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Archive name: slave.txt (Mdom/F, bbw, nc, huml)
Authors name: Dr. Pseudonym (drgoat74@aol.com)
Story title : Slave Stable: Melanie - Part I

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Slave Stable: Melanie - Part I
by Dr. Pseudonym (drgoat74@aol.com)

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A dominant male seeks out a BBW to become his slave. 
First of several installments and contains set-up ad no 
sex. (Mdom/F, bbw, nc, huml)

***

I see little need in prolonging the point of my story 
with a tedious background off how my desires became to 
be what they are. Quite simply I have always had a 
well-guarded need to dominate a woman in every fashion. 

For years, I repressed this desire in the name of 
social conformity, but the mendacity of conformity 
eventually took its toll and I gradually came to the 
conclusion I would follow my heart, dark as it may be.

Being the recipient of a large trust fund and 
inattentive family, I know resources would be of no 
issue. I felt confident in my chances at success, 
mainly given I had what I felt to be a practical 
formula. I wanted to dominate and enslave a woman, but 
I had no experience at this, and often chose to be 
unassertive around women. 

Therefore I decided I would have to start slow, if I 
began with a beautiful confident woman, I feared my 
inexperience would lead to failure and tragic 
repercussions for myself. I decided the perfect 
candidate to inaugurate my career as a slave master 
would be a woman lacking confidence, easily manipulated 
due too starvation for attention: my first slave would 
be a fat girl.

The perfect candidate happened too reside in the condo 
next to my own, Melanie Simms, had lived beside me for 
a bit over a year. Melanie had a beautiful face capped 
with sea blue eyes, however regardless of her facial 
beauty, everything below the neck was huge. Her breasts 
were enormous, her belly jutted out from body as if 
protecting her pussy, and her ass, well, her ass was 
huge, bigger than even the rest of her. 

Now, I have never been a fan of fat chicks, in fact I 
find them pitiful as they waste a piece of pussy by 
keeping it in a disgusting package of fat. But, Mel's 
face was pretty and the idea of abusing, breaking, and 
owning her was enough to gave me a raging hard-on just 
thinking about her.

My first decision was to enslave her by manipulation or 
by sheer force. I decided upon force because even if I 
failed to make a slave I got to dominate this fat piece 
of cunt for a while. I realized even though I would be 
epitomizing abusive in my treatment of "it" (I had 
already depersonalized her), Mel couldn't have had 
many, if any, men willing overlook her obese frame. 

At first she would react in typical fashion to her 
initial rape, but I was convinced her fat girl's low 
self esteem would lead her to be grateful any man was 
willing to have her fat pussy. I would keep her in my 
place and using the Stockholm Syndrome Ii would 
humiliate what remained of her self esteem until she 
was nothing a willing trio of fuck holes. 

Melanie worked a menial job at a bookstore and through 
using some connections I discovered she had no living 
family. By living beside her I knew she had no real 
friends. I decided on March 28, her 25th birthday, 
would be the beginning of her service to me. I 
anxiously waited for her to return home that day, and 
at about 5 o'clock my fat piece of fuck meat arrived 
home. 

I grabbed the birthday cake I had prepared for her and 
walked to her door with increasing deliberation. I 
wiped the last shred of hesitation from my psyche as I 
awaited Mel to answer the doorbell I had just rang.

"Hello," she said with so much surprise it sounded like 
a question.

She was wearing a low cut blue tee that accentuated her 
blue eyes, and a black skirt that was long, but 
couldn't disguise her huge soon-to-be-fucked ass.

"Hi, I'm Doug, I live next door," I said with an 
abundance of verve and enthusiasm.

"I know, I.." she spoke so softly I couldn't hear the 
final part of her sentence, and her were glued too the 
floor.

"I feel bad we've been neighbors this long without me 
introducing myself. So, when I saw in the condo 
newsletter your birthday was today, I figured this was 
a good time to make up for my rudeness. I got a cake," 

Her head snapped up looking at it incredulously with 
the beginning of tears in her eyes. This was going to 
be easy.

"Oh my God, Than-, I-I, Ooh God" as she began to cry.

