With a trembling hand, I knocked twice, and then the door opened almost instantly.

Peter was standing behind it, smiling nervously, and then he motioned for me to enter quickly.

I did as he said, almost jumping from fright as he slammed the door behind me, and then I looked around the room. It was almost identical to ours, except for the big, queen-sized bed in the middle.

I was afraid, and suddenly it all became too much for me. But before I could do anything, Peter stopped behind me and he rested his hands on my shoulders. I could feel his breath on my neck and the heath from his body on my back.

"You are so beautiful, Sarah." he whispered into my ears, and as he did I started shivering and everything in my mind faded away.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I asked him shyly.

He nodded quickly and then he let me go. With trembling knees, I made my way into the bathroom and then I locked the door behind me.

Once I was safely inside, I first peed and then I washed on the bidet. Then I stopped in front of the mirror and I combed my hair as best as I could. His toothbrush was there, so I borrowed it and I brushed my teeth quickly, terrified I would have bad breath.

After that I stopped, grabbing the sink as I looked at my reflection.

It didn't take me long to realize I was stalling, so after taking a deep breath I unlocked the door and I came outside.

The lights were off, and I could hear someone playing guitar through the open windows.

Peter was sitting on the bed as he waited for me. He seemed both nervous and excited, and then he looked at me with a smile.

Then he took one of my hands and he pulled me towards him until I was standing between his legs.

Then he looked into my eyes, suddenly unsure and then he sighed softly.

"Are you sure?" he asked me a moment later.

I was terrified and unable to talk, I simply nodded, full of false bravado.

The moment I did, Peter buried his face into my neck once again and he started sucking and biting my neck once more. As he did, all I could do was hold onto his head as I ran my fingers along his hair while I moaned softly.

Suddenly I realized I could feel his cock, already hard, pocking at my legs, and the idea was incredibly arousing. I had done that, he was hard because of me, I told myself proudly.

A moment later, he got up and he pulled my clothes off. I still had my underwear on, but I couldn't stop myself from trembling.

Peter didn't seem to mind, as a moment later he took a step back and his eyes roamed all over my body before he gasped softly.

"You really are beautiful, Sarah." he said, his voice full of lust.

A moment later he took off his shirt and then he pulled his pants down. He was wearing black briefs under them, though even in the relative darkness of the room, I could see the shape of his cock pointing towards me.

With trembling hands, I touched his erection and then I started caressing it over the fabric. Peter closed his eyes and he started moaning, but a moment later he grabbed my hand and he pulled it away.

"You first." he said, and before I could react he pushed me back until I bumped into the bed, and then I fell onto it.

A moment later he climbed on top of me and he started dragging me higher up the bed, until my head was resting on a pillow, and then his hands started roaming all over my body. First on my breasts, only for them to go down onto my belly, my thighs, and then between my legs.

I could hear myself moaning as his fingers danced softly over the fabric of my panties, and then he stopped for a second, and when I opened my eyes he was looking at me.

"This are awfully wet." he said mockingly as I felt my face burning.

Then he simply slipped his fingers over the elastic band around my waist and he pulled them off with ease.

Suddenly I was naked, and as he towered above me his eyes moved between my eyes as he looked at my pussy.

I was terrified he was going to say something about it, but he simply moved back, and then he lowered himself between my legs before his tongue started lapping at my pubis.

Gasping loudly, I tried my best to push him away as the sensation became too much for me to bear, but he simply pushed my hands away and he continued, moving his mouth lower and lower before he pulled my legs apart and he started lapping at my pussy.

"Nooo... please..." I heard myself moaning, but he didn't seem to notice.

Instead, I felt his tongue moving deeper between my lips and my clit as I did my best to resist.

It only lasted for a moment, but while it did I could feel my whole body shivering as the sensation made me feel like I was being eaten alive.

Before I could lose control, though, Peter moved away and he knelt in front of me. His face, now wet with my juices, filled with a smile, and then pulled my bra off, leaving me completely naked.

It was the first time I was naked in front of a man, I suddenly realized.

"Sorry." I mumbled a moment later, and when I did he looked back at me, clearly confused.

"What for?" he asked me as he looked into my eyes.

"My... my breasts, they are small." I said shyly as I looked away.

I was afraid he was going to laugh at me, but instead, he lowered himself over them and he started licking my breasts one at a time as I squirmed under him. Like before, he soon started sucking and then biting them, though he was very soft.

Then he pulled back, and he looked at me once again.

"Did you like that?" he asked confidently.

Unable to speak, I simply nodded as I felt my body burning with lust.

"Then they are neither small nor big, they are yours and perfectly sized." he said, making me blush.

He stopped for a moment, and then he rose, but only to take his underwear off. And when he did, my eyes were drawn to his cock and I became terrified once again.

He was too big, I thought in panic, and suddenly the image of him forcing it into me filled my mind. I could imagine it splitting me open until I started bleeding and the idea was terrifying.

He must have realized my fear, as a moment later he frowned, and his face filled with concern.

"Is... Sarah, is... is this your first time?" he asked me a moment later.

Feeling ashamed, I nodded once, and then I closed my eyes, fearing he would get angry.

But instead, he sighed softly and then I felt his hand tenderly caressing my belly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me a moment later.

And as he did, that fear became anger, and I opened my eyes to look at him.

"Please, don't ask me that again." I said, my voice full of anger.

And when I did, he stopped and looked at me with doubt in his eyes.

"Please." I added a moment later, though this time my voice was much softer.

I had played with myself plenty of times, and I had a couple of boyfriends in the past, of course.

I had even given a hand job in the school bathroom to one of them. He had cummed in less than a minute, covering my hand in his cum before he pulled his pants back up, and then he left.

I later found out he had told his friends almost the moment he left.

I was left feeling used and humiliated, and after we broke up I never dated again for fear that someone would betray me again.

But Peter wasn't like that, I told myself as I tried to gather my courage. Instead of looking angry, he looked at me tenderly and with kindness. He nodded once, and then he started caressing me again until I managed to relax once more.

Then he looked into my eyes, and though he seemed to be doubting himself, he nodded towards me, and then he grabbed his cock. I watched him moving forwards once more, and without having to be told, I opened up my legs and I looked into his eyes, just as I felt the tip of his cock brushing my pussy.

"Relax..." he told me a moment later, as I felt myself trembling in anticipation.

A moment later he moved forwards and the tip moved into me, spreading me open as I gritted my teeth. It wasn't that painful, not really, but the sensation was deeply uncomfortable at first.

Peter, though, stopped often as he looked tenderly into my eyes. Then he started moving his hips in short, slow thrusts. It gave me time to get used to the sensation, and for my pussy to relax so he could push deeper.

With every thrust, I felt his cock digging deeper and deeper into me until I felt his cock filling my body so much I feared I would simply explode. Then, just as quickly, I felt his hips crashing against my ass and when I looked down his cock had completely disappeared into my body.

"Does it hurt?" he asked me, his voice filled with concern.

Unable to talk, I simply shook my head, and then I embraced him as he started pumping his cock into me, slowly at first and then faster and faster as we both started moaning in lust.

Lost in the sensation, I closed my eyes and I let my body melt as his thrust pushed me higher and higher on the bed. It was all that I had imagined and then some.

Slowly at first, so slowly that I didn't even realize it was happening, I felt a burning sensation growing in my belly. It slowly expanded from there onto the rest of my body until I felt myself burning from within.

Desperate, I wrapped his arms around his back as he continued fucking me as I held onto him.

"Can you cum?" he suddenly asked me, his voice hoarse and desperate.

And as he did, I opened up my eyes and I tried to come up with an answer. I couldn't, though, and the more I tried to think about it the more desperate I became.

Defeated, I shook my head and then I pulled myself tight against him.

"I... I don't... don't... know..." I muttered in between his thrusts.

Peter looked into my eyes and then he nodded. A moment later he pushed me down onto the bed and then his hand moved between my legs.

"Let me help." he said as he smiled at me.

And as he did, I felt his hands moving between me until it found my clit, and then he started playing with it. His calloused hand felt incredibly rough over it, but despite that, or maybe even because of that, I suddenly gasped as I felt the air leaving my lungs.

A bright flash of light exploded in front of me, leaving me blind, and then my whole body tensed in an instant as every muscle pulled at the same time. It was agonizing, but under it, I felt myself squirming on the bed as my mind flooded with pleasure.

Fearing I would lose my mind, I tried to resist, but it was useless, and not long the sensation started to fade away, leaving me gasping for more.

When I managed to open my eyes I saw Peter's face, hanging inches above me. He was smiling sweetly and as he continued pumping his cock into me, I felt the last of my orgasm fade away.

Soon, though, my body started to feel like it was burning and his touch, no matter how soft it was, felt like fire.

"You came." he said a moment later, and all I could do was nod shyly. "It's my turn."

And just like that, he pulled out of me and he grabbed his cock before he started masturbating furiously.

With a low, guttural scream that filled me with fear, he aimed his cock at my pubis just as the first jet of cum exploded out of it. A second followed a moment later, and then a third and a fourth. The last one came a few seconds later, and all I could do was watch.

Lifting my head, I watched my pubis and my belly covered in his cum. It was thick and white, and to me, it looked like a mark. His mark, telling me that I was his. As I watched, it slipped down between my legs and over my pussy, sending shivers down my back.

Suddenly exhausted, I dropped onto the bed as Peter watched me from above, still holding his cock.

"That was..." he said as he tried to catch his breath and then he dropped onto the bed next to me.

Suddenly, I was overcome with the need to hug him, to feel his body pressed against mine. A moment later I rolled onto my side, slipped my arm under his neck and I hugged him, burying my head under his.

I was happy, filled with a feeling of bliss so powerful that it was scary, and as I cuddled against him, all I could think of was how much I wanted that moment to last forever.

As I listened to his heart, beating quickly inside of my chest, I felt myself drifting away into darkness until I was gone.

----

When I woke up, I felt tired and disoriented. Peter was laying next to me, and it was only then that I remembered what had happened and I realized that I was still completely naked.

Suddenly ashamed, I pulled on the bed sheets to cover myself, and then I looked at him as I felt my face blushing.

"Hey." he said a moment later as he smiled warmly.

Unable to talk, I smiled back as my face became even redder, and then I bit my lips, not really sure what to do.

"As much as I would love for you to stay the whole night with me, I fear that would be a bad idea." he said a moment later as caressed my face.

"Why don't you take a shower and go back to your room before your dad wakes up?" he added a moment later.

And though I really didn't want to, I knew he was right.

Before I did, though, I lunged towards him and I kissed him. This time, he kissed me back and as our tongues swirled together I felt my body becoming hotter and hotter until we pulled back and I was left panting and burning with arousal.

Peter, though, looked at me with an annoyed smile, and then he got out of the bed.

He was still naked, and his cock, now soft, hung between his testicles. The sight of it made me blush, but he didn't seem too concerned about his nudity.

I was all new to me, though, and the idea of being naked in front of him was still scary, so I wrapped the bed sheets around me, and then I ran into the bathroom for a quick shower. After drying myself with one of his towels, I found all of my clothes and I returned to the bathroom to get dressed.

Once I was ready, we stood by the door for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes until he leaned down and he kissed me. He was almost two heads taller than me, and I had to stand on the tip of my toes just to reach him, but it didn't matter.

It was just a quick kiss on his lips this time, but it left me panting and out of breath.

Once I was out, I looked around just to make sure I was alone and then I headed to my room. I was practically jumping with excitement, and once inside, I found that my dad was sleeping deeply.

I changed quickly and then slipped into my bed, wishing I could feel Peter against me.

----

The next morning it was my dad who woke me up. I was tired and groggy, and for a moment I almost called him Peter, though luckily I didn't, as that would have been very hard to explain.

I had been dreaming of him, we were in bed like before, and I was trying to give him a blowjob but it was only then that I realized I had no idea how.

Swallowing nervously, I pushed the memory of my dream away and I looked at my dad with a smile.

My dad was looking much better, and though he still looked a little pale, he could walk and move without too much pain.

Our flight back was in a few hours, so after I washed my face, we made our way downstairs and had breakfast. I tried to find Peter, as I wanted to see him before we left, but he was nowhere to be seen, and that worried me.

In all the excitement, it never occurred to me that I didn't have his number or any other way to contact him.

Once we finished eating, my dad went back to the room to shower and start packing, and after telling him I would be there in a few minutes, I headed towards Peter's room.

Once I got there the room was being cleaned and the maid told me he had already checked out. Feeling desperate, I headed to the reception and asked if they had seen him.

Devastated, I listened as they explained that his flight had been changed and that he had already left for the airport. Fearing they would start asking questions if I asked for his number, I thanked them and then went into my room.

He had left without saying goodbye, I thought over and over again as I rode the elevator.

He had used me, just like the other boys, and then he was gone.

Suddenly I started crying, so instead of going back to my room I made my way back down and I hid under a tree in the hotel's garden. There weren't many people around, and thankfully they all left me alone, something I was thankful for.

Still, I knew I didn't have much time before my dad started worrying, so after washing my face, I made my way into the room and I angrily packed everything into my backpack as my dad looked in confusion.

The flight home was long and we had a four-hour layover in the middle. I didn't say a word, even though I wanted to explain to my dad that it wasn't with him. I simply couldn't.

Once we got home, I unpacked, dropped my clothes in the washing machine, changed my bedsheets and then I cleaned my room.

I was just keeping myself busy, of course, but the problem was that I still had a long way to go before I went back to school, and that idea filled me with sadness.

----

As I feared, the next week dragged on horribly slow. I didn't have much to do. I didn't want to spend all day on the computer, so instead, I cleaned early in the morning and then went walking around the town, sometimes for hours.

I liked walking, it helped me clear my mind, I thought.

Still, it was becoming increasingly hard to focus, and my dad was starting to notice.

He worked from home, though from time to time he had to fly to Houston or Los Angeles for meetings and things like that. It meant that he was either all day at home, or that he disappeared for days at a time.

I tried not to think about what had happened, and when I did, I told myself that he just didn't have time to come by and say goodbye, especially since my dad would be there.

It helped, but not much. I wasn't angry with him anymore at least, but I was still depressed that I wouldn't see him again.

For a moment, the idea of asking my dad for his contact crossed my mind, but I had no way to explain why I wanted to contact his long-lost friend. Besides, if they hadn't talked in 15 years, he probably didn't have his number anymore, and if he did, Peter had probably changed it.

I also tried to find him on Facebook but I couldn't, and his name gave up to many results on Google.

As the days dragged on and on, I fell into a routine, until one day something unexpected happened.

It was late at night and we had already finished dinner. I was in bed, just watching Netflix when I heard the front door opening and then deep male laughter coming from below.

More curious than afraid, I made my way down the stairs, and then I froze.

"Hey Sarah, how are you doing?" Peter said as he looked at me.

It was then that I realized I was wearing pink shorts, and a pink t-shirt that read "SWEET PEA" in big bold letters, and suddenly all I wanted was to run upstairs and hide.

I managed not to run, though, but I could feel my face burning in shame as Peter smiled warmly.

"Hey." I said as I tried to act calm.

My dad, completely oblivious, looked at me, and then he shook his head.

"Sweet pea." he said drawing my attention. "Go back to your room, this is an grownups night, okay?"

I wanted to complain, to say something, but I realized pretty quickly that it would have been a bad idea. Instead, I nodded slowly, and then I looked at Peter one more time.

"Bye." I said as I felt my legs trembling.

Despite that, I ran into my room, and once inside I locked the door before I dropped myself onto the floor and I pressed my ear against it.

I could only hear mumbles and laughter, but it didn't matter. Peter was here, I told myself over and over as I rolled onto the floor full of happiness and excitement.

He stayed well past midnight, just talking and laughing with my dad, and then the house became silent and the front door opened and closed.

I rushed towards my window, just in time to see him stopping next to the mailbox. The lights in my room were off, but he looked towards me, and even from a distance I could see him smiling.

Then he took out something from his pocket and he placed it inside the box before he got in his car and he drove away.

My dad was still up, and I would have no way to explain what I was doing outside so late, so I had to wait until he went to sleep before I did anything.

After he went into his bedroom, I waited for half an hour, and then I made my way out of my room moving carefully.

