Cute Girls

Nicolette Ch. 02

“Author’s Notes

Nicolette is on an enforced journey to discover the deepest desires she didn’t know she had. He stole her away for lust and greed but now his mind is changing. Follow her path through subjugation, degradation and her total abandonment to her fate.

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Nicolette Chapter 3

He came to her again, waking her in what passed for their night. Nicolette was so disoriented by the artificial cycles; it could have been minutes or many hours since he had once again tied her to the bed.”

******

“Sleep, you will need your rest.” he had said.

“Yes Master.” she had replied.

When he had gone Nicolette had questioned herself before sleep eventually claimed her.

Why don’t I feel worse than I do? My ass and pussy are as sore as hell from that horrible thing he washed me out with. He has defiled me and injured me. But I don’t know what I feel about him. I should hate his guts. I wanted to kill him when he kidnapped me. Then I wanted him to fuck me so bad I begged! I should try and get away from this nightmare.

Nicolette could not understand her ambivalent emotions, incredulous at her reactions to her terrible predicament.

These rings he punched in my nipples and clit are permanent he said. I hate the fucking things, I’ve always thought they’re for whores and porn actresses. I’ve never wanted anything so despicable done to me.

So why do they make me feel so damn hot all the time?

He doesn’t trust me, she had reasoned. That’s why he keeps me tied up at night.

I don’t suppose I would trust me if I had done the thing he has, had been her final muzzy thought before sleep.

******

In the blackness she felt his fingers untie her ankles, thick digits that had already totally explored her gently releasing her bonds, unwinding the soft leather strapping.

“Master, is it morning so soon?” Nicolette asked.

“Be silent, for now.” he said, not unpleasantly, the collar at her neck gently hummed and the piercing rings faintly tingled.

Was it a warning, she wondered, or something else? Either way, the erotic sensation thrummed in her belly and she slowly wriggled her hips, relishing the sensation of her naked buttock sliding sinuously against the cool cotton sheets.

His huge hands encircled her calves and eased both her knees up towards her chest, exposing her to him and separating her as the tension in her groin peeled her secret lips apart in the dark, opening the hot velvet tunnel into her moist depths.

Nicolette could smell her own musk as he allowed her legs to fall to each side. She felt deliciously wide open and available to him, but for the dark he would be able to look deeply into her. She trembled waiting for what he would do to her next.

The tongue was rough and hot as it licked her inner thighs. The sharp mobile tip probing deeper to her puckered anus, made her flinch and gasp in surprise at this new sensation.

Nicolette moaned as he forced the hot wet muscle deeper into her, tasting what she knew must have been her sourness despite his thorough douche.

His hands still holding her legs pushed them up higher, exposing her fully to the urgent lapping of his tongue, moving out in circles from her anus.

When he finally sucked at her swollen core she moaned and tried to bring her legs down, to wrap her thighs around his neck and pull him tighter, but he held her firmly spread wide and open under his hungry mouth.

He lifted his head and inhaled over her, as though breathing in her rich bouquet, then plunged his hard tongue deep into the hot springs of juices brimming between her thighs.

“I’m cumming!” she whimpered, as the wave of orgasm took her by surprise, arching her back and tensing her stretched thighs, raising her pelvis like a chalice to his mouth.

His lips sucked at her, drinking the creamy fluids from her body as quickly as she could produce them. Nicolette was of the quarter of women who produce ejaculate when they orgasm and he devoured the thick nectar from her pink flower.

Nicolette felt him move over her, his hands pressing harder on her calves as he moved higher, bringing his hips level with hers.

She wanted him, or in truth any man inside her at that moment. She was as open as possible, wet and slick, and she knew her body needed to be filled with hard male meat to feel complete.

“Fuck me please. Fuck me hard, cum inside me, Master. Make me feel it, make me feel you. I want to cum with you in me. Master, please. Fucking do me, pleeeze.”

Nicolette heard herself talk in a way she never had before, growling like some hungry animal and talking like a slut.

She began grinding her pelvis under him, hunting for the tip of him in her absolute need.

His penetration, when it came was a slow, measured stretching she could feel all along her. His entry was hard and deep and she was so high on her own arousal that the it made her come immediately.

She screamed her ecstatic pleasure as he thrust slowly to her end, his thickly swollen rounded tip butting at the still sore entrance to her womb; the aching hurt of his impact just adding to her satisfaction.

He released her legs to move his hands in support of his thrusting hips. Nicolette felt his forearms, muscles corded and tense in her armpits and she wrapped her trembling thighs around his waist; locking her ankles under his clenching rear, pulling him deeper into her clutching, spasming belly.

She had no thoughts of resisting his coupling. At this moment she did not consider him as her rapist abductor. She only thought of him as making love to her. He made her feel her gender more deeply than any other lover ever had, her orgasms were more fulfilling and his mastery of her body and its needs was complete.

This was not a further violation to Nicolette as he moved within her, his slippery thick veined skin on her red satin skin in an intensely erotic friction, she was just totally his.

So high on this new sensation of surrender was she that his every fourth or fifth controlled penetration brought her to a fresh climax.

“Yess.”

“Yess.”

“Yess.”

“Yesssss, Oh God!”

Nicolette’s mantra of acceptance was screamed into the darkness as she welcomed him deeply into her, his belly wetly slapping against hers as he took her to each fresh peak.

He paused momentarily and then withdrew fully. Nicolette moaning and writhing tried to use her legs to draw him back within her, unwilling for the bliss to stop.

He reached down between them with his hand.

When he penetrated her afresh her moans of want became higher pitched outcries of pain.

Her anus felt as though it was tearing. Unprepared, but already near yet another orgasm the agony of his sodomy just added to her pleasure, peaking her into climax as he inexorably slid into her ass.

Nicolette tensed around him, feeling the pulsation’s in his thick member against the muscular walls of her colon. His orgasm came with spasm and a flood of hot seed pumping into her entrails, his hissing breath hot in her face.

“Kiss me, Master,” she asked and then writhed around his impaling flesh as he ate at her like a ravenous animal. His long tongue reached down her throat and explored her as he had explored between her legs.

She could taste herself on him, a rich stew of complex marine flavours with which he coated her tongue and palate, honey sweet, thick and piquant. It was yet another new sensation that pushed her to release.

