Owning Gabrielle Part Two



Neil Price gazed at the girl who stood naked in front of him. Shit, but 
the next two weeks were going to be fun, he thought, as he took in the 
picture she presented. She had curly, red hair, falling to her 
shoulders, and a pair of green eyes thickly fringed with dark lashes. 
The face was broad, with clear skin, not the usual pale that went with 
that hair, but a rich cream-tinged olive, obviously the genetic result 
of the parent with the Spanish name. The nose was too snub to be 
beautiful, but it was cute, and the mouth beneath it was wide with full, 
soft-looking lips.  Her neck was long and slim, as were her body and 
legs, but she was blessed with a beautiful pair of large, firm tits, 
tipped with a wide circle of rose, from which nipples rose a good half 
inch in depth with a similar diameter. Her butt, though toned and tight 
was nicely rounded and the baby smooth mound between her legs was plump 
and inviting. She wasn't like the lean, hard WASP girls he usually dated 
but she was altogether a very tempting piece of peasant ass - the kind 
of girl he'd spent many happy weekends fucking in cheap motels when his 
upper-class girlfriends weren't around to catch him. He'd always been a 
a tit man, so naturally his eyes fastened on the lovely swell of flesh.
"So, it's just us."
"Yes, sir"
|"Understand this." It was one of the command enhancers that were 
contained in a small book called Vocabulary of Mastery that Avery had 
handed to 11 of the 12 Diploma students at their acceptance interviews. 
"When nobody can hear you, you call me master, as long as I'm wearing 
this ring. Other times, if I'm touching you, you call me baby, if I'm 
not, Neil. I'll call you Ellie, most of the time," That was the name the 
class had agreed on in a meeting before semester started, to replace the 
Gabby or Gabrielle she was known by now. They knew it would always 
remind her that she wasn't the same person any more, to them. They'd 
been told that the hypnotic suggestions implanted in her would be 
permanent, and figured that more and more people would take it up, but 
by the time everyone was using the new name, she'd be fully adapted to 
her new, subservient role.
"However, you'll respond to whatever I choose to call you," he 
continued,  "whether it's Ellie, slut, bitch, anything. OK?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Sit down, spread your legs and play with yourself for me, while 
we get to know each other."
Immediately, she sat, spread her legs and dropped one hand between them, 
toying with her clit while the other slid from breast to breast, 
tweaking nipples and circling the firm globes.
"How big are those boobs?"
She blushed. "36E."
"E? Niiice. Are they sensitive?"
"I didn't used to think they were, but today ... well they seem to be."
"Good. Now, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself? I don't want the 
boring stuff, I don't care where you come from, or who your family are, 
just tell me the interesting little details, start with your first kiss, 
and move on though petting to losing your virginity I want full details, 
where, when, what you liked and what you didn't, whether you sucked his 
cock before he had you, everything between the first kiss and the first 
fucking. Just keep talking tiill you're done, and, while you do,  I want 
you to finger yourself right to the point of climax, but don't come."
Gabby didn't realize that she could feel such intense dislike for a 
person she hardly knew. She had never done anything to Neil Price, and 
she didn't deserve for him to torture her, she thought as she began to 
work her fingers in and out of her pussy and began to speak "M.. my 
first real kiss, I was twelve. I was at a party, and we played postman's 
knock. I got Billy Evans, the fat, sweaty boy in the class. He shoved 
his tongue right down my throat and  tried to grab my tits. I slapped 
him and pushed him off me, and wouldn't ever play that silly game again. 
I didn't let anyone else kiss me till I was nearly sixteen, when Dan 
asked me out, he was the captain of the football team and oh!" she 
jerked a little from the fingers in her pussy, and her voice was higher 
and tighter as she went on "I didn't mind having HIS tongue in my mouth. 
After a while, one night when he took me to the movies, I let him put 
his hand up my shirt and play with my boobs for a bit, and he seemed to 
really like it, kissing me real hard. A couple of nights later, we were 
babysitting and he ... ohh... he pushed up my jersey, and put his hand 
inside my bra. At first I said no and tried to stop him, but he didn't 
