Lisa's Lesson (Part 2)
Lisa hung there in the basement, naked and humiliated, for what seemed an
eternity. Her whole body ached. Bound and helpless, her arms tied above her,
her legs tied wide apart, there was no respite. Completely unable to move, she
hung there, head lowered, her hair falling over her cum-stained face.
Lisa had absolutely no sense of time, no idea how long she had been hanging
there. It may have been minutes, hours or even as much as a day. She didn't
know where she was or what time it was, not even whether it was night or day.
All she knew was this room and the self-contained universe her captor had
created for her.
Despite the pain, she slept fitfully, five or ten minutes at a time, drifting in
and out of sleep. But her dreams gave no escape from her torment. Her dreams
were full of images of whippings, humiliation and degradation, sexual slavery,
and of semen pouring onto her upturned face. Her mouth was dry and parched,
every fibre of her body ached. She was cold, tired and hungry. Her mind and
body begged for release from the torment.
After what seemed like hours but was probably no more than 30 minutes, the man
was back. Slowly he walked round the helpless slut, his hand trailing against
her skin, running over her back and belly. She watched him silently, eyes wide,
not daring to speak even though she was not gagged. Lisa longed to plead with
him and beg for release - but of course, she knew it would be futile and would
no doubt just spur him on to even more heights of depravity.
He stood before her, looking into her eyes. Stroking her cheek gently, there
was almost a tender quality to his gaze of the sort an owner might give to a
prize animal. "Are you thirsty, slut?" he asked, "I want to keep you in good
condition, you know. Don't want you passing out on me now."
"Y..yes," Lisa stammered quietly, "Yes, I'm very thirsty."
Anger flashed in the man's eyes and he slapped Lisa across the cheek, causing
her to squeal in surprise and pain. "Your first lesson, slut" snapped the man,
almost spitting out the word 'slut', "is to learn a little respect. You will
always address me as 'Sir' or 'Master'. Is that clear?"
"Y..yes Sir," the chastened girl replied, her cheek still stinging from the
slap, "S...sorry, Sir."
The man smiled. However, this did not stop him from slapping the helpless
beauty across the other cheek with his hand. "And your second lesson, slut, is
that you will never refer to yourself as 'I'. You have no identity. You are my
property now. Therefore you will always refer to yourself in the third person
and by some suitable name such as 'slut', 'whore', 'cumslut', 'puppy' or the
like. Understand?"
"Y ...yes S...Sir."
"Tell me you understand, bitch," hissed the man, raising his hand to slap her
again.
"Yes Sir," mumbled the humiliated slut, "This whore understands."
"Louder, cunt."
"Yes Sir," she said, louder and more forcefully, "This whore understands."
"Good," said the man, nodding his head, " Now are you thirsty? Would you like
some water?"
"Yes Sir. This filthy slut is very thirsty and would like some water."
"That's better." The man turned and disappeared through the door. A few
minutes later, he reappeared carrying two large bottles of water. Placing one
bottle on the floor beside her, the man unscrewed the top of the other bottle
and lifted it to his slave's lips, ordering her to lean her head back.
Gratefully, Lisa felt the cool water pouring down her parched throat and
dribbling down her chin. Hungrily, she gulped the water down, feeling small
rivulets of cold water running down her breasts and belly.
Soon the bottle was empty. The man smiled as he bent down to pick up the other
bottle. How stupid his slave looked, hungrily wolfing the water down. He began
to pour the contents of the second bottle down Lisa's throat. Coughing and
spluttering, she drank it down and soon the bottle was drained.
"Better now, slut?"
"Yes Sir," gasped Lisa, the cooling water refreshing her, cleansing her, "Thank
you, Sir."
"Good," smiled her master, stepping towards the helpless girl and forcing the
ballgag back into her mouth, "Now don't go away, slut. I'll be back very soon."
Then he turned and walked away, leaving Lisa hanging helplessly, unable to move
or make a sound. Once more, Lisa was left alone with her thoughts.
Time passed once more. The refreshment afforded to Lisa by the cool water soon
faded and the aching from her stretched and bound limbs returned. For the first
time, as her eyes became more accustomed to the gloom of the basement, she
noticed out of the corner of her eyes two video cameras either side of her, and
above her, another camera. Lisa realised with a shudder that the cameras had
probably been running during the course of her previous abuse. The realisation
made her previous abasement worse, now that she knew her humiliation had been
recorded so that her tormentor could enjoy her degradation time and time again
for his own pleasure.
As Lisa hung there, she became aware with some trepidation of another ache
welling up in her: a desire to urinate. The two large bottles of water that she
had consumed had worked through her system and filled her bladder. Soon the
helpless little whore was desperate to pee. Unable to cross her legs to prevent
the urge welling through her, she began to writhe and wriggle against her bonds,
swaying in the middle of the room. Moans of discomfort slipped from behind the
gag.
