Introduction:
Note: the author finds true nonconsent to be morally abhorrent, and the characters' views do not necessarily reflect those of the author. However, some of this stuff is really hot *because* it's taboo and abhorrent. Enjoy at your own risk. All characters are over 18. , == The Taking
“Suzanne Quimby is missing.” said the talking head on the TV. “She was last seen leaving her classroom at the Higher Ground Christian School where she is a teacher.” My parents stared in amazement and horror at the TV. My blood ran cold, even though I knew this would happen. When my mother said “Willy, you had Miss Quimby for a teacher a few years ago, right?” I nodded weakly, the ice water in my veins helping me feign a sense of shock.
You see, I knew where she was. She was chained by the neck, naked, and huddled in a makeshift plywood prison cell in an abandoned farmhouse not far away.
She had been my grade-school teacher just as I was starting to develop sexual fantasies. She was young and pretty, in her mid 20s, and her most memorable feature was her big head of golden brown curly hair done up in the poofy style popular at the time. I'd always been an ass man, enjoying the relatively few pictures of female rumps in stolen Playboy magazines. I was also intensely curious about the female body. I remember looking at her nice round ass, and wondering what her bottom looked like if it were bared for my inspection. What would it be like to spread her asscheeks and take a long look at her feminine asshole? To have all the time I wanted to satisfy my curiosity about the female body? One time she wore a denim skirt that came to mid-calf and as she sat on a stool in front of the class, reading to us with one leg crossed over the other, I could see a tiny strip of her white slip underneath that skirt. At that age even the hint of women's underwear was fascinating, and I couldn't help but stare at it and wonder how to get a view farther up. I few years later I would make my chance.
School had not been kind to me. The other kids had always thought me strange because I was more interested in science than sports, and science was not an encouraged subject in that school. I was the odd kid everyone picked on throughout my entire time in grade school and high school. Girls would barely talk to me, the other boys made fun of me. Fortunately I was bigger and stronger than most, so they rarely tried physical violence. However, I had no friends, no prospect of getting any, no prospect of a girlfriend, and the usual desires of a young man. Thoughts of suicide and violence were my constant companions. I decided to strike my blow at those who made my life miserable, and satisfy some of my desires at the same time.
I'd known of the abandoned farmhouse for years. I never knew why it was abandoned, but looking at the ground around it over the course of a few months showed that while it was surrounded by worked fields, no one ever visited it. I suspect the landowners had moved to a house closer to the roads, and so this place fell into disrepair, the trees grew up around it, and it was largely forgotten.
The house was falling in, the roof long gone, the floorboards uncertain. The basement was made of field stone, with a rude dirt floor. The remains of the floor above provided some shelter from the elements though. With boards and plywood I stole from the farm where I worked, I built a box in the basement of the house. It was about a meter wide, a meter and a half tall, and a couple of meters long. Just a little longer than needed for a person to lie town, and just a little shorter than needed for a person to stand.
The taking of her was the hard part, but fortunately she lived alone. Some reconnaissance of her house and observation of her habits showed that she went home right after school. A few discussions with acquaintances from the city and a few hundred dollars yielded me a revolver, and some mail order netted me a few sets of handcuffs. I travelled by bicycle to the woods near her house, because the bicycle could be more easily concealed in the woods. A prybar opened the back door to her garage without much difficulty, and I found the door to her house pleasantly unlocked. Waiting inside, my heart raced, especially as I heard her car enter the garage. As I heard her turn the knob to come into the house, my heart was beating so hard it felt like it would burst. As the door opened and she came in, I shouted “This is the police! Put your hands behind your back!”
She startled at that, and half-turned to me, her mouth open. Taking the initiative I grabbed her wrist, twisted it behind her back, and shoved her up against the wall. Unfortunately putting handcuffs on someone requires the use of both hands, so I said “I have a gun, you will do as I say or I will shoot you. It's no difference to me.” as I put my gun in my coat pocket and started slapping the handcuffs on her. “Willy!??” she said, too stunned and uncertain to know what to do. I quickly had her hands cuffed behind her back, bent her over awkwardly, and force-marched her out to her car before she knew what was happening. I opened the rear seat door of her car, pushed her in, and as she fell forward awkwardly I grabbed her ankles and held them together as I slapped another set of cuffs on them. With another shove she fell down roughly in front of the rear seat, face to the floor. I used a length of rope to hog-tie her ankle cuffs to her wrists, immobilizing her. Going around to the other side of the car I produced a roll of duct tape from my pocket and roughly wrapped it around her head, gagging her and then covering her eyes. I then took a moment to admire what I'd caught. She was wearing some tight blue polyester pants, so I didn't have the pleasure of hoisting her skirt, but no matter, I could still enjoy cutting them off her. Her blue polyester blouse matched her pants, and I wondered what her underwear would be like. Time was of the essence, and I would soon have to be at work to avoid suspicion, so I would take my pleasure with her later.
I drove her car to a remote farm road near where I was going to keep her. I was strong but dragging her out was exhausting. Noncompliant bodies tend to be heavier than one thinks. I lifted her into a rusty brown wheelbarrow I'd positioned nearby and wheeled her away to the abandoned farmhouse. It was a lot of trouble to carry her down into the basement of the ruined house, but I got her there, shoved her into the box, removed the hog-tie rope, and loosened her cuffs slightly. Locking the box, I then left.
Disposing of her car was the hard part. The broken door to her house would be indication that she'd been taken violently, so deflecting suspicion far away would be best. There wasn't time to move it far away though, it was high time for me to get to work. So, concealing her car in the woods as best I could, and having parked my own car not far away, I went to work.
Work was hard to focus on. Fortunately it was mostly repetitive, mindless farm work. Shovelling manure, feeding chickens, moving haybales. My heart was beating fast the whole time, and I couldn't help but press my hand against my crotch a few times. Fortunately I worked mostly by myself and so there weren't too many eyes on me, noticing how distracted I was. I did my best to work hard and energetically to cover my nervousness. Would someone notice her missing? Would someone see the car and become suspicious? Work flew by, and I was relieved to be done with it. Once done, I raced to where my bicycle was hidden in the woods near her house, and retrieved it, taking a different way out, away from her house. I went home, ate supper with my parents, and went to bed.
I'd gotten into the habit of going to bed early, getting up in the middle of the night, and going out to look at the stars. I'd even bought a cheap telescope which I'd carry away to the farm fields around our housing development. So my parents weren't suspicious at me going out at odd hours.
When I got up I took the telescope so as to appear normal, but also my bicycle. I rode back to her hidden car and reconnoitered the area to see if there was any sign of discovery, but there was none. I went to check on her, a good long walk (but a slightly shorter bike ride) away from where her car was hidden. Creeping down into the cellar of the ruined house with a dim red flashlight (useful for astronomy as well as surreptitious travel) for illumination, I unlocked her box, opened it, and looked in on her.
