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 A simple Sadist

   Let me start my telling you that I am not a nice guy.  I am a sadist.  I
like to watch others suffer and I like to make others suffer.  I don't mean
that I like to watch people get hurt or to whip someone.  I mean that I
like to watch real and deep emotional and physical suffering.

   Outwardly, and as a friend, I am one of the nicest people that you will
find.  I am loyal to a fault and I always try to treat others with respect
and kindness.  However, when it comes to the women that I am with, I like
to make them suffer.

   The things that I am about to tell you are just a few examples of the
type of suffering that I enjoy.

   It was about 4 years ago that I met a girl by the name of Melanie.  She
has been and remains my favorite person to torture over the years.  I make
pretty good use out of her, too.

   Melanie is about five feet ten inches tall.  She has a nice figure - not
perfect but nice.  Her chest is above average, though I can't speak for the
cup size since I've never checked.  She has a small and rather long waist.
Her legs are quite long and shapely and she has a surprisingly large ass
for being as long and lean as she is.  She has brownish curly hair that
reaches her waist.  All in all, she is quite a beauty.

   I met her at an amusement park.  She was the girlfriend of one of my
buddy's friends.  She and I got on rather well and became friends, of a
sort.  Mostly, I was her "girlfriend".  That is, she told me all of her
problems and I helped her solve them.

   It was about 3 years ago that things changed for us.  She called me on
the phone asking if she could come over to my place.  As it turns out she
had just broken up with her boyfriend and was pretty miserable.  Of course,
I told her to come over.  And, I must say, I had no ill intentions or
thoughts other than to comfort her as a friend.

   That night she complained to me about all the bullshit that is common in
relationships and especially about the sex.  She was 19 years old and not
ready to have sex with her boyfriend of 6 weeks and he was not satisfied
with just getting blowjobs anymore.

   She slept in my arms that night.

   It was the next morning when she and I began talking at breakfast that I
discovered something I had not noticed about her before despite all of our
previous conversations.  It turns out that she has a submissive streak a
mile wide and has given a blowjob to almost every guy that she has dated.
She told me she felt obligated.

   Of course, I was a bit aroused by this little bit of information. 
Still, I was her friend and despite being attracted to her I felt that I
had to be a good guy and let her vent.  And so, she told me all of her
sexual history.

   It really wasn't much to talk about.  I learned that she gave blowjobs,
hated to swallow cum or even taste it.  She couldn't deep throat despite
her best efforts and she felt very intimidated by the whole "sex thing", as
she put it.  And she had never had an orgasm and didn't know if she could
have one at all.  What it came down to was that she did not like sex but
felt an overpowering urge to please the man that she was with.

   Later that night I took her to dinner.  We had a nice night at a nice
restaurant.  We laughed, had a few beers and made general ass's of
ourselves.  Then we came back to my place.  And almost as soon as we sat
down on the couch she unzipped my pants and started giving me a blowjob.

   And, as if to prove what she told me earlier about not liking to
swallow, she pulled away just as I came.  I didn't really mind her pulling
away though, since I was not expecting to get a blowjob at all.

   For most of the night I just held her and listened to her troubles.  She
cried and told me about all of the things in her life that made her feel
inferior and sad and insecure.  She rambled on and on about her parents and
her ex-boyfriends and the like.  Basically, it was the same bullshit that
every teenager feels - at 13 years old.  She was way behind the curve
emotionally.  Fortunately, for me, she was eager to make others happy.

   For the next week she stayed at my house, only going to her apartment to
get a few things.  I didn't pressure her to do anything at all.  Still, she
gave a blowjob almost every night.  I will say that she was quite adept and
giving blowjobs but I really hated her pulling away at the last moment. 
But, who looks a gift horse in the mouth?

   Finally, she decided she didn't need to stay with me and that she was
over the depression and disappointment at the loss of her boyfriend.  So,
she packed up her few belongings and left for home.

   As it turns out, she was wrong about not needing to stay with me.  She
called me almost immediately after she arrived home.  So, she called me up
to tell me that she missed me and to ask if she could she come back.  I
fought her off a bit, eventually caving in.

   This was the point in our relationship when my little "friend switch"
kicked over and I slid her into the "just another chick to fuck with"
category.  Too bad for her, I guess.

   Mel arrived at the door 10 minutes after we were off the phone.  As I
expected, she began giving me a blowjob shortly after arriving.  This time,
however, I told her that if she was going to do this that she was going to
have to swallow.  And when she said "No" I made her stop.

   That garnered a predictable reaction - she cried and complained.  Then
she let it all out about how inferior she was and how she couldn't please
me or any man and all sorts of bullshit that I didn't really listen to. 
Still, I did the comforting routine even as the gears were grinding away
and I began thinking of ways to take advantage of the situation.

