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CainePaine
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"hole Control" - part 4
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hole is a shuddering, drugged-up mess. Still leather-hooded and now indomitably attached to the 2-foot thick stone wall of my recreation chamber, her slight body lies on the ground quivering, inadvertently suffusing my nerves with invigorating, predatory fire.
The alcohol-viagra-caffeine solution previously brewing in her bowels was permitted to be expelled from her ass fifteen minutes ago. The relief she exhibited afterward was immediately diminished by her obligatory pronouncement:
"this little piggy is all clean inside for you now, Master..."
Her soprano, unspoiled voice makes it that much more special to my ears.
Speaking of sopranos...
It turns out that my prized angel actually was one in her younger days.. At least until her choir director proved to be a hypocritical deviant of dubious piety. hole recorded her traumatic experiences at the director's hands in one of her many journals, now in my collection.
hole, "Ann" in her former life, was an innocent waif of thirteen years when Regina Hyde, the implicitly trusted Music Director at St. Anthony's invited two of her young, promising protege's to a night out at the opera. La Boheme was playing, so the itinerary was to drive three hours to the big city, have dinner at Cru, see the show, and spend that evening at the downtown Sheraton.
What Ann and her pal, Nina, didn't know (along with their parents and the rest of the church congregation) was that 32 year old Ms. Hyde had already previously served a 5 year sentence in prison for serious indiscretions with a minor.
And, now she had two more female adolescents in her grasp. Ms. Hyde didn't waste her carefully crafted opportunity either according to hole's account, along with a few news articles I was able to locate on the internet.
Once back at the hotel, the trusted guardian slipped strong doses of Rohypnol in two bottles of orange juice, and soon the two trusting adolescents became totally susceptible to (and unlikely to recall) Ms. Hyde's dark plans for the night.
Amazingly, hole documented many of the graphic details in her diary, because her psychologist back then helped her "recover" the memories. hole writes, "the doctor said putting these feelings on paper will help me deal with what that freak did to me and Nina."
I will admit that, apart from her depraved interest in minors, Regina Hyde was a woman after my own heart, a predatory voyeur adoring of the female form, and of course lacking certain customary morals.
Still dressed in their satin gowns and stockings, the two young, semi-conscious charges were explicitly posed in all manner of positions in the hotel room while Regina Hyde captured every view, every deplorable transgression on film. Obviously not a proponent of the "look but don't touch rule," Ms. Hyde technically robbed "Ann" and Nina of their cherished virginities, too.
I'll stop there, because reprehensible though I may be, harming children is where I draw the line. I only provide the history to show that I wasn't the first miscreant to drug my darling pet for sinister purpose.
But, back to the present... and to the full-grown fucktoy I now call hole...
I know the calming effects of the alcohol have transported her to a much happier place, but it would be hard to guess from the constant agitation of her slim frame as she lies there on a crimson sheet of silk waiting for the unknown. The over-stimulation of the caffeine is causing her breathing to be accelerated and erratic. I see her chest rise and fall too quickly, but I visually devour her exposed, countable ribs in possessive appreciation.
Happily, the steel cuffs around her hands and feet will make sure my hooded pet stays put, regardless of her increased energy levels.
She's on her back with her spirited legs spread wide open. I was actually surprised to see how flexible my playtoy is when raising her cuffed ankles to the wall and shackling them directly against it a few inches higher than her head on either side, provoking negligible signs of discomfort on her part.
This position forces her hips to rise slightly off the ground, and her namesake holes to lift upward beautifully. Almost like two precious flowers smiling up at the sun and waiting to be pollinated. However, unlike the worker bee, I intend to use my 8-inch 'stinger' to plumb the velvet depths of her delicate pistils with lecherous abandon.
hole's face turns red momentarily, and I realize my inebriated cunt is testing the parameters of her hanging, counterbalanced arms. The limbs are tautly extended above her head by iron manacles holding them together. Mercifully, the steel around her wrists has rolled-smooth edges that prevent cutting into her soft skin, and there is adequate give to permit circulation.
But, that's not the best part. Attached to the manacles is a length of hanging braided steel that runs up, and then down, through the vertical row of eyebolts anchored into the wall above and behind her head, and terminates in an uncompromising loop cinched around her neck. Now, unless she expends just a small amount of her anxious energy keeping her arms locked out and straight up into the air, with shoulders lifted slightly, the weight of her own torso will cut off her air supply.
Completely her choice, of course.
She's also having difficulty keeping her legs still, and every time she tries to straighten or flex them, her shaved pussy rises up to kiss the air, putting on a show for Me. I wonder if any part of her stirring is sexual frustration due to the viagra, but I will learn how responsive my unseasoned slut is soon enough.