listen, he kind of levered my boob out and started to kiss and .... ahhh 
..... suck it.
"It made me feel kinda squirmy and nice inside, so I let him keep on, 
and later he unzipped his pants and pushed them off his hips, then he 
took my hand and pulled it down, so it was on his cock. He was real 
....oh, God! ... real hard"  her voice was breathless and gaspy and she 
could hear that it had slipped back into the hard accent of her 
childhood, losing all the carefully trained refinement, "he closed my 
hand, kinda  wrapping my fingers round it, and he sorta jerked into them 
while he was sucking me, making these grunty-moany noises, and then 
there was this hot wet stuff all over my belly and he was saying I was 
great. We did that every night, for a couple weeks and then it was my 
birthday and he said he had a special present. After school, he took me 
outta town in his car and we got in the back seat to neck some, and it 
was kinda the ... oh ... same, but this time, he pushed up my skirt, and 
he... ah ... he put his hand into my panties while I was rubbing his 
cock. I said no, I didn't want to and he took it out again, but after he 
came, he said he loved me and he wanted to show me  ...  to show me how 
nice he could make me feel, that was my present and by then I didnt 
really mind cos I was all squirmy from the tit-sucking. So, I let him 
.... aaaah.... he took my panties off, and stroked between my legs and 
then suddenly he kissed me down there, and started to  .. Jesus ... lick 
... and ...  I can't this is too ... master, please, I need ... to 
come..."
"Keep talking."
"He licked and licked, and it made me go all hot and shivery at the same 
time, and then ... I'd never felt anything like it. When he finished he 
asked if I liked my present, and I said yeah, so much and he said real 
quiet, 'I wanna make love to you, Gabs'  he ... aaaah... always called 
me Gabs. ... ooooh.... I told him I was scared of getting pregnant, but 
he said he had a rubber and I'd be safe, and he said he ... he... I 
can't concentrate ...he'd made me feel so good so I said okay.  Then he 
put on the rubber, and kinda shoved himself into me. It really hurt, and 
I screamed, but he musta thought I liked it, because he grinned at me 
and said isn't it great, and then started sucking ... on my ... tits ... 
again ... let me climax now ... please ... master ... please... this is 
torture."
"You haven't finished the story, slut. Finish it up, and I'll think 
about letting you come."
"He was ..... sucking my tits ... and pumping his hips .... so hard ... 
hurting ... and he started to bite ... pumping ... then he came ... and 
.... and ..."
"What did he say to you? Tell me everything he said, in his exact 
words."
"He... said ... he said 'Fuck, your pussy is so sweet and tight, Gabs. 
So tight! That was the best fuck I EVER had, baby. God, I wish I could 
have kept on all night, I love you, babe, I do. Do you  feel good, 
babe?"
"And you said?"
"I said... yes ... he was hugging me, and he was so happy, and he said 
he loved me, so I couldn't say anything else, could I? Then he said I 
was beautiful, and hot, that my tits were ... oh God ... that I had the 
juiciest tits and nipples, he'd ever seen and he kissed them and he 
kissed me and he was still inside me, and I felt him getting hard all 
over again. Then he was fucking me even harder then the first time, and 
it hurt so much, but he kept saying how tight, how tight, how tight, and 
sucking and fucking harder and harder and harder. And when he took me 
home I could barely walk, I was so sore, and there were red marks all 
over my tits and neck. and that's all Master, there's nothing more ... 
pleaaase."
"Good girl." The climax command - he couldn't wait any longer to try 
that one out.
He watched her buck and writhe on the chair, grinning as she jammed her 
fingers deep and fast into the wet cunt spread for his eyes and yelled 
"YESSSSSSS! Oh, sweet Jesus, YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!"
As soon as the climax abated, he held out her clothes. "You'd better put 
these on. At least, the jeans and tee shirt, don't bother with the 
jersey or underwear."
While she dressed, quickly and obediently he asked  "Where do you live?"
"Study hall, Master."
"Well, go over there now and collect your books. Tell them you'll be 
staying with a friend off campus for the next two weeks so you can study 
together. Don't bring any clothes, everything you own is shit anyway. 
Meet me at Ellingham's in half an hour, we're  going shopping. Don't be 
late."

