watch him move the first two stones with great difficulty. “I am leaving you now. You will be monitored. When you move the stones six times go back into your cage and await my return”. I leave him then to the sounds of grunts and moans. I leave the light on for him but I secure the door. There is no escape for him here.
*****
She attaches the leash to the ball cuff and drags me forcefully to the shower area. The pain to my balls is terrible but I cannot keep up with her pace on the blocks and with the short length of chain that links my ankles.
I stand uncomfortably on the blocks under the shower. She seems to want to scrape my skin of with the filth as she harshly scrubs my body with a hard brush and soap. My skin reddens and I moan in pain. When she turns on the shower and the cold water descends on my heated skin I scream in agony to her apparent delight.
When she is done I have to kneel and accept that the tube and funnel is forced down my throat. I am starving and accept keenly the liquid that she pours down it. The funnel is removed and she forces the dildo down my throat again. I am humiliated yet angry but she looks with glee at my predicament…
She orders me to move those stones across the floor. She adds some links to the chain to give me some more freedom to manage the stones. I feel that I can move my body more easily with the longer chains and I weigh my chances but I know I am weak and still too restricted. Meekly I obey her and start to move the smallest two of the stones. She watches my efforts for a while, then departs and locks the door. She leaves me in the blazing light that confronts me with the Tantalus task of moving these enormous stones when all strength has drained me.
*****

Part 6 of Him

Part 6 of Him

            The next month passed slowly with each of us falling into a routine.  At first I thought I was too demanding.  He was never able to complete his sets with the moving of the stones.  I would beat him with the whip until he bleed and still he failed me, but god how I loved it.  It was hard for me to stop once the beatings started and I would always use him afterwards to get myself off.  It took almost three weeks for him to complete a set of six without any beatings from me.  It was at this point I decided to attack his psychological side.  I started instructing him in the art of pleasuring the female.

            He had to start while still wearing the ring gag; he still had a week left before it was due to come off.  He was very inexperienced with using his tongue to pleasure a woman and this inexperience was compounded by the awkwardness of the ring gag.  It was hard for him to manipulate his tongue to pleasure me correctly.  I would whip him while I held his head between my legs when he was not doing things right.  It was very frustrating for me.  I would give up and throw him on his back and ride his sheath covered, chastity poled penis to orgasm, and then it was frustrating for him.

*****

The first time She left me with the set of stones, I was close to despair. The lack of food and exercise had made me weak and on my knees I could hardly put any leverage against the stones. In the process, my knees got grazed but the spiked blocks on my feet and the hobble chain gave me no respite. I was exhausted and had made little progress when She reappeared. She descended on me like a fury, her whip first reddening my flesh, then ripping it, streaks of blood running down my bottom. I begged for mercy but the ring gag made my sound intelligible and my cries only seemed to incite her. I fell down and raised my arms over my head to protect myself while her whip and boots descended on me. I heard Her panting and shouting abuse at me, that I am worthless, a lazy pig, a stubborn ass - over and over again. But at the moment that I thought that She would never stop, She stooped over me and hauled me up by forcing Her fingers down the ring gag. Before I knew what hit me, She forced the dildo down my throat, painfully suppressing my bloated and blistered tongue until I gagged. Violently She grabbed my ears and head and rode the dildo until She climaxed loudly. When done, She rubbed Herself over my face then removed the used end of the dildo inside my mouth, pussy juice being smeared all over me, its taste pervasive in my dry mouth…

Weeks passed before I grew strong enough to complete the set, more out of despair than out of force. Before that, She would beat me every day. My body was sore and broken and I could hardly sleep of the pain at night and often sobbed silently in my misery. But She did not show any mercy and Her delight at my suffering seemed only to increase; for every time Her frenzy ended as She satisfied Herself violently on me using the dildo stuck through the ring gag into my mouth. Once I completed the set, I was not sure whether She would be pleased or not. I waited anxiously, my knees rough and bleeding, my back, arms and shoulders aching from the exercise. When She entered I looked at Her, partly out of curiosity, partly in defiance. I saw Her just falter for a second before Her eyes bore down predatorily on me and She forced Her crotch into my face to have me serve Her orally. She scolded at me while She beat me incessantly to make me please Her right. But it only broke my concentration and I could not move my tongue, which felt as leather, as fast as She would. Frustrated, She kicked me in the balls and pushed me over and rode Herself on my chastened dick, my body and mind feeling numb with the pain and humiliation. The following days I was used in the same manner whenever She came to check on my progress on the stones and every night I felt sick with pain and rage…

*****

            One morning I awoke from a very erotic dream in which I had several male sex slaves.  I was extremely horny and decided to tease my slave beyond all limits.  By this time he could complete his six sets of stone moving in a short time.  I admired the new hardness of his body.  “I have a reward for you today slave”, I told him with a bright teasing smile.  “I’m going to let you fuck me today because I need a man”, I giggled.  I saw his eyes brighten; he thought he was going to get to cum today.  Who am I to correct him?  “You have to bring me to fifteen orgasms by 9:00 tonight.  If you fail I will punish you.  If you succeed I will reward you”.

            I was only wearing a robe that I let fall to the ground.  The chill of the basement and the anticipation of what was to come hardened my nipples.  I felt his eyes wander over my nude body but I ignored this disobedience since it was just adding to his frustration.  I forced him on his back on the cold hard floor and mounted his sheathed cock.  I was so horny and wet I slid right in and started riding him hard.  I felt his hips thrust upwards to meet my downward thrusts.  I smiled, as I knew he would try his best to please me.  It did not take me long to come and I sank my nails into his shoulders as the wave of pleasure rolled over me.  “Not too bad slave only fourteen to go”.  I swear I noticed a smile behind his ring gag.

*****

I was lying in my cell in a semi-conscious state when She entered clad in a robe. She wants me to satisfy Her, she said, at least fifteen times before 9 pm. She showed me Her watch, the time being just after 8 am. She began to ride over my sheathed dick, I thrust my body upwards to make her come. When She’d climaxed, she smiled and I, suddenly overcome by the affection, return Her smile.

*****

            I can’t believe how horny I still am.  “That one was easy, from here on out it will be harder”, I say to him as I remove the sheath.  Before he really could not feel me as we fuck, but now he’ll feel everything.  I stroke his chaste member, “I see we are already to go”.  I hop on his stretched cock and begin to ride him once more.  Moans of pleasure emanate through the ring gag.  This time I take my time and ride him deep and long.  We are both sweating as the second climax hits me.  I bite down on one of his nipples, as the wave of this orgasm is long and slow.  He has a sharp in take of breath from the pain of my bite. As I dismount him I swear I hear him whimper in frustration.  “Thirteen more to go”, I say to him in a singsong voice.

