Archive-name: Slaves/oside1.txt
Archive-author: Boris Scilley
Archive-title: Her Other Side - 1
THE CALL
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There is another side to her personality. As far as I know I am
the only one ever to see it: She is my personal "whore-slut."
She literally cums when I call her that.
THIS side of her personality screams for humiliation and abuse.
Jill has everything anyone would ever want.
Too much as a matter of fact which is undoubtedly why she turned
out the way she did. She was raised by various aunts and uncles
as her wealthy parents died in a plane crash when she was only a
couple years old. Now 25, she no longer had any living relatives
since getting her full inheritance at age 21. The amount is
said to be in the millions. Whatever the amount, it allows
her to live alone in a huge house, free to do anything
she wants. Or have anything do TO her...
To compound the "scourge" of great wealth she was a raving
beauty, tall and slightly muscular. At about 5' 8" tall, she
was one of those types found in the gym that everybody stares at.
Long, shapely legs and enormous tits.
Indeed, she not only worked out with weights for perfect muscle
tone, but once taught high-impact aerobics for 12 one-hour sessions
a week. As physically demanding as this was, she sought a more
demanding regimen in a much different way. She wanted someone
else to take her to her limits, not even knowing what they were.
Facially, she looked like one of those pouty-lipped models
from the front of Cosmopolitan, the ones with "fuck me" written
all over them as they are barely dressed.
And she was bored. So bored, in fact, that she went looking
for dangerous adventures. Sexual games. Submissive sexual
games. Who knows what makes some people tick? Maybe it was
guilt or something because I could never have imagined the limits
of her pain and humiliation. As you will see, she challenged
her captor at every turn, begging to be punished even more than
before. It was her new position in life. I didn't mind.
To get on with the story, I'll just mention that I, too, am
independently wealthy, having inherited a huge trucking company
much in the same manner she got her own wealth. Known mostly
as an eccentric - albeit a young one of only 30 years - I live
about 40 miles out of town and everyone leaves me alone. I
sometimes work on cars that people bring me by appointment in
my huge garage. But never again will I let anyone enter it
except Jill as it has become her personal prison whenever we play.
Her very own Punishment Center and I am at the controls at all
times! She can't get enough of it!
She originally drove all the way out to my place to have her car
worked on and immediately sensed the seclusion of the area.
It was late at night and she liked the fact I didn't know who she
was or give a shit about her at all. She started suggesting things
I could do with her as I was changing her oil. So I finished and -
without washing up - took her right there on the dirty floor!
She told me she wanted me to do more to her but I told her to
call me back in a day or two. With a big smile on her face, she
drove away without so much as asking for a towel to wipe off with.
She seemed to enjoy the sweat, grime, dirt, & oil that covered
her fine body. It seemed to be what she enjoyed the most about
the whole ordeal.
She has come out 3 times since then, each time for more
abuse than the last. She cums at every command I give and,
so far, NO command has been refused. That includes the fact
that she has gleefully submitted to bondage while I serviced
every hole in her body many times. She wanted more so I piereced
parts of her body for rings I could lead her with. Both tits,
her cunt lips and her nose. She begged me to
do much more to her but I got tired and told her to go take a
month off. During that time I would prepare for next visit.
Also during that time she would memorize what we refer to as
the Whore Book I wrote for her. Knowing she is as intelligent
(however fucked up) as she is beautiful, I knew she would be
anxious to memorize the entire thing in a month's time. It
goes into great detail about the dozens of different bondage
positions she is expected to endure, most of which I make her
administer herself. I love to have her make herself helpless
before me as I administer whatever punishment is required.
More importantly, there are probably hundreds of sets of commands
she is to obey by number. In this way, I can just tell her
how she is to react ahead of time.
THE CALL
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I pick up the phone, say "hello" and the first thing I hear is...
"I did what you said, Jim. It's been exactly a month! You
said to wait exactly a month and now I want it more than ever!
I have walked around naked playing with myself since my last visit.
I have orgasms out of this hairless cunt several times a day
thinking about the things you will do to me next."
"You need punished, you little Whore!
It's over 90 degrees outside but I KNOW you are hotter, you slut!
You will scream for attentions in those hot little holes of yours."
"YES! YES! YES! You know I love the stuff you do to me. The
problem is...you haven't done enough to me. I will do anything
you say but the truth is that there is no way I can ever be
punished enough. There is sure as hell nothing YOU could do to
me that I would not love, welcome, and beg for again!
Fucking you and sucking your wonderful dick and licking your body
makes me want to be punished severly for being a bad girl.
The punishments and humiliations always make me much hotter
for providing my holes to you. I am a cunt. YOUR cunt! Your
servant. But I need to be abused more than ever. More than
just piercings and a little bondage. Please, please, please
do MORE to me. Have you given any thought to my plight over the
past month? After all, I AM your Personal Hole Collection.
You KNOW how I like to be treated, how I MUST be treated."
"I have most of it figured out, Jill. You are the sluttiest of
cunts in the world and if I allow you to suck me again you will
have to earn it in under many bizarre circumstances. I have plans
for your body, you WHORE!"
"You make me wet. I'm sooooo slick and wet right now.
I really want to be treated like the sleazy whore we both know
that I am! Please create new humiliations just for me.
Over the past month I have realized what a cunt I really am. I
have repeatedly thought of the phrase "cruel and unusual punishment."
It makes me hot and very horny. I will come
out there only if you plan on maikng make me feel sluttier than I
am. If that is possible at all. Can you do it? I want to whimper,
moan, and beg for more. I want to be severly punished and fucked.
Make me work hard for that mouthful of cum I love so much. I
exist for your pleasure and amusement. There is no task too extreme,
too torturous. I love being used. I need severe discipline
for I am the sleaziest, sluttiest form of life and must be shown
my place. I'm begging you to do stuff to me! Pleeeeeeese!"
"You fucking CUNT! You don't deserve it but since I have all
these neat new toys since last month, it would be a shame to let
them go to waste. I knew you would call today because you always
do what I tell you. You are my fucking sleazebag Slut and you
are going to really get it this time."
"WHAT toys?"
"Shut you fucking fuck-hole. Just meet me at the usual place
Friday. That gives me 3 days to get ready for you. I am going
to use you until you can't walk, then I'll fuck your pouty mouth again.