He grinned as she replied "No, Master." He could see the tears in her 
eyes, and was sure she just wanted to be left alone to cry and get over 
the horror and humiliation of the morning class - it couldn't be nice, 
he thought, to find yourself with a dick down your throat and putting on 
a sex show for twelve at 8.30 in the morning, when you thought that at 
worst your prof was going to subject you to some sarcasm about your 
assignment. It couldn't be nice to have to reveal your most intimate 
secrets in every detail while you frigged yourself to please a watcher, 
nor to realise that somehow, you'd been played around with so that your 
own desires meant nothing when set against the desires of someone else, 
anyone else with the right piece of jewelery or the right set of words 
to compel you to obey them totally, even to the extent of climaxing on 
demand. He understood that Garcia was fully aware of what she was doing, 
completely able to judge her actions against her own moral standards, to 
feel the shame associated with doing things she'd grown up thinking 
wrong and dirty, to know that she was being humiliated, objectified, 
used like a commodity. The only thing she couldn't do was take any 
action to stop it happening to her, she couldn't even protest without 
permission. Jesus, that must hurt - being a puppet - but God! what a 
turn-on to be the one pulling the strings.

***

Ellingham's was an expensive and exclusive store, catering to the whims 
of the privileged. The service was personal, discreet, and exactly as 
extensive as the customer wanted it to be. Neil propelled Garcia into 
the shining marble and glass foyer and told the floor manager they'd 
like to shop in private. He was a regular customer with an account paid 
from his father's bank every month
Inside a private room, Neil sat in a soft, armless chair, and explained 
what he wanted to the assistant, a middle-aged man who introduced 
himself as Claude, in an English accent.
"My, um, little friend here, needs a complete wardrobe. Evening wear, 
skirts and tops for college, shoes. It should cover the necessities, but 
no more. I want her to look sexy."
"Certainly, Mr Price - understated, or..."
"Blatant. I 'll be showing her off."
"Certainly, Sir. I'll need to take measurements."

"Of course.  Wouldn't  that be easier if she was naked?" Why not give 
the poor sap a treat,  Neil thought.

"Oh, yes sir. Much."
"Strip, Ellie. Let Claude check you over. We want the clothes to be 
perfect."

Instantly, Gabby peeled off her teeshirt and jeans, in silence, folding 
them neatly as if by instinct.

"All yours, Claude."

She turned and moved as instructed while the man measured her, taking 
full advantage of his position to lift and fondle her breasts with a 
murmured "E-cup, I wonder, or F?" and sliding a sly fingertip back and 
forth along her slit while he held the measure to take her inside leg, 
sliding more easily with each path as treacherous juices followed its 
passage.  Tears stung her eyes at this helpless response and she 
listened in dull surprise  when the assistant (who'd served enough rich 
men involved in the D/S scene to grasp what was happening, and react in 
the best way to get a hefty tip)  stood and turned to Neill, commenting 
mildly "Your slut ... I'm sorry, friend ... seems a little damp, Mr 
Price. Should I dry her?"

"Slut will do as a description Claude. You're certainly welcome to try 
drying her off, though I fear you won't succeed. Sweet Ellie is like a 
battery - Ever Ready - aren't you my pet?"
"Yes, Neil."

The assistant held a tissue in the palm of the hand that cupped her 
mound, but not the fingers that stroked her and then slipped inside her 
pussy. Both men ignored the whimper she gave, a smile of complicity 
passing between them. "Oops! I see what you mean, Sir, she's a slippery 
one." He continued to finger her, talking to Neil even as he went faster 
and deeper. The treatment was forcing increasingly lustful moans from 
her throat, but for all the notice they took, she might as well have 
been silent.

"What about underwear? Would  you like me to make a selection?"
"Only that which will enhance the look - push-up bras, thongs, 
garter-belt and stockings."

The man leered at Gabby's chest as his fingers kept fucking in and out 
of her, lifting her inexorably and helplessly  towards an unwanted 
climax. "We have an excellent line in quarter-cup brassieres, Mr Price. 
Lift the breasts without covering the nipples. It would be a pity to 
hide those, when today's clingy fabrics will display their ... qualities 
.... so well."

"Excellent. You're a mensch, Claude." Gabby's hips were making little 
pistoning movements against the shop assistant's hand, now her voice 
louder, and more insistent, as the orgasm drew closer.

"I'm sorry, Mr Price, do forgive me, but rather than drying your slut's 
cunt, I seem to have rather added to its lubrication. She's quivering 
quite a lot, and I think your she's about ready to come, " Claude said, 
still in the same polite tone. "Would you like me to bring her off for 
you, or will you see to that yourself?"
"I'll deal with it. I wonder if you'd have someone bring me a cup of 
coffee, while you select the clothes."

Instantly the fingers were removed, and Claude dried them on another 
tissue.

"Certainly, Mr Price."
"Come here and fuck me, now, Ellie."

She desperately wanted to scream 'no', to spit at the slimy shop 
assistant who was holding the door wide exposing her naked body to a 
passing couple of delighted high-school boys before passing through and 
closing it, she wanted to hit Neil, to run as far away from here and 
this as her legs would carry her. She wanted to assert some kind of 
control over her own life. But Gabrielle Garcia could do none of these 
things. Her head down, blushing, Gabby walked across the dressing room, 
unfastened the pants her classmate wore, and eased his cock out 
carefully. Wordlessly she straddled his lap, put her hands on his 
shoulders, and  slid the well-lubed, open  sheath of her pussy down over 
Neil's shaft with a whine of sheer delight.