            At orgasm number five I feel his efforts lessen.  He seems to be defeated.  “What’s wrong slave, are you not ‘up’ to the challenge”, I tease. He tries to plead with me to stop though his ring gag but all he succeeds in doing is grossing me out with his drool and spit flying all over.  I shove the double-sided dildo into his gag and he gives a muffled protest.  I lay on top of him and start sucking the dildo protruding from his mouth.  This arouses him and he once again is thrusting his hips to pleasure me.  I cum but it is short and not very fulfilling.  I need to take a break.  “I’ll be back sweets. Nine more to go”.

            I take a long hot soothing shower.  It felt so good and relaxing.  Part of me was sickened that I allowed that animal’s worthless dick inside of me.  That same dick that helped kill six women.  I comfort myself knowing the physical as well as psychological pain it was causing him.  He must be going out of his mind with lust from not cumming.  Time to get back to work.

            He is still lying where I left him.  His cock is an angry red and very raw colour.  I smile at the discomfort he must be in right now.  “I’m back tiger are you ready for number seven?”  I see fright in his eyes, as I stand straddled over his head.  I slowly lower myself down on the dildo and trap his head between my thighs.  My mind drifts to the pleasant thoughts of having this man at my disposal for my pleasure.  The power of this control is the greatest aphrodisiac.  I reach up and pinch my nipples as number seven hits.

            A diabolical idea hits me for number eight.  I straddle his head once more impaling myself on the dildo, but this time I am facing his cock.  I bend down and take his tortured dick into my mouth as I fuck his mouth in a perverted sixty-nine position.  It’s too much for him to take and his body shutters and tries to buck me off.  I can feel his screams deep in my pussy and this sets off the biggest orgasm of the day for me.  How can I receive such pleasure from this man’s torture?  I dismount him and he is still screaming.  I don’t think he heard me when I said, “seven more to go”.

            I wait until he has calmed down.  “You are a real stud.  That was the greatest fuck I ever had.  We are going to try that again”.  I see him start to cry and shake his head violently from side to side.  “What’s wrong baby?  Don’t you want to please me any more?  Time is running out and you still have seven to go”.  He is still and allows me to mount his face once more.  His heavy sobs feel wonderful in my pussy.  I lean over and take his dick into my mouth and concentrate on giving him my best blowjob.  His body starts shaking again and he doubles his efforts to throw my off.  His attempts fail as my nails are sunk into his ass cheeks and my thighs are like a vice around his head.  I do believe I bringing him on the edge of insanity as his screams fill my pussy like no cock ever did.  Number nine crashes all around me.

*****

I lost count of the number of times She came on my chastened cock. The long times without relief had made me sensitive but I could not get an erection and the feeling of Her around my half-erect member drives me mad. My penis now was red and sore and slowly my powers were draining from me and I could no longer muster the strength to thrust my penis into Her. My failure only seemed to feed Her perverted mind and She resorted to use the double-sided dildo again. She rode hard on me, and I struggled, cried for mercy and fought for breath. She paid no attention and continued to rape me, Her hands and nails wreaking havoc on my flesh. When She put her mouth around my cock, the craving for the orgasm denied to me nearly drove me mad.

*****

            It takes almost four hours to get the next five orgasms.  I really thought I drove him insane after number nine and it took a long time for him to get back in control of himself.  Also as much as I was enjoying the challenge, I had never come close to having fourteen orgasms in one day.  I feared I had bitten off more then I could handle.  Then I got an idea.  I went up stairs and came back with a wall clock and mounted it low on one wall.  It read 8:50, which meant Nicolas had ten minutes to get me off.  “As you can see Nicolas you don’t have much time left.  I want you to show me what a stud you are and fuck me from behind for all you are worth”.  I grabbed the leash attached to his ball cuff and yanked hard on it.  With much effort he made it to his knees.  I faced the clock on my hands and knees and could see Nicolas in the mirror that hung next to the clock.  A heavy iron bar was griped in my hand in case he tried anything while my back was to him.  “What are you waiting for?  Forget how to fuck a woman?”  He mounted me from behind.  “Fuck me hard my little toy!  Time is running out.”  I could see tears rolling down his face as he fucked me good.  He looked so funny trying to be a man with that dildo sticking out of his mouth.  He was making loud grunting sounds as he tried to thrust deeper.  It did the trick as I screamed to a climax.  It was 9:02.

            “Sorry stud, that was a real good fuck but you were a little too late”.  He dropped to the floor and curled into a fetal position and cried.  I left him there sobbing as I went for another shower.  I was feeling great.

*****

Time has stopped to exist when She fucked and fucked me on end. I yearned for the affection and Her warmth to console me but I only felt degraded to be used for Her lust, without any satisfaction coming to me. I was worn down and sore and my raging emotions left me in tears in front of Her. And it enraged me that it only aroused Her more…

14 orgasms I had given Her so far and I am gutted. But She was not satisfied yet and I had to please Her once more. In this dungeon time had grinded to a halt in the filthy darkness in which I was wasting away but it was a cruel trick to learn I had only 10 minutes left to give Her Her last climax. I sank on my raw knees when She jerked at the leash attached to my balls, I lost my balance and landed painfully on my belly and face. With difficulty I could raise myself and, laden by Her scorn, enter Her from behind. I almost felt happy for the pole to keep me erect. I was reluctant first, then increased the speed and thrust at Her bidding. I pant heavily, my breathing hindered by the dildo that made me gag and drool like an idiot. I was mad at Her. I felt ashamed to be used by Her in this way and I have difficulty to keep the pace but Her body responds welcoming to me and I almost would think that She would lower Her guard against me and let me fuck Her for real. Unsuccessfully I tried to banish the thoughts from my mind but how I’d fuck Her if I ever got the chance. She would pay for this and I’d have every bit of Her used and wasted to get every ounce of satisfaction and revenge out of her… I fucked Her hard but my efforts lessened when I felt the cold sweat and dirt on my body, the grotesque swinging of the heavy dildo in my mouth. But I could not falter, I had to keep pumping Her to get Her satisfied. I groaned at the effort and I heard Her convulse and scream when the climax hit Her, all Her studied dominance replaced by raw lust. How I’d love to make Her pay for this all. But I was tired and my emotions in turmoil. I collapse on the floor and sob silently to release the pent-up angst and aggression from my system and partly in fear that She might punish me severely for meeting the time limit. But apparently She was too distracted and mistook my behaviour for weakness. She would learn She was mistaken all along in due time…

*****

            Freshly showered, I was back down stairs to take care of Nicolas.  He was sobbing still curled in a ball on the cold hard floor.  I grabbed his leashed and pulled on the ball cuff to get his full attention.  “Enough, time to prepare you for the night.  On your feet and get over to the toilet.  We don’t want any ‘accidents’ tonight, now do we”?  He sat on the toilet and attempted to void himself.  I stared at him knowing it made it very difficult for him to go.  I saw him sneaking a peek at me in my silk robe but I let it slide.  While he still sat on the toilet, I shoved the feeding funnel through his ring gag and yanked his face upward.  I poured his evening’s meal down his throat.  He has become very adept at taking his meals; he is finished in no time and there is no spillage.  I pulled the funnel out and pulled on the ball cuff to make him stand.  I dragged him to the shower area and locked him in place.  I scrubbed off all my pussy juice that clung to his body with the stiff brush and cold water.  I dragged him to his cage and flung him in.  He immediately went to his subservient kneeling position trying to win my favour.  As I close the door behind me I hear him start to sob once more.  What a day it had been.

