{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"7f917f9f-bfd7-405b-8848-0c91f67ab7bf","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-01-19T21:08:34.793Z","title":"The TV Hostess","slug":"the-tv-hostess","shortId":"UZW96t0R","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"3663db38-c4ca-4a57-ad39-4fe9ba8b19c5","title":null,"summary":"\n\nThis story is\nexpanded from a short vignette found in The\nLogic of My Anger. The TV Hostess ","wordCount":64302,"readTime":322,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

This story is\nexpanded from a short vignette found in The\nLogic of My Anger. The TV Hostess is\na woman who is the face of a low-budget, morning television show in\nBoston. Jamie is kidnapped, sexually\ntortured and repeatedly assaulted, and then emotionally destroyed before she is\nfinally discarded by her kidnapper.

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The TV Hostess

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Women\nought either be indulged or utterly destroyed, for if you merely offend them\nthey take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to\nretaliate; so the injury done to a woman ought to be such than vengeance cannot\nbe feared.

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-With apologies\nto Niccolo Machiavelli

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Day One

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Jamie\nHernandez sat in her dressing room, staring into the mirror as she rubbed the\ncreamy mask onto the perfect white skin of her cheeks and forehead. This one was blue and she’d left three small\nround holes for her eyes and mouth. The\nwhite towel wrapped around her blonde hair above her blue face made her look\nghostly in the intense glow of the makeup light….or like a demented smurf. She walked over to the small couch and sat\ndown to review the biographic data on today’s guest; the conservative female\nauthor looked boring, boring, boring. She\nwished her production staff could come up with someone a little\nmore…..topical. The window was slightly\ncracked and she opened her robe to let the air blow across her naked body while\nit dried the facial mask. She had\nalready covered herself with lotion and the air made her skin tingle.

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She Was a Smart, Beautiful Woman or It Was Definitely\nA Fair Assessment Of Her Charms

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Jamie was a\nnaturally beautiful young woman. She had\nnever been anywhere since she was ten when somebody had not mentioned it. She knew it was the kind of beauty that was\nstartling--not for what it was but because it seemed to take up a certain space\nof its own. It was the beginning point\nof every interaction she’d ever had with other people.

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No one ever\nunderstood that it wasn’t a gift. It was\na torment in some ways because it was perfection, and maintaining perfection\nwas a lot of work. She had a great job,\nbut she was also sharp-witted enough to realize that men would always care more\nfor what they thought they could get from her rather than actually for her.

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She was smart\nand she was young and already worth a ton of money, but she wanted the epitome\nof personal and professional success more than anything. She knew she was spoiled and could pretty\nmuch afford the best now, but she had never failed to obtain anything she truly\ndesired. She believed she could not be\ndenied…. business, jobs, men, whenever she had set her sights on a goal, she had\nby God achieved it. She always had, no matter\nwhat the odds were against her; she always would – so she had thought. She really believed that.

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A strong-willed,\nindependent woman, she’d made most of her own breaks by just being smarter and\nbetter prepared than most of the men against whom she competed. Assholes didn’t really describe them. They were weak men, timid little men with\nover-ripe eyes, almost proudly ignorant, certainly personally repellent and\nabsolutely convinced that they were geniuses and the gift of God to every woman\nthey could hit upon. The remaining few,\nthose as talented as she? She’d taken\nthem out of the running using office politics, threats of sexual harassment and\none unfortunate affair. It had been\nunfortunate because she’d had to fire the pathetic dickwad two years later, after she’d been promoted above\nhim.

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Of course, it\ndidn’t hurt to have the kind of brittle, yet undeniably startling beauty with\nwhich she’d been cursed. Not a large\nwoman, she was still absolutely merciless when it came to getting ahead. She hated the idea of the work itself, but if\nit got her out of this god-forsaken television market and into either New York\nor LA, then it was worth it.

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Despite being\nmarried, work was all she thought about now because she’d discovered the sordid\nreality of life by her early twenties; that it was possible to obtain something\nthat approached sexual satisfaction while remaining empty inside. But with the passing of time the emptiness inside\nhad grown while the satisfaction was increasingly harder to find. She might as well have said that she wanted\nlove and be done with it.

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When she’d\ngotten out of bed this morning, she’d instantly regretted it. It’d been dark and cold and it looked like it\nwas going to stay that way. She was\ncranky and ready to take it out on whichever of her peons crossed her\ntoday. Lots of the assholes that she\nleft in the dust at work confused sex with love, like she had when she was\nyounger. The fools still comforted\nthemselves with the false sense of belonging it gave them.

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She always got\nto the fitness center early; it was only nine in the morning and already she’d\ndone five point five miles on the stationary bike, worked for half an hour on\nthe exercise machines and done another fifteen minutes in the pool. She knew she would have felt better if she\ncould have eaten the four fried eggs and half pound of bacon that her husband\nate almost every morning, but life wasn’t fair, not fair at all.

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She was so tired\nof Boston. And tired of her husband now,\ntired of the way he was gone all the time on business and tired of how he acted\nwhen he was home. Almost every man she\nknew quickly bored her. Even so,\nunbidden thoughts of the new station manager drifted across her mind. He was darkly handsome and well built; a\ndecidedly masculine presence in a world of television that was mostly made up\nof softly feminine males. But he was\nlittle too independent for her tastes. \nShe liked men that were a little more easily controlled.

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Last night had\nbeen……odd. According to an article she’d\nread about human sexuality, although damp dreams were not uncommon to women her\nage, only a relatively small percentage reported actually dreaming to\nclimax. But it wasn’t so much the orgasm\nthat had bothered Jamie, who up until a moment before awakening had gone\nwithout one, sleeping or awake, for almost two years; it was the identity of\nthe partner her subconscious had chosen for her.

She’d been\ncomposing plays; dark fantasies about him in her mind for the last two weeks. She would probably never do anything about it\nsince he would be so difficult to manage while in an affair, but it never hurt\na girl to dream. The latest one involved\nhim sneaking into her home while she was working in the kitchen. \n\n

She’d just\ntaken a bath and was wearing a robe. \nHe’d snuck up behind her, but couldn’t say anything because of the\ntension in his voice as he drank in her beauty. \n

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She was a good\nwoman; she’d finally recognized his presence and had half a second to grab a\nknife to defend her self. But his hand\nmoved as fast as a striking snake to pin her wrist. He’d then reached around and pulled the belt\nof the robe so that it opened, and put his hand between her shoulder\nblades. He’d pushed her forward so that\nshe’d felt the cold surface of the kitchen island, first on her breasts, and\nthen on her belly, and finally the hard corner against her pelvis. He’d already squeezed her wrist so that she’d\ndropped the knife on the island. She’d\nno choice but to wiggle farther onto the island to keep the knife flat under\nher belly so that it wouldn’t slice her open or drop to the floor. Only that had brought her buttocks up even\nfurther and parted her legs, and she’d had to hold herself absolutely rigid to\nkeep from moving against the blade. And\nhe ---

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The ringing of\nthe phone next to her was as shocking as something breaking. She was annoyed at having the daydream\nbroken, but it was time to begin preparing for the show that came on in a\nlittle over two hours.

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She Was A First Round Pick or Definitely Not\nA Consolation Prize

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The man who\nwould pursue Jamie had just sent his current lover to Louisiana for seven to\nten days of what might be called “…. special training.” This even though the older woman that he had\ncome to hate was not aware of the fact that he was treating her like a\nlaboratory rat as he manipulated her psychologically, emotionally and\nsexually. It all had become too easy of\nlate and he was bored with amusing himself at her expense. Frankly, he was bored with everything about his\nnormal life.

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It was almost\nnoon as he prowled his loft, feeling restless as hell. A feeling of melancholy had come over him\nover a period of the last several weeks. \nThings had been going well, too well it seemed. He was young and healthy, he was wealthy, and\nhe had what should have been the woman of his dreams…. except that she was twice\nhis age and had turned out to be a treacherous bitch.

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So why was he\nso restless? Why did he want so badly\nfor something in his life to change? \nWas it because he’d finally got everything he’d ever wanted, and all he\ncould think was…..is this it? Is this all there is??

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Why not admit\nit, he thought to himself. He felt\nrough, physical, mean. He really didn’t\nlike women in general, but he really did want\na woman; or rather, he wanted the release a woman represented, a release in\nwhich only he maintained control. A\ntemporary woman would be best. A woman\nfilled with a little fight at first, one who wanted to deny him his rightful\nrelief until he’d worn her down; a slit totally different from the compliant old\nbitch he was currently fucking. Well, he\ncalled her old even though she was only in her late thirties….and still very\nsexy, still extremely good looking in many ways, but he was only twenty-one and\nshe seemed old to him now. Old and\ntreacherous and dried up. Once he’d\nthought he might have loved her, but now she was like week-old bread. You could still eat it, but it was dry and\nhard and there was no taste left to it.

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But the man\ndidn’t want a prostitute either. Rather,\nhe wanted a woman he could dominate, a woman freshly trained to his exacting\nstandards and always available to be used the way he felt…. at…. that moment, to\nbe used his way. The man glanced\nover at the small TV he had in the kitchen. \nJamie Hernandez was on at the moment with another woman. Her visitor to the set wore a dress of royal\nblue that matched her eyes; cinched in at the waist, the neckline was demure. With her hair pinned up, the guest looked elegant\nwithout being studied.

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Not so the TV\nhostess, her exaggerated curves seemed to cry out slutty waitress. He’d seen the Hernandez woman numerous times\non local TV, always working the mid to late-morning hours. While her co-host gave off an aura of being a\nman of the people, she often seemed more distant, more above the fray. He got the impression that she thought she\nwas smarter than everyone else……. and that included both her current guest and\nco-host.

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He supposed\nshe was good-looking enough but thought it was a camera-ready sort of\nattractive. In many ways, at least to\nhim, as undeniably attractive as she was, there was no depth to her appeal and\nit was all shopped and cosmetic. While\nmost men he knew thought her extremely good-looking in a “forget it, you’ll\njust upset yourself” whorish kind of way, she did not appear particularly\ntalented to him.

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She inevitably\nsat next to her male co-host, often perched on a tall stool in a way that best\nexposed her shapely legs. She generally\nwore an abbreviated skirt or close-fitting knit dress of some light pastel\ncolor that flattered her complexion, usually in shades of pink, yellow, orange\nor light green. A comparison of the two\nwomen just confirmed that in her expensive, yet still tasteless dress Jamie\nlooked like nothing so much as a prostitute that had been chosen to front some\ncheesy, local television show.

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Today she wore\na deeply cut, tightly cinched light grey dress that ended about two or three\ninches above her knees. He had to admit\nthat she did have great knees. Not\nsurprisingly, the dress was tightly tailored at the mid-section to best display\nher tiny waist and surprisingly large jugs. \nThe overhead lights, unflattering and hard, glinted off of a tiny broach\nshe wore attached to a velvet choker around her neck.

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In her\nmid-twenties, despite her lack of talent, she seemed somewhat intelligent and\neven displayed a sense of humor at times, but it was almost always at someone\nelse’s expense, usually a man, as she narrated some crazy behavior that had\njust made the news. She had a slight\nsouthern accent, and at 5’ 4”, she had a bosomy, exquisitely sexy figure and\nlong, shapely legs; she always wore pumps or dress sandals with high stiletto\nheels that emphasized her charms to the mostly male audience.

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The camera\nalways zoomed in when she smiled, for attractive laugh lines bracketed her\nsmall pouty mouth with the ends slightly turned down and soft wrinkles appeared\nat the corners of her eyes. \nMedium-length honey blonde hair with lighter highlights fell to her\nshoulders, professionally framing her face; the color went well with a\nwonderful late-fall, pre-winter tan. \nLong lashes on light brown eyes combined with everything else to create\na whorish, yet still often stunning telegenic beauty that exuded a cheap, yet\nprofessionally quake-proof business-like veneer.

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She was part\nof the “to-do-list” generation – people who got into new thing after new thing,\nfrom rock climbing to hot yoga to night golf. \nSometimes in the same day. They\nwere always in a hurry and usually, it seemed they didn’t really pause to enjoy\nthe thing they’d just done; they just liked marking it off some imaginary\nlist.

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A recent\narticle in one of the Sunday paper supplements trumpeted that she “…was a young\nprofessional on the rise.” The\naccompanying picture of her lounging in an over-stuffed chair was used to\nsupport the accompanying hyperbole. High\ntops and a backward baseball cap set off the ensemble, serving only to frame\nand further enhance the beauty of her eyes, her skin and her face.

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She was in\nfact, young and aggressive to a fault, unwilling to let anyone or anything get\nin the way on her voyage to the top. It\nwas reported that she kissed the asses of those above her and bullied those\nbelow. Even more, as much as she liked\nbeing able to tell the men under her what she thought of them, the man watching\nhad no doubt that she was a promiscuous whore too. The only real question being how many men and\nwomen she had fucked or fucked over on her way to the top of the local\ncelebrity list. He was sure she was the\ntype of ball-buster who felt men were weak and would always fall short of her\nstandards, but in the end she lacked a similar sense of her own\nvulnerabilities.

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He had\nawakened early that morning feeling rested. \nHe went through the motions of his morning routine without coming to\ngrips with what he had for the most part already decided. He wasn’t sure where the idea came from; it\nwas hard to say for sure, but suddenly a full-blown scene crystallized in his\nmind. He knew her type and was\nabsolutely positive that her on-air persona of a sometimes ditzy blonde was at\ntotal odds with reality. She was the\nperfect example of a young, bloodless, hyper-competitive American television\nexecutive who possessed only mediocre talent, but sported unyielding\ndrive. In short, she was exactly what\nthe industry wanted. He absolutely knew this about her, but like millions\nof other men in the northeast still felt an incredible physical attraction\ntoward her.

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A low level\ncelebrity, it turned out she left home early and often worked late, then took a\ncompany limousine home when her husband was in town. However, when he left town on business, which\nwas quite often, she usually drove herself into work so that she could join\nother broadcast TV types at one of the local bars after work for anywhere from\ntwo to four hours.

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He realized\nthat this lady exactly fit his surly mood. \nIt was time to show this sleazy whore what a real man, not one of her\nsycophants, would do with her. He wanted\nto fuck her so hard, it made him ache just thinking about it. Something deep inside him had stirred. A wild, reckless, primal piece of him that\nhad always loved danger, the adrenaline it brought; that had always loved\ntesting himself against various challenges that crossed his path. There was an ecstasy in the knife edge of the\nstruggle, a vital energy he felt couldn’t be found anywhere else, and part of\nhim (a stupid, insane, but undeniably powerfully primitive part) missed it when\nit was absent. He’d had the dark urges\nbefore and they would come again. He was\nfascinated by them, attracted to them, and had given in to them far more than\njust once.

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She perfectly\nqualified as a temporary lover if he could only get to her without too much\nrisk. He understood this about himself,\nknew that in his mind the decision had been made. There was no doubt he would make the attempt\nand he heard himself laughing like a madman as he made his plans. He didn’t believe he’d fail to acquire the\nwoman, because he knew he would.

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He grinned to\nhimself since he knew he would soon be enjoying the delectable Jamie. Sometimes he got these feelings about things. They were rare, had happened perhaps four or\nfive times in his life, but he could remember each one vividly. There came a kind of tingling sensation in\nhis body, as if he were being bathed in a mild electrical current. Combined with the physical effect was a\nsudden epiphany, a kind of déjà verité, a revelation of truth. It was the oddest thing, but the premonitions\nhad always been correct. Each and every time it had happened, whatever\nit had showed him, that thing had always come to pass.

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She Was A Beauty By Network Standards or He\nPlanned On Giving Her A Professional Woman’s\nWelcome

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It was late\nafternoon, not too cold, but a harsh, persistent drizzle had fallen for the\nlast couple of hours. Pools and puddles\nwere everywhere, much splashed across the pavement and up on the sidewalk by\npassing traffic. The man sat in a cheap\nrental car (without GPS) that he’d picked up from a local business. He’d been waiting for about an hour outside\nthe bar that the TV types used when he saw her walk in with two other\nwomen.

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All three\ncarried umbrellas and she looked good with a rose blazer over a clay-colored\nblouse, no bra, tight jeans and black, strappy sandals with stiletto heels that\nseemed a little inappropriate for the cold, wet weather. Her high heels made a distinct click on the\nsidewalk, amplified by the exaggerated swing of her hips and air mostly cleaned\nby the falling rain. Young and fresh,\nseemingly bubbling over with high spirits, she marched into the bar as though\nat the head of her very own parade. Skin\nso clear it almost glowed, huge eyes, long blond hair; without even trying she still\ntook his breath away.

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She was still\nin that bar and it had turned dark by the time the man reached her home; a\nlight but steady rain turning cold had begun to fall. He passed the house twice, slowly going in\nopposite directions and then parked a mile away in the back corner of a small,\npoorly lit lot set up for commuters using mass transport. He looked around carefully; there were a few\nfar away lights but no cameras. Finally,\nhe opened the trunk of the rental car and disabled the trunk light.

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Still\nunnoticed, he hurriedly walked to the TV whore’s executive ghetto-mansion,\nleaning into the rain like a man who hated the cold, wet environment. Situated over a seventy meters back from the\nstreet, even better, the big-money home was faced by an empty lot across the\nstreet. The nearest neighbors on the\nopposite side were about seventy or eighty meters away on either side of the\nempty lot. There were numerous small\nshrubs in front of her home; all well-lit by outside lighting to remove obvious\nhiding places. But the sides of the\nproperty were sharply defined by multiple rows of large, thick ten-foot tall\nshrubs which remained mostly in darkness. \n

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Carrying a\nplastic shopping bag filled with the few things he needed, and bundled in an\nexpensive dark blue raincoat, leather gloves and umbrella that allowed him to\nlook like he fit in, the man walked by her home the first time. Lights off, no one home. He meandered back in fifteen minutes and\nquickly disappeared into the shrubs that lined the driveway. After changing shoes and waiting another ten\nminutes, he pulled on a black watch cap and cautiously approached the\nhouse.

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Even though he\nmoved slowly at the edge of its range, an outside motion sensor situated by the\nhouse still caused an additional security light to come on. The man sank to the ground and froze, waited\nuntil it went off again, and then moved even more slowly before he finally\nreached the side of Jamie’s home. It\ndidn’t matter; no matter how slow he went, the light still continued to come\non. Eventually he said “fuck it,” and used\nthe shrubbery until he was next to the garage window. Then he walked less than fifteen feet over to\nthe garage and peered in a window that was hidden from view from the street.

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He took a good\nlook at the security system inside. It\nwas fairly rudimentary, but still effective. \nThere were contact pads, small, rectangular things, on the door into the\nhome and on all of the windows. They had\nwires the size and color of spaghetti carelessly tacked all along the bottoms\nof the windows, and the wires came together in a metal box mounted on the wall\nnext to a door that probably led into either the mud room or the kitchen.

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The alarm box\nhad a small key pad and two small lights. \nThere was a red one labeled armed and a green one labeled unarmed. There were no separate zones. No motion sensors. It was a crude perimeter fence only. While the house had been professionally wired\nfor security, an intelligent man with a lot of “odd” skills could short-circuit\nthe window alarms by adding additional wires to either side of the magnet pads\nbefore unlocking the old-fashioned window with a pocket knife.

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He did and within\ntwo minutes was inside her garage!

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He closed the\nwindow behind him and looked at everything again. Her garage door opener on the ceiling sported\ntwo lights; he unscrewed both, then closed the entry window and removed the\nadditional wire that had allowed him to break in without setting off an\nalarm. The man patiently settled down in\nthe right hand corner of the garage behind a large lawn mower parked near the\ngarage door and prepared to wait. It was\nraining harder now and he was pretty sure she would open the garage door and\njust drive right on in. If she did\nsomehow see him in the darkness, he would be able to make his escape through\nthe open garage door long before she could get the police onsite.

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He waited\npatiently. Finally, the moment arrived\nand time twisted around itself in that manner peculiar to anticipation and\nexcitement, infinitely extending itself in the perception of the man who\nwaited. The garage was lit up from outside\nby a car on the drive and then the garage door noisily cranked open; the engine\nnoise grew suddenly louder. But even\nthough the interior garage lights never came on, the unsuspecting slut drove\ninside anyway.

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Her vision to his\nside was poor, the windows and side view mirrors were beaded with rainwater. As the car slowly passed him, the man rose to\na low crouch and moved behind the right rear bumper, always remaining below the\nlevel of the car trunk and listening to the sounds of the garage door as it\nclosed behind him. The brake lights\nflashed suddenly and then the garage went dark when she turned her headlights\noff. For the first time, he could sense\nthat she suddenly had realized that the garage was unexpectedly dark.

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He became\naware of the sudden beating of his heart, feeling the loud thumps that came too\nclose together to be normal. He felt so\nobvious; discovery seemed impossible to avoid. \nHunched over so low that he was almost on all fours, the man moved\nsilently around the side of the car up to the right front fender where he\nsilently waited. After waiting another\ncouple of minutes, the woman for whom he had come finally exited the car with a\nsoft muttered curse. She left her car\ndoor open for a moment, then froze as she looked at the house door. Not strictly drunk, it appeared she still had\na good buzz on.

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It was\ndifficult to remember not to hold his breath. \nThe man breathed shallowly, quietly, as he moved slowly around the front\nof the car next to the left front headlights and then crouched again, making each\nmove slow, methodical, silent; doing his best to keep his heart rate down. It was not distracting that he could hear, or\nfeel, each beat of his heart now. It was\njust part of the environment of the garage, his own perfect metronome. Like a hunter, he paused in front of the\ncar. But he was still careful. Luck could take you a lot of places, but She could never be trusted to stay in\nyour bed once you got her there.

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A Few Social Drinks Had Quieted That Vague\nSense Of Unease or She Really Fucked Up This Time

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It had been a\nfun day, but for some reason nothing could ease the disquiet she’d felt only a\nfew moments after she’d gotten out of bed this morning. Jamie had been chiding herself about it all\nafternoon; the feeling of low level….panic….was\nboth irrational and annoying, and there was nothing she could pinpoint which\nmight have causes her feelings of anxiety. \nThe show had gone well with the bimbo author; she’d had a nice afternoon\nwith friends, the drinks had numbed her a little and the drive home had been\nuneventful. But she was tired and her\nfeet hurt; home and bed waited.

\n\n\n\n

She pulled\ninto the garage without a second thought, only becoming aware of the total\ndarkness after she turned her car’s headlights off. Her car doors remained locked. She punched the garage door opener again to\nshut the door and turned slowly in her seat and looked out the left side view\nmirror. She could barely make out the\ninside surface of the closing garage door, but there was a thin light on the\ngarage floor coming from under the door into her home. Nothing wrong, but she was still filled with the\nslightest touch of free-floating anxiety.

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Jamie unlocked\nthe car doors, wincing at the suddenly loud noise. She opened the door and slid out of the\ndriver’s seat. Opening the door turned\non the car’s interior light. Feeling\nexposed and rather silly at the same time, she pushed the door shut, trying to\nmake no noise. This was acceptable\nbecause the interior light stayed on for at least another minute.

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There were two\ndim shapes that looked very much like shoes standing inside right by the door,\nthe door to her home. Jamie reached\ninside her purse, held her breath and then closed her eyes. You’re imagining things, she told\nherself. Look again. I don’t want to do it, she replied to\nherself. Do it. She looked again. Nothing. \nShe bent further down, scanning the entire crack. Nothing. \n

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Standing by\nthe car door now, she had to hang on to the door handle because her legs were\nsuddenly trembling so badly. She stared\nhard at the sliver of light which came from under the door. Was there someone inside her home? She slowly backed away from the door towards\nthe front of her car, keeping her right hand in her purse. Jamie slowly sank to one knee to look under\nthe door. Nothing.

\n\n

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His prey still\nhad not sensed his presence. Suddenly,\nstill looking at the door, with a soft click-clack of high heels on concrete, she\nmumbled softly under her breath as she backed towards him and then crouched to\nher knees by the left fender of her car not three feet from him; crouching in\norder to peer under the bottom of the door that led into her home. Her moving towards his place of concealment\nwas an incredible coincidence, but he was more than willing to take advantage\nof it.

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She knelt down\neven further and her attacker paused again, listening for any indication of\nfurther movement from the woman. How far\nwas he away from the corner of the car? \nHow far was she? Was she\nwatching? Was she waiting? Had she heard something? Which way was she looking?

\n\n\n\n

Now he moved\nagain too. And as he slowly stood\nupright so that he towered over the woman who still knelt facing away from\nhim. He felt that first major burst of\nadrenaline, a quickening of the senses which lightened his arms and chest. It was almost like a runner’s high, a heady\npreternatural awareness, a feeling of almost invulnerability. Almost. \nBut he refused to let the feeling take full control of him.

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Another soft\nstep and he had fully left the cover of her vehicle and he towered over the\nkneeling woman. Only more left to\ntake. Moving as lightly as he could, his\nshoes were noiseless on the cold concrete. \nThe man’s eyes were fixed on the woman’s narrow shoulders ahead of\nhim. He trained the stun gun on the\nexposed neck, his mind a sudden spin of instinct and calculation. He had imagined this moment for hours, but\nsuddenly he was uncertain. Then she\nstood to open the door into her home and the decision was made for him.

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She rose to\nher feet, and then froze. The soft hairs\non the back of her neck had suddenly prickled while all her random fears\ncrowded in all at once. A charge of\npanic ran up her spine at a soft scurrying sound behind her. Her hand was coming out of her purse with the\nsmall 32 caliber pistol she was licensed to carry, but before she could turn,\nshe was literally paralyzed by a massive electrical shock and suddenly saw\nstars.

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“Aaaaggggggghh!” It was the only sound of which she was\ncapable of making.

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She wasn’t a\ncrying woman, but tears flooded her eyes at that moment. Even as her system shut down and blackness\napproached, as her legs collapsed under her and she began that long fall to the\nfloor, she was filled both with panic and an incredible feeling of sickness at\nhow close to safety she’d been.

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Suddenly his\nprey stood upright and froze. Somehow\nshe knew, but she had no time for defense and it was remarkably easy to make\none lunging move from behind and take her – the poor little thing never knew\nwhat hit her. After one pitiful moan, her\npurse dropped with a clunk, beating her to floor by less than a second.

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The blonde TV\nwhore was his. It may have been dark\noutside, but he suddenly felt lighter inside. \nIt was time for the games to begin. \n

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It was a\nmatter of just moments to strip the blazer off, zip cuff her wrists behind her\nback and then gag her. The man put the\nblack cotton bag he had lightly sprayed with chloroform over her head and\ncarried Jamie to the back of her car. He\npopped the car trunk, put her 115 pound frame and cast-off blazer inside, then\ntied her elbows, ankles, knees together and finished by tying her ankles to her\nwrists in a nice, tight reverse hog tie. \nThe insipid TV bitch wasn’t going anywhere.

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Jamie lay in\nthe dark, unable to move, mind paralyzed with fear, muscles paralyzed by a\nmassive jolt of electricity. She wanted\nto lick her dry lips but couldn’t because tape had been put over her\nmouth. So close to safety, yet so far\naway too when someone had rushed at her from behind. Then to her fearful astonishment, there had\nbeen that terrible shocking pain which had literally left her paralyzed.

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Her eyes had\nbeen flecked with a million exploding stars and a searing heat had run down the\nback of her neck. And though she had\ntried, it had been impossible to scream. \nMuscles totally paralyzed, she had begun to fall backward when she’d\nbeen caught in the powerful arms of someone behind her and lowered to the\ngarage floor. She knew instinctively\nthat this person was the cause of her paralysis, not her savior. She’d tried to move, to fight, but her limbs\njust jerked uncontrollably and twitched as she lay on the cold concrete. Then her arms were roughly pulled behind her\nback, her wrists bound and something, tape perhaps, placed over her lips and mouth. It was impossible to move; she felt\neverything, understood everything he did, but couldn’t move a finger to fight\nhim.

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Finally, she\nfelt something heavy and cold and wet, and which smelled like a hospital, cover\nher face. She felt herself picked up and\ncarried in the man’s strong arms. She\nwas lowered into something and then tied, elbows, knees and ankles, in an\nincredibly painful and completely debilitating backward arching position. Jamie had a sudden, terrible feeling in the\npit of her stomach, like an indestructible bubble that couldn’t be popped. Her hands were becoming numb and her heart\nraced harder than she’d ever imagined possible. \n

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Her brain\nflooded with pain messages, each one felt with horrible clarity. The sickly sweet smell made it difficult to\nbreathe, but it was her vision that went first. \nIt didn’t go dim or dark, it brightened instead. It got full of mad whirling silver shapes which\nflashed horizontally right to left. Like\na fairground ride running a thousand times too fast. Then she began to see a sequence of crazy\ndreams, urgent and breathless and vivid. \nFull of action and color. \nAfterwards, she realized that the start of the dreams marked the point\nwhere she had officially lost consciousness, lying in the trunk of her car.

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Still wearing\ngloves, the man screwed the garage lights back in and then went to her dropped\npurse. He bent over and felt a sudden\nchill go up his spine as he saw the snub-nosed pistol half out of the purse on\nthe floor. The bitch had a pistol. The fucking bitch had fucking been carrying a\nfucking PISTOL!!! All he’d wanted was a\nlittle fun, a little entertainment, and the fucking whore could have killed him\non the spot.

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Suddenly\nfurious, he lunged back to the trunk of the car on legs stiff with anger and\nproceeded to hit the arrogant, helpless bitch twice in the belly. At first, he’d planned on getting his nuts\noff a couple of times and then setting her free. But the stakes of the game had just gone up,\nway fucking up; and it was her that’d changed them…. big time!

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Still feeling\nangry, and truth be told, relieved and a little lucky at the same time too, he took\noff his raincoat and shook it out. Next\nhe removed his shoes before he went into her home carrying her small purse. He looked at the pool of rain water on the cement\nfloor for a second, then he ignored it. He’d take care of it later. Right now,\nhe wanted some personal things to dress her up for the videos he planned on\ntaking of bitch Jamie during her upcoming “trials.” The attacker left his gloves on as he searched\nher bedroom, discovering a surprising number of sexy dresses, lingerie and\nother items which definitely appealed to him. \n

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With what he\nsaw, he felt he could make some informed assumptions about her. She felt threatened enough by her celebrity\nthat she’d made a point of getting a Class A weapons permit…. not too dumb\nthere. She was neat, but not fastidious,\nand preferred couturiers to department stores. \nShe was medium on top and long in the legs despite her height. That she had her hair dyed at the\nhairdressers, but touched it up occasionally herself with L’Oreal. Her scent was Rain, and although her favorite\ncolors were shades of blue, she hadn’t been afraid to experiment. That she was proud of those long legs of hers\n– she had more dresses than pantsuits, more skirts and shorts than slacks, and\nalthough she wore plain white cotton thongs, she wasn’t averse to shelling out\nthe big bucks for high-end stockings and pantyhose, and she well understood the\nvalue of stiletto heels. Multiple\ngarter belts for her beloved stockings, but the sexy satin nightgown in her\ncloset looked like it hadn’t been worn in awhile. Jamie and her husband had definitely liked to\nplay erotic games at one time, but not anymore? \nThat was more than fine with him. \nHe didn’t like other men fucking with his women. Grabbing a spare pillow case, he gathered up\na few of the things he liked the most and took them with him.

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Clearly, they\npaid the bitch too much money. The young\nman in her home wasn’t a style fascist, but even he recognized some of the big\nnames represented in her closet. He\ngrabbed a ruffled, dusty-rose Antonio Berardi mini-dress, a short grey\nValentino Couture tunic, a short red Carolina Herrera frock, a black\nabove-the-knee Dolce and Gabbana cocktail dress, a short and strapless soft\npink Azzaro dress, and finished his acquisitions with a simple black Jill\nSander evening gown. And then there were\na couple of nice teddies, a corset and a cupless bustier. For heels, he grabbed a pair of red Brian\nAtwood pumps, black and red pairs of Christian Louboutin strappy stilettos and\npeep toes, and a pair of light grey Atwood pumps. Once he’d broken her, he’d make her dress up\nfor him. But now it was time to put his\nimagination back under control, head back to his loft and see how it was all\ngoing to come together with the pretty lady he’d just bagged and tagged.

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The man threw\nJamie’s purse and the bag of goodies he’d collected into the trunk along with his\nprize, unscrewed the trunk light and then drove Jamie’s car around to his. The lot was still dark and with the two cars\nparked back to back, it was easy to unobtrusively transfer the unresisting\nwoman and booty into his car trunk. He\nthen drove Jamie’s car back into her garage and returned the driver’s seat back\nto where she had originally set it. \nAfter using a rag to mop the floor to remove and footprints he might\nhave left, he popped the rag in one pocket, opened his umbrella, stepped over\nthe garage door electric eye and walked out as the garage door closed behind\nhim. He moved back towards the edging\nshrubs and stopped just before the sidewalk, where he changed back into his\nnormal shoes.

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It would\nappear to her husband and police that she had come home and then disappeared,\nperhaps of her own accord. He had left\nno fingerprints and J no signs of break-in except for a couple of missing\ndresses and two minor, barely visible cuts on the alarm wires on one garage\nwindow. The only real evidence which\nmight indicate she had been taken was in trunk of her car, and this would only\nbecome apparent if they thought to do a detailed forensic analysis.

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Of course,\nthere was mud outside, but if they looked for footprints and found any, none\nwould fit him since he had cut off the soles of shoes about three sizes too\nsmall and glued them to the shoes that actually fit him. Her disappearance would be a puzzle, at least\nuntil he’d had time to finish with local television’s current goddess of the\nhour. (By the way, the forensic guys\nwere better than he had expected and immediately found his footprints. However, according to the size/depth chart\nused to extrapolate body measurements from footprints, he was five foot four\nand weighed three hundred pounds. He\ndidn’t flatter himself that he had fooled the detectives, but he thought it\nmight be fun for a lawyer to try explaining that to a jury).

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When the man\ngot back to his car in another fifteen minutes, Jamie was surfing between\nunconsciousness and short periods of semi-consciousness. He changed Jamie’s current black hood for one\nnot impregnated with chloroform and headed for his place with his new\ndate.

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Jamie had\nfinally regained full consciousness by the time her captor parked his car. She was filled with a sudden dread, for she’d\nhad enough police on her show to know that she’d been taken from a primary\ncrime scene to a secondary crime scene. \nSecondary crime scenes were where the criminals did all the really nasty\nstuff to their victims.

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He untied her\nankles from her wrists, then removed her ankle and knee bindings, but left her\nwrists cuffed behind her back and elbows still tied together. He helped her out of the car trunk, but she\nwas in agony from the reviving flow of blood to her arms and legs. She could barely stand by herself and even\nthough it made her skin crawl, she had to lean heavily against the man for\nassistance. She tried to make one short\nprotest, but nothing came out because of the gag. But he hit her once in the stomach anyway,\njust to be cruel. After that, she\nremained silent.

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There were no\neye holes. She could see light and\nblurred shapes through the loosely woven hood, but nothing else. Every time she inhaled, the air was a little\nfresher but the hood then flattened against her face. It was different from the first one and\nsmelled of industrial-strength laundry soap. \nIt was one of the few times in her life that she felt totally dependent\nupon a man, a man who had just kidnapped her. \n

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The kidnapper\nled her from the car. Commands came now\nin a gruff voice, turn left here, up three steps, turn right here. Now in another room, he finally removed the\ncotton bag that covered her head. Jamie\ntook one quick look around. The fully\nclothed monster had a loose black cotton hood over his head to hide his\nidentity, but his eyes were still visible. \nFrankly appraising, they looked at her with a casual, “I’d like to take\nyour clothes off with my switchblade” stare. \nThe man stepped back and looked at her again. It was a studied, staring, lascivious\nappraisal, from her shoes to her mussed hair, point by point, as if sizing up a\npiece of meat……or a whore. He finished\nby staring intently at her breasts.

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God, she was\nscared…. but she was suddenly angry too. \nShe knew she was still in the city, but the room was too quiet; it had\nprobably been sound-proofed. There were\nseveral mannequin heads in one corner, just as in her dressing room at work\nwhere they were used to air out and display wigs. But here, each sported a different type of\nleather or rubber hood. The walls were\nlined with a complete array of sex toys and other…. things…. she didn’t\nrecognize. She peered to the side and could\nsee into a small room in one corner and realized that there were two beds; one\nwas a queen-sized bed here with them in the main room and in the second there was\na futon that had been spread out in the small, corner room.

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Rubber Integrity, Blind Reality And The\nWheels of Justice or Whatcha’ Gonna Do Now, Little Girl

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He slapped her\nface with a strong right hand for her inappropriate boldness and then stepped in\nwith his other arm extended and suddenly she blacked out again from a stun gun\nshe had not even seen. She remembered a\nhazy time of nothingness. Suddenly, Jamie\nsurfaced a second time in total darkness, now surrounded by the strong smell of\nnew latex or rubber. Slowly, she\nrealized it wasn’t really darkness, but that her eyes had been\nblindfolded. It felt as if there was a\ncloth or bandage pressed against her eyelids and a strap or tape of some kind\nwrapped around her head to hold the bandages in place. Her jaw ached. She tried to move but\ncouldn’t. She was on her back, her hands\nand feet bound. There was even a small\npatch of tape over her mouth, but mercifully, a small hole had been cut in the\narea around her lips. She could breathe\nthrough her nose and partially through her mouth.

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She felt\nherself being dragged now with no pretense of gentleness; this was immediately\nfollowed by the sense of falling and then the shock of icy cold water on her\nface. God! She suddenly somehow knew she was in a body\nbag that had been thrown into water. \nJust as she forced her face up to the small slit that had been left\nunzipped, the bag rolled, submerging her face in cold, but not quite freezing\nwater.

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Jamie fought\nrising panic, even as the smell of wet rubber grew stronger and stronger. Cold water had trickled down the front of her\nbody from the small opening in the body bag, and she was simultaneously\nfreezing and sweating. She felt real\nterror. Air! How was she going to breathe? She arched her body and her face surfaced\nagain. She inhaled great lungfuls of air\nthrough her nose. Suddenly her face went\nunder water again just as she finished inhaling.

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When she came\nup this time, she coughed into her gag. \nBurning stomach acid came up into her mouth and then out one of her\nnostrils. Soon, the body bag was half\nfull of water and she floated low as the little air remaining trapped inside\nthe body bag puddled around her shoulders and kept her head upright.

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Still clothed,\nshe rolled helplessly in the bag, her face alternatively submerged and then\nfree. The level of freezing water slowly,\nyet continually rose higher inside the bag, eventually rising above the level\nof her breasts. She was freezing and didn’t\nknow how long she’d been in the bag, but it seemed like hours.

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A part of\nJamie she’d never been force to pay attention to before suddenly screamed for\nattention as the bag dipped under the surface of the water again and\nagain. Always before she’d been tough\nand in control, the master of her fate. \nBut now, as more water poured in around her face, each time the fresh,\nfreezing cold shocked her to paralysis and took away any ability to\nbreathe.

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Jamie was absolutely\nterrified now. She’d never felt this way\nbefore, this out of control of her environment, in a situation in which she\nfelt so helpless. The overwhelming panic\nnever seemed to go away and no matter how much her mind told her body to calm\ndown, her blood raced until she thought her heart would explode and still, her\nlungs screamed for more air, more air. \nShe was freezing, exhausted, ready to give up and drown, but the feeling\nof sheer terror still never left.

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The bag had\nfilled up with water to the level of her chin and panic took control of her\nmind. Her chin was in the air and she\nwas constantly, frantically sipping for air. \nJamie desperately kicked to stay upright, but with her feet inside the\nbag there was little she could do realistically. Finally, the water level rose up over her\nmouth and approached her nostrils. Jamie\njust knew she was going to die here. \nHelplessly bound in a body bag. \nShe tried to calm down, prepared herself for what was to come. Her eyes closed more and more often, the cold\nwas getting to her, killing her before the water did.

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Suddenly, after\nwhat felt like an eternity of drowning in the freezing water, the heavy,\nsopping-wet bag was pulled out and transfixed somehow above the surface of the\nwater. Her head wobbled on a neck\nsuddenly not strong enough to hold her head up. \nShe was held upright by her immensely strong captor and the bag unzipped,\nallowing the water captured inside to drain away. She was lowered onto a concrete floor. The tape was removed from around her eyes for\njust a moment and the bag pulled away from her shaking, goose-bump prickled body.

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Before he\nhooded her again, she realized that she was standing in a dark garage in a\npuddle of freezing water next to a small above-ground pool, shaking with a cold\nthat had chilled her to the bone. Small\namounts of steam rose from the water so it was definitely warmer than the air\naround it, but it was still far too cold to withstand for very long. Her skin and hair were wet, her legs shook\nviolently; her body ached and she felt too stiff to move. Even though her skin was icy cold to the\ntouch, she was somehow sweating too.

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But the man\nwasn’t finished with her yet as he dragged her back inside his lair. At least it was warmer inside, and even\nthough she felt permanently frozen, she knew she would finally get warm here,\neven though it might take a little time. \n

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Impatient, he\nnow pulled off the wet cotton hood and began to pull a full-head rubber hood\nover her wet and freezing head. With\nhorror, Jamie realized that Velcro patches covered the mouth and eyes of the\nhood. She was shaking from the cold, her\nwet hair smelled of chloroform and wet rubber, but she still struggled weakly against\nhim as he pulled it over her head. In\nthe end though, she was a small woman, exhausted and freezing, and he handled\nher easily.

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Before he\npulled the new hood all of the way down over her head, he leaned over and\nfiercely whispered in her ear that she needed to be quiet. Jamie couldn’t help herself; his threatening\ntone paralyzed her as he pulled the tape from over mouth. Her teeth chattered and clicked with the cold\nand exhaustion now, making her unable to say a word. Then he emphasized his command by rapping her\nhard on the back of her skull. On top of\ntorturing her, he seemed also perpetually angry about something, and she was\npaying the price for his anger.

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He finished\nhooding her, then forced her jaws open and gagged her again before he fastened\nthe eye covers, this time using a professional gag. A lost opportunity, you stupid bitch\nhe whispered into her other ear when he had finished. More uncontrollable chills ran down her spine\nas he whispered in the first ear: If you were the type of woman that knew\nhow to be a woman--were a woman who did exactly what she was told to do, things\nwould go more easily for you. But I’m\npretty sure that’s not your style; you’d rather be the man in the\nrelationship. So we’re going to start\nyour training now rather than wait until you’ve actually earned it.

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The eye holes\nin the rubber helmet were covered and she was blind. Her mouth was filled with hard, pear-shaped\nrubber and she couldn’t make a sound, let alone an intelligible word. Too, the helmet cut down on her hearing. She was freezing, but Jamie still felt like\nshe’d been put into some kind of sensory deprivation tank. The only thing that kept her warm was the\nthought of how long he would be sentenced to prison for doing this to her. And for that to happen, she had to try to\nremember as much as she could. His\nbuild, his voice, any sounds that might come from outside. Anything that would help the police find him\nafter she’d been released. She had to\nkeep thinking that no matter how bad it got, he would always release her in the\nend.

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Then all\nrational thought fled as she felt him begin to cut off her sodden clothing with\na knife, felt his fingers going to her freezing wet blouse, to the buttons on\nher chest. Her bowels turned to frozen\nwater and for the first time, she really feared for her life. Even though Jamie knew intellectually that she\nwould be warmer if her wet clothes were gone, she found herself saying over and\nover again, “Don’t. Please don’t.”

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But nothing\ncame out; her voice could not be heard and only now was real awareness of her\ndesperate situation seeping through to her, trickling cold acid through her\nveins. “Please. Don’t do this.”

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But he would\nnot stop.

