Insatiable Masochist
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Little Sally Simpson was lying on her back in the middle of Mike's dorm 
room. Mike, Nick, and Buck were all on the football team and they had been 
waiting a long time to find a girl like Sally. 

She had begged them to hurt her. She told them she could not get her rocks 
off unless she was in excruciating pain. 

They told her she had come to the right place. They took turns fucking her 
brutally in the ass with their big cocks and then they had all fucked her at 
the same time, one in the ass, one in the cunt, and one in the mouth. 

But now Mike was feeling particularly cruel and he had one final sadistic 
thing to do to her before he would toss her out on her ear. 

"I'm going to shove my fist up your cunt all the way to the elbow," he said 
with a sneer. 

Sally's face was filled with fear and her tear-stained cheeks became as 
white as a sheet. 

Mike moved so that he was kneeling between the little girl's open thighs. 

Then he punched her as hard as he could right in the cunt. When Sally opened 
her mouth to scream, Buck shoved a pair of his dirty underwear in to stifle 
her cry. 

The pain was awful, but without the agony, Sally knew, there could be no 
ecstasy. 


CHAPTER ONE 

Sally Simpson pressed her finger on her clit and felt her whole body 
shudder. She was so horny, she just had to jack off right away or she 
thought she was going to die. 

It had been a boring day and the ache in her loins had gotten so bad she 
just had to get away from everything so she could give herself a little 
physical pleasure. 

Sally lived in a big house on the banks of 

Hudson River in Westchester County in Upstate New York. 

She was an only child and she lived with her mother and father. 

She was only sixteen years old and she was a junior at Emma Hardcock High 
School. 

The Simpson's were rather well-to do. The Simpson's were rather well off 
ever since Sally's father had invested in a leather factory, and the 
business had taken off. 

Sally didn't consider herself a little rich girl, but she did know that she 
could have anything she wanted whenever she wanted it. 

All she had to do was ask her Daddy for something and it was hers. 

It was late spring and Sally was nearing the end of her next to last year in 
high school. 

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and the air was warmer than it had been 
all year up to that point. 

She could feel the long winter being baked out of her bones by the sun. 

It had seemed like the cold winter was going to last forever, but now it was 
over and she could feel her blood starting to flow in her veins once again. 

All of the ice on the Hudson River has melted and the wide river was once 
again flowing lazily southward toward New York Harbor. 

Sally was stretched out on the grass right by the banks of the river. 

She liked to spend warm afternoons lying there in the grass, letting the sun 
shine down on her beautiful face. 

There was a little dip in the back lawn of the Simpson back yard, so that if 
she lay down right next to the river she couldn't be seen from the house. 

The whole backyard was on a downward slope, but right near the river, the 
land fell off, creating a little valley which was Sally's special place. 

She had told her Mom and her Daddy that she was going out to see if she 
could get an early start on a tan. 

Her mother had told her to be careful and not fall in the water. 

At that point Sally had shot a sharp glance at her mother. 

She must think I'm a real klutz to fall in the water, Sally thought to 
herself, annoyed that her parents still insisted on treating her like a 
child. 

Sally was at the age where she was in a big hurry to grow up and be a woman. 

Her breasts were growing bigger every day and her body was constantly 
sending her signals indicating her impending adulthood. 

For a couple of years Sally had been unable to sleep at night because her 
cunt throbbed with desire. 

Once she discovered how to masturbate, on one velvet evening alone in her 
bedroom, she had done it frequently. 

Not only did she think that the orgasms she gave herself were the greatest 
pleasures a woman could know, but she felt a lot more relaxed after she 
climaxed, and, if it was bedtime when she did it, she found it a lot easier 
to sleep. 

Sally was a little scared of sex, actually. She was still a virgin and the 
only pleasure she had received had come by her own hand. 

She thought about the boys she went to high school with a lot and she tried 
not to think about them too much because that always made her pussy 
lubricate and she didn't like the feeling of walking around all day with a 
wet spot in the front of her little tight white panties. 

She knew that the boys she went to school with desired her also, but she had 
been told that losing her virginity would hurt, and she didn't like that 
idea very much. 

She wasn't going to waste anything as precious as her cherry on just any 
boy. 

She was going to wait until she found a boy who truly respected her. 

She would give her virginity to the boy of her choice as a reward for 
treating her nice. 

She had no urge to lose her virginity in the back seat of a car with some 
grubby guy with stale beer on his breath. 

She knew that that had happened to a lot of her girlfriends and the very 
thought of it grossed her out royally. 

She had been out on a few dates with boys and she had necked with them. 

She even let one of them get his hand up inside her blouse so he could feel 
her big tits. 

But when he tried to get his hand inside her pants she turned into a wrist 
grabber. 

She had to draw the line somewhere, and she had been afraid that if she let 
the wrong boy touch her pussy it would feel so good she would no longer be 
able to stop the matter from going all the way. 

She had a reputation at school as a girl who did not put out, and that was 
okay with her. 

The girls that had reputations as easy makes always had a line of guys at 
their front door taking numbers and drooling. 

Sally knew that if a boy asked her out now, it would be because he liked to 
be with her and not because he thought of her as a hot hole to get his rocks 
off inside 

Sally found that if she thought about boys while she was masturbating she 
could make herself come more intensely. 

She didn't have any specific boy that she thought of all the time when she 
jacked herself off. 

She liked to switch from boy to boy in her dreams; She liked to experiment 
to see which fantasy got her off better. 

She knew that she was a very attractive young lady, and she knew that if she 
ever found the perfect guy, she would have no trouble convincing him to love 
her forever. 

She was a very petite little girl. She stood a fraction of an inch under 
five foot tall. 

But she had the body of an angel, and she would be the first to admit that 
she admired herself for her beauty. 

She had long blonde hair that was parted in the middle and spilled down over 
her milky white shoulders. 

Her breasts were extremely large considering her small frame, but 
nevertheless they were firm and stuck straight out of her chest. 

They were very high on her chest and the nipples pointed a little upward. 

When she became sexually aroused those nipples became hard and erect. 

She would get a tingling sensation when her nipples were hard and it felt 
very good when she touched herself there. 

She wondered what it would be like to have a boy suck on her tits, and she 
imagined it would be very nice. 

Later in the summer she would have to spread sun screen cream all over her 
body before she could go out to sun bathe. 

She burned very easily since her complexion was so fair and sensitive. 

But it was still spring and the rays were not yet direct enough to burn her 
badly, so she was out that day without anything to protect her from burn. 

Her eyes were large and the color of the sky. She had long light lashes that 
flapped down onto her cheek bones when she blinked her eyes. 

Her eyes tended to twinkle all of the time as if she was always having 
naughty thought. 

But that wasn't always the case. She just looked that way. 

Her nose was cute and small, like a button, and it turned up a little at the 
end. 

Her mouth had full pouting lips which remained cherry red without the 
benefit of red lipstick. 

She had small bones and she only weighed ninety-five pounds, even when she 
was soaking wet. 

Her waist was very slim but her hips were round, high, firm, tender and 
supple. 

She had a perfect hourglass body, and she tended to swing her hips a little 
from side to side when she walked. 

Her legs were not long, but they were very shapely. She knew how good she 
looked in shorts, or in a dress. 

She had slim ankles that looked very good when she wore a pair of high 
heels. 

Her fingers were long and slim and she kept her nails long and finely 
manicured. 

She painted her nails a deep red color which she believed went very well 
with her golden blonde hair as well as her fair complexion. 

Her toes were all about the same length and looked cute and chubby. 

She kept her little toenails painted the same color as her fingernails. 

She had left the house that day wearing only a skimpy little black bikini. 

It was called a string bikini and it was so tiny that most of her breasts 
and her buttocks were exposed. 

All it covered was her nipples and her crotch, and the crack of her ass. 

She had brought a big blanket along in case the grass was too cool to lie 
in, and she had a transistor radio which she tuned into the FM rock and roll 
station. 

But once she had gotten into her private spot right by the banks of the 
river she had removed her bikini and had hung it up carefully on a low 
hanging tree limb. 

She could feel that the grass was warm on her toes so she knew that she 
hadn't needed to bring the blanket along. 

She had sprawled out in the deep grass on her back and lay still listening 
to a brand new song by her favorite band, The Clash. 

Sally knew by the time that she got there that she was going to masturbate. 

She had had that great ache down in her cunt and she couldn't sit still. 

She thought of going into the bathroom and diddling her clit while taking a 
shower but it was such a lovely day she just had to get outside and be 
closer to mother nature. 

It made her feel very in tune with the world around her to be giving herself 
physical pleasure among the trees and the plants. 

She saw herself as an intricate cog in the big wheel of the universe. 

There were birds in the tree above her and they were singing a happy little 
tune. 

Even the birds know that it is spring, Sally thought to herself, turning up 
the corner of her mouth into a half smile. 

After she touched her clit for the first time she pulled her hand away. 

She wanted to do everything slowly. She wanted to take a very long time 
making herself burst into climax. 

She knew through experience that the longer she waited before allowing 
herself to come, the better it would be. 

She placed both of her hands on her breasts and gave them each a little 
squeeze. 

No matter how far she spread her fingers apart she could not get her whole 
breast in the palm of her hand. 

That's how big her knockers were and they were getting bigger every day. 

At first she thought that being a full-figured woman was going to be a 
curse. 

But as her hormones kicked in, she realized that boys would like her tits, 
and that made it more than worthwhile to lug them around. 

She had never, in her entire life, worn a bra. her mother had wanted her to 
wear one very badly but she refused. 

She didn't see any reason to. Certainly she didn't need one. 

Her tits did not sag in the slightest and Sally figured it would be many 
years before they would. 

She released her squeeze and used her fingertips to brush against her 
nipples, which were as hard and erect as they could possibly get. 

She got those hard little buds of tit flesh between her thumbs and 
forefingers and gave them each a little pinch. 

This felt so good that she couldn't help but moan out loud. 

She knew she did not have to worry about making noises as her passion 
overtook her. 

She was a long way away from the house and the wind was blowing out toward 
the river. 

There was no way she could be heard by anybody even if she started screaming 
bloody murder in her lust. 

Sometimes, when she was sunbathing in her private spot a barge would go down 
the river and the men on it would start to cheer when they spotted her. 

She would stand up, and, no matter how little she had on, she would wave 
happily at them. 

She pulled at her nipples so they were stretched out a ways from the rest of 
her breasts. 

This hurt a little but somehow the pain it caused blended in with the 
pleasure she was experiencing and became a single erotic sensation. 

She let go of her nipples and let them snap back into place. 

She opened her legs as far as they would go, parting her thighs. 

She could feel her outer cunt lips part just like a bud turning into a 
flower. 

Her hands reached further down her body and she allowed her long fingernails 
to scratch up the insides of her thighs. 

This made her shiver, and she could feel goose bumps covering her tiny 
torso. 

She let out a deep groan that seemed to come from the back of her throat. 

She couldn't help but move her hips a little, it felt so good. 

She had a great urge to writhe about on the ground and she did nothing to 
hold back that urge. 

Her hips gyrated, moving around in a slow circular motion in the grass. 

She arched her back a little and her mouth fell open widely. 

Sally could tell that the folds of pink flesh inside her cunt had become 
swollen and sensitive. 

The blood had flowed down there and both her outer and inner lips were 
totally engorged. 

Her natural lubrication was flowing like crazy by that time and she could 
feel herself getting all wet and soupy in her quim. 

She could feel some of those cunt juices spilling out of her boiling honey 
pot and down over her buttocks. 

She ran the palms of her hands smoothly down the flat plain of her tummy. 

She paused for a moment and diddled her navel, which tickled, and she 
smiled. 

Her eyes were closed and her face had the expression of someone having a 
very good time. 

Once again she pressed the ball of flesh on the tip of her forefinger on her 
clit and this made her hips jerk suddenly upward. 

Her face contorted a little and she quickly pulled her finger away from the 
magic spot once again. 

She raised her knees up in the air and placed the bottoms of her feet flat 
on the earth. 

She shifted her weight so that she was resting on the small of her back. 

She pressed her fingertips into the firm yet supple flesh of her buttocks. 

She pulled her ass cheeks apart, using both hands, and then ground them 
together. 

She worked a single finger up between those cheeks and ran it up and down 
the crack. 

Sally did this until her fingertip found the tight little puckered hole only 
an inch below the base of her pussy. 

She found that she was so horny that even her ass-hole was extremely 
sensitive. 

She used her long nail to play with the soft flesh around her nether eye. 

She knew there was no way for her to stick her finger up her ass-hole 
without scratching herself with her fingernail, so she had to be content 
with stimulating the little ring of muscle that tightly surrounded it. 

But she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a man's cock 
shoved up that dryer, tighter hole. 

The very thought made her ass-hole tingle with anticipation. 

She had read that some people do have anal intercourse and she had already 
decided that when she picked her first lover she would allow him to do that 
to her. 

Little did the little girl know that her minutes as a virgin were numbered. 

All of her dreams of romance and love would soon be shattered by a series of 
events that she couldn't have realized in her wildest imagination. 

Sally could tell that it was time to fondle her pussy lips. 

The tension she felt in her lower abdomen was extraordinary and she didn't 
have the patience to tease herself any longer. 

She ran her forefinger slowly up and down the outer lips of her cunt. 

Her fingers glided along smoothly because the lubrication had gotten on them 
and made them all wet and slippery. 

She could feel her muscles beginning to get tight and she knew she wouldn't 
have to play with herself very long before she came. 

She used her fingertips delicately to pull her cunt lips apart as far as 
they would go. 

Then she dipped her finger into the molten honey inside. Her jaw dropped and 
her eyes shut even more tightly. 

Sally had a burning itch deep up inside her yearning womb. 

She had a tremendous urge to thrust her fingers deep into her cunt and 
finger-fuck herself to orgasm. 

But she did not want to do that. She knew that that would be an impulsive 
move and she would regret it later. 

She wanted to leave her hymen intact so that it could be torn away by a hard 
cock. 

Her cherry was precious to. her. She had given up a lot of enjoyment to 
preserve it and she wanted to make its busting a present for the man of her 
dreams. 

She ran her fingertips slowly up and down the inner lips of her twat. 

With each stroke she allowed her finger to get a little closer to her clit. 

Her little love button was swollen and erect. It throbbed at the very top of 
her hot pink vagina. 

She ran her fingertip all around that clit without actually touching it. 

Her little girl erection was protruding out from the pink flesh sheath that 
usually all but covered it. 

Then the tension in her crotch became too much for her to stand and she knew 
she would have to take the last step toward orgasm. 

Her muscles were so tight she thought they were threatening to snap. 

Her mouth was gaping open and she sounded like she was struggling to get 
oxygen into her lungs. 

Her heart was beating wildly and Sally thought that it was going to beat its 
way right out of her chest. 

She pressed her finger down on her clit and moved that tiny erection around 
in a slow circle. 

Then she gently flicked her finger across her love button, very lightly. 

She steadily increased the pressure of her finger on her little man in the 
boat and she could feel the pleasure growing in leaps and bounds inside her 
lower body. 

Her toes curled under like they always did when she was extremely sexually 
aroused. 

She began to toss around on the ground, jerking her body every which way. 

Her finger was now working across her clitoris as hard as it could. 

And then it happened and Sally let out a howl that made her sound like a 
wild animal. 

For a moment time was suspended and she could think of nothing but the 
intense joy that was pulsating through her body. 

She could feel great waves of ecstasy running up her body all the way to her 
scalp and down her body all the way to her toes. 

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, and the orgasm seemed like 
it lasted for five minutes, when actually it only lasted for about ten 
seconds. 

Then it was over, and Sally lowered her hips back down to the ground. 

It was then that she heard a noise coming from up above her and she knew she 
was in trouble. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It was then that Stanley Simpson appeared at the top of the incline. He 
looked around him and smiled. 

His cock throbbed. 

He looked down at his naked daughter and his face turned as red as a beet. 

He put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath so that his barrel-like 
chest swelled. 

He was a huge man, standing well over six feet, with thick muscles across 
his arms and shoulders and chest. 

His hair was blonde, the same color as Sally's and his face could turn very 
red when he was angry. 

He was wearing a tight white tee-shirt and a pair of western cut jeans, over 
a pair of brown cowboy boots. 

He had gained his strength through years of working for a construction 
company, befc re he had made enough money to invest and struck it rich. 

Although he didn't do too much physical exercise anymore, he had kept his 
muscle and he was still the sort of guy that no one would ever pick a fight 
with in a bar. 

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, young lady?" Stanley Simpson said 
in a tone of voice that expressed such anger that it scared the shit out of 
poor little Sally. 

She had been caught red handed. When she looked up to see her father 
standing at the top of the steep incline her hand had still been on her 
cunt. 

She knew there was no point in denying anything. He had seen her naked and 
playing with herself. 

She knew that he was very strict about such things and she would be in for a 
lot of punishment, not to mention the embarrassment of getting caught in 
such a compromising situation. 

She tried to say something, but her lips just moved and no sound came out. 

No matter how hard she tried she could not get her throat to speak. 

"Don't think I don't know what the fuck you were doing!" Stanley screamed. 

With one giant leap he was at the bottom of the incline standing directly 
over her daughter. 

Sally was too frightened and confused to know what to do. 

She put one arm across her nipples and the other over her tiny patch of 
blonde pubic hair in an ineffective effort at modesty. 

But Stanley didn't even seem to notice that the little girl was trying to 
cover up her private parts. 

He was so angry, he was fuming, and Sally could swear that she saw steam 
coming out of his ears. 

He reached down and grabbed himself a handful of Sally's long straight 
golden tresses. 

With one long jerk of his powerful forearm he pulled her to her feet by her 
hair. 

She let out a shriek of pain and she thought he was going to tear her hair 
right out of her head. 

"Please, Daddy, no!" Sally managed to say. 

She was so frightened the words came out very high-pitched and made her 
sound even younger than she was. 

"You little slut! You were out here jerking off weren't you?" 

"I'm sorry Daddy. I won't do it again. I promise I won't honest." 

Stanley slapped his beautiful daughter across the face with a vicious 
backhand. 

Her head snapped sideways and her cheek immediately turned red from the 
impact of the blow. 

Big tears welled up in her blue eyes and began to stream down her smooth 
cheeks. 

Her knees were shaking and she looked at him carefully, for fear that he 
would hit her again. 

"You tramp! I'll bet you have been fucking every stinking boy in Westchester 
County, haven't you?" 

"No Daddy, I swear. I haven't. I've never done that. I've never let a boy 
touch me," Sally said, pleading for mercy. 

"Don't give me any of that bullshit! I know all about girls who jerk 
themselves off, and they are all fucking whores!" 

Stanley had ahold of Sally's arm so tight that his fingers were digging 
painfully into her flesh. 

She knew better than to try and run away. 

She could never have gotten loose from him and there was no place to run to 
if she did. 

Her life had all of a sudden turned miserable and she had that feeling of 
total despair that comes when one knows the worst hasn't happened yet. 

"I'll bet you fuck all the time, don't you?" Stanley said, his eyes burning 
holes all the way into Sally's bewildered brain. 

She had never seen him behave this way before and she coundn't understand 
why he was getting so angry. 

He was usually a mild-mannered kind of guy unless he had been drinking. 

He certainly had never hit her like that before. Her cheek still burned 
horribly from where he had slapped her. 

Then Sally noticed something that confused her even more than her father's 
anger. 

He had a huge lump in the front of his pants that betrayed the fact that he 
had a throbbing erection. 

Sally couldn't make any sense out of this at first. Was it possible that her 
own father would get a hard-on from looking at her nude? 

Was the anger he was expressing just as much from the guilt he felt over his 
desire as it was from his urge to discipline her for being naughty? 

