Marieanne

Marieanne

Chapter 1

Sir Lav

This is a fictional story inspired by a slave girl I knew in Second Life by the same name.  Some of it comes from her real life accounts but mostly from scenes she participated in that she recounted to me during our talks.  I hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The loud chirping from the alarm clock brought her to consciousness.  Bright green eyes opened quickly almost in shock as she turned her head to look at the time, hoping she had not hit the snooze bar a few too many times this morning.  She groaned in an aggravated manner but even so her soft voice would have made any man smile with delight at the pleasured feeling in his groan.  Her left hand reached over herself, bright red painted fingernails danced about as she tried to find the snooze bar, the alarm clock merely a blur to her unfocused eyes.  She brushed her long curled red hair back from her face and blew out an exaggerated sigh with a slight rolling of her eyes.  She swung her slender long legs over the edge of the bed sitting up with her hands on the edge of the mattress.  Her back was held straight in a manner that would make any girl schoolmistress proud.  She sucked in her slender abdomen, watching what little fat she imagined she had, disappear.  Her breast stood out proudly from her chest and she looked at them for a moment as a smile crept across her face.  She was always proud of her breast, they were not overly large, but large enough to give her an admirable cleavage and firm enough to stand out even without a bra, there was no sagging to be seen.  Her nipples were the size of a quarter, dark brown and pointing upward.  A smooth line was drawn by her smoothly shaved vaginal lips, pinched closed as her smooth white thighs squeezed tightly against each other.  She was truly impressive even at thirty-four years of age and three children.  At 5’4” and 85 pounds she knew she turned heads but was always self-conscious of herself.  Ever since turning 30 she continually worried she was putting on too much weight even though everyone who knew her told her she was not and those who didn’t know her found her comments about her own weight to be vain and especially annoying to those who actually were fighting weight issues.

She mentally ran through her day, which included getting the kids off to school, cleaning up around the house and getting her car in to get serviced.  She liked going to the service department, there were always plenty of men there and she enjoyed the way they would stare at her and undress her with their eyes.  She felt powerful and in charge.  She picked out a simple but somewhat suggestive outfit, a mid thigh length denim skirt, white silk button up shirt with the top two buttons undone, yellow bikini panties that would stand out to any man lucky enough to see them, and a bra that would give her a bit more cleavage and barely cover her perfect nipples, three inch heels and a light blue cloth belt to accent her slim waist.  She put on a light blue cloth collar around her neck, which held a gold heart pendent her husband had given her for Christmas.  She liked this piece especially the way it felt around her slim neck.  She would sometimes imagine it were a slave collar.

She finished feeding the kids, a simple breakfast burrito with eggs and ham, then loaded them all into her black Trailblazer and headed off to their schools.  She passed a motorcycle police officer running RADAR near the school and she smiled to him.  In her mind he smiled back, his strong jaw and stern look sent shivers down her spine.  She couldn’t really see what he looked like under the helmet and sunglasses, but in her mind he was well muscled with broad shoulders with a well pressed uniform, and those tall shiny leather boots with no laces, “hot” was what she said to herself about him and what her body felt about what her mind was fantasizing.  A quick image of her with her hands cuffed behind her back, bent over the hood of a police car as the officer stood behind her roughly shoving his hard penis into her wet vagina.  She blinked and blushed a bit continuing on her way to the school.

After dropping off the kids she drove to the dealership singing along with the radio as she did.  She pulled into the covered service area of the Chevrolet dealership and rolled down her window, hitting the steering wheel mounted radio volume control to lower the music, as an older white man approached with, “Art” on the nametag of his shirt.  His white hair was parted to the left and his just as white mustache appeared uneven over his mouth.  His portly belly hung over his pant belt like the foam from an overfilled mug of beer.  She thought he looked grotesque and pitied the poor woman who had to make love to him at night.  As he took the vehicle’s information she could see his eyes stare down at her cleavage and knew he was trying to angle himself so he could see her nipples.  She didn’t say anything because she knew she could get good discounts on service when she let the service writers get an erection and she had to admit she was a bit vain. 

