totse.com | My Second Slave

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I took a bit more time in selecting the next woman to be the recipient of my tortuous lusts. I decided I had to have someone just right. Jamie, the teenage cunt I had just tortured to death, had not lasted as long as I had hoped she would. This time, IÕd go slower. Introduce only a little pain and humiliation at a time. But if I were to be so painstaking in punishing this bitch, IÕd have to choose her carefully, lest I get bored with my prize. The woman would have to have a great body; sheÕd also have to be much more resilient, both physically and mentally, than Jamie was. For this reason, I knew that I was looking for an adult, say 25-35, this time.

I spent weeks in the neighborhoods around my home, looking for the perfect woman. As none were forthcoming, and I was beginning to realize that local girls caused a stir when they came up missing, I turned my attentions elsewhere.

Now, there are many places in the world to find beautiful women. But no one place quite so much as Sweden though. (I would have chosen Germany, but for some doubts I had concerning its population density. I wanted my search to be relaxing, not taxing). Speaking Swedish helped make that decision for me.

Preparations took longer than I expected. I had to charter a private plane, from a person who would not ask questions about my return cargo. Such people are hard to find, but money connects well. However, it was still three long weeks before I departed. Easing the pressure off my cock was important. The evening before I left, I decided, for several reasons, to go have a little fun.

I found her at a bar. She was nice. Real nice. Twentyish, she had a nice, tanned body and ghostly grey eyes framed by auburn hair moussed up in a series of waves. The tight blouse she wore silhouetted her obviously ample breasts, and her jeans fit well over her ass. She was a swinger, and looking for a good time. You know, IÕve always thought bitches shouldnÕt have a good time, and IÕd soon teach this one that lesson.

By the time I saw her, and made my way up to the bar next to her, she had more than a little to drink. She was an outgoing woman, and the alcohol loosened her tongue, as well as her morals. Either that, or she was used to going home with strange guys, as she took my much too sloppy bait, asking her if she needed a ride home.

I drove her out onto some flat pasture land. She was becoming sober, and grew suspicious. I told her it was a shortcut.

When I stopped the car, and told her to get out, she refused. The sight of a gun appearing in my hand must have sobered her up, for as she slowly got out of the car and walked into the field, her gate was steady, and alluring. I wanted to see her walk naked.

"But its cold and wet out here," she complained. For such a nice body, she had a squeaky voice.

She did. Slowly. Fearfully. First, she took off her low-heeled shoes, freeing her nicely shaped feet. Now, I'm not a foot guy, but her feet were nice and narrow, like fine steak. Her toes were small and rounded. Next came her jeans. They slid slowly off her ass, revealing white panties, then down past her creamy, shapely thighs; hesitantly bunching below her calves at the ankles.

Her white pantied came down slowly from her thin waiste. The sight of her ass caused by prick to swell up and bulge against my pants. They slid down her legs. She bent over at the waiste to get them off, and I had a great shot of her pink pussy. But she paused before pulling them all the way off.

"Take them off!" I yelled. She slid her delicately arched feet out of her panties. They lay scrunched up beneath her feet. Now from the waist down she was bare to me, and I took out my Polaroid and snapped a few shots of her naked ass and long tan legs. "Good. Now walk!"

She stumbled away from her discarded clothes and took mincing steps onward, further into the empty pasture. "No, bitch," I snarled, "Walk! Take long strides!" She did so. I saw her bare ass wiggle as she moved, her legs sweeping over the ground, her bare feet getting dirty on the bare soil. I took some more Polaroids. She was starting to whimper now, small sounds that barely escaped her chest. "What are you going to do with me?" She asked in a timid voice.

"I'm gonna rape you, cunt. Stop. Good. Now turn around," She did, and I gazed into her face, her eyes wide with fear, brimming with tears. "Please don't do this..."

I had to slap her when she didn't comply. Then her slow, shaking hands undid the collar buttons, and she took it off, sliding it over her head like it was the last time she'd ever where clothes.

When it was off, I took it from her and tossed it away. Her breasts were ample, as promised, and firm. They looked like plump, juicy melons. She tried to cover her nudity with her arms, but I shooed them away. She was being very submissive now, not resisting at all. Damn. I thought this'd be more fun.

"All right, Candy," for that was her name, "I'm gonna fuck you now. I'm gonna fuck your mouth, and your delicious pussy, and your asshole. And I want you to beg for it..."

The buck naked woman looked at me in terror. "No," she mouthed, but I reached out, grabbed the back of her auburn hair, and tugged fiercely. Her head came back with a snapping sound. I got my face real close to hers, and said, "Your gonna beg me to rape you, are I'm gonna kill you. Do you understand?" She nodded mutely. "Good. Then get down on your knees and beg."

I shoved her head down, and her body collapsed around it, so she was off-balance, on her knees at my feet. Tears covered her eyes as her choked voice said. "Fuck me, please." She looked at me reluctantly.

"Not enough, bitch. Repeat it till you convince me." I was enjoying myself now. I hoped this little fuck-toy I'd snagged knew what an honor it was being raped by a pro like me.

Candy repeated that phrase, "Fuck me," over and over. She sensed that it wasn't working, so with a cracking voice, she added, "Please rape me. Stick your cock into me. Make me yell and beg but please rape me *sob*," Tears choked off the rest of what she was going to say.

I looked down at her. She was quite a sight. Nice tan body highlighted by the full moon, quivering slightly from fear. Her ripe melon breasts swayed a little with her trembling, and her flat nipples were all pale. Somehow, that last part annoyed me.

"OK," I sneered at her, "You've convinced me. I'll do you a favor and rape you," Her eyes held an equal amount of terror as my smile held sarcasm. "Stretch out on the ground. Spread your arms. Spread you legs ... no, wider, I want a good look at your pussy. Now, don't you dare move, or ..." I waved my gun at her meaningfully. "No, open your eyes. I want to stare into them as I rape you,"

She was quite a sight, laid out on the bare ground, buck naked. The position of her arms and legs made her look like a big X. Her breasts bunched up on her chest, like two mounds of perfectly smooth jello. Her pussy was a slit into her body, pink, not hairy, but surrounded by light brown hair.