I could hear him snoring even through the closed door, though. Feeling a little safer, I left the house through the back, and I made my way around towards the front, and then I opened the mailbox.

It was empty, except for a small slip of paper. I grabbed it and then I ran back into my room, happy to hear my dad was still snoring.

Once I had locked my door, I opened the paper and in there I found a phone number and a little heart.

Nervous and excited, I added his number to my phone and then I sent him a message.

"Hey." I wrote nervously before I waited for an answer.

Luckily, a moment later the checkmark under the message turned blue and my heart skipped a beat.

"Hey sweet pea!" he wrote back making me laugh out loud as my face turned red.

"Don't call me that! Only my dad calls me sweet pea, please!" I said, even though I felt giddy when he said it.

"Okay, okay... no more sweet pea." he wrote back. "What do I call you then?"

I thought about it for a moment but didn't have an answer, so I just sent him a shrugging emoji and I waited as I laid on my bed.

"About what happened... I am sorry, Sarah, I truly am. They bumped me to an earlier flight I had to leave early, I tried to leave you a message but I feared your dad would find it first and that would have been bad..." he wrote a moment later.

Hearing him say it made me feel dizzy, and suddenly I could feel a few tears streaming down my face as I remembered the feeling of his body pressed against mine.

We spent the next hour just chatting until he finally said he had to go to sleep. Disappointed, but not wanting to appear needy, I told him we could chat again in the morning, but he had other plans.

"I was talking to your dad, he has a flight tomorrow afternoon and he won't be back for a couple of days. What do you say if I say I can pick you up after 5 and you can come to my place. Maybe spend the night together?" he wrote a moment later.

I could hardly contain my excitement as I read his message, and I had to wait a full minute before I could answer.

"Yeah, that sounds cool." I said, trying to hide my excitement.

"Just cool? I was expecting an awesome, or something like that. I might have to work on my plans a bit more then." he added a moment later.

Laughing out loud, I held my phone to my chest, and then I told him good night, knowing there was no way I was going to get any sleep that night.

----

In the end, I did manage to sleep again, but when I woke up I was still tired and I could barely keep my eyes open.

After a shower and a late breakfast, my dad told me that he had to leave for a few days.

I tried to act surprised, of course, and after asking him how long he thought he would be gone, I started to count the hours until Peter picked me up.

By the time my dad's Uber picked him up I had everything planned inside my head. I had a backpack with some clothes, the least childish ones I owned and I had already changed into a black summer dress that I had, along with some black canvas shoes. I hoped Peter would like them, I thought as I looked at my reflection.

At five, though, I got a message from Peter. He was sending an Uber, he said, and not a minute later, a car stopped outside.

After checking everything one last time, I locked the house and then I got in. The driver looked at me for a moment and then he drove away, and after half an hour, he stopped in front of another house.

This one was a little bigger than ours, and the front was covered in trees and bushes, so many of them that you could hardly see the house from the street.

I didn't have to pay, so I got off, grabbed my backpack, and then I waited for the driver to leave.

Once I was alone, I looked around, but the street was empty, and before anyone could see me, I ran towards the front door and I knocked twice.

Peter opened the door a moment later, wearing grey shorts and a loose white shirt. He looked gorgeous, and for a moment I just stood there, breathless.

Once inside, though, he took my backpack and after hanging it by the door, he gave me a tour of the house, starting from the back harden.

A tall, wooden fence ran along the whole area, blocking all the houses around it. Like the front, it was completely overgrown with plants and flowers of all colors.

The inside of the house was equally beautiful, with big open rooms full of light, a very spacious kitchen, a dining room with a big round table big enough for a lot of people, and next to it a living room with a big couch, a couple of armchairs and plenty of space.

Lastly, we headed upstairs, and he showed me the three rooms and two bathrooms, ending on the main bedroom, where he slept.

In the center, there was a huge bed, much bigger than the one in the hotel, and as I walked around it, Peter watched me from the door with a big smile on his face.

And as he did, I trembled softly as excitement started bubbling inside of me.

Before I could go much further, though, Peter walked towards and once he was towering in front of me, he slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and he pulled it down until it fell around my feet.

I gasped in shock, thankful I was still wearing my underwear. Then I saw him licking his lips hungrily before he picked me up from the floor with ease and he carried me to the bed.

A moment later his hands started roaming all over me as he took bites from my breast, my thighs, my neck, and my pubis. This time there was an urgency in the way he touched me that was both arousing and terrifying at the same time.

After he undressed, he slipped my panties off, and then he pushed himself in me in one swift push. Unable to escape, I gasped in agony as I felt his cock stretching my pussy, but the pain disappeared a moment later, leaving behind a dull burning sensation that would only grow even stronger as he started fucking me.

Trapped under him, all I could do was endure as his thrust pushed me against the headboard, all while I moaned desperately.

I was burning from within, desperate to cum once more, and as I dragged my fingernails over his back I finally did.

The world around me exploded in an instant and then I heard myself screaming hoarsely into the air as I collapsed weakly under his body. It was too much, though, and I felt I would go crazy, that it would never stop and I would be consumed by the fire within me, and when I couldn't breathe I started panicking.

When it finally ended, though, I managed to open my eyes and Peter's face was hanging above me.

He was covered in sweat, and as he kept pumping his cock into me, he stopped for a second, and then he slipped on a condom before he pushed himself into me once more.

A moment later he closed his eyes and he grunted wildly as I could feel his cock spasming inside of me.

A part of me was sad he was wearing a condom. His cock felt different, more distant, but another one, a more sane version of me, was glad he had as I wasn't ready to get pregnant.

After taking a long breath, he pulled out of me once more, and then he looked between my legs.

My pussy felt sore and sticky, and as I ran my hands over his chest I sighed happily.

I spent the next two days with him, and though we had sex almost constantly, not everything was perfect.

Like in my dream, I soon realized I didn't know how to give him a blowjob, and though I didn't dare to admit it, it became obvious when he asked me for one, and I didn't know what to do.

He wasn't angry and neither did he made me feel ashamed because of that, though, and instead, he showed me a few videos of girls giving blowjobs and he gave me a few tips on what he liked and what he didn't.

It wasn't easy, especially since at the beginning my jaw would start aching after a while, but I soon got used to it. I really wanted to be good at it, as he told me it was something he really enjoyed, and though at first I wasn't great, I always insisted on blowing him before we had sex and after some practice, I started to get the hang of it.

By the time my dad was about to return I didn't want to leave, as I was just too happy with him. When we were not having sex, we had spent our time watching movies, cooking, or eating, as if we were a couple.

It felt great, and sometimes I found myself just looking at him as my stomach turned inside of me.

Leaving him was hard, but he told me it was just temporary and I reluctantly agreed.

When I got back home I didn't have much time, though, but I had been thinking about the problem of hiding my absence from my dad since the beginning.

I cleaned everything, took out the trash, changed the bedsheets, and did the laundry. I also cooked a few meals, leaving them in the fridge as leftovers.

I then walked around the house, checking on the few plants we had inside and making sure they were in good shape, and generally trying to look for anything that might give me away.

When my dad got back, though, I waited for him nervously by the door and once inside he hugged me and he ruffled my hair before he went straight into his room, saying he was exhausted.

He slept like a log until the next day and when he woke up he started talking about his job and what the plans were for next week, completely oblivious to the fact that I had been gone for two days.

His next trip was on Tuesday, he told me, so I only had to wait three days to see Peter again. It wasn't going to be that hard, I told myself.

But I was very wrong about that. By the second day, I was just about really to pull my hair out, and all I could think was going back to him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tuesday came and my dad left. Like before, Peter sent an Uber to pick me up and when I got there I spent the next few days with him.

When I was with him I felt pure bliss, and time seemed to fly so fast that I became dizzy. We soon fell into a rhythm, where we would spend our time talking outside in the garden, watching movies, cooking together, and sometimes we would even go outside at night and just watch the stars in silence as we drank beer.

Cooking was something I came to enjoy, despite my reluctance at first. I could live on hot dogs and mac and cheese, but Peter insisted we should eat "real food" as he put it. So when it came time to eat, we would go to the kitchen and he would make all these elaborate meals that I had to admit were delicious.

Sometimes I simply watched him, while others I helped him with some tasks like chopping and cleaning, but in reality, he did most of the work.

I didn't mind, though, as I had never eaten so well in my life. Some of my favorites were rosemary lamb chops with baked potatoes, mushroom risotto, shrimps and cream pasta, and for dessert, a chocolate soufflé that had molten chocolate on the center.

We also had a lot of sex, several times a day at least, and slowly, he started introducing new stuff for me to try.

The first was anal sex, which was scary at the beginning. But Peter went slowly, using a small dildo first before he thought I was ready for his cock. The first time we tried I was very nervous, though, and we first had normal sex. Only when he thought I was sufficiently aroused, he started pushing himself into my asshole.

The sensation was deeply uncomfortable but not really all that painful after I got used to it. That time it was only for a minute, and just the tip, though the next time he managed to push himself all the way into me before he started fucking me. Trapped under him, I could feel his hips slamming against my ass with every thrust as I moaned loudly.

I hadn't thought of it, but he could cum in my ass without a condom, and the first time he did the sensation was incredibly arousing. I could feel his cum splashing inside of me as I shivered in lust, and though I didn't get to cum that time, I didn't care.

After he pulled out, I could feel my asshole gaping open, an incredibly strange sensation, and soon after, his cum started dribbling out of me and onto the bed as I tried to catch my breath.

Anal sex wasn't the only thing he tried to introduce me to, though.

Sometimes, when we were laying in bed just resting after having sex, he would show me deepthroating videos. I knew what it was, but I had obviously never tried it and the idea was terrifying.

It looked incredibly uncomfortable and even painful for the girls on the videos, and in a few, I could even see them puking when it became too much for them.

I asked him why he wanted me to try that, but his answer was that he thought it was very hot.

I refused to try it, though, at least at first, but he continued insisting, and from time to time when I was blowing him, he would grab my head and push his cock deep against the back of my mouth until I started gagging.

In the end, I decided to at least give it a try, even though I was still scared.

Peter suggested we tried it while I laid on the bed, facing up, and with my head hanging from the edge. It would make it easier for my throat to adjust to his cock, he told me.

Reluctantly, I did as he said, hanging my head from the edge as he stood above me. He was smiling, obviously excited, and in his hand he held his cock. He had told me what to expect, and at first he went slowly.

Once I had his cock in my mouth I started blowing him, just like I usually did. The position made it more difficult for me to move, but he was rocking his hips in short, slow thrusts, which kind of meant the same for me, except I had way less control.

We stayed like that for a while as I tried my best to please him with my mouth, and then he started pushing deeper and deeper. Soon I could feel the tip of his cock in the back of my mouth and I started gagging.

It wasn't too much at first, and I managed to hold on, but it was a pretty uncomfortable sensation.

Luckily for me, he then pulled out, letting me recover as I took a long, deep breath.

When he returned, he started pushing once more until the tip of his cock popped into my throat. It was far from comfortable, but at least it wasn't painful.

Slowly, he moved a little deeper, and then he started rocking his hips as he slowly fucked my throat. I did my best to stay still, though from time to time I could feel my spit dripping out of my mouth and down my face.

Peter, though, was moaning loudly above me as he pushed deeper and deeper, until suddenly I could feel my lips wrapping around the base of his cock while his balls pressed onto my face.

I was almost thrilled at the idea of being able to swallow him whole, but then I lost my concentration and disaster happened.

In his excitement, he pushed just a little too hard, and suddenly I started choking hard. My stomach twisted painfully inside me and I panicked. Desperate, I placed my hands on his thighs and I pushed, but it was like pushing a wall.

Above me, lost in his own pleasure, he didn't notice my problem and he just kept fucking me. I tried my best to resist, but suddenly it all became too much and I felt a burning liquid climbing along my throat before it came out of my mouth around his cock.

A wet, gurgling sound filled the room as Peter suddenly pulled out of my throat, only then realizing what was happening.

But it was already too late, and the moment he did, an explosion of saliva and vomit came out of my mouth and then dripped down my face as I flipped myself on the bed.

After catching my breath and cleaning my face, I sat on the bed just looking at the floor.

I was disappointed, almost angry with myself for not being able to take do it, and meanwhile, Peter was hovering around me, looking concerned.

"I am fine." I told him, though my voice sounded dry and raspy.

We spent the rest of the day just cuddling and being together, but it wasn't the last time we tried.

The next time I visited his house, I was giving him a blowjob when I decided to try again.

This time I was on my knees, so I started taking him deeper and deeper as I looked into his eyes. When it became too much I would pull out and then suck on his balls or his shaft and then I would continue until I slowly pushed his cock back into my throat.

I almost puked again, but this time I managed not to.

Finally, as I managed to close my lips around the base of his cock and I saw him moaning loudly above me, I felt a strange sense of pride.

After that, we started doing it regularly and I got used to it.

I could easily take him into my throat now, and he could even fuck it for a few minutes, though whenever he did my saliva would become slimy and thick, and when it escaped around his cock it would drip down my chin and onto my chest.

He told me he liked that, so I never complained, but it still felt a little strange to me.

Peter loved oral sex, and though I didn't enjoy it as much as he did, I still liked it and I never hesitated to suck his cock. Both because I knew he liked it, and because it made me feel strangely powerful to have his cock twitching inside my mouth.

There was one thing I did love, though, and that was his cum.

Even though it felt very strange at the beginning, I loved when he came into my mouth.

The first time, as the taste finally registered in my mind, I started gagging. It tasted like warm bleach to me, but as time went on I got used to it until it became something I liked.

After a while, I remembered one of the videos he had shown me at first and decided to try something.

Whenever he came during a blowjob, I would let his cum pool in my mouth until he finished. Then I would open my mouth, showing him how his cum oozed over my tongue, and only when he nodded I would swallow it.

When did, I could feel it sticking to my throat as it went down, and then I would open up my mouth to show him it was gone, feeling a deep sense of pride.

After a couple of weeks, desperate to spend more time with him, I started visiting him during the day when my dad was home.

I would tell my dad that I was going to a friend's house, or that I was taking a walk, and I would spend most of the day with Peter. It felt great, and sometimes I felt my feet barely touched the ground because of how happy I was.

It wasn't just the sex either. I loved to talk with him or to just be near him. Sometimes we spent hours just enjoying each other company without saying a single word, something that was both strange and beautiful at the same time.

I wished we could have gone on a date, though, but I knew that maybe it wasn't such a great idea, so I never mentioned it.

Not long after, Peter started me on the pill, saying that it would be much safer than what we were doing, and it would allow us to relax more.

That first day I stood in the bathroom, holding that little white pill, it felt incredibly heavy in my hand and it took me a while to gather the courage to take it.

As I did, I kept thinking about Peter, and how he was waiting for me on the bed. About the fact that he would soon be able to cum inside of me. I wondered if would feel different than when he did it in my ass.

The idea was incredibly arousing to me, and after swallowing it, I remember feeling like I was no longer a girl.

He told me we still had to wait a week for it to work, though, so we still used protection for a while, but after that Peter finally came inside of me without a condom.

The sensation of his cock cumming inside of my bare pussy was incredibly powerful, and as he did I held onto him, pressing my body against him as jet after jet of his cum splashed inside of me.

I didn't manage to cum that first time he did, but it didn't really matter. When it was over, we both laid on the bed, covered in sweat and out of breath, and then he kissed my lips tenderly before I fell asleep.

----

I would have been happy if everything remained like that, but Peter wanted more, and I could never say no to him.

"You are so beautiful..." he said, his voice full of desire.

When he said that, I was on my knees, completely naked, and sucking his cock as deep as I could without taking my eyes from his. Far from a romantic atmosphere, I thought.

But despite that, when he told me I was beautiful, I felt my face turning a deep shade of red as I blushed hard. He was always telling me I was beautiful, and even after so many times, I still blushed, finding it hard to believe.

After that, I redoubled my efforts for a while, and then I pulled back to take a deep breath. As I did, I started running my tongue along his shaft while I played with his ball with my off-hand, something that he enjoyed.

"I was thinking..." he said before he stopped and then he gave me a wicked smile.