   After she calmed down I pushed her head down into my lap and had her
suck my cock.  As I did so I told her how she was going to take my cum in
her mouth and how she was going to swallow it.  Her response was a simple
full-mouthed "Mmm, hmm." and a tiny nod.

   For the next 30 minutes she sucked my cock.  I made her take long slow
strokes and then short fast strokes with her mouth.  For much of the
blowjob I allowed her to use her hands.  Other moments she had to hold her
hands behind her back as I pushed her head up and down on my cock.

   When I came I held her head down on my cock, pulling her all the way
down my shaft as I squirted into her mouth.  And then, even after I was
done, I told her not to move back and to keep sucking without moving
anything but her tongue.  I watched her grimace around my cock as she
swallowed the congealing liquid that she had tried not to swallow.

   Finally, after my cock was soft and the fluid had stop flowing from my
cock, I allowed her to pull away.  When she started to the bathroom to
rinse out her mouth I stopped her.  Then I told her that I didn't want her
to rinse her mouth.  I told her that it was insulting and that, if she did
rinse out, it would be the last blowjob she gave me.  As predicted, she
stayed put.

   The next week or so followed in similar form.  She would go home,
intending to stay and then end up at my house giving me a blowjob.

   Eventually, I decided to make better use of her.  Blowjobs are nice but
they aren't everything.  Besides the sadist in me was getting edgy and
wanted to come out from under the bed.  That is, I wanted to see how much
humiliation she could take.

   It was about the 7th week of all of this that I told her I didn't want
to do this.  I told her that we were friends and shouldn't be doing things
like this.  Besides, I am not much for blowjobs and like so much more and I
could never expect her to be the kind of woman I wanted.  And besides, we
have too good of a friendship to take a chance with.

   I didn't much care if we weren't friends.  I just wanted to manipulate
her.  Hell, I figured that the worst scenario was that I would still get an
occasional blowjob.  If, on the other hand, things went the way I planned
that I could take out my sadistic tendencies on her.  As it turned out, my
sadistic tendencies were a winner.

   She began crying.  And then she told me how she had come to care for me
and needed me as more than a friend.  She told me how she liked to please
me, even if it meant she had to do things she didn't enjoy, like swallowing
my cum when she gave me a blow job.  And she begged me to reconsider us as
more than friends.  Besides, we were ideal for each other having started as
friends.

   It was a load of shit, but what could I do?  I had her right where I
wanted her, after all.  And so, I told her not to worry.  I told her that
if she really wanted to be with me that I would give it a try.  I told her
a lot of other bullshit, ending it with a simple "...and I hope it won't
ruin us as friends." And that is when we started on my little trip down my
special, sadistic path.

   Almost immediately I started mistreating the poor girl.  I didn't beat
her or anything.  I just used her guilt, her need for approval and her
submissive tendencies to my advantage.  I also took care to push her to
those areas that she was less than fond of.

   One of the first chores I assigned her was to remove all of her body
hair.  I presented her with a trimmer, a razor, and some very good shaving
cream designed to prevent razor burn.  She wasn't particularly happy with
this arrangement since it meant she had to shave her arms, legs and that
lovely little bush between her legs.  Still, she shaved without a fight. 
And the one time she missed a spot was the last.  The guilt trip I provided
her with was enough to make certain of that.

   We had a lot of talks early on.  She thought it was because I really
cared and wanted to be sure about us.  She was always worried that I was
ready to end things and was always ready to talk.  Truth be told, I just
wanted to know how far I could push her and how far she had already gone.
As it turns out, not only did her personal issues allow me to completely
dominate her, but also I was able to drive her into a more needy emotional
level.

   Putting my control over her to work, one night, I decided to bind her to
my bed.  She was not happy about it but still suffered it with fair
stoicism.

   I applied leather cuffs to each wrist and ankle and then applied a nylon
strap to the corners of my bed and each cuff.  Then I used a crank
tensioner to tighten the nylon straps, stretching her to the point of pain.
In fact, it was her cries of pain that told me that I had tightened her
enough.  And, though I really didn't care, I asked her if I should loosen
her a little, telling her that I wouldn't want to hurt her - not really -
and if she really needed me to loosen her up and let her go that I would.
Of course, she declined, preferring to please me.

   Soon after, I climbed up onto the bed and straddled her face.  Already
hard, I unzipped my fly and pushed my cock into her mouth and to the back
of her throat only pulling back as she gagged.  Still, I wasn't easy on her
and tears were soon coming from her eyes as I pushed my cock in and out of
her mouth and throat.

   She gagged and coughed and sputtered here and there, tears flowing from
her eyes, but I never stopped forcing my cock into her throat.  Amazingly,
she never stopped trying to suck me, either.  Soon, I filled her mouth with
cum, making her choke and cough.  It was almost comical watching as cum was
coughed out of her throat and out onto her face.

