Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bestiality, Coercion, Cruelty, Discipline, Enema, Extreme, Humiliation, Male Domination, Older Male / Female, Prostitution, Rape, Torture, Violence, Water Sports/Pissing, Young
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Owen and I met when I was 12 and had begun dating a month before my 13th birthday, he had just turned 17. Shortly after my birthday, I gave it up to him. It wasn’t anything great at first, but it got better. He fucked me almost every day, nothing too rough or fantastic, not even any anal yet. It was summer, so we mostly smoked pot, went to the skate park, played video games, partied, and fucked.
On a Friday, Owen ran out of bud. He scrounged together a little bit of money and we headed over to his dealer’s house. I had been to the house once before, out in the country, about 20min outside of town. But, Owen had made me wait in the mini-van while he went in. This time when we pulled up, he asked me to come in with him, he looked nervous and kind of sweaty. I got out and walked up to the door, holding his hand. We rang the bell and a man let us in and directed us to the living room. The house was fucking giant; I was a little uncomfortable at how lavish things looked. From the outside, it didn’t look so expansive. We sat down, Owen looked so uncomfortable. It threw me off, he was always so cool and collected, I was nervous just looking at him.
Then a very handsome man, with a smile on his face walked into the room. Owen shifted in his seat. The man approached us and introduced himself to me as Eric; he took my hand in his and gently kissed it. Was this guy really the dealer that made Owen so nervous, he looked so warm and welcoming. He stood at about 6’6’’; he was slim, yet muscular. His hair was jet black with just a speckling of silver, his skin was olive and beautiful, his smile gleamed white. His warm voice was thick with a Latin accent, it was smooth and wonderful. There was something alluring about him, an immediate attraction and a need to please him. When he turned to Owen, his smile faded and coldness hit his eyes. “You came here, knowing you owe me 1k. Did you bring it?” he asked in a firm tone that seemed so far from the warmth I felt when he introduced himself to me. Owen stumbled over his words, “N-n-no, I just thought maybe we could work something out, I just some grass this time.”
Eric sighed and shook his head, “I spotted you last time with the ice, and I cannot do that again. I am a business man, not a charity. Is that why you brought her in with you this time, knowing how I appreciate young, beautiful creatures not yet spoiled and jaded? You thought seeing her would be enough to distract me, make me forget what you owe?” I had never had someone talk about me like that, as though I wasn’t in the room, like I was an object Owen owned, rather that the girl he was dating. But, the way he did it wasn’t completely off-putting. Owen just shook his head, unsure of what to say. “I could make a deal with you, a bargain. You owe me a considerable sum, your payment is overdue and I doubt you have any hope in getting the money together. Am I correct?” Eric asked. “I don’t have the money, sir, and I don’t know how to get it. What bargain would you like to make? Like, I work it off or something?” Owen seemed confused. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine what a man like Eric could want from a kid like Owen. What they could bargain that was worth 1k.
“As I see it, you have two choices. You’ll accept my offer, or you will be escorted out back by my security team. I can’t guarantee that you will leave there; they can get carried away. My offer is this; I want her from now until Monday morning at 6am. You both agree that she stays here and follows my every demand; your debt is squared away. I suppose her choice will depend on how much you mean to her and your choice on how much your life means to you,” Eric said this so coolly, without any hesitation. I was at a loss for words, as they both turned to me. Owen’s eyes misty and Eric’s twinkling. I could get lost in those hazel eyes. I snapped back to reality. Anything could happen to me here, from now until Monday. But, if I said no, Owen’s life was surely in my hands. “I’ll do it,” I couldn’t believe I was saying it, my mouth just opened and the words spilled out. I had some sort of trust in Eric, and yet I feared him. I had seen how quickly and easily he turned from the warm, charming man to the cold, ruthless one.