*****

I was still lying on the floor when She returned. I looked at Her robe but She went on businesslike with preparing me for the night. I felt embarrassed to relieve myself in front of Her and to get the funnel thrust down my throat by Her and shivered incessantly when She washes me with the ice-cold water. Once done, She flung me in the cage and I kneel obediently, just to please Her. But I’d get back to Her for I am upset after all She has done to me today. And I cry with silent rage when She left me in the darkness for the night…

*****

            The next morning I made some big changes to Nicolas.  First I remove the rod from his penis and check him for any damage.  During my examination he starts to get erect.  I slap his cock good and hard.  At the same time I yank hard on his ball cuff.  “You filthy pig!  Can’t you show a little self control?!”  He bends over in pain and a muffled scream escapes his gag.  He is no longer erect.  Next I extended his hobble chain by two links.  He would need the extra room since I am increasing the weight of the stones.  He has been moving the stones quite easily now but I want to see more muscle and a flatter stomach.  Finally I use a special solvent on his feet to remove the wooden blocks.  He is so grateful he falls to my feet and starts licking my boots getting slobber all over them.  I had to kick him away.  “You disgusting pig!  Get away from my leather boots!”

            Wiping his drool from my boot, I realized I’m tired of the ring gag.  It has made his tongue worthless to me and I was tired of seeing all the drool.  I had him kneel at my feet and I removed the gag that has been in place since the beginning.  “No talking unless you want a different gag in your mouth for the next ‘two’ months”.  I see tears of joy silently roll down his cheeks.

*****

When She woke me in the morning She removed the chastity pole. The postponed climax clearly showed when She touched me but She dealt sharply with that, hitting my cock and tearing at my laden balls. Next, She lengthened the chain by two links for whatever reason She had in mind and removed the wooden blocks. I stood uneasily on my released feet and I could only thank Her for this. I fell to the floor and licked Her leather boots, only to be kicked away like a dog, the bitch! But She seemed to be bored with the ring gag for She removed it from my mouth and tears sprang to my eyes… I’d almost feel grateful and I have to make myself remember that She is the one who has brought this misery upon me. And She would pay for this as soon as I’d get my chance…

*****

            I pull him to his feet by the leash and drag him behind me to the door.  I would have him move the new 175-pound stone in to the apartment and remove the fifty-pound stone.  As I opened the door he kicked out and his feet caught my square in the stomach.  The force of the blow knocked my to the ground and also knocked the wind out of me.  He scrambled up the stairs only to find a well-locked door.  As I tried to regain my feet he was pounding in frustration screaming at the door.  He looked back and saw me appear at the bottom of the stairs.  I’m sure the rage that filled my eyes scared him greatly.  As I slowly ascended the stairs he threw himself at the door trying to break the strong oak door down.  He screamed for someone to help him.

*****

She dragged me behind Her towards the door. Would this be my chance to escape and to get back to Her? As She turned for the door, I kicked Her in the chest as hard as the chain allows me. I dashed through the corridor and up the flight of stairs only to find the door securely locked. I pushed, hit it, screamed and hollered in rage and frustration. And felt Her closing in behind me. I am mad with fear, so close to my escape and unable to face Her wrath…

*****

            I saw the leash dangling from his ball sac and grabbed it.  I turned and started down the stairs.  When the leash grew taunt, I pulled on it with all my strength not caring if I had ripped his nuts off of him.  He screamed in rage and pain as his body bounced past me on the stairs.  He was curled up in a ball at the foot of the steps by the time I got to the bottom.  He was crying hysterically but I was not sure if it was from pain or frustration.  I didn’t care.  I kicked him several times with my booted feet.  He howled in pain.  I turned him over and sat heavily on his chest.  With one hand I grabbed a handful of hair and with the other I slapped his face.  “How dare you do this after I had just shown you some mercy!”  After a few more slaps I stood up and jerked the leash hard.  He screamed in pain; it was music to my ears.  “On your feet you stupid fuck!”  I pulled him fast to the cart where the heavy stone waited.  I tied the leash to the cart and made him start pulling the cart with the leash and his already painful balls.  I struck him on his back with my whip, “lets go you dumb animal.  Move this stone!  Mush!”  My whip struck him several times before the cart started rolling.  I decided to jump on the cart for the ride.  Again I struck him with the whip, “mush!  Mush, you dog!”  He was screaming in pain but we were making progress and getting closer to the exercise area.

*****

Sharp pain spread from my balls to my abdomen when She grabbed the leash and hauled me down the stairs. I tumbled past Her, hitting my head, body and limbs on the steps. I cried in pain and frustration but there was no time to order my thoughts as Her boots rained down on to me, into my back, against my chin and head, my back, my bum and into my crotch. I hollered in pain. She turned me over and climbed on me. I was unable to do anything and I feared what my punishment would be once I looked into the rage burning in Her eyes. She slapped my face hard with both hands and yelled at me angrily. She nearly tore my balls off with the cuff and leash. I broke down and cried in pain and fear and I could only accept my subjugation by Her then…

My defenceless position seemed to appease Her to some extent and She got me on my feet. I was dragged towards a low cart on which a heavier stone was lying. She hooked me up to the cart and ordered me to drag it inside. The cart was heavy and difficult to put it into motion but She made it all the more difficult when She jumped on the cart. She shouted at me, beating my back into pulp with Her whip to get moving. I cried and sobbed in pain and felt my balls and scrotum being reduced to a black and raw mess when I pulled Her and the stone towards the exercise area.

*****

            As we drew close to where the rock was to be placed, I let out a whoa followed by a laugh.  “Now exchange this stone for the small stone and place the small stone on the cart.”  He sobbed the whole time he did this.  I had him pull me and the stone back out. My whip stripped his back and his balls stayed an angry purple even after the pulling was done.              I dragged him back into the apartment and forced him into the stocks attached to the wall.  It was time to take care of his hobble chain.

*****

She had me unload the stone and drag the smaller one out of the room. My back was torn and ripped to pieces, my balls felt crushed and swollen when She released the cuff from the cart after which I was dragged into the apartment and confined in stocks.