"I'm gonna show you what a real man is, pumpkin," Stanley said with a sneer. 

This answered all of Sally's questions and her mind reeled wildly. 

Rational thought left her and she found that her thoughts were no longer 
making any sense. 

She had an intense urge to faint so that when she woke up it would all he 
over. 

"You better not struggle or I'll beat the living crap out of you!" Stanley 
Simpson shouted. 

Sally couldn't believe that her own father was going to rape her. 

The mere thought of it made her convulse into horrible sobs. 

"And I'm not going to be easy on you. When I fuck you, you are going to know 
you have been fucked!" 

She wondered what she was supposed to do. If she struggled she knew he would 
hit her repeatedly and she did not like the idea of going to school having 
to explain why she was all black and blue. 

But how could she live with the fact if she did not struggle? 

How could she live with the guilt if she willingly committed incest. 

She knew she had to think fast and that was very hard considering how 
frightened the little girl was. 

All of her muscles went limp. She had decided to surrender to the large 
man's stronger will in hopes that this would keep him from hurting her too 
badly. 

She was filled with a sense of hopelessness. All of her dreams of love and 
romance were flying away on the wings of a bird, through the awful, cruel 
actions of her own father. 

"Okay, Daddy. I'll let you fuck me," she said, and was very proud of herself 
for being bold enough to use that kind of language in front of him. "I'll do 
anything you want me to, as long as you don't tell Mommy." 

"You think I'm gonna tell your old lady about this? Ha! Shit, this is gonna 
be our little secret, pumpkin." 

'And if I let you do it, you won't hurt me?" Sally asked, tilting her head a 
little to one side. 

"Fuck you," Stanley said, and grabbed his daughter hard by the nipple. He 
pinched her erect nipple so hard that it hurt horribly. 

Then he twisted it between his thumb and forefinger as if he was trying to 
tear the thing right off of her body. 

A strange transformation overtook little Sally Simpson at that point. 

Her nipple hurt intensely from the way her father was abusing it, but that 
pain soon turned into a warm pleasant sensation that went directly down her 
spine into her cunt, which was once again starting to swell. 

It didn't seem possible that Sally could get more confused but she did. 

She couldn't understand why she was feeling so much pain and enjoying it. 

What was it about the cruel way he was treating her that was making her feel 
so horny. 

She quickly forgot all about the guilt she was feeling about the act of 
incest which she was about to commit. 

Her mind went blank. It was as if someone had erased the blackboard in her 
mind and left her with a clean slate. 

She tuned in totally to the pain and the pleasure she was feeling and they 
merged to become one. 

Her breath became quick and erratic. Her chest heaved making her breasts 
stick up and out even further than they usually did. 

A row of sweat beads formed on her forehead and trickled down her nose and 
into her crystal blue eyes. 

She could feel the folds of flesh inside her cunt start to swell and become 
totally engorged with blood. 

Once again her clitoris was erect and protruding from the top of her pussy. 

She could feel her natural lubrication juices flowing out of her cunt down 
the insides of her thighs. 

She realized that she loved to be dominated entirely the way her father was 
dominating her at that very moment. 

She could tell that her first expression as a sexual animal was going to 
come as being a sex slave to her Daddy. 

She knew that she would do anything to please him as long as he abused her 
both physically and mentally. 

"Daddy, I'll do anything for you. Whatever you want. I am your slave. Use 
me," she said, her voice skipping a little which told him how worked up she 
was at the thought of him fucking her. 

"Then blow me, pumpkin. Get down on your knees and suck my cock. Suck me 
until I come and then drink down my seed as if it was a fine imported wine," 
he said, once again putting his hands on his hips, looking down at her 
enjoying his role as sex master. 

He liked the idea of turning his beautiful little daughter into his sex toy. 

He had desired her for a long time but he had always tried to push those 
urges into the back of his head. 

Sally immediately fell to her knees so that her face was right in front of 
the huge bulge in the front of her father's jeans. 

She reached up with her little fingers and unbuckled his belt. 

Then she unbuttoned the button that held the top of his pants together. 

Then she slowly unzipped his fly so she could see the incredibly thick stalk 
of his prick sticking upward. 

The head of his prick was sticking up out of the elastic at the top of his 
underwear and she could see how throbbing and purple it was. 

Sally gasped when she saw the size of her father's cock. 

She couldn't possibly imagine how a huge tool like that could ever fit 
inside her tight virgin pussy. 

She could tell that it was going to hurt a lot when he penetrated her. 

But the thought of the pain it would cause only made her homier. 

She was already associating pain and pleasure to the extent that she could 
not distinguish between the two. 

Stanley's cock was at least nine inches long and it had to be two inches in 
diameter. 

It was a chunk for a grown woman to take up the cunt, which made it awesome 
in the eyes of the sixteen year old virgin. 

Sally worked busily and she found that her hands were no longer shaking. 

She worked those fingers under the tops of his jeans and his underwear at 
the same time. 

He wiggled his slim muscular hips from side to side a little so the girl 
could tug them down. 

She continued to pull his pants down until they were around his ankles. 

His erect cock snapped out and forward like a horny jack in the box. 

Sally's eyes went wide when she looked at that log pointing directly toward 
her fresh innocent face. 

Stanley took his cock in his own hand and began to slap his daughter in the 
face with it. 

"You wanna suck it? Huh? You wanna suck your Daddy's prick," he taunted as 
he slapped her face with his meat. 

Finally he let go of his cock and let Sally do the rest of the work. 

She placed her full pouting lips tenderly on the inside of his thigh and 
kissed her way slowly upward. 

She used her teeth to give him little love bites as she worked her way up 
toward his balls. 

She ran the palms of her little hands up his hard stomach and across the 
muscles on his chest. 

He kept his hands on his hips and looked down at her in a totally dominating 
way. 

Her mouth arrived at the base of his balls and she stuck out her tongue so 
she could lick the base of his balls. 

She flicked her tongue back and forth across the patch of skin between his 
balls and his ass-hole. 

He closed his eyes and this was the first indication that she was giving him 
pleasure. 

She was proud of herself because she wanted to be a very good lover. 

She wanted to be worthy of being her father's sex slave. 

She couldn't believe how quickly the transformation from fear to lust had 
taken place in her mind. 

She told herself that it was fate. It was destiny. She was always meant to 
lose her virginity in this way. 

She licked and kissed his balls until they were wet and shiny from her 
saliva. 

Then she placed her lips on the sack that held his testicles and she 
searched around for one of his nuts. 

She knew she had to be very gentle while doing this because any pain she 
might cause him would instantly rekindle his wrath. 

She knew how easily she could hurt him if she didn't use a cotton mouth when 
dealing with those hyper-sensitive glands. 

Her nose became filled with the scent of his manhood coming from his cock 
and his balls. 

She felt as if it was that odor that was hypnotizing her in that way. 

She felt as if she were going into a trance from his smell. She was in his 
command, in his power! 

She searched around until she found one of his testicles floating around in 
come inside that sack. 

She sucked on it slowly and her father let out a deep moan that let her know 
how much he enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him. 

This only encouraged her and made her want to move up to his cock. 

The balls tasted sweet and she liked licking them and sucking on them but 
the cock was the meat and potatoes of the deal. 

She stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and placed the very tip on 
the base of his prick. 

She then ran her tongue slowly up the shaft of his cock until it was at the 
tip. 

She toyed with the little hole at the end of his rod where the semen comes 
out. 

She put her hand around the shaft of his lance and gave it a little squeeze. 

It was as hard as a rock and Sally could tell that there was no way any more 
blood could have been pumped into his erection without the thing bursting. 

She pointed his cock upward so that the underside was facing her. 

She flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive spot at the base of the 
head where the glans splits. 

She had read a lot of books about sex so she would know what to do when the 
time came. 

The time had arrived and now she was glad that she had done so much 
research. 

With the hand that was gripping his cock she slid up and down his stalk, 
realizing that this was the way that men masturbated. 

With her other hand she scratched the base of his balls gently with her long 
painted fingernails. 

Then she put four fingertips on the base of his balls and lifted them up as 
if she was trying to determine how much they weighed. 

His balls were huge. He looked like he had tangerines inside that wrinkled 
hairy sack. 

Then she got his balls in the palm of her hand and gave them a little 
squeeze which made Stanley Simpson let out a frenzied grunting sound. 

She positioned the head of his cock so that it was facing her lips. 

She looked at it for a long time trying to figure out how she was going to 
manage to get that thing into her mouth. 

She knew it would be a tight fit but she would have to go for it on risk 
getting beaten horribly by her father. 

She didn't mind the pain nearly as much as the embarrassment of going to 
school covered with the bruises he would undoubtedly leave on her face. 

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and for a moment she looked like 
she was in a dentist's chair saying, "Ahhhh." 

She managed to get the whole head of his cock inside her mouth. 

She sucked on it slowly and sensuously, rolling her tongue over it at the 
same time. 

But this did not satisfy the cruel urges of her huge father. 

He would not be satisfied until he had rammed the entire length of his prick 
deep down into her throat. 

He yearned to feel her lips wrapped around the base of his prick rather than 
just below the purple head. 

He placed his hands hard on her head, gripping at her scalp painfully with 
his strong fingertips. 

Sally was concentrating on keeping her lips over her teeth so she would not 
scratch him. 

She was being timid because she knew that any pain at all could send him off 
on another insane rampage. 

Once Stanley had a good grip on Sally's head, he thrust forward violently 
with his hips, driving his cock deep into her throat. 

Sally felt like gagging as she felt his meat go past her tonsils. 

She concentrated on breathing through her nose and relaxing the muscles in 
her throat. 

She knew that allowing a man to violate her in this way was part of being a 
good lover even if it did hurt a lot. 

But the pain made her get hornier, and by the time his cock was all the way 
inside her, she yearned for him to fuck her throat as hard as he could. 

He pulled his cock out until once again only the head remained inside her 
mouth. 

The he thrust forward harder, completely violating his daughter's aching 
throat. 

Sally could tell by the tenseness in her father's muscles that it wasn't 
going to take very long for him to have an orgasm. 

She wondered what his come was going to taste like and she wondered if she 
would have any trouble swallowing it down. 

She began to push her head forward each time her father pushed forward with 
his hips, so that the penetration would be as deep as possible. 

Then Stanley Simpson let out a scream that reminded his daughter of a 
werewolf howling at the full moon. 

He shoved his cock all the way into her and left it there. The come filled 
Sally's mouth. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Sally's mouth was full of her father's hot sticky semen and she struggled to 
swallow it down as fast as it came shooting out of the end of his erect 
purple, bobbing penis. 

It tasted salty and full of life, and Sally thought for a moment that it 
reminded her of the sea. 

It had the consistency and texture of raw egg whites, which would have 
grossed out little 

Sally under any other circumstances. 

As she continued to gulp the come down, feeling it slither it's way down her 
throat and into her tummy where it sat warmly, the spurts diminished in 
intensity and after only a few seconds his orgasm was over. 

Sally pulled her mouth off of his cock and looked up at her Daddy with an 
expression of complete adoration on her face. 

The cruelty had not left his eyes and she loved it when he looked at her 
that way. 

She looked back down at his cock and saw that there was a single bead of 
post-come forming at the little hole on the tip. 

She licked it off with a single swipe of her pink hot tongue. 

Then she licked the rest of the come off of his cock with long strokes with 
the flat part of her tongue. 

As the first few great spurts of semen had entered her mouth some of his 
hump cream had spilled over onto her lower lip and her chin. 

She used her hand to push the thick stuff up into her mouth and swallowed 
that down also. 

Stanley put his hands on his daughter's shoulders and pushed her backward so 
that she fell hard to the ground on her back. 

She stretched her legs out in front of her and Stanley pounced down on her. 

For the first time in her life Sally could feel the weight of a man pressing 
down on her tiny body. 

Sally looked up and she could see her father's handsome face coming 
ever-closer toward hers. 

Then their lips met and he pressed down on her. It was a moment of pure 
sexual electricity. 

Sally parted her lips, like she knew she was supposed to, and offered her 
father the tip of her tongue. 

But his forcefulness knew no bounds and he didn't want to neck with her the 
way the boys she went to school with did. 

There was nothing gentle or tender about his manner at all at that point. 

He plunged his tongue as deep as he could into the little girl's mouth. 

He could taste a little of his own salty come on her tongue, as he did so. 

She rolled her own tongue around his for a moment and then wrapped her lips 
around it. 

She sucked the saliva off of his tongue and this made the blood start to 
pump back into his cock once again. 

His prick was pressed against the inside of her thigh, and Sally could feel 
the rod of manflesh begin to stir. 

He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and moved his head so that he could 
get his mouth on her milky white neck. 

Sally turned her head so the part of her neck that he was after was 
stretched and exposed. 

Sally thought for a moment that her father had turned into a vampire. 

He bit hard into her neck, knowing just when to stop the pressure so he 
would not break the skin. 

The pain made Sally's cunt throb. She could feel the itch growing behind her 
hymen and she knew that only her Daddy's cock could scratch that itch. 

It was way up deep inside her where only the head of his humongous prick 
could reach it and satisfy it. 

Blood continued to flow down his body and into his cock, and Sally could 
feel him getting harder and harder down there. 

Sally struggled to open her legs a little bit. The ache she was feeling down 
in her cunt was so severe that it was uncomfortable laying there with her 
knees together. 

She managed to get her thighs parted a little, which opened her cunt and 
allowed her plethora of pussy juice to flow out of her vagina and down her 
buttocks. 

Stanley lifted his weight off of his daughter for just a moment and Sally 
took the opportunity to take a deep breath. 

It had been very difficult for the little girl to breath with the powerful 
man laying on top of her like that. 

He moved so that he could get his mouth on her big bulging tits. 

He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it as hard as he 
could. 

He rolled his tongue over it, and Sally discovered that having a man suck on 
her tits felt just as good as she imagined it would when she touched herself 
there. 

But then the man did something that was so brutal it made fresh tears form 
in Sally's crystal blue eyes. 

He got her little nipple between his upper and lower teeth and bit down on 
it so hard that the little girl thought for a moment that he was going to 
bite it off. 

She screamed out in pain, and the tears that had welled up in her eyes 
spilled out and dripped down her cheeks. 

Some of those tears got in her mouth and they tasted salty and warm. 

Stanley moved his mouth to the other nipple and Sally was filled with dread 
because she knew he was going to do the same thing again. 

Once again he sucked for a long time to make sure the nipple was as hard and 
erect as it could possibly get. 

Then he clamped his teeth down on it, and Sally let out another cry of 
agony. 

But Sally's agony turned into ecstasy after a couple of seconds and she 
realized that her cunt was throbbing more intensely than it had ever 
throbbed before. 

"Please fuck me, Daddy," she begged. "Fuck me long and hard. I've never had 
a cock inside of me before, and I want yours. Fill me completely with that 
huge cock you have down there." 

"Shut up, you little slut," he said and reached down to feel her cunt. 

Stanley ran his fingers up and down the little girl's slit. 

He had rolled off of her completely and was lying on his side beside her. 

With all of the weight of his body off of her she was able to open her legs 
as wide as they would go. 

He had no trouble getting his fingers between the lips of her cunt, and he 
went to thrust his fingers cruelly up her twat. 

But then he came across an obstruction that he hadn't expected to be there. 

It was her hymen and it was still intact just as she had said it would be. 

All of a sudden Stanley Simpson realized that his daughter had been telling 
the truth. 

She really hadn't ever had a cock inside her quim before. 

He felt a sudden twinge of guilt over falsely accusing his daughter the way 
he had. 

But he was too horny to stop now. They had gone too far to pull up and not 
fuck. 

He had no desire to be given blue balls by his own daughter. 

Besides, he thought she was a sweet piece of ass and it had been many years 
since he had busted in a cherry. 

He was looking forward to it. He quickly rolled over back on top of her, 
this time with his cock laying across her slit and on her lower abdomen. 

Sally raised her knees up in the air so that they were on either side of his 
slim muscular hips. 

Sally still had no idea how a cock as big as her Daddy's was ever going to 
fit inside her tight little pussy. 

She feared that he would tear her apart with that rigid lance of his. 

But her fear was minimal compared to her desire. She had never been that 
horny before and she decided she didn't care how much damage he did along 
the way, as long as he got his rod all the way up her drooling cooze. 

Stanley lifted his hips and reached back to grab his own cock. 

He gave it a couple of quick squeezes to make sure that he was ready. 

He discovered that he was as hard as a rock and one corner of his mouth 
turned up into an evil grin. 

He moved his prick so that the tip slid up and down between the open outer 
lips of Sally's boiling honey pot. 

Sally knew that the big moment was upon her. She was about to lose her 
virginity. 

She was so anxious that she found it very difficult to breath. 

Her mouth was wide open and she was gasping wildly for air. 

Stanley moved his cock until it was between the inner lips of her cunt. 

He was at the very mouth of her womanhood and Sally could sense that she was 
about to undergo another major transformation. 

Once Stanley had his cock in place he began to press downward with his hips. 

Sally could tell right away that her cunt was going to have to stretch open 
as far as it would go for him to fit inside. 

Stanley could feel the head of his cock pressing against the little girl's 
protective membrane. 

Sally could feel her cherry starting to tear and the pain filled her lower 
body. 

Stanley could sense that he was about to achieve penetration. 

Then it happened. The hymen tore away all at once and Stanley's cock began 
to press it's way further inside. 

Sally let out a scream as she felt her cherry bust. The pain was horrible. 

She could tell that her father had no intention of fucking her slowly at 
first so she could get used to it. 

He fully intended on fucking her as fast and hard as he could from the word 
go. 

Sally could feel blood mixing with her cunt juices on the inside of her 
pussy. 

She could feel something hot and sticky rolling down the crack toward her 
ass-hole and she knew she was bleeding more than she thought she would. 

But the pain was exquisite and it was soon replaced by the wonderful 
sensation of being touched in places she had never been touched before. 

Stanley drove his cock all the way into her, until the throbbing purple head 
was well up into her womb. 

For the first time in her life Sally could feel the itch deep inside her 
quim getting scratched. 

That long thick cock totally filled her pussy up. 

The cunt walls had to stretch to the point where she thought they were going 
to tear to allow the cock inside. 

Stanley pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside her cunt. 

Then he rammed it in all the way with a single thrust, once again driving 
the head deep up into her. 

Sally let out a puff of air like all of the wind had been knocked out of her 
lungs. 

She was already starting to understand why so many people spent so much time 
fucking. 

It felt great, and she could feel herself becoming a woman. 

His prick was so thick that it rubbed directly against her clit and gave her 
great joy. 

Sally raised her legs up in the air and pointed her toes toward the sky. 

She stayed like that for a moment and then wrapped her legs around her 
father's hips, crossing her ankles behind him. 

He was plowing her fast and furiously and Sally could feel herself working 
up toward the greatest orgasm of her life. 

Each time Stanley thrust his long cock into her the pressure in her lower 
abdomen got to be a little greater. 

Finally she thrust her hips upward with each of his downward thrusts so that 
his cock would go even deeper inside her, and burst into an incredible 
orgasm. 

It was unlike all of the other climaxes she had ever had. 

All of the others had been centered directly on her love button. 

But this one seemed to come from deep inside her. Someplace where her 
father's cock was stroking her. 

She let out a howl of ecstasy and her face broke into a tremendous smile. 

"Oh, Daddy, I'm COMING!" she shouted out, and her sounds of joy only 
encouraged the man to fuck her harder. 

He made her come twice more before he finally thrust his cock all the way 
into her and left it there. 

He threw back his head and arched his back. Once again he made the sound 
that reminded little Sally of a werewolf. 