He brought her inside the service office and offered her a seat opposite him at his glass desk with the computer monitor positioned under the glass.  She sat with her legs slightly apart, her hands innocently placed on her thighs with her back straight.  She noticed that the back of the seat seemed to be lower than the front, causing her knees to be higher than her waist, and thought it was odd and not very comfortable.  She could feel many eyes on her as she came in, and a group of men seemed to gather somewhat behind Art trying to hide their intentions by making small talk about the week’s football game as their eyes drifted to her then back to each other.  She knew well that sitting as low as she was the soft mounds of her breasts were very visible and as she looked through the glass desk she could tell that her skirt was high enough for the men to see her panties.  She blushed a bit but could feel the rush of excitement within her.  Art seemed to take quite a bit of time entering her information and kept getting up to, “go talk to the manager.” leaving her sitting there by herself.  Every once in a while he would point out something on the paperwork as he explained it to her, but would keep the paper on his side of the desk so she would have to lean on the desk to see what was written, giving him and the others an eyeful of her soft full mounds.

Once she signed the work order she moved to the waiting room and sat across the room from two men that appeared to be father and son.  There was a taxidermied fish on the wall just above the men.  Both were scruffy looking with unkept hair, faded and torn jeans, unshaved faces and body odor she could smell from across the room.  They looked like rejects from the Orange County Choppers show, or maybe even the stars themselves.  She yawned and felt a bit sleepy but sat up straight and looked around the room shaking off the drowsy feeling.  She noticed a father and his young son sitting along another wall, the man had a Rapala fishing gear hat and a small Igloo ice chest sat under his seat.  Every once in a while something inside the ice chest would splash around in the water.  It didn’t take long for the scruffy looking men to notice her and the older of the two whispered something to the younger one while pointing at her with his chin.  He did not seem to try to hide the motion nor his staring at her.  She blushed deep red and looked away.  She sat on the cool black vinyl of the waiting room chair and waited a few minutes while the two men kept saying things back and forth and laughing.  This made her mad as she didn’t know if they were making fun of her or admiring her.  She looked around until she found the restrooms, they were at a nearby narrow hallway one across from the other but was on the other side of the two foul smelling men.  She looked in the direction of the restrooms a few times before deciding to get up and go.  The men had noticed her glances and the older man stopped laughing and whispered something long and elaborate into the ear of the younger one who seemed to blush a bit as if surprised, then nodded and smiled as his hand seemed to fondle something in the front pocket of his jeans. 

Marieanne got up and straightened her skirt, walking swiftly past the men she moved to the bathroom, trying not to run as she felt her heart racing.  The men made her nervous and she needed to pee.  She didn’t notice the men were following her and until she reached for the door handle she didn’t noticed they were right behind her.  Suddenly she felt a rough grab of her hair causing her head to snap backwards, her chin high in the air, her mouth wide open in surprise, another hand grabbed her waist and before she could react she was dragged into the opposite restroom, the men’s room.  She found herself in a headlock, a thick strong arm was wrapped around her head squeezing it tight, she thought he would crush her head.  “Don’t say a word or I’ll smash your head right now.” said a voice that she figured was the older man, who then dug a knuckle deep into her skull making her whole body tense and she let out a yelp, her face contorting in pain. 

She felt her skirt being lifted up over her now upturned ass and then a sudden hard slap on her butt, “Yep, wet just like I thought.” the man said as his finger roughly rubbed her panties over her ass and pussy, his finger pushing into her pussy slightly.  He could feel her moisture and heat and it made him smile in excitement.  She wanted to scream, her head was turning red.  She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as fear overtook her. 

“Get her belt.” the older man said and she felt the other one remove her belt as she was led into a toilet stall. 

“Tie her hands.” the man ordered and she felt her wrist being pulled behind her and her belt wrapping around her wrist tightly.  She was now in panic and tried to look around but could only see the grey tile of the floor and the black rim of the toilet seat, the white porcelain of the low toilet and the chrome piping connecting the toilet to the wall. 

She felt her shirt being unbuttoned and pulled down her arms, and the man used it to bind her even tighter, cinching her elbows together.  “God damn she’s hot, this little tease is going to get what she really wants.  You’re a slut aren’t you?  Look at you all wet fucking whore.”  the older man chided.