She was lying face down, hands and feet still cuffed and tape still surrounding her head. I saw her startle awake, but still being blinded and gagged she could not see or respond other than a 'Mmmph!'. I took a moment to caress the curve of her bottom, knowing that it would be mine to play with. I took a moment to pull down her pants a bit, baring a set of (what I guessed in the red light) were plain white 'granny panties'. My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I groped her bottom, feeling the flesh of a real live woman so intimately! I couldn't help but lean down and tenderly kiss the back of her thigh.
Fun later though; first, work.
I put my bike in the back of her car, and drove it away. The city was many miles away, but I hoped that if left on the correct street, it would be stolen and never seen again. I left it on the street next to a notoriously crime-ridden apartment complex, with the keys in the ignition.
It was a *very* long bicycle ride back, out under the stars. However, the 'star' I really wanted was the starfish of her asshole. I needed patience though, in order to get what I wanted.
My legs were like rubber by the time I got home, but I made it back before my parents woke up. The next morning I was still exhausted, but so excited at what I would be able to do next, that I didn't have trouble getting out of bed. It was a Saturday, and I told my parents that I was going to go for a bike ride before work. So after breakfast I got on my bike, and rode away.
== Exploration
At last, my very own woman to play with.
I went by a circuitous route to the old farmhouse, trying to avoid places where I could be easily noticed, and watching out for signs of people around. Fortunately there were none. When I got to the cellar, I felt like my senses were alive. The smell of the earth, the smell of the rotten wood of the house, the feel of the breeze through the collapsing walls… all were so very sharp. As I opened the door to her box, I smelled *her*. I smelled the traces of perfumed soap from her last bath, the smell of her sweat, the smell of her fear… and what? The smell of her urine.
“Awww, did you piss yourself for me?” I said. I knelt by her as she lay on her side in a semi-fetal position, blue polyester pants still down around her thighs. I forced my fingers between her legs, feeling wet panties. A grope of her bottom between her legs confirmed wet thighs, and then a puddle on the floor of her box. “Good little slave you are, pissing yourself for me.”
I sat down beside her, wondering what I should do next. My planning had gotten me this far. My fantasies had always gone quickly to the 'juicy bits' of what it would be like to fuck her. This part though… the first touches, the first baring of her flesh for me, the discovery of her treasures… this was something I didn't know how to handle. Should I simply cut all her clothes off and fuck her cunt and ass? Should I take my time, savoring every new moment with her as I undressed her slowly? In the end I just sat with her for a while, admiring her body, touching her with tenderness which must have been surprising to her since I'm sure she was expecting violent rape.
I slid my hand over her thigh, touching the exposed flesh above and below her panties. Her pants still hobbled her thighs, so I grabbed the waist of them and pulled them down to her cuffed ankles. I moved to her polyester blouse, and with quivering hands unbuttoned that to expose a plain white bra.
Her tits were a minor surprise. I never knew I would have enjoyed playing with them so much. They weren't huge, but they were lush and perky enough. I ran my hands over them while they were still constrained by her bra and opened blouse.
I was shaking as I admired her treasures and touched her. I'd never had a chance to touch a real live woman like this before, so my erection was rock hard, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. She whimpered slightly as she lay there, bound in the fetal position with her pants down and shirt open, still blinded and gagged by the tape.
After taking a few minutes touching her breasts, squeezing, caressing the curves, and sliding my hand into her bra to touch a very feminine nipple, I moved down lower.
Her ass was a treasure. Such beautiful curves! I caressed her thigh for a little bit, then her belly and her bottom. I heard her breathing harder through her nose, and I smiled at her fear, discomfort, and vulnerability. I debated cutting her panties off or pulling them down. Cutting them off would give me a thrill, and easier access quicker. On the other hand, they might be more useful intact in the future. I decided to go for the thrill, and opened my pocketknife with a *snick*. She recognized the sound and started to whimper slightly as my shaking hands tentatively lifted one side of her white panties as they crossed her thigh. The knife blade slid under it, the cold metal of the back of the blade tracing a thin line across her flesh. The fabric parted with a pull of the knife, and now one side of her bottom was bared for me. I peeled back the fabric, baring the curve of her flesh. She clenched her ass and whimpered more, pushing out her legs, flattening her ass and tightening the furrow between her rear cheeks.
“You are to be my plaything” I said. The faintest gasp was all I got in response. “You will be open to me one way or another.”
Then, the moment I had been waiting for. I grasped her asscheek tentatively and spread her open as I leaned in. I trembled in anticipation and uncertainty, never having done this before. My touches were tentative at first, then bolder. “Playboy” never prepared me for the sight of this. A real live woman's asshole! Playboy showed the curves of pretty female bottoms, but never the more gynecological inspections I wanted to do.
Her asshole was a wrinkled valley of delicate flesh, stained dusky brown in contrast to her pale white skin, and rimmed with a light brown stain of shit around the sphincter. My heart raced and my hands trembled as I looked at her. I sniffed her and as expected, she smelled a bit of shit. Not a problem. My cock didn't have a sense of smell, and that's what I'd be putting into her, not my nose.
I started rolling her onto her belly. She resisted, whether through fright or resolve I do not know.
“Get on your belly!” I ordered her. She still refused to comply. Oh well. Had to happen sooner or later.
The electric prod was from the local farm store. No one around in this farm country would think twice about someone buying one. Grabbing it from outside the box and switching it on, I jammed the prongs into the flesh of her rump. She screamed and jumped as much as she could while gagged and restrained. I jammed my boot down hard onto her butt, then started jabbing her over and over with the prod. After a few applications, she rolled onto her belly. “Now, what have we learned, former teacher? We have learned that I will give pleasure and kindness, or I will give pain. I would prefer that you be obedient, and if you are I will be kind. If you are not obedient, I will give pain until you are obedient.” I zapped her with the prod a couple more times. “Then I will give you punishment for being disobedient.” I kept my boot on her bottom, pressing her against the plywood floor of the crate, and continued applying the prod to her thighs. she bucked and screamed and whimpered through the tape gagging her mouth. I hated to do it really; but spare the prod, spoil the teacher…
“Your mouth, your belly, and your backside will be open to me”, I said, repeating a line I'd heard quoted from “The Story of O” in Playboy. After I said it I realized it sounded a bit cheesy, but hey, this was my first time being a slave trainer!
