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Authors name: wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)
Story title : CONFESSIONS

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Author's note:
This is the story of one man's descent into the world 
of white slavery, where he trains women for their new 
lives.

Enjoy,

Wiley06

I should start out by telling you that I've never 
really liked women. It's probably because my mom split 
when I was eight, leaving me with an alcoholic bastard 
of a father. He beat me, of course, and I always 
thought that if my mother really gave a shit, she would 
have taken me with her. Don't get me wrong, though, I'm 
not a man's man. I've known a few like that, who only 
like the back end of their own kind, but that's not me. 
I don't like women, but I do like to fuck them. Puts me 
in kind of a mental bind, huh?

Good thing I'm a good-looking guy, I guess, since Lord 
knows (begging your pardon) I've never treated a woman 
as anything besides a massage tool for my prick. Six 
foot two, blonde with Aryan features, and big, that's 
me. It goes over well with the ladies, and has since I 
started filling out. Maybe I should tell you about it; 
I mean, my first time.

It was when I was twelve, living in a trailer with my 
pop. Parked next door was this lady, must have been 
only twenty-two and already with three squalling brats, 
the oldest being five. I used to beat them up on a 
regular basis. Well, getting on with my story, her name 
was Cynthia, and, looking back, she wasn't really much 
to look at. Of course, when you're twelve, and your 
hormones have just started kicking you in the ass, 
everything with tits looks good. I used to peer into 
her trailer whenever I could, trying to catch a glimpse 
of her without clothes. It was one of these times, when 
I was peering through the window at her in her bra and 
panties, when she suddenly walked out of sight. I 
waited there, crouching, hoping she would return so I 
could get an eyeful. I got an eyeful all right. I 
almost jumped out of my skin when she grabbed me by the 
back of my neck and started screaming at me, calling me 
a dirty peeping tom and all sorts of other things.

She was strong, she was. I mean, I was five six back 
then, big for my age and lanky strong, but she shook me 
around like I was a girl. I was amazed when she dragged 
me into her trailer, still cursing, and threw me onto a 
ratty old couch she had there. I landed and found 
myself sitting down looking up at one angry woman 
wearing only her bra and panties. I can see it even 
now. 'Course, then I was terrified; I just wanted to 
get out of there. She had other ideas though: started 
calling me names-little pervert and such like. Then she 
leaned over me and started teasing me, showing me her 
breasts and asking me if that was what I was looking 
at, if that was what I wanted to see. All I could do 
was sit there and stammer as she kept hollering at me. 

Then she got really mean, and started rubbing my prick, 
asking me if I ever did that to myself, if that was 
what I did when I watched her. Now I wasn't at all 
interested at this point, but little Johnnie (I call my 
prick big Johnnie now) was very interested. When she 
saw this she practically ripped off my pants and 
underwear while I started yelling and trying to hold my 
pants on.

She got 'em off, all right, and little Johnnie popped 
out and stood at attention. She started asking me how I 
liked it, to be gawked at, and then she really shocked 
me-she took off the rest of her clothes and grabbed me 
by the shoulders. Then she just sat down on my lap and 
stuffed me inside her and started going at it. That was 
one crazy bitch, calling me all kinds of awful things 
while she was humping her brains out on my prick. All I 
could do was sit there stunned while she gasped and 
panted over me. Let me tell you, it didn't take too 
long before I felt my cock explode. She must have been 
finished too, because when she got off me, she wasn't 
too upset, just started calling me soft dick and saying 
I couldn't keep it up, that I would never be a man with 
a puny little limp thing like that between my legs. 
Yah, I remember it all.

From that day on I avoided her, and was glad she moved 
on half a year later. Of course, after that, I didn't 
come close to girls for another two years, when I got 
into high school. By this time I had grown up into a 
big kid, and was just starting to come into my looks. I 
started hanging out with the cool crowd and got onto 
the football team. At that point, I couldn't avoid 
chicks any longer, and I didn't want to. 

See, even way back then, when I was fourteen, the 
chicks dug me. 'Course, not all of them threw 
themselves at me, but there were a few which me and my 
friends passed around. Now that I think about it, they 
didn't seem to enjoy it much, but I really didn't care 
back then; I was getting my rocks off, and that was 
enough.

