MERCY!!!
VOLUME 1
CHAPTER 1
It was the first day of my second semester at Uni.
Sterling University was not really the kind of place where legends of times
past took eminence over the here and the now. It is a young university,
having been established in 1971. I was in my second semester of the Bachelor
of Business programme.
I looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw. I was wearing a white lace bra
and matching g-string. I was good looking, and knew it. I had a fabulous
figure and it showed. The hours of hard work at the gym and the almost
obsessive concentration on healthy food had been worth it. While my mother
thought I was going mad, I had envisioned myself exactly like this this and
had worked towards it. My mind drifted back to the mirror. I had just had a
shower and was getting ready for my morning class. The white Warner lace bra
was a 34D. It was almost exquisite, the way the lace looked against my fair
skin. My breasts were firm and fitted perfectly into the D cup. The bra was
just perfect. I could see the dark pink of my small nipples through the lace
and I reached to my left nipple and gave it a little tweak. It sprang to
life sending shivers down my spine. I breathed in at the delicious sensation
and looked at the erect nipple struggling through the tight lace bra. "This
bra is quite skimpy really," I thought to myself.
I looked at the matching g-string and the way it hugged my slender waist
line. I had a 24 inch waist and with great amounts of sweating and working
out I was now a 34 in the hips. "Trisha, you have done well," I said to
myself as I turned around looking at my perfectly toned, yet soft and supple
bottom. I looked at the front of my g-string. I could clearly see the patch
of dark pubic hair through the lace. I rolled my eyes proudly and turned
around.
I picked up the white tank top lying on my bed and pulled it over my head and
slipped on a pair of denim shorts. I pulled my hair back in a tight pony and
looked at myself again. I have dark eyes and dark hair. This contrasts
vibrantly with my fair skin and I am proud of it. I have a very attractive
face and full lips. I seductively pouted at myself in the mirror as I
applied some lipstick. I picked up my knapsack and left the room.
It was 8:30 in the morning and the temperature was already around 29
degrees. I came into the kitchen to find my mother making breakfast for dad
and Jake, my older brother, who worked with dad in his distribution
business. "Yo, Sis," Jake remarked looking at me. I plonked my knapsack on
the chair in the dining room and said, "Hey, Trina left for school yet?
Thought she may need a lift." Catherine was my little sister. 15 years old
this year she was a striking looking young lady. She had dark hair and eyes
like mine and was built much the same, only more delicate and slender. She
had a figure I always envied and she didn't even have to work for it.
My first class was at 10:00am and I parked my Ford Telstar in the general
parking lot and went through the new Lecture theatre construction site. It
was hot and sticky. Already I was sweaty and hot. I walked onto the main
walkway and came upon a sea of people. I was greeted by 'Hi's and 'Hello's
from people I knew and some I had no idea I knew. I passed by Ricky and his
cronies and turned away as they made cat calls and whistled. This was no
great deal. Ricky was a rich spoiled brat and he and his two mates, Jason
and Rob were notorious for making trouble. I avoided them like the plague,
as did most of the girls.
I sat through the classes, one after the other and changed groups from one
lot to the other depending on who was in which class. I did not have any
affairs at this stage, having just broken up with Mark. Mark was a great guy
and there was nothing wrong with him. Yet, there was something about him
that I just could not stand. He was too proper, too sanitised, too perfect.
I needed a little more from my relationship. Something exciting. Some
danger! I smiled as I thought about this. Shaking my head I decided to not
pursue this line of thought and got back to the Marketing lecture.
It was my last class of the day and I was sitting in the caff, sipping a
coffee with Belinda and Jenn. I had not signed on for my last tutorial in
Business Communications with Mr. Wallace. I had to see him and was waiting
for him to arrive. His tute was the last of the day and started at 7:00 pm.
I needed to request him to take me into his tute, as the other tute clashed
with my Finance class.
I saw Mike Wallace walk towards his office from the caff. I got up and made
a beeline for him. He was a sharp, almost hard looking man. Most people
termed him a sleazy bastard as he was not one to let you get away with
mistakes. He also had a reputation for his uncompromising nature. I walked
up to him and said, "Mr. Wallace, may I speak with you?" He stopped and
looked at me in a rather unwelcome way. I started to explain my situation to
him. I was living with my parents and was on a fully funded scholarship to
Sterling. As part of this scholarship I was required to take on a full
semester workload of 5 subjects. So far I was fully enrolled for four and
needed to take his tute to make my enrollment in the last complete.
I then explained that I was working at MLC as a marketing analyst for four
days in the week and that was the only way I was going to be able to stay at
uni, having to live on my own finances. My work commitment required me to
cram four of the five subjects into one day and I had erroneously forgotten
to enrol for his night tute.
He looked at me as I spoke to him in a distant, demeaning manner. "Sorry
young lady, my tute is full." He was curt and short. I walked with him. I
pleaded with him, explaining that if I failed to be enrolled, I would loose
my scholarship and my job as a result of the fallout. My job was conditional
to my continuing my degree and successfully completing it. If I lost the
scholarship, I would not have the job and would loose, probably the biggest
career opportunity of my life. While most of my peers were taking it easy, I
was on the road to a brilliant career with a huge multinational. Such an
event as loosing my scholarship would obliterate any chances of my ever
contemplating a solid career.
He stopped as he reached his office. He looked me up and down and I shifted
as he dwelt on my bare midriff, my firm breasts and eventually my eyes.
"Young lady, your problems are not mine and I don't care. However, if you
can prove to me that you have the qualities to deserve this scholarship that
you are on, I will give you a place in my tute. I would like you to submit
an assignment to me tomorrow titled, 'The Role of Interpersonal Communication
in Business'. If that is of any value, I will give you a place." I smiled,
I knew that I'd blitz this assignment. I'll drop it into your office
tomorrow night Mr. Wallace, thank you." I walked to my car and knew I would
have to burn the midnight oil.