She whimpered as I knelt down to fondle her again and I found myself slightly thrilled at the sound of her pain and humiliation. The curves of her bottom were beautiful. I ran my hands over them, and leaned down and kissed her asscheek. She looked so beautiful, tied up like this, available for my inspection and use any way I liked it.
“Hmm, let's test her obedience” I thought. I grabbed a length of chain which ran through the wall of her box and said “you are to be leashed”. Grabbing her by her fluffy brown hair I slid the heavy chain under her neck and then around it. Locking it in place with a heavy old padlock I'd found on the farm where I worked, I tugged at the makeshift leash to make sure it couldn't be slipped off.
I then slid down her body, touching and caressing her all the way. I got to her ankles, pulled out the key to the handcuffs, and unlocked her ankle cuffs. Grabbing her pants I pulled them down off her leg awkwardly, then cast them aside. She started whimpering and crying again.
“Get on your back! Spread your legs!” I ordered.
She started to roll and whimpered as if to say “please, don't do this”. My heart went out to her and my resolve wavered. I knew this might happen though, and I knew I had to be strong in order to get what I wanted. So I grabbed the cattle prod again and jabbed it into the inside of each of her thighs a couple of times. I remembered all the miserable time I spent trapped in her classroom, the abuse heaped on my by the other kids, the certainty I felt that this might be my only way to get to fuck a woman, the knowledge that I've gone too far now and would be certain to face long jail time at best if I backed out, and I used all that to fuel my anger and will.
She screamed through the gag and bucked and writhed with each jab of the prod. After realizing there was no escape though, she awkwardly wriggled onto her back, her hands still cuffed behind her. She spread her legs a bit, but a renewed threat of the prod, made by touching her inner thigh with the prongs of the prod made her spread them wide, knees up.
Her hands being cuffed behind her back made her elevate her hips off the ground, which combined with her spread legs and raised knees put all of her cunt and ass nicely on display. The hair between her legs was golden brown and curly like the hair on her head. In those days, women didn't shave their pussies and her pussy hair spread in a thick triangular bush from thigh to thigh across her front, then down between her legs all the way to a few hairs around her asshole.
I got down close to her pussy, my face inches from it. Her sweat smelled of fear and her cunt smelled of her piss. I ran my fingers over her pussy gently, parting the hairs and then opening her cunt lips. I'd seen diagrams of the labia minora before, but never even a photograph of them. Now I had them exposed for me in all their glory. Where they came together must be her clitoris. I tentatively flicked my tongue out at it since I had heard that the tongue was better than the fingers for playing with the clit. It tasted sweaty and salty and musty, but she squirmed and wriggled when my tongue first touched her there and I smiled, saying “I told you I can give pleasure as well as pain.”
== Ungagging
I laid down on top of her, awkwardly at first, since I'd never had a chance to do this with a real live woman. I pulled out my pocketknife and opened it. Her eyes were still covered but I know she recognized the sound of the knife and she trembled with terror as I lay on her, my face inches from hers, holding the knife in my hand. I examined the tape which wrapped around her head and gagged and blindfolded her. Seeing that it was loose where it went over her hair, I twisted and pushed the knife slowly under the tape, then parted it. I grabbed the now free end of the cut wraps of tape and yanked quickly, pulling it off her face, still leaving the sticky tape on her mussed hair and over her eyes.
She gasped in pain and relief at being able to breathe through her mouth again. I noticed a dark bruise on her cheek from where she must have banged into the wheelbarrow as I moved her here.
“What a pretty quim you have, *miss* Quimby” I said. “But now your name is 'fuckhole', or 'slave'. If you are an obedient slave I might call you 'quim'. Would you like that, fuckhole?”
She said nothing, so I slapped her face hard, saying “I asked you a question, fuckhole”.
Her trembling response was “I'll… do… whatever you want”.
“That's not an answer to the question I asked, fuckhole.” Standing up and grabbing the cattle prod I jammed it hard into her breast and activated it, making her kick and scream in shock and pain. “Now, fuckhole, what was the question I asked you?”
Gasping, she said “You… asked… if I would like to be called 'quim'”
After a pause I said “Correct, fuckhole.”
ZAP went the electric prod again. She gasped in pain. “You still have not answered my first question, fuckhole”
“No, I don't want to be called 'quim'” she gasped.
ZAP once more with the prod. “It does not matter what you want, fuckhole. You will obey. If you fuck, you get to eat. If you don't want to fuck, you get pain, and you get fucked anyway, and you don't get to eat. So it's better if you fuck willingly. Do you understand?”
In a terrified, faint, high-pitched voice she said “yes”.
I said “You are to be *fucked*” and spat out the word “fucked” in emphasis. An act we were raised to be thought of only for married couples – “till death do us part” and all that – she was going to have done to her and she was to know about it and anticipate it
“Are you going to fuck?”
“Please, don't do this… AAAAHHH!” she pleaded, until the cattle prod took her mind off her pleading.
“You are not to speak unless spoken to, fuckhole. You are to answer questions directly. I have been kind in removing your gag. I am perfectly willing to leave you gagged and blindfolded while I use you, your cunt and ass are usable without your face, but I am trying to keep you happier and more comfortable.”
“Are you going to fuck?”
“yes” came the tiny, tired, pained reply.
ZAP went the prod again, and she yelped loudly. “You will say 'yes, Master'”
“Yes, Master.” came the reply.
“Good slave” I said, and leaned down to stroke her hair gently.
== First Fucks
“Roll over, on your belly” I ordered. She slowly complied, and I watched her roll over again, still in the wet spot where her piss had soaked the plywood floor of her box. When she had complied, I leaned down and unlocked the handcuffs from her wrists. Standing up again I ordered “Come out of there. Stand up.”
Her cramped muscles aching from being cuffed for so long, she slowly complied, crawling out of the box and to her feet.
“Head down, don't look up at me” I said, and with a quick tug on her hair nudged her head down, still blindfolded with awkward rolls of tape. “Spread your legs, hands behind your back”.
She slowly complied, and I stood back to look at her. I looked at the chain around her neck dangling down between the white cups of her bra to her bushy crotch and from there to the floor, and I remembered how much the sight of a woman on a leash turned me on. One night at a play rehearsal in drama club we were sitting around talking, and one of the pretty girls I was lusting after playfully put the cuff of a prop ball-and-chain around her neck. I was immediately turned on by the sight of this girl I lusted after, on a leash. I wished I could have locked that leash on her and kept her as my plaything. Now, I had the chance to keep a woman on a leash and I was going to savor it for all it was worth.
With hands which still trembled a bit, I stroked her leash chain and then her breasts, cupping and squeezing her perky boobs. I walked around her, looking at her from all sides. I noticed how lovely the curve of her firm ass was, the slightly darker skin at the top of her ass furrow, and the shadowed almond-shaped gap in her furrow which marked the location of her shithole.