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Suddenly, she\nwas filled with rage. She wanted to be\ntall, to overwhelm this man with the force of her rage, but she felt that first\nprimal urge rising counterpoint in her again, the desire to cower and shrink\nfrom his gaze. Nearly naked before this\nman, naked and blind, she had never\nfelt weaker and more helpless. After a\nmoment, she began a hopeless struggle. \nThen she received another massive blow to the stomach. Retching, trying not to vomit into the gag,\nJamie crouched over protectively, frozen in her pain and misery.

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Then he forced\nher upright once more as his hands began to touch her again, all over her\nbody. Examining the small of her back,\nher armpits. There was a pause. Still nothing. Her bra came off now, but unhooked slowly, an\nobscene parody of a lover’s touch which made her stomach churn. She shuddered in fear and disgust. Soaking wet bra removed, he tied her elbows\ntightly together again. She’d waited too\nlong to try anything; she was helpless!

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Next he slowly\ncut off her jeans. Then two male hands\nwere pulling her soaking panties down around her ankles, exposing her\nentirely. Reflexively, she tried to\ncover herself, but he quickly pulled her upright with brutally powerful hands\nthat squeezed her arms too hard for too long. \nHe liked to hurt her, he was too strong to deny and she now stood\nupright as he demanded, uncovered. He\nrubbed her skin, quickly, efficiently, bringing the blood flowing back to her\nextremities; the pain of returning blood was exquisite, horrible. She wanted to be strong, but still fought the\nurge to weep as she stood in nothing but her wet heels. She didn’t want to give him that victory, but\nher knees were shaking so hard at this point that she could barely stand by\nherself. To deny him her tears, that was\nher only resistance now. But it was so\nhard to hold them back.

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She knew this\nmight be the end, here, now; knew it so deeply and so well that when her jeans had\ngone down and her panties immediately followed and she had then felt his\nmanhood, large and hard rubbing against her thigh, everything swirled and she\nnearly fainted with the knowledge.

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But she\ndidn’t; she wasn’t that lucky.

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Warmer now,\nbut still naked except for her heels and the sensory-depriving helmet, Jamie\nfelt herself pushed to the floor, forced to kneel on what felt like a mat made\nof coarse hemp fibers. The rough and\nprickly material bit at her flesh as she knelt for what seemed hours on bared\nknees, but which in reality must have been only minutes. Her captor next tied a thin rope to her\ncuffs, ran it down between her butt crack and thighs, and then up the front of\nher body to the top of the helmet he’d forced on her. The man tied the rope to something on the top\nof the rubber hood and pulled it so tight that her head was bowed down almost\nbetween her knees. She was bound and\nthere was nothing she could do about it. \nShe panicked, she just couldn’t get enough air to breathe. But nothing she did helped and she thought\nfor the second time tonight that she might suffocate and pass out, might even\ndie here and now.

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The man slowly\ncircled the bound woman as he savored his victory. The hooded bitch knelt on the rough mat in\nwhat would become her cell. The\nkidnapped woman had an absolutely gorgeous body. High firm breasts that were larger than one might\nexpect from her build…possibly implants. \nNicely strong, shapely thighs and a pair of killer calves. Tight, cold skin that had a lot of goose\nbumps right now but which would eventually warm up, firm hips and buttocks\nwithout saddlebags or a trace of cellulite. \nFlat belly and tiny waist. Pubic\narea and legs waxed.

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Very nice,\nvery nice indeed.

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The male voice\nwas close beside her now, so close he seemed almost inside her head despite the\nblanketing helmet. “You. You! YOU had a fucking gun, you bitch! You,” he ended up whispering into her ear,\n“and every other woman like you are going to pay for that. You’re just pieces of meat to me, empty\nvessels waiting for men like me to pour ourselves into. Your empty souls need purpose, discipline. And when, in only a few more hours you are\nbroken, when you are finally ready for me, I am going to mount you like a\nfucking baboon……I swear I will. And you\nwill at that time have learned to respond, in\nevery way, to make me happy.”

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Mentally, she\nwas still devastated by her time in the body bag, but his tone, his words, the\nvisions they engendered brought on an even more overwhelming sense of frailty\nand her doom. Suddenly, Jamie felt a\nseries of light to medium, yet still sharp blows on her back and upper buttocks\nfollowed by the rope that bound her into a bow being untied and then tugged\nupwards.

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She heard the\ncommand, “Rise.” Jamie tried to struggle\nto her feet in her stilettos, but her captor slapped her on the side of the head\nand without saying a word pushed her back down to her knees. He pulled on the rope again and she tried to\nstruggle up to her feet, only to be slapped and pushed down again, but even\nharder this time.

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“Get up,\nwoman!” Another blow to her head as she struggled\nto stand. Every time she tried to obey\nhis now unspoken command to rise, he pushed her down again and hit her a little\nharder. He was crazy – why did he do\nthese things, what did he want?

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Kneeling was\nmore than just a physical thing, it confused her, forced her to be more\nflexible in her thinking. It showed her\nthe necessity of kneeling to accept his dominance. It was a teaching thing, meant to be her\nfirst taste of what slavery meant, unearned blows and absolute acceptance of\nher current owner’s wishes. Interestingly,\nthe captive quickly learned to accept her initial behavioral drill with minimal\ncries of protest. Finally, at the end, miserable\nand confused, she just sat on her haunches and cried.

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He knew she\nwas an emotional bully to those who worked with and for her. And like all bullies, she could dish out the punishment,\nbut found it hard to take herself. She\nwas already more submissive at this point than he had imagined she might be,\nbut this did not necessarily please him. \nThe more she seemed to accept her fate early on, the more she took on\nthe psychology of a victim. But\nperversely, the more she submitted in the very beginning, the more he wanted to\npunish her, to make her pay for not being stronger, for not fighting him\nmore.

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He pulled the\nwoman to her feet one last time. She\ncowered then, waiting for the next blow but he left her standing. The kidnapper then led a blind, wobbly, still\nfreezing Jamie out of her cell towards two floor-to-ceiling wooden timbers\nlocated in the center of the room. The\n8” x 8” rough-cut beams were five feet apart and a series of metal eye bolts\nand hooks ran from floor to ceiling on the two sides that faced each other;\ncuffs hung facing each other at ankle height and about seven feet off the\nfloor. The man was prepared for battle\nas he released her elbows and wrists, but the small woman’s arms were almost\nparalyzed at the shoulders from having her elbows so tightly bound\ntogether.

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Again, he\nbecame more frustrated with her meekness as he strapped her in so high with\nwrist restraints that only her toes touched the floor. It really was as if she were resigned to what\nthey both knew was going to take place.

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It was late,\nbut he didn’t feel tired at all. The\nadrenaline had kicked in and the anticipatory excitement had grabbed him. While this place had once been part of an old\nfactory, now the two of them were about to enter a world here that he had spent\na long time creating. It was a world\nthat was entirely his, a world he had built and had now peopled with the first\nof his temporary ladies. The man looked\non in silence at the woman he had kidnapped. \nHe felt like a god…. and the meat he’d brought in tonight looked pretty\ndamn good to him despite her current bedraggled appearance.

\n\n

The world\naround her was total blackness. Her\nwrists were tied above her head to either side. \nIt felt like he’d used barbed wire around her wrists and the quick onset\nof hideous cramps in her shoulders made her feel immediately entombed in\npain. Horribly, Jamie felt him spread\nher legs wide as he strapped her ankles a grotesque distance apart to each\nside. She was helpless now, helpless and\nvulnerable beyond belief, horribly exposed sexually.

\n\n

He used his\nhands, touching her chest in a soft cupping motion which felt incredibly warm\nagainst her cold and clammy skin, and soon she felt her nipples harden despite,\nor perhaps because of her fear. \nSuddenly, there was a burning, crushing pain in her right nipple,\nfollowed a minute later by the same pain in her left. Jamie shook her head back and forth, and she felt\nsweat break out all over her still-cold body, but somehow she kept silent. It was only after her nipples had been pulled\npainfully towards each other and then pulled steadily and agonizingly downward\ndid she really begin to scream into her gag. \n

\n\n

Now the terrible\nman who had kidnapped her began to run something both prickly and piercingly\nsharp all over her body. Feeling like\neach sharp pain belonged to a six inch long needle, it went everywhere, front\nand back, between her legs and breasts, everywhere. The tiny but incredibly intense points of\ncontinuously piercing pain, all drawn in lines of fire, made her nervous system\nfeel as if it were being overloaded. But\nher kidnapper clearly didn’t care about her welfare and began puncturing her\nskin faster and faster, harder and harder. \n

\n\n

“This,” he\nsaid viciously, his breath jerking with effort, “is what you get for trying to\nstop me from taking what I wanted with your fucking tiny-assed pistol.”

\n\n

Jamie was\ncrying out almost constantly now, but her moans and screams were still mostly\nstopped, muffled by the gag which completely filled her mouth. “Mmmphh, mmmpphh, mmppHHH!”

\n\n

Her slowly\nwarming body was shuddering all over and her beautiful chest was heaving for\nair as she tried to breathe through only her nose. He’d done this her on purpose, was\nsuffocating her for some awful purpose. \nJamie continued to struggle uselessly against the bonds that held her\nhands and ankles in place, but already her struggles had both warmed her, but\ndecreased quickly as her meager strength finally gave out.

\n\n

Jamie\nscreamed, but no one heard her….except for herself. Her screams were like paper cuts – sharp,\ndeep…….and bloodless. And they never\nstopped.

\n\n

God damn, she\nwas gorgeous! The man knew he was slowly\ntaking this beautiful young woman apart, one beautiful nerve ending after\nanother. But there was no hesitation in\nhis moves for he totally fucking loved\nwhat he was doing to the arrogant bitch! \nShe certainly deserved anything he did to her. He had so looked forward to this moment and\nthere was nothing she could do about it, no matter how hard she shrieked for\nhis mercy. There was no doubt in his\nmind that she’d asked for every minute of it by her actions alone in her\nprevious life as a television personality. \n

\n\n

After a\nmoment’s thought, he bent forward and attached a device to each of her hard, dark\npink nipples. Each one was made out of\nchromed metal and looked like a miniature church dome or the top of a church\nbell. The pieces were designed to fit\nneatly over the recipient’s nipple, with an attached clip inside on a spring which\nattached to the nipple and pulled the cupped metal device tightly against the\nwhore’s skin. But because the bell-shape\nwas more strongly curved than the tip of her breasts, the end stood out from\nher nipples. Thus, the device was always\npulling on the nipples, stretching the clamped flesh towards the end of the cup\nthat stood off from the breast.

\n\n

He smiled as\nhe watched her. The TV bitch wriggled desperately,\nhelplessly, against the pain which blossomed in her tits. But she could not prevent the clips from painfully\nbiting onto her nipples and then inexorably pulling on them, stretching them\nout towards the bell cover as they became the sole piece of flesh by which the\ncups were kept clamped tightly against her breasts. Impassive, he looked at the cunt as she made a\nseries of odd mewling sounds and wiggled her chest. Clearly, nothing helped.

\n\n

He lightly pulled\nonce on both cups at the same time and she tried to shriek in pain. After another couple minutes of struggles, the\ncaptive beauty let out a little moan and just sort of collapsed inward upon\nherself. Despite his current anger\ntowards her, he could feel himself harden thinking about the muffled sounds the\nhelpless woman had been making. Damn, he\nloved making a beautiful woman helpless. \n

\n\n

He gave the TV\nslut a five minute respite from his attentions. \nJust when he was sure she thought he’d finished torturing her, he began\nusing the sharpened Wartenburg Wheels all over again. But this time, he had the wheel in one hand\nwhile he used the other to play with the slut’s clit as he masturbated\nher. The sensations were contradictory;\nthe man did this four different times and when he had finally finished, her\nfirm little clit stood out like a female erection while her beautiful flesh was\ndotted with too many tiny pin pricks to count, many leaking their own miniscule\ndrops of blood or serous fluid. At the\nend, even a she moaned softly with a stiffened clit, her skin shone like the\ncanvas of an artist, wet and slick with the residue of sweat and the tiny\nrivulets of blood which had coalesced from the multitude of tiny piercings that\nnow laced her arms and legs and belly.

\n\n

He crooked his\nleft hand and put it under his right elbow. \nHis right hand cupped his chin as he tilted his head to view his captive\nslut. She might be getting bored, he thought to himself; time to change the stimuli.

\n\n

As the bound\nwoman shuddered with the blow, he swore she acted almost grateful at the flog’s\nexistence, sometimes arching slightly into the blows. Perhaps, he smiled to himself, she might be\none of those whores that really got into this sort of thing. Once, twice, and then came a barrage of light\nto medium blows, each adding to the pattern of light welts that already\ncrisscrossed the soft skin of her belly and groin and high on the insides her\nthighs. He listened to her muffled\nscreams.

\n\n

“Mmmpphh,\nmmpphHH, MMPPHHH!”

\n\n

Nothing\nspecial there so it’s on to her back, he decided. Not too hard now for the man didn’t want to\nleave deep welts. But he wouldn’t stop\neither until he had satiated his lust and his abrupt need to just fucking destroy this bitch as he dominated her\ntoo. Her body rolled and turned\ndesperately under the lash, but nothing saved her, certainly nothing\ntonight. Then he finished her off with\nthe last of flurry of unmerciful blows just to get the job done….nothing like a\nlittle TCB…….taking care of business,\nthat is.

\n\n

The cries which\nhad emanated from under the mask had built towards a softened crescendo inarticulately\nbegging for mercy, but there was none for the TV whore that night. The kidnapped woman hung motionless from her\nbonds now even as his continually increasing disgust for her submissive\nfemininity seemed to all but overwhelm him. \nAfter taking a short break, he resumed, beating her harder now than he\nhad originally planned and suddenly she began to squirm and struggle again, for\nsomehow she had found new reserves of strength to pull against the leather and\nsteel that held her arms and legs locked in place, bindings that had allowed\nthe agony to accumulate inside her.

\n\n

At the end,\nfilled with frustration and disgust, he spat on her naked, bloody body, his\nchest heaving with his previous effort. He\nsmiled to himself; she’d never disrespect\nanother man! He stood looking at\nher, sweating, panting for breath.

\n\n

Suddenly, he\nfelt a little better.

\n\n

There’s A Fine Line Between Pleasure And\nPain or But This Just Hurts Like A Mother-Fucker

\n\n

Jamie wanted\nnothing more than to escape from this unrelenting pain, but for once in her\nyoung life, she had met a man she could not control, could not intimidate or stop,\nhad taken control of everything. Tears\nwere streaming from her eyes under the rubber mask, for her beating had now\nturned into a primitive symphony of pain as his leather straps caressed her\nsoft flesh over and over again.

\n\n

He had finally\nstopped and she took the moment to try and catch her breath. Suddenly, she sensed him standing near her\nand somehow knew he had returned. He\ngrabbed her head and pulled it down and forward, putting the back of her head\ninto his armpit and pushing her chin onto her chest. Her head was immobilized and she felt like\nshe would suffocate. With his other\nhand, he pulled the back of the rubber helmet up off of her neck and suddenly\nshe felt a terrible burning pain just below her hairline on the nape of her\nneck.

\n\n

Jamie bucked\nlike a manic horse, but to no avail for he was far too strong. The pain was shocking! There was a sudden smell burning hair and\nflesh, and Jamie it was hers, her flesh, her hair. She fought back the urge to vomit. Then she heard him whisper in her ear,\n“You’re wearing my brand now, baby. \nWomen like you are nothing more than cattle. And like any other piece of property, you\nneed to be branded to show ownership.” \nShe sobbed in horrified weakness, then wobbled and almost passed out\nagain when he let go of her head.

\n\n

Dimly, Jamie\nfelt herself being released and carried a short distance, only to be thrown on the\nfull sized bed. She could barely move\nand remained motionless as she was forcibly spread-eagled; her wrists and\nankles bound to corner bedposts so that she was totally helpless. The back of her neck throbbed, momentarily\nfocusing and centering her mind as the pain flooding throughout her body, then\nit was as if she just floated away from this horrific situation, leaving her\nbody behind. Despite this sensation of\npart of her mind having gone somewhere else, Jamie was exquisitely aware of the\nman finally releasing whatever he had clamped onto her nipples. She screamed in pain again as the blood began\nto return to her nipples and semi-fainted. \n

\n\n

But he was not\nfinished. After a moment’s respite, a\nterrible electric pain shot through her body, accompanied by the overpowering\nsmell of ozone. First on her legs…and\nthen between them….and her stomach….and her chest….and finally her vagina. She bucked against her bonds again and again,\nher body’s inarticulate cry for help, for release. His touch was feather light, yet compelling\nas death. Jamie thought her heart would\nstop as she thrashed violently against her bonds as he touched her sweaty,\nbloodied skin over and over again. Her\nbody shook and twitched with each of his terrible caresses, but her mind seemed\nto have temporarily departed her body.

\n\n

Finally, he\njust began to touch her without hurting her. \nOne hand went to her throat and he squeezed, while his other hand roamed\nover her body, stroking, pinching, pulling. \nHe pawed her like she’d never allowed any other man to touch her before,\nwith a crude insistent hunger; her breasts, her neck, her stomach, between her\nlegs. His mauling touch soon became so\nrapidly invasive that her exhausted mind’s understanding always lagged behind\nthe spasms of pain he caused.

\n\n

Suddenly\nfilled with frantic desperation, she pushed against her bonds and against him\nwith all her strength, with such hopeless exertion that she was immediately\ngasping for air, each breath a sobbing inhalation through just her\nnostrils. She had never before in her\nlife known she could struggle like this physically, but despite her efforts, she\nwas still as helpless as a newborn babe under his touch.

\n\n

Suddenly, he\nlay heavily upon her and the air grunted from her lungs with the impact. He wedged himself between her widespread thighs\nand then shifted again. The act filled\nher with a renewed desperation for now came the moment she had dreaded, but had\nalso immediately known as a woman that they would eventually arrive at together. He was overpoweringly strong and very heavy;\nhe was masculine and big and he entered her unprepared body with shocking ferocity,\nwith complete mastery and total finality. \nHe was so big and she so dry that Jamie felt as if he’d torn her flesh\nas he invaded her with uncaring ferocity. \n

\n\n

She couldn’t\nstruggle anymore; it was far too late for that. \nThe culmination of everything which had preceded it….it felt nothing\nlike what she had feared or imagined it would. Despite the unwanted pain between her legs and\nthe fullness of her vagina, all Jamie could think was that she felt crushed, that\nhis weight was too much and she could barely breathe. He was a big man and even though she’d felt\nno preparatory desire, she was a healthy young woman and the brutal pain of his\ndry entry lasted less than a few seconds before she became fully moist and soon\neasily accommodated his driving manhood. \n

\n\n

His energy and\nstamina were immense. And even as she\nfelt she might suffocate under him, he remained hot and big and filled her in a\nway she had never before known. In\naddition to being filled with a useless hot rage, Jamie was also disgusted,\ndisgusted at her vulnerability and feminine weakness, at being sexually dominated\nby this man, being forced to accept him as her sexual partner, inside her\nbody. She hated the helplessness of\nlying beneath him, of being bound in place for him while he did whatever he\nwanted to her body, and there truly was nothing she could do to stop him.

\n\n

Jamie lay\nmotionless beneath him, trying only to breathe as she fought back the only way\nshe could, pathetically denying him any pleasure he otherwise feel with her\nstillness. Her only moves were an\noccasional moan or cry of pain at a particularly vicious or violently deep\nthrust. Finally, the unhelpful rage and\nfeeble resistance fled, leaving nothing behind a frightened young woman. But the totally unfeeling monster remained\nand he took everything from Jamie, leaving her nothing but an empty shell in return. Her pride, her humanity, her purpose in life,\nthe rapist took delight in stealing it all away and replacing it with nothing\nbut shame at what he did, at what he’d made her become.

\n\n

The smooth,\nsophisticated veneer she’d consciously cultivated since college had been\npunctured forever. She would never trust\nanother man again; never look another man in the face without remembering what\nthis man had done to her….and the realization that any other man was just as\ncapable of doing it too. She was being\nsexually…..humiliated….to the very core of her being, and suddenly Jamie felt\neven more self-loathing at this latest weakness he had exposed. She hated her weaknesses. She might have been physically overpowered,\nbut always before she’d always been mentally strong. And he had stolen that too! He had stolen the two things from her which\nshe could never get back – her dignity and pride in her femininity.

\n\n

Although to her\nwarped sense of time it had felt like this rape had gone on forever. But Jamie realized that he was not a marathon\nman as he achieved his fist orgasm. If\nit were possible, she actually felt a further sense of revulsion and bone-deep\ndisgust at the first scalding-hot jet of his silky fluid as it washed the\ninsides of her vagina. Multiple\nlava-like injections later into her helplessly accepting body, he was\nsatisfied.

\n\n

When he had\nfinished, he rested for a moment and finally rolled off of her body, then\npatted her covered head in satisfaction and relaxed gratitude like one would a\nfavorite dog. And in the end, all Jamie\nhad left was an incredible sense of self-loathing and a vagina filled with his\nstinking, cooling semen.

\n\n

He left her\nlying on the bed, mute and bound and blind, beaten and naked, raped and\nexhausted, having experienced a torture which thankfully only a few women must\nundergo.

\n\n

He came back\nand untied her after an hour, or perhaps it had been an eternity, for Jamie had\nliterally lost track of all time as she marinated in everything he had left her.

\n\n

She felt so\nweak at this point that there was no fight left in Jamie as he released her\nbonds. The realization that his plans\nhad worked so well ignited a final touch of anger in her, a feeling which was\nquickly snuffed out by the reality of her helplessness. The humiliation he’d obviously planned for\nher continued as the man first forced Jamie to kneel on the floor, then crawl\nto her cell. He treated it like a game and\nher as if she were mentally deficient. It\nwas here that he insisted she remove the hood by herself, before\ncontinuing.

\n\n

Under his constantly\nderisive directions, a thoroughly exhausted and well-fucked, still-hooded Jamie\nhad crawled blindly to the futon in her room like a mindless slug, feeling like\nnothing more than a despicably weak and primitive creature totally controlled\nby a stronger, yet even more primitive organism. During this humiliating journey, she felt the\nsmooth wooden floor beneath her palms and bruised and aching knees, she felt his\nthickening, cooling bodily fluids as they drained from within her, staining the\ninsides of her thighs on their cold journey to the floor under her.

\n\n

And as the\nlast of her strength finally began to give out and Jamie approached actual physical\ncollapse, the floor first bruised her elbows as she fell from her hands and\nknees, and then finally it was coldly pressed against the skin of her still rubber-covered\ncheek. But some tiny kernel of\nresistance within her still would not allow him to win and she continued to\ncrawl like a weakened and abused snake, moving in fitful starts before she\nwould have to stop and regain some meager measure of strength.

\n\n

After endlessly\ncrawling in her stygian blackness, Jamie finally reached her cell. Under his constant goading direction and\ngloating jibes, she slowly, painfully removed the gag and the hood. Her fingers and hands were shaking from\nexhaustion, but she gritted her teeth and grimly preserved. Humiliatingly, this was followed by making\nher take off her heels.

\n\n

It was an\nepiphany of sorts for her. For the first\ntime in her life, Jamie realized that while it had always been her right to\ndress and act anyway she pleased, she now understood that she’d had always born\na responsibility too. He did what he did\nbecause he was a monster. But this\nmonster had come after her for a reason. \nWhat he had done had taken too much planning for it to be any other way. There were reasons he had taken these\nchances, had chosen her. And her actions\non the studio set, the way she dressed and talked, the way she had interacted\nwith male guests, these things were all her fault! Unused to self-reflection, Jamie circled\nthese new ideas like water circling an open drain.

\n\n

With the\nstifling hood off, Jamie was now ordered to address the devices which still\ncontrolled her aching nipples. Like her\nbody, Jamie’s hands felt incredibly weak and her shaking fingers couldn’t\nremove the clamps. So he leaned in close\nand took them off himself. He stepped\nback with a smile and it was then that she could see for the first time what he\nhad done to her body. While her nipples\nfelt bruised and stretched beyond belief, her face and breasts had been left\nuntouched by the whip, but her ass, lower back, upper thighs and belly were a\nmass of crisscrossing light red welts. Her\narms and legs twitched uncontrollably now the whole time, and a slow, whine\nbegan building in her throat until her breath hitched and Jamie began crying in\nlong deep sobs as she stared without comprehension at the most damaged parts of\nher terrorized body.

\n\n

She’d made\nonly a few belly deep sounds when he slapped her face and said, “No speaking\nhere. No crying. Not a fucking sound! I’ll tell you when you can speak and I’ll\ntell you how you address me. Nothing\nuntil then!!”

\n\n

The pain cut\nthrough the curtain of incomprehension as she dully nodded her understanding of\nhis command. Somehow Jamie stopped\nmaking the animal sounds even as the tears silently continued to fall. She wanted nothing more than to just cry out in\nher frustration, but she could not stop herself from staring at her body, looking\nwith sheer horror at what he’d done to her. \n

\n\n

There were lines\nof hundreds, if not thousands of tiny, tiny pinpricks all over her body. And there were red marks on her belly and\nbetween her legs where he had used something electrical to shock her. She tentatively felt the back of her neck\nnear her hairline, and after a moment realized that the brand, while still terribly\npainful, was smaller than she had first thought. Jamie’s face felt hot and sweaty, and suddenly,\nstupidly, she thought about her remaining makeup, about how badly smeared it\nmust be smeared and that her hair was a mess too. But at the same time, she realized that these\nthings were actually unimportant for, for the first time in her memory, Jamie\nHernandez no longer cared about her looks. \n

\n\n

She around\nstupidly, afraid he had not finished with her, and Jamie found herself praying\nshe might faint now. But to her continuing\ndistress, she still didn’t lose consciousness. \nThe waves of helplessness, the shame and pain and even guilt that she\nhad briefly experienced earlier now washed over her once more. This time though, the all-engulfing nature of\nher feelings threatened her sanity.

\n\n

She was so\nstupid, so arrogantly certain of world. \nShe should have somehow known he’d been in her garage. She should have been able to stop him. If only she’d known; had been just even a\nlittle more aware. It was all her fault,\nand Jamie knew that no matter what happened, that fact would be with her\nforever. She deserved everything he did\nto her. And with that last thought, that\nlast self-judgement, Jamie felt that her world had come to an end.

\n\n

But even the\nlowest and meanest among us has a drive to survive. And so it was with Jamie. She looked around once, it was a small\nroom. The door had an electronic key pad\non both sides. It was adequately warm\ninside the room and well lit. It\ncontained a stall shower, a toilet, a sink and a futon on the floor with a\nlight quilt. The whole room measured\nabout four or five meters square. There\nwas an obvious security camera mounted in one corner that her captor had not\neven discretely hidden.

\n\n

She tried to\nstudy the man unobtrusively, using only quick glances from the corner of her\neyes. He was hyper-masculine; a young, big,\nheavily muscled white man wearing only his hood and a pair of skin tight black\nleotards that he had just pulled back on after raping her. He was flaccid at this point, at least for\nnow, for he had just satisfied himself with her body. But he was still large and showed fully\nmasculine contours under the tight clothing. \n

\n\n

He was taller\nthan average and had a thickly muscled torso. \nAn expansive rib cage below wide-spread shoulders and a solid abdominal\nwall which rose like the wall of a fortress; it all was matched in proportion\nby the rest of his body. The sweat on\nhis flat belly was dry and his flat, heavily muscled stomach was streaked red\nwith her blood. She tried to swallow,\nbut her mouth was too dry. Next to him,\nshe looked like a child suffering from malnutrition. All of this physicality added a solid\npresence to his power over her.

\n\n

The back of\nher neck was knotted with such anxiety that she could not think rationally. She hated the psychological confines of the\nsetting, for he looked like an executioner from hundreds of years ago. And in every way that counted, Jamie somehow\nknew that she had become the victim and he thought himself her new\nmaster. Somehow it seemed they both felt\nthat she would in the end do anything he wanted, that she would give him\neverything she held of value just to survive. \n

\n\n

The man looked\ndown on the wreck of a woman he had just taken so thoroughly--and he felt\nnothing but contentment. The gleam of I\nshowed you, you nasty bitch satisfaction showed through the temporary\nfatigue on his sweaty face. There was nothing, he thought to\nhimself, nothing like using an\nunwilling woman in terrible ways to make a man feel, well….carefree and removed\nfrom all of society’s constraints at the end. He’d thought he would get used to it, but he\nhadn’t. Even more, there was a kind of\ncocksure attitude which overtook a man in this position even as he had removed\nthe last trace of arrogance from that beautiful woman’s face; it was a kind of you’re\nthe one that just got used and I’m not…I enjoyed it and you deserved every\nminute of it.

\n\n

He shook his\nhead as he began to clean her body. \nThere was just something about controlling an exceptionally good looking\nwoman that brought out the worst in him.

\n\n

Tears filled Jamie’s\neyes as she silently shrunk away from the masked monster as he carefully wet a\nwash cloth and washed her body with gentle, caressing hands. She remained frozen with fear, and he finally\nbecame a little upset at her behavior.

\n\n

“You’re nothing\nbut a cunt to me.” He looked at her with\nhis head cocked to one side.

\n\n

He looked\naround the room. “Everything in here’s\nfucking different for cunts.”

\n\n

His glanced\nback at her, his glance through the hood her wore becoming laser focused. “Don’t move unless I tell you that you can. You don’t obey me; even the simplest of my\nrules--that means you’ve just challenged my authority. Challenging my right to do this earns you\nmassive fucking punishment.”

\n\n

He smiled for\na second and nodded his head. “And after\nwhat I’ve already done to you, you know I can fuck you over all day long\nwithout raising a sweat.” Staring\ndirectly into her eyes, he gave a hip thrust towards her. Jamie’s eyes teared up.

\n\n

Jamie pulled\nher teary eyes from his groin as his featureless head swiveled in towards her,\n“So, here’s the situation, you TV whore. You can do it the simple way, by obeying me in\nwhatever I demand…..” he stopped, pulled back a little and shook his head as he\nstared into her brown eyes, “…or you can do it hard and stupid, and pay the\nprice every fucking time, all day long.” \n

\n\n

“Honestly,” the\nman said as if talking to himself; “why do I think that you are nothing but a\nfucking exceptionally successful, dumbass piece of ass who has never been capable of either one\nindependent thought or learning anything\nthe easy way?”

\n\n

The hooded man\nstopped talking and just looked at her silently. After a moment, he went to a small bag and\npulled out a tube of Bacitracin. He\nfinished treating the multitude of tiny puncture wounds on her skin with a thin\nveneer of the antibiotic cream and then handed her a couple of raw potatoes and\nan apple for dinner. He left her alone\nto “…ponder her fate…” for the rest of the night. As he left the room, he stopped at the door\nand ordered her to stare straight ahead, to remain motionless and not to touch\nher food until he left.

\n\n

He nodded at\nthe camera without saying a word and then walked through the door.

\n\n

She’d tried to\nnot look at him as he cleaned her up, but that was impossible. He moved purposefully, his body language contradictory;\nsoothing care alternating with anger and a fierce projection of his dominance\nover her. She tried not to pull away\nfrom him but his voice had stopped her for a second. There was no harshness in it, at least for\nnow, even as he treated the damage he had caused; there was no kindness either\nor remorse at how far it had gone. His\neyes behind the hood had almost no color; there was nothing to judge them\nby. It was if he had exhausted all the\nanger and violence he’d shown towards her earlier with the act of cumming\ninside her.

\n\n

But despite\nhis unbelievable demands regarding her behavior when he was around her, with\nthis last act of care, he had in effect demanded that Jamie’s mind return to\nthe surface to interact with him. In\nthis somehow, she was able to obey. But\nsoon this time of silence was over and he was gone. She fought, but eventually the dark waves\ncame back and her mind succumbed again to the almost drug-like need to shut\ndown.

\n\n

He was gone\nnow and she felt a little safer, at least for the moment. Still feeling frozen inside, Jamie wasn’t\nhungry and ignored the meager food he’d left. \nSlowly, awkwardly, painfully, she rose from the futon and drank with\ncupped hands from the faucet. Then she\nwiped herself clean between her legs with the used wash cloth he’d left\nbehind. Jamie touched her new brand one\nmore time as she lay down on the bed, then she curled up, covering her chest\nwith one arm and putting her other hand between her legs, before crying herself\nto sleep.

\n\n

Her body\nconvulsed and she hiccupped one last time. \nHer last waking thought was of the masked man and what he’d done to her,\nand what he might do tomorrow. Visions\nand memories of the last couple of hours hovered behind her eyes, a raw\nreminder of how bad a turn her life had just taken.

\n\n

Jamie did not\nsleep well, but she did not re-surface that night either.

\n\n

Day Two

\n\n

A Life Slightly Harsher than Death or Being\nBeautiful had Unexpected Downsides

\n\n

Jamie\nremembered lying on the futon last night, trembling, going from cold to hot and\nback again; staring at the walls in a complete state of shock. She was married, her husband traveled a lot,\nand they had come to some basic agreements about their relationship. But she had never dreamed she could be\nkidnapped in Boston, tortured and then held captive as a sex object. She began to sob softly again. Her kidnapper was a terrible maniac and she\nwas so afraid.

\n\n

Jamie didn’t\nknow how or when, but she must have fallen asleep again because she suddenly\nawakened, sensing a presence standing next to her. Startled, still exhausted, she looked up and\nsaw the executioner standing over her again with his arms crossed over his\nmassive chest. But this time, he wore\nonly a black half hood, a mask which left the lower part of his face uncovered\nalong with the black tights. His harshly\nsculpted face below the mask bore a shadow of a beard. He was as tall and strongly built as she\nremembered from last night, and his nipples stuck out from his hairless chest\nlike beads.

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She didn’t\nunderstand where she was until the memories of last night flooded back. Her lower lip quivered and her eyes teared as\nshe remembered being tortured and…raped….by him. The rape…..it just wasn’t right….it wasn’t\nfair….women like her weren’t raped like some common street walker.

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He continued\nto silently look down on her but she was too frightened at first to move. His terrible, icy-silent presence enveloped\nher; she felt its breath go right through her, coursing through her body like a\nthick and freezing, invisible mist. \nSuddenly shivering in fear, Jamie felt totally alone, so vulnerable that\nshe became dizzy. Before her, a\nbottomless pit was opening, her body, her veins were freezing and she could\nfeel herself being pulled in. She wanted\nto die. But she couldn’t help herself\nand instead began to cry uncontrollably as she tried to cower in the\ncorner.

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His voice\nfilled with disgust, he gave her one chance to void her bladder and bowels\n“…before they began.” Fearful of what it\nmeant, of what he might have planned, she painfully scrambled to her feet and\nmoved stiffly to the toilet. He gave her\nfive minutes, which was just enough time.

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When she came\nback, he threw her roughly on the mattress. \nShe dropped to her knees and then lay on one side. Suddenly, he was on the bed, his knees\nstraddling her body, pinning her. Too\nlate, she saw that there was a new outfit lying on the bed cushion next to her.

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In a quick\nmove, the masked man was on the pad, turning her over, putting his legs on\neither side of her body, trapping her arms with the bedcover wrapped over on\nher back. She fought a little until his\nleft hand was suddenly filled with her hair; he pulled back roughly on her head\nand his right hand slapped her hard on the cheek. Jamie felt all her strength suddenly leave as\nshe went boneless and still. He grabbed\nher lower jaw and then, without resistance, forced in a large black rubber ball\ngag he was holding ready in the other hand. \n

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She lay still,\nnot resisting. First off the stack of\nitems on the mattress was a blindfold which he slipped over her eyes, followed\nby a piece of tape that locked the gag in her mouth. By this time, she was resisting him a little. But he just grabbed a wrist, twisted it\nbehind her back and snapped on a handcuff, threw her onto her stomach and\nwithin seconds, Jamie was helpless with both hands cuffed behind her back.

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Still sitting\non Jamie’s back, he pulled what seemed like a latex cap over her hair and then\nappeared to wrap multiple rounds of athletic tape around her head. The pain of her brand was suddenly competing in\nthe darkness with the frightening smell of fresh rubber as a tight helmet with\nonly two small openings for the nose came next. \n

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He painfully\npushed tubes up each nostril so that she could breathe. Jamie felt him smooth out wrinkles on the\nhelmet and then lace it down the back. \nFinally, the gag was driven even deeper into her mouth as her kidnapper\ntightened the hood behind her head. She\ntried to not let the panic take over.

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He undid her\ncuffs and began to work what felt a tight rubber jacket top over her head. The man had too many unusual things prepared\nfor her; clearly, this had not been a spur of the moment kidnapping. Jamie suddenly realized that he must have\nlong been prepared for this moment because the rubber garment was specially\ndesigned for a woman her size, having been created with tight openings in the\nfront through which the man now painfully extruded her breasts.

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Next he worked\nthe jacket over her arms and then began pulling it down her naked torso. Blinded by the helmet, she still tried to fight\nhim again to the very end when, her hands were forced into mittens that were\nattached to the end of each of the jacket’s sleeves. The end came quickly however, as he brutally\nhammered her multiple times in the stomach and chest. Finally, he continued without a struggle\nbecause she had run out of oxygen.

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Now, he knelt\non her back, buckling her elbows together behind her back while he tightened\nlaces on the back of the jacket until the air she could get was cut in\nhalf. She couldn’t expand her chest, she\ncould barely breathe. It was far worse\nthan any imaginable corset and an unimaginable panic flooded her. Vaguely, she felt him buckling the ends of\nthe mitts together under her protruding breasts and lacing the helmet to the\nneck of the jacket.

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As Jamie\nultimately got her panic under control, she realized she was absolutely\nhelpless in his hands now.

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Jamie felt him\nlift her to her knees, leaving her forehead resting on the futon. She gave a pitiable groan as he brutally\nmassaged her breasts where they hung down freely after having been painfully\nsqueezed through the holes in the jacket. \nAs if in some kind of a dream in which the boundaries which separated\nreality from this nightmare had dissolved, she felt him tying something around\nher neck and then fumble between her thighs as he ran it between her legs. Still on her knees, he then put his knee between\nher legs, rested his thigh against her buttocks and pulled on the rope, forcing\nher head down, making her back arch until it almost touched her knees. With her hips pinned in the back by his\nthigh, and her head pulled down the way it was, Jamie was forced to push her\nbutt in the air. The man threaded the\nrope through a ring in the rubber suit at the back of waist, and she was\ntotally at his mercy again.

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Speaking as he\nworked, the man described each step to her in loving detail. He snickered cruelly, “First, we’ve got to\nget you cleaned up inside a little….coming at you with a little nozzle\nnow. Sluts like you gotta be used to\ngetting themselves hosed down.”

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Without Jamie\nreally understanding what his warning entailed, the man suddenly rammed what\nfelt like a fire hydrant about four or five inches up into her rear-end. The dazed feeling which had filled her head\nlike cotton immediately disappeared and without meaning to, she squealed and\ntried to buck a little while she raised her head, but the ropes were too tight\nand her body barely moved. The only\nevidence of her desperate struggles was the creak of rubber giving a little\nbefore it stopped her in her tracks.

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It was hard to\nhear him but she was certain that he was moving around. After another moment, he stood behind her\nonce more as he said, “And now we got the wash cycle.” And with a huff, he did something that made\nJamie feel as if she’d been hooked to God’s fire hydrant and the water turned\non.

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She felt an\nimmediate “filling” sensation in her intestines as he forced lukewarm water\nthrough her rectum and up into her colon….he was forcing her to take an\nenema! God! It was awful. \nThe direct sensation of terrible fullness increased dramatically, giving\nher an irresistible to urge to defecate even as her stomach and lower abdomen\ninstantaneously began to cramp over the huge amount of fluids the man was\nforcing inside her body. Her body did an\ninvoluntary full body shudder and she felt goose bumps suddenly prickling her\nskin.

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When the man\nwas finished, when the feeling no long increased, he banged her forehead\nagainst the floor once to get her attention and said, “If you have any hope of\nsurviving the rest of your little vacation with me, keep every drop inside you\nuntil I’m ready for you to release.”

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The tone of\nhis voice let her know that he meant what he said and she immediately locked\nher sphincter up like it was protecting Fort Knox…..but it was so terribly hard to do and it was\nimmensely uncomfortable.

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The longer the\nfluid remained inside her, the harder it was to keep fighting the urge to just\nlet go, to just let it out. There was a\nfeeling of heaviness weighing down her stomach and she felt nauseous which\nwould not go away. The longer this went\non, the more Jamie found herself retreating back into a world which existed\nonly in her mind. The masked man left\nher alone in her misery for what seemed hours, but eventually he stood behind\nher once more and said, “I’m going to move you so that you can empty\nyourself. Don’t let a drop out until\nI’ve given you permission.”

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With that, he\neffortlessly picked her up and carried her over to what must have been her\ntoilet. He flipped her over and mounted\nher on the toilet seat, carelessly aiming her ass-cheeks towards the water-filled,\nceramic bowl. A gently pat on the head\nwas accompanied by his permission to relax. \n

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When Jamie let\ngo, there was a rush of fluid from her bowels that was accompanied by the most\nglorious feeling of total relief she’d ever experienced. She grunted at the end as she strained a\ncouple of times to get it all out. When\nshe was finished, he picked her up once more, held her upside down as if she\nweighed no more than a stuffed teddy bear, while he humiliatingly wiped her\nbottom clean and then deposited her back on her mattress. Jamie found herself lying her on her knees\nwith her forehead touching the futon once more. \n

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As terrifying\nas this all was, the worst part was that it was also horribly embarrassing to Jamie too. But she had no doubt that that was exactly\nhow he wanted her to feel. It was hard\nfor her mind to work very well, but that didn’t matter. Regardless of any intellectual understanding\nof what he was doing to her, it was still working.

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He looked at\nhis captive whore and had no doubt that she’d fight him on this. The lubricated, battery-powered butt plug was\nlarge and coarsely threaded, about seven inches long and perhaps an inch and a\nhalf in diameter at the tip, the shaft then narrowing to a thin ring towards\nthe base that was about an inch in diameter before it flanged out again at the\nvery end.

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The man\ngrunted softly with effort as if working at a hobby and the black rubber object\ndisappeared slowly from sight as he twisted it into her rectum. He proceeded slowly, carefully, to avoid\nperforating her colon. But, even bound\nas she was, the TV slut gave a muffled cry into her gag and struggled against\nwhat she probably felt was a shocking and excruciatingly painful perversion,\nmaking him work to keep her positioned to fully receive his gift.

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Finally, the\nflange at the end of the shaft was squeezed tight between her asscheeks. He untied the rope which bound her into such\na tight arch and pushed her shuddering body flat on her stomach. He was thoroughly annoyed by a similar\nfighting reaction from her when he inserted the even bigger dildo into the TV\nwhore’s pussy. Maybe eight inches long\nand two inches in diameter, he was nothing if not insistent. In the end, there was nothing the bound woman\ncould do to stop him and soon he bitch lay flat on her stomach, not moving as\nshe enjoyed both of his toys to their maximum depth.

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Although\nsmall, the woman was desperate and strong. \nHe had to admit that her struggles had given him an immense feeling of\nsatisfaction and power, along with a sense of great anticipation! But with her looks, it was all worth it. Even though he was covered with sweat at the\nend as he sat back on his knees, he smiled to himself with anticipation. Like he’d always heard; big woman, big\npussy, small woman, all pussy.

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Releasing his\nhold on the TV slut’s ankles, he pulled a pair of latex panties up around her\nwaist and then finished with skin-tight rubber pants that laced at her\ncrotch. He’d locked everything in. Even though the dildos must have made it\nuncomfortable to move her legs at all, she still occasionally kicked at him\nblindly and weakly. But he easily\navoided her feeble attempts at self-defense. \nHe didn’t feel the need to punish her for the amusing attempts she\nmade. In fact, they had only turned him\non, for he loved the way that rubber constricted and shaped a woman’s body, yet\nnever hid any of her charms.