You belong to me. You are my property.
Meet me at the usual place Friday at 6:00. I'll be there in my
van and we can drive out here. You know
all the rules. After that, bitch, it's time for you to amuse me,
my whore."
"No punishment is too severe. Please DO ME! I'll be there and
this slick-cunt tramp will be wet and willing to do your bidding.
I have memorized the Whore Book. I love every command and can't
wait to serve my Master.
"That's enough of this. I'll send you the shopping list.
Be there at 6:00, Whoremouth!"
Then I hung up. No doubt she played with her self the rest of
the night in a pile of sweat.
THE MEETING
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At 5 'til 6 I pulled my van into the supermarket parking lot
and got a spot near the door so I could see her go in. It was
a plain white van with no windows. I had several vehicles but
this one had "special eqiupment" in the back for my slut.
She knew
I would be there observing her every move, every detail. Details
I had ordered for her since she liked to be commanded so much.
As I waited for her to arrive I was trying to remember when it
had been to goddamn hot before. It was nearly 100 degrees today
with no relief in sight. It made me wonder if it would have any
affect on the things I had planned for this SlutSlave of mine.
At exactly 6:00 she pulled in and, as usual, drove to the far
end of the parking lot where she would have to walk the length
of it barefoot on the hot blacktop. As before, she
would walk slowly and agonizingly, hitting oil spots and
melted gum along the way. It was only a mild
debasement but one I felt was necessary. Just for my amusement,
she was required to walk around the perimeter of parking lot
before going into the store.
She had on the shredded cutoff jeans I told her to wear and
a white t-shirt I gave her that had oil spots on it. I used it
to clean a dipstick in my repair shop once. It was small and
just barely covered her huge tits. She looked like the biggest
whore on earth. She WAS, of course, so I made her dress and act like
one. One of my rules was that she would always be dressed with
the very minimum of clothing at all times. That means bare feet
always.
As she stopped to make sure both feet made contact
with yet another huge blob of melted bubble gum, long strings
of the gooey stuff trailed under her. As she entered the store,
I could see that her feet were indeed quite black already.
It was the kind of treatment she had come to enjoy lately. The
peace of giving full command of herself to someone else.
She emerged a few minutes later pushing a cart with a few bags
in them. Like everyone else this day, she was glimmering with
sweat. It was only the beginning for this bitch. She was dirty
and grimey already and I hadn't even gotten started with her yet.
She opened the side door and put the bags inside. I just sat there.
She then returned the cart slowly on the scorching, sticky pavement
making sure those grimey black whore feet of hers made full
heel-to-toe contact with the steaming blacktop. Knowing I was
enjoying her obvious discomfort made her even hotter.
So she got in the side door, closed it, and laid down, hoping
she had shed her clothes fast enough to please me.
Now lying flat on her back, totally naked, she wasted no time
in raising her legs straight up to the roof and spreading them
apart until her feet touched either side of the van.
She then repeated "I'm a whore. I'm a cunt. I'm a dirty slut.
I live to be punished and fucked." She repeated this over and over.
She knew better than to ever stop!!! It was just one of her many
responses she knew to give at times like this.
She knew it well. "I'm a whore. I'm a cunt.
I'm a dirty slut. I live to be punished and fucked." So I
made sure the bags of groceries were secure and began the drive.
But after only 1 mile, I pulled onto a rest stop that had no
facilities and drove to
that secluded part of it. Nobody was there anyway. I walked back
to this hosebag and told her to shut up. She smiled at me. "Use
me" she said. I spanked her tight bare ass a couple times very
hard and she smiled. "I love it. Do me some more." Sweat was
rolling down her legs where she had them lifted and spread. I
reached into my toolkit and pulled out some goodies and proceeded
to secure those filthy feet to opposite sides of the vans with
handcuffs and rings.
It was time for her jewelry. I reached into the toolkit and
took them all out. Rings for her well-pierced body. Hoop rings.
I handed 3 to her which she applied without a word while I was
fastening 2 to each cuntlip. As I touched her nipples, she let
out a sigh of pleasure. So it put them between my thumbs and
forefingers and pinched a little, them twisted just enough for
her to moan with pleasure. Then I put the tit rings in.
She was soaking wet with horniness. Since she near the back of
the van, her back was up against the back door. Her hands were
still free.
She smiled broadly, daring me to do more stuff to her. No
problem. I put my finger in her cunt and she moaned. She was
soaking wet and very hot. "You need to be cooled off or you are
going to burst before we get there." With that I reached into one
of the grocery bags and pulled out the Fudgesicles. They steamed
in the tropical heat.
I shoved one into her elevated cunt and she just screamed "YES."
Since the bottoms of her feet were facing the roof,
I took one of the confections and rested
it on her right foot with the stick part pointing downward
between her toes. I put 2 on each foot. This would soon yield
as cool sticky trail down her legs.
"What about my mouth?" She asked.
"I thought about that, you slut! Open it up and stick out your
tongue." She is so good at that. She does it so often for sex.
I let her lick my finger for a moment and she moaned in pleasure.
"Use me. PLEASE!"
With that, I opened the 10 hershey bars. Plain, pure chocolate.
They had the usual twelve sections. I fed her several of these
until her mouth was full, instructing her not to swallow, of course.
Then, I commanded her to open her mouth. It was
a gooey, melted mess already. "Jack me off into
your mouth." I commanded. She smiled and let out a little stream
of chocolate. She was so happy to finally get me off! I aimed
towards her mouth, then at her face in general and spewed a gallon
onto her nose, lips, eyes and hair. As it ran down to her chin in
huge globs, she knew better than to even touch it just as she had
learned NOT to close her eyes whenever I was cumming on her face.
I poured a few bags of plain M & M's into her gooey mouth just
for the drive and told her to let them melt and breathe through her
nose. Her cheeks were puffed way out as I closed her lips.
Since it would be another 30 minutes (at least) I would tell her
to start repeating her lines soon, thus spewing the
goo all over her chin, neck, and bulbous tits. "There's a whole
lot more shit I could do to you right now but I'll wait until
we get to my place, you Fuckface!" She tried to smile but it wasn't
time to release the goo.