She heard the metallic click as the younger man opened the blade of his folding knife.  She felt a cold metal object against her back, then felt her bra fall free from her as he cut the back strap in two, her breast now hung freely, exposed completely to the strangers. She could feel the cool air brush against her uncovered nipples. The big man now released her head from his arm but held her long red hair, pushing her head further down, making her ass stick up even more, her heels making her ass rise high.  He took two hand fulls of her hair from either side of her head and tied a knot with her hair around the metal piping of the toilet, keeping her head down.

Her breasts were quickly grabbed, one by each of the men, they roughly squeezed them, kneeding her nipples roughly.  “Nice firm tits, you’re probably a model or something huh?  No matter you’re just meat to us.” and with that the big man pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it as far as it would go until she opened her mouth to scream from the pain.  It felt as if he were going to tear her nipple right off her breast.  At that moment something round and cloth was shoved into her mouth, she didn’t know what it was until she tasted the foul flavor and smelled the stench of foot odor.  It was one of the men’s socks, which had been rolled up into a ball and it filled her mouth completely, she couldn’t open it any wider if she wanted to.  Though she tried to spit it out it was going no where.  She nearly vomited but instead dry heaved, her green eyes opening wide each time, giving the men quite a show. 

“Damn she’s hot,” added the younger man, “I’m gonna spurge in my pants if I don’t get some of that pussy quick.”

“Not yet, we need to get her in the mood, you know, a bit of foreplay…” the big man answered and laughed.  She looked towards him with fearful eyes and saw him over the rim of the toilet, take off his leather studded belt and hold it in his hand by the buckle end.  “Don’t you know it’s wrong to go around teasing men, you’re lucky I’m going light on you because I’d hate to ruin a good piece of meat, but you do need to be punished.”  She cried and tried to beg through the gag but couldn’t.  The older man kicked her ankles apart, spreading her legs to expose her pussy.  He lifted her bound arms up causing pain in her shoulders, making her lift up to her toes and lean forward to ease the pain.  Her forehead went into the cold water and she screamed thinking they meant to drown her.  He had the younger man hold her arms in that position.  The older man ran the metal studs of his belt back and forth over her pussy, each stud bumping against her clit, back and forth.  It took several minutes but even though she tried to keep it from happening she couldn’t help but moan.

Without warning he lifted the belt and struck her hard and it stung, she thought he would break her bones as the heavy leather bit into her soft flesh.  The men laughed and enjoyed the jiggling of her ass.  Another strike, another muffled scream, more laughing, again and again it happened until she could no longer scream, only cry, then the man stopped.  Her ass was on fire from the friction of the leather.  He pulled down her now soaked panties and harshly ripped them from her, putting them to his nose and smiling as he inhaled.  “Yep, a whore.  Take her she’s ready.”

The young man needed no more coaxing than that, he moved up while the old man held her arms up high, shoving his hard cock quickly into her dripping wet pussy.  She screamed but no one heard.  He wasn’t large but she didn’t want this to happen she’d only ever had sex with her husband.  “Oh yeah she’s tight and hot!” exclaimed the young man.  He could feel her tight walls, hot from the spanking, wrap around his cock and milk him for his cum as he shot his load into her within a few seconds.  Between being inexperienced with women and being very turned on by this he could not hold himself back.  She cried as she felt the hot sperm shoot into her wet hole, she had no birth control, she didn’t believe in that.  “That’s right cunt, take my load deep inside you.” the young man said, his hands reaching up and fondling her breast, enjoying the silky soft feel of her flesh.

“Damn man, give the girl some pleasure before shooting off inside her.” the old man joked as he shoved her head down into the toilet bowl, the cold water splashed on her forehead and she nearly threw up.  He held her head there as her wrists and elbows were freed, then tied again, this time wrapped around the toilet, under the metal pipes.  Each wrist was bound to the opposite elbow, one with the belt and the other with her shirt, causing the back of her head to push up against the inside of the toilet bowl uncomfortably but effectively trapping her.  Her breasts now rested on the dirty porcelain toilet bowl.  He let go of her head and he said, “Now I don’t do sloppy seconds but I’ve got eight inches of cock that needs relieving but I’ll be nice and wait for you to cum first.”  He grinned but she couldn’t see it.  She felt his rough callused hand slide into her pussy, then hesitate as if he were going to pull his finger out, “hmmm” he said then suddenly shoved his whole fist into her hard, she screamed silently and thrashed her head from side to side from the pain making the toilet water swirl like a washing machine. 