Looking at him, I felt a shiver running down my back, as I knew he wanted to try something new, and that was always a bit scary.

"I want to tie you up, while we have sex." he said a moment later.

A moment later my mind filled with images from the videos he had shown me. In them, the girls were usually bound. Sometimes it was just their hands cuffed behind them, but others they were tied very tightly, unable to move while men around then used them.

Swallowing nervously, I looked into his eyes and I nodded slowly, and as I did I felt myself shuddering at the idea of being so defenseless.

Before I could make him cum, he took me to the bed, and once there he tied my hands to the headboard and my feet at either side of the bed. No matter how hard I tried pulling, I simply couldn't escape, I was at his mercy, and the idea was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

Peter, meanwhile, stood to one side, lazily stroking his cock as he looked at my body. He was smiling, and he was obviously excited.

When he climbed on top and he started fucking me, I couldn't stop myself from screaming hoarsely into the air. The sensation was completely different from being unbound, and not long after I had come twice in a row.

After that, my body felt raw and sensitive, and every touch of his, every thrust felt ten times more powerful than ever before. I was pleading for him to stop, but he didn't listen, and by the time he finally came inside of me, I felt I was going to go crazy.

It wasn't the last time he tied me, of course. Sometimes he would cuff my hands behind my back when I was blowing him, forcing me to use only my mouth.

Others he would tie me like the first time, but facing down so he could fuck my ass. That had been scary, as he was suddenly very rough and tied me as I was, I had no way to resist. I was at his mercy, and the more he fucked me the more brutal he became.

Despite times like that, I still enjoyed myself, at least sometimes.

After the ropes and the cuffs, we started using a gag. The first one was a small, silicone ball with holes that he pushed into my mouth before he locked it behind my head.

I could still mumble if I had to, but more importantly, I could breathe easily with it.

The next ones were bigger and soon they became solid. No holes meant breathing was more difficult and the bigger they became, the more of my mouth they filled.

By the end, they got so big that Peter had to push them past my teeth, as I couldn't open my mouth wide enough.

Those were very hard, and after a while, my jaw would start aching painfully. I couldn't swallow either, so my saliva would dribble out of my mouth and down my chest as if I were a toddler.

Then came the blindfolds, which weren't so bad, except for the fact that now I couldn't see what he was going to do. I didn't like them all that much.

He also started calling me names. He told me that if he couldn't call me his sweet pea, we had to find another one.

So I became his "little pet", or "delicious". It all depended on the moment, and the idea was strangely arousing to me.

After the blindfolds, though, he decided to try something new once again, and this time it was extremely scary at first.

We were in bed, and he had tied my hands and feet to it so that I couldn't move, and then he started fucking me.

I was close to cumming, I just needed another minute, I thought, wishing I could play with my breasts.

"Don't be scared, I am not going to hurt you... it will just be a moment, okay?" he suddenly whispered.

Confused, I looked into his eyes and then I nodded slowly, afraid of what he meant.

Before I could react, his hand shot towards me, and then he grabbed my neck.

I gasped in panic, trying to escape him but I had no chance, and then he started squeezing. Panic exploded in my mind and I started fighting to get away from him. It was useless, though, and no matter how much I pulled from the ropes, how much I flopped under him, I couldn't get away.

Peter, meanwhile, squeezed my neck just a little harder as his face transformed with anger and lust.

I could feel my heart pounding inside of my head as I struggled to breathe, but it was impossible. I was going to die, I thought despite his warning, and as I gasped for air, my vision started to close and the world around me seemed to fade away.

Before it did, though, Peter buried himself as deep as he could inside of me and he finally came.

A low, guttural scream filled the air and then he finally released me.

Finally free, I took a deep breath, and then another as blood flowed back into my head. I felt dizzy and terror still filled my mind, but at least I wasn't dying, I thought.

Oblivious to my terror, Peter finished cumming and then he pulled out of my pussy. As if nothing had happened, he laid on the bed next to me, resting his head on my chest.

"God... that was... amazing..." he said as he tried to catch his breath.

I could still feel his fingers on my neck, and as I tried to breathe, I suddenly started coughing. My throat felt sore and for a moment I thought he had crushed it. Once I was done coughing, the sensation remained, but I was finally able to breathe again.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" he asked me as his fingers danced slowly over my belly.

Closing my eyes, I tried to push the feeling of terror away, to forget how certain I was that I was about to die, but I couldn't.

But despite that, I nodded slowly and then I leaned my head against his.

I couldn't say no to him.

----

The next few weeks things became normal again. Or at least the new normal. He continued tying me, using gags, he still choked me from time to time, though at least I was getting used to the sensation.

We still spent so much time together, though, that I didn't matter about any of that. I just wanted to be with him.

In the back of my mind, though, there was something that was slowly burning.

It had taken me a lot to realize it had happened, and even longer to accept it, but in the end, I couldn't keep denying it.

One night, after spending the day with him, I returned home for the night, and after having dinner with my dad, I went up into my room and I sat on the floor in front of my mirror.

I sat there for hours, long after I heard my dad going to sleep. I thought about it, tried to deny it, to call it a million other ways, but in the end I realized that it was time to admit it.

"I love him..." I whispered into the air.

Terror, excitement, arousal, sadness, and bliss were just some of the feelings that I felt at that moment, and suddenly I felt dizzy, almost sick.

I looked at my reflection for a while, alternating in between them, all while I repeated those words over and over again.

I didn't sleep at all that night, and the next day, when I got to his home, I was terrified.

After I closed the door behind me, I stopped and looked at him, saying those same words inside my head. I didn't dare saying them out loud to him, though. What if he rejected me, I thought, and just thinking about it made me tremble in fear.

Was it better to spend my life with him not knowing it, or to risk it all and lose him? Was it better to wait, until he said it himself?

I had no answer to that question, unfortunately, but I did know I was too scared to lose him.

"What did you do last night?" Peter asked me as he kissed me softly.

I wanted to hug him, to kiss him far longer than that, to jump and hang my arms around him and tell him the truth. But I couldn't.

"Nothing, just... I missed you." I said as I looked away shyly.

"I missed you too." Peter said, a moment later.

And then, as if he could read my mind, he pulled me against him and he kissed me slowly and tenderly until I felt my body melting against his, and when he finally pulled I looked at him and I smiled.

After making something quick for dinner, we made our way towards the garden and there we ate sitting on the grass and enjoying the sunset. It was beautiful, and as I pressed my body against him I remembered our first time together, back in Mexico.

And that is the end of part one. If you like it, let me know. And in case you are wondering, no, you wont find the rest of the story on my site yet!

>>15663
Would love to read the rest!

Well I appear to be a whole week late, but still... So glad to see you! Knowing there's a chance at getting to read more of your work, I'll definitely have to start checking in here consistently again :)

it reads very realistically

>>15665 I see your story collection on asstr was taken down. Do you have a backup of your stories anywhere else?

>>15856
unfortunately, I took it down, I had trouble in one of the forums I posted in and I decided to disappear, at least for a while, I don't know when, or if, I will upload it again

the same goes for the rest of this story and the ones I finished after, sorry

Any way we can keep an eye out for you? Imo you're the best writer out there

Wtf did Amy do to you to make you burn down your asstr repository lol? :'(

I hope you'll change your mind eventually, you're one of the top snuff authors for sure.

I will firmly second the assertion you're one of the best, Eficient. I'm quite saddened at this development, I was even surprised to find a thread on the GuroErotica subreddit from someone there trying to find your archive since it had vanished (I'm not a member myself, but I lurk for IWroteathing4u and the off chance someone else will post something worthwhile) and was quite disappointed with the responses too.

I do hope you'll find the solution to whatever trouble you're going through. If it helps, I'd like to say I've got something sitting on my laptop myself that I might just share here soon (I know I'm only going to make it worse if I open it up for more editing, that impulse is ultimately the death of all my creative projects) but this kind of work is difficult just to talk with others about, let alone find the courage to share in a form that could easily be traced back to my vanilla online circles. If there's anyone I can say inspired me to write it, derivative and short as it may be, that'd be you.

Well, its good to know that you guys like my work. I still have no plans to re upload my archive for now, but I can if I want to, I didn't loose that (I did loose my previous email account, though).

As to what happened, here is a condensed version.

I have been posting in dolcettgirls for a while, and have posted stories with underage characters before, though only the link and ALWAYS with express permission from Amy.

This time is no exception, I asked her for permission to post a link, warning her that that it had an underage main character, she said YES. Another mod told me that as long as I had her permission everything was fine. And everything was, for 2 weeks and then I am permabanned without warning.

What pissed me off, besides the fact that I had HER FUCKING permission was that she threatened to send my info (what little she might have) to the authorities. Now, that was probably an empty threat, and even if she did I am not exactly sure what could have happened, but I am not going to risk ruining my life for this.

I panicked, took the site down and deleted my email account (stupid of me to use it like I did, by the way...).

What also pisses me off is that I trusted the fucking liar of a cunt, that she is. I mean, she constantly posts pictures are clearly not hers claiming its her, she is a blatantly racist person, and for what I know, she had already banned people she disliked just because... not exactly a thrust worthy person...

But anyway, now I am pissed and paranoid.

I did write two more short stories, though... but I am not sure I want to post them...

I have to add something, what scares me the most is not what she might send the authorities, but what she can lie about. There are some fucked up people out there, and unfortunately I have more than a few sent me emails that I had to delete instantly... what if she sent something that wasn't mine to them?

Anyway, I am ranting...

That's some pretty bizarre behaviour on dolcettgirls' mod team part. I guess that's the sort of shit that happens when an entire community becomes controlled by one person and her army of simps. :P

You do what you think is best for you. I don't think there is anything illegal or even unethical in what you did, that the police would care about, but I get that you'd rather avoid this getting back to you in real life in any way.

Have you considered continuing after a different pseudonym for a while? Maybe merge yourself with 'Eficient' again eventually, if things calm down?

>>15882
Maybe, I dont know. If I re upload my archive I will probably do it under the same name, there is no sense in changing it, I think...

Frankly, I have been thinking about what to do with my writing before this happened. I do this for free, and it takes a hell of a lot of time (I suck at writing, and I am very slow...). So every time I am writing, I am not working. I started my own business a year ago, and now that is not ideal, to say the least.

But I also enjoy it a lot, and its a great hobby for me, so...

Submissive Margie published her works for like 10-15 usd. No idea how much she ended up making, but I'd be happy to pay for your works as well.

>>15883
As a fellow writer I recommend you keep writing for yourself, at your own pace, in your own computer. Once all the turmoil dies down and everyone forgets (internet is fickle like that), you can then consider reuploading your works and adding a bunch of new content with your old name or a new one. You are talented, don't squander it because a shitty person gave you a bad day.

Eficient, I'm really sorry to hear about what happened to you on the other forum.

As far as the authorities goes...if you're in the US, your stories are protected under the 1st Amendment. It doesn't matter if the characters are underage. As long as it's not real, it's protected speech.

>>15878
Thanks man, sorry I didn't reply before. If you want my opinion, despite what I said above, post your work!

>>15884
>>15885
Returning in the future is not a bad idea, and neither is going for a paid system, although I would prefer to keep things free.

>>15886
Thanks man. Problem is I am not in the US, so I have no idea, and no good way to be sure if any of this is legal or not...

Hey, while part of this comment is to address the fact that I did in fact finally post my own work (Thread title is Sunsmith) I was also kind of wondering if you've come any closer to finding a course of action regarding your own stories since I very much want to read the rest of this one, as well as whatever else you've created in the meantime... I do hope things have improved for you in these last couple weeks!

I would also love to see where it ends up. Forget entitled two face amy.

>>15951
Left you a message on your story!
>>15953
To be absolutely honest, I have been having such a shit time this past few weeks that I completely forgot about this, sorry. I still haven't decided what to do, maybe in a month or two, when/if I manage to get more free time, I will post this (the rest) and maybe one or two of the stories I wrote... I cant make any promises, though.

>>15957
That's shit. I'm glad i found this site though. Here's to you getting your groove back one day.

Quick question. I am interested in re.uploading my site, along with the rest of this story, and a few new one I wrote. But I would like someones opinion on them. If I where to post my email or my discord username, what would you guys prefers so you could maybe test read them before I upload them?

I'd love to read your story and give you an opinion. I'm glad you have decided to give it another shot and I don't mind either Discord or email (my email is in the post, feel free to contact me if you are up to it).

I'd be happy to read it either way! Though I'm not sure what you'd want a test reader for, aside from a basic editing check for spelling and the like... I know there've been troll replies on a couple of your more recent stories here but whoever has the gall to make such comments toward your works is either incredibly stupid (lacking in taste) immensely jealous (creatives of lesser quality) or perhaps both. Fuck them regardless, if there's only one person getting pissed enough to leave a shitter comment you're doing something right!

>>16075
>>16078
Hit me up in discord, eficient#4566

As for the purpose of the proof read its not so much for errors, but for finding plot holes, deciding if the motivations of a character are believable, help with plot points, that kind of stuff... I had people help with that from time to time, and I think it greatly improved my stories!

I sent you a friend request. I know it's weak of me to not spare the same courtesy of divulging my own info in it's entirety here but I have my reasons. That said I can at least hint that it contains more than one underscore and the following capitalized letters: H, S, G.

>>16079


I sent you a request on discord. Both my username and ID number end in 94

I will post this here too, since more of you might be interested.

I was just about to upload my site once more, only to find out ASSTR is down, and no one knows why or how long it will take to be back. It mght be gone for good for all I know.

Does anyone know a similar site where I could upload my stories again? Must be free, thoguh

>>16333
AO3 takes just about any kind of story, at least at the present, as long as it's tagged correctly. Of course you could just post the story here for the time being.

Asstr has been down for months before, so we can still hope that it'll come back at some point. The server still seems to exist, there's just something wrong with it, and the guy running it hasn't been very active in years.

I'll comment on this topic too.
Author, please post the continuation. Somewhere. Or share the link.
It was very interesting, but not enough.

Loved the story so far.

Dear Eficient.
For the sake of this story, I found the ASSTR web archive and scoured it.
But it wasn't there. That's terrible.
Don't be so cruel.
Post the rest of the parts. Please.

I have no idea why I never uploaded the rest, but don't worry, I will, give me a few days, its going to be split in a few posts because its very long and I don't want to fuck it up

>>28251
You found the asstr archive? Where? I thought it was taken down.

>>28266
Bless you

"I want to play a game." Peter said as he stroked my back tenderly.

We had been having sex for over an hour, and now we were both laying on the couch, exhausted and just enjoying each other's presence.

"What kind of game?" I asked as I felt my stomach fluttering inside of me.

"It's called pet play, do you know what it is?" he asked me as his hand dipped between my legs.

But before I could answer, his fingers pushed inside of me and I gasped, surprised.

Unable to talk, I shook my head as I closed my eyes. Despite having cummed twice already, I was still aroused, and as his fingers moved inside of me I felt my lust flaring up once more.

"It's pretty simple. You have to behave as if you were my pet." he added as he pushed himself even deeper.

And just as fast as it started, he pulled his hand away, leaving me desperate for more.

"Get on the floor, on your hands and knees." he said, his voice suddenly firm and commanding.

Aroused and confused, I looked at him for an instant and then I slid off the couch and I did as he told.

Above me, Peter was smiling as he slowly stroked his cock.

"Very well." he said as he patted my head as if I were a dog. "Crawl."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, so I looked at him for a moment before he chuckled softly.

"I told you to crawl, Sarah. On your hands and knees, say, around the coffee table." he added a moment later, before he got up. "Go."

And as he did, I lowered my head and I started crawling around the coffee table in a big circle, thankful for the carpet under my knees. It was humiliating, but I didn't dare say it out loud.

After a few circles I dared to look at him and what I saw made me shudder.

He was standing next to the couch, his cock already hard, and he was looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

"Wait, you are missing something." he said before he ran away.

I stopped, unsure what to do, but he returned a moment later holding something strange.

On one end there was an anal plug, something I was already familiar with, but hanging from was what looked like a strip of fur. It took me a second to realize what it was, and by then Peter was crouching next to me.

"Lick." he said as he pushed the butt plug into my mouth.