*****

            I removed the chain all together and attached a spreader-bar to his ankles.  In the middle of the bar was a length of chain attached by a fixed ring.  I attached the other end of the chain to his ball cuff.  He needed to bend his knees slightly to take the pressure off his balls.  I release him from the stocks and he has trouble standing let alone walking.  “You will never kick me again”.  I drag him over to his cage but he trips and falls causing him to cry out in pain.  I show him no pity and kick him repeatedly until he is in his cage.  I lock the door and leave.  “Goodnight and pleasant dreams sweetie”, I chuckle as I turn out the lights and shut the door.

*****

She replaced the chain by a rigid bar that is linked to cuffs placed around my ankles. A chain connected the bar to the cuff around my balls, which was just too short to allow me to relax my legs; the only way I could take the pressure from my balls was by bending my knees slightly. I could only scuffle towards the cage and when She drags me forward I tripped and I cried out in agony. But She just kicks me into the cage, me crawling frantically on my knees and arms to get out of Her reach. My skin was raw and torn, my legs already cramping and my shoulders and back stiff with the bruises and dried blood, the welts throbbing and stinging… As the lights died, I realised how stupid I had been. There is no way I could move that stone in the state I was in. I should have had a better plan to escape and not have acted so rashly. At least I had some freedom; my jaw still hurt and my soles were raw but at least the damned ring gag and blocks had gone. But the spreader bar left me little freedom of movement and I could not move my legs without ripping of my balls. In the dark, I begun to cry again out of self-pity but I needed to be strong and regain my strength. But I could not help to sob silently while I tossed to accommodate the strain put on my legs and balls by the spreader bar. As a result my sleep was erratic, dark spots of uneasy slumber interspersed with darker nightmares of that leather clad bitch that were only broken by ice-cold moments of sharp pain when I inadvertently moved my legs….

*****

            It is time to move onto the next stage of Nicolas’ training.  Over the Internet I order a very nice wrought iron bed.  I intend to set it up in the apartment.  Today is the scheduled delivery date for the bed so I must prepare Nicolas before the bed is delivered.  I am dressed in a comfortable tee shirt and jeans.  Nicolas looks in bad shape when I turn on the lights and go over to the cage.  His eyes look cloudy and bloodshot.  “What’s wrong baby?  Trouble sleeping with your new accessories?”  I open the cage and take up the leash.  I lead him over to the wall with the stocks slowly so he won’t fall.  Its not that I’m taking pity on him, it will be easier for me not to upset him too much.  I secure him in the stocks and use the torso straps so he can’t move at all.  Next I bring a penis gag over to him and he keeps his mouth clamped shut when he sees it.  “You can make this easy for me or fun but either way you will be wearing this gag when I’m through.”  He hesitates but relents and opens his mouth wide.  “Oh baby you are no fun”, I mock disappointedly.  The large black rubber penis fills his mouth and I secured it tightly to his head.  I finish off his bondage with a blindfold, “there now you are ready for my company that will be here soon.”  I see him shake in fear not knowing what I meant by that remark.  I leave him hanging on the wall and secure the apartment door.

*****

After the restless sleep I was woken by Her. She looked fresh and rested, my body felt more ruined than ever and Her demands the day before had drained me of all energy. I was dragged out of the cage and locked into the stocks on the wall. She used straps to secure me further and forced a large penis gag down my throat. I was too tired to resist and obeyed Her meekly. A blindfold was placed on me, barring out the harsh light in the cellar. As She left, her Parthian shot that there would be company soon hit me hard and left me very distressed…

*****

            About an hour past before the deliverymen came with the bed.  One of the delivery guys was older and heavy but the other was young and very good looking and I found myself fantasising about making him my sex slave.  My face reddened as I caught myself thinking of ways to lure the young man back another day.  I instructed the men to take the bed down into the basement.  They offered to put it together but I politely declined their offer saying that it was just being stored in the basement temporarily.

            Nicolas heard the strangers descend the basement stairs.  He could tell there were at least two men.  Fear gripped him as he thought she was going to use him to service the men sexually.  He soon realized this was not the case and started to struggle mightily in his bonds.  He screamed as loud as he could into the penis gag but could generate no real noise.  He was bound so tightly he barely moved but he strained with all his strength thinking these men could rescue him.  Soon though their voices faded and he knew they never heard him.  He began to weep.

            After I tip the men and thank them for their service, I go to let Nicolas out of his bondage.  I find him weeping and covered with sweat.  “Poor baby couldn’t get the nice men’s attention?  Maybe if you did they might have liked to use your sweet virgin ass”, I tease him.  I release him from the wall and have him bring all the bed parts into the apartment.  I tell him the floor is no place for a respectable lady like myself to get fucked.  So I needed the comfort of the bed.  “This bed will not be for you.  Animals sleep in cages not nice comfy beds.  Today you must put this bed together and do a set of stone moving.  Once the bed is put together you will be responsible to keep clean fresh sheets on it.  You will hand wash the sheets and soon I will have an electric clothes dryer delivered so you can dry the sheets.  Maybe the same men will deliver the dryer and I can let them fuck you for their tip.”  Anger flashes in his eyes as they lock with mine.  I back hand him hard in the face, “forget your lessons so soon?”  His eyes drop to the floor as tears roll down his cheeks.  “Get to work!”  I turn and leave him to his tasks.

*****

I heard the noise of people entering the basement, apparently hauling something heavy. Would they be in this together with Her? If they would be, I’d have nothing to lose, if not it may be my salvation. I tried to shout and to make noise to get their attention but I could not make any sound with gag in my mouth and my body is strictly confined. I was too tired to fight and I could not help that I started to sweat profusely from the exercise despite the chill in the basement. I heard them bustling around for a short while, then leave and I knew I would not be saved and wept quietly when She returned…

She mocked me before releasing me. She ordered me to drag a heavy, wrought-iron bed into the cell and assemble it for Her benefit so She’d have a proper place to fuck me. She instructed me to make the bed and keep it ready for Her always. And to move that monster of a stone... All laundry I’d have to do by hand and that She’d have a dryer delivered. When She said She’d offer me to the delivery men to be raped I felt the anger and disbelief grow in me and I looked angrily into Her eyes. She let no time pass to tell me off and slapped my face hard. I cast my eyes down and sob… I set about on my tasks as soon as She has left the room and kneel in despair to move the stone…

 

The bed is wonderfull, every night I let Nicolas kneel next to the bed and then he has to lick me to orgasm, I even let him fu

The bed has been a wonderful addition.  I find myself in it just about every night.  Nicolas has become very skilled orally.  We start off each night with me on the bed and him kneeling on the floor licking me to an orgasm.  I even have him fuck me to several orgasms.  He on the other hand is frustrated nightly.  From time to time I use the chastity pole on him but most of the time a rawhide leather bootstrap is tied tightly to his genitals, allowing him all the sensation but never cumming.            I find the more frustrated he gets the harder I cum.  I don’t think I can ever get enough of his torment.

I have not fully broken him and sometimes I feel I never will.  Despite the fact that I feel he will still look for a way out, I sometimes sleep in the bed with him chained to the foot of it.  On those nights I awake feeling very alive.