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When he’d\nlaced her pants shut at the back over the crack of her ass, he ran the jacket’s\ncrotch strap between her legs. She gave\nout muffled squeals of outrage as he pulled hard on the crotch strap several\ntimes to ensure it was nice and extra tight, before fastening it at the small\nof her back. He enjoyed the way her body\ninvoluntarily arched when he did that, for with this act he knew that he’d\ndriven his toys even more deeply and securely into the sultry, slutty TV\nbitch. And the tight crotch strap only\nensured they stayed buried that way. Her\nbelly-deep groan of final acceptance at the end had been like music to his\nears.

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At this point,\nthe captive woman lay on the futon like a mannequin; bound and gagged, fully\npenetrated and fully stoppered in all three orifices…..there was no fight left\nin her. Next he pulled an inexpensive\npair of fake leather high-heeled boots over her feet that laced to the knees;\nluckily the boots fit almost like stockings. \n

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When he was\nfinished, she looked good, real good. \nUnless the whore moved, she looked like nothing so much as a perfectly\nproportioned mannequin dressed in skin-tight rubber which left nothing\nhidden. Her featureless head and face,\nthe perfect white breasts with their tracery of purple veins just below the\nsurface which had been fully extruded in front, the tiny waist and high, tight\nass, the long, wonderfully shaped legs. \nShe was definitely a keeper.

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Feelings of\ndiscomfort dominated her mind. The\nterrible things had only been in her for seconds and already Jamie ached as she\nfelt him tie her ankles and knees together. \nStill in total darkness, he dragged her by the ankles for what seemed\nlike a hundred meters. She lay\nmotionless on the floor for a moment at the end, just concentrating on her\nbreathing. It was so hard to draw in\nenough air for her lungs. And her\noutraged body throbbed everywhere, but all she could do was try to ignore the\nnever-ending waves of distress and pain. \nBut it all hurt so much! Just too\nmuch to ignore. He’d pushed horrific\nthings inside her, both front and back. \nTerribly large things. They both\nhurt, but the one in her butt hurt the most. \nIt felt huge and the gristly muscles of her anal ring still screamed in\nprotest at being brutally pried so far apart. \n

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Suddenly,\nthere was pressure on her ankles as she felt herself quickly dragged sideways\nacross the floor and then up. She was\nhanging upside down a couple of feet off of the floor! She experimentally arched her body a couple\nof times before he grabbed both sides of her head and held her still. Then he hooked things to each side of the\nhelmet, ropes or lines that made it almost impossible to turn her head to\neither side. Finally, some kind of\nweight was hung off the top of her helmeted head.

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She couldn’t\nlift her head or turn it to either side. \nHer neck muscles were almost immediately too tired to fight the\ninexorable pull of gravity plus the weight and she faced to the front as he\nobviously wanted her to do. Jamie felt\nhim stroking and rubbing and rolling her exposed nipples until they were so\nhard they ached. The tight constriction\naround the base of each of her breasts hadn’t caused too much pain yet, but\nthey ensured that her nipples remained painfully hard for far longer than they\notherwise might normally have.

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The unknown man stopped for a moment and then simultaneously turned on\nboth dildos. Jamie squealed in shock as\nher body bucked in sudden surprise when the devices inside both openings of her\nbody began to vibrate at the same time. \n“MmmphHHH!”

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What he had done to her was dehumanizing and extremely humiliating to\nJamie….she knew that all of this was meant to prepare her, to soften her\npsychologically, but more importantly, to shame her. She had worked with some women who were\nvictims of assault and had interviewed others who may have actually enjoyed\ndoing these things voluntarily. As bad\nas all of this was, the hard-edged businesswoman inside her knew there were\nstill other things to be considered too. \nGiven her situation--her societal position in Boston and her\nprofessional goals—what had been done to her, what was being done to her, was a\ntotally devastating breach of her humanity and her rights as a woman. Almost as humiliating, once the lascivious\ndetails of her having been raped had leaked out—it was inevitable that they\nwould--the bad publicity all of this would cause would be embarrassing in the\nextreme once the internet sleaze sites began to carry it.

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Not at all a prude, Jamie still felt a quick, hot shame at once more\nbeing so easily and completely victimized by her rapist kidnapper. As her embarrassment continued to peak, it\nignited another short struggle against the man’s plans. But this time, he abruptly blocked off her\nnostrils in punishment. Jamie quickly\nunderstood his message and stopped struggling, hanging as quietly as he wanted\nher to do, her lungs heaving to pull in the little air allowed through the two\nnarrow nasal straws he held closed.

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He relented after a few more seconds and remaining motionless upside\ndown, she desperately tried to catch her breath again, but still couldn’t get\nenough air. But it didn’t matter now;\nthe silent man began whipping Jamie for her independence and impertinence, as\nwell as her disobedience. The whip he\nused popped hard each time, like someone had been given a good open-handed slap\nor a piece of wet laundry had been shaken in just the right way. While the suit remained undamaged, the impact\nof the blows from the whip cut through what she wore, giving her skin no\nprotection. Jamie could literally feel\nher suddenly stinging skin welt up under the sweaty rubber immediately\nfollowing each blow.

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Thankfully, the man soon temporarily abandoned her in this awful\nposition. She hung upside down, her arms\nstill bound to her body, struggling to breathe, alone and in pain for what\nseemed hours, sobbing her misery to the world. \nJamie wanted to be strong; but now she was embarrassed at how weak she’d\nfound herself to be. She had always\nbefore despised weakness in others, especially other women, but still she could\ndo nothing about not crying over her own misery.

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Suddenly, her kidnapper was back and he silently removed the hood, gag,\nhollow nostril inserts and blindfold, leaving her stringy, sweaty hair hanging\ndown, almost touching the floor. Taking\none glance up towards the ceiling, she realized that her ankles had been tied\nto a pulley mounted between the two vertical wooden floor supports.

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Face-Fucked And Sucked Dry In Boston or Her Aim Now Was Just To Survive

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He wore the hood and tights again, nothing more. But this time, he was not flaccid. Her face was sweaty, stinking of sweat and\nwet rubber from having worn the hood. \nHer head ached from hanging upside down while her neck muscles felt like\novercooked noodles; she was too tired to do anything except allow her head to\nhang down towards the floor. The man\nheld a two-inch ring gag in his hand and told her to open her mouth.

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Aware of what he probably planned to do, the pitiful remnant of Jamie’s\npride asserted itself and she foolishly refused his demand, weakly clamping\nshut her jaws. Without another word, the\nman dropped to one knee, quickly clamped his hand over her mouth and pinched\nboth her nostrils shut. She tossed her\nhead to no avail as he said, “You really are a slow-learning bitch. A fucking piece of meat. You need to figure out real quick that you’re\nhere to give me exactly what I want, to do your best to please me in every way. Instead, like a stupid cunt you try to fight\nme even though you know you can’t possibly win. \n

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This,” he said, “is where a woman like you needs to learn a little\nobedience.”

\n\n

Again, Jamie tried to shake her face free of his hand and fingers, but\nher neck was too weak. As much as she\nfought him, Jamie still couldn’t breathe, there was no air.

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The man took\nhis hand away after thirty seconds and asked if she wanted to reconsider. Again, tattered remnants of pride made Jamie\nclamp her lips tightly together again and shake her head no just a little. This time when the man covered her mouth and\npinched her nose shut, he waited over two minutes without saying a word before\nallowing her to breathe again. He was so\ncasual about it that it almost seemed as if he were on a walk in the park\ndespite her useless struggles.

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Still hanging\nupside down, as tears rolled over her forehead and into her sweaty hair line,\nJamie finally nodded her agreement to whatever he might demand. But now he continued his torture just to\ntrain her, to teach her a lesson; it seemed to take forever for him to finally\nto remove his hand. And at the end, her\neyes had rolled up into her head and Jamie just knew she was going to die\nhanging upside down in what looked like a rubber bat-girl suit.

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But eventually\nhe relented. She whooped and gasped for\nair when he finally took his hand away. \nAfter taking a short moment to catch her breath, she reluctantly opened\nher mouth as he had first demanded. He\nroughly pushed the ring gag in and fitted it tightly behind her front teeth\nbefore fastening it behind her neck.

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Once she’d\nbeen gagged, he slowly, gently stroked her heaving breasts for a moment as she\ncontinued gasping for her breath. But\nthen he suddenly pulled hard on one of her nipples. “Saaahhhp,” she inarticulately cried out\nbecause of the new ring gag. Jamie’s\nbody arched in an unbidden response to the pain in her chest and then she was\nmoved in another direction as he roughly pulled on her other nipple.

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“Gaaaa, nah,\nnaaahhh, aahhhppp!” She cried out, but he ignored her begging. She slurped once then, trying to swallow some\nof the saliva that had built up in her mouth, but the effort was wasted.

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He’d pulled\nher high enough using a rope and pulley that her breasts were almost at his face\nlevel. With little warning, the\nkidnapper crouched a little, grabbed one of her breasts and used it to pull her\nbody towards his waiting mouth like a boxer might pull a heavy bag in closer\njust to allow him to punch it harder. In\na coordinated assault on the TV hostess, he used his other hand to hold her\nface in place as he first hunched down before he then lunged forward with his\nhips.

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The man\ntargeted the ring gag with his hips and with perfect aim threaded his way past\nher lips as he filled Jamie’s mouth to the brim, finally banging hard against\nthe back of her throat with his erection. \nIt was reflexive; Jamie began to uncontrollably gag at the thick piece\nof foreign meat shoved past her tonsils and down her throat. The man finally pulled back slightly and then\nbegan to face-fuck her in a moment of frenzy. \n

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Treating her\naching breasts like handles, the masked man pulled Jamie to him and then pushed\nher away with each thrust of his hips as he continued taking her orally. After a couple of minutes she had finally\ngained control of her gag reflex. But\nher kidnapper used this small victory to explore deeper and deeper into her\nthroat. And just like that, a panicked\nJamie knew she had graduated to the big leagues as he throat fucked her like a\nmaniac now.

\n\n

“Mmmpphh,\nmmpphhh, mmpphhh!” Awful sounds\nrebounded in her head as he fucked her in the mouth.

\n\n

Her mouth was\nfilled with his huge meat and Jamie felt dazed, almost a spectator, as if this\nweren’t really happening to her. It was\nhard to breath with his huge erection jammed down her throat and blocking her\nlungs; there was nothing she could do except time her breathing with his\nstrokes. He still made her gag several\ntimes a minute, and his thrusts were accompanied by a steady rain of tears from\nher eyes and drooling strings of saliva that ran out of her mouth towards her\nforehead.

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As enough\nsaliva had accumulated in her mouth once more, there was a terribly\nhumiliating, sodden ga-glack, Ga-Glack, GA-GLACK sound each time he filled her\nmouth and drove his erection down her throat. \nThe longer he mouth-fucked her, the more her mouth filled with spittle\nand the wetter the sounds became.

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It seemed to\ngo on forever, but finally the man went up on his toes and pushed down as hard\nas could into her mouth, driving the tip of his erection past her tonsils and\ndown her throat. He held that position\nfor just a second and then groaned in immense satisfaction as he began\ncumming. He stood there motionless for\nanother minute when finished, breathing heavily while his softening erection\nstill filled her mouth.

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After he had\nfinally pulled out, Jamie remained hanging upside down, semen mixed with saliva\nin her mouth, the thickened fluid hideously draining from her mouth as she\ncontinuously gagged on the remnants which still coated her throat and\nmouth. Her head spun with all the blood\nwhich had pooled there as she hung upside down. \n

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After he\ncaught his breath, the man picked up the case that rested by his feet and\nopened it in such a way that she could not see inside it. He pulled out an electrical cord and plugged\nthe case into the wall. Then he removed\na metal box and two clear tubes. It\nlooked like a milking machine…a basic piece of dairy farm equipment.

\n\n

Many mothers’\nwere familiar with small, home milking machines which gently massaged and\ndrained a nursing mother’s breasts. \nShe’d done a special report about S & M years ago when just\nstarting, and she recognized this thing. \nThis was nothing at all like that. \nRather, it looked like an industrial strength tool actually used on\nfarms. But this one came accompanied by\ntwo smaller cups…..human nipple cups.

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And he was\ngoing to connect it to her!!

\n\n

She was a\ncompletely anonymous sex object for this monster; a female body hanging\ninverted, bound and encased in black latex with nothing to identify it except\ntwo exposed breasts which had been pushed through the rubber top and which now\nhung towards the floor. Her forehead\nfelt like it would explode from the pressure, and she felt her body shaking\nwith helpless fear. Jamie hated feeling weak in front of anyone,\nlet alone feeling so helpless in front of this man. She wanted nothing more than to be strong and\nbeat him at his own game. But the\nhorrified anticipation which accompanied her fear wouldn’t allow that.

\n\n

This man was a\nmachine. And the thing about the man his\nterrible machines was that there was no appealing to any of them for\nmercy. His machine, it did what it was\ndesigned to do, no matter how you reacted or how much you begged it to\nstop. The switch was either on, and you\nbegged for mercy, or it was off and you waited in horror for it to be turned\non.

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Hanging from\nthe ceiling upside down, her breasts had mounded on her chest. Jamie trembled in her sweaty rubber suit as\nshe felt him apply the first suction cup to her left nipple. It had already been attached to the two-inch\ndiameter clear plastic tube, and a thick, flexible black rubber hose was\nconnected to the end of the plastic tube. \nHe turned the machine on and the gentle feeling of suction swallowed her\nnipple and two inched of flesh around it. \nShe struggled to raise her head enough to see her chest, but could only\ndo so for a moment. Jamie let her head\nhang down and closed her eyes at the sensations.

\n\n

The masked man\napplied the other suction cup to her right nipple and then stood back to view\nJamie’s reaction to that act. The\nmachine alternately sucked on the tip of one breast and then the other. She groaned and wiggled her upper body a\nlittle but nothing she did interfered with the machine’s suction of her\nbreasts.

\n\n

Then, out of\nthe blue, he leaned over and increased the suction! The gentle tugs she’d felt in the beginning\nbecame harder and far more insistent. It\nfelt like her nipples were being sucked down into the machine, and as time passed, more and more of her breast\nflesh was pulled into the clear plastic tubes on the back of each suction\ncups. What had seemed annoying at first\nsoon became irritating, and then painful as invisible forces continued to pull\non her most sensitive flesh, sucking her chest further and further into the\ntube.

\n\n

Jamie found\nherself hyper-ventilating almost in time with the machine milking her\nbreasts. Desperately, she tried to\ncontrol her breathing, but the deep breaths soon turned into short, quick gasps\nof pain as the machine never stopped. \nShe shook her head in agony, again and again. And the man just laughed at her\npredicament. “Now it begins. Its’ started and there’s nothing you can do\nabout it except endure…..but how long can\nyou endure this?”

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The\nunstoppable machine went on and on…it was terrible, it was unrelenting, it was\npitiless. He watched and snorted with\namusement as she screamed in shocked pain when he tugged on the left tube and\nthen seated it once more against her reddened and wrinkled breast again. Each time a nipple was machine-sucked and\nthen released; every terrifying suction-tug sent a wave of throbbing pain through\nher chest, immediately followed by a blessed, if only momentary relief. Very quickly, the entire world revolved\naround only her pulsing nipples and the throbbing agony she felt there.

\n\n

After what\nmust have been at least ninety minutes of pure torture, the man finally turned\nthe machine off and brutally pulled the suction cups from her breasts. Jamie’s mind felt like she’d been hit with a\nfist, but she still desperately needed to see what he had done to her. Jamie cried at first when looked at her chest,\nthen had to turn her face away when she saw how not only her nipples, but fully\nhalf of the tip of each breast had now assumed the shape of church bell. It was an achingly familiar shape tipped by a\nraw, hard nipple which continued to throb and pulse with each beat of her\nheart. She couldn’t help herself and\nbegan weeping softly once more as he lowered her to the floor.

\n\n

He left the\nroom for a moment. Jamie lay on her side\nunable to move. She told herself it was\nto avoid putting any pressure on her aching breasts, lying motionless on the\nfloor, but she wasn’t telling the truth to herself. She just was too exhausted to roll any\nfurther. Tears of frustration and anxiety,\nmental exhaustion and fear constantly ran from her eyes even though Jamie fiercely\ntold herself she was not crying. \nEventually, lying on her shoulder became quite uncomfortable. Her head hung towards the floor, her face was\nturned to the side slightly to the side, and she just didn’t care anymore that\na thickened mixture of saliva and remnants of his semen was draining onto the\nfloor. It ran from the side of her mouth\nfacing the floor, her mouth still held forcefully open by the now painfully\ncruel, two-inch ring of steel which was hooked behind her teeth.

\n\n

Upon his\nreturn, treating her like a rolled up carpet, he pushed Jamie onto her back,\nuntied her ankles and knees and then undid the strap which ran between her\nlegs. Jamie couldn’t stop the deep,\ninadvertent groan which burst out at the unexpected feeling of release as much\nof the pressure disappeared between her legs. \n

\n\n

The masked man\nloosened the pant laces over her crotch and used a knife to remove the crotch\nof the latex panties – but Jamie didn’t care, she was still too exhausted to\nmove let alone struggle. She just lay\nthere with her legs spread as wide as he had left them, making occasional soft\nblubbery sounds through the ring gag, sounds which in another life would have\nboth horrified and embarrassed her. But\nboth dildos still buzzed unmercifully even as the rapist slowly removed first\nthe vaginal toy. But, like before, he\nleft her with the rear plug still mounted between her butt cheeks, just to\nmaintain her anal dilation.

\n\n

He grabbed\nboth her ankles and began dragging her. \nJamie summoned enough energy to look around quickly as she was hauled\ntowards a wood and metal monstrosity. \nShe had missed it before, her gaze going directly over it without it\nhaving registered. He left her lying at\nthe foot of it and she stirred without struggling and looked around again. The room was painted a gleaming, blinding\nwhite that looked so sterile it was almost disorienting. With a sudden sinking feeling, she looked at\neverything in the room a little more closely; everything was neatly arranged in\nan austere, almost regimented way which was literally anal-retentive in its\nuniform perfection.

\n\n

Closer, a\ntwo-inch diameter aluminum pole had been attached horizontally about five feet\noff the floor between the two vertical wooden beams that normally acted as\nfloor supports. The horizontal pipe had\na sliding T-mount set up in the middle which supported a long second pipe\nhanging down vertically from it. Thumb\nscrews held this mount in place on the horizontal pipe. The vertical pipe hanging down ended with a\nhook on the bottom, a hook which curved around and up like the handle on an\nold-fashioned umbrella. Finally, what\nlooked like a large rubber dildo had been placed on the end of the hook as it\nrose into the air. The dildo gleamed\ndully with a greasy, slippery-looking surface which immediately intimidated the\nhell out of Jamie—but it was not threatening enough to make her want to try to\nmove.

\n\n

After freeing\nher elbows from behind her back, he rolled her over on her stomach and tied\nfirst one ankle to the back of her thigh, then the other. Although more awkward than painful at the\nmoment, any cramps in the hamstring muscles on the backs of her thighs would be\nimmediately devastating.

\n\n

Even though\nonly her wrists were now bound in front of her body, her arms still refused to\nwork, her shoulders aching and throbbing with just the release of just her\nelbows. As much as the mysterious wood\nand metal thing hanging above scared her, Jamie just didn’t have enough\nstrength left to fight him in any way even though the aching throb of her\nbreasts had increased a thousand-fold when he’d forced her onto her\nstomach.

\n\n

Instead, she\njust laid there and allowed the monster to do whatever he wanted. She’d given up—at least for now. She just wanted this over. Finally, he released her hands from where\nthey had been bound under her breasts. \nHer arms hung uselessly by her side as he picked her up in one smooth\nmotion before she had even realized that she could fight him. After ensuring that the umbrella hook rose up\nbetween her legs from the back in the way he wanted, with his left hand low\nbetween her legs, he then guided the hook as he settled her, pussy first, onto\nthe dildo-covered end and then just let go. \n

\n\n

It Seemed Her Beauty\nProvoked Him or His New Toy Was A Real Game-Changer

\n\n

Jamie’s weight\neasily drove her eight inches down onto the two-inch thick dildo, her body\nsliding down slickly until the blunt upright tip drove with all of her weight behind\nit against the curve of the hook, almost touching her cervix. She screamed, gut deep. He was watching her intently, and Jamie\nrealized as she was overcome by a piercing agony in her belly that the look on\nher face, that look of total shock mixed with horror and pain, that that was what he had been waiting for,\nwas what had so greatly pleased him.

\n\n

The pain\nexploded in her belly and then exploded from there to the rest of her\nbody. It felt like her abdominal wall\nhad been pierced by a spear, and even as Jamie realized that he might have\nruptured her there, she inhaled mightily through the ring gag and then shrieked\nher high-pitched agony again and again for as long as she could breathe.

\n\n

“Aaaaaggghhhhhhh…aaaggghhhhhh,\naaarrrgghhh, aaaaaagggghhh!”

\n\n

Her arms and\nshoulders didn’t work at all because of the way he’d kept her bound for so\nlong, but she was motivated now beyond any previous limits of her pain and that\nnear-paralysis didn’t stop her from continually scrambling for anything which\nmight save her.

\n\n

Screaming\nweirdly through the two-inch ring gag the whole time, she frantically tried to\ngrab onto the man-monster’s shoulder, then slapped uselessly at him with her\nfree hand as he straightened out her rubber-encased right arm and tied her wrist\nto the horizontal pole. Then he\nstretched out her left arm and did the same. \nHelpless now, arms outstretched and bound as if on a cross, she\ndesperately shifted her efforts to pulling herself up off of the deeply buried\nhook which now filled her belly by using only her pathetic upper body\nstrength.

\n\n

Her kidnapper\nignored Jamie’s frantic efforts as he next bound both of her arms to the\nhorizontal pole at the elbow and again at the shoulder. Finally, the kidnapper untied her legs from\nher thighs, tied a thin rope to each ankle and pulled her feet up behind her\nuntil they were almost level with her rubber-clad ass and tied off the ends of\nboth rope on the horizontal bar.

\n\n

Totally under\nhis control now, Jamie felt her body forced into an arching, painful bow with\nthe only three points of support being the dildo driven deeply into her pussy\nand her arms and shoulders strapped to the horizontal bar. The rapist stood back for a second and\nwatched in silence as she clamped her knees together and then tried her best to\nclimb off the end of the horrific hook using only the insides of her\nthighs. She threw her head back and\nforth and continually cried out in agony through the ring gag, but he obviously\ndidn’t care He walked in silence around\nto her back and then slowly lowered the vertical pipe another three inches and\nbefore locking it in place once more.

\n\n

This last gave\nJamie enough space to slightly better\nuse her arms and shoulders enough to lift her hips up by main force. But he still not given her nearly enough\nspace to actually pull herself completely off the hook. The sense of unfairness of what he had done\nto her was overwhelming. Yet, also\nriding the wave of pain which had overwhelmed all rational thought was another\nidea which, while not at the front of her awareness, was for some reason\nbecoming increasingly important.

\n\n

She had waited\ntoo late, she could feel this monster tearing away at everything for which she\nhad ever hoped. It seemed clear he was\nconsciously destroying her vagina, that doing away with her womb. Jamie had always carelessly assumed she would\nhave plenty of time for children later, but now…. The massive pain, the crushing abdominal\ncramps associated with the hook being driven so deeply inside her…. Jamie cried again, but for what she had\nlost.

\n\n

Later had come\nand gone. Her desires for family had\nbeen left behind and part of her cried with that horrific understanding.

\n\n

The monster\nstood in front of her, his face impassive as he watched Jamie destroy herself\nas she resumed her frantic efforts. \nUseless hatred for the terrible man flared, for what he’d done only gave\nher the possibility of saving herself for just a few more moments before\nshe became too tired and then re-impaled her now exhausted body, over and over\nagain.

\n\n

Soon, her legs\nhad become too tired to be of use anymore. \nAll she could do was bring her knees together and then spread them a few\ninches apart again; a metronomic-like movement that she did over and over\nagain, just to help control the pain. \nHer thighs were soon trembling from exhaustion and she was in agony with\nmassive pains shooting out from her lower abdomen, radiating throughout the\nrest of her body.

\n\n

She was\nburning up in addition to having been impaled. \nShe was sweating to death, but the rubber garments wouldn’t allow the\nheat to escape. She felt like she was\ncooking in her own sweat, but at least he’d removed the cap he’d first put on\nher; this allowed some heat to escape from around her sweat-drenched neck and\nhead.

\n\n

Ten minutes\nafter being impaled, her chin hung on her chest and her eyes were closed. Jamie was mostly quiet now, sometimes softly\nsobbing miserably without even being aware she did so. At other times, the only sounds one could\nhear in the room were her weak grunts of effort as she partially freed herself\nfrom the umbrella handle’s loving embrace, only to groan again as she lost\neverything she had gained and her pussy was fully re-impaled once more.

\n\n

Finally, the\nman said, “Come on baby, time to spread your hips a little more,” as he used\ncords attached to each of the wooden supports to tie both her knees even\nfurther apart. She couldn’t struggle to\nsave herself anymore after this and finally Jamie hung quietly as, with knees\nspread wide apart and ankles tied almost to her buttocks, she settled more\ndeeply and more firmly, and ever more permanently, onto the hook’s unyielding\nembrace. Jamie tried to be strong, but\nit was useless bravado for which she just didn’t have the strength of will--she\njust couldn’t be that anymore--and now, with the muscles of her neck exhausted,\nher chin resting on her chest, Jamie began to cry softly in abject and total\nmisery once again. He left her alone,\nmarinating in her desolation and despair.

\n\n

Forty-five\nminutes later, she still hung motionless from cross bar. All will to fight was gone, her head was\ndrooping on nerveless neck muscles, all strength was gone, her arms were still\noutstretched as if crucified, but they supported none of her body weight. The weight of her body was held up only by\nthe massive dildo on the curved hook end driven so deeply inside her\nbelly.

\n\n

Her breasts\nstill ached terribly, but the pain and outrage of the hook overwhelmed\neverything else. The indignation\ntraveled from her pelvis into every molecule of her body and it felt as if\nevery part of her body was being crushed together from all directions. The pain was comparable to having all of her\nmolars removed without anesthetic, but now it had penetrated every bone and\norgan in her body. She was done, they\nboth knew it. But this, this wasn’t\nmeant to break her, to get his own way with her. This was torture, cruelty purely for the sake\nof hurting her.

\n\n

And then he\nreturned carrying a small weight in each hand, a weight he attached to each of\nher knees. Jamie screamed with a new\nagony as the weights drove her body a little further upon the hook. She fought weakly, ineffectually, but the\nshrieks of pain were screams she barely remembered giving even seconds later as\nher mind began to crack. The feel of the\nweights seating her just that little bit further upon the spear piercing her\norgans--that awful, horrific feeling of maybe having been finally ruptured\ninternally—it all remained with Jamie for the rest of her life. Many years later, she would still wake up\nfrom a nightmare and still feel herself rupturing.

\n\n

She was still\nnow, her body hanging almost without a sign of life except for occasional\nshuddering inhalations. After forty-five\nminutes, the two small half-pound weights the man had strapped to each knee\nhung motionless. Once, maybe ten minutes\nago, maybe fifteen or twenty, she’d left the world of misery in which she was\nengulfed enough to look around. Held up\nby her arms, much of her weight supported by the single point of contact driven\ndeep into her vagina, Jamie hurt all over. \n

\n\n

She coughed\nand choked on a mouthful of mucus. Did\nher best to spit it out along with the buildup of surprisingly thick\nsaliva. Jamie did a quick inventory of\ndamage he’d done to her body and she immediately wished she hadn’t. Jamie’s whole body was a jarring assemblage\nof pain and trembling ache from what had been done to her. Nausea clawed at her bowels and pit of her\nstomach; her head felt incredibly light, filled with starry air. Parts of her body throbbed where she had been\nhit or later tortured. She hung for a\nmoment, trying to get it all under control, but it was a short abortive\nmoment. She retched again and brought up\nthe thin leavings of an empty stomach.

\n\n

She was done\nnow, and they both knew it. She made no\nsound, her eyes were closed and her chin rested on her beautiful exposed\nchest. She took five or six long, deep\nblubbering breaths each minute. No more\nthan that. She was crushed\npsychologically and emotionally and physically; truly finished at least for\nnow.

\n\n

Jamie barely\nfelt his touch as, for just a moment, he massaged her aching breasts where they\nprotruded from the tight rubber top. \nJamie barely felt her nipples standing at hard rubbery attention like\nmindless little soldiers. God, she hurt\nso much!

\n\n

The bitch hung\nmotionless on the J-hook. It was an\noutstanding piece of equipment he’d come up with, something he’d definitely use\non any other whores he could get his hands on. \nBut for right now he had other things to do. After he removed her gag, the TV slut sobbed\nonce and then made a slurping sound as she tried to swallow some of the saliva\nwhich’d built up in her mouth.

\n\n

He looked at\nher scornfully as he said, “Christ woman! \nDon’t fucking embarrass yourself like that. Try to act like an adult.”

\n\n

The bitch\nswung her head up and stared at him blearily for a second before she began to\nwork her jaws and tried swallowing again. \nWasn’t a sexy look at all and he didn’t like that. He slapped her face, but not hard and gritted\nat her through his teeth, “We both know you’re a cunt and a whore…..but you’re MY cunt now…..My whore. So trust me. I’ve watched you for months. I know exactly what you really are…..a cheap\npiece of ass that may have won the genetic lottery, but who also has the morals\nof a fucking alley cat.”

\n\n

With that, he\nforced her head back and slipped his tongue into her mouth and down her throat\nlike a slick oyster. He’d thrown a deep\nFrench kiss into her just because he felt like it, taking the chance she’d be\ntoo shocked to bite him. Like everything\nelse now, after feeling her freezing at first against him, he could feel her\ncompliantly accepting it without struggle or complaint. Bitch’s breath was awful though and she had a\nbad taste in her mouth. Damaged goods,\nalways had been. Satisfied with how\nbroken she was, he pulled back and after a moment, offered her a small glass of\nwater. There was something which might\nhave been a grateful look on her face, but she spilled most of it when she\nattempted to drink it.

\n\n

The gag had\nbeen gone for a while, but she’d still not tried to say a word. Realizing for the first time that she could\nactually speak again, the captive TV whore once more began to plead for mercy\nin a dry, croaking, unattractive voice which made it easy to ignore. She showed no imagination, asking him begging\nquestions….common, plebian questions that bored him, questions like….why was he doing this and what had she ever done to him? Assertions like, he had mistaken her for someone else. And she\nwasn’t all who he thought she was, not what he thought she was.

\n\n

To finish it\nall off, the stupid woman promised she wouldn’t say anything to anybody if he\nwould just let her go; that sort of rubbish. \nHe tolerated her prattling on for a few seconds and then lightly slapped\nher face to get the dumb bitch’s undivided attention.

\n\n

“Shut the fuck\nup. The only power you have here, is\nwhether or not you choose silence.”

\n\n

The man looked\ndeeply into his new sex slave’s beautiful brown eyes. She finally remained silent and he began to\nexplain the facts of her altered existence to her. His voice was taunting, what was visible of\nhis face arrogant. “I’ve watched you on TV. \nYou and your pushup bras. \nFlaunting your cleavage and your exposed tits and your long legs in\nthose short-assed little dresses you wear. \nYou come across like some teenager’s wet dream. But here, right now, you don’t want to put\nout for me? Here, you’ve turned into\nsome kind of a reluctant cock-tease?”

\n\n

He shook his\nmasked head almost sorrowfully, “Ain’t happening, honey.”

\n\n

He smirked to\nhimself, bitch looked like a fucking frog being dismembered in some high school\nbiology class. Pinned and spread wide\nopen, ready for dissection. Her eyes\nwidened in disbelief in her wobbly head as he told her that she was his to use\nhere, now, as a high-class whore or low quality fuck-toy straight off the\nstreet or anything in between. Whatever\nhe wanted her to be, she’d be.

\n\n

He grabbed her\nchin and pursed her lips in a way that had to be painful. He peered into her eyes as he mentioned that\nshe was to call him Daddy or Master, her choice. Then he reinforced that command by shaking\nher head a couple of times, using her chin like some kind of a demented handle\nthat’d been glued on her head just for his use. \n

\n\n

He finished by\ntelling her that worthless pieces of meat, like her, were always trying to get\naround people or use them. But that shit\nwas done; it wouldn’t be happening here, not with him.

\n\n

Of course,\nthey both knew the bitch didn’t have much choice in the matter. But only he knew exactly how serious he was,\nand that he would seriously fuck her\nup every time she didn’t do exactly as he’d just ordered. After being around the old cunt he’d been\nfucking for so long, he looked forward to working on this new piece of ass, for\nthere would be many, many opportunities to both fuck this bitch and fuck her\nover.

\n\n

He slowly fed\nher a high-energy bar and gave her a small sip of water. Still sitting on the J-hook, she seemed\nridiculously grateful. Bending over and picking up a new gag, he ordered the TV\nanchor-woman to open her mouth once more. \nBut the slut still had not recognized the limits of his tolerance. Her eyes began tearing up and blinking\nrapidly, and then he saw something there which had not been present even a few\nhours ago. She met his eyes and then\nhers slid away as what looked like a slightly stubborn look came over her\nface.

\n\n

Instead of\ncomplying, she set her jaw and weakly shook he head, refusing his demand. And so once more he was forced to discipline\nher by clamping a hand over her mouth and nose, but this time, he also lightly\npushed down on her shoulder with his other hand.

\n\n

The\ndisobedient whore shrieked in pain behind his cupped palm as the umbrella’s\nhook was pushed even deeper onto her cervix. \nJamie gave in quickly and frantically nodded her understanding. He smirked in victory; she was superficially\nagreeing that, at least in principle, he had the right to do anything he wanted\nto her.

\n\n

He removed his\nhand from her mouth and TV presenter sobbed openly as she made a whooping sound\nwhile pulling in lungful’s of air. But\nhe kept her nostrils pinched shut and pushed a rubber gag into her open mouth,\nholding it by the football player-type mouthpiece which fitted over her\nteeth. He then used a short piece of\nduct tape to cover her mouth. Being a real\nbastard and not feeling particularly sympathetic for the pretty much unrepentant\nbitch, he waited a few more long, dragged out moments before finally removing\nhis fingers from her nostrils to allow her to breathe.

\n\n

It was\ntime.

\n\n

The man\nwatched the cunt’s face closely, memorizing her facial expressions and bodily\nreactions as he removed her from the Hook and Cross. The kidnapper first untied her legs and then\nher arms. Exhausted, the captive TV slut\nfell forward onto him a little while still impaled, her arms and legs dangling\nuselessly from her unresisting body. But\nshe never moved her lower body. It was\nlike she’d lost all flexibility from the tits on down, like she was afraid to\nfind out how much he’d hurt her down there.

\n\n

But freeing\nher pelvis was still more difficult than he had imagined. The umbrella’s hook, it seemed, didn’t want\nto give up its’ lover’s embrace deep from inside her belly. It took time to pull the whore’s body up and\noff of the Cross’s unfeeling hooked upright. \nShe made quite satisfactory blubbery noises of pain the whole time\ndespite the gag which had been taped into her mouth.

\n\n

But soon he\nhad the sweet Jamie’s body off of the hook. \nHer sweaty body convulsed beneath the rubber suit as she sobbed in his\narms. He continued to hold her upright\nfor another moment with her arms draped lifelessly over his shoulders like some\nmacabre crash-dummy dance partner. Then\nhe let go and she slid bonelessly to the floor in a pile of uncoordinated\nlimbs. He looked down impassively as she\ncontinued to sob quietly, one shaking arm draped across her flat lower belly\nand the other cradled between her luscious, rubber-covered thighs.

\n\n

She Belonged to Him Now\nor He Was Impulsive And His Needs Made Him Impatient

\n\n

The man who\nnow ruled her life let Jamie rest for a couple of minutes and then grabbed a\nhandful of her hair in order to drag her, sobbing and unresisting, across the\nfloor and back to the two wooden uprights. \nHer abdomen ached with a dull throb which controlled every aspect of her\nmind. The part of her body which\nconnected her hips to her shoulders felt like it had been beaten by someone\nusing a baseball bat, and it hurt as much on the outside as it did on the\ninside. It just hurt too much to\nmove.

\n\n

She felt him\npull her unresisting, almost boneless body to her feet and tied her hands to\nthe same rings that he’d used before, but this time he left her feet\nunbound. As planned, the rings were\nstill high enough that her feet barely touched the ground. She wanted to lean over, to hunch her body\nwhile she cradled her belly. Her thighs\nached continuously and temporary cramps shot from her hips through her thighs\nand through her calves. The reality was\nthat Jamie hurt so badly and was so exhausted that the only things holding her\nupright were her wrist restraints.

\n\n

The man\nstepped back and looked at his trophy catch. \nBitch was exhausted and hurting; she looked fucking awful. She still wore the tight, form-fitting\nrubber, but now the jacket was open at the crotch, which was exactly what he\nwanted. He especially admired the\nwell-used, but still beautiful pair of tits that’d been extruded from the front\nof the tight rubber top. After a moment,\nhe stepped up to his captive slut, opened his mouth and began sucking on first\none bruised nipple and then the other. \nShe moaned each time at the beginning of each new nipple, but quickly\nbecame quiet as he continued, fully accepting his attentions. The taste of her nipples made him hard again,\na tangy, salty sweaty taste of mixed exhaustion and fear.

\n\n

Finished with\nthis for the moment, he then began to run his tongue around both nipples as his\npalms squeezed her breasts together so tight that he could almost get both of\nthem in his mouth at the same time.

\n\n

The slut\nfinally found her voice within the gag, \"Mmmmfffhh, gahhh, ugghhh!\"

\n\n

He immediately\nstopped and looked up at her face; this was exactly what he’d been waiting\nfor. He punched her in the stomach hard\nenough to bury his hand up to wrist and said, “You don’t speak unless spoken\nto, you do not even make a sound. I’ve\nalready told you that a bunch of times. \nChrist, you’re slow learner. And\nlike I already told you, when you can finally speak, you address me as Master\nor as Daddy. I prefer Daddy, but that’s\nyour choice. You’d better learn that\nreal quick or you’ll never heal, because I’ll never be finished with you.”

\n\n

And with that,\nhe slapped the outside of her left breast with a forehand right, and then hit\nthe outside of her right breast on the back swing. She was still gagging from having been hit in\nthe stomach, but was still able to scream softly at each blow.

\n\n

“Do you\nfinally get it bitch?” he asked, looking into her slightly unfocused eyes as he\nquickly ripped the tape off her face as he removed the gag again. “You’re a fucking piece of meat here, and\nmeat does what it’s told. Now answer me,\nbitch. Do you get it? Do you understand?”

\n\n

The wheezing\nwhore nodded once and said, “Yes……Daddy. \nI understand.” Her voice sounded\nlike she had just sucked on enough lemons to burn her throat, but he didn’t\ncare as long as she got the details right. \n

\n\n

The masked man\nstudied her face for a moment before nodding his approval. Then he was at her chest again. Jamie moaned once more, looking down at his\ndark, hooded face, even as his lips nipped at her aching breasts. His tongue was continuously lapping at her\nhard and coarsened, hyper-sensitive nipples. \nThe monster almost lovingly squeezed her soft flesh even as he picked up\ntwo small, oddly shaped devices that he had previously placed on the floor near\nher.

\n\n

Jamie eyebrows\nrose in revulsion; she had never seen anything like these things before but\nsomehow, she intuitively knew that they were some kind of nipple clamps. And knowing now what the monster was capable\nof, she knew they would only bring her more pain…..God, not her breasts again,\nplease not that!! She wanted to fight\nhim but was she so tired that she could barely move and she was pinned, bound\nwith wrist shackles. Too, she was absolutely\npetrified, totally afraid of him now, terrified of what he was capable of doing\nto her.

\n\n

Jamie tried\nnot to shudder as the man placed one rubber suction cup first over her\nunresisting right nipple and then the left had been cupped too. When he locked the latches on the outside of\neach one down, her already tender nipples were pinned in an iron, vice-like\ngrip which tore through her like wildfire. \nJamie cried out in horror as intense pain ripped through the tips of\neach of her breasts. As much as she\nwanted to deny him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out, the pain was so\nshocking and intense that she just couldn’t keep the agony inside.

\n\n

\"Oooooooaawwww! Oh! Oh\nGod, mmm, Daaaa….Daaddddy, ugghhhhhhh.\"

\n\n

Jamie felt\nshame at having called him what he wanted to be called, but it felt like the\nclamps were just tearing her apart inside and Jamie found she was just reacting\nwithout thinking. Each of the clamps\nripping at her flesh ended in a stainless steel ring which had a small,\nbeautifully crafted butterfly screw which tightly locked against anything\ninside the ring. The monster now took an\neight inch long thin rod made out of a springy metal which had been shaped into\na sharp bow.

\n\n

He positioned\nthe hollow of the rod’s arch against her chest and then pushed one end of the\nrod through the left tit ring. He\ngrunted as he pulled the ends of the rod apart and then pushed the other end\nthrough the second ring. He slowly\nreleased the springy metal bow to sounds of her deeply heartfelt groan and then\ntightened both butterfly screws next.

\n\n

The nipple\nclamps were now been firmly connected by a springy rod which continually\nattempted to come together against the natural fall of her breasts, even though\nthey had been pushed through the rubber top. \nThus, the tips of Jamie’s breasts were now constantly, painfully,\nsavagely pulled together in a way that always seemed to want to give her an\nagonizing, ultra-deep cleavage.

\n\n

Worse, with\nthe clamps biting down hard on her nipples and locked together by the springy\nrod, the tips of her breasts now pointed straight out like she was some sort of\nan enhanced bionic woman. Jamie panted\nin pain and then raised her eyes to the man’s hidden face in surrender. She felt little resistance or will inside her\nto fight him anymore. All she wanted to\ndo at this point was cooperate in the hope that everything would be over\nsoon.

\n\n

The man\ncontinued to cup and squeeze her chest; smiling as he played with what could\nonly now be described as her terrorized breasts. After he had taken a few moments of his\npleasure, he left for a second and returned with a thin, supple cane. He swung it in menacing swishing swipes, and\nJamie well remembered what he could do with this kind of tool.

\n\n

A blossom of\nfear and terror returned, and she screamed out, \"Daddy, daddy…. No, please sir, don't,\" causing the\nsprung metal rod to rise and fall in time with her clamped, heaving bosom.

\n\n

The man nodded\nin satisfaction, “Well, well; I guess we do want to behave now, don’t we?”

\n\n

Jamie\ndesperately nodded her agreement, the gradually receding pain of his previous\ntorments blanketed temporarily by her current terror. What choice did she have? He controlled everything!

\n\n

The man’s\nhands slowly, softly stroked her body as he ran them down the tight black\nrubber that almost adhered to the skin of her buttocks. He hooked his fingers inside the jacket’s crotch strap and opened her up to\nthe blessedly cool air as Jamie continued to pant heavily while still hanging\nfrom her wrist restraints. Her body was\nliterally saturated in sweat under the rubber suit and it felt like every drop\nhad run down her chest and ended up between her sweat-drenched thighs.

\n\n

Acting with\nthe likely mastery of her mind and the certain control of her body, the man who\nhad kidnapped and already raped her once now moved to fully spread her thighs\napart to expose her even more. She could\nonly whimper in fear as he dropped to his knees, his hands on the inside of her\nthighs pushing her rubber encased legs out and spreading her widely spread\nknees even further apart. It hurt to\neven move her thighs like this. Jamie\ncrouched in pained response as best she could, her knees spread awkwardly wide,\nher toes pressing hard on the floor in the cheap boots. She willingly cooperated, allowing him to do\nwhatever he wished, knowing he would hurt her even more if she resisted. But then, disgustingly, he began to lick her\nthere even as he still firmly kept her thighs spread apart.