Both utterly spent, sopping wet and exhausted they lay entwined together as he slowly grew soft within her. She slipped easily to sleep with his weight heavy and warm on her, a breast cupped in one big hand, his other slowly moving in the warmth between her legs.

Nicolette woke later and it was still dark, she felt cold and tried to reach for him but he had gone and she was bound again at ankle and wrist.

She sobbed then, not knowing why she felt sad being alone, wondering what the next day would bring.

******

The journey had been uncomfortable. Her wrists and ankles had been jerked at every turn by chains attached to rings on the vehicle roof and floor. The soft padded manacles prevented any chafing.

She could not see where she was because of a thick black eye mask and her knees still hurt from kneeling on the van’s rough wooden floor.

******

He had woken her and made her use the proper toilet instead of the commode, but embarrassingly he had still watched her. Then he had shackled her in the shower and after dousing her and washing her with his hands he had used the awful steel douche to wash inside both places despite her pitiful protests.

******

At least she was now standing upright. But her wrists and ankles were shackled again, this time tied firmly to the corners of what must be a type of rack that spread her limbs in a wide X shape. She could feel cool air all around her nude body and she trembled, more in anticipation than chill.

Still blindfold she did not know what her surroundings were like. Nicolette shivered again but still thought she was marginally better off than crouching in the back of what she supposed had been a van on the way here, wherever ‘here’ was.

******

He had led her tottering across what had felt like rough concrete under the impossibly high spike heels he had made her wear when they arrived.

“Where are we Master? What happens now?” Nicolette had asked him.

He had roughly pulled the chain attached to her wrist cuffs, nearly toppling her off the high heels but pulled her up before she could fall to the floor.

“Be silent! Now is not the time for you to speak.” he had hissed at her.

Then he had secured her manacles to the frame and she had heard him leave.

******

It was cool here, not breezy and cold like out doors, but it must be a large airy space. Nicolette felt her nipples harden. The irritation of the still new piercing made them harder still. She shivered again with more than the chill air.

Her ass still burned from the steel douche and she could feel the deep internal bruising in both passages from their many couplings of last night.

The enforced nudity still troubled her. Nicolette liked to wear sexy and revealing clothes, they made her feel good, hot and desirable. She enjoyed being paid that sort of attention, being looked at and wanted by both men and women, but then the show was strictly on her terms.

His intimate exposure and repeated violations of her body were quite different and very much out of her control. It made her tremble to think of strange eyes looking deeply into every part of her and being unable to cover herself. Once more she began to question the nature of the feelings she was experiencing.

The things he had done to her in the short time since her abduction had been beyond her wildest imagination. And she wondered what he had planned for her now. Why had they come here, what would happen here that could not be done where they had been? The intensity of her new feelings last night and now were still a puzzle to Nicolette.

He had taken her with no regard for her rights and he had used her in ways she would never have consented before. But the pleasure, the orgasms he gave her were like nothing she had ever experienced. She felt like she imagined a junkie might; knowing it was not right but realising that she craved more and it scared her.

It seemed like hours that she hung in the empty space, her mind creating scenarios, some frightening and some that were exciting, so much so that she could feel the unwanted dampness between her thighs as she became aroused.

The sudden sound of a door startled her from her sensual reverie. Several sets of footsteps approached scraping and crunching on the bare floor.

“Master?” Nicolette said. There were voices, but she did not recognise them or their guttural words, a foreign language she couldn’t understand. The voices, she couldn’t tell how many, spoke over each other, moved around her stopping, discussing, then moving on. Nicolette guessed they were talking about her, sensing their eyes crawling over her body she began to tremble again feeling her ample breasts jiggling as she shivered.

There was laughter, male laughter, the sort you just knew was about dirty sex and willing women.

To her surprise and relief, none of them touched her. However, on a level that she wouldn’t consciously admit, she was disappointed that they didn’t. Nicolette almost wanted these total strangers to lay hands on her helpless body. It was that deeper level of desire that made her writhe a little, tensing against her bonds enough to cause a gentle undulation of her hips and bring a sensual ripple to her taught stomach.

There was a fresh burst of laughter and more guttural words, but one word, in English she did recognise was ‘whore’.

Outrage rose within her. Did they think she was a prostitute, that she was doing this voluntarily, for money? Horrified she shouted at them.

“I’m a prisoner. I have been kidnapped. Let me go, help me please.” There was no response other than more laughter.

Then she tried pleading, trying to appear seductive, appealing to their maleness

“I can be very nice if you can just help me get away from him.” she whined and pushed her chest out.

They just laughed even harder and then left her.

For the first time since she was taken she really cried, great wet tears pouring down her face, wetting the eye ma k and dripping from her delicate chin onto her heaving breasts. She cried not in pain or shock, just bitterly in self pity at her desperate fate.

The unexpected foot fall behind her made her jump. Someone had stayed behind when the others left, she thought.

“Hello, who’s there?” she said, then screamed and kept on screaming as the leather flail striped her taught buttocks and bowed back.

The shock of the sudden stinging pain arched her body against her bonds and she tried to pull herself up, away from the coiling strokes of the knotted leather thongs.

Nicolette heard each lash whistle in the air before it curled around her legs and hips, biting at the plump flesh of her bottom.

Curling up inside her legs, the thin leather strips stung her secret lips that oddly had begun to swell and pout between her legs. She felt the earlier sheen of moisture become a rivulet on her thighs in response to the pain and indignity of the beating. She had never been beaten or whipped before and her sensual reaction was a shock to her.

Nicolette’s screams became moans as the whipping continued, each stroke overlaying the last making the skin of her back, bottom and legs tingle and burn.

Her increasing confusion of pain and pleasure, conditioned by her abductor’s carefully planned treatment caused her body to react in a new way to the abuse. The pressure and heat of approaching orgasm built in her belly with each fresh welt raised on her tender skin.

It was a second or two before Nicolette realised the whipping had stopped. Her cries and sobs continued as she heard harsh breathing behind her and felt hot breath on her arched neck and shaking shoulders.

He bit her shoulder, hard and his hands roughly grabbed her breasts, crushing them harshly against her ribs. His callused fingers squeezed her pierced nipples, painfully tugging at the gold rings, making her cry out afresh, but not with pain. Nicolette was so confused she gave up trying to find explanations and as last night, simply surrendered herself to the situation and to this stranger.