I took hold of her blouse by the shoulders and pulled it back and down, stripping her so she wore nothing but the leash and her plain white bra. The bra didn't last much longer, though it took my fumbling fingers a while to figure out how to unhook the clasp at the back. I'd never done that before! She stood there silently as her bra was loosened, and she allowed her arms to go forward as the bra was pulled off and cast aside, leaving her naked except for the chain around her neck.
“Grab those asscheeks, spread them wide” came my order, and she complied, wincing in pain and shame. I took the prod, and applying the prongs to her thigh (but not turning it on) said “you will spread wider”. She quickly complied, spreading her ass open as wide as she could and bending forward slightly.
“Goood girl, goood fuckhole.” I said. I got down behind her and got a long, loving look at her asshole, spread open for my amusement and inspection, and her degradation. “You have a dirty bottom” I informed her.
“Bend over” I ordered, slowly and firmly. I remembered seeing in a porn mag years ago, snuck while at a friend's house, a picture of a woman from behind, naked and bend over at the waist, legs spread wide, ass open, broad black bushy cunt with a hint of pink slot, perky tits, eagerly smiling face, and curly black hair on display as if to say “here's all of me, fuck me in any hole any way you want”. I wanted to pose my new slave the same.
“Grab your ankles” I said, and as she did so I unbuckled my pants. Dropping my pants and underwear, my raging erection aimed straight at her cunt, fairly quivering in anticipation. A drop of precum emerged from my cockhead even though I'd barely touched myself. Sidling up behind her, I placed my cockhead against her furry cunt and then realized I had little idea where the actual hole was! I knew it was there, but all I could see was bush, and I just knew there was a hole beneath her folds. Still, I reckoned that animals have been reproducing this way for hundreds of millions of years so it must be easy to figure out. A little bit of awkward fumbling with my dick in my hand and I found the spot between her folds where it went deeper…
That first time I fucked her, I shot my load almost as soon as I'd entered her. One push past her wet folds with my hard cock and POP! It was so sudden I almost didn't know I'd come, except that my dick was dribbling. It wasn't like the orgasms I'd had from masturbating. No real buildup of sensation, just a sudden burst of semen. That was embarrassing; but oh well, it's not like she was in a position to do anything about it one way or another.
It felt awkward and slightly icky. I didn't know what to do. I pulled out of her, and grabbed a paper towel, and wiped my cock off. I then wiped her cunt and ass.
“Good girl” I said awkwardly. “You may go back to your box now”.
She quickly crawled back into her box, dragging her chain, and curled up in the far back corner. I put a gallon bottle of water in there for her, and a 5-gallon plastic bucket. “Here's a bucket for you to piss and shit in” I said, and then closed and locked the door of her box.
On the way to work after that I had my crisis of conscience about what I was doing. I knew it might be immoral, but I rationalized it by reasoning that the evidence of history showed that contrary to popular opinion, might in fact *does* make right. Winston Churchill argued that “history will be kind to me, for I intend to write it”. I was thrown into a brutal school system where I was humiliated and verbally abused every day – and why? – because someone else had the power and I did not. So turnabout being fair play, if they brutalized me then I may brutalize them back. If they hated me I will hate them right back. They fuck me over, I'll fuck them right back. Act amoral to me, I'll treat you back the same way.
I spent that day at work with my heart still racing. I figured she'd be ok for today, but I'd best feed her soon. I stopped at the grocery store and bought some canned ravioli, bread, and granola bars. After going home for supper with my parents, I went to bed, saying that I would be up in the middle of the night to go look at the stars.
After a pretense of sleep (I was far too wound up and getting horny again) and listening for my parents to go to bed (dad had an annoying habit of staying up very late) I got up, collected my telescope but also my bicycle, and rode off in the night. I rode as close as I could, hid my bike in the woods, and then walked to the old farmhouse (the ground was too rough and full of obstacles to get close with the bike).
My heart was racing in anticipation as I went down to the basement of the old place, and by the harsh light of an electric lantern opened the peephole to my new slave's box. She was curled up in a fetal position, in the far corner. She awoke, bleary-eyed and frightened as I opened the small door where I could look into her box. “Hello slave” I said. She said nothing in return. I looked to verify that the chain around her neck was still in place, and noticed that she'd removed the duct tape blindfold and remnants of her gag from her hair. That must have hurt, but not my problem. “Show me your leash chain” I said, wanting to make sure she hadn't somehow undone the chain and would be ready to bolt the instant I opened the door. She complied, lifting up her chain, and I could see that it was still locked around her neck.
I went around to the side of the box and verified that the chain was still run through its hole in the box and securely locked to a concrete block outside the box. Even if she could somehow break out of the box she wasn't going anywhere quickly. I unlocked the two hasps on the door of her box, and opened the door. Checking the toilet bucket, I saw that she had thrown the wad of duct tape in there, as well as pissed and shit in it.
“Good slave, pissing and shitting in the bucket for me” I said nervously. I was still unsure about what to do here, never having done anything quite so bold before. She sat there in silence, unsure of what to do herself, since she'd never been a prisoner like this before. I stooped to get into the low box, went to her, and petted her head. I realized I liked running my fingers through her hair. I wish some girl would have let me be gentle and affectionate with her before this. It would have obviated this whole ordeal. I didn't want to be brutal, but it was the only way to get what I wanted.
“Would you like to eat?” I asked. She looked up at me uncertainly, and tentatively nodded.
I got out of the box, grabbed can opener I had brought, opened the can of ravioli, dumped it into a bowl, then scraped the contents of the can out with a spoon and put the spoon in the bowl. I got a couple of slices of bread out of the loaf, and placed them on top of the bowl. I put the bowl in her box, in front of her, saying “Sorry it's not warm. Best I can do under the circumstances.”
She giggled at that a bit. A nervous giggle, and far from sincere. I'm sure she was frightened as anything and giggling involuntarily to calm herself. Still, it made me smile. She ate, sitting cross-legged on the floor of her box. I loved the sight of her sitting there naked, the bush of hair visible between her legs and her supple breasts bared for me.
I realized I should bring a chair for myself at some point. I felt kind of awkward just standing there watching her eat.I considered that I shouldn't have to care. She was my prisoner and my plaything. Still, it bugged me.
== First Anal
I decided that having gotten the vaginal sex out of the way, I'd like to fuck her asshole. I'd always admired the lovely rumps of women in Playboy, and always wanted to fuck a woman in the ass. So once she finished her food, I took the bowl away from her (and realized I'd need a way to wash it), set it aside, and said “You are to be fucked. Come out of there.”
