Chapter 3
There is an ancient, mystical, myth that goes something like this. At the
beginning of the Universe, almost everything was divided into Masculine and
Feminine energy. Feminine energy wanted to leave and form a separate Universe.
She was pursued and caught by Masculine energy, which sought to join by force,
and pierce and dominate Feminine energy. Since that time, these forces have been
joined together in a cataclysmic dance. All energy and matter is somehow imbued
with this Singularity of Consciousness, as Masculine and Feminine energy strive
to finish this reconciliation, playing it out throughout the Universe.
As we ate lunch in silence, I enjoyed the view of her naked, sitting next to
me. Her body was actually quite perfect. I reflected a bit on how our country
had become the dictatorship. First had been the attack on the Twin Towers. Then,
there occurred a couple of serious biological attacks killing a few hundred
thousand people. Finally, there were explosions of a few suitcase nukes that
weren't supposed to exist. Habeas Corpus was immediately terminated. Secret
trials became legal. Secret death sentences became legal. Drug crimes became
even more heinous because the terrorists used drugs to raise money. People
traded their safety for their freedom. We used Democracy to end Democracy. If a
person was sentenced to death for a crime other than treason, they were
rehabilitated. They never gained freedom again, and always remained in slave
status, but they were alive. Girls that were attractive were consigned to
special reform schools that were operated by the powerful and influential men of
society. These girls were broken and compliant, and were often used a number of
times every day. They ranged in age from 13 to 40. There were many schools in
every county. Other girls became one of many wives or concubines of powerful
men. Often I would marry one off to another man as a reward. He would get an
obedient, submissive wife or concubine whose main goal in life was pleasing him.
Occasionally these men would bring their wives to my home for dinner. They would
be entertained by one of my newer girls, and I would spend part or all of the
evening with the man's wife. Sometimes we would all spend some time together.
The System worked. People felt that they had more safety. The President was a
dictator with absolute power. The wealthy elite had privileges that gave them
the use of the absolute power they had always desired over a number of girls and
women. This was Aline's position now- utter vulnerability and utter
availability. I was about to spank her somewhat brutally, and deflower the
virginity she had protected for so long. I knew that and she knew it. I savored
the moment. She trembled slightly.
I finished lunch and took her by the hand into the bedroom part of the suite. I
went to the night-table beside the king sized bed. I took out a few things: a
tube of KY Jelly, a couple of very small paper cups, and a couple of latex
gloves. I walked to the foot of the bed, and sat on the bench that that was next
to the foot of the bed. I motioned Aline over to me, and she complied
immediately. She stood in front of me. I opened her legs about a foot with one
hand, and put my arms around her waist. She put her arms around my shoulders as
I buried my face in her breasts, inhaling them as I kissed them. I opened her
ass cheeks for a moment, and put my middle finger halfway into her rectum. She
didn't tense at all. After a minute, I took my finger out of her, and clipped
her wrist cuffs back together. I took her across my lap, positioning her to my
preference, towards the end of my lap with her torso not on the bench, but
rather tilting toward the floor, which she touched with her hands. Her bare
bottom faced upward right on my lap, and her legs tilted down toward the floor
at a 45 degree angle.
This gave me a perfect view of her ass, rectum, vagina, and upper thighs. I
rubbed her ass, and gently finger the openings of her rectum and pussy. With my
other hand I caressed and weighed each of her breasts. On her ass I could feel
the raised part of the donuts, partly purpled from the mornings paddling. I
asked her how many whacks she thought I should give her? She responded, "UMM,
50, Sir?"
I replied, "Oh I think the number is more like 3 or 4 hundred. If you ask
nicely, maybe we can take a break at 150 or 200. You can cry, and you can beg.
But understand this, if you struggle, you will go right into the special room.
Is that clear?"
She whimpered, and answered "Yes, Master."