I did as he told, making it as wet as I could, and then he pushed it into my asshole until my sphincter locked around the flared base. The plug wasn't that big, I thought as I got used to the sensation, but then I looked back and I saw what was obviously a tail hanging from it.

"There, much better." Peter said as he got up. "Now you are my pretty little puppy."

And as he called me that, I felt a shudder running down my back as my face burned bright red.

I stood still for a moment as he looked at me, his eyes burning with lust. Then, before I had to be told again, I started crawling around the table once more.

I could feel Peter's eyes on me, and a moment later he told me to swing my hips more. Even more humiliated than before, I did as he said, wanting to please him.

I continued like that for a while, until he sat on the couch and then he told me to give him a blowjob.

After I crawled between his legs, I knelt, only to realize that the position put a lot more pressure on the plug, but it wasn't too bad, I told myself. The feeling of the fur between my legs was deeply unsettling, though.

It felt strange and humiliating, but at least it was just a game and it would soon be over, I told myself.

The next time I was at his house, just after the front door closed, he ruffled my hair and called me his puppy. After telling me to get naked and on the floor, he pushed the tail plug into my ass once again and he made me crawl around the house behind him.

My dad had gone away on a longer than usual trip, and I had told Peter on the phone before I got to his place. He had been pretty excited to hear that, and I was too.

"I have a present for you. Sit." he said as we stopped in front of his bed.

I did as he said, licking my lips nervously in anticipation.

Peter disappeared for a moment and when he came back he was holding a leather collar. It was black and pretty thick, with a steel ring on the middle and a huge buckle on one end.

He held it in front of me and then he smiled.

"I thought that we could try something new today, though I fear it might be a bit too much for you." he said a moment later.

And as he said that, anger flared up inside of me at the idea that he thought that I couldn't handle it.

"What do you mean?" I asked trying not to let my anger show through.

"Well... it's something... that might be a bit too much for you, but if you think you can handle it..." he said a moment later.

He was manipulating me, of course, but I was too angry to realize that. All I could think of was proving to him that I could.

"I can, though." I said, my voice full of pride.

Smiling coldly, Peter looked at me as I realized that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. Before I could back out, though, he moved closer to me and he slipped the collar around my neck.

"That's my puppy." he said tenderly as he closed it behind me.

The collar was heavy and uncomfortable, but I stayed quiet as he adjusted it a little tighter. Then he slipped a couple of fingers between it and my neck, and apparently satisfied, he took a step back.

"That looks great on you." he said a moment later, making me blush.

"Here are the rules, so pay attention." he said as he started walking in a circle around me.

"You are only allowed to crawl from now on, so no more walking on two feet. Is that clear?" he said a moment later.

Incredulous, I looked at him expecting him to start laughing but he just looked back at me, his face deadly serious.

"Okay." I said meekly.

"You are not allowed to talk, except to ask for permission to go to the toilet." he said next.

"What?" I asked him, my voice full of confusion.

"What part of you are not allowed to speak didn't you understand, my puppy?" Peter asked me a moment later as he stopped in front of me.

"I am sorry." I answered him hurriedly as I looked at the floor.

"You are not allowed to speak, puppy. Remember that." he said a moment later.

"From now on, you will call me Master, as in, if I ask you something, you have to say yes..." he said before he pointed at me.

"Yes, Master?" I said hesitantly.

"Very good." he said, and a moment later he started walking around me once more.

"And this one is the really hard one." he said a moment later. "You are not allowed to cum without my permission anymore."

It took me a moment to understand what he meant, and when I did I thought I had misunderstood him.

I was about to ask him what he meant when I realized I wasn't supposed to talk, so instead, I looked at him and I waited.

"Yes, my puppy?" Peter asked me a moment later, looking pleased.

"I... what do you mean? Master..." I asked him, almost forgetting the last part.

"As I said, from now on, you can't cum, unless I say you can." Peter explained a moment later.

"If you do cum without my permission, or if you break any of the other rules, I will have to punish you." he added a moment later.

And the way he said the last words filled me with fear.

Suddenly terrified, I nodded quickly and then I looked at the floor.

Then Peter knelt before me and he looked lovingly into my eyes before he kissed me. His hand started caressing my back and suddenly I could feel my body melting under his touch.

It was just a game, I told myself as I felt his tongue swirling around mine. I could do it.

And then, without warning, I felt the butt plug moving inside me and I gasped in shock.

We had played with a few vibrators before, but Peter didn't like them because he said they made me cum too fast.

Smiling, Peter got up and then he stood above me, towering like a giant.

"Blow me." he said as he pulled his cock out of his pants.

Not wasting any time, I took him into my mouth and I started sucking his cock as best as I could, and after a few tries, I managed to take him into my throat until I was gagging on it.

A while ago he had told me that he liked to see me gag on his cock, and despite how uncomfortable it was for me, after that I always tried to do it.

From time to time, when I needed to breathe, I pulled back and I started sucking his balls into my mouth before I licked his shaft until his whole cock was wet with my saliva.

And as I did that, I felt the plug vibrating inside of me. It was maddeningly slow, and soon I realized that it was just there to keep me on edge. If I kept my concentration, I wouldn't cum, but if I slipped, then I would fail.

He hadn't said what my punishment would be, but I had no intention of finding out, so even as I sucked his cock I did my best to concentrate on not cumming.

It didn't take long for him to cum, though.

Suddenly he grabbed my head and then he pushed himself as deep as he could before his cock started twitching. Then he came into my throat, filling it with his cum as I tried my best not to choke.

The first time he had tried that, I had failed miserably and as his cock left my throat I started coughing. Desperate, I had dropped to the floor just as his cum, mixed with my saliva to form a slimy white fluid, finally flew out of my mouth only to land on the floor.

Humiliated and afraid, I looked at him but he didn't seem to care. If anything, he had seemed amused by the spectacle.

This time though, as I felt his cum splashing against my throat, I held my breath and once he pulled out I did my best to swallow the sticky mess that was left in it.

Satisfied, Peter patted my head and then he looked at his watch.

"I think... it's time to eat, come." he said before he turned around and left.

At first, I just stood there, feeling the taste of his cum in my mouth as I looked around the room, but then I sighed softly and I started crawling behind him.

It felt weird, but a lot of the things we did felt weird, especially at first, I told myself. Still, the idea of not being able to cum bothered me. It was then that I realized that I didn't know how long the game was supposed to last, and I became even more worried that I wouldn't be able to make it.

By the time I made it to the kitchen, Peter was already cooking. The smell of meat filled the air and my stomach started grumbling inside of me.

Unsure of what I was supposed to do if I couldn't stand up, I knelt next to the table and just waited.

The plug in my ass was still vibrating, though by then it was more a distraction than anything else.

By the time he finished cooking the air in the kitchen was almost intoxicating and I could feel my mouth watering as I imagined the steak I was going to eat.

But to my surprise, when Peter set the table, he only did it for himself. I looked at him, worried that I wouldn't get to eat as he sat down and started eating all by himself.

He was smiling, though, and from time to time his eyes danced towards me as I did my best to stay still.

"Come." he said a moment later as he patted his legs.

Almost desperately, I crawled towards him and I knelt next to his chair.

Peter then looked at me and as he smiled, he cut a small piece of meat. After dipping it in the sauce, he picked it up with his fingers and then dangled it in front of me.

Humiliated, I looked at it and then into his eyes. I was starving by then, but the idea of him feeding me scraps with his hands was just too much for me.

Or so I thought, as a moment later he swung it around and then he raised his eyebrows. Feeling defeated, and before he could take it away, probably leaving me with no food, I leaned forwards, and then I opened up my mouth.

Smiling, he pushed it into my mouth, and then he returned to his meal.

"Good girl." he said as he continued eating.

And despite how humiliating it had felt, the moment I tasted the meat all my resolve disappeared.

I took the next piece of meat almost instantly, and soon I was sucking the sauce from his fingers, desperate to get every last bit of it.

By the time he finished eating, I was still hungry, but he simply got up, and after setting the dishes on the sink, he looked at me, and then he smiled.

"Very good, puppy." he said as he ruffled my hair once more. "Come."

With that done, he left the kitchen, and once more I was left alone. This time I looked at the stove, where the pan was. I could almost imagine myself licking the remains of the sauce directly from it. It would just be a moment, I told myself, but in the end, I lowered my head and I crawled behind him.

He was waiting for me in the bedroom. He had undressed, and his cock was hanging between his legs.

I shuddered at the sight of it, and then the vibrator inside of me picked up its pace and I had to tense my body as I struggled to resist the maddening sensation.

Oblivious to my problem, Peter climbed on the bed and patted the mattress next to him.

I did my best to crawl there, and once I was laying next to him, he started kissing me tenderly as his hands roamed over my body.

Soon I was moaning loudly, desperate for release, but then I remembered that I couldn't cum. As fear bloomed inside of me, I tensed my body and I did my best to resist.

It was almost impossible though, as he slowly pushed me along until my body was felt on fire. When his hands found my sex, I almost screamed in frustration, and in a desperate attempt to resist I grabbed the bed sheets and I started pulling from them as I tried to distract myself.

Peter, though, seemed determined to make me fail.

A moment later, he pushed his cock inside my pussy and he started fucking me with long, slow strokes.

As he did, my breathing became fast and shallow, and my whole body started tingling as I closed my eyes and held my breath in one last and desperate attempt to resist, but in the end, it was all useless.

Unable to control myself, I inevitably came, and as my body rocked powerfully under his, I realized I had failed.

When I managed to open my eyes, I saw Peter looking down at me. He looked both annoyed and amused as the last of my orgasm faded away.

"I am sorry... I tried but..." I said before I realized I wasn't supposed to talk either.

Then, before I could even react, Peter spun my body around, and then he pulled my body until my head was hanging off the edge of the bed. Then he got out of the bed and he stood in front of me.

At first, I thought he was going to fuck my throat, but instead he started pumping his cock as he aimed it at my face, and as I watched in pure disbelief, he came.

The first jet of cum landed across my chin and my neck, followed by another that landed across my nose and a third that ran from my mouth to my eyes. Shocked, I stood still as yet another one landed across my eyes, and then it was over.

I could hear him panting above me as his cum slowly dripped down my face.

Despite all the things we had done, and even after having swallowed his cum countless times, he had never cummed in my face, something that I had always thought was disgusting.

Now that he had, all I wanted to do was to clean myself, but I didn't dare to move, fearful that I would anger him further.

Unable to open my eyes, I could only feel as Peter brushed the tip of his cock on my cheek, and then he took a step back.

"I will have to punish you, my puppy." he said a moment later, his voice suddenly serious.

Swallowing nervously, I nodded slowly as I realized that cumming in my face wasn't the punishment. Fear slowly filled my mind as I imagined all the things he could do, but in the end, I realized that the worse option, the one he would probably choose, was something new to me.

A moment later I felt something soft landing on my chest and as I grabbed it I realized it was a towel.

"Clean yourself up, and go kneel in the corner until I return." he said as I heard him walking away.

Desperate not to make things worse, I cleaned my face as best as I could, and then I crawled to one of the corners.

Kneeling became unconformable fast, though, as I soon found out as minutes turned into an hour, and my knees started to hurt. I tried to shift my weight from one to the other, hoping that would ease the pain, but it made little difference.

The vibrating plug, meanwhile, was still rumbling away inside of me, keeping me constantly on edge, and despite the fear and having just cummed, I was still aroused.

But there was something even worse than the pain on my knees, the fear and the constant arousal. I had to pee, and soon, or I would make things even worse.

By the time Peter came back, almost two hours after he left, I was desperate, and the minute he came in, I looked at the floor and I took a deep breath.

"Please, Master... I... I need to go to the toilet..." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

As I did, Peter stopped and then he sighed loudly, almost annoyed.

"Come." he said as he turned headed towards the bathroom.

As soon as he did, I started crawling behind him, though the moment I did my legs started tingling painfully and I had to slow down. By the time I made it to the bathroom, I was almost crying from the pain, but I kept quiet.

I had expected him to give me privacy, but when I entered, he was waiting for me next to the toilet, looking impatiently at me.

Realizing I wasn't going to get it, I climbed onto the toilet while I held my tail out of the way as I tried to relax. But even as full as I was, at first I couldn't, and it took me a few very uncomfortable minutes to be able to relive myself with him looking at me.

It felt deeply humiliating to pee in front of him, but I couldn't deny that like most of the things I did, it was also strangely arousing.

When it was over, though, I almost cried with joy.

Filled with a sense of euphoria, I climbed down onto the floor, and I flushed the toilet as I looked at his feet.

"Come." Peter said a moment later, though this time he sounded almost sad.

We returned to the room and once there he stopped next to me and he started caressing my head, almost tenderly.

"It gives me no joy to punish you. But if you misbehave, I have no other choice. You must learn that breaking the rules is not okay, and you also have to pay the consequences. You understand that, don't you?" he asked me a moment later.

Terrified, I remembered the pain I felt as I knelt for hours and I thought to myself that surely that would be enough, but despite that, I nodded slowly as I tried to imagine what my punishment would be.

"Good puppy..." he said as he looked into my eyes. "I will let you know when I decide your punishment."

A moment later he sat on the bed and he patted his lap. I climbed on top of his legs, facing him, and as I started shuddering I felt his cock pressing against my pussy.

Then he started caressing my back as he slowly nibbled my neck. Soon I was melting onto him and I could feel my pussy dripping onto his cock.

Before I could cum again, though, he led me toward the bed, and then he started fucking me again.

I was terrified I would cum again so I did my best to distract myself. Luckily for me, a few minutes after he started, he flipped me over and after pulling out my plug, he started fucking my ass.

It was easier to resist that, I thought, as he was always rougher when he fucked my ass, and it was much less pleasurable for me.

Trapped under him, I did my best to endure as he rammed his cock into my ass over and over again, until suddenly he buried himself as deep as he could, and then he came inside of me, filling my ass with his cum.

After he finished, he pulled out and then dropped onto the bed next to me. Then he wrapped his arms around me and after he kissed my forehead, he fell asleep.

It took me a long time to fall asleep, though.

My mind was racing, and I wondered how long I was supposed to continue like that. The collar felt heavy around my neck and my ass was sore, both from wearing the plug for so long and from the anal sex.

But the worst part was the constant arousal. I was thankful I wasn't wearing the plug while I tried to sleep, though.

----

Much to my dismay, the next day Peter woke up and told me to follow him to the bathroom. There he used the toilet first as I watched and then it was my turn.

Relieving myself in front of him was still humiliating, but I kept quiet. After that, we had a shower together where he basically cleaned me as I stood still and once that was done, he slipped the butt plug into my asshole once more.

Next, I followed him to the kitchen where he made breakfast and once again he fed me from his plate. I was still hungry from the previous night, though, and what little he gave me was not nearly enough.

After breakfast, Peter told me he had to do some paperwork, and he made me kneel next to him for almost an hour as he worked on his computer. I was still tired, and my legs were soon screaming in pain, but once more I kept quiet until he finally finished and we went to the living room.

We used to watch movies in the morning, and today was no exception. I even got to sit, though on the floor next to him instead of on the couch.

Halfway through the movie, though, he ordered me to blow him and I spent 15 minutes sucking his cock until he finally came in my mouth.

By the time the movie was over I was feeling incredibly frustrated, but he didn't seem to notice.

He made dinner as I watched and then he fed me, though once again after it was over I was still hungry, and then I followed him to the garden where we sat under the sun while he caressed my breasts, my belly and my pussy. Then he flipped me over and he started fucking me.

Terrified that the neighbors would hear us, I bit my lips and I did my best to stay quiet as I grunted in frustration.

By then I was almost ready to cum, but it was obvious Peter was only teasing me.

After a while, he pushed himself deep into my pussy and he came.

The rest of the day was the same. I would blow him or he would fuck me, I would get even more frustrated and then he would feed me, and then he would fuck me again. Whenever he wanted anything he would order me to do it. Whenever I needed to go to the toilet I would ask for his permission and I would, of course, call him master.

Soon I was gritting my teeth with anger, but he seemed oblivious of my frustration.

By the time night fell, he fucked me one more time, and then he laid next to me before he fell asleep almost immediately.