“You’re right, wet and hot.” He laughed then yanked his fist out of her and spread her juices over her anus, “that should give you a bit of relief but I like my holes dry.”  She thought he pulled her vagina right out of her, the dry skin of his fist dragged and burned her delicate walls.

He grabbed her butt cheeks and spread them wide she shook her head from side to side pleadingly.  She had never had anal sex before and was disgusted by the thought but knew she could not stop it.  Then she felt it, the cock head pushed against her bud, pushing it back into her the forcing her to open up as the head was shoved hard into her.  It seemed to keep spreading her hole, wider, wider then painfully wide and then further.  She couldn’t believe how big it felt but the number 8 kept appearing in her mind.  She felt her sphincter muscles rip painfully then finally clamp back at the base of the cock’s enormous head.  Her anus was on fire with pain, she pictured her blood pouring from her hole. 

“Ahhh, yeah baby that’s the best ass I’ve ever had and thank you for keeping yourself shaved for me, I hate hairy pussies” He slowly shoved his cock into her, inch by aggravating inch.  He purposely went slow to make her feel it, dry and rough, her whole rosebud disappeared into herself.  Then he started the back and forth fucking of her ass.  He did this for a few minutes, ramming hard into her making her scream each time.  When he was finally lubricated enough to speed up he reached around and found her clit and gently he caressed it as he fucked her.  She wasn’t at all excited from this pain, which was fine for him as he was enjoying making her cry.  It was a few minutes but and eternity for her before she started to pant.  The constant caressing of her clit paid off and she was building into an orgasm despite the burning pain in her ass.  She tried to hold it back but the desire for pleasure over took her.

“Good girl, enjoy it, you can’t avoid it.  I bet you’ve never been used by a real man, now you can brag to all your girlfriends that you’ve been properly fucked.” He laughed and she arched her head and pleasure washed over her in waves as she came, “good cunt, I knew you had it in you” he said.  He shot his sperm into her intestines as he felt her sphincter tighten around his cock from the climaxes.  She cried as the orgasm passed, her body going limp with disgrace and shame.  Sperm from strangers, whether they were diseased or not she didn’t know, dripped out of each of her holes running down her shapely thighs, thick and creamy.  He left his softening cock inside her and as an added insult the moved his hips from side to side causing even more pain.  When he finally withdrew from her he watched the open hole of her ass and snapped a picture of it as it slowly began to close.  “Beautiful rose.” the man joked.

“Again, I’d hate to waste good meat, I think we should leave her here as a present for others to enjoy.” The older man said.  She lifted her head bumping the rim of the toilet and screamed out in disapproval.  “Yes? You’d like that you said?  Good.”

She clamped her thighs together tightly to ease the pain and he noticed this and smiled.  “none of that” he said.  He unlaced each of his leather boots, using each lace to tie her knees to her elbows painfully tight making her ass spread open and keeping her well off balance, her weight mostly on her breast pressing into the toilet.  Her body now hugged the toilet lightly.  The smell of the toilet was nearly intolerable but she couldn’t lift her head out of it.

She heard the younger man say, “Can I try something I’ve been wanting to do before we go?”

“Of course, she’s just meat.” answered the older man.

The younger man reached into his pocket and took out a small can of pepper spray.  With a large grin he uncapped it, placed the spraying port between her soaked pussy lips and pressed down holding it there for several seconds until all of the contents were emptied into her pussy.  She could feel the small pressured stream shoot into her pussy but had no idea what it was.  She screamed into the sock and her body rocked hard as she tried to thrash about to ease the pain once her pussy started burning from the spray.  She barely heard the sound of a picture being taken by one of the men’s phones.  She’d never felt anything so painful.  She was screaming, crying and thrashing so much she didn’t even notice the men leave.  Her pussy was on fire and the pain wasn’t easing anytime soon.  Her face was beat red and more than once her face went into the toilet water causing the water to go up her nose, making her cough.  The sock had soaked up the water and now she was tasting the horrid water.  She thought she would die from the inability to breath, the torn muscles of her ass and the fire in her pussy, or maybe she was hoping to die to stop it all, but there was nothing she could do.  The pepper spray burned her inner walls like a million ants eating away at her.  Her hands tried to reach her pussy to ease it but she couldn’t.  Her lips turned red with irritation, her heart pounded loudly, she could barely breath.