Watching her carefully, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid off my pants. My cock was throbbing. The bright blue vein at its edge pulsed with excitement. Pre-cum started to shove its way through the slit. My balls hung low, hot in the night air, and they throbbed. I rubbed them a little as I contemplated what to do next. After all, I had all the time in the world. Candy wasn't going anywhere.

I decided Candy's flat, pale tits needed to be worked first. I stood over her, then knelt down above her belly, so that my balls brushed her belly-button. My fuck-toy moaned and turned her head sideways. An evil thought brushed my mind, "Candy darling," I cooed in mock affection, "why don't you hum something to keep you busy. How bout ... 'All I Want for Christmas'. And don't stop until I tell you to."

Off key, broken humming escaped Candy's throat through her sobs. Candy was a good girl. Although she interrupted the melody with her screams a few times that night, and needed to be reminded a couple of times, she hummed all the while I used her body for my pleasure. In retrospect, I think she would have made a good slave. But c'est la vie.

As she hummed, I moved my hands in position to cup her breasts. They were as smooth as silk. I hunched down over them and stuck out my tongue. Gently at first, I slid its moistness over the rough surface of her nipple. She moaned once, but when I moved my hand and encircled her neck (which was also smooth), she continued humming. The words to "All I Want For Christmas" started dancing in my head. "Candy," I whispered, "I'm gonna give you your Christmas early."

After licking her nipples so that they were erect ("Now, that's much better!"), I slid my body down hers. My cock made its sticky way past her belly till it rested on her pubic region.

The head of my cock throbbed as it edged against the slit of her cunt. Balancing on one hand, I used the other to turn CandyÕs face upward, so that I could look into it as I invaded her body. "Open your eyes," I whispered nastily, and she did. Their grey was hazy with tears. Holding her chin firmly, my face mere inches from hers, I moved my aching cock into her cunt.

Her tunnel was dry and tight. The heat of her trembling body flowed through the head of my cock as it slid into her slit. Candy made a gasping sound, but I shoved her jaw upwards, so all she could do was gargle. (She gargled so prettily too. I wished I had gotten that sound on tape. Sometimes at night, if IÕm not listening to other tapes or some poor wretched girl screaming, I hear that gargle, and my cock becomes so hard, I can hardly stand it).

The shaft of my penis now forced its way into her. Pressing her head against the ground, enjoying the painful expression on her gargling face ("Hum, bitch!"), I started thrusting, building up a rhythm, feeling CandyÕs slick body move in tempo with mine. I had to take my hand from her face to keep my balance as my thrusting became violent. With her jaw free, Candy started to scream. I let her, enjoying the music she made. No-one was around to hear.

I concentrated on feeling the loose flesh on the sides of my cock slide up and down as I pounded into her. She was squeezing her cunt tight against my cock. That must have made it more painful for her. Obviously, the girl had been fucked before, but not often, and not hard. I let my concentration wander to my balls, which slapped against her asshole with each thrust. She tried to move her right arm, but, in time with my intense strokes, I lifted a first and pounded it into her arm. It went limp again.

Eventually, Candy stopped screaming and produced only moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Mostly pain, I hoped. I started to slow my stroke. Her tunnel was getting ripped by my cock. I could feel my member rub the sides of her pussy tunnel raw. Soon, I was going to cum, but it was far too soon yet. I wanted more.

When I pulled out of her, and stood up, my cock glistening with her bodies stolen juices, the little bitch tried to curl up. I kicked her in the gut, but had to bend over to forcefully pry her limbs apart again.

"No," she whimpered, "Please, I canÕt take anymore..." Drool escaped form the corner of her mouth. I picked it up on my forefinger and tasted it. It was sweet. I looked down at my hard on. If anything, it was bigger than before, and quivering with energy. I was just getting started.

"But I thought you said you wanted me to rape you!?" I said with mock confusion. She whimpered. "Yes, you said that all right, downright begged me to. So I'm gonna fulfill your wishes. Aren't you a lucky girl?"

I kneeled down next to her and started to feel up her body. It was soaked in sweat. Apparently, I'd fucked her harder and longer than I thought. I stroked her with the tips of my finger nails, up one side of her body, down the other. Then I encircled her breasts, and lingered on her still-erect tits. She moaned like the whore she was while I did all this to her. "There, see?" I said, "I know you want more. Your body's asking for it."

I knelt over her belly again, like I had before, and put the palms of my hands on her breasts. I started pushing. They flattened nicely, and the pressure of her tits against my hand was exquisite. Candy groaned. I let them up, then repeated the process. I must have lost myself in the exercise. What seemed a long time later, I finally stood up. Cum was slowly oozing from the tip of my cock, and I waited till it resided. I rubbed the stuff that had escaped on Candy's whimpering face. The white highlighted her tan. I slapped Candy's cheeks til they were beet red. My hands made nice painful sounds against the soft of her flesh. Now my fuck-toy's face was red and white and tan. Real pretty.

After a bit of stretching and walking around (after all, I was getting tired!), I knelt by her head again. Using one hand's fingers to kneed her breasts (I can't emphasize enough how nice they were, especially now with the red marks they were getting), I told Candy about the next step in tonight's entertainment. Though to be honest, I was feeling philosophical.

"Candy, I'm sure society has taught you what love is. Well, society's wrong. There's no such thing as love. Only pleasure and pain. Darwin was right - the strong survive. And since I'm strong, and your weak, it has to be my pleasure, and your pain."

Fallacious logic, to be sure, but why waste anything better on a woman, especially one you were fucking?