I got home sometime past 10:00 pm. I had gone to the gym straight after uni.
I liked going to the gym. There was something about the gym that I found
compulsive. I was probably the way you sweat and strain while you work out.
I was proud of my body and was proud of the way I got myself in shape, also
proud, I guess, of the way people looked at me. I may not be stunning
looking in a classical sort of way but I knew that I had a very strong effect
on people. Mark always told me that there was this sensuous quality about
me. A quality that he couldn't define.
In my heart, however, there was another reason I went to the gym so often. I
have, for some reason, from a very early age, found great pleasure in
physical work. I loved to sweat, to be physical in a raw sort of way. It
was very early in my life that I realised that I found things appealing that
not everyone spoke about. As a kid, I would love to play the part of the
queen or princess who was captured and tortured.
I remember when I was 12, I realised that I loved to read stories and comics
in which the heroine was captured, kidnapped or tied up. I started
masturbating very early and often read stories or thought about things like
being tied up and tormented. I would consciously look for these themes in
the stories I read. From 13 I started noticing the hair growth on my body.
I started shaving my underarms and legs and using a deodorant. Sometimes, I
would not realise it, but I would go through a day when I forgot to put on my
deodorant and after a game of netball, I would take off my clothes and smell
my own sweat. I found this a great turn on. I would raise my arms above my
head and smell my armpits and found myself getting hot as hell. Raising my
arms above my head made me feel vulnerable and ashamed. I found that the
more shame I felt, the more horny I got. This made me want to experiment
with my own body smells. I would take off my panties in the bathroom and
smell them. I somehow knew that this was not the norm and hid my feelings
with a passion.
As time passed, I found these feelings getting stronger and stronger. When I
joined the gym, I found that the sweating turned me on. As I grew, I started
to experiment with things. I would use scarves, string, rope, anything I
could find to tie myself up with. I would lock myself in my room and pretend
to be tied in various poses and then masturbate. With my feet tied together,
with hand-cuffs on my wrists, and a gag in my mouth. Any way I could make
myself live my fantasies. I frequently fantasised about being tied up and
being tormented. Sometimes, I would go days without touching myself and then
would ceremoniously masturbate while I fantasised that I was being kidnapped
and tormented.
I was still very young when I saw a film called Lipstick. The brutal rape
scene in the movie made me so hot and excited that I was almost afraid of my
feelings. I masturbated days on end fantasising about being tormented like
the heroine in the movie. It was then that I realised that my breasts were
my favourite genitalia. I loved to play with my nipples. I would gently
touch them and the touching sent shivers through my body. I would then
suddenly pinch them and I would groan every time.
I snapped out of my thoughts and said aloud as I took off my tank top, "if my
mother ever finds out about this she will kill me!" I slipped off my shorts
and looked at myself in the mirror again. I was horny as hell. I had now
gone two weeks without pleasuring myself. I craved to touch myself. To feel
my own body. To play with myself. However, I abstained, knowing that this
was a way of keeping myself in a state of sexual hunger and the reward, when
I will ultimately make myself come, will be absolute dynamite.
I took off my bra and looked at my full perfect breasts. My nipples were
erect with my thoughts and I sighed as I pulled on a loose T-shirt and
comfortable shorts. I had always kept my fantasies and my feelings very
secret. I flicked on the computer in my room, and as it whirred at life. I
thought that the only way that I could vent to my feelings was through the
log of my sexual desires that I maintained on an encripted collection of
disks. I was tempted to have a read of what I had written last. I slipped a
disk in and opened the file. It came on the screen. It was an essay on my
sexual cravings. Cravings that I knew were forbidden and dark. It spoke
about my deep desires to be sexually molested and about how I experimented
with myself as a child! I looked at the clock. It was past 11:30 pm and I
was getting tired. I flicked the floppy out and opened Microsoft Word up. I
started typing in my assignment.
It must have been past 2:00 am when I finished. I rubbed my eyes and
stretched. I copied the assignment onto a floppy and threw it on the side.
Next I picked up an envelope and wrote a note:
"Dear Mr. Wallace,
I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your interest
in my performance. Enclosed, please find a draft assignment that I have
specially prepared for you.
I would be obliged if you could provide me with feedback and comments
on the same. I will be in touch with you to see if we could implement
some of the suggestions and concepts that I have raised in the assignment
in real case studies.
I will contact you in a couple of days for your comments and hopefully
favourable action.
Yours faithfully,
Trisha Spencer."
I placed the floppy with the note in an envelope and licked the flap as I
sealed it. I would drop it off to uni in the morning on my way to work.
CHAPTER 2
I was at work all day and came home at around 5:00 pm. Trina was sitting in
front of the Television. She looked pretty in whatever she wore. She had on
a loose white T-shirt and surf shorts. Her black bra was visible through the
white and she looked very good. I had a seminar to attend to today at work
and so, had worn a very formal business suit. I was dying to get out of it.
I had on a fawn coloured short jacket and short, figure hugging, skirt. I
also had on an off white transparent shirt and in keeping with the latest
trends, I had on skin coloured satin bra and matching satin panties. They
were from the new nude collection from Elle, and were very sexy. I finished
the appearance with nude thigh high stockings and dark brown high heeled
shoes. "Hey Trina," I said. She looked worried. "Some Mr. Wallace called
for you Sis," she said, "said that it was very urgent that you call him
immediately." I hoped that the assignment was all right. I looked at the
wall clock and said, "I hope he is in the office," as I dialled his number
from my Uni diary.