She was still crying and trying to ease the pain when she heard someone enter the restroom.  A zipper sound then some peeing.  It sounded like the person was just going to leave until she felt a small finger poke at her thigh, “what are you doing?” asked a very young voice.  She tried to answer but was muffled.  “You should be in the girls’room not here, I’m telling my dad!” he said then ran out of the room yelling, “Daddeeeeee!”

A moment later the boy returned with another man.  She couldn’t see this but could hear it.  The boy pointed her out and said, “Look! It’s a girl! She’s being bad!” 

“Oh.” The man said, “lets go outside” he told the boy and they left.

A moment later the man returned, opened the door to the stall and stared at her, she was still sobbing and wiggling her ass from side to side in pain.  The man was dumbfound.  “Do you need help?  Are you okay?” she couldn’t answer with more than a moan.  “Damn you’re hot but I’m married and I really…” he watched her ass sway invitingly and after a minute gave into the erection in his pants.  “Okay, I guess you can’t see who I am anyways so you’ll never be able to tell my wife.  You’re one of those kinky girls who like being tied up and used aren’t you?  I’ve read about this in Penthouse forums.  Okay, you’re definitely a hotie, better than anything I’ve had before.  I will enjoy this as much as you.”

She heard his zipper and she tried to scream as she shook her head from side to side in disbelief.  She felt the cock slide easily into her pussy and he began to slide in and out burying himself deep into her but then stopped, “What the!  Fucking bitch!” he pulled out of her and ran to the faucet turning it on, “You fucking bitch you think this is funny?  Pepper spray? God damn it!” He continued to cuss at her as he washed his cock off.  She tried to tell him it wasn’t her but couldn’t.  The pepper spray burned and irritated the skin of his now flaccid cock.  The slit burned painfully from the liquid.  “I’ll show you, you fucking bitch!” he zipped up and somewhat awkwardly ran out and returned after a few minutes.

He walked up behind her, she could hear him and she kept trying to plead with him.  She could hear him place something on the ground that sounded plastic with something liquid inside it as she could hear water splashing, she remembered the ice chest.  He roughly grabbed one of her breasts and pulled it sideways until the nipple pointed outward, smashed between her and the toilet it jutted out well.  “Lets see who gets the last laugh.”  A sound of tearing plastic then his fingers on her nipple.  “I know you can’t see this but this, bitch, is a double ought barbed fishing hook.  You’ll need a doctor to get this out of you.”  She screamed and felt the sharp hook as he shoved it through her nipple and back the other side until the barb was sticking out of her flesh, any movements to reverse the direction of the hook would make the barb stab into her flesh.  The sharp stab was unbearable and the burn when the thick metal was dragged through her punctured flesh was incredibly painful.  She cried more and tried to move to ease the pain but then realized what a bad idea that was as the hook tore more into her flesh.  Besides her ears she had never been pierced before.  She felt her other nipple pulled out and panicked.  Another hook went right through her flesh like butter and he fed this one through also.  Her nipples now felt like they were on fire, pulsating pain shot through the tips of her once perfect breasts.  There she was tightly bound to a toilet, gagged with a wet dirty sock, with a large fishing hook pierced from side to side through the flesh just beneath each of her nipples, and blood now running down the toilet as it dripped off each nipple.

“Not done yet bitch…pepper spray huh?”  He fished out a one pound lead fishing weight tied to a snap swivel, then a second, these he attached to the looped end of the fishing line attached to the hooks, causing her nipples to sag out grotesquely almost appearing inhuman as they elongated, if not for her perfect skin and firm breasts.  The holes made by the hooks pulled open causing blood to seep from her tortured breasts.  The weight felt incredibly heavy and she feared they would tear open her nipples leaving her maimed for the rest of her life like a circus side show.  She screamed.  “yeah bitch scream, but I’m still not done.”