"With that in mind, I brought you out here to rape you. Unfortunately, I'm a hard man to satisfy. Your not a very good lover, though you do have an exquisite body," I squeezed one of her tits hard to emphasize the point. Her grunt told me she was listening.

"So, Candy, without further ado, I'm going to fuck you again. But since I've already used your pussy, I'll have to use another hole instead.

She didn't answer, but started rocking her head back and forth, going, "No, no, please..."

"Oh, Candy, don't degrade yourself. You know by now begging won't work with me,"

I stood up. My cock swelled again. It pulsed and I almost orgasmed standing there. I stroked it a little to ease the tension.

"Now, Candy my little slut, IÕm going to let you move. Roll onto your stomach. ThatÕs a good girl. You know, you have nice firm ass cheeks. Now pull your knees underneath you and spread them apart a little. No, wider. Good girl. Stop that whimpering! And who told you to support yourself with your arms? Move them back. No, you arenÕt going to have any support. Reach back behind you and spread your cheeks apart so I can get a good shot into your asshole."

When Candy didn't do that, I smacked her pert behind with my open hand. "Noooo..." she begged, but I kept on spanking her until she timidly reached back and spread her ass-cheeks apart. I stood there, feeling proud and horny, my cock erect as all hell, gazing down at the little nether hole she revealed. I mean, this thing was tiny! It must have hurt her to take a shit. I don't think I've seen a smaller asshole yet. Even that teenage cunt Jamie had a wider one.

I knelt behind her and, shoving her head more firmly into the dirt with one hand right between her shoulder blades, I placed my vertical cock between her cheeks, enjoying the sensations of her heat. "Candy, you have the smallest asshole I've ever seen. It's going to be a great pleasure to rip it open with my cock. And it's going to hurt you like hell. Now, continue humming while I rape your asshole," Her off-key melody started again, tinged with fear and pain.

Moving back slightly, I pushed my cock down with my other hand so that its purple tip came into contact with her asshole. To my surprise, her anal hole started to quiver and drip shit. I laughed. It was the most hilarious thing I'd ever thought of. My little sex-toy, raped and abused, naked, face-down in the dirt, my cock about ready to rip her insides to shreds, and she had to take a shit! Candy's crying acted as counter-point to my laughter. "At least," I joked, "It'll lubricate it a little!"

"Please..." she begged, choking on tears. I love it when women beg. Makes me harder. Makes me want to hurt them more.

With great deliberation, I started moving my penis forward, into her quivering asshole. But it wouldn't go in! The hole was so damn small, my cock wouldn't fit in. Even after quite a while of pressure against it, it wouldn't budge.

I sat back and thought. No two ways about it, I was gonna fuck this bitch in the shitter. I took it as a personal challenge. Well, I thought, I've tried to be gentle...

I took my hand off Candy's shoulders. "Don't you dare move up, cunt," I spread her ass cheeks wider with the palms of my hands, and turned my fingers in to work her dribbling asshole. I slid one finger in. Candy's asshole sucked it in with a fart. Candy grunted "Aaarrgghh!!!" I replied, "Wait. It gets better,"

With one finger firmly in, I preceded to try to put in another. Her asshole wouldn't budge any further for a while, but then I got an idea and twisted the finger already in sideways. A moments pressure, then a bit of the crinkly skin on her asshole tore and my other finger just slid in. Candy was making the most beautiful sound. Sort of a cross of a moan and a squeal. I could tell she was in great pain, and I knew I could make it worse for her. I had to. This little bitch didn't know what real pain was.

I waited a while, just enjoying the music Candy made, then pulled my fingers apart. Her asshole widened and distended. Even so, now it was just wide enough to force my aching cock head into. Once I got it in, I removed my fingers and the walls of her anus closed about the head of my prick like a vice. Taking firm hold of her thighs, I started to work my cock in. Her anus slurped and sucked and clenched, but I made my inexorable way deeper into her. It took time. Half way in, I paused, just to get a look. Candy's face was bunched up in pain. She looked like she was taking the worst shit of her life. Her matted hair clung to her tear-streaked face. The sound escaping her lips was almost to high to hear. I reached under her and kneaded on of her breasts. I called her slut, whore, cunt. I told her she was enjoying this and to stop whining. Her anus gripped my cock like a vice, and I smiled. Surely, this was as close to heaven as I'd ever get. I held there a long while, on and off squeezing her tits. Before she could stop moaning, though, I continued my journey.

I watched as my prick slid bit by bit deeper into her asshole. It looked as if she were growing from my cock. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I was into her to the hilt. My balls pressed against her. My cock had disappeared inside my abused sex-toy's asshole. I could feel her bowels moving, trying to dislodge this unwelcome penetration. It felt so good. Again, I waited a while. I told Candy to tell me she loved me. She gasped out something unintelligible, so I squeezed a tit hard and told her to say it slowly. "Iiii-eeee looovee yyyoouuu ... ahhhhhh," she managed.

I moved my cock back. Very slowly. Making sure I felt every inch of the way. She gasped and moaned and I enjoyed it all. Finally, my shit covered cock came out with a pop. I heaved a sigh and sat down. Damn, but this was getting to be tiring. I took to alternately kneading her buttocks, slapping them, and shoving one or more fingers into her two holes. I made a game of it. I got her to tell me she loved me, and what I was doing to her. I varied the dialogue as I did different things.

I had a nice view of her from where I was sitting. Any man who hasn't seen a woman from this position hasn't seen a woman. If I raised my head, I could look into her haggard face .. study her pained eyes, her tearful expression. Her rear was raised right level with my head, and I could make out the 'Y' of her pussy in the moonlight. I had fucked it so hard it was black and blue. Her asshole had really distended and was still leaking shit. Her beautiful calves and thighs supported her.