She started to say “Willy, please don't. This is wrong…” but I said “Shut up!” and grabbed the cattle prod to emphasize my point. I gave her a jab with the prod just for good measure, even as she was rolling away from me and curling up into a fetal position, and she screamed and yelped as the electricity zapped her. The noise of her screaming bothered me, so I stopped right there, not wanting to draw attention to the place (even though I knew it was a long way from any likely passersby).
“Now, come out of there, on your knees, bent over” I ordered. She complied, the memory of the pain of the prod still sharp in her mind. She rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled out of the box onto the dirt floor, dragging her heavy leash chain through the dirt until she came to my feet. “Turn around. Spread your legs wider.” I said, and touched her back with the points of the prod. Even though I didn't electrify it, the contact made her jump, turn around facing back towards her box, and spread her legs good and wide. Her rear cheeks parted and her asshole appeared before me. My cock became rigid at the sight of her brown-stained rear hole being bared for me, and I stripped off my pants and underwear while admiring her treasures. My cock was so hard it fairly ached, but I knew I had to take my time with this.
I took some liquid soap and squirted it onto her asshole. Then, taking a finger and inserting it between her asscheeks, I teased her tight rear hole and started to push the soap into her to lube her up. I had little idea what I was doing but I knew lubrication was important for anal sex, and I knew soap would work as lube, so I did the best I could with the lube I had. She was really tense, and her asshole was deliciously tight around my finger. I knew I'd have trouble getting my cock into her though, so after opening her a bit with one finger inserted all the way into her ass, I tried pushing two fingers into her. She whimpered and moaned a bit at that, so I went slowly and kept adding more soap as lube.
I really enjoyed pushing my fingers into her filthy private passage. I loved the intimacy of it, the fact that I was taking possession of a hole she normally wouldn't share with anyone. I was also thrilled by the taboo aspects – that this was normally something off-limits in the society I lived in. Then there was the wonderful humiliation of it – forcing her to open herself for me in the way *I* chose.
After getting two fingers deep into her and stretching her open for a few minutes, I decided to try my cock. I pulled my filthy fingers out and lubed up my cock, stroking a thick layer of soap all over it. I then knelt directly behind her and set my cockhead against her loosened asshole. Pushing forward, I felt strong resistance, but after a bit she relaxed enough to let me in… and what a feeling it was! I felt marvelous tingling sensations around my shaft as I gripped her hips, slid into her, and her tight rear hole caressed me. Driving my dick all the way into her ass, I felt amazing pleasure as the velvet walls of her rectum slid over my cockhead. As my cockhead emerged from her inner sphincter into her rectum, I felt her muscles clench around the ring just behind my cockhead and it was the most amazing sensation. It didn't take many thrusts before I shot my load into her ass, my body convulsed, my face screwed up into a rictus of pleasure and pain, and I gasped at the aching combination of the sensations.
“Wow!” I gasped, as the sensations washed over me and exploded through me. What I was doing was filthy and wrong in so many ways, but in the immediate moment it felt so amazingly good. She whimpered and sobbed and I felt pangs of guilt at what I was doing, in spite of all the misery heaped upon me at the hands of the school system she represented.
Still, might *does* seem to make right. The school system brutalized me because it could. Parents, teachers, government… they all did what they did to me because they had power and I did not. Now she was in *my* power, and the tables were turned. So I was going to enjoy this for all it was worth for as long as it lasted.
So with my cock still inside her rear hole, I slapped her asscheek, reached down and grabbed her hair, and said “You make a better fuckhole than a teacher. Your asshole feels great, and I am going to enjoy fucking it.” After a moment, I said to “you know, the Arabs say that a beautiful woman's asshole is the greatest of all earthly delights. I think I have to agree.” I'd read that in one of my dad's mags, in a very hot story involving girls enslaved to rich Arabs. I don't know if the Arabs really do say that, but it's what I'd read at the time. In retrospect it sounded rather foolish… but that's the process of learning.
I slowly pulled out of her asshole, then grabbed a paper towel and wiped my cock off. I then took a moment to wipe her ass as tenderly as I could. I meant to take her as my plaything, but I did mean to take care of her. One has to take care of one's livestock after all, and I am not inherently a cruel man. I let her go back into her box and locked her in for the night.
== Position training
I started training her on how to greet me. When I came to see her the next time, I opened the door to her box and said “Come out.”
“Now you will learn to greet me properly. You will crawl to that spot on the floor, put your head down with your cheek to the dirt, and put your ass up in the air with your legs spread. Do this, now.”
She obeyed, hesitantly, but after a quick glance at the cattle prod hanging on its hook she went to the specified position and took up something resembling the specified stance.
“Here, I will even be kind to you and give you a piece of cardboard to put your face on, so it's not right in the dirt.” I took out a folded piece of cardboard I had brought and put it on the ground under her head, and she dutifully laid her face on it. I would have liked to bring something larger, but I was limited in what I could pack on my bicycle.
“Good girl. Now spread those legs wider.”
She winced in shame, but she obeyed, spreading her legs and exposing her bushy cunt-slot and brown-stained asshole slightly.
“Now reach back and grab those asscheeks. Spread them wide for your inspection.”
She suppressed a whimper of shame and humiliation as she put her hands on her ass and dutifully pulled apart her milky white rear curves.
“Grab lower, right where your legs meet your ass” I said, punctuating my words with the toe of my boot against the crease between her thigh and her asscheeks.
She released her rear cheeks, and I watched them close together for a moment before she grasped herself where directed and spread herself open again. I knelt down close behind her and got a good look at her. It surprised me how odd a cunt looks when you see it from behind, spread obscenely wide. It wasn't a neat triangle of dark fur, it was an odd gaping hole with pink membranes all around, oddly textured skin, and stray folds and shiny wrinkled masses of flesh. Then there was her asshole – a tiny dark hole, somewhat oval, in the center of a brown-stained ring of flesh. It smelled of shit, but it looked appealingly fuckable and my cock was ragingly hard.
So without a word I undid my belt, took off my pants, and grabbed the bottle of liquid soap. I started lubing my cock with the soap, and then fingering her asshole. I smeared soap around her brown hole with three fingers, then pushed a soapy finger into her asshole. I squirted more soap on her asshole and continued finger-fucking it, enjoying how easily my finger slid into her. I slid a second finger into her ass, and said “good girl” and after a few moments of letting her asshole adjust to the violation said “you're learning your proper place”. Not long after that, I pressed my raging cockhead against her asshole, and violated her that way again. She gasped as I stretched her open, and it almost seemed as if she pushed back against me, helping me penetrate her. The sensations were so intense that after only a few thrusts an explosion erupted at the base of my spine and rocketed out my shaft to fill her filthy ass with my cum, as I groaned in pleasure, screwed up my face, and my head snapped back with the overwhelming convulsion of intense orgasm.