She felt him against her back, what must be wiry hair on his chest and bulging belly, abrading her flaming skin as he moved over her. Thick flesh pushed hard between the globes of her ass, riding over the sensitive puckered entry, making her jump and then move her hips, rubbing her still sore lush lips along his length, gasping and whimpering at the sensations.

One hand stopped tormenting her breasts and slid down her belly to flatten on her groin, pulling her pelvis back at an angle into his lap. She felt his hardness like a leather covered baton pushing between her thighs. Two thick fingers forced between her stinging, swollen lips and plunged into the sopping wet heat of her velvet tunnel. They pulled her open, stretching her wide enough to accommodate the swollen head of his questing phallus.

Nicolette groaned and squirmed as he penetrated her abused body. Seemingly uninterested in her reaction to their coupling, her assailant appeared only concerned with his own satisfaction, harshly thrusting and withdrawing, burying himself to the hilt in her tight slippery body.

After just a few strokes his movements got faster and less controlled. Nicolette felt her hips held tightly by strong hands as he rammed himself repeatedly into her. His pelvis slapping against her buttocks and his balls striking against her shuddering thighs as he fucked her hard and fast.

She was helpless to resist his total possession of her and in truth abandoned herself to him.

The realisation of her complete degradation, just female meat for a stranger to abuse and then use for his lust and bestial gratification, oddly relaxed her. A sensual calm enveloped her mind as she gave her body up to the pleasures of submission.

She finally gave in to her own hot need and tried to catch up with him, pushing her hips rapidly back to meet his now chaotic jabbing. But it was too late, he made one final massive thrust into her, lifting her feet from the floor, pulling her ankles against their tethers.

Nicolette felt him push deeper as though he was trying to pierce her through then throb and swell within her. Finally he burst, pumping his seed up into her belly as his balls tightened against her thighs and rapidly drained of semen.

He greeted his orgasm with a howl, like an animal that has hunted down its prey. It both scared her and heightened her excitement. She tried to move her hips along him, gain some more pleasurable friction from his rapidly shrinking member, but he pulled his flaccid penis from her with a wet sucking sound. A sticky gush of sperm flooded from her and dribbled down her thighs.

A stinging slap on her buttocks and a guttural grunt was apparently his sign of appreciation of a good fuck. Nicolette felt like some dumb farm animal that had been abused by its herdsman.

“Fuck you, filthy bastard.” She shouted half in anger and half frustration. The sheer animal force of his taking her had turned her on and she wanted more.

Nicolette thought, ‘I want to come with a hard meaty cock buried in my cunt’. Then shocked by her own raw lust echoing her wanton feelings from last night, in the same instant thought, ‘what the hell is wrong with me?’

She was suddenly grabbed again around the waist.

“Get your stinking hands off me you fucking animal!” she shouted in protest. But her body said something else as her pelvis thrust back and her thighs spread wider in a wet welcome. This time the penetration was easier; she was sopping wet and semen still dripped from her in thin ropes. Nicolette’s own arousal had loosened her up and she was very ready for this renewed assault.

She suddenly understood this was a different man! He was bigger in every way and very much stronger. His belly was hairless, hard and flat against her back and he used his strong hands on her breast and abdomen to force her to undulate in a sinuous rhythm to match his powerful thrusts.

Each rough entry stretched her to her limit and the fist hard head of him rode all along inside her, touching all of her and sending electric shocks to her core each time he slid over her sweetest spot.

She screamed as she quickly came, her muscles grabbing at him, kneading him with throbbing contractions, trying to make him join her in climax, but he kept stroking as she shuddered around him in ecstatic release.

This man seemed tireless to Nicolette, pumping into her pelvis with what felt like a velvet covered steel pole. His probing thrusts butted against the end of her now that she was totally open and loose from several orgasms. She felt yet another wave of spasms shudder up from her thighs and down from her chest to meet in her middle then burst in climax like fireworks in her head.

As she came yet again, she felt him pulse satisfyingly inside her, spurting his thick semen against the entry to her womb. His release adding to the pool of seed already inside her, overflowing with each thrust and lubricating their joining.

This one also withdrew quickly and she was not surprised by the slap and grunted words of appreciation of her slick body.

What is it with these guys, she thought panting, sweating profusely and hanging loosely from her bindings. Are they brothers or what? A thought came to her then; how many were there? Were they all going to…

Nicolette grunted as she was grabbed again and entered without any warning or preliminary foreplay. She was so loose and wet from her own juices and two copious loads of sperm that there was no resistance to this third attacker’s rough and harsh penetration.

He felt thinner than the ‘Hulk’ but he was much longer. Every deep probe butted bruisingly against her already sore cervix and she cried out each time in more pain than pleasure.

“Go easy, you’re hurting, please. You’re too fucking long for me, back off.” Nicolette screamed, not expecting any respite from these creatures just more of the same thoughtless abuse of her flesh.

A shout came from a distance and was answered by the man still punishing her, making her grunt and groan with the intense visceral pain of his pounding penetrations.

There was an exchange she couldn’t understand, but her relief was huge when he slowed and actually stopped in mid thrust.

Still inside her, she heard what sounded like him argue with the other voice. Then they appeared to agree and he withdrew from her.

“Thank you, God… Nooooo!” Nicolette began to say, then screamed as he lodged the head of his curving penis in her anus and pushed firmly up into her; first stretching her external muscles and then breaching her inner sphincter to ride deep up into her entrails. Her hips twisted in reaction to this new assault, and she could only make guttural sounds of half protest.

With no restriction to his depth of entry, his pelvis slapped hard against her buttocks with an increasing tempo, each thrust marked by her open mouthed groans and his hissing breath. Her episode with the machine and again la t night had taught her to relax into the anal experience to make it less painful.

To Nicolette’s huge relief his hot sperm flooded her rear passage after just minutes, that to her had seemed like hours of near tearing agony.

Despite the almost unbearable pain of his buggary, the sensations she felt in her anus and the emotions his penetration drew from her core, brought her to a fresh level of satisfaction that was different but no less pleasurable for that.

Nicolette was still recovering her composure as he slid from her in a flood of spent seed. This soured fluid added to the sticky mess coiling in thick ropes down over her thighs.