She tried to move from this position once. But one good smack on the side of her head had her thinking different. Being tired, I let it go on like this a long time. I was in no hurry. Candy wasn't going anywhere. My fingers prodded the inside of her cunt, fingered her tortured clit, then journeyed up and one by one went into her ass. I'd keep them there, or rotate them, or pull them back and forth. I had to get it ready. Although I had put my cock in it, I still hadn't fucked it yet.

Eventually, I got up. I positioned my cock again. Candy, who I had thought had lost all will long ago, begged me not to do it again. She said it was the most painful thing she'd ever felt. I smiled, and told her "Good."

My cock sank into her asshole a little more easily this time. As if on cue, she started whining again. I sank into her once, pulled out again; in, out; slowly, getting the feel of it. Then, I decided no more games. I was gonna make this cunt scream.

I pulled almost all the way out, then with a huge grunt shafted into her as fast as I could. Oh, she wailed beautifully, and kept wailing, and I shafted as quick as I could in her anus. She lost all control and shot shit out around my thrusting cock. I could feel the skin of her anus tear. The blood made the journey easier, and sped up my strokes. I kept this up as long as I could. Candy caterwauled, I pistoned, my cock pulsed, her anus tore. My balls slapped in a hard rhythm. I tried to exceed the violence with which I'd fucked her cunt. Faster and faster I slammed my cock home, yelling obscenities at her with each thrust. I pulled out just in time to not cum. Candy collapsed on the ground and curled up into a little ball. Shit and blood drained from her butt, piling up on the ground. I held still till the feelings subsided. I looked at my cock. It was covered with shit.

I went over to Candy and started to stroke her. Not gently, like before, but hard and fast. She tried to shy away from my touch but I held her back. She curled up even tighter, and I pulled her onto my lap. "Now, Candy," I said, "We're almost done. Isn't that good?" Only a gargling escaped her throat, so I continued. "Only one thing left to do. Your gonna clean me up. With your tongue!" I laughed, enjoying the violent quivers that spasmed her tan and abused body.

I got up and walked around a bit, keeping an eye on my fuck-toy. Not that she was going anywhere, but the sight of her, all helpless and battered, curled up like that, kept me hard. When she started to stir again, I moved back. She didn't even resist as I forcefully straitened her luscious body out. "Ready to continue?" I asked. She moaned. I took that as an emphatic yes.

I put Candy on her knees and stood up. My bulging, shit-covered member was just at the right height. She tried to turn her head, so I grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted it back to its proper position. She adverted her eyes. "Now, Candy, for the last part of tonight's entertainment, your gonna suck me till I cum. And no teeth. Do you understand?" I made her head nod. Enjoying the power, I asked some more questions.

After a while of this, I got bored, I moved my cock closer to her face. Grabbing another fistful of hair, I maneuvered her head so that her moaning lips were right above my cock. "Suck!" I ordered. She opened her mouth just a little, and I slammed my prize home. Her eyes widened as the taste of shit and cock rammed in. She tried to pull back, but I slammed her forward. I fucked her face with a vengeance. Soon, her lips were covered with shit. On one stroke, I slammed her nose too hard, and it broke. Blood oozed out. I laughed and slammed into her harder.

I rammed my cock deep into her throat, and held it there. My cock disapeared into her face. God made women just right for deep- throating. She started gagging on my cock. Her face changed colors. Her choking massaged my cock and brought up my cum. Timing it so she wouldn't faint, I pulled out of her, and cummed all over her face.

God, I had a lot of cum! The first ball of sticky whiteness landed with a solid plop in one of her eyes. Then, with a spasm, I shot out a long stream. I made sure to coat her nice lips. Pause, and then another gigantic upwelling. Feeling like a little humorous, I shoved the tip of my cock into one of her nostrils, and the blast went into her nose. She coughed and it spewed from her mouth. I still had dribbling cum left, so I lathered up her cheeks and ears with my love-juice.

Then, it was over. I had no more cum. Candy had all of it. I sighed with satisfaction and pleasure. Candy's face was a mask of blood and cum.

She tried to move her hands, get the cum off, but I grabbed them and pulled them up tight. She gagged and barfed all over herself. Again, I called her bitch and whore and slut, and waited for it all to dry. When eventually it did, I let her go. She collapsed on the field, too degraded to even curl up. I retrieved my camera and used up the roll of film on her. Then I knelt by her head and said, "Sleep well, my funny little fuck-doll,"

Laughing, I gathered up all her clothes and took them with me to my car. As I drove home, I imagined her trying to walk into town by dawns light, all naked and covered with barf, shit and cum; beaten and abused. I sincerely wished she'd be raped again before she made it home.

Even for a small country, Sweden's big. Filled with blondes and women with big tits. Just the place to find my next slave. I stood out here, with my dark brown hair and American build. Though at 6', I equaled most of them in height.

Unlike what everyone thinks, Sweden is not filled with sex-crazed woman. The girls in Sweden are just as promiscuous as anywhere else. The large number of fine-looking ones made my selection that much harder, but I had plenty of time. I spent lazy days stalking coeds and mothers, peaking into windows. Traveling from village to village, looking for the woman who was to become my slave.

Several weeks later, I had a small list of possible choices. None perfect, but all desirable. There was a golden haired coed with glasses who didn't have any friends but had a gorgeous, if really petite body. Then there was one of the maids in my hotel in Oslo. She wasn't married, but she was engaged, and had huge fucking tits and the stereotypical upside-down pear-shaped body.

But the woman I decided on was one of the not-quite perfect ones. She was a 35 year old housewife in Uppsala, a town about an hour away from Stockholme. Her husband had just died and left her with three kids and no job. She was living on part-time jobs and welfare, but many suitors offered her a chance to move on again.

Her body was not gorgeous, but beautiful. Age hadn't lined her face at all, and it was a thin oval mounting two blue eyes with dark blonde hair above. She had medium sized breasts, and a little largish butt (but not too big). Her legs were long and slim, and her pouty mouth was thick and full.

