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'Goddamn it you da shit, you da shit, you da shit...'

Hell yeah, thought Dave, soundtrack to my life! He had a certain swagger in his walk today. It was a beautiful morning. The sky was blue behind a blazing sun but the air was still cool, the morning was still too fresh to have been warned by the sun. There were a few clouds in the distance but he'd have returned from his lecture by then. Only an hour of how the 9th century Hungarian Plains were detrimental to the Magyar cause to endure before he could take a well earned wank and a power nap.

His mind drifted back to yesterday night. He'd proved himself, in front of everyone. They'd been laughing, cheering, punching the air in delight and singing his name. He was Bono and they were his adoring Dublin audience. He's spotted her in the nightclub. He'd chatted her up. He'd spotted her nipples pointing through her Radiohead t-shirt. 'You'll ggo to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking' it said. Damn right, he almost said aloud. He'd stood her up, spun her round and lifted that top for all the club to see her bare chest. He'd held her in place for about 5 seconds before she squirmed out of his arms, enough time for a few pictures to have been snapped which would now be circulating online. Worth not having sex that night? Certainly, he'd had drinks bought and high fives offered to him until dawn.

To make things better, when he woke he didn't even feel a thing. Until a thud landed on the back of his skull which almost made him throw up. He blacked out.

Dave drifted in and out of consciousness. An engine. Doors slamming. Harsh whispers. Female? No. Yes. Can't be. Yes! Female whispers! Another thud. Nothing.

When he woke up he felt a nauseating groan in the center of his brain. His eyes couldn't fully open. Did he dream that morning? He felt cold. He tried to move his arms across his chest. His arms didn't respond. He tried again. Nope.

His stomach fell, his eyes blazed open. He stared at the garish yellow wall across from him. He was on his knees, his arms tied wide apart to two poles either side of him. The rope was tight, burning his wrists a little as he struggled against them. He looked down, he was naked. He then noticed that his legs were tied together to a third pole just behind him. There was also apparently a door behind him, which he heard open. His heart raced and his voice panicked.

'Who are you? What do you want?' His voice sounded like a squeal. 'I don't have anything for you,' he was almost crying.

'You do know me'. A female voice. 'We've met before.' Dave heard a crack and felt a searing pain on his arse. 'I hope that leaves a mark.' He searched his head for girls with that voice. Another crack on his arse brought forth a name in a high-pitched scream.

'Louise?' Only girl he'd ever fucked. She'd hated it, never spoke to him again.

'Guess again.' Another crack. He held back the scream this time. 'Oh, you like it now?' A harder crack. He screamed to try and make it stop.

'I give up! I give up!' Tears were flowing down his face now.

He heard footsteps, then in front of him appeared a pair of high heels, legs and a bare, shaved pussy. He glanced up and saw a girl wearing nothing but a Radiohead t-shirt.

'Shit.'

'Oh yeah, you're in the shit now.' He noticed a camera around her neck. 'Think you'll be better at guessing what I'm gonna do to you now?' He let out an affirmative whimper. 'Oh, stop your crying!' He noticed the cane in her hand too late, it belted him round the face. He sniveled then looked back up at her, sobbing periodically.

'That's a tiny cock you have there. Think you boy friends would like to see that?' She focused the camera and Dave heard a snap. He kicked up into his groin, hard. Dave screamed again. He was caned in the face again. The girl snapped a few more pics.

'These are gonna go on my blog for now. I have a few friends coming round later so we'll talk again then, OK sweetie?' She bent down to kiss his cheek the moved closer to his ear. She whispered 'If you make a sound between now and then I'll beat the living shit out of you.'

She disappeared from Dave's view and he heard the door close. The lights went out, it was pitch black.

Dave kneeled, sobbed, waited, and cursed his erection.
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A dry gasp escaped Dave's throat. His knees ached like crazy, his shoulders weren't much better. His back felt as though it had been split in two. His ass was still stinging a little. Water, I need water.