It has amazed me how much better looking Nicolas has gotten.  His training with the rocks combined with his diet I have him on has eliminated almost all of his body fat.  He is also developing well-sculpted muscles.  His strength has increased greatly.  If it were not for his restraints he would most likely overpower me now.  This knowledge thrills me for some reason.

He is always with the heavy chain attached to his ball cuff.  I also leave the black leather leash on him as sort of my steering wheel for directing him or when I am feeling angry, pulling him by it to where I want him to be.  He still wears the chains connecting his wrists to his collar.  His hands can reach no lower then his navel. So he is continually frustrated trying to touch himself.  I have also allowed his hair to grow back in, which seems to make him happier. He has behaved very well of late; it has been a long while since his blue eyes have starred into mine.  His eyes are always facing down and I no longer see the anger that had shone from them.  He has not spoken unless I demand an answer from him.  All the tasks I have given him are done in a timely fashion and with no errors.  I am pleased to see that I arouse him every time I enter the ‘apartment’.  It really turns me on that he stiffens the moment I open the door.  His cock is always at attention for me.  His balls are a lovely shade of blue and purple; they are full of his seed.  He moans pleadingly to me and begs me with his eyes; desperate to cum.  I always tell him the same thing, “you have not earn the right to cum just yet. I will decide when you are to cum, not you”. Even thought they are just moans, I am very strict when he tries to communicate with me and I force a gag into his mouth. My favourite gag is the double dildo gag, with the short fat side filling his mouth with a fat rubber cock and the other side a long hard cock filling my pussy.  I will ride the gag fast and hard and I always orgasm.  He can see it all but can’t taste me.  Once in the while I pull his head down between my legs and have the gag fuck me while I pull him by his hair.  My orgasms I have while using the gag on him have become almost addictive for me.

I have purchased many books that will teach him how to pleasure and serve women.  Books on massage therapy, pedicures, pleasuring a woman orally are mixed in with cookbooks, domestic service books and other books that teach useful skills.  He must read at least two chapters a day and show me that night what he has learned.  All his instructions are teaching him a woman’s pleasure is the most important thing in his life, the only thing. His pleasure will be to pleasure women.

Sometimes I have him kneel at my feet and read from a book out loud to me.  I love the sound of his voice at these times.  I sit back and stroke the short hair on his head and find myself drifting as he reads.  My mind wanders to thoughts of the women he has damaged.  The ones that can be saved from their own hells, I have them going through their own training.  Re-learning to feel good about themselves.  They are all being instructed in the martial arts, which are helping heal their minds as well as their bodies.  I see that a few of them have the potential to become as good as myself in the art of fighting. I also think about when I can show them Nicholas.  Will it be good for them to see him now or would it harm them?

I drift back to the present.  He is done with his reading and waiting patiently for my next order.  I have this strong need to check in on the women so all I do is prepare him for the night and lock him into his cage.  I rush upstairs to call the women.

            After the phone call I decide to pay the women a visit the next day.  I awake early and feed him. Instead of going and doing his chores, I lock him back in the cage and hang a large water bottle from one of the bars.  That should be all he’ll need in the next twenty-four hours.

            He knows something is different.  It is the first time in a long time that he hasn’t had to move those damn rocks.  What was the bottle of water for?  How long would he be locked into this cage?  Where is she going?  He feels alone in his cage and insecure.  He needs her to be here.  He wants her to be here. Alone in the dark with just his thoughts and fears as company.  What have I done to displease her?  All I want to do is please her so that I will one day be able to touch my cock once more.  Oh how he longs to touch it.  It’s been too long that he has not pleasured himself.  He pulls mightily on his chains trying in vain to touch his cock.  His cock is free and taunting him.  She did not place him in any of those dreaded chastity devices.  Just thinking of the KTB or the chastity pole sends involuntary shivers down his spine.

            He is hungry.  All he gets is that forced feed fluid.  It has no taste and makes him sick to think what it might be.  When was the last time he had a nice hot, solid meal?  He longs for a nice big T-bone steak with lots of roasted potatoes. He finds his mouth watering at the thought of a solid meal.  “When was the last time I had a proper meal”, he shouts at the block walls. Fear hits him then; how long have I been held here?  He had no idea.  Three weeks?  Two months?  A year?  No it could not have been that long.  Why has no one found him?  Is anyone looking for him?  No one cares for me?  Tears begin to run down his cheeks. ‘I have been a monster and that is why no one is looking for me’, this thought sends a new flow of tears running down his cheeks.  For the first time he is feeling regret for what he had done to those women.  How he had shamed his parents.  “I am so, so sorry”, he cries out in anguish.  “Please help me be good”. Do I deserve to be treated like this?  I am no animal; I am human.  No, I am a monster and I deserve a lot worse then this.  Alone in the dark he breaks down and sobs.

            A long time later he feels his anger start to rise once more.  He needs to do something to break out of these thoughts that are poisoning his mind.  What can he do, Tara left him with nothing but his thoughts.  Tara, that bitch!  One day I will get out of here and when I do she will be the sorry one.  I will make her my greatest auction.  She will make me rich once more and then I’ll do the same to those other bitches that still live.  When it’s all over I’ll dance on all their graves.       

            His anger subsides and once more regrets sneaks in.  His thoughts continue to conflict all through that long dark lonely day.  Anger, regret, master, slave, monster who is he? An animal trapped in a cold dark cage.

              As I draw closer to home I am concerned about Nicolas.  I have been away almost a day and a half. Too long for her to leave him alone.  But I feel good about my visit.  Each woman is much improved.  They all seem almost whole once more.  They have no money worries and the time to heal.  None of them mention him.  It is almost like he never existed.  I need to tell them about him soon.  I will get the councillors to try to get them to talk about him.  They will not fully heal without defeating him in their minds. Also I need them to find out if any of the women still feel for him.  I can’t risk one of them helping him.

             Nicolas’ sleep is very troubled.  Even there he can’t escape the thoughts that have haunted him.  He is awakened by the sound of his cage being opened.  ‘Oh no she is here’, his mind screams at him as he tries to get into position.  Too late he thinks as he hears the whistle of the whip before it strikes him.

            “Is this the way you greet me”, she screams.  “Kneel and stay in position until I say otherwise.  I notice the water bottle is empty and the cage is surprisingly clean. “Time to clean you up”, as I pull on his leash.  I have him sit on the toilet first then I chain him up in the shower.  I notice his cock is already aroused so I start to play with it with soapy hands.  I stop just before he cums and he moans in frustration.  I bring him to the edge four more times and his knees collapse causing him to strangle himself by his chained collar.  I whip him until he is standing once more.  I shave his body hair so he is once more smooth as a baby.  I think about shaving his head and decide that I like the short length it is now.  After I feed him I give him eight sets with the stones, his other domestic chores and to study two chapters.