She had drawn only two shuddering breaths when yet more hands were on her. She felt her breasts and buttocks being pawed and pinched, the piercing at her nipples and clitoris pulled and painfully twisted. A hard palm rubbed downward over her shaved mound, flattening the golden ring against sensitive nerves already flaring anew and making her writhe.

A single thick finger briefly dipped into the molten swamp between her legs, touching her bruised and swollen body making her twist and groan as it explored her. Then the finger left, leaving a sticky wet trail up over her stomach before returning to slide three digits between the engorged lips into her satin cave up to the knuckles.

Groping and probing her, he explored and then found the spot that made her writhe and moan, helpless in the palm of his hand.

Nicolette twisted against her bonds, the fingers pressing and stroking adding to her last experience bringing her quickly back to a peak, spasming and gushing in another wave of release.

There was someone standing between her thighs and she felt unseen hands grasp both her buttocks, pulling her hips forward onto a hard thrusting body.

With no resistance from her loose and sopping channel he easily pushed up into her, the friction of his entry greased by her flowing river and his companions thickly oozing sperm.

Each jabbing thrust brought his wiry hayride belly crushing sensuously against hers and the golden ring buried in her flesh. Each fresh stretching penetration pushed her up another foothill to yet another peak and she began to orgasm in cycles as he stroked in her, her head thrown back on curving neck, screaming her pleasure to the ceiling.

Nicolette felt another hard body behind her, pushing against her heaving back, his rigid member sliding between the semen and sweat slick globes of her backside. She grunted deep in her chest as he forced himself up into her rear, moving against his companion, sliding over each other’s pulsating veined and ridged members through the thin separating membrane inside her.

The phallus in her anus as well as the penis fucking her from the front were too much for her to bear, the tidal wave of multiple orgasms flooding through her shuddering body brought her close to loosing consciousness.

Nicolette gave herself up to this double penetration of her already orgasm wracked body, twisting and heaving in the bondage frame as each climax chased another through her aching, sweating body. This was nothing like his machine. This was just raw fucking; hot hard meat sliding in sloppy wet meat; an erotic friction of smooth and slippery skin, pure bestial lust seeking satiation.

Then they were done, jerking their hips against her in mutual spasm, emptying themselves into her already brimming spaces.

There were no more, five had had her, five had had their fill of her lithe form, leaving her sweating, sore and very wet, five had left her full to the brim with their thick seed. All five of them had slapped her butt when they had finished using her, like she was a favourite horse that they had all ridden well.

Nicolette was awash with their sperm; it ran out of her freely to slime her legs. From splattered groin and smeared backside, it slid in coiling ropes down to her tethered ankles, dripping like thick grey paste into her high heels and making a growing pool on the floor.

She could smell herself, a rich salty odour of sun-warmed rock pools and the musk of hard sex. The thick sweaty stink of each of the five was all over her. Nicolette inhaled deeply and shivered, but she was not cold.

Feeling utterly used and despising her users as no better than wild animals, she also had many more new questions of herself.

Nicolette had great difficulty reconciling her sophisticated self-image with the satisfaction she felt from the intense experience of being taken so brutishly by five strangers. Gang banging was not how she saw herself at all!

She did not recognise the wanton, rutting slut she had become, gripped by uncontrolled animal lust. Surrendering to her fate into the hands of unknown strangers was not anything she had ever done. What had changed in her, why did her bondage seem to free her?

The orgasms had been unbelievable, multiple and as intense as any she had been given by him, so much more satisfying than ever before him. What did that say about her, she wondered, what did it mean for her future?

He came for her after a while and unfastened her shackles, leaving her to slump boneless to the floor exhausted and weeping with relief. Just as she was beginning to recover, a jet of icy water hit her buttocks.

“Master!” Nicolette squealed at the cold shock.

“You’re fouled and stinking, spread yourself to be cleansed.” he snapped at her as she cringed from the near freezing water spraying from the hose.

Nicolette obeyed him without apparent hesitation, allowing the harsh water to flood her bruised and overheated body, washing away sweat, sperm and sour secretions. The water both stung and cooled the angry red welts on her back and thighs and she shivered as the metal rings piercing her grew cold, irritating her sensitive flesh.

******

‘The Bulgarians paid well’, he thought, hosing their residue from her thighs, enjoying seeing her limbs twisting in the flushing water, exposing her pink secrets to him as she moved. The gang sex was oddly not as satisfying this time as it had been with his other projects. He had interposed when she was in difficulty. That had not been in the plan when he sold use of her to the Bulgars.

He had thought that the Japanese might be persuaded again. They were very disappointed after the last time, but this one might be able to take them all, and remain conscious.

He considered his feelings anew, he had some concern that his oriental clients were not respecters of safe words. They had a habit of damaging their women.

There had had to be some repairs last time and some down time for his asset to heal before he had been able to sell further access.

Nicolette twisted in the jet of water he played over her.

As he continued to hose her down he reviewed the tight timetable in his head and thought that perhaps the Turk might be interested instead, he had been a lucrative client in the past and was known to be looking for long legged blondes. At least he is careful with the flesh. But the thought of the corpulent Turk ploughing his latest acquisition was somehow oddly repellent.

He turned off the water and watched her get up to stand dripping before him.

He could not understand his reluctance to market her. There was a narrow window in time as with every project to maximise his income.

“We will have to see.” he muttered to himself throwing her a towel to dry herself.

As he lead her back towards the van, Nicolette stumbled off her heels, fatigue and abuse taking its toll. He did not drag at her chains in annoyance; instead he scooped her up in his arms and carried her like a child, her head lolling on his shoulder.

He kept burying his nose in her damp hair, inhaling her rich odour, his erection stiffening.

At the van he threw the damp towels into the back and laid her on her front, half in the van. Her rump and legs, striped by red welts dangled, overhanging the edge of the van floor, her split flesh presented to him. He ran his hand up along her inner thigh and cupped her, his thumb circling her brown puckered entrance. Nicolette groaned, half asleep half aroused, her hips gently grinding her pierced clitoris against his palm.

As he continued manipulating her his palm grew wet from her and he slowly unzipped his pants. He heard her mumble something indistinct between her moans and he leant over her to hear better, the purple head of his erection nuzzling between her buttocks.

