Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

I looked down at the remote, then picked it up. I eyed her lovely young body, standing there silently, almost motionless. There was no reason to press the button but the urge was overwhelming.

I pressed it.

There was little sound through the inflatable gag and zippered hood, just a low wailing shriek that I could hardly hear over the TV. Her body shook and trembled, her ass slapping furiously against the wall, her body jerking from side to side.

I eased up on the button. Gave her a minute, then pressed it again, just a short touch. A few seconds later I gave her another touch, then another I did that intermittently, usually just touching the button, but now and then holding it down for a five or ten count.

Her naked body was bathed in sweat now, and when I held the button down for a ten count she pissed herself, her urine pouring down her bound legs and onto the rug at her feet. I laughed in delight.

Break her down, then build her up.

I finally went over to her and released her shackles, first removing the ones from her ankles, then reaching up and undoing the shackles around her wrists.

She collapsed against me and I lifted her up over my shoulders and carried her downstairs. I laid her on the blanket there then slipped the thicker padded leather restraints around her ankles and wrists, forced a vibrator up her snatch then hung her from her ankles.

I locked her wrists behind her back, then unzipped the punishment hood and deflated the gag. She moaned and sobbed in relief as I pulled the gag out of her mouth. I unbuckled and unzipped the punishment hood and slipped it off her.

Her hair was soaked with sweat, as was her entire face. I slipped a blindfold over her quickly, then got some water and a straw, and pushed the straw between her parched lips. I had to yell at her several times before she sucked, but once she tasted the water she kept sucking on it, gulping the water down.

She coughed and gagged a few times, but managed to get half the cup down before I took the straw away. Then I slipped the stereo headphones over her head and strapped them in place, turned on her tape, and left. The vibrator had enough battery life to last an hour or two, then it would go silent.

I turned out the lights and went to bed, thinking of the fun I could have with my fuck toy tomorrow.

When I woke up the next morning I immediately realized my mistake. I had a hard-on, but there was no little fuck toy in the room, let alone in the bed, to take care of it. In future, I told myself, I'd keep my little fuck toy handy so it'd be available when I woke with an erection.

I shrugged and got dressed, then went downstairs to check on her. Again I realized a mistake, for Gwenny was in no shape to do anything for me. Even after I lowered her to the ground and pulled off the headphones and blindfold she was dazed and incoherent.

I slapped her face lightly but her eyes were glazed and couldn't seem to focus on anything. I had to pick her up and carry her upstairs to the second floor bathroom. There I sat her in the tub and washed her sweating, exhausted body.

I gave her water to drink, then, when she was clean, I let the water run out of the tub and turned on the shower to cold. It poured down on her as she lay there groaning. For long moments she didn't move, then she slowly raised her arms, trying to ward off the spray.

She whimpered, and half turned, trying to duck her face under her arm, moving slowly, weakly. I gave the water a couple of minutes, by which time she was huddled in a ball on the bottom of the tub shivering and trembling.

Then I turned it off and dragged her out of the tub. I dried her off, dried her hair, then, feeling I'd put my enjoyment off more than long enough, bent her over the counter and flicked her slowly, for a few minutes before pumping my load into her gash.

That done I took her downstairs, carrying her again, and set her on the floor. She still seemed kind of dazed, but I was able to get responses out of her by asking her a couple of times.

I poured milk into a bowl and set it down on the kitchen floor, then pulled her over to it and pushed her mouth down against it. She drank it slowly, not speaking, pausing often.

I had her kneel and spread her legs, then reach back and pry her buttocks apart. Then I pulled her asshole open with two fingers and stuck the slim little tool inside, hooking it into the base of the electrical thing in her and slowly turning it so it could be brought out.

When I turned it clockwise the base of the thing pulled in, then the tool locked against the base and I was able to draw the egg shaped thing slowly back out of her asshole.

I gave her two hours to sleep on the floor at my feet in front of the couch then woke her up made her crawl around the living room. I snapped the two nipple clamps on, producing not much more than a weak sob and whimper. Then hung two sixteen-ounce weights from the clips and made her crawl all over the living room, dining room and kitchen, then out into the back yard.

Her titties hung down low as the weights swung from side to side, but though it must have hurt she didn't complain.

I led her back into the house and gave her some more milk, then got a scrub brush, filled a pail with hot water and soap and set it down beside her.

"Clean the kitchen floor, slut. When you're done, clean the bathrooms, all of them, the floors, tub, and toilets. Don't get off your knees. Understand?"

I slapped her ass and she whimpered.

"Understand?"

"Yes, Michael," she gulped.

"Good slut. Maybe I'll let you have something to eat if you do a good job."

I left her to her scrubbing and went out to the living room to watch TV.

She crawled out after a while, passing me without saying a word and crawling slowly up the stairs. I grinned at the sight then returned to my TV shows.

I still didn't have much else to do, but I was thinking about Gwen, and what a great little fuck toy I was turning her into. I wondered how many other men would love to have fuck toys like Gwen, and how much they'd be willing to pay to get them.

Hell, it was sure easy work, and fun too. I really got off showing a hot assed slut like Gwen her place in life. And there were so many tight assed little teen sluts around, a never-ending supply of them.

The trick wouldn't be getting them, or even training them. The trick would be to find the customers. I sure couldn't advertise for them.

Well, I'd give that some more thought. After a while Gwen, crawled down the stairs and over in front of me.

"You finished?"

"Yes, Michael," she said, dull-eyed.

"I'll inspect them then. They better be clean, slut."

I stood up and walked her into the kitchen, then looked around at the floor. I examined the baseboards, and grinned.

"Here, slut."

She crawled over beside me and I pointed at the dirt down at the edge of the baseboard, right where it met the floor.

"You call that clean?"

She just looked at it.

"Clean it."

She started to turn and I grabbed her hair, making her cry out in pain.

"With your tongue, fuck meat. Stick your tongue down there and slide it along the crack. Clean it off with your tongue."

She moaned and tried to back away, but I pushed her face down against it.

"Do it or I'll stick the egg back in your ass and make it go off again."

"No! Please!" she gasped.

"Then do it."

She lowered her face, a tear trickling down her cheek as she licked along the baseboard, her little pink tongue sliding along the dirty crack and scooping dirt out.

"That's a good dog," I said, petting her head. I led her upstairs then and into the first bathroom. There I made her lick along the bottom of the tub, then along the bottom of the toilet. She really didn't want to do that, but a few hard squeezes on her tits and a few slaps to the face convinced her.