   Seeing her suffering, coughing and her face dripping in cum, excited me
further.  Generously, I used my cock to wipe the coughed up cum from her
face and into her mouth.  More than anything it spread it all around her
face, giving her a sort of glow that can only be achieved with tears and
cum.

   After I was done with her for that moment I dressed and left the
bedroom, heading to the living room to watch TV.  As I left her I told her
to remain quiet until I told her she could talk again.  About an hour later
I returned to her stretched body.  She was red faced and sweaty.  Clearly
she was in pain as I could see the tendons in her limbs tight under her
skin.  She looked to me as if to ask for release.  Still, she said nothing,
obeying me as I hoped she would.

   I undressed and climbed onto the bed to lie on her stretched body.  My
body weight combined with the painful bondage must have been terribly
painful.  She moaned at the pain that my weight caused her.  Still, she
said nothing, whimpering through the pain.

   I began rubbing my hardening cock between her legs.  At long last, I
thrust inside her nearly dry sex.  I fucked her hard, eliciting more pain
filled moans.  From time to time I climbed off of her to straddle her face
and push my cock into her mouth.  She grimaced each time, disliking being
forced to taste her own juices.  As for me, I savored every moment of
discomfort that I gave her.

   I was near to climaxing after only a short time, knowing her unhappy
state and disgusted at having to taste her own juices.  And I must say that
the site of her lips wrapped around my cock as I thrust into her mouth was
almost too much for me to take.  Still, I managed to hold back, wanting to
savor this torture.

   Finally, after an hour of fucking her pussy and mouth I was ready. 
Pulling out of her, I grabbed hold of my cock and stroked the rest of my
way to climax.  Moments later, I was squirting cum onto her belly and
chest. When I was spent, I rubbed my cock across her body, spreading my
semen across her.

   It was late when I was done with her.  So, I released her from her
bondage and let her use the bathroom.  I ordered her not to wash her face
or anyplace that I had cum.  Her look told me that she was not too pleased
with the command.  The sweat and cum that remained on her face and belly
when she exited the bathroom were the evidence of her submission to my
command.

   The next few months played out very similarly.  Sometimes I would cum on
her body and other times I would cum in her mouth or on her face.  Never
once was she allowed to clean herself after I was through, always having to
spend her night covered in our sweat and, often, my cum.

   During that period of time she did manage to learn to take my cock into
her throat without choking.  I made certain to utilize that to my
advantage. Many was the time that I fucked her mouth, sliding in and out of
her mouth and throat as if it were her pussy.  And, though she never
complained, it was clear that she never liked having to swallow my cum or
have it cover her body for the entire night.

   Weekends were the worst for her, I think.  On those days I did not have
to work so I could abuse her in the mornings.  Often, I would pull out of
her mouth or pussy and shoot my semen on her face and not allow her to
clean it up, forcing her to wear my cum for entire days at a time.

   There were even a few occasions when I made her suck my cock in the car
on the way to breakfast.  Those days I would make certain she had a fresh
layer of cum on her face when we entered a local eatery.  Sometimes people
would notice, especially if she had a particularly large dab of cum on her
face.  Other times no one would notice.  Either way, she was thoroughly
humiliated.

   The next little perversion that I tried on her was to make her fuck me
with her ass.  She was not happy with that and she was not terribly
cooperative.  Well, at least, not at first.

   I was talking to her one night after dinner.  She was between my legs
giving me my standard after dinner blowjob.  I was talking about wanting to
try different things.  That's when I told her that it was time for her to
learn to like getting as fucked.

   So, I pushed her away and told her to go get something to lubricate her
ass with.  That got her to talking fast and hard.  She told me how there
was no way she was going to let me fuck her ass and she was not about to
get any lubrication!  According to her, I could just forget about the whole
idea!

   I think I smiled at her.  "I'll be right back, honey" I told her as I
left the room, "Be naked when I get back."

   A few moments later, when I returned, she was naked, as I had told her.
Her eyes grew wide when she saw the can of lard that I was carrying. 
"What's the lard for?" she asked.

   She knew exactly what it was for and I didn't offer anything other than
some quiet commands.  "I want you to go around to the back of the couch. 
Then I want you to bend over and grab hold of the couch back.  I am going
to fuck you up the ass.  Do you understand?" I asked.

   She nodded "No" at the same time that she complied with my order.  It
was funny to hear her tell me how she would not allow me to fuck her ass,
even as she did as she was told.

   To be quite honest, I was surprised that I did not have to tie her down.
That she was obeying me as she fought was of great pleasure to me.  Never
before had I been with a woman who was so compliant as she was.  And,
though I had gauged her as being submissive and needy to extremes, I had no
idea that she would be so compliant at this stage of the game.