\n\n

It was an\nexhausting and painful position to maintain. \nJamie’s belly ached and she felt her already fatigued thighs become even\nmore tired, her knees continually drifting closer together even though she\nstruggled to keep them apart. He pulled\nhis head back and looked up at her through his mask although she knew that all\nhe could see was her breasts, \"Keep your legs spread, you whore. I won’t tell you again!\"

\n\n

Jamie groaned\nas she struggled to spread her knees again, her exhausted thighs still cramping\nwith the effort. The masked man spread\nher wide once more to reveal the wet, tender pink flesh which hid inside. Jamie couldn’t stop herself; despite her body\naching all over, she shuddered helplessly in disgust as she gave a short, soft,\npiteous moan of shame when she felt his tongue flick against her opening again\nand again. Then he alternated between\nsucking on her clitoris and probing her as deeply as he could with his\ntongue. He made disgusting slurping\nsounds the whole time and even as she tried to remain stoic on the surface,\nJamie shuddered inside with revulsion.

\n\n

Finished with\nhis mouth, he put the index fingers of each hand inside her pussy and pulled to\nstretch her flesh apart. This soon\nchanged to two fingers on each hand pulling at the sides of her vagina, and\nafter a minute, three fingers tugging and struggling to expose her very\ninsides.

\n\n

Jamie groaned\nagain, all thoughts of her aching nipples now gone, as his jaw pushed hard\nagainst her open pelvis. His hand pushed\nagainst the insides of her thighs and as she looked down on the monster, Jamie\nwas humiliated when she realized she looked like nothing more than some kind of\na demented frog, standing on her tiptoes, her long legs bent at the knees and\npushed wide apart, just to allow him access to the most intimate parts of her body.

\n\n

His fingers\nkept her flesh spread wide and his filthy, deliberately obscene sounds only\nadded to her humiliation. God! He pried and pulled her even further apart\nand had penetrated her with his rough, wet tongue now almost to her\ncervix. She could feel it intimately,\nwarm and familiar, as it darted around inside her like a demented snake.

\n\n

The obscene\nmonster went further down between her legs now, first removing the butt plug\nwhich had been inside her rectum for so many hours now, before running his\ntongue on the soft tender flesh between her pussy and her anus. His licking finally ended with his caressing\nthe skin around her dilated rear hole. \nShe groaned once more and then shuddered with disgust. But not him, for he pulled back for a second\nand looked up at her and Jamie could see his eyes, his pupils dilated with\nexcitement and unfulfilled lust. Then he\ndove back between her thighs, his nose buried in her pussy as he almost tasted\nher ass before kissing her anus gently.

\n\n

Jamie couldn’t\nhelp herself as she wriggled with each of his intimate probes; the ropes at her\nwrists creaking softly each time as they continued to hold her aching body\nupright and tautly available for his use. \nThe man’s fingers continued to push and to explore between her legs. He began to jab three and four fingers inside\nher at one time as he continued to keep her spread and totally available. Jamie grunted in shock at the finger thrusts\nand tugs, biting her lip, closing her eyes, wishing, hoping and praying that it\nwas all just a dream and that she would wake up soon.

\n\n

\"Uh, uh,\nuh, uh, uh!” Jamie softly and rhythmically responded to each push and pull of\nhis fingers, each suction from his mouth. \nThe man too also grunted, but in eager satisfaction as his fingers bent\nand hooked and probed inside her, continually pressing deeper and deeper\nagainst the tender and sensitive walls of Jamie’s vagina. The monster looked up at her now, taking\nobvious and great pleasure from her shocked expression and her uncontrolled,\nheart-felt grunts and groans. Jamie\ngritted her teeth as he stabbed home one more time.

\n\n

The rapist\nhesitated and then stood, moving towards the shelves that lined one wall. He returned with a strange object that looked\nlike a long white rod that was bent towards the end and which was tipped with a\nbulging piece of ribbed rubber. The\nmasked man knelt as he positioned the tip of the rod near her pussy and spread\nher labia.

\n\n

She had to\nconcentrate on what he demanded she do, how she address him. \"Daddy? \nWhat…what have you got, daddy? \nPlease Sir…Master, what's that?\" Jamie almost sounded child-like,\nasking in a voice filled with panic even though she exactly what it was. But he\nignored her and began to push the wand-like instrument inside her.

\n\n

\"No. Daddy, stop! \nPlease stop! Sir, STOP! Daddy, GOODDD,\nit's, it’s too long.\" Jamie’s voice\nwent up an octave as she squealed when the last few inches of the\nsurgical-looking device began to disappear inside her belly.

\n\n

\"Quiet,\nbitch!\" The masked man snapped back\nat her. “I guarantee you’ll like this when I’m done, and it has to be long to\nget all the way inside a well-used whore like you.”

\n\n

With that, the\nmasked man finished slowly easing the thin rod into her. Jamie whimpered and her hips gyrated once\ninvoluntarily as she felt the slick, rigid plastic probing so deeply inside her\nvagina, all pain from her breasts and nipples now forgotten. Then the man turned it on and suddenly the\nburied head began to vibrate. Jamie\ncouldn’t help herself as she moaned at the immediate and terribly wonderful\nsensations.

\n\n

Jamie\nshuddered again and again as the wand was twisted and turned, then rammed home\nmultiple times against the tip of her already bruised and aching vagina. \"Daaaddddy, sstopppp pppleeeaseeee, ddddaaaddyy! Ugggggg, ah, ah, ah!\"

\n\n

He began to\nbend it inside her, hooking the tip against the walls of Jamie’s vagina. Slowly, unwillingly, she felt her canal\nexplored and stretched and used for his pleasure. Clearly, the monster who held her captive was\nenjoying himself. The white wand was ten\ninches long, and at this point, it was painfully deep with only his hand on the\nhandle still visible. Her beautiful\nlight brown eyes were wide open with pain mixed with absolute revulsion. Yet as the humming tip found multiple working pressure spots, Jamie’s pupils\ndilated again and again with each acutely overwhelming physical sensation.

\n\n

Jamie despised\nthis monster with every fiber of her being and would have willingly seen him\ndead at this very moment. Yet she was a\nhealthy young woman too. And as\nfrightened and as horrified as she was, despite the burgeoning internal\nbruises, there simply were certain physical reactions over which she literally\nhad no control. Her body’s response to\nhis manipulating and massaging certain points with this hellish vibrator were\nsubtle, yet obvious to any experienced watcher. \n

\n\n

Her face was\nred with both with embarrassment and from the intimate sensations she tried to\nhide from her attacker. Jamie’s legs\nwere weakening and her knees were turning in as she took most of her weight on\nher stretched arms. Her thighs hummed as\nshe did her best to hide the terrible sense of off-balanced oddness which\nsomehow ticked in her abused breasts. \nSuddenly, there would be a moment of agony and everything would go\naway.

\n\n

Then it began\nall over again and the wand would be buzzing in places she’d never known she\nhad. She was horrified by her body’s\nnatural reactions; by the way she felt her labia and vagina involuntarily\ngripping the thin shaft, attempting to keep it inside her despite every part of\nher conscious being wanting nothing more than to have it gone.

\n\n

Jamie knew\nthat begging him would accomplish nothing, but she tried anyway. \"Ohhhh God, Daddy, uh, uh, please\nstop!\"

\n\n

But he never\ndid.

\n\n

The physical\nstimulation was intense, sometimes even overwhelming much of her previous pain\nand exhaustion. But she always continued\nto be aware in some peripheral way that her breasts truly ached; the clamps\nwere too heavy now and constrictive as they pulled towards each other. At the same time, her vagina continued to be\nmanipulated by the man as pressure from the vibrating head made her body\nshudder and her teeth chatter.

\n\n

Finally, the\nman pulled the wand out, leaving only the last few inches inside, near her\nclitoral nerves. \"I’ve always\nthought you had a great ass,\" he said almost conversationally as she\nunintentionally bucked her hips once against his hand.

\n\n

“I’ve always\nliked the way you dressed, like a professional slut…. You know what I mean?”

\n\n

He was silent\nfor another moment and then traced the firm curve of her rubber-encased\nbuttocks with the thin shaft of the vibrator as he asked in a light tone,\n\"Slit? Do you do it there? Have you let anyone up there in back\nyet?\"

\n\n

She wasn’t\nexactly sure what he meant, but Jamie began to cry as she continued to pant\nheavily. She knew her voice was gone and\nher face filled with fear, and Jamie hated how weak it all made her feel.

\n\n

Also, she was\nbeginning to have an idea about what he had been referring to and she hated the\nidea just as much as she feared it. But\nhe just shrugged as he looked at her tears. \n\"No, I guess not. I didn't\nthink you were that kind of a woman. \nOkay, this might take a while and you might give me a fight……..\"

\n\n

Jamie\nstruggled, trying to pull her wrists free as he slowly ducked under her raised\nright arm and moved around her body, the buzzing tip of the wand trailing over\nher lower belly around her hip and onto her butt. Suddenly, she felt him spread her cheeks as\nmuch as the rubber pants would allow and the humming head of the wand laid\nalong her still dilated anus.

\n\n

Jamie felt her\nbutt cheeks spread further by his fingers and she did her best to pull away\nfrom him. But bound as she was, the\nattempt was doomed to failure from the very beginning. She had never done anything like this with\nany man, not even her husband. But the\nfirst unwanted touch of the buzzing wand sent a shiver of fear and disgust up\nher spine even as he began to push harder and harder. The end was doing more now than just nuzzling\nat her hole.

\n\n

Terror filled\nJamie when she thought of the ten-inch long wand poised at the entrance to her\nrectum. She kept trying to twist in\norder to look over her shoulder at him. \nIn a rush, she said, \"Daddy, Daaaddeee, please stop. Master, we can make some kind of a deal. I’ll do whatever you want Daddy, just…just\ndon't hurt me anymore. Not like\nthat! Please, not like that!\"

\n\n

The masked man\nlooked at her for a second and then turned the wand off. Jamie breathed out heavily in a sigh of\nrelief. Deep in thought, the monster\nstroked the curve of her ass, clearly admiring the perfect flesh of her firmly\narched rear end. Standing up, he pressed\ntightly against her back, his hands around her waist to cup her clamped\nbreasts. Even through the rubber that\nshe wore, Jamie could feel the heat on her back coming in waves off of his\nbody.

\n\n

She tried to\nlook at him as she whimpered in fear when he whispered in her ear,\n\"Whore….bitch…..are you ready now to take it in the rear?” Jamie couldn’t help herself. She understood what he’d asked and clearly\nunable to answer in the way he wanted, she turned her face away from him in\nsilent fear.

\n\n

He waited for\na moment and then answered for her; “Almost. \nBut probably not quite yet anyway. \nSoon though, you’ll be ready real soon.\"

\n\n

He moved away\nfor a moment and then returned and held something in front of her, the tip\nalmost touching her face. It was\ncone-shaped and made of black rubber, the dull point gradually widening to more\nthan two and a half inches before it narrowing again to almost nothing. It finally ended with a much wider circular\nbase, almost like something that allowed it to stand upright on a table. But what he really held in his hands, she realized,\nwas a butt plug quite different from the first one he’d used, for if that one\nhad looked huge and painful, this thing was a horrifying monster.

\n\n

Jamie screamed\nat the terrible deal she realized that she had just unwittingly made as the man\nmoved around to her back, one hand trailing gently over her shoulder and down\nher rubber covered spine, the massive, greased butt plug in his other\nhand. Suddenly he grabbed Jamie and held\nher tightly around the waist with one hand, pulling on her body and pinning her\nto his hip.

\n\n

\"Daddy. DADDY! \nNo! NO! NOOO! \nDon’t do it! Oh God, sir, no,\ndon't put that….uh, ugggg, ohhhh, arggggg!!” \n

\n\n

The tight,\ngristly muscles which had protected Jamie’s rectum struggled hard against the\nviolation, but abruptly parted under the continuous pressure applied by the\nmonster’s hand. She wiggled and fought,\nfervently, feverishly, enthusiastically howling again and again, shrieking her\npain to the uncaring ceiling. But the\nmonster never stopped as the huge butt plug’s increasingly terrible diameter\nstretched and tore her rectum.

\n\n

Jamie bucked\nand struggled, but there was no way to fight him because of the way he had her\nbound and had pulled her against him. \nPop!! The wide shoulder finally\npassed into her body and the base of the rubber cone smoothly seated itself\nagainst her anus.

\n\n

She\nimmediately froze at the horrific sensations. \nThe pain was shocking, paralyzing her body, and Jamie howled in\nagony. “Aaahhhh, gggoodddd,\nNNNOOO!\"

\n\n

At the finish,\nas the maximum width of the plug had spread her anus terribly wide as it slid\ninto her, she’d actually felt skin rip and muscle tear. But when the man finished pushing the plug in\npast its largest diameter, Jamie actually found herself groaning in sudden\nrelief as her aching, stretched sphincter was finally allowed to clamp around\nthe mercifully much narrower ring at the base. \nSuddenly, along with the stinging feeling of torn skin, she felt\nincredibly full too, impacted, as if needing to take a major bowel\nmovement.

\n\n

But, while the\npain of the insertion receded somewhat, tears of absolute humiliation ran down\nher burning hot cheeks and her face flushed with shame at what her captor had\njust done to her. Physically, Jamie felt\nsomething had been pushed so far inside her that it was almost difficult to\nbreathe and her stomach and abdomen were both cramping. It really did feel like she was ready to take\na huge bowel movement. She suddenly\nbecame aware that her rectum was struggling in wave after wave of spasms to\npush the massive thing out, but her sphincter just couldn’t spread wide enough\none more time to expel the unwanted invader. \n

\n\n

Oh God, she\nthought in fear with tears running down her cheeks, it still has to come out again!! \n

\n\n

He stood in\nfront of her and reached around behind. \nJamie’s body arched in terrible discomfort while the man just smiled and\nran a finger over the rubber-covered mounds of taut flesh which surrounded her\nbutt-crack. From there, his finger\ngently trailed down to the exposed rubber end of the massive butt plug whose\nbulk he’d just buried in her violated rectum. \n

\n\n

He smiled a\nhateful, reassuring smile at her face as he said, \"Honey, you’re a natural…you\nwere born to be doing this for a man. \nYou'll definitely get used to it.\"

\n\n

He left her\nalone then as she tried to analyze his hateful comments. Suddenly overcome by the need to move, Jamie\nwriggled uncomfortably, attempting to put her weight on one heeled foot and\nthen the other, anything to decrease her discomfort.

\n\n

After allowing\nher to hang for about fifteen minutes, marinating in the feel of the new butt\nplug, the horrible masked man finally returned, untied her wrists and let her\ndrop to the floor. Her strength was\ngone, there was nothing left after having been immersed in his hateful acts for\nso many hours. If only he would let rest\nfor just a moment.

\n\n

The first full\nday was about two-thirds gone. He’d\ngiven her a few minutes respite, probably enough for his purposes. The TV bitch was absolutely worn out, but he\nneeded to run a little test; needed see what she’d learned, how deeply she’d\ninternalized her fate, and finally, how far she was willing to go to avoid what\nshe HAD to know was coming.

\n\n

As he cleaned\na few of things he’d used on her, he let the insipid little slut lay by herself\non the floor for a few more minutes with her ass-hole mega-filled with rubber,\njust to gather her strength. Then as he\nwalked into her cell and out of her line of sight as he noisily went through\nthe pitiful few things there, calling out every now and then, ordering her to\nstay where she was. Finally, he departed\nthe room, leaving the door seemingly unguarded. \n

\n\n

The strong-willed\nbitch waited a little more than five minutes before she painfully struggled to\nher knees and then her feet, the performance all ending in a breast jiggling,\nlimping, unattractively bow-legged, rectum-extended, slow motion dash to the\nexit door that he’d apparently left unlocked. \n

\n\n

Face\nimpassive, he watched in another room as she made her move. The bitch was a mess, what with the cheap\nboots that threatened to turn her ankle with every step, the breast clamps still\nfirmly hooked to the tension-bowed rod, the gigantic butt plug still rammed up\nher ass and the obvious soreness between her legs. It was actually painful to watch. Well, it almost\nwas. He actually winced in sympathy as\nhe saw little slut try to hold her breasts with one hand and attempt to run\nsilently on her toes as the black end of the massive butt plug waggled back and\nforth in time with her white ass cheeks. \nBut none of that mattered anymore. \n

\n\n

The bitch who\nhad an hour ago seemed ready to be molded into what he wanted was, in reality, still\nunrepentant and unbowed. He had ordered\nher to remain where she was and she had disobeyed. She needed to be punished for breaking the\nrules….really hurt this time instead of just being played with like the toy she\nreally was.

\n\n

Of course the\ndoor wouldn’t open for the ungrateful cunt….he had not really left it unlocked\nor unguarded. She backed away as he\nentered the room, securely closing the door behind him. The desperate blonde TV hostess faced him as\nhe slowly walked towards her, padding softly forward like a giant jungle\npredator. Her beautiful brown eyes\nblazed above the black rubber he had dressed her in as she looked around\nfrantically for anything with which to defend herself. Finally, the frenzied blonde settled on a\nsmall, stiff-shanked flog that he’d left hanging on the wall. He found himself smiling with anticipation at\nthe impending encounter.

\n\n

Her heart pounding\nin her chest, Jamie found that she was holding her breath for some unknown\nreason. She forced herself to breathe\nnormally as she switched grips on the whip handle. As much as it hurt her to do so, she pinned\nthe rod connecting her nipples against her chest with her free hand. Aching in every part of her body; she could\nbarely stand up straight after everything he’d done to her. But adrenaline flowed like fire in her blood and\nshe felt little of that pain now. A\nsense of panic tried to envelope her like a heavy coat of ice but she fought it. Even though she was filled with anxiety,\nthere was a real feeling of determination too. \n

\n\n

Jamie knew she\nmight never get out of this place, but she’d make him pay somehow! Ready to defend herself, ready to attack, she\npretended to swing high but swung low instead. \nThere! She’d hurt him! He took two steps back and she started to\nbreathe again, but more quickly now and without any real depth. Panting. \nSuddenly filled with real panic, the urge to pee was overpowering, but\nshe couldn’t take her eyes off of the man. \n

\n\n

The bitch\ngrabbed the flog and faked a home run swing for his head. When he moved his arm up to protect his face,\nshe immediately changed targets and hit him, whipped him hard across his bare chest. A thick, angry red welt immediately rose\nacross his nipples, all left behind by the small lead balls woven into the thin\nleather strips.

\n\n

He instinctively\nducked the bitch’s back swing and when she pulled back to hit him again, this\ntime in the crotch, he furiously leaped at the weakened slut he’d kidnapped,\npushing her up against the wall and easily disarming her. Suddenly and easily disarmed, she broke down\nin tears and just stood there supporting her tits, alone except for her massive\nbutt plug, all fight now suddenly gone, clearly paralyzed by fear as she now\nwaited quietly for her punishment.

\n\n

Breathing\nheavily, more from anger than exertion, he grabbed the disobedient slit by her\nhair, stood her up onto her toes to stretch her out and then buried his fist in\nher unprepared stomach. She tried to\nfold in half but he held her up and hit her again, making sure to avoid her\nbreasts….he didn’t want to tear off a nipple or anything.

\n\n

He wanted to\nkeep on hitting her, but she was done. \nHe’d accomplished his goal and all he’d do now was possibly hurt her\nseriously……and where was the fun in that? \nHe had too many plans that involved fucking a healthy, relatively\nunscathed cunt to really hurt this bitch….at least for now, that was. When he let go of her hair, she fell\nbonelessly to the floor. He looked down\nat her without pity and shook his head as he rapped a finger against his\ntemple. “Blondes,” he said, “they do try, but….”

\n\n

Jamie ached\nall over, and she was suddenly so tired of trying to fight the man who had\ntaken her. Exhaustion followed her quick\nsense of inappropriate exhilaration at possible freedom. Having failed at escape, Jamie could feel the\nfamiliar languor returning to her veins as she lay on the floor at his\nfeet. It was dragging her back down to\nimmobility, to acquiescence and compliance with his demands. It was all over and there was no use fighting\nhim now……

\n\n

He leaned\ndown, grabbed the bitch by her long blonde hair and dragged her barely moving\nbody to the queen-sized rape bed. After\nhe’d thrown her down on her back and spread-eagled her again with bindings on\nher wrists and ankles, he forced her jaws open and stuffed a big gag into her\nmouth and then taped it in place. She must be getting used to being gagged,\nhe thought to himself, because she’s\nbeginning to take ‘em well now.

\n\n

The gag was\nnot to keep her silent; instead he used it as additional physical punishment,\npushing it in so hard and deep that he purposely hurt her mouth and jaw. Giving out the only sound she could make, the\nkidnapped woman moaned in appreciation as he removed the rod which connected\nthe two nipple clamps and had done such a wonderful job of giving her melons more\ncleavage.

\n\n

Still encased\nin black rubber except between her legs, she lay quietly on the bed now, nipples\nstill clamped, legs spread wide apart, rectum filled with massive amounts of\nblack rubber, totally helpless and sexually exposed. He disappeared for a second, then reappeared\npushing one of his favorite mechanical devices. \nFilled with anger-fueled adrenaline, he fast-rolled the fuck-machine\ninto place at the foot of the bed, bringing it from where he’d left it after\nlast using it on the middle-aged bitch he was banging.

\n\n

If not\nrecognizing the machine itself, the newly recruited TV whore lying on the bed\ncertainly seemed to understand the machine’s purpose. Or perhaps it was the huge black dildo on the\nend of the piston arm which pointed directly at her crotch that so frightened\nher. In any case, her eyes grew huge as\nher pupils dilated, and the bitch struggled and squirmed enough to threaten her\nair supply. But in the end it\naccomplished nothing and she finally settled down, laid her head back on the\nmattress and just stared at the ceiling as tears ran from the corners of each\nof her eyes.

\n\n

Along with her\ndemeanor, this classic position of full\nacceptance made it easy to align the\nmachine so the dildo rested motionless right at the red and swollen entrance to\nher already sorely well-worn pussy. The\nhelpless blonde slut raised her head one more time and shook it desperately,\ntrying to get him to stop.

\n\n

But she’d hit him!! And so, now it was her turn to suffer once\nmore. He just stood at the foot of the\nbed and looked down on her without pity. \n

\n\n

The kidnapper\nabsently stroked the welt across his chest a couple of times. Now fully motivated once again, he turned the\nmachine on slowly, letting the blunt head of the dildo shove her bruised labia\naside as it slowly, but inexorably pushed deep inside her pussy for the full\neight inches he’d dialed in. He watched\nas the cunt unsuccessfully tried to move her pelvis to avoid accepting the hard\nrubber, but it all disappeared slowly inside her pelvis as if it were little\nmore than a huge, lubricated slug seeking a warm, moist home for the very first\ntime.

\n\n

As he watched\nas the machine continue slowly, a part of him actually hoped she fucking died\nfrom the machine fuck. He smiled at\nmaximum penetration. A muffled scream\nfilled with despair echoed around the room as the piston arm slowly hesitated as\nit lightly pushed against her bruised cervix for a second at the end of its\nstroke and then smoothly rotated the dildo almost\nout of her belly again…..it was the perfect mechanical devotee for a woman like\nthis.

\n\n

He turned it\noff for a second. Her head popped up and\nshe watched in helpless horror as he poured some additional lubricant on the\ndildo that remained motionless between her legs just nine inches short of its\nmaximum range on each out-stroke of the arm. \nThen he turned it on again and watched the back of her head snap once\nmore onto the mattress as she was fully penetrated again by her coldly emotionless,\nmechanized lover. In and out, in and\nout, the mech-fucking had continued for less than a minute when it looked like\nthe bitch finally gave up trying to avoid the punishment she so richly\ndeserved. It was immediately obvious even\nto the most casual observer that she’d surrendered to the inevitable, willingly\naccepting the hard rubber of machine love. \n

\n\n

After another\ncouple of minutes of letting the appliance have its way with her pussy, he\nturned up the speed, just a little. Now\nhe watched her gorgeous rubber-encased body as it was rhythmically slammed\ntoward the head of the bed at the end of each stroke. Nicely muffled screams of pain and horrified\nanger accompanied each machine blow as it bottomed out in her vagina, every time\nmaking those perfectly firm tits of hers jiggle like twin bowls of blue-veined\nalabaster Jell-O, both mounds capped in turn with the small, inverted rubber\nbowls.

\n\n

This was a\ntrue engine of feminine destruction. While\npart of what he enjoyed here was just the sheer physical punishment that he\ndished out to the stubborn bitch, the maximum shame and humiliation associated\nwith the particular way he was\nsexually abusing his captive was also an important parallel theme. He had to be honest here, at least to\nhimself.

\n\n

While the\npsychological aspect was important, mostly though, he just wanted to use the\nmachine as another tool to break her down physically and turn her from an\nindependent bitch into the totally submissive piece of ass he desired, a victim\nhe could work with. But while watching a\nwoman get fucked into submission by a machine was kind of sexy at first, in the\nend, frankly it was time consuming and about as erotic as watching paint dry…..for\nhim anyway….

\n\n

He was hungry\nand the cunt definitely wasn’t going anywhere. \nAfter pouring more lubricant on the dildo, he left the playroom and went\ninto his kitchen, made himself a sandwich and grabbed a beer from the\nrefrigerator. He didn’t need to check on\nthe bitch for awhile and there was a college game he wanted to watch on\ntelevision.

\n\n

A Professional Woman’s Degradation or\nBack Tunnel Deliveries Were Best Made In Private

\n\n

She just\nwanted to die, to have it all over with and never, ever, have to worry about a\nsingle thing again. Jamie could not only\nfeel it, she could literally hear the tool slamming into her body\nwith each rotation of the wheel. It\nsounded like the hammer from hell hitting a bag filled with mashed potatoes\nover and over again…but it was her body, HER belly that was being filled\nwith each revolution of the machine. She’d\nalready been tortured there, was already raw there, and it really hurt at\nfirst, hurt her a lot there. But she was\ntruly terrified now because she was numb there now, didn’t even really feel it that\nmuch anymore, as it methodically punched into her vagina. She heard it as much or more than she felt it. \n

\n\n

The blonde\ncaptive could only sort of feel a sudden, yet vaguely dream-like distension in\nher vagina as the dildo was pushed into her now. This insertion was always followed by the\nblow between her legs at the end, but all she felt after that was a surprising,\nachingly emotionless emptiness with each quick release as the dildo was pulled\nout.

\n\n

At first, it\nhad felt like the dildo on the machine had rubbed through the thin wall of hyper-sensitive\nflesh separating her vagina and rectum. It had originally felt like the vaginal dildo\nhad been wearing against the massive piece of rubber still pushed up her\nass. But she didn’t even really feel\nthat anymore. She was numb from the\nwaist down and the mechanical defilement of her body had reached the point\nwhere it almost didn’t even feel any more like it was she who was being\nviolated. So in a horrific sort of way,\nit became increasingly easy to almost ignore the never-ending fucking she was\nreceiving.

\n\n

Jamie knew she\nwas losing it! One part of Jamie’s\nconscious mind noted she wasn’t screaming as much now; that she’d become much\nless frantic over the last few minutes. \nShe was essentially accepting\nthe machine’s actions now mentally. It\nwas almost as if the muffled sounds actually emanated from someone else’s\nthroat…as if it were someone else’s body being raped by the coldly impersonal device.

\n\n

Sweat ran down\nher forehead and left her hair hanging in greasy strings. Her head tossed back and forth without\nmeaning on the mattress because she knew…God, she knew with certainty she was\ngoing to die here. Here, alone, in this\nhorrible torture room. Tied to a bed and\nimpaled, literally skewered and filled between her legs; pseudo-fucked and\nslammed and tortured by his machine. Or\nperhaps after he had done other, even more terrible things to her. But in the end, she somehow knew that it was\nthe end…..at least of her dreams and perhaps even her sanity.

\n\n

He came back\nat the game’s half-time. There was no\nway to tell what the bitch saw now for her brown eyes were now mere slits that\nfaced the ceiling. She softly whimpered with every stroke of the machine but\nmade no other sounds. Her blank,\nhalf-sane eyes stared upwards, unblinking, oblivious to his presence.

\n\n

He’d planned\non leaving her with the motorized rapist for a while longer and had even just\nnow put more lubricant on the shaft of the dildo, but then he hesitated at the\nlast second. He finally turned the apparatus\noff but she didn’t respond to his unexpected mercy. So he left her on the bed with the now motionless\ndildo’s shaft still distending her belly as it filled her vagina. He snorted once with approval, then went back\nto the game on TV.

\n\n

By the time it\nstopped, her pelvis was bruised and sore, and the inside of her vagina\nliterally raw. But the paralysis of the panic\nattack which had controlled her at the end was over now, replaced by an almost\nexquisitely spiritual and emotional numbness. \nJamie stared at the white ceiling without thought, without emotion. She was lost. \nShe knew it, he knew it; she knew\nthat he knew it. She wanted to cry, but\ndidn’t have the strength or willpower left. \nAnd so, she just lay motionless on the bed and stared at the ceiling without\nsaying a word.

\n\n

After the\ngame, he removed mechanical rapist, untied and ungagged the new meat. He then dragged the unresisting woman into her\ncell by her stringy, sweaty hair, threw her on her stomach, unlaced her rubber\npants the rest of the way. He removed\nboth the top and bottom. It was\ndifficult to remove the rubber garments from the unresisting woman, but he\nfinally succeeded and then he pulled out the massive anal plug. Most of the time, the little slut just laid\nthere and let him do whatever he wanted to her as he moved her arms and legs\nlike a marionette with the strings cut.

\n\n

But not this\nlast part with the butt plug. She’d\nscreamed a little at this…no, he smirked to himself, he’d actually had to hold\nher down and she’d screamed one hell of a lot as he’d ruthlessly yanked it from\nher rectum.

\n\n

And her high-pitched\nsqueals of pain and passionate screams had pleased him.

\n\n

But best of\nall, as planned, the plug had left her sphincter stretched and gaping wide open,\njust begging to be filled by a man. God,\neven though he’d fucked her tits and pussy up, for a dirty, nasty slut, she still\nhad a gorgeous ass! He knew she already\nhad to hurt like a bitch because he’d really worn out her pussy today. But thankfully, God gave the sluts of the\nworld two major holes along with one minor for a man to work on. And what with the butt plug and all, he was\npretty sure that she knew what was coming next. \nAlthough he knew she didn’t have the strength to even consider fighting\nhim off, the way he looked at it, if she didn’t fight him then she wanted\nit. His black cotton hood now beside\nhim, he lay down on her back and began to indulge his rising urgency.

\n\n

Pinned on her\nstomach, he looked down at his new toy. She\nhad clearly been a virgin this way, of this he had no doubt. He used the tip of his thick cock to play\naround the stretched out entrance of her ass. \nEach time he touched her, he could see her hands contort and go rigid,\nclawing at the futon as he played with her. \nShe tried to push her torso up with her hands but still did not make any\nsound other than hyperventilate; quick, shallow, loud breathing for about twenty\nseconds.

\n\n

But suddenly, for\nhim it was time. He hit her arms and\nknocked her back down on the bed. He’d\nlubricated his rod, but it almost hadn’t been necessary as he slid into her gorgeous\nass up to his nutsack like a Maserati rolling into an empty three-car\ngarage. One thrust and he was buried in\nass-virgin’s heaven! Of course, the blonde\nTV slut didn’t quite look at it like that as she suddenly came to life. She tried to rear up again. Her body shook and she wailed in real pain as\nhis cock buried itself in her gaping, welcoming asshole in one large\nthrust. “Aaaahhhh, aaarrghhhh!

\n\n

She continued\na thin wail in horrified shock at the way he’d just totally filled one of her\nmajor holes without any real preparation. \nHe was deep in her ass but the nasty, little whore still made a puny\neffort to fight him, momentarily grunting and straining as she tried to expel\nhim. He snorted with amusement for her\nweakening efforts pleased him even as he pulled out and then filled her gaping\nhole once more. Then the ass fucking\nbegan.

\n\n

“No! NO!!. \nGoddddd, no!!!” Her screams of\npain always started low and rose several octaves with each penetration. “UghhaahhHH….ugghhhaahHH…ugghhaaahhHH!”

\n\n

Predictably,\nshe soon ran out of energy and then, motionless beneath his pounding hips, the blonde\nslut softly began, between her tears, begging him to stop. Actually a little amused by the strangled\nvoice which floated out of the mattress into which he’d driven the bitch’s face,\nhe instead diverted himself with trying to change the cadence and tone of her\nbegging by continually changing the rhythm of drilling her in the ass.

\n\n

“Goddd….I….I….please…..owwww….uhuhuhuh…..pleasestoppleasestop….ugghhahhHH……stopstopstopstop!

\n\n

But her body\nfelt hot to him underneath the rubber top, seemingly radiating a searing heat\nto every part of his body that lay upon her, especially where she’d hit him\nwith the whip. Genes and countless\nworkouts had molded her ass into twin peaks of beauty that remained hidden, yet\ngloriously offered to him at the same time as they firmly pushed up into his\ngroin; and she just felt so damned good beneath him and around him and on him,\ninvoluntarily clenching his manhood with her every pain-filled, agonized gasp.

\n\n

The nasty\npiece of TV ass groaned with involuntary acceptance of his every thrust,\nsometimes because of the massive amount of meat she was barely able to tolerate\nand at other times because of the way his weight on her back ground the nipple\nclamps she still wore into her breasts.

\n\n

But as much as\nhe might be hurting her, she lay beneath him now without ever struggling once,\nand as he drew closer and closer to release, all the anger and the other hotly conflicting\nemotions he felt towards her melted away to be replaced with a simple sense of\nexultation. Intense exhilaration and\ndark joy literally filled him when he saw how she trembled beneath him. That same momentary glimpse of ecstasy which he\nfelt was also being offered to her now too, something she could feel forever if\nshe just took it inside. But the man who\nhad mounted her was sure the little slut would not be able to appreciate his\ngift.

\n\n

The fire he\nfelt within her body soon radiated even more warmth, licking up into his\nscrotum and very limbs. And all she had\nto do was join him there in the flames. \nBut she remained mostly unresponsive except for the uncontrolled\nspasmodic jerks that he caused every so often; he was sure that she didn’t yet\nunderstand her current and future role in the games he had planned. Becoming a little annoyed at her lack of\nresponse, he pulled on her hair to bring her face into view.

\n\n

Her eyes\nremained closed even with her head pulled up, but the expression on her face\nwas the most horrifying, the most pitiful…..and the most satisfying thing he\nhad ever seen. He reveled in the face of\na woman who realized, without a shadow of a doubt, that a man now possessed her\ntotally and completely. That all hope of\nrescue was gone…..and that this bitter experience would now be hers forever;\nfree to be experienced in her mind again and again, even against her will.

\n\n

Finally he\ncame in her ass. He wasn’t sure that she\neven knew he’d just got his nuts off in her ass, but she sobbed softly when he\nwithdrew from her body. All he cared\nabout was how good he felt.

\n\n

He smiled to\nhimself. She had not necessarily been an\nenthusiastic participant, but the man appreciated her accepting full-on, in\nyour face anal sex on their first real date. \nHe couldn’t speak for her….he wouldn’t presume that…..but he’d certainly\nhad one hell of a good time.

\n\n

Once he was\nfinished, he wiped his dick off on the bedsheet, put his hood back on and left to\nget some food for the slut he’d just used. \nRegardless of what he’d just done to her, or whether she was hungry or\nnot, he knew she needed food to survive the next week.

\n\n

He untied her\nwrists and ankles and helped her struggle back to her cell, where she quietly\nlay down on the futon and curled into a tight ball without saying a word or\nlooking at him. He left and returned ten\nminutes later with a bowl of tomato soup that he’d warmed.

\n\n

He’d locked\nthe cell door, but it had not been necessary for she’d not moved an inch. The hooded man set the bowl on the floor next\nto her and said, “Take all that shit off now, but be careful while you’re doing\nit. You really are a filthy whore and\nyou definitely smell nasty; take a quick shower and get yourself clean.” He looked at her hard, disregarding the fact\nthat he was the reason she smelled so\nbad, “By the way, there’s a disposable razor in the shower. Shave your pussy all the way while I fix you\nsomething a little more substantial.”

\n\n

The whore\nfinally looked at him and tried to speak, forgetting the gag for a second. After a moment, she struggled to unfasten it\nin back. She was exhausted that it\nseemed to fight her every move. It was\ndifficult to even get her arms high enough to reach the back of her neck, but\nafter a few moments, she finally got it off. \n

\n\n

The man said,\n“Bitch, don’t try to say a fucking thing. \nJust do it and we’ll get along fine. \nYou pretend to be an attentive slut on your television show just to\nimprove your ratings. Well, now you get\nto be a whore in real life…..my white sex-slave, my own sweet little personal whore. And the more believable your act, the better\nI’ll treat you.”

\n\n

The man\nstopped for a second, then continued. \n“Look up there,” he pointed to the camera in the corner. “I can see everything you do in here. You try something stupid, I’ll see it and fuck\nyou up again, worse than you could ever dream, and much worse than what you’ve\ngone through already. This is me being a\ngood guy. The lesson here is….don’t\nmistake me for a nice guy. Just do what\nI say and nothing more will happen tonight.” \nThen, after what he considered a companionable silence the man left her alone,\nstill staring at the bowl of soup.

\n\n

He’d just\nreturned and Jamie shook with fear. The\nawful man lowered his hooded head in order to look her in the eyes. He’d hurt her far more than any other person\never had done and she was so frightened of him now. At any other time, Jamie would have mocked\nand laughed at any idiot dressed like him, but not now. His look was fearsome, the look of a man used\nto getting his way, used to controlling women, women like her, and he had\nalready proved that multiple times.

\n\n

“You really\nstink,” he said. “Get cleaned up.” Jamie felt her cheeks flush with heat and her\neyes begin to tear, but she nodded in speechless obedience.

\n\n

He was silent\nfor another moment. “By the way, it’s\nlike this. Cheap piece of ass. Sex slave. \nForced whore. White slavery…all of those have good sounds. So this will continue; we will be\ntogether tomorrow and the day after and the day after that, doing things you may not want to do. But keep this\nin mind; you are nothing but a piece of poorly trained meat to me and what\nyou want doesn’t matter in the end. We’re\nhaving a little two-person play here; you have a major role in it and you WILL fulfill your fucking part even if\nit’s only your mindless body I use. \nWe’ll do it together, either soft and easy or cold and hard….it’s all up\nto you”

\n\n

It was as if\nher mind had just shut down, one part after another, each word echoing in her\nmind. At that moment, the man moved with\na striking display of physical ability. \nShe looked at him with total fear, but felt as if she were watching\nsomeone who was watching him, the fear was overwhelming, but seemed two or\nthree levels away. At the same time, she\nwas still was able to watch him with a certain terrible appreciation for his\nsheer animal ability. Jamie felt her\nshoulders sag in defeat; it was hopeless….it was every woman’s worst\nnightmare.

\n\n

Then the man\ncontinued in a soft, yet still threatening monotone. She listened, but it was hard to comprehend\nwhat he was saying. “Your choices are\nkinda limited, honey. You can assume the\nrole I’ve given you, lay back and cooperate. \nThat might even be a little enjoyable if you can just learn like the\nrough stuff. Or you can go catatonic,\nand let this whole thing consume you. Or\nyou can fight me and die in the end after I’m done with you. Two outta three choices don’t leave much of\npoor little Jamie behind when I’m done. \nIn two of the three, I take my hood off, you see my face and you know\nit’s gonna end badly. But that’s okay with\nme, since I’ll still be getting what I want.”

\n\n

He stopped for\na second and then continued on his way out her cell, “It’s your choice. But remember. \nIn every case, I get what I want. \nBut only one gives you the option of ever getting out of her, of going\nback to your husband. Do I keep my hood\non or do I take it off?”

\n\n

Jamie’s mind felt\nlike it was in a sort of cottony-thick shock. \nShe felt helpless, her life totally out of her control. Once he had left, she cried for a long time. Her mind kept going over the same thing again\nand again. Why was this happening to\nher? She didn’t deserve any of\nthis. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. Finally, she closed her eyes for a second and\njust tried to breathe. She hurt\neverywhere and all she wanted to do was cradle certain parts of her abused\nbody. But she couldn’t; somehow, she\nknew she had to obey him or suffer even more than she already had.

\n\n

Her arms\ndidn’t want to work and it was difficult to figure out how the clamps on her\nnipples worked, but finally she did and removed both of them. Her nipples felt far more bruised now than\nthey had before and began to ache as soon as the blood began to flow back into\nthem. Her pussy felt raw inside. The skin was torn, it ached and throbbed with\nevery beat of her heart. She stunk, her\nskin was sweaty and the welts on her butt itched and stung where she’d been\nbeaten. The small pin-pricks in her skin\nwould not be noticeable in another day, but seeing them still caused a flood of\nself-pity to overwhelm the little rational part of her mind that still\nremained. But none of this even began to\ncompare to how her rectum burned and itched and ached and throbbed.

\n\n

And her brand\nhurt.

\n\n

Jamie\nimmediately covered herself with the bedding, her hands over her eyes, and\ncried for another minute as her shoulders heaved with heart-felt sobs. Done crying for now, she wiped her weeping eyes\nand runny nose on the bedsheet. Only a\nfew short hours ago she had been so proud of her life, so proud of what she had\naccomplished. Perhaps even overly proud,\nespecially of the way that she had always been able to use others. But now the full weight of what she faced from\nthe monster that had taken her rested on her small frame and it just wasn’t\nfair! She was suddenly taken with a\npainful welling of emotion once more in the solitude in her cell. Jamie felt so alone now, so frail and terribly\nalone.

\n\n

Finally, her stomach\ngrowled even though she didn’t feel hungry. \nHer body wanted food but her mind did not. She tried to ignore it but finally the odor\nhad worked its magic. The cooling soup next\nto her smelled good and she was suddenly ravenous; without concern for what he\nhad said, she ate as he had ordered and wished for more.

\n\n

Jamie felt\nfaint after eating and sat on the edge of the futon with her head down on her\nknees. What could she do? An aching emptiness lay behind her, terrifying\nemptiness ahead of her. And right in the\nmiddle of all that barrenness, there were moments of sheer terror that still\nrang in her mind with a crystal clarity she knew must fade or it would surely\ndrive her insane.

\n\n

She wanted to\ncry out at how unfair this was. But\nJamie suddenly understood somehow that she would not survive this ordeal with a\nwhy me attitude. She realized that in all of the history of\nthe world, life truly was unfair more often than not….life wasn’t about fair. \nAfter lying back for a moment and considering this revelation, she\nforced herself to stand even though her shaking knees threatened to\ncollapse. After a moment, she gave a\nsoft groan and staggered to the shower.

\n\n

Jamie liked\nher showers hot. Very hot. While she waited for the water to warm, she\nlooked at herself in the shiny steel mirror that had been screwed into the wall\nabove the sink. She looked like\nhell. Her eyes were red and she had the\nbeginnings of dark circles under them. \nShe turned her side to the mirror and looked at her ass. The bruises there were still red today but\nhad already begun to fade a little….they’d mostly be gone in another day or\ntwo. The internal sexual abuse didn’t\nshow, but surely affected her, physically and mentally, far more than the\nthings he had done to the outside of her body. \n

\n\n

She splashed\nher shaking hand under the water. \nOuch! OK, not that hot. Jamie dialed the scalding water back a few\ndegrees and then stepped into the shower. \nThe full-body trembling began as she stood under the hard spray. After a couple of minutes, she washed her\nmouth out. After a few more moments, she\nwas shaking so hard that the shampoo bottle rattled as she picked it up off of\nthe shelf. She thought of the victims of\nlong-term trauma she’d interviewed as guests on her show. The blank stares, the long silences between\nsentences and the unconnected thoughts which were difficult to articulate, the\nsudden and unprovoked shudders and withdrawals, the seemingly endless supply of\ntears that appeared as if by magic. \nSuddenly, Jamie was determined that this would not be her.

