Chapter 7 - the next few weeks
Poor Anne, when she dropped by the next week, Paul showed her the tape
a friend of mine had made of the entire evening. What that tape showed
was not a young girl, but a insatiable cum receptacle. With some very
minor editing it showed a girl who got off on the most filthy degradation.
Who could never get enough cum. And who came and came repeatedly.
After showing it, in front of her Paul put the tape in a box addressed to her
dad. Anne turned white as a ghost. She suddenly realized that the old tape
was tame stuff compared to this. For this her dad might very well kill her.
She turned to me with the look of an animal that knows it is about to die.
"Don't worry sweet slut" Paul told her. This will remain here as long as
you behave yourself. And then Paul slapped Anne as hard as he could.
Anne's hands flew to her cheek as the tears started and she backed away
from Paul.
"Come back here NOW Anne. In front of me with your hands down or by
god, I'll drive the tape over to your father now."
Anne stepped back braced for another slap. Paul reached up but didn't
slap. Instead he gently pushed her shoulders down, and moved her head so
it was back normally, not all tensed up. Then he slapped her again on the
other cheek, as hard as he could.
Anne dropped to the floor crying "why Paul, what do you want me to do,
just tell me" she begged.
"Get back up NOW he said" pulling her up. Paul's hands went to move her
around again but Anne knew what would follow and stayed tensed up. "If
you're not going to relax tell me now and I'll just take the tape and go."
"Please tell me what I did wrong. Oh god, please don't hit me. I'll do
anything, just tell me what you want me to do" Anne sobbed with tears
running down her cheeks.
"I want you to relax and hold still slut. Now do it before I loose my
patience."
Anne did the best she could, holding still with her eyes wild with fright.
Paul faked several slaps causing Anne to jerk and cry out. Finally, after the
fakes slowed her down, Paul let out another slap knocking her down again.
"Please please oh my god please tell me what I did" begged Anne. "I'll
suck your cock, I'll fuck you, I'll do anything you want."
Paul pulled her up as she kept babbling with fear. The look in her eyes had
him hard as a rock. It was pure victim. She didn't want to get hit but she
wouldn't defend herself. She would beg and plead and abase herself. But
she would stand there and take the slap. "there is no reason" he said. One
more should really get the message through.
Paul this time positioned her head perfectly for the slap. He lined his hand
up, making real clear it was coming. Anne closed her eyes in anticipation
so Paul told her to open them. Anne stared at Paul's hand in abject fear as
he swung and nailed her again.
But during the entire swing, Anne never moved out of the way. She didn't
know why Paul was hurting her. She knew the slap was coming and she
stood there and took it. Because Paul had the right to do anything to her.
With those slaps, those unexplained slaps, Paul tore away Anne's belief
that she could tell Paul no. She was his.
Paul then pushed her down on her knees and had her suck him off.
However, it wasn't gentle this time. Each time he pushed a little further
into her mouth ignoring her protestations. When Anne put up a hand to
hold stop his prick from going in as far Paul pulled out, slapped Anne
twice, and pumped back in, without saying a word. Anne kept her hands
down.
Pretty soon he was into her throat and then he was all the way banging her
nose into his crotch. Her young throat felt so good around his cock with her
gagging massaging his cock. Paul started holding his cock in for 20
seconds and then letting it our for Anne to take a breath.
Anne couldn't breathe. The last time out she hadn't gotten a good breath
and now Paul was down her throat again. She had to breathe, she reached
up and pushed at Paul, trying to get him to back out. Paul pulled out and
looked at her. She knew it was coming and held her face up for it.
But he didn't slap her. She opened up her eyes to see him looking at her.
He turned around and then he was holding something in his hands. Paul
flicked one of her tits with his finger. It hurt but it made her nipple stick
out. Then suddenly her tit was in agony. She reached for her tit but Paul
held her arms. She looked down and saw an alligator clip on her tit
squeezing it.
Paul then handed her the second clip and nodded toward her other nipple.
Oh god no she thought. I can't stand to have that on there. I can't put it
there. Then she heard him say "I can put it on your clit if you'd rather."
She had to do it. She was Paul's' sex toy and that's what he wanted. She
reached up and tried to gently release the clip on her nipple. It still hurt
like crazy.
Paul the grabbed her head and started fucking her throat again, holding her
head by the sides. She now had even more trouble breathing because her
nipples hurt so much that she sometimes forgot to take a breath. But even
when she was about to pass out she didn't raise her hands. Not to push
Paul, not to save her nipples.
And then Paul rammed her head against his cock, almost breaking her
nose against his pelvic bone and he pumped his cum directly into her
stomach. He held his cock all the way in her throat for the next 3 minutes
but his cock got small enough that she could breathe around it.