I pulled into the metered parking lot at 5:40 pm and put 1 dollar into the
parking meter. I was not likely to be here more than half an hour, I thought
to myself as I walked towards Mr. Wallace's office. The campus was deserted
and quiet. I had not had the chance to change. I was still in my business
suit and thought this would make a strong impression. I had only washed my
face and touched up my makeup. Mr. Wallace had insisted that I come and see
him straight away. He said that he had to discuss something with me and that
it couldn't wait. I asked him if the assignment was all right. He said it
was better than he expected and that was what he wanted to see me about.
I took a breath before knocking at his office door. The whole corridor was
deserted. There was no response. I knocked again. "Come in." was a curt
and short response. I turned the doorknob and stepped inside. Mr. Wallace
was sitting at his desk. The computer was facing him and the blinds behind
him were shut. It was a hot sultry sort of evening and the air conditioned
comfort of the office and the bright lights were a striking contrast. He had
his attension immersed in some work on the screen and I stood waiting at the
doorway for a sign. No sign was forthgiving, so I entered fully and shut the
door behind me. "Mr. Wallace, you ... you wanted to see me?" I said. There
was no response. He just carried on working. I stood there and looked
around his office. It was large without being huge. There was a filling
cabinet on his right and an extender in his left on which he had his phones
and diaries. To the left of me was a small conference table and white board
and on the right was a bin for recycled paper. His table was a clutter of
papers and journal articles
I was still hot from work and the air conditioning was starting to cool me
off. I wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. I stood there, and felt
like a fool. I was about to say something when he raised his eyes to meet
mine. There was a chill in his expression that I did not understand. "About
the assignment, you were saying ..." I started. He cut me off by turning his
chair away from me. With his back to me, he quietly said. "Ms. Spencer, if
I was to tell you that your scholarship was no longer available, that you
were being suspended from Uni on charges of sexual impropriety, that MLC was
going to lodge a dismissal for poor character to you and an associate
lecturer was going to press criminal charges for solicitation of sexual
payment for educational benefit with intent to deceive and endanger, what
would you say? Ms. Spencer? What would you say?!"
I stood there stunned. I could not believe what he was saying. I found no
voice in my throat. What on earth was he talking about? He continued, "you
see Ms. Spencer, I read and reread your assignment. Very eloquent and very,
very titillating!" I was even more confused. I was angry. What was he
saying? "W ... What are you talking about Mr. Wallace?" I asked with a
broken voice, frowning. He handed me a printout.
The world crumbled around me. I wanted the earth to part and to devour me.
I felt a chill and broke into a sweat at the same time. My heart stopped.
It was my essay on my sexual desires and fantasies and details of what I did
when I was younger and what I would like to do! "M ... Mr. W.." I started to
mumble. "It was a mistake. I know," he pre-empted. "But a very grave
mistake, Trisha. Y'know it took me all day to crack your code. RAPE1, very
smart code. I had to actually deconstruct the programme to crack it. Very
novel. However, the reality of what has happened is that if I decide to turn
this assignment along with your accompanying note over to the Chancellor's
office and to the press, you are finished. You will never complete your
education and never have a career. You will always be branded a deviate and
a perverted outcast. I know that your father is dead and your family has had
to go through great financial hardship. The news may kill your mother and
very possibly ruin your little sister's life as well. So what do you do
Trisha?"
I was stunned. I could not believe my ears. I could not think. I was
panicking. Shaking. Shivering. Sweating. I had tears in my eyes and they
rolled down my cheek. I could not move. I could not talk.
He continued, "Only I can save you Ms. Spencer, only I. I may want to,
perhaps I will. However, I need you to understand and agree to something. I
will spare you and not take any action. In return, you must do everything I
say. Everything! Is that all right with you?" "Yes it was," I wanted to
say to thank him. I couldn't open my mouth. I could only lower my eyes and
lower my head. My heart was beating fast and blood was pumping in my veins.
I was starting to relax. He was a good man, he was going to teach me a
lesson and pardon me. "Is that clear Trisha?" he demanded, "are we clear?
If you even once go against what I say, I will personally ruin your life!" I
was confused and finally cleared my throat and said, "What do you want from
me Mr. Wallace?" He smiled as he looked at me. It was not a warm caring
smile. It was a hideous, pitiless and arrogant smile! "Everything" he
almost spat out. "Do you understand?" he asked. I slowly nodded. My eyes
were looking at the ground and my mind was racing. I was trapped. I had to
do what he said or he would ruin my whole existence.
"Very well, Trisha, go outside and make a call to your home. Tell them that
you will be late coming home as you have some urgent Uni work to do." He
threw two twenty cent coins in my direction. "Pick them up, and use them.
You will not use your own coins. Now go!" It was not a request or a
suggestion. It was a command. I was trapped, like in my fantasies. "Was I
mad?" I thought to myself. How could I think of those fantasies at a time
like this. My life was devastated because of them. I bent down and picked
up the coins and walked out of his room to the public phone at the end of the
corridor. I told Jake that I would be late and he said that I was up to no
good and that I should not stay away from home so often. I told him to get a
life and hung up. I looked at my watch, it was 6:00 pm. In 20 minutes my
life had gone through a major upheaval. I sighed and walked back to Mr.
Wallace's office. My heart was thumping against my chest and I was angry.
Very angry.
I was also calmer. I knew that I was cornered, that I had no recourse but to
give Wallace what he wanted. I thought to myself, maybe he will only try and
get sex from me. That, although I found repulsive, was a small price to pay
for the power he had over me at the moment. He was right, he could destroy
my whole life if he chose to. I reminded myself that I must keep this in
mind and do whatever he wanted.
