His fist is in my hair so tight i feel it straining as if it will all be pulled out. Trying not to cry is useless. He wants that, likes that. And the tears will come whether i try to hold them back or not.

my head is bent back, staring up at Him as He looks at me. Sizing me up to see what will break me tonight. Turn me from a wife, mother, cook and into a wanton, ravening whore for him.

or maybe he only wants holes. just a place to jam his cock, and succor release of his seeds.

Bent, and awkward, He shoves me toward the bed. Whanging my shins on the metal frame, i can’t wince since his hold on my hair is pulling my eyes taut. Fuck! i yelp it.

His hand lashes out, fast and lethal against my bare cheek. More tears flow. He is the master, the owner, the taker, the user. i am a slave, a toy, a thing.

A thing gets used.

Sometimes hard. Harder than hard. My pleasures are not needed, not worried over. Tonight it won’t matter how much it hurts.

Tomorrow that will be a pleasant memory for me. But for the now, it is small solace.

Face into the bed, shins against the cold metal frame, ass up, he finally releases my hair. The strands that stick to his sweaty palm are callously pulled out of my head and stick to his hand.

His cock is thick and dripping with his need; i feel it,  the moist and turgid head of it between my thighs as he hip-thrusts against me, jockeying for the right angle. His hands slap at my hips, wiggling me exactly where he wants my hole to be.  Stupidly, i rise up to adjust myself for him.

His hand slaps the back of my head.


i flop back to the mattress. i am a thing. a tool. A release valve.

No talking, no sharing of rough days at work or aggravating family. Just a hole.

and a dick.

and all the time He needs.



“hold her!”

“Fuck! the cunt just tried to kick me…”

Slaps and grunts filled the air, whimpers choked down to silent pantings, as legs and arms were held, a mouth gagged to silence.

“yeah, that’s good. Fuckin’ whore…”

“yeah, turn it on…perfect”

whimpering through the gag as something hummed against her splayed thighs, resting hard against her clit.

“best make your mind up, you are gonna cum.”

“and cum” chimed another voice

“and cum some more!” laughed another.

Tortured, her clit throbbing, she struggled. Tears passed unseen from eyes to hair-line. Occasionally she would try to fight, to struggle against all the hands that held her tight.

Sheened with sweat, she collapsed into a shaking huddle.

“Clamp those nips!”

The sharp bite of a clothes pin on her left nipple roused her and made her struggle again, again to no avail.

“How many?”

“Use the whole fucking bag! She’s got big tits…”

The sound of raucous laughter battered her. The orgasm hit hard. She shrieked, arching.

The toy resting on her clit never moved.

“Good slut. Now another..”

Hurt so much.

Another orgasm rippled through her body, as clothes pins were pinched onto her left tit, then her right.

“And now, to help you out….no virgins allowed, you know.”

She felt the pressure of something pressing against her pussylips. Pressing through and into her defenseless body. In and out it sawed, filling and emptying her.

Her clit throbbed with pain, with the intense aftermath of sensation after two orgasms.

“C’mon whore, you’ve not even started to pleasure us yet…we want to see your goo…”

Cheers and jeers.

Hands touching her everywhere, hands pulling off the pins, attaching them in new places. Pain and pleasure whirled in a blender of sensations.

Another orgasm tore through her, more intense than the last.

“Almost ready to start your pledge drive, slut. Gotta room full of pussy for you to service…”

she wondered why she’d ever joined the sorority.


He slid the garter further up her leg, past the wide part of her thigh. It rested just below the fold where her leg met her folds.

“I selected the pink because it reminded me of the color of your inner lips. Succulent and fresh, and so female.”

She wriggled but could not move much. Nor could she speak, with the cock gag He’d shoved into her mouth.

He slid the garter up her right leg to match the left.

He rose from the bed and fetched a grocery bag. With a grin, He pulled the bag of clothes pins from within. In seconds it was opened.

