Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/cheryl.txt

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From:    cheryl                          To: Anybody
Subject: anonymous sex

dumped by my boyfriend. feeling down. taking chances walking down dark alleys.
short skirt. do i hear footsteps?

From:    cheryl                         To: Anon non
Subject: Re: Alley's

i don't know the exact location because all the areas in the dungeon were just
mysteriously changed. this area used to be down by tielines and b&d where i
liked it now its up by private. i'm confused because i've just been walking
aimlessly not paying attention to where i was going. i guess i walked into
late night. everything is dark and quiet. the clicking of my heels echo down
the empty passageways. they're so loud i think they could probably be heard at
least faintly throughout the dungeon. after being rejected i guess deep inside
i don't really care what happens to me.

From:    Lady                           To: cheryl
Subject: Re: Alley's

The only thing you have to fear when wandering aimlessly through the darkest
regions of the Dungeon is to be aware that you aren't grabbed and manacled to
the wall and be ravaged by a mystery attendant of the dungeon.

From:    cheryl                         To: Lady
Subject: Re: Alley's

who cares? nobody cares what happens to me so i don't either. did this happen
to you? how did you like it? where should i go to get the same treatment?
would you like to walk with me? did the mystery attendant ever reveal
him/herself? i know i  should run from the dark isolated parts of the dungeon
but after being dumped so suddenly i feel like a little excitement.

From:    Mystery Attendant              To: Cheryl
Subject: footsteps......

  As you are walking down the dark and musty corridors of the Dungeon, you
hear the sound of metallic clanking - sort of like the sound keys ona large
key ring would make.  The direction of the sound is hard to determine as the
dank walls absorb, yet reflect the sparse sounds of the Dungeon.

  Though you can't tell which way the sounds are coming from, you can tell
that they are steadily getting closer........

From:    cheryl                        To: anon non
Subject: Re: Dark Dank Dungeons

oh my, well i guess i could take off my shoes and walk in my nylons but as you
say the dungeon is dank. i think i'll leave my heels on and tap tap up and
down for awhile. i'll stay in this general area so i won't be hard to find. i
don't want anybody to know that though.

From:    Who?                      To: cheryl
Subject: Alley's

I see you walking down the alley. I hear your heels tap on the pavement. From
where I am you are outlined periodically by the cars as they pass on the
street behind you. Your tits wobble nicely, and you have excellent legs. You
don't seem to be paying very much attention to where you are going. And you
haven't been looking to see if anyone is there.

You are closer now, as you walk by, I slip out behind you, and hit you behind
the ear with my handy sap. You go down like a wet noodle.

From:    who?                     To:  Cheryl
Subject: Waking up

You wake up. You look around, but can't see much. Your head hurts where you
were hit on the head. You move your hand toward your head, but you suddenly
realize they are both fastened over your head. Your ankles are also fastened,
and they are pulled wide apart. Lifting your head, you can just barely see
that your tits are bare, and then you realize that you are naked.

You lay back wondering. You notice that the bed seems to be moving somewhat
rythmatically. You decide that the bed itself isn't what it moving, it's a
more gentle type of movement. Almost a swaying type of movement. The light is
very dim. You wish that you could see more of where you are.

You notice a seemingly gentle sound. You have heard something like it before.
You are trying to place it. The sound is familiar, maddeningly so, but you
can't place it.

You feel the bed, and sense the entire room moving. You wonder, "Could I be
on....NO not in this day and age...not on a boat!"

From:    cheryl                  To: Mystery Attendant
Subject: Re: oops.....

so what happened to lady? did you chain her up somewhere and now you're after
me too? she warned me about you. she said you ravished her body while she was
chained to a wall. i should've listened to her warnings, now i'm frightened
and the clanking of your keys seems to be right around the corner. i want to
run but i''m frozen with fear.

From:    cheryl                   To: Who?
Subject: Re: Alley's

oooohhh! a caveman! are you dragging me off by my hair? i didn't care what
happened to me but now that it has i'm afraid. my head hurts and i'm only
slightly conscious but i'm aware of rough hands forcing me somewhere and my
shoes falling off as my feet are dragged along the sidewalk. my head begins to
spin and that's all i remember.

From:    cheryl                   To: who?
Subject: Re: Waking up

i've been so foolish. this must be a nightmare. intense fear consumes me as i
frantically survey my bonds searching for a way to free myself. a horrible
though occurs to me. have i been used already? am i to be used soon? i strain
against my ties but they've been fastened expertly and they cause me pain as i
struggle. i've heard about this. young girls are whisked off the streets and
sold into slavery in some foreign land. i hope that's not what happened. maybe
this is all a trick by my boyfriend. that must be it. he'll come down and free
me and we'll laugh about it and everything will be alright. no, it can't be
him. he's thousands of miles away. then who?

From:    who?                      To: cheryl
Subject: where?

Yes, you decide. You really are on a boat. Laying there, you wonder how long
you have been there. How long were you out. And you suddenly consider, that
the though of were you used, is not as important, as what will be required of
you, and will you live through it. And if you live through it, what will be
your status!

As far as you know, there is no-one who knows where you are, or even were,
when you were out walking. It was Friday night, and you aren't scheduled to be
anywhere until Monday..so no one will even be looking for you, until you are
supposed to go to work. And in your position at work, your employer doesn't
have that close of tabs on the hours you work. It could be a week before they
would miss you!

You hear something scuttling around, and look down the length of your body.
Your eyes are getting a little more used to the lack of light, and you can
just about make out something next to your right ankle looking up your leg at
you. You jerk your leg, and it scuttles off, you recognize it as a large rat!

You are also beginning to get hungry. You wonder if you will be fed soon. It
seems like it has been hours since you woke up. You know or think you have
dozed off a time or two as well. By now you are starving. You are thinking now
almost totally on how you will survive, and if you will be fed. And even
whether anyone alive knows where you are.

You doze off again. Sometime later, you awake with a start. Looking down past
your cunt, you see a door opened, and a woman standing there. The first thing
you note is that she has a gag which covers the entire lower part of her face
under her nose. Next, she seems to have her hands fastened behind her back.
And also that her large breasts are tightly bound, and sticking straight out.
She also seems to have a rather large cock between her legs.

She moves toward you. She climbs up on the platform you are on, and gets down
on her knees with the large cock at your mouth. By now, you can see that it is
not a cock, she moans, and pushes it at your lips. You take the thing in your
mouth, its not a dildo either. She moves up and down with the thing, and moans
some more. Tentatively you suck on it a little, and something warm comes out
of it, it is not quite a liquid, almost a paste, but it tastes quite good. You
find that by sucking, you continue to get more of the paste.

While you are feeding this way, you note a few more things about her. She has
rings dangling from each nipple, and a ring in her clit. The rings in her
labia seem to be holding the thing that is feeding you in her cunt. You also
see that her belly is flattening as you feed, you can smell her woman smell as
well.

When no more paste comes out, you let the cock fall from your mouth. She backs
away from you, stands and goes to the door where she backs up to it, so that
she can scratch on the door. She then turns and faces the door and knees with
her head bowed until it is opened. At which time she exits on her knees. Not a
word is heard or said to you.

From:    Who?                  To: Cheryl
Subject: Waiting

While you have just fed, you are not totally full. But you feel sleepy. You
doze off. When you wake up, you try to move your hands down to d your
stomache. You are having stomache cramps. But, you suddenly realize where you
are, when you cannot bring your hands down. The cramps are not the ones that
announce the beginning of a period, but instead, the ones that announce you
MUST take a shit soon. You also realize that you must pee very badly as well,
and that cannot wait.

You yell for someone to let you go to the bathroom, but there is no answer,
and you can hear nothing moving except the boat. As you get ready to yell
again, you find it is too late. You have already began to pee, and as you
relax you also begin to evacutate your bowels.

You are left there laying in your own piss and shit, and nothing you can do
about it.

From:    cheryl                     To: who?
Subject: Re: where?

what have i gotten myself into? this is scary. i look down at my nipples and
imagine someone piercing them to place rings through them and i'm terrified.
so terrified i almost forgot about the rat. this can't be happening to me. it
must be a wild horrible nightmare. will i end up like her? my body feels cold
and clammy from fear and perspiration. i would take a shower if i could. i try
again to strain against the bonds but not too hard because they hurt. i feel
my eyes welling up with tears. maybe if i cry some tender person will come and
untie me and hold me and tell me everything is alright. i cry openly now as i
realize that's not going to happen. i frantically search for answers but i can
only come up with one. slavery. i'm terrified and i shut my eyes hard to try
to make it go away. if the woman comes back i'll try to talk to her. maybe
she'll free me. what good would it do? i know i'm on a boat and by the way its
rocking i think i must be on the ocean. the sense of fear and panic never
leaves my tummy. my arms and legs ache from being held in one position. if a
gang of pirates are going to use me i wish they'd get it over with so at least
i'd know. what am i saying? i must be getting delirious. at least i received
nourishment. must mean i'm meant to be kept alive for awhile. but what an odd
way to get fed. in another setting i think i would've enjoyed it very much. if
i get out of this i'll have to try it. if that rat comes back i know i'll
faint. what if it crawls up between my legs? oh, i can't think about that. i
mustn't think about that.

From:    cheryl                     To: Who?
Subject: Re: Waiting

well, laying in my own piss and shit should keep the rats and pirates away.
maybe the slave woman will come and clean me up.

From:    who?                   To: cheryl
Subject: Waiting

After what seems like forever, for there is no way for you to mark time, the
opening of the door awakens you again. This time it is the same woman, she is
gagged the same way, her tits are bound in the same or a similar way. But her
hands are in front of her now. They are attached to her collar, and the chains
allow her to bring her hands down near her belly button.

She has a hose, and turns it on you, the water is cold. She washes down the
platform that you are laying on. You are being washed off it seems only in the
respect of making sure that the platform is clean. She finishes, and the hose
disappears from her hands, and she is handed enema and douche bags, which she
brings in to use on you.