"Okay, now, tilt your head back until you are looking straight
up to the roof. You will hold a Fudgecicle in each hand so
that the two are pressed together with the sticks pointing to
the roof of the van and the other end just one inch above your
forehead. By the time we get to my place, you will have
nothing but a stick in each hand and two sticks between the toes
of each foot."
FRIDAY AT MY PLACE
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I pulled up to my place in the woods nearly an hour later to the
strains of "I'm a whore. I'm a cunt. I'm a dirty slut.
I live to be punished and fucked." emanating loudly from the
van being spewed from the mouth of my sticky prisoner. She was
truly messy with fudgesicle drippings on her legs and all over
her cunt, sticky chocolate on her face, chin & breasts. She loved
being in this condition and I hadn't even gotten started yet.
I walked around and opened the back doors she was leaning against,
knowing her ankles were still chained gloriously high on the sides
of the van. I ordered her to lean back so that her head was hanging
out the back putting pressure on her feet. "Comfortable?" I asked
as I stood over her. Her reply, of course, was "Please, please,
use me in every way you want. I love the way I am right now. It is
wonderful. Please have sex in my mouth. I beg you to mouthfuck me.
Then do cruel things to this body of mine. I want severly punished
real bad." With that, I slapped her across the face very hard
twice with each hand and she screamed "Thank you! Thank you! I
can never be punished enough." She said this quite often. It was
quite true, too. Then she opened her mouth very
wide and just hung there by her dirty bound feet, sticking out
her tongue as far as it would go." It took me about 2 seconds to
shove it way down her throat and fuck her face like a cunt."
When I exploded, she kept it in her mouth and let some
of it escape down the side of her mouth." I then told her to
swallow the rest which she did with a great big cummy smile on
her whore face. She was truly in heaven.
Reaching into my bag of tricks, I pulled out some goggles used
for sunbathing that protect the eyes, completely blocking out all
light. Speaking of which, the sun was still beating down at
about 7:30pm. Still over 90 degrees. No wonder my cunt-whore was
dripping sweat from that naked body of hers.
I unfettered her ankles and cuffed her hands behind her back.
I had plans for her and I didn't really care if she liked it or
not or thought it was cruel enough or not or too cruel or whatever.
I didn't care whether she enjoyed it or not; I was going to amuse
myself, anyway, and certainly use her holes many times in the
process.
I then inserted a ring into her pierced nose complete with chain
and led the sightless, naked, handcuffed prisoner to my garage.
This garage is actually the size of an old airport hangar, bigger
than a football field. In fact it WAS a hangar at one time which
explains the distorted dimensions of some of the things inside.
With a 20 foot ceiling, it looks very spacious. To one side there
are 3 huge mechanics pits big enough for a swimming pool. Although
I am the only one who is ever in here, it still has the usual
dirt and grime and oil puddles. The pits are quite filthy, too.
Just right for a whore who needs severe discipline.
There were all kinds of contraptions in this place designed just
to make sure my personal slut gets corrected properly. That might
never fully occur but we will make that attempt for a long, long
time.
Still bound and blind, I led her to the middle of the room and
and told her to stand straight up. I then placed a plastic "hat"
on her head which looked like the orange cones used by road crews.
It was smaller, though, and more resembled a party hat.
It was black with the words "whore helmet" painted on it in white.
Like a party hat, it had strings which came out of a hole on
each side that went under the chin. After I tied the strings around
her chin I allowed her to lick my hands like a little puppy. She
just whispered "yes, yes, oh, yes" repeatedly. She truly loved her
plight, not knowing what was going to be done to her. She was
dripping in anticipation.
So there she stood in extreme heat with sweat pouring out of
sleek body. She knew something very wicked was
in store for her and was smiling and repeating "punished and fucked,
punished and fucked, I can never be punished enough, I can never
be punished enough" She was cumming in anticipation. I twined her
big toes together and noticed how hot the floor was since there
was no air conditioning in the building. I was glad I was wearing
shoes because the cement was hot. When I mentioned it, she just
said "My feet are blistering hot and it makes me cum to know that
I deserve to be punished like a whore. Please do more to me.
PLEASE!"
I slapped her face - she constantly begs me
to do that - and smacked her ass, too. She was still "blindfolded."
She screamed her "thank you's" and went on and on about how she
deserved more than that. But I went over to the refrigerator in the
corner of the room and took out a block of something about the
size of a loaf of bread. It weighed 10 pounds. I climbed
a stepladder above the prisoner's bound form and put it into a
metal pail that was hanging from the ceiling. Steam was rolling
off it because of the intense heat in the building.
From the top of my captive's dunce cap there extended a tube
that plunged into a hole in the bottom of the bucket. The tubing
was about the size of an exhaust pipe, meaning that there would
be a nice even flow of whatever was up there once it melted.
I removed the slut's goggles. All could say was "fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me, use my holes forever" Boy, she was HOT and slutty looking.
Then she noticed the mirrors, the cameras and the microphones
everywhere. She could see the contraption she was in. She smiled
knowing something kinky was about to happen to her. "I love what
you do to me. I'm such a WHORE!"
"Okay, bitch." I said. "You are wearing what I call
your Whore Helmet. In the bucket above I have placed a block of
pure chocolate. It should melt quickly in this heat, especially
when I climb the ladder with this torch. It will run down the tube
and start in your hair which, by the way, might have to go sooner
or later. Then you will be covered in a thick coating of the
stuff and we will continue from there.
"Thank you. Oh GOD thank you. Please spank me thoroughly while
we are waiting. I exist for your pleasure. USE me!"
Not a bad idea. I found the fraternity style paddle I bought
just for this purpose and gave her 20 hard ones, making her count
each one while thanking me each time and begging for another one.
I warmed her ass and she didn't want me to quit. Ever.
She looked like she had just finished a marathon, it was so hot.
Nothing was seeping out yet so I climbed the ladder and took a torch
to it. Within seconds, it began to melt and flow.
What a mess!!! In no time, I had a brown prisoner totally coated
with warm chocolate. She gurgled on it and smiled. She opened
her mouth to let it fill, then let it run out. Then again and again.
She gurgled "Thank you for coating your sleazy whore!" She truly
loves to talk dirty about herself. I think it really gives her
orgasms. I think she also enjoyed the fact that some or her
exclamations were nearly unintelligible as she was talking with
a mouthful of chocolate for the second time tonight.