“You may leave now, Owen, your debt is payed,” Eric said as two men grabbed Owen and headed to the door, shoving the bag of pot into his hands. Eric beckoned me to him after we heard the front door slam. I walked over to him and he patted his leg, I sat. “Now my pet, we’re going to have fun this weekend,” with that he kissed me deeply, I had never been so turned on by a kiss, ever. Then he promptly shoved me down to the floor and took off his pants and underwear. “Eat my asshole, bitch,” he commanded of me. I had never done anything like that, I started to crawl backwards, and he grabbed me by the hair, slapped my face and spit on me. “You’ll learn very quickly in life that your place is please men. You are my bitch for the weekend, you will call me master, and you will obey everything I say, or you will regret it. You are my personal fuck toy. I will use you however I want, if you’re smart you’ll learn to love it. When you please me I will reward you, like the bitch that you are,” he sneered as he said these words. They sunk in and tears flowed from my eyes, I had never in my life been treated to terribly, and a part of me loved it. He then shoved my face in his ass and I began to lick all around his tight hole. He moaned and pressed me closer to him, “fuck it with your tongue, cunt.” I started to press my tongue into his hole; it tasted so bitter I could smell his sweat. I reached up and pushed my palm into his taint, massaging him as I drove my tongue deep into his asshole, curling it and swirling it. He moaned and began to ram his ass up and down on my tongue, his cock hardening. I started to rub his balls, roll them gently in my palms. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his shaft, “jerk me,” was all he said. I kept my tongue deep in him, finding it hard to breathe as he forced his ass onto my face. My hand pumped is cock hard, twisting my wrist as I jerked him off. After what seemed like ages, but was probably 15min, he pulled me back, one hand still wrapped in my hair, the other under my chin grabbing hard as he forced me to look at him. “Keep your fucking eyes open, whore, and look at me. Open you damn mouth and stick out your tongue. You are going to jack me onto your face and in your mouth. When I’m done, you make sure it all gets in your slutty mouth, show it me and swallow every drop. When I gift you with my cum, you thank your master,” he told me. I did as he said, he shot the first glob, it hit right on my tongue, the next in my mouth and finally right below my mouth. I had never seen so much thick, hot cum in my life. I took my finger and scooped it all in my mouth, showed him, and then swallowed. It tasted so fucking good; I couldn’t believe how much I loved it. “Thank you, master,” I said timidly. “Good girl, next time you tell me what you’re saying thank you for and how much you love it. Now kiss my cock to thank it. It’s your master too. I have a few gifts for your obedience, gutter whore,” he said in a warm tone. The next thing I knew, he was putting a silver choke collar around my neck, I shivered when the cold metal hit my skin, I erupted in goose bumps and my nipple hardened. It felt wonderful to wear his collar. “Strip,” Master said. I did.
I stood there naked and turned in slow circles as he watched. He reached out and lightly stroked my clit. I purred and shivered as he rubbed me. I loved feeling him touch my fully shaved pussy. Pulling it open and staring. Before I knew it he shoved two fingers in me. It hurt to have such a large intrusion in my tight cunt. I was surprised by how wet I already was and how good it felt as he finger fucked me, wiggling his fingers on my g-spot as he roughly shoved them in and out of me. I came in two minutes, my legs got weak, but he stayed inside of me, now shoving a third finger and going deeper, and harder. His face full of anger, “You think you can fucking cum whenever you please? You cum when you are granted permission, tramp. Bitches get to cum when their master feels generous, it is earned. Now you will be punished.” His fingers hurt so bad, I began to cry and tried to apologize. He slapped me with wet fingers when I tried to speak. He fucked me hard again with three fingers. Then shoved them in my mouth and made me lick them clean. He pushed me down onto my hands and knees then shoved two almost dry fingers deep into my ass. I screamed out, that seemed to encourage him, for the next twenty minutes he raped my ass with his fingers. When he finished I lay on the floor panting and crying so hard. He kicked me in the ribs, grabbed my collar and started to drag me up the nearby stairs. When we reached his room, I was dropped on the floor next to his bed. He grabbed a box and walked into the master bath, ordering me to get my ass in the air and stay that way with my eyes closed. When he returned, I felt something rubber enter in anus, heard a snap and then felt something hot and liquid begin to enter me. He stepped on my shoulders with one foot, holding me there. I began to get the worst cramps as my first enema entered my bowels. He was laughing as I was shaking. He had heated the solution to a scorching temperature and emptied 2 quarts into me. When it was all in me, he shoved a lubed 5inch around plug into my tight, virgin ass. I remember hearing screams of torture and feeling the worst cramps inside of me, until he slapped me, I had no idea that I was the one screaming. He flipped me over, and attached a bar in between my ankles, then handcuffed my wrists to it. The position hurt so fucking bad, I was sobbing. Then he moved over to me on his knees, lined up his hard cock to my pussy lips and began fucking me. I thought the pain was already the worst in my life, and then it tripled as he pounded me, palm pushing on my abdomen. He asked me if I liked my punishment and applied all his weight on my stomach until I told him I loved the way it felt and begged to hold it in longer and take it like this every day. I hated myself in those moments, and I hated him. Then he resumed fucking me and ordered me to cum around his dick. Five minutes later, I had the greatest orgasm of my life while he raped my pussy, his head pounding into my cervix. I cried harder after I came, humiliated that I could enjoy what he was doing to me. Then everything went black.
I woke up the next morning to him fucking my sore, tight pussy. Master explained that I had blacked out from the pain, then I was showered and the enema let out and then he let 3 men rape me over and over. I was told I became lucid for parts of it, but I have no memory of that night. He pushed my head down and told me to wrap my lips around him if I wanted breakfast. He came and I swallowed it greedily, I began to pull back when he was done, but was held in place. He pissed down my throat and held me there, unable to breathe until I swallowed it all. Then I was allowed to go take a shower.