He pinched her pussy lips together and she screamed, “Nooo!” into the gag.  “I was going to save this for my pond, but vengeance will be much sweeter.” he said menacingly.  He opened the plastic cooler and reached in, grabbing a hold of the 8” rainbow trout that was swimming inside.  “I hope you like trout.” he teased.  She panicked not knowing what he meant but could smell the odor of fish.  She felt something cold and slimy at her pussy, it was moving.  He pushed the fish head first into her and she began to realize what was happening.  She started to squirm in protest but the hooks bit hard into her and she stopped, trying to hold steady but shaking in fear. 

“The fins will make him very hard to get out of you without tearing out your pussy with it.” he laughed and pushed the fish all the way in until only the tail stuck out.  The fish struggled wiggling madly side to side stretching her walls in all directions.  She could feel the stiff fins scratching and cutting her walls.  It was like nothing she ever felt before and she orgasmed, over and over uncontrollably.  He looked confused, “I can’t believe you are getting off on that.  Oh well enjoy because you’ll likely never have sex again after they fish him out.” he laughed.  He somehow found this amusing and it turned him on.  He held her pussy lips closed with one hand, pulling them outward as he stabbed a fishing hook through her flesh, in one lip and out the other like a sewing needle.  She screamed and began to thrash but stopped from the pain on her nipples.  The hook punctured her tender flesh four times as he worked his way from the bottom of her slit up to the top, bringing a scream each time from the pain of the puncture, the metal hook being dragged through her injured flesh, the dry fishing line being dragged through each hole and the pepper spray.  Her once perfect smooth white skin was now punctured with asymmetrical imperfect holes.  He pulled the hook until the knotted end of the fishing line reached the first hole and her pussy now looked sewn shut.  He put the metal part of the hook through the fishing line loop and with pliers, he bent the hook shut locking her pussy closed with the hook’s line holding the lips shut.  Blood ran down her breasts and pussy as the trout continued to thrash madly trying to breath inside her tight pussy.  She sobbed and sobbed wondering what she had done to deserve this but couldn’t stop climaxing, her abdominal muscles began to cramp from over use.

He looked and her and couldn’t help it, he needed to release his tension.  He pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked himself as he looked at her sexy form until he came, spraying his sperm all over her back, into her hair and down the crack of her ass, causing more screams as it dripped over the bleeding flesh.  He slapped each of the weights making them bounce up and down pulling on her nipples.  He stood over her with his legs spread and held his cock as a warm yellow stream sprayed from him onto the back of her head, wetting her long read locks and turning the toilet water yellow, then walked out as she continued to scream and bleed smelling and sometimes taking into her nose the acrid urine.  She could feel the fish slowing its struggle as death began to overcome it but her inner walls were torn and bleeding from the sharp fins and the dying fish  filled her pussy completely.  She came again crushing the dying fish in her spasms.

“Ma’am?  Ma’am?” she heard a voice call out to her, the voice seemed somewhat familiar and she opened her eyes in a startled shock.  Looking around she noticed she was in the waiting room where she had sat earlier.  Art was standing over her and smiled, “Is everything okay?” he asked.  She looked at herself as saw all her clothes were in order but as she looked around she noticed everyone was staring at her except the little boy who’s back was to her as he played with his toys.  The male action figure was pointing at the female action figure as he repeated, “bad girl, bad girl!”

“Yes..yes” she answered but seemed confused as to what happened.

“Your car is almost ready.” He said, his eyes obviously looking between her spread thighs. 

She looked down thinking the worst, maybe her panties were gone of there was a dead fish halfway sticking out between her thighs.  She gasped when she saw a large wet patch of vinyl just under her crotch.  She couldn’t see her panties but knew they were soaked.  She blushed feverishly red and closed her thighs tightly to hide the embarrassing evidence. 

“The work order will be at the cashier’s booth.” He said with a smile like he had just scored the winning touch down at the super bowl.  Art turned and walked away and others seemed to turn away from her and go about their business, but there was an obvious uneasiness in the air.

She ran to the restroom quickly closing the door behind her.  What was she doing, she wondered.  She felt her nipples and found no holes.  She felt her vaginal lips and only found wetness.  She let her finger linger, then began rubbing her clitoris, she couldn’t help it.  She brought herself to an incredible orgasm before leaving.  She nearly ran to pay for her car’s service, which as expected had many lines describing work done to her car at no cost to her including a new pair of wiper blades.