I just need two more items before I begin the next act. Striding over to the table nearby, I retrieve a sturdy, metallic ruler and a high-powered clitoral stimulator. Pleasure and pain are two of the basic absolutes through which we all experience life, and the two objects I now hold in my hands will be the diametrical, representative tools I use in this particular session to wring the ecstasy and agony out of my slave-doll.
Eventually, and with repetition over time, hole's nervous system will involuntarily sexualize the pain I inflict, and draw her closer to being the altered sexual creature I intend.
Looking forward to breaking in my captured slut for an eternity now, I'm already naked, and my excited, rigid cock will tolerate no further forbearance. I named my cunt 'hole' for a reason, and my eager manhood doesn't care which of the three virtuous receptacles it will violate first.
Kneeling in front of her restless crotch, I cause her to flinch by sliding my aching pole along the cleft of her pussy, gently spreading her soft lips apart. My cock comes away wet with her juices already, and I realize either my drug mixture is a success, or I have a seriously randy bitch on my hands.
Either way works for Me.
With the ruler and vibrator ready on the ground next to Me, I grab hole's thighs and line up with my beckoning target. Inserting slowly at first just the helmet of my throbbing member into her pretty orifice, I pause to thrill at the incredible heat she's producing.
Then, as if sealing a formal pact between us, and to remind her that she will forever be owned as a malleable object for another's exploitative pleasure, I lean closer and growl into her ear, "you're mine, hole."
And, with abrupt ferocity, I thrust my hips all the way forward, ramming my implacable cock home. I mash my pubic bone hard against her, grinding into her clit. A surge of bliss rushes from my ensconced manhood upwards to my brain.
hole emits an alarmed, animal, high-pitched moan, her mouth gaping in shock. She remembers only belatedly to keep her arms up to get a clear stream of air. Tiny, strangled whimpers escape as she fights to adjust to the racking invasion.
I withdraw slowly after a few seconds, savoring the way her tight flesh canal grips my shaft like a glove, and then lunge forward again. The force of our collision makes hole's lungs expel mid-breath. She feels so good to be inside that I don't even try to guess whether the stunned set of her mouth indicates fulfillment or revulsion. I just close my eyes, rear back, and plunge in again.
Since my cock has a healthy upward curve when fully engorged, I can feel the top surface of the head tingle as it forcefully skims the silky flesh of her tunnel until bottoming out all the way inside.
Giving up any thoughts of calm civility, I begin the most pleasurable theretofore fucking of my life. As hole's mouth transforms into odd, protesting shapes, I transform into a mindless jackrabbit. I rest my hands on the ground on either side of her, between her waist and bent-back legs, and piledrive that prime, perfect pussy.
I lift my left hand to her open mouth, insert my thumb inside, and grip her chin below using my fingers. Then, holding on (just in case she works up the foolish courage to try to bite), I lower my head to sweetly kiss the soft pinkness of her upper lip. I dart my tongue inside to lap at the roof of her mouth, and then extend it to the back of her throat. Unfortunately for her, this causes her to gag as my tongue has quite a reach. Once my tonsil torment of her has been satisfied however, I pull out, release her jaw, and continue demonstrating to hole what she is good for.
I'd like to boast and say that I was able to hold out like a champion and delay my first orgasm with hole, but I must confess that her young tightness quickly drives Me over the edge.
Feeling the inevitable climax upon Me, I withdraw, and aim my wet, angry cockhead directly towards her hooded, sightless face. Waves of intense pleasure flow through my core as ropey streams of cum erupt from my tool and splatter first on the leather covering my slavegirl's eyes, with more hot squirts landing on her uncovered, supple lips.
Even without sight, my unwilling whore obviously understands the mechanics of male sexuality as evidenced by her lips suddenly scrunching into a distressed pucker of revulsion as my slimy, pearly cum slides across her mouth, and a few dollops ooze from her chin to pool on her heaving chest.
Her jaw unmoving with still-compressed lips, hole remembers to keep her arms straight, and she flexes her fingers in discomfort as her only passage for air is now, by choice, her nose.
I hate to waste an opportunity, so in my state of contented bliss, I walk to the control room to retrieve one of my high-end digital cameras. Returning, I quickly stand in front of her to take perfect close-ups of my fucktoy's first, wonderful facial defilement.
I think Ms. Hyde herself would approve of my techniques.
"Open your mouth, cunt," lowering the camera, I break the silence. "I've given you a delectable treat, and you will enjoy every last drop."
hole maintains her stalwart mouth-defense, however, and shakes her head in firm, disgusted denial. I'm amused seeing the white blobs of cum quake and jiggle as she protests.