I slowly opened the door to his office and stepped in, clicking the door shut
behind me. There was that look in his eyes as I looked at him. A look that
said that he was not open to reason. The look of a sadist, of a victor and
one of uncompromising harshness. I started to say something and then stopped
myself. I was embarrassed and ashamed. My whole personal life lay before
him and he was going to take full advantage of it.
I looked down at the dark blue carpet. He began, slowly and deliberately
"Now from here on, there is nothing that you will do without my permission.
Whatever you want to do, you must ask and if I permit you, you may do it. To
start with, you have been a naughty girl, haven't you?" I looked down
feeling a helplessness that I had not known before. "Answer me," he
demanded. I slowly nodded. He creaked in his chair and lit a cigarette,
"Naughty girls must learn a lesson. Take off your jacket," he said, matter
of factly. I hesitated. He said in a cold harsh voice, "Listen to me
Trisha. If I have to tell you things more than once, you will repent in a
way you have never imagined. You know that you have no way out of this and
you know that I am in complete control of your life from this moment on.
From now on if I tell you to stand, you will stand, if I tell you to strip,
you will strip and if I tell you to crawl, THEN, FUCKING BITCH, YOU WILL
CRAWL!! Is that understood?!" His tone scared me. I quickly nodded and
started to unbuttoned my jacket.
My fingers trembled as I opened the three buttons in the front of my jacket.
I stopped and took a deep breath. I gently slipped my jacket off my
shoulders and wrapped it around my hands in front. I knew that having been
in my suit all day, my shirt would show some wrinkles and I could feel it
sticking to my back with sweat. There were also some patches of sweat under
my armpits. I had my head bowed and knew that the outline of my satin skin
coloured bra would be visible.
The next command came, "Put your jacket on the chair Trisha and take your
shirt off." My throat was dry and my heart was pumping in my chest. I moved
forward and put my jacket neatly on the chair in front of his desk and
stepped back. Hesitantly, I began to unbutton my shirt. I could not look
up. My face was hot and flushed as I unbuttoned the front of my shirt and
held the ends together in shame. "I said, don't make me say anything twice,
Trisha. I have warned you." he threatened and I quickly pulled my shirt open
and slipped it off my shoulders. I was shy and nervous. I shielded myself
with the shirt. "Put your arms by your side Trisha," he said. I slowly took
my arms to the side and felt my breath quicken.
He could see me in my satin bra. My full, firm breasts were straining
against the tight smooth, almost shiny bra. I could see my nipples were very
erect. They made humiliating outlines through the satin, that he could
easily see. I was afraid, confused, and hot. I stood, my breasts heaving,
my face bowed. I felt as naked as I had ever felt in my whole life.
"Bring your shirt to me," he said. I walked to the table and handed the
shirt to him. I stood in front of him, uncertain and scared. He took my
shirt and felt it. Slowly, deliberately, he found the armpit of the shirt
and the patch of sweat that I had left in it. He lifted it to his nose and
inhaled. I was shocked and ashamed. He saw my discomfort and said, "Sweat
mingled with a strong deodorant. Hmmm, so the smell of your sweat turns you
on, does it? You miserable, perverted slut!" I felt tears well in my eyes.
He smelt the sweat patch on my shirt again and said, "Take your skirt off and
put it on the chair." I did as he asked. I was now standing before him, in
my satin bra and panties. I knew that I shouldn't, but I instinctively
covered the front of my panties with my hands. He shot a look at me and I
slowly removed my hands to my sides, clutching my fingers tightly together.
I shut my eyes as I knew that he could see the wet patch on my panties. The
satin panties were incredibly sexy, but if I was even slightly aroused, it
would show. I clutched my legs tightly together and hoped to god that he
would not see. He saw. "So you are horny you slut," he jeered. The
language was demeaning and made me weak in the knees. I couldn't believe
this. I gulped and kept looking at the floor. "The patch of dampness from
your pussy in your panties gives you away. Whore. You crave to be treated
like a slut. You are a naughty girl and will be treated like one. Go and
stand in the corner of the room next to the dust bin and face the wall until
I call you back." I could not move and then his words rang in my ears. I
slowly walked to the corner of the room where the recycling bins were kept
and stood facing the wall, my heart pounding hard in my chest.
I knew that he could see the flimsy strap of my bra across my back and my
firm round ass enclosed in the tight panties. I squirmed as he carried on
working as if I did not even exist. I was trying to catch up with my
thoughts. I was hot and strangely excited. I felt ashamed at being horny
and shuddered at what he had in store for me. Yet the patch of damp between
my legs, displayed shamelessly by the satin panties, gave away how horny I
was. My breasts ached in my bra and my nipples craved to be touched. I
shivered and squirmed as I stood facing the wall. My heartbeat would not
slow down.
Suddenly my eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat as Mr. Wallace spoke to
someone on the phone and asked them to come to his office. I whipped around
and looked at him, my eyes pleading. "I am telling you for the last time, if
you once again do anything that I did not give permission for or I have to
say anything to you more than once, I will ruin you," he spat. I turned
around, my heart beating faster than ever.
I stood there like a little punished girl facing the wall in my bra and
panties, my heart thumping against my chest fearful of the unknown. Who was
going to come in? What was going to happen to me? There was a knock on the
door and Wallace said, "Come in."
My heart stopped. Stunned, I shivered and squirmed as I saw, through the
corner of my eye Ricky, Jason and Rob walk into the room. I was quivering.
Wallace asked Rob to shut the door behind him. I hated these guys. They
were scum and were here to see me facing the wall in my undergarments and
squirming in embarrassment and shame. Ricky said in a sneering tone, "Wow.