I listened to him snoring for a while, hoping I would fall asleep too, but I was too frustrated to fall asleep.

I was exhausted, though, and as time passed by and I still couldn't sleep, I realized I had to go to the toilet once again.

I contemplated the idea of waking him up first, but in the end, I slipped off the bed as quietly as I could, and then I crawled to the bathroom.

Once there, I sat on the toilet and I pissed alone for the first time in two days, something that sounded incredibly bizarre when I thought about it. After that, realizing I was alone, I got up and stood in front of the mirror.

I hadn't seen myself in a while, I realized. The collar around my neck looked very strange, even though I had almost forgotten about it, but besides that, there was something else that was different even if I couldn't tell what.

But the more I looked at myself, the more aroused I became. And suddenly the idea that he was sleeping struck me. I looked behind me at the door, and after making sure I was still alone, I sat on the edge of the bathtub and I pulled my legs apart.

My heart was beating furiously, and for a moment I almost stopped as the idea I was doing something wrong flooded my mind.

But my arousal was much greater than my fear, it seemed, as a moment later I started playing with myself. I was already wet, and not long after, I was rocking my hips as I moaned softly.

After closing my eyes, I laid back as best as I could, and I pushed first one and then two fingers into me, savoring the sensation.

I wanted it to last longer, to stretch that moment just a bit more, but after so much frustration, I couldn't control myself too long, and a few minutes after I started, I felt my body tensing and I finally came.

It wasn't as powerful as the orgasms I had with Peter, I thought disappointed as it faded away, but at least it was something. Now all I had to do was clean myself up and then return to his side.

But a moment later, just as I was about to sit up, I hear something and when I looked up I saw Peter, standing by the door with his arms crossed.

He looked angrily at me for a moment before he shook his head.

Suddenly terrified, I dropped onto the floor in an instant, and then I looked at his feet as my heart started beating furiously inside of me.

Moving slowly, Peter walked towards me, and then he stopped a couple of feet in front of me.

"You know you are not allowed to cum without permission." he said a moment later.

Unable to speak, I simply nodded as I tried to stay still.

"Then why did you do it?" he asked a moment later, his voice tight and controlled.

I had screwed up, I thought as I swallowed nervously. I had failed him, I hadn't been able to control myself, and the idea made me feel even worse.

Knowing he was waiting for my answer, though, I took a deep breath, and then I closed my eyes.

"I am... sorry, Master. I... I failed you." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Peter took a deep breath and then he just stood there. I could feel his eyes on the back of his head as I trembled slowly.

Finally, just when I thought I couldn't resist any longer, he turned around and headed towards the door.

"Wait for me at the foot of the bed." he ordered me before he disappeared.

Desperate not to anger him any further, I crawled towards the room as I cursed myself for being so stupid. Once there I knelt by the bed and I waited as I tried to listen to his movements through the house, but to no avail.

Finally, he returned and then he stopped next to me. He was holding a roll of rope in his hand, and he just stood there silently.

I wanted to beg him for forgiveness, to tell him I was sorry, that he didn't need to punish me, but instead, I stood perfectly still and I kept quiet. I felt horrible and I felt I had betrayed him.

Then he knelt next to me, and he looked into my eyes. He looked more disappointed than angry, which made me feel even worse.

"Anything you want to say?" he asked me as he uncoiled the rope.

After swallowing nervously, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"I am sorry, Master, I... I failed you..." I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I deserve to be punished..."

Peter seemed satisfied with my answer, but despite that, he grabbed the rope and after guiding me to the floor, he started tying me.

After tying my hands behind my back, he tied my ankles and then he secured the end of the rope to the foot of the bed. Then he grabbed a ball gag and after forcing it into my mouth, he locked it behind my head.

I tried to wiggle out of the ropes but it was useless, and soon I could feel my arms and legs bloating as the ropes cut my blood flow.

Peter, though, stood up and after giving me one last look of disappointment, he returned to the bed.

Not long after, I could hear him snoring as I sobbed quietly. Not from the pain in my arms and legs, not because I had been caught or because I was afraid of the punishment I was going to get the next day. It wasn't any of that, I realized as I laid my face on the cold floor.

It was because I had failed him.

----

When Peter woke me the next morning, I had barely gotten an hour of sleep. I was exhausted, and my whole body hurt from sleeping on the floor.

He stood above me as I laid on the floor, and then he knelt next to me and he took a deep breath.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom before we begin?" he asked me.

He sounded disappointed and sad, which made me feel horrible.

After nodding, he untied my legs but left my hands as they were, and then he led me to the bathroom.

After I managed to sit on the toilet, I peed and then I sat there, realizing I couldn't wipe myself without my hands. Peter, though, looked at my predicament and after rolling up some toilet paper he did it for me.

After flushing, he led me to the bedroom once more, and there he told me to wait.

As I waited for him to return, my heart started beating furiously inside me as my mind raced with all the possibilities. I was sure it was going to hurt, that it would be much worse than anything I had done before, and worst of all, I knew I deserved it.

By the time Peter arrived, I was almost desperate for him to punish me. It was the only way I could prove to him that I was truly sorry, that I had learned my lesson. It might have sounded crazy to others, but not to me.

If not for the gag, I would have started begging him to do it.

Peter, though, looked at me, and then he shook his head. A moment later he knelt next to me and he embraced me against his chest. The moment he did I started sobbing, unable to resist any longer.

As tears ran down my face and onto his back I started mumbling despite my gag how sorry I was, for him to forgive me. Even I couldn't understand my words, but it didn't matter.

Peter shushed me softly as he ran his hands over my hair, and then he just held me for a few minutes, until I was sobbing softly.

Then he grabbed my face and he looked into my eyes, his face full of sorrow.

"You know I have to do this, don't you?" he asked me.

And as he did, I nodded desperately as I tried to shake the tears from my eyes.

Apparently satisfied, he took another deep breath and then he untied my arms.

The moment blood returned to them, they started burning. It wasn't that bad at first, but as minutes passes, it became stronger and stronger until suddenly I felt as if they were being burned by fire and I had to hold onto them as I bit my gag desperately.

Soon, though, the pain started to fade away, leaving behind a soft, tingling sensation.

Once it had stopped, Peter looked at me, and then he grabbed the rope once more.

This time he tied my wrists in front of me, though not as tightly as last night. Once that was done, he grabbed the other end of the rope and passed it through a hoop on the ceiling that I hadn't noticed before.

With one quick pull, he took up the slack, and then he started pulling slowly as he forced me to stand up and then to raise my arms above my head.

Then he kept pulling until I was standing on the tip of my toes. It was very hard to keep my balance, and from time to time I would start falling, and then my whole weight would pull from my arms until I managed to find my balance once more.

Suddenly scared, I looked at him, and then I started shuddering in fear.

He was holding a thin wooden rod, about as thick as a pencil, but as long as his arm. As I looked, he swung it around the air quickly and it made a loud swooshing sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Six blows. I think is an adequate punishment, don't you think?" he asked me, his voice suddenly cold and full of anger.

Terrified, I closed my eyes and I nodded desperately.

"Count them. After each hit, is that clear?" he told me a moment later, and once more I nodded desperately.

Then he moved behind me and I could only hear as he took a few deep breaths before I heard the rod whipping through the air.

A sharp, agonizing jolt of pain suddenly exploded in my back. It was so strong that my whole body tensed and I started biting on the gag so hard that my teeth dug into the hard rubber.

I couldn't move nor breathe, all I could do was stay still as pain washed over my body until it was all I could think.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, the worse of the pain slowly faded away, leaving behind a dull burning sensation where he had struck me.

After one blow, I was already exhausted, I realized as sweat poured from my body. My breathing was fast and shallow, and by then I could no longer hold myself up and was just hanging from my arms.

Then I saw Peter, standing in front of me. He looked worried, but he stood away from me as I tried to catch my breath.

It was only then that I remembered his words and I mumbled through my gag a muffled one.

Peter looked at me with sadness and then he nodded.

A moment later, he stood behind me once more, and then, without warning, the second blow struck my back, just a little lower than the first.

This time I screamed hoarsely into the air as the pain exploded in my back. It was pure agony, and I had never felt so much pain in my life.

Tears streamed down my face as I lost all my strength and I just started swinging from the ceiling.

And to my surprise, despite the horrible pain, I remembered, and not long after I mumbled a two.

The next three blows came one after the other, giving me almost no time to recover in between them, and by the time only one remained, I was just about ready to pass out.

I was soaked in sweat and my head was hanging limply between my arms. All I could feel was pain, and inside my mind, beneath the agony coming from my back, I kept repeating to myself that I had failed him, over and over again, like a depressing mantra.

Only one more remained.

The last blow, though, landed on the lower part of my ass and I discovered a new form of agony, as the tender flesh of my ass was much more sensitive than my back.

As exhausted as I was, the pain made me jump forward as I screamed in renewed agony, and then once again I collapsed and I was left hanging from my arms.

It was over, I thought distantly as I got a sick feeling of joy blooming in me. It was finally over.

A moment later I felt Peter's arms wrap around me before he released the roped and I collapsed onto him. I felt him carrying me and then he laid me down into something warm.

When I opened up my eyes I was in the bathtub, submerged under warm water.

Peter was sitting next to me as he untied my arms and once that was done, he undid the strap behind my back and he carefully pulled the gag from my mouth.

My jaw was aching, and to my amazement, I could see my teeth imprinted deeply into the hard rubber. My mouth felt dry and pasty, and before I could say anything, Peter was holding a glass of water in front of me.

The water felt cool on my throat, and after I finished the glass, I felt a little bit better.

Despite how tired I was, I managed to look up and I saw Peter's face, full of worry. Suddenly all the agony I had felt seemed to disappeared and I started sobbing.

"I'm... I'm... really sorry... please, please... you have to forgive me. I will never... disobey you again... Master" I mumbled almost hysterically as I grabbed onto his hand and I started crying.

And as I cried, Peter caressed my back tenderly, while he shushed me softly.

"I know you won't." he said after he kissed my forehead.

After I stopped crying, I slipped my body under the water, until only my face remained above.

Peter sat next to me, caressing my arms, my breasts and my neck. Despite the pain, it felt good, and slowly I managed to relax as the water helped ease the pain. I couldn't move, though, as whenever I tried, the pain would come rushing back.

After a while, when the water became cold, Peter picked me up and carried me to the bed.

He had laid a towel over it, and after setting me down on it, he helped me roll over until I was facing down. Then he sat next to me, and he started rubbing something on my back. It smelled sweet, like almonds and honey.

It was agonizing at first, especially when his fingers brushed over where the rod had struck, but after a while, the pain started to fade away and I managed to relax, if only a little.

And as his hands roamed over my back, I noticed they were moving lower and lower, until I could feel them slipping between my ass cheeks.

I was suddenly terrified that he was testing me again and I tensed my body to try to resist.

"Shhhh.... relax... you can cum." he whispered into my ears, and as he did, I felt my body melting onto the bed.

Without realizing what I was doing, I pulled my legs apart to give him better access, and I could soon feel his fingers moving slowly over my sex as he played with my clit.

"Your cunt is soaking wet." he whispered a moment later, and as he did, I nodded slowly.

"My... cunt..." I said softly.

I had never called it like that. It had always felt, insulting and demeaning, but as I repeated the word over and over in my mind, I quickly forgot about that.

Then Peter pushed his fingers inside of me and I gasped loudly as my body started burning with lust.

And while his fingers played inside of my cunt, his other hand moved to my back, and he started tracing the bruises on my back, pushing softly into them. It hurt, but as he continued, the pain from my back and the burning lust spreading from my cunt started to mix until I couldn't tell them apart.

Confused, I could only endure as I squirmed weakly on the bed.

"Cum for me, my puppy." Peter whispered in my ear and then I finally lost all control.

As I came, I closed my eyes and I held my breath as colored lights danced in front of my eyes. It was beautiful, I thought, and then the world around me exploded and my body along with it.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my mind, mixing with the pain coming from my back as I gasped for air.

His hands kept moving inside of me, prolonging my orgasm until I feared I would drown in it, and then, just as quickly as it started, it finally ended and I collapsed onto the bed once more.

Exhausted, I tried to catch my breath as I felt Peter's fingers leaving my cunt while my juices dripped onto the mattress below.

"Sleep." he whispered a moment later, and then I was gone.

----

The first thing I saw when I woke up was Peter's face, just inches from mine.

He was awake, and as I opened my eyes, he smiled warmly.

"I am sorry..." I said almost instantly, afraid I had done something wrong.

But Peter just smiled and then he brushed my hair away from my face.

"I was thinking... it's late in the afternoon, by the way, you slept most of the day, that we could go on a date. What do you say?" he said a moment later.

I couldn't hide my surprise, and as my heart started beating quickly, I sat on the bed and I looked at him.

"Well, I will take that as a yes." he said as he laughed softly.

Then he rolled off the bed and he looked at me.

"Come." he said as he pointed at the bed in front of him.

I obeyed him instantly, crawling to him, and then he pulled my head up and he removed my collar.

I had completely forgotten about it, and now that it was gone I felt strange, almost naked, even though I was always naked with him.

"Go get dressed. Put on that black summer dress you have, I like how you look on it." he said, and then he disappeared into his closet.

Excited, I jumped off the bed, and then I stopped, suddenly unsure if I could walk, or if I still had to crawl.

"You can walk... for now." Peter said from the closet not a moment later.

And before he finished, I was already running downstairs. My backpack with all my clothes was still hanging near the door, and after grabbing it, I went to the living room and I pulled out the dress he wanted and a pair of black, canvas shoes.

I dressed quickly, and once I was ready I waited for him by the stairs.

As he descended the stairs I looked at him and I couldn't stop myself from blushing.

I love you, I said in my mind as my heart skipped a beat.

Then he stopped next to me and he looked at me.

"Are you ready?" he asked me as he smiled warmly.

Unable to speak, I nodded quickly and then I followed him into the car.

Soon we were driving on the highway and I sank into my seat as I looked outside the window. I felt happy, and for just a moment everything seemed to have returned to normal.

It was then that I noticed he was looking at me, and when I turned to face him, he grabbed my dress and he pulled it up, revealing my panties.

"I didn't say you could wear panties, did I?" he asked me as he smiled.

Blushing, I shook my head. I knew what he wanted me to do, but it still took me a minute to gather my courage. When I did, I sat upright and I slipped them off.

With my panties in my hand, I looked around the car looking for a place to leave them and ended up stashing them in the glove box.

"Thats better..." he said as he caressed my leg.

It felt strange to be in the car without panties, and the idea of getting out was terrifying, but despite that, I tried my best to relax as I enjoyed the feeling of his hand on my leg.

Not long after, we left the highway, and then Peter drove us into the parking lot under the mall.

It was dark and eerie, like a huge cavern, and after finding a place to park, he stopped the car and he looked at me.

"Come, let's go watch a movie." he said as he patted my leg.

But I was suddenly terrified, as that meant I had to get off the car. Without my panties, I felt completely exposed and suddenly I froze in my seat. Oblivious to my fear, Peter walked around the car and pulled my door open.

Swallowing nervously I looked at him, hoping he would take pity on me, but his only answer was to raise his eyebrows curiously.

Despite my fear, I knew I had no choice. After grabbing the edges of my dress, I got off, hoping no one would notice.

Once outside, Peter took my hand and we walked towards the entrance. With each step we took, more and more people surrounded us, until suddenly I started trembling in fear, convinced that someone would notice I wasn't wearing any panties.

Terrified, I followed Peter as we moved deeper and deeper, until a multitude of people surrounded us and then he stopped and he turned to look at me.

"Don't be afraid." he said as he looked into my eyes.

Speechless, I shook my head as my eyes darted all around us in panic.

"No one knows... only you and me." he said as he smiled.

Terrified I shook my head as I tried to press myself against him, but he pushed me away and then he smiled again.

"Look around. No one knows... they are all absorbed into their own little worlds..." he said.

And despite my fear, I did manage to look around.

As he said, people around us seemed oblivious to our presence, even more so to the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties. They were talking among themselves or glued to their phones.

It took a while, but after a minute, I finally managed to calm down, though I was still holding the edge of my dress with both hands to keep it down.