            It is the afternoon and I notice something strange on the computer.  I have it so it is monitoring the movement of the stones.  The second to the last stone was moved at 13:03 hours and it is now 15:15 hours and still the biggest stone had not been placed.  I go back and check other days and find the same gap in time.  ‘What is he doing during this gap’?  I go as softly as I can down the stairs to see what I can catch him at.  I think to myself that I should have had those surveillance cameras installed. As I quietly open the door my blood begins to boil.  At first I can’t believe what I am seeing.  He is asleep on my bed!  His book is open next to him and to my horror I see that he has also managed to spill his seed! In anger I grab his leash and in one fluid motion I yank him from the bed onto the cold hard floor.  He screams while still fighting to awake, “what the fuck are you doing to me bitch?” Then he fully awakens, “oh no”, he whispers.  “Oh, yes”, I yell!

            I drag him to the stocks before he realizes what my intentions are I lock him in facing the wall.  I start to beat him in a frenzy. He screams with rage more then pain while I beat him.  “Stop this you crazy bitch!  Let me go!  I’ll kill you when I get free! You won’t get away with treating me like an animal!  Those girls killed themselves, I had nothing to do with it!  Let me the fuck go!  I want to Eat real fucking food! Let me go you bitch!”  He seems too angry to feel the beating but I’m too angry and he is going to feel me!  I grab a cane and start to tear into his flesh.  “You are an animal!  You never lie in my bed again!  You are getting just what you deserve!”  I yell and beat him with all my strength.  Finally he is howling in pain.  It is music to my ears and makes me wet between the legs.

            Part of me feels despair.  All that training and I feel we are no closer then the beginning.  I thought he was adapting to his fate.  I feel betrayed.

            I tire of his yelling and screaming in pain.  I get the ring gag and try to put it on him.  He fights me with everything he has left.  After several attempts to gag him I finally punch him hard in the balls; the gag went in easy after that.  “Out with your tongue”, I command.  He sees the clamp in my hand and shakes his head vigorously no.  Again I smash his balls with my fist.  Tears roll down his face as his tongue slowly pokes through the ring gag.  I clamped his tongue into place; “there, that’s much better”, I say as I pat him on his head.  The tears still flow from his eyes and I find that they are making me wet between my legs.  He deserves to suffer and why should I not enjoy his suffering?

            I release him from the stocks and drag his beaten body back to his cage.  I have him knell with his back against the bars.  Then I bound his body to the cage bars tightly so he can’t move at all.  I go to the wall in front of his cage and remove a black sheet that has hung there since his imprisonment.  There is a montage of photographs hung there.  I go to the light switch that was also uncovered by the sheet and switch it on.  A spot light illuminates each photograph.  They are pictures of his victims and of his parents. Pointing a whip at him I yell, “look at these pictures!  Do you still know the names of the women you killed?  These are the reasons you are an animal!  I want you to look at these pictures and think about the way you treated these people and how it led to some of their deaths!  When you are ready, I will let you tell me why you are here and what you are!”

            I come back into the cage with a straight razor in my hand.  He recognizes the gleam of the steel and starts to shake with fear.  I realize he thinks I am going to kill him.  Laughing, I say, “I’m not going to kill you fool.  Killing you would be too easy no I want you alive.  I have very special plans for you and your death would ruin all my fun.” I lather up his head and shave off all his hair even his eyebrows.  He looks freakish without his eyebrows.  He sobs heavily and his body shudders with every sob.

            I get a plastic box I had put together and was just waiting for the right moment to use it.  I bring it into the cage and open it up.  It’s a kit that contains everything I need to pierce his body.  I have three nice studs that go into his tongue.  I had heard that oral sex was better with a pierced tongue.  I take out the piercing needle and in no time he has three new shiny orbs on his tongue.  I smile as I release the clamp and he tries to pull his tongue through the ring gag but he can’t since it is too swollen.  Next I put a steel ring through his nose that is big enough that it rests on his upper lip.  I am surprised by the small amount of blood that has appeared.  Next I place around each nipple a little metal shield.  I use haemostats to pull each nipple further through the hole in the shields.  Each nipple gets a new ring.  Next I pierce the head of his cock and place a ring there.  In the near future I may add a Prince Albert or maybe something else.

            I then clean all of his wounds so no infection will result.  The whole time I did the piercing he never uttered a sound.  Even now he just stares at the pictures and avoids looking at me.  Tears still stream down his face.

            “When I am ready to hear you I will let you speak.  For now look at the girls and your parents and think about what you have done.  What cost them their lives?  And the girls that survived?  Think of them too.  They are recovering under my care and your blood money.  Think of what they will do to you when I let them know you are here.”  With that I slam the cage shut and lock it.  As I leave I turn out all the lights except the one that illuminates the wall of photographs.  I hear him weeping as I close the door.

             

Since the night of his piercings Nicolas has been much more complacent.  His piercings have for the most part healed very well although an infection with his cock piercing required antibiotics.  His cock has healed well since. I feel Nicolas has been good enough since the night of the piercings and has healed enough to bring in a visitor.

My visitor of choice for this meeting is Nicole, who was one of his first victims.  She was not as mentally damaged as most of the women and seems to be the one most recovered. Still Im afraid of the reactions that she might have upon seeing him.

I sat down with Nicolas and allowed him to speak for the first time in months.  He busted out and cried. In between the mighty sobs he said how sorry he was for how he treated all the women.  He saw the monster that was in him and wants me to treat him like the animal he is.  He was now ready to face all the consequences of his actions.  He desperately wants my forgiveness.

I told him of my plan to bring Nicole for a visit and real fear grew in his eyes.  I told him that soon he would serve all the women he had been cruel to in his past life.  He cried again how it would be too much for him to face them and how he did not want to lose me as his Mistress.  I told him it was not his choice and if he was really remorseful of his past deeds he should beg me to allow him to serve these women.  He bowed his head as acceptance of his fate.

I feel confident in bringing Nicole to see him. On the long ride back to my house I slowly explain to her what I have done and all the training Nicolas has been through.  I tell her how his oral skills are near perfect.  Nicole has a gleam in her eyes.  I go on how he has mastered the art of the pedicure and how he is proficient in washing, drying and ironing all my clothes.  How he is learning to sew and has a real eye for womans fashions and designs.  I go in to detail of all the domestic chores he can do and how he has also studied cooking but I have yet to let him in my kitchen.  I tell her about his spare time spent in his cage kneeling in front of the pictures of the women he wronged sobbing.  I tell her how his whole life is now revolved around the woman and how her pleasure is his.  I boast to her how I think he will become the perfect slave.

I look over to Nicole and realize that she is crying.  I pull the car to the side of the road to help her.  “What is wrong Nicole?  Do you want to not see him?  Should I turn around?”  “Oh, no please dont!  Im sorry for crying, it is just that I am so happy by what you are telling me.  I cant believe you have made my dreams come true.  No, I want to see him now more then ever.  I have to see that what you say is true.  Oh, Tara we all owe you a huge thank you for taming this monster.”