First she hooks up the douche bag, and washs out your cunt with long slow and
deliberate strokes of the wand. Next she slips the enema nozzle up your ass.
She doesn't have anything to make it go easy. You feel like they are pumping 2
gallons of stuff up your ass. When the bag is empty, she removes the nozzles
from you cunt and ass, and then stands back to watch you.

When you are finished, she takes the bags over to the door, and hands them
through, and she is handed the hose back. Again she washs down the platform,
then she starts on you. Despite the cold water hose down, you do feel better.

Once she is done washing you, she returns the hose to the door, and then the
door is shut, with her still in the room. She comes over to the platform
again, and straddles you, sticking the cock-like thing
 in your face again.

Again, you are to be fed in the same manner. You take it into your mouth and
begin to suck on the thing. You realize that there must be a container of some
sort up in her cunt that contains the food that you are eating, and wonder why
you are being required to eat, as if you are sucking a cock.

The cold water has eased somewhat the cramped feelings of your legs. You do
wish that when she was done washing you down, she would have dried you off,
but she didn't. Now she is gone, you are feeling sleepy again, and are still
damp, and cool as you doze off into sleep again.

From:    cheryl                    To: who?
Subject: Re: Waiting

i'm ashamed to have given in to feelings of sexual pleasure when i was being
fed by a cock-like thing from her cunt. my boyfriend used to tie me up in a
similiar fashion and straddle my upper torso. his cock inches from my face he
used to make me beg for it and when i did it the right way i'd get to have it.
when she was feeding me all this came back to me and i got excited and just
for a moment forgot about the serious predicament i'm in. i wish i was back
tied to the bed happily licking the tip of his cock knowing that soon i'd be
untied and could run my fingers all over his body. i'll try to concentrate on
that as i drop off to sleep. it should ward off the cold as my body dries
slowly in the cold air. i tried to get up the courage to speak to the slave
woman when she came in but couldn't. i knew she couldn't answer me anyway. her
eyes looked expressionless as she climbed on me and fed me routinely as if
she's done this many times. i wondered if i'd end up like her. or would i have
some other even worse duty to perform. i've got to get my mind off of it. i'll
bring back the wonderful vision of my boyfriends face contorted with pleasure
as he releases deep in my throat. i've got that to hold on to as i drop off to
a troubled sleep.

From:    who?                   To: cheryl
Subject: Re: Waiting

You wake up again. Things are still the same, you have gotton somewhat used to
waking up bound to the platform. You are glad that they are using leather
cuffs on you rather than rope or something else that could cut your
circulation, even if your muscles are starting to cramp from inactivity.

You lay there for what seems like hours, pulling at the bonds holding you, if
for nothing else a little exercise. And it is also something to do. You are
also realizing that the first thing anyone can see when the door is opened is
your feet and cunt.

The female, enters the room, the door is shut behind her. She is cuffed again
with her hands in front as she was when she washed you down. She is carrying
something. She brings it over, and puts it on you. It is a hood that covers
your head from the nose upward, leaving your lower face open. You try to talk
to her, as she is putting it on, but she only slaps you for silence. She then
raises your head and puts a collar around your neck, and locks it in place.

She then straddles your chest, and slips the cock-feeder to your lips. You
take it and begin to feed again. As you feed you are wondering why you are
being fed this way. You have not been watered since you have been here, but,
the paste seems to take care of that. When you finish the feeding, she gets
up, pinches each of your nipples until they are hard, and toys with your cunt
just enough to get you to feeling good. The you hear her move to the door and
scratch on it. Soon you hear the door open and close. You are left in the
darkness of the blindfold. But now you are semi-aroused, and can do nothing
about it.

You are beginning to realize that you are merely a toy for them to play with
when they want to. What you want, at least at this point means nothing to
them. They won't even let you talk to them.

From:    cheryl                To: who?
Subject: Re: Waiting

the long hours of waiting in leather bonds have crippled my spirit. any
occurance such as the woman coming in is greeted with enthusiasm if for
nothing more than to break the boredom. thought i could talk to her and was
surprised to be slapped into silence. when she put the hood over my face i
became very frightened. my fright turned to shame as i felt myself becoming
aroused by her fingers pinching my nipples. how could i give in to sexual
feelings when i'm in so much danger? she touched my pussy and i became wet. i
knew then that i had slipped from any feelings of self worth that i had. i
became even more ashamed as i heard the door open and realized i was excited
by what might happen to me. very aware that whoever was there could see my
spread legs and cunt. my shame turned to humiliation as i realized even more
that i was to be used like a toy or a pet. i took some comfort in thinking
that one reason for the hood might be to hide someone's identity which would
mean they meant to keep me alive. i felt like screaming "who are you? what do
you want?" but became terrified at what might happen so i layed as still as
possible. i couldn't keep myself from trembling though and the more i tried to
stop it the worse it got. soon i was shaking from head to toe and tears ran
from my eyes and i let out a moan that turned into a cry. i bit my lip hard to
try to stop it and strained hard against my bonds to get my attention on the
pain instead of the fear. i knew i was being watched and feared my crying
might displease someone and i would be severely punished. how curious it is to
realize i'm becoming more sexually aroused by my situation..

From:    Who?                  To:cheryl
Subject: Exercise

You hear the door open. You are getting hungry again. You have settled down a
bit again. How long you have laid there, you have no idea. You hear someone
approach the platform. You feel a hand under your chin, and hear a metallic
snap.

The hands move up, and release your wrists from the top of the platform, your
wrists are still fastened together, but, now for the first time, in how long
(?), you can bring them down and move them around. You are given a few minutes
to savor the semi-use of your arms.

The person then reaches down and grabs the front of your collar, and pulls you
into a sitting position. You briefly wonder if there is a chance that you
could make a quick move and get away from the person. But, you also know that
you would have to get your legs loose to be able to do anything. Your wrists
are then caught by the person and guided to the back of your head, where they
are locked to the back of the collar. You can feel your tits sticking out at
attention with your hands behind your head, seemingly begging for someone to
play with them.

Next your ankles are released, and you hear a couple of more snaps and the
rattle of chain. Then you feel your ankles being lifted by the cuffs and
pulled together. You realize that a chain has been fastened between the ankle
cuffs. Your ankles are pulled so that you turn on the platform, then you find
yourself really sitting, with your feet on the floor. You luxuriate in being
able to bend your legs. You feel something hanging down the side of your right
tit. A hand reaches over and brushs your right tit, taking whatever it is that
you feel there. You feel a sharp tug on your collar and realize that it is a
leash, and you are being pulled to your feet.

You stand somewhat uncertainly. It is good to stand again. You take a short
step and find that the chain linking your ankles only allows you to take very
short steps. Approximately a 1 foot chain you judge.

The person leads you out of the room, you walk for a ways, then are stopped.
Someone places something around you, just under your breasts, it is a belt of
some type. You hear another snap, and suddenly the belt becomes tight an,
begins pulling you up on your toes, and then on further up. Up you go! You are
afraid to struggle, you might fall, and you are still going up. Then you feel
a hand on your ass as the upward movement stops. Then there is a lateral
movement, and you are lowered so that you can stand again, and the belt is
removed.

You feel the leash taken, and are led for a ways.  As you walk occasionally
you feel a hand reach out and touch you. Sometimes your tits, sometimes your
ass, sometimes your face, somethimes your pussy, and sometimes your legs. You
hear bits of conversations, as men discuss your various attributes, and laugh
about your condition.

You know you are on deck, and in the open. You are all too soon returned
below, and fastened back onto the platform, as you came up. You are back on
the platform as if you had never left it. The walk felt very good. You feel
the person straddle your chest, and the cock-feeder placed to your lips. You
begin to feed hungerily. After being fed, the person again plays with your
tits and finds your cunt already wet, but teases it a bit. The you hear a
scratch at the door, and soon you are lost again in sleep.

From:    cheryl                       To: Who?
Subject: Re: Exercise

it felt so good to stretch. i actually felt appreciation towards my captures
for allowing me to stand for awhile. i loved being led up on deck even though
the touching now and then of my private body parts reminded me of my
condition. i was very terrified being hoisted up into the air and fearful of
what it was and if it will happen again. my joy at being allowed to exercise
turned to shame and degradation when i heard men making crude comments about
me and laughing at my condition. i was so humiliated standing there in chains
and a hood. i felt my head drop and i wanted to crawl off into a corner. what
puzzles me though is why my nipples stayed so stiff when they were making all
those lewd comments about me. what is happening to me. it's getting harder to
remember the time before this when i was free. it seems like i've always been
enslaved and that i've found my place. strange fingers touching and pinching
me as i shuffle in my shackles. i was glad to be back on my platform it seems
to be mine and it is familiar to me. i'm getting to love the cock-feeder and
it's like an orgy for me now combining food with sex. i suck at it eagerly
enjoying the nourishment and the method of feeding. i know the woman will
touch me soon too and it excites me and i wish she's stay alittle longer with
my wet cunt. it's become the high point of my day. each feeding also i try to
take the cock-feeder in more so i can brush her pubic hair with my lips but i
haven't been able to so far. i wonder what the men on deck are talking about.
would  i be bought by one of them? would i be used by all of them? where are
we sailing to? i try to remember my boyfriends face but it's getting hazy now
and seems like maybe it was all just a dream. the time before now. i strain
against my bonds to experience their safety. their pain on my flesh tucks me
in for the night and i feel secure.

From:    Who?                      To: cheryl
Subject: Inspection

A couple of feedings have come and gone. You haven't been touched other than
to be fed. You have been left there to just think, and be helpless. They
haven't even checked to see if you are wet. You have had to pee a couple of
times, and each time you have been hosed down. Always cold water, and never
dryed off.

You hear the door open. Someone enters the room. After a few seconds you feel
some things being placed between your thighs. Next your cunt is touched. You
feel it being wetted down, and then your mound is massaged, you realize that
the person is soaping the hair on your cunt. You are left for a few minutes,
and the person returns and begins to shave the hair from your pussy. When the
person completes this, they begin to go through the ritual of douching you and
giving you an enema.