I was planning to use the ruler on her anyway, but now I have a justifiable reason. Lifting it silently from its spot on the ground, I let it hover directly over her partially spread, despoiled pussylips before...
Whack!
Flat, cold metal meets tender clit, and my little hole's mouth pops right open into a brutalized scream. Unable to move her legs with her ankles locked to the wall, she twists and turns her thighs in an effort to escape. Her hips buck into the air violently as she wails her torment.
"Go ahead. Taste your Master's load, my little cum-dumpster, and tell Me how much you like that sticky sperm-juice. Maybe you need more reminders about the consequences of disobeying?"
"Nnnhh.." sniff, sniff, "no, Master..." she sobs as she attempts in vain to bring her knees together.
Lucky for her, her tongue quickly emerges, and she tentatively samples the goo coating her lips and swallows convulsively. Her stomach takes a nauseous dip.
"Th... thank you, Master, for letting this hole taste your cum. It's so g... good, Master." Due to the caffeine, her words are still too rapid, too frantic.
"Every bit of it, hole. Surely you don't want to waste your Master's gift." I bring the cold steel of the ruler again into contact with her clit, and hold it there menacingly.
"No, Master," she hastily jams the words together.
As her tongue laps up my cooling ejaculate and draws it into her mouth, I explain the cum rule:
"That's my good girl. Whenever a Master or Mistress cums in your presence, you WILL go out of your way to seek out every last trace and slurp it up like a proper slave. If you fail to treat an Owner's precious cum like a lost wanderer reveres water in the desert, you will wish you were that poor soul. Slaves should be attracted to cum like moths are drawn to a flame. Do you understand, cunt?"
hole finishes tongue-dragging another glob of slime into her mouth to respond, "yes, Master," and then swallows again with a tense grimace.
As she obeys, I pull the ruler away from her slit, and put it down again, directing her, "Ok, finish your treat, hole."
I'm sure she can hear the electronic whir of the shutter as I immortalize these vivid scenes of her humiliation. Showing my slave the high resolution close-ups of her forcing down her only meal for the day will surely serve as gratifying entertainment later.
Flipping through the camera's playback screen, I sinisterly wonder how much Ms. Hyde would be willing to pay to see these pictures of her former student. Perhaps she's even available for a social visit, I muse.
"Now, open that mouth, and stick out your tongue," I command.
She's done as much as she can unaided, so I use my index finger to slide the remaining goop from her hood and chest into her obediently waiting mouth, and have her suck my finger clean.
"My, my, such a good girl. Maybe Master can give you a reward for obeying now. Would my hole like that?"
She hesitates before answering, probably questioning whether our definitions of "reward" are the same. I can't say I blame her, but genuine rewards are part of the training process, and I'm pleased when she momentarily responds with a reticent, "yes, Master."
"That's my good girl." I gently place my open palm against her pubic mound and lightly caress her newly depilated skin. Gliding gradually to her inner thighs, I trace slow, tender lines up and down her legs. I continue to rub and pamper her, giving her the warm attention she's gone without for days, at least since she joined Me.
A few minutes go by, and she eventually begins taking noticeably deeper breaths. Relaxed but stuttered purrs follow, and her pelvis rises slowly, barely at first, but then almost begging for more intimate attention as my calm stroking continues. I am in no hurry, though, and take my time working her up.
After this, she will remember that there is also pleasure to be had at my hands. And unquestioning obedience will be the key to unlocking that door.
Her kitten purrs slowly become sensual, womanly moans, and I reach down to grab the Pocket Rocket with the fresh batteries inside. Turning it to the lowest possible setting first, I touch its tip lightly to hole's taut stomach. Keeping the same delicate contact, I let it meander down to her beautiful crotch, and tease her outer lips with the low vibrations.
hole responds by slowly turning her hooded head from side to side and undulating her hips shamelessly.
Again, I am unsure how my little cockwhore would be responding right now without the effects of the drug-wine enema upon her, but I wanted her to enjoy this part of my plans without the undue stress of her recent traumatic enslavement distracting her. It seems to be working.
Finally, I settle the low-buzzing device directly on her clit, and I get the reaction I've been patient for. hole moans out her mounting lust and arches up further to meet the pleasure toy. I continue to tease her flesh button with the vibrator while my other hand roams over her body. Testing her readiness, I edge the power setting upward slowly, and she responds with an intensity to match.