His eyes had adjusted to the dark but there wasn't anything to look at. It was just a room. A cell. He'd had the shit beaten out of him. He tried to stop his mind wandering to the other tortures the Radiohead T-shirt wearing girl would have for him, but it was no good. He imagined dildos, pumps, chains , more ropes, gags, locks, whips and other things he'd seen while looking at porn online. He whimpered, then got hard again. He looked down and mentally screamed at his erection stop it! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you, you worthless little good for nothing prick!

He heard footsteps behind him, in the room next door. High heels. Clop. Clop. It was growing nearer. It was outside the door. Then a pause.

Dave waited and waited, for what seemed like hours. On edge. Nothing. No more movement, no more sounds. His mind wandered to full body leather gimp suits.

He felt a breath on his neck, his body instantly convulsed into total panic. He writhed as his constraints, but didn't have the power to scream for help.

"Look up". The voice was hers, undoubtedly. He continued to squirm. "Look up" she repeated, adding more authority to her voice. Dave stopped moving and obeyed.

"Open your mouth." Again, he obeyed. He felt something cool rush into his mouth. Water! Yes! He gulped without question. The gushing stopped. "Again?"

"Yes! More! More water!" He opened his mouth and welcomed the cool, wonderful liquid into his mouth.

"Again?" he didn't respond. He just opened his mouth and waited. There was a bit of a longer pause before the stream restarted. It was warmer, it was stinging his mouth more. He could feel it building up in his throat. Vomit. It was piss. She was feeding him piss. He spat it out, using all his strength to do so. He felt a hand go into his mouth and a bottle being forced into his open jaw. She squeezed the bottle . He was powerless against the fluid flowing down his throat.

When she was sure the bottle had been emptied she lifted it up and bounced it off his head, it rolled into the corned. He could feel a burning in his throat, he was going to throw up.

Blindness. A rush of white light penetrated his eyes. Through the blur he saw her figure appear in front of him again. She was wearing the same t-shirt. The same shaved pussy staring him in the face. He noticed in her hands she had a dildo. The bile was rising in his throat. She placed the dildo on the floor and left, laughing.

The lights went out as the door closed. He threw up immediately after.
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Part 3:

It had felt like days since her last visit. Dave had actually started to look forward to her next visit just so he could have some peace of mind that he wasn't going to be just left to rot. His body had gone through the stage of aching and was now almost entirely numb. I need a beating. I need to feel alive.

His mind had stopped wandering. He was just going to accept his fate. He was tired. He'd tried screaming. He had screamed until his lungs emptied and his throat burned. No-one came. He'd struggled, but he'd worn his muscles too weak. He'd even tried praying: God, I know we haven't spoken much... God didn't answer him. It was dark, cold, and he was alone and powerless. He'd passed the point of being scared. He was ready for whatever.

His ears pricked. Footsteps. Clop. Clop. High heels again. She was coming. He straightened up. Maybe if he behaved things would get better. There were other noises too: boots. Heavy boots. Lots of boots. Male voices too. He could hear shouting but he couldn't make out what was being said. He heard a female shout. Then the noises got fainter. He heard a slam. All went quiet again, apart from one last pair of boots outside the door.

He felt a rush of air on his back as the door opened. He heard a sound which sounded like a man gagging.

"Jesus Fucking Christ". It was a deep voice. He heard the boots rush towards him. He saw a shadow look him up and down then disappear back behind him. His eyes stung when the light turned back on. The man appear back in front of him again. He was in a black and white uniform. The police! Oh, thank fuck, I'm saved. The policeman stared at him for a long while before speaking. Dave was covered in vomit. It was in his beard which had grown while he had been in the room. He was still stark naked.

"Well just take a look at you, poor guy." He took a deep breath, "bu you're safe now, we've got her." Dave almost wept as soon as he'd heard those words. He had been ready to give up, but now it was all over. He was untied and instantly flopped onto the floor. He was helped back to his feet.

"Come now, we'll get you showered here. That bitch isn't going to need it for a while." The policeman started to lead Dave out of his cell.

"She's going to jail?" His voice was coarse.

"Yeah, definitely. Unlawful imprisonment. She'd going away alright. She can't hurt you anymore." This time Dave did weep as he was being led to his shower; to his freedom.