I collapsed forward on top of her for a few moments, then pulled out of her ass, feeling the slippery caress of her sphincter as it squeezed my cock. I wiped myself off with a paper towel, then wiped her as well, saying “good girl”. I gave her a loaf of bread and a can of ravioli to eat as I locked her in her box again, and went off to work.
== Shitting on Her
A few days later I shit on her. I had a full rectum when I went to see her, and decided to use it on her. The rattle of her chain in the dark basement was my welcome sound. “Hello slave” I said, and waited for her to present herself as expected. She did, wordlessly and slowly going to all fours. “Not good enough” I said. “I didn't hear you say 'hello Master', your cheek is not to the dirt and your legs are not spread wider. Reach back and put your hands on your ass and spread your asscheeks wide open!” Taking the cattle prod I applied it to her thighs a couple of times to reinforce the point. She screamed and yelped at the prods but quickly obeyed. I then ordered her to lay on her back, arms and legs spread wide. I spent a moment admiring the beautiful body I was about to defile. I reached down and touched her thigh tenderly. I slowly stripped off my clothes, stepped over her until I straddled her chest, then squatted down with my ass over her lush tits. I was shivering with excitement and I couldn't help but rub my cock. she might have thought I was going to cum on her face, until my piss started flowing from my firm cock, spraying onto her face. She winced immediately, closing her eyes, so she didn't see the turd as it started emerging from my ass.
I'd fantasized about humiliating her this way for years. It felt so good to feel the turd stretching my ass out, emptying me as it fell onto her. Once she felt it in the valley between her tits she opened her eyes and looked aghast, then started whimpering and sobbing uncontrollably. I was disgusted by what I was doing, but so turned on by the tabooness of it, and her obvious humiliation, that with my cock only half-hard I shot my load all over her piss-covered face after only a few strokes of my fingertips along the length of the top of it. After shivering and shuddering at the awkward orgasm, I reached down to grab each of her tits in turn and used them to wipe my ass. I stood up and let her lay that way for a while, covered in my filth. I then did what I'd fantasized about for years, grabbed a handful of my shit and wiped it all over her tits, belly, and thighs.
It was disgusting beyond belief. At that moment I resolved never to do it again. I was glad I did it though, as revenge for all the humiliation heaped on me at school. I ordered her to get back in her box, and she did so; slowly sobbing and gasping in shame, humiliation, and disgust.
== Shaving Her
I wasn't upset that I had done it. It was a little bit of *revenge* for all the misery I suffered in school. Still, I wanted to demonstrate that I was not a monster. Kindness and cruelty are both needed when training animals, and humans are just another animal. I let her lie there in my filth for a day, but when I returned the next day I brought a couple of big bottles of water and some paper towels.
I unlocked her box and ordered her to come out. Shuffling forward, she came out of the dark box into the marginally better-lit room. The chain around her neck obviously burdened her, but shame and disgust made her hang her head even more. Her hair was matted and she stank horribly of shit. Her lovely white breasts and belly were still covered with the remains of my filth from the day before. She dutifully put her cheek into the dirt floor and raised her ass high in the air and her legs spread wide, then reached back with her hands and spread her ass open to display her filthy asshole.
“Hello Master” she said.
“Good slave” I said. “Now I will clean you. Stand up and put your hands on your head.” She obeyed, standing with her head up and her hands on top of her filthy head.
“Spread your legs wider” I said, and she obeyed, spreading her legs bit wider than shoulder width.
I poured a few gallons of water into a clean 5 gallon bucket, added a lot of soap, cursed myself when I realized I should have put the soap in first, stirred it as best as I could, and then spent a long time with paper towels and a soapy sponge washing her from head to foot.
I wiped her down with wet & soapy paper towels first, cleaning off the worst of the filth I had left on her overnight. Gawd it smelled bad, but I'd smelled some pretty awful things in the course of working in barns and using an outhouse at times. I could deal with it.
I then washed her again; running the soft soapy sponge over her chest, arms shoulders, back, belly, and legs.
I put a squirt of soap on my hands and laved them over her cunt, getting her big bush all fluffy with soap. I ordered her to turn around and present her asshole, and she turned, then bent compliantly forward and spread her ass open with her hands on each cheek. “Good fuckhole” I reinforced, as I washed her asshole, lavishing attention on it and getting it as clean as I could, including sliding a finger a little way into her to give her hole a deeper cleaning.
Once I was done soaping her, I rinsed her off using the remaining water in a clean bucket, with a clean sponge.
Her hair was getting filthy and matted, and so I had brought scissors and even my razor. I told her to kneel, pointing to the cardboard I had laid on the floor. Taking scissors, I cut away her filthy hair, grabbing big handfuls of it and snipping it off. I'd never cut hair before, and my mother had always done mine (badly), so I was the figure of ineptness. Still, it had to be done. Her curly hair was matted and tangled and dirty with sweat, dirt, and other filth. After cutting it roughly I took my battery powered razor and used the beard trimmer to cut her hair close to the skin. It was laborious and time consuming, but I got her hair all cut off, leaving her bald except for stubble.
I'd left her head for last. In retrospect I should have done it first, but oh well. Live and learn. I took the sponge, poured clean water on it, and washed her newly shaven head. I then added some soap to the sponge and washed her head again. I rinsed the soap out of the sponge, then with the last of the water rinsed her head.
She wept silently during the process. I'd never before realized just how much women's hair meant to them. They had always been these distant creatures, emotionally impossibly far away from my understanding. Their alien motivations about their hair were notorious… seemingly a projection of their identity. Now I had a real live woman in my hands and I had cut away a large part of what she used to identify herself as a woman.
She could either fucking deal with it like a rational human being, or if she continued to be a damned emotional woman it would reinforce her status as a slave – nothing but a set of holes to fuck.
I gave her a rubdown with a towel afterwards, as if she was an animal. Some livestock I cared for. That's what she was to me. A target for revenge certainly, a fucktoy, but also an animal – a human animal, but an animal. One which I could use, but one which I should take care of if I wanted to have use of in the future.
The bathing I had given her wasn't quite as good as a real shower, but it was cleaner than she had been in days. Now she was bald, but she was pale and beautiful, and I realized how beautiful a bald woman could be.
== Shitting for Me
I continued training her with other degrading and intimate acts. It amused me to watch her piss while on display for me, baring one of her most private acts for intimate inspection. So I started training her to hold her piss and be ready to pee when I came to see her.
“It will amuse me to watch you pee for me.” I said to her, as she greeted me one day, with her face to the ground and her ass up in the air, spread wide for me. “Can you pee for me, slave?” I said as I nudged her crotch with the toe of my boot.