I decided not to drag this out and walked in her place 
and sat the cake down on the living room.

"This is so sweet, why, I mean why would you do this?" 
she said, clearly in shock, she was about to hit the 
mother lode of surprise.

Not missing a beat I locked the door and hit her with a 
fierce slap in one continuous motion. She hit the 
ground with a huge thud. I landed on her huge belly 
taking the wind out for her and leaned into her face.

"Because, you disgusting slob, I have decided you will 
be my sex slave."

"You can't be serious," she said almost relieved as she 
couldn't believe an eligible man would waste his time 
fucking her worthless ass.

I slapped her twice more and began my explanation.

"Look you fat piece of cunt, I'm a kind man with pity, 
so I decided my first sexual slave would be something 
so grotesque that no other man would touch her. Your 
disgusting body is only one step up from an animal's. 
I'm doing you a favor fat ass, so where's the 
gratitude?" I said as I began to pinch her massive 
breast. She said nothing looking away in an almost 
catatonic state.

"This is a good time to go over the rules," as I stood 
up towering above her. "I own your fat ass now, I know 
you have no friends or family, and I'm giving the 
landlord $5000 a month to ignore your new situation. In 
fact he praised for giving a nasty fat sow like the 
opportunity to feel a cock. So, I have invested money 
in being able to fuck you, so you can feel like a human 
although you aren't. Anything as fat and disgusting as 
your ass should only belong to an animal. There fore in 
gratitude you will do whatever I say and beg me to keep 
treating you as a human by fucking you. Because if you 
test me..."

Without saying another word I kicked her gargantuan 
cunt with great force. "In time, your loyalty and 
devotion will become natural, and if not I'll chalk up 
my failure and sell you to crack dealers. Now, I am 
master and you're a fat fuckhole who is glad to be 
called anything. Show me you're grateful, cowtits," she 
hesitated and within a second I drew my foot back 
again. Before!

 I could kick she spoke.

"Thank you master," she said in a weak reply.

I must have kicked her five times in the cunt and tits 
before telling her I would accept no hesitation and 
answers should come with great enthusiasm and 
sincerity. I was finally ready for her to remove her 
clothes.

"Embarrass yourself by taking off all your clothes you 
fat disgrace," I ordered.

As she took off her blouse, the rolls of flesh cascaded 
from her abdomen like a tidal wave. She was sobbing 
violently causing her fat stomach and tits to vibrate 
so much that this blob of female was starting to turn 
me on.

"Hey, slopcunt, I've heard of pinching an inch but you 
could pinch a mile," I laughed as malicious as possible 
and began to twist her fat rolls and inhuman size tits. 
She continued to sob, but actually moved her arm so I 
could have access to her.

"Look at your pitiful fat ass, I've owned you for five 
minutes and you are already giving up, well what else 
would an wanted hunk of lard do?" I said as I stood up.

"Look Melly-cow, your gonna take your huge fat ass of 
the ground, exposing the crater your ass left. Hurry up 
you should be used to heavy lifting by now"

As she finally got to her feet I examined her bra-clad 
breasts. 

"Now, ask me if I want to see the globs of human waste 
you call tits."

She looked at me with tears cascading, but muttered no 
words. I'd had it, as I mentioned I am not a man of 
patience. That fat wad of fuckholes should be grateful 
for the attention. I let go a barrage of blows to her 
obese gut. She grunted in pain and began to fall, but I 
wrapped my hand in her hair before she could hit the 
ground.

"Now, Porky Pussy, if you disobey once more I will 
shove a fist up your ass and tie you here to starve to 
death."

She got her wind and muttered, "Would you like to see 
my tits?"

I laughed and pointed at her as the last shreds of 
humanity and dignity were fleeing her eyes.

Before she had time for another thought, I ripped her 
bra off her shoulders to reveal the biggest set of tit 
meat I had ever seen. They hung lazily on her wide 
belly almost to her knees.

"Now the panties Melly-Cow," I said.

Without hesitating she removed her plain white 
underwear, revealing a heavily dimpled ass I could show 
a movie on.