Once I had made my decision, however, grabbing her was hard. Towns in Sweden are small, and this woman had many people looking out for her and her kids. I had to get her with no noise, no fuss, in a very small and variable window. I had to improve my odds. I was going to get her. She'd be my slave. SheÕd be mine to fuck and abuse and torture. But first, I had to snag her.

It took a while, but I finally became friends with one of her suitors. Posing as an American grad student on vacation, I introduced myself to him in a bar after heÕd had a bit to drink. He was easy to talk to. An easy man to like, if you were that sort of person. Me, it just made me want to rape him. But hell, I wanna rape nearly everybody. In any case, it was easy to see why my chosen prey would go for a man like him. SheÕd probably never go for someone like me. Too bad. IÕd make her.

It turns out this man ran a boarding house, so I got to rent a room there. A plan started stewing in my brain. This guy - Bjrn, saw my future slave Eila every two or three days. I convinced him to bring her over to the boarding house, so she could see what it was like. Bjrn went wild over the idea.

That night, he and Eila showed up there at 8:00. I watched them come in from a window, then snuck after them as they went through the old building. Eila was dressed in a nice looking if simple white blouse and dress. She had on grey hose. Her earrings were little gold loops. Her breasts could just barely poke at the front of the blouse, and the neckline caught just a hint of cleavage. Her skin was a little pale, but it was healthy looking.

I had to wait until they finished eating their simple dinner before Eila finally excused herself to use the restroom. Pretending that I had just come in, I called Bjrn over. When he unsuspectingly came over, I quickly encircled his throat with a braided silk garrote (nice 'n' easy to get through customs). He gargled and struggled, but my grip was tightened by adrenaline and testosterone as the nearness of his well-built body caused the blood to flow into my cock. He went limp quickly. I dragged him into a closet and locked it. Not that he'd get out, dead people being noticeably inept at opening doors, but somebody might find him before I got out of the country.

A quick call to my private pilot telling him to prep the plane, and my preparations were almost complete.

Women spend horendously long times at the bathroom, so Eila was not there when I went back to the dining table. I little dash of powder into her wine, and I serepticiously made my way into the kitchen. I heard her come back, ignorant and hapless of what was about to happen to her. She sat down. I peeked out at her. She wasn't even looking at her wine. I hastily scrawled a note.

I hand delivered the note to her. She had never seen me before; she had no reason to be suspicious. As I made my exit again, I heard her wine glass leave the table. Glancing back, I saw her take a sip. I waited just beyond the boundary of the door for what seemed an appropriate amount of time. Looking in, I saw Eila sitting in her chair, mouth open, head leaning sideways. Unconscious.

Acting quickly, I picked Eila up -- at 5'6, she weighed only 130 lbs -- and carried her out. I put her into the trunk of my car, then drove as fast as I could to the airport. My private plane was waiting for me. I pulled into the hanger, and hurriedly unlocked the trunk. Eila was just beginning to awake. I administered a shot to her, and she groggily slumped back into unconsciousness.

My pilot was waiting in the plane, in the cockpit. I put Eila in the passenger section and went up. I told him to taxi out. As the plane started moving, $1000 convinced him not to look into the passenger compartment for the trip back.

I didn't relax until we were in the air and out of Swedish airspace. I needn't had worried, however. News of my kidnapping and murder didn't get out until the next morning, by which time I was almost home. Well under way, I went back to visit my sleeping Swedish slave.

She was still where I had put her, lolling strapped into a passenger chair. I gazed into her lovely face a long time before unstrapping her. I laid her gently to the floor. There'd be enough time to hurt her later. All the time that I wanted to hurt her. As I stared into her face, I imagined it scrunched up in agony as I administered my unique brand of love on her. Imagination made my cock hard. I took of my clothes. My cock quivered in the plane's air as I stroked it, looking at Eila.

Standing there, stroking my hard-on above my helpless female slave, I thought about how I'd like to introduce myself to her. Oh, I had all sorts of equipment I could use. I had an X-frame I could tie her to; a suitable modified dentists chair; I had tables and racks and other stuff. Or I could spread her legs with an iron bar, chain her hands to her delicate ankles, and have her wake up, face on the floor, butt in the air being whipped by a braided flogger. That would be fun, but I decided too much too fast. Maybe restrain her in some stocks? Or tie her upside down from the ceiling? My options were endless, and I gave it great thought before deciding. The simpler, the better, I thought. I smiled as her first nights training developed in my mind. Nothing to extreme, just an insee bit of pain. Mostly humiliation. I decided to wait until that night before choosing whether or not to use one of my many dildos on her.

I sat by Eila's head and stroked her hair. In sleep, she reacted to my foreign touch. I kissed her forehead, then her ear, and began to undress her. First came off her shoes, leaving her tiny feet bare; I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Her breasts were contained behind a small white bra. I freed them, let them wave and glisten in the air. Eila moaned in her sleep as I stroked them. The nipples were a bit chewed by three children, but they were still nice looking. A good red color. Just to be thorough, I took off her earrings and washed the make-up off her face. I like my bitches clean and buck naked. Hornier than hell, I began to lick her tits, then nibble on them. I lathered them up good with my tongue and massaged them with my hand. I kneaded them like dough, and then, following the metaphor, rolled them between my hands. Eila's unconscious body reacted to my administrations, and her head turned from side to side. She moaned. She let off small muffled cries after a while, hinting that she was a real screamer.

Leaving her well handled breasts for the moment, I removed her white dress. I took off her hose and panties. Blond hair covered her pubic region, and I spread her pussy lips aside to get a better look. It was nice and clean. It even smelled cleaner than American pussy. Rolling her over onto her back, smushing her nice breasts into the carpeting, I spread her ass-cheeks and examined her anus. A little big, a little less than round, but that was OK. The rest of her made up for it. I let her cheeks go and kneaded them for a while. Sleeping Eila moaned with more intensity now. The squeaks came more rapidly.