   Casually, I walked over behind her and sat the can of lard down on her
back.  She was rattling on and on about how she wouldn't allow me to fuck
her ass and how I "had another thing coming" if I thought I was going to
shove my cock up her ass.  But, when I pulled the cheeks of her ass wide
and pushed by finger into her ass, she shut up, gasping in shock.

   Pulling my finger out of her ass I dipped it into the can of lard,
pulling out a large dollop and spread it over her asshole.  She gasped
again, complaining and telling me that I was not going to fuck her ass "no
matter what I thought!"

   After greasing her asshole with lard I pushed my finger back into her
ass.  She pulled her right hand from the couch, toppling the can of lard
from her back and grabbed my hand, pulling my finger from her hole.  She
looked into my eyes and told me that that was enough and that she was done
with this.

   I hardly moved.  I merely stared back at her and told her to put her
hand back on the couch immediately.  She didn't move, still staring me
down.

   "NOW!" I told her.  "Put your hand back on the couch."

   She looked shocked as she let go of my hand and turned back to face the
couch.  It was all that I could do to keep from smiling or giggling like a
child with a new toy.

   I bent down and picked the can of lard up, setting it on her back, and
continued with my intentions.  For the next several minutes I slid my
fingers in and out of her ass, greasing her up with more and more lard.

   Her constant chatter only increased my excitement as every word from her
mouth detailed how I was not going to accomplish what I was, obviously,
about to accomplish.  And all the while, she stood, bent over and grasping
the couch in obeisance to my orders.

   By the time she was greased up to my satisfaction I was ready to burst.
I had been so excited at her protesting cooperation that I was close to
orgasm without even getting my cock inside of her.  She was still going on
about how she did not want her ass fucked and how she was not going to let
me fuck her ass when I pulled the can of lard off of her back and put it on
the ground beside her.

   Soon as the can was on the floor I began removing my pants.  She was
still chattering at me about how I could fuck her pussy or her mouth but
never her ass.  Still, she was bent over, lubricated and ripe for the
taking.

   I stood behind her with my cock in my hand, stroking myself with my
lard-covered hand.  I looked up from her ass to see her looking ahead of
her, even as she rattled on and on.  Then, I pressed my cock against her
closed and well-greased asshole and pushed in.  She stopped talking
immediately, sucking in air and throwing her head back and forth.  A sudden
"NO!" screamed out of her as I pulled back and began fucking her.

   I grabbed her hips and began thrusting in long and slow motions.  She
looked back at me, tears in her eyes and begged me to stop.  "Please, I'll
do anything if you stop" she begged.

   I stopped moving, her begging had only made this more enticing but my
sadistic streak was aroused again.  Standing behind her with my cock in her
ass, not moving I told her that if she wanted I would not fuck her ass. 
Instead, I told her, she could fuck me with her ass.

   Then, I slapped her posterior and commanded she begin fucking me. 
"Now." I hissed at her.  She sniffed.  Then, she bowed her head down to the
couch back and started to work.

   I watched as her ass slide back and forth over my cock, making it
disappear inside of her only to re-appear instants later.  I watched the
tears flow from her eyes when she would turn her head towards me and beg me
to let her stop fucking me.  I almost shot my load right their but I
managed to hold back even as she obeyed my command to fuck me harder.

   Eventually, I pulled from her ass and walked into the bedroom, pulling
her by the hand.  Then I lay on the bed and told her to straddle me facing
my feet.  Once she was straddling me I told her to sit up, take my cock in
her hand and slide it in her ass.  She did so, crying and begging not to do
it.  Then I made her fuck me again.

   After only a few minutes I had her bouncing on my cock, crying and
begging to stop, telling me how much it hurt.  Still, I was relentless.  A
sadist like me does not relent when they are in absolute control of someone
like Mel.

   She hated it.  She hated thrusting her ass down on my cock.  She hated
the pain and the degradation of it all.  She begged to stop, crying and
asking why I would make her do something so painful and awful.  And the
more she begged and cried the more excited I got.

   I made her lay down on top of me and then I rolled us over so that I was
on top of her.  Now it was I who was fucking her.  And then, too soon, it
was over.  I climaxed hard, jabbing my cock deeper into her ass.  She cried
out in pain from my sudden spasms that jerked her ass up and down.  And
then, I filled her ass with cum.

   For the next several minutes we didn't move.  I held her on top of me,
my cock softening in her ass.  And then, finally, I rolled off of her.

   She didn't move.  She just lay still and quiet except for a few sobs.

   It's a fine line that people like me walk.  People like me tend to
humiliate people beyond their boundaries and give them a good mind fuck
that is, generally damaging to their psyches.  The fine line is in the
knowing where to stop and how far to push a particular individual.  This
night, I gambled that I could push further.