Mr. Wallace, you have great taste and a fabulous ability to have what you
want." Wallace said, "Trisha, greet Ricky and the boys. Reach out to the
wall in front of you and place your palms against them." I choked as I
whispered, "Hi." and gingerly reached forward and placed my palms on the
wall, like a suspect is made to do when being frisked.
CHAPTER 3
Wallace clicked his fingers and someone walked behind me. I held my breath
as I felt someone else's breath over my shoulder. "The slut never
acknowledges us. Now is the time she will pay for it." It was Jason. He
was standing behind me and I felt his hand on my bare back. I drew a quick
breath. His hand made me feel so helpless. "Go ahead, Jason, grope her,"
Wallace commanded. Jason reached around from behind, slowly running his
fingers along my waist to my flat smooth stomach. He reached my belly button
and prodded at it with his index finger. I suddenly felt butterflies in my
stomach and my knees weaked. I was breathless and was shaking. Then he
placed both palms of his hands on my tummy and started to move his hands up
towards my breasts. His coarse hands passed over my smooth skin and slowly,
deliberately, he felt my breasts over my bra, squeezing just a hint, as his
hands passed my firm full breasts. I squirmed and shut my eyes trying to
block this intrusion out. I was breathing harder and knew this would be the
worst kind of turn on for these bastards. Worse, I was getting wetter and
wetter between my legs and knew that this would make the damp patch on my
satin panties even more prominent.
Then Jason withdrew and Wallace commanded, "Turn around and face us.
Trisha." I turned around and lowered my head. I was facing the four men in
my shameful state and found tears well in my eyes. I struggled to keep my
hands from covering panties. My nipples were aching through my bra and I
knew that this was a definite turn on to them. Wallace asked me to go to the
white board and stand and face them. The boys sat around me on swivel
chairs. Wallace got up from his desk and came over to me. I was shivering
and pleading with my eyes. He picked up a pointer and said, "Boys, I will
demonstrate to you, the main qualities and features of a whore."
I was a piece of meat to these people. Wallace made me stand straight and
keep my arms by my sides. He began, "Notice how her breasts are heaving.
Look how her nipples are aching to tear out of her bra. See how her breasts
are clinging to the fabric of the bra." He was pointing to my nipples and
making circles around my breasts with the pointer. "Look at the slim waist
and the extreme sexuality in her squirming. This woman is a born slut."
Next he tapped my arms with his pointer and said, "Trisha, raise your arms
above your head and clasp them behind your neck." I slowly did as he asked
feeling for the first time in my life totally submissive and humiliated. I
stood there before him and quivered as he continued, "The greatest asset of a
raw slut is the way she smells. He came close to me and bent slightly to
bring his nose close to my left armpit. He took a long deliberate sniff and
said, "very sexual and raw. Her sweat mixed with her deodorant. An animal
like sexually exciting odour." I turned my head to the side and shut my
eyes, my face flushed with shame and degradation.
He made the boys do the same. Ricky came to me and looked at me. He took my
chin in his fingers and raised my face towards him. I still had my eyes
shut. He ran a finger from my neck to my armpit and rubbed his finger in my
sweat. Then he raised the finger and placed it near my nose. I smelt my own
animal fragrance. I shivered in shame and a hot strange excitement. Then he
lent and deeply smelt my armpits, first one then the other. Jason and Rob
did the same. I was so ashamed. I felt raped and abused. Then Wallace
continued, "Now look at her pussy. See how wet it is? She is nothing but a
slut and is turned on by degradation and shame. See how shapely her ass and
thighs are. We will have to give her this abuse that she craves. Trisha,
look at me."
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was standing at the end of the room
from where I was. He said, "Crawl to me slut and when you reach me, kiss my
shoe." I hesitated and then slowly got to my knees and slowly crawled
towards him on all fours. The carpet burned against my skin and my face
burned with shame. I reached him and bent and kissed his shoe. Then Ricky
said, "Now crawl to me and when you reach me, extend your arms out in front
of you and place your elbows on the floor with your palms facing upwards, and
place your forehead on the floor and say, "I'm your slut Sir." I turned and
found him halfway to the door. I crawled to him and felt my body shivering
as my legs brushed my pussy lips together as I crawled and my breasts felt
like they were heavy with lead in them. I took the position he demanded and
whispered, "I'm your slut ... Sir." He laughed and then Jason said, "Trisha,
baby, crawl to me and when you reach me kneel, put your arms behind your head
and say, "please smell my sweat, Sir." I couldn't believe what was happening
and I was crying as I crawled to him and knelt before him and clasped my
hands behind my head. I whispered, "P ... please smell my sweat Sir." He
bent forward and took another deep sniff from my right armpit. Rob said to
me, "Crawl to me and kneel before me and say "I'm a whore and need sexual
abuse, Sir" I crawled to him and whispered the words.
Wallace walked behind me and grabbed a fistful of my dark hair and tugged at
it hard, yanking my head in his direction. My hands reached for his and I
whimpered as he lowered his face to my ear and said, "Now slut, kneel before
us and look at me and say, "please rape me, MASTER." I shivered as he let go
of my hair. The sudden pain had caught me unawares and I was loosing control
of my emotions. Tears flowed down my face as I knelt and faced him and
whispered, "P ... p ... please r ... rape me M ... m ... MASTER!" He came up
to me and slapped my face. I shivered as my face fell to one side, my hair
falling over my eyes.
Then he came close to my face and hissed, "Now I want you to do the following
things. Go home now and pretend as if nothing happened. Go to your room and
take off all your clothes. Leave your bra and panties on. Don't put on any
air conditioning tonight. I want you to sweat all night. When you lie on
your bed, you are not to touch your pussy. Lie in bed and gently touch your
nipples over your bra and whisper to yourself the following, "I am a slut, I
am a whore, I crave humiliation, I am a dirty slut and deserve to be raped."