I released her Whore Helmet. The remainder of the sticky mess
splashed all over her shoulders. It was warm like bath water
(something she will not know for quite some time) and cute globs
of goo dripped slowly in stringlike fashion off her chin, tits,
and slick pussy. Even her "jewelry" was brown. The sight made both
of us horny. Imagine the result of a mud wrestling match and
that is what you have here. The mess on the floor went down into
a big drain about a foot away.
I unhooked her handcuffs as she smiled at herself in the mirror.
The white of her large eyes and her perfect teeth were the only
white parts to be seen. I refastened the cuffs to her front and
told her to lift them towards the ceiling. I walked behind her
over to the enormous control panel that controlled the dozens of
contraptions above. There were a hundred knobs and switches
controlling pulleys, hoists, hooks, rings, and all kinds of shit.
I lowered a hook to catch her cuffs and told her to grab ahold
of it. Off the ground she went, leaving the last few strains of
goo behind. Six feet off the ground she went. She was kept in
place for a moment until it slowed down to a few drips.
She was at it again. "I'm a cunt and a cocksucker. a cunt and
a cocksucking slut-whore." I let her continue. She was getting
horny wondering what was next but she never, ever asked.
The Whore Box:
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I moved her to the other side of the hangar and stopped her
just over an empty plexiglas box. It was about twice the size of an
average dumpster measuring 7' X 7' and about 6' deep with a
plexiglas door on the front. Consistent
with the theme, the words "Whore Box" were written on the front.
The two side walls had hundreds of little holes drilled into them to let
air in. Outside both sides were huge fans blowing warm air
very slowly. They were on the lowest speed blowing a gentle breeze.
There were some eyebolts here and there, some in the floor, some
on the sides. Behind each fan were control boxes which
looked like big spiders as 6 thin metal rods ran from each
one to the inside of the Whore Box. At the ends of the rods inside
were thin leather loops that could be expanded and contracted
from one of the many controls on the box. The top of the Whore
Box was open since its roof was presently retracted into the
wall. Everything in the whole damn shop was mechanical, hydraulic,
electrical, creative, and nasty which is why there were two
backup generators in case of power failure out here in the
middle of nowhere.
I lowered the naked chocolate captive into the box and walked in.
Ever the slut, she was continuing to beg for more punishment as her
feet met the floor. I walked in and undid her cuffs. Being
free on bondage apparent annoyed her as she immediately hooked
her dark chocolate ankles into the fetters on the ends of the rods
repeating "Use me please, use me please, use me PLEASE." Her cunt
juices were flowing down her chocolate form. Knowing what she
wanted, she stretched out her wrists and encased them, too. I
felt her pussy with my gloved hand and she moaned for it. So I
thought I'd go ahead and see how long it would take to get her off.
Not long! About 15 seconds after doing her, she arched her back
obscenely and screamed with pleasure as another gusher came forth.
She was some cunt!
"Okay, slut." I told her "Here's the purpose of your Whore Box:
You have been covered in chocolate which is sticky. But just to
make sure it's sticky enough, you will be literally hung out to
dry just enough so that anything else applied to that fucking whore
body of yours will stick. You DO understand what I am saying,
don't you?"
"Oh yes, yes, YES. Please use me in every way. I love it!
You are in control. Use my body for your total pleasure and
amusement. I love what you do to me and I hope you do much more
stuff. Make me SUFFER more, PLEASE! I welcome discomfort and
humiliations and punishments. Use the shit out of me."
"I see you have figured out what the straps are for, you cunt.
It won't
take long to get you to ultimate stickiness on a hot night like
this. When I see you have gotten there..." I trailed off. She
would soon find out what I was talking about. After putting the
eye goggles on her again, I walked out and closed the door.
Controls whirred her into an obscenely stretched position and
I would swear she was dripping cum again. I smile came over her
sweet chocolate brown pouty whore lips as she just hung there -
tight perfect muscles rippling - feeling the warm breeze blow
across. Although she was one masochistic slut, it just occurred
to me that she was used to stretching and going to the limit as
her weight training made her push herself.
She couldn't see a thing. It was time for that surprise. At
the push of a button, the roof came out of the wall and completely
covered the top, snapping into place. She smiled when she heard it,
knowing she was now closed in. What she couldn't see was the hole
cut out of the top maybe a foot or so in diameter. A basketball
would probably fit through it, I don't know. That's not what I had
in mind anyway. There were clips around the holes on the top.
She was still a bit runny but it wouldn't be long to "ultimate
stickiness." I went up the steps to the platform above the
Whore Box where I quietly snapped a huge plastic funnel to the hole
a foot directly over her head. She never heard a thing over the
steady hum of the fans. It was the same thing I used to fasten
to the garage doors in the winter to blow exhaust outside.
The other end was the same size going into an ordinary metal
bucket hanging from the ceiling. The pail was about the height
of a standard sink making it easy to work with.
I looked again. She was ready. It was time. With that in
mind, I picked opened up the first 10-lb. bag and dumped it very
slowly into the pail. I quickly looked into the mirrors for her
reaction. Pure sugar was being dumped onto her sticky whore body.
She was surprised at first but really got into it as it covered her
matted hair and stuck to her face. She shook her head back and
forth and screamed "YES YES YES!" She was right! She COULN'T
be punished enough, that was for sure.
After 5 whole bags, she was getting the full treatment. This
splayed brown form was turning white as there was a virtual
windstorm of sugar inside her Whore Box. It was just as I expected.
She thrived on her punishment. As she was now coated with gritty
sugar, I stopped pouring. This would be fun to review later on
as the cameras I told her about were sure to capture it from 4
angles.
I went down below and turned off both fans for a moment and
released the tension on her bonds. The Whore Box was a success.
As usual, she declared her slutty status in life and begged me
to do more. She was one hell of a mess now. I released her
and told her to lie down on her back. It's hard to describe the
picture as she was getting to be unrecognizable. There were still
a few brown spots here and there so I poured more sugar bags on
her until she was a total piece of white grit. What a sticky
fucking uncomfortable mess she was! She rolled around in the sugar,
still goggled, and picked up whole handfulls of sugar from the
floor and applied it to her body. I had her kneel as I guided
her hands to a fresly opened bag. She cupped her hands and
dipped into it, applying it to her face as if washing it. Her
gigantic whore tits were a piece of grit as well. It was sticking
to her well just as planned. Imagine the most shapely woman
you can think of in a white full-length body suit. Only her suit
was made of chocolate and sugar.