Being no stranger myself to amorous dalliances with the fairer sex, I can tell that my wanton bitch is moments away from a powerful explosion. So, I cruelly pull the vibrator away, but continue to rub her toned legs with my warm, open palm.
"uhhnnngg," she cries out in frustration. "Please..." she begs while continuing to wriggle her hips like a siren intent on seduction. Watching her helpless and now yearning to temporarily play along with my twisted game, I feel my cock surge, already a pipe of steel again.
"Please?" I say, all innocence. "Please what?"
Another whimper of frustration emanates from her bound throat. It's obvious my chaste belle is reluctant to voice her vulgar, impure desires to her captor. "Please, Master...."
The slow gentleness of my roaming hand harmonizes with the soft tone of my words. "Does my good girl want Me to make her cum, hmm, is that it?"
Her delay tells Me she hates to answer... "Yes please, Master."
I bring the buzzing toy closer again, and make sweeping circles around her sensitive nub, eventually zeroing in on the target. Her moaning is delicious music with a raw undercurrent of animal lust. I adjust the speed again, bringing it up to half-strength as I simultaneously lean forward to brush her nipples with the back of my hand.
"Mmmhhh, yes, please don't stop, Mas...
uuhhh!!!" she exclaims in anguish as I pull away and deny her orgasm just on the brink yet again. A sheen of sweat coats her blushing skin now and she's panting like a crazed nympho.
Time to give my worked up bitch sensations of a different sort.
Pocket Rocket switched off, punishment ruler in hand, I raise the flat steel high into the air and bring it crashing down with devastating force onto the unprotected flesh of her right inner thigh. I flick my wrist at the bottom of the stroke to insure a brutal sting, and watch as she nearly strangles herself flopping around in terror.
"Aaaiiieeeeeee!!!"
Her shrill screaming is cut short as she reflexively jerks her hands downward, and the wire garrote chokes off her air supply. A series of coughs and retches quickly follow, and her drugged state seems to slow her identification of her own arms as the culprit of her asphyxia.
After a few smoother gulps of air, she keens pathetically, "why, Master?" and trails off into sobs.
"For starters, cunt, I will not have a filthy slut slave orgasming without permission like you were just about to do. Furthermore, what have you done since becoming my property to make your Owner happy? You have had several days to consider this, and you have only been thinking of yourself. Your Master demands utter love and adoration, but you've been a self-centered whore all your life, and apparently nothing has changed."
I punctuate my diatribe with an equally ferocious ruler strike to her other thigh. And, just because I can, I deliver ten more vicious whacks to her inner legs as she bellows maniacally.
A quiet laugh escapes from Me as I imagine hole's legs attempting to pedal an imaginary bicycle in this position, but unable to do so because her ankles are solidly fixed to the wall. Instead, the titillating result is her comical pussy dance as she tries to escape and not choke at the same time.
I allow her to calm down again before resuming the lesson. "So, hole, what should you never, ever do without permission?"
With tears streaming down from under her hood, she mutters, "I won't..."
Whack!!!
Another swift strike, but this time again right to her clit, causes a new round of wailing and frenzied activity.
"What a stupid cunt you are. Certain pain can be avoided by following your Master's orders, but still you have the audacity to say 'I'... hole is an object, a bitch for my amusement. Want to try again, whore?"
"Aannngggg," she despairs with her head turned to the side. "this hole won't have an orgasm without permission, Master."
"Thaaaaaat's right. And, especially since I've already decided to have you spend a few more days alone in your cage to think, what are you going to be thinking about, hole?"
"This, this hole will think about how to make you happy, Master, and... and how much this hole loves you, Master."
"Absolutely! Now my good girl is on the right track," I beam like a proud father.
I pick up the vibrator and start slowly again, proceeding to tease her until she's eventually at the same level of readiness I brought her to before. Her mind and nerves are so confused by now that she's like putty in my corrupting hands.
"Please, Master, can this hole orgasm?" she can't help but beg after several minutes.
Her pussy is so juiced up and inflamed with unslaked craving that she tries to force more friction between her love button and the device, uncaring that the braided metal around her neck is thus pulling tighter and tighter.
"Please!" nearly breathless this time.
"Please, Master!"
I pull my hand away and switch off the vibrator with finality.
"Hahahaha, no, I don't think so, cunt. You stay here and think about the lessons you've learned, and I'll be back... at some point."
Without another word, I grab camera, ruler, and vibrator, and leave her unsatisfied... fucking the empty air with desperate, wet futility.
End of part 4
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I welcome remarks about my stories, either appreciative or critical. All comments received, now and in the future, inspire me to continue to write.
Truly yours,
CainePaine
CainePaine@gmail.com
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