“Brand new, fresh, tight pegs,” He said, examining one closely. He opened and closed it a few times, as if He had never seen one before. He pinched his fingertip with it.

“There is something else that will fit in here,” He said. He looked down at her, beautiful in her vulnerability.  Leaning forward, He affixed a clip to her right nipple. Her eyes closed in a wince that was part pleasure, part pain.

He took another peg from the bag. He attached that an inch away from the peg on her nipple. Three more pegs, one for each of the directions, He said, encircled her nipple. She was tossing her head from side to side now. The pressure on her nipple was fierce, now that there was no slack skin.

He flicked the peg on her nipple, watching her arch into the pain.

“Lovely,” He said, “Like a little tit flower.”

She scowled at Him.

“And speaking of flowers, let’s have a look at your ‘flower of womanhood’,” He joked. He loved to tease her about her love of romance novels. She grunted at him behind the cock gag, but He just slapped her thigh and grinned at her helplessness.

“Sucks to be you, little one!”

He threw back His head and laughed. She’d thrown that very quote at Him just the other day on the phone. Payback was not a bitch, but a Dom with a wide sadistic streak, He mused.

“Now, let’s see…” And He peered between her spread legs. Taking another peg from the bag, He pulled one lip open, and attached the clip to it.

She made a lot of noise at that. Oh, goodie!

He put three more pegs on that same lip.

“Hmmm, it doesn’t look right. I think it needs balance.” Nodding to Himself, he applied four pegs to the other lip of her pussy. She was wriggling her ass on the bed, but He resolved that by swinging up and sitting on her pelvis, leaning forward to snap them on.

“You know, little one….this is a very pretty sight, your cunt covered in pegs like this. I think I can fit a few more on here. I know you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He never even turned around to look at her shaking her head ‘no’.

“But it sure might hurt my cock to fuck you with all these dangerous pegs stuck on here.  Hmmmm….wait…I have an idea.”

He lifted the garter away from her inner thigh and tucked the first peg under it.

“Bingo!” He cheered. In moments he had every peg on her left lip tucked under the garter, pulling her pussy open.  He repeated the action on the other side. He slid off of her, off of the bed, and came around to view His handiwork.

“Lovely. Simply obscenely lovely. Your cunt is splayed wide open, slut.”

He took the peg bag and put it on the chair. She watched him fish something out of His jacket pocket. He popped the cap off the permanent marker. Across the top of her pussy He wrote:


in His impeccable handwriting. Putting the marker away, He took out His phone, and snapped a few pictures. She watched while He pecked something out on the tiny keyboard.

He looked up at her with a smile that made her heart flip over in her chest. Before He could speak, the phone chimed. He glanced at the message there.

“Nice,” He said, His smile growing wider.

“Company’s comin’…”


hard to breathe


hard to *gasp*

thank god he’s pulled out

gag…ogod i think i’m gonna puke


that’s right you fucin’ hole, you take it you take every fuckin inch of my dick in your fuckin throat. yeah you fucking gag on it, love how that feels on my head when you choke

every breath raw ragged stop god stop

breathe, breathe, a break a second, black spots dancing so dizzy


myhair, ogod it hurts can’t      breathe

that’s right you fuckin piece of meat, you fight my cock in your pie hole; toss your head and try to break away just fuckin’ try you fuckin’ cocksucking whore; it fucin turns me the fuck on when you holes fight the dick that owns you

GASP OGOD OGOD breath so sweet, lungs hurt, throat throbs o gods

i’m gonna cum, fuckin’ whore, drop a big wad ‘o cum down into your belly

o gawd……gawd… fucking dirty whore…swallow every bit of it, let it fill your fuckin’ belly…

swallow, swallow…fight off the tears just let it go he’ll finish soon…

smear of cum across your cheek as i fall forward, arms still tied behind my back drawing in large ragged breaths…trying to remember how many were in line in the mens room when they dragged me in here….



i’d seen it happen

it’s how my brain works…to know just enough to see the future, but not always enough detail to avoid it

except for this time.

i’d seen the accident that would shut the entire downtown area for the afternoon and evening

so, seeing,

i detoured

and found myself in a part of town i didn’t know.

it was dark and grimy and gritty but i held on to my courage…after all, if there had been danger, i would have seen it, wouldn’t i?