I played with Eila during the rest of the trip. Over twelve hours of fondling and stroking my naked, unconscious slave. She broke out in a nice sweat that lathered her up. But never once did I invade her with my penis, although I did allow the tip of my forefinger to go a little bit into her pussy, and twiddle her clit. She squealed sharply at that, and almost woke up. So I stopped. The drug I gave her was strong, but she might come out of it too soon. At one point, I put my finger into my own asshole, then drew it out. Little flecks of shit covered it. Opening Eila's small mouth with my other hand, I cleaned off my finger on her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. Her sleeping face grimaced at the taste, but she didn't puke. Good. She learn to be a fine toilet. That thought had me aching to piss in her mouth, but I held off. I had to wait until she was conscious, so that she could feel the degradation and shame of the act. I didn't let myself cum during the trip. I was saving up.

The pilot announced we were only ten minutes from landing. I stopped playing with my new toy and put my clothes back on. Getting Eila through customs might be hard. Ha! Not. I've never met an unbribable customs agent.

From the back of the plane I dragged a solid wooden crate, just large enough to fold up my slave and put inside. Turning Eila onto her stomach again, I bound her hands with thick cord, and then her ankles. Just in case, I put a large wad of terrycloth into her mouth, and secured it with duck-tape. I lifted her legs back, and tied her ankle bindings to her wrist bindings. Then I picked up my wrapped up girl, and fit her into the box. I closed and latched the lid. The thought of this nice woman, so recently free, both in mind and body, soon to be my submissive slave, naked, bound and gagged inside the little box turned me on. I made a mental note to do some more stuff with boxes with future slaves.

Customs, as I predicted, was no problem. They wanted to scan the box, but a greased palm convinced the well trained man that nothing so innocuous as a wooden box could conceal any harm. I rented a little push cart to wheel the box out on. The person I got to wheel out the box was a luscious red-headed girl. I could imagine her surprise if she knew I was kidnapping one of her sisters in the box. I seriously debated whether I should grab this little cunt or not for my collection, but the population around convinced me to be satisfied with one slave. There'd be plenty of time for more girls later.

The box got put in the back seat of my car. I pulled out onto the highway, my long, hard cock inching out of my pants as I contemplated what I was about to do. Abusing women is more than just fun - it's a real turn on. And to me, it's a way of life.

I got home and carried my souvenir into the house. I wheeled it into the basement. I removed and carefully unwrapped my prize. Her tits were still nice and shiny, and her pink nipples were erect. I set about my idea to simply introduce her to her new life.

I strung the naked bitch up by her hands, stretching her lean body out so that she could barely stand on the floor. Tied like this, arms stretched above her, her breasts were pulled tight. They made a lovely sight. While she awakened, I changed into a black jumpsuit, put on black gloves that left the fingers free, and put on a black ski mask. Not that I cared if she saw my face, but I did it for the psychological value.

Eventually, Eila came around. She rolled her head and moaned. She opened her eyes. Then, with a twist of her arms, she started shrieking and twisting. I walked up to her, forced her to look at me by pulling on her chin. Her beautiful eyes were wide with fear. With the other hand I held up a clamp, a small yet tight one, for her to see. Then I ran it over her nipple, and held it up again so she'd get the idea. She obviously must have. She started swearing and kicking. I stood back and watched her struggle uselessly against her bonds.

When she became too tired to twist anymore, I walked up, gabbed her right tit and pulled it tight. She let out a yelp of pain, then started to mewl when the clamp was placed on her, crushing her pink nipple.

That was it. Eila, naked, with one nipple seized by an unrelenting clamp, strung up in my dungeon. I shot Polaroids and waited. Her breathing became hard from the strain on her arms. At this point, I applied a twin clamp to her other nipple. She struggled some, but she was tired. I sat in a recliner and watched her moan and grunt for some time. Then I went upstairs and went to bed. I'd been up over 24 hours.

Today I applied clothespins to Eila's breasts. I of course didn't remove the clamps first. The muscles in her arms are stretched to the tearing point. I rubbed them a little to feel their tightness. While behind her, I nibbled Eila's ear. Then I stroked her back with my fingertips, and kneaded her ass. The little whore made squeaking noises all the while. I reached around and squeezed the bits of flesh still showing on her breasts. Before leaving her again, I put more clamps on, leaving no part of her lovely breasts unmarred.

(Oh, in case your wondering, I'd placed her over a drain, so when she pissed, the urine flowed down her legs into the hole. I know this was dirty, but I cleaned her off before taking her down.)

I let Eila down today. She collapsed onto the ground and quivered for a while. I dragged her by her elbows to an adjustable metal table and strapped her to it with her hands locked together above her head and her ankles locked in place, her legs spread. Then I took all the clamps and clothespins off her breasts. The tender flesh of her tits glowed bright red, and was covered with little creases.

Eila's lesson today was simple. I took a wide strip of leather, and lashed it with all my grunting strength against her right tit. She let out a terrible scream of pain as the leather made contact with a loud crack, sending shock waves of pain through her tit, leaving a welted outline of its path.

I let Eila go for a while, only bringing her food and water, and cleaning her up. I waited until her breasts healed. Eila tried to speak to me during this time, but I remained quiet. When she spoke, I ran my fingernails across her lips and gently smacked her lovely cheeks. She got the idea and shut up like a good bitch.

I let her get a good look at the leather strip I used to whip her with last time. Then I caressed her breasts with it. I stroked her neck and her face. She made gargling sounds. She begged me not to. She told me she'd do anything. Like she had a fucking choice.

But no. I grinned happily as I brought the leather down on her left tit. She wailed and I smacked the right one. Right. Left. Right. Left. I kept it up a while. Welts formed on her tits. I let up and stroked them. I dug my fingernails in. I squeezed them. I pulled one up so hard and so tight I thought it was gonna pop right out. I let her see my hard on. I brought my pants down in front of her, took them off. She turned her head at the sight of my cock. I rubbed my member, drooling cum, against her breasts. Then I left her alone.