All her natural inhibitions had been shattered by some procedure she 
didn't remember or understand. She fucked him hard, because she couldn't 
do anything else, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling it into 
her chest, jerking wildly when he flicked a nipple with his tongue, then 
began to suck. She had climaxed at the first friction of flesh inside 
her, and the ongoing sensations were driving her to ride him ever harder 
and faster, squeezing his cock with her internal muscles.  She heard the 
door open and close saw a teenage boy in uniform walk across the room, 
placing a tray of coffee beside the chair that supported them both, but 
didn't stop even he stood, staring at the sight for a couple of moments, 
his lips forming the words "Holy shit!"before he scuttled away with a 
bang of the door. With a grunt, Neil thrust up into her and shot his 
load, pumping her full of jism. Wrenching his mouth from her nipple, 
Neil asked "Isn't that what you needed, cunt?" Though her mind recoiled 
in horror from the harsh syllable, and the idea of his semen flooding 
her body, she was bound to truth, and testimony. "Yes, master, oh 
yes,"she heard herself say, "I needed to come, I needed you to fill me 
with your sperm, I needed to fuck you, so very bad. Thank you master."

When Claude rejoined them, Gabby was on her knees, cleaning Neil's cock 
thoroughly with her tongue.

"Nice to see a tidy slut," the shop assistant commented, hanging several 
armfuls of clothing on a rack that stood in the corner. "Perhaps you'd 
ask her to pop into the bathroom there and do the same for herself, Mr 
Price. It'd be more than my job's worth to let her try on these items 
with your come dripping out of her cunt, Sir, however pretty it looks."

"Do it, and be quick about it," The command was sharp and gabby found 
herself literally leaping to her feet, compelled to show the same 
urgency as the tone conveyed. In the bathroom, she filled the basin and 
sat on the toilet, spreading her legs wide and carefully cleaned every 
vestige of jism and juice from her thighs and pussy with rose scented 
soap and tissue paper soaked in water. She patted herself dry with a 
towel and was back in less than two minutes.
Over the next half hour she tried on garment after garment. When she was 
done, Neil had selected a variety of items: for daywear, there were 
tight, white low cut crop tops that clung tightly to the swell of her 
breasts and were sheer enough for the darker skin of her areola to 
shadow the fabric. He matched these with leather or denim skirts so 
short that they barely covered her ass, and a pair of knee-high boots 
with six-inch spike heels.

For evening, he selected a black dress for clubbing consisting of 
strapless jewel-studded corset bodice  that pinched her into an 
hourglass shape  and sat so low that it barely contained her nipples. 
The skirt was, literally, a long fringe, that swung as she moved, 
revealing fleeting glimpses of skin beneath and reached to mid thigh.

Finally, for 'formal' there was a knee-length dress in scarlet jersey 
that hugged her tits and ass and laced up both sides, criss-crossing six 
inches of naked skin down each side so that it was obvious to everyone 
that nobody wearing it could possibly wear anything beneath, and those 
outfits were matched with identical pairs of strappy sandals in black 
and red, with heels as high as the boots. He also chose three of the 
quarter-cup bras in red, black and white, each with a matching thong.

Finally he tossed her a bag. It contained a pair of simple white bikini 
briefs and a white cotton tee-shirt. He grinned at her.  "I had Claude 
have this made up to wear when we have company at home. Try it on." It 
reached her midriff and emblazoned across her breasts were the words _An 
E-minus intellect, but an A-plus cocksucker._

"What do you think of your knew look, Ellie?"
"I look like trailer trash. These clothes yell 'fuck me'."
He laughed. "Well, sweetie so will you, if I want you to. Now get 
dressed, and we'll go have lunch. It must be past midday and I'm 
starving."

Midday, Gabby thought. When she woke up this morning, she'd been her own 
person - or so she had believed. Yet, in less than five hours, she had 
sucked off her professor in public, willingly put a slave collar around 
her neck, spilled her guts  as she masturbated, stood without protest 
and allowed a total stranger finger her pussy idly while he carried on a 
conversation, as if she was no more than a plaything, and fucked this 
arrogant boy wildly and licked his cock clean with her tongue, totally 
regardless of the fact that people were coming and going around them. 
Now, she was dressed like a whore, her nipples nearly drilling through 
her top,  following obediently behind him as he led her into a bar. How 
the hell had this happened to her - and what new humiliations were in 
store?

***

She didn't have to wait long to find out.