“Master, did those men pay for me?” she asked him.

He said, “Handsomely,” and entered her to his full length.

Nicolette groaned and writhed around his thrusting hardness. Despite her soreness and near exhaustion the feel of him sliding into her, filling her afresh drew her towards yet another peak of pleasure.

As he plunged raggedly into her, near release he heard her say,

“Then I am a whore.”

He emptied his pent up seed into her belly for the first of many times that night.

******

Much later he had left her once more shackled to her bed in the dark. She ached deep inside from a day of penetrations; his thick semen was drying on her belly and thighs.

The heavy limbed satiation from her gang experience together with the silky satisfaction of the orgasms brought by him were numbing her to sleep. In that no mans land of altered consciousness she wondered if she might be falling just a little in love with her tormentor, her Master.

Nicolette 4

He sat at the workstation in his private suite having finished roughly editing the webcam footage from yesterday. Casually stroking a partial erection, he reviewed his handiwork and contemplated the return on his investment.

Some of the footage from the gang bang with his Eastern European clients had been particularly choice. He had used close ups of the girl’s blindfold face contorted in the throes of screaming orgasm and cut them together with multiple money shots as the Bulgarian cousins ejaculated in and over her. Pure bukakke; his Oriental subscribers would love that sequence.

There was one very fine shot in his opinion beautifully backlit, of semen pouring in a thick ropy stream from her pussy and ass.

I must use that somewhere in the freebie taster sample, he thought.

The whipping sequence, where Georgi lashed her back and thighs he had edited together with the final double penetration footage, a better combination for the BDSM market, he thought. He had cut that together with an ending sequence with him washing her off with the hose and an insert segment from the morning shower and douche.

He briefly appeared in that, ‘the Master in black’ was the credit, very Hitchcockian!. He especially liked the segment where he had cut and looped a close up of the leather flail curling in slow motion between her legs and up over her pierced clit around a close up of her screaming in shock from the first touch of the flail. He had punctuated that nicely with footage of her heaving breasts, light glinting on the rings through her nipples.

The website hit counts from the first few days rough cuts and the ‘daily diary’ section were very encouraging, he thought. The preview subscriptions alone were already substantial, much higher than his earlier attempts. I’ll be making a big killing from this one, he thought.

That reminded him, there had been several confidential side bids for direct access e-mailed to his secure address. Three bidders had made him propositions that even he had no intention of considering, snuff was a waste of flesh in his view.

He forwarded those details to the contact site webmasters for their information and possible action. He did briefly ponder if any other supplier to the site would agree to fulfil those very special requirements, there might be one less teenager on the streets by the weekend.

Sorting through the more reasonable bids, he had already discounted the expected Japanese consortium bid and the Russian businessmen’s group’s offer was no better, they liked it a little too rough.

An interesting proposal from a sister site caught his attention and he marked it for later consideration.

He reread an Austrian banker’s note and a bid from a Home Counties aristocrat.

The banker’s proposal was very straightforward, total access for eight hours, no limits and an exceptionally good bid for such a short time slot.

The Marquis had several very specific requirements that would need some preliminary work and was an overnight gig, 24 hours noon to noon.

The Austrian worried him, it was a very high bid for so short a time and the ‘no limits’ condition could mean anything up to and including light injuries. There was no supplier feed back on the banker other than ‘good payer’. For some reason he couldn’t really pinpoint he found the offer unacceptable when he thought about the disposition of this current asset.

Strange, he thought, I had no qualms with the others, didn’t even think twice about handing them to the Orientals. Why is this one different?

He shook his head in puzzlement and looked over to one side at the chamber monitor.

The green lo-light image showed his current prize, still asleep next door. A finger touch of the remote and the image zoomed up between her legs and he drank in the landscape of flesh. The hills of her well-rounded breasts rose in the background beyond the barely convex plane of her trim stomach. In the foreground, the frill of flesh and split swelling of her smooth mons centred in the valley of her spread thighs.

He stroked his now erect member as he looked at her sleeping form, stiffening in his hand as he relived the soft silky feel of her moist heat opening to envelop him as he sheathed himself in her. The liquid motion of her tight body undulating under him with each hard thrust was a very special memory.

He reached a decision; he would prepare her for the Marquis. It would take an extra day or two but the offered reward was well worth it. His lordship had a supplier-user rating that confirmed his e-mail assurance of taking care of the flesh sent to him.

After noting the specific details of one or two points, an encrypted e-mail confirmed acceptance of the aristocrat’s bid and the delivery details.

He went back to the proposition he had marked earlier. It was from a site that called itself ‘Absolute Domination’. Predominantly female contestants would wrestle each other, single fall. The losers, who had their shoulders pinned to the mat for a three count, were fucked by the victor; strap on dildo’s were optional.

And all of it live and streaming for the subscription fan base.

Good clean fun, he thought. Just what she needed to finish off her basic training. He stopped masturbating to send another secure e-mail and then made some notes on a work schedule for the next day. Stretching his arms high he cracked his back, it had been a long satisfying day. It was a shame there were not too many left.

His commercial business all done, he looked back at the monitor, watching the steady rise and fall of her breasts as she slept. He reached out and picked up the steel remote from his desk. Dialling in the lowest setting, he triggered the transmitter then watched her nipples on the monitor.

They slowly grew erect from the electrical stimulation, standing out in hard fingertip peaks from her mounded breasts.

Still asleep, her breathing became faster and deeper, the rise and fall of her breasts greater and with an added tremor making the piercing rings sparkle.

Cupping his balls with one hand inside his loose pants, he made a second selection and pressed the button, watching the screen closely as her pelvis slowly squirmed on the bed. The microphone picked up a gentle moan as she slept on, no doubt now dreaming of some past lover.

He reached another decision. She’s had enough rest, he thought and took his upward curving erection next door to ease its stiffness, buried in her sleep warm body, now moist and very ready for him.

******

Nicolette’s day began as she had come to expect. Woken by the blazing bright lights, a dull ache in her womb and his leaked sperm dried to a crust on her labia and thighs from yet more nocturnal couplings.

The trip to the shower, with his intimate assistance using soap and sponge to wash away his ejaculate, the embarrassment of the toilet and the writhing discomfort of the double douche were now a normal part of her mornings.