"So that's the fat ass I own, huh? Tell me slave how 
many generous men have taken enough mercy on you to 
degrade themselves by fucking that slophole of a cunt?"

"One, Master," she said in a robotic voice.

"Tell me about it and call me owner."

"Yes, owner. I was in college and my roommate and her 
boyfriend had broken up, he was drunk and came by while 
Laura, my roommate was gone. I let him in and when he 
found out she was gone he got irate. and.and grabbed me 
and made me..."

"Go on, spermbank."

"He pushed me on the bed and ripped my clothes off and 
laughed at me you did. Then he f-f-fucked me in my 
slophole owner. After that he came over whenever she 
was gone and. made me do things."

"Like what, doughgirl?" I sneered.

"Like, like giving him oral."

"Look you obese sperm bucket, I want you to talk as 
filthy as a whore should. If you wanted to be a lady 
you should of thought of that a hundred Big Macs ago." 
I said as I kicked her lightly on the ass.

"He made me suck his cock," she said with such force it 
almost surprised me, and before I could insult her, she 
continued. "He used to come and without a word just put 
his cock in my mouth. He said he never had to ask 
because I should feel the luckiest fat girl ever that 
he was letting me have his cock. He would come in my 
mouth and call it my low fat dessert. At first I would 
spit it out when he wasn't looking, but..."

"But what, pussy pet." I said in almost concerned voice 
to urge her on.

"After a while I swallowed it, every time." She said 
something after but I couldn't decipher her mumbling. 

"Fuck you, dumphole. I'm wasting my time, I'm just 
gonna beat your ass and sell you to ghettorats," I said 
hoping to finally break her. And I did.

"No please, Ill talk. I'll talk, owner. I ate his cum, 
because I liked it. He was a football player, very 
popular. I grew to believe he was right. I should be 
grateful a man like him would waste his cum on me when 
he could have a hot girl," she said with an increased 
breathing betraying her excitement.

"As soon as my roommate would leave I would take off my 
clothes and wait for him. His name was Max but he said 
I couldn't use it."

"Why?" I asked finding myself aroused of her tale.

"Because he said I should be grateful and not let 
anyone know I knew him. So he wouldn't be embarrassed 
for people knowing he knew a fat girl. He said he 
shouldn't suffer for giving charity fucks. I never told 
anyone. I never wanted him to stop. To quit fucking my 
fat cunt, owner."

Her last statement caught so off-guard that it took me 
a moment to notice the look in her eyes. It was one of 
total lust, but more than that, complete anticipation. 
Like a rookie ball player walking onto a major league 
field for the first time.

I now had to reassess. My fuck-slave had already been 
conditioned to accept her place. I had two choices, 
abandon her and claim the spirit and fat cherry of 
another obese slave, or continue with Max the jock's 
work and push her even further than I'd planned. 

The choice was remedial and the notion of pushing this 
fuck cow to limits unbeknownst to even myself had me 
arrested in a state of eroticism. It would seem that I 
would have doubts of a "no-limits' approach in my 
initial attempt at slavery, but it never crossed my 
mind. As I looked at the naked obese women so timid 
only small turns of the clock before and saw the 
heaving excited fuckpig just waiting for an excuse to 
explode, I knew. And I acted.

"Why did he quit torturing his cock by ceasing your 
access?" I asked.

"Oh God, it was my fault. I quit going to classes. I 
had been a valedictorian in high school. All I did was 
study. Girls didn't want to be my friend and boys made 
fun of me. No boy would have pity on me like Ma-, like 
him. He was all I could think of. I began to beg him 
for his cock when he came over. To make do more than 
suck his gorgeous cock and fuck my slophole, but he 
wouldn't. 

"Finally he said he was tired of me going on and I 
should be grateful for what I had. He said he had been 
kind enough already, and I was too disgusting to go on 
with. I couldn't quit thinking about his cock. I failed 
out of school. I tried to get other boys but they 
laughed. Oh God, I loved his cock."

She was blubbering full tilt now completely ready for 
what I was about to pronounce. The life I had chosen 
for her.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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