You will keep saying this as you pinch your own nipples. You will not touch
your pussy in any way. Tomorrow, I want you to call in sick at work and then
in the same bra and panties under your gym clothes, you must go to the gym
and work out. You will not have any showers tomorrow or use any perfumes and
deodorants. When you finish, you will be sweating and hot and reeking of
your sweat. I want you to then drive to this address." He Threw a piece of
paper at me he and let go of my hair.
I could not believe what he was saying. I got up and Ricky caught my arm and
pulled me to him. Yanking my hair back he looked at me and said, "If you
fail, you know what will happen, do you understand?" I nodded. He let go of
my hair and said, "Before you leave, go to Mr. Wallace, kiss his lips and beg
him to rape you tomorrow." I unsteadily walked to Mr. Wallace and stood
before him. I then got on my toes to reach him and placed my lips on his and
whispered, "Please ... Master ... rape me tomorrow." I could not believe I
was saying this, but what option did I have? "You may put your clothes on
Trisha," Mr. Wallace said, almost politely. I gratefully put my shirt and
skirt on. Jason came up to me and said, "Before you leave, lift your skirt
and reach under your panties and run your finger through your soaking pussy
and then ask all of us smell your juices." This was the ultimate
humiliation. I shamefully lifted my skirt and reached into my panties. The
sensation of my fingers on my hot and burning pussy was like a bolt of
lightening. I shivered and let out a soft moan. I knew that my pussy was
soaking and so did they. I pulled out my finger and prodded it hesitantly
towards Jason and asked, "P ... please smell my juices, Sir." He took a deep
sniff and shut his eyes. I went up to each the others in turn and asked the
same question. They then made me lick my finger. The taste of my own juices
was driving me mad. I was so close to going over the edge. I controlled
myself and put on my jacket and left.
I was in my room and was standing in front of my mirror again. I was still
in the bra and panties that I had been ordered to sleep in. I knew that my
life was never going to be the same again. I was humiliated and abused, and
had no way out. I was hot and sweaty and knew that I was going to be
terribly humiliated tomorrow. It was hot in my room. I lay on my bed and
ached all over. I wanted to touch myself, to make myself come and defy these
bastards who were taking advantage of me. I reached for my pussy and then
stopped. I could not afford to infuriate these bastards. I had to do as
they commanded. I reached for my erect, sensitive nipples and had shivers
through my body as I gently touched them through the smooth fabric of my
bra. I was sweating and the sweat was causing the touch to be even more
sensational. I shut my eyes and felt tears welling up in my eyes. I felt my
pussy helplessly begin to moisten again. I gently pinched my nipples and
whispered to myself, "I'm a slut, I'm a whore, I crave humiliation ... I ...
huh ... hh ..." I was finding it more and more difficult to string two
sentences together. The shame and the humiliation of self abuse along with
the torment of my sensitive nipples was driving me insane. I whispered,
"God ... hhhuuhh ... I'm a slut, I'm a dirty slut and deserve to be raped ...
I'm a slut ... I'm a whore ... I ..." and I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER 4
I awoke wet with sweat. My whole body was glistening with sweat. I got out
of bed and looked in the mirror. I was covered with a film of sweat and
there were bold stains and patches of sweat on the satin bra, all over my
breasts and along the innner sides of my arms. I was embarrassed to see the
stain and still wet patch of dampness between my legs. I looked at my
bedroom clock. I called in sick and went into the bath. I could smell
myself. It was very strong. It was a strong animal smell. I raised my arms
above my head and turned my head to the left. I gently sniffed my armpit.
"God!" I thought. I shut my eyes. There was a hint of deodorant and a
strong smell of my sweat. I could not believe that these people were going
to make me do this. I brushed my teeth and pulled on my gym gear. I wore a
tight bodysuit and bicycle tights. I then began to pace the room.
I could not believe how slow time passed. I felt abused as I sat in my room
still sweating from the heat. I thought about the day old bra and panties
that I was being forced to wear. I could smell my own animal odour. I knew
that this would be embarrassing at the gym. I had no option.
I had just finished from the gym and was driving towards the address the men
had given me. I pulled into a driveway, walked to the door and knocked.
Jason opened the door. He motioned with his finger for me to come inside. I
was hot and sweaty from the gym and did as he said. He lead me to a huge
living room with all sorts of old furniture. In the centre was a large
wooden table and there were floor to ceiling mirrors on two walls. On the
right was a fireplace and two pillars stood to that side as well.
Wallace was sipping a beer and looked at me as I came in. "Did you do as we
commanded?" he asked. I nodded. He then got up and came close to me and
said, "You do smell like a slut. Tell me what did you say to yourself last
night?" He said this as he ran a finger along my cheek to my lower lip and
ran it along the quivering lip. Then he suddenly yanked my hair and I shut
my eyes to the pain and he hissed, "Tell me slut." I took a breath and
whispered, "I ... I said I'm a slut ... I'm a whore and that I deserve to be
raped."
He tugged at my hair a little more and trailed his tongue along my neck and
slurped at my lips. It was a lick, demeaning and degrading. He withdrew
leaving his spit on my lips. I reached to wipe it away and he slapped me.
"No ... you don't do that" he sneered. I stood squirming before them and was
asked to take my gym wear off. I did. I stood before them in my sweat
drenched satin bra and soaking satin panties. Then they made me assume
various positions for them. I was asked to stand with my feet apart and my
arms high above my head. I was made to bend over and display my "luscious
ass" to them. I was made to squat like a bitch and spread my legs for them
to see the humiliating wet patch at my crotch. I had to hold my breasts in
my hands and squeeze them gently. With each humiliation that they threw on
me, I squirmed and got hotter and hotter, and more and more horny. I was
flushed and my heart was beating very fast.