I introduced her to gags today. I put a big leather one into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide as I shoved it into her tiny mouth, stretching her lips, pushing her jaw down so far it almost distended. Then, satisfied with the way my gagged slave looked, I whipped her pussy. I unlocked her ankles for the first time in days. But not for relief. I strung her feet up so that her but was lifted off the table, and her legs were stretched wide, leaving her naked pussy totally exposed.

I used a smaller rope flogger on her pussy. Still, she squealed and tried to kick. Not being distracted, I kept it up for a full count of fifty. Then I left off the suckle on her breasts, which had become raw and tender. I took a piece of ice out of the freezer with tongs and massaged her tits with it. I went through a whole tray of ice- cubes this way, and her nipples burgeoned out as the rest of the flesh shrunk up. Shivers started passing through her body.

I got up and lashed her pussy and asshole again. I didn't bother counting now. I kept it up for an hour, till that area was raw and bleeding. Then I went to her face and ungagged her. Drool dribbled down her chin. She looked at me with pained eyes and muttered, "please" in a week voice. I licked her face, then went upstairs to watch the game.

I started Eila's toilet training today. Taking her off the rack, I put a heavy leather collar on her thin white neck, then buckled her wrists to the collar. I tied up her ankles and knees, and then shoved them so that she folded up, knees against her chin. I restrained her in this position with a big rubber strap about her knees, around her back. Eila, of course, had no idea what was going on, even when I picked her up and placed her in the tiny metal box, pulling back her hair and tying it down so that she was forced to gazed up at the top of the box. She was quite pretty. Stroking my cock, I pressed it down and pointed it at her. She couldn't turn away, and I spoke my first word to her ever. "Drink!"

Then I started to pee. Green pissed leaked from my still hard cock, and splattered onto her face. She gagged and choked, but kept her mouth closed. Urine rained down about her like a spring shower. While still pissing (I'd been saving up), I slapped her face hard, and pulled her jaw open, so that it filled quickly with my piss. Reflex forced her to swallow, and she grimaced. After a while, I stopped pissing, and stood back. I let her sit in that puddle of urine for a while, then let it all drain out. I stroked her face and smiled at her. I told her she was a good girl. She started crying. A sweat sound. Full of pain and humiliation. I smacked her face in tempo to her sobs. What a great slave! This was beginning to be fun!

I had to wait a little while to make a shit on her. I'd eaten nothing but bad Mexican food the night before, and Mexican food always gives me the runs. When I started to feel the pressure really bad in my anus, I went back to the little metal toilet with the bitches mouth in it. I smiled at her and said, "Eat!"

I squatted down over her, low enough so that I could feel her nose rub against by butt. With a loud fart, but asshole burst open, and let a long, stringy mass of purplish shit roll out. It piled up on her face. I heard her gag and smiled. She'd get used to this sooner or later. After minutes of straining, my butt farted again, and soft, wet shit sprayed out against her face. My leg muscles were bunching, so I sat on her face, squishing my shit. Her jaw was moving as she fought for air while shit leaked in. My penis pulsed and I peed on her again. Then I got up, and went upstairs to shower. I was getting dirty!

When I came back down, Eila was still in her tiny metal container, as of course she would be. Her bent-back face was layered with shit and pee. It had dribbled into her nose, eyes, ears and mouth, and down her body. She was barely conscious. I stood there a while, taking pictures. Much later than I thought she would have, she puked. The barf stayed in her mouth and on her face. It dribbled into her nose. I realized that if I didn't pull her out, she'd suffocate.

Reaching in, I untied Eila's matted hair, then yanked her up by it. Her body, still bound into a ball the way I'd forced it, came up with a suctioning sound as it pulled away from the mess at the bottom of the toilet. I lifted the girl by her hair so that I could easily look into her face. Now that the mixture of piss, barf and shit could drain out of her mouth and nose, Eila started to breath again with gasping breaths. But soon she realized consciousness was not a gift, as her entire weight was being supported by a handful of hair. She tried to wail, to cry, but shit blocked her tear ducks and she coughed up puke.

Over the next few days, I taught Eila what that phrase meant. I kept her mounted on an A-frame, trying out various positions while I whipped her cunt and tits with a vengeance. I began to teach her English by having her count along while I slapped her face. She was very good. She got to one-hundred easily, though I must admit, that was mostly because of the enthusiasm of her teacher. I made her cheeks glow red, then turn a nasty purple color in those sessions.

I introduced her to my collection of dildos. I had her hanging, suspended upside down in the A-frame, weights tied to her hair; her breasts cinched tight with coils of rope, tight clamps at the ends. Her butt was freshly whipped, and glowed red. She was learning to control her pain. Her screams had been much less vehement that time.

I carefully selected two dildos, one for her pussy, one for her asshole. It's important to remember that up until this point, I hadn't ever actually invaded these regions, which is why she reacted to the invasions with such renewed struggle.

For her pussy I chose a long, arched dildo with multiple ribbings and knobs. It was made of hard plastic, and was easily twice as thick and long as any normal man's cock.

Her anus dildo was a special one. It looked like nothing less than a big, black rubber knife with no tip. It had furrows on the side and a little battery-operated bladder that could inflate and deflate the evil device. It was about one and a half inched high and a quarter wide at the center. I'd bought it especially for my little Eila.

Although I never tire of hearing women scream and make all kinds of noises, I decided to gag my slave for this dayÕs play. Following the motif of the day, I chose a gag that had a mock penis attached to it. I inserted the thing into her complaining mouth, and strapped it in behind her head. I padded her face with my erection for a few minutes while getting into the mood. Then I stood up, grabbed the big cunt-dildo, and took a step up onto the A-frame, placing myself right above her spread legs.