It went on like that into my sophomore year, me fucking 
any cunt I could lay my hands on, which turned out to 
be quite a few, but to tell you the truth, I was 
getting kind of bored. Sure, I was big time at the 
school, and had all the chicks I could want, but it 
just wasn't doing it for me. Sex became something I 
did, like taking a dump, when I started feeling like I 
had to; it just wasn't that good. Then I had my first 
epiphany. You see, in my life I've had three 
epiphanies, and the first came when I was a sophomore 
in high school.

EPIPHINY #1

This girl, Francine was her name, transferred to my 
high school. She was French, Francine was, and had that 
accent thing going, even though she spoke real good. 
She was, what you call, a man killer, even at fifteen. 
So much more grown up than the rest of the girls at the 
school, so much more sure of herself and confident. It 
didn't hurt that she was a real looker and knew it, 
using it to tease all the gaping boys who would 
approach her. She was light years ahead of us all, and 
drove everyone crazy. That didn't stop any of the guys 
from trying to get down her pants-you see, she was one 
of those chicks you've just got to have, that just 
drive you mad. It wasn't just her looks, although with 
her boyish figure, long blonde hair she liked to toss 
around her head, large, wide-set light blue eyes, and a 
dainty mouth and nose, she was quite a turn on. No, it 
wasn't just her looks, it was the worldly attitude she 
had, like you were just this cute little boy and she 
could show you the world if she only wanted to. Ya, 
every guy at that school wanted her.

She didn't date, but she did go out with groups: loved 
all the attention she got, let me tell you. Me, I felt 
the same way as everyone else, but I knew she was just 
playing with everyone, and wasn't having none of it. So 
I played at being aloof-that little bitch wasn't going 
to twist me around her little finger like she did 
everyone else. I think this made her more interested in 
me, because she started hanging around me, trying to 
get me to worship her like everyone else did. Like I 
said, I wasn't having any of it. I think that drove her 
kind of batty, because she kept trying harder and 
harder to get at me. Finally, coy like, she told me her 
parents were going to be away over the weekend, and 
wondered if I wanted to come over and watch a few 
movies on the television with her. Hell yes! I did, but 
I played it cool, and waffled and put her off until she 
was practically begging me to come over. Well, I 
finally gave in, and my date with Francine, and 
destiny, was set.

I showed up right on time, seven o'clock Saturday, and 
was greeted at the door by a bubbly, energetic, 
Francine.

"What do you think?" she said, giving me a dazzling 
smile from the doorway and twirling around. She was 
wearing a black evening dress with a skirt-like bottom, 
which flew out as she turned. Without waiting for an 
answer, she ushered me in and offered me a drink. I 
accepted a beer and she laughed, a tinkling little 
laugh, at me and said something about American men and 
beer. She got out a bottle of wine and poured herself 
some into a wineglass. Now at this point I was sure I 
was going to get some. I mean, I was pretty sure 
before-why else would she invite me over when her 
parents were gone? The liquor and her positively, 
what's the word...sprited energy, she was practically 
running all over the house, laughing and bouncing and 
darting about, convinced me she was putting out 
tonight.

She sat me down on the couch in front of the TV and 
twirled around again in her gown. She looked good, 
Elvin, mischievous, and I told her so. She laughed 
again and said I was such a good audience she must, 
simply must, give me a little fashion show. With that 
she ran off into a different room and returned a few 
minutes later wearing a clinging evening gown. I leaned 
back and relaxed on the sofa while she ran back and 
forth, changing from gown to skirt to mini to pantsuit 
to, well, you get the picture. Laughing and chattering 
away she was, the whole time, occasionally stopping to 
get me another beer or to refill her wineglass.

After an hour I had a pretty good buzz on, and she must 
have too, and I'll tell you, I was horny. I mean, 
looking at a piece like that for an hour as she pranced 
herself in front of you would turn anybody on-it 
certainly did me. Well, after about an hour she decided 
it was time for the movie. She had ended up wearing a 
white pleated knee-length skirt and a sleeveless white 
t-shirt, no shoes. The movie, it was some foreign film 
called "Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down," or something risqu‚ 
like that, and after she put it in she jumped on the 
couch beside me, her feet curled under her, and 
snuggled up next to me, putting her head against my 
chest.

