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NOTE: This is my third published story. I think it's some of my best work yet. This is going to be a new storyline, with more installments. It will be completely open to suggestions and ideas, so please, please, please, if you have questions, comments, ideas, or suggestions about the story or where you would like to see it go, send me an email. Otherwise, enjoy!
The girl's head lolled to one side in her drug-induced stupor. Maggie softly ran a hand down the girl's soft face, cupping the girl's chin gently in her palm. Maggie turned the head back to center, and watched the girl's eyebrows furrow in a moment of sleepy frustration, then settle back into oblivion?
Maggie marveled at the prize bound to the table before her. She started at the top, looking at the apex of the girl's head, and from there followed the billowing auburn hair that radiated from the point. The girl's hair framed a beautiful face, with a hard-set, determined jaw, mitigated by soft, rounded features. Maggie's eyes moved down the girl's long, elegant neck, to her pronounced collarbone, which supported two round, strong shoulders which the girl's hair came to rest at. Maggie's eyes greedily took in the girl's soft, supple skin, the color of a pale peach. She looked down the girls chest until the skin tightened and stretched to accommodate a pair of charming B-cup breasts. Small, but not tiny, they were perfectly rounded. The two milky-white globes quivered with the girls rising and falling chest. They were topped with two pink, soft and puffy nipples. Maggie's eyes moved further, past the girl's toned stomach, where her strong diaphragm contracted and expanded with breath. She watched as the girl's pelvic bones created a kind of valley at the girl's waist. Two creamy, toned thighs framed what Maggie was waiting for. The valley of the girl's pelvis rose up to a mountain as the girl's mound of venus came into view. The pronounced, pale mound was topped with a light dusting of dark, curly hair. At the girl's hooded clitoris, the mound parted into two thick, puffy lips which concealed the girl's virgin passageway save for a single spot in the middle where Maggie could view the pink flesh within. The lips resealed themselves at the bottom of the girl's vagina, and the smooth skin ran farther back to a hidden point that Maggie could not yet see.
Maggie roused herself and stepped back from the sleeping girl for a moment. She turned and looked at her own body in the mirror behind her. She was naked, as she preferred to be in the playroom, and she unconsciously compared her body to the girl's. She was younger looking. She had dark, middle-eastern looking skin. Her dirty blond hair exploded from her head like a lion's mane. Her carmel skin was smooth and tight. She had small, developing breasts, her hairless vagina was a perfect camel toe, and her butt cheeks were tight and prominent. She flexed her back, and her ribcage stood out against her chest. She smiled as her stretched nipples puckered in the cold air of the playroom.
Maggie turned back to the girl on the table. She took the piece of paper that had come with the girl when she was dropped off. In big, bold letters, it read:
NAME
Katie Hallenson
AGE
16
VIRGIN?
Yes
At the bottom, there was a handwritten note:
Hope you like this one, Honey!
You can keep her for as long as you want!
She's very special, and we worked hard to get her,
so don't wear her out right away! :)
Love,
Mom and Dad
Maggie smiled. Her parents really had outdone themselves this time. Living a privileged childhood had it's perks. From a young age, Maggie's parent's had seen that their little girl had an urge to dominate others. Not wanting to deprive their little girl of her innermost desires, they had used their enormous wealth to make sure their girl always had a slave, even from a young age.
At first, it was easy. All Maggie would want to do when she was little was play games with the kids. Her parents ran a foster home, and allowed Maggie to be in charge of all of the kids. Eventually, they aged out, and no harm was done. By the time Maggie was 7 or 8, the games had gotten more serious. Still drawing from the shelters, they would offer kids a place to stay, but then would turn them over to Maggie, who made them her personal servants, waiting on her at all times of the day. If they didn't perform, Maggie might punish them, but never with enough force to harm them. These kids, too, faded away after long enough, and went back to the streets and shelters where Maggie's parents had found them with little to no harm done.