The bar was full of  people, workers from nearby office buildings, most 
of them men. There were a couple of whistles and catcalls as she 
followed Neil through the tables, her hips swinging in an exaggerated 
way because of the high heels. He bought drinks for them both and guided 
her to a table right in the middle of the room, visible from all sides.

"Tell me more about this Dan," he said, "What happened next, after you 
let him fuck your sweet, tight, virgin pussy sore in the back of his 
car?" He pitched his voice to carry, and Gabby felt the eyes of the men 
on surrounding tables turn to look at them, and the volume of the 
conversation fell.

"I ... I'm not sure what you want to know ..." she answered quietly.

"Don't whisper, honey. I want to know all the details - did things carry 
on? Did he introduce you to any new pleasures? Who came next? He dropped 
his voice and murmured "Tell me ALL about it, in that nice simple ghetto 
language you were using earlier."
"Well, um... yeah, I kept seeing him, though we didn't go out for a few 
days after my birthday. I was hurting, and I couldn't face any more of 
that stuff right away, so I told him I had too much homework. But the 
next weekend, I couldn't avoid him. He picked me up at nine in the 
morning and right away drove out of town. I thought we'd just park some 
place, have a picnic or something, like usual, but he stopped at a 
motel, and booked a room. I said that I couldn't say out all night, but 
he told me  I could call my Mom later, and tell her he was driving me 
over to Carla's - my best friend - and I'd be staying there  - he said 
he'd set it all up with her. Well I wanted to talk about things, you 
know, us, but all he wanted was to ... um... you know."
"To fuck? Say it."
"Yeah, to fuck. He was pulling at my dress, saying he wanted to look at 
me properly, see me naked. he pulled so hard I thought he'd rip it, so I 
let him take it off and then my bra and panties, then stripped too and 
pulled me to the bed. He held me and kissed me, and said we were going 
to have the best day. Then he put on a rubber and lay back. I went to 
lie beside him, but he pulled me on top of him instead. He explained 
that sometimes the girl was on top, and he'd love me to try that, and I 
thought, maybe if I was on top it wouldn't hurt so much."

There was silence in the bar now, apart from her voice, and Gabby knew 
they were hanging on her every word. She'd been programmed to give full 
and completely honest answers, so she just kept talking.

"He helped me do it, telling me how to guide his cock to the opening of 
my pussy, and holding my hips and pulling me onto it, real slow, and it 
DIDN'T hurt. He pulled my ass forward, then pushed it back, showing me 
how to move, and then when I'd got the idea, he made me lean down so he 
could suck on my tits. And it was ... nice. I rocked, and he sucked and 
I got that squirmy hot feeling, and it started to build like it had when 
he licked me that time. I found that if I moved faster it felt even 
nicer, so I did, and he went deeper inside me, and suddenly I was just 
wetter than I'd ever been and I was shaking, and it felt so good. Dan 
said 'Yeah, baby, come for Danny,' and grabbed my ass, pushing up from 
the bed as I rocked down onto him, and then I was kind of bouncing on 
his cock, real hard and fast, kinda yelping and crying 'Yes!'  until he 
jerked a coupla times and stopped.  Afterwards I laid beside him, and he 
held me and started saying again how fine and tight my pussy was, and 
that I was a really great fuck. We spent the whole day dozing and then 
fucking. He put me on my knees, and had me from behind, holding onto my 
tits, then he did me missionary then I rode him again. When it started 
to get dark I called Mom while he went and got a shower, then I did too. 
He ordered pizza "

She paused and took a sip of her coke, for a moment or two, Neil gave 
her some respite then prompted "Go on."

"When I came back, he was sitting in front of the TV, and he jerked the 
towel off me, playful like, and said since we were both clean we 
shouldn't get dirty before the pizza came. Then he said "Remember, how I 
made you come with my mouth babe? " when I said "Yes," he said "Will you 
do the same thing for me?" I asked him if he meant he wanted me to give 
him a blow job, and he said yes. Somehow, it seemed only fair, so I sat 
on the floor and put my head into his lap. he showed me what to do, 
moving my head up and down, and telling me how to lick him.  He said it 
was okay that I couldn't get him all in my mouth, and that I should just 
wrap my hand round the rest of his cock. I was kind of embarrassed, but 
I really wanted to make him happy, so I just did what he said. He told 
me it might be easier if I closed my eyes, so I did, and he was right. 
It really didn't take to long, once I got the hang of what he wanted, 
and suddenly he kinda gasped and then he came ... his sperm just kinda 
spurted into my mouth. I didn't know what to do, but he said "Swallow"in 
this tight voice and yelled and jerked when I did."