She could feel him dropping his second load of semen into her in a matter of 
minutes. 

Then he fell on top of her and all of his muscles went lax at the same time. 

They lay still for a few minutes catching their breaths. 

Then Stanley slowly pulled his flaccid cock out of his little girl's cunt. 

He looked down and he could see the ring of blood that had formed at the 
base of it. 

He got a sheepish look on his face and bowed his head. He felt tremendous 
guilt over what he had done. 

Now that his cock was no longer overtaking his conscience, he could feel 
remorse over the cruel thing he had done to his own daughter. 

He quickly stood up and pulled up his pants. He turned away from her and 
walked back toward the house without saying a word. 

Sally had been left completely changed by the experience with her Daddy. 

She no longer was looking for love and romance like she had been only an 
hour earlier. 

Now all she wanted to do was fuck, and she wanted to be fucked so hard that 
it hurt. 

Because she had learned that pain was the name of the game. 

She doubted she could ever experience pleasure like she had with her father 
again unless there was the same intense pain involved. 

She had read that there were a lot of people who got off on pain, so it 
didn't strike her as weird. 

In fact she wondered why she had never thought of the possibility before. 

She decided right then and there that she was going to have to do some 
research on the subject. 

But not right away. She was too busy enjoying her afterglow. 

There was a warm buzzing in her ravaged cunt that made her want to slip into 
a private dream world. 

She was a woman and she felt like a woman. She knew she wouldn't have to 
bother with little girl games anymore. 

She lay still for a long time. She could feel the blood that had poured out 
of her recently opened wound hardening on her buttocks. 

She crawled to the river and cupped some water in her hands and splashed off 
some of the blood. 

She did not want her mother to see any blood between her legs for fear she 
would really what her father and she had been doing out there. 

The rest could be washed away in the shower. A shower! Boy, did she need one 
of those. 

She could already feel some of her Daddy's come dripping out of her quim. 

She slowly walked over to the tree limb where she had hung her bathing suit. 

She put it on and picked up the blanket she had brought along with her. 

She picked up her transistor radio and made her way back to the house. 

Sally did not want to see either of her parents at that moment so she went 
in the back door and made her way quietly up to the upstairs bathroom. 

She shut the door behind her and tried to sort out all of the previous hours 
events. 

It was still too soon for her to put anything in perspective. 

She knew that she was going to spend a lot of time in the future thinking 
about it. 

She doubted that she would ever understand what happened or why it happened. 

She had broken one of societies biggest taboos and she didn't feel a single 
twinge of guilt. 

She figured her lack of guilt was because she hadn't done it by choice. 

She had been forced into having sex with her father on that sunny day. 

By raping her, Stanley had done her a service by removing all blame from her 
shoulders. 

She took off her bathing suit once again and turned on the shower so that it 
was very hot. 

She liked her showers next to scalding. She stepped into the shower and 
cupped hot water up into her quim. 

It stung but felt good at the same time. She could see the dried blood 
swirling around by her toes and making it's way toward the drain. 

She carefully washed out her cunt so that there was no trace of what had 
happened. 

Then she washed the rest of her body, wincing when she touched her sore 
nipples. 

After she was clean she stepped out and dried herself off. 

Sally had never realized what a burden her virginity had been until it was 
gone. 

Now she felt as if a major weight had been lifted from her shoulders. 

It seemed silly to her now that she didn't want to fuck because she was 
afraid it was going to hurt. 

If only she had realized before that the pain was half of the fun she 
wouldn't have had to deny herself pleasure for so long. 

Sally put on a bathrobe and moved out into the hall outside the bathroom. " 
It was at that point that she heard a loud noise that sounded like a 
gunshot, shortly thereafter followed by a scream. 

Sally recognized the scream as coming from her mother. 

She ran downstairs and saw Stanley Simpson laying peacefully in the middle 
of the living room floor with a pistol in his hand and a bullet hole in his 
temple. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Time has a way of healing even the worst of scars, and thus was the case 
with Sally Simpson. 

By the time she turned eighteen and went away to college, the nightmares had 
gone away and she didn't think about her father nearly as much as she used 
to. 

Somethings never go away, they just hide themselves a little better. 

The guilt that Sally Simpson felt over the death of her father did not go 
away, it simply manifested itself in another form. 

Sally had already, at the time of her father's suicide, established in her 
own mind the association between pain and pleasure. 

And because of her guilt, she felt an irresistible urge to be punished. 

This left Sally Simpson acting exactly normal except when she was in the 
mood to fuck. 

At that point she turned into an insatiable masochist. She could not get 
enough pain to satisfy her. 

She became an obedient sex slave for any sadist male who was willing to kick 
the shit out of her. 

Her father left her a big trust fund that she got control of when she turned 
twenty-one. 

Her mother gave her a sizeable allowance and sent her to Hofstra University 
on Long Island. 

Even without her Dad, Sally would never have to worry about money. 

Sally showed up at the dorms for the first time during the fall of her 
freshman year and could tell immediately that going to class was going to be 
a drag because there was so much else to do. 

Her roommate was a pretty little nymphette named Stacy and they hit it off 
right away. 

They immediately set about putting up pictures on their walls. 

Stacy put up a lot of pictures of pussycats and monkeys, while Sally put up 
pictures of handsome men wearing black leather gloves. 

They liked the combination and they knew they were going to be the best of 
friends. 

"Sally, would you like to go to a party tonight?" Stacy asked, standing in 
front of the full-length mirror inside their closet door. 

"Sure, who's going to be there?" Sally said, sitting on the edge of her bed 
carefully painting her toenails. 

"Beats me. I don't know any more people around here than you do." 

"I guess that going to a party our first night is the best way to meet 
people." 

"There's bound to be a lot of good looking guys. I've heard that they come 
out in droves to check-out the freshman girls." 

"I suppose I'll dress for being checked out," Sally said, turning up the 
corner of her mouth into a half smile. 

The girls laughed and busily went about preparing themselves for getting 
picked up by guys. 

Sally placed a finger on her chin and creased her brow as if she was in deep 
thought. 

She wondered if she would be able to score a football player, or even 
better, a few football players. 

Not only did she know that they were all big and muscular, like she liked 
her men, but they were also noted for their ability to play rough. 

Sally took off all of her clothes and stood in front of the mirror to look 
at herself. 

She glanced over her shoulder and saw that her roommate was admiring her 
ass. 

She was used to being looked at in that way so she never gave it another 
thought. 

Sally put on a black frilly garter belt around her waist, and pulled on a 
pair of black stockings with a seam up the back. 

The slipped into a slithery tight black dress, that had a daring neckline 
showing off her plentiful bosom, and a slit up the side that flashed her 
upper thigh when she walked. 

Every time she took a step any guy who was eying her could see all the way 
to never never land. 

She slipped her tiny feet into a pair of black spike high heels, and 
strutted around the room a little. 

"You look great!" Stacy said and Sally Simpson nodded her thanks. 

Sally then put on some of her favorite perfume. It was called "Haunting 
Musk" and she knew that it made her smell irresistible. 

Stacy did not try as hard to look sexy. She knew that she would be able to 
find a guy easy enough, and she figured the party was liable to be on the 
informal side. 

She couldn't understand why Sally would want to get gussied so she could 
drink beer out of a paper cup. 

Sally thought she was being very decadent, and she took pride in breaking 
any rule she could whenever she could. 

The dormitories at Hofstra are lettered rather than named and the party that 
night was to be held at the lounge on top of Tower C. 

The towers were tall monsters, the second tallest buildings in Nassau 
County, and they stuck out of the huge student parking lot like so many 
erect cocks. 

By the time they got to the party the place was already packed with old and 
new students. 

Old friends were getting reacquainted after a summer apart and new friends 
were being made left and right. 

Sally and Stacy stood in line to get a beer and let their eyes roam over the 
crowd to check out who was looking back. 

Sally immediately spotted the group of guys she wanted to hit up on. 

There was three of them and they were standing together in a dark corner. 

They were huge and Sally could tell right away that they were football 
players. 

They all had dark curly hair, they were all over six three, and none of them 
weighed in at less than two twenty. 

As Sally let her eyes gaze at the threesome they began to nudge each other 
and gesture toward Sally. 

She could tell that this was going to be easy. Not that she was really 
worried but she thought she would have to be more aggressive to get a guy. 

All she did was look and already they had taken the bait. Sally yearned for 
the moment when she would be able to stop playing the cat and mouse games of 
young singles and get down to some hardcore S and M sex. 

After Sally got her beer, she excused herself from Stacy and sauntered over 
to the corner where the football players stood. 

"Hi there," the three big boys said, more or less all at the same time. 

"Hi guys, I'm Sally," she said, smiling and tilting her head a little to one 
side in her cutest way. 

She could tell that she had them wrapped around her little finger and she 
could get them out of the party with her any time she wanted. 

The three boys introduced themselves as Nick, Mike and Buck. 

"Is this the beginning of your first semester here?" Nick asked, trying to 
burn a hole into her very soul. 

"Uh huh," Sally said, trying not to sound too bright, and not afraid that 
they might think she was a little dumb. "I don't know anybody here yet 
except for my roommate and I figured the only way to meet people is to be 
friendly, you know?" 

The boys all assured Sally that they knew exactly what she was talking 
about. 

They discussed what she planned on majoring in for awhile and then they 
talked about how well they expected the football team to play that year, and 
then Mike became impatient and made his move. 

"Hey, Sally, do you smoke pot?" he asked moving so close to her that she 
could feel his body heat radiating off of him. 

"Sure. I'll do anything," Sally said and the three boys looked at each other 
and winked. 

"Then what do you say we move this party down to my room, just the four of 
us and get high?" Mike said. "I've got a big double to myself this semester 
and we can, ahem, get more comfortable." 

Sally said that she thought it was a positively splendid idea and she moved 
to the elevator with them. 

Stacy spotted her roommate as she left and bowed her head and shook it. 

She could tell that the little blonde was going to get herself in trouble if 
she acted that easy. 

What Stacy didn't know was that the one thing Sally wanted to do was get in 
trouble. 

Stacy thought of the good side of it and realized she would have the room to 
herself for the night so she wouldn't have to worry about bringing a guy 
back. 

While the four of them were in the elevator Buck snuck up behind Sally and 
stuck his hand in the slit on the side of her dress. 

He was going to goose her but he flustered for a moment when he realized she 
wasn't wearing underwear. 

He forged on anyway and gave her ass a sharp squeeze. 

Sally turned around and giggled. She gave the big football player a wink. 

"You naughty boy!" she said. "Can't you wait until we get to Mike's room to 
do that?" 

"I'm the impatient type," Buck said and Sally thought she saw a cruelty in 
his eyes that made her cunt throb with expectation. 

Mike lived on the eleventh floor, which made Sally wonder why they hadn't 
taken the stairs. 

It was all all-guys floor and there was rock music blasting throughout the 
floor. 

Somebody had put their stereo speakers out in the hall and there were 
several grubby hippy types passing a joint around on the floor in front of 
the elevators. 

A long-haired guy with a red bandana wrapped around his head and his friend, 
who had even longer hair, checked out Sally-as she walked by reeking of 
"Haunting Musk" and nodded their approval to one another. 

The three football players and the one little girl made their way into 
Mike's room. 

He immediately shut the door behind him and locked it. He did not want to 
risk any interruptions. 

They had found the little nymph and they weren't in the mood to share her 

Buck and Nick sat on chairs and Sally and Mike sat on the edge of his bed. 

Nick got up to put a Rolling Stones record on the stereo and Mike busily 
began to roll joints from a bag of Hawaiian red he had. 

The stuff cost over a hundred bucks an ounce and he liked to save it for 
special occasions. 

This was definitely a special occasion and when Sally took her first toke 
off of the bone she could tell right away that it was a lot stronger than 
any pot she had ever smoked before. 

By the time the joint was done they were all giggling wildly. 

Sally couldn't understand why The Stones sounded so much better than they 
ever had before. 

"I've got something I've got to tell you guys," Sally said. 

The three football players fell silent. They were expecting a downer. 

Oh no, Mike thought to himself. Here it comes. She's a virgin and only gives 
blow jobs. 

"I'm what they call a sexual masochist," Sally said, a little embarrassed 
about having to make that kind of confession. "I like to get beaten and tied 
up and shit when I get fucked." 

She didn't know what they would do. For a moment they just stared at her 
with blank expressions on their faces. 

Then Buck broke into a grin and hopped off of the desk he was sitting on. 

"Sally, sweetheart. I think you came to the right place," he said. 

Sally smiled as Mike and Nick were still having a hard time understanding 
fully what was going on. 

They had all gang banged the same chicks before, but they had never had them 
beg for it. 

In most cases they tried to get the chick so fucked up that she didn't know 
what was going on. 

When she was on the verge of passing out they would tear off her clothes and 
fuck the shit out of her. 

They either pretended that they didn't remember what happened the next day, 
or they were just too embarrassed to tell anybody about it. 

But this one was different. Sally was coming right out and saying, "Fuck me. 
Beat me. Eat me." 

It was a refreshing attitude and all three of the football players could 
feel their cocks getting hard just thinking about it. 

Mike suddenly got up off the bed and went to the bottom drawer of his 
dresser. 

He pulled out several strips of copper wire and dangled them up in front of 
his face so that he could judge how long they were. 

"All right, bitch," he said with a sneer. "Get out of that fucking dress so 
we can see your tits." 

Sally reached behind her and pulled down the zipper. She pulled the tight 
black dress over her shoulders and allowed it to fall silently to her feet. 

She was now wearing nothing but her high heels, her stockings and her garter 
belt. 

The three football players sucked cool air through puckered lips at the 
sight of her beautiful body. 

Their cocks immediately pumped up and bulged out in the front of their 
pants. 

Sally moved to undo her stockings from her garter belt but Mike stopped her. 

"No, bitch. Leave that shit on. I like the way it looks,' he said sharply. 

Sally loved it when he spoke to her that way. She could tell he would be 
very good at giving her verbal abuse. 

There was something about the tone of his voice that reminded her of, she 
shuddered, her father. 

That only made her hornier. She could already feel her cunt preparing itself 
for the multiple penetrations it was about to receive. 

"Now get down on your knees, you scummy twat," Mike said. "Get your knees 
far apart and put your ankles together. 

Sally did this immediately. She wanted to show them how obedient she could 
be when they treated her mean. 

Mike took one of the pieces of copper wire and wrapped it around the little 
girl's ankles 

He made sure that he tied her ankles together so tightly that the wire would 
bite into her ankle flesh. 

Sally could feel the pain right away and in a matter of seconds she could 
tell that the circulation of blood had been cut off to her feet. 

First there were pins and needles and then she could feel nothing at all in 
her toes. 

"Okay, you sewer ass cunt hole, put your face on the floor and cross your 
ankles behind your back," Mike said and once again Sally did this right 
away. 

They could tell that she was going to be totally subservient and the thought 
of having such a beautiful sex slave in their command made their balls ache 
impatiently. 

Mike tied her wrists together behind her back and gave her a hard swat on 
her bare ass just for fun. 

She let out a little whimper that appropriately expressed the combination of 
pleasure and pain she was experiencing 

There was a red hand mark on her buttock where Mike had slapped her. 

"Okay, boys," Buck said cheerfully. "Let's get nude!" 

In a matter of seconds all three of them were as naked" as the day they were 
born. 

Their cocks were all as hard as rocks and they were sticking out straight in 
front of them. 

Their cocks stood a little upward as they stood up and they pointed at the 
angle of anti-aircraft guns. 

Since it was Mike's room and Mike's pot he said that he got to fuck her 
first. 

Sally could no longer feel anything in her long fingers either. No matter 
how hard she tries she couldn't move them. 

"We better gag her in case she wants to fucking scream or something," Nick 
said. 

He took care of the matter himself. He picked up his dirty underwear, which 
was lying on the floor. 

He walked over and knelt next to Sally's face. 

"Open wide," he said, and when she obediently allowed her jaw to drop, he 
stuffed the dirty underwear in as far as he could. 

Sally couldn't have spit out the gag if she had wanted to, and she was no 
forced to breath solely through her nose. 

The three of them all had their hands on her now. She had asked for pain and 
that was exactly what they were going to give her. 

Nick got his hands on her big tits which looked even bigger at that moment 
because of the force of gravity, and twisted and pulled at them as hard as 
he could. 

Sally could not scream out in pain because of the gag but her eyes told the 
whole story. 

Her baby blue's had the look of agony in them and they were already welling 
up with big tears. 

Her eyes soon filled and those tears began to run slow crooked paths down 
her smooth apple cheeks, staining as they went. 

At the same time Buck reached right into her cunt and got her little clit 
between his thumb and forefinger. 

His fingers slipped off a couple of times because it was so slippery, but he 
finally managed to get a grip on it. 

He then twisted her erect throbbing love button so hard that the blonde 
little girl thought he was going to tear it right out of her cunt. 

Her muscles went tight and she arched her back as sharply as she could. 

She was in horrible pain but she still wanted more of it. She couldn't get 
enough. 

There was no way she could ever be punished enough for what she had done. 

Mike got on his knees behind Sally and placed one hand on either of her 
buttocks. 

He pulled those ass cheeks apart as far and as hard as he could. 

He pulled them apart so far that he could see the skin in the crack 
stretched tight. 

He could see her tight puckered ass-hole and he yearned to fuck it. 

Sally was relaxing, then tightening her ass muscles so it would appear that 
her ass-hole was winking at him. 

Sally had been fucked in the ass before but never by anyone who's cock was 
as big as Mike's. 

The football players were big all over, and that included the size of their 
cocks and balls. 

Mike took one look at that ass-hole and he knew he wanted to give the 
delicious looking blonde a rim job. 

He thrust his head between her open ass cheeks, sticking his tongue out as 
far as it would go at the same time. 

He began to lap happily at the little girl's ass-hole, and Sally could feel 
her cunt juices starting to flow out of control. 

He made the tip of his tongue sharp and worked it inside her ass-hole. 

He was amazed at how little pubic hair she had. She only had a couple of 
blonde curls above her pussy slit. There was no hair at all around her cunt 
lips or between the cheeks of her ass. 

Mike pulled his tongue out and got back up on his knees. He ran the tip of 
his cock up and down the crack of her ass until the head was pressing 
against her anus 

He began to push forward with his hips and Sally could feel the ring of 
muscle around her ass-hole stretch like it had never been stretched before. 

The pain was wonderful and Sally could tell that Mike was going to make her 
come if he fucked her bowels hard enough. 

Sally could think of nothing other than the sense signals her body was 
sending to her brain. 

She could no longer resist the penetration in any way. Mike's pressure was 
relentless. 

The head of his cock sunk into her ass-hole and the shaft followed behind 
it. 

In a matter of seconds he was all the way into her and he was piercing her 
where she had never been pierced before. 

He was way up into her bowels and Sally could tell that his big cock had 
discovered another magic internal spot that she hadn't known existed. 

She felt impaled by his prick. She was totally helpless. She was meant to 
serve. To give pleasure without consideration of her own pain. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Mike was so worked up by the thought o fucking the little nymph in the ass 
while she was bound and helpless that he could tell i wouldn't be long 
before he came. 

He tried to think about other things so his orgasm would be delayed. 

But it was no use. Already he could feel the come swirling around inside his 
balls and settling at the base of his cock. 

He could tell that it was preparing for the now inevitable eruption. 

He thrust into her as hard as he could. It felt like she had a million magic 
fingers up her ass that were all put there especially to give him pleasure. 

He could feel the soft internal flesh tearing under the force of his rigid 
rod. 

Sally wanted to scream badly but the dirty pair of underwear stifled all 
sound. 

All the three football players could hear out of her was deep grunting 
noises coming from the back of her throat. 