“No, Master”
I took the cattle prod off it's hook, and touched the prongs lightly to the back of her thigh, not switching it on yet. I said “You will pee for me tomorrow, slave. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master!” she said, nodding her head quickly as it lay sideways on the cardboard on the ground.
The next day, I let her out of her box, she crawled obediently into position, and I said “Are you ready to pee for me?”
“Y-yes Master..” she said tentatively.
I put her bowl between her legs. “Piss!” I ordered.
She quivered a little bit, and squirmed, but no pee came out of her cunt.
I put the prod to the back of her thigh, and she responded with a hasty “I'm sorry Master! I can't do it right now!”
“You were told you would have to pee for me today, and you understood the consequences if you could not. I gave you a simple task, and you cannot do even that.” I zapped her flesh with the prod a couple of times to emphasize my point, and she screamed in pain, kicking and lunging until brought up short by the chain.
“I'm sorry Master! I'm sorry! I want to do it but I can't!”
I put my boot on her back, pushing her down against the dirt floor. “Also, you said you were ready to pee for me, when you were not.” I jabbed the prongs of the prod hard into her bottom, and gave her a long ZAP as she screamed again. “You will tell me the truth in the future, or this will happen again.” I emphasized my point by jamming the prod into the back of her shoulder and electrifying it once again. She screamed in pain once more and flung her arms out, allowing me to grind her into the floor harder with my boot. Tears streamed down her dirty face and she sobbed as I looked at her.
I walked over to where I'd brought a fresh jug of water, picked it up, and put it in her box, saying “There's a full jug of water for you. I expect you to be ready to piss tomorrow. Get back in your box.”
She crawled back to her box, and I locked her in. I pointedly did not feed her that day.
The next day, she did successfully pee in her bowl on command, like a dog. It took her a moment, and she begged “please, wait” as she reached underneath herself and pressed on her belly. Once she got the flow started though, her clear stream of water splashed down into the bowl (and around it, and onto the floor). It was an impressive stream, and showed that she had been saving her piss to be ready for this.
“Good girl!” I said, praising her for her effort. “I'm glad you saved that up for me. I expect you to do the same thing tomorrow.” I put a slice of bread in her hand and watched her start to eat hungrily, as I got down behind her, set the bowl of piss aside, and slipped my cock into her cunt as she knelt there. It didn't take me too many thrusts of my hips before I exploded into her – it was such a thrill to train this woman, who formerly had such power over me, to be the most degraded object for my perverted pleasures.
After a few more days of training as I played with her each day, she had learned to greet me appropriately – face down, ass up, bare bottom spread wide for inspection, and a bladder full of piss. “Greetings Master, would you like to watch me piss for you, Master?” she would say.
It amused me to watch her piss on the dirt floor. Her hot, stinking, golden stream would squirt beautifully out of her bushy cunt. Some days I would order her to spread her cuntlips wide so I could get a good look at her pisshole before she squirted. Some days it amused me to watch her squat, pissing straight down onto the dirt and splashing mud and piss onto her feet. After she'd pissed for me I would fuck her. Usually from behind. Her asshole was a better fuckhole than her cunt, so I'd lube myself up with some Crisco and she would back her asshole onto my cock.
One morning as I ordered her to kneel in the filthy dirt with her hands on her head and her legs spread, in one of the spots where she pissed for my amusement I put a bowl between her legs and ordered “piss”. She obediently let out a dribble, and then said in a quavering voice “Master, I need to poop.” I walked around in front of her, grabbed her by the chin, pulled her head up, slapped her lightly on the face and corrected her with “You will say 'Master, I need to shit for you'”. She was a good Christian girl with a strict upbringing, and very shy about words like 'shit' and forcing her to describe it as an act done for me would subtly reinforce her position as my plaything.
I remembered one day in school several years before where she was teaching us about personal pronouns. She was reading off a list of them “I, you, we, they, he, she, it…” except that she said it too fast and instead said “I, you, we, they, he, shit…” at which point there was tremendous giggling in class, since as good Christian children that was one of the 'naughty words' we were never supposed to say – only adults were allowed to say that word. She had broken out giggling awkwardly herself, saying “I learned that word when I was 13” as if it was some secret knowledge, like sex, that occasionally leaked down to children, and that's how they learned about the world. Well now I was going to take knowlege of sex and women's bodies by force, since I didn't see any other way to gain it. I was going to make her shit on display for me.
Obediently, she said “Master, I need to shit for you”.
“Good fuckhole” I replied. I retrieved her latrine bucket and put it beside her, ordering “Now squat over your bucket, facing away from me, and shit on display for me.” She obeyed, turning and squatting over the bucket. She trembled, but I could see her relax her asshole and her turd start to emerge. It was disgusting. It was ugly and it stank… but I was turned on by her exposure and her humiliation and her willingness to expose and degrade herself. Once she had dropped her turds, I said “are you finished shitting for me, fuckhole?” to which she replied “yes, Master”.
“Get down on all fours then, fuckhole” I said. She slowly knelt and presented her filthy bottom to me as her face and shoulders went to the floor. I moved her bucket out of the way as I knelt behind her, lubed my cock with some Crisco, and pressed my cockhead against her filthy asshole. It felt so nasty to enter her like this, just after she'd taken a shit, but her asshole was opened already, so entering her was easy. I grabbed her hips and started pumping in and out of her, telling her “Good fuckhole. Good little toilet girl putting herself on display for me and opening herself like this. You're a good fuckhole.” I caressed her back, shoulders, hips, and thighs; all the while talking to her soothingly as I screwed her ass.
The thrill of this level of filth and taboo turned me on, even as the smell was revolting. My dick was rock hard as I filled her ass with it, stretching her rear sphincter taut. I got weak at the knees and collapsed against her, pushing her down against the filthy dirt floor as I shot a load of cum into her bowels.
After I'd come in her ass, I lay there a few minutes, then slowly pulled out, savoring the sensation of her rear hole and cheeks caressing my cock as it was softening. “Now clean my cock off, fuckhole. Grab those paper towels over there and wipe my cock clean. You will then suck on it.” She looked horrified for a moment, but turned to obey, grabbing the nearby roll of paper towels, tearing one off, and then slowly and gently using it to wipe the cum and shit off my cock as she knelt at my feet.