Wallace asked me to offer my wrists to him. I slowly proffed my wrists in
his direction. He yanked my arms behind my back and deliberately clamped
cuffs around them. I felt a shiver through my body as the steel touched my
skin. I then found that Ricky had come behind me and slowly put a collar
around my neck. Wallace then attached a chain to the front of the collar and
taking the chain in his hand, he tugged at it and made me follow him as if I
was a bitch on a lead. He tugged at the chain and I jerked forward into his
arms. He caught me and said, "Look, the slut can't walk." and as he said
that he spun me around and held me with my back to him by my elbows. Ricky
was standing in front of me and I saw a look of lust in his eyes.
"Grope her Ricky," Wallace said. I held my breath as Ricky roughly grabbed
my breasts and squeezed them. I was squirming but helpless and he kept
playing with my breasts. Squeezing. Slapping. Pushing. Kneading.
Pinching. He was relentless and insensitive and my breasts felt like they
were on fire. I was trembling and the sensations radiating from my breasts
made me moan. I was in both pain and pleasure. Suddenly he stopped and Rob
was before me. "Rip her panties off," Wallace commanded, still holding my
squirming quivering body. Rod gently touched the sides of my satin panties
and with one motion, ripped them off my body. As my panties were ripped
away, I felt a burning sense of shame and humiliation. I now was completely
dominated.
I saw Jason take the ripped panties and smell them. He passed them on and
each one of the bastards smelled them. Then Wallace asked Jason to rip my
bra off. I struggled as he came up and again, in one strong motion, ripped
my it off my breasts. My nipples were aching and erect as my breasts sprang
free. They could see me totally naked now. They had seen every inch of me.
My full firm breasts and erect nipples. My slim waistline. My bushy mound
of hair between my legs. I knew that this was only the beginning of today's
torment.
Wallace reached from behind me and roughly grabbed at my clit and squeezed.
The sudden impact and the pent up tension made me groan and jerk my pussy in
the direction of his hand. He stopped and said, "She is a slut. Look at
her cravings." I looked down in shame and felt him jerk my chain and drag me
to the corner of the room. He undid my cuffs and walked to the center of the
room where the others were standing and said, "Slut, crawl to me and kneel
before me. Then you will suck my cock." I had tears in my eyes as I crawled
to him and knelt before him. He pulled his cock out from his pants. It was
huge and he proceeded to smack me across the face with his cock. I shut my
eyes and beared the humiliation. I felt it stiffen as he wacked it against
my face and then he stopped and yanked my hair and as I opened my mouth to
register the pain, he slammed his cock into my mouth. I nearly choked and
gagged as he gave me no respite and started to fuck my mouth. He pumped it
in and out of my mouth of about a minutes. Then he stopped. I was dragged
over to Rick. His cock was fully erect. I did not want to be gagged with it
so I took in between my soft moist lips and sucked on it. He also fucked my
mouth for a minute. I was suddenly dragged away and made to suck one cock
after another and over and over again. I lost track of the minutes, but by
the time they'd finished, my mouth and throat was raw and racked with pain.
They had all deep-throated me. Before this, I had only deep-throated my boy
friends on special occasions, and then only for a short while. My throat was
totally unaccustomed to this abuse.
I was then held up by Jason and Rob as Wallace took hold of my highly
sensitive nipples and tweaked them. I was on the brink of an orgasm and as
he played with my nipples, I squirmed and moaned helplessly. Shamelessly.
He then stopped and said, "Now you will be punished for being such a slut."
They tied my wrists together in front of me and yanked my arms above my head
and secured it to a beam. Then Wallace stood before me and drove his nose
into my armpits and smelt me. Smelt my raw sexual smell. He said, " you
will look directly into my eyes. Do not turn away. Boys, spank her!" My
eyes grew wide and I met his glare. He came right up to me and placed his
face right in front of mine and stared into my eyes. With his hands he
grabbed my sensitive nipples and tweaked them. I could not help but let out
a moan. He continued to roll my nipples with his fingers while he stared into
my eyes. I could not maintain control over my reactions. My body squirmed
and I moaned with pleasure and shame.
Then, I felt a smarting smack on my bare ass, followed in quick succession by
another and another. They were different hands. The boys were spanking me
and taking turns to do so. I jerked as the spanking stung my ass. I started
to gyrate shamelessly trying to get away from the blows. I parted my lips
and started groaning aloud, "Aa ... aa ... aah ... unaah ... aaAAAH ..." each
blow making me scream louder and huskier, as I struggled to keep my eyes open
and keep looking into Wallace's eyes. The shame and the pain made a lethal
combination and I felt my ass become hot. I was smarting and bucking my head
in the pain. His constant tweaking of my nipples was taking me out of
control. I found tears streaming down my face and he continued to look at my
humiliation, up close and personal. I squeezed my ass to get away from the
blows and suddenly, shamelessly and without control burst into a humiliating
orgasm. I gyrated my hips back and forth, squeezing my legs together as hard
as I could. I screamed my agony and ecstacy out load for the whole universe
to hear, "AAaaaaaaHAAHHAAHHHHHHHUNH!"
The spanking stopped. After my orgasm subsided and I was back in control of
my body, Wallace pulled my lips to his and probed my hot mouth with his
tongue. I was limp against the bonds from the shattering orgasm. I could
not believe I had let myself come. I was so ashamed.