Sally could feel something wet inside her ass and she thought for a moment 
that Mike had come without her knowing about it. 

Then she realized that it was her own blood that she was feeling. 

It felt warm and sticky and some of it was dripping out of her ass-hole down 
into her open pussy. 

Mike was giving it all he had, coming down the home stretch. 

Finally he shoved his hard lance all the way up into her ass and left it 
there. 

The fronts of his thighs were pressed tight against her round buttocks. 

He held her by the sides of her hips so tight that his knuckles had turned 
white. 

He was digging his fingers into her flesh as hard as he could 

He arched his back so that his hips were out in front of his body. 

He threw back his head so he was facing the ceiling of his room. 

His mouth dropped open and he let out a war cry of pleasure. 

Sally could feel the great gobs of come spewing from the end of his dick. 

It mixed with the blood deep up inside her ravaged bowels. 

As Mike concluded his orgasm he slumped forward and he rested his head on 
Sally's bound wrists. 

As he put his weight on her back like that he forced her face hard into the 
floor. 

But she didn't care, in fact she loved it. She knew that no matter how 
terrible the pain got she would never be satisfied. 

If it got to the point where she was being mutilated slowly by a torturer in 
a black leather mask, she would still beg for more. 

Nick and Buck then took turns fucking the little girl in the butt. 

When all three of them had gotten off on her while she was in that position, 
Mike said he had a great idea. 

"Why don't all three of us fuck her at the same time?" he suggested. 

The other two thought it was a great idea, and they had pulled the underwear 
out of Sally's mouth so she could utter her agreement with the proposition 
also. 

Sally's ass-hole was raw and burning from the abuse it had gotten. 

She had never gotten fucked in the ass by three guys in a row before and she 
had no idea how much it was going to hurt. 

She was pleased with the agony they had caused her, but she wanted more. 

She imagined how much it was going to hurt when one of them shoved their 
stiff cock up her ass-hole for a second time. 

That combined with the thrill of being fucked in the cunt and sucking off 
one of them at the same time made her shiver with anticipation. 

"How would you guys like to do it," Sally said. She was still evry stoned 
from the red herb she had smoked and everything that was happening in Mike's 
room had taken on a surreal tint. 

She felt as if she had fallen into a blissful dream in which everything 
happened exactly the way she planned it would. 

She would never have suspected that she would get so lucky on her very first 
night at school. 

She thought it would at least take her a couple of days before she could 
find somebody to abuse her the way she needed to be abused so badly. 

But it had only taken her a few minutes, rather than days. 

And she had found three big guys, instead of just one. 

Sally was convinced that she was the luckiest little girl in the whole wide 
world at that moment. 

"Well, first of all we have to decide who gets to fuck which hole," Mike 
said, organizing the matter. 

"I like to get sucked off," Buck said. "I look at the mouth on this slut and 
I just gotta stick my ramrod down her throat." 

T wanna take her up the ass again," Mike said "I never felt anything that 
tight before. It might have been a bit of a rocky road, but I dug it, if you 
know where I'm coming from. I like the rear door." 

"Hey, this is going to work out perfectly," Nick said. 'There's nothing I 
like better in the world than sweet pussy. Give me cunt any day. It beats 
the hell out of the other shit. Call me conservative. I don't care." 

"I guess you had better get on the bottom then Nick," Sally said. "And then 
we'll make a Sally sandwich on stud." 

The three football players laughed heartily at her little joke. 

At the thought of all boffing her at the same time the three football 
players could all feel the blood starting to pump back into their cocks. 

In a matter of seconds they were standing there with their hands on their 
hips and their pricks were standing at attention in front of them. 

Sally could feel her mouth start to water when she looked at all of that 
cockmeat at the same time. 

She felt like a glutton, taking up so much manpower. She felt sorry for the 
chicks that were going to have to go home alone because she was getting more 
than her share. 

She wondered if her roommate Stacy had gotten lucky that night. 

She figured she probably had. The dark-haired girl seemed to have a lot on 
the ball and she figured she wouldn't have any problem finding a guy to 
sleep with if she was really looking for one. 

Nick lay down in the middle of the room on the fuck rug. Mike's folks had 
dough so his room was done up a lot nicer than most. 

He had a quadraphonic sound system that could blast out the windows if the 
volume was cranked all the way up. 

As Nick lay on his back with his knees together his cock was long thick and 
hard 

It was lying on his belly and the head was pointing up toward his face. 

The tip of his cock rested a couple of inches above his navel. 

"Come here baby, and let me shove my cock up that sweet pussy of yours," 
Nick said turning the corner of his mouth up into an evil half-grin. 

"You are the boss," Sally said and got down on her hands and knees to 
prepare to mount him. 

As she crawled up on top of him she decided to give him a little bonus 
pleasure. 

She flicked the tip of her tongue across his balls while gently tugging on 
the short and curly hairs that grew out of that sack with her thumb and 
forefinger. 

Then she used the flat part of her tongue to lick the entire length of his 
cock shaft. 

She paused to flick her tongue across the sensitive spot just below the 
glans. 

Then she rolled her tongue slowly and sensuously over the head of his prick. 

She then ran her fingers through the thick mat of fur on his chest. 

She placed one knee on either side of his hips and lowered her head so she 
could kiss him. 

Their tongues met before their lips and soon they were having a passionate 
wet swordfight. 

"Hey, lay off," Buck complained. "The mouth is mine!" 

"Fuck off," Nick said. "You'll get yours, don't worry about it." 

Nick kissed Sally on the neck and nibbled a little on her ear lobe. 

She then stretched out on top of him so his hard cock was pinned between 
their bellies. 

She ground her hips downward in a circular motion, which drove Nick crazy 
with desire. 

Then she lifted up her hips just a little bit and reached down so she could 
grasp the shaft of his rod. 

She gave a couple of squeezes to make sure it was fully erect and then 
pointed the tip in the direction of her cunt. 

She ran the head up and down between her cunt lips until it was in position 
to enter her. 

She lowered herself down on his cock a little at a time. 

She wanted to feel and appreciate each fraction of an inch as it entered 
her. 

Her mouth fell open and her eyes shut as she felt her cunt become filled 
completely with his cockmeat. 

She lowered herself until he was all the way inside her. 

Her small bush of blonde pubic hair was pressed flat against his larger 
darker bush. They did not start their fucking motion yet. 

They knew that Mike would be mounting her from the rear at any second. 

They figured it would tough enough for him to get his cock up her ass-hole 
without making him aim for a moving target. 

Sally could feel Mike's weight on her back. She knew that it was going to 
hurt like hell when he rammed his erection into her already bleeding 
ass-hole. 

She could feel his incredibly strong hands on her buttocks, prying them 
apart so he'd have his way with her. 

He thrust the head of his cock against her already strained sphincter 
muscle. 

Sally concentrated on relaxing that muscle as much as she could. 

She was trying to train her body to welcome the pain as much as her mind 
did. 

Sometimes her body would resist the agony, even when her mind yearned for 
it. 

No matter how much she told her body to behave it would still give her 
trouble, sending signals up her spine saying that something bad was 
happening to it. 

Mike thrust downward hard with his hips and drove his whole cock up into her 
bowels at the same time. 

Sally let out a scream that would have curdled blood. She was in tremendous 
agony. 

Neither Mike nor Nick moved a muscle until 

Buck could get into position to fuck the little blonde in the mouth. 

Sally stretched out her neck and opened her lips as far as she could. 

She curled her full pouting lips over her teeth so she would not scratch him 
when he thrust into her. 

Buck moved so that he was kneeling at the head of the pile of bodies. 

He could tell by the expression on Sally's face that she needed to suck him 
off badly. 

With one sudden jerk of his hips, Buck drove his long thick phallus deep 
into the little girl's throat. 

She had learned during the previous two years to give deep head without 
having a single urge to gag. 

Once all three of the football players had achieved penetration they started 
their fucking motions all at the same time. 

One would have thought that they had rehearsed this act many times from 
watching the way they worked together. 

They all thrust in and out of her at exactly the same time. 

For a second she would be totally filled in all three of her holes. 

Then she would be empty and then she would be all filled up again. 

Sally could feel herself on the verge of having a tremendous orgasm. 

The pain in her ass and the pleasure in her cunt were combined into a single 
feeling which was making the tension in her lower abdomen excruciating. 

Sally came many times before the three of them started to dump their seed 
inside her. 

Nick and Mike could feel each others' cocks through the thin wall of tissue 
that separated Sally's pussy from her bowels. 

Mike was the first to come. He let out a series of frenzied grunts and 
dropped his load deep inside her raw burning bowels. 

After he spilled his seed inside her he pulled his cock out of her ass-hole 
and rolled off of the pile. 

This gave Sally added mobility with her hips and she concentrated on riding 
Nick's cock, giving it everything she had. 

She would slam her hips downward each time he slammed his hips upward, so 
that each penetration would be as deep as possible. 

Finally, Nick began to feel like he was about to come. He picked up the pace 
of the fuck and Sally responded by sucking even harder and faster on Buck's 
prick. 

Both Buck and Nick came at the same time. Just as Sally felt her mouth get 
filled with hump cream, she could feel Nick's cock doing a little dance 
inside her pussy. 

That prick was convulsing and spewing its load into her womb. 

They all sat around naked for awhile and smoked another joint of the great 
pot. 

Mike got pissed at Sally for getting blood on his carpet and told her she 
would have to be punished. 

"I can't believe you are so inconsiderate that you would bleed all over my 
expensive carpet," he screamed. 

Sally looked fearful. She could tell that he was going to hit her. 

But deep down inside she wanted him to beat her. She wanted him to smack her 
around as hard as he could. 

And that was exactly what he did. Using both the palm of his hand and the 
back of his hand he slapped her repeatedly across the face. 

By the time he was done with her, her face was stained with tears and her 
hair was all over the place covering one eye. 

"Get on your back and spread your legs open," Mike screamed. "When I'm done 
punishing you, you will know what punishment is all about." 

Of course Sally did exactly what he said. She had no idea what he had in 
mind for her but she could tell it was going to hurt a lot. 

She spread her legs open as far as she could and looked up at the cruel jock 
with an expression of total adoration on her face. 

He opened his fingers wide slowly and then, just as slowly, closed them into 
a tight fist. 

"It's time to see how much you can take up your cunt," he said, a lot more 
calmly than before. 

Sally shuddered She had never been fist fucked before and she had no idea 
how much it was going to hurt. 

But she could feel her love button become erect again at the very thought of 
it. 

Mike knelt between her legs and placed his fist ever so gently against her 
open pussy. 

He rubbed his knuckles up and down her slippery slit, amazed at how much 
natural lubrication she had mustered 

Then he drew back his fist and punched her as hard as he could right in the 
cunt. 

Sally opened her mouth to scream but Buck stuck the underwear back in her 
mouth so she could not. 

But Mike did not pull his fist away after he punched her. 

He put all of the weight of his body behind it and continued to press down 
on her cunt. 

His pressure was relentless and Sally could tell that he wouldn't be 
satisfied until his whole fist was inside her cunt. 

Sally could feel the lips of her cunt stretching and then tearing to allow 
his fist to enter. 

When Mike saw that she was bleeding from the pussy it only made him want to 
hurt her more. 

He pushed until he was way up inside. But he was still not satisfied 

He then twisted his fist around inside so he could do her further damage. 

But Sally could not feel the pain anymore. She had passed out completely. 

She lay still oh the rug with the pair of dirty underwear sticking out of 
her mouth. 

When Sally got back to her room the following morning, Stacy could tell that 
she had been through hell. 

"My God, what happened?" Stacy exclaimed. "You look like those jocks ran you 
through the mill." 

' Yeah it was great," Sally said, a dream-like quality to her voice that 
made Stacy think that she wasn't entirely there 

"Did they drug you? Did they give you something to make you do this?" Stacy 
asked, her eyes wide with horror. 

"Uh huh," was all little Sally could say. Her eyes were puffy and swollen. 

"Are you okay? How badly did they hurt you?" Stacy asked, snapping off 
questions like an attorney giving a witness the third degree. 

Sally just lifted up her dress and let Stacy see the dried blood that had 
caked on the insides of her thighs. 

Stacy felt a little sick to her stomach. She took Sally by the hand and let 
her into the bathroom. 

"Take off all of your clothes. We've got to clean you up a little bit," she 
said. 

Sally was used to taking orders by this time so she stripped naked without 
uttering a sound. 

When Stacy saw her roommate naked she had a rush in her crotch that she 
didn't quite understand. 

It had never occurred to her that she might have lesbian tendencies. 

But she was having feelings at that moment that could not be denied. 

Stacy took off all of her clothes and joined Sally in the shower stall. 

Stacy did all of the work while the little blonde just stood there looking 
more or less like a zombie. 

Stacy soaped up a wash cloth and gently washed the caked blood off of 
Sally's thighs 

She felt funny touching another girl in such intimate spots, but she could 
tell how much she was enjoying it by the way her clit was throbbing, and 
Sally certainly didn't seem to mind 

Stacy washed the blood out of Sally's pussy and turned her around so she 
could wash the area between the cheeks of her ass. 

Then Stacy couldn't stand it anymore. Her libido was out of control. 

Stacy wrapped her arms around Sally slim waist and pulled her close. 

Their breasts touched each other and Sally seemed to respond to being 
touched so sensuously. 

Stacy pressed her lips against Sally's and then the blonde willfully offered 
her tongue to her roommate. 

They were both discovering a little bit about themselves that they didn't 
know before. 

Stacy was already thinking about the possibility of pushing their beds 
together, so they could create a double bed, a den of sensuous delight. 

"Your pussy must be very sore," Stacy said, a look of concern still on her 
face. 

"Yes it is, but that is good. It should always be sore. I have done 
unmentionably bad things in my life and I must suffer to repay for my evil." 

Stacy could not make heads nor tails out of what the little blonde was 
saying 

She figured her roommate was still babbling under the influence of some sort 
of drug. 

"I know what might make your pussy feel better," Stacy said and dropped to 
her knees in front of Sally. 

She held Sally by the buttocks, and for the first time in her life she 
tasted another woman's cunt. 

Stacy began to lick tenderly at Sally's soft folds of cunt flesh. 

"There doesn't that make it feel better?" Stacy whispered softly. 

Sally did not respond. She simply looked down at Stacy as if she were 
confused. 

Stacy decided to try harder to give Sally pleasure. She began to tenderly 
flick her tongue back and forth across her clit. 

She steadily increased the pressure, thinking that Sally must be able to 
feel it. 

"What's the matter? Are you numb down there? Is that it? Has the drug they 
gave you made you unable to feel my tongue?" 

'No," Sally said. "I can feel it fine. It's just that it doesn't hurt. How 
can anything feel good if it doesn't hurt?" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

By the end of Sally Simpson's first semester at Hofstra she had decided what 
she wanted to do with her life 

She had gone to the Emily Lowe Gallery on campus to see an exhibition of 
Richard Avedon's work. 

From the second she saw the haunting portraits of real people she knew that 
she wanted to be a photographer. 

She knew nothing about photography, but she knew that had plenty of classes 
there to teach her all she would need to now. 

She figured her own sense of aesthetics would take her straight to the top, 
once she learned the mechanics of using a camera, and working in a darkroom. 

There was one other problem she had to take care of before she could start 
what she was convinced was her career. 

She had to buy a camera. It was a major investment so she didn't want to run 
out and buy the first camera she got her hands on. 

She wanted to shop around a lot a get a lot of advice from people who knew 
something about photography before she made her decision. 

Stacy had a car so they took a couple of weekends and went shopping around. 

Sally was pretty sure she was going to buy a Hassanbladt by the second 
weekend. 

But as fate would have it, something happened in one of the camera stores 
that was to permanently alter the course of her life. 

Having visited most of the camera stores out near the school, Stacy got wind 
of a place in Great Neck that was supposed to have excellent service. 

It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Stacy and Sally hopped into her 
Gremlin and headed toward one of the richest communities in the New York 
Metropolitan area 

Summer was definitely over. The leaves on the trees along the Long Island 
Expressway were turning their autumnal hues and there was a chill in the air 
which foreshadowed an impending winter. 

The second Sally walked into the place she saw him. 

He was tall, well over six foot and he had big brown sad eyes that made her 
want to take him home and take care of him. 

His shoulders stooped a little and he had big sensitive hands that looked 
good clutching a telephoto lens. 

Sally walked boldly up to him and put her hands on her hips cockily waiting 
for him to take care of her. 

He was wearing a brown sport jacket with a tan button up shirt underneath. 

He wore no tie and had the top two buttons of his shirt opened. 

Sally could tell that he was devoid of chest hair. In fact, upon closer 
appraisal it looked like he didn't grow very much hair on his face either. 

His cheeks were as smooth as a baby's and he had the dark olive complexion 
of an Italian. 

Sally could feel herself being strangely charmed by the man, and she didn't 
know why. 

She did not feel the raw lust she had felt toward men in the past. Instead 
there was a throb in her heart that told her her emotions were getting in 
the way of her libido. 

Or, perhaps for the first time, her emotions and her libido were 
cooperating. 

The strange feeling she had in her stomach made her wonder what it was like 
to fall in love. 

And all of this happened before the man even noticed her. 

He was busy peering through a crystal eyepiece at a new color slida he had 
taken for a portfolio he was preparing. 

On the breast pocket of his tan shirt he wore a button that said, "STEVE." 

Sally cleared her throat, trying to get his attention, but he still peered 
into the light at the photograph which interested him. 

It was a picture of his roommate MacIntyre standing in their kitchen 
flirting with a sweet looking Jap named Mindy. 

He had taken the picture through a fish-eye lens and it made MacIntyre's 
nose look very long. Steve thought it looked phallic. 

"Steve!" Sally finally said sharply, her irritation noticeable in her voice. 

Steve jerked as if he was suddenly being awakened from a daydream. 

He pulled the eyepiece from his eye and looked at the cute little blonde 
standing on the other side of the counter. 

She was about the cutest thing he had ever seen and he immediately flashed 
her, his most charming grin. 

Sally looked at his big brown eyes when he smiled and noticed that they 
changed. 

They lost their sadness and there was a touch of knowing sensuality in them. 

"May I help you?" he said putting his palms flat on the glass countertop. 

Sally place her tiny hands on top of his and maintained eye contact. 

"I'm sure you can," she said tilting her head a little to one side and 
allowing herself an amused grin. 

Steve's charming smile was replaced by a quick nervous look. 

He could already tell that this wasn't going to be another ordinary day at 
work. 

"How can I help you?" Steve asked and the look of nervousness left his face. 

His eyes began to twinkle and he was beginning to enjoy the little flirting 
game they were playing. 

Sally quickly took her hands off of his and put her finger on her chin. 

She creased her brow as if she was deeply concentrating on the secret of 
life. 

"I think I want to buy a camera," she said finally. She spoke slowly, as if 
she thought she had to for him to understand her. 

"But are you sure?" Steve said, and this time it was his turn to put an 
amused smile on his face. 

Sally didn't like the idea that he was laughing at her. For a moment she 
felt very indignant and had a desire to stomp out of the store in a huff. 

But then she looked at those big eyes again, and her heart began to race. 

"Yes, I'm sure!" she said, and squinted her eyes at him. She wanted to let 
him know that she didn't like the way he was being rude 

"That's very good. To be sure, I mean. It's always best to be sure you want 
a camera before you buy one." 

"I think you are the shiftiest camera salesman I have ever spoken to." 

"How many have you spoken to." 

"A lot! I've been to a lot of record stores and I swear you are 
flabbergasting!" 

"Are you going to buy a camera from me?" Steve asked, his face still 
reflecting his amusement at the pretty little girl. 