Nicolette found it hard to believe that she now thought this to be ‘a usual morning’. Where was she emotionally, she wondered. Only days ago in her sane normal world, she had been in total control of her life and her body. Now she was completely possessed, in the absolute control of a stranger.

Instead of raving, kicking and biting to be free, she submitted to every indignity he inflicted upon her. Nicolette welcomed him into her body even while he gave her to others to carelessly use like a toy.

She did not understand why her feelings were not more clear-cut. She thought she should detest this creature who must surely be insane and who had stolen her away from safe normality. But in truth she suspected her emotions, she did not know what she really felt about him.

Her feelings were complex and turbulent, continuously fluctuating between embarrassment, horror and disgust at some of the things being done to her and,…and what? She asked herself.

God help me, fascination, arousal and nasty sluttish lust and perhaps, perhaps even some weird feelings of attraction!

She shook her head as she watched him came towards her. His eyes unreadable behind the dark glasses once again.

“Today will be different,” he said.

“What, I don’t get to be fucked sore and senseless?” Nicolette said with considerable bitterness.

He laughed and replied ” Oh yes, you will be fucked. Your only purpose is to be fucked, by me and by any to whom I chose to give you.” He took her by the hand and led her to another room as he said,

“Yes indeed today you will be fucked but you will get some healthy exercise as well.”

Nicolette sighed and listened to what he had planned, her surprise growing as he spoke.

******

The adjacent room was bare, apart from a treadmill, training bench and four large padded mats in the centre of the space. Nicolette saw the ever-present webcams on the ceiling and walls. He had never explained them but she knew enough about technology to be aware that everything they did was probably either being watched live or recorded.

Reality TV with hardcore action, she thought. I wonder what the Nielson ratings are like?

It did not occur to Nicolette that her silent cynical send up could be more accurate than she imagined. Even as they stood in the centre of the floor, money was flowing into his electronic account and monitor screens in many countries were streaming the live feed of her training in front of men and women who had paid well for the privilege.

He had explained to her that later in the day she would have to wrestle another woman. They were to try and pin each others shoulders and most things were permissible, short of serious injury.

“Anything goes in Absolute Domination.” he had said.

“I work out once or twice a week,” she said, at least I used to, Nicolette had thought, “but I’ve never fought anyone.” she had objected.

“Then we will practice,” he had said, tripping her up and sending her crashing to the mats as he laughed at her.

Winded, Nicolette watched from the floor as he slipped off his clothes. He stood over her in just his mask and tight black trunks that moulded his muscular butt and pouched around his already swelling maleness.

Nicolette looked at his body properly for the first time and found it compact and toned but not over muscled. He was hairier than she usually liked but not unpleasantly so. She found it strange that this man had taken her in every way she had thought possible, done things with and to her she had never dreamt of and had lain with her tenderly in the nights yet this was her first real look at him. Apart that was from his face.

I know nothing about him or why he is doing this, she thought. A chill ran along her spine as she thought again, he still hasn’t shown me his face. Is that a good sign, does it mean that he could release me sometime and he would rather me not identify him? A second thought, even more chilling, or is it for the cameras, so he cannot be linked to any of this or what may become of me?

Nicolette had no time for further thought, as he fell upon her with his massive hands.

They wrestled on the mats, Nicolette pummelled and thrown around, unable to get to grips with his powerful limbs.

He showed her hand holds and choke holds, grips and locks as well as ways to use her legs to topple and squeeze the breath from an opponent.

She was sweating and breathing hard trying to lock her legs around him and twist him over, when he jammed three rigid fingers into her and used the leverage and grip to lift her pelvis from the mats.

“Fuck, that hurts, Master!” she squealed, then grunted as his thumb ground hard against her pierced clitoris. He grabbed a breast, using the grip to flip her over onto her back. His hand buried in her belly, pulled her hips into the air, forcing her shoulders against the floor, holding her there as they both breathed heavily against each other, sweat slick skin slipping on skin. Her musk filling his nose and the silky satin flesh engulfing his hand excited him.

“I told you, anything goes in Absolute Domination,” he said, sliding his fingers out of her then running both hands along her legs to grip her ankles, pushing her knees up against her shoulders.

Nicolette remembered this position well and was very

soon ready for him

.

“Yesss, Master, do me, please.” She moaned “Do me hard like you did before” she said against his neck, letting her arms fall to the mat in surrender.

She saw the raw lust in his eyes and his feral grin just before he buried his masked head between her legs. Nicolette gave herself up to the pleasure of his mouth and probing tongue. Then,

“I said you would get fucked today,” he growled as he entered her.

******

Nicolette arrived at the venue blindfold and shackled in the back of a closed van as before. The journey had been no less comfortable but she had decided that she must be more accepting of such things now. There was little else she could do and the constant anger and rebellion was emotionally exhausting.

He released her and handed her a pair of impossible spike heels and a filmy long garment to put on. Still blindfolded she had difficulty with the gown so he helped her with the ribbon ties.

Then he led her in barely stable pecking footsteps across an open area where she felt a chill breeze on her naked skin beneath the gown. They went through several doors and corridors until he eventually removed her eye mask to leave her blinking in the bright lights.

The arena was the size of a High School gymnasium; on further reflection Nicolette thought that it probably was just that, secretly borrowed for the event. A few strategically placed props, a painted back drop and some simple stage dressing transformed it into the fighting pit of the Absolute Domination website.

Cameras were scattered around the space set up on tripods covering the fighting mats, attended by a few bored looking technicians in tan shorts and black tops, emblazoned with the website logo, a cartoon yellow fist grasping a red dildo pushed in a woman’s face.

Two dozen or so onlookers milled around chatting, sipping tall drinks and laughing too loudly. Nicolette noticed that there were some elegantly dressed women in the small crowd but they were outnumbered roughly four to one by men. It was hard to tell if they were with any of the men or each other as they just seemed to drift through the crowd. Nicolette decided that they were probably part of the entertainment. She looked down for the first time at her gown. It covered her from neck to ankle and draped in deep folds. Her breasts pushed against the fine cloth, which shimmered like fine-spun gold. Nicolette lifted her arm and saw the woven cloth was so translucent as to be mere gossamer that caught the light. It did not cover her; instead it enhanced her form with a cobweb of golden light.