   She was laying on her side.  I noticed that there was fluid coming from
out of her ass.  It was cum mixed with lard and whatever the hell else
resides in there.  Softly, I reached out and rubbed my finger in the
liquid. Then, I slipped closer, put my arm around her and then slipped that
finger in her mouth.

   I must have done it 3 times when she finally wondered what I was doing.
I will tell you that she was not pleased when I told her.  Frankly, I
didn't give a rat's ass.  I knew that I could do anything to her, at this
point, and it wouldn't matter.  She needed me and she was going to do
whatever I wanted her to do.  Tonight had proven her vulnerability to me.

   Sure she might protest.  But I knew she would not stop me with anything
I wanted to do.  It's good being a crutch for a submissive woman with an
inferiority complex.

   I didn't fuck her ass for about a week after that first time.  I wanted
to give her a little time to soak it up.  She told me that the whole ordeal
made feel ashamed.  She told me a lot of other bullshit too.  I didn't
care. But I did want to work it a bit.  So, rather than just jump right
back I worked it, telling her there was no shame in what we did while
encouraging her to feel shame in subtle ways.

   When I did finally fuck her ass again it was very similar to the first
time.  She protested and complained.  But, in the end, she still took it up
her ass like I knew she would.

   Pretty soon, I was fucking her ass every night amid her protests.  And,
disgusted as she was by eating cum from her ass the first time, she never
failed to do as commanded.

   Most surprising was that she didn't even protest a little when I began
alternating from her ass to her mouth.  She didn't even protest when I
started having her clean my cock after I was done with her ass.  That was a
bit of a disappointment.  Still, I had a little thrill knowing she hated
doing it.

   I am not certain how long we were in this little routine but it was for
at least a few months.  She never liked getting ass fucked or eating cum
whether it was fresh from my cock or fresh from her ass.  She did as
commanded, without much protest even, but she never enjoyed it.

   Something that I found interesting was that she could never cum from
sex. It didn't matter how long I took or what I did, she couldn't cum
vaginally or anally.  In fact, she told me, at some point, that she never
liked how sex felt and that it always caused her discomfort.  The only way
she had ever cum was through clitoral stimulus with a vibrator.

   I don't have a vibrator.  I never bought her one.  Really, her admission
of her feelings toward sex only made things more enjoyable for me.

   Eventually, I decided to try more ways to humiliate her.  So, I took her
out into my back yard and had her strip.  And as she was stripping I told
her exactly what I was going to do.  Of course, she protested even as she
cooperated.

   Soon, she was on her knees, hands behind her back with her head back and
mouth wide open.  She was crying when the first stream of piss filled her
mouth.  She turned away, coughing and sputtering.  Then she screamed at me
for what I was doing.  I only told her to get back into position and open
her mouth.  Unhappily, she did so.

   This time she did not turn away.  When I stopped the stream and told her
to close her mouth and swallow she nodded "No" even as she closed her
mouth, holding it in her mouth.

   "Swallow." I commanded her.  As expected, she obeyed.  And once she had
swallowed her initial mouth full she got to enjoy doing so again.  Soon,
she had swallowed a bladder full of my piss.  When all was said and done
she remained on her knees, tears streaming from her eyes as I hose her off.


   I didn't bother to comfort her.  I didn't really care how she felt.  I
did praise her a bit, bolstering her feeling of my approval.  Somehow, that
was enough for Mel.  Somehow, that made everything all right for her.  She
was one fucked up girl and I was going to fuck her up some more.

   A few weeks after her first piss swallowing she officially moved in with
me.  She held a rummage sale and sold most of the useless items and stored
the rest in my garage.  I was a bit surprised that it was so easy getting
her to move in with me considering all that she had been through.  But, she
needed me.  I was the only thing keeping her sane.  I almost burst out
laughing when she told me so.

   It was about the fourth week after she began living with me that I had
her quit her job.  That was the last anyone ever saw of her.  At least, it
was the last time anyone of her old friends and acquaintances ever saw of
her.

   As soon as she got home from her final day at work I locked a stainless
steel collar on her neck and stainless steel cuffs on her wrists and
ankles. And the only clothing she was allowed to wear at home were some red
stiletto heels that I required her to wear at all times.

   She learned very quickly how handy it was to have her in permanent
restraints.  The first night in her cuffs I bound her to my bed.  Her
wrists were locked to my headboard and so were her ankles.  She received
her first beating followed by a good hard ass fucking.  And though she
cried, I never let up nor did I have mercy on her.  When I came, pushing my
cock into her mouth, I commanded she hold the viscous liquid in her mouth.
An hour later she was allowed to swallow it down.