After they have completed these chores, they stand back and watch you empty
yourself on the platform. When you have finished, they turn the hose on you
again and wash you down, you realize that the hands are not those of a woman,
but those of a man. He lingers over your tits and cunt. He makes sure that you
enjoy being wiped there. Next you are dried off, not left to dry as usual.

He leaves. You hear the door close. You are beginning to wonder why you
haven't been used by them. A short time later, the door opens again, and
someone comes up by your head. A finger is placed on your lips, and you open
your mouth slightly. The finger is inserted into your mouth forcing you to
open wider. The finger is replaced by a gag, which is fastened behind your
head.

Someone else enters the room. You feel that the door is still open. Something
is placed against the lips of your cunt, and as you are already it is slipped
into you. It is straight and rigid, but not a man's cock and it doesn't feel
like a dildo either. It goes up further, you feel that maybe they are trying
to reach your tonsils through your cunt. You hear a number given, and then the
rod gets larger around inside you. When it stops, you feel as if you are as
full as you can be. Another number is mentioned.  The rod is withdrawn, and
next a smaller one is slipped up your ass. Again, you feel they are going for
you tonsils, and the proceedure is repeated.

Your nipples are standing straight up by now, and your hips are moving without
your wanting them to. One of the men comments to the other, about how hot you
seem to be. The other man, moves his hand down to your slit, and gives it a
lingering light massage. Meanwhile the other person is playing with your
nipples and neck.They both feel your tits, squeeze them and also see if you
are ticklish in various areas. You are very aroused. They are still talking
about you, you hear bits and pieces of the conversation, but your attention is
fixed on your sex! And will they let you cum! How long since you have been
able to cum?

Then both of them stop, and one of them says, "Yes she will be excellent, we
will begin putting the finishing touches on her, and also begin her training."
You feel one of them put his hand on your stomach, and move it toward your
mound. He pinches your clit hood, and then they leave, closing the door behind
them.

From:    cheryl                    To: Who?
Subject: Re: Inspection

well, it seems i measured up. this slow foreplay over the long period of time
does seem to be building to a unique climax. i know i'm a commodity and the
events have given me a feeling of worth. i dare to feel pride at passing the
test. at least i know i'm valuable for something or someone. finally it
strikes me and a feel a great apprehension...they were measuring me to see if
something would fit! something huge! i mustn't let myself become too scared it
seems like they felt i could handle it. my periods of arousal seem to be
lasting longer. they provide me comfort from anxiety and break up the monotony
of waiting. i'm glad to be kept clean but i wish they'd exercise me more. i
start to think about surviving all this again and wonder what it'll be like if
i ever get back home. i'd like my boyfriend to do some of these things to me
and i wonder if he will go for it. would i get as aroused without the feelings
of terror? i don't think i'll ever be able to perform oral sex again without
thinking of the cock-feeder. oooh, i've got to think of something else. i wish
someone would come in and touch me some more. i'm getting myself all worked up
and it may be hours before someone comes in again. if they'd only leave one of
my hands loose. i wonder why they gagged me. i never tried to scream for help.
i only tried to talk once. the gag is humiliating. everything that's happened
to me here is humiliating. oh, what was that i heard them say? they're going
to train me? i can't quite remember what i heard. i think they are preparing
me for something big. oh, how can i laugh at a pun at a time like this. the
gag muffles my chuckles. it's not funny. i must be losing it. they are going
to turn me into something and i may never get back. i guess i've got to laugh
to keep from going crazy. i must make up my mind to perform well at whatever
my task will be. i must please them to try and survive. i have the will to
live and it gives me strength. i'm ready for anything and focus my attention
on the door. come on back whoever you are see if i can't take it. content with
my new goal i try to relax as much as possible. try to drift into sleep again
to pass the time.

From:    who?                    To: cheryl
Subject: Inspection Con't

You aren't left alone very long. The people come back, and they begin to go
about measuring you. They measure your leg length, arm length, waist, etc. One
of them even pulls one of your tits up by the nipple and measures around its
base. It seems and feels like they measure every inch of your body. You hear
them passing the numbers about you around. Then one of them slaps you between
the legs with his hand, and one of his fingers goes right into your slit. The
slap doesn't hurt, just excites you. The other one removes your gag, and they
leave.

Soon after they leave, the door opens again, and someone comes over, and
releases your wrists from over your head, snaps a leash to your collar and
pulls you into a sitting position with the leash. The person takes one of your
arms and pulls it straight out, and massages it a little, then they do the
same for the other one.  You are given a something, it is heavy, its a small
barbell. Being able to use your arms feels great, you work the small barbell
back and fourth between your hands. It feels good to use the muscles.

After a while, the small barbell is taken from you, and your wrists are locked
to your collar behind your head again. Next your ankles are unfastened, and
then the short chain is put between them again. Your feet are again pulled
over the edge of the platform, and you are pulled erect. You stand, waiting.
You can feel your tits standing out in front of you. They are feeling like
they are at attention. You feel a tug from the leash on the collar, and you
begin to move forward.

You are again taken as before to the area where a belt is put around you under
your tits. You are lifted up as before. Then you get the lateral as before,
but this time, the chain is removed from between your ankles, and a seperate
leash is attached to each of your ankles. Your legs are pulled apart. Someones
hand is on your ass now, they are putting something on your slit and asshole.
They poke it into your ass. It feels kind of wet, and jelly like.

They begin lowering you, keeping your legs well separated. The hand is still
working on your ass. You feel a touch on your cunt lips, and the lowering
stops, you are moved a little, and the lowering starts again. Something is
going into your pussy. Now you feel something at your asshole, and then it is
going in. Soon you find your pussy and ass resting on something, and both are
nearly as full as from being measured earlier. Your ankles are then fastened
far apart, and held tight, holding you down on the poles invading your pussy
and ass. A gag is again put into your mouth.

You feel something right in front of you, your wrists are released from your
collar, and pulled upward, and fastened over your head to a wooden beam. You
then have a strap of some sort ran behind your back, and you are pushed into
the beam when the strap is tightened. Movement for you now, is very limited.

Someone reaches to your side, and pulls each of your breasts to the side, so
that the beam is between them, and they tighten the strap some more. You are
left there alone.

You can feel the air around you. You are only left alone for a short time. A
strap of some sort is put around your right thigh, and pulled tight. You feel
you are being made as immobile as possible. You receive some pats here and
there.

Some movement under you, and you feel the thing you are mounted on move
forward until your stomach fully touches the beam. A strap is ran around your
waist, and you are cinched to the beam there.

You are left again for a time. You begin to feel the dildos you are mounted
on, in relation to the movement of the ship. They seem to have this thing
about you keeping your legs spread in such an unlady like manner.

Someone passes you, and as they pass, they reach over and play with your
nipple a little. Then someone takes one of your nipples in their hand and
begins to massage it. Soon it is very hard. Harder than you can ever remember
your nipples ever getting.

A clamp is then placed on the nipple. It hurts. And once it is secured there
as the person wants it, the clamp is released to fall, and pull your nipple
with it, dangling from your nipple. The other nipple is given the same
treatment.

After a few minutes like this, your nipples are numbing a little. Someone
takes hold of the first clamp, and you feel something sharp coming into
contact with your nipple. There isn't much feeling, since the nipple is nearly
numb, but you realize that it is being pierced. You try to struggle, but can
barely move. You hear, "Be still cunt or the pain will be worse!" Its the
first words spoken to you in how long?

The clamp is removed from your nipple, and the ring is inserted. The removal
of the clamp almost makes you cum. Your other nipple now receives their
attention. When it is done, the first tit is taken in hand, and you feel the
ring get hot. You are told, "Hold still Cunt, we are welding them shut, and
any movement may get you burned, where we don't want you burned."

The ring gets some ice put on it to cool your nipple. Then the other nipple is
done. You are still nearly immobile. You hear some more movement, you feel
something warm near your right thigh. It is getting warmer.

Suddenly, it is pushed into your thigh, just about where the line of regular
panties would go around. The pain is intense and you pass out.

From:    cheryl
To:      who?                                     Msg #3, 18-Feb-88 02:39am
Subject: Re: On Deck

i didn't expect this. i thought i could handle anything. i'd come to look
forward to the things people were doing to me because it was so long in
between contacts. i'd come to enjoy the slight feelings of pain that were
inflicted  on me. all of a sudden a most humiliating thing was happening to
me. something i'd never heard of. to finally hear a human voice was very
welcome and being called cunt didn't bother me at all. it seemed to fit into
my feelings about myself quite well. my boyfriend used to call me cunt during
sex in the before time and when i heard it again it made me feel comfortable
and excited. i was filled with horror though to be mounted on what i guess are
pegs and strapped to a beam. i started having the feeling that things were
going beyond what i could handle and i was right. the nipple clamps hurt but
heightened my arousal. very strange to me how the more pain and degradation
that was inflicted on me not only terrified me but awoke strong feelings of
sexual desire deep inside of me. and now my body has been mutilated. what
would be next? i realized that now it would be very easy to tie something
through the rings in my nipples and....i need to find more strength. i need to
be able to handle more than i thought. how far would they go? i wasn't so sure
now that i would survive. i remember some time ago when my greatest fear was
that i would be used by a group of men. now i am a slab of meat hung up on
meat-hooks destined for torture. my mind is spinning from intense fear.

From:    Who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #6, 18-Feb-88 05:48pm
Subject: Waking

You wake up, you are tied to the platform again, in the usual manner. The hood
is off, and you can see. The room looks a little lighter. You realize that it
is not the same room, but very similar. You remember the nightmare. Looking
down at your nipples you see the rings that were inserted in them.