Leaving the mess there, I unhooked the tubing and retracted the
roof. After a few instructions, I hoisted her out of her new
toy Whore Box. She begged me to return her again sometime. No
problem there.
I pulled her out and lowered her down a few yards away. She
stood with her cuffed hands hooked until I released them although
she could have done it herself. She was clearly feeling the effects
of the sugar between her asscheeks now that they were stuck together.
She spoke "I feel very gritty and a little uncomfortable which is
what this fucking whore deserves. Make me worse. MUCH worse. I
beg you to fuck me up. FUCK me up bigtime. I WANT IT BAAAAAD!"
"Crawl over here and suck my dick, you cunt! *I* can always
wash off afterwards. YOU can't!"
With that she came crawling like a dog and stopped right in
front of me. I must have given the right command because when
her mouth opened and her tongue was presented to me, a stream
of saliva oozed out. A genuine whore-dog, she was thoroughly enjoying
this. As she
bobbed up & down on my rod she was careful to keep her hands behind
her back as if she were cuffed. Many times she has exclaimed that
she enjoys sucking dick and eating cum. I have seen her have
orgasms while sucking. Not wanting to touch Ms. Sugarbody, I
just grabbed the chair arms and thrusted forward and fucked her
face. It didn't take long for me to explode into her mouth again.
You see, I was enjoying myself, too. I pulled out and she looked
up at me awaiting further instructions. "Open" I commanded.
Not wanting to spill any, she tilted her head back and showed me
a huge mouthful of cum. "Swallow it!" She did so in an exaggerated
fashion and smiled up at me. "Make me do more. Please."
"Hey, we haven't even gotten started yet, you CUNT! Crawl back
to your place in the center of the room by the drain. Then I'll
tell you some of the rules. Consider this a movie and the opening
credits have just finished. I got plans for you, Kid!"
I continued.
"It's only about 9:00. I am going to attach your nosering to
a chain on this wall which will allow you to walk
freely within this area only, an area about 20 feet square. I
don't want you to see anything else in any other part of this
Fun Center. You will experience it all in due time, I assure you.
As you can see, there is a refrigerator you have free access to.
It is packed full with all kinds of food imaginable. You will not
find any liquids anywhere within your reach, however. THEY are
over here."
I pointed to her right. She turned to see several water coolers
full of different liquids. Even beer. There was water, colas, several
fruit juices but they had little shields at the spouts. I explained.
"This being your Dirty Whore visit, there is no way you will be
clean. Cleanliness, you will learn, is a BAD word
for sluts like yourself. It is very hot this time of year and I
have plans for you to be even hotter than that so you have free
access to these liquids at all times for drinking. But there is
a method just for you.
When you get thirsty - and that will happen quite often - you
crawl over to the tank of your choice and kneel in front of it.
I will never stop you from doing this as I want you to be stong
for your struggles I have planned. Anyway, the shield on the tubing
is like they have at some gas pumps to prevent any spillage.
Well, that's your job. You'd better hold it tight to those full,
pouty whore-lips, too, or I'll tear them off!
"Furthermore, when you push the button you will drink ALL that
collects in the hose which sometimes can be a lot. There will be
times your mouth will fill up but you must swallow every damn drop.
The GOOD news is that while you are doing this, I am requiring
you to masturbate yourself with any of a number of dildos closeby.
We are both going to cum a bunch of times these next few days.
Understand?"
"Yes, SIR!"
She was glowing at the thought of being subjected to
these humiliations. She got off on the fact that they were not
being wasted since they were being filmed for all posterity. One
thing for sure was that she would have NO privacy at all. She
did not deserve any either.
"Good! Now I'm going to walk over to the house and shower down.
I'm absolutely drenched with sweat with this blasted weather. Eat
and drink all you want. I will look in and listen on the monitors
in the house from time to time to be sure you behave properly.
When you finish, you
will put yourself in bondage position #1 and await my return
at 9:30. All the items you need are in the toy chest over there.
You will await me over there by the drain where you first got to
know your Whore Helmet earlier this evening."
With that, I simply walked out as she was calling herself
a Bad Girl and all that. She really liked doing that.
It only took me about 15 minutes to clean up. Only then did
I sit down and turn on the wide screen television monitoring her
captivity. I should have known. At 9:15 she was already in
her very demanding, very vulnerable predicament. What a SLUT!
She was looking into the camera, mouth open wider than I had
even seen before, pleading with her eyes to be abused more.
She was still whiter than a sheet of paper so my stickiness
calculations must have been correct. Almost no sugar had come
off her body. Every couple minutes she would yell "I live to
be punished and fucked. I live to be punished and fucked. I
can never be punished enough. Please use me more." Then she
would open you mouth very wide again for the cameras.
I see she found all the right hooks and pulleys to use. The
controls on the portable control box ARE clearly marked and
color-coded so anyone could use them. It was now swinging back
and forth on its chain out of her reach. Once she had let go,
there was no escape from this excrutiating position. Just the
first of many she would endure. I inspected her work from
my air-contitioned comfort...
As usual, she did exactly what she was told. She was
split as wide as it is humanly possible with her dripping
cunt 3 inches from the floor connected with extreme tension
with clips that went from her rings to a ring mounted to the floor.
Her feet were splayed to each side as far as this muscular whore
could stretch. Ankle cuffs held her securely to posts at each
side. I then saw where she improvised some additional restrictions
for my amusement: Somehow she managed to imprison each sugar-
coated toe under large industrial staples she had managed to put
into the floor. She didn't break the skin but they were all nailed
down into the floor. No way in hell she could get out of it herself.
I would have to pull them out with the back end of a hammer.
Is this woman a slut or what?!
And just how in the hell did she DO this so fast? She must have
been studying her book and preparing her moves. She did her job well.
Moving up her gritty body we see her huge tits being pulled up in
a severly cruel fashion high into the ceiling. Breasts were not
made to take this much abuse yet she was dripping wet because she
made the pulley go one notch higher. Every breath caused a sensation
in her nipples.