"And did you like your first taste of jism, honey? I bet you did, you 
dirty little cunt."

She heard a couple of people catch their breath at that. She shrunk from 
the word internally, wishing she could protest. Instead she considered 
the question.
"I guess so, kinda.  It didn't revolt me, anyway. Well, then the pizza 
came and we ate, then went back to bed and kept on fucking. From then 
on, we did it every chance we got. School nights, because I had to be 
home early, we didn't have time to drive out of town, so he'd just pull 
down some back street so I could suck him off. Weekends though, we were 
at each other like crazed bunnies, and it might have gone on forever if 
one morning, we were at a motel and when he ran out of rubbers he was 
too lazy to go out and get more. I was napping and he rolled on top of 
me and just did me, bareback. He was already inside me when I woke, and 
I didn't even know he wasn't wearing a rubber till I felt his jism pour 
into me. I was furious. I screamed and screamed at him, and then he told 
me not to be stupid, and that it didn't matter if I got pregnant since 
he was going to marry me anyway.  I said I was just sixteen and wasn't 
going to marry anyone yet, I was gonna go to college and make something 
of my life.  He kinda went wild. He backhanded me across the face so I 
fell on the bed, and the next thing head wrapped his belt round my wrist 
and tied me to the bed."

She swallowed convulsively and took another long drink, willing Neil to 
say she'd said enough. Not a chance. _holy Christ_ he was thinking, this 
is perfect, she's going to be so fucking ashamed. And so, Gabby was 
forced to go on and recreate what had been, until now, the worst night 
of her life, one from before she'd learned the lessons of 
self-protection. One she had managed to push far, far back mind her mind 
so she could survive.

"He looked at me lying there and said  'I'm gonna put a brat in your 
belly before we leave this place, babe. I'm going to pump so many loads 
of jism into that sweet pussy you'll be leaking for a week, but some of 
it's gonna go deep enough to put my child in you, and then you'll be 
mine forever.' Then he put his hands on my thighs and spread them wide, 
and ..."

She paused, taking a long, unsteady breath.

".... and he raped me. Biting my tits and digging his fingers into my 
ass, he raped me. It was...  it hurt so much.  I screamed, struggled, 
but he seemed to like it. He just kept on tearing into my body with his 
cock, laughing, and spitting the word 'one' into my face as he came. He 
left me there, tied naked to the bed, crying,  and went out to get beer. 
When he came back, he did it again.
"He sat drinking for a while. Then he knelt over my face and put his 
cock against my lips. 'Suck it hard again,' he said.  When I shook my 
head he slapped my face, and grabbed my cheeks in his hand, squeezing 
till I opened my mouth, then shoved his cock inside. He kept on raping 
me over and over and over all night and all the next day, making me suck 
his cock, whenever he was tired, so it would stiffen and he could use it 
to rape me again.  I begged him to stop, but he just laughed and hit me, 
or sank his teeth or nails into my flesh.
"When I needed to piss, he brought a bucket to the edge of the bed, and 
said I could squat over that - it was that or wet myself and lie in it.
"Each time he shot a load inside me he counted up. It was like he'd gone 
mad."
"How many times?"
"Sixteen." there was a chorus of gasps around the room
"Shit!"
"At five on Sunday, he let me loose and told me to dress, because we 
were going home. On the way back to the city, he pulled the car over. He 
said, 'Look babe, I'm sorry. You just made me so mad I can't bear to 
hear you talk about going away.  You know I love you, I'd marry you 
tomorrow, baby.' I was so terrified of him I just nodded and said it was 
okay, I understood. He ask if I forgave him and I said yes, I even 
nodded when he asked if  I still loved him and then ... oh dear God, 
then he smiled and said,  ' I love you so much, babe'  and he took my 
hands and guided them to his zipper and he said  'I need to know you 
really do love me back. Show me, babe, show Danny you love him. You know 
how.' "

And tears rolled down her cheeks while, compelled now, as she'd been 
compelled then, she described, detail by detail to a silent attentive 
audience of maybe fifty people, how she'd bent her head into the lap of 
her rapist and kissed his cock before taking it in her mouth and how 
she'd sucked , licked and stroked him to climax then,  listening to him 
fantasizing the whole time about the life they were going to have 
together, he, her and the child he was sure he must have forced into her 
womb. It would have been bad enough to reveal all this in a close group 
of supportive friends, but as she looked around, she could see, clearly 
written on the faces more than half the men that in their minds' eye, it 
was them who had tied her to the bed and fucked her mercilessly, their 
hands on her head holding her down, their cocks filling her mouth with 
come, and they were loving every minute of her humiliation. She wanted 
to die. More than anything right now she wanted to fade into oblivion. 
She shut her eyes, dislodging more tears.