Now you begin to feel the places on your body that hurt. You are beginning to
sort them out. Obviously your nipples have a slight ache. Your right hip feels
burned, you also have some discomfort in your pussy lips and clit, as well as
a bit of discomfort in your nose. You look around and see the woman who has
been taking care of you leashed to another platform not far from yours. Her
wrists are fastened to her sides by straps that go around her waist and
thighs. She is gagged, so she cannot talk. She hears you and looks up. She
stands and shuffles over toward you. She has a short chain between her ankle
cuffs.

You see that she is dressed only in the leather straps, and her rings. She
gets close to you, and she uses her right hand to point to you, then points
toward herself. You look at her puzzled. She makes an "O" with her finger at
her side, and points again, looking like she is trying to point between her
legs. You ask, "What, round??, Rings?" she nods her head yes, and spreads her
legs where you can see that she again has one in her clit and one in each
pussy lip. She points to your pussy, and you realize that the lighter pain
there, is from rings that have been installed on you there. Then she tosses
her head, and you notice for the first time the ring in her nose. She points
toward your head. You stick your tongue out and over your upper lip, sure
enough there is a ring lying there, now you can feel it laying on your lip.

You look at her, and ask, "Anything else?"

She nods her head yes, and turns her right hip toward you, lifting her wrist
as much as she can. You can see part of a brand on her hip, sticking out from
under a strap. There is a noise at the door, she stiffens, and moves quickly
back to her platform. She just makes it as the door opens.

Standing in the doorway you see a man. He walks over toward you, and inspects
your rings, turns them  a little, and reaches over an picks up a jar. He
applies some of the salve to your right hip. His fingers are gentle. He wipes
his hand off in your hair.

Looking down at you, he toys with your slit. It feels good. He tells you,
"Here you will answer to the name of Cunt. It is the only name you will use.
We name our pets as we choose. You are going to become a very good slave. Your
reactions and body has told us this. Most of your severe pain is over with.
You will be trained as we choose. You may be whipped, spanked, tied, or made
to perform as we desire. This is the only explanation that you will recieve of
your status." With that he increased his playing with your pussy, until you
were about to cum. He turned, walked over to the other slave, took her leash
loose from the wall and led her out of the room.

Closing the door behind him.

From:    cheryl
To:      Who?                                     Msg #7, 19-Feb-88 04:02am
Subject: Re: Waking

what has happened to me is entirely new, i've never heard of this before and
i'm in a lot of shock. i no longer can visualize ever getting out of this. the
goal i had that gave me strength has disappeared. i feel so weak and degraded.
i am unable to think my way out of this. i realize over and over that my body
has been mutilated forever. branded like a farm animal and maybe the most
degrading of all is a ring through my nose which could never be hidden from
public view if ever i was in a position again to try. anything at all to get
my mind off this awful scene. hands on my slit did start things and i look to
the woman and beg.

From:    Who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #9, 19-Feb-88 06:36pm
Subject: Training

Some time after the slave woman is taken from your company, she returns. She
is again set up with the cock feeder. Her arms are fastened behind her back
again. She walks over close to your head, and turns her right hip toward your
face. There branded on it, is an old gothic style "S". The S is about two
inches tall.

You look up at her, and ask if yours is the same, she nods her head yes, and
then straddles your chest so she can begin feeding you. You realize that you
are very hungry, and suck hungrily on the feeder.

When the feeder is empty, she gets up, goes to the door, turns her back to it,
scratchs on it, and then turns back to the door, and kneels to await someone
opening it to let her out.

You doze off, and don't even remember when the other slave was let out of the
room. You repeat this cycle through five feeding sessions. You feel that at
times the food you are being given is drugged to make you sleep.

You wake up, and the woman slave is there to give you and enema and douche
again. Your pussy or tits haven't been touched since the man talked to you,
and told you that your name was "Cunt". After you have been cleaned out, by
the slave, you are washed down as before, and then your wrists are released
from over your head. You are again allowed to move them around and streach a
little, before having them locked behind your head to you collar again. The
she releases your ankles, but instead of putting a chain between the cuffs,
she has you stand and raise your legs as high as you can a few times. Then she
has you kneel on the platform. She makes you spread your knees wide while you
are kneeling there. She walks behind you and puts a one foot chain between
your ankle cuffs.

She then turns you to face the door. She goes to the door, scratches on it,
and kneels facing it, with her knees widely spread as yours are. You notice
that the brand doesn't seem to be hurting as much as before. You try to twist
and look at it, and also your cunt rings but you hear someone at the door and
pay attention to the door.

The door is opened, and a man enters. He is carrying two leashes. He attaches
one to first her collar, and then one to your collar. He then reaches down and
checks all of your rings, turns them a little, and then takes you by the hair,
and pulls you off of the platform. Once off of the platform, he pulls you to
your feet. He places a harness on you that he can use to attach your wrists
behind your back. He then moves your hands from your collar to the harness. He
then puts the other slave in a similar harness, and removes her gag.

You are both led out of the room, and taken to the area where you are placed
in the belt to be raised to the upper deck. Not being blindfolded you can see
much of the ship. There are many things that you see, but one of the things
that sticks out the most in what you see  is that about every eight or ten
feet there are rings placed in the floors or walls or ceilings.

You are both raised to the deck the same way. On deck you are taken to the
rear of the boat. There you see several cages. There are a few of them
occupied by naked women. There are two types of cages, tall skinny ones, in
which the person in them cannot sit or raise their arms..very close fitting.
The other cages are short ones that require the person inside to not only
kneel but keep her head bowed. As you approach closer, you note that the
standup cages also require the female to keep her head bowed.

Also the stand up females in the stand up cages have their ankles tied to the
outer edges of the cage, so that their legs are open, and cunts available. The
slave with you is placed in one of the stand up cages. Her ankles are attached
to the outer edges of the cage floor, and the door is closed and locked.

Your ankle chains are removed, and you are told to kneel in front of one of
the short cages. You are backed into the cage. Your feet reach the back of the
cage, but your knees aren't all the way in. The man puts his foot between your
knees and pushes them farther open. He then closes the cage door. The door is
designed so that your knees do stick out in front, with them spread. The man
then goes to the back of the cage, and pulls your ankles to the outer edges of
the cage where they are fastened. Next, he reaches in and releases your wrists
only to attache them to the upper front corners of the cage. The man leaves
you there. You cannot look straight out or look up due to the top of the cage
holding your head down.

You are looked over by several people during the day. You are felt, excited,
etc during the day. You are not allowed to cum, but you are brought very close
at times.

Soon it begins to get dark. You have to pee, but you are holding it. As it
gets darker out, it also gets cooler. And of course your knees are killing
you. Some of the females are removed from the cages, and some are added.

You are left there for the night. You are hungry again, and eventually you pee
in your cage. You manage to doze off and on, but have been woken a couple of
times by being pissed on by someone who was passing.

During the night, someone puts a light rope around your waist, and takes the
long end of it, and pulls it through your crack, and pulls it tight tieing it
off.

You are thinking about what form your training will take.

From:    cheryl
To:      Who?                                     Msg #11, 20-Feb-88 03:40am
Subject: Re: Training

i am groggy from the drugged food. i just barely realize i'm up in the air on
deck chained. i notice the rings on the ship. i have no thoughts any more.
branded and rings stuck in me i stand naked on a ship i don't know where
waiting submissively for i don't know what. i give in.

From:    cheryl
To:      Who?                                     Msg #12, 20-Feb-88 03:45am
Subject: Re: Training 2

as i was being led to the cages i looked down in the water and imagined
breaking my bonds and diving in. i would swim away and reach land and be free.
people would help me and everything would be alright again. my boyfriend would
take me back and we'd be in love again. i'd tell him what happened and he'd
say it doesn't matter he loves me anyway. he'd have the rings removed and tell
me don't worry about the brand. with his help i'd get over this horrible
ordeal and be able to resume my life. with a few additions to our sex life of
course. i'd never again walk alone at night or for that matter at any time. i
felt so good thinking about all this and had a smile on my face as i was
forced into my cage and locked in.

From:    who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #13, 20-Feb-88 07:20pm
Subject: Morning

You awaken from a light doze with a sharp jerk. Something is being put in your
ass, from behind. You feel it going in deeper. You try to twist and see what
is happening. You feel water beginning to flow, and realize that again you are
being given an enema. While that is going, a douche nozzle is being used on
your pussy.

Twisting around, you see that you are not the only one being cleaned out. When
the cleaning is done, both you slaves and the deck gets a good wash down from
a hose.

The door to your cage is opened, a leash attached to your collar. From behind
your ankles are released from the sides of the cage, and a 1 foot chain put on
to connect them. The man walks back in front of you, and releases your hands
one at a time, and attaches them directly to your collar. You are pulled out
of the cage, allowed to stand, and led over to a walled area. On arrival
there, you see some slaves already there. They are on their hands and knees,
with their head over a trough.

Your ankle chain is attached to a ring in the deck. You are again put on your
knees, your wrists are then released from your collar, and linked to another
ring in the deck, forcing you to be on your hands and knees with your face
also over the trough. There is a bar on the deck that you are required to put
your knees on each side of. You know that this gives anyone behind you a full
view of your cunt, and ass!

The trough fills with water. It's been so long since you had a drink that you
drink hungrily, as do the other slaves at the trough.  Soon, while you are
still trying to drink the water level drops, and then is gone. Then you see
coming down the trough something that looks like oatmeal, only a little
runnier. Someone comes up behind you, and rubs something on your pussy, and
then your tits.


By now the mushy stuff is all of the way down the trough, you taste it, and
note that it tastes much like the paste you have been feeding on. You are
hungry and you begin eating. After the first few bites of the stuff, you
suddenly realize that your cunt and tits are beginning to feel warm, and it is
making you horney. Looking to each side, you see the other girls though still
feeding, are beginning to move, almost automatically, and realize your ass is
doing the same thing.


You go back to feeding, and soon someone comes through scraping the stuff to
the far end of the trough, and wish you could have some more.