Sally took a long time before answering. She looked at all of the 
photographic equipment displayed under the counter and pretended she knew 
what everything was and what it was for. 

"I might," she said softly, and quickly glanced up at him. He was staring at 
her so she quickly pulled her eyes away from his. . 

"Well, there you go," Steve said and grinned more broadly as if he had just 
won a major victory. 

Sally could feel her face turning red, and she knew that blushing would not 
help her situation. 

The moment cooled out long enough for Steve to sell her the Hassnabladt she 
had been thinking of. 

He was going through the specifications for operating the equipment with her 
and once again she was pretending that she understood everything he was 
talking about. 

"Do you take photographs yourself. I mean, are you a photographer?" Sally 
asked the man behind the counter. 

"Yeah, I'm a photographer. I'd like to make my living at it someday 
actually. I'm just doing this to pay the rent until I get discovered." All 
of a sudden Sally put a look on her face to show Steve how fascinated she 
was by him. 

"What kind of photography do you take?" she asked sweetly. 

Steve saw a golden opportunity and he wasn't about to blow it. 

"I take nudes," he said, arching a single dark brown eyebrow. 

"You mean you take pictures of women without any clothes on?" 

"That's right. But it's hard. There aren't that many women who look good 
enough naked to be part of my art." 

"Do you think I would look good enough to be part of your art?" Sally asked 
She spat out the last part of the sentence sarcastically as if she believed 
he was being painfully pretentious. 

"I'm sure I have no idea," Steve said and turned his back to her for a 
moment to put something back on the shelf. 

Sally was indignant again. She put her hands on her hips and creased her 
brow in anger. 

"What do you mean by that?" she asked sharply. Her face was blushing once 
again. 

"I mean I've never seen you with your clothes off," was Steve's simple 
answer 

"It could be arranged," Sally said, once again putting on her seductive 
tone. 

"What are you doing tonight?" Steve asked, not wanting to waste any more 
time. 

He wanted to get the nymph home and out of her clothes as quickly as 
possible. 

"I'm supposed to study. I have finals coming up," she said. 

"Doe? that mean you are going to study, or you are just thinking about 
studying?" 

"I was thinking of letting you photograph me nude, if you really want to 
know the truth of the matter." 

I didn't say I would photograph you. I said I would look at you naked and 
decide if you were right." 

Sally was flabbergasted by the man. She had never encountered anyone who 
didn't take her extraordinary beauty for granted before. 

"Okay," she said finally. She kind of liked the way he mistreated her in a 
flirtatious way, and besides, she thought he was really good looking. "Give 
me your address." 

Steve smiled and wrote his home address in Bayside on the back of one of his 
business cards. 

She took her brand new camera, looked at the card and sniffed at it, then 
turned on her heels and strutted out of the store, swaying her round hips 
behind her. 

Steve could tell he was going to get lucky. He couldn't wait to get home and 
tell MacIntyre about it. 

That night the doorbell to Steve's apartment rang at eight o'clock sharp. 

Sally had talked Stacy into giving her a ride to Bayside. Stacy said she 
would be glad to take her there but she would have to find her own way back. 

Sally said it was a deal and off they went. Sally could tell she was heading 
for yet another adventure. 

Steve answered the door and politely let Sally in. 

He took her wrap and hung it neatly in the closet. She was wearing a tight 
sweater that showed off her big firm tits a pair of skin tight designer 
jeans that showed off her round ass, and a pair of black high heels that 
made her feet look very sexy. 

The apartment in which Steve and MacIntyre lived looked like your typical 
bachelor pad. 

MacIntyre was a freelance writer and Steve was a photographer. 

MacIntyre's girlfriend had kicked him out a few months before telling 
stories of drunkenness and cruelty. 

Steve's wife had walked out on him at about the same time complaining of 
similar debauchery. 

They thought of themselves as The Odd Couple, and liked the notion of 
"baching it" after years of attempts to domesticize them. 

MacIntyre was sprawled out on his bed-which was set up in the room that had 
originally been the dining room between the kitchen and the living room. 

When Sally entered the apartment, MacIntyre's eyes lit up and he quickly 
threw away the dirty magazine he had been reading to get introduced. 

Steve could tell by the expression on MacIntyre's face that he would have to 
keep Sally away from his roommate at all costs. 

He quickly introduced them, then slipped an arm around the little girl's 
slim waist and asked her if she wanted to go into his studio. 

She said sure and Steve took her into his bedroom. Sally balked. 

"This isn't your studio! This is your bedroom," she complained. 

"It's both," Steve said calmly, moving across the room and sitting on the 
edge of the bed. 

"I suppose when you live in an apartment you have to use some rooms for more 
than one thing " Sally said, looking at the big stereo system and all of the 
Bob Dylan and Neil Young records. 

"That's right," Steve said vaguely, as if he was thinking about something 
else. "Look, why don't we get started. Take off your clothes so I can have a 
look at your body." 

"You know you really burn me up," Sally said. She couldn't understand why he 
was getting to her so much. Not only did her heart pound like crazy whenever 
he was near her, but she became instantly defensive whenever he showed 
indications that he didn't feel the same way about her. "There are a lot of 
guys who would give their left nut to see me naked." 

"Uh huh," was all Steve said and he lit up an L and M cigarette. He took a 
deep drag and blew a thick cloud of blue smoke into the air. "I think I'll 
keep my left nut if you don't mind." 

Then he flashed his charming smile and Sally realized that she would do 
anything for him. 

She couldn't believe he was being so cool. She was used to guys going 
ape-shit over her and she didn't know how to react. 

She decided he might warm up to her a little if she took off her clothes. 

She grabbed the bottom of her sweater from her waist and pulled her tight 
sweater up over her head. 

Her big tits popped out and stood majestically high on her small frame. 

Her nipples were erect and hard, and Steve noticed that right away. 

He could tell that she was sexually aroused and he knew he would have no 
trouble getting her to do whatever he wanted her to. 

He had peculiar sexual tastes, but she looked like the kind of chick who 
would be open to suggestion. 

Sally smiled at him as she dropped her sweater to the floor at her feet. 

"How do you like my tits?" she asked, thrusting them out a little by taking 
a deep breath. 

"You have lovely breasts, uh, uh." 

"Sally." 

"You have lovely breasts, Sally. Take off the rest of your clothes. I think 
you might do." 

She kicked off her shoes and pulled off her tight pants. Once again she had 
not bothered to wear any underwear. 

She was standing naked in front of him now with her hands on her hips. 

Steve couldn't help but think she was perfect for the sexual experiment he 
was interested in trying. 

He remembered how he had come up with the theory, and why it meant so much 
to him. 

His wife had just left him and he had been feeling bad, so he drove his car 
out to the beach to watch the sun rise first thing in the morning. 

He became intrigued with the way the waves looked as they lapped up onto the 
sand. 

The sand was being caressed by the water without actually participating. 

It was the waves that were doing all of the work, and at that moment, that 
was the way he wanted his sex to be. 

He wanted to be the passive side, being still and unfeeling, being caressed 
by the licking waves. 

He wanted to have sex without participating. 

He knew that it sounded weird and he had his doubts that Sally would have 
any idea what he was talking about when he told her about it. 

He stood up and placed his hands gently on Sally's shoulders and made her 
stand sideways to him. 

She looked up at him, thinking he was going to kiss her, and was 
disappointed when he merely placed his hand under her breast and looked at 
it closely. 

He was still being an artist. They could be lovers later. 

"Okay, we'll do it," he said. Sally couldn't believe how relieved she was. 

She had really thought that 'the possibility existed that he would turn her 
down. 

Steve got out his camera and took a series of experimental black and white 
shots of the pretty blonde. 

He made her get on her hands and knees and arch her back so he could 
photograph her from the rear, them he made her get on her back and spread 
her legs open. 

He told her to touch her clit and look like she was coming. While she was 
doing this he snapped off a number of shots. 

All in all he took two rolls of 36 shots apiece and then set his camera 
down. 

Sally looked at him with a deep yearning in her crystal blue eyes 

"Would you please make love to me now?" she asked, afraid that she might get 
turned down for the first time in her life. 

"No." 

"No?" 

"Uh uh. Now I am going to let you make love to me," he said, and turned up 
the corner of his mouth into a half smile. 

Sally looked at him blankly. She was not sure what the difference was. 

"You see, Sally, I am going to take off all of my clothes and I am going to 
lay down on my back on the bed. From that point on I will remain totally 
motionless. You will do all of the work. I want you to tend to my every 
physical desire. You will be the waves from the sea and I will be the sand." 

"I think you are weird." 

'Perhaps. But I want you to serve me completely. For a while at least I want 
you to concentrate on nothing but giving me pleasure." 

Sally couldn't help but laugh. She had never heard of such a thing before. 
But she had to admit to herself that the idea appealed to her. She liked the 
idea of being his sex slave, even if his tastes were a little tame for her. 
. 

"I think you are just the right girl to do this. You look like the sort who 
lives to serve 

Sally almost got angry until she realized that he had pegged her personality 
perfectly. 

She was the kind of girl who lived to serve men. She became a slave to man's 
cock because she felt intense guilt about her father. 

She figured that she would serve Steve in any way he wanted. 

Even if he didn't cause her any pain the ache she would feel in her cunt 
that would not be appeased would be punishment enough. 

In some ways, what he was about to do to her was even crueler than if he had 
kicked the shit out of her. 

"Okay, I'll do it," she said. "You had better get your clothes off. I want 
to see you naked. I have to make sure you have the kind of body I can serve 
completely." 

They both laughed at this reversal in roles and Steve quickly made himself 
naked. 

He stood there with a grin on his face. His cock was only two thirds erect, 
but Sally could tell that he was going to be quite a mouthful. 

Steve moved to the bed and sprawled out on his back with his legs pointing 
at a ninety degree angle. 

Sally took a deep breath. She could feel the lubrication starting up in her 
cunt and she cursed her body once again for not listening to her mind. 

She did not want to get too horny. She had no idea if he had any intention 
of giving her any pleasure whatsoever. 

But she couldn't help it. Her nipples were still erect and her pussy was 
becoming swollen and engorged with blood. 

She walked boldly up to him and kissed the head of his cock 

Steve showed no sign that he even noticed she was there. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Steve knew that it would take all of his will-power to keep from being a 
participant in the experiment. 

He knew that it would be a true indication of his power if he could stay 
perfectly still throughout the sex session. 

Sally was the prettiest little thing he had ever seen, and that was what 
made the test of will so perfect. 

He had to keep his eyes closed because he knew he could not look at her tits 
without getting an incredible urge to suck on them. 

He could feel her fingertips touching the balls at the base of his feet. 

Sally was really getting freaked out by this point. Every guy she had ever 
had sex with in her entire life had immediately turned into an octopus the 
second he got her hands on her. 

Sally had always thought that getting goosed, pinched, and generally poked, 
was all part of the game. 

She began to realize what a truly powerful and magical photographer was. 

She kissed all of his toes, cutely puckering her lips for each one. 

Then she opened her lips a little and sucked on each toe. 

She ran the palms of her hands up and down his legs as she did this, 
occasionally letting her long fingernails scrape across the insides of his 
thighs. 

After she had slowly sucked on each toe, and had rolled her tongue around 
it, she moved her body up so she could kiss the areas behind her knees. 

As she moved her breasts which were made much larger by the force of 
gravity, spilled down onto his ankles. 

Only one part of Steve's body moved. A bit of blood pumped down into his 
semi-hard cock and it moved up his thigh on it s way to pointing back up at 
his face. 

Steve could tell that he was losing the concentration. He had to think about 
something else 

He tried thinking of hockey. Yes, hockey. Sticks. Gloves' Puck. Wanna puck? 

He couldn't think of hockey. He had to think of something else. 

Baseball. No, that wouldn't do. He couldn't think of anything with a ball in 
it. 

He tried thinking about his mother but that made him get horny too. 

Sally had moved her lips up to his thighs after licking the backs of his 
knees until they were dripping from her saliva. 

She let her lips and tongue move slowly up the inside of his leg and almost 
brushed against the big sack that held his throbbing balls. 

The very tip of her tongue moved one of the short and curly hairs that grew 
from his balls, but she did not make actual contact with the hyper-sensitive 
gland. 

Her tits were pressed flat against him and he could feel her hard nipples 
slowly moving up and down his thigh. 

She moved her body up a little more so she could rub her throbbing pussy 
against his ankle. 

He could feel how wet and hot it was and his cock immediately popped to 
attention. 

He knew that it wouldn't be long before his hips would start to writhe. 

He was going to lose the battle of wills The experiment was a miserable 
failure. 

But, ah! It was a sweet failure, for just as Sally moved up to lick Steve's 
nipples he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly to him. 

Her tits were pressed flat against his hard stomach, and he ran his hands 
slowly and delicately over the small of her back. 

He moved his hand down further and ran it across the soft flesh of her round 
buttocks. 

Sally couldn't quite understand what was going on but she knew she didn't 
want it to stop. 

It was the first time that fear and pain were not involved in her sexual 
arousal. 

She was trying to figure out what it was about Steve that allowed him to get 
her so horny in such a loving way 

He squeezed the flesh on her buttocks and then worked his fingers into the 
crack. 

She was straddling his thigh and grinding down on it with her hot wet cooze 
lips. She was dripping the stuff that dreams are made of. 

He grabbed her more firmly and pulled her up further so they could kiss. 

He looked at her delicious mouth and he could feel his salivary glands 
pumping into overdrive. 

Her lips were as red as cherries and she was wearing absolutely no make-up. 

He remembered thinking about that when he was photographing her. 

He remembered admiring the fact that there wasn't a blemish on her entire 
body. 

Her skin was milky white and was very soft to the touch. 

She felt as if she had just been powdered with baby powder all the time. 

She hungrily pressed those full pouting lips against his and immediately 
their wet tongues fell together. 

They explored each other's mouths, Frenching like neither of them ever had 
before. 

Sally stroked his salivary gland at the base of his tongue and felt hot 
shoot of spit come out. 

Steve ran his tongue over her teeth up under her upper lip, stroking her 
gums. 

The ground their hips wildly together. After a long time they pulled their 
lips apart and just touched tongues for awhile. 

Then Sally pulled back her head, and her face broke into a big happy grin. 

"You know what, Steven?" she asked, her amused face looking so cute Steve 
could tell he was never going to look at the world in the same way again. 

He felt as if they should take part in some ritualistic love ceremony. 

Perhaps, he thought, they should cut open a pomegranate and spit the seeds 
at one another. 

"What's that," he said, unable to keep himself from smiling whenever he 
looked at her and realized what a lucky guy he was 

"You make really crummy sand!" she said, and they both laughed. 

"I didn't know how well the ocean waves could lick," he said and again they 
kissed passionately. 

"But I won't go back on my word. I will serve you in any way I can. I will 
be completely submissive to you. You can beat me, whip me, make me drink 
your piss. I don't care. You can do absolutely anything to me and I will 
only become a more faithful slave. 

"Beat you?" Steve said with a frown. "Why would I want to beat you?" 

"Because I like to be beaten " Sally said softly. 

"What?" Steve's head snapped up. "What are you talking about?" 

"Sally put the palm of her hand on his forehead and pushed his head back 
onto the pillow. "Shhhhhh, silly," she said, amused at his shock. What a 
naive boy he was she thought. 

"You can't understand why the thought of beating you doesn't appeal to me?" 

"You'll understand when you see me come," she said and exhaled hot air into 
his ear. 

She stuck her tongue in his ear and rolled it around a little bit. 

Steve shivered and felt the goose bumps form all over his body. 

He cock leaped into the air and did a little dance before settling back down 
on his stomach. 

His balls gave one intense throb and he let out a deep groan that came from 
deep inside his throat. 

"You are going to have to tell me what to do. I've never had a sex slave 
before." 

"It's easy. You just take out all of your aggressions on me. You think of 
all of the hassles at work, and all of your frustrations about not being 
able to support yourself as an artist and you cause me incredible pain." 

The idea was starting to appeal to Steve. If she was sincere about loving it 
then he was doing a service by torturing her. 

"Well, slave You can start by sucking me off," he said, immediately getting 
accustomed to his power over her. 

She moved quickly, not wanting to tempt his wrath with hesitation. 

She put her fingertips on both of his thighs and pushed them gently apart 
with a subtle gesture. 

"Master, it will be a pleasure to suck off your cock. I will milk you dry 
with the deepest portions of my throat. I will drink down your come as if it 
is the elixir of life itself!" 

"That's a good slave," Steve said and they both giggled a little. 

She kissed her way up his thigh until her cheek was almost touching his 
balls. 

Then she turned her head and stuck out her tongue as far as it would go. 

She placed the tip of her tongue on his balls and felt all of the muscles in 
his body go tense at the same time. 

She rolled the tip of her tongue around a little bit on one spot. 

Steve began to move his hips around in a slow circle. He writhes blissfully 
beneath her. 

Then she used the flat part of her tongue to lick all over the sack that 
held his balls. 

It felt full of come and Sally could tell it was going to take a lot of 
swallowing toingest his semen when she sucked that bag dry. 

She placed her fingertips on the base of his balls and lifted them up a 
little. 

She bobbed them up and down for a moment and then lowered her head to lick 
the patch of skin between his ass-hole and his balls. 

Steve couldn't help but let out a sharp groan when she did that 

She flicked her tongue quickly across the base of his balls. 

He was on fire and he wondered if he would lose consciousness during orgasm. 

She pulled her lips away and looked at his erect cock with wide eyes of 
anticipation. 

She used the fingernail on her forefinger on her right hand a traced a slow 
crooked line that started at the base of Steve's prick and ended at the 
little hole on the tip. 

She used the dilated veins that made his cock look gnarled and angry, and 
treated them like a road map, taking routes of high pleasure with her 
fingernail. 

Then she moved her head up and did the same thing with the very tip of her 
tongue. 

There was a thin line of spit up the underside of Steve's cock. 

She then wrapped her fingers gently around the shaft of his cock and lifted 
it up off of his stomach. : 

She pointed his prick toward twelve o'clock and began to lick it like an all 
day sucker with the flat part of her tongue. 

Steve's hips bucked upward and Sally felt proud that she was giving her sex 
master such a plethora of physical pleasure. 

Sally ran her tongue all around the ring of scar at the base of Steve's 
glans. 

She then opened her mouth as far as she could and took the whole head of his 
lance into her mouth. 

She made a sudden gulping sound which was followed immediately by his 
deepest, most frenzied groan of the hot sex session. 

"That's it, suck it slow and gentle at first," Steve said, his voice 
betraying the fact that he was near swoon. 

Sally was inspired by his positive reaction to everything she did, and she 
decided to violate her own throat with his awesome phallus. 

She still had her fingertips cupped under his balls and she was moving those 
fingers slowly and sensuously. 

She wanted to stimulate him as much as she could at the same time. 

She already was thinking of being his one and only sex slave for a very long 
time. 

She felt as if she were auditioning for a role in a great movie, and that if 
she got the part everything would be taken care of for a loi j time. 

If she proved herself to be worthy as his sex slave, she knew a lot of the 
hassles of being a single girl in a cruel world would be over for a while. 

Steve stuck his fingers into her hair on the back of her head. 

He ran his fingertips down the nape of her neck and gently stroked the downy 
little hairs that grew there. 

He applied a little pressure on the back of her neck as a gentle gesture 
toward deeper penetration. 

She slowly began to lower her head on his cock, keeping her lips wrapped 
tightly around the rod, as she worked her way downward. 

She kept her tongue in constant motion, flicking and licking with it, as the 
head of his cock worked its way slowly into the deepest portions of her hot 
throat. 