The water felt warm, soothing. He'd spent half an hour showering, cleaning, trying to forget. It was over. The Officer had said he was going to get him some clean clothes in his size. He was quite young, definitely strong. He'd helped Dave to his feet easily. He heard a knock on the bathroom door so he stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. He waled out of the girls en-suit and into her bedroom. There were two police officers now: the man form before and a woman with her back turned. There were some clothes folded neatly on the bed.

"How're you feeling Dave?" Asked the male Police Officer.

"Much better," he smiled wide, "thank you so much, I owe you everything."

"No you don't." His reply was cold. He looked at the floor then glanced at his partner. "Why don't you get dressed? We'll give you some privacy." The woman walked out of the room first, followed by him. Dave turned before the door had closed to grab the clothes.

He felt a sickening thud on the back of his head. Things went fuzzy, but he did not black out. Two strong hands grabbed his arms and started pulling him to the top of the bed. He felt something harsh, cold and metallic wrap around his left wrist. He couldn't make sense of it. He moaned unintelligibly. Then his right wrist. He managed to squeeze out a legible sound: what? His head cleared somewhat. Handcuffs, they were handcuffs. He felt his strength come back. He writhed his arms about. He couldn't budge away.

"No!" He tried screaming it again: "no!" Something tight wrapped around his left ankle, followed quickly by his right. He assessed his situation: he could see a bed head board, bed sheets and a lamp. "Oh for fuck sake" he said aloud, almost calmly.

He tried to budge. He got nothing. He felt a soft hand on his cheek, directing his head roughly towards where it wanted him to look. It was the female officer. It was the girl. She had taken her hat off and now she was unmistakable. She picked up a t-shirt from the pile. It was the Radiohead t-shirt. She smiled sweetly and wrapped it around his mouth, muffling his complaints. She picked up a belt and nonchalantly hit him on the back with it, incredibly hard. His screams were barely audible.

She was talking to someone. Not the other man, but to someone else.

"Yeah, he's here... No, he's not going anywhere," she chuckled, "yes, bring it up." He heard a 'beep', she'd been talking on the phone. "Now, officer, would you be so kind as to apply this to my bitch?"

"Or course Ma'am." He was working for her. The bastard!

He felt something wet on his arse. He felt a couple of fingers penetrate him and slip in and out effortlessly. He jolted with the feeling, then got hard. He hated that fucking erection. A hard slap on his ass followed.

"All yours, ma'am." The male officer left the bedroom. He called back: "I'll help him bring it up."

"Thanks sweetie." There was a pause of silence. Dave could feel her sadistic eyes staring into in, planning his next torture. He heard footsteps coming back up the stairs. She spoke again: "just here."

He heard some clanking of metallic objects. Some mumbling about 'assembly'. He heard plugs going in sockets. He was stiff with tension. He felt something in between his ass cheeks.

"This is designed to do exactly what I thought after that night when we first met" came the girls voice. "You remember what you did, yes?" Dave let out a groan. "That's right; and you know what those two words I thought were?"

There was a pause.

"Fuck you."

He heard a switch flick then something ram hard into his ass. It thrust in and out relentlessly. He'd never had anything in there before, let alone anything so big. It ached horribly. He felt cum being forced out of his cock. Fuck this erection.

There was a spot where the lube hadn't been applied properly. The friction burned him. He was sure he could feel blood. The thrusting was none stop.

"How does an hour of this sound?" Dave didn't respond. He was hit by the belt. "Answer me." He could only groan. She turned around.

"Boys, leave us. I think my bitch wants two hours of this." The men nodded and left. She turned and hit him again.

Two hours of this. He flinched as he was hit again. This is going to fucking hurt.

He was hit again, and again, and again, and again.

The girl laughed until her sides hurt.
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Very nice addition. You had me going oh man, the story is over then suddenly, bam! You took it to a whole new level. Well, any way excellent read and I look forward to the next part
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It was after about and hour that Dave started to slip away.

