THE STORYTELLER
part one
They read his stories on the Net. Stories of women being bound and
tortured. Stories of women being trained as sex slaves. They enjoyed them.
They themselves did not engage in any sexual practices that anyone would
consider abnormal. They had never even had anal sex. Indeed, neither of them
had ever even had sex with anyone else. But they would fantasize about the
stories they read, and they found it exciting. They wrote to him personally, to
ask for more stories. An email relationship began. He even wrote a story
personalized just for them. They discovered that he lived in the same city as
themselves, and they would fantasize about actually meeting this man. Then one
night they wrote him and asked him if he actually did the things that he wrote
about. He wrote back a short message.
"Send her to me. I will show you. If you would like to make this reality,
contact me."
They fucked like mad that night, thinking of her going to this man, and having
him do things to her. The next day, a Saturday, a new message appeared.
"Send her to me. Tonight. 8 o'clock She will wear a coat and heels. Nothing
else. She will take a taxi. You will ride with her and deliver her to me, but
you will take the cab back home. You will await my email that she is on her way
home. This will be Chapter One of my newest story."
An address was attached.
They stared at it for a long time. Finally she spoke.
" You can't really be seriously considering this" she said.
" Hey, I think we should do it. If things get too far out just tell him to
stop. I mean, hell, we know where he lives. You don't have to do anything you
don't want to do. Just find out if he even does those things. Have him tell
you about the things he does. He's probably some computer geek anyway, you'll
probably scare the shit out of him".
He was excited. He took her right there on the living room floor, telling her
that another man was going to see her naked. Telling her how exciting it would
be to read the story that he would write about it.
Secretly, it excited her too. But deep in her heart, she knew that this
would be a big mistake.
There was no stopping his boyish exuberance. He was in her closet, pulling out
things and asking her if she would wear this or that. She now knew for sure that
this actually going to happen.
She got into the taxi in a daze. He was babbling about how he'd be waiting in
front of the computer for the message that she was on her way back. She sat
there in her long, black leather coat and her heels, trembling. She was
terrified.
They pulled up to a non-descript house in a housing tract. He reached across
her and opened the door as the porch light came on. He kissed her. She almost
felt like he was pushing her out the door.
"See you in a couple of hours, hon" he said.
That was it. As the taxi pulled away, she saw him looking out the back window
to get a glimpse of the man that was now standing on the front porch. Standing
there with his hand out to take her trembling arm.
"Don't be afraid my pet, come in, come in".
He was magnificent. Grey hair, grey beard and eyes that burned right into her
soul.
Before she could say a word, she was standing in the front room and the door
closed behind her. The room was lit with candles, and classical music played
softly in the background. A contraption like something she had seen in a gym was
standing just a foot or so away.
He walked to the front of her and began unbuttoning her coat.
"No, please..I..I." she started to say.
She received a sharp slap in the face. She was stunned. She started to speak
again and he slapped her again. Hard.
"You will shut...the...fuck...up" he said.
As her coat fell away, her knees buckled and he guided her right onto his
whipping bench, as that is what the contraption was that she saw. He tied her
naked body to it, and proceeded to whip her. He gagged her and he whipped her.
At some point he untied her and turned her over. She was in shock and was a rag
doll in his hands. He then proceeded to whip her front. Then he fucked her. Her
body that had never even been exposed to another man before, was unceremoniously
fucked. He fucked her cunt, he pulled out and fucked her ass, he pulled out and
came on her face. Without a word or a kind touch, he used her.
She vaguely remembered being shoved into the back of the taxi. She was a
shambles. Her coat was open revealing her body, and she had cum on her face, as
he had forbidden her to wipe it off until after her husband had seen it.
Somewhere along the way the taxi pulled off the road. The taxi driver fucked
her too.....a quick, frenzied fucking that deposited his load in her womb.
All she wanted, all she waited for was to get home; to release herself into
her husbands arm. She could cry and they would talk about what a horrible
mistake this all was.
He was waiting. He helped her into the house. He eased her onto the couch
and took her coat off of her. He was not prepared for what he saw. Her body
was criss-crossed with welts, front and back, head to toe. She broke down
sobbing, wanted him to call the police. He sat as if in a trance, rubbing his
fingers on the welts. He got up and returned with a short piece of rope, and
tied her hands behind her. He licked the dried cum from her face. Then he
fucked her. Fucked her with a cock so hard she thought he thrust a steel rod up
in her. Her welted, burning thighs screamed at the friction of his rutting.
When he pulled out he fell to his knees and put his mouth on her cunt. He
sucked the sperm from her cunt. His and the two men before him. He licked and
sucked on her asshole, as if to pull more male sperm from her there.
She could not move. He helped her up and guided her across the room...not
to the bathroom though, he guided her to the computer.. On the screen was a
message. She had to focus to see the words, but her husband read it aloud.
" She is on her way home. She did well. I hope you enjoy the artwork on her
body. I created it with my crop and my whip. I fucked her. Everywhere. She is
a slut. She is my slut. You may use her. You may suck the cum from her holes,
you may lick the cum from her face, but she now belongs to me. I will want her
again on Tues night."