Then as she looked up at him in fear, Paul reached down and removed the
clips. Finally - relief. Anne held her mangled tits and waited to see what
was next. After what had transpired, the rest was pretty tame.
Paul had Anne watch porno flicks. Every afternoon when she could come
over, he had her watch the videos while playing with herself. Anne actually
came to enjoy this. The films turned her on and playing with the vibrator
felt good too.
It was not the kind of climaxes she had when Paul dragged her through the
gutter. But it was pleasant cum after pleasant cum. And after the first
afternoon, it was a welcome relief.
Sometime while watching Paul would walk in and have her blow him.
Nothing major, just a blow job and then back to the movie. Paul even had
her use the vibrator on herself while blowing him so she got off too.
And occasionally Paul would have her get on all fours facing the TV
screen and would spank her bottom while she watched. Anne actually
found herself looking forward to the spanking sessions since that turned
her on more than just watching.
Of course, Paul was careful to pick out the right kind of videos. He never
got any that had scenes of men and women in love with each other.
Instead, all the videos were ones where men used the women. And over
time the films got nastier and nastier until Paul was showing Anne
European films that couldn't be rented in the US.
Meanwhile, every day Anne wore her butt plug, removing it only to shit
and shower. And each week Paul gave Anne a slightly bigger plug to help
open up her ass. One day Paul gave Anne an enema bag and told her to
start using that daily, increasing the volume regularly and reporting the
size she could take.
And through all of this Anne tried to live a normal life away from Paul.
She went to school, worked at the video store, and spent time at home with
her family. However, Paul was always there somehow. Every morning and
night when she used her vibrator, his face filled her fantasy.
One Sunday he met her at church just before the service. The slipped into a
bathroom and Paul gave Anne an enema and then plugged it with her butt
plug. Anne spent the entire service next to her father, wanting to release
the enema and unable to during the service, and afterward when she had to
walk around with her parents. Finally she got away and released it.
And finally Paul gave her tapes to play on her walkman when she was
jogging. The tapes were a combination of the sound from porno movies,
and Anne's commenting about herself while cumming. And behind it all,
was Paul's soft voice telling her how she was his slut, and that she was his
to use however she pleased.
Anne would be jogging down the street, normal people all around her, and
she would be hearing people fucking or herself in the throes of passion.
She was hearing this so often while viewing everyday normal life that she
started to associate everything with sex. It was never off her mind.
And on the weekend they would go dancing. But it was always so tame
compared to the last time that Anne never objected to anything. Paul would
play with her tits while ordering from the waitress. Or he would spread
Anne's legs and life her skirt and play with her clit for people sitting
across from them.
Many times he had Anne scrunch down, spread her legs, and pull her
pussy lips apart to show others the view under the table. He started training
her to never sit on her skirt, but to always raise the back of it. For many of
her tight dresses this had the effect of pulling the skirt to her waist, clearly
showing her pussy. But Paul allowed no exceptions.
Anne came to accept that others would see her tits and pussy. Every time
she showed any modesty, Paul took a belt to her ass and beat it out of her.
And Anne much preferred showing her cunt to being whipped. So when
they went out, it just became a fact of life to Anne that others would see her
cunt. She was Paul's slut and that was that.
And when they slow danced, Paul would usually play with her pussy. Anne
loved that, out there in the middle of all those people being brought to a
quiet orgasm. And at least once per evening she would return the favor,
bringing Paul to orgasm, staining the front of her dress.
And as she continued to watch the porno films each afternoon, she started
to see women tied down and whipped lightly, the whippings became
heavier and heavier. Women were pierced. Women drank piss, Women
fucked dogs. But each time something new was introduced, it was a
gradual change.
And Anne had become so conditioned to climaxing constantly while
watching, that she kept climaxing to more and more depraved acts. And
they were turning her on. Anne loved seeing a woman treated in the most
vile manner.
Pretty soon there wasn't anything worse to get for Anne. So he had her
pick favorite parts to watch again and again. Anne found herself judging
the films and repeating the scenes where women were treated the worst.
She was selecting knowing what Paul wanted. But in the course of making
those selections, she was making her own preference be for the films where
the woman was treated the worse.
And this was Anne's "normal" life. To watch women tortured unmercifully
every afternoon and to get off on it. To jog around town in everyday places
listening to tapes of violent sex. To go out Saturday night and arrange her
dress so men could easily see her cunt and tits. Wearing an ass plug
constantly. Giving herself an enema daily. And using vibrators every night
and morning.
All this poured into the mind of an impressionable young 17 year old girl
who had never known love, had never been told there was another way,
and who had all the normal worries of a high school senior, homework,
parents, friends. The mind is a wonderful thing. Make almost anything
routine and the mind will adapt to handle it. Anne remained a well
adjusted teen girl, at least it appeared so.