\n\n

Trying to keep\nher hands active, she washed her hair, careful to avoid aggravating the brand\non the back of her neck. Finally, Jamie\nsoaped and cleaned her body, and then cupped hot water and held it against her\naching rectum and labia and vagina and beasts for long minutes. After a moment’s hesitation, she reluctantly\npicked up the disposable razor and shaved her legs and armpits. She stopped and her mouth formed a grim\nline—she wanted to disobey him but was too afraid. So, after another moment’s hesitation, Jamie\nshaved the hair from between her legs.

\n\n

She turned the\nwater off and stood in the hot steam, letting the water drip off of her body. Physically, she felt a little better. But her memories, the scars that she now\ncarried that no one would ever be able to see, these things all weighed on her. She caught sight of her outline in the mirror\nas she towel-dried her hair. For a\nmoment, it hardly looked real. Just the\nvague shape of a young woman with dripping hair; faceless, emotionless, obscured\naround the edges. In a fog. Her reflection reminded her of looking at a\nphantom that no longer existed. \nExtremely drowsy by this time, Jamie could barely keep her eyes open as\nshe brushed her teeth and then wobbled back to bed. She hugged herself tightly as she rocked back\nand forth for a second on the edge of her mattress and then lay down, becoming\nunconscious in less than five minutes.

\n\n

Doing Various Twisted\nThings To Her Unconscious Body or Seriously, She’ll be Fine In The Morning

\n\n

An hour later,\nshe was out like a light, breathing heavily but steadily. The man looked down at the dumb bitch with a\nsmile that would have made her shiver if she’d been awake. He was pleased with himself. He’d guessed right on the maximum dose of\nsedatives; she’d passed out in less than half an hour and would be under all\nnight long. If he’d put any more shit in\nher soup, he could’ve knocked out, maybe killed an elephant. He wanted her, but he didn’t really fucking\ncare what happened to the bitch. Of\ncourse, he’d be annoyed if he had to find some place to dump her body and then\nrecruit another piece of ass for the rest of the week, but if it was necessary,\nso be it.

\n\n

He’d begun\nplanning for this particular moment months ago by taking a short course in\ncosmetic body piercing. The only guy in\na small class that was loaded with loser chicks; it had taken three nights a\nweek over three weeks, but he’d forced himself to finish. And while a significant chunk of class time\nhad been spent on safety and hygiene, these weren’t really high on his list of\nconcerns for this cunt since he planned on setting the bitch free by the time\ninfection was a concern. The man had\noriginally thought that the old bitch he was fucking might have been the first\nrecipient of this particular talent, but he was wrong.

\n\n

After\nsterilizing the equipment, he stuck her in the thumb a couple of times to see\nif she was really out. She didn’t move\nan inch. Satisfied, he then pierced the\noutside of both of Jamie’s nostrils and planted silver studs in each hole. Next he punctured the center cartilage, her\nnasal septum; she moved restlessly as he filled that with a small silver\nring. He waited for a moment before\nmoving his attention from her nose down to her breasts.

\n\n

She moaned once\nor twice during the next ten minutes, but didn’t surface from her drug-induced\nsleep. Finished perforating her bruised skin\nthere, he slid the open ends of what looked like hoop earrings through each of\nthe holes he’d made, and voila! Locked\nrings hung from each of the unconscious woman’s swollen, yet still proudly\nerect nipples.

\n\n

Now he clipped\nthe end of a strand of chain to one of the nipple rings, brought the chain up\nand around her neck and then back down, attaching the free end to the other\nnipple ring. The chain had been measured\nand cut so that it pulled her nipples up slightly when she kept her head and\nshoulders bowed. But when she stood up\nstraight with her shoulders back, when she raised her fully head upright, the\nchain would pull hard on her nipple rings, just hard enough to lift up the tip\nof the entire breast with just that single movement of her head and shoulders.

\n\n

He used\nanother, longer Y-shaped chain to prevent her from removing the one around her\nneck. This chain had a clip on the\nsingle end and two shorter chains connected to the other end. He clipped the single long end of the Y chain\nto the first one at the back of her neck. \nHe then ran the rest of the chain with its two ends down her back,\nbetween the unconscious woman’s legs and then up her stomach. The man clipped each of the two loose ends to\na nipple ring and then shortened the longer piece until the now continuous\nchain was tight on her body, perfectly splitting the labia between her legs.

\n\n

Finally, he\nran a third strong, yet decorative chain rather tightly around her waist and connected it in back, thus pinning the\nvertical chains in back and the front against her body. Then he locked the chain that went from the\ntips of her breasts down between her legs and which came up her back to the new\nwaist chain. It wouldn’t be comfortable,\nbut it would be good reminder of her position on their “team” and of her need\nfor a little more humility.

\n\n

He looked at\nthe woman’s ratty, dried hair and decided to brush it out for a few\nminutes. Finally finished, he patted her\non the top of her head like a good, obedient dog and with a smile on his face\nlocked Jamie in her cell.

\n\n

Day Three

\n\n

He Loved The Smell Of Bondage In\nThe Morning or The Rules Were Different Today

\n\n

Jamie woke\nslowly, floating up from the depths like someone else’s shadow. She woke to darkness, to pain, to a swirling,\nracing tide of dizziness, confusion and fractured memories. She awoke to an all-encompassing lethargy and\ngazed about the dingy cell, wondering at herself and her whereabouts in that\nlittle uncertainty which always followed awakening. She blinked slowly, blindly, trying to\nunderstand.

\n\n

She felt like\nshe was floating in the air with thousands of diaphanous bits of light in orbit\naround her. She’d previously thought\nseeing stars was just the stuff of cartoons, but it was the most magnificent\nand glorious experience imaginable, she decided when—WHAM—she found herself\nback on her mattress in the tiny cell. She’d\nbeen hurt before, but never like this. \nThe pain of yesterday had run everywhere under her skin, as if it had\nbeen racing about on the power of her own heartbeat. And yet, even though she knew that she had\nnever suffered such pain and anguish in her life, it was curiously distant\nnow. As if a part of her, yes, had been\nhurt, but it had been walled off by the dizziness. Held only one imagined half step away from her\ncurrent reality.

\n\n

As she became\nslightly more aware, she realized that her mind was sluggish, almost as if she\nwere dreaming or suffering from a hangover. \nEverything had a fuzzy, disjointed dreamy feel to it and her eyes were\nmatted shut, but they felt far too heavy to open anyway. Her mouth was horribly dry and her tongue,\nstuck to the roof of her mouth, felt thick and heavy.

\n\n

Finally, she\nforced her eyes open for a second, but the light hurt her eyes. Jamie felt unbearably hot and lay still on\nthe mattress pad for a long time. She\nexperienced what seemed like hours of bouts of fuzzy awareness after that, but\nhad no idea if these occurred minutes or hours apart. Suddenly aware that she was naked, Jamie knew\nshe finally was awake and tried to move, to open her eyes.

\n\n

Lightning\nbolts. Even though she realized that she\nached all over, the pain that felt like lightning bolts surging through her\nbrain overwhelmed the pain from the….other thing. Jamie’s eyes bulged and she softly whimpered\nin fright like a little girl. She did\nher best to ignore it - tried to open her eyes, tried to fight through the\njackhammer that suddenly thumped inside her skull, but the agony was\noverwhelming. God, she wondered, what\nwas wrong with her? She’d never felt\nthis bad before. Ever. She’d suffered through hangovers, migraines,\nand a skiing accident that left her with a severe concussion, but in all her\nyears, she had never come close to feeling like this. Hell, it was like she was giving birth\nthrough her nose. The pain was that\nintense.

\n\n

She’d not had\ncoffee in days, but the sudden, bitter taste of coffee filled her mouth. Not an echo of that enjoyed in the past, but\nsomething far more vile. She finally\nregained control after awhile, but still wasn’t sure why she had awakened. All she knew was that her head hurt and\nsomething was different. Suddenly, her\nmemories flashed and she was filled with a nameless fear as she remembered\nwhere she was and some of what he’d done to her.

\n\n

The throbbing\nhad softened finally, reduced to a rhythmic ache, especially between her\nlegs. Her bruised vagina and stretched rectum\nstill ached and throbbed with every beat of her heart, but not as badly as they\nhad last night. The constant fear that\nhad accompanied her during the first part of the kidnapping suddenly brimmed to\nthe surface again. Her mind had\nobviously been working during the night for Jamie realized she had come to a\ndecision.

\n\n

No matter what\nhappened, no matter how much it might hurt or how shameful it might be, she was\ngoing to be good to Daddy; she\nwas going to do her best to give him whatever he wanted without fighting him. If she cooperated, hopefully he wouldn’t feel\nthe need to hurt her so much anymore.

\n\n

Yesterday had\nbrought some things into crystal-clear focus. \nJamie now realized that her whole life had been a lie. She wasn’t nearly as brave or resilient or as\ndetermined as she’d always thought she was. \nShe now knew that she wasn’t a fighter and wasn’t even particularly\ntough. All she wanted was to go back\nhome to her…..husband. The thought of\nwanting to go back to him surprised her and she swore she’d never take him or\nher life of privilege for granted ever again. \n

\n\n

Jamie had\nawakened lying curled on her side. She\nfelt a little nauseous, but her bladder was the worst. She had to go to the bathroom right away, but\nas soon as she attempted to stand she cried out in pain and grabbed her\nbreasts……..something awful was tearing at her chest. In horror, like a blind woman she tentatively\npatted at her chest, felt the chains that went from each nipple and up around\nher neck. At the same time, she also\nrealized that something also ran tightly between her legs, splitting her labia\nin two.

\n\n

She immediately\nwanted to take it all off, but quickly realized that it had all been designed\nso that almost anything she did only made her breasts hurt even more. She patted at her nose and felt her nostrils,\nher pierced septum. The only way she\ncould make the pain go away was to keep her head bowed, as if in submission or\npenitence. She peered in the soft\ndarkness, then her eyes widened in horror as she saw the chains attached to her\naching nipples and which ran both around her neck and between her legs,\neverything then being held in place by a chain around her waist. Oh God! \nShe was so terrified; she had never felt so violated, so humiliated in\nher whole life.

\n\n

She\ndesperately felt around for a catch in back of her neck to remove the chain\nthat pulled so cruelly on her flesh, but there was none. Her eyes misted for a just second; for the\nfirst time in her life, Jamie didn’t just feel weak, she knew she was weak. So much weaker of a person than she would have\nsaid even a day ago. She was helpless, her life was out of control…her life was nothing\nbut a huge emotional roller-coaster…..up and down….up and down.

\n\n

Jamie felt so\nhelpless in the presence of this man, as if she were standing thigh-deep in\nrushing floodwaters; at any moment she could lose it, lose her grip, get swept\naway by her emotions. Just like those\npeople caught in the Asian tsunami.

\n\n

She tried to\nshake off her feeling of hopelessness, to little success. In a short moment of clarity, she tried to\nnurse a small flash of anger which accompanied the deep well of despair that\nthreatened to consume her. But her\ndepression was so powerful that it overwhelmed everything before it.

\n\n

It was hard to\nforce herself to move and the movement felt slow, as if she were moving\nunderwater. Regardless, somehow, she\nstruggled to the bathroom and then leaned against the wall, protecting herself\nfrom making any sudden moves that brought pain from the chain. After a moment, she turned on the cold water\nand put her hands into it. She wasn’t\nsure why…she wasn’t sure of anything, including the passage of time.

\n\n

Abruptly, she\nthrew up into the sink; the watery, curdled remains of what she had last eaten\nslopped into the clean swirl of water and disappeared down the drain with\nit. Her stomach heaved again producing\nnothing but watery bile, then settled uneasily. \nShe cupped her hands under the faucet and after washing her mouth out, drank\na handful of cold, sweet water.

\n\n

Jamie looked\nin the mirror….she looked like a stranger. \nA gaunt middle-aged woman with flyaway hair, her face streaked with\ntears and vomit, terrible chains hanging from the tips of her breasts. Her stomach lurched again, but steadied. Then she cleaned the chains of any filth she\nmay have left on them. She had never\nbeen prone to nausea. Not even when the\npain he had been causing her made her feel like she was being torn apart.

\n\n

This brooding would\nnever do. There was one thin, heavily\nworn cotton hand towel, and she carefully rubbed her face hard with it until\nthe blood had returned and the greenish tinge of nausea had disappeared under a\nhealthier pink. She attacked her hair\nwith her damp hands, flattening the loose strands, then she dried her\nhands. She folded the damp towel and\nleft it on the sink.

\n\n

Finally, Jamie\nmoved to the toilet and sat with her head bowed down almost between her\nknees. She pulled the taut chain away\nfrom her crotch to pee as best she could, but the waist chain and nipple locks\nprevented her from completely removing it without tearing off her nipples.

\n\n

That’s where\nthe monster found her.

\n\n

The kidnapper\nwore a Halloween type mask over only the upper part of his face this time,\nalong with tight, black bike shorts. He entered\nher cell with anticipation and found the dumb cunt sitting on the toilet. The stupid bitch had finally figured out that\nshe was wearing some new silver, but he wasn’t sure if she yet realized that\nshe now sported piercings and metal in other places too. When he had walked in, she’d been in the\nprocess of rapidly wiping herself off and for some odd reason, that’s when she\nmade the delayed connection with the nose silver he’d put in last night.

\n\n

With that\ndiscovery, she just sat on the toilet, a nauseated look on her face as she\nstared at the floor, one hand idly fondling her pierced nipples while the other\ntouched her nose ring and studs in apparent disbelief. Snorting back laughter and without saying a\nword he motioned with one finger, come here.

\n\n

The young\nwoman he now owned gave him a frightened, deer-in-the-headlights look but\nimmediately obeyed. She shuffled towards\nhim quickly, with her head bowed to keep the pressure off of her nipples. This pleased him and gave him a little hope\nfor the future; a relatively smart lady, she seemed much more willing to behave\nnow because of his “counseling” over the last day or so.

\n\n

She stood in\nfront of him with legs spread shoulders-width apart, her hands by her sides and\nher head bowed, swinging chains draped from her body. Whether from the chain’s pressure on her\nnipples, burgeoning respect for her owner or the final remnants of her\nexhaustion, he didn’t care for her posture was perfect for his purposes.

\n\n

Her new Daddy\nlooked at her for a moment before he nodded in satisfaction. He knew she must be a little hungry by now,\nbut he made her fix her hair just so that she could stew in her new chains for\na couple of extra hours before he removed them. \nOf course, the only reason he would be taking them off later was so that\nshe could perform for him.

\n\n

She remained\nhunched over to avoid hurting her nipples and he ignored her pathetic quick questioning\nglances, rightly identifying them as attempts to begin conversation. Her pupils were dilated and she often glanced\nat him for a second before looking away. \nFinally, her face changed as she opened her mouth to speak. In a way, it looked as if a tap had been\nturned on inside her chest and all the feelings and emotions were flooding\nslowly upwards, gurgling and lapping inside her body to fill her up to the\nbrim. But she looked away without\nspeaking—clearly, she’d learned enough over the last few hours to keep her\nsilence.

\n\n

He still had\nnot fed her, but now he watched her face closely as he began to question the\nyoung woman about her previous promises of obedience. He paid little attention to her verbal\nassurances about fully cooperate with him from this point forward. He only gave out uncontrollable snorts every\nnow and then at some ridiculous promise she made, a promise he knew she had no\nintention of ever keeping if she could only get free again.

\n\n

The man knew\nthat most people are telling the truth when they look up and to the left. But when they look up and to the right or\ntheir eyelids flutter, then they are relying more on their imagination, and they\nare therefore intentionally lying or at least their answer cannot be relied\nupon. When he saw these particular proven\ntell-tales coming from his new whore as she answered his questions, he beat her\nno matter how strongly she protested her innocence. He knew this was hard on the continually\nsobbing whore--being beaten for telling the truth is often psychologically far worse\nfor one in her position than being beaten for lying.

\n\n

When she\nnervously touched any part of her body while agreeing to do exactly as he demanded,\nhe also knew it likely meant she was lying and so he beat her for that\ntoo. If her pupils dilated when she told\nhim how she good would act, he knew she was probably lying then too. The same with her licking her lips because\nher mouth was dry—salivary glands tended to dry up when a person lied. He beat her after all of these unintentional tell-tales, always making sure not to\nleave marks on her face or tits.

\n\n

Eventually, it\nseemed to him she finally stopped trying to dissemble and was telling him the\ntruth. She insisted she would be\neverything he wanted her to be, and more. \nBut, he promised himself, even the slut herself would eventually look\nback in surprise at how far she would wind up going just to please him, at what\nshe would eventually wind up “voluntarily” giving him.

\n\n

The kidnapper\nthen gave his new bitch just enough time to eat a tiny cold meal and to brush\nher teeth before he made her put on her makeup. \nLip gloss, eye shadow and liner, blush and bronzer. Then it was time for another rubber suit\nalong with the high-heeled boots. But this\ntime, she was scared and obedient rather than sullen and uncooperative; this\ntime he didn’t have to use force to make her obey nor did he require her to\nwear a hood. She reacted to each of his\ncommands like a robot, obviously frightened and wanting to please him, but with\nher eyes and face dead of all real emotions. \n

\n\n

These things\nin a lover, he told himself, are over-rated.

\n\n

Like the other\nsuit, this one could be opened at the crotch to make it easier to insert\nappliances…..which he did. She groaned\nsoftly even as she “willingly” accepted them inside her body. And as with the first suit too, this one had\nthe two small openings in front for her breasts. But this outfit was more of a ribbed cat suit\nwith a stiff, high rising punishment collar that epitomized the uncertainty and\ntotal lack of control she had over her current life.

\n\n

Finally\ndressed, milky white breasts arrogantly protruding from the suit she wore, the captive\nwoman stood waiting patiently as he pulled her combed-out hair back into a\ntightly severe blonde ponytail, then forced a large black rubber pear-shaped\ngag into her mouth and finished off the look with a strap across her mouth that\nmatched the suit. She had multiple\npiercings in each ear for earrings. He\nattached silver chains to the side of each nostril and draped them across her cheeks\nto a hole in each ear from which he taken earrings.

\n\n

His little\nwhore winced as he finished off the look with the taut silver chain that was\nconnected to the tip of each pierced breast, and which pulled them tightly\ntogether. Another chain ran from each\nexposed nipple up through the nose ring and down to her other nipple. Like her first chain, he had purposely cut\nthis one to be a tight fit and it seemed to cause the chastened TV woman more\nthan a little discomfort.

\n\n

Tough.

\n\n

He put the\nslutty dangly earrings the whore had originally worn back in her ear lobes and\nthen hobbled the bitch’s ankles with a thick silver chain. She wobbled on the high-heeled boots as she took\nsmall mincing steps, her head permanently bowed due both to the nipple-to-nose-ring\nchains she wore and the design of the punishment collar. He was rewarded with repeated groans as she\nwalked around and performed with the huge vaginal dildo he’d inserted earlier,\nbut she still always did exactly as she was ordered.

\n\n

Nice\ndoggy!

\n\n

The contrast\nbetween the black rubber suit, the silver rings and chains and her bright red\nfinger nails made a lovely sight. Although\nobviously still sore because of the way she moved, a nights’ sleep had helped\ntake away some of the pain. Her\nprotruding breasts were compactly beautiful mounds of marbled white skin marked\nonly by the faintest blue tracery of veins and light rose to brown, slightly raw\nand swollen tips that had been captured by the shiny metal chains. But she was a beautiful vision, her breasts always\njiggling and swinging from side to side in firm and upright arrogance as she\nwalked with her unavoidable mincing steps. \n

\n\n

Her hips and\ntightly bound ass-cheeks just beckoned to him, for the pussy insert and\nstiletto-heeled boots had worked just as he had hoped. As the hobbled TV slut moved around the play\nroom for him, her beautifully emphasized and tightly wrapped buttocks rolled in\nan exaggerated and quite erotic movement, her efforts reminding him of the\nsexiest of catwalk models.

\n\n

She wore the increasingly\nsweaty rubber until the early afternoon. \nThe whole time, he played with her like a cat would a mouse. She was totally helpless in his hands. But while she didn’t fight him just as she\nhad vowed, she wasn’t totally cooperative either. So he began to punish her again. She’d promised to try harder at first, but he\nspanked her ass some more for what he perceived as her blatant, less than\nenthusiastic compliance. As additional\npunishment for this possible disobedience, he left her bound and posed on a\ncouple of his full-sized toys for a few hours. \nShe cried and sweated and swore that she knew what he wanted now. But he was unrelenting and the recalcitrant slave\nsuffered for her arrogance.

\n\n

But best of\nall, despite how sore her pussy must have been, he fucked her afterwards, just\nlike before. She grimaced at first with\nthe brutality of his entrance, but was much more cooperative this time, even taking\nthe lead at some points and responding well just as he desired. He well knew that she was hiding the pain she\nfelt, that she was faking her responses and orgasms, but he didn’t care in the\nleast.

\n\n

He wasn’t\nplanning on marrying the cunt and he certainly didn’t want to get to know her any\nbetter either. She was nothing but meat\nto him. Taking her flesh and using it in\na brutally uncompromising manner was all he had ever really wanted from the\nslut.

\n\n

And when he had\nfinished with for the moment, he made her strip off the cat suit and gave her\nonly a little time to recover before making her go on to the next performance\nhe had planned. Now he really was going\nto test her. The captive woman clearly\nhurt everywhere, but that didn’t matter for he had several roles he wanted her\nperform and now was the time for her to begin her acting career.

\n\n

Not A Bad Actress, For The Camera Never Lies\nor This Woman’s Burden Was To Entertain The Backdoor Man

\n\n

Jamie was so\ndepressed that she wanted nothing more than to go to bed and sleep for a week\nafter the last rape. She ached\neverywhere and there was no strength left in her body. There was no anger anymore, no though of\nescape or revenge.

\n\n

Nonetheless, despite\nwhat he’d already done to her, it was obvious he felt no mercy either. The nipple chains were gone for the moment,\nremoved in order to take off the rubber suit. \nHer nipples ached and had been rubbed raw from where his body had rested\non hers as he raped her. The kidnapper had\nalso removed her nose ring, and then thankfully, allowed Jamie to wipe herself\ndown with baby wipes.

\n\n

After allowing\nher to rest for a few minutes, he forced Jamie to fix her hair again and redo\nthe makeup he’d ruined over the preceding few hours. When he felt she was finally ready, the\nrapist ordered her to slip a black garter belt around her waist and don sheer,\nlight pencil-grey stockings with a darker grey welt at the top. Over this, minus bra and panties, she was\nallowed to wear only the short grey, tightly fitting $2500 Valentino Couture\ntunic dress and the $850 grey Atwood stiletto pumps that he’d obviously stolen\nfrom her bedroom closet.

\n\n

She had never\nfelt less sexy in her life. Her makeup\nlooked like it had been put on by a drunken person, her hair was a mess, and\nJamie felt like she still stunk of wet rubber. \nAlso, the semen from his last rape still seeped from between her\nthighs. She hurt all over, and with a\nsense of dread anticipation, she knew exactly what awaited her next.

\n\n

While the\nbitch he had abducted got ready for one of the most important on-camera roles\nof her life, he prepared the scene. The\nrape bed was placed near one corner of the room, the head of the bed about six\nfeet from one wall that was covered floor to ceiling by a glass mirror. Multiple high-intensity lights mounted in the\nceiling shone down on the bed and the corner, covering the small area with an\nalmost blinding glare.

\n\n

Two large\nprofessional video cameras were positioned around the bed, one about five feet\naway and immediately to the side. The\nother at the head of the bed, between the bed and the mirror, and looking down\non the bed, so that the whore would be looking up and into its lens the whole\ntime he was riding her. He could have\nused some of the many small, unobtrusive cameras that he owned, but he wanted\nthe slut to know that he was videoing every move, every sound that she\nmade. It would be more intimidating while\nhe was fucking her and more demoralizing afterwards when she’d had some time to\nthink about having captured the images of what he’d done to her.

\n\n

Two large\ntelevision screens had been mounted, one on top of the other, on the wall\nalongside the bed. The lower screen was\nat eye level if you were crouching on the mattress. The cameras were connected to the TV screens,\nthe camera at the head of the bed set up to feed the upper screen, the camera\nto the side feeding the lower screen. \nBoth cameras had the ability to play back earlier recordings while still\ncapturing the live performances.

\n\n

He ostentatiously\nplaced a medium-sized butt plug near the base of the second camera; he had some\ndefinite ideas about what direction this was all headed. Next, he hung two large white king-sized bed\nsheets from the ceiling about ten feet from the foot of the bed, blocking the\nrest of the torture room from the view of the camera at the head of the\nbed.

\n\n

Finally ready\nfor her next performance, he looked back at the bitch slowly putting on the\nlast of her makeup and got hard just thinking about what he was going to do to\nher. It was obvious to him that the reluctant\nslut was dragging things out things in her little haven for as long as she\ncould and still avoid being punished. Regardless\nhowever, she was finally ready for him after having brushed her long blonde\nhair out one last time.

\n\n

The masked man\nturned both cameras to record and then beckoned her with two crooked fingers to\ncome out of what had almost become the safety of her cocoon-like cell and over\nto the blindingly lit bed in the corner of the room. The helpless woman that he had abducted had\nlearned a few things about what was acceptable behavior under his tutelage; she\nhad to know exactly what was coming but she stood docilely by the side of the\nbed, head bowed and with her hands at her side.

\n\n

He knew that\nshe had to ache in every part of her body. \nIt was too bad that she was such a whore, for she looked perfect to him\nat this moment, absolutely fucking gorgeous. \nShe’d spent a lot of time on her eyes, emphasizing them with liner and mascara,\nand a nice light-red gloss exquisitely accentuated the lush contours of her\nlips. The tight grey dress she wore had\nbeen tailored to embrace her breasts, cupping them and emphasizing their firmly\nupright and out-thrust beauty before dropping down to hug her tiny waist; its\nlength ended barely two inches below the bottom swell of her amazing ass.

\n\n

The sheer,\nvery light-grey nylons on her legs gleamed dully and shimmered in the glare of\nthe lights with her every move, and the grey high-heels added at least five\nadditional inches of spiked loveliness. She\nstruggled with the dress’s hem, trying to pull it down a little every time she\nmoved. The dress was so short that about\nhalf of the darker-grey stocking welts at the very top of her muscular thighs\nwere visible with her every move….the dress absolutely had not been designed to\nbe worn with stockings, but man, oh, man, did it ever result in one hell of\nfucking sexy look.

\n\n

He just looked\nat the beauty of his captive for a moment before he touched and stroked her\nbreasts. She stiffened and her head came\nup….and he pulled her to him and gave her a long deep French kiss. His tongue probed her mouth for a moment without\nher responding and then he stepped back and without a word of warning, he threw\nher on the bed on her stomach. His whore\ncried out in fright as she bounced once and then he used her hair to drag her\nto her hands and knees. The violence of\nhis unexpected move was shocking and mentally debilitating.

\n\n

Left hand full\nof thick, blonde hair, the masked man slapped the side of his slut’s head again\nto remind her of her new position in life, then pulled his bottoms off, climbed\nonto the bed, knelt to her rear and arranged himself for a moment. She sobbed softly as he moved but never once\nmade a move to defend herself from him.

\n\n

Finally, he\nmoved up against her hips as his hands slowly raised the hem of the tight grey\ndress higher and stroked the backs of the slickly-stockinged thighs that he’d\nbared for the side-positioned camera. The\nvictim’s short dress was now up around her waist, exposing her firm thighs and bare\nbottom. It was time to see if she was\nready yet.

\n\n

She didn’t\ndare look at him. But as Jamie knelt on\nthe bed doggy-style and he had stood by the side of the bed, she could actually\nsee him for the first time out of the corner of her eyes. While she’d taken the brunt of his fucking\nfor two days, she’d never really seen him. \nHis chest was more heavily muscled than most men she’d been with. She’d never taken comparative anatomy, but\nshe’d been with quite a few men. And\nthis man qualified as extremely well-endowed no matter whom one made\ncomparisons to.

\n\n

His organ was\nbrutishly thick along all of its length and girded by a net of darkly swollen\nveins. The huge head pounded like a\nheart from the blood that had forced its way into it and its lust-widened slit\nwas already weeping pre-ejaculate. She\nknew her expression changed when she saw him like this, and she was humiliated even\nmore when she felt a tinge of pink creep onto her cheeks.

\n\n

Then he moved\naway and climbed onto the mattress behind her. \nShe felt the monster’s hand probe between her legs and she instinctively\nhunched her back in a weak attempt to protect her most intimate area. Too late, she realized how even this tiny act\nof defiance infuriated the man that controlled her life now, but luckily he\njust slapped her on the side of the head after giving her wrist an awful\ntwist. She cried out once more in pain\nand then froze as he leaned against her rear and rubbed his hard length up and\ndown the length of her butt crack.

\n\n

“Are you ready\nfor me yet, honey?” the man asked softly. \nJamie felt a hand on her buttock and froze. The man spit and she felt it land in the\ncrack of her buttocks. His coldly\nuncaring finger smeared the warm liquid up and down to work it in and then he\nspit again. \"Nope, you’re not\nyet.\"

\n\n

Her eyes\nteared up and began blinking wildly as he slid the tip of his finger slowly\ninto her anus, \"But you will be.\"

\n\n

He spit again\nand pushed slowly until it was buried deep inside her. Then, he twisted it\nslowly in a circle. \"You’re going to look great on film.\"

\n\n

Jamie winced\nas he slid it in and out of her bottom, pushing deep, pulling it nearly all the\nway out. Suddenly, she felt him stop and\nthen slowly remove his finger. Now he\ntook a few more moments to run his hand up the inside of her nylon-covered legs\nonce more all the way up to her shaved vagina and then cup her there like she\npossessed a treasure he had just found. \nSoon this bored him and he began to pay attention to her ass again. She shuddered at his touch, but it didn’t\nstop him, for he touched her there once more and then dragged his manhood along\nher flesh. Her mind frozen, Jamie stared\ndown at the bed; refusing to look into the mirror to see the weapon he was\ngoing to use to destroy her life.

\n\n

Her hips were\nshaking so hard she was afraid she would collapse and as she felt the slightly\nweeping head of his erection leave a wet, sticky trail on the skin near the\ncrack of her buttocks, his hands gently parted her there. She actually felt her sphincter tighten at\nthe thought of what she knew he planned to do. \n

\n\n

He spoke matter-of-factly\nas he moved into position, “I know you’re not a virgin at this because I’ve\nalready been there before, with you. You\nknow what’s coming and you already know how it’s gonna to feel.”

\n\n

Then he\nconfused Jamie by asking, “Where have you put the plug?

\n\n

Confused, she\nstammered, “I…I don’t know where it is.” \nThe man then spit again and slid his finger back inside her, quickly\nfollowed by a second finger. She\ngroaned. \"Oh, I see. So, you are so\nanxious for this, you don't think you'll need help dilating.\"

\n\n

It took Jamie a\nmoment to process what he had said, and then she cringed because that wasn't\nwhat she’d meant at all. It was immediately\nclear now that he was performing to the camera. \n“No! That’s not what I\nmeant….!”

\n\n

The monster\ninterrupted her faltering reply with a question, \"You are so anxious to do\nthis, so anxious to become a video ass-slut that you refused my\noffer?\"

\n\n

He slid a\nthird finger into her. She didn’t want\nto play his game anymore and she moaned softly, \"Please, Daddy!. It hurts when you do that. Please, stop for a minute.\"

\n\n

He waited for\na moment, as if to allow her anticipation….or her dread…..to build, and then he\ncontinued as he confirmed her worst fears. \n“I’m going to give you another almighty ass-fucking, and you’d better\npretend to like it for the cameras. You\nknow exactly what I want because you and I’ve done it once already and only god\nknows how many times you’ve already done it with other men.”

\n\n

She sobbed\nonce deep in her throat, but somehow managed to maintain the appearance of\ncontrol.

\n\n

He chuckled\nfor the cameras as he removed his fingers from her body. “A slut with your experience? You’d better groan with enjoyment the whole\ntime I’m on you, just like the street-whore-that’s-made-good that we both know\nyou are and pretend that you’re loving every minute of it, every inch of\nit. I want to hear you begging for more\nthe whole time, and telling me how good it feels or I’ll cane your ass for good\nand then give you back to the hook for another couple of hours. Understand?” \n

\n\n

Her eyes\nsnapped up to meet his in the mirror. \nThe masked man that was in the process of destroying her life stroked\nher bottom again and said, “You KNOW\nyou don’t want to ride the hook again.” \nShe shook her head wildly in agreement, hair flying. “And by the way, when you’re talking to me,\nremember to call me Master or Daddy. As\nusual, either one works with me. You stupid\nlittle whore, this is important….do you understand all of this?”

\n\n

She had\nglanced down in the mirror from his eyes to his waist as he had begun to talk but\nthere was nothing to see for he was hidden from view by her own body. As if reading her mind, the man had then\nmoved enough to the side that she could see all of him. He was hugely ready for her. God! Please, God. \nNot that, not again she thought to herself He was too big….he would kill her. \n

\n\n

Jamie knelt\nfacing away from him and in her terrified condition didn’t respond quickly enough\nto please him. Angered by her lack of\nresponse, she saw him raise his open right hand in the mirror and spank her\nbutt cheek hard, the sharp, flat sound echoing around the room like the crack\nof doom. She jumped at the burning contact\nof his hand on her ass.

\n\n

“Understand,\nyou whore?”

\n\n

With that\nphysical contact, the monster seemed to have broken through the stupor that\ncontrolled her and Jamie frantically nodded her understanding. She answered him in what sounded like a\nlittle girl’s voice, “Yes, Daddy. I\nunderstand and I’ll do whatever you want that pleases you.”

\n\n

Then, as much\nas she wanted to be strong, she hated the tone in her voice as she begged him,\n“But please don’t hurt me too much, Daddy! \nDaddy, please don’t hurt me!!”

\n\n

While her\nbegging seemed to please the masked man, at least for the moment and satisfied\nhis need for control, the worst part was how it seemed to excite him even\nmore. No more saliva! He poured lubricant on both hands now and\nthen reached inside her body with a finger from each hand to pull her\napart. Jamie cried out sharply in discomfort\nand shock even as she somehow forced herself to remain frozen in position ready\nto receive him. He tugged some more,\nmoving his fingers from side to side and top to bottom, and then, somehow, he\nwas suddenly using four fingers, two on each hand to stretch her out.

\n\n

Then it was\ntime.

\n\n

She suddenly\nfelt nauseous. Jamie breathed through\nher nose and closed her eyes as she felt the masked man rearrange himself\nbehind her. She was fighting down the\nbuilding panic when the tip of his monstrous tool touched her in that place…..the place that was right\nfor him but not for her….. Jamie felt\nherself cringe uncontrollably, her back arching helplessly as her body tried to\nprotect itself from what she knew was coming. \nThe act was provocative without meaning to be so, even as she felt the\ninner skin of her butt-cheeks rubbing against the head of his huge erection as\nhe moved against her. Jamie sucked in\nher suddenly aching belly as a wave of horrified dread ran through her. At the same time, her stretched sphincter\ntightened uselessly against the oncoming assault.

\n\n

He had not\ntaken the time to patiently dilate Jamie as he had the last time he’d sodomized\nher. She shuddered in terrified\napprehension as the tip of his lubricated erection opened her up this time once\nmore, but this time with ease and the greased rod again began slide inside her\nbody with little difficulty.

\n\n

Her insides\ncontracted mightily as she internally fought against this invasion one more\ntime. Oh God, not again, Oh God, not again….this phrase went through her\nmind over and over again. Jamie’s thought’s\nraced; she didn’t want him to hurt her anymore but she certainly didn’t want\nthis either; didn’t want to be sodomized by him in front of a camera, didn’t\nwant to be treated like a prostitute in front of cameras, didn’t want to\npretend that this was something she did all the time.

\n\n

Her sphincter was\nunable to slow him down and the pain of his entrance was just as shocking all\nover again as it had been the first time, almost overwhelming in its intensity. Panic’d, she tried to say something to make\nit obvious on the video that she wasn’t a voluntary participant! “No,” she gasped suddenly, “this wasn’t …it\nisn’t.…oh…. ohhhgodddd…. uhhhhhhhh….ohmygodohmygod… aaahhhHHH!”

\n\n

She ended with\na high-pitched squeal of anguish and pain because he’d finished drilling her in\none monstrous thrust….there was no dignity in this and speech was beyond her\ncapability at that moment. Her back\narched in response to the sheer physicalness of what he had just done to her\nand Jamie felt her vision dim. It felt\nlike someone was trying push a telephone pole through her anus in an attempt to\npuncture the top of her skull. Massive fire\nburned her rectum and the hugely extended flesh there while agonizing, ravening\nshards of pain ripped at Jamie’s insides as her organs were brutally pushed\naside with the first appearance of his huge presence.

\n\n

Jamie wanted\nto scream her pain, to howl her overwhelming anguish at what he was doing to\nher. But she couldn’t—somehow, this\nwoman who was filled with so much agony still knew better than to give voice to\nthat urge. And so she locked her jaw in\na grimace which was filled with the knowledge of her pain. She could only groan in speechless agony for\nthe camera’s lenses as the sensations emanating from between her legs and\ninside her pelvis controlled her whole world. \n

\n\n

He was\nHUGE! It was TOOOO MUCH!

\n\n

Somehow, Jamie\nhad been transported back into a feudal life where concepts like fairness and\nfreedom and personal rights had suddenly disappeared. She was a woman, a victim he had created\nthrough his own machinations and there was nothing she could do to stop\nhim. He was a man who temporarily taken\ncontrol of her life, and of anything she had which he wanted.

\n\n

Jamie’s head\nsnapped up at a particularly brutal thrust from behind and the muscles in her neck\nand shoulders froze likes blocks of ice. \n“Daaaddddeee, pl…pl…please stopppPPPP!!!”

\n\n

She lowered\nher head as he continued. Jamie’s face\ncontorted again and again as she tried not to cry out in her agony. For God’s sake, she was a television professional,\na distant part of her mind cried out. \nShe was a woman who’d hosted a mid-morning TV show for several years, so\nshe knew exactly what the camera captured and how it worked. And it was for this reason that this tiny\npart of Jamie’s mind knew exactly what she looked like at that moment….like\nsome kind of maniacal…meat puppet….being controlled by the man who knelt to her\nrear.

\n\n

He thrust and\nshe responded—unartfully, naively, inexpertly---innocently. She couldn’t help but respond to what he was\ndoing to her. In fact, her responses\nwere remarkably measured and precise in some ways despite her inexperience at\nanal rape. He thrust and she responded. And while her reactions may not have been\nexactly what he wanted, Jamie felt her body giving him the perfect response to\nwhatever he did. And each of her\nterrible, accompanying facial expression during this awful dance exactly mirrored\nhis every move with just a nanosecond’s delay. \n

\n\n

It felt like\nhe was tearing her sphincter apart and in addition to the tearing, cramping\npain of the penetration, Jamie suddenly felt her insides almost….stirred by his massive erection, and she\nfelt this monstrous, terrible constipation, like she had to take this huge bowel\nmovement, a shit that would register in the annals of the world. The pain associated with his actual\npenetration was suddenly joined by the extreme discomfort of “….trying to hold\nin the biggest crap she’d ever imagined.”

\n\n

That this\nfeeling was a natural response of her body and was completely beyond her control\nwouldn’t matter to those watching the video currently being captured by the\ncameras.

\n\n

Enjoy a little\ncomedy while you watch a woman being destroyed….

\n\n

Jamie’s eyes\nbulged unattractively as he pushed even deeper into her body. Her lips once more pulled into a stern-looking\ngrimace while her jaw locked tight and she ground her teeth together, trying\nnot to cry out again. Jamie suddenly\nrealized now that even though she had been in terrible discomfort and real pain\nfrom the huge butt plug he’d made her wear just before he’d first taken her\nthis way, she also had not understood just how much it’s dilating effect had\nhelped prepare her for anal rape. And\nwhile the terrible mass of black rubber had been appallingly wide and inhumanly\nuncomfortable at its’ widest point, at least that part of the butt plug had\npassed into her rectum fairly quickly, allowing her sphincter to adjust to the\nrelatively small base.

\n\n

But not this\ntime! This time it was Daddy’s massive\nerection that had forced its way inside her and it was the root of his cock which\nkept her stretched flesh pried open. She\nknew exactly how big he got because she’d just seen him in the mirror and he’d been fucking her constantly\nwith it. But her ass had not been properly\nstretched out for him this time and his cock didn't shrink back to anything\nremotely resembling the black butt plug’s narrow base!

\n\n

This meant her\nrectum was initially quite unprepared to remain stretched painfully,\nunnaturally wide open for as long as he was inside her! Jamie shuddered once more as she felt more of\nthe flesh of his iron-hard erection scrape and slide along the opening to her rectal\ncanal and then push deep inside her colon, always continuing to open up more of\nher bit by bit as its’ thick, blunt tip possessed more and more of her body’s\ninterior.

\n\n

Her body shuddered,\nshaking almost as if with fever. But she\nstill supported his full weight on her hips as she was forced began accepting\nhis love-meat’s exploration of the deeper parts of her unprepared rectum. Jamie groaned deeply, uncontrollably, into the\nunfeeling lens of the camera once more. \nStruck by sudden abdominal cramps which doubled her over even more, she\nfelt like vomiting, but her stomach was too empty.

\n\n

God, the\nlittle slut felt good, her ass tightly wrapped around his cock. And bitch’s taking it well too, he thought to\nhimself, as he slowly shoved another inch up her tight asshole. He was tired of going easy on her. The TV bitch, the beautiful whore that so\nmany men had masturbated over while watching her fucking piss-ant show on TV,\nshe was his for as long as he wanted. \nHis to do with as he pleased. And\ndoing exactly THIS to the slut\npleased him immensely; it just felt so dammmnnn good. It felt so good to almost encircle her tiny\nwaist with his hands; it felt great to slide his hands up to her hips to\ncontrol and direct her every movement, to know that he owned her shapely\nass-cheeks that bulged out only for his\npleasure now while she knelt in this position just for him. It gave him so much pleasure to know that he alone possessed her firm, quaking ass\nflesh for as long as he desired. His\nalone to control as he pried and pumped and forced her ass wide open, making\nthe perfect entry into her exquisite body exactly along the line of her spine.

\n\n

He stopped\nwith his cock half buried in her flesh and slapped the back of her head almost\nplayfully; he’d known her type as soon as he’d seen her on that stupid show of\nhers. Playing cutesy on the air to make\nherself a little more likable, she was the type of bitch who always got what\nshe wanted in real life, who felt so supremely superior to men and so confident\nabout her future because she was able to use people. He didn't even need to know anything about\nher in order to tell what a self-centered bitch she was….it would have been\nobvious to anyone who could see if they would’ve only looked.

\n\n

In the\nbeginning, even bound and tortured while he’d first fucked her, he knew the\ncheeky bitch’d tried to talk down to him through her gag. Well, she was definitely getting what she\nwanted although he didn’t hear her talking much now….or perhaps it was what he\nwanted her to have? Didn’t really matter\nmuch either way, as long as it was his\ndick that kept all of her holes filled for as long as he wanted to keep her\naround.

\n\n

Her sphincter\nhadn’t begun to stretch much yet, so it was still tightly clamped around the\nmiddle of his erection since he still hadn’t pushed it all into her. He looked into the mirror to watch her grimacing\nface and felt the need to play a little. \nHe pulled out a couple of inches, hesitated for a moment and then threw\na vicious fuck into the slut’s ass to recover the lost territory and add much\nmore. He smiled as he was rewarded with\nanother soft wail from his obedient ass-whore as she involuntarily hunched her\nback and her head raised up in agony.