Her master's voice spoke.

"So, were you pregnant?"
"N... no. I got my period the next day. I'd have called the police, 
reported him, but how could I? Who'd have believed me?  It was the same 
motel we always went to. I was laughing as we went into the room, 
kissing him. The noise I made wasn't so different from the usual sounds 
of happy sex.  I stayed home from school and I went out and bought a 
gun. When he came by that night, I told him if he came near me again, 
I'd shoot him."
"How long was it before you took another lover?"

Fire flamed in her face, and Neil's jaw dropped as he heard her answer. 
"There's never been anyone else, not till..." HE knew that she'd been 
Doc Waters fucktoy all summer, but she didn't - she genuinely believed 
that until today, that was the last time she'd had a cock inside her.

"Till today? Wow. Four years without fucking. No wonder you came so 
hard, babe." He deliberately used the endearment that carried so much 
baggage. "You really did need to come real bad, just like you said, 
didn't you?" He had to fight to keep the grin off his face because she'd 
have to answer 'yes' because it was true, but in telling the truth, she 
was perpetuating a far greater lie.
"Y... yes." A kind of sigh went round the room, a release.

Gabby could almost hear their thoughts.

It was okay for them to picture her strapped down and spread open for 
their repeated violation when they jerked off tonight, they must be 
saying to themselves, as the frat boy said "Come over here, babe," and 
the red-headed chick went willingly to sit on his lap, because look, she 
wasn't damaged.
They didn't have to feel guilty if they imagined they were raping her as 
they fucked their fat wives, because see, now the boy was stroking her 
face, and she was smiling, and just hear how she whimpered when he ran 
playful fingertips over one of her tight nipples.

It was perfectly reasonable, when they came, for them to fantasize that 
her red curls were brushing their balls and she  was crying as she 
sucked the jism out of their cocks, because see, she really was hot for 
it the way her legs seemed to part of their own accord to let the hand 
he put on on her knee slide right on up there.

 Gabby couldn't blame them for their thoughts.  They couldn't see the 
part of her had been left unchained when Avery messed around with her 
brain cowering in a corner of her mind watching the slut she had become 
wriggle on Neil's lap, while he whispered an question her ear,  or feel 
the disgust she was feeling when he asked her in reply to his question 
she heard herself say with absolute truth "I'm more helpless today than 
I was then, you must know that. You could do anything you wanted to me, 
and I'd let you. The difference is that Danny could only hurt me when he 
took what he wanted. YOU  can take whatever you  want and make me love 
giving it - I'll even beg for you, if that would please you."
"It would please me very much, and I'm quite sure you will beg, soon 
enough. But right now, I'm hungry. Let's eat."

Yeah, he thought, he could have had her put on a show - but he decided 
against it for two reasons.

 Firstly, because he remembered how it had been when he broke his leg 
when he was a kid. For a while, the pain had been constant, then, when 
he'd healed a little it had mostly gone, except when he moved in the 
wrong way. It hurt so much more, later, contrasting with the pain-free 
normality - when it was there all the time, he'd managed to screen it 
out, so that he was barely aware of hurting. It would be a mistake to 
pile too much on her too early --  she would coarsen, become inured to 
it. She had to be allowed some semblance of normality, so that each time 
she was made to act beyond the   standards of behavior she considered 
acceptable she would suffer the same intensity of humiliation.
Second - and in many ways just as important - why bother to shit on her 
here, where there was nobody to observe it to get him credit?

***

At home in his apartment just off the park, he had her put the clothes 
in the bedroom, and strip naked, apart from the collar and boots,telling 
her she should dress like that at all times inside, unless they were 
expecting company. It was still early afternoon.

"Yes, Master."
"Now, I've got a paper to write. What about you?"
"No, Master. My work's all up to date."

For a moment, he wondered what to do with her.  He really did have to 
work - there would be little point him passing the special diploma if he 
failed his degree - and anyway, the rest of the group was in classes, or 
off somewhere. He looked around the apartment.

"Well, tidy this place up. You can make the bed, and wash my clothes. 
When you're done, there's the bathroom, then tidy, dust and vacuum this 
room and then clean the kitchen - get down on your hands and knees and 
scrub the floor, Ellie, I want it shining."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

He settled in front of the computer, while she worked around him. She 
was quicker and more efficient than the maid from the service, he 
noticed, even dressed in six-inch heels, he guessed she'd probably got 
plenty of hints from her skivvy mother, back in the ghetto. He rattled 
off a quick e-mail and canceled the service for the next fortnight, 
saying he was going out of town - why spend money he didn't have to?