However, when Maggie hit puberty, she began sexually experimenting with her slaves. The first time she did it was when she was 10, with a slave named Mara. Maggie's parents heard screaming, so they rushed to their daughters room. To their surprise, and delight, Maggie and Mara were both naked. Maggie had tied Mara's small, prepubescent form to the bed, and had begun shoving fingers in Mara's vagina and anus. Maggie's parent's watched with pride as their dominatrix daughter painfully finger fucked her slave in the girl's virgin orifices, making a bloody mess from the girl's torn entrances. When Maggie finally brought her bloodied, tortured slave to an orgasm, she experimented on herself, running her hands over her untouched sex and bringing herself to her first orgasm before her delighted parent's eyes.
From that point on, Maggie's parents knew that their daughter's needs would change. Watching what she did with her slaves closely to determine what she liked, they built her her own soundproofed torture "playroom" in the basement. The room had torture devices and sex toys of every shape and size, but it's main attraction was a large, motorized restraining structure in the center of the room. Once the slave was strapped in, the structure could morph into any thinkable arrangement, be it a table, or simply a pole. Around the main structure was an array of tubes, hoses, and wires sprouting from the ceiling and floor. They could deliver suction, pressure, and electricity through a wide selection of interchangeable attachments which went on the ends. The whole system was controlled by a central computer which also could monitor the slave's vitals. They presented the playroom to Maggie on her 12th birthday.
From that point out, Maggie's parents had to find slaves more frequently, and now sometimes by abducting them from the streets. Sometimes, Maggie pushed her slaves too far sexually, and they sustained injuries, or even died from pain, exhaustion, injuries, or a mix of all three. For the most part, though, once Maggie felt that she was finished with a slave, her parents would use drugs to wipe their brains of the memories, and put them back in their homes, sending lots of money with them, to make sure they didn't investigate any distant memories?
Now, Maggie was 15, and had one of the best slaves she had ever received.
Katie was still sleeping when Maggie screwed the razor attachment into one of the electrical cords. She maxed the power and began to shave off the light dusting of hair on Katie's vagina. After about five minutes, she stopped and ran her fingers over the skin. It was almost frictionless.
Maggie smiled to herself and pulled a tube of lotion from a cart nearby. She squirted some into her palm and massaged it into the girls freshly shaven sex organ, kneading the skin of her mound and rubbing and pulling the girl's succulent lips.
Katie moaned in her sleep at Maggie's touch, furrowing her brow in concentration. As Maggie finished, Katie's eyes fluttered open. Maggie watched the girl closely.
Katie saw the dark ceiling above her as she opened her eyes. She suddenly realized she wasn't at home. She tried to move her arms and legs, but met resistance against straps holding her down. In a panic, she tried to raise her head. She lifted her head slightly, and saw her breasts jiggling before her eyes as she panted for breath. She could see her mound between the two swaying globes, and her feet a little farther down.
She was naked. She didn't know why? And her vagina felt very sensitive, as if it had been recently touched. She panted in fear, and wailed out.
"HELP!!!!" The young girl screamed.
Maggie watched with interest as Katie adjusted to her surroundings.
Katie looked around for a way out, when she suddenly saw the nude girl standing next to her. The girl was stunning, younger than she was, but only by a little. She saw the girl smiling, she saw her nipples standing fully erect, and she saw the girl's tight vagina leaking a tiny drop of cum. Katie suddenly knew that she wasn't going anywhere. She moaned in sadness, and began to quietly sob on the table.
Maggie watched the girl cry for a moment, and then spoke.
"There, there, dear. Calm yourself." She ran a fingernail down Katie's chest, between her breasts, and all the way down her now shaven slit.
Katie shuddered in pleasure at the girl's touch. She didn't know what to feel, she simply had too many emotions and sensations coursing through her at the moment.
"You could be sad about all of this, but, eventually, it will be over," Maggie cooed to the frightened girl. "Yes? Eventually, in one way or another, the torture will stop, but in the meantime, you have no control over anything. So you may as well suck it up and bear it. Who knows? You might even enjoy it."