As we pull up to the house, I tell Nicole that he is her slave for the day.  She can do anything she wants to do as long as they stay in the apartment.  I let her know that I will be nearby if it all becomes too much for her or if he should get out of line.  Nicoles face glowed with pleasure but there was no mercy in her eyes.

I escorted Nicole into the basement and unlocked the apartment door.  Standing at attention was Nicolas, his eyes down as he has been trained.  He did not yet know Nicole was with me.  I look at Nicole and see the stunned look on her face.  Even though she was told what Nicholas now looked like she was in shock of actually seeing this specimen.  The monster of her nightmares is no longer the man he was.  His baldhead and piercings made him look pathetic to her.  Then she noticed the well-muscled body and the chastity in place.  Her own nipples turned hard and she got moist between her legs as she thought of all the possibilities before her.

This broke her out of her stunned silence and she started to laugh hysterically at Nicholas.  Then her laughter turned more sinister, evil almost.

Nicolas drew in a sharp breath as Nicole began to laugh.  He knew it was not Tara doing the laughing.  “Show proper respect to our visitor, slave”, Tara announced over Nicoles laughter.

Nicolas fell quickly to his knees and his forehead to the floor.  He began to shake.  He knew it was one of his past victims.  He worried what she would do to him and wondered if he could be strong enough to face her.  But face her he must, for Tara and for all the wrongs he had done.  He was scared and suddenly felt tiny and lonely.  He did not think he would survive this encounter.

Taras hand firmly grasped Nicole on her upper arm.  This action helped calm Nicole and soon she was composed and her laughter had stopped.  “Slave, welcome Nicole.”

Nicole, his mind screamed, oh no not Nicole.  With fear in his voice, “welcome Mistress Nicole.”

“Mmm, I like that, Mistress Nicole.  It has a nice ring to it.  Tara has told me all about your ordeal pig.  She also says you are mine to do with what I want.  We are going to have a good time today, are we not pig?”

“Yes, Mistress Nicole.”

“At attention slave”, Tara ordered.  Nicolas stood at attention with eyes averted.  He still has not seen Nicole.

Tara began to give Nicole a tour of the apartment, including the workout room with the huge rocks, Nicolas cage, the shower area and the containment wall, her throne and bed.  She showed her the many implements of pain she has at her disposal as well as implements of pleasure, hers of course not the pigs.  Along the way Tara had picked up a crop and was using it as a pointer during the tour.  The tour ended back in front of Nicolas.  “A nice place you got here Nicolas, too nice for a pig like you”, Nicole spit out like venom.

Tara had Nicole focus her attention back on the tour by slapping Nicolas on the chest with her crop right on a nipple.  Nicolas hissed in pain as the slap caught him by surprise. 

Tara started the tour of Nicolas.  She used the crop to point at Nicolass baldhead.  “You remember his thick full hair, right?  Well it was a source of pride for him.  So one of the first things I did was shave it all off as well as the rest of his body hair.  When he is good, I let the hair on his head grow.  I dont like body hair so that he must keep removed.  We recently had an incident and one of his punishments was to shave his head.  A shame really since I love to grab a handful of that hair and pull his face deeper into me as he is pleasuring my.”  Nicole blushed a little and both women giggled.

“You must never forget this slave is nothing but an animal and to remind him and others, I have put this bull ring through his nose.”  Tara moved the ring up and down with the crop.  “If he gives you any trouble, you just need to slip your finger through the ring and pull.  Where ever the finger goes his body will follow.  It makes him very docile very quickly.”  Tara slipped her pinkie through the ring and gave a tug.  Nicolass head jerked downward. “See?  Easy.”

“Out with your tongue slave.  See here I have placed three studs through his tongue.  This makes the orgasm ten times better for me.  Mine, ours, not his.”  Both women breakout laughing at Taras comments.

Taras crop moves to Nicolass thick leather collar.  “I keep his collar very tight as a constant reminder to him that his old life is gone and that he only exists to please us.”

Tara focuses Nicoles attention on to Nicolas nipples next.  “You see that I have pierced each nipple with a little ring.  Now, see the shield around the nipple?  It has small teeth in it.  If I put any weight on the rings that pulls on the nipple the teeth prevent the nipples from going back to normal size.  I am stretching his nipple.  A nice long nipple creates many fun possibilities dont you think?”  Nicole smiled an evil smile as many a possibility passed through her thoughts. 

Taras crop slapped hard at Nicolass cock.  “This is the KTB, one of many chastity devices I use on him.  This device is a hard plastic tube with rows and rows of tiny sharp spikes that encase his flaccid cock.  Now imagine what happens to poor Nicholas as he has an erection with the KTB on.”  “Oh my”, Nicole exclaimed, “that sure is one evil toy.”  Cupping Nicolas face with her soft warm hand, she stroked it sensually as she said, “do I still turn you on pig?”  Then she quickly slapped his face hard and laughed.

“Chastity, is the key to his training”, Tara continued, bringing Nicole focus back to the tour.  “He has not cum since he has become my property.  Maybe one day, when he has proven himself but not before.  He has not even touched his penis since the day of his capture.  These devices allow me to have his hands free when I am not around and I know there is no way for him to pleasure himself.  The only time he is free of his chastity is when I have his arms tightly bound so there is no way for him to touch himself.  An unexpected bonus I found out was when he is free of his chastity he is almost always aroused and erect.  This of course just means more fun for us.”

Taras crop pointed to Nicolas balls.  “This is a brand new ball cuff, I have gone through several during his training.  This new cuff can deliver electric shocks to him.  As you can see there is a heavy chain attached.  This chain restricts his movements through out the apartment.  As you can see the chain is long enough to allow him to kneel at the foot of the bed but too short to allow him on the bed.  It is also too short for him to reach the toilet and shower area.  I have the chain set to release at random every 12 hours.  He can stay released from the chain for an hour which gives him time to clean himself, use the toilet and do his chores, like stripping the bed, washing the sheets and making the bed with fresh sheets.  After the hour is up the collar starts to shock his balls and he must lock himself to the chain to stop the shocks.  The longer the chain is off the stronger the shocks until they get so strong that he passes out from the pain.  Of course when I am her the random release is turned off.”

Nicoles mind is trying to take in all that Tara has done.  How she has taken this once powerful man and turned him into a bondage sex slave.  Her eyes roam over the well-sculpted muscled body Tara has created from what used to be Nicolas.  It is hard to imagine this creature before her is the same monster that has haunted her nightmares the last couple years.  Nicoles thighs are slick with juices of her excitement just thinking about the various pleasure this animal can give her, the pleasures Tara has promised her he can perform.