Spread around the rest of the room were small knots of two or three people, a woman wearing little other than the briefest of bikini panties was at the centre of each of the five groups. Nicolette had forgotten for the moment she was completely nude underneath her gown until a technician pointed at her and all the lenses quickly swung to focus on her.

Blushing from shame and something else that made her stomach tighten and her nipples harden, Nicolette allowed herself to be lead into the contestant’s area.

She stood patiently as he left her side and went to speak to several men in expensive casual clothes, who she assumed, were the organisers.

No one seemed to think it strange he was masked, perhaps he was known to them, she thought.

She saw their nods and smiles, a few shaken hands and then he returned to where she was standing and took her arm once again in his big hand .

Nicolette started suddenly as he held her. I was left untied in an open place, she told herself, he left me alone when I could have run!

She felt suddenly off balance mentally, the shock of his apparent trust was too much to absorb just yet. I need to pull myself together, she thought. If I am ever to get away from him, she thought, I must not be too distracted by this strange world he has plunged me in to.

I am an unwilling captive, she told herself, I should be trying to escape from my captor. But it seemed less than convincing to her as she silently said it.

At the back of her mind there was a nagging small voice, hard to keep ignoring, that kept asking, how unwilling are you Nicolette? Do you really want to leave him?

“You are to be the last bout, watch the others closely,” he told her softly. “Remember, anything goes in this place.”

Nicolette stood next to him, her slim hand buried in his big fist. It might be her imagination but it seemed to her that he was not holding her to restrain her, but to keep her by him as a companion.

She took pleasure in the warm feeling in her belly caused by his powerful presence next to her.

Looking around at the other contestants, some shifting from foot to foot and others shaking their limbs to loosen them, she thought they looked like sprinters nervously waiting for their call to the starting blocks.

Nicolette was able to categorise the women combatants in two distinct types. Lean, muscled athletic women, not unattractive, but sharper in their features, a little too hard to be called beautiful, more that old fashioned term, handsome.

The second type was softer, less toned in their bodies and with conventionally prettier faces.

It was in their eyes that they were most different, she thought. Aggressive, sharp glances compared to downcast, submissive looks. Nicolette wondered where the audience placed her, as aggressor or victim?

The first match was between an athletic, hard bodied olive skinned brunette and a softer pale complected blonde. The darker women had cropped hair spiked with gel and a colourful salamander tattooed on her back. Nicolette saw it as she moved, snaking from her shoulder down to the base of her spine and on under the waistband of her abbreviated underwear, its cartoon tongue flicking between the bared globes of her ass. She wore a plain white tiny cotton thong that contrasted well with her dusky skin.

The blonde wore her hair in a high ponytail that pranced at the top of her head. Her hipster boyshorts were of delicate red lace that modelled her pubic mound and well-rounded bottom to good effect.

Nicolette’s money was on the Salamander.

The contest proved to be as one sided as she thought, with Salamander throwing her opponent all over the mats. At one point, as the blonde twisted in the bruising grip of Salamander’s straining thighs, the brunette gripped the fine red lace in two hands and tore the flimsy panties to shreds exposing a smooth shaven mound and protruding frill of darker swollen flesh.

The Salamander dipped her head on curving neck and bit the inside of the blonde’s thigh as the audience jeered, the sharp pain distracting the entangled wriggling woman sufficiently to allow Salamander to pin her shoulders to the floor and win the match.

“Now, look and see what happens next.” he said gripping Nicolette’s arm so tightly it hurt, unaccountably the sharp discomfort seemed to make her nipples even harder and her thighs tremble.

Salamander stood over the sobbing blonde, strapping a curving rubber phallus to her hips with broad leather belts, then dropped on one knee behind her vanquished opponent.

Pulling the blonde pony tail hard in one fist, Salamander dragged the crying girl to her hands and knees and without pause, guided the tip of the curving dildo between the loudly protesting girls legs.

Nicolette could see the fierce smile that twisted her face, the bared teeth very white against her dark skin. She watched Salamander thrust the dildo to the hilt in the pale bucking body in front of her.

Nicolette turned away, not in disgust as she thought she should feel, but because the scene of degradation and animal lust was making her breath come in quick gasps. She could hear the pained cries of the victim and the heavy grunts of the victor and she felt her secret lips swelling and pouting wetly. This is not right, she thought.

The harsh sounds of rough rape behind her changed in seconds to those of arousal and coupling. Flesh liquidly slapping flesh and the mutual moaning of high emotion with each penetration. The blonde came in a screaming orgasm that looked quite genuine to Nicolette as she turned back to watch.

Salamander grunted in spasm herself just seconds later and collapsed on top of her still writhing victim.

The cameras recorded every thrust and squirm of the degrading rape, closing in to catch the expressions of both women at their climax.

Nicolette had felt her hand in his grow moist with perspiration, as the combat had played out. As she watched the sated women lie entangled, limbs gleaming with sweat in the video lights she unconsciously rubbed her sticky thighs together to try to ease her tension, her own sudden need to be touched.

The second event looked to be a little more evenly matched and dragged on, each woman unable to overcome the other. Both lost their underwear early in the grappling and were slick with sweat, flesh gliding on twisting flesh as each fought for an advantage. Nicolette felt her thighs shudder with her own increasing need to cum as she watched the spectacle play out on the now damp mats.

In the end stamina triumphed as the softer combatant simply ran out of steam, was flipped over and pinned to the mat breathless and writhing weakly in protest.

The triumphal contestant strapped on the monstrous ebony dildo to shouts of,

“Do her in the ass. Make her squeal. Fuck her butt!” from some onlookers.

Snarling and roughly gripping her opponent’s hips with both hands, she obediently sodomised her vanquished victim, to the loud cheers of the crowd. The whoops and whistles of encouragement and rhythmic clapping kept time with her victim’s screams at each pounding, stretching penetration of her anus until the pleased crowd applauded the inevitable orgasms.

It was Nicolette’s turn. She trembled as he slipped the diaphanous gown from her shoulders, led her naked onto the mats and left her.

Her opponent was about her own height but with broader shoulders, narrower waist and boy slim hips. She had a lean hungry look that made Nicolette feel very nervous. The muscles in her arms and thighs were defined and hard from working out where Nicolette was softer, less obviously muscular.