\n\n

But it had not\ntaken long to fix that smugness and pride, he reminded himself as he looked\ndown on her with more than a touch of fierce pride. Bitch was weak just like so many of the\nothers like her. Hadn’t taken long at\nall to remove that natural superiority she’d flaunted over others less\nfortunate than she. In fact, the bitch\nhad become much more submissive and compliant as he’d continued to work on\nher. And in the end, he assured himself\nfor the twentieth time, any sense of control and arrogance had literally been\ntortured and fucked from her body.

\n\n

He looked down\non the slut that crouched on the bed under him with his cock rammed all the way\nup her ass now. She shuddered and her\nback hunched, then her hips bounded once almost like a bucking horse—he rode\nher like a goddammed cowboy and kept every inch buried where it felt good. The young blonde beauty who had been so proud\nand superior on TV only a week ago now acted like any other ass-whore, a slutty\nvictim who now could only groan in pain and live out her total humiliation in\nfront of the camera.

\n\n

Jamie gave\nalong gasping cry, her back arching as she furtively tried to buck him off, but\nhis long, hard rod was buried so deeply inside her hips now that it held her\nfrozen, unable to move any more. Jamie\nwas desperate, her eyes were closed even as her mind was racing Oh dear God, he’s not in all the way and\nhasn't even started to pump yet and it hurts so, ooooohhh eeeeeieeeeee!

\n\n

The man behind\nJamie had grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled back, jerking her head\nup and forcing her to fully face the camera. \nHis pelvis moved at the same time and as soon as she was facing the\ncamera he took his first long stabbing thrust into her ass, for the first time burying\nhimself almost up to the base of his cock in her body.

\n\n

Jamie shuddered\nand then squealed in terrible distress as she was suddenly, finally filled with\nhis terrible meat. Then it began for\nreal as his hips began to piston, driving himself into her asshole with a\nfiercely demanding, malefically male rhythm that never seemed to slow. Her previously torn sphincter instantly began\nto burn red hot as it’s still tightly stretched, protective muscles flexed in\nand out along the shaft of his cock with his every driving move.

\n\n

Perhaps most\nembarrassing of all to Jamie, the terrible sounds of her being sodomized were\nbeing captured forever on video. \n\"Phut! Phut! Phut! \nPhut! Phut!\"

\n\n

Jamie couldn’t\nbreathe. She was coughing, spittle\nflying from her lips as her body convulsed with each deep, gut-wrenching fuck\nthat the terrible man threw into her. \nJamie’s face was continually captured by the frontal camera, and she\nknew that the emotions which streamed from her and across the camera’s lens\nwere a study comprised equally of a victim’s pure horror intermixed with the\npain of a massive anal rape. Between the\ntwo cameras, Jamie knew it seemed masked man had driven himself so deeply\ninside her ass that when he finally came inside her, everyone watching would\nthink that his cum must end up shooting out of her mouth and onto the bed\nmattress.

\n\n

\"Ugh,\nugh, ugh, ugh, urrrrrrggggg!\" Jamie\ngroaned and cried in unison with the increasingly desperate and maniacal grunts\nof effort from the thrusting man who had mounted her from the rear and who was\nso closely holding her hips now.

\n\n

Her ass-hole\nwas still tight on him, hot and moist and skintight, but he’d stretched her out\nnow for his greased cock was moving much more freely into her body with each\nhard thrust up the small woman’s ass. After\na minute he was in full fuck-mode and the rape bed was rattling and bouncing,\ninching closer to the camera in front of the mirror. At this point, he began giving a running\ncommentary.

\n\n

\"Ugh….tell\nme….how much….you want it…..whore. \nUgh…..ugh….oh fuck….bitch….I'm so…..fucking….deep…..in……you….you…..whore….uuggghh…yeah…ah….ah….ah\nman….I’m gonna…….oohhhhh yahhhhh!\"

\n\n

He rose on his\nknees to change the angle of his cock’s entry into the bitch‘s body and to get\nan even deeper slant on her ass. The whore’s\nresultant high-pitched squeal of pure pain pleased him immensely and excited\nhim even more. \"Yeah that's…ugh….better….uuggghh…..take\nit….bitch….take it…..ugh, ugh……oh baby…..you little whore….I think…..I’m\ngonna….split you….in half!\"

\n\n

Jamie was\nshuddering under his driving need, her head hanging down and thrashing from\nside to side, her eyes wide with terror……and she fully agreed with his comments\nabout her body being split in half. She\nsquealed and shrieked at the same time, \"Oh God…… uggh ……. owowowowww\nstopppp … daddd ….. eeee …. Pleeee ….. eeeee …… ease stop!\"

\n\n

The man that\nmade his captive call him Daddy pulled on her hair again, raising her face to\nthe camera as he slapped her across the side of her head. This made his ass-whore squeal even more like\na sex pig with shock and surprise at the blow. \"I want to hear you beg for\nmore, you cunt. Ride it like you mean\nit, you bitch!”

\n\n

The man who\nhad kidnapped her was frenzied now, pumping his meat into her like a\nmaniac. The pain, the humiliation, the pushed\ndown anger, it all coalesced into a white hot hatred that she screamed into the\ncamera with every thrust, and this seemed to please him at least for the\nmoment. He changed speed continually,\nfirst increasing, then slowing the rhythm and then increasing it again, over\nand over. In the end, it seemed that\nhe’d finally had enough.

\n\n

He began to\ncum inside her. She couldn’t really feel\nit when he came inside her there, but through her teary eyes she could see the\nterrible man in the mirror at the head of the bed as he ejaculated into her\nbody. Once more, Jamie felt her\nhumiliation was complete.

\n\n

His hands held\nher hips with an iron grip and his straining face was pointed towards the\nceiling as his neck muscles tensed with the delivery of his semen into the\ndarkest, most forbidden part of the bitch’s body. The backs of her nylon-covered thighs slid\nand slickly rubbed against the front of his thighs. His eyes were closed in sheer pleasure as he\nfaced the ceiling while his groin pressed hard against her firm butt-cheeks\nagain and again, his hips moving in short pumping motions so that he could send\nhis burning love deep inside her, exactly where his genes told him it needed it\nto go.

\n\n

The feeling of\ndelivery was exquisite, the simultaneous relaxation in his groins which\nfollowed wonderful. He pulled back\nslightly and then pushed back in for one final deep delivery into her captive,\nless-than-willing asshole.

\n\n

And then it\nwas over….at least for now. She was\ncrying softly again as he collapsed over her shaking hips, panting heavily as\nhis cock slowly began to soften and shrink, sliding slickly from her hard-used asshole\ninch by softening inch.

\n\n

It was easy to\nignore the sounds of her weakness.

\n\n

He Was Not A Man To Be Denied His Pleasure or\nSloppy Seconds Were Acceptable During Her Descent Into Madness

\n\n

Once he was\noff his sweet little piece of ass, she summoned the courage to turn away from\nhim and lay on her left side facing towards the wall and away from him. While this small act of independence annoyed\nhim a little for he wanted to see his fuck-toy’s face, he smiled in\nanticipation as he reached over the head of the bed and picked up the butt plug\nhe had placed there earlier. He spooned\nin towards her body and authoritatively pushed on the back of her uppermost\nleg, her right nylon-covered thigh. The\nyoung woman he had just sodomized obediently moved her right knee towards the\nwall while leaving her left leg still extended on the bed.

\n\n

As planned,\nthis opened her up for him. He inhaled\nquickly. The smell afterwards of a woman\njust fucked in the ass was different from that of one taken vaginally—harsher\nand almost atavistic, more ancient and primitive and animalistic. A woman well-fucked in the pussy puts out all\nsorts of pheromones and intangible scents which acted on a man at a bone-deep\nlevel. Ass-fucking a whore like this\njust didn’t give him the same turn on afterwards.

\n\n

He ignored the\nerotic, slippery whisk-whisk of nylons rubbing against each other that would\nnormally have aroused him again and with one smooth move he spread her\nass-cheeks. She was a little nasty but\nhe ignored what was draining out and drilled the butt-plug a full four inches\ninto her gaping, well-used asshole.

\n\n

She gasped in\nshock, but never moved her hips to avoid him. \nHe put his hand on her shoulder and clenched hard to ensure her\nobedience, but that was unnecessary. She\nfroze then, fully accepting the remainder of his gift without further\ncomment. He’d liked to have seen her\nface, but hell, you couldn’t win them all. He’d be able to see her face in the mirror\nwhen looking at the video taken from the side angle and that was all he\nneeded.

\n\n

He looked at\nthe back of the ass-whore he’d just used and knew she wasn’t going anywhere for\na while since she’d just given him one hell of a good ride and had to be\nhurting as a result. He looked down on\nher and despite the wonderful feeling of satiation which suffused his body, he had\nto admit that she was truly a gorgeous piece of ass.

\n\n

Sheer stockings\ncovered her long shapely legs. Even lying\non her side like this, her ass stuck out enough to tell a guy that she was\nperfect back there, big and muscular, firm and still without the blemish of\ncellulite or saddle bags. Her thighs\nwere a little larger than one might expect from the dresses she habitually wore,\nbut goddammed, did they look good with nylons going more than half way up. A tiny waist and good high tits which wore his\njewelry. Long dark hair with his brand\nrecently placed under it.

\n\n

This was his piece of ass, and it was a stellar\npiece.

\n\n

He took a\nchance and left her lying on the bed, going for a drink after locking the door\nto the play room. He was gone for about\nten minutes and after cleaning himself off, returned with two beers for himself. She still hadn’t moved on the bed but now\nthere were suspiciously soft weeping sounds. \nHe snorted to himself; no skin off of his ass. Then he laughed at his inadvertent pun.

\n\n

He turned the\ncameras off and settled to the floor with his back to the wall. Time to kill a couple of beers. He was so relaxed after getting his nuts off\nin his little bitch’s love canal one more time that he almost dozed off after\nhalf an hour. Time slowly passed for\nboth of them. Finally, he was feeling\nenergized and ready to go again. He\nlooked over at the slut and saw that she hadn’t moved for quite a while.

\n\n

He stood up,\ngrabbed her hair and made his well-used captive sit up on the edge of the\nbed. She looked at him a little\nlopsided, forced to lean to one side as she sat on one buttock because of the\nblack rubber plug that filled her ass. Her\nface was red and blotchy from crying, and she avoided looking at him in the\neyes; sort of like a rabbit trying not to look at a rattle snake.

\n\n

For some\nunknown reason, he was suddenly disgusted with the weak-assed bitch. “Get over there and clean yourself up, you’re\na fucking mess. Fix your hair and makeup\nand then get back over here.”

\n\n

She silently\nnodded her understanding, slowly rose to her feet and then pulled the hem of her\ndress down as far as it would go. Now\nready, she took one step towards the presumed safety of little cell and the\nsafety it represented. She cried out\nsoftly at the first step and then grabbed her abdomen before her hands moved\nlower. Still cradling herself, she\nlooked at him with tears beading in her eyes. \nAfter a moment, she took one stumbling step, and then another, towards\nher shower.

\n\n

He snorted\nagain at her attempt to walk normally; the major ass-fucking he’d just given\nher followed by his gift of the big butt plug made the young blonde woman about\nas bow-legged as any cowboy that had been riding horses for fifty years.

\n\n

“You got ten\nminutes, bitch, no more,” he hollered at her back.

\n\n

Once she was\nin her cell, he used a tube of cherry red lipstick and wrote a few notes on the\nmirror for his anal lover. This was, he\nmused to himself, almost like grade school for her….her first schooling in how\nto please a dominant lover with her ass. \nHe was definitely the teacher here, and he demanded high levels of performance. And if she was a particularly slow and\nreluctant student who always needed a little help, a little prompting to ensure\nmaximum anal participation, why then, who was he to deny her these cheat notes?\nFinally, he gathered a few more items from around the room and placed them near\nthe head of the bed, but covered by the sheet. \n

\n\n

Jamie hated\nhim as she slowly limped back to the bed after fixing herself up as he’d\nordered, but she hated herself and her weaknesses even more. She tugged on the hem of her dress and shifted\nslightly from one heel to the other as she stood uncomfortably in front of him,\nbearing as best she could his visual inspection.

\n\n

The anal plug\nwas still quite uncomfortable; worse, she knew exactly why he’d made her wear\nit and was filled with dread for what she knew must come next. She could tell that the cameras had already\nbeen turned on again as she stood in front of him for his assessment and\nsubsequent nod of approval. “Better,” he\nsaid, as if he were some kind of expert on what a serially-raped woman should look\nlike.

\n\n

She hated his\neyes, the way they glowed with anticipation and complete ownership as they\ntravelled up and down her body. “Bitch,”\nhe growled as he shook his head a second later and raised his fist as if to\nstrike her, “fix your goddamn stockings. \nYou got wrinkles around your ankles, and there’s nothing I hate more\nthan a bitch that’s let her stockings come down.”

\n\n

Jamie knew her\nstockings were perfect. But she couldn’t\nhelp herself as she groaned in awful anticipation of the coming discomfort. She quickly raised the hem of her dress, groaning\nonly slightly again as the butt plug reminded her of its dominant presence in\nher life as she bent over to begin adjusting her nylons, lifting them and\ntightening the garter straps on the heavier, dark grey stocking welts, all for\nthe pleasure of the video camera’s future audience.

\n\n

He looked at\nthe TV slut, scurrying to obey his last order as she grunted and groaned while\nshe tightened her stockings. The butt\nplug she was wearing had to feel like a fucking fire hydrant had been run up\nher ass, and here he’d made her bend over to fix her stockings. He laughed; it had all been so fucking\nsuccessful. The arrogantly beautiful\nbitch that he’d watched on TV for so long was his; it had only taken a little\neffort on his part and now she was a totally compliant and docile slut, and\nthere was no part of her body that she could deny him.

\n\n

Suddenly, he\nfelt himself stir again. In his mind, he’d\nwanted to take her in the ass one more time for the cameras. But hadn’t been sure that he was up to\nit. Now, he knew there was no doubt that\nhe’d be pumping her again in just a few minutes. A good-looking bitch like her, she’d\nliterally been put on this earth to be used for sex by men like him. And there was no doubt in his mind that that she\nwas the kind of amoral bitch that was used to going all day long with one man,\nand then long into the night with another. \nSo she’d be ready for him too.

\n\n

Although she’d\ndelayed for as long as she could, the cunt had finally finished her repairs and\nso he said, “Bitch, down on your knees. \nI need some loving and you’re just the little lady to give it to\nme.” The small blonde woman he had\nkidnapped hesitated for a second and her face drained of color under her\nfreshened makeup. But then he shouted,\n“Now, you little slut,” and all hesitation was gone. She jumped at his roar and immediately\ndropped to her knees in front of his groin. \n

\n\n

He looked down\nat his personal whore as she lifted her thick blonde hair away from her face\nand without being told, slowly pulled his tights off of his hips to expose his\nsemi-hard penis. He had not washed\nhimself off very well after ass-fucking her earlier, so his cock was still\nstained and smelled strongly of her rectum. \nThe heady perfume of love emanating from his groin hit her in the face\nwith the punch of a fist, and he rewarded her with his you’ve-only-shit-for-brains smile as the captive woman only\nhesitated for a short second before taking him into her mouth. She only shuddered once as she began to suck\nhim and lick the tip and base of his cock, and he smiled in pleasure; he’d\nknown from the beginning that she was a true cock-whore who knew how to treat a\nman right even if she could taste her ass on his dick.

\n\n

He was plenty\nhard enough to fuck a goddamn roomful of women in about thirty seconds, but he\nlet the bitch work on him for another five minutes before he grabbed a bottle\nof lubricant and said, “Put it on me, bitch. \nPut on as much as you think you need.” \nThe kidnapped blonde quickly poured a generous amount along the length\nof his erection and rubbed it in. She\ncocked her head as if in silent thought and then poured more on him and\nmassaged that in too.

\n\n

He laughed as\nhe grabbed a handful of hair and dragged the captive woman to her feet. He said, “You got that one right, you sweet\nlittle bitch. We’re going to do it all\nover again. You weren’t good enough last\ntime. Practice, practice, practice. That’s what my daddy always used to\nsay.” He certainly wasn’t going to tell\nbitch that he’d never known his father.

\n\n

With a quick\nmovement, he rotated his slut 180 degrees, grabbed the collar of her dress in\none hand and unzipped it all the way down to the crack of her ass with the\nother. Then, with one brutal tug, he\nstripped the dress off of her shoulders and down around her waist, exposing her\nnude torso to the camera to just above her pubic area.

\n\n

She stood\nmotionless, her arms down by her side. Her\nskin was immediately covered with goose bumps. \nIt must have been a battle for her not to raise her arms to cover her\nchest. What had not been immediately\nobvious before was that she wore chains underneath the dress. There was a thin, finely made silver chain that\nencircled her tiny waist and which only emphasized her glorious\nfemininity. An additional chain was\nconnected to each pierced nipple and both then dropped from her beautiful\nbreasts down to her waist, where they were then fastened to the chain\nthere. But she was not complete\nyet.

\n\n

He grabbed her\nchin and raised her face towards his, her eyes closed as he then re-inserted\nthe silver nose ring back into her septum. \nHer eyes glinted with unshed tears as he connected the final two chains\nfrom the ring hanging from her nose to the rings which pierced both of her\nears. The slut was ready for act\ntwo.

\n\n

“Damn, woman,\nyou look good,” he said. “I’m going to\nfuck you like there’s no tomorrow. But\nthis time, you get to talk to me; you get to tell me exactly how much you like it. \nLook at the mirror…..that’s the kind of stuff I want to hear from you\nthis time.”

\n\n

The abducted\nwoman obviously had not noticed the writing on the mirror. She looked at it and read for a second and\nthen she begged, “Please. Please don’t\nmake me say that. You….you’ve taken\neverything from me. Please don’t make me\npretend to like it too.”

\n\n

“Listen to me\nreal closely now, bitch. I don’t know…..you\nmight be a little dim or something. You\njust don’t seem like you’re particularly good at this, despite how much I know\nyou’ve done it before. So I’m going to\nhave to be like your director or something, you know, giving you instructions\nthe whole time.”

\n\n

With that he\nreached out and grabbed her right breast. \nHe squeezed hard and she grimaced in pain. “That means I want you to talk to me. Say everything on the mirror once, real slow\nand just like you mean it. If you stop\ntalking, I’m gonna squeeze your tit until it explodes like a spoiled melon or you\nstart talking again. Understand?”

\n\n

Face blank of\nexpression except for her suddenly tragic eyes, the TV woman hesitantly nodded\nher understanding. “And when you’ve gone\nthrough the list once, you go through it a second time. Then, after that, it’s sort of free-style\ntime, if you know what I mean. You say\nanything you want to then….as long as it makes me happy.”

\n\n

He gave her\nright breast one final twist and as she grimaced in pain, he said, “Good. I mean it. \nYou talk dirty to me or I’ll tear your tit off.”

\n\n

Then he\ngrabbed the blonde’s left breast and said, “When I grab your other tit that\nmeans I want you looking at me in the mirror and smiling, or at least smiling\ninto the camera. You understand?”

\n\n

The woman he\nhad abducted closed her eyes and nodded once again. Then he grabbed both of her breasts and\nsqueezed. “You know what that\nmeans?”

\n\n

When she mutely\nshook her head no, he said, “Why honey, ya know, that just means I’m having a\ngood time fucking you.”

\n\n

She wanted to\nsay more to him, to plead with him, to beg him for mercy one more time, except\nthat he’d slapped her so hard on the side of her head that she could barely\nstand without his help. He pulled her\ndress off of her hips and let them fall around her ankles. Without being told do so, she stepped out of\nthe dress despite how much it made her hips and vagina and rectum ache when she\nmoved her legs.

\n\n

Once more,\nwithout warning he threw her on the bed and then dragged her to her hands and\nknees with a handful of her hair. He\nmounted the bed behind her and stroked her stocking-clad legs as he said,\n“Spread some more.” With that, he\nroughly pushed on the insides of her thighs and then pinched her there so she\nobediently spread her knees until her legs were spread an obscenely far\ndistance apart.

\n\n

The position\nhe had her in now was terribly humiliating for a sophisticated woman like her. He had her stationed like some beast stooped over\nin a field, her pierced breasts hanging down almost to the mattress and her\nlegs spread wide apart, as if ready to receive anonymous sex from any wandering\nmale that had tracked her down. She had\nbeen tortured and branded and pierced with rings, and her body draped with\nchains in some primitive version of slave hell that existed only in his warped\nmind. She felt her cheeks burning with\nshame and embarrassment, all of which was mixed in full measure with dread of\nwhat she knew he was going to do to her. \n

\n\n

\n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n\n \n

\n\n

He looked down\nat the well-trained, sweet little blonde who now obediently crouched before\nhim, ready to receive her next load of savage, steaming-hot love right in her still\namazingly, wonderfully tight ass-hole. \nHe looked at the silver chain around her waist, which only emphasized\nhow tiny her waist truly was, at the grey stockings that only enhanced the\nbeauty of an already perfect set of thighs. \nHe admired the pure erotic beauty of the double-pull on the stocking\nwelts from the two-strap garter belt that kept the nylons so high on her\nflawless thighs. He looked at her\nexquisitely shaped calves, the muscular beauty there only emphasized by her\nheels as she spread them wide on either side of his knees in order to allow him\nfull access to the heaven of firm, white flesh that waited for him in front of\nhis groin.

\n\n

He slowly\nraised his eyes and looked into the mirror and saw her beautiful face framed by\nthe long, thick blonde hair, the pretty brown eyes that looked back at him,\neyes wide open and pupils dilated to the size of dimes in fearful anticipation\nof what they both knew would shortly take place. He looked at the nose ring he had put in her\nlast night and at the chains that hung from it and which ran along her cheeks\nto either side of her face and up to her pierced ears; the drape of the chains somehow\nemphasizing the shape of her eyes, the beauty of her eyes.

\n\n

He looked\nlower between her arms, already widely spread and elbows locked, prepared to\nsupport the weight of both them as he mounted her like a wild boar. He could see her firm breasts hanging down\nthere, the tips of which were already rubbery hard and extended by fear and hung\nwith chains that now draped gently toward the bed’s mattress.

\n\n

Neither of\nthem moved and there was absolute silence for what seemed an eternity. The chains that hung from her nipples swayed\nslightly with each shallow breath she took, giving the only visible movement to\nthe scene. Wearing only her nylons and\nhigh-heels and chains, she was far more naked than if she wore absolutely\nnothing at all. God! She was so fucking gorgeous and he was so\nhard; he was ready to explode without even having touched her.

\n\n

His hands were\non her ass-cheeks and he spread her there, oh-so-slowly just to add to the\ntorturous anticipation that he knew she already felt. He slowly removed the butt plug and the surprisingly\nstrong fragrance of her already once-used dark-sex hole dug into his nostrils,\nthe smell so intoxicating, so overwhelming, that he suddenly knew it was time\nand he moved with perfect assurance and flawless aim, and this time there was\nno hesitation. His thick-headed\nerection, his eight-inch piece of hot, heavy meat greasily slid into her dark\ncave without hesitation right up to his nut-sack, like a slick brown eel going\nhome to some dark, endless cave for the last time, never to leave again.

\n\n

Despite having\ntaken it so easily, the whore’s head still snapped up and her eyes bulged into\nthe mirror once more for the camera as she cried out, “Aaahhhh….gehhhhh…..godddd.”

\n\n

He froze\nmomentarily, leaving himself in place as her body convulsed around him,\nclamping down on his cock and then letting go again, clamping and\nreleasing. Her chest was heaving as she\ntried to breathe, making a short, soft, sobbing, “Naa, naa, naa,” sound with\neach exhalation.

\n\n

He still had\nnot moved a muscle after so brutally burying himself inside her body. Finally, after about a minute, she went\nsilent and began to calm down with only occasional shudders running through her\nbody. As her hips finally stopped\ntrembling, her eyes closed and her head dropped as she worked on her breathing,\nobviously trying to regain control of her body. \n

\n\n

His hands\nrested on her hips and Jamie somehow glanced up to look at him in the mirror,\nlooking back at her with a satisfied look on his face. She had forgotten about the cameras, about\nhaving been kidnapped, about the piercings and the chains, about her husband,\nabout her career, even about already having been sodomized only an hour\nbefore. Nothing mattered except what was\nabout to transpire between them now, at this very moment.

\n\n

She was an\nintelligent, sophisticated woman and he was nothing but a brutal monster. He’d hurt her, had purposefully humiliated\nher, and now he was trying to destroy her. \nShe’d been willing to cooperate with him in order to survive, but she\ndidn’t think he was going to let her live after this and she would never\ncooperate with her destruction being captured on camera. He might destroy her, he might win, but she\nwould try to maintain her dignity at all costs. \n

\n\n

Suddenly, she\nsaw his pupils dilate and knew, as only a woman only could know, that it was\ntime. She had to be strong, at all cost! She felt her insides contract and her back\nhunch in preparation of his next assault. \nThen he rammed himself into her with one monstrous, gigantic thrust and\nthen lifted with his hips!

\n\n

She couldn’t\nhelp herself! She shrieked in absolute\nhorror at the sensation of a ripping and tearing, totally overpowering invasion\nof her body once more. She felt\nimmediately overcome by a conquering and immensely intrusive, sickening feeling\nwhich was accompanied both by the massive pain of her sphincter being brutally\nlifted so far to one side in order to accept him and the abrupt sensation of\nher abdomen threatening to burst.

\n\n

“No, no, no,\nnot again” she tried to scream, forgetting her resolve to be strong as he\npushed all the way inside her body, but all that came out were the strangled\nsounds of a woman in agony, “Naa, ngn, naa, noginnn.”

\n\n

All color\ndrained from the room and she felt sick, her body weak, her muscles without\nstrength. The sensations from his having\nbrutally driven into her like that were so overpowering that she couldn’t make\nanother sound for a second. She just\nwanted him to stop, didn’t want him touching her, never wanted another man to\ntouch her.

\n\n

Somehow she\nremained on her hands and knees as her sphincter shuddered around the base of\nhis cock and her insides convulsed against the huge, lava-hot object which had\ninvaded her body so deeply. She couldn’t\nbreathe, couldn’t get enough air, and after a moment adjusting to the terrible\nsensations, she worked at taking long trembling breaths, tying to fill shuddering\nlungs that had suddenly refused to work properly.

\n\n

He still\nhadn’t moved after his initial thrust, but enough presence of mind remained for\nJamie to lock her jaws and refused to cry out any more for his perverted pleasure. The only sounds that she made now were a\ncouple of soft groans as without warning her abdomen and colon cramped at his\npresence and the unaccustomed extension of her rectum caused by his deeply\nburied erection.

\n\n

After what\nseemed like hours, she finally began to get her breath back. Suddenly, she was breathing again, deep shuddering\ngasps pulled in to help keep down the bile which now threatened to spew all\nover the room. Jamie kept telling\nherself to calm down despite what she felt inside her body. But how could she calm down with him……continuing\nto do……what he was…..doing…..to….her….?

\n\n

She inhaled\nonce more deeply and he groaned in pleasure as Jamie felt her rectum\ninadvertently tighten around him. \nEventually, she was able to raise her face and look at him in the mirror\nonce more. Jamie opened her eyes even\nwider and stared at her face as she exhaled loudly, trying to breathe the pain\naway, one breath at a time.

\n\n

Her face was\nflushed, her eyes were rimmed in red. She\nlooked back at him again, tried to beg him with her eyes in the mirror to let\nit stop here, for him to take it no further….. \n

\n\n

His Anger Provoked Him or He Offered Her Not Just Pain But Suffering For Her Arrogance

\n\n

The whore he’d\ntaken captive took a deep breath and looked up at him in the mirror. It was as if she seemed to say, is that all\nyou’ve got? He couldn’t help but groan\nin appreciation at the way her rectum and sphincter had clamped down on him\nwith that one deep inhalation and the move of her head. But her expression pissed him off and if she\ncould breathe again, then it was time for her to take the rest of it. He pulled out until only the tip of his circumcised\nmeat was left to keep her ass-hole pried open, and then he began to ass-fuck\nher like the white trash that she truly was. \n

\n\n

She screamed\nin shocked pain again and again, “Gaahhh…neh..neh…staaapp! Daadddeee…nah…nah” But after a couple more minutes of pure\nass-rape, the bitch’s body had finally begun to accommodate his meat and it was\nthen that the sounds of a terror-filled rape began to change.

\n\n

He looked into\nthe mirror and knew that with this video the world would see that he was\nrocking her existence, that he was getting good, deep penetrations. He had to be, because he could see her nose\nchains swaying and swinging like she was on a ship riding in a stormy sea. He knew he was shaking her world when he saw\nher slitted brown eyes flickering shut and her mouth gaping in an “oh” shape as\npig-like sounds of unmuted acceptance came out of her mouth in unison with his\nefforts. \"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh,\nurrrrrrggggg!\"

\n\n

He felt great,\nbut he was a little annoyed with the slut because he couldn’t understand a damn\nthing she was saying so….it was time for her to work on her diction. He reached down and grabbed a large working\nhandful of heaving right tit and squeezed like a mother-fucker as he pulled it\ntowards himself.

\n\n

The blonde\nslut’s brown eyes opened wide with shock, her back arched and she pushed her\nbutt against him, impaling herself on another inch of meat as she tried to\nrelieve the pain. He said, “Talk to me\nbaby. Come on, talk to your Daddy. You know you like it, so tell me how much you\nwant it like this.”

\n\n

The slut facing\nthe mirror on her hands and knees gave a belly-deep groan of pain, then\nstubbornly shook her head once. But when\nhe increased the pressure as he continued to crush her tit, the recalcitrant\nbitch finally gasped, “Daddy…I…I….fuck me in the ass.”

\n\n

“Oh baby, you\nknow I am. But you say you want\nmore?”

\n\n

He released\nthe pressure a little on her tit and she continued, “Please…” She stopped for a second because it was\nobviously difficult for her to continue. \nBut somehow she did. “….fuck me\nhard. I….I want it…..from you….in the\nasssss….real good.”

\n\n

Once started,\nit was like she couldn’t stop. “Fuck\nme…aaahh….in the ass…ohhh…like a whore….ugh…like you know….owww…..I want it!”

\n\n

“Daddy, don’t\nstop. Fuckmefuckmefuckme hard. Split me in half...ooohhh….with that big cock\nof yours. I like it in the ass more than\nmy pussy.”

\n\n

At this point,\nhe let go of her right tit and reached over for the left. He grabbed that one and pulled and squeezed\nat the same time. After a second’s\nhesitation her face came up and she looked at him in the mirror…and into the\ncamera that he’d placed there. She was\nalmost screaming. “Come on, daddy. Be a man and give me what I want.”

\n\n

Finally, with\nspittle flying she did scream, “Come on, you bastard, give me what you already know\nyou’re gonna give me……..”

\n\n

Almost shocked\nat her outburst, he buried himself in her ass and stopped as he looked at\nher. He’d bored out her guts pretty good\nby now and she was much looser around the base of his cock now than when he had\nbegun this time, even when considering the butt plug he’d used to keep her fully\ndilated. Her shoulders and back were\ncovered in a thin sheen of sweat and she was panting for breath, her breasts\nheaving in the mirror as she supported his weight on her hips. He’d already cum twice in her today, so he’d\nbe fucking her forever this time before he came, if his heart didn’t give out\nfirst.

\n\n

The bitch had\nstopped talking now that he’d stopped hammering her ass and she just waited,\nlooking at him in the mirror with those fucking gorgeous brown eyes. Damn! \nEvery time it seemed that just when he thought he’d broken her, she’d\ncome up with some way to make it seem that she was still fighting him. Then she inadvertently wiggled on his cock\nonce and that reminded him of the other toys that he’d made ready for her.

\n\n

He grabbed her\nright hip for balance and bent to the left over her body to grab a thick,\nten-inch long black rubber, vibrating dildo; he turned the vibrator on and laid\nit by her left hand. “Use this on your\nclit. NOW!”

\n\n

The young\nwoman beneath his hips started and then slowly picked up the vibrating\ntool. She shot him a beseeching look in\nthe mirror which he ignored, just nodding his head down towards her hips. She swallowed once and then dropped to her\nright elbow, which pooched her ass delightfully into his groin. He watched her closely in the mirror as her\nleft hand picked up the long, vibrating toy and then went under her body and\nbetween her legs. The girl’s eyes closed\nin humiliation but he knew that she was slowly rotating the vibrating head over\nand around her clit because he could feel the enervating buzz even in his\nnutsack.

\n\n

It was a\nlittle difficult to reach over her ribs and under her body in order to grab a\nhandful of the left tit that lay on the mattress, but he managed. Her eyes opened as he did so, and when he\nsqueezed it hard, she squealed in shock and surprise and pain. When he squeezed it again, she realized that\nit was her signal to smile into the camera for some future audience and into\nthe mirror for him. And she did this\neven as her face turned bright red with embarrassment. Her smile wasn’t a hundred percent perfect,\nbut it was certainly as good as any porn stars’.

\n\n

Jamie just\nwanted to die of humiliation. She was\nstill smiling into the camera even though he had stopped trying to actually\ntear her breast off. Her brave thoughts\nat the beginning this time had lasted only as long as it had taken for him to\nbegin sodomizing her again. Now here she\nwas, bent over with him raping her from behind, forcing her to masturbate with\na dildo in front of the camera. His hand\nwas over hers now, ensuring that she stayed exactly on the right spot, while he\nonly moved inside her every now and then. \nThe sensation of massive fullness, an occasional abdominal cramp and\nimpending bowel movement was still awful, but the sheer pain of his entry was…somehow…less.

\n\n

God….could she\nactually becoming used to this? Her body\nrocked as began slowly fucking her again while she masturbated for him.

\n\n

The bitch had what\nmight charitably be called a smile on her face for the camera, but it was the\nwrong kind of smile. Almost stupid, or perhaps\neven dreamy in a way. He fucked her hard\nfor a couple of minutes and while she managed to maintain the low wattage\nsimile of a smile, what he truly enjoyed were the uncontrollable grunts that he\ndrove out of her with almost every thrust. \n“Uggh….uggh…..uggh…..ugghh!\" \n

\n\n

He especially\nliked the way that her nose chains rocked in the mirror with each thrust. But if a guy could get bored while fucking a\nbeautiful woman, he did. And so after a\ncouple of minutes he purposefully took that goofy smile off of her face with a\nmassive, newly angled penetration that differed only slightly from what he’d\nbeen using, but which he also knew had to really hurt her anus.

\n\n

The TV blonde\ncried out softly in response, her eyes filled with tears and for some reason\nthis made him feel a little better. She\nstopped masturbating as she pulled in a deep, shuddering breath, and then slowly\nbegan touching herself again. The young\nwoman he was sodomizing silently faced the camera and mirror, waiting for his\nnext order as she continued to manipulate her clit with the vibrating\ndildo.

\n\n

There was no\nsmile of any kind on her face now.

\n\n

He took the\ndildo away from the slut and turned it off. \nThen he picked up a long, white wand-like tool that had a bent tip that\nwas covered in soft rubber. This was the\nsame piece he’d used once before and he’d guaranteed her then that he could\nbring a woman to climax with it. Of\ncourse, it might not be so much help if she were also being ass-raped at the\ntime.

\n\n

“Look at me in\nthe mirror, bitch!” He stopped with his\ncock filling her backdoor, reach around her belly, turned the wand on and\ninserted the tip into her now wet slit. \nThe little slut jumped when it went in, but then settled down with little\nmore than resigned acceptance showing on her face in the mirror; it amused him\nthat she seemed to be getting used to the unconventional sex.

\n\n

“Now start\nmoving up and down on my cock or I’ll grab me some more of that beautiful tit\nyou got.” The TV whore he was fucking\ngroaned once and began to ride his ass-pole again, moving up and down it\nslowly. He watched her face in the\nmirror as he moved the wand around inside her vagina. Suddenly, her head came up, her brown eyes\nwidened in surprise and she began to blink rapidly as he smiled to himself.

\n\n

Jamie\ngroaned. Her body ached all over from\nhaving been kept fully dominated in this position for so long. And as she tentatively began to slide her\npelvis up and down his massive lubricated length just as he had just ordered,\nshe absolutely hated the thought that uncomfortable as it was, she might\nactually be getting used to his presence in her rear end.

\n\n

Suddenly, she\nwas filled with self-pity again. This\ncouldn’t be happening! Not to her! It was so unfair! Tears threatened her eyes—life was so\nunfair! She didn’t deserve this, she’d\nnever done anything to deserve being treated so unfairly, to deserve being\ninvaded by him on this bed in this way and being used so hard.

\n\n

Everywhere he\ntouched her hurt so much—and it was all his doing! How long would it take—how much would it cost\nfor surgery to fix what he’d done to her! \nJamie was somehow sure that her contract had health and medical\ninsurance to cover this kind of thing…

\n\n

All she knew\nfor sure was that her breasts were incredibly sore from being crushed by him\nand even though her nipples were rubbery hard at the moment, they both still\nached from having been so rudely pierced. \n

\n\n

But at the same\ntime, her clit was also rock-hard from the prolonged attention of the vibrator\nand….suddenly….the most intense feeling blossomed inside her vagina. It felt almost like the monster was somehow\nscratching an itch she’d never known she had. \n

\n\n

Jamie looked\nup at him in the mirror in disbelief and said, “No. No. \nNO! I….I…gah….”

\n\n

And she\nstopped moving on him as she hunched her back, attempting to protect her\nweakening control, trying to avoid his continual probing of her vagina. Suddenly, she felt the most overwhelming urge\nto urinate as the head of the wand locked onto the magic spot inside her and\nvibrated only against it there. \nGod! The sensations there\nfelt…so….strong! So…sooo overpowering!!

\n\n

Clearly, what\nhe was doing was affecting her at least a little, her current posture told him\nthat. And once the monster knew he had\nfound the one spot she’d never really known she’d had before being kidnapped,\nhe never stopped massaging it. Despite\nhis awkward position to her rear with his erection still painfully buried\ninside her, a position of control which he refused to relinquish, despite her\nattempts to move away from him, his aim inside her vagina was always\nunerring.

\n\n

It was if he’d\nsuddenly been glued to the one part of her body that too late she had\nrecognized was far too treacherous for her to control. Jamie groaned and tried to fight him physically\nonce again for just the tiniest moment, but his weight controlled her hips and\nhe continued to dominate her in both dark places. She then switched tactics and began to try\nclamping down on his erection with her rectum, doing anything she could to\naccelerate his final orgasm even if it hurt a little to do so. Soon, her muscles there had finally refused\nto work any longer and she felt drained after exhausting that option.

\n\n

She felt her\nlittle remaining control slipping away. \n“Please…..I….stop……..stoppp.”

\n\n

Her voice\ndrifted into a silence that was broken only by the heavy breathing and\nslap/slap sound of two sweaty adult bodies meeting, one almost overwhelmed by\npleasure, the other trying to fight its increasingly seductive embrace. She stared desperately into the mirror, red\nspots just above her nose chains on both of her cheeks and a wild look on her\nface, her eyes and mouth both open in complete shock and surprise….and looming\nlust.

\n\n

She remained\nfrozen, staring at herself, staring into the mirror at a stranger on her hands\nand knees as a man masturbated her and fucked her in the ass at the same time. Hers’ was not the wide-eyed face of a captive\nwoman. It looked more like that of a\nheavily made up, promiscuous female slave out of the Thousand and One Arabian Nights. \n

\n\n

After another\nminute of the man in the mirror forcing her to allow him to manipulate her\nG-spot, as much as she did not want to, Jamie found herself responding weakly\nwith one quick waggle of her hips into his groin. The monster froze the wand in place and began\nmoving his hips, smoothly sliding himself in and out of her rectum with\ncomplete control and the confident assurance that he owned her now.

\n\n

Jamie was\nnothing if not practical regarding this unexpected role reversal. She groaned again, partially in acceptance of\nthe reality she suddenly found herself facing, partially with disgust at\nherself and partially in renewed determination to fight against giving the man who\nhad abducted and raped her exactly what he wanted.

\n\n

He could feel\nthe little slut react for just a second and then stop herself again. He could tell exactly when she began to enjoy\nit and when she had exerted emotional control and pulled away from the cliff he\nwas trying to drive her over. That she\nhad any self-control left at all pissed him off immensely. He pulled the wand out and threw it aside,\npicking up the big black dildo and turning it on. He put it in her left hand. “You’re getting a little too comfortable,\nbitch. Now stick it in your pussy and\nstart fucking yourself while I take care of your ass.”

\n\n

He carefully\nwatched in the mirror as she slowly, but obediently responded and in his nuts\nhe could finally feel the cunt fucking her pussy with tool he’d provided. Time to make the bitch talk some more! Squeezing a handful of right tit was enough\nto get her going again, and then like any other artist of this particular\ngenre, he began to rhythmically and methodically fill her ass with cock while\nshe fucked herself with a dildo.

\n\n

“Talk to me,\nbitch!”

\n\n

Squeezed\ntit. “Uggh…..Daddy, fuck me….uggh…..like\na whore.”

\n\n

Little but a\nthreat to squeeze. “I want\nit…..ughh…..Daddy. Give it…ughh…...to me\nlike you……owww……know….gaaaa…..you want to!”

\n\n

He continued\nslipping his lubricated dick into her now gaping asshole. He looked down and saw the foaming lubricant that\nringed her rectum and which allowed him so much slick pleasure.

\n\n

He threw\nanother vicious, slamming fuck into her ass, and she groaned,\n“Ohhh….that’s…that’s…..”

\n\n

She Hated Satisfying His Needs or Her\nAss Still Belonged To Him But Her Attitude Had Changed For The Better

\n\n

Jamie\ncontinued pushing the dildo home, filling her pussy with hard, black, vibrating\nand ribbed-for-her-pleasure silicone, while her kidnapper kept her filled from\nbehind. Going through the motions, not\ngetting any particular pleasure from the act, doing her best to avoid any\nsensitive areas. Until…..

\n\n

There was not\na lot of pain now from his penetrations. \nIn fact, what discomfort there was seemed to actually be part of what\nshe could only describe as the perverse attraction of the act, of what he did\ndespite the fact that he did it without her permission…..

\n\n

Filled with a\nsudden fierce determination, she found herself mentally pulling back from the\nprecipice of acknowledging, let alone accepting, any pleasure at all from the\nsituation. Despite this resolve, Jamie\nrealized that the sensations surrounding what she did to herself seemed to\nmerge with what he was doing and despite her reluctance, no, her absolute\nrefusal to accept any enjoyment here, certain….parts of it…..were still….shockingly….

\n\n

Jamie gritted\nher teeth in frustration and her recognition of a looming potential defeat as\nshe felt the two objects filling her and then rubbing against each other\nthrough her oh-so-thin internal connecting walls. Both objects filled her body at the same\ntime, the thick black dildo and his massive erection. Her hand stopped for a moment, frozen in\nrecognition of how good it actually felt….. \n

\n\n

She continued\non again then, just doing what she’d been ordered to do. Trying to not think about what he was doing\nto her. The driving, rhythmic filling\nand emptying of her body, a serial act by him which was out of her control,\ntaking place in a part of her which had always been off-limits, a perverse and\nforbidden act which was much less uncomfortable than even a few minutes\nago….

\n\n

The\npsychological effects of a woman like her letting go, giving up all control of\nher sexuality to him, allowing him to….

\n\n

Giving up the\nfreedom that had been so hard fought….

\n\n

It just…it just\nfelt…it just felt too…too….good….