It is only then that
I realized the possible mistake I made back in the Whore Box by
neglecting the potentially sensitive area under her tits. But it
was alright. She apparently took care of that herself. She looked
like a snowman all over. Kind of a all-over UNtan.
I made a mental note to give her sensitive tits more severe punishment
in the future.
It was from the camera mounted directly overhead I could see her
open-mouthed face. What a fuck-hole THAT was from this angle!
From her nose ring went a chain - a very tight chain - to a pulley
above which, in turn, came down and connect to the cuffs binding her
wrists together. Until I did something about it, she was sentenced
to the discomfort of having her arms stretched horribly to the ceiling
to keep from pulling her nose up further. All this caused her
thigh muscles to ripple to keep her cunt from being ripped out.
She was careful to obey the First Rule of Bondage: NO SLACK!!!
All the chains were extremely tight. The opened-mouth pose was
her idea. It made her look even more vulnerable, more helpless,
more pained than she normally would be. I was beginning to realize
nothing was off limits.
And THIS was only position # 1! The book had dozens more in it.
I watched her squirm for another half hour in her bonds while
I ate. There was more to do to her before the night ended. Her
fuck-hole mouth stayed obscenely agape except when she was shouting
how much she deserved this subjugation and "much, much more."
When I entered the hangar she started blabbing again. I walked up
and put my hand up to her mouth and watched her lick away. I took
the controls and released some of the tension on her nose and
wrist chain. I saw for the first time that she was sweating
through some of the chocolate and it was starting to show
on her legs. She must have been over 100 degrees and she
didn't care. She was, after all, being punished for her sluttiness
and truly felt she deserved worse. She said so repeatedly.
It's a vicious cycle that apparently has no end in sight. But
it was becoming obvious that the sugar was going to fall off
soon if something wasn't done to keep it in place.
I unhooked her toes and freed her cunt, leaving her ankles
chained to the posts. I put my gloves on again and felt her
cunt. It was on fire with passion! I massaged her clit to
another climax. This gusher took another 10 seconds. I have
never seen anyone cum so easily and so often. I unhooked her
ankles and told her to stand up. Her nose was still up in the air
and her mouth wider than I ever imagined. What a sight. I undid
the rest of her and led her back to the first place she visited
when we arrived...the Whore Helmet. It was time to do her again!
Still caked with chocolate from last time, I fastened the helmet
around her head and put the blinder goggles on her eyes again.
I climbed the ladder for the second time in the evening to get
to the bucket. What was I going to do? Coat her AGAIN?!
More chocolate? She quaked with anticipation. I had to do
SOMETHING to keep her sugar coating in place, didn't I?
From up above I exclaimed "I have a 3-liter bottle up here,
bitch, but it sure as hell ain't Coke!" Her reply? "I just
hope it makes me sluttier and more uncomfortable. Use me,
PUUUUHLLEEEEESE!" She could yell as good as anyone I ever
knew.
So I poured all 3 liters into the bucket and ran down the
ladder to check it out. She was being coated with nice, thick
honey this time, keeping with a sticky theme for the evening.
It dripped and ran all over her until it began streaming
down the drain in the floor. To my delight, most of
the sugar stay stuck to her. Knowing her role well by now,
she moved it all around her body, over her ample tits, and
well into her asscheeks irritating her skin harshly. WHAT A SIGHT!!
I was wondering about the amount for a while but it turned out
to be just right. She couldn't see but she knew by feel where
to apply this very sticky stuff. I couldn't decide which looked
better on her now that I had had 3 choices of colors already.
She knew what to expect next. "Okay, SLUT! What time is it
now?" Her reply was swift and loud "WHORE BOX TIME!!! Oh please,
please, please take me to the whore box and put me in it. I
want to be perfect for the next step. I am so lucky to
suffer humiliations by your hand. NEVER let me free!!!"
I lifted her about a foot off the ground and left her there until
the stream quit. There were no drips. With a mess like this,
the fans wouldn't take long at all! Across the room she went and
down into her favorite new enclosure. Now she was a light brown,
head to toe! What a beautiful sight!
She was ranting on some more about this and that when I told
her she had better keep her mouth shut this time while I am at
work. It would not be a good thing if she didn't. She closed
her best sex hole, pouting. I started the fans and went to
the platform again. Would I "sugar" her this time? Of course not!
I watched the honey dry to the maximum bonding point again.
She couldn't wait for her next coating. What would it be?
It was time: I turned around and unhooked the bulging 40-pound
bag from the lawnmower and dumped this weeks' mulched-up grass
clippings into the chute.
Whoreface could feel it immediately as a huge wad of it just
thumped and landed on her honeyed hair, hair that would probably
not last much longer around here. Grass was blowing everywhere
but it wasn't even enough. So I went down and turned the fans
on high. It was such a mess, I couldn't see her. A green cloud.
When I turned the fans off, it settled. SHE WAS GREEN!!! She
was now fairly unrecognizable as a person. She LOOKED like a
person being punished. She began profusely thanking me for making
her even more uncomfortable and sticky. She resembled the some
Science Fiction monster more so than a human now.
Putting on my wetsuit and gloves, I walked in to inspect my work.
Her body was still stretched out. There were still some areas
that needed covered so I retreived another one of the bags I had
saved earlier in the week. I released her tension and her bindings.
I walked in with the bag. She stood at attention like a good
little Bad Girl is supposed to and awaited further orders.
"Lie on your back and spread out, WHORE!"
She complied with lightning speed. I then poured some of the
grass where she needed it the most. There were a few areas. I
made sure there was plenty of grass between her toes and fingers.
This would make it amusingly difficult for her to perform some
of the many tasks I had in store for her over the next few days.
Especially walking around with grass in her hair and on her face
would be annoying.
"Turn over!" I dumped the rest of it onto her, finally putting
to rest the notion that any honey would be visible.
"RISE! It's time to take you back to your home base for bondage
position #2 cunt!"
"Punish me more! Punish me more! Punish me more!"
So back to the other side she went. I was proud of the fact
that none of the grass fell off once she left her Whore Box. I
unhooked her and told her to kneel. I walked over to a chair and
ordered her to crawl to me. She did so without hesitation and,
for once, without a word. Open your mouth and present your tongue.