   Taras voice bought her back from her fantasies; “It is time to leave you two alone.  Nicole, I will be right up stairs.  Dont forget if you get into any trouble you can hit one of the secret panic buttons I told you about and I will be down in a flash.”  Tara grabs Nicolas by the nose ring and yanks his head down hard, “Do not let me down.  Remember your training and if you do not please me or Nicole you will regret it!”  With that she releases the ring, turns and leaves the room, securing the door behind her.

Nicole and Nicolas are alone.  She stares at him menacingly, he submissively looking at her booted feet.  There is nothing but the sound of breathing in the room.

She has no idea where to begin.  She has never controlled a man before.  What does she do first?  There are so many things to do but how to start.

Nicolas is worried about what ordeal is ahead of him.  What tortures does Nicole have in mind?  A shadow of a though passes through his mind, I can easily overpower her right now.  He begins to shake, no, no bad thoughts.  Mistress Tara will surely know he was thinking bad thoughts.  Then he thought, maybe Nicole will go easy on me if I just tell her how sorry I am for how I had treated her.

He stammers, “Nicole, I am so sorry for everything I did.  Please let me…” Nicoles hand shot out blindingly fast and punched him in the face.

“Shut the fuck up!  I dont ever want to hear your voice again!  If you try to say any more of your lies, Ill gag you and youll really be sorry then!  And, I am not Nicole to you anymore; I am Mistress from now on!  Got that slave?”

Nicolas can not stop himself, “but please let me…”, he starts while dropping to a knee with tears rolling down his cheeks.  “Please Nicole…”

Smack!  Nicole punches him right in the face and blood streams from Nicolas upper lip and nose.  The ring gag is already in her other hand.  “Open up shit head!  Are you too fucking stupid to follow one simple order!”?

Nicolas is looking up a Nicole through his tear-blurred eyes.  He can taste the copper tinge of his own blood at the back of his throat.  He cannot believe this was the first of many women he manipulated and used.  This was not that meek and innocent Nicole he debased for his own pleasure.  This woman is strong and he begins to fear for his life.  He remembers very clearly what he had done to her thanks to Taras training.  How could he have even thought this woman before him would ever show him a hint of mercy?  He saw in her eyes that she could kill him and not feel bad about it.

Nicole yanks his nose ring roughly up in the air and shoves the gag into his now opened mouth.  She pulls on the leather straps and tightens the gag into place.  She begins to pace around his kneeling and shaking form.  Nicolas could not see it but she was shaking too.  The anger that ran hot through her blood scared her.  She never ever felt anger in her like she does at this moment.  It was anger that drove her fist into his face and it was anger that made it feel so damn good to do it.  What a rush it was when she saw him start to bleed from the blow of her fist.  Damn, did that feel good! She needed to calm herself or she would do some serious damage to him right now.

She grabbed his nose ring and pulled him over to the foot of the bed.  She lay back on the bed and pulled down her panties then pulled the ring in between her waiting thighs.  “Get to work and show me how you can pleasure me, slave!”

The gag and his tongue piercings not fitting well through the o-ring restricted Nicolas movements.  He knew he was not doing a good job and he feared what would happen if he failed her.

“You are not good at this at all! Are you?!”  She kicked him away in anger.  Nicole got up off the bed and went the shelf with the double-sided dildo.  She bought it back to the bed and roughly shoved the short fat end through Nicolas o-ring gagged mouth.  Once the dildo is in place she grabs the back of his head and pulls the dildo into her.  “Now start fucking me and you better do it well or there will be hell to pay!”

This time he does the job well and wave after orgasmic wave hits Nicole.  She kicks him away when she wants him to stop then lies there feeling very relaxed in her orgasms afterglow.  “Oww, that was a good one”, she finally states.  She pulls the dildo from his mouth and has him clean it with his tongue.  She feels much calmer now.

She grabbed him by the nose ring and started to pull him over to his cage.  Nicolas had no choice but to follow her on his knees.  It was then that she really looked at the pictures Tara had hung on the wall for Nicolas to remember the evil that he had done.  What caught her eye first was a picture of her but that woman was a different woman then the Nicole that stands before the wall.  That woman was innocent and naive.  That woman was crushed and left for dead by the monster that now grovels at her feet.  The anger is back in her and coursing through her veins.  She forces her eyes from her picture and the trail along the wall from picture to picture looking at all the innocent and naive women whose lives he had ruined. 

Nicole still has her finger looped through the nose ring.  Her knuckle whitens as she tightens the grip around the ring.  Her arm pulls his head up so that there eyes meet. 

Tears cloud Nicolas vision cause by the pain of the hard pull from Nicole.  It felt like she had ripped the ring from his nose.  Suddenly his vision went dark on one side of his head as Nicole slapped him hard with an opened hand but his head did not move due to her grip on the ring.

“How does it feel to see these pictures everyday?!  All these poor women.  Looking at them excites you doesnt it?!  Sure thats why Tara keeps you chaste!  You would jerk off to these pictures everyday.  Wouldnt you, you fucking pig?!” 

She slapped him hard in the face again leaving the imprint of her hand on his reddened face.  “God damn you for what you have done!”  She slapped him a third time.

Nicolas was trying to shake his head no but the grip on his nose ring would not allow him to.  He wanted to tell her how sorry he was but was afraid any sound he uttered would cause him more pain.  The side of his face felt like she was holding a blowtorch to it.

“I loved you so much back then and I thought your were in love with me.  How could you have allowed man after man to rape me over and over?  How?  And you tell everyone that I wanted it and that you were glad you found out I was such a slut before you married me.  Do you know how many times I tried to kill myself?  Sometimes I think the ones that succeeded in killing themselves were the lucky ones.  I still cannot escape the nightmare images of that night.  Do you think I will ever be able to love again?  No, Ill never feel love for a man ever again thanks to you!  I am glad to be here now so that you can finally feel my anger!”

That last statement sent a chill down his back.  This crazy bitch is going to kill me, he thought.  Fear caused him to rise from his knees and stand.  He needed to protect himself from her.  He had to hurt her.  Stop her before she kills me.  Im bigger and stronger then ever.  She will be no match for me.

His sudden movements caused her to let go of the nose ring.  She however was very prepared for his feeble attempt of an attack.  As he swung around to hit her with his body she lowered her shoulder and pistoned into his stomach.  Then her legs lifted his body slightly in the air and drove it into the concrete floor.

All his air left him as he hit the ground.  He could do nothing as she quickly rolled his body over and chained his wrists behind his back.  She started raining her fist down on him.

“I am not that weak woman you once knew!  You killed her and now you will suffer greatly for that crime and the others you committed!”

She grabbed him by the nose ring and dragged his ass into his cage.  She slammed and locked the door.  Then leaned against the wall and tried to catch her breath.  What to do next?  Then a smile grew on her face; she knew what was next and she looked around the room for the key to the KTB.  When she could not find it she went to see Tara leaving the animal battered and sobbing in his cage.

 

 



 

 


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