He'd gone numb after about half an hour. He'd been flogged past the point of his ass burning him to death into a sort of state where it felt like his nerve endings had been singed off. He had no idea whether or not the device fucking him relentlessly was still switched on. He was aware he was being hit, very frequently, but he wasn't aware of feeling any pain.

He could hear laughing. It was echoing. Off the walls. Out of the mattress. Possibly even out of him. The machine laughed at him, the bed springs laughed at him; his pain laughed at him. He was drowning in that same high-pitched laughter.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.

He could see himself. My God, he said aloud. How am I in this much of a mess? He watched his mouth respond a few seconds later. He let out some illegible drool which stained the bed-sheets and brought his mistress no end of delight. Ha. Ha. He saw his glazed eyes looking out of the window. This was merely coincidence. He could not see out of them.

He wasn't in his body right now. He didn't care, it meant he couldn't feel the pain.

He floated through the bedroom wall and down the stairs in the Girl's house. He looked at her white, locked, front door. He wondered what it looked like out there. He tried to float through it and outside. He couldn't. The wall felt cold, thick and indestructible. He'd passed through the bedroom wall with ease; why couldn't he just get outside? He shrugged this off and moved on. He felt a strange sense of peace. Not quite happiness, but at least he wasn't miserable, and in pain.

There was also no sound. No laughing, no grunting, no screaming. Just silence.

He was being drawn towards what had been, and no-doubt would be again, his cell. It was a simple, small room. Brightly lit too, once the lights were on. Garish-yellow walls on all-four sides and nothing but three small, wooden poles coming out of the ground, arranged in such a way so as to restrain him like he had been for several days. There were still puke stains on the floor.

How many people has she kelp here? How many people made my mistake?

His ass burned. No! He was being dragged back. Please! I don't want to go back!

He couldn't help as his ghost was dragged back to the front door, though this time it was open. He wasn't going up the stairs, he was being dragged outside! Though the door had been replaced. Instead of a white PVC frame in front of him was a giant-shaved pussy. He recognised it. It was hers! As he was being dragged nearer and nearer his ass burned. He could feel impact after impact where he was being hit. Lines, marks, life-long bruises being branded onto his skin. God it burned. And inside him? God it ached.

Nearer and nearer. He could hear laughing coming out of the pussy. He looked up. There she was, giant; wearing nothing but hr Radiohead t-shirt, laughing. As he was drawn nearer he burst out into tears.

Silence.



Dave woke up some time later. He was in his cell again, but not tied up. The lights were on. In the middle of the floor there was a plate with a sandwich on it and a glass of orange juice. Next to them, there was a note:

Dave.

Eat and drink up. You'll need for soon. Your biggest challenge yet is coming.

Signed,
Your love/capture, Elsie.


Dave obeyed Elsie's note, and trembled.
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It had seemed like forever to Dave, but the door to his cell finally opened.

He had no way of telling the time. The only indication of the time he'd spend in there was from the huge stack of unwashed plates in one corner. He had no idea if he was getting fed once a day, or more, or less.

The light flooded in. His eyes couldn't cope. They teared up and closed. As Elsie's shaved pussy approached him Dave heard her laughing.

"What's wrong? Pleased to see me?"

Dave stuttered. He was weak. His throat dry and cracked.

"Y... yes." He was telling the truth. He thought he was being left to rot. He felt a foot jab him sharply in his stomach.

"Yes what?" Her voice was harsh. Dave was confused. He thought for a second.

"Yes sir?" That didn't seem right. He was kicked again.

"I am your master. Address me as such. How do you address me?"

"As your master." He was tired. His voice was flat."

"Then yes what? Say it loud."

"Yes master." He was kicked again. He raised his voice: "yes master!" His voice cracked on the final syllable, but he wasn't kicked again.

"Good", came the soothing voice from above him. "Now look at me." Dave finally opened his eyes and stared up. Past the pussy, past that fucking horrid t-shirt, into her deep green eyes. God she was beautiful. The bitch. She wiggled a foot at him and barked the single word order: "lick".

He obeyed without question. He licked her foot. He felt sick, but he kept going. While ever she kept her foot in the air he felt that he had to keep going. He licked her heel, the ball of her foot, the top, in between her toes. Everywhere.