   A month or so into living together she asked if she could have a serious
talk with me.  Of course, I agreed.  During this talk she explained how she
really did not like being fucked or giving blowjobs but that she understood
that it was a necessary part of any relationship.  She said she didn't much
care for the bondage either but that she could endure it fairly easily. 
Also, she told me that she detested getting ass fucked and swallowing my
piss.  Then she had the audacity to ask me to please not fuck her ass or
make her swallow piss anymore.

   I told her that I understood.  And I told her that I sympathized with
her.  Basically, I told her all of the bullshit that she needed to hear
from me.  And then I told her that I needed everything that I was doing to
her and more.  And then I told her I was likely to put her through worse
ordeals.

   Finally, I dropped the anchor on her head when I told her that I
understood that she was leaving me and that I didn't blame her.  We could
remain friends if she wanted to do so and I would never have any bad
feelings for her.

   I would have gagged at the things I was saying had I meant any one of
them.  But, I am a manipulator and cared only to have my own interests and
lust satisfied.

   As I predicted, she did not want to break up with me and she loved me
and needed me and blah, blah, blah.  Basically, I now had free reign to
abuse her in any way I wanted because she understood that I had "unusual"
needs.

   Besides, she told me how she knew that I needed and loved her and I was
only taking out my aggressions on her as a result of some "deeply repressed
emotions".  It was like I was writing her lines for her.

   The next weekend she spent sucking my cock and swallowing cum and piss.
The only time when her mouth was not on my cock was when she was using the
bathroom or getting something for me.  As for me, I hardly moved that
weekend.

   As the months went by we settled into a nice routine.  I would go to
work every day and she would clean the house.  When I arrived at home she
was expected to be kneeling by the door with her hands behind her.  As soon
as I sat on the couch she was expected to unzip my fly and service me. 
After that she would fix us dinner and we would talk for a while - she
always wanted to talk.  The rest of the evening was up in the air as were
the weekends.

   Some time after we had settled into our routine I had an idea hit me. 
So, I sallied out into my garage and began designing a model for a new toy
that Mel would hate.  And, when I finally had the design laid out I put my
sweat to it.  Soon, I had a full working model that was ready to install in
my house.

   I am sure that she was curious about what I was doing, pulling up some
carpet near a wall and then drilling holes in the floor beneath.  I never
told her what I was doing, she would find out soon enough.  And once my
preparations were finished I began installing my newest creation.

   I bolted the round base to the floor.  Then, I attached the platform to
the base.  It was round and about 2 feet in diameter and had a short rod
jutting out of it that had a crank.  Attached to the short rod was another,
thicker rod that had a small seat like piece at the top and short threaded
post sticking out from it.  To this I attached a six-inch phallus that was
three inches in diameter at the bottom two inches of the shaft and about
two inches in diameter at the top four inches of the shaft.

   Once I had the device assembled I told Mel to step up on to its base. 
Slowly and rather mournfully she approached, asking me for mercy after she
realized what it was for.  Once she was up on the base I backed her to the
phallus that jutted from the tiny seat and began turning the crank at the
bottom of the post.

   Soon, the phallus was inside her ass with the thickest part just
beginning to force entry.  She squirmed and begged me not to make her take
the thick part in her ass.  For a change, I was merciful.  I told her that
she did not have to take the thickest part up her ass but that she would
have to endure standing here for the next hour or so.

   I don't think I have to say that she was quite relieved.  The phallus
was rather large and likely to cause her quite a bit of pain.  Too bad her
relief was so short lived.

   I stood back for a moment and admired how she looked standing on this
"display stand", as I quickly named it.  She was quite lovely standing with
her legs slightly apart, a long rod pushing up from her feet and
disappearing into her ass.

   Of course, I was not satisfied and had no intentions of leaving her like
this.  It was too easy.  So, I had her lift her left foot so I could remove
her red stiletto.  After releasing that foot I performed the same task with
the other foot.  In a moment, she was standing on tip toe, trying with all
of her might not to sink down onto the thickest part of the phallus.

   One of the things that I liked most about my little invention was that
it was a relatively safe little gadget.  It was also not an easy thing to
escape from, even with free arms.  The phallus extended far enough into her
ass to keep her from being able to jump from it.  The tiny seat would keep
her from sliding down to far on the phallus and hurting herself.  And the
seat, with the phallus protruding from the middle, was too small to use to
help her off of it.  I thought it the perfect torture device.

   After only fifteen minutes of standing on her toes she was sweating
profusely.  It was clear that her calves were burning and that she would
soon give out.  Still she fought the inevitable, detesting what was already
filling her ass while fearing what was soon to be in her ass.

   After only thirty minutes she was flat footed and fully impaled on the
thickest part of the phallus.  She stood crying, begging me to take her
down.  I only smiled as I sat on the couch and flipped on the TV.

   After about three hours, I took her down.  She collapsed into my arms
the moment she was free.  Fro there, I carried her into the bathroom and
showered with her.