The movie was pretty hot, and I was getting pretty 
worked up. Here I was, all alone in this big house with 
my arm around this hot little piece, watching this sexy 
flick while this babe coo-d and snuggled against me, 
running her hand up and down my chest and my arm as she 
watched the film. Near the end, she had taken her small 
little hand and was rubbing it back and forth across my 
crotch, massaging my hard-on through my pants. When it 
ended, she turned her big beautiful blue eyes up to 
mine and parted her mouth slightly. Hey, I know and 
invitation when I see one; I kissed the bitch, hard. I 
heard her whimper a little at my strength as my lips 
mashed against hers and I wrapped my arms around her 
body, bringing her up on my lap. Our lips locked and we 
started some tongue action, and boy I tell you she knew 
how to kiss.

I was in heaven there for a while, this little piece 
squirming up against me, running her tongue expertly 
against mine, running her hands up and down my body. 
Ya, she sure knew how to turn a guy on. I started 
running my hands around her body then, across her back, 
her legs, her stomach. I wasn't too surprised when she 
pushed my hands away whenever I got too close to her 
goodies-all chicks do that, you've just got to be 
persistent.

I don't know how long we were like that, body-to-body 
and mouth-to-mouth, but I hadn't ever felt like that 
before, I was so turned on, and she certainly seemed 
ready and willing too. Still lip locked, I pushed her 
back on the couch so I was laying on top of her right 
side, her left leg braced against the floor and her 
right under my own legs. I started sucking on her neck 
and she started moaning and squirming under me, but 
when I tried to run my hand up her skirt she pushed me 
away. I changed tactics and started massaging her upper 
thigh, hoping she wouldn't hold out much longer. You 
see, I never had any doubt that she'd let me have her, 
I just thought it might take a little while.

By this time my prick was so rock hard I wasn't going 
to wait, and I started getting a little rough with her. 
Imagine my surprise when she yelled something in French 
and then yelled NO! at me, pushing me off her. 
Actually, I was so shocked that I kind of sat up, 
allowing her to get up. She was standing in front of me 
now, breathing hard, her face flushed and her hair a 
mess, but that just turned me on more.

She started saying something about how she didn't want 
to go all the way, about we could have a good time 
without that, how she would take care of me in other 
ways, which I took to mean her hands. Damn, that pissed 
me off, I'll tell you. The bitch invites me over to her 
house, gets me all worked up, and then offers me a 
handjob? Well fuck me, I wasn't having none of that. I 
surged up off that couch and grabbed the tart by the 
shoulders and started shaking her like a rag doll, 
yelling at her and calling her all types of names, 
telling her how dare she play games with me, and all 
that.

Then the most amazing thing happened: I stopped yelling 
and shaking her for a minute and looked into her big 
blue eyes, and I saw genuine fear there. Oh boy, I 
almost shot my load then and there, it gave me such a 
shock. I decided that I was going to fuck the bitch 
whether she wanted me to or not, and threw her down on 
the couch. Now she started yelling and cursing, hitting 
and kicking at me as I fell on top of her, but she was 
such a small girl and I was a big guy, so she didn't 
really hurt me or anything. She started biting and 
scratching when I was pulling off her panties, and my 
slapping her around a bit only set her off more. 
Finally I had to grab her wrists and bring them 
together into one hand so I could have free range with 
the other one.

I managed to pull off her t-shirt, although she gave me 
quite a fight, and she wasn't wearing any bra. Her 
titties were small, but they were fine, with small pink 
nipples standing out hard as rocks; I just had to suck 
on one. You should've heard her scream and curse when I 
started sucking at her tits-course I couldn't 
understand half of it since it was in French, but I 
certainly caught the gist. I didn't spend much time on 
her tits, I was too turned on; I pulled down my pants 
and got ready to feed it to the bitch's cunt, all the 
while her little lithe body thrashing about under mine 
while she cursed me with a passion.

With all that yelling going on, I figured I'd find me a 
dry hole, but she was sopping wet, I tell you. If she'd 
been dry, I don't know if I would've gotten my prick 
inside her, she was so small and tight. A few thrusts, 
though, and I was in the hottest, tightest cunt I'd 
ever felt. When I jammed my prick into her, she stopped 
fighting for a second and threw her head back and 
closed her eyes. She stayed like that while I took a 
few strokes, and then she broke her hands free from my 
grip. I panicked there for a minute and there was a 
general thrashing of limbs about-I thought she was 
going to try to jab my eyes out or something. Imagine 
my surprise when she ended up with her arms around my 
neck, her tongue in my mouth, her legs wrapped around 
my ass, bucking her hips up against mine.