"Take all of my cock into you," Steve said, now having a great deal of 
trouble breathing. He was panting like a wild animal. "Suck the whole thing 
up inside of you.' Sally got his balls in the palm of her hand and squeezed 
them. 

She could feel the come churning around in that sack, and she knew it was on 
its way to the base of his cock. 

Soon her lips were wrapped around the very base of his penis and his entire 
shaft was inside her. ' 

She had the muscles in her throat completely relaxed so that she could do 
this without any discomfort whatsoever. 

"That's it, my little sex slave," Steve said in a voice that was half 
whisper and half whimper. "Now move up and down on it. Make it like I am 
fucking you in your mouth. Do it slowly at first and then steadily increase 
the speed." 

Sally liked the fact that he was willing to explain to her exactly how he 
wanted to receive his pleasure. 

She thought that verbal communication in bed was a good thing, and that many 
relationships didn't work out in the world because no such verbal 
communication existed. 

Sally felt that a man should be willing to tell his lover exactly what he 
wants her to do, and the lover, of course, should do everything in her power 
to appease him. 

She knew that she was born for one reason and one reason only. 

And that was to worship the man's cock. She would gladly, ecstatically, 
allow him to violate any of her holes. 

His every whim would be her command. She would make him feel like a king. 

And all he had to do in return was give her the punishments she so badly 
needed to keep her gnawing guilt feelings under control. 

Sally slowly moved her lips up the shaft of his prick until once again only 
the swollen purple glans remained inside her mouth. 

It was imbedded in the soft flesh of her inner cheek and she was using her 
tongue slowly and wetly, to stimulate . the very tip where she knew he was 
most sensitive 

All of this felt so good that Steve had no choice but let out a frenzied 
moan of absolute pleasure with each panting exhale. 

He began to move his hips slowly from side to side and up and down to aid in 
the deep penetration of her hot throat. 

Slowly but surely Sally increased the pace with which she thrust her head 
downward on his rigid pole. 

Steve would thrust upward with his hips at the same moment Sally would drive 
downward with her head. 

Steve remembered how much she yearned to be submissive to him. 

He thought about the psychology involved in needing pain to feel pleasure. . 

And though he did not understand her motives for such feelings he accepted 
them more than willfully. 

He figured if she needed pain to get off, he would be cruel not to hurt her 

He increased the pressure of his fingertips on the nape of her neck. 

Soon he was digging his fingers into the long thin muscles in her neck so 
hard that he knew he was causing her great pain. 

He began to push down on her neck each time he thrust upward with his hips 
so his cock would drive into her throat as hard and fast as possible. 

He could feel the hot semen in his balls settling at the base of his cock. 

He knew his moment of ecstasy was rapidly approaching so he once again 
picked up the pace of the frenzied blow job. 

He was now thrusting his cock into her throat with complete reckless 
abandon. 

Sally could feel the pain in her neck from the way he was gripping her and 
she felt a warm glow in her heart as she felt it. 

She could tell that he understood what it was to be a sex master. 

She knew that he would have the conscience to cause her great agony whenever 
she desired it. 

They would play pain games, rituals of torture, that would leave her battled 
and bruised, and begging for more. 

Then all of the muscles in Steve's body went very tense at the same time and 
Sally prepared herself to swallow his load of hot come. 

Staeve lifted his hips up off the bed and and pressed the bottoms of his 
feet hard against the bed. 

He arched his back sharply and his face became red and contorted with the 
pleasure he was feeling. 

Then his mouth fell open and he let out an animalistic cry. Sally prepared 
to swallow. 

At that moment the first great spurt of hot silver seed shot from the tip of 
Steve's raging phallus. 

It filled and bathed Sally's throat and she immediately began to swallow the 
stuff as fast as she could. 

Steve rammed his cock all the way into Sally's throat and held her head in 
place with both of his hands 

He could feel his whole body tingle gloriously as his body became emerged in 
the process of ejaculation. 

He could feel his nerves tingling all the way from his scalp to his toes at 
that magic moment. 

"I'm COMING!" he cried aloud, and Sally worked as hard as she could to drink 
down his massive quantity if come as it shot wildly from his prick. 

Finally, the spurts of come subsided and Steve lightened up his grip on the 
soft nape of the girl's neck. 

Sally slowly raised her head up off of his cock, still keeping her lips 
firmly wrapped around the convulsing shaft. 

As all of the muscles in Steve's body relaxed at the same time, Sally pulled 
her mouth off of his cock entirely. 

She looked at him with an expression of true submission on her face. 

Steve wanted to let her know how much he wanted her to always be with him. 

But he was afraid that too much kindness would turn her off completely. 

He knew he would have to live up to his role as master if he expected to 
hold on to her for any length of time. 

Sally licked the excess come off of his cock so he was as clean as a whistle 

The only moisture remaining on his slackening prick was Sally's sweet 
saliva. 

"Did you like that master?" Sally asked sweetly, her blue eyes dancing like 
a pack of African natives performing a fertility ritual. 

"It was just fine, slave, but as soon as my cock gets hard I will demand 
that you allow me to fuck you." 

' I would consider it art honor to be violated by your tremendous penis in 
any way you desire." 

'But, since you have been such a good little slave. You deserve a reward. 
You see, I am a benevolent master, and I believe in rewarding as well as 
punishing." 

Sally's eyes lit up at the possibilities that existed for her reward 

"How will you reward me for the pleasure I have given you?" Sally asked, 
gently stroking the insides of the man's thighs 

"I will go down on you and I will eat your little pussy until you have many 
orgasms. Do you think you would like that?" 

"Yes, master. I have always enjoyed being treated in that way. Are you sure 
I am worthy of that kind of treatment. After all, you will receive no direct 
stimulation as you eat my pussy." 

"Wanna bet?" Steve said, and he grabbed her hard by the shoulders and turned 
her over on her back 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Sally was a little confused at the way her master was treating her. 

It hadn't occurred to her that a sex master could be benevolent. 

She had never expected to be treated so nicely, but she could tell that his 
good mood was fragile. 

One little error and she would have to deal with his wrath. 

She lay on her back looking at his calm handsome face as it kissed 
delicately at her round breasts. 

She could feel her nerves becoming in tune with the gentle pleasure, just as 
they had so often gotten in tune with awful pain in the past. 

She lay still and calm and watched curiously as he expertly gave her great 
physical vibrations of sex joy. 

He placed one hand lightly on her left breast as his mouth eagerly worked on 
her left breast. 

He got her erect nipple in his mouth and sucked it up into his mouth. 

He rolled his tongue over it wet and thick, and moved his lips sensuously to 
give her added pleasure. 

He got the little nipple between his upper and lower teeth and bit down on 
it rather sharply. 

Sally let out a sound that accurately described the combination of pleasure 
and pain she was experiencing. 

Steve pulled on that nipple with his teeth until it was grossly extended. 

Then he let the thing snap back into place where it throbbed, begging for 
more abuse from him. 

He repeated the process with the other nipple and once again Sally let out a 
little cry that made the blood start to pump back into Steve's cock. 

Sally parted her thighs a little and couldn't help but move her hips in a 
slow circular motion. 

Steve placed the palm of his hand flat on Sally's lower abdomen. 

He kept it still, feeling the warmth of her flesh just below her navel. 

She could feel vibrations of love coming from that hand, even though he was 
not moving it at all. 

He moved his whole body on the bed so that he was lying on his stomach with 
his head between her parted thighs. 

He ran his fingertips downward from the little spot below her navel until he 
was touching the tiny patch of golden pubic hair that grew just above her 
slit. 

He worked his fingers into those blonde locks and twirled them around like 
he was gathering spaghetti on a fork. 

He gently kissed the insides of her thighs and was amazed at how hot and 
smooth they were. 

Her inner thighs were moist near the top from pussy juices that had spilled 
out of her cunt on to them. 

Sally could feel great tension in her crotch. She had high anticipation of 
the moment when his tongue would touch the soft fold of flesh within her 
quim lips 

He delicately placed his fingertips on either side of her cunt. 

He rested his fingertips on her outer labia and slowly pulled those thick 
wet lips apart. 

He puckered his lips and blew warm air softly inside her throbbing vagina. 

This made little Sally throw back her head and shiver with passion. 

She could feel fresh goose bumps forming all over her body. 

Steve inhaled deeply through his nose so he could better pick up the scent 
of her glorious womanhood. 

He found her odor intoxicating and he knew that he would not be able to wait 
very long before he tasted her vaginal fluids 

He stuck his tongue out a little bit, keeping it soft, and ran the very tip 
up and down the parted outer lips of her boiling honey pot. 

Sally could tell that the folds of cunt flesh down between her legs were as 
completely engorged with blood as they could get. 

She was very wet and her clit was throbbing maddeningly. 

He continued to lick her outer lips until they were shiny from his spit. 

He loved the taste of her cunt and he felt as if he were dining at the 
world's most exclusive restaurant as he went down on her. 

He was glad that she seemed to be enjoying the pleasure he was giving her. 

He had been afraid that she would become frigid and responsive when she 
realized that he wasn't prepared to give her the agony she yearned for. 

Not yet. He would think of a suitable torture, and when he did he would give 
it to her like she had never had it before. 

He knew now that he would be able to hurt her just as much as she wanted 
without a trace of guilt. 

It was no longer a matter worth thinking about for Steve. He was ready. If 
she could take it, he could dish it out. 

Sally opened her thighs as far apart as she could so that her cunt lips 
would part naturally without the help of Steve's fingers. 

She raised her knees up in the air, putting the balls at the bottoms of her 
feet onto the bed. 

Her little toes were curled under and she could feel the muscles in her body 
steadily become tenser as the pleasure she was experiencing grew. 

Steve stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and made it sharp at the 
tip. 

Then he plunged it deep into her cunt, working it as far up into her love 
tunnel as he could get it. 

His nose was pressed against her clit and he moved his whole face back and 
forth so the entire length of her vagina would be stimulated at the same 
time 

His cock was now fully erect again and it was pressed against the bed, 
pinned against his flat stomach. 

He worked his tongue in and out of little Sally's cunt and her eyes closed, 
and a half smile crossed her full pouting lips. 

He then pulled his tongue out of her hole and when he did so Sally found 
herself experiencing intense vaginal ache. 

There was a feeling in her deep cunt of vacuum, void. A space that needed 
desperately to be filled. 

He ran his tongue up and down the inner lips of her twat, working ever 
closer to her clit without actually touching it 

Sally couldn't help but make little gurgling noises in the back of her 
throat at that point 

It seemed like she had been intensely horny ever since she had first taken 
off her clothes so he could photograph her. 

He remembered the way his fingers had touched her breasts as he was posing 
her and tiow much she desired him at that time. 

She realized what a lucky little girl she was to find a man who could be 
both cruel and kind to her at the same time. 

There was no doubt about it. Steve was a very special guy, and Sally was 
already thinking about quitting school and moving into this combination 
bedroom and photography studio. 

She thought about the hours she could spend posing nude for him. 

She would do anything She would allow him to take close-ups of her split 
beaver. 

Her dignity was not involved in the relationship. She would allow him to 
photograph her in any humiliating and embarrassing position. 

Steve ran his tongue all around her clit, tugging at the swollen hot wet 
pink folds of flesh that surrounded it 

He gently touched the flesh sheath that usually covered her clitoris when it 
was not erect. 

Her whole body shuddered, and even though she didn't want to, she found 
herself raising her hips up off the bed so she could press her wet quim more 
firmly against his busy mouth. 

Steve had to wrap his arms around her upper thighs to keep his tongue close 
to the magic spot. 

He was used to licking at a moving target, since it is impossible to expect 
a woman to remain still when such pleasure is being experienced. 

He thought about how she made lousy sand also, but that was his fantasy, not 
hers. 

He knew that the visible part of the clit was just the tip of the iceberg. 

Below that clit were roots of womanhood, that were just as complex, and 
sexually active as a man's penis. 

Sally could tell that it wouldn't take her very long to come once he strted 
to give her swollen love button direct stimulation. 

Steve moved his tongue up to her clit and gently flicked the tip of it 
across her little man in the boat. 

He gripped her thigh more firmly as her hips began to buck wildly. 

Her cries of joy could clearly be heard throughout the apartment. 

In his own room, Steve's roommate, MacIntyre, arched an eyebrow at the moans 
and groans he had been hearing. 

He wondered if his roomie was into sharing, since he kind of liked the idea 
of boffing the little blonde too. 

He began to steadily increase the pressure of his tongue on her clit and he 
could tell by the tenseness of her muscles that she was very close to her 
climax. 

Sally could feel the pressure in her loins growing to the point where the 
explosion was inevitable. 

She felt as if their was a water balloon in her lower belly that was going 
to burst at any second from being filled too full 

Just as Sally began her final scream of ecstasy, Steve pucked his lips and 
wrapped them tightly around both her clitoris and the surrounding folds of 
flesh. 

He sucked these up into his mouth and kept his tongue working hard at the 
same time 

Sally's face turned as red as a beet and she felt the orgasm overtake her. 

The muscles in her neck were strained and protruding at that point. 

There was a single vein in her temple which stuck out and showed the awesome 
power of the sensations she was surrendering to. 

And she came gloriously. All of the cliches became true for the little girl. 

The earth really did move and their were spectacular fireworks just like 
those she had seen on The Fourth of July. 

The orgasm lasted for a long time and Steve continued working on her clit 
until he was sure that her climax was over. 

But he did not pull his face out of her cunt yet He knew that she had the 
capability to come many times in a short period, and he wanted to give her 
all of the pleasure that she was capable of having. 

He continued to work hard on her tiny erection until she came three more 
times. 

After the fourth orgasm she let out a groan that begged him to stop. 

Her long hair was wet from sweat and sticking to her smooth cheeks 

She had tossed her head from side to side so much during her ecstasy that 
that hair was all over the place, a single lock sticking to her lower lip. 

She puffed the hair away and looked at Steve to tell him how much in awe of 
his power she was. 

"Are you ready to fuck, now?" Steve asked sweetly. His lower face was wet 
and shiny from the cunt juices that had spilled out onto it. 

The ache deep in Sally's cunt was more intense than ever. She needed his 
cock inside of her right away. 

But she was too respectful of him because he was a man and her sex master, 
to admit that her own pleasure was important to her. 

"If you could like to fuck me, it would be an honor to accept your cock," 
she said. 

Steve loved the way she spoke to him. There was an innocence in her voice 
that made his balls ache. 

Yet there was a formalness to her speech which he recognized as the 
appropriate way for a slave to address her master. 

Steve moved quickly, yearning to fill her cunt just as much as it yearned to 
be filled 

He moved up her body and pressed his weight fully down on her body. 

She wrapped her slim, milky white arms around him and gently scratched at 
the firm muscles on his back with her long fingernails. 

His cock was hard and throbbing, and was pressed against the inside of her 
thigh. 

He lowered his lips over hers and gave her a firm passionate kiss. 

They rolled their tongues together and Sally could taste her own cunt juices 
on her master's tongue. 

They ground their hips together and Sally could feel his hard cock pulsating 
against the aching flesh of her lower torso. 

Steve lifted his hips so he could achieve penetration quickly. 

He reached back and took the stalk of his prick in his own hand. Sally still 
had her thighs spread open as far as they would go. 

She wanted the entrance to her womb to be open and available to her master 

She had been lubricating so much she could tell that penetration would be no 
problem. 

Steve moved his cock so that it was pointing at the love tunnel between her 
very smooth thighs. 

Sally's knees were raised up in the air so that they were on either side of 
his slim muscular hips. 

Steve ran the very tip of his prick up and down the open slit. 

Sally moaned but was too respectful to beg him to enter her. 

Steve picked up the moisture from her cunt on the tip of his prick and felt 
his balls ache even worse as he got his cock wet. 

Then he moved downward a little so the glans on his lance was positioned 
between the inner lips of her quim. 

Sally began to gasp for air, as if she could not breath and be pentrated 
deeply at the same time. 

Steve began to lower his hips and he let go of his cock, returning his hand 
to the little girl's white shoulder. 

He could feel himself sinking into her soaking wet delta and he heard Sally 
let out a loud furious puff of air. 

His cock slid smoothly and entirely into her with the very first thrust of 
his hips. 

The vacuum that had been disturbing Sally was all of a sudden filled to the 
brim with her sex master's cock meat. 

He paused for a moment, staying totally still, with his throbbing phallus 
all the way inside her vagina, the tip piercing her womb. : Then he 
withdrew, raising his hips, until only the purple head of his pole remained 
inside. 

This time he thrust down harder and Sally could feel herself on the verge of 
a deep vaginal orgasm. 

By the third stroke Sally let out a scream of joy and Steve realized he had 
the beautiful little blonde wrapped around his pinky. 

He couldn't believe how tight her cunt was He had expected her to be a 
comfortable fit but he had not anticipated how much her cunt walls would 
have to stretch to accommodate his screaming rod. 

Even after all of the abuse that pussy had taken in the past it remained as 
tight as it was when she was a virgin. 

Steve could feel the inside of her cunt go through convulsions as she had 
the first of many orgasms she would experience during their first fuck 
together. 

Sally lifted her feet up off of the bed and raised her legs slowly up into 
the air. 

She pointed her toes as she did this and her movements had the grace of 
poetry. 

Soon she was pointing her toes straight up toward the ceiling making a vee 
with her shapely gams 

She then squeezed at Steve's hips with the insides of her thighs. 

She slowly wrapped her legs around him and crossed her ankles behind him. 

He steadily picked up the pace of his in and out fucking motion. 

With each thrust he became a little fiercer, more like the animal that Sally 
had turned him into. 

Steve could feel the muscle inside of her cunt tugging at his cock each time 
he withdrew from her. 

She felt like she had a thousand magic fingers inside her snatch that were 
there specifically to give him pleasure. 

She was so wet that he made a funny splashing noise as he thrust his cock in 
and out of her drooling quim. 

He used the entire length of his penis with each stroke, making her empty 
then full, empty then full. 

She thrust her hips upward each time he thrust his downward so each 
penetration would be as deep as possible. 

She began to have orgasm after orgasm, and each climax seemed a little 
different from the one that had preceded it. 

Steve had gotten sucked off only a few minutes before so he could tell that 
he would be able to stay hard for a long time before he shot his second load 
into her pulsing receptacle. 

They were both making groaning noises in the back of their throats, 
seemingly in unison. 

They sang a sensuous duet dedicated to the mutual joy they were discovering. 

Their bodies were covered with a thin film of sweat. That combined with the 
scent of Sally's cunt juices made the entire bedroom reek of passion. 

The fuck became so frenzied and Steve's thrusts so vicious, that for a 
moment he was worried that he was going to break the bed. 

But, after many minutes of intense thrusting, Steve could feel a fresh load 
of come swirling about in the sack that held his balls 

He could tell he was on his way to his own orgasm at that point. 

He gave it everything he had for the last few strokes and pulled Sally off 
one more time before he thrust his cock all the way into her cunt and left 
it there. 

Then he arched his back and threw back his head. His eyes closed very 
tightly and his mouth fell gaping open. 

He let out a howl and the come spat from the end of his prick into Sally's 
womb. 

Sally uncrossed her ankles and slowly returned her feet to the bed on wither 
side of him. 

They lay still for a long time with his cock still inside her. 

They tried to catch their collective breaths and they peered romantically 
into each other's eyes. 

But Steve's mind tended to wander and he was already thinking of methods he 
could use to give her the kind of agony she needed. 

The straight sex was a lot of fun but Steve knew that Sally was a true 
masochist and would soon become bored unless she got her fair share of 
abuse. 

Sally stroked Steve's slick back with the tips of her fingernails and he 
gently kissed the side of her neck, and the sweet smelling spot behind her 
soft earlobe. 