So intense was the discomfort from the almost irresistible desire to pee, that
Lisa was unaware that the man had returned and was watching her squirming with
undisguised pleasure. It was only when her master's laughter at her distress
began to echo round the chamber that she became aware of his presence.
"Does my slut want a piss?" he laughed. Whimpers came from behind the gag as
Lisa begged to be allowed to relieve herself. How humiliating it was for her to
have to beg for such a basic thing as a piss.
"I'll take that as a yes," said Lisa's master, stepping into a corner of a room
and producing a large metal bucket that he placed on the floor under his slave's
crotch. "There you are, slut," he said, "You can pee into that like the animal
you are. And make sure you get it all into the bucket or you'll regret it."
Reluctantly, Lisa began to pee, the stream of yellow piss jetting into the
bucket. The sound of the piss hitting the metal of the bucket echoed around the
basement. Her master stepped back to admire his handiwork. Lisa began to blush
and tremble with embarrassment, completely humiliated and degraded by the
experience. More and more piss poured into the bucket.
Soon the bucket was about three-quarters full of slutpiss and Lisa was spent.
She hung there, avoiding her master's gaze, not wanting him to enjoy the
humiliation burning on her face. Lisa's master stepped forward, lifting her
head up: "Finished, you dirty little slut." She moaned from behind her gag.
Bending down, her master picked up the bucket, heavy with piss, and moved it
into a corner out of the way. Returning to her, he began to walk slowly round
his possession, eyeing her hungrily, looking forward to the next stage of her
degradation. Lisa simply hung there, powerless and vulnerable, exhausted from
the mental and physical abuse.
Her master once more stood before her. "Look at me, bitch," he ordered. Lisa
wearily lifted her head up, her face a picture of humiliation and submission.
"Today, we're going to make a video," he explained, "A video so everyone knows
what you are, a video so that you know what you are. And when we're finished,
maybe I'll broadcast it on the web, maybe I'll sell it in porn shops. Maybe
I'll post a copy to your friends. Would you like that, slut?"
"Noooooooo" whimpered Lisa from behind her gag but her pleading only gave her
master greater pleasure. And with that, her master approached her and began to
remove the gag.
The next three or four hours passed in a blur. There were orders - do this, do
that. Lisa was forced to do things, then do them again - only this time, enjoy
them bitch - forced to do things for the camera until her master was happy. In
the days to come, her humiliating treatment would be etched on her mind, not
just from the experience itself but from the repeated viewings of the video she
was forced to endure.
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Opening title: a shot of Lisa's head, shoulders and bare breasts. A cardboard
sign is hanging round her neck on a rope. The sign reads "LISA SNOW", then
underneath it, "SLUT".
Fade to a frontal shot of Lisa tied stark naked in a standing spread-eagled
position, her arms stretched in a V shape above her head, her legs tied far
apart. All over her naked body, her master has written obscenities and
humiliating words in some sort of paint or marker. The word SLUT is written in
bright white letters across her belly, WHORE down her right thigh, and CUMSLUT
down her left thigh. The words FUCK ME HERE and an arrow are scrawled in marker
pen beneath her navel. Across her breasts is scrawled I NEED COCK in bright red
lettering. On her top lip, CUMHOLE has been written in eyeliner pencil, with
SLUT and PUPPY written on Lisa's left and right cheeks. The camera moves slowly
over her face and body, lingering on Lisa's face, her total humiliation and
degradation at the body writing plain to see.
The camera pulls back, revealing her naked soiled body. Her master steps behind
her, holding a crop. Raising his arm, he brings the whip down hard on her
exposed buttocks. The slut yelps and her body bucks against her bonds. "Thank
you, Master," she squeals.
Again and again, her master whips her. Five times, ten times, twenty times.
And with each blow, his slut expresses her gratitude.
Lisa's master steps out of shot and the slave hangs there, panting, breathless,
whining like a whipped puppy. The scene fades .....
..... into a shot of Lisa sitting naked, legs wide on a wooden chair, her hands
on her head, her body still covered in writing. Her master speaks from off
camera:
"Name?" "I have no name, Master. I am your slut, sir."
"Why are you here?" "Because I'm an unworthy good for nothing whore, master,
and I need to be treated like the dirty filthy little piece of meat that I am>"
"What are you good for, slut." Lisa's voice trembles as she speaks, "I deserve
to be treated like the slut I am. I need to be covered in your cum, to be
whipped, spanked, humiliated, degraded, made to do whatever you want."
"Then beg me, slut. Beg me to treat you like the worthless whore you are."
"Pleeeease, sir, pleeeease use me as your fucktoy. Your cumpuppy needs to be
used. Pleeeease do whatever you want with me. Pleeeeeeease."
"Very well, slut."