A few minutes later you are allowed to stand again, and are taken over to an
open area, where your right ankle is secured to a ring by a three foot chain,
and the ankle chain between your legs is removed. Your wrists are released,
and you and the other slaves are put through an exercise program, that leaves
you very tired. As well as still horney, from whatever was rubbed onto you.
You are told to lay down and sunbathe, for an all over tan, not to touch your
tits or pussy. But if you wish you may examine yourself.

From:    cheryl
To:      who?                                     Msg #14, 21-Feb-88 03:40am
Subject: Re: Morning

i don't want to examine myself. my body has been mutilated and i don't want to
see it. i'm going to try and lay in the sun until i'm burned. that's what i
deserve for getting myself into this awful mess. whatever was rubbed on me
though did get me excited and i have an itch that needs to be scratched. i
havent been this long without sex in a long time. i guess we are to be sold
into slavery. i'm not sure why we havent been used yet on board this ship.
except there might be more training. but what could it be? maybe the other
girls have been used and its just me they dont want. is that good or bad? they
want us tanned all over for some reason. i'd always wanted an all over tan.
the farthest i ever got was unhooking my top and laying on my belly. now i'm
on my back and my nipples are beginning to burn. i wonder if we're being
prepared for a tropical climate. doesnt do any good to keep wondering. got to
get my mind off of this again. can't think about being fed like a pig from a
trough. or cleaned up in such a rude manner. i've got to try and hold on to
the before time. what did his face look like.........

From:    Who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #15, 21-Feb-88 11:05am
Subject: Tanning

One of the men comes over and nudges you with his foot, forcing you to turn
over, and this is done occasionally to make sure that you don't get a bad burn
to start with.

After about an hour or maybe a little longer, your wrists are again fastened,
this time behind your back, you are stood up, you ankle released from the deck
chain, and you are taken to the hoist area, where you are again lowered down
into the ship.

You are met there by a man who takes you into a cabin that has a large cross
in the middle of it, with lots  of leather straps. You are placed on the
cross, and strapped into place, spreadeagled. The man examines your nose and
nipple rings. Then he walks behind the cross and you hear a slight noise, like
a catch releasing, and then the cross begins to move, and you find yourself
being turned upside down.

Once you are upside-down, the man comes back in front of you. He inspects the
rings in your pussy. He grunts to himself, and then examines your brand.
Absent-mindedly he unzips his pants, and pulls his cock out. Your mouth is
perfectly placed, as he walks closer and tells you to suck him off.

While he is standing there with his cock in your mouth, he plays with your
tits and tastes your cunt. He quickly brings you to the point of orgasm. He
keeps you there, but he does not allow you to cum. When he finally cums, you
swollow his cum. You are so horney by now that you cannot control your body
movements. He has reduced you to the point of having only one thing on your
mind. You can think of nothing else. That is the heat between your legs, and
getting the relief that you want....just to be able to cum! You are so CLOSE!

He backs away a little, and turns you back upright. You start begging him.
Tears are streaming down your face in your need to cum. He walks over to a
box, and removes a leather strap. And brings it over to you. He inserts the
dildo looking mouthpiece in your mouth, fastens it behind your head, blocking
your pleas to be allowed to cum.

He toys with you somemore, you can only moan, your hips are moving of their
own volition. He moves behind you, and comes back. He has a jar. He takes some
of the stuff, and begins to massage it on your breasts and pussy, still
keeping you on the edge of climax. Just an extra touch! is all you would
need!...

He puts the jar back behind you and leave the room, closing the door behind
him. You now notice another little item. The stuff he rubbed on you is getting
warm. It is keeping the fires going, and bringing them to new hieghts. If you
could just touch yourself....

From:    cheryl
To:      Who?                                     Msg #16, 23-Feb-88 04:00am
Subject: Re: Tanning

if this is what they have in mind for me as a slave on this ship, i might like
it after all. i enjoyed having my mouth used while he played with me to the
point of orgasm. even if i wasn't allowed to cum it brought me such pleasure
and if this is a taste of what's to come i'll be a happy slave indeed. i put
everything i could into it even though i usually use my fingers. light strokes
behind the balls etc. i used my lips and tongue as i've learned to do offering
a deep throat and providing a little suction to increase the pleasure. to
finally taste cum again was so wonderful and familiar and if i have to endure
another dry spell i will remember every little detail of this to see me
through. it's been a long time since i've been allowed to cum and to be
brought to the point of it and denied makes me feel so weak and submissive.
eager to please my captures more so that i might be allowed to cum. i'm having
a more difficult time focusing my thoughts on my boyfriend and the before
time. seems like now all i think about is being upside down and watching pants
open to expose an erect penis. and feeling that i must serve in any way i'm
needed. i'm so good sexually, i wish theyy'd give me the chance to prove it.
now let's see....how did that feel and taste as i stretched my tongue to greet
the tip of that cock...hmmmm

From:    who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #17, 23-Feb-88 06:56am
Subject: Dozing

After awhile, you doze off again. You are still extremely hot and horney. The
things you do in the dreams...ahhh...welll!

You wake up to a hand on your breast. You didn't hear the door open. Your
nipples are still hard, and you are wishing whoever it is would stroke your
wide open cunt as you open your eyes. This man runs his hand over you
expertly, like an appraiser. You whimper behind the gag as he touches your
cunt.

You feel the dampness from your cunt down each thigh as he strokes your inner
thighs. You pussy has both of your thight wet for about six inches below it!
His fingers on your inner thighs even though low, are causing your hips to
buck and thrust again. You are whimpering an crying again in frustration.

He removes his hand, turns and walks over to a chair, and sits down. He
watches you squirm. He watchs you as your body settles down again. The heated
stuff that was put on you is still very active, and is keeping you aroused,
not to mention his watching you. You realize more and more that you are just a
cunt for him to play with at his leisure, and that he or anyone that comes
into contact with you can do with or to you ANYTHING that they desire.

Another man enters the room. You hadn't noticed that the door was open. He
joins the other man and they talk, a little about you, as if you weren't
there, and some of the other slaves on board. They discuss you and the others
as if you were dumb animals. The man who put you on the cross comes into the
room next. He sits with them, and also talks about how well you give head.
Being watched on the cross exposed as you are, is also a turn-on for you.

A female slave comes into the room. She approaches the cross, and begins
loosening your arms. As soon as your arms are loose enough, your wrists are
fastened to the back of your collar again. She snaps a leash to your collar,
finishes removing you from the cross, and leads you over to the men. She
points to the floor in front of you, and you kneel. One of the men reach out
and slap you, almost knocking you over, and says, "Spread your fucking knees
wide bitch, you are in the presence of your Masters!" The gag takes most of
the blow. You hurriedly move your knees as far apart as you can get them. The
slave removes the gag from your mouth. The man then snaps his finger, and the
slave pulls you backwards and lowers you to your back. The man who slapped you
pulls his cock out of his pants. The other slave hurriedly moves over to him
and begins to work on his cock with her mouth. When he is ready,he steps back
from her, tells you to straighten your legs out, and then moves into your
saddle. You are so horney that you begin to cum on his second stroke into you.
You wrap your legs around him. He tells you that you must announce every time
you cum. And that you must keep count of the times you cum....

From:    cheryl
To:      who?                                     Msg #18, 26-Feb-88 04:30am
Subject: Re: Dozing

1....2.....3.....4.....5.....oh! to cum to finally cum! to finally have
nothing more on my mind than inches and inches of lovely hard cock thrusting
into my hat and eager pussy. i want it hard and deep. i felt very obediant and
comfortable when i was ordered to spread my legs in front of my master. i
thought it was going to be further punishment and frustration to have to sit
and watch the other slave girl give head and get all the pleasure. i was so
grateful to be the cunt he decided to use and felt very proud to accept his
delicious cock. i am coming to accept my role as cunt for the pleasure and
amusement of anybody who happens to feel like doing something to me. when
masters talk in my presence like i wasn't there the words a blurred and i
don't always hear whats being said until i hear the word cunt which i know
means me and its time for me to be attentive and obediant. i have become an
animal and accept my lower status. i feed so my body will remain in good
condition for my primary purpose which seems to be providing sexual pleasure.
if i do it well enough for the masters then i assume they will continue to
feed me and that is all i need any more. i hope my unworthy pussy can give him
enough pleasure if he decides to shoot sperm into me. i'm so frightened that
it won't and tears streak down my cheeks at the awful thought that maybe my
pussy isn't wet enough or maybe it isn't hot enough or maybe he'll find it too
tight or too loose. i'm frantic with worry. the more he pumps me the more i
know he's finding out about me. will the other master decide not to use me if
he tells him i'm not worth it? i try to squeeze around him taking a chance it
may increase his pleasure. my mind spins wildly trying to think of things to
do to please him. i allow myself a tiny bit of time to enjoy his driving
cock....6......7......

From:    Who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #19, 27-Feb-88 04:29pm
Subject: Cuming

....8....9.....10.... Will the ecstasy quit? The man inside you seems
to be able to keep going. He is riding you hard and thrusting deeply. Gone is
the thought of the pain of the brand, or the pierced parts of your body. You
care only about the pleasure that you can receive, and give.   .....11.....12
...

You feel him begin to tense up, as he is getting ready to cum inside you. He
has your left nipple in his mouth, as he continues thrusting into you. He lets
your nipple go, and covers your open mouth with his. He forces your mouth to
accept his tongue deep down your throat. You can only remember to
count...13....14....14....

He comes inside you. You feel a large glob of cum being deposited in your
cunt. You come as he cums. You announce 15. He continues to pump inside you.
Now long slow stokes. ...16........17.... you feel like you may faint from the
pleasure. You are about to make it again, as he climbs off of you and orders
you tied to the whipping post.

You are placed facing the post, your tits on either side of it. Your wrists
are removed from behind your collar, and pulled up to a ring and tied, forcing
you to stand on your tip-toes. He walks up behind you, and roughly takes your
tit in his hand to get your attention, and says, "Cunt, you were told to keep
count and announce every time you came! You lost count and counted 14 twice!
That will be 5 lashes of the whip.