When both of them were breathing normally, Steve pulled his flaccid prick 
from her appeased cunt and rolled off of her onto his side. 

"That was your reward, slave," he said firmly but not angrily. "Now is time 
for you punishment. Iwant you to stay here while I go out and get a few 
things I will be back as quickly as I can." : 

"Please hurry back," Sally said. "Please don't be long." 

"I assure you that it will be well worth the wait," Steve said and threw his 
legs over the side of the bed. 

"I'm sure you will make my punishment very worthwhile," Sally said, and 
turned the corner of her mouth up into a sexy half smile "I don't want you 
fooling around with my roommate while I'm gone either. He's one of those 
guys that believes that all is fair in love and war. He wouldn't have any 
qualms about coming in here the second he knew I was gone." 

"I'll lock the door behind you," Sally said as Steve quickly put on his 
clothes and made his way out into the streets of Bayside in search of 
implements of torture. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Steve hopped in his car and made his way to a jewelers in Bayside that he 
knew stayed open during the evening. 

When he went into the store he told the girl behind the counter that he was 
interested in piercing his girlfriend's ears and he asked how to go about 
it. 

"It's always best if you have a professional do that sort of thing for you," 
the girl said impatiently, examining her fingernails 

The girl was a little on the overweight side and she had a pudgyness about 
her that made 

Steve think she was filled with water rather than blood. 

She was the sort of person that seemed to have a great ego for no particular 
reason. "But I don't want a professional to do it," he said just as 
impatiently. "I want to do it myself." 

"If you insist," the girl said, and patted her spoiled mouth as if to stifle 
a yawn. 

"Do you have the equipment here I would need?" Steve asked, using a tone of 
voice that let the bitch know he wasn't about to take any shit from her. 

"Yeah, all you really need is piercing needles and earrings. Just keep the 
earlobe soaked in alcohol while you do it to minimize the chance of 
infection." 

Steve had a great urge to tell the pig that it wasn't the earlobes at all he 
intended on piercing, but he kept his mouth shut for fear that she was the 
sort who was quick to call the cops. 

Steve bought a gold piercing needle and three gold rings. The girl looked at 
him curiously when he asked for three He needed a spare, he explained weakly 
and quickly made his way out of the store. 

From there he went to a drug store where he bought a big pink rubber enema 
bag. 

The guy who worked in the drug store did not ask why he wanted it and Steve 
did not volunteer the information. 

Ready to punish his newly found slave, Steve made his way back to the 
apartment, fully expecting to find his roommate scratching at his bedroom 
door. 

But MacIntyre was still reading, with the stereo playing softly. 

"Looks like you got a hot one in there " MacIntyre said with an evil grin. 

If their positions had been switched MacIntyre would hive had no trouble 
adjusting to the role of sex master. 

Cruelty was in his nature and he kind of liked hurting little girls who were 
powerless to defend themselves. 

He liked to fist fuck girls after slipping them a Quaalude. That was just 
the sort of guy he was. 

But he was respectful of his roommates conquest, and though he was envious, 
he made no move to steal the blonde nymphette away. 

He figured that if Steve wanted to share her, he would let him know. 

MacIntyre knew that a chick like that just couldn't get enough cock, and 
sooner or later Steve was going to run out of jam. 

Then MacIntyre would get his turn, and he would get his chance to plow the 
cunt. 

Steve kept his conversation with his roomie to a minimum and quickly made 
his way into the bedroom so he could get to work. 

Sally's eyes lit up as she heard the gentle knock on the door. 

He identified himself so that she would know he wasn't MacIntyre and she 
unlocked the door and let him in 

"Get back on the bed," Steve ordered sternly and Sally immediately moved 
into the desired position. 

She had no idea what he had in mind for her and she was very anxious to see 
what her master had in the brown paper bags he was carrying. 

Steve calmly sat on the edge of the bed and opened the bag with the needles 
and the rings in it. 

He laid the needles and the rings out neatly on the bedspread. 

"If you are going to be my slave you must wear these rings to prove you are 
worthy of me," Steve explained. 

Sally looked at the needles and the rings and began to understand what he 
had in mind for her. 

"You will wear one ring in each of your nipples and one in your right outer 
cunt lips. Do you understand?" 

A flash of terror crossed through Sally's eyes, but was soon replaced by a 
look of reaffirmed adoration. 

Steve got up and went to his closet where he pulled out a half full plastic 
bottle of rubbing alcohol and a box full of cotton balls. 

"I am not going to do this quickly. I am going to do it slowly and 
deliberately so you will be able to feel and appreciate every pain. I want 
you to remember this as a very special moment in your life. This will cement 
our relationship as master and slave." 

"Yes, master. I will savor these moments of agony more than I have ever 
savored anything before. I will feel proud to wear the rings in my nipples 
and cunt. I will always think of how much I worship you when I look down at 
myself and see them there." 

"You have a great attitude, Sally," Steve said. "Now try and relax. I am 
going to do your nipples first." 

Sally tried as hard as she could to relax but it was very difficult 
considering she was waiting for him to thrust needles into her sensitive 
breasts. 

No matter how hard she tried to calm herself she found that she was still 
clutching the sides of the bed so hard that her knuckles were white. 

She took short rapid breaths, as if she wanted to get the air in and out of 
her lungs as quickly as possible. 

Steve pulled a cotton ball, out of the box and examined it closely. 

He set the cotton ball on the bedspread and picked up the plastic bottle of 
rubbing alcohol. 

He unscrewed the cap and held the cotton ball to the open mouth of the 
bottle as he tipped it. 

He felt the coolness on his fingertips that told him the cotton ball was 
saturated with alcohol. 

He then screwed the cap back on and moved the wet cotton toward Sally's left 
breast. 

The combination of fear and sexual arousal that Sally was feeling made her 
nipple hard and erect. 

This pleased Steve because he knew that that would make the nipple easier to 
pierce. 

He rubbed the alcohol all over the nipple so that there was no way a germ 
could live on it any longer. 

Sally shivered once the alcohol was applied. She couldn't believe how cold 
it felt on her sensitive part. 

She looked down at her nipple and realized she was looking at it for the 
last time when it did not have a hole in it. 

She was very tense and her difficulty in breathing was even worse than it 
had been before. 

But the thought of the pain she was about to experience made her cunt start 
to throb wildly. 

She really loved her new master. He used imagination when he caused her 
pain. 

He turned her punishment into a sacred ritual, and she would always adore 
him for that. 

Steve picked up the first golden needle and ran the sharp tip all over the 
little girl's left tit. 

He ran it on her smooth flesh just hard enough so that she would be able to 
tell how sharp it was, without actually breaking the skin at any point. 

He got her erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out 
until it was grossly extended. 

The red rosy flesh there was stretched tight by the way he pulled it. 

Sally watched everything very closely and she bit her bottom lip hard as she 
saw him approach her stretched nipple with the sharp tip of the needle. 

She tried to talk herself into not screaming, but all of that was forgotten 
the second he sunk the needle tip into her nipple. 

Her mouth fell open and she let out a scream that curdled MacIntyre's blood 
on the other side of the apartment. 

He couldn't tell what his roomie was doing to the little tramp, but he 
thought it sounded like a whole lot of fun. 

He hadn't heard a girl scream in pain like that for a long time, and the 
sound rekindled memories of his own sadistic exploits. 

Just as Steve had promised he would, he pierced that nipple very slowly. 

He really did want Sally's pain to be as long and excruciating as possible. 

Big tears welled up in her eyes as she watched the sharp needle sink slowly 
into her hypersensitive nipple flesh. 

Her eyes overflowed, and the big warm tears spilled out and rolled slowly 
down her smooth cheeks. 

Her tears got in her mouth and they tasted salty and warm. 

Steve slowly pushed the needle in until the tip popped out the other side. 

Pure horror filled little Sally's face. She had never known that anything 
could hurt so badly. 

Yet with the agony came the sweet pleasure. She could feel her clit becoming 
erect and popping out of its swollen flesh sheath. 

Steve continued to push on the needle until it was all the way through. 

There wasn't as much blood as he thought there would be, just a couple of 
drops at the entry and exit wounds. 

He moved the needle back and forth, causing the little girl further pain. 

Her face contorted and she began to sob with despair. Steve didn't like the 
idea of her agony as much as he thought he would, but then he noticed that 
her hips were moving in a slow circular motion. 

He had no idea why the girl needed this kind of treatment. He couldn't 
understand why her guilt had driven her to such extreme sexual deviance. 

But he could tell that she wasn't faking it, he knew her need was real. 

After he was sure that a hole in her nipple had been established he pulled 
the needle out and picked up one of the gold rings. 

He inserted the ring in the hole he had just made and then wiped off the 
blood with a fresh alcohol soaked cotton ball. 

The new alcohol stung Sally horribly as it seeped into her recently opened 
wound. 

But she did not scream loud like she did before. She made desperate 
whimpering noises, with small moans at the end. 

Sally looked at the gold ring which was now decorating her nipple. 

She couldn't help but feel proud because she realized that it was a symbol 
of her status as Steve's sex slave. 

Steve then put alcohol on the other nipple and began to repeat the process. 

Once, again he stretched her nipple upward before he began to press the 
needle through it, until it poked out the other side. 

He did it just as slowly and Sally bit her bottom lips so hard that it 
became swollen and started to bleed. 

Soon she was wearing golden rings in either of her nipples and she looked 
down at them. 

She could see that her pierced nipples were starting to turn black and blue 
from the abuse they had received. 

Steve bathed both nipples once again in alcohol and then gave a little 
thought to how he was going to go about piercing her cunt lip. 

He moved his paraphernalia to the foot of the bed so he could take a look at 
her cunt. 

He could tell that there was going to be a good deal more blood from her 
cunt lips than there had been from either of her nipples. 

Those lips were fully engorged and a little on the slippery side. 

He would have to be careful not to open a gash that would bleed to much. 

He got a white towel and told her to lift up her hips. 

He put the towel under her ass, and under her cunt, to catch any blood that 
might come spilling out. 

He we i a cotton ball and ran it up and down the cunt lip he had chosen. 

The alcohol on her mucous membrane stung horribly and little Sally couldn't 
help but jerk her hips upward and writhe in agony. 

"Shhhh, little darling," Steve said. "Just relax and enjoy the pain." 

"I'm trying master, but this is a new kind of pain for me, and I don't know 
what to expect." 

"I understand, my pretty little slave, but it will be better for you if you 
can relax." 

"I will try as hard as I can, master. I only want to please you." 

Steve grabbed her cunt lip between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it 
out away from her cunt. 

He rubbed the sharp needle up and down the sensitive folds of cunt flesh. 

He was just being a tease by doing this, procrastinating the inevitable. 

He wanted Sally's fear and tension to be at an absolute peak before he drove 
the sharp needle into her cunt flesh. 

He placed the tip of the needle on the desired spot and began to press it 
in. 

Her flesh was soft and the needle sunk into it like a hot knife into butter. 

Once again Sally let out a scream that had the neighbors contemplating 
calling the cops. 

But even at the end of this scream there was a moan to let Steve know that 
she was getting off on the agony just as much as she said she would. 

Steve was careful to make the hole very close to the edge of the lip so that 
the ring would fit after it was made. 

He got the biggest rings he could but he did not want to make an error and 
have to make two holes. 

Blood spurted out, red and hot, from the hole in her cunt lip. 

The sight slightly sickened Steve but he forged on and soon the needle was 
all the way through the lip, sticking out the other side. 

He worked the needle back and forth to make sure the hole had been 
established. 

He then removed the needle and attached the final ring into her. 

He used plenty of alcohol to soak up the blood that had been spilled. 

Sally felt exhausted. She had never felt such concentrated pain in such a 
short period of time before. 

It was truly a new high point for agony and she couldn't help but loving 
Steve for giving it to her. 

Once she was mopped up and the bloody towel was thrown into the dirty 
laundry hamper Steve opened up the other paper bag and pulled out the enema 
bag. 

Sally looked at it through tear-filled eyes and had trouble for a moment 
figuring out what it was. 

At first she thought it was a hot water bottle, but she couldn't figure out 
what the long hose was for. 

Then she remembered vaguely hearing about enemas, and how they helped 
constipated people take a shit. 

She wondered what possible purpose it could have when it came-to her 
punishment. 

"The next part of your punishment is called toilet training," Steve said 
calmly. "I want you to get off the bed and put on this bathrobe. We will go 
together into the bathroom for the next part of your slave training." 

Sally swung her legs over the side of the bed and put her feet on the floor. 

As she moved she could tell how sore her tits and her cunt were. 

They throbbed in a painful way that she wouldn't have thought was possible. 

She bowed her head before her master and walked with slumped shoulders over 
to him. 

She felt as if a little bit of herself had been stripped away by the pain 
she had just felt. 

Her mind was no longer thinking clearly. 

She had forgotten that she went to school. She assumed she would always be 
there in the apartment with Steve. 

He slipped the dark blue bathrobe over her shoulders and helped her get it 
on. 

He tied the cloth belt around her waist for her. He didn't want his roomie 
to get any cheap thrills by sneaking a peek at her naked. 

Steve took Sally by the hand and led her into the bathroom. 

He shut and locked the door behind them, then removed the bathrobe and hung 
it on one of the hooks on the back of the door. 

"I want you to step into the bathtub and face the end with the shower nozzle 
on it," Steve said sternly yet gently. 

He knew there was no point in behaving as if he were angry with her. 

It would never have occurred to her to disobey him no matter how gentle he 
was. 

He pulled back the shower curtain and Sally painfully stepped into the tub, 
facing the direction she had been told to. 

She stood perfectly still, with her thin milky white arms dangling loose at 
her sides. 

"Now I want you to put your arms out in front of you, and press your palms 
against the tiles," Steve said. He had a vision of how an enema was supposed 
to be given and he was going by it. 

Sally placed the palms of her hands on the wall in front of her. 

She leaned forward and pressed her fingers hard into the tiled wall. 

"Okay, now stand with your feet apart as far as they can go," Steve said, 
looking at the little girl as she quickly moved to obey him. 

He still couldn't believe how sweet she looked. He had never imagined that 
there was anything that cute in the world. 

He couldn't believe how quickly she had changed his life, just by walking 
into the camera store. 

He had turned into a full-blown sadist, and he was a little uncomfortable by 
how comfortable he felt in his new role. 

Sally pressed her feet up against the sides of the tub, wiggling her cute 
chubby little toes as she did so. 

"Bend at the waist. I want you to stick your ass up in the air as far as you 
can," he said, and there was even a bit of a cruel smile on his face at this 
time. 

He was starting to really enjoy the idea of giving the little girl pain. 

He didn't know what secret part of him had been unearthed when he found a 
masochist begging for pain. 

He set the empty enema bag in the sink and placed his hands gently on her 
smooth buttocks. 

He pulled her ass cheeks apart and worked a single finger into the crack. 

He ran his finger up and down until he found the tight little hole that was 
to be his target. 

He used his fingertip to play with the mouth of that tight orifice and Sally 
let out a little moan that let Steve know how good it felt. 

"Have you ever had an enema before?" Steve asked, his voice no louder than a 
whisper. 

"No master. I have to admit, I don't have any idea what is going on," she 
said, her confusion evident in her strained voice. 

The position she was in made the blood flow to her nipples and that made 
them throb all the more. 

Steve began to explain to her about enemas as he slowly inserted his finger 
up her ass-hole. 

He worked his finger deep up into her bowels as he spoke to her. 

"You see I am going to fill this rubber bag completely full to the brim with 
warm water. Then I am going to insert the nozzle into your ass-hole. By 
elevating the bag, the water will start to flow into your bowels. Your first 
instinct will be to shit the water right back out but I warn you not to do 
that. Your punishment will be a lot more severe if you let any of the water 
out before I give you the word. That is the trick to the game. You have to 
hold all of the water inside until I say it's okay to let it go. You will be 
so full, that you will feel like you are going to burst. You will wish you 
could die the pain in your bowels will be so great. But I assure you that 
the pleasure of release will make the pain of retention all worth while." 

Sally listened carefully to what her master was saying to her. 

She could tell that it was going to take all of her remaining strength to 
retain the full bag of enema water. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Steve's finger was up Sally's ass-hole all the way to the third knuckle by 
this point 

He began to wiggle it around slowly so he would give plenty of stimulus to 
the inside of her bowels. 

He pushed that finger from side to side so he would stretch the ring of 
muscle around her anus and force it to relax. 

He then pulled his finger out and turned to the sink to prepare the enema. 

He turned on the faucets to the sink and held his fingers under the taps 
until the temperature of the water was just right. 

Then he unscrewed the plastic cap at the top of the pink rubber enema bag 
and filled the thing until no more water could possibly fit inside. 

There was a little clamp that went on the hose to the enema to keep any of 
the water from spilling out before it was supposed to. 

Steve attached the full enema bag to the pole that held the shower curtain. 

He then let the clamped hose dangle free while he once again pulled apart 
Sally's smooth ass cheeks. 

Sally was trying to imagine what it was going to feel like to have warm 
water flow up her ass. 

She imagined that for a while it would be very nice and relaxing. 

It would be only when her bowels were full and the water kept flowing that 
she would feel the pain. 

But she could already tell, just by thinking about it, that it would be the 
kind of sweet pain she so desired. 

Already her tight little ass-hole was tingling in anticipation of being 
violated by the enema nozzle. 

Steve ran the enema nozzle up and down the crack of her ass, teasing her a 
little before actually penetrating her with it. 

Sally could feel a yearning deep up inside her ass, much like the yearning 
she felt when she knew she was going to get fucked in her nether eye. 

Then he jammed the enema nozzle into her hole as deeply as he could. 

There was nothing gentle about the way he thrust it in and Sally couldn't 
help but wince when she felt the cruel penetration. 

Steve took the clamp off of the hose and the water began to flow into her. 

Just as her sex master had told her, she felt like shitting the water back 
out immediately, vacating the rest of her bowels along with it. 

Steve was getting a hard-on inside his pants at the sight of his pretty 
blonde slave being toilet trained. 

Sally quickly figured out the muscles she needed to contract to hold the 
water inside her bowels. 

She knew that it would please her master very much if she succeeded in 
holding all of the water inside. 

She was determined to succeed, no matter how much pain she had to endure. 

Steve saw Sally's muscles go tight as the warm water hit the deepest darkest 
portions of her bowels. 

He watched in amusement as her ass cheeks squeezed together, gripping the 
nozzle and the hose as hard as she could. 

Sally's face became very flushed and beads of sweat popped up on her creased 
brow. 

Her face reflected the intense concentration she needed to keep from 
shitting. 

Sally could feel terrible cramps starting in her lower torso. 

She looked down and she could see her lower belly puffing out. 

She tried not to think about the pain that was starting to roar up her spine 
into her brain. 

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think the pain away. 

It was too intense, too real, to be passed over with stream of 
consciousness. 

She looked up at the enema bag like a boxer in trouble checking the clock to 
see how many seconds are left before the end of the round. 

But, to her dismay, the enema bag was only half empty, which meant that it 
was also half full. 

She began to get discouraged. She felt like she was going to be a failure. 

She clenched her back teeth together as hard as she could, until her jaw 
ached. 

She then shut her eyes as tight as she could, and the vein in her temple 
once again began to protrude. 

After what seemed like a hour of agony, the enema bag was empty, and Sally 
had managed to hold all of the water inside. 

She was hoping that the ordeal was almost over, but Steve had other plans. 

He was going to pull the nozzle out and then make her hold the water in a 
few more seconds, just to make the torture that much worse. 

Sally did not utter a sound for fear that it would make her break her 
concentration. 

She knew that any little whimper could cause her to have an accident and 
blow the whole thing. 