I'll tell you, I'd never had a fuck like that in my 
life-usually they just kind of laid there. This chick 
was going wild, groovin' it on my dick as I started 
working her. And she did things with that cunt of hers 
I hadn't ever felt before. It was wild, man, me 
pounding into her while she bucked beneath me, her cunt 
working my prick like it had never been worked before. 
I'd seen one or two chicks get off before, but nothing 
like this. By the time I shot my load-which wasn't long 
I hate to say-she must of bust herself five or six 
times.

After I finished I got up and made to leave; I mean, I 
was done, and figured I had had to practically rape her 
to make her give it up, so I didn't owe her anything. 
If she hadn't grooved on it so much, I might have been 
worried. Well, I didn't get halfway to the door before 
she leapt on my back, hitting and scratching at me and 
calling me all types of things in French-like I had any 
idea what all that was about.

She was still cursing and spitting when I got her on 
the floor on her stomach, holding her arms behind her 
back. I knew the bitch wasn't going to let me go 
without a scene, so I reached for the nearest thing at 
hand and ripped the phone cord from the wall. I wrapped 
it around her wrists and tied it off, then dragged her 
over to the couch and threw her torso down on it. She 
was still screaming and cursing in French and English, 
so I decided to shut her up. I grabbed her t-shirt and 
stuffed it into her mouth, having to slap her a couple 
more times to get her to stop moving her head around so 
much so I could get it in.

I put my hand between her shoulder blades so she 
couldn't get up and the I started shouting at her. I 
mean, fighting and struggling with that hot piece of 
ass, practically naked as she was, was getting me 
worked up again. Her position of total helplessness, on 
her knees over the couch, was helping too. My cock, 
spent just a minute ago, was rock hard again, and I 
decided to put it to use. I knocked her legs aside and 
thrust into her sopping cunt, slamming into her ass so 
hard she came up off her knees. I kept pounding her, 
loving the sound of her grunts each time I rammed into 
her cunt. I wasn't too surprised when I felt her cunt 
start working my prick again-I figured she would like 
it. I managed to last a bit longer this time, even with 
that incredible piece of fuck meat on the end of my 
pole bucking and coming two or three more time. When I 
did shoot my load into her, I got up, pulled on my 
pants, and left her there tied up, figuring she 
wouldn't have too much trouble getting loose. Of 
course, she looked more exhausted than I felt.

The next day she surprised me again and called me. She 
started out by telling me that it was a shame to leave 
a girl tied up like that, and then started questioning 
my manhood, teasing me about not being able to handle 
her, daring me to come over and prove myself. I was 
over on her doorstep within the hour, but this time I 
knew what she wanted so I brought some rope.

So you see, that was my first epiphany. There were 
chicks out there that got off on the rough stuff, which 
actually liked to be tied up and slapped around, and I 
liked doing it! I liked the feeling of control it gave 
me, but most of all I liked to see fear in their eyes.

EPIPHANY #2

My second epiphany came when I was twenty-four years 
old. I had graduated high school and got a job as a 
construction worker. Life was actually pretty good. I 
made pretty good money and I was big and good-looking, 
so the chicks couldn't get enough of me. Of course, by 
this time my tastes ran to the sadistic side, so I was 
pretty much hanging around those types of places. Lots 
of weirdo's there, let me tell you, of all types. There 
were men looking for men, women looking for women, men 
looking for women and vice versa, and most of them were 
doing stuff even I found kinky.

I had been hanging out in these places since I was 
eighteen, so everyone there pretty much knew how I got 
my kicks. You see, that way no chick was surprised and 
split on me before we could get down and dirty. That's 
why I was surprised when this chick named Sam (her name 
was really Samantha) approached me, because I knew she 
didn't like men, and I also knew that she liked to be 
on top. She was pretty good looking, though, so when 
she picked me up I wasn't complaining. I figured she 
might be planning a few three-way games with some chick 
she had at home. Boy, was I in for a big surprise when 
she started telling me about it on the drive over.