\n\n

She’d stopped\ntalking at this point; they both had stopped talking. The only sounds now were his gasps for air\nand her labored breathing as she continued to masturbate, all overlaid with the\ngrunts of air driven out of her lungs with his never-ending lunges that\nliterally filled her lower body. \n\"Uggh…..uggh……uggh……ugghh!\"

\n\n

It had been\neasy to avoid…..to not cooperate in this particular rape…up to this point. But despite the previous sexual tortures and\nbeatings and rapes she had suffered at his hands, Jamie also realized that\nsomewhere, somehow…this thing here….it had evolved…..it had quietly stolen from\none level to another totally different level…..it had turned into something\nvery different.

\n\n

And in that\nprocess of morphing, every feeling, every physical sensation had just snuck up\non her on cat’s feet and combined into something that at the end, just now, Jamie\nrealized to her horror that she was absolutely unable to control. And now…..and now……and now she realized that\nshe had stopped fighting him too. She'd\nheard stories of this kind of terrible sex, but porn bored her and she had\nnever had girlfriends close enough to really discuss such details as she now\nendured.

\n\n

With her every\nmoan, Jamie knew that she gave away her growing sensations even as she gave in\nto them too. She could do nothing to\nresist them, even though she felt terribly shamed by them…and the female human\nweaknesses they highlighted.

\n\n

Despite her\ninitial soreness, Jamie abruptly found herself pounding her vagina harder with\nthe dildo than she ever had before, paying special attention to her stiff, suddenly\nincredibly sensitive clitoris. She felt empowered\nby her actions and mortified by them at the same time. Jamie knew though that if she looked in the\nmirror, she would still see her cheeks reddened with embarrassment and\nhumiliation.

\n\n

Or worst of\nall, was it just actually nothing but simple, common lust she had fallen to? She’d refused to acknowledge the situation\nright up until she could no longer fight it anymore. She couldn’t deny her body’s betrayal because\nshe was living it. Yet it was unique to\nher, and the intellectual part of her mind just didn’t understand what was\ngoing on. But animal part just moaned\nwith happiness as the level of pleasure only continued to increase. Everything crumbled before it--it was\nirresistible, this need she felt to continue. \nThe pleasure she obtained from the two of them acting together was\nundeniable, irrefutable.

\n\n

Oh my God, oh\nmy God!!

\n\n

A woman who had\nnot only accepted rape but was actually eventually feeling pleasure from the\nact… She finally realized that what he’d\nsaid to her must be true; she WAS nothing but a whore, his ass-fuck toy. He had somehow known it immediately after\ntaking her and now, God help her, she did too. \nThe room stank of their sweaty bodies, her well-used sex and his\npreviously spattered semen. But even if\nshe was a whore, she’d…..

\n\n

She just\ndidn’t care what her feminist friends would say. Jamie closed her eyes to make the scene in\nthe mirror go away, but even with her eyes closed the debauched smell still\nsomehow filled her head with the harshly unsophisticated, grunting images of\nthe two of them, willingly having monumentally wonderful sex.

\n\n

She gasped for\nair now as she pounded herself harder and harder with the vibrating dildo,\nglaring at her face in the mirror, not giving herself pleasure as much as\npunishing her treacherous vagina. In the\nmirror, she saw the man that had mounted her somehow responding to her actions,\nsomehow increasing his already inhuman pace too. There was no more pain, only\nwondrous pleasure from his slamming into her body again and again, trying to\ntear her apart, trying to break her in half. \n

\n\n

Already hard,\nher clit had somehow begun to swell even more, more than it ever had\nbefore. She could feel the bud\nhardening, developing, growing as she continued to masturbate and he kept her\nrear end filled. Her pussy was looser\nnow and felt like it was dripping love juices onto the mattress below her\nbelly. It kept feeling hotter and hotter\nas her own body began to respond more and more as he continued to stir and cream\nher insides like a savage, attacking machine.

\n\n

Her clit was\nunder his finger…..and his fingers……oh, his fingers…….

\n\n

Somehow, she\ninstinctively knew that this was it. Her\nbehavior was perverse and terribly inappropriate, horrible and willful, but Jamie\ndidn’t care, she couldn’t help it. Heat\ncoursed from him straight to her sex. \nEverything between her legs pulsed with hunger now—her clitoris, her\nlabia, the suddenly slick passage to her womb. \nBarriers cracked inside her, emotional, psychological, old religious\nones. Barriers she had erected, brick by\nbrick, since becoming a young woman. Now\nher protections crumbled around her and she began to cry out and didn’t know\nhow to stop as the quivery heat that had been forming a ball in her gut\nabruptly exploded, as wave after wave of brandied warmth spread throughout her\nlimbs…..

\n\n

He looked down\non his little bitch and then looked into her eyes in the mirror. He knew she was this close, just this fucking\nclose to giving him everything he had dreamed of, and of losing everything she\nvalued of herself. He reached around her\nflat, sweaty belly and between her legs, then began to softly tickle and\nmanipulate her rock hard clit. She\ngroaned with appreciation, lowered her head and continued to fuck herself even\nharder with the dildo while he fucked her in the ass with his cock.

\n\n

That tiny\nmoment of distilled clarity was all it took. \n

\n\n

Suddenly, the\nwhore’s self-control seemed to break, for she arched her back and pushed back\ninto his cock hard, real hard. “Bastarddd! Youuu bastarddd! You want me to call you daddy, but all you\nare is a bbbbaassstttaaarrrrddddddd!”

\n\n

She flipped\nher sweaty blonde hair around and groaned the last out through gritted teeth as\nhe began to slap her ass-cheeks with the palm of his free hand and fuck her\nlike a maniacal machine.

\n\n

She gasped for\nbreath beneath him as she spat out more words between grunting pants and the\nslamming fucks that he threw into her now welcoming asshole that was no longer\nhidden between her sweaty buttocks, “You want me….to tell that you…..that I\nwant you….to fuck me? I wouldn’t fuck\nyou….by choice…..if you were the last…..man..an..an…..in the world! But now….you’ve got me…..where you……want\nme……Daddy,” she said the last word sarcastically.

\n\n

His cock\nsomehow hardened even more as she spoke to him, and he didn’t think it was\ngoing to stop, for with every pump of his heart his shaft surged longer,\nthicker, harder.

\n\n

“So fuck\nme…..like you want to……because this is the only…..time you get…..the\nreal…..MME…HEE….EEE!” Her last word had\nbeen broken into fragments as they both lost control.

\n\n

And with that,\nhis now massive cock turned into a tooled machine loaded with vengeance against\nher femininity, a machine which blurred in and out of her now gaping sphincter,\nher butt cheeks stretched back so far by his clutching hands that the entrance\nto her black hole was showing the visible rim of brown greasy foam that had\nformed around the reddened, aching exit. \nHe was so deep her back canal that his cock felt like it had passed her\ngut, had already bored into her lungs and the tip was now racing for her\ndiaphragm. It was impossible to tell who\nwas trying to fuck who harder.

\n\n

God, it felt\nso good to be inside her, holding her, fucking her, making her feel what he\nfelt. The delicious feel of her skin touching\nhis sensitive nerves, she gripping him with the stretched muscles of her\nasshole, gripping him easily now and he slid in and out of her body faster and\nfaster.

\n\n

He slapped her\nass-cheeks repeatedly, spanking her and controlling the movements of her hips\nlike a master horseman. His iron-strong\nfingers had now grabbed her hips and used them as guides for his pistoning\ncock. Then he would change his grip and\nhe would grab two great handfuls of tits, and these he used like reins pulling\nher towards his cock and then off of it again, back and forth, and then left\nand then right, always controlling her every movement.

\n\n

For the blonde\nwhore’s part, she thrashed out of control beneath his groin, but continued\nscreaming at him to give her more, to always give her more. She screamed at him with spittle flying\ntowards the mirror as she glared into his eyes, “You tiny…tiny man. You hurt me at first…..but now I know\nyou……for who you really are. Satisfy me\nif you can…..break me……tear me in half. \nIt doesn’t matter anymore, because I know you. I KNOW\nyou!!!”

\n\n

She was\nscreaming at him at the end. The man\nriding her ass began to beat her with his fist, but she never complained,\ntaking it all just to keep him inside her body. \nWithin seconds, he’d driven her down onto her face with her ass still pushed\ninto the air so that he could continue fucking her. She could no longer masturbate herself as he\ngrabbed her right wrist and pulled, twisting and turning her body until while still\non her knees, her upper body rested only on her right shoulder and she faced\nthe camera to that side. He then remained\nonly on his right knee as he slid his left leg forward, knee raised and foot\nunder his knee. He put his hand under\nher silky feeling left knee and lifted, sliding his thigh under the inside of her\nraised nylon-grey thigh.

\n\n

Her body\ntwisted, the whore rested only on her right shoulder and right knee now, her stocking-clad\nleft leg jutting out from her body parallel to the bed and draped over his\nknee. Putting her body at an angle to\nhim like this opened her beautiful ass up even more to both him and to the\ncamera; now he began drilling her again like the slut that she’d become just\nfor him, only now he was able to get another incredible half inch or so deeper. Her left foot arched up within the high-heel,\nher toes pointing up as far as they could go. \nShe held the arched foot for over thirty seconds until she was overcome\nby the vibrator and her foot hung loose once more at the end of her nerveless\nleg.

\n\n

At the same\ntime, he had taken the vibrator, hanging half out of her body, and begun\nmanipulating her, fucking her both in the pussy with the dildo and in the ass\nwith his cock, but always paying special attention to her clitoris. The no-longer recalcitrant bitch began\nscreaming at him then, at the world in general. \nConfused and disjointed threats and promises. Incoherent sounds and babbling words like one\nmight hear from a one-year old at a children’s movie. The girl was bucking and howling under him\nnow, and he wasn’t sure which penetration was giving her the most pleasure so\nhe continued with both, violently fucking both holes. Keeping nothing back, hurting her whenever it\npleased him or seemed necessary to remain in control of her frantic body.

\n\n

It was almost\nlike a wrestling move he dominated her with. \nKeeping her pinned as she was on one knee and one shoulder. Because it pleased him. Because it had to be uncomfortable for\nher. Because it kept her body open and\nhelpless, totally sexually vulnerable to anything he might choose to do. She craved being dominated, it turned her\non. And the moment felt like magic as he\nfelt her body shudder under him as she came like a primeval thunderstorm again\nand again. She came in body-encompassing\nwaves which never seemed to stop, only lessening slightly in their intensity\nwith her serial release.

\n\n

She had\nfinished her last orgasm now and she had exhausted herself. He was still driving into her ass, but now it\nwas like he was just pushing a tire up the road with his hips as he banged into\nher buttocks. Finally, tired of keeping\nher immobilized in that position, he let go and allowed her to straighten herself\nout under him. Once she’d done that, he then pulled back on her elbows to collapse\nher once more onto her belly on the bed. \nIt was a dynamic move and he rode her down all of the way, never losing\nan inch of possession of the slut’s body. \n

\n\n

Even though the\nwhore finally began crying under him at that point, either in satisfaction or\napparent humiliation—he could never keep their emotions straight--that never\nstopped the little piece of shit’s hips from making small humping into his\ngroin, small moves that become increasingly bigger, more demanding, obviously begging\nfor more of his cock a second time. He\nslapped the back of her head more now, but his blows never stopped her from\ngrinding and moving against him, screaming for more, trying to get the last\navailable inch of his meat inside her now fully welcoming asshole.

\n\n

He had her\npinned on the bed in a way she had never before experienced. Completely open to him, she had never before\nfelt this way, not with any man. Jamie\nhad fully given in to her demons now as she felt his arm tighten around her\nwaist and somehow draw her even closer; close enough that she finally felt that\nclick of connection, that twist in her belly that said There you are, here I am.

\n\n

His body\nseemed synchronized to hers; his breathing, his very heartbeat seemed to come\nin time with hers. What was the point of\ndenying him after this? She'd been\nforced through so many indignities by now that she hardly recognized the deranged,\nwild-eyed and lust-filled woman she briefly glimpsed in the mirror. Her body was exhausted; she’d been beaten and\nbranded and tortured, raped and sodomized. \nHe’d beaten her flat down on the bed for her arrogant, lying words, but\nshe didn’t care as long as it didn’t stop him from taking her all the way to\nheaven.

\n\n

But the man on\ntop of her now, filling her in a way she had never been filled before had not\nbeen affected by mere words. No. He was so confident and forceful….and\npsychotic….that he thankfully had never once stopped. He had tortured her to break her and\ndominated her in her weakened state, and then he had manipulated her into\nbecoming the whorish woman that he obviously thought her to be. He had somehow aroused this sluttish demon within\nher, and then denied the real her any\nopportunity to reject these aroused feelings. \n

\n\n

Over the\nprevious fifteen or twenty minutes she had experienced much pain; that was\ntrue. But the worst part was that there also\nhad been primitive, caveman, almost primal sex like she had never imagined it\ncould be.

\n\n

And like she\nwould never allow it to be like this again. \nDirty, embarrassing anal sex. She’d\nbeen turned into a woman who had been sexually dominated, anally subjugated by\na monster who could not be satisfied. \nAnd there was nothing that she could do to hide this, for all the while\nher body had ever so slowly become ready for him, moist for him, her groans of\npain and anguish had also been, bit by bit, assuming the sounds that could only\ncome from an ever more sexually aroused woman.

\n\n

Her\nstocking-covered leg forced straight to one side, Jamie cried out at the first\nexhilarating rush of orgasm that gripped her, a sensation literally so strong\nthat it stopped the breath in her lungs. \nHe continued to thrust deeply in a hard, ever increasing tempo that\nmatched the hammering in her ears, her chest. Her consciousness expanded around his erection\nand outward until she could feel every tiny mote of dust in the room, and then\neverything contracted in an exquisite moment spent poised on the brink of\nexplosion. At that moment, she felt a\ngiant, squishy, light-filled wound open up in her heart—or maybe it was really just\nthe opportunity she’d once thought lost….

\n\n

In that moment\nof airy wonder, in that unending breathless pause, Jamie felt something shift,\ntearing deep within her, ripping away from her even as she poised on the brink\nof a convulsively hard fist of heat that spun out endlessly. Light flared behind her tightly shut eyelids\na second before the climax tore out of her, totally out of her control.

\n\n

She couldn’t\ncontain it any longer and pinned as she was by him, Jamie found herself bucking,\nyelping, crying under his driving cock now and her mouth made a pink “oh” as\nshe said, \"Ooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwww!!\"

\n\n

She began to\nexplode then, her nipples harder than ever before, her butt electric from his\ntouch, her wet slit gasping in spasm after wonderful spasm. \"Ugh, give it to me….ugh….more…..ugh…..god\nyeessyesssyesss!\"

\n\n

She couldn’t\nbelieve what she heard coming out of her mouth. \n\"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, oh fuck me, please,\nharder,\" she begged the monster for real, her voice rising until it was\nalmost a falsetto.

\n\n

She found\nherself opening her body more wide for him, consciously wider than she’d ever\nbefore been for a man, whispering to him at the same time, urging him, begging\nhim to split her open with his wondrous meat. She ground her buttocks against his groin, somehow\npulling on his cock, sucking it even deeper into her ass. She found herself turning her hips and body as\nbest she could, again and again, just to rub her clit against him, as hard as\nshe could.

\n\n

Her voice rose\nto an exultant howl. Almost at the end,\nshe heard an unknown woman’s voice crying out, “ughh…yes…..ugh….yes….ugh….oh\nGod, yesss, YESSSS!” And she clenched\nhim as hard as her shaking body could, trying to lock his huge cock in her ass\nfor as long as she could, and then she shuddered through what seemed like a\nhundred huge orgasms.

\n\n

Jamie had not\nexperienced an orgasm with her husband in many months. She lay under this rapist now, flat on her\nstomach after experiencing the most incredible orgasm of her life. But she felt herself coming back to life, she\nneeded more!

\n\n

In the end,\nwhen she finally came that last time while lying flat on her belly, she came\nquickly, screaming and scratching at the mattress as he tried to drive her\nacross the bed and through the mattress. She heard him whisper softly in her ear,\n“Breathe, breathe through the rise and the climax will be deeper. Breathe in and you’ll empty out with\nme.”

\n\n

She felt him clench\nand then push harder into her ass as he finally shot the last of his beautiful load\ndeep inside her. Jamie’s whole body clenched\nagainst his erection for what seemed hours, refusing to release him, and then\nshe felt herself melt into the bed, her muscles completely relaxed, unable to\nmove.

\n\n

Jamie covered\nher face with her hands so that she would not have to look into the\nmirror. She didn’t even care when he\nclimbed off of her hips and wiped his erection off on her back.

\n\n

As many women\nas he taken this way, he’d never ridden a woman quite like this. The little whore was supporting the full\nweight of his body as she shuddered through multiple orgasms, all the while\nscreaming directly into the camera lens, “Oh my God, YESSS. Deeper. \nOh my dear God, YEESSSSS. \nYESSSYESSYESS. Fuck me you\nbastaaarddd…..you wanted me bad enough to kidnap me….now fuck me!!!”

\n\n

She had\nclamped down hard on him three or four times and the best that he could do was\ngasp. The friction of the strokes he\nmade into her ass burned hotter than her skin, hotter even than his. He climbed the slope to cumming until his\nbody’s anticipation actually hurt and his stones felt as if they were actually\nmade of that material. He felt them pull\nup urgently between his legs as he finally squeezed off what felt like a giant\nload of cum deep inside her rectum.

\n\n

And then\nfinished for now, he collapsed on her back, totally breathless but greatly\nsatisfied.

\n\n

Surprisingly,\nhe had not yet softened after cumming. \nHe felt like an actor in one of those commercials If you’re still hard after twelve hours, call your physician. But man, this had been all natural. His breathing finally under control, he\nrolled off of his now quietly compliant little whore and then twisted her so\nthat she lay on her left side again facing the wall; this way he could he spoon\nagainst her ass. The nylons on her legs\nmade sensual whisking-slithering sounds as she obeyed and instinctively curled\nher legs into a semi-fetal position, but she’d never looked at his face once\nduring this time.

\n\n

He spread her\ncheeks wide and looked with pride of ownership at the still gaping, blood-inflamed,\nreddened sphincter that winked back at him. \nThe insides of her butt-cheeks were covered with foamed lubricant and,\nafter a moment’s hesitation, it was easy to re-enter her again this way. Her shoulders stiffened against his chest and\nshe gave a small gasp of initial shock and discomfort, but was quiet after\nthat. This time he began with a slow\nstroke, moving inside her rectum at a much more sedate, almost affectionate\npace.

\n\n

His cock\naching, he still fucked her leisurely this time, savoring the long, slow, cool and\ncalm strokes that went so deep inside her rectum, relishing the feel of her exhausted\nand stretched sphincter still somehow clenching around the head of his cock as he\nalmost withdrew it on the out-stroke, and then enjoying the warm caress of her\nanal passage as he slipped back inside her as far as he could. His hands reached around and cupped her\nbreasts, playing with her hard, pierced nipples and the nipple chains while he\nkissed the back of her neck and nibbled at her pierced ears. Then his hands went down to her less-well\nused pussy and he began to play with her clit, and then he finger fucked her\nslit.

\n\n

It went on\nslowly for another ten minutes, the slut’s face never leaving the white wall\nshe blindly faced, her body accepting his but never really responding like she\nhad only a few minutes before. Finally,\nhe groaned out loud as he felt her ass-muscles tighten, clenching and\nunclenching around his rod. She was working\nhim, manipulating him on purpose; trying to bring him off. But he didn’t care as long as it worked, and soon\nhis nuts clenched one last time to give a meager delivery into her waiting\nass. He caught his breath and finally\npulled away, his dick uncorking from her well-used ass with a soft plopping\nsound as the little remaining air trapped inside her colon escaped, her\nsphincter unable to close for a few more minutes.

\n\n

Everything Was Out of Her Control or Things Were\nChanging Way Too Fast

\n\n

Jamie faced\nthe wall in horrified shock, not seeing it at all. She quite literally felt beside herself, as\nif part of her was standing next to the bed wanting to scream, or run, or kill\nhim….or kill herself. How could she have\ndone that….with him? No matter what he’d done to her, how could\nshe have been so weak? So stupid? To have let him hurt her and then play with\nher like that, to force her to accept everything he did, and then to have…..given herself to him that way ---- her\nrapist? How could she have been so\nreckless, so careless? She scrambled for\nother thoughts to replace the awful images that continued to roll through her\nmind. But nothing seemed to stick.

\n\n

What had come\nover her? She’d never experienced\nanything like that before. Never!! At the very end, it had been like a burning\nthirst that just had to be quenched. And\nonly he had been able to quench it! The\nfeeling had just swelled and swelled inside her and it just…..wouldn’t……stop. It had continued to build beyond belief;\npushing her at the end beyond arousal, beyond desire, beyond betrayal, beyond\nanything she’d ever experienced before or even heard of before.

\n\n

Worse, it had barely been relieved by her first serial\ntrain of orgasms or even her second set. \nWhatever it was, sex had never\nbeen quite that intense before. And she’d literally lost track of the number\nof fire-cracker orgasms that she had experienced when he’d finally finished her\noff under him.

\n\n

Jamie felt so\ndisappointed in herself. She sensed an\noncoming downturn in her emotions, from incredulity and disbelief to full-out,\ncut your wrists depression. She tried to\nfight it, the tinges of self-pity triggered by what she had just experienced\nand how she had reacted to it. These\nmood swings had become more common over the last couple of years, but nothing\nlike this. During these dark, brooding\nmoments she’d always wondered how her life had become so screwed up. Now, she wondered how screwed up it would get\nfrom here. She would continually ask\nherself how normal it was for a woman to wind up with a man she didn’t love, a\nman she didn’t even find attractive. And\nnow this.

\n\n

She closed her\neyes and tried to make the memories of what he’d done to her, and how she’d\nresponded to each of the torments go away. \n

\n\n

With those\nthoughts though, rage, white hot and clean and unchained, began to rip through\nher soul again. Damaged pride…. Howling anger sharpened its claws, even though\nshe did not dare give it full rein. It\nwas filling her. Boiling inside of\nher.

\n\n

It chased away\nany remnant pain or aches, chased away everything and replaced it with a storm\nof fury. The rage both frightened and\nreassured her. But then, as quickly as\nit had come, it was gone again and still, she remained his captive, his toy to\nbe used in any way he saw fit. Maybe she\ncouldn’t escape him, but she could let him know exactly where she fit in all of this.

\n\n

After waiting\na few more minutes, he grabbed her shoulder and rolled his well-used slut onto\nher back. Dry-eyed, his achingly\nbeautiful ass-whore refused to look at him, rather just stared silently at the\nceiling. He didn’t say anything for over\nfive minutes, just stared at her profile. \nFinally he said, “Are you okay?”

\n\n

He didn’t care\nabout the bitch and immediately knew that it was a monumentally stupid thing to\nsay to a woman that you had been torturing and raping for several days. But in fairness, he also didn’t know what else\nto say to a woman that had just performed like she had.

\n\n

The skin\naround her eyes and mouth tightened before she turned her head to him, her nose\nchains moving silkily on her cheeks as she looked him directly in the eyes and\nreplied in the soft voice of a woman who’d been broken once, “You have me here,\nI understand that now. You scare me…and\nI know that’s what you want. I’ll do\nwhatever you want and I’ll try my best to make you happy.”

\n\n

The beautiful blonde\nshook her head slightly and then her voice changed. “If I’m your whore…….if I’m a whore now,\nthat’s because you have made me one. If\nyou want me as your whore, I’ll be that….I have no choice. I’ll be exactly what you want….I’ll give you exactly\nwhat you want.”

\n\n

Suddenly, her\nbeautiful eyes seemed to grow in size. “You’re\nmy Master, and you can make me call you Daddy….you can make me scream in pain\nwhen you torture me and there is nothing I can do to stop that. But you had better know this…..”

\n\n

She shook her\nhead slowly, “You’ll never have that\nagain. I don’t care what you do to me,\nhow much you torture me, how much torment and suffering you give me, you’ll never have THAT again! Do you hear me? Never again!!”

\n\n

And then she\nturned her face back to the ceiling as one tear trickled down her cheek.

\n\n

Despite the\nobvious barely controlled passion--her delivery was as flat as a pool of\nwater. But to him? He heard the words as a song, for she was\ntruly his now. And in a way, her\nresponse also relieved him. With a\ndelighted tone in his voice he said, “You are such a totally predictable,\ntotally arrogant piece of ass.”

\n\n

He regretted\nthe momentary weakness he’d obviously felt for her. With a hard-assed bitch like this one, a guy\nneedn’t worry about her really changing in any way. Leopards and spots and all that shit.

\n\n

For sure, it\nwas all back on again.

\n\n

He said, “Don’t\nfucking move,” as he grabbed the bitch by her hair and dragged her to her hands\nand knees again, but this time facing the lower TV monitor on the wall. She remained obediently motionless, her ass\nto the camera to one side and facing the TV screen as he turned to the camera on\nthe side of the bed and searched the video for the scene where she’d first begun\nto respond to him fucking her in the ass. \n

\n\n

After finding\nit, he went back another minute before that and then copied the whole scene from\nthere to the end as a separate file. He\ntook this file and put it on loop play for the monitor that he’d made her stare\ninto, and then put the live feed from the camera into a small window that he\nhad opened on the lower right part of the TV screen. This allowed him to both show the bitch what\nshe’d been doing under him earlier and what she was doing with him at that\nexact moment.

\n\n

He grabbed her\nhair and used that to make her look as he pointed to the screen and said,\n“That’s you, you filthy whore. Getting\nfucked in the ass. You’re being\nraped….sodomized….but it sure doesn’t look like you hated it! Not at all! \nYou fucking loved it, you nasty, dirty slut! And now you and I both know exactly what you\nare! You’re filth! Naturally filthy!! An easily manipulated obscenity who has lied\nto herself and everyone around her for as long she can remember! Well, I’m not playing your game…so get used\nto the truth about what and who you really are.”

\n\n

Then he let go\nof her hair and spread the nasty cunt’s knees for the camera. He showed the camera exactly what her well-used\nass and pussy looked like; and this live view was in turn fed to the small\nwindow at the bottom corner of the TV screen so that she could see what she’d\nbeen turned into.

\n\n

Her labia were\nso swollen that they stood out from between her thighs like two slabs of hot,\nwet-pink salmon. Her clitoris was fully\nerect and out of its hood - a shiny, hot, pink peanut that was clearly ready to\nbe used again. And her vagina was still widely\ndilated from the big dildo she’d used on herself and there was still love juice\ndripping from inside her pussy and down the insides of her thighs.

\n\n

Now he spread\nher ass-cheeks and then made the reluctant whore look closely at what he showed\nher of herself. Her anus was gaping wide\nopen too and ringed with worn out brownish lubricant. The still-cavernous butt-hole was drooling a\nvirtual river of pearly cum and his semen was splattered on her everywhere. It stained the nylons on the back of her\nthighs, her ass-cheeks, her belly and her lower back. He had to smile to himself; he’d definitely taken\nthe cream of Boston’s mid-morning television and made her much, much\ncreamier.

\n\n

But the woman\non her hands and knees was shocked beyond belief at what she saw. “OH....OHH...G...GOD,” she whimpered in awful\ndisbelief.

\n\n

“Does this\nlook the way a good woman would look?” \nHe almost yelled, “You stupid, arrogant woman, look at yourself. Now look at you ten minutes ago…does this\nlook like a good woman?? Does this look\nlike woman being raped??”

\n\n

She tried to\nlook away, but he grabbed her chin and used it to turn her face back to the\nmonitor. “Does this look like a woman\nwho’s been kidnapped? Well, does IT!!??”

\n\n

The teary-eyed\nslut from TV was beyond speech at that moment as she watched the two of them\nhave obviously consensual sex, so he answered his own question. “No, it doesn’t. You are a dirty, filthy, nasty piece of ass,”\nhe announced as he answered his own question.

\n\n

“I can smell\nyou from here! Your nasty pussy stinks\nfrom being so well-used, and your filthy ass stinks the same way too. Quit lying to yourself, whore; you need to\nadmit what you are. Say it out loud. Say IT! \nSAY…I HAVE THE PUSSY AND ASS OF A WHORE. \nSAY IT,” he commanded as he slapped the side of her head.

\n\n

There was a\nlong hesitation, and then the dam broke. \n“I’m a whore. And…..I....I have a\nwhore’s pussy,” the broken woman said thickly, compliantly, her eyes filling\nwith tears as she watched herself being ass-fucked on the TV screen and then\nexperiencing a series of obviously massive orgasms.

\n\n

The fire was\ngone, maybe for good. Jamie was afraid\nof making Daddy angry again and tried to stop crying, but it was useless. Shame blended seamlessly with terror as she\nfound herself more and more easily referring to him as Daddy, rather than thinking\nof him as monster or beast or rapist. \nNothing seemed to matter to her anymore, he’d taken everything and her\nlife had pretty much been ruined. And it\ntook him so little to remove every freedom, to make everything about her life a\nlie, to make unclean everything in her life that she had ever valued, even if\nonly unconsciously.

\n\n

She hadn’t\nknown it at the time, but the life she had lived had been so fragile before\nhim. Like a house of cards. Some cards, no doubt, could have been pulled\nout without much affecting the overall structure. Others, when they were removed, caused just a\nshudder. But then, when another card was\npopped out, and then two more – the whole thing collapsed, just like that. All from a single action, from one little\nlost card.

\n\n

But none of\nthat mattered anymore. What he had done\nto her, what had happened to her, it had happened. And now, looking back, it all seemed so\navoidable, if only she had been more aware. \nShe wondered if it had really had been a collection of random events that\nresulted in her being here, suffering his depredations day after day?

\n\n

Or had it been\nthe insidious and inevitable workings of destiny?

\n\n

She refused to\nbelieve that it had been her destiny to be enslaved by this man, sexually\ntortured and serially raped by him. She\ncould not let herself believe that. Nor\nhad it ever been something she wanted. \nShe thought about what had been done to her. The monster’s masked face above hers’ on the\nTV screen. There had been nothing\narousing about it. Rape fantasy? Not in her lifetime!

\n\n

But she had\nwanted to control everything and she’d been used to her looks being the key to\nthat control. And when that didn’t work,\nshe’d used her pussy. Then she thought\nabout the faces of the men and women that she’d used. She told herself again and again the thought\nthat somehow this had been her destiny…a karmic response for all the people\nthat she had previously used and hurt as she had clawed her way up in her\nprofession….all of this was merely a trick, a narcotic the mind offered up to help\nanesthetize the remorse and regret she felt. \n

\n\n

After what had\nbeen done to her, the best one could say about the universe was that it was all\nrandom. But randomness was in the end merely\na logical possibility that something could happen to a person, to any person.

\n\n

What Jamie\nfelt in her deepest, most secret place though, was different. In her gut and her bones, she somehow knew\nthe universe wasn’t random, or indifferent, or in any way benign. The universe was hostile. You couldn’t count on anyone against\nthat. And the broken Jamie wouldn’t ever\nforget it.

\n\n

At least\nthat’s what she told herself.

\n\n

They both were\nexhausted at the end of the day……….but he thought perhaps he had enjoyed it a\nlittle more than she? The air seemed\nfresher now, sweeter, and the hours not nearly as oppressive as before. Nearly fucking to death a woman like her did\nthat. Life was briefly, a little\nsweeter.

\n\n

He was still\ntired, though. But perhaps there still\nremained a few things he could have her do. \n

\n\n

It was the\nevening and she was exhausted from modeling for him. Jamie tried not to think about what he’d done\nto her over the last several days; some of the details thankfully were already too\nhazy, while others were still too painful to picture again. But her attempts to forget hadn’t really worked\nfor she remembered with such physical pain that she could almost vocalize\nit. The memories gave her a sharp chest\npain, as if she had a fractured rib digging into her lungs.

\n\n

A few memories\nwere unnaturally clear because their clarity was so brilliant, but the events\nseemed to be happening to someone like her, but not really to\nher. It all almost seemed to lack\nreality, like some kind poorly done plot line written into a bad television\nscript. Except for how her breasts ached\nand how sore she was between her legs, both vagina and rear-end. That was real. And regardless of however she made herself\nfeel right now, Jamie also knew that this reality was one that would never go\naway; she’d be reliving these days and hours for the rest of her life.

\n\n

She'd slept\nwith a wad of tissue between the cheeks of her buttocks that first night he’d\ntaken her this way just to absorb the small trickles of fluid which had\ncontinued to leak from inside her body and she would do so again tonight. The worst part was how sore she was and how little\nhe cared. Despite the fact that she\ncould barely walk and found it almost impossible to sit down, his demands had never\nceased.

\n\n

But they had\nnot been physically sexual for the hour following that incredible scene on the\nbed, not then….for he’d seemed as sexually exhausted as she. Rather, it was modeling dresses and lingerie\nfor him for hours on end it had seemed. But\nshe’d found herself embarrassed, reluctant to walk for him while doing so, for all\nshe could manage were short, tentative, bow-legged steps that in any other\nsituation would have certainly raised laughing comments. Too\nmuch time working out at the gym? \nUncomfortably tight thongs? \nHemorrhoids?

\n\n

She’d wanted\nto cooperate, had really tried to do it right to please him. But paradoxically, the harder she’d tried,\nthe more he had looked at her as a failure. \nAnd he had been unforgiving of even her smallest failures.

\n\n

Physically,\nshe was a wreck. While it seemed like\nshe ached everywhere, certain parts stood out. \nHer breasts really hurt and they were tender, they felt like someone had\nbeen punching her there. It hurt to move\nher legs too, but mostly, her rectum ached followed closely by her vagina. Her rectum literally throbbed from the\nstretched and torn muscles. It burned\nand itched, and she still leaked a little from there hours afterwards. Her vagina was incredibly sore, but it burned\nthere too. It felt like she had been\nbruised there too.

\n\n

Psychologically,\ndespite her clear determination to operate in survival mode, Jamie’d also still\nfound herself trying to hold back just a little, never giving completely of\nherself and somehow he seemed to know every time. Seemingly instantly sensing this miniscule reserve\nof hers, Daddy hadn’t become angry; rather he took each failure as an\nopportunity to coolly train her through the use of extended pain. And over the evening, it had worked. God! \nHow it had worked.

\n\n

Emotionally,\nJamie had just shut down after the anal rape. \nNothing that happened later during the evening made it better. There was more sex, and she’d been beaten and\ntortured as the evening wore on. They\nwere tiny acts really, but filled with pain nonetheless, and finally, in the\nend, she had performed up to even his exacting standards no matter how much it\nhurt her to move. The petite blonde knew\nshe couldn’t take any more of his abuse and as much as she might hate herself\nafterwards, a part of her had finally admitted that she was going to continue\ncooperating for however long it took.

\n\n

She was\nallowed to clean herself up multiple times during the evening using just a\nwashcloth. At the end, she’d still been\nwearing the heels and stained stockings she’d donned earlier in the day, but\nshe had also been forced to put on a sheer, slate grey teddy which barely\ncovered the tops of her thighs. Keeping\ninside the constant disgust she felt, he’d made her fix her hair and makeup\nonce more.

\n\n

Looking at her\nimage in the mirror, with the pierced nostrils and the chains hanging from\nthem, it was as if she were seeing what someone might imagine might exist in a\nPersian harem of a thousand years ago. Once\nshe was done with these things, she’d been forced to fasten a light grey,\none-inch wide velvet choker around her neck. \n

\n\n

But of course,\nlike in any other poorly written sexual cliché, these things were all the man\nhad given her to wear. The no-bra and\nno-panties decree were literally a rule for men like him. And while she had never been a prig, despite\nher physical distress, he had somehow succeeded in making her feel more naked\nwhile wearing the lingerie that so excited him than she had ever felt without\nclothes.

\n\n

Finally, the\nday was over. His stamina was\nincredible. He had lain with her for\nover an hour, taking her twice more, long and hard and enthusiastically. That had hurt Jamie, hurt her a lot. There had, of course, been violence preceding,\nduring and after their intercourse, but this time it was more of a frankly\nsexual nature. While this had been more in\nthe character of “consensual” violence which might have been common between two\nvery physical and passionate lover, her neck now hurt too from where he had\nchoked her.

\n\n

She was tired,\nso very tired now, tired of being what could only be described being as a human\nBarbie Doll, forced to satisfy his every perverted sexual fantasy. All during this horrible day, the man had\nnever once stopped touching her before, during and after their forced sex. His was clearly a tactile-driven personality,\nfor she’d learned to remain motionless for him as he endlessly cupped her\naching and tender breasts where he had pierced them or stroked her nylon-covered\nthighs, closing his hands around her ankles and running them, slowly and\nsensuously up her long legs, ending at the tops of her stockings or even\nbetween her legs. Then he would play\nwith her tender breasts, cupping them with his hands and fingering the\npiercings she now wore because of him.

\n\n

Finally\nthough, it seemed that even a tireless monster such as he was exhausted by his\nsexual exertions with her and thankfully, he left her alone after that. She slowly undressed and then cleaned herself\nin the tiny shower, finally going back to her bed but this time to sleep. Jamie thought a lot about what she had done\ntoday and what had been done to her. Red\ndots of sexually charged humiliation filled both cheeks when she thought of how\ntwice she’d had to thank him for raping her. \nShe thought too of how she’d capitulated to him in every way that\ncounted, given him anything he had wanted. \nShe thought about what had and had not satisfied him, about what she\ncould do better and what she could try to avoid tomorrow. The images kept coming, both crystal clear\nones seeming to drag out over long hours, and rushed and dark grainy images of\nthings she’d done and which had been done to her, but which she also just\nwanted to forget forever.

\n\n

And then she\nwas in a terribly troubled asleep.

\n\n

Day Four

\n\n

Enslaved Married White Female or She\nLearned To Satisfy His Needs

\n\n

It was the morning\nand she awakened again. Jamie groaned\nand coughed and opened her eyes to see only the featureless walls of cell in\nwhich she’d been kept captive. She\nstruggled to think and the process tipped her over the edge from mostly asleep\nto mostly awake; recent memory hit her like a bank safe dropped from ten\nstories above; this was not a nightmare, but real.

\n\n

Jamie groaned\nwith pain as she slid her legs over the side of the mattress, thin blanket\nsliding to the floor. She sat there on\nthe edge of the bed for a moment just taking stock. Her hips ached and it hurt to move her legs,\nher vagina and anus ached, her breasts were tender, even complaining as they\njust hung from her chest. Thankfully, it\nfelt like she had stopped leaking from her rectum.

\n\n

Her head\nached, her thoughts were fuzzy, her throat and eyes were dry, and her stomach\nfelt queasy….had he drugged her again? Her\nmemory definitely was not as sharp as it had been even two days ago. Her energy was leaking away too as each day\nbegan, and she awakened soaked in a creeping hopelessness that was almost\nimpossible to shake.

\n\n

When he\nentered her cell, Jamie felt a familiar chill, the instinctive lowering of\nemotional temperature that she experienced every time she was with him. He stood like a statue partially come to life\nas he inspected her like she was nothing but livestock. Animate, but only so far as there was\nmovement in his face and limbs. \nOtherwise he seemed dead. No\nheart, no proper feelings, no remorse for what he’d done, no love, no depth, no\nfear, no compassion, no true hate for her. \nJust the mechanics of life, but without the essence. The perfect master, living in a closed system\nof his own device and which was based on nothing but total obedience.

\n\n

The TV\npersonality he had kidnapped awakened that morning obviously ready to assume\nthe role of cooperative victim and submit to his every demand. He noticed the bags and dark lines that\nappeared beneath her eyes as she smiled tentatively at him for the first\ntime. It was an awkward smile, filled\nwith the strain of what he’d done to her, and suddenly her face seemed ravished\nby tension and anxiety.

\n\n

He found\nhimself looking at her once more with a touch of unexpected sympathy. Twenty-five years old, she had been driven to\nsucceed by some dreadful inner force, some burden or ambition beyond her\nyears. Perhaps that was due to her rich\nfather. Whatever, it didn’t matter to\nhim. For the reality was that even if she’d\nbeen an idealist when first forced into their affair, and she certainly had not\nbeen that, what he had put her through and done to her ensured she was not one now.

\n\n

For the next three\ndays, in between accepting repeated vaginal rapes and one more anal rape as\ncalmly as she could, the masked man continued to force her to pose in a\nmultitude of ways. In addition, he had\ncreated a small stage for Jamie and now made her perform on it for him and his\ncameras.

\n\n

Early on, he\nhad forced her to study two short videos on pole dancing and then ordered her\nto dance with the pole on his stage five different times over a couple of days,\neach time dressed in a different costume. \nThen he had her strip off every piece of her clothing in a long,\ncontrolled and totally choreographed manner. \nBut what should have been sensual and erotic simply was not up to his\nexacting standards. It was her first\nattempt at strip tease, and even though she obeyed and performed for him as\nbest she could with her limited practice and even more limited experience in\nwatching strippers, he still beat Jamie for her perceived failures.

\n\n

Jamie began\nher act once while wearing a short dress, twice more she wore different sets of\ntiny but expensive thongs and bras, once she dressed in a Catholic school girl\noutfit and she finished the final act after beginning it wearing nothing but\nbedroom lingerie. Generally he made her\nwear stockings, either thigh-highs or with garters, but always she was in\nheels. Although she never wore the same\nthing twice in a row, hour after hour, it was always the same kind of\nthing.

\n\n

Physically,\nshe was doing a little better. Many of\nthe aches had slowly disappeared and her rectum had stopped leaking. Jamie’s skin was once more essentially clear\nand beautiful. This was good, since the\nmadman insisted that her makeup and hair be perfect for all of the close-up camera\nviews he demanded. The man took many of\nthese as she performed both with and without the nose rings and breast\nchains. And he demanded that she always\nbe smiling…..as if she enjoyed it, as if she wanted to be doing these\nthings for him. If she wasn’t smiling\nwhen facing the cameras or not, then filming stopped and he punished her.

\n\n

Emotionally,\nshe was a wreck. She broke out in\nunexpected tears at odd times and no matter how he beat her, she could not stop\ncrying. She also developed facial tics\nwhich generally occurred in the evening when she was by herself. Sometimes he raped her in some particularly\nhumiliating manner which was always accompanied by violence and pain. At other times he used pear-shaped vaginal or\nanal inserts that could be expanded to the point that Jamie felt she might be\nruptured. It was as if he was\nexperimenting on her, with her, preparing himself for some other, greater\nchallenge.

\n\n

Once he clamped\nher breasts for hours in a wooden vice which hung around her neck; it almost seemed\nas if he wanted to tear them from her chest. \nHer breasts ached even more than usual for two days afterwards. Soon, she no longer needed his “…..messages\nthat reinforced her good behavior.” Now\nshe always gave him exactly what he wanted, every time.

\n\n

She had\nfinally accepted a slave mentality, and it showed.

\n\n

As she became\nmore docile, as her behavior became more shaped to what he considered\nappropriate from a woman of her low station and use, and as she became more\nexpert at fulfilling his desires, he employed stationary and hand-held video\ncameras to shoot her manipulated eroticism from various angles as well as\ntaking still photos with an expensive digital camera.

\n\n

She professionally\nhumped the pole with her faux winning smile now and wiggled her beautiful\nbottom at him as she peeked seductively over her shoulder without seeing a\nthing, her hair tumbling uncontrollably over her face. Finally turned into a true whore by this man,\nshe ground her naked hips and belly into the pole and then turned so that she\ncould push against the pole with her bottom as she mechanically cupped her pierced\nand perfect bare breasts in both hands and offered them to him and the camera.

\n\n

Early on he\nmade her watch several cheap, unprofessional videos of Mexican porn sluts\nperforming live. Then he made her\npractice these too, and finally she performed many of the same burlesque acts\nfor his cameras. While other things were\nphysically more disgusting, for some odd psychological reason, one of the most\ndemeaning things for Jamie was being forced onstage in a shockingly small\ncostume to do a nasty and unsophisticated striptease. She used several large silicon props in the\nact, and then, when all she was wearing were her high heels, he made her squat\nover an empty, quart-sized glass coke bottle and pick it up using only her\nvaginal muscles. She then exited the\nstage while maintaining control of the bottle between her legs without using\nher hands. All of this took place in\nfront of the multiple cameras.