   Once clean I took her to bed, locked her hands together and to the
headboard for the night.  Then, I rolled her to her belly and fucked her
sore ass, rolling her over to cum in her mouth.  She uttered not a word and
put up no fight, only moaning a bit when I fucked her.

   She has since gotten used to the stand.  It is a daily ordeal for her.
From time to time I enlarge the size of the phallus.  She is well capable
of taking in a phallus the size of large beer bottle.  She still doesn't
like it, but she does it for me "because she knows I need her".

   I guess the human mind can rationalize anything.

   I guess, it was about a year into living together that I started
parading her around a couple of my friends.  Actually, it was her choice to
parade around them.  Previously, I had put her in the bedroom on the
display stand until my friends had left.

   When I gave her the choice of being naked in front of my friends or
enduring the display stand for hours at a time, she chose against the
stand. It was an unhappy choice, but it was relatively easy for her.

   Since she was out and about, in her heels, I determined to make good use
of her.  She was required to serve us by getting us drinks or food or
whatever suited us at the moment.

   Initially, my friends were a bit uneasy around her.  They weren't
exactly sure what to make of it or how to treat her.  After only a few
times of enjoying her parading around, they became more comfortable with
the situation.

   It was soon after that when one of my friends mentioned how lucky I was
to have a girl like her.  He told me that he dreamed of having a girl that
he could control the way I did.  So, I sold her to him for a day.  For only
two hundred dollars he could do whatever he wanted to do to her.  My only
stipulation was that he couldn't hurt her or leave any marks.

   When I revealed my plan to Mel she was furious.  After a short talking
to and a few tears, she agreed to do it for me.  And all it took was a "I
don't know why I want this but I do" and a "It will make me so happy". 
Before long, three of my friends were regular customers, using her for
menial chores and to fuck and humiliate.

   I had her down pat.  She was eager to please, suffered from feeling
inferior and she loved me.  Besides, she told me that I would eventually
see how much I loved her and that what I was doing to her was wrong. 
Eventually, she knew that we would be married and have kids and all of this
would be forgotten.

   Too fucking easy, if you ask me.



   * * * * * The men listening to the story looked at their friend in
amazement.  All were wondering exactly what the point was to the story and
just how much was fact and how much was fiction.

   He left his seat, crossing the room to open a door.  He beckoned to the
men to follow him.

   The room was well lit but not harshly so.  In a corner in the room stood
a girl dressed only in red stiletto heels.  Her breasts were ridiculously
large and her waist was almost two small for her.  And, though she was
attractive, there was something entirely odd about her strange shape, and
the platform that she stood on was very similar to what he had described in
his story.

   "This one", he explained, pointing at the stand "is the model that I am
putting on the market to sell to other people with similar interests.  So,
if anyone wants one, let me know and I will be glad to build one for you."

   Then, he walked to the girl, knelt down and removed her shoes.

   "She hates this, you know?" he said, grinning.  "No matter how many
times this thing has sunk into her ass, she fights it.  It's quite
enjoyable to watch."

   They all watched the girl struggle to keep herself from sliding further
down onto the phallus.  Before long she was sweating and grimacing as she
fought the inevitable.  He simply continued describing some of the things
he had done to her, ignoring her stress.

   "I had her breasts enlarged from whatever size they were to this
ridiculous basketball size." he told them.  "The reason her waist is so
small is because I had a couple of ribs removed, as well.  I sort of have a
fetish for extreme femininity to the point of freakishness."

   The room was silent as they watched her struggle on the pole.  After
many minutes of struggle she began losing her strength and started sinking
down onto the thickest part of the phallus.  Sweat was rolling down her
body and she had begun whimpering as she sunk further down.

   "Tonight, I have some fun plans.  And you are all invited to witness it"
he told the men.  "First, I have a dog trainer coming over.  He is bringing
a couple of trained dogs for her entertainment.  Anyone willing to pay to
see it can stay.  Anyone who doesn't pay can leave.  By the way, she has
never fucked a dog before."

   Mel snapped to attention when she heard what he was saying.  Still, she
said nothing, knowing she would endure whatever terribly humiliation he had
planned, no matter how much she hated it..

   He was in front of her, smiling.  His hands pushed through her hair and
he kissed her cheek.  "You make me so happy and proud" he whispered.  "I'm
sorry, I don't know why I need this, but I do.

   Assured of his love, she was certain that his abuse of her was almost at
an end.  He only needed to get these terrible things out of his system. 
Once they were purged, she knew they would settle down and get married. 
Then they could lead a happy and normal life together.

   "Please don't make me fuck the dogs "she whispered to him.  "Please.  I
will fuck all of your friends and not complain.  You can let them piss on
me or in me.  But, please, don't make me do this."