She lowered her foot.

"What is my challenge?" Dave's voice was tentative while asking. He felt a kick again. "What is my challenge, master?"

"That's better." She paused. "Stand up." He obeyed. "Follow me." He did so, without question. He limped slightly. His naked body sighed with every step; but he followed like he was on a leash. She stopped in her bedroom.

"You're going to make love to me." He stared at her.

"What?" Another kick, He fell to his knees.

"Address me properly. And that's twice I've had to kick you, lick my foot back clean." He licked thoroughly.

"What do you mean, master?" He stood back up as he asked the question.

"I mean, we're going to get on that bed and have sex."

"Do I get to say no... master?"

"You do, if you want to get back into the cell." Dave stood and thought long and hard. He wanted to, but his penis wouldn't respond. Elsie stepped forward and whispered in his ear "you can take this off", motioning to her t-shirt. Dave felt a stirring.

He grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it off her. They were both naked, he was hard. He pushed her onto the bed and kissed her. She kissed back. She smiled.

"Fuck me Dave, fuck me." He obliged. He plunged into her; her tight, wet pussy feeling amazing. he thrust harder and harder. He responded to her moans and groans. He felt her hips responding and he felt his waist getting damp from her cum.

Within a few minutes Dave shot his cum inside her. He rolled over, exhausted.

"Well done, baby." She kissed his cheek. She stood up, and Dave heard a click. She had filmed it! Dave's heart dropped as he stood up. "Now I have evidence that you want me, slave".

Before Dave could move she had produced a cane and belted him across the face with it. In his moment of confusion he felt his hands clasped together behind his back. He resisted, but he was cuffed too tight. His face stung and began to bruise.

"Now," she said, "this is where the real fun begins".

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Wow-this is so horny. Dave is so totaly broken down and now I guess the rebuilding can begin ? ant wait fo rnext instalment mmmmmm
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"You want me. Say it. Say you want me!" Her cane cracked. "Say it aloud, slave." Elsie was being relentless, and Dave wasn't sure he could get any words out of his burning mouth.

"I said say it!" She was screaming now. She repeated the words "say it" in a screeched tone, delivering a painful blow each time until she fell back onto the bed, exhausted. There was silence. Dave gathered his strength, rolled onto his side facing Elsie and stared at her. She was undoubtedly beautiful, but he hated her.

"No." The air seemed to have been sucked out of the room. Everything seemed heavy. The words echoed for an age. Elsie stared at him in a mixture of shock, surprise and sneering rage.

"No?" She made a movement towards him, but stopped just short in order to allow him to rectify his mistake.

"No, I don't want you." He winced, as if expecting another blow. "I've never wanted you and I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry for what I did - like you could never believe." He was crying. "Please, I just want to go home." He waited, the room had never been so still.

Elsie stood and walked away from Dave on the bed. She picked up her t-shirt and left the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Dave was alone; weeping, weak and tired. He sobbed until he fell asleep.

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He awoke hours later. He thought he'd opened his eyes, but everything was dark. Breathing was hard. He tried to say something, but a ball in his mouth restricted his sound. He tried to move his arms, but they were tied tight, both wrists and forearms. The same went for his ankles and knees. He could tell he was naked, he could feel something cold and wet against all of his skin.

He was outside! He could feel it now, it was mud and grass beneath him. He could sense the drizzle from the sky. He was shivering; he was freezing. He needed warmth. Surely Elsie was somewhere around here, teaching him a lesson, so he waited.

His stomach twitched and he felt a short surge of panic. What if she wasn't coming back? What if she'd abandoned him here to be found so she wouldn't get into trouble for kidnapping him. What if she'd abandoned him so he wouldn't be found? He struggled and tried to scream. He could only make a light, muffled noise. He attempted crawling, but he was attached something nearby which was offering too much resistance. He was trapped, again.

He tried to scream for hours. He felt the air getting colder, his throat began to give up. His silent screams filled the air nearby.

He continued screaming with all he had left.
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