At first I didn't really believe her, figuring she was 
just setting a scene for some sex game. But she kept 
telling me again and again that it wasn't a game that 
this is for real, and eventually I began to believe 
her. Her story went something like this: about a year 
ago she got involved with a group of people who passed 
around a new female slave every month or so. This slave 
was apparently hardcore, willing to do anything and 
submit to any kind of pain-my type of chick. Willing 
wasn't the right word, though, since all of them had 
actually been grabbed off the streets by one of the 
members, and then broken. To make a long story short, 
Sam's turn came up, and she made the grab a few days 
ago but couldn't bring herself to do the breaking part-
it was different, she said, than when they really 
wanted it and were just playing. That's where I came 
in. She had heard about my tastes, and was hoping I 
wouldn't shrink from the dirty deed. In exchange, I'd 
get an in on her little group.

It sounded interesting, and I told her I wanted to look 
around first and see what the setup was. She agreed, 
and we arrived at her place. It was a beautiful old 
house in the city, three stories with a cellar and an 
attic. She immediately took me down to the cellar and 
showed me her little prize.

It was an Asian chick, not much older than sixteen at 
my best guess, lying naked on her side in a small 
barred cage, so small she couldn't lay down or sit up 
or stretch out, but large enough so she could stand on 
her hands and knees. She was a small girl, maybe about 
one hundred pounds, but with full, round tits, big 
enough to fill my large hands. Her teeny tiny waist and 
small hips reminded me of Francine-I hadn't thought of 
her in a while-even though the face was different. It 
was your typical little girl Asian face, I guess, with 
full, pale lips on a generous mouth, small but wide 
nose, large dark eyes with smooth lids, and long blue-
black hair. Her skin coloring was that dark yet pale 
color Chinese seem to have, and just added to her 
beauty. Yep, Sammy sure knew how to pick 'em.

What convinced me that I wanted in, though, weren't 
this chick's looks. It was when she opened her eyes 
when the lights came on. There was terror in them, 
terror and despair as she attempted to cover herself up 
and cringed against the back of the cage. Right then 
and there I knew I would do it, knew I was going to do 
everything I could to break this little bitch in a cage 
before me.

Sam took me upstairs then and explained the setup. She 
had grabbed the bitch three days ago and since then had 
kept her in the cage, taking her out two times a day to 
use the john and to eat. When she had discovered that 
she didn't have the heart to torture the girl, Sam had 
used drugs to keep her docile. Oh, did I tell you that 
Sam was a nurse? She had access to drugs and all kinds 
of stuff. That was where things pretty much stood; I 
was here to finish the job.

I asked her a few more questions and discovered that 
she had a home brew she used on her submissive lovers 
to increase their pleasure. I thought that might come 
in handy, so I asked her what was in it. She reeled off 
a bunch of fancy names, but the only ones I caught were 
the basics: coke, heroin, morphine, and LSD. Strange 
combo, that, but she said it was safe-she hadn't killed 
a lover yet. I decided it might be an idea to use it on 
our prize downstairs, make her more tractable, but I 
wanted to know exactly what it did to a person, so I 
asked for a little taste myself.

She was keen on the idea, and got out her kit and 
pulled out a needle. I had used on and off in the past, 
so I knew the drill. It was only a couple minutes 
before it hit me, and it was quite a trip. I was 
bursting with energy yet didn't seem to have the 
willpower to do anything. I was divorced from a reality 
which took on strange shapes but when Sam touched my 
cheek softly, it was the most intense sensation I had 
ever felt. I was surprised when Sammy started 
unbuttoning my shirt, but she said she wanted me to 
know the full, what was the word?, efficiency of the 
stuff. She got my shirt undone and grabbed my nipple 
hard and twisted it. I bellowed-it hurt like a son of a 
bitch-and knocked her arm away. I started to get up so 
I could beat the shit out of the bitch when the pain in 
my nipple became an incredible pleasure; it was 
intense. I fell back on the couch, big Johnny rock 
hard, amazed. When she started rubbing my prick through 
my jeans, I came in my pants almost immediately-it was 
the most intense orgasm I've ever had, but I didn't 
like it. I mean, I like to be in control; this crap was 
scary. She kept rubbing, and I came again within five 
minutes-like I said, scary.

The drug lasted about forty minutes, and when I came 
off it I decided I wanted to see the tart downstairs on 
this stuff. I was feeling weird, what with my pants all 
sticky and stuff, but figured I could get the bitch 
downstairs to clean me up. Sammy got another dose 
ready, and we went downstairs to start the training.