   He grasped her head in his hands.  Looking into her eyes, he smiled. 
"It will make me very happy if you do this for me" he whispered.  "It's
what I need."

   By the time the dog trainer arrived Mel was standing flat footed and
crying.  Her ass was thoroughly stretched and she was in quite a bit of
discomfort.  Still, the trainer and the beasts that entered the room caught
her attention and she began to cry.

   As the dogs were paraded about the room, her mind went into an angry
frenzy and she determined to free herself from this horrible scene.  Her
voice croaked out an unintelligible command to let her go but no one heard.


   She looked around the room, wondering how to free herself from this
terrible place and time and life.  Another unintelligible word came forth
from her mouth.  Instantly, he was there, finger to her mouth.

   "Hush, darling.  Hush" he whispered.

   Much to her dismay, she obeyed his command for quiet.  In that moment
her determination was replaced by resignation.  The hold he had over her
was too strong and she realized that she would do anything he told her to
do.  She would fight.  In the end, though, she knew she would obey him. 
She knew, too, that she was about to become a dog fucker, regardless of how
it disgusted her.

   Suddenly, she was free.  The phallus had been removed from her ass and
she could move freely.  She stepped from the stand and immediately fell to
her knees, her legs giving out.

   His voice called out to her, commanding she crawl to the center of the
room and to lie down on her back on the bench.  She looked over and saw the
bench that was not there before, realizing it must have been brought by the
dog trainer.  Then she drifted over to it and lay down on her back, as
commanded.

   Then she was lifting her legs and bringing them up to her chest as the
voice had told her.  Moments later, her legs had been pushed so that her
knees were at her sides, a wide leather strap holding them in place.  Above
her head, hands were grasping her ankles and pushing them down so that her
legs were straight and she was completely doubled and straining at the
bondage.

   A strange voice made a sound and then he was on her.  He was large and
black and his legs wrapped around her.  On command she reached to the dogs
cock and guided him into her sex.  In an instant, she was being pounded
hard by the large beast and grunting with every thrust.

   The dog jerked hard and thrust his knot into her sex, stretching her
suddenly.  And then she felt the warmth of the beasts ejaculate as he
pumped into her.  And then he was gone and she closed her eyes, shame and
humiliation washing over her.

   She opened them to see the face of the man she loved.  He was smiling at
her, telling her what a good girl she was and how she was pleasing him. 
Suddenly, she was warm and no longer ashamed.

   And then another dog was on her.  This time she was commanded to guide
him into her ass.  Without thought, she was obeyed.  And then, the dog was
pumping his cock into her ass, pounding his cock mercilessly into her.

   Suddenly, she felt a pop.  Pain rippled through her and she knew that he
had pushed his knot into her ass.  He gripped her tighter and thrust deeper
shooting his cum into her.  For several minutes after he remained on top of
her, jerking spasmodically.  Suddenly, he ripped free, pulling his knot
from her ass with another pop.

   She lay on the bench, staring at the ceiling.  Her life had become
surreal and she was battling with herself and what she had become.  And
finally, after what seemed like a hundred assaults, she was released from
her bonds and left on her knees beside the bench.

   At the foot of the bench was a wide and shallow bowl.  She hardly
noticed its presence until she heard his command.  "Clean up dog cum in the
bowl under you, Mel." he said.

   She looked at the bowl and began crying.  "I can't" she said, even as
she crawled to it.  And then, lowering her head, she began licking the
disgusting mess that resided in the bowl.

   Later that evening, after he had taken the time to bathe her, he held
her in his arm.  His words were soft and kind and he praised her for her
actions.  She cried, disgusted and humiliated at what she had done.  And
still, despite all that she had been put through, she felt happy that she
had made him so happy.  And she became certain that her terrible ordeals
were near to ending.

   It was, however, only the beginning for her.  Over the next several
years this scenario would be played out over and over again.  Sometimes she
would fuck one beast and sometimes many.  Sometimes they would only fuck
her sex and other times only her ass and sometimes both.  Still she served.
And much to her dismay it became easier and easier with each repeat.

   On those rare occasions when she had a reprieve from his perversions she
would reflect on her life.  It was those times when she would steel herself
to leave him.  She thought it bad enough that he had made a whore of her.
But to be a whore for animals was beyond thought.

   To be sure, she hated everything about her life except for him.  And
since she loved him so much, she felt that she had to endure the terrible
things that he put her through.

   She knew, deep down, that he needed her.  She told him so many times. 
Eventually, she knew, he would see the error of his ways and make up for
all of the heartache and humiliation that she had suffered for him.  It had
to be that way...how could it be otherwise?

   Never was anyone so wrong.

   He never batted an eye when he told her that he was leaving her.  She
was too freakish for him with her ridiculously oversized breasts and that
miniature waist.  Besides, he told her, "How can I ever respect or love
someone who fucks animals?"