And then the flash.

That’s how it came sometimes, the seeing… a flash, an image.

this one was crystal clear.

a dimly lit room

a mattress that looked to have seen better days

a woman



a man buried to his hairy bush between her thighs, his hands holding her tied, bent knees, pulling himself deeper.

it was like a mini-porn film.

i shook it off. trying to ignore that the fast-shown vignette had awakened my pussy.

yeah, i watched porn, sometimes,

…with my boyfriend.


sometimes alone.

and i would masturbate with my big blue vibe and cum hard, imagining.


that the girl getting beat

and tied

and fucked

was me.

The bong of my “low gas” alarm startled me. Shit.

Why couldn’t i be prescient about that i wondered. Ahead was a grimy gas station.

i pulled in, dingding, dingding, as my car drove over the alarm. No one came out to gas me. Fuck.

Didn’t see the self-serve sign.

But it wasn’t self-serve.

i headed inside.

not much i hated more than grimy gas stations.


moldy cream cheese


My voice echoed hollowly. No one in the office, nor in the one open bay, though there was a car on the lift. i thought i heard a noise.  ah, i spied a door at the back of the garage.

Yes, the noise was louder here. A small shed outside.

i open the door.

all i can do is stare.

she is gorgeous




and naked.

She cocked her head to the side, looked me up and down in a way that made my stomach lurch

“look boys,”

the words dripped from her red lips like poisoned honey.

“it’s fresh  meat”

it was then i realized

that the woman on the mattress

in my vision

was me.


Slam me against the wall and take me hard, take me fast, try to tame me.

i dare you.

Use those big, strong hands to hold me down while you fuck me. Take me greedy, take me rough, take me.

i dare you.

Will you resist the challenge in my eyes? The mocking tone in my voice? Or will the hard, sadistic core of you flare up and take me as we both want.





Will you?

i dare you.

Run 3

She walked gingerly down the hallway. The rings that lined her labia clinked with every step, reminding her of her status. A slave. He had stolen her, and brought her here, and was making her a thing to be used. 

her heart thudded slowly. She wondered if her Master was looking for her. She wondered if the hole in her heart would ever close. She wondered if one could truly die of a broken heart.

Her pussy throbbed and it wasn’t in pleasure-pain. The man who now claimed her tugged on the chain he held tight in his fist. She had no idea what was going to happen to her next. Torn between wanting to fight him every step of the way, and wanting to curl up and cry and pray for it all to end, she kept walking down the long corridor, head bowed, tears dripping down her face.

He led her into the whirlpool room. A small tub was reserved for those with new piercings. The water here was warm and treated with salts to induce speedy healing.  He helped her to climb the steps, and bid her to stay, though he would take no chances with her obeying that. He fastened the end of the chain around one of the hasps on the outside of the tub; pulling a padlock from his pocket, he threaded it through and clicked it shut.

He walked away without a word. He sat in a chair across the room where he could watch her, but talk to several of the other Doms who came here.

A woman sidled up to Sir Drake, speaking to him low, eyes downcast as was proper.

“My slut would speak with yours, if allowed.”

He considered for a moment.

“Briefly. She is recovering from piercings.”

“Yes, I’d heard about that.” Though the words were mild, the tone carried a hint of censure. He smiled. He didn’t care one whit what anyone thought of his methods.

“Tell your slut to go and speak to her now. We shall be retiring to our rooms shortly.”

Sir Drake gestured her off.

The two men watched her approach the hot tub. Drake noted the quick jolt of fear when his girl touched the wounded creature in the tub.  There was more here than met the eye, and he would get to the bottom of it.