It was done. It looked like it would do the job alright. With
that, I allowed her to lick my sweaty feet which is something she
had enjoyed from Day One. It was her reward for being a
good slut so far. But it was only the first day!
She made ripping, sticky noises every time she moved.
The few extra pounds of goo caused even the simplest of
movements to feel like a band-aid was being torn off her skin.
That's what it sounded like. She had to move slowly to avoid
discomfort. She was getting what she wanted. She was suffering
physically at my hand which made her cum in buckets.
"Okay cunt. Your second set of coatings is complete. If you
have been paying attention, that means you are ready for bondage
position # 2. I am going to go watch television in the house now
from 10:30 to 11:00. When I flip it over to the monitor at that
time you had better be bound like a whore."
"I AM a whore! And I love being treated like one. My suffering
is for your amusement and your pleasure. I hope you have MANY
more surprises in store for me.
So off I went. At 10:50 I switched over and I'll be goddamned if
she didn't have herself done already. She must scurry around like
an animal to hurry herself into physical slavery. This time she
looked like part of the landscape with a mouth that was again
probably wide enough for a tennis ball.
Position #2 exposed the ass better. She is sitting on the lower
part of her back on the floor. She is yoked at the neck and
wrist in a portable pillory-type device except that it is actually
two pieces of iron with a hinge at one end and a padlock at the other.
There is NO play in the holes. This was apparently the last thing
assembled because her grassy feet are cuffed together behind her
neck and fastened to her collar with more chain. She gives the
appearance of having put on a furry green Halloween costume of some
grotesque Swamp Monster. But she is painfully aware that this is
the real thing! Still she begs for more. Chains run from each of
her 10 toes to retractable boxes in the ceiling arching her feet
in an extreme manner. Her calves are probably pumped out quite
beautifully by now but there are only clumps like the rest of her
now. (And there is SO much more to come, too).
Her grass tits are stretched out to the poles that her ankles
were last attached to. She chose the pole rings at the BOTTOM
of the pole knowing her toe chains would be pulled upward. In
this way she would feel more vulnerable, more naked. God, that
must hurt! The extra touch she added this time was to take the
rings on her pussy lips and attach them to the pole, too. How
she can stand this is beyond me since she is splayed apart beyond
belief. Looks like she wanted to show some pussy pink to go
along with the totally green body. It seems you can see about
a foot into her sex hole. Never thought they made them that wide.
Her guts are showing. Guess she wants me to use here there, too.
And green means GREEN!
It is hard to describe how totally coated she really is. It can
more be attributed to thickness as she is much heavier and larger
the when I dragged her in here only 3 hours ago. There is
no evidence of the earlier honey. It was only a base for the
next layer.
Her two main holes were wide, wide, wide! She MUST have
been doing hole-stretching exercises as well. Constantly playing
with herself and probably walking around her mansion alone with a
cucumber down her throat. It's a virtual certainty.
She again was begging for more. Pleading with me to do more
things to her. Make her suffer even more. Humiliations. She
was pleading, yelling until tears of joy came to her eyes. This
was getting good.
I walked into the place. I stood over her opened mouth and
again let her lick my hands for several minutes. Her green body
made her look like camoflage and I was tempted to take her
outside to see how effective it was. But it was dark and there
was always tomorrow. She looked like a putting green with her
mouth open like that. I peeled a banana and told her to "deep
throat" it. It went all the way back up and down, up and down.
I let her eat it all at once while I inspected her painfully
stretched slot-hole below. It looked good enough to eat presented
like that so I helped myself. She screamed the pleasures of
orgasm in a matter of seconds as her chains caused more discomfort.
This, of course, caused her to get hot again.
It was getting late and there was a little more to do before
bedtime for both of us so I unhooked her and let her back to the
Whore Helmet. It was time to put a coating overtop the grass,
changing the color again. Almost mechanically, I did the same
routine again coating her this time from head to toe with a nice
thick helping of molasses.
Screaming more than ever now that she deserves this,
she was truly a mess by now. Coating number FIVE was by far the
best. I made her just stand there, oozing, until the dripping
stopped. From a distance you wouldn't know she was wearing a
grass coat. The bitch was jet black this time and stickier
than any of the other times.
"Fuck this. It's time for bed. I had planned to do much more
tonight but administrating this much misery and suffering has
taken a lot out of me. Here's the deal..."
"It's nearly midnight. I am going to unchain you completely
knowing there is now way you could leave if you wanted to.
I know you wouldn't anyway.
You have 30 minutes to eat, drink (while fucking your own
sore pussy, of course), and all that. GOD you look fine
totally black. It is your best color by far.
Since I sleep in on Saturdays until 9:00, so will you. The
time is yours because you are in for a FULL day of hard labor
tomorrow. As always, your sentence BEGINS with the first full
day. There is a lot of work I need done around here. You will
indeed be punished & fucked into oblivion. Or until I tire of you
and send you back to your boring mansion which, for YOU, is
the cruelest punishment of all!"
After gulping gallons of liquid and eating half a chicken
or so she said she was ready. Her bed was nothing but a large
wooden packing crate the size of a single bed that was lying on
the floor. She got in and put on her goggles, still oozing
and sticking to everything she touched with a low, muffled,
ripping sound. She was not taken to the Whore Box this time
because I wanted her to stay sticky throughout the night. In
fact, thick mollasses would be dripped onto her periodically
throughout the night to keep her sticky. (Or at least until
it was time for the "event.")
Again she begged. "PLEASE bind me! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!
I exist to be punished and fucked! Make my life a living Hell!
I shall obey all commands!"
"NO!
Now shut that slutty cum-bucket mouth of yours and listen...
I WAS going to let you sleep on that nice big double mattress
over there on the floor but - NO! - not when you haven't even served
a full day yet. But your crate WILL be raised to the ceiling just
in case you get any bright ideas that you have ANY control over
your useless existence."
Up she went to the sky. Chains connected to all 4 sides raised
her crate/bed. As I was leaving, I had one more thing
to say to my sticky captive.
"By the way there will
be an "occurence" during the night. It will begin
with an unmistakibly loud basketball buzzer to make sure
you wake up. THEN, the occurrence which, of course, I won't
reveal. Soon afterwards, the buzzer
will sound again signifying the beginning of a five minute
period during which you will employ Response # 3 of the Whore
Handbook. We will then see if you have done your homework.