"Better?" Peter asked me a moment later.

As I looked into his eyes, I nodded slowly and then I took his hand and I followed him into the cinema.

He bought tickets, popcorn, and a couple of sodas, and then we got in line.

Once inside I felt much better, though, as the darkness gave me a sense of security. The movie started a few minutes later and as it did, I leaned against him and I lost myself in his presence, paying very little attention to the movie.

By the time it was over, we went back into the mall and we just walked around, until I completely forgot that I wasn't wearing any panties.

"I am getting hungry, what about you?" he asked me a moment later as we entered the food court. "I will let you choose what to eat."

Surprised, I stopped and I looked around us, unsure what to choose among so many options, and then I had an idea.

Much to his confusion, I told him I wanted to go to the McDonald's drive-thru. He looked at me for a moment and then he asked me if I was sure.

I told him I was, and after that, we returned to the car and we drove to the nearest McDonalds and we ordered some burgers, french fries, and two more sodas.

With that ready, he looked at me, and then he chuckled softly.

"Now what?" he asked me.

"Now, we drive again, it's not too far, trust me." I told him before I grabbed his phone and I opened the maps app.

It wasn't that far, and after following my directions we arrived at a small lookout, just above the city and overlooking the lake.

It was already dark, and in front of us, the city stretched almost as far as we could see, shining like a million tiny diamonds. Much more importantly, we were completely alone.

" That... is very beautiful... good choice." Peter said as he nodded in satisfaction.

And as he did, I started blushing in pride.

"What do you say we eat outside?" he said as he left the car.

After laying the food on the hood of the car, we ate slowly, savoring the view more than the food, and then he leaned against the car and he wrapped my arms around me. Even though it wasn't a cold night, it felt good to feel his warmth against me.

We stood like that for a while as Peter caressed my back and my neck, and then without warning, he turned me around and he started kissing me. It was slow and gentle at first, but as time went on I started the hunger under it.

His hands started roaming over my back and my breasts as his tongue twisted hungrily around mine until I couldn't breathe.

When he pulled back, he looked at me, and then without warning, he flipped me around and he pushed my face against the hood of the car as he pulled my legs apart.

I gasped, more in surprise than anything else, and then I looked back and I watched as he dropped his pants down. He was already hard, and as he held his cock in one hand, he licked his lips hungrily and he moved forwards.

With one swift thrust, he buried himself in me. I was obviously aroused and more than ready for him, but I still let out a scream as I felt him stretching my cunt. Then he simply started fucking me.

At first, I just closed my eyes and I enjoyed the sensation, forgetting about the fact that we were outside and that someone could come by at any moment.

Nothing mattered, nothing except the feeling of his cock inside of me.

But then I remembered that I couldn't cum. He hadn't given me his permission, and suddenly my body tensed and I opened my eyes as I panicked.

Peter, oblivious to my problem, started biting my neck, sending shivers down my neck as I did my best to resist the sensations flooding my mind.

Desperate, I suddenly bit my lips hard, hoping that the pain would help me distract myself.

"You can cum." Peter said a moment later, his voice full of lust. "Better hurry, though..."

And as he did, relief washed over me and I allowed myself to relax once more. His thrusts became faster and harder, until he was pushing me along the hood.

Then he pulled out without warning, and as I gasped in surprise, he flipped me over until I was laying on my back and he continued fucking me.

His face, twisted with lust, hung above me as his trust filled my cunt, and then he grabbed my dress and he simply pulled from it until it ripped, exposing my breasts.

As he grinned, he started sucking on my breasts as I held onto his head, completely delirious with lust.

And then, just as I was about to cum, he pushed himself deep into me and he froze.

A moment later he started grunting wildly and then he finally came, and as he did, I felt his cum flooding my cunt. The sensation was so strong that a second later it all became too much and suddenly I came.

My vision turned white and a high-pitched whine filled my ears as I collapsed onto the hood. Then I felt my body quivering under his, though the sensation was strange. I felt as if I had left my body and I was watching myself from above.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me until my whole body was, and then I started giggling.

By the time I managed to open my eyes, Peter was looking at me with a look of satisfaction on his face. He was breathing hard and his face was covered in sweat, though the way he looked at me made me shiver.

Then he took a step back and as his cock left my cunt, I let out a long moan of lust.

I was exhausted, too tired to move, so I just laid there on the hood, feeling the heat of the engine under me as his cum dribbled out of my cunt.

"You look... beautiful, my puppy..." Peter said a moment later as he pulled his pants back up.

After a few minutes, I managed to get up too, though when I tried to pull my dress up, I realized that the straps had broken.

Dismayed, I looked at Peter, but he seemed unconcerned.

Before I could do anything, he pulled himself against me, and then he kissed me once more. Despite having just cummed, I felt my body burning once more and when he pulled back I was panting, out of breath.

As I did my best to hold my dress up, Peter looked at me and then he gave me a twisted smile. Before I could stop him, he grabbed my dress and he pulled it off me, ripping it completely.

Suddenly naked, I looked around in panic.

Thankfully, we were still alone, and though I wanted to cover myself, I knew I couldn't.

"Don't worry, its dark outside, no one will notice." he said as he looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

Terrified, I nodded quickly and then I ran into the car. Once inside, I sunk into my seat, trying to hide from the outside.

Peter, though, stood outside for a moment, just looking at the city, and then he got on the car, and without another word, he drove away.

Luckily, no one seemed to see me on the way back home, and after Peter parked the car in the garage, I was finally able to breathe in relief.

I got out, thankful to be back home, and then I waited for him.

He was smiling, though, the that made me feel anxious.

"Come." he said as he went inside the house.

I followed him along the house until he stopped at the bedroom, and there he looked at me once more.

It was only then that I realized I was walking and when I did I dropped onto the ground and I looked at his feet, terrified I had angered him.

"Better... try not to forget again..." he said as he approached me.

"I am sorry... I... it won't happen again, Master." I said hurriedly as I tried not to start trembling.

A moment later he leaned next to me and he slipped the collar around my neck before locking it.

It felt just as heavy as the first time, though strangely enough, I found it comforting.

Then Peter took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed.

"Take you shoes off and come here, I am hungry..." he said as he patted the bed next to him.

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We had another 3 days together until my dad returned, and I spent the rest of that time naked, collared and plugged, and unable to cum.

It was both frustrating and humiliating, but as time went on the feeling of humiliation started to fade away, replaced by constant arousal that threatened to drive me crazy.

We had sex almost constantly, in one way or another, and I sometimes found it incredibly hard to resist the urge to cum, but the memory of my last punishment was usually enough.

By the time the last day arrived, I had become his pet, so slowly that I hadn't even realized it.

This time, Peter drove me home when the time came to go back, and as I sat on the passenger side, looking out the window, I felt strange.

It took me a while to realize that it was because I was dressed and I could walk. I had spent so much time naked and on my knees that what had been normal was now alien to me.

After kissing him goodbye, I entered my house and I did my now usual routine of cleaning everything, trying to erase any sign that I had been absent for a week away.

My dad, as usual, arrived exhausted and he went straight to bed, completely oblivious to everything around him, but I still preferred to do the work, just in case.

The next day, when he woke up, I offered to make us breakfast, and then we sat together to eat.

He asked me what I had done when he was gone, and as I tried not to blush, I told him I had spent most of the time at a friend's house. He told me he was sorry he was gone so much, but as always he had a lot of work and they were short on personnel at the company, so everybody was doing extra hours.

He did, however, offered me to go with him to LA the next week, though I told him I preferred to stay with my friends.

Though he looked disappointed, he told me he understood.

He was going away next Monday and he wouldn't return until Friday, so I would have almost a full week alone with Peter. Though the idea was exciting, I first had to spend the weekend away from him, which was something I wasn't looking forwards to.

We chatted a lot, and though he reminded me that I was still not allowed to cum and I assured him I wouldn't, the rest of the time we just talked about other stuff, almost like the first few days of our relationship.

It felt great, though after I went to bed I felt alone and it wasn't easy for me to fall asleep.

Finally, Monday arrived and my dad left. I didn't bother packing a bag, and instead, I jumped into the Uber Peter sent and I headed to his home once more.

He was waiting for me, as usual, and after the door closed he looked at me, and then I nodded slowly, already knowing what he wanted without having to be told.

I stripped off my clothes, leaving them on the floor by the door, and then I knelt on the floor.

After brushing my hair to one side, Peter locked my collar around my neck, and after checking to see if it was tight enough, he walked behind me.

"Lift your ass." he said.

Swallowing nervously, I did as he said and a moment later I felt the tip of the anal plug pushing against my sphincter.

It was cold, but he had lubed it, so it went easily into me until my sphincter closed around the base, locking it firmly in place. It felt bigger than the previous one, and though I wanted to ask him, I didn't dare to speak without permission.

A moment later it started vibrating once more, and it took me a minute to get used to the sensation.

Obviously aroused, Peter looked at me as I waited for his command, realizing that I was going to spend the whole week as his pet once more.

The idea, though still strange, wasn't as shocking as the first time.

We soon fell into a rhythm like before. We watched movies and spent time just sitting next to each other. When it was time to eat, Peter would cook and I would kneel next to him. He always fed me from his plate, though, and I was always hungry, something that only added to my frustration.

I still couldn't cum, of course, and we had lots of sex. When he wasn't fucking me, he would ask me to blow him, and then he would throat me until I started gagging.

When it became time to sleep though, he would sometimes make me sleep on the floor by the bed.

Those nights were horrible, not only because I rarely got any sleep, but because I missed feeling his body against mine.

A few days into my stay, when I reached a point in which my frustration became so great I started to get angry, I decided that maybe, just maybe, if I pleased him more than usual, he would take pity on me and he would let me cum.

Whenever he asked me to blow him, I would put all my energy into it, sucking his as best as I could or as deep as I could while I looked into his eyes. When it was time for him to cum, he would do it in my mouth, in my throat, or even in my face, and whenever he did, I would smile in satisfaction, hoping he would notice my efforts to please him.

But he never did, and no matter what I tried, I still wasn't allowed to cum.

We went on another date too, and once more, after I got dressed, I stood in front of a mirror and I looked at my reflection, feeling confused as I ran my hands over my dress.

Another week passed and I spent it with him, and by then I was counting the days since my last orgasm.

Sometimes, as he fucked me, Peter would start playing with my clit, something that drove me mad and threatened to make me lose control. Miraculously, and despite his efforts, I was somehow able to resist, though I always got the impression that he simply allowed me to win.

And then the end of summer approached and I realized that my time with Peter was coming to an end. I was going back to school, and that meant I wouldn't have time to spend the whole week with him.

Soon it was all I could think, and I became depressed.

I didn't want things to change, I realized, despite how crazy it sounded at first.

It took me a while, but in the end, I managed to gather my courage. One night, as we laid in bed, I knelt on the bed next to him.

"I... I need to speak, Master." I said, shivering at the last word, even after so long.

"Go ahead." Peter said, looking amused.

"I... I have been thinking that the summer is coming to an end... and I will have to go back to.. school... and I don't want to... so... I thought... that maybe you could take me... on a date... again... before I leave? Something... different, special... " I said after a while.

Peter looked at me for a moment and then he nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I have been thinking a lot about that. I don't want you to leave either..." he said as his hand brushed my clit, making me gasp.

"Special how, though?" he asked me a moment later.

Unable to give him an answer, I simply raised my shoulders and I waited.

"There is a place... a club, were we haven't been before. I like it there, and I have been thinking about taking you there, at least one. Though... it's a much more mature place, and I thought it might be too much for you..." he said a moment later.

And the moment he did, I felt anger flashing inside of me and I shook my head furiously.

"It won't..." I said a moment later, obviously angry.

Peter chuckled softly, apparently amused by my anger, and then he took a deep breath.

"Okay, I will take you there." he said a moment later.

"However, you have to agree to obey me in everything. You have never been to a place like this one, you have no idea how it works or what the people there are... let's say, capable of. So once inside, you obey me instantly and always, is that clear?" he said a moment later, his tone changing from amused to serious in an instant.

Suddenly unsure, I nodded slowly, fearing I might have made a mistake, but knowing it was too late to back down.

I wanted to ask him more about the club, and especially what he meant when he told me I didn't know what the people there were capable of, but I didn't.

I knew that conversation was over, for good or bad, and instead, I laid on the bed once more as I felt the vibrator moving once more inside my ass.

The next day, late in the afternoon, Peter looked at me and told me it was time.

After I got dressed, I followed him to the car and we drove away. Not long after we were on the highway heading south and the sun started setting.

I watched it through the window, mesmerized by the colors as I remembered that first one with him in Mexico. It felt like a million years ago, but it had only been a couple of months, I realized.

We drove for more than an hour as my fear grew worse and worse, and then he pulled out of the highway and a few minutes later we stopped.

In front of us, there was an old, decrepit building. It was huge, and its brick walls were almost falling over. All the windows were boarded up, and though there was no one in sight, I had the feeling someone was watching us.

A minute later, one of the roll-up doors opened, and Peter drove in.

Inside there was a small parking lot, with a few dozen cars parked around it.

Peter drove to the back and then he parked next to a red sports car before he got out.

Terrified, I followed him out, and then I looked around.

The place was huge, with high ceilings and very little light. The air felt damp and the silence was unnerving.

Unconcerned, Peter took my hand and he started walking towards one of the doors that were scattered around the parking lot. This one was red, and though it was unmarked, once we got there, Peter knocked, and then he looked up, towards a security camera I hadn't noticed before.

A moment later the door opened and we entered a small dark room.

On the opposite side there was another door, and to one side a small counter.

Behind it, there was a woman, completely naked. She looked at me, and then at Peter as she smiled warmly.

"Welcome back, Mr. Hoberg." she said, unconcerned by her nudity.

Peter nodded slowly and then he looked at me.

"May I have your slave's clothes?" she asked a moment later as she looked at me.

Shocked, I gasped in surprise as I looked at Peter, but he didn't seem surprised at all. He simply looked back at me as he lifted a single eyebrow.

A few weeks ago, the idea of undressing like that would have been completely impossible for me, but now, all it took was for him to raise his eyebrow, and I was taking off my shoes before I slipped off my dress.

Despite my fear, once naked, as I obviously hadn't been wearing any underwear, I stood next to him as the woman took my clothes.

Then Peter pulled my collar from his jacket and he slipped it wound my neck like he always did when I got to his place.

Then he looked at the woman once more, and she pulled something from under the counter before she handed it to him.

It was a mask, made out of white plastic. It looked like an old opera mask, and before I could do anything, Peter turned me around, and then he slipped the mask on my face before he tied it tightly behind me.

The mask only covered the upper part of my face, but as I looked at myself in the mirror next to the counter, I realized that it made it impossible to recognize who I was.

"Once we cross that door, you will obey me no matter what. Your safety depends on it, is that clear?" he suddenly asked me as he held me by my arms.

Terrified, I nodded quickly and then he pulled something else from his jacket.

It was a leash, made out of black leather just like my collar. He clipped it to my collar and after giving me a smile, he opened the door.

Loud music blasted from the other side, making me take a step back, but before I could go much farther, Peter moved inside and he pulled me along with the leash.

Once inside, the door closed and I looked around.

We were surrounded by people, and my first reaction was to turn around and start running. But before I could, I realized that no one was paying us attention. Like in the mall, everybody's attention was elsewhere, and though I was still terrified and on edge, at least I managed not to run.

Peter, meanwhile, stood by my side as he held firmly from the leash.

Apparently satisfied that I wasn't going to run, he loosened his grip on my leash and then he started walking towards the bar while I looked around us in awe.

There was a stage in the middle, where a couple of girls were pole. One was naked and the other was wearing see-through lingerie.

Among the patrons, who were mostly men, there were many girls like me, which surprised me.

They were all naked and collared, and some, though not all, wore masks like mine. A few were just kneeling on the floor, others were sitting on someone's lap while they were fingered. A girl, not far from us, was giving a man a blowjob as the man watched the show.

Then, more towards the back, a few were being fucked, on the floor, or bent over a table.

There wasn't a line of people watching, though. It was as if it was so normal that it wasn't worth watching.