We got the dope into her easy enough-she wasn't very 
strong-and I got her strapped down to a small table. I 
should tell you how I tied her down: on her back, a 
leather belt around her chest just under her tits 
holding her arms to her side and another holding her 
torso to the table; a belt around her hips doing the 
same; two belts, one around each knee, running beside 
her head and tied to the table legs, holding her knees 
right next to those luscious tits of hers; two more 
belts, this time strapping her calves to her thighs. 
See, this left her ass and cunt completely exposed, as 
well as leaving her tits open to torture, and she made 
quite a hot little package like that.

By the time I had finished tying the cunt up, I saw 
that the dope had kicked in: she was quivering and taut 
as a bowstring, fear and dread in her beautiful dark 
eyes, tears running down her cheeks. She hadn't said a 
word-probably begged herself out earlier-but now she 
started up again, probably scared by the effects of the 
drugs. I stepped back, ignoring her, and gazed at that 
beautiful cunt before me, and boy, was I horny. What 
got to me most was the pathetic look in her eyes; she 
thought she knew what was going to happen to her, and 
her eyes were begging, pleading with me not to do it. 
It just made me want to do it more. She wasn't a bad 
piece of meat, either.

Well, I started easy on her. I gave her a new name, 
Kitty, and had her repeat it to me. When she wasn't 
quick enough I slapped her or squeezed and twisted her 
titties; her screams and whimpers were music to my 
ears. Sammy quit out on me about then, but I was really 
getting into now. I asked her what she was, then 
reached down and dug my fingernails into her cunt when 
she didn't answer, enjoying her screams. I knew, 
though, that the dope would turn that into 
uncontrollable pleasure, which was even better. I 
deigned to tell her that she was a slut, a tramp, a 
worthless whore, a piece of cunt meat, good only for 
fucking. I had her repeat that a couple of times along 
with her new name, and then I asked her her purpose. A 
little more torture, this time by squeezing her clit, 
hard, between my fingers, and then I told her how she 
was going to answer: to fuck and suck and please her 
masters. I fooled around with that for about half an 
hour, making sure to go light on her cunt: I didn't 
want her to come, and I knew the power of the shit that 
was coursing through her veins.

By this time she was a total wreck, crying and moaning 
and gasping in huge breaths of air. She wouldn't look 
at me either, and I knew why: she was ashamed, the 
little cunt; my "attentions" were turning her on. Hell, 
they had to-that stuff would have turned an ice queen 
into the whore of Babylon. See, that's when I started 
my fun. I put my face right next to her and started 
whispering about what a slut she was, and how she loved 
hard cocks, and how she was getting off even now. Even 
rape turned her on, and she could probably get off by 
fucking a dog. I went on and on like that while I 
caressed her tits and her stomach, enjoying the way her 
body betrayed its pleasure, jerking and squirming under 
my touch. I suddenly moved my hand down and shoved a 
finger into her now sopping cunt, leaving my thumb 
pressing hard against her clit. She cried out and I 
could feel her come, so I started slapping her back and 
forth across the face with my other hand while I rubbed 
harder with my fingers into her snatch. She kept coming 
and I kept slapping, back and forth, back and forth, 
until I felt her spasms lessen.

"You loved it, cunt," I whispered to her, "you're so 
fucking nasty. You came and came on my fingers. You 
loved it. You love this," I kept on, grapping her 
nipples and pulling her tits out into cones, watching 
her face as it turned from exhaustion into pain and 
finally into screams of agony. I let go and watched 
them bounce and jiggle against her chest, then reached 
down and made her come again, whispering what a slut 
she was, what a whore, about how all she was good for 
was fucking and coming and fucking some more.

I glanced up at the clock on the wall and noticed I had 
only another forty minutes before the drugs would start 
wearing off, so I stripped and made the cunt lick my 
boxers clean. Just the look on her face, like this was 
the most horrible thing she had ever done, that had 
ever happened to her, was great. It was even better 
when I started rubbing her clit again and made her come 
while she was sucking my dried up come off my clothes. 
She knew I could make her jerk and bounce and come 
whenever I wanted to, and how that humiliated her.

After she was finished with my boxers, I slipped two 
small vibrators into her, one into her cunt and the 
other into her ass-how she squirmed when I did that. 
Then she started coming while I straddled her chest, 
pulling her head up so that my cock was against her 
gasping mouth. It wasn't a good blow per se, since she 
was practically unconscious from the multiple orgasms 
wracking her body, but just knowing that she hated what 
I was doing to her made it delicious. When I came I 
made sure she swallowed every drop.