Even her small rounded breasts were hard and tight to her ribs, unlike Nicolette’s more generous and mobile breasts.

Nicolette’s nipples were hard and jutting, the irritation of their piercing adding to her increasing arousal. It was only then that she realised that her three body rings could be targets in this type of combat and she whimpered involuntarily at the thought of the tearing pain she might suffer.

The other woman heard her moan, misunderstanding her emotian and looking into Nicolette’s eyes slowly licked her lips with an amazingly long and flexible tongue. Her hands made beckoning gestures to Nicolette.

“C’mon blondie, get your sweet ass and pussy ready for me. I’m gonna enjoy fucking you ’til you bleed.” The woman’s low voice dripped malice and Nicolette felt she heard envy in it, a real bad combination. This bitch will hurt me if she can, Nicolette thought.

Perhaps I can club her unconscious with my breasts, Nicolette thought, a little ruefully. She glanced around at the watching crowd. I imagine they all expect to see me on all fours, squealing like a sow while ‘Li’l Tits’ here sticks it to me, she thought.

Fuck ‘em all, we’ll just have to see about that.

Nicolette had never been bullied at school, she was a ‘popular girl’ but she had seen some of her circle picking on would-be members and had tried to stop them. She recognised the type, ‘Li’l Tits’ here seemed to be a bully who needed taking down.

The two women squared off and like crabs circled the mats, facing each other. Nicolette spotted her man, a dark silhouette with his arms folded and feet apart, standing and watching the event unfold in total stillness.

The referee dropped his hand to signify the start and ‘Li’l’ made a grab for her, easily avoided but swaying her into position for a sweep of a bony ankle that caught Nicolette off balance, dropping her to her knees, bringing her face level with slightly grubby sky blue panties.

Nicolette reacted without thinking and bit hard into the front of the blue cloth obtaining a squeal of surprise and pain in response as well as a staggering step back in retreat.

Remembering her lessons, ‘if you don’t have to get up, don’t’ and ‘maximum violence keeps your opponent on the defensive’. She reached out one hand, swatting aside a hastily aimed blow to her head with the other. The blue panties tore in tatters and her opponent was pulled off balance by the unexpected wrench.

The distraction enabled Nicolette to easily reach and grab an ankle, pulling it across in front of the woman’s other leg, toppling L’il to the mats alongside her. The force of the impact winded the woman slightly and made her grunt in surprise at this turn of advantage.

Nicolette did not hesitate or try fruitless grappling, instead she drove a blade of stiff fingers deeply into her victim’s dry pussy, simultaneously biting down hard on one diminutive breast.

The shock and pain of her assault enabled Nicolette to scuttle over the prone, flailing woman and body press her shoulders to the mats, a hipbone choking off the wild snarling screams of her opponent.

“Fucking bitch, I’m gonna rip you apart for this.” was the woman’s impotent threat before she bucked into a burst of frantic activity.

Clawed hands raked Nicolette’s flanks and wildly wind milling legs searched for some purchase. Nicolette used the weight of her body to keep the advantage, hipbone turning harder to keep up the choking pressure.

She heard the three count and someone, probably the referee slapped her ass twice in rapid succession.

I won! I fucking won. Nicolette was incredulous and looked around to see where he was but could not find him in the milling excitement of the audience. She saw shaking heads and money reluctantly changing hands. I did it! Nicolette thought, I showed them.

She was being pulled to her feet and her right hand held aloft as cameras circled like sharks. Nicolette could hear faint sobbing from the floor at her feet. Someone was strapping the victor’s dildo to her hips while the applause was still loud. She suddenly realised what she was supposed to do next.

A surge of emotion she did not recognise welled up as she forced the rubber phallus into her victim’s pussy. Nicolette was rewarded by the jerking tremor of the slim hips under her hands. The squeal of pain the plunging penetration forced from her victim went straight to a place in her belly that she hadn’t known was there. Nicolette’s pelvis jacknifed even harder in response.

‘This is what it is like to fuck a woman’, she thought, ‘action and reaction, take not accept’. Nicolette realised she liked it. She liked it very much and set to the task with a vicious will.

She watched down between her own breasts, the black rubber dildo piston in and out between the cheeks of her victim’s ass. Nicolette’s thumbs pulled them apart as she held onto her victims hips, using them to pull her back into her jabbing lap.

The dull black shaft became slick and shinier with each insertion. Nicolette punished her victim, pounding into her harder with each stroke, excited by cries of pain and indignity becoming grunting moans of pleasure. The penetrations became more liquid with each stroke until Nicolette felt a shuddering tension under her hands and an increased resistance to her insertions. Her victim was tightening up in spasm under her.

‘I made her cum’, she thought, ‘I fucked her with a rubber cock and made her cum!’ The exercise of unfamiliar power made Nicolette very excited, wet and wanting.

The sensation of a man behind her, his stiffness searching between her legs made Nicolette groan out loud. Her hips pushed back and she opened her legs, willing him to enter her. Nicolette neither knew nor even cared who this new participant was. She just knew she needed his meat.

Still buried in her squirming victim, Nicolette slumped forward over the sweating body beneath her and took the fullness of thick hard maleness as it slipped easily between her wet pouting labia and on into her wet satin heat.

Nicolette lost track of time and orgasms. She coupled with men and women, in ways she had never even dreamt of. She thought she might die at one point, when she started to choke on a massive veined shaft while two others vigorously ploughed between her widespread legs.

The sensation of peril strangely just made her open herself even more to the three of them, enabling her to draw breath around the pistoning flesh.

The floods of salty seed into her ass, pussy and throat when they eventually came made her moan and writhe. The unfamiliar flavours on her tongue and the sensation of sperm on her palate as she swallowed it down, excited her even more.

She did regain some awareness when it eventually stopped and lay limp, sore and exhausted on the floor. Then she felt someone lifting her gently and carrying her away. The swaying, tender grip and body warmth inducing a deep exhausted sleep after just a few paces.

*

“Author’s End Notes.

Nicolette has many more ordeals to suffer. The Marquis is a traditional disciplinarian and the Marchioness is a dangerous psychotic . Nicolette will suffer much on her continuing path of self-discovery.

Part 3 will be posted in a week or two.

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