\n\n

It was\nincredibly hard at first for Jamie to do this, the difficulty being more mental\nthan physical….she was a proud woman, an intelligent woman, a college graduate\nand a wife, a successful television personality, a rising business executive\nand professional woman. But none of these\nother accomplishments mattered to him, for he had mockingly turned her into\npornographically cheap, sexually farcical image of a woman who would do\nanything in front of a camera.

\n\n

As Jamie was\nmade to practice these cheap, nasty routines over and over again, the effort\nbecame easier and easier as she lost hope of any kind of rescue along with any\npride she might have had in herself. \nSoon, she had captured the essence of being the perfect slut….and he had\ncaught it all on tape.

\n\n

One time\nduring an early practice session, one of her high-heeled sandals slipped out\nfrom under her as she crouched over the long-necked bottle…she fell directly on\nit and drove it hard up into vagina. \nHunched over in pain and totally humiliated, but knowing better than to\ntouch the bottle while onstage, she desperately scuttled like a crab to the\nedge of the stage before removing the offending bottle.

\n\n

He laughed\nuntil he cried; while to her it felt much like when he had first hung her on\nthe umbrella hook. Worst of all, to her\nundying shame he had caught it on video and he made her watch it with him time\nafter time. She was sore there for over\na day afterwards. But his physical needs\nremained and the rapes never stopped.

\n\n

Picking up the\ncoke bottle with her vagina was a terribly humiliating experience, but she had\nsworn to herself that she would do whatever was necessary to get out of this\nalive. And if all it took was to give up\nto him the last shreds of any remaining personal pride and dignity, then that\nwas the toll he required and she willingly paid it.

\n\n

He never tired\nof taking close up shots of her pierced breasts in different positions and\nsettings, but always with her face in the picture. Sometimes she wore Daisy-Dukes cutoffs, other\ntimes she wore only a thin golden chain around her waist. Once all she had on was a thick layer of baby\noil. But always, she’d held ice cubes to\nher nipples first so that they were hard, hard, hard. He really liked taking her picture when her\nnipples were hard.

\n\n

Other times,\nhe took photos of her at bed level with her legs spread wide apart. Sometimes he had her hold her labia apart to\nshow only the shaved, wet pinkness that tried to hide within. Other times, he had her on all fours with her\nback provocatively arched, knees spread wide and her butt raised as an offering\nfor the camera. Sometimes her orifices\nremained free during these episodes, other times he filled one or both with his\ntoys. These poses were repeated with\nevery change of clothing until she could do them to his satisfaction with her\neyes closed. Still other shots included\nher using ever more aggressively large dildos and other sexual tools on herself\nwith apparent ecstasy.

\n\n

Once again,\nshe took the fuck machine, but this time she performed for him willingly on it\nwithout being tied down. It took all of\nher will power to lay there with her legs spread for the cameras while she\nplayed with her breasts provocatively and humped her hips as the mechanical\nmonster fucked her and fucked her. But\nbecause she’d behaved herself this time, he used the machine this time for his\nown sexual gratification rather than as punishment for her. Thankfully, it was over as soon as he had the\nphotos and video that he wanted.

\n\n

The kidnapper\nstood at the foot of the bed and watched her beautiful, nubile body seemingly willingly\ntake the mechanical fucking that he’d ordered. \nShe looked at him and smiled the whorish smile he’d taught her for the\ncameras and then she seductively whispered his name Daddy. Her beautiful pierced\ntits jiggled like Jell-O and he could see the muscles of her tight stomach\nripple again and again as her pussy accepted the massive dildo he’d put on the\nend of the piston rod this time. She was\na much more accommodating bitch now, and was definitely taking increasingly\nlarger dildos front and back, ever deeper without complaint.

\n\n

He thought\nback to the black and white photo spread and videos of her covered with drops\nof baby oil. Her gorgeous body\nemphasized by artful shadows, the firm pierced cones of her perfect breasts\nthat had arrogantly thrust towards the ceiling. \nGoddamn! He wanted to fuck her\nagain just thinking about it, but his dick was actually sore from fucking her\nso much.

\n\n

He also\nsavored in his mind the first time she’d willingly lay down with him on her\nmattress. The trip to her bed had\ninvolved a rapid removal of her clothes, made easier in her case since he had\ndressed her so that it took only three motions to go from clad to functionally\nnude. She’d smelled clean and fresh and\nhad either been passionate or a wonderful actress. He didn’t care which it was since she’d felt\nso good pressed against his nude body.

\n\n

He had laid on\nhis back as she swung one beautiful nylon-clad leg over and settled down on\nhim; remarkably, she was already wet and ready. \nHe’d slid into her smoothly up to his base as she sat on his crotch and\nsqueezed him with her wonderfully fit vaginal muscles until he had finally\nstopped throbbing. He was quick the\nfirst time, but came slower the second time. \nOn their final meet that time, fake or not, her orgasm came just a hair\nbefore his third; he was filled with satisfaction for he hadn’t gone for three in\na row like that for over a year. She\nshuddered for what seemed a long time, milking him with a velvet pulse, strong\nat first, but one that finally ebbed in satisfaction. He knew it had to all be an act on her part,\nbut that didn’t matter…….damn she was good! \n

\n\n

Finished, the\nman moved from her bed to the bathroom where he picked up a wet washcloth, and\nthen he went back into the corner of her cell where he then sat down. He was exhausted too. It seemed like he’d already put about ten\ngallons of cum in this bitch and every morning she just came up fresh and\nready, seemingly willing to take his cock some more, as much as he could give\nher. He’d always lusted after her…or any\nwoman like her if the truth be known, but he had never thought he’d get his own\npersonal shot at her perfect ass. But\nnow he had her and he was making up for lost time. After a rocky start, his little TV bitch was\nfinally hot as hell, and soon every swinging dick in Boston was going to be\nable to see just how hot she was.

\n\n

The little\nwhore lay unmoving on her mattress, completely used and totally abandoned. He made a sound to get her attention, and\nthen motioned her over to him. She groaned\nsoftly once and then shuddered as she obediently rose to her hands and knees,\nbut before she could get to her feet, he said, “No. Stay like that and come here.”

\n\n

She looked at\nhim for a second through a fall of blonde hair and he could see her eyes shine\nwith unshed tears, but she finally obeyed him and crawled over to the\ncorner. Filled with satisfaction at\nseeing the beautiful TV slut crawling towards him on her hands and knees, he\nmotioned her to put her head on his chest. \nShe tried to speak, but her voice cracked into silence. He placed his hand under her chin, gently\ntilting her head up so that he could look into her eyes. “Let me wipe your face off.”

\n\n

A shudder ran\nthrough the woman’s body as she unwillingly lay her body against his, and he\ngently wiped her face off. He knew his\ngentleness had to be unnerving after what he’d done to her over the last few\ndays and that was part of what motivated him. \nNext he tenderly moved her hair away from her face. Blinking back her tears a couple of times,\nthe captive woman shifted her eyes to his face. \nHer hand lay on his chest and he knew she could feel his heart pounding\nlike a jackhammer.

\n\n

Groaning\ninvoluntarily, his woman moved as if to crawl away from him. But he closed his hands tightly, keeping her\nclose to him even as he said, “No.” \nReluctantly it seemed, she finally laid her head against his chest and\nclosed her eyes. Seated on the floor, he\nheld her tightly in his lap, his strong arms almost forming a protective cocoon\naround her.

\n\n

He could see\nthat the woman found it difficult to stand the schizophrenia of the moment, and\nthis amused him in a way. Burying her\nface in his neck, she finally sobbed as if her very soul had been\nshattered. All of her strength and power\nand dignity had been stolen by him the moment he had touched her.

\n\n

Well, he had\nalmost enough material now. Enough to\nensure that she was seen for what she really was, to ensure that she never\nworked in TV again anywhere in which there was any kind of internet hook\nup.

\n\n

Finished\nfucking with her mind for the moment, he stroked her firm shapely thighs and\nthen ran his fingertips lightly over her flat belly. While he felt little sympathy for the TV\nwhore, he was a realist…..she was his little fuck-machine and he didn’t want\nher to wear out too soon. It was time to\nlet her catch some sleep.

\n\n

He ordered her\nto crawl back to her rape bed.

\n\n

Day Eight

\n\n

A Sophisticated Female Taken Boldly or Her\nLife In Ruins, Everything Important Lay Broken

\n\n

It would, he\nthought as he looked out the window, be another cold day. The cold glare of the sun was no aid in\narousing him from the lethargy with which he had awakened….marathon fucking\nsessions always made him feel this way before the action began again. But he felt a new drive now, a different need\nfrom before as the sun’s cold rays reached inside him with a smoldering\nsullenness and stirred something thick and hot within the animal part of\nhim. He felt at once dull and eager,\nwith a feverish urge driving him to begin with his captive again. He promised himself once again he would do\nthings to her in ways that ensured she would never be able to forget this week\nwith him.

\n\n

Masked as\nalways, he stood in the doorway and looked down on his whore. The captive woman always attempted to maintain\nan increasingly crumbling facade of exterior control: he expected no less from\na controlling bitch like her. But he\nalso knew that her still face hid all of the fears he had awakened within and\nwhich now lay so close to the surface. \nHe’d worked her hard, trained her hard, taken her hard.

\n\n

She’d lost\nsome weight in the last few days and there were dark circles under her eyes\nthat needed heavier makeup to cover. The\ntwo of them had been together a lot over the last few days and the best part,\nto him, was the new look that he saw in her eyes everyday now…it was the look\nof an intelligent animal that knew it was owned. She’d fully recognized the inevitability of\nher situation, the inescapability of having to give him exactly what he wanted\nfrom her.

\n\n

It was\nmorning, time for her to dress for him once more and already he was hard for\nher again.

\n\n

Jamie brushed\nher teeth and showered. He’d given her a\ntooth brush on the morning that she’d first left the rubber suits behind and\nbegun dressing erotically for him. Not\nbecause he’d been concerned about her dental health, but because her breath had\nbegun to stink and it had turned him off from trying to kiss her.

\n\n

She stared at\nthe reflection in the metal mirror. A\nhuge part of her wished she could retreat from what she saw there; just wave\nher hands and forget that it had ever happened. \nThe same whispering voice in her head kept telling her that he was\ninsane, that she was tough, that she would recover and somehow wreak her\nvengeance upon him. She was in television damn it, she was tough…she\nwas paid to be tough.

\n\n

Jamie wiped\none cheek and knew that the truth was staring her in the face. She had spent a lifetime of making her own\nchoices, proudly stepping out on her own, using men….and women….in any way that\npleased her or got her just another inch ahead of the others. She’d taken perverse pride in all of those\nwrong moves, like the acts had somehow made her stronger, tougher.

\n\n

She’d had a\ndead-solid lock on bad moves and worse men. \nAnd look where it had gotten her. \nHeld captive as a sex slave, repeatedly raped and sodomized, with no one\nconcerned about her absence. She took\nboth hands to clear the tears from her cheeks. \nThen she just gave in once more. \nA soft sigh was all she showed the outside world, a shake of the head, a\nweary lowering of the eyes. Nothing\nreally, just another woman seated in an empty room, looking for the strength to\ntake the next step.

\n\n

Finally\nclothed in the new gown, the captive television hostess felt the terrible\ninevitability of her situation as she finished her makeup. She had performed the hated roles perfectly\nyesterday, given him everything he wanted, but it had never ended; he had never\nstopped coming after her.

\n\n

He was a\nsexual monster that could never really be satisfied. It was as if the monstrous kidnapper had felt\nan inhuman need to prove again and again and again that she was only flesh and\nblood, that she was good only for feeling the pain and sexual humiliation he\ndemanded she feel, and that he owned her sexually, even if only\ntemporarily. Intellectually, she knew\nall the reasons why this should not be happening to her, but all rules and\ncivilized prohibitions suddenly seemed faded and remote, as dead as the autumn\nleaves.

\n\n

And now it\nbegan all over again.

\n\n

“White shows\nyou off well, my dear,” he said as he re-entered the cell. The inch-wide white straps of the “dress” rose\nover the pierced tips her breasts like suspenders before crossing over her\nshoulders. From there, they crossed in\nthe small of her back and dropped down to low on her buttocks. The straps then flared front and back to form\na very short four-piece skirt with separate high cut panels on both sides, and front\nand back.

\n\n

Her nipples, pierced\nonly a week ago, were barely covered by the width of the straps and every move\nshe made, every step she took showed both inner and outer thigh all the way up\nto her buttocks and crotch. She wore a\nwhite, two-strap garter belt fringed in lace which held up slightly darker,\nflesh-toned stockings, and white pumps with five-inch stiletto heels on her\ntiny feet. She may have felt well\ncovered in some ways, but she still showed almost her entire body. Underwear, of course, was out of the\nquestion.

\n\n

He had never\nbefore started the day quite like this with her, but he knew the game was\nalmost over. He knew they were\napproaching the end of their time together……it seemed that now must be time\neven though he would miss her. He\nglanced at her still-perfect body without saying a word, looked down at her\nmattress, then looked back into her eyes for a second and then back down at the\nmattress.

\n\n

Like a well\ntrained dog, the woman had been taught to obey both single word and simple hand\ncommands. Even better, after hours of\npreparation and training, days of humiliation and shame, the woman had learned\nto read him in certain situations without his making a sound. This time she perfectly read his non-verbal\ncommand and automatically knew exactly what he wanted. Always compliant now, she dropped to the\nmattress on hands and knees without a word being spoken. Pleased with her obedience and sensitivity,\nhe stroked her head for a minute before patting her there. He dropped to his knees behind her then and\nthen pulled the back panel of her skirt up over her hips to bare her backside\nand more fully expose the backs of her nylon clad legs.

\n\n

After applying\nlubrication, he looked up at the camera and then pulled on her hair to make her\nlook up at the same time and smile as he mounted her like a mad stallion. Even including all that had gone before\nbetween them, this one time became the kind of sex that he knew she’d never\nexperienced before even with him and would certainly never forget now; not even\nthe smallest detail. Not the tiniest\ndrop of sweat, the softest moan, nor every grasp and thrust of flesh into\nflesh. He hurt her on purpose with this\nand he knew that she hated what he was doing to her, but the look on her face\ntold him that just thinking about this kind of sex scared her too.

\n\n

The masked kidnapper\ncrouched over his captive and thrust his lubricated erection into her again and\nagain and again. Head hanging down as\nshe faced the mattress, the air was driven out of the captive TV woman’s lungs\nwith each slam of his hips against her buttocks. Well dilated now, she still shuddered harder\nand harder with each of his driving moves and clenched her rectum obediently\nwith each of his single word spoken commands, squeezing his manhood between her\ncheeks and with her sphincter in the way that he so liked.

\n\n

The push of\nher firm buttocks against his groin made it feel like fire roared through his\nveins. He didn’t think he’d ever\nexperienced such a rush of pure ecstasy with another woman, certainly not with\nthe old bitch still vacationing in Louisiana. \nAnd along with that fire came a terrible rush of joy, like a full-body\norgasm. He wanted it to go on forever,\nbut of course it couldn’t. After what\nfelt like hours but was truly not much more than the time between blinks, it passed\nbeyond his capacity to contain and he burst forth inside his captive once\nmore.

\n\n

It finally\nsank in that he was done, finished for now. \nHis knees buckled and he pulled his shrinking penis out of her body,\nfinding himself sitting on the mattress behind the semen-wet crack of her\nbuttocks. He opened his arms wide and\nflopped backwards onto the bed. Well\ntrained now, the TV slut remained motionless on her hands and knees for a\nmoment more and then he watched the woman he’d just taken so brutally as she clearly\ntried to pull herself together, seemingly pretending that nothing evil had just\nhappened. It was an interesting time, he\nthought to himself, for the TV bitch to discover a modicum of dignity.

\n\n

The man\nsnorted with crude, almost pornographic humor as he watched. He felt wonderful and empty and hot and cold\nall at the same time. Despite all the\ntimes he’d fucked her in the last few days, this particular piece of ass had\nseemed different. It was like someone\nhad removed a huge boulder from his back, one he’d carried for so long he had\nforgotten it was there. He had no words\nto express what he felt. Totally\ncomplete, yet empty at the same time. \nToo bad tomorrow was his last day with her.

\n\n

The captive woman’s\nday continued like all of her previous days under his domination and she\nperformed satisfactorily, if not with short moments of unwilling sexual\nbrilliance. Suddenly, the day was almost\nover.

\n\n

It was late in\nthe day and Jamie lay on her back facing the single camera, with her feet together\nand knees spread wide apart. She’d just\nfinished sucking him off and her mind was disengaged from all thought; she\nstared blankly at the ceiling as she lay silent and unmoving on her mattress\nwhile the masked man stroked her softly, tenderly……endlessly. She’d been ordered to change into a topless\nnavy silk and lace bustier, sheer navy stockings and pumps for the last\nact. The man had brutally taken her\nabout an hour ago and now all he wanted to do was touch her.

\n\n

Despite her\nvows, Jamie had once more been transported outside herself, beyond\nherself. It was as if her mind watched\neverything coolly while her body raced wildly under his commands, reacting with\nfake passion and hidden fear. She was\nfrightened beyond any fear she had ever before known. But this brilliant and intense fear, this\nterrible here and now, combined with the crucial significance of every movement\nof her body, it all had pushed her over a barrier whose existence she had not\nknown about until that terrible time several mornings ago.

\n\n

One thing had\nbecome abundantly clear; he liked to touch her. \nHis hand remained cupped between her thighs for a moment longer and then\nhe dragged it slowly over her vagina again and again and again. Her drying labia were guided between spread fingers\nas he drew his hand over her genitals over and over again. Each time he did this, his middle finger\npenetrated her vagina and he explored the inside of her well-used pelvis. Then his hand would wander up over her flat\nbelly, caress her pierced nipples and then go back between her legs. The awful man never seemed to become bored\nwith touching Jamie between her legs.

\n\n

He scratched\nhis face as he looked at her. “Did you\nenjoy it this time?”

\n\n

Jamie hesitated,\nhaving learned to be positive in her lies to her master. She lowered her head for a second as she\nclosed her eyes. Then she raised her\nface and looked into his eyes as she said without blushing, “Yes, I did. But I wish that you’d pinched my nipples more\nand cum in my mouth, rather than down my throat. I really like that more.”

\n\n

Suddenly, his\nhand pushed at her hip once. Then again\na little more sharply. Tears quickly\nforming at the corner of each eye, Jamie obediently rolled over onto her\nstomach and spread her legs……………

\n\n

He sat\ncross-legged on the futon and looked at her back, her white skin and the ebony\nink drying on it. His skills in writing\non a naked woman’s skin were not particularly well developed, but that didn’t\nmatter. It was the end of the day and he\nhad to make a decision.

\n\n

“Turn over,”\nhe said when the ink had finally dried. \nShe obediently rolled on to her back and his breath caught in his chest\nonce more. The bitch was absolutely\nbeautiful and he wanted to run his hands over her body one more time. He was tempted to tell her that everything\nwould be alright. But she wouldn’t have believed\nhim, even though the lie might have calmed her a little. The human mind is strange like that.

\n\n

But it\nwouldn’t have been the truth, at least not for her.

\n\n

He looked down\nat her breasts and ran his right hand across them. She arched her back as his hand grazed her\nnipples, just as she’d been taught. She\nsmiled a tiny insincere smile and held his hand to her breast. She’d become so much more cooperative in ways\nlike this. Her mouth opened to say\nsomething, but he leaned over and closed it with a kiss so that he wouldn’t\nhave to punish her for disobedience and ruin the current ambience. He picked up the brush and inked random\nsymbols across her breasts and belly.

\n\n

The TV slut\nreached up and put a hand around his neck and pulled him to her. To a normal person, this might have been seen\nas an act of tenderness. But to him, it\nshowed that she still had not internalized her training of the last week, that\nshe still thought that she could use him. \nHe lay upon her, the wet ink transferring from her to his belly. And as he lay there, he realized that keeping\nher longer was no longer an option. Tonight? Or tomorrow? \nThat was the real question.

\n\n

They began to\nfuck again, and every part of her body seemed to have become sensitive to his\ncaresses. Her sweat and his combined to\nwash the ink slowly into incomprehensible smears, leaving great stains on her\nfuton. He had only to stroke her and she\nwould cry out and cling to him. But it\nwas still only an act of self-preservation on her part.

\n\n

The kidnapper pulled\nout and then entered his captive whore again, holding her hard against him as\nhe began moving slowly. As he did, he\nreached out and opened the small rosewood box by her side. Inside lay a thin cord of silk, about two\nfeet long. Lifting her head, he slipped\nthe cord behind her neck and then brought the ends to the front.

\n\n

The cunt\npaused. “Daddy, what are you doing?” Her voice was soft and respectful….but it\nstill angered him a little that she’d taken the initiative to question him in\nany way. She was making his decision\neasier by the minute.

\n\n

He made a simple\nknot in the cord, and then turned his fingers almost languidly in its ends,\nshortening it.

\n\n

“Daddy, what\nare you doing?” his captive slut repeated as she looked into his face.

\n\n

“Relax,” he ordered. “This will make you cum harder than you ever\nhave before.” And he started to\nconstrict her breathing. This was the\ndecision point….did her kill her here, or did he go with his plans for her tomorrow?

\n\n

As her\nbreathing became more labored, he began to move inside her again. She relaxed briefly, and then began for the\nfirst time to respond honestly to his cock as he tightened and relaxed the cord\naccording to his body’s movements. As\nthe minutes passed, her body grew hot and her breath grew hard to catch, and he\ncould see her head beginning to spin as everything she felt and thought was\nconcentrated between her legs. The\nsensations seemed to grow and widen, spreading to every part of her body,\nconsuming her, tightening her like a bow until she came…..and kept coming time\nafter time until she lay exhausted on her futon. For the second time since he’d taken her, he\nknew that she’d reached orgasm because he’d\nbeen fucking her.

\n\n

The captive TV\nslut looked up at him and smiled her first real smile at him…..then he pulled\nthe cord tighter now, watching it cut into her throat. Too late, the whore realized what was\nhappening and her body fought against him. \nBut he was too heavy for her and the cord was cutting the breath out of\nher quicker and quicker with every passing second. Her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes bulged in\ntheir sockets, while her hands flapped awkwardly trying to grab hold\nsomething. Her legs, the long, beautiful\nlegs that he’d admired so often, kicked out awkwardly at all angles. Her face, the face that he’d once thought one\nof the most beautiful in the world despite its….coarseness, began to grow red,\nand then purple.

\n\n

And the whole\nthing reached a sudden crescendo as he came then; it was one of the most\nperfect orgasms of his life.

\n\n

Suddenly, all\nmovement beneath him stopped and the eyes which stared up at him were now as\nlifeless as eggs. It was the moment of\ndecision; did he let her live, or did he kill her like the common trash that\nshe really was………

\n\n

He suddenly\nlet the cords fall from his hands as he began moving again. The whore was still warm and moist and he was\nexcited beyond all measure. He came\nagain even as she began to move once more beneath him.

\n\n

Wounded In More Than The Flesh or\nShe’d Been Fully Tutored In The Ways Of His Needs

\n\n

It was night\nnow and he still wasn’t sure that he’d made the right decision. Tomorrow would be the little whore’s ninth\nday as his guest. The old woman he\nnormally fucked would be back soon and it was time to get a little more\nambitious with his current slut’s piercings. \nThe man had drugged her again with the last meal. You’d think the stupid bitch would have\ngotten wiser by now, but nnnooo.

\n\n

His first\nimpressions must have been right; she was a truly enjoyable piece of ass once\nshe’d been taught the benefits of cooperation, but the little bitch really\nwasn’t very smart and pretty much deserved everything he’d given her here. However, in all honesty, it didn’t really\nmatter to him anymore. He’d tired of the\nstupid TV whore and it was time to finish their relationship. But for now, he just had to figure out what\nshape he wanted to leave her in.

\n\n

In reality,\nshe was nothing but meat to him, literally nothing but a vagina with legs, a\nrather unintelligent cow that he’d trained to perfection and which now wore his\npersonal brand to show his ownership. \nClearly, he would have to find a group of men to which he could hand her\noff. For one thing, it would be an\nappropriate ending to her odyssey. But\neven more, it would tend to muddy the water, ruin any evidence he might\ninadvertently leave on or in her body. \nAs good-looking white-meat, she needed to be set free in way that\nensured that a group took over from where he’d finished. She deserved to be tamed even more, treated\njust the way a woman like her deserved.

\n\n

His captive\nlay on the mattress and did not move. She\nwas out cold from the drugs. After\nflipping her onto her back and pulling her off the mattress using a handful of her\nhair, he fit the rubber grooves of a metal clamp between her upper and lower\nmolars near the sides of her mouth and turned the clamping screw until the tool\nforced her jaws open as far as they would go. \nNext he pushed a piece of paper toweling into her mouth to catch any\ncrap or debris that might fall down her throat. \nHer breathing was rough at first but soon settled down. Next he braced a home-made metal bridge on\nthe floor over Jamie’s face so that its horizontal bar crossed about six inches\nabove her wide open mouth.

\n\n

Everything was\nready. Thinking about what he was going\nto do versus actually doing it were two different things. A little nervous now, he clamped a small\ncordless electric drill to the bar of the bridge and then peeled the\nunconscious woman’s lips back with his left hand while he cautiously used the\nstabilizing bridge to drill holes through her four front teeth using his right\nhand; two tiny holes, one each on the top two teeth and another two in her\ncentral lower incisors.

\n\n

The fine carbide\nbit in and easily handled the tooth enamel. \nHe made sure to place the tiny holes close enough to the biting edge of\neach tooth to ensure missing any nerves, but still close enough to the gum on\neach tooth to retain strength and avoid cracking or chipping the tooth….at\nleast, that’s what he hoped. She never\nmoved during the exercise so he must have been successful.

\n\n

The drilling\nfinished, he now used a pair of padded locking tongs to capture the tongue of\nthe woman he had turned into a whore and pulled it out as far as it would\ngo. Then he quickly duct taped the\nlocked tongs to the make-shift bridge that ran over and above her face. The kidnapped woman didn’t look particularly\nattractive with her tongue pulled out like a cow in the slaughterhouse, but it\nwas much easier to pierce both sides of it half way back in addition to the tip\nof her tongue and then install the small stainless steel rings.

\n\n

Finished with\nher mouth, the man went lower, much lower as he pierced her well-used pussy\nlips six times on each side and installed stainless steel rings there too. She moaned twice and once slightly moved her\nhips, but never regained consciousness. \nFeeling a little magnanimous at this point, in addition to antibiotic\ncream he covered the area with heavy grease to protect for a while it from\nurine as it began the process of healing. \n

\n\n

Tomorrow would\nbe a big day and the slut definitely would be ready.

\n\n

Day Nine

\n\n

The masked man\nlooked forward to today with pleasure as he entered the small cell carrying\nthree small spheres. He could see the\npain on her face from the drugs that he’d used to knock her out last night, but\nhe really didn’t care what kind of headache the bitch had the following\nmorning. The woman he had kidnapped over\na week ago rolled over, retched once and then drew her knees up protectively as\nhe walked towards her. The faintest\ntremor of cellulite appeared on the back of one of her upper thighs as she did\nthis, then her face filled with horror as she realized the extent of his\nhandiwork last night.

\n\n

Obedient to\nthe end, she remained remarkably calm as she ate carefully. Once she’d finished her light breakfast, he\ntold her to shower and clean up. She\ntook a piss and then began crying silently as she catalogued all of the new\nholes and heavy metal she was carrying in her mouth and vagina. Once the petite blonde was ready, he easily\nspread-eagled her on the mattress and tied her down once more. She was truly a broken woman now, for even in\nher extreme distress, she still behaved herself.

\n\n

It’s good what\na little training can do for a half-way intelligent slut.

\n\n

It was time to\nbegin. The man told his captive to\nrandomly choose one of the three small, dull gray metal balls he carried and\nwhich were only slightly larger than a golf ball. Once she’d made her choice, he told her to\nwatch. The man carefully laid the other\ntwo balls down next to her and carried the ball she had chosen out of the cell\nand put it in a small, but heavy metal safe set on the floor in her direct line\nof sight of her raised head. It lay on\nits back with the door on top. He opened\nthe door, put the ball the slut had chosen inside, then closed and locked the\nsafe.

\n\n

He walked back\nto the kidnapped woman and said, “Watch this. \nWatch this carefully.”

\n\n

He now pointed\na remote control at the safe and when he pushed the button, there was a loud\nbang as the safe’s door erupted with flames and sound, leaving the top\nshattered and in pieces. Pieces of the\nthick metal door were even slivered into the sound-proofed ceiling. He looked into the woman’s eyes for emphasis,\nthen picked up one of the remaining balls and crouched between her legs.

\n\n

The sweet,\ndemure TV bitch was quiet no longer; she’d turned into a wildcat. But despite her cries for mercy and spirited\nstruggles, in less than ten seconds he had split her pierced labia apart and\nshoved one of the two remaining metal balls deep inside her pussy. He knew that she could feel it, for as soon\nas the thing was firmly inside her belly, she shuddered once and then froze. This helped, for it only took another couple\nof minutes to wire her pussy lips shut with heavy gauge metal wire. The man looked up at the woman as he finished\nand she returned his stare, frozen, like a rabbit seeing an eagle gliding\ntowards it.

\n\n

“Now,” he said\nwith just the slightest tone of satisfaction in his voice. ”I know for a fact that you’ve got a nice\npussy, maybe quite a bit bigger than it once was and certainly a lot more worn….but\nit’s still quite nice and we don’t want to mess it up now, do we?”

\n\n

She frantically\nshook her head no.

\n\n

“So listen\ncarefully since I’ll only say this one time. \nWe’re going into town and you are going to do exactly what I tell you to\ndo. Jamie, do you understand me?”

\n\n

Her eyes were\nunattractive, bulging with fear, but she nodded hysterically and didn’t make a\nsound.

\n\n

He’d always\nliked women that were sparse with words. \n

\n\n

There is a\nconcept many criminals have become obsessed with, which is the idea of turning\nout. The template for this is the\nclassic aspiring pimp who needs to find a woman to work for him. No professional will do it, because they all\nhave pimps already. So he picks a girl\nfrom his neighborhood, as unsheltered and unworldly as possible, and courts\nher. Plays up the romance, then one day\ntells her that he’s in trouble if he can’t get some money fast, and that a\nfriend of his is willing to pay $100 to screw her once. After she does it, he acts disgusted with\nher, and beats her and degrades her, then gives her narcotics for the\npain. Once she’s hooked and working\nsteadily, i.e., has been “turned out”, he moves on to bachelorette number\ntwo.

\n\n

Turnouts today\ncan be found in any number of situations. \nThe most literal is prison, where the idea is to progress as quickly as\npossible from lending your cellmate a cigarette to hiring him out to large\ngroups in return for a double-A battery or some smack. Most instances of it are more subtle though\nand do with the many ways in which people enter into, or are led into, or believe\nthey are led into, lives of criminality. \nHowever, for certain personality types, they don’t even have to be\nperforming a criminal act, for if a person has been degraded enough they may\njust begin to think that they no longer have any personal value anymore.

\n\n

Back to\nwomen. Do you know how organized gangs\nget prostitutes turned out now? Nowadays\nthey get them en masse from the Ukraine or Georgia or Albania. Hold a modeling audition and then ship them\nto Mexico, where they beat and rape the girls in conveyor-belt style. Then they are put up on homemade racks and\ntortured until there is nothing left to them inside. A lot of the time there’s heroin involved\ntoo, so the girls won’t run away. We’re\ntalking fourteen-year-olds here. At the\nend of the breaking-in period, the girls hate themselves, and the one thing\nthey all understood was that freedom was something they could in no sense any\nlonger claim to deserve.

\n\n

Like these\nother examples, he’d just turned Jamie out.

\n\n

It was about\nnoon. The day was a little warmer than\nyesterday, but the man wore a still appropriate bulky coat with collar pulled\nup, thin leather gloves, sunglasses and a floppy brimmed hat pulled down over\nhis eyes as he drove the smoky-windowed rental into town. Jamie sat slouched in next to him in the\nseat, a blindfold over her eyes so that she couldn’t see where he’d held her\nfor the last week.

\n\n

She wasn’t\ntalking much. Actually, she hadn’t said\na word. Perhaps that’s because after\ninserting the metal “pussy” ball, the man had stunned her and then wired her\njaws shut using the four holes in her front teeth. But first he had attached additional wires to\nthe rings in the sides of her tongue and wrapped the wires between and around\nher molars. When he was finished, she\ncouldn’t open her jaws and her tongue had been immobilized inside her\nmouth.

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The kidnapper\nalso had not wanted Jamie to see her face, so he had applied her makeup\nhimself. Because of her fear of the bomb\nhe’d wired inside her snatch, she’d stood quietly and obediently as he slopped\non a thick layer of moss-green eye shadow and champagne-colored lipstick. Eye-liner, lipstick and mascara, all applied\nto maximize her features in the most sluttish possible way. By the time he was finished, little aspect of\nher humanity or beauty remained to be emphasized by color and texture; the\nwoman’s features evoked nothing so much now as the regular lines and patterns\nseen on a butterfly’s wings.

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Finally, he’d\nhad her put on a short, navy blue denim mini-skirt without panties, a tight\nstretchy nylon top, without a bra, that massively emphasized the rings that\nstill pierced her nipples, and strappy navy-colored high heeled sandals. Over this she wore a short, quilted jacket\nwith a hooded top. He topped her off\nwith a cheap, shoulder length wig of black hair and heavy sunglasses.

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When the man\nstepped back and looked at the frightened young woman, he could see his imprint\neverywhere on her body like a colorless poison. \nThe garish makeup and pierced body, the slutty clothes, the helpless sex\nand the submissive spirit. He nodded to\nhimself in satisfaction. Even dressed\ndown as a slut, especially dressed as a slut, the TV woman still literally exuded a certain coarse attractiveness. But the most important thing was that she was\na broken woman and would do exactly as he ordered.

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He parked at\nthe far end of a huge mall parking lot just outside of Boston. Keeping his gloves on and his face muffled\nfrom her view, the man got out, walked around, opened the car door for her,\nleaned in and took off her blindfold. \nAware that someone might be watching, it took nothing for him to act\nlike a gentleman just this one time. \nAfter all, he had been trained by his mother to be superficially\ncharming, not necessarily sincere.

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He helped her\nout, lifted her wig a little to expose her right ear and then pushed in a\nnon-traceable cheap ear bud similar to that which the Secret Service wore. He had the transmitter clipped to his sleeve\nlike in the movies; with this setup he could talk to the woman and no one would\nbe the wiser. Finally, the man handed\nher a sealed envelope and told her to put it in the cheesy purse he’d found at\na Salvation Army store.

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They walked\ninto the mall separately, but the man was talking to her the whole\ntime….threatening her with the maiming and explosive death she carried between\nher legs if she did not obey his every command. \nWhat the frightened woman didn’t know was that she could have run free\nat any time. The sphere he’d allowed her\nto choose to be put in the bank safe had, in fact, been harmless. She couldn’t know that he’d weakened the door\nof the safe in several strategic spots before letting her see it and then placed\na small quarter charge of dynamite in the safe before dramatically adding the\nmetal ball she’d chosen. And all the\ntransmitter had done was set off the dynamite. \n

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The well-used\nbitch walked in ahead of him and he directed her towards the food court. Once inside, he had her take off her\njacket. Every man that walked towards\nher did a double take as they saw her pierced chest flattened against the\nfabric of the too tight top.

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Jamie sensed\nsomehow that if her nightmare was almost over, it was also almost too late, for\nshe just didn’t know if she could continue to go on. She already felt as if she were raiding some\nkind of last-ditch, emergency fuel tank. \nShe could feel herself digging deep into her reserves – of physical\nstrength, of self-control, of sanity – through sheer willpower alone.

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Once inside\nthe mall, she walked with her head down towards the food court, determined to\nmake eye contact with no one. Jamie\nrealized it made no sense, but she felt as if everyone knew what had happened\nto her over these last few days and she couldn’t bear to be seen. She just wanted to go back to her home, speak\nto no one and sleep for a year. And once\nshe had slept, she would try to pull her life back together. But she knew that wasn’t possible. Too many things had happened to her; too many\nthings had been done to her. God! She just wanted this nightmare over.

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Epilogue

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Whore From Professional Woman or She Was A\nWorking Woman Now, Left Without Dignity Or Hope

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As the man had\nhoped, the usual gaggle of pimply-faced, teenaged males was drifting from table\nto table. The kidnapper had his woman\nstand against the wall with a bored, yet rather sexy look on her face as he got\nin line for a quick sandwich. Once he’d\nlocated a table with six, scruffy-looking young Hispanic men all sporting long\ngreasy hair, the man ordered his now cast-off lover to approach the table and\nhand one of the boys the sealed envelope that he’d earlier given her.

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Everyone at\nthe table went quiet as the slutty-looking young woman with pierced, nipples,\nlong dark hair and overdone makeup hesitantly walked up and then handed the\noldest boy her letter. He opened and\nlooked at it, then glanced up at Jamie again. \nShe nodded towards the letter and it was clear that she wanted them all\nto read it.

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The boys\npassed the letter around, all accompanied by a lot of boorish laughter. The kidnapped television presenter still did\nnot know what the note said, but it was obvious she blushed beneath the thick\nlayer of makeup she wore, clearly both embarrassed and increasingly nervous at\nthe boy’s reactions. They all laughed\ntoo much at first, but after looking at her face a second and third time, it\nhit them that maybe she was for real. Or\nperhaps it seemed too obvious, too blatant, a possible trap.

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She may have\nbeen an obvious pickup, but the young woman’s master took no chances that the\npack might misunderstand her availability and ordered her through the ear bud\nto sit calmly in a chair at the young men’s table as they checked the big room\nfor police. This seemed too good to be\ntrue to them and they were all wary. \nAfter another few moments, the kidnapper ordered Jamie to slowly but\n“widely” cross her legs for the boys.

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Her head came\nup and her face went beet red as she closed her eyes in humiliation, but she\nfinally obeyed. It was that classic\nscene from Basic Instinct written live in front of the boys eyes and\nwhen she did it, it was immediately obvious to everyone at the table that she\nwore no panties. The amused kidnapper\nwas sure that this act alone was what finally made the boys decide that she was\nfor real. After all, who could ever\nimagine a female cop doing that for anyone they were about to arrest.

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After another\nfifteen minutes, the boys handed a bewildered woman over two hundred\ndollars. At that point, the kidnapper\nordered her to accompany them as everyone at the table got up and left. Security tapes later showed that she had been\ngiven money by the boys and then left with them willingly.

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Her original\nkidnapper later found out that the young men ranged in age from sixteen to\nnineteen and that they’d taken the young woman out to one of the boys’\nvan. At this point she’d become\nsuspicious, fearful of what came next according to the unknown script and had\nfinally attempted to free herself from them. \nBut alas, it was too late. She\ncouldn’t scream for help and fighting against six teenaged boys driven by\nhormones and guided by lust was a short-term effort with little reward and even\nless upside.

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Very quickly, the\nkidnapped woman accepted their invitation\nto enter the van. It seemed the boys had\na tool kit which contained a pair of pliers. \nWith no underwear to block their view, a quick investigation of the\nstubbornly fighting woman’s crotch showed them the problem. But it was easy to remove the wires which\nkept her pussy ball in place, even as they left intact the rings that pierced\nher labia. But interestingly, they\ndidn’t remove the wires in her mouth for another twelve hours.

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When he read\nthese sparse details online, her first kidnapper, now amused, thought that the\nyoung men had probably liked a quiet and pliable woman as much as he did. In total, there were twenty-one men in the\ngang. When Jamie’s mouth had finally\nbeen set free and she told them who she was and how she had already been\nmistreated by another man for over a week, the men felt sympathy…..for about\nten seconds. Then it started all over\nagain. They kept her for another week\nbefore letting her go. Jamie was\nwell-used the whole time, ridden quite hard actually. Many of her piercings were infected at this\npoint and while all were eventually removed, she was left with several\npermanent scars, what she considered her marks of shame that required plastic\nsurgery to repair.

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On the day\nfollowing Jamie having been acquired by the gang, the original kidnapper took\ntwo DVD’s filled with Jamie’s pornographic photos and videos and left them at\nan anonymous rendezvous. They were later\npicked up by a nerdy young man who specialized in setting up guerrilla web\nsites using public computers like those found in Kinko’s and many hotel\nbusiness centers. It only took a couple\nof hours to create an anonymous Jamie\nHernandez site. There was an\nadditional $500 in the envelope to pay the computer geek to also upload all of\nthe digital Jamie data too.

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While Jamie\nHernandez’s disappearance was still news at this point, it was more like second-page\nbelow-the-fold, definitely more Metro section in importance now. The young man had no idea of whom she was and\nproceeded as he had been paid to do. However,\nthe sudden appearance of a new Jamie H website proved like cheese to the\nproverbial mouse. And while there were a\nfew initial visitors within the first few hours of it’s being completed, word quickly\ngot around that the beautiful TV woman who had seemed so determinedly upwardly\nmobile was actually caught on tape performing some pretty rough stuff.

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By the end of\nthe first week, long before Jamie had even been released by the gang, the\nvarious pornographic photos and videos taken of her in the man’s loft had been\ndownloaded thousands and thousands of times. \nThe website was finally taken down by court-order six days after its\ncreation, but by then it was too late. Images\nand short videos of the kidnapped woman would live on hard drives in salaciously\nnaked and pornographic infamy for many decades to come.

\n\n

Jamie had been\nturned out, even though it took a little while for everything to sink\nin.

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When finally\nshe saw her husband again, with tears ribboning down her cheeks and her arms\ntightly crossed against her chest, all she could do was sob, “I waited so long\nfor you to come and save me. I waited so\nlong.”

\n\n

Jamie had been\nchanged. What had happened was horrific\nand unlike anything she had ever before experienced. Thankfully, few women had to experience it,\nfor it over-rode all of her life experiences and the millions of years of basic\nsurvival instincts which were embedded like code in the human brain. It was like every awful emotion she’d ever\nexperienced had been rolled up into a ball and dumped on her.

\n\n

She couldn’t\nsleep. Paranoid now, she no longer trusted\nmost people. She cried a lot now,\nbreaking out in tears at the most inopportune times. She had become everything she hated, but\nJamie could not help herself. She craved\nstability now and the few people who she allowed near her, they became more important\nthan ever. Not that they hadn’t been\nimportant before, it was just that never before had she even had to think about\nit.

\n\n

Jamie’s\nhusband divorced her within six months of her return – the media reported that apparently\nshe couldn’t stand being touched by a man anymore. Also, it seemed that he eventually wound up\nblaming her for much of what had been done to her; what a bastard the papers\nand blogs screamed!

\n\n

Jamie could\nfeel the full weight of her decision after the divorce. A door was closing; she had picked one path\nover another and the one she was on was definitely the one less travelled. Jamie never even considered returning to her\nown show. She moved out of state\ninstead, taking a job as a lowly paid worker in a hospital on the outskirts of\na small town in northern Maine. She\nsettled in and tried to make a new life. \nIt was difficult to make new friends, but eventually, she let a few\npeople inside her armor and it was only then that her life began anew.

\n\n

Although he\nnever took the time to find out for sure, the man who had kidnapped her was\npretty sure the bitch never went back to work on another television show. Bitch was like some kind of a female Rip Van\nWinkle, she’d been asleep for years and then he’d helped awaken her, made her\nunderstand that the whole world had changed. \n

\n\n

Served her\nright for being such a TV slut in the first place.

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