I didn't even get soft as I pulled out the vibrators 
and waited for her body to calm down. I was ready to 
fuck this little Asian cunt now, with the slender hips 
and legs and her melon tits and hot face. I was going 
to give it to her good. Before I started, though, I put 
a tape recorder right next the her head, so I could get 
every moan on tape for future use. Before I put it in, 
I made her beg for it, beg for my cock, beg for a good 
fucking, slapping her and pinching her to make her 
comply.

Then I got up on the table and jammed myself into her, 
and I had to jam it in, she was so tight. Her cunt hurt 
it was so tight, and I heard her grunt as my prick 
slammed into the back of her cunt. Then I really 
started riding her, pounding hard into her again and 
again, like I was trying to skewer her to death. It 
didn't take long, about thirty seconds, before her cunt 
started snapping and spasming around my cock as she 
started to come again. Oh God, I'm telling you it was 
incredible, beyond belief. She was crying out in 
pleasure while I slapped her face, her tits, pinching 
her nipples and knocking her around. Her cunt kept 
working and I kept pounding my cock into her; she 
literally couldn't stop coming. The slapping of hips 
against hips, of my hands against her face and tits, 
her cries and gasps and screams and moans as I tortured 
orgasm after orgasm from the Asian cunt filled the 
room, and I got it all on tape.

After about five minutes of almost unendurable 
pleasure, adrenaline driving me higher and higher, I 
shot my load into her and lay on top of the still 
spasming cunt. Damn it was good. I climbed off and 
waited for her to come down, then got her to speak into 
the tape recorder some more. I had her call herself 
cunt, whore, slut, say she loved cock, loved to fuck, 
wanted to be a piece of fuck meat for anyone who wanted 
her. All the time I diddled her so her voice had this 
panting, moaning tone to it, interrupted by cries of 
pleasure as she orgasmed some more.

Finally, I figured my time was about up, so I left her 
and went up to see Sammy. She was watching TV and asked 
me how it went. I told her it went ok and gave her some 
instructions. I would bring over my Stairmaster and 
every morning the cunt was to use it for one hour. Then 
Sammy would give her a shot of the love potion and then 
hang her by her ankles from the ceiling with a vibrator 
stuffing each of her holes-again for an hour. This 
whole time Sammy would play back the tape I had made of 
Kitty, appropriately spliced, so she could hear what a 
whore she was the whole time. After that she was to 
take the cunt down and let her rest for an hour in her 
cage. Then she would put a collar and leash on her and 
walk her around the basement like a dog, making her 
lick up this and that. She could do anything she wanted 
with that hot, young piece of pussy meat after that. I 
would show up around seven every evening and finish the 
day's training.

She broke in a week, the defiance in her eyes dying 
into a fearful subservience. The night she broke I 
spent six hours on her, it turned me on so much. After 
that, I started decreasing the doses of dope she got, 
so that she would be a pain-slut without any outside 
help. Within two weeks of her breaking, she was 
completely mine. She would do anything disgusting and 
nasty, and as long as she thought she was going to get 
a cock or a finger or anything, she would come again 
and again. She loved it all: pain, humiliation, 
degradation, bondage. She was the perfect little pain-
slut slave. I was in.

You see, this was my second epiphany, that breaking the 
wills of cunts like Kitty was infinitely better than 
fucking the willing ones. The fear and defiance and 
hate and despair in their eyes were, I realized, for me 
the only thing I wanted. I wanted to hurt them and 
break them and make them beg; the feeling of power was 
overwhelming.

EPIPHANY #3

I guess I should tell you about my third epiphany. It 
came three years after my second one. By this time I 
was living with Sammy, picking up a new chick every two 
months or so. You see, working on Kitty had been the 
greatest experience of my life, and when the time came 
to pass her on, I got to meet some of these friends of 
hers. There were two couples, one woman, and two men, 
all of them sadistic bastards-people after my own 
heart. So, like I said, I handed over my Kitty bitch, 
and everyone came and we had a big party, with her the 
center of attraction. She loved every minute of it, 
although by her screams you might not have guessed, and 
I got a great number of compliments for turning over 
such a well-trained piece.