They untied me and I covered my naked body with my arms in shame. My ass
felt like it was on fire and I was shivering. "How merciless can these
people really be?" I asked myself. They were all still clothed except for
their cocks sticking out. I was naked. The humiliation was more than I had
thought possible. Then, Wallace threw four bits of paper on the floor in the
middle of the room and said to me, "Whore, each piece of paper has a number
on it. These will determine in what order we will fuck you in. It will be
your choice. You will crawl over, pick up one paper in your mouth and
deliver it to the one you want to have in that position. You will then ask
us to fuck you in this position. Number 1 will be the first to fuck you,
and Number 4 will be the last."
I started to cry again, but got on my hands and knees and crawled over to the
bits of paper. A different number was printed on each piece. It was
entirely my choice in which order their cocks entered me. I looked back at
them. They all wore smirks on their faces. I again looked at the paper and
picked up the 1 in my teeth. I turned and crawled over to to Rob and dropped
it at his feet. I didn't dare look up at him, but I could still feel his
amuzement as he looked upon me from above. I asked "W ... will you please
fuck me first, Sir?" He bent down, grabbed my chin and lifted my face up so
that I was now looking into his eyes. "I will be glad to service you first,
Slut," he said. The humiliation was intense. "Who did he think he was?
Speaking to me as if he was granting me a favour. That SON OF A BITCH!," I
thought. I crawled back to the remaining pieces of paper and delivered them
to the others in similar fashion. The final order was Rob, Jason, Ricky and
then Wallace.
I was then dragged to the center of the room and made to lie on the table
with my legs and ass positioned at the edge of the table. I lay down and
shut my eyes. Then I found Wallace yanking my hair. He commanded me to
continue to look into his eyes as I was fucked like a common slut. I hated
him and defiantly met his glare.
Rob touched my pussy and tweaked my clit. I shuddered and let out a moan.
Wallace smiled and I helplessly struggled to keep my eyes on his. Rob then
placed the tip of his enormous penis on my crack and inserted it deep inside
me. Slowly. Very deliberately.
I had to shut my eyes, the sensations were uncontrollable. I could not bear
to let Wallace see my lust filled eyes as I was being used like a whore. He
yanked my hair again and I groaned as I half opened my eyes. I was crying
and helplessly moaning as Rob fucked me, skilfully and with long firm
strokes. As my breasts shamelessly moved to the rhythm of the fucking,
Wallace continued to see my horny humiliated face and I struggled to keep my
eyes open as tears continued to fall. My moans escaped my lips, "Ah ... ah
... ah ... ahh ... aahhh ... AAAHHH ... AAAAAHHHH ... AAAAAAAAHHHHH ..."
With each stroke, my lustful moans became loader and loader, and the higher
my hips rose from the table to meet his thrust. I came with a violent jerk
and shamelessly threw my head back as Rob shot his hot sperm into my pussy.
My pussy clamped around his penis and actively milked him until he was dry.
I gritted my teeth, the bastards had made me come again. I tensed myself as
Jason shoved his slightly smaller penis into my throbbing pussy. He was
rough and made no effort to find a rhythm. I opened my eyes to see Wallace
still looking at my face. The shame made me want to shut my eyes but he
yanked my hair and I looked at him again. Jason came quickly. His cock
forcefully exploded deep inside of me. I felt, or maybe only sensed, his hot
cum as it burst out and mingled with my own juices.
Ricky smashed his huge penis into me with such force that I thought my slit
was going to tear. He fucked me long and hard, slamming his cock into my
pussy and using his fingers to play with my clit. He would build me up and
then, just as I would get to the verge of a shuddering climax, he would back
off. I screamed and moaned and Wallace scoffed at me. Finally Ricky came.
Driving his penis as far as it would go into my pussy. His hot sticky sperm
flowed into me. He softly thrust his penis back and forth, coaxing every
single droplet of sperm out of his penis and into my helpless pussy.
By now the semen from the three fucks was beginning to flow out of my pussy,
and stream downwards, following my crack, over my ass hole and coagulate in a
pool on the table. I was so ashamed of the state I was in.
It was Wallace's turn. He entered me and I didn't fight him. He fucked me
with such a huge penis that I thought I was going to tear in two. I groaned
and moaned as he made me buck and weave like a leaf in a storm. He slammed
into me and I gasped as I had another shattering orgasm. He fucked me for
what seemed like an eternity, my body was tired and ached all over. My
buttocks were still sore. I noticed these things, but the pain eminating
from my pussy was driving me crazy. It felt like it was raw. Like the skin
had been shreded off and was now only meat.
I was wet with sweat. He was rough and careless and yet there was nothing I
could do. I came again. I was sobbing violently with shame as he finally
came and discharged his load inside of me. This triggered me to organism
again and again my pussy clamped around his penis to milk it. My pussy
worked at it furiously, as if it wanted to suck the entire prick in.
He withdrew it from my pussy after it was satisfied and had settled down
again. He left me on that table like a used object and went into the other
room with the boys. I lay there. Naked. My legs spread wide apart. Semen
flowing from my pussy. Slowly, I got up and found a nearby toilet. I
cleaned myself out and limped back to the room. I was ashamed, humiliated
and naked. I had no bra and panties. I reached for the tights and body suit
and put them on and then waited for them to return. Wallace came in and
said, "You have been very good, Trisha, my little slut. But I still have not
decided if you may come to my tute." He then smiled and turned away,
laughing cruelly. I slowly walked up to him and whispered, "Please have
mercy Mr. Wallace, I've done all you wanted ... please ... please. Mercy!?"
Mr. Wallace smiled and looked at me with an evil look in his eyes. The boys
were standing around looking at me. Mr Wallace asked, "Mercy?" and they all
laughed.
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This was the first of my stories. It is based on some of my real life
experiences in sexual humiliation and submission. It is meant for open
minded adults and is in no way, shape or form meant to degrade women. It is
purely an expression of my sexuality.