She had made it this far and she wasn't about to lose it now. 

She could tell that the tension she felt in her bowels was very similar to 
the tension she felt in her loins moments before orgasm. 

She wondered if the release, when it came, would be good as a climax. 

Steve had told her that the release would make all of the pain worthwhile 
and she had no reason not to believe him. 

Steve ripped off a hunk of toilet paper and rolled it up into a ball. 

The he viciously pulled the nozzle out of the little blonde girl's ass-hole. 

Sally thought that this meant the end was near and her heart was filled with 
hope. 

But it was a lot harder holding the water in without the nozzle being up her 
rectum. 

The nozzle had worked as kind of a cork, and it was a lot tougher keeping 
her ass-hole shut without it in there. 

Steve pressed the toilet paper against her ass-hole after prying open her 
tense ass cheeks. 

"Just a few more seconds, little slave," Steve said, his cock now fully 
erect inside his pants. 

But what was a couple of seconds to Steve seemed like hours to little Sally. 

Then came the moment that Sally had longed for. Then came the Word. 

"RELEASE!" Steve shouted as he pulled the ball of toilet paper away and got 
out of the way of the inevitable explosion. 

The first thing he heard was an incredible farting noise.. 

'Hien he saw the great gush of stained water come out of Sally's ass-hole. 

The relief was incredible and Sally believed that, even though it wasn't as 
good, the pressure being released all at the same time was comparable. 

The water shot all the way across the tub and splattered on the wall behind 
Sally. 

Her mouth fell open and her eyes remained :, but not nearly as tightly. 

She let out a loud moan and then looked down to see the brown water swimming 
around by her toes. 

After the initial spurt of water, it didn't travel as far, and the rest 
remained inside the tub. 

But it did splatter up over her round white buttocks, and the last few drops 
rolled warm and slow down the backs of her legs. 

She took the palms of her hands off of the tiled wall in front of her. 

She stood up straight and moved her feet a little closer together. 

She breathed a great sigh of relief and looked at her master for further 
instructions. 

"That was very good," Steve said. He had had no idea how much water she 
would be able to take since he had never given anyone an enema before. 

He figured it was pure luck that he got the amount perfect. 

He was glad that she had succeeded, because he had no idea what punishment 
he would have administered if she had failed. 

"Okay slave, look at this disgusting mess you have made. The whole bathroom 
stinks now because of you," he said sternly. "I want you to clean up after 
yourself this very instant!" 

"Of course master. It's the least I can do after you were so kind to punish 
me so thoroughly." 

She looked down at the rings that went through her nipples and she noticed 
that there was going to be quite a bit of discoloration on them. 

She closed the shower curtain and turned on the shower hot and steamy. 

She busily went about cleaning the enema water out of the tub. 

Steve stood with his arms folded across his chest. His balls were aching and 
his cock was hard. 

He couldn't wait for her to finish so he could fuck her again. 

"Let me know when you are done cleaning up, I want to take a shower with 
you," Steve said, with a hint of cheerfulness in his voice. 

"Okie-dokie," Sally sang back and hurried up the process of the cleaning up 
because the idea of taking a sensuous shower with her lover appealed to her 
a great deal. 

Steve busily took off all of his clothes and left them lying on the bathroom 
floor. 

His cock was sticking straight out in front of him, bobbing a little up and 
down. 

In a matter of seconds Sally pulled back the shower curtain and little and 
peeked out at the naked man. 

"You can come in now," she said, with a naughty expression on her face. 

Steve smiled in response and stepped into the shower with her. 

He slipped his long strong arms around her waist and pulled her close to 
him. 

His cock moved so that it was sticking straight upward and Sally rubbed her 
flat belly against it. 

Steve lowered his head and Sally got up on her toes so they could kiss. 

Their tongues met before their lips did and soon they were in the midst of 
passionate necking. 

Steve moved his fingers down to her buttocks and massaged the soft flesh. 

"I want to fuck you in the ass now," Steve said. "I have purged your bowels 
of all of their impurities and now I am going to fuck you in that hole." 

Sally's eyes lit up. She liked the idea of getting fucked in the ass very 
much. 

"Anything you say, master. In what position would you like to do it?" 

"Get on your hands and knees on the bottom of the tub and I will mount you 
from the rear," he said. 

Sally moved into position automatically. She felt good and fresh, even if 
she was a little sore from her exhausting punishment. 

The tingle in her ass-hole returned the second he mentioned fucking her 
there and the yearning deep in her bowels came back stronger than ever. 

The warm water had left her bowels completely relaxed and highly sensitive. 

She knew that he would have no trouble penetrating her there. 

She had done this before so she knew just the right angle to hold her ass. 

She knew just how much she would have to arch her back to get in the 
appropriate position. 

Steve got down on his knees behind her and ran the palms of his hands up and 
down the little bumps in her spine. 

He reached under and gave her breasts a squeeze. 

Then he heard her cry out in pain and he remembered the slightly sickening 
thing he had done to them only a few moments before. 

His fingertips found the gold rings and he played with them a little. 

He did not want to caress her there for too long because he knew how sore 
she would be and he had seen how her nipples had started to discolor. 

His cock was sticking straight up and resting against the crack between the 
cheeks of the little girl's ass. 

He placed one hand on either of her buttocks and pulled them apart. 

He drew back his hips at the same time so his cock would stick straight out 
instead of straight up. 

He ran the tip of his cock up and down the stretched tight skin between her 
buttocks until he found the little hole. 

He could feel the head of his cock pressing directly against her nether eye 
and he knew it was time to start pushing forward with his hips. 

Sally could feel the ring of muscle around her ass-hole begin to give way 
under the relentless pressure of his erect penis. 

She felt that hole open like magic and the head of his lance pop inside. 

"Oh yes, fuck my ass, master," she screamed. "Fuck my ass long and hard." 

"I will my sweet little sex slave. I will drive myself as deep as I can up 
into you." 

He pushed his way into her ass-hole slowly so she could feel and appreciate 
every fraction of an inch of his cock meat. 

Sally's jaw became tight as she felt his long thick rod work it's way deep 
into her bowels, seeking that magic spot deep inside. 

Soon he was all the way in her and the fronts of his thighs were pressed 
snug against her parted buttocks. 

He drew out slowly and then rammed it back in. 

Sally's lips puckered and she made frenzied kissing motions at the air. 

At just that point there was a hard knock at the bathroom door. 

"Open up in there, I gotta take a piss," they heard MacIntyre's voice say. 

There was a panic in his voice that told them that he wasn't kidding. 

He sounded like he had a very full bladder and he had been holding it for a 
long time. 

"Why don't you fucking go in the sink or something. We're busy," Steve 
yelled out. 

"The sink is full of dishes," MacIntyre said. "Come on. Give a guy a fucking 
break, will you?" 

Steve shrugged and pulled his hard frustrated cock out of Sally's tight 
yearning ass-hole. 

Steve got up to his feet and stepped out of the shower, dripping wet. 

He walked across the bathroom and opened the door to see his roommate 
hopping on one foot. 

MacIntyre took one look at Steve's hard-on and cracked up laughing. 

He looked at the tub and he could see that the little blonde was on her 
hands and knees. 

"The chick is really a sport, ain't she," MacIntyre said crudely and Steve 
shrugged, a little embarrassed by the whole thing. 

"Why don't you just take your piss and get out," Steve said, not trying to 
hide the fact that he was annoyed. 

"Come on, buddie. When you get a sport like that one on the line you should 
at least have the common decency to share her with a friend," MacIntyre said 
and whipped out his cock so he could piss in the John. 

"Okay. Just get out of here. We'll do something with her together after I'm 
done in here," Steve said. He knew he was going to end up sharing her. He 
could tell by the expression on MacIntyre's face when he first saw her. 

MacIntyre thanked his roomie kindly as he shook the last few drops of piss 
off of his cock and put it back in his pants. 

Steve immediately got back into the shower and knelt behind the girl. 

Sally had not moved a muscle. She was still in the exact same position. 

"Did you say you were going to share me with that other fellow?" Sally 
asked, with a note of sadness in her voice. 

"Yes I did," Steve said firmly. "You are my sex slave and you will do 
whatever I say. If I want you to ball my roomie, you will do it without 
complaint, do you understand?" 

"Uh huh," Sally said weakly and lowered her head. Steve rammed his cock up 
her ass as hard as he could and Sally immediately forgot about the business 
with MacIntyre. 

Steve reached around and, avoiding her sore cunt lip, diddled her clit as he 
plowed her from the rear. 

It took him a long time to come and he managed to diddle her to orgasm twice 
before he shoved his cock all the way into her bowels and felt the come 
spurt wildly out of his convulsing rod. 

With that done they both stood up and rinsed their private parts off with 
the steaming shower water. 

They stepped out of the shower and Steve carefully dried Sally off, being 
careful not to be too rough with the sections that had been hurt during her 
punishment. 

Then they both stepped naked out of the bathroom and went to the living room 
where MacIntyre was waiting patiently. 

"So what do you want to do with her?" Steve asked MacIntyre. 

"I don't want to be too greedy," the young writer said. "I guess it'll be 
okay if she just sucks me off." 

"Sally, give my roomie a blow job," Steve ordered. 

As Sally crossed the living room approaching MacIntyre, the writer noticed 
the rings in her nipples and in her cunt. 

"Holy shit," MacIntyre said. "Not only does she call you master but you 
fuckin' pierced everything piercable!" 

Steve smiled. He could tell that MacIntyre was admiring his power. 

"You must be some kind of guy," MacIntyre said looking at Steve as if he was 
very impressed. 

MacIntyre sat on the couch, slumped down, with his legs spread open. 

Sally knelt between his open knees and her fingers went to his belt. 

In a matter of seconds she had his tight jeans down around his ankles and 
his stiff cock was throbbing in front of her face. 

"Make it good, little cunt," MacIntyre said with a hiss. "Remember your 
master is watching. He wants you to always be good.' Sally felt humiliated 
and abused by what she was being forced to do. 

She had never felt so low in all of her life, and she was just getting to 
the point where she felt that her punishment was sufficient for her crime. 

She knew the more they abused her and the more they treated her like the 
scum of the earth, the better she would be able to deal with herself in her 
own mind. 

She kissed the insides of MacIntyre's thighs gently, working her way slowly 
up toward his balls. 

Then she used the tip of her tongue to lightly lick his balls. 

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and slid them up and down a few 
times. 

MacIntyre sat calmly and looked down at the girl with an expression of 
complete disdain. 

This was how MacIntyre thought women should be treated. They should be on 
their knees tending to a man. 

He wondered how Steve had managed to brainwash her so thoroughly. 

MacIntyre couldn't help but think Steve had slipped her some kind of drug. 

Sally licked the stalk of MacIntyre's cock and his face showed the first 
signs of pleasure. 

Sally flicked her tongue all around the throbbing purple head of his cock 
until it was wet with spit. 

Then she opened her mouth and gobbled down his cock, taking the entire 
length of it in her throat at the same time. 

MacIntyre put his hands palms down on the couch and lifted his hips up a 
little. 

The little girl was not only totally subservient but she had a very talented 
mouth. 

MacIntyre had gotten really worked up from hearing the little girl's screams 
of pleasure and pain. 

He could tell that she wouldn't have to suck him for very long before he 
would blow his wad. 

In a matter of minutes MacIntyre let out a howl and Sally swallowed down all 
of his come as it shot out of the end of his prick into her mouth. 

When he was done she licked him clean and turned over her shoulder to get 
further instructions from her master. 

She was not satisfied with being forced to blow MacIntyre. 

She had not been satisfied with having her nipples pierced. 

She had not been satisfied with having her cunt lips pierced. 

She had not been satisfied with the incredibly painful enema. 

There still had not been enough pain and humiliation to suit her. 

She wanted more. 

EPILOGUE 

Sally totally forgot about going back to school, and it never occurred to 
her once that her own roomie was very worried about her. 

She spent the night sleeping with her cheek against Steve's chest. 

He had his arm wrapped around her shoulder and his other hand was resting 
peacefully between her legs. 

When they woke up in the morning Sally was surprised to find that much of 
the sore mess in her nipples and her cunt had disappeared. 

She felt fresh and good and ready to get it on with her master. 

The two of them stumbled nude and sleepy-eyed into the living room where 
MacIntyre was already up and smoking an early joint. 

"What say we both call in sick today and boff the shit out of the little 
bitch," MacIntyre said with an evil grin on his face. 

Steve raised an eyebrow and then broke into a grin. 

"I don't have to go to school anymore if you guys don't want me to," Sally 
chimed in and the matter was settled. 

Steve and MacIntyre both called in sick for the day and returned to the 
living room to fuck the day away. 

"Would you two guys like to fuck me both at the same time?" little Sally 
asked with lust oozing from someplace deep in her throat. 

The two men just laughed. They thought it was a great idea. 

"Do you think we could pull it off all standing up?" Steve asked, looking at 
their relative heights and trying to determine the feasibility of the 
position. 

They figured that the worst that could happen was that they would fail. 

Sally stood looking very cute in the center of the living room. 

She put her feet as far apart as she could so that her pussy lips would 
part. 

Steve stood in front of her and realized that his hips were too high. 

"Wrap your legs around my waist and hold me by the back of the neck, slave," 
he instructed sternly. 

Sally put her fingers on the nape of Steve's neck and jumped up into the 
air. 

She wrapped her legs around his hips and Steve moved so that his cock was 
pressed between the inner lips of her cunt. 

Her pussy was wet and soupy at the mere thought of getting fucked by the two 
guys at once. 

Sally looked down and watched closely as she saw Steve's long hard throbbing 
prick slowly sink deep up into her cunt, the head traveling well into her 
yearning womb. 

At this point MacIntyre moved up behind her and told Steve to bend his knees 
a little so Sally would be lowered and he would be able to get his cock up 
her ass-hole. 

MacIntyre was in a cruel mood and he had no thoughts of being gentle with 
his roomie's sex slave at that point. 

He grabbed her brutally by the cheeks of her ass, digging his fingers deep 
into her soft, smooth, supple buttock flesh. 

He tore those cheeks open putting great strain on the skin in the crack. 

His cock was hard and erect. It not only stuck out straight in front of him 
but it stuck a little upward, at just the right angle to achieve anal 
penetration. 

He rammed the head of his cock up against Sally's ass-hole. 

She let out a deep moan because her ass-hole had been tingling. 

She loved the sensation of getting fucked in both of her holes at the same 
time. 

She loved it when masterful men made a Sally sandwich out of her. 

She could feel MacIntyre start to push forward with his slim but powerful 
hips. 

She could feel her ass-hole start to stretch to accommodate his cock. 

She had taken it up the ass many times so the muscles involved were already 
stretched to some extent. 

MacIntyre could feel his balls aching horribly in anticipation of piercing 
her deepest darkest core. 

He could feel the head of his prick sink into her bowels and he felt Sally's 
talented ass muscles squeeze down on his glans blissfully. 

Steve did not move his cock at all. He remained perfectly still. 

He knew that it would be difficult for MacIntyre to get his prick up the 
little girl's ass-hole without having to aim at a moving target. 

But MacIntyre was making definite progress and soon he had his whang all the 
way up inside so that his brown patch of pubic hair above his throbbing cock 
was pressed firmly against the top of her ass crack. 

At this point they began to move and Sally could feel the two cocks 
thrusting in and out of her at the same time. 

First she would be completely filled up and next she would be empty. 

The roomies thrust into her at the same time, and each time they did so she 
let out a sharp cry that told them how much she was enjoying the treatment 
they were giving her. 

Steve had been worried that the ring he had put in Sally's labia would alter 
her ability to fuck. 

He thought that it might get in the way and hurt him as he thrust inside of 
her. 

But, although he could feel it hitting his leg as he jammed his cock all the 
way into her pussy, it caused him no discomfort. 

He was pleased that he had not botched the job. He didn't want to do it over 
again. 

Even though he got a strange thrill whenever he thought of how she screamed 
and bled when he jammed the golden needle into her pussy flesh, he did not 
have any desire to repeat the process. 

They fucked the little girl until they both came, and then lowered her to 
the floor. 

"I'll bet the little bitch-likes to get tied up and shit before she gets 
banged," MacIntyre said with a sneer. 

"I don't know. Why don't you ask her?" Steve said calmly. He was still 
feeling the warmth in his balls from his recent climax. 

Sally did not mind at all the fact that they were speaking about her as if 
she were not there. 

She liked it when they spoke that way about her. Her whole sense of 
slavehood was damaged whenever her master began to show her respect. 

She figured that no one should have more respect for her than she had for 
herself. 

"Is that right, cunt? Do like to get tied up and shit?" MacIntyre said, 
enjoying his ability to get away with abusing her in any way. 

He had been fucked over by women in the past and he enjoyed this obvious 
outlet for his hostility. 

"Yes, I do," Sally said in a tiny voice that was barely above a whisper. 

She lowered her head and avoided eye contact with the boy when she spoke to 
him. 

"That's great!" MacIntyre said, his face breaking into an uncommon grin. 
"Steve, what the fuck have we got around here that we can tie this bitch up 
with?" 

"I've got some twine," Steve said, tilting his head a little to one side. 

"Why do you have twine?" MacIntyre asked, making a face that showed his 
curiosity. 

"Because you never know when you are going to need some twine," Steve said 
simply and went off to get it. 

While Steve was fetching the twine MacIntyre was thinking of painful ways to 
tie the little girl up. 

He figured he would tie her feet to the backs of her thighs so the muscles 
in her legs would be stretched painfully. 

Then he decided that he would pull both of her arms up behind her back, 
hurting her shoulders as he tied her wrists together. 

When Steve got back with the twine they went about doing this. 

MacIntyre kicked Sally's feet out from under her so she was forced to fall 
to the floor. 

Then they pounced on her and rolled her over on her stomach. 

There was really no reason for them to be as rough with her as they were. 
ihe certainly had no intention of struggling in the slightest. 

MacIntyre could feel the muscles in her legs stretching as he forced her 
legs backwards until her feet were pressed against the back of her thighs. 

Sally's face turned red and big tears welled up in her blue eyes 

After Steve had tied the twine tightly around the first leg, MacIntyre bent 
the other one backwards so they could repeat the process. 

With both legs tied in that cruel manner, MacIntyre took great joy in 
bending the little girl's arms far back so her wrists could be fastened 
together in between her shoulder blades. 

This done, they rolled her over on her back so added pressure would be put 
on her stretched muscles by the weight of her own body. 

This was the way Sally knew she was supposed to be. 

This was the way the pretty little blonde with the pierced nipples always 
wanted to be. 

She was in intense pain and she was totally at the mercy of the two men, who 
obviously had superior wills. 

MacIntyre had an idea which he thought was a good one. 

One could almost see the light bulb going on over his head. 

He ran into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator door. 

He opened the bottom drawer, the crisper, and pulled out a big red apple. 

He returned to the living room and forced Sally to open her mouth as far as 
she could. 

Then he rammed the apple hard against her teeth so that she was forced to 
bite into it. 

Immediately her jaw ached from being forced so widely open. 

MacIntyre decided to terrorize the little girl a little so he put his 
fingers in the little gold rings she wore in her breasts. 

"Imagine the damage I could do to you, you little tramp, if I just gave one 
quick tug at these rings," MacIntyre said the fire of the devil burning in 
his eyes. "I could tear your fucking nipples right off if I wanted to. 

Sally's eyes went wide with horror. She had no idea how insane this guy was. 

She didn't know how much of what he was saying was real and how much was 
pretend. 

Outside the apartment complex, Sally's roommate, Stacy, pulled up in her 
car. 

She had been worried when Sally hadn't come home and she knew how easily a 
masochist like the blonde could get herself in serious trouble. 