When I got out, Master drug me out of the room and shoved me down the stairs, at the bottom, his guard grabbed me and drug me out back. I was hooked up to a lead and a water dish was set out. I was ordered to stay on my hands and knees and that if I was caught picking up the water bowl, it would be taken away. Then he pulled down his pants and started to piss on my back. He then walked inside. I began lapping up the water, I was so thirsty. Another man walked outside, silently he got behind me on his knees and started fucking my dry ass, I screamed, to silence me, he shoved my face in the water, pulling me up as I was about to pass out. Giving me only a few breaths and then shoving me back down. When he left another came, then another, and endless stream of men, I stopped counting after 20, came and fucked me in every hole, in every way, torturing me, cumming in me; making me thank them afterwards. Night had fallen; I’d been out here all day. Soon, Men came and set up 50 chairs or so, in a circle. I was drug to the center and made to wait there. Then the seats started to fill with men, one after another. Some would come up to me, spread me, prod me, and treat me like the prized bitch in a dog show. I was fastly figuring out, that was exactly what I was. Then last of all, Master came out, patted my head, smiled at me and sat down. Then into the circle came a giant white dog, with a huge red cock hanging out. I tried to run when I saw it, the handlers held me down, led it to me. I felt his paws around my ribs, holding so tight, claws digging deep. Then I felt his heat jabbing around down near my pussy. Hit hot cock hit my clit and I shivered, a few men laughed at me. Then he hit the spot, his long shaft hammered into my tight cunt. His dick was so hot, and he was fucking me so hard, I tried to get away and he bit the back of my neck, I cried out. The dog continued to assault me mercilessly. As his steaming dick pistoned out of me, I began to feel it, my orgasm. I tried to hold back, to tell myself how disgusting this was. But my body took over, my cunt spasmed and I came so hard, squeezing his doggy cock. He shot burning ropes of cum inside my hot pussy, I came over and over again, hating myself for how good it felt. Then I felt him get still and he started getting bigger. I started freaking out, he was fucking knotting inside of me, I screamed for help, looked around and saw every one of the men was rubbing their hard dicks and watching my humiliation. It felt like a baseball was inside of me. It hurt worse than anything my pussy had endured. The dog tried to pull out; he whined in my ear and bit my neck again, struggling. He turned around so that we were ass to ass and began dragging me. Men were laughing and grunting while they watched our struggle. Finally with a loud pop, his dick was out of me, and it felt like gallons of liquid seeped out of my cunt. I knew I was gaping. Then flashes started to go off, pictures, and to my horror, a video camera I hadn’t noticed. Soon the audience slowed down, as another dog was led out. I took 3 dogs in my cunt that night, and two in my ass. My holes were wide open afterwards. The men took turns fisting me, taking my degradation even further. I cried more than ever. Then they all stood around me once more and began to jerk themselves. I begged them not to, knowing what was to come, literally. I was covered in at least a hundred ropes of cum by the end. It was all recorded on video and in pictures.
The men left, I was hosed off with freezing water, a few pills shoved down my throat. Then master made me worship his cock for an hour with my mouth, choking me before allowing me to taste his delicious cum and go to sleep.
The next morning I was taken to an empty room, tied suspended from the ceiling by my wrists. A bucket of ice cold water thrown on me and another set in the room. Master came in with a leather belt. He dipped the belt in the water, wrapped it around his hand and hit me with full strength on the ass, buckle side. I screamed. He made me count out loud. Was to get 50 on my ass, 50 on my pussy and 50 on my tits and stomach, if I counted each blow aloud and didn’t try to turn from him, it would go smoothly. Each time I couldn’t count the number or tried to turn away, or failed to thank him for the beatings, the set he was working on would begin again. Altogether from my mistakes, my involuntary movements, and my screams I ended up with 400 whips from the buckle end of his belt. I was covered in bruises and cuts, from the neck down. He then wrapped the belt around my neck and made me fuck him with my ass and pussy until he came inside each. I had cum dripping from me all down my legs. Then he pissed again on me, all over me.
“Did you learn anything from me, whore?” he asked. “Yes, master, I am nothing except a play toy for men. I am to obey and love pleasing them, making them cum, and in return they may favor me with pleasure. But my real pleasure is theirs,” I responded. “Good girl, he stroked my cheek. I called Owen; you get to leave early because I must leave for business tonight. But, I will purchase your body for my pleasure from him again, because he truly owns you. Mmmm, right, bitch?” he asked. “Yes, Master, he owns my body. Thank you for the use and the training,” I said in a flat tone.
He left the room; I must have passed out hanging there, because the next thing I knew, Own was there. He gently untied me and picked me up, crying and quietly apologizing to me, Eric handed him a DVD, envelope of pictures and $500 on our way out. The DVD and pictures were of me. A note was attached to the money, “For my cum dumpster,” was all it said.