Maggie looked down at the Katie's tear-stained face and smiled. Katie twisted her lips in an awkward formation, neither smiling nor frowning, but somewhere in-between.
"Since you just got here, we won't do very much tonight, and I am rather tired anyways," Maggie mused.
"I think I'll just explore your little butt a bit, sound good?" Maggie asked.
Katie opened her eyes wide, "No?" she said with a breathless whisper.
Maggie gave a devilish grin. "Oh, yes! I think it will be very fun!"
Maggie turned back to the computer, and reshaped the structure so that Katie's lower half was now at a 90§ angle to her upper one, with her legs spread and her butt raised in the air.
Katie grunted as the structure twisted and stretched her body. She whimpered as Maggie took her firm butt cheeks and inspected what lay between.
Maggie examined the girls backside. She had a perfect bubble butt, with the two round, firm cheeks concealing the tiny rosebud of a hole between.
With excitement, Maggie took one of the electrical wires and one of the pressure/suction tubes from the ceiling. She selected cone-shaped nozzle that had small metal conductor strips on the sides. She screwed it onto the pressure/suction tube and then also attached the electrical wire.
Katie watched in horror as her torturer prepared the evil looking contraption that was about to be put in her most sensitive area.
Satisfied with the nozzle, Maggie took a tube of lubricant and greased the nozzle with it thoroughly. Then she put her head between Katie's legs and smiled with an evil grin.
"Bombs away!" Maggie said.
With that, Maggie pushed the nozzle into Katie's tight, puckered opening.
As Katie felt the nozzle at her entrance, she screwed up her eyes in concentration and clenched her anal muscles tightly.
Maggie pushed against Katie's arguing orifice. She knew that the girl wouldn't be able to hold up for very long.
Katie held for as long as she could, but, when she relaxed her muscles just a tiny bit, the nozzle found it's way into her sphincter, and became lodged in her rectum.
Maggie smiled as she got the nozzle in, and looked at Katie, who was now straining trying to push out the foreign object. She was flexing her legs and bucking her hips, moaning in frustration at her lack of success.
Maggie went to the computer and set the electrical current to the lowest setting.
Instantly, Katie went rigid on the table. A small squeak escaped her lips, and she shuddered in agony. Maggie set the nozzle to a light suction, and Katie's form became even more pained, as she felt the tube buried in her rectum sucking at the bottom of her intestinal tract.
Maggie stood next to Katie and looked at the girl.
Katie was shaking in pain from the combined suction and electricity. Her breasts were shuddering, and her face was contorted in a mask of pain and suffering, her eyes shut tight and her teeth clenched. Low grunts escaped from her mouth as she tried to endure the torture. Every moment or so, she spasmed on the table, releasing the pain she was trying to hold inside with a squeak from her mouth. Sometimes, she released a sob or two. It was getting extremely difficult for her to not scream out in agony.
Maggie smiled. She knew that Katie was just trying to be brave. It wouldn't last long. But for now, Maggie admired the girls resilience. It gave her ideas for later?
Maggie decided that Katie had had enough for one evening. She returned to the computer and shut off the devices.
Katie spasmed and bucked on the table as the pain abruptly stopped. She couldn't help it as her body had involuntary movements to try and stretch the muscles she had been working so hard to keep in place.
Maggie watched as Katie took deep, shuddering breaths, trying to recover from the torture. She removed the nozzle with a soft "pop" as it exited the girl's anus. Maggie saw the girls anal and vaginal muscles contracting in pain, widening and shrinking.
"So, there you are, Katie" Maggie said. "Day one. What did you think?"
Katie, in pain and frustration, couldn't hold it in anymore. She began to softly sob on the table. Her tears poured from her eyes, and her breasts heaved. She shook with agony.
Maggie smiled. "Wonderful, Katie. Oh, and by the way, you can call me Maggie. I think this is the start of an excellent friendship."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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