Goodnight, you miserable cunt!"
I spent the next minute setting things up. Then I went to
the house.
The infrared camera immediately above her showed her lying on her
back free to move in any position she felt was comfortable.
Though she couldn't see it, a 5-gallon vat was hanging right
over her. It was full of molasses, her latest coating. From
the bottom of the vat ran 4 hoses which hung about 2 feet
above her naked, sticky body. Every 10 minutes during the night,
the vat would roll back and forth twice above the length of
her crate and release small amounts of the stuff to keep her
freshly coated and sticky for the event. By "event time" she
would probably be lying in about 2 or 3 inches of the stuff
in a pool.
Being totally exhausted, however, I knew I'd have to watch
it on tape in the morning. I fell asleep in seconds.
My alarm went off much too early. It was 9:00. I couldn't
WAIT to get to the wide-screen tv and rewind the tape.
It was just fucking PERFECT!!!
At 2:59, she was sleeping soundly in her sticky black prison
of molasses. I could see her breathe and move a little...
At 3:00, the buzzer sounded and I could see her move (splash)
in her crate. She was waking up, disoriented. The crate was
moved several feet sideways then started downward. She didn't
know it, of course, but every light
in the place was on. She raised her head but knew she had
better not take off the goggles. Smiling broadly, she put her
head back down. She was waiting for something cruel to happen
to her so she could begin with her response.
Again I had measured and calculated everything just right after
several trial runs. She was surely cumming in buckets by now
in anticipation of her newest torture. From the overhead
view, I noticed how much she just looked like she was wearing
a tight, shiny latex body suit. Only THIS suit was molasses
and covered her COMPLETELY. Along with grass, honey, sugar,
then chocolate.
The crate came to a stop. She then heard a whirr in the ceiling
just above her. It stopped, then she could hear something heavy
being lowered. Then it stopped. Below her was a ripping sound.
Above her she could feel something coming to a stop, enclosing the
crate. Something big and heavy. I stopped the video-tape to admire
the setup a split second before the event.
So there it was. The bed-crate containing the world's stickiest
whore was suspended in midair. Covering the crate was an old,
floppy, huge king-sized mattress. A few inches below her was
the other mattress I had pointed out earlier except that I had
set it up right before I left to be split very neatly
down the middle. Several hooks then pulled the covering off
exposing the thick, itchy stuffing inside.
I resumed the tape.
As planned, it all happened in one motion. The crate
was torn apart from all 4 sides causing the bottom to split neatly
away like a trapped door. This gooey whore-prisoner was dumped
INTO the mattress. Simultaneously, the old mattress above was
ripped in the same way and lowered on top of her making her a
mattress sandwich. Her head was sticking out the pillory-style
hole I had made for this event. She was probably itching very
badly with all this stuff now sticking to her permanently.
She loved it! No situation was too extreme. She couldn't even
reach the sides of the 6' square mattress. There was plenty
of stuffing alright but not so much to prevent movement. That,
too, was premeditated.
The buzzer sounded again. It was time for her performance.
Response # 3 has 6 parts.
The initial position is on the back, palms down on the ground
about 6" away from the body, heels on the ground, toes pointing upward.
The illustration in the Whorebook makes this quite clear.
For Part One,
the whore-prisoner begins by screaming "YES!, YES!, YES!" very
loud and very rapidly while tightening the ass the thrusting
the cunt to the sky with EACH word. Then back to the original
position.
Part Two consists of both legs bending at the knees
then straightening back out to the original position two times
(4 movements) such that the bent position finds the
heels right in front of the cunt. With each of the 4 moves
the subject exclaims "I'M A SLUT!", completing the move on the
last word.
Part Three also has 4 moves that find the arms stretched
out straight while the legs are split apart as far as possible.
Then back in. Then out & in again. Those 4 moves require
these four lines, one with each movement: "I'M A CUNT! I'M A
WHORE! I'M A SLUT! DO ME MORE!" Has a nice ring to it.
For Part Four the victim uses hip movement to rise off the
ground and turn over on her stomach repeating the spread-
eagle movements of Part Three, THIS time exclaiming her very
favorite phrases "I LIVE TO BE PUNISHED AND FUCKED! I CAN
NEVER BE PUNISHED ENOUGH! I LIVE TO BE PUNISHED AND FUCKED!
I CAN NEVER BE PUNISHED ENOUGH!" A full movement is
accomplished with each sentence. Part Four, however, requires
this 4-set movement to be done 5 times.
Part Six, still face down is a repeat of Part One with the
cunt thrust into the ground harshly. Another stanza
of "YES! YES! YES!"
Then the prisoner uses hip movement again to wind up on
her back again staying put but screaming "FUCK ME!" exactly
one dozen times in three rapid sets of four.
These 6 steps are repeated the predetermined length of time.
So off she goes, proudly screaming her lines loud and clear as
she thrusts, wiggles and gyrates enough to often move her own
personal itchy, sticky mattress prison off the floor. This
little exercise was designed to accomplish a full generous
coating of mattress stuffing on every inch of her slutty,
sticky body.
YES! YES! YES!
I'M A SLUT! I'M A SLUT! I'M A SLUT! I'M A SLUT!
I'M A CUNT! I'M A WHORE! I'M A SLUT! DO ME MORE!
I LIVE TO BE PUNISHED AND FUCKED! I CAN NEVER BE PUNISHED ENOUGH!
I LIVE TO BE PUNISHED AND FUCKED! I CAN NEVER BE PUNISHED ENOUGH!
I LIVE TO BE PUNISHED AND FUCKED! I CAN NEVER BE PUNISHED ENOUGH!
YES! YES! YES!
FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!
FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!
FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!
She repeated this 15 times before the buzzer went off to
signify her to stop. WHAT A PERFORMANCE!
She lied there catching her breath for about 30 seconds. I
expected her to collapse with total exhaustion but she was not
through with herself. Obviously not satisfied with her already
unspeakable humiliation, she screamed out even more...
"YEEEESSSSSSS! UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH! AIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Each of
the three sounds was performed with earsplitting volume, the
last one just being one loud, long scream as if in pain. It
wasn't in the script but this exclamation lasted nearly 5 minutes
before she just trailed off to sleep.
I can't wait to see her new fur coat!
End of Part One
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