Once she'd wiped my cock, she hesitated a moment. A hard *CRACK* of my hand across her face and the words “Suck my cock, fuckhole. Suck it until it's clean.” reminded her of the command I had given and the consequences of hesitation. Her mouth opened, she leaned forward, and slowly took my cock into her mouth. She wasn't that great a cocksucker, and her distaste at the job didn't help any, but I didn't have anything to compare her to. I put my hands on her head in the stubble of her hair and said “Good fuckhole. Now lick me good and clean.” She flicked her tongue out to touch the base of my cock, even as her mouth engulfed my shaft. Such a good feeling! “Mmmmm!” I moaned. Then she gagged… which felt really good as well. I pitied her and let her up off my cock to breathe. “Good girl” I said, breaking my tendency to call her 'fuckhole'. “Now get back down there and do that again.”
She obeyed, remembering the sting I had left on her cheek, and eyeing the cattle prod left hanging nearby, out of her reach but easy for me to go and get. She took my half-hard cock as far as she could into her mouth again, and as she sucked and licked it I found myself growing hard again. She gagged repeatedly, but kept going. “Good little set of fuckholes” I said to her soothingly. Eventually I started thrusting into her mouth, over and over again, faster and faster, until I came a second time! I launched a gob of cum right down her throat, but it hurt! I knew from my masturbation sessions that coming a second time in quick succession often was painful, and here it was again, but this time I got to do it in a real live woman's mouth!
She dutifully swallowed it all, and I kept fucking her mouth, all the while lightly holding her filthy face. I kept fucking, because the sensations on my cock were raw and intense but it still felt *so* good to have a real woman to do this with! Eventually I felt yet another flow coming from my cock, and this time it was really intense and went on for a really long time. I shuddered and shivered and gasped in the agony of orgasm as she drank it all down.
Afterwards, I was exahausted. I slumped against the side of her box and sat down on a filthy piece of plywood, as she knelt there. I motioned for her to come closer and said “put your head on my lap”. She obeyed, putting her head on my lap facing away from me, lying on the same dirty plywood I sat on. I started petting her gently, caressing her naked shoulder and back, running my hands over her filthy head, and cupping her breast tenderly. “Good girl” I said.
I then realized I didn't have to pee in the way I had needed to before fucking her. I must have pissed right down her throat. She never gave any sign of it, just swallowed it down.
== Ongoing Humiliation
I loved inspecting and playing with her body. Groping her breasts, fingering her cunt, spreading her asscheeks, knowing she could do nothing to stop me. I petted and caressed and massaged her at times as well though, treating her like a beloved (if illicit) pet.
I fed her canned food such as ravioli, sometimes with bread and cheese. I started to realize what it was like to have a child – her food bill was eating up much of my meager wages. Sometimes I would fuck her from behind as she knelt, face down, ass up, eating out of her food bowl as I slid my cock into her cunt or ass. I'd open up the can of food as she knelt in front of me, expectantly hungry. After pouring it into her bowl, I'd tell her to eat, and having trained her to do so without her hands, she put her rump up in the air with her hands spreading her ass wide for inspection and use, and her face into the bowl so I could fuck her while she ate.
== Pissing in her food
One time I made her piss on her own food before eating it. I dumped her can of ravioli and slice of bread in her bowl, and as she knelt on the dirty plywood I had laid out for her, face down to the floor, ass up, asscheeks spread wide with her own hands, face grimacing and eyes shut in shame and anticipation, I put the bowl of food between her legs and ordered 'piss'. She obediently did, not seeing that she was squirting right into her food bowl. Once she was done, I put the bowl in front of her as she knelt there, and said “good fuckhole, now you may eat”.
She opened her eyes and half-turned as she looked back in horror at the piss-filled bowl of food. She winced away, but when I said “that's all you're going to get to eat today” she slowly, wincingly lowered her face to the bowl and began to eat, slurping down her own piss along with the bread and ravioli.
I got down behind her, and greasing my cock with some Crisco, pressed my cockhead against her asshole. She obediently relaxed her asshole, and let me enter her, even as she cried in shame and horror at what she was doing. “Good fuckhole” I said to her, as she milked my cock with her asshole. “Very good little fuckhole you are. Now lie down on your belly.” She obediently laid down as I laid down with her, my cock still in her asshole. I laid on top of her for a while, enjoying the feeling of her warm asshole squeezing my cock. I loved feeling the silky soft folds of her rectum caressing my cockhead, and the ring of muscle of her sphincter squeezing me just behind my cockhead. A few thrusts later I dumped my load of cum in her ass, and then relaxed as I lay on top of her. My cock grew soft within her and eventually it felt like she was cutting off blood flow, so I pulled my cock out of her ass with a sigh. “Very good little pig. You're a dirty piglet, and that's a good thing.” I told her.
== The End
Then, it happened. The day it all came to an end. I had expected that it would end sooner or later, and had planned for it. I was on my way to see her in the afternoon, and as I got to the edge of the woods where the farmhouse was hidden I saw the flashing lights of a police SUV and several policemen standing around the ruined building.
Crap. Oh well.
I turned around and went home. I was in a hurry, it was only a matter of time before someone with a badge and a gun knocked on my door. However, I didn't want to *look* like I was in a hurry and thus suspicious. I had my 'go bag' packed and prepared with clothes, money, and passport for just such an emergency. Grabbing my bag and all the cash I had, I got in my car and drove to the airport. The next flight to Europe was to Germany – just what I wanted. The ticket was expensive, but there was a seat available and ticket prices plummet at the last minute.
Every uniform I saw made me nervous, but I did my best to hide it. I made it onto the plane without trouble, and while the 9-hour flight had me tense and waiting for a German policeman to stop me at the exit, I cleared customs without difficulty. When I finally got to the curb outside the airport, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was free.
I was free not only of the law which I was sure would be after me sooner or later, but also of the responsibility of taking care of another human being – even against her will. Having a slavegirl was like having a child – expensive, time-consuming, and emotionally tiring at times. Sooner or later though, they have to be set free. I never had the heart to kill her. However much some people deserve a bullet in the head, she was never one of them. She was a product of the school system as much as I was.
From my German-speaking relatives and lessons in school I'd learned enough German to get by, and with the turmoil in Eastern Europe at the time, as Communism collapsed and the Berlin Wall came down, it shouldn't be too hard to build a new life. My trip to Europe the summer before to visit relatives had shown me that. There would be some hungry days, but it would be fuck all better than the hell known as school.
In retrospect it had been kind of stupid to take my frustrations out on her. She wasn't particularly unpleasant as teachers went. However, she was a teacher just the same, one of those who trapped me in that hellhole. They sent me there because they had the power to do so – might making right. Well turnabout is fair play. You fuck with me, I'll fuck with you right back if I can. You hate me? Well I hate you right back. For all hate's sake I raped and humiliated her.
In the end though, I had become attached to her. She was my pet and I loved her as that. She gave me much pleasure. I just wish it could have been consensual.
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