Fascinated, I followed Peter until he found an empty table and he took a seat. Then he pointed at the floor, and I hurriedly knelt next to him.

Not long after, another girl came towards us. She was also naked, though she was wearing a leg garter around her left thigh. From it, a small pink box hung, and a small wire led from it towards her cunt.

Even under the loud music, I could hear the vibrator inside of her, and I was thankful I wasn't wearing my tail.

Ignoring me completely, she greeted Peter, and then she asked him what he wanted to drink.

"Scotch, neat." Peter said a moment later.

The girl nodded, and then she left, only to return with a short glass half full of an amber-colored liquid.

After taking a sip, Peter looked at me, and then he placed his arm on my shoulder.

Despite my fear, I looked towards the stage, where the girls dancing finished their routine and as the people around them applauded, they left.

Not long after, a man came on stage. He was wearing a leather mask over his head and leather pants with no crotch. His cock, already hard, looked huge, and as I squirmed on the floor, a girl about my size came behind him, and then he just started fucking her.

He was brutal, and not long after they started, he forced her onto the floor and he started fucking her ass. Trapped under him the girl could only scream under his assault.

I was both horrified and fascinated, and for a moment I wondered if Peter and I looked like that when we had sex.

But as the show continued, I soon became aroused and my fear slowly faded away as I imagined myself in her place.

Soon the world around me seemed to disappear and all I could think was them.

But before the show ended, I felt Peter tugging from my leash and when I looked towards him I realized that he had pulled his cock out.

Despite everything I had seen so far, I blushed deeply when I saw it, but I didn't need to be told what he wanted.

I moved in between his legs and then I took him into my mouth, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to see the rest of the show.

Still, I knew what he wanted from me and I soon lost myself in the blowjob. As I sucked him deeper and deeper, I started imagining everybody around us watching us and I felt my body exploding in goosebumps.

The idea was terrifying, yes, but it was also thrilling and arousing, something that I had have never expected.

As imagined myself being watched, I felt Peter's hands grabbing my head and he started fucking my mouth. It was rough and scary, but it was also something that I had gotten used to.

As his cock bumped against the back of my throat, I started gagging, and soon I could feel my saliva, dripping down my chin and onto my chest as I did my best to endure.

Soon, though, he released me and I pulled back. I took a deep breath as I pumped his cock with one hand and then I started sucking on it again.

Then, behind me, I heard an ear-splitting scream that filled the air and almost made me jump.

It was the girl, cumming as everybody looked, and for a moment I felt envious of her.

Not long after, Peter grabbed my head once more, but this time he pushed me back until my lips were wrapped around the tip of his cock, and then he came.

Jet after jet of warm cum filled my mouth as he moaned softly above me, and after a full minute, it finally stopped.

Panting and out of breath, Peter finally released me as he collapsed onto his seat and I did my best not to spill any of his cum. It tasted slightly salty and bleachy like it usually did, and though it still sounded strange when I thought about it, I loved the taste.

I also loved the feeling of it oozing over my tongue as I played with it, though I knew I had something to do.

After tilting my head back, I opened my mouth and I showed it to him, and after he nodded, I closed my mouth and I swallowed it all. After it was gone I opened my mouth once more and I showed him, though the taste lingered behind.

Satisfied, Peter smiled at me and as he did, I felt a strange sense of pride.

But as I returned to my position next to him, I realized the show was over.

Disappointed I looked around, hoping that at least someone had been looking at me, but like before, everybody's attention was on the stage.

We stayed like that for a while, just watching a few more shows, though none felt as powerful as the first one, at least to me.

Then another one finished, and Peter looked at me before he got up.

"Time to go, my puppy." he said as he pulled from my leash.

But despite my earlier promise, I wasn't ready to leave, at least not yet.

"I... I want to stay... Master... please?" I asked him almost shyly.

Peter looked at me with a mixture of anger and surprise, and then he shook his head.

"No, what comes next... you are not ready for it yet." he said as he pulled from my leash once more.

But all I had heard was him calling me a child. Suddenly I felt my blood boiling inside of me and I looked into his eyes.

"I am staying, don't treat me like a child..." I said angrily.

But just as I did, I realized my mistake and I swallowed nervously.

Peter didn't answer me at first. Instead, he just looked at me as fire started burning behind his eyes. Then he leaned closer to me and he took a deep breath.

"You are a child... you are only 14 years old, Sarah." he said, his voice almost seething.

Then he stood up and he looked around us as I cowered on the floor.

"As you wish. You want to stay, you will stay, but you have no idea what you are getting into." he said after a few seconds.

After that, he looked at me and he shook his head before he took a seat once again.

Terrified, I realized my mistake and I prayed for my punishment not to be too harsh, though I knew my chances already.

Peter ordered another Scotch and then he drank it in one go. I tried to distract myself by watching the next show, but I just couldn't.

Not long after, though, a woman came to our table and she stopped next to Peter. She was completely naked, though she moved with confidence.

"Hello Sir, I am sorry to bother you, but we are looking for volunteers for the next show, would you be interested in signing in your slave?" she asked him.

I had tried to act as if I hadn't heard, but the moment she called me a slave I gasped softly and I felt both their eyes on the back of my head.

Peter chuckled softly and then he caressed my back.

"What is the next show?" he asked, though his words sounds slurred.

"Throating, Sir..." the woman answered coldly.

Terrified, I swallowed nervously as I felt Peter's eyes on me.

The woman looked as if she wanted to add more, but before she did, Peter interrupted her.

"Uhhh, that would be fun. I don't know, though. What do you say, puppy, are you ready to play on the stage?" he asked me a moment later.

Unable to speak, I looked at him as I prayed silently for him to say no, but it was obvious he was drunk and angry.

"She is a great cock sucker, but she is still shy." he said to the woman a moment later. "Are you, puppy?"

I was terrified, but saying no would only prove him right. It would be the same as admitting I was a child, and despite my fear, I didn't want to. I was too prideful for that.

But I had never sucked another man's cock, and one thing was to be naked near him, and another on stage, where everybody would be watching me.

"What do you say, puppy? Do you dare?" Peter said a moment later, goading me.

Before I could realize what I was doing, I nodded slowly, and then the woman gave a quick nod.

Almost in slow motion, I watched as she extended her hand, and then Peter handed her my leash.

Terrified, I looked at him, hoping to find pity in his eyes. I was ready to admit I had been wrong, to beg for forgiveness, and to face my punishment for speaking out and disobeying him.

But Peter looked at me with a mixture of anger and annoyance before he looked away. After calling a waitress that was passing nearby, he asked for another Scotch, his third since we arrived.

He was drunk, I realized, and I had made a terrible mistake. Maybe it wasn't too late to back down, to tell the woman I had changed my mind, I thought in my panic, but before I could do anything, I felt her pulling hard from my leash.

Fearing she would start choking me, I did my best to follow her as she led me towards the stage.

Next to it, another four girls stood in a line as they knelt obediently on the floor.

The woman led me to the end of the line, and after unclipping my leash, she pulled my hands behind me and she locked them with a set of metal cuffs.

Terrified, I looked at the other girls but a moment later the woman returned and she started pushing us along. Soon I was climbing the stage as best as I could, though it was difficult to crawl with my hands locked behind me.

Once we were all up, she made us form another line and she ordered us to wait.

Terrified, I tried to look for Peter, but with the stage lights pointing at us, all I could see was an inky black void all around the stage.

But, even though I could see past the edge of the stage, I could definitely hear the people around us. A few of the men were whistling, while others were calling us names.

Not knowing what was supposed to happen, I looked to my side but the other girls looked even more terrified than me.

Then a man climbed onto the stage, dressed in a black suit and red tie. He was holding a microphone in his hand, and then he turned around towards us and he smiled.

"I hope everybody is having a great night so far, though I think it's pretty safe to say that this slaves are definitely not." the host said, and a moment later everybody started laughing.

"So, let's get started, shall we? Let's see... well, pretty as they are, for tonight's entertainment we will need more than them. Come on up, please." he said as he took a step to one side.

A moment later, a line of men, all naked, climbed the stage and they stopped in front of us.

The one directly in front of me was an old man, maybe in his late fifties. He was taller than Peter, with broad shoulders and a hairy chest. His hair was a light gray, and as I looked up at him, he started stroking his cock and he gave me a cruel smile.

"Hi sweet pea..." he said mockingly.

And when he did, I felt my stomach twisting inside of me as I thought of my dad. Swallowing nervously I closed my eyes and I prayed for Peter to come save me.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think we are now ready to start." the host said before the public started cheering.

"You know the rules, for the slaves, the first two to puke loose and go to the finals!" he said cheerfully as people around us applauded.

"For the men, the first two to make a girl puke get a free champagne bottle to enjoy during the rest of the show!" he added next.

This time the men, it was the men in front of us who started cheering, and as they did, I opened up my eyes and I looked into his.

He was looking at me almost with hate, and suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. I was just about to start running when I felt something warm around my feet. I looked down only to find a puddle of piss forming around them.

Horrified, I thought for a moment that I had peed myself, but when I looked next to me I saw that the girl to my right to me was trembling. Her face was almost white, and as I watched, a few last drops of piss were splattering onto the floor.

"Oh... god..." I said as I started shuddering. A second later the man grabbed my head with both hands and he twisted it toward him.

His cock, now inches from my face, looked impossibly big and just as I opened my mouth to beg for mercy, he rammed it into my mouth.

Taken by surprise, I was unprepared, and it soon became too much for me. The taste was awful and as he pulled from my head his cock moved deeper and deeper until I felt it bumping against my throat.

Suddenly, I started gagging, and though I tried to resist, I soon felt my stomach twisting painfully inside of me and I realized it was too late. I only had time to close my eyes, and then I started puking.

Burning liquid shot from my stomach and it shot around his cock and out of my nose, leaving behind a horrible burning sensation.

Then the man released me and he took a step back as he laughed at my suffering.

My puke, now mixed with my saliva, formed a slimy mixture that stuck to my mouth and my chest. I tried spitting, but it was too thick, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't wash the taste away.

It was only then that I realized what had happened, and I looked to my side with horror. All the other girls were still being throated. Some were doing better than others, but I was the first, I had lost.

As I tried to imagine what that meant, the girl that had peed herself next to me, made a wet gurgling sound, and then she started puking.

The man in front of her took a step back and he raised his hands as he roared in satisfaction, while the girl doubled over and she continued puking onto the floor in front of her.

Her vomit mixed with the piss, forming a disgusting smell, and when it was finally over, she gave me a look of pure misery and then she closed her eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our two losers!" the host announced as the rest of the men took a step back.

The three remaining girls, all looked relieved that their ordeal was over, and a moment later the same woman from before came and she led them off the stage.

Meanwhile, all I could do was close my eyes as I heard the public cheering.

As I sobbed, I felt tears streaming down my face, and though I felt miserable and terrified, I didn't know that the worst was yet to come.

A moment later the two men that had won pulled us roughly to our feet. I knew it was useless to resist, so I let him lead me towards the back, where a curtain moved away revealing a huge steel plate, covered in rust.

It was full of holes, and from a few of them, I could see hooks sticking out.

The man, enjoying himself, turned me around, and then he took the handcuffs off. Then he grabbed my neck and he shoved me against the plate. Desperate, I grabbed his hands and I tried to pull them off my neck, but it was impossible.

"You are going to behave, aren't you?" he whispered into my ear.

I could feel his breath on my neck, and as I trembled in terror, I did my best to nod.

Apparently satisfied, he finally released me, though his hand hovered in front of my neck for a few seconds before he was sure I wasn't going to move.

Then someone gave him some rope, and he took my hand and he tied it above my head. Then he did the same with my other hand and then with my feet, pulling as hard as he could from the ropes.

When he finished, I couldn't move at all and my stretched body was forming a big X. I could feel the cold steel behind me, and as I realized that I was at their mercy, I started trembling hard.

Then he returned, holding a black ball gag in one hand.

"This is going into your mouth, one way or another." he said menacingly.

I was too terrified to resist, so I opened up my mouth and he shoved it in before he locked it behind my head.

It was about the same size as the one I usually wore, so it wasn't painful, but the surface was full of deep marks and it tasted awful.

Next to me, the blonde girl had been tied in the same way right next to me.

If anything, she looked even more terrified than I, I thought, and I wondered if she knew what would happen next.

I didn't have to wait for long, though, as a moment later the host returned, along with the woman.

She was dragging a big, round wheel on a pedestal. The wheel itself was split into colored wedges, alternating in red and blue, with a single green wedge in between.

After placing it next to us, the woman jumped off the stage, and then the host turned around and he looked at us.

"Well, well, seems like we have a tough choice tonight! They both look delicious to me!" he said and once more the public started cheering. "It's time for us to choose tonight's meat!"

And as he did, I suddenly imagined all the men gang-raping me and the idea made me feel sick.

Terrified, I tried to pull from my bonds but they were too tight, and all I managed was to hurt myself.

Ignoring us, the host then turned towards the public and he looked around for a second.

"I will need another volunteer for the next part, though. Anyone?" he said laughing.

A moment later he pointed into the public and a man climbed onto the stage.

At first, I could only see his silhouette against the lights, but as he got closer and closer, I suddenly realized with horror who he was.

My dad stopped just a few feet from me, smiling coldly as he looked at my naked body.

Desperate, I tried to cover myself but it was impossible, and as tears streamed down my face I started screaming into the gag.

Terrified and humiliated, I looked at him as I felt my skin burning, only to realize that he didn't know it was me.

The mask, I thought euphorically. I was still wearing the mask Peter had given me, and with it, he couldn't see my whole face.

Thankful of that small mercy, I closed my eyes and I waited for whatever came next, praying for it to be over quickly.

"Take this." the host told him a moment later. "You have to pin one on each of them."

As he did, I opened up my eyes once more and I saw my dad looking at us.

He was holding two long metal pins with fabric flags on them. One was red, and the other blue, and then I realized what the wheel was for.

Meanwhile, my dad was looking at us, clearly undecided.

He was enjoying himself, though, as I could see him smiling, and soon I could see his cock pushing against his pants, a sight that made me feel sick to my stomach.

Then he smiled, and he pointed at us before he started signing.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe." he said as I watched in horror.

"Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe." he continued, ignoring my terrified cries.

Finally, he pointed at the blond girl and he walked towards her. After grabbing her nipple, he pulled hard, stretching it painfully as the girl cried from the pain, and then he jammed the red pin into it.

After he released her, he looked at me and then he gave me a twisted smile.

He grabbed my nipple and he pulled, stretching it until I was biting on the gag from the agony, and then he jammed the blue pin into the tender flesh of my breast.

"You are very pretty..." he said as he leaned closer to me until I could smell his drunken breath on my face.

Horrified, I could only look as my dad took a step back, and then he looked at me with lust in his eyes.

The host then stopped next to him, and he patted my dad on his back before he motioned for him to get off the stage. But my dad looked at us and then he whispered something to the host that I couldn't hear.

The host looked at us for a moment and then he nodded enthusiastically.

I swallowed nervously and then I watched as my dad walked towards me once more.

Without warning, he pushed his fingers into my cunt, and after twisting them, he pulled them out and he held them in front of his face.

"The slut is wet, look!" he said a moment later.

The public started cheering almost instantly, and drunk on power, my dad looked into my eyes and then he licked his fingers clean as I felt my skin crawling with disgust.

Completely defeated, I slumped from my bonds as I kept sobbing.

"Delicious!" I heard him saying out loud before he finally jumped off the stage.

As he did, I pulled from my bonds once more in a last, desperate attempt to escape, but there was nothing I could do.

Defeated, I watched as the host moved towards the wheel, and then I suddenly realized that if I lost, my dad would probably be among the men raping me.

Then the host looked at us and he grabbed the wheel with one hand before he smiled warmly.

"Ready?" he asked mockingly before he pulled hard from it.

Unable to resist, I looked as the wheel started spinning.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and though I felt pity for the girl next to me, I was praying for her to lose.

Suddenly the world seemed to slow down as I watched the wheel spin. It was dizzying, and soon I felt sick to my stomach, but I couldn't look away. I was terrified and the tension was driving me crazy.

After what felt like an eternity, though, the wheel started to slow down and I could make out the individual colors once again.