She made muffled screams when I started stroking her sore pussy with the dildo, back and forth, letting her feel its long curve, and all the bumps and ridges. She knew what was in store for her. After toying with her clit for a while, I positioned the thing right above her yawning cunt.

I place it against her exposed pussy skin, and she started to squirm. Not that she could squirm much, mind you, suspended as she was, but she was a willful bitch, and didn't like this one bit. The sounds escaping the gag became more strenuous.

The huge head of the dildo shoved her lips apart, and began to tunnel its way into her cunt. I'd give the toy a little twist every now and then as it got deeper, eliciting the most enjoyable chorus from below. To my great dismay, the plastic cock only made it half way in before it could go no further. Alright, then, time for the game to begin in earnest.

With mounting strength and speed, I started to piston her with the dildo. The ridges brought up juices from inside her with each tug, and the knobs sawed against the already stretched sides of her cunt. When I got my speed up to full, Eila grunting and groaning beneath me as I made a stroke every second, I put spin on the dildo. Eila's body was spasming. She quivered from her cunt and anus, down to her bound and clamped tits, to her shaking head, kept stretched down by the tortuous weights. By this time, my arm was getting tired, so I slowed the strokes, then stopped. Leaving the dildo in place, I climbed down and took a breather. I looked into Eila's gagged face, covered in sweat, eyed moist with humiliation and shame.

I went over to her and played with her abused tits. I pulled and twisted them. I licked and bit them. I took a little battery-powered shocker thingee I'd picked up in a novelty store and applied it to them. It made little convulsions and stretched the flesh. Blood was rushing to Eila's face, making her blush. Knowing I had to conserve my slave, I took the weights from her head. I unlashed her breasts and removed the clamps. Her face showed only the tiniest bit of relief.

And only for a while. Using her hair for a rope again, I pulled the front part of her body up, so that she made an arch in the air. I tied her hair to a crossbeam, and started to work her body again. I put soft little clamps on her eyelids, and then small weights on those. They hung down low. I applied more clamps, this time with heavy weights on their ends, to her tits, and watched how nicely they stretched. Eila mewled and whimpered. The dildo fell out of her cunt and clattered on the floor. I snapped some pictures of her nicely stretched out body. Placing a mirror in front of her so that I could see her face while I fucked her, I fetched the anal-dildo and walked behind her.

Because of the arch of her back, her asshole was hidden under her butt-cheeks. To solve this problem, I got four screw-vices. Tightening two on each cheek, enjoying the flesh squish and turn red underneath their irresistible pressure; I then attached wire cords to the screws, and pulled them in opposite directions around the two support beams. EilaÕs butt cheeks were parted, stretched out by the vices and cords, revealing her slightly large asshole to me. She grunted when I slapped the foul opening, then squealed when I stuck an exploratory finger in. I pulled my finger out and wiped it off on her buttocks.

I positioned the anal-dildo. With great deliberation, I forced its blunt tip into EilaÕs shitter. She whined and squealed through the gag. Her body began convulsing again. Her face squished up in pain as I forced the dildo in deeper, twisting and shoving. Her butthole was distending height-wise, the narrow blade forcing the hole to its widest extent. When I inflated the bladder, it forced the other two sides out. I began fucking the helpless girl in the ass with the dildo, pulling and twisting and pushing and turning it until the screams she made could be heard clearly through the penis-gag. She bucked in the air, and I got an idea. I got a braided whip form the wall, and, still ramming the black dildo in and out of her asshole, began to whip her back. She thrashed and caterwauled wildly. The whip made nice smacking sounds in counterpoint to the squish of the dildo in her cunt. Red marks started to appear on her back. A glance at her face in the mirror had my already hard erection near bursting. I had succeeded in drawing much more pain from her than I exspected.

Heady with success and horny, I grabbed the other dildo from the floor where it had fallen, and rammed it into her cunt. The woman kept thrashing and yelling. Putting down the whip, I grabbed a big paddle, and cracked it against her ass, sending the two dildos deeper. As soon as her buttocks was red, I took a smaller, ribbed paddle and beat her thighs and calves, alternating that with manipulating the dildos. After her legs, I did her arms.

Then I dropped all the bells and whistles, and just thrust the dildos around in her asshole and cunt. Agony lit up her beautiful face. I stared at her red back side. It was quite a sight. After what seemed like an eternity of pumping her, I let up. I collapsed into the big soft chair, exhausted. I fell asleep, leaving my abused Eila hanging, nipples and eyelids tortured by stretching weights, a huge dildo shoved into her cunt; another in her butt.

After that night, Eila was totally submissive. She never screamed again like she used to. She was completely obedient. That spark of free-will had been fucked from her body. No matter how hard I tried, I couldnÕt get her to do more than whimper again. I used her as a toilet again, this time never draining it, for two weeks. She didnÕt move, and drank all the urine I laid on her with resignation. I was starting to have no fun with this bitch anymore. I made her spend three nights sitting on a huge vibrating dildo. She groaned and made that squeaking noise, but didnÕt fight back or try to resist.

All this time, IÕd been saving up my cum in a big gallon bottle. That evening, I walked in on Eila. The dildos IÕd stuck in her buzzed away. Heavy and tight pliers pulled down her breasts. Her head hung. She had no fight left in her. I took a good, long, hard, heavy flogging of her for old time sakes, then felt her up one last time. Her body was still young and strong, but she was boring. I restrained her to a black chair. I covered her eyes. I changed the batteries in the dildos. Then, I inserted a piece of plastic tubing into her mouth, about two inches wide and a foot long. I taped it in securely, and shoved gum resin into her nostrils to make sure she couldnÕt breath that way. And then I poured the cum in. Cup full after cup full, it went in. She tried to swallow it, but it came too fast. I watched her face grow red, then purple. Her cheeks distended with my cum. Finally, she died, drowning in my cum. A fitting ending in the life of such a whore.