Some men like to give long, slow, and hard spankings. They will space their
whacks out by as much as 30 seconds. A 100 whack spanking can take half an hour,
or longer. Other men like to give a spanking with less hard whacks as quickly as
every second. A thousand whacks like this can produce many tears in 15 or 20
minutes. I generally spank my girls hard, but with a whack every 3- 5 seconds.
Generally, I will give my girls 150 whacks in 10 minutes. For the girls, it is
an extremely long 10 minutes. Aline was about to have a long half an hour.
The mirrors allowed me to watch her face, and it's expressions as well as her
ass and legs. I looked into the mirror, and through it, into her eyes. She
looked at me pleadingly for a moment, and then looked at the floor. I held her
back with one arm as I brought the other all the way up. By the third whack she
was squealing "OWWW!" By the 10th whack she was almost shouting it. By whack 20
she crying. Tears were pouring out of her eyes. The expression on her face
radiated the pain. Her eyes were locked on my hand in the mirror. She knew
better than to clench her ass, or squirm in any way.
By 50 she was sobbing and begging me to stop. Her eyes were red from the flow of
her tears. The expression on her face said "PLEASE STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING! FUCK
THE VIRGINITY OUT OF ME! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY THROAT! LET THE WAITER FUCK ME!
ANYTHING!" But what she asked with her mouth was for me to please stop and take
a break. At 100 she was wailing. Ten minutes into her spanking, at 150 whacks, I
stopped.
She continued crying for another 2 or three minutes while I rubbed her bottom. I
told her that it was O.K., and that we could take a little break. I asked her,
"Do you mind if I finger your ass for a little while?"
She looked at me in the mirror, and shook her head and sniffling, said "Please
Master, anything you want. I just want to make you happy. Please finger my ass."
I opened the tube of KY Jelly, and squeezed out half of it into the paper cup I
had set on the foot of the bed. I pulled a latex glove onto the hand I had been
spanking her with. Aline didn't watch any of this. Her head hung towards the
floor as she took a number of deep breaths. I liberally swirled two gloved
fingers through the KY, completely covering them. With my other hand, my fingers
opened her ass cheeks. I brought the two fingers up to her rectum and inserted
them with a pop. Aline moaned, but didn't squirm or object. She knew better.
Casually, but gently, I put them all the way into her rectum as far as they
would go. I began to move them around in a circular motion. She continued
moaning with the pain.
I pulled my fingers out, and immediately the sphincter of her asshole puckered
shut. "Try to keep it open when I take them out." I told her. Immediately, I
plunged both of them back in, moving them in that circular motion. I continued
this for another 5 minutes, taking my fingers out every 30 seconds or so. Each
time her asshole puckered shut. Each time my fingers plunged back in. Finally,
after the 10th reaming with two fingers, her asshole quivered and twitched, and
stayed open. It looked like an open volcano. "That's it. Just like that!" She
kept it open for another 30 seconds, and it puckered shut.
I re-lubricated my fingers and plunged them gently into her again. She continued
moaning, but didn't complain. I told her that I wanted her to keep her ass open
for a full minute. I told her that soon a number of men would take her in the
ass in succession, and that I considered it to be good manners for my girls to
be able to extend an open invitation to each of them, after the first. She
couldn't manage to keep it open for the next five minutes of two fingered
reaming for more than 30 seconds. She certainly did moan. Finally, when I was
just about to start using three fingers together, her asshole twitched and
stayed open for a full minute in a perfect stove-pipe. I said, "That's it. Good
girl. That's perfect. She whimpered on my lap taking deep breaths.
I took the latex glove off, and said, "OK, Little one, break times over. For the
next hundred and fifty whacks, I want to hear you. Is that clear?"
She whimpered, unable to look at me, and said, "Yes Master." Almost in a
whisper. I brought my hand up all the way.
