2003-08-17 - 3:36 p.m.
Another fantasy. I got inspired to this one by some story I read online a while back, about some place that had sex slaves, and there was a room of teenage girls kept restrained and constantly teased. In that story there were a lot of girls in one room, and occasionally one of them would get fucked/be allowed to cum while the others enviously watched. That turned me on, but I took the basic thought and ran with it a little differently, as you'll see.
How old is 'she'? I never say. As old as you wish. In my mind, she's a teenager. I was (VERY) sexually active as a teenager, so that seems fairly normal to me. I remember being so horny at 16 that I masturbated 10 times in a day. So, that's how old I think 'she' is.
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She is a captive. She is bound to a special table with her legs spread and her hands helpless, and kept in a room designed to keep her in torment.
Not with pain or cruelty, exactly. And yet, both of these things, in the ruthless application of pleasure.
Her pussy is continually moist. She is given drugs to promote her libido, and the only thing she can do to pass the time is watch the TV screens with their constant stream of pornography. Images of fucking and sucking. Big meaty cocks spurting pearly cum. Eager mouths sucking and lapping and licking. Cocks plunging into holes with tireless abandon. Legs spreading and trembling and wrapping around backs. Buttocks tightening and relaxing again and again.
And then, of course, there is the therapy.
Many times a day, someone will enter the room and begin to pleasure her. He or she will pull up a rolling stool between her legs and begin to delicately lap at the swollen flesh of her cunt until she screams with longing... They pleasure her, carefully gauging her response to stop just short of orgasm, at which point they get up and leave the room, leave her alone and suffering with lust. Or another of them will spank her pussy with his hand and then stop and do other things around the room, shuffling papers and making notes while she trembles and tingles and aches.
She cries out, babbles in delirium. Pleads, demands, shrieks, begs for release. No one answers.
She must return slowly to the constant simmer at which they keep her, staring with glazed eyes at the screens... where everyone finds satisfaction. Everyone but her.
Until the door opens again and the next tormentor leans down between her legs and whips her up to frenzy again... tongue tip prodding and laving her clit enough to make it throb, then moving away to slurp at the juices that continually flow from her slit.
"Please," she blurts out, voice ragged with tears. "Please let me cum!"
Always the same answer.
"The tongue can only rouse you. Fingers can only tease you. But only master's cock can give you relief."
She cries, real sobs of despair, hoping in her sincerity to move the heart of her tormentor. To no avail. The tongue returns to her aching, swollen clit, slowly and leisurely flicking at it as the gloved hands' thumbs hold her outer labia wide apart.
But just as she rises again, trembling, toward the peak, the tongue stops, leaving her throbbing and whimpering and pushing her throbbing pussy at cold empty air. The door snicks shut as she cries and curses and whines. Juices drip as she burns. Only the people on the TV are allowed to cum. She must burn, trembling. Only Master's cock can make her cum. She thinks about that, looking carefully at every one of the cocks on the screens.
Which one is Master's cock?
From then on in her therapy sessions she cries out for it. "Please, please, Master's cock, where is Master's cock...? Are you my Master? oh please, where is my Master, I need Master's cock to make me cum...."
Still they tease her and then leave her to suffer, while she mews and cries for Master, scarcely able to seem to notice the therapists as inividuals anymore. The TVs, as well, may as well not be on, her eyes seem blind to them now. None of those are Master.
Outside the room, the therapists confer.
"She is ready for claiming. At the peak of ripeness. Where is the Lord?"
"I don't know! We have sent messages -- received no reply -- "
"This cannot go on another day, she's too sensitive, she'll go mad and be ruined for claiming if she's not claimed IMMEDIATELY!"
The girl in the room is not your average slave. She is a captive, the beautiful daughter of a powerful house, and ruinously expensive to their Lord and to them, should such expensive property go to waste in their care, even if it IS the Lord's fault for not being in contact when she was so close to ripe.
*The tongue can only rouse you. Fingers can only tease you. But only master's cock can give you relief.*
"Master," she cries to the empty room. "Please Master... please..."
But the Lord does not come back. The therapy goes on. She suffers, unclaimed.
Then she is left alone, for a long, long time. There are strange noises beyond the door. The TV screens go out.
"Master?" she cries.
The door opens at last. A man's shape in the doorway.
"Master!"
He must be Master. He can only be Master.
"Please, Master," she gasps, "please give me relief, please use your cock, please!"
A gasp from the man. He hesitates, then comes in to look down into her face.
"Don't you recognize me?" he asks.
"You're my Master!" She strains at her bonds, not for escape, but in a blind attempt to reach him.
"But don't you know who I -- "
"MASTER, please!!" She writhes uncontrollably."It hurts, Master! I *need*! It hurts! Please use your cock, PLEASE!"
There is feverish hysteria in her voice and eyes, and her skin is pale. She has been tortured -- with the things they've done to her, she needs to be claimed in order for the torment to cease. The man who had intended to claim her is dead now, and this man, who came here to rescue her, is her father.
"Master's cock," she moans. "Please..."
There's no one else to do it. He came here alone; in any case there is no one he would give his precious daughter in slavery to... for slave she will be. She doesn't even recognize him.
"Master is here," he says to her, and unfastens his clothes. He steps up between her imprisoned legs, to her ripe swollen cunt, spread and gleaming with hungry juices. "Master's cock will make you cum now." She is breathing in sobbing gasps. There is no indication that she hears him.
His cock is throbbing-hard and weeping with its own juices at the sight and scent of her. After a deep breath, he steps close and rubs the tip of his cock against her fat, swollen clit. Tiny circles... even pressure.
"Oh," she cries out suddenly, querulously. "m-Master...?" Her toes are flexing. Juices drip from her cunt as he stimulates her.
"Master is here," he pants. "Master's cock will make you cum. Cum for Master."
Rub, rub, rub, shiny swollen cock on shiny swollen clit. Slick juicy sounds. She is crying out with question marks, "uh? uh? uh?" scarcely able to believe it. It is like that frustrating moment when you have been holding in a full bladder of pee for so long that when you finally are able to go, you cannot release it -- your muscles are still clenched, unable to quite believe that it's finally OK.
"Master's cock," she sobs. "Uh? uh? Master -- "
"Cum for Master. Master is rubbing your pussy with his cock. It's time to cum now, slave. Cum for your Master."
"Master," she wails, tears running freely down her face as her legs start to tremble. "Oh, Master," as the head of his cock rubs her throbbing clit past the threshold where they always abandon her. "My Master," Bright eyed now, but still not recognizing him as she should. She sees only Master.
"Oh," she whispers. Rub, rub, rub... so wet it's like a licking tongue, but big and stiff and blunt. And the most important difference -- it does not stop. "Master. Oh -- YES."
Then she screams, convulses, and it undoes him -- his cock leaps and spatters cum all over her spread, bare, wet cunt even as the vaginal muscles visibly contract in pulses of agonized pleasure.
"MASTERRR..." Hot droplets of his thick white cream dribble down, joining the juicy stain underneath her. Eyes closed, she murmurs and coos in shivering, idiot bliss. Master. At last. Master.
She has been claimed. There's no going back.
Only Master's cock can give her relief. Ever.