I couldn't resist after that: the joy of breaking some 
cunt to my will, a few weeks of using them, and then 
get rid of them. No worries, no troubles. Sammy taught 
me how to make the grab with minimal risk, and I moved 
into her apartment where I could be with my cunts as 
much as possible. I was a bonanza to Sammy's little 
group, I tell you; they got some of the finest pieces 
of ass you've ever saw, all begging for it.

The problem was that I was a workingman, and my job was 
a real bitch. It limited my pleasures to specific 
times. This state of affairs went on for about three 
years, and I settled down into a somewhat satisfying 
rut of work and then home to another slut. It was then 
that, let's call him Mr. White, one of our little 
group, showed up at the door and said he wanted to 
speak to me.

Mr. White claimed that he had a special position 
available for me at his place of business. It was, he 
said, work I was used to, and paid very, very well. He 
wouldn't tell me anymore; tightlipped, he was, so I 
made an appointment with him to check this place out 
the next weekend and we left it at that.

I showed up on time, and was disappointed: he had given 
me the address for an independent meat delivery 
service-you know, those places that ship meats all over 
the country. As if I knew anything about that. There 
was nothing for me to go in and see what was up, so I 
did. The secretary was expecting me and directed me to 
Mr. White's office. His secretary, one of those good 
looking but mean weightlifting chicks, showed me right 
into his office. He nodded and then began telling me 
what the deal was, and things began to get interesting.
This meat delivery service was a real business, but it 
was also a front for certain illegal activities. It 
was, simply, the main processing center for the city 
and suburbs, one of many across the country. Oh ya, it 
processed meat, girl meat. You see, the organization 
was worldwide. In our little corner of the world, 
certain independent, the word he used was procurers, 
got the chicks and delivered them to agents of Mr. 
White, who then dropped them off here for processing 
before they were sent away to a central storehouse 
where they were sold.

That's were I came in, during the processing. You see, 
a certain amount of pictures had to be taken and 
paperwork had to be filled out, denoting race, hair 
color and style, weight, and numerical values for other 
tangibles as well as intangibles. The most important 
thing, though, was, what was the word he used?--oh ya, 
acclimating the cunts to their new lives as sex slaves. 
That was the job he offered me-breaking the bitches who 
came in. Oh ya, I told him, I was in like Flynn.

The nitty-gritty boiled down to this: I would hold one 
of two positions, since they processed between two 
hundred and five hundred chicks a year; I would have at 
most two days on each cunt, but one would be better; 
there were people who took the bitches and ran them 
through the wringer after I was done with then to see 
how well they were...acclimated. My job performance was 
based on their findings. Finally, my pay would be based 
on a small percentage of how much the cunts I broke 
were bought for, so I would probably do pretty well. 
Like I said, I jumped at the chance-who wouldn't 
(besides you I mean)? I started that Monday.

I showed up early with my special love potion on me and 
was shown through the warehouse to a door marked 
Authorized personnel only. I was authorized, and let 
myself in with my shiny new keys and entered a hallway 
leading to another door, with even more locks on it. I 
let myself through this one and entered a room about 
fifty feet by fifty feet square with a padded floor and 
all types of goodies lying around. What I liked most, 
though, was the piece of ass in the middle of the room.
She was standing with her legs spread far apart, ankles 
chained to the floor, and her arms tied together and 
secured to the ceiling. She was one of the finest 
pieces of cunt meat I had ever seen. At about five six 
with very short blond hair, high cheekbones, a generous 
mouth, and firm chin, she was beautiful. Her body was 
incredibly firm, perfectly proportioned with the play 
of muscles rippling just beneath silky white skin. 
Breasts round and full set off a flat, strong stomach 
and firm, muscular legs. She tried to speak through the 
ball gag in her mouth when she heard me come in-she was 
blindfolded-so I gave her a slap across the face and 
told her to shut up.

She shut up, all right, and I figured she had already 
gone through a lot. I mean, if I were to get my hands 
on a piece like that, I knew what I would do to it, 
over and over again. No time for that right now, 
though; I only had a day to turn this cunt into the 
perfect slave. I gave her a shot of the dope (under the 
toenail so it didn't show) and then read her file. Her 
name was Tracy, and she had been a diver for her 
college, which explained the hair and the body. 
Nineteen years old with her whole life in front of
her. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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