This time she sobbed on the first whack. By 10 tears were streaming from her
face. By 20 she was wailing and begging loudly. She begged me to fuck her all
day. "PLEASE,PLEASE TAKE MY VIRGINITY!!!" She begged me to use her any way I
chose, with whomever I chose. By 100 I felt sorry for her, but not sorry enough
to stop until 150.
She sobbed for another 5 minutes, while I rubbed her bare bottom, occasionally
rubbing the lips of her pussy. I lifted her up to sit on my lap, and held her in
my arms, and kissed her eyes. I led her by the hand to the side of the bed, and
had her sit on it. I opened the belt of by robe, which was level with her eyes.
Her eyes immediately locked on my fully engorged cock. My hands were on her
shoulders as I took a step forward to bring my cock to her lips. She
automatically opened her mouth to receive it. I took her hair in a ponytail in
my hand and slid it into her mouth, feeling the pop of her throat as my cock
invaded it fully and freely. I gave her 6 or 7 full strokes like this, and took
my cock out of her mouth. I bent down taking her face in my hands, and deeply
French kissed her. She looked up at me and said, "I love you, Master."
I looked down at her and said, "I want you to remember that while you're giving
yourself to me." I pushed her backward onto the bed gently. I took my robe off,
and straightened her up on the bed, getting into it with her. I moved on top of
her, kissing her deeply, as I held her ass with both of my hands. She
immediately opened her legs and wrapped them around my hips. She had learned
well from the videos.
I put the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, and began to slowly,
but forcefully, push it in. It felt like a closed fist being forced slowly open.
Aline whimpered and moaned. Finally, as I had the head of my cock completely in,
she whispered, "I love you Master!" This would be one of two sentences she would
repeat over the next fifteen minutes. The other would be, "Oh Master, it hurts!"
Followed by, "I love you, Master!" I got half of my cock past her hymen, and it
still held me fast. I pushed harder as I put one of my middle fingers all the
way up her ass. I could feel my cock through the walls of her vagina and colon.
Finally, her hymen started to tear. I felt her shudder as I pushed it all the
way into her. All nine inches. Through her tears, she kissed me on the neck, and
again told me she loved me.
For the next ten minutes my cock sawed in and out of her. She kept her legs
wrapped around my hips, and continued to profess her love. I kept my finger all
the way up her ass, feeling my cock give her virgin pussy 300 strokes in and
out. She didn't complain and continued to profess her love. Finally, I felt my
climax coming. She sensed it, and began to breathe deeply and heavily as her own
release approached. As I spurted I could only see white light. I was slamming
into her, and her hips responded back. I could sense the essence of her being,
as her I heard her tell me again that she loved me. She shouted it. It was like
a sexual collision. The spanking had brought her to this point as much as the
sex. I finished coming on the sixth spurt. I gave her ten more strokes, slowing
down. For another five minutes I stayed on top of her, and inside of her. She
kept her legs wrapped around me as her breathing slowed. I kissed her on the
mouth and the side of her face, as I withdrew my penis from her now opened
vagina, and at the same time, my finger out of her ass. I rolled onto my back,
still holding her in my arms. She told me she loved me again, as I kissed the
side of her face. Within minutes, she was asleep in my arms.
For the next twenty minutes I held her in my arms, listening to her sleep. Then,
softly I got out of bed to take a shower. I dried off, and put street clothes
on. I called downstairs to the remote jail and ordered the councilor to come up
in ten minutes and awaken Aline with two matrons. I ordered her to be given a
shower and a shampoo. I ordered a stylist to blow her hair out. I wanted her
bottom and thighs rubbed out with an aloe, vitamin E cream. I then wanted her
to be given a 2 quart enema, and thoroughly evacuated. I ordered that she be
left for me in the special room, bound face down over the judicial bench. I
wanted her secured by her hands, knees, and waist. Her ass, mouth, and vagina
were to be completely available. I wanted this complete within an hour. The
councilor replied that this would be no problem. I thanked her and hung up. I
went over to Aline, who was sleeping peacefully, kissed her on the cheek, and
left the suite.