And the slower it spun, the harder it became to watch until my heart would simply stop every time it passed over a blue wedge, and I felt I would die.

Then, all of a sudden the wheel finally stopped, and I had to shake my head a few times until I was sure of what I was seeing.

It's red, I thought to myself.

Delirious with joy, I collapsed from my bond as I started screaming. The world blurred as tears flooded my eyes, but I could still see the girl next to me as she looked blankly at the wheel.

She looked shocked, and I felt horrible for her. I didn't wish her to be raped, but if I had to choose between her and me, I had no choice.

"Ladies and gentleman, give a loud applause to tonight's meat!" he host said, and thunderous applause followed, making me jump in fear.

Then, to my surprise, another man climbed onto the stage, making me freeze with fear.

He was wearing black pants, a black shirt, black shoes, and on top of that, a black apron that hung from his shoulders.

To his right side, though, there was a leather holster, holding what could only be a set of knives.

Terrified, I watched as he pulled one of the knives, a small and pointy one, and then he started honing it with a long steel rod. The sound it made sent shivers down my back, and as I watched, I started shaking my head in horror.

It was then that I realized that they weren't going to rape her. And that meat, for them, meant something much worse.

The girl, upon hearing him approach, finally looked up and she started screaming desperately as she trembled.

As horrible as it was to watch, the knowledge that there was nothing I could do to stop it, made it even worse.

Without saying a single word, the man stopped in front of her and then he looked up and down at what was now his prey.

He looked serious, almost concerned, and then he moved the knife towards her belly, stopping when the tip reached just under her ribs.

"Easseee.... easeeeee..." I started mumbling through my gag over and over again, praying for him to let her go, but he didn't.

Instead, he looked at her eyes, and then he plunged the knife into her flesh.

The moment he did I stopped breathing and my eyes froze in place. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't and instead, I was forced to watch the grisly scene.

As the blade disappeared inside of her, blood started dripping down her belly and between her legs, and the girl made a short, muffled cry before she froze in place.

Then the man smiled quickly to himself and he started working quickly.

Without hesitation, he dragged the tip of the knife down, slitting her belly open.

I watched in horror as her entrails slumped halfway out of her body, and then he simply shoved his hand inside her and he ripped them out, using the knife the cut away anything that stuck to her.

A moment later blood started pouring out of her mouth and around her gag as her eyes became unfocused.

My stomach started twisting inside of me as I heard the wet, meaty sound of her entrails falling on the floor, and a moment later I almost started puking again.

After he had gutted her, he took a step back, admiring his work before he looked towards the public.

It took me a second to realize that they were cheering, something that made my blood freeze inside of me.

The girl, despite the agonizing pain she must have been in, was still alive. I could hear wet gurgles coming from her as she tried to breathe, though by then it was obvious that she had little time left.

A feeling of helplessness washed over me as the man returned to her, and then he grabbed her hair and he pulled up.

The girl looked up, obviously disoriented, and then her eyes found mine. She looked sad and tired, and as I shook my head in denial, the man ran the knife across her neck, slitting it open.

Blood started pouring out of the cut almost instantly, dripping down her chest as a horrible, wet gurgling sound filled the air. She gave one last, desperate struggle, but it was too late.

A moment later she slumped from the ropes and she stopped struggling.

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound drowned everything around me, and as I watched, unable to do anything to help her, she finally died.

Paralyzed with horror, I watched as she stopped bleeding and her skin became pale and waxy.

Then the man returned and after grabbing a long knife from his holster, he started sawing at her neck.

With surprising ease, he severed her head, and then he held it up by her hair before he showed it to the public. Thankfully, all I could hear was that high-pitched whine, and I didn't have to listen to them cheering at the horrible scene.

After placing her head on the floor, he then shoved the knife under her ribs. With practiced ease, he pulled out her lungs and her heart, and after throwing them away, he cut her feet and her hands, leaving behind an almost unrecognizable carcass.

I felt sick, and as I watched him working, I almost started puking again, something that I was desperate to avoid, as with the gag on I would probably choke on my own vomit.

Finally, after he cut her last hand, he pulled the carcass from the ropes and he picked it up with ease, and after throwing it onto his shoulder, he took it off stage.

A moment later the host looked at me and as he smiled, he said something. I couldn't hear what he said, though, but a moment later the lights went off, and as I slumped from my bonds, I closed my eyes and I started sobbing.

It's over, I told myself.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, but suddenly I felt hands touching me and I exploded in panic.

Despite being tied, I started struggling once more, though it was useless.

"Stop! It's me... relax... please..." I heard Peter saying.

And despite everything that had happened, how scared I still was, I obeyed him.

Once I calmed down, he started untying me, first my feet and then my hands. As he did, I started to fall forward but he caught me quickly, and after picking me up as if I were a little child, he carried me away as I buried my head against his chest.

By the time I managed to open my eyes again, we were approaching the car.

Peter opened the door with one hand and then he slipped me into the passenger seat before he took the gag off my mouth.

I was exhausted, but as I looked at his face something snapped inside of me and I started screaming and flailing at him. I don't know what I saw in his face, but whatever it was, it sent me over the edge.

Peter looked terrified, and though he tried to grab my arms, he failed miserably. It was then that he slapped me, rocking my head against the seat, and snapping me back into reality.

Just as quickly as I started, I suddenly stopped and I slumped into the seat as the last of my strength drained away.

"I almost... died..." I whispered as I looked at my feet.

"You didn't, you are alive..." Peter said a moment later, through his voice was full of fear.

"She didn't... they... they killed her... she is dead..." I said a moment later.

As just as I did, I suddenly remembered that it had been Peter who brought me to the club and I started panicking once more.

"You brought me here... you wanted... you wanted me to be... to be in her place!" I started screaming once more as I tried to get away from him.

But this time Peter managed to grab my hand and as he pulled them together he pressed me against the seat before he knelt on the floor next to me.

"No! I didn't, remember? It was you! I wanted us to go, and you insisted we stay! Please, remember..." he pleaded.

And though it took some time, I did remember, and as I did I collapsed once more.

When Peter released me, I buried my face in my hands and I started crying as I realized it had all been my fault.

"You wanted to stay... and I let you, I shouldn't have... but I was angry... and I thought that you would never loose, and after you got off stage we would leave and... I had no idea what was going to happen after... I was stupid..." Peter said a moment later.

To me, he had always been strong and confident, and seeing him afraid was horrible.

"I had no idea your dad was in the club either, you have to believe me." he said a moment later.

And as he did, I looked at him and after whipping my nose with the back of my hand I nodded weakly.

"You swear?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes." he said before he stood up. "I never wanted anything bad to happen to you..."

I fucked up, I thought. I had behaved like a petty child and I almost got myself killed in the process. Suddenly I felt ashamed, and as I looked at him, I started sobbing again.

"I am sorry... I'm so... stupid... I'm sorry..." I said a moment later.

Peter looked uncomfortably at me, and then he patted my back a few times before he turned around.

"I will pick up your clothes and then we can go." he said before he left.

Nodding tiredly, I pulled the door closed, and then I looked down at my chest. I was still wearing the pin on my breast, I noticed.

Shuddering, I pulled it out, and then I dropped it into the ashtray as I watched the wound bleeding, though thankfully not much.

But as I tried to wipe it away, I suddenly realized that my whole chest was covered in tiny blood droplets.

Gasping in shock, I closed my eyes and I saw the moment when he cut her throat. It was her blood, I realized, and the idea made my skin crawl.

I cleaned myself as best as I could using the tissues in the glove box, but all I managed was to spread it around. Then Peter climbed into the car and after giving me my clothes back, he drove off.

Peter was silent, something I was thankful for, but after a while, I looked at him, and then I cleared my throat.

"Do... do you know her name?" I asked him, but he simply shook his head.

Disappointed, I looked outside and I lost myself in the dark streets for a while, until something else occurred to me.

"What... what will happen with her body?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper.

This time Peter looked at me and then he held my gaze for a moment.

"Oh...." I said as I suddenly realized the answer.

They were going to eat her. She was meat, after all, I thought coldly as I saw the man carrying her body away in my mind.

And as I did I started crying once more as I wondered what her life had been. What she liked and what she didn't, what she wanted to be when she grew older, what her family had been like.

Depressed, I closed my eyes and I tried to push it all away, to forget what had happened, but it was impossible.

Then the car stopped and I opened my eyes. We weren't at Peter's house, though, but mine.

I looked at him in confusion but he shook his head and then he sighed loudly.

"I think it would be better if you had some time for yourself, Sarah." he said a moment later.

Speechless, I looked at him hoping he would change his mind. I wanted to say I was sorry, to plead for him to let me stay, but instead, I nodded weakly. I slipped my dress above my head as best as I could, and then I got off the car.

It was thankfully dark outside, and after I closed the door, I ran towards the house and I disappeared inside.

By the time I closed the door, Peter was gone.

I was exhausted, but I somehow made it into my room, and after locking the door, I walked towards my mirror.

After taking off my dress, I stood in front of it for a moment, just looking at my reflection.

I was still wearing my mask and my collar, but I was otherwise completely naked. My chest and my breasts, my neck, and the lower part of my face were still red with her blood, but even without that, I was unrecognizable.

As I closed my eyes, I prayed for that to be true. For my dad to have been oblivious to the fact that the girl on the stage, the one whose breasts he had tortured, the one he had marked with a blue pin, the one he had fingered, had been his daughter.

After that, I pulled off my mask and my collar, and then I dragged myself onto the bathtub.

I slipped under the water and then I started scrubbing myself until my skin started to hurt. Then I continued some more until I became too tired for even that, and then I simply sat under the water and I started crying as I thought of her.

I stayed like that for a long time. By the time I managed to get out, the water had become cold and I was trembling uncontrollably.

Once outside, I quickly dried myself and after wrapping a towel around my body, I dropped onto the bed and I closed my eyes.

My dad would be back tomorrow, I thought, and suddenly I wondered how would I ever look into his eyes again after what he had done to me.

That night I woke just before midday, and to my horror, I realized my dad was already back home.

Back, from where I suddenly wondered. How many times had he been to that club before, while I believed he was away on a business trip? How many girls had he seen die?

Since I was trying to avoid him, I stayed in my room hoping he would ignore me, but I wasn't so lucky. He came by my room not long after I woke up, and asked me how I felt.

Without opening the door, I lied, telling him I felt a little sick and I just wanted to rest. Just listening to his voice made me feel sick to my stomach, though.

After talking to him for a while, I managed to convince him I was fine, and he left me alone.

Miraculously, I managed to stay in my room the whole day, though by the time night fell I was hungry, and I realized that I wouldn't be able to keep up with my plan forever.

The next morning, hungry and defeated, I dressed once more and I dragged myself out of my room.

My dad was making breakfast, and as I entered the kitchen, he smiled brightly.

"Hey, sweet pea! Want some pancakes?" he asked me.

But the moment I saw him, I suddenly froze in place, remembering the smile he gave me at the club. Speechless, I managed to nod and when he returned to the stove I swallowed nervously and then I sat on the kitchen table, as far from him as I could.

It really seemed like he didn't know it had been me that night, I thought, thankful for that small mercy at least.

There was still the fact that I knew, though. I could still remember the feeling of his fingers inside of me, his leering face as he looked at my naked body, and how he had tortured my breasts.

Then I opened my eyes, and suddenly my dad was standing next to me, making me jump in fright.

He was holding a plate of pancakes and a bottle of syrup, and he was watching me with concern.

"Everything okay?" he asked me as he placed the plate in front of me.

Desperate to avoid that conversation, I nodded quickly, and then I looked at the food in front of me.

All of a sudden, I wasn't really hungry, but I started eating nonetheless, hoping that my dad would leave me alone.

It worked, kind of, as he did go away, but he returned a moment later and he sat across from me before he too started eating.

And then, I realized that I completely ignored something. Yes, my dad had been there, in a club where girls like me were killed and then eaten. But it had been Peter who took me, and he knew what the place was and what happened there.

He might not have planned for me to find out, but he knew. And if he took me there, maybe not that time, but maybe the next one, he wanted me to find out.

Was I just meat for him? A toy for his pleasure and nothing more?

As I thought of that, I remembered how he had treated me the past few weeks. I had become his pet, and I shuddered at the idea that it had all been part of his plant to get me to become his. All the things he had done to me, the ways he had called me, all made sense in a sickening way.

"Are you okay, sweat pea?" I heard my dad asking me and I got scared.

"Yeah, sorry... I... I didn't hear you..." I said hurriedly as I wondered how long had he been talking to me.

"It's okay. I was just telling you that I am... I'm sorry." he said a moment later.

And as he did my heart stopped inside of me and I felt myself getting dizzy.

"What?" I said, my voice barely a whisper.

I was trembling hard, suddenly certain that my dad knew. My mouth felt dry and pasty, and as I felt my face burning with humiliation, I looked away from him.

"For not being here... I mean, these last few months have been, brutal and I haven't spent a lot of time with you. I am really sorry..." he said a moment later.

"Ah..." was all I could say as I felt my panic slowly fading away.

It took me a whole minute to recover enough for me to finally talk again.

"It's... it's okay, don't worry too much..." I said as I kept my eyes on my plate, desperate to avoid his gaze.

"Yeah, well... I have been pretty absent and I don't like that, so I was thinking, I can make it up to you, you know? Your birthday is in two weeks, maybe we can do something special then?" he asked me next.

"Yeah, sure..." I said as I nodded halfheartedly.

After I finished my breakfast, I ran up to my room once more and after locking the door behind me, I threw myself into my bed and I started sobbing softly.

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The next couple of days, my dad was away most of the time, something I was grateful for.

We said he was worried about me, and he was constantly checking on me. But I just wanted to be left alone.

I tried talking with Peter a few times, but he just ignored my messages. Even if he had answered, I didn't know what I was going to say to him.

He knew what happened at the club and yet he took me there. Maybe his plan wasn't for me to find out that time, but in the end, I was sure that had been his plan. He had been grooming me.

And I was well on my way to becoming his, I thought. I was basically his pet. He had me crawling around his house, naked and collared. He fucked me whenever he wanted, he did anything he wanted with me, and I always said yes, no matter how scary or humiliating I thought it was.

But, no matter how much I wanted to be angry with him, I couldn't.

I still loved him, and I missed my life with him, despite how crazy it sounded when I thought about it.

He cared for me, I was sure of that, even if he didn't love me back. Was the price to pay to be with him too much? To be his pet, to be used for sex like that?

The time I had spent with his had been the best of my life, and I had never been happier.

And, most important of all, he had been the only person to treat me like a woman, and not a child, even though, sometimes, I still acted like one.

It took me a while to admit it, even if only to myself, but I missed the sex too. Even the parts where he fucked me so hard that it hurt or the parts that should have been humiliating.

I just missed him, I thought.

After a while, I started thinking that maybe we could make some sort of deal. Put some limits so I could feel safe with him, that way everything could go back to the way it was before.

I also wondered what I would feel the first time I saw him again, knowing what I knew then.

But as time went by, I grew more and more desperate and I started to think that it was really over. I would never see him again, I had ruined everything.

Because in a way, I had come to believe that it had been my fault. If I hadn't acted like a child, if I hadn't disobeyed him and we had just left, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have been on stage, I wouldn't have found out that my dad was also there, I wouldn't have seen that girl dying next to me.

Days passed and turned into a week, and I became even more depressed. I would lay naked on my bed, feeling a burning desire to be with him. I needed to feel his body next to me, to feel him inside of me, to taste his cum once again.

I couldn't, though, and I couldn't even masturbate, as whenever I tried I would grow frustrated quickly and just stop.

Finally, the day of my birthday arrived, and despite his promise, my dad had to work all day. By night time, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep on the couch.

Despite everything that had happened, I still felt sorry. It wasn't his fault he had to work so much, I thought.

I stood there for a while, just watching him sleep. And as I did, I realized I was tired of thinking, of letting fear freeze me. Swallowing nervously, I looked towards the front of the house, and I made up my mind.

I rushed to my room, and after calling an Uber, I changed into a summer dress and I ran downstairs. By the time I locked the door, the car was just arriving, and I quickly jumped into it.

The drive was quiet