When the lounge room was sparkling, she went through to the kitchen, and 
he watched her wash and stack dishes, and clean down surfaces, her naked 
flesh reflected a hundred times in the shining glass and steel. It was 
incredibly erotic to watch her body move as she performed the menial 
tasks, to see the way her breasts lifted as she reached to put away a 
cup or plate, or swung with the movement of her polishing. His cock was 
beginning to insist on some relief, and when she knelt to scrub the 
floor, the lips of her smooth pussy pouting between her slightly parted 
thighs and her ass swaying from the back and forth motion of the brush, 
it was clamoring so hard he couldn't ignore it.
He stood up from the computer, dropped his pants and boxers without 
ceremony, and went into the kitchen.

"Lift your ass, spread your legs, and beg, bitch." The order was curt, 
and he took no trouble with phrasing - a mistake.

"Please, Master, don't make me...." There was a world of entreaty in her 
tone. Neil cursed himself for allowing her so much leeway, and
"You'll do what I say. And for daring to try to resist me, you can use 
the filthiest words you know. We both know that you're gagging to have 
my cock inside you," (_We both know_ was one of the strongest implanted 
triggers, and the command would, Neil knew, be enough to have her well 
lubed for entry, and orgasmic within seconds of him penetrating her) "I 
just want to hear you tell me about it.."

"P...please, master, fuck me. Ram your hard cock into my slut's cunt, 
and use me like the nasty whore I am. Please, master, let me serve you, 
I need to serve you, so bad. Let me be your fucktoy, master. Take that 
beautiful cock and bury it in me up to the balls. Fuck me till I scream, 
and fill me full of your come."
He was too hard to wait any longer, so  he took her quickly on the wet 
floor, pressing her down into the puddle of dirty water beneath her and 
thrusting deep so that her tits slid back and forth over the slippery 
tiles with a wet, sucking sound. He grinned as her cunt spasmed, both 
the orgasm and the lustful cry that signaled it wrung from her body 
against her conscious will. He couldn't resist taunting her. "Think 
about how it feels, Ellie, to know that if I choose, you'll come 
whenever I put this cock in you, and keep coming until I tell you to 
stop. To know that I can have you wherever and whenever I want and you 
aren't only powerless to stop me, powerless even to protest, you're so 
pathetic that you can't even help loving every minute of it. Think about 
it, because later, when I invite the rest of or diploma class round, 
I'll want you to tell them what it's like to feel yourself juice up and 
ache so badly for cock that you'd ask for it in a way that would make 
the cheapest whore feel dirty."

It was seductive to have such power, he thought, to feel her cunt 
rippling along his shaft so ecstatically, despite the cruelty of what he 
was saying. There was nothing he couldn't do with her.  He could... oh 
Jesus... he slid his cock out of her cunt as the thought struck him. "I 
want you to tell them EXACTLY how it felt when I spread your cheeks like 
this and you knew that you couldn't stop coming, while you pushed your 
ass right back onto my shaft... oh god ... yes ... like that ...  that 
with each centimeter of flesh that split you ... aaaah.... you were just 
going to ... yes ... come harder and harder  ... until you felt my balls 
.... oh ... YES!

The scream of simultaneous agony and delight she gave when he wrapped 
his arms round her waist and pulled her up and back so she was sitting 
spread wide across his lap and impaled on the shaft in her tight hole 
was ear-splitting, but the most satisfying sound he'd ever heard. She 
began to buck and bounce,  when  he squeezed her right breast in one 
hand and slid three fingers of the other deep into her  cunt and told 
her to "use your ass to fuck me, bitch, show me how good it feels."

"I felt ... filthy," she would say later, reluctantly, as the ten other 
members of Avery's group sat round in silence, sipping beer, and taking 
notes. "I felt ... I still feel like I'll never be clean. I... I can't 
get out of my mind how I sounded ... gasping... moaning ... wanting to 
die ... but needing, needing so badly..."

"What did you need?" Christ Trant asked her.
"To feel him come and then ... t...to .... p...put my head into his 
l...l...lap and lick ... lick the cock that had been inside my ass. " 
She was weeping hard, head buried in her hands, consumed by shame.
"Good start, Price, impressive."
"Just make sure you're all at the State U Prom on Friday night, okay?"

He saw Gabby flinch and felt a moment of pity, but squashed it down. Her 
degradation was his ticket to the career he wanted. It was unfortunate 
but true.

And although it wasn't something he was proud of, he had to admit he was 
having a great time.