You see one of the men bring in the whip. You are required to kiss its handle.
You are told that you must also count the strokes of the whip. The whip lands
on your back, you scream, and say one. The pain of the whip....The second
lands...Finally the last stroke. They leave you hanging there.

From:    Who?
To:      Cheryl                                   Msg #20, 28-Feb-88 01:35pm
Subject: Hanging there

You are not left hanging there for long. Soon two females come and take you
down from the post. Your hands are clipped together behind your back. They
take you out of the room and escort you to a cabin. In the cabin, the lock a
4" chain to your clit ring, and lay you on your stomach. They lock the chain
to a ring in the floor, release your wrists, arrange you so that your cunt is
facing the door with your legs open, and they leave you attached to the floor
by a 4" clit chain

The pain from the whipping has mostly subsided. Your back is still tender.
Mostly you are humiliated from the whipping. You hear the door open, and a
slave is led into the room. She is knelt with her back to the wall, where you
can see her by looking to your left. She is leashed to the wall so that she
cannot get up. You note that her she knelt with her legs spread. The other
slave leaves, leaving the door open.

The slave speaks to you, "I have been assigned to give you some basic
instructions since the Masters here have decided that you have some value to
them. The instructions are simple. You are an animal that belongs to the
master of this vessel. All slaves here are named Cunt. We are available on
demand for any pleasure that any male on this vessel wants to use us for."

"Basic rules are that no slave may close her legs without permission.
Slaves may not touch their cunts, ass' or tits without permission. This means
that you also cannot masterbate. When you are tied in the ship areas, you may
as well go ahead and pee or shit where you are. If you are in an area that is
carpeted, then you must ask for permission to be allowed to go piss or shit!
You must always refer to your private parts as cunt, tits, or ass. You may not
speak without permission or to directly answer a question."

"Slaves may not get on furniture without permission. If you are told
to go to the couch, you are to go to the couch and kneel by it. Whippings and
other things are used for any infractions. The lightest whipping is 5
strokes." She then asks, "What day were you brought here, if you remember?"
You tell her, and see a look of shock and grief cross her face. "I have been
here, then for over two years!" she replies.

"Remember, ANYTHING they want to do to you or any of us they can! There
is nothing nor no-one to stop them! We are nothing but pieces of meat for them
to play with as they choose!

"Now, do you have any questions, Cunt?"

From:    cheryl
To:      Who?                                     Msg #21, 29-Feb-88 05:19am
Subject: Re: Hanging there

i don't know what happened, i must of passed out from the whipping. the pain
of the whip combined so soon with the pleasure of cumming overwhelmed me. i
come to my senses with my cunt chained to the floor and another slave telling
me the rules. i thought i was the only one called cunt. now i'm reduced even
further to find out everybody is called cunt. i was horrified to find out
she's been here for two years. i calculated the time for crossing the largest
ocean and figured that would be it. i accepted my status as an animal figuring
i could endure it that long. now things look hopeless. i feel more and more
like a piece of meat naked and chained to the floor. branded and mutilated.
not allowed even to touch my own body because it belongs to all the others
now. my cunt, my tits, and my ass are for the enjoyment of an unknown number
of men for an unknown length of time. i'm bursting with questions to ask the
other slave but i wonder if she'll tell and i'll be even more severely
punished. she's been here two years and there's probably nothing of her old
self left in her at all. if i speak of escape, she'll tell on me at the first
chance. she must have some status a little higher than the others if she's the
one they use to relate the rules to me. i think i better not trust her at all.
i'll try one harmless question to test her. "what did your name used to be?".
i see the question caused her confusion and i can tell i shouldn'tve asked it
as soon as i said it. i try to cover quickly saying "i think i'll make a good
slave animal. i'm eager to be used in any manner". her gaze tells me nothing.
i can't tell if i changed her thoughts or if she's focusing on my rebellious
question to tell on me. i wish i could reach her, i'd get her mind off things.
my back hurts and i'm starting to remember not to move. this ring in my cunt
hurts when i move. i wonder if we'll be fed. i'll lay still and recall the
wonderful sex session. wonder how often that'll happen. hmmmmm.

From:    Who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #22, 29-Feb-88 08:58pm
Subject: Questions

She looks at you, and tells you, "Yes, you will be a good slave or you will
not last here. None of us are allowed to tell what our former names were to
anyone. Even if we want to, we cannot. We have been conditioned not to be able
to even say it."

"You are the first slave I have been allowed to talk to in this manner.
It is nice to be able to talk after so long. I almost forgot one thing, Do not
look the masters in the eyes. If you must look at them, look at their
crotchs."

"If you would like to try and escape, I know of no way to make it happen
without getting killed. Do you remember how you were lowered on the pegs when
you were branded? If so, the last female to try to escape was lowered that way
onto a long pole. We all had to watch."

"We are taught the tough way about escaping here. Your last chance
cunt, to ask any questions that I can answer. We have about 5 more minutes til
they come for me."

From:    cheryl
To:      Who?                                     Msg #23, 05-Mar-88 03:42am
Subject: Re: Questions

What happens if i look the masters in the eyes? How often will i be used? what
can i do to make things easier for me here? are we always kept chained away
from each other? how many slaves are there? you mean nobodys ever gotten out
of here? does this ship ever go into a port? are we ever allowed clothes? i
don't see any old slaves just young ones. what happens if i'm here so long i
begin to show age? now i'm getting hysterical. migod! what happens if i get
pregnant? will i ever be lowered on that awful peg again? i won't try to
escape i promise. i'm very obediant. i'm a tame animal totally domesticated.
extremely eager to please. if they ask you please tell them i said these
things. i don't want them to hurt me. i'm very frightened. are you frightened?
you seem like the life's been taken out of you. dehumanized. is that what's in
store for me? will i be able to think at all? i already find i spend most of
my time either thinking about sex or food. it helps me keep from becoming
frantic. seems to be the only safe concerns. i wish a master was here right
now so i could lose my thoughts in his crotch. i feel miserable right now. i'm
going to just lay down my head on the floor and remain motionless. i must try
not to sleep because i might turn and tear my lips on this cunt ring. i just
had a horrible thought. what if they decided to use me when i was in this
position? how could i remain still enough to avoid injury? i need a good hard
cry. i havent been this frightened since i was captured. i'm starting to
panic. must try to calm down.

From:    Who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #24, 05-Mar-88 07:38pm
Subject: Answers

She starts to calm you and answer your questions. Suddenly you feel a hand on
your shoulder, shaking you violently. You are being turned over, but there is
no pain as in the chain being pulled. Your head is throbbing, and sore. You
open your eyes, and see that it is dark, and you are still in the alley.

Still you are being shaken, and you hear a voice calling, "Missie, Missie are
you alright....Missie..C'mon Missie...."

You turn, wondering who is shaking you, your eyes focus slowly on something
reflecting light. You finally focus, and see that it is a policeman. You are
on the ground in the alley. Your skirt is messed up, but you are fine.

You ask about your purse...it is gone..you have been mugged. The officer
advises you that he chased the person off, just after you hit the ground, and
that nothing untoward had happened to you. He wants to send you into the
hospital for a check, but you opt out, saying you feel fine.

After a few more questions, you are free to go. You get a rid home from the
cops. Once, home, you feel the need to clean up, and try to wash some of the
dreams off of you, not to mention the alley.

Taking your cloths off, you find that your panties are missing. You had been
so busy with the questions and all that you hadn't noticed. You start the
shower and adjust the water. While the bathroom is beginning to heat up you
look yourself over in your full length bathroom mirror.

You don't see any damage done, a place where a bruise might appear, not too
bad. Then you see something on your hip. You turn, its your right hip.
Its'...no..it can't be...

There on your hip you find a large gothic "S" drawn in ink.

From:    cheryl
To:      Who?                                     Msg #30, 08-Mar-88 03:58am
Subject: Re: Answers

well who? is this is the end of the fantasy thank you it was a great one and i
enjoyed most of it very much. you had me frightened in parts though. if it's
not the end of the fantasy, come crawl through my window and explain to a very
confused girl what happened to me in the alley. i can't take my eyes off the
"s" and i'm near panic trying to understand. the dreams were so real and i
remember some of the delicious things i'd like to introduce into my next
relationship. maybe i shouldve gone to the hospital. at first i didn't think
i'd been raped but....

From:    Who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #32, 08-Mar-88 06:02pm
Subject: Questions

If the cop came along as the guy hit you, how did you loose your panties and
get the "S" on your hip? You call the operator on the phone, and find that it
really is the same day, so you have only lost a little time, from the mugging.

You go ahead and take your shower. The "S" washes off with no problem. Since
you lost your purse, you make a mental note to have the locks changed on your
doors.

This can be the end or a beginning.....

                         Which do you want??

                                                 Who?

From:    Who?
To:      Cheryl                                   Msg #54, 12-Mar-88 07:10pm
Subject: Shower

You feel great taking your shower. You decide to go ahead and run some bath
water in the tub, with some nice bubble bath and just sit down, and relax in
the luxury of the warm bubbly water.

You are somewhat drowsey, but also horney, and are rubbing yourself gently,
almost debating whether you want to make yourself cum, or just slip gently off
to sleep.

After nearly an hour in the bath tub, you get up, and slowly dry yourself off.
Rubbing yourself here and there with the towel. You haven't let yourself cum,
you have just made yourself feel really good but horney.

You go into the bedroom, and find your neatly made up bed turned down! You
didn't turn it down! Since you thought you were alone you have left your towel
in the bath room, and are stark naked. You hear someting behind you, and turn
to see someone standing there. You can't see them, as they are in the shadows.

The person, a male voice says, "You looked well in the 'S'! Here, put these
on!" he tosses you a collar and cuffs. You look at him, and start to tell him
where to go, and then notice the gun in his hand. He is holding it steadily on
you, as he pulls back the hammer.