Her master steps into shot and hands Lisa a thick black 12" dildo. She begins
to rub the tip of the dildo up and down her exposed slit. As she does so, her
master stands to one side of her, his erect cock level with her face. Lisa
begins to flick her tongue in the hole, running her tongue round and round the
engorged scarlet head. The cock begins to twitch. Lisa is simultaneously
easing the enormous dildo into her pussy, stretching it. She moans like a bitch
on heat as it slides in, rubbing against her swollen clit.
Lisa lowers her head down over the cock, bobbing her head back and forth, her
body being rocked from the dildo moving in and out of her pussy. Animal moans
begin to escape from her slutty lips, drool running down her chin. Her master
begins to visibly tense as he approaches orgasm. Sensing this, Lisa slides her
mouth off his cock. It is wet and glistening with spit. A string of saliva
hangs between the tip of her master's cock and her tongue. By now, the dildo is
pushed into Lisa's slutty hole as far as it will go. Rubbing it furiously
against her clit, the dirty whore desperately tries to cum.
Lisa leans across to the cock and gives a quick flick of the tongue to the
sensitive base of the glans. Almost instantaneously, her master cums. His
spunk jets into his slut's face, almost shooting up her nose and into her mouth,
splashing over her hair. Leaving the dildo wedged in her wet hole, Lisa grabs
her master's cock, squeezing the bottom of the shaft to force every last drop of
cum out onto her slutty face. Hungrily, she licks at the cum streaming down her
face and oozing from the cock.
Then slowly, Lisa turns to the camera, licks her lips seductively and moans,
"Mmmmmmmmm, I just lurrrrvvvve the taste of cum."
From behind the camera, her master clicks his fingers. Instantly, Lisa places
her hands back on her head. The camera lingers on her, her face plastered in
spunk, the dildo still protruding from her hole. The messy spunk dribbles down
her, smearing the writing on her face. Desperate to cum, the slut wriggles in
discomfort on her chair, hands on head, trying to rub the dildo against her
swollen and inflamed clit - but to no avail. She moans and snivels, the orgasm
she so desperately needs denied to her.
The camera gazes on her discomfort for a minute or so and then the screen fades
to black.
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"Well," smiled her master, "Did you enjoy that, slutty cunt?"
He waited for a reply but got none. It was not surprising that Lisa did not
reply. Following her ordeal, her master had taken her used and exhausted body
and tied her back in the position she had been in previously: tied standing
naked and spread-eagled, arms and legs stretched to the limits of her endurance.
The only difference this time was Lisa's semen plastered face, the obscenities
still scrawled across her beautiful tanned skin, and the dildo still wedged in
her cunt.
"But my, " laughed her master, " What a mess you look. All covered in cum. I
think we should clean you off don't you, whore."
Lisa hung her head in shame. What new humiliation was her master to visit upon
her now?
"Mmmmm," pondered her master, "But what shall we use to clean you up with. I
don't think you deserve clean water, do you? So what else is there?" He paused
and smiled.
Lisa's eyes grew wide as she realised what her master intended to do. She began
to moan behind her gag, to plead for mercy, to do anything to her but that.
Her master enjoyed Lisa's muffled pleadings for a short while and then turned
and slowly walked into the corner of the room, and picked up the now stone cold
bucket of piss.
Helplessly, Lisa watched as he ran a rope through a block and tackle hanging
above her head, tying one end to the handle of the bucket. Stepping behind the
bound prisoner, her master slowly and carefully raised the bucket into the air,
securing the rope to a hook on the floor, leaving it hanging precariously above
Lisa's head, slowly swinging on the rope.
Lisa looked up and could see the bucket hanging there, just a few inches above
her head. For the first time, Lisa noticed that the base of the bucket had a
small hole in it, stoppered with a cork. She began to writhe and wriggle
against her bonds, trying to move from under the hole, but it was no use. She
was much too tightly bound.
The man stepped in front of her and looked her up and down. "I hope you enjoy
your cold piss shower, slut," he said. Shivering, Lisa braced herself. All
around her, she heard the cameras whirring.
Reaching up, the man removed the cork. Instantly a light stream of ice cold pee
trickled down onto the top of her head. Lisa felt the piss begin to run down
her face, into her eyes, and down between her breasts. She began to wriggle as
the pee poured over her, trickling behind the gag into her mouth, making her
cough and splutter. Her face was a mask of pee and cum. Streams of piss
dripped from her erect nipples. Soon her hair was soaked and dripping wet,
yellow rivers of pee running down her belly, soaking her crotch, dripping in
pools on the floor.
Soon the bucket was empty and Lisa hung there, completely and utterly humiliated
and degraded by her piss shower. Soaking wet, shivering, piss and cum trickling
off her, the only sound was the steady drip of pee on the floor and the sound of
her master's laughter in her ears.