You place the collar around your neck, and lock it in place. Then you put the
cuffs on your wrists, and lock them. He motions for you to turn around. He
comes up behind you, and clips your cuffs together behind your back. He then
attaches a strap from your collar down your back to the cuffs, pulling your
wrists up to the middle of your back.

He comes up with a gag, and places it in your mouth. It is a penis type gag,
with a breathing hole in it. It is a long one, and is just short of being long
enough to gag you.

He next turns you around and examines your tits and pussy. He takes you by the
hair, and forces you to look him in the eyes. He looks at you with a steady
stern gaze. You feel he is looking straight through your eyes, and down deep
right into your cunt. Gently, but firmly, he pushs you back on the bed. He
locks a cuff on each of your ankles, and motions for you to scoot yourself up
on the bed. Once you are in the postion that he wants you to be in, he
produces some rope, and ties your ankles spread wide on the bed. He also,
takes a piece of the rope, and leashes your collar to the head of the bed.

He looks at his watch, and leaves the room to look around. He comes back and
sits down. He looks at his watch again, and finally gets up, takes his pants
off, and moves between your legs. He puts his hard cock into your wet pussy.
He fucks you like you are just a piece of meat that he can use anythime he
wants to. He makes no attempt to satisfy you. He is interested in satisfying
himself only. Despite his disinterest in your satisfaction, you find yourself
responding...like you never thought you could!

From:    cheryl
To:      Who?                                     Msg #55, 12-Mar-88 08:22pm
Subject: Re: Shower

i'm horrified! mostly i'm horrified that i realize a sense of extreme relief
to be back in my bonds and am being used like an animal again. to feel again
the cutting of bonds into my flesh as i'm rocked mercilessly back and forth by
the lustful thrusts of rape. i am responding. no attempt has been made to
satisfy me yet no attempt was needed. my conditioning was complete and i
fulfil my role as sex meat. fuck me master. may my cunt provide you pleasure.
i squinsh up my eyes tight and moan as you drive repeatedly into me. your
muscular thighs slapping against my buttocks over and over make me squeal with
delight. i feel my lubricant oozing down my legs and i'm madly reminded of a
dream. i ache to be released from my bonds so i can clasp you to me. will you
descend to me and deeply kiss an unworthy slave? oooh your cock gives me such
wonderful pleasure! aahhhh ooohhh

From:    Who?
To:      cheryl                                   Msg #56, 15-Mar-88 04:15pm
Subject: Sex

The man using you marvels at how well you are responding to his use. And the
amount of lubricant that you are able to produce. He continues to pump into
you. As he stiffen's and drops his load into your cunt, you are able to cum
again. As he finish's he relaxes and lays on you with his cock still in your
pussy. You continue to move trying to keep him in  you and to make yourself
cum again.

He lets you work yourself up again, and then stands up and looks at you. He
goes into your bathroom. You hear him opening things, and running some water.
Soon he comes back into the bedroom. He has a small bowl and one of your
razors, as well as some shaving cream. He places the articles on the bed, and
proceeds to lather your bush. He also, spends some time stroking your clit and
pussy lips. He takes a very hot cloth and places it over your lathered cunt.
He lets it stay there for a while, removes it, and lathers you up again. Then
he begins shaving your pussy bare. He uses very careful strokes, and makes it
baby smooth. When he is done, he rinses you down very nicely, and again
strokes your cunt. The who operation has been very arousing to you. You are
straining you get him to just slip his finger into you a little, but he is
watching for that, and just teases you.

When you feel like you are going to go nuts, and could scream if it wasn't for
the gag, he gets up, and returns everything to the bathroom. He returns, and
sits again, and watchs you move in your heat. You try to beg him to finish
you, and let you cum. He just watchs you and looks at his watch every once in
a while.

Everytime you start to cool down, he comes over to you and strokes you again.
Finally around one or two o'clock, you aren't exactly sure, he comes over, and
releases your ankles. Then he produces a leather strap that he attaches
between your ankles. It is about a foot long. He then removes the rope from
your collar, and attaches a leash to your collar. He picks up the rope that he
has used, wipes down the few things that he has touched, and leads you out of
your apartment.

It is a cool night, and you immediately get cold, and goose pimples pop up.
Your nipples become so hard that you can't beleive they belong to you. He
leads you down the back side of your apartment, and into the parking lot. He
pauses only long enough to make sure that there aren't any unwanted watchers
lurking. He suddenly stops, and pushes you back into the shadows, and holds
you there, with one hand between your legs. A car passes, and the people get
out, and move away from you. He waits there, for what seems like an eternity.
You are cold!

Soon however, he moves you accross the parking lot to your car. He opens your
passenger side door, and puts you in the front seat. He fastens the seat belt
on you, closes and locks the door. Then he gets in on the other side, an using
your lost keys drives you off.

When he gets to his destination, he pulls your car into a closed garage. He
takes you out of the car, and tells you your name. You will be called
"Cunt" just like in your dream. He tells you that you may no longer
used the name Cheryl, but in everything, from now on (in this story) respond
to and list yourself as Cunt!


From:    cunt
To:      Who?                                     Msg #57, 18-Mar-88 03:24am
Subject: kidnapped

why do i give in so easily to shedding the name cheryl and adopting such a
degrading name as cunt? why did i let you kidnap me without the slightest
struggle? for the same reason my nipples are so stiff right now. because you
fucked me oh so fine. wherever you're taking me excites me. the fear excites
me. my bonds excite me. i feel strangely comfortable to be a slave again.
can't remember why i tried so desperately to get away before. my exhilaration
vanishes though as i realize what's in store for me could be harmful. i start
wildly imagining all sorts of horrible things that could happen and once again
i'm in a panic. but the gnawing fear deep down inside me is whats causing me
to remain wet. i've never been brought to this level of excitement before and
its absolutely intoxicating. i'm being made to know my true purpose is to be a
cunt. the more humiliation and degradation i'm made to endure the more i feel
useful. i deserve to be restrained because i'm not capable of movement on my
own. my movements would be stupid and silly. i need direction. my speech
should be controlled because otherwise i would blurt out nonsense and be
whipped for it. any orifices i have i realize are for the sole pleasure of my
captor. i ache for them to fulfill their purpose. i'm ashamed at how unworthy
they are and i'll shut my eyes tight as they're used in shame for their
worthlessness. i feel ugly and lower my head in total submission. tears stain
my cheeks as i think of all the ways i could be a better cunt than i am. i
wouldn't blame you if you threw me out of the car alongside the road naked and
bound. cast off as unuseable. rejected. my only hope now is that you'll keep
me and i can provide some little bit of pleasure for you. i dare to imagine
that i could.
    your faithful cunt

From:    Who?
To:      cunt                                     Msg #58, 19-Mar-88 12:37pm
Subject: The Garage

Looking around the garage, you see that it isn't too different from any other
one. The man leads you over, and has you kneel by the wall. He takes a chain
from a bolt in the wall, and attachs it to your collar, he leaves the leash in
place. The chain will not allow you to stand. He then reaches down, and
fastens a chain to your ankle cuffs so that you cannot leave the kneeling
position. He straightens up, and then reachs down and tweeks your nipples.
Then turns and walks out of the garage. You are still chilly.

In a few minutes he returns, and attaches nipple clamps to your nipples. He
also has a blindfold that he puts on you, and then a small light headset. It
is tuned to an easy music station. He rubs you between your legs. You feel him
putting something around your waist. He tightens the belt around your waist.
Again he rubs you between your legs, this time he is rubbing with some kind of
cream, or lotion. He reaches between your legs, and he brings something
through from behind, he does something at the front of the belt. The cream or
whatever is warming your cunt.

Suddenly he pulls down on whatever he was working on, and you feel a rope slip
into place between your cunt lips. He pulls it downward and tight, then runs
it back between your legs and cinches it thight to the back of the belt. He
ties it there. Then moving back to your front again, he spreads the rope, and
makes sure that your clit it between the ropes.

You hear the garage door open, your car start, leave and the garage door
closes. You are left alone. On your knees, you are chilly, but whatever he
rubbed on your cunt is keeping your mind occupied, because you are hot there.
You also realize that the music you are listening to is not just music. Or is
it. You imagine you can hear pleasure moans in the background....or is it your
own moans.


From:    cunt
To:      Who?                                     Msg #136, 24-Mar-88 03:36am
Subject: the garage

naked and cold and bound tightly in a position of submission with oil heating
my pussy...is this heaven? music and moans in my ears. i'm hallucinating. i
look around and almost expect to see other slaves hanging on the garage walls
or was that a dream..can't remember. think i've been passed out for awhile.
very difficult toregain consciousness. the cold garage floor hurts my knees
but reminds me of who i am. a slut pet put into waiting to be used for sex. i
hang my head as much as possible so my hair falls and hides my face. i
shouldn't be seen by anybody until they're ready for my services. it's cold in
here and i have gooseflesh all over. i shiver too but i think its from what i
fear. i ache to be used so it'll get my mind off these horrible panicky
thoughts. untill then i wait..



From:    Who?
To:      cunt                                     Msg #59, 24-Mar-88 11:21am
Subject: My Return

I am gone for what seems like hours to you. In reality it is less that 2
hours. I enter through the side door, that connects to the house. You jump as
you hear the door open. I see you kneeling there, and your knees are hurting,
as I see you try to shift your weight. I also see that you are very hot,
because your pelvis keeps moving. I come over and touch your cunt and you
thrust forward for me to play with you. Your moans are like music. I release
your ankles, and collar from the wall, and help you stand. Keeping one hand on
your pussy.

I lead you still blindfolded out of the garage, and into the back yard. There,
I have you kneel again, and tell you to use the bathroom if you need to, as I
remove the cinch from between your legs. It is colder out here, and you start
shivering a bit. You pee, I ask you if you are done, you nod your head yes. I
wipe your pussy for you, and play with it lightly for a few moments, then
stand you up, and take you into the house.

In the house, I allow you to sit near a fire. I remove the belt, and the gag.
You work your mouth. I tell you not to speak without permission.
I massage your mouth for you a little. Then, I move my hand dow to your cunt
again, stroking you. Your nipples are numb by now from the clamps, and have
been for a while. As I bring you back into full heat, I remove the clamp from
you left nipple. Your cunt leaps at my hand as you cum form the intensity of
the exquisite pain of your nipple being released. You let out a little squeal
of pleasure. I release your other nipple, and you cum again!

I lay you on your back, and mount you. You are more that ready for me, as you
cum again as I slide my cock into your love channel. You can only think of
pleasure, and the movement of what is inside you, and getting the most out of
it. You want to hold me, but your arms are still behind your back. I cover
your mouth with mine, and slip my tongue deep into yours, forcing your mouth
to stay open.


From:    cunt
To:      Who?                                     Msg #60, 26-Mar-88 05:46am
Subject: fuckable meat

oh yes fuck me! i want nothing else but your throbbing cock driving hard again
and again into me mercilessly. your thighs slapping my cheeks as you thrust
into me with a vengeance. i arch as much as i can to meet you and the binds
are cutting into my wrists as i strain to break free so i can clutch you
tightly to me. my head is wildly thrashing back and forth from side to side as
little explosions go off in my toes and sweat pours from everywhere on my
body. i've never felt so lustful in all my life and i feel no other thing than
to provide sexual pleasure for your swollen cock. i feel your hard balls
against my ass and pleasure goes through me even more each time i feel them. i
want to bite them, lick them adore them. uh uh uh uh oh god i'm crying what a
stud how can you keep it up? i'm so sore but i want it forever. i am near
unconsiousness when you kiss me. i've been such an animal to be led around
like a slut and the cunt i am. that you would kiss me makes me nearly faint
but i worry about you pressing your beautiful lips onto my slut ones. i hope
you don't mind too much. return the pain to my nipples with your fingers. the
spring clamps hurt but they belong on me. pinch my nipples off if you want to.
uh uh uh uh i'm becoming so weak i can barely lift my hips off the floor
anymore to meet your relentless driving thrusts. i'm so proud you consider me
fuckable meat. yank my hair back hard so it hurts and make me blurt out how
much i'm devoted to your method of rape. oh god please cum in me please cum in
me.


From:    Who?
To:      cunt                                     Msg #61, 26-Mar-88 05:17pm
Subject: Re: fuckable meat

Yes you are very fuckable! I play with your nipples, not letting up on my
mouth being over yours. You are moaning, and getting weaker in your thrusts. I
pick up the pace a little, and drive harder into you. I am getting ready to
shoot my wad into your nice warm cunt.

I make you cum again, as I cum inside you. We are both sweating from your use.
I roll off of you, and tell you, "Clean my cock, cunt!" You take a moment to
gather yourself, and slip down to my cock. You have to find it by feel, since
you are still blindfolded.

After I am satisfied with your cleaning my cock, I get up, and pull you to
your feet by your hair. I hold you bent over, and lead you through the house.

I remove your blindfold, and you find yourself in a bathroom. I take you to
the shower, remove your collar, and replace it with a metal collar on a leash
in the shower. With the collar in place, you cannot exit the shower. I release
your wrists, and ankles and order you to take a shower. To call me when you
are done, but not to turn the water off.

When you call me, I enter the shower, and order you to bathe me, and give you
permission to speak to me.


From:    cunt
To:      Who?                                     Msg #62, 28-Mar-88 03:39am
Subject: wet bodies

i am clean in the shower and i call to you that i'm finished. to my surprise
you enter the shower also and order me to wash you. i'm almost overcome with
pride that i'm allowed to touch your tantalizing body. my fingers tremble and
my knees become so weak they won't support me anymore and i drop onto them in
the tub. the water is streaming onto my head as i look adoringly at your
torso. i summon the courage to begin slowly soaping a washcloth and wiping it
over you. all i can manage at first is some stuttering blurting stupid
phrases. i lower my eyes in shame and expect to be beaten. the blows don't
come and i try again. i wash very intently your hips and pubic area kneeling
with my face inches away from my delight. "my master, my master, i've never
come close to being as fulfilled as this! i ache to carry out your slightest
wish. i'll obey instantly your slightest whim. how can i serve you further?".
you seem satisfied with what i said and my heart is pounding for fear i
displeased you. you turn for me to wash your ass and i could die. it's so
beautiful and tempting. it's all i can do to keep from grabbing you tight and
kissing you all over it. slowly my hands caress your ass and soap it up. i
dare to let my hand pull your cheeks slightly and i use the washcloth to clean
you everywhere especially just behind your balls. you allow me to do a good
job and then you pull me to a standing position. my legs are wobbly but i
manage to stand and wash your back and chest as you turn for me. you grasp my
wrists and lift them to your face and you lift my chin until i look up into
your eyes. i feel like an animal about to be shot. my heart is pounding with
fear. i search your eyes for answers but none come. you just gaze into my eyes
and right through me. the washcloth drops uselessly to the tub as you pull me
into you and kiss me. i'm almost totally overcome with pride. i put all i have
into it. following your movements smoothly in the dance of tongues. i can't
restrain my moans and i'm very worried you won't like them but i can't help
it. i clutch your shoulders tightly and marvel at this privilege. i've ached
to hold your shoulders for so long. this must be a new form of torture because
i can't reason why i'm being treated like this. my devotion is increasing
beyong what i thought possible. i can't stand it anymore. you kiss my neck and
i throw my head back and scream. my thoughts spin out of control and i'm sure
i fainted.


From:    Who?
To:      cunt                                     Msg #63, 28-Mar-88 09:29am
Subject: Re: wet bodies

You feel so supple, and willing. I pull away from you enough to reach out of
the shower, and get a towel, which I hand to you, and you begin to dry me off.
Your moans are like music to my ears. I am very satisfied with your responses
so far, but  I say nothing. When you have me dried off, I take the towel from
you, and slowly dry you off, your back, your legs, your belly, your arms your
shoulders, your tits. I reach down to you pussy, and slip my finger into you,
and find you are very wet, and not from the shower. I finish drying you of,
and take you in my arms and begin  kissing your neck and ears. I move to your
mouth, and slip my tongue deep into your throat, as I move one of my hands
between your legs to play with your juicy cunt.

I allow you to cum on my hand. I remove your arms from me, and tell you that
you may not touch youself. I leave the shower for a short time, and come back
wit your collar and cuffs, which I order you to put on and lock into place. I
remove the shower collar and pull you out of the shower by your collar ring. I
get a leash from the sink and snap it to your collar. I bring you over to the
sink, and tell you to brush you hair out, and blow dry it. I attach your leash
to a ring in the wall near the mirror.

While you are brushing and drying your hair, I allow my hands to fully explore
your body. Your cunt is still dripping, your nipples are hard as little rocks.

When you have finished with your hair, I take your leash loose from the wall,
and order you to your hands and knees, then lead you out of the bathroom on
all fours. I take you into the dining room and lead you over to a ring in the
floor. I attach your wrists together through the ring with a short chain. I
move my hand up to your hanging breast, and test your nipple, finding it still
very  hard. I cup your tit in my hand and give it a firm, gentle squeeze.

I reach back and stroke you pussy lips with my other hand. You spread your
legs more to accomodate me. When you are hot again, I stop, and leave you
there. I return soon with a double pet bowl, and place it in front of you. One
side is water the other is food. There is a name on the bowl. It says "cunt".
You look up at me, almost like you are going to say something, and then lower
your face to the food and begin eating. You find the food to taste much like a
good stew.

I sit down and eat my dinner from the dining table. I have a perfect view of
your cunt from my position. When I am finished eating I take my dishes into
the kitchen, and return, and pick-up your bowl. You have licked it clean. I
pat you on the head, and also take your bowl into the kitchen.

Releasing your wrists from the ring, I lead you out to the living room, where
I pull you into a kneeling position beside my chair. I make sure that your
knees are properly spread. I clip your wrists behind your back, and absently
play with your breast as I talk with you, and ask you things about your body.
While I can see you have a lovely body, I ask you what your measurements are
including your bra size.

I slip my hand down between your legs, and stroke your lips as you answer my
questions.


From:    Who?
To:      cunt                                     Msg #64, 06-Apr-88 10:51pm
Subject: Re: wet bodies

After we finish talking, and as the evening wears on, I allow you to suck my
cock. You do it like an expert! Your mouth is so goooood.

You have to suck my cock without the use of your hands. As bedtime nears, I
lead you into the bedroom. I leash you to the foot of the bed, after putting a
waist belt with cuffs on it to hold your arms to your side. It also has a
crotch strap that has a little exciter
in it, that just tickles your clit a little. Not enough to let you cum, just
keep the fire going between your legs.

I lay a light blanket over you and retire for the night.


From:    Who?
To:      Cunt                                     Msg #65, 14-Apr-88 06:53pm
Subject: Wet Bodies

You wake me in the night with your moans. I get up and go to the bathroom.
When I return, I reach down and feel your breasts. Your nipples are like
little rocks. I remove the crotch strap, and check your pussy out. You are
very wet.


From:    cunt
To:      Who?                                     Msg #66, 16-Apr-88 01:34pm
Subject: humiliation

i came into this section to see what was going on and found two letters that
made me soaking wet. i loved how you had me suck your cock with no hands and i
feel so ashamed crouching here naked and lusting for your body when so many
other more intelligent letters are here toread. why won't you let me free?
you know i want to leave but i can't as long as you need me. i'm a slave and
i'm here for you as long as you want of course. i'm so humiliated to confess
these feelings naked and kneeling in the middle of such far more important
conversations. who? you've got me. can i lunge for you and take you in my
eager mouth? will you honor me with spurts of hot cum deep in my unworthy
throat? i feel so dirty giving head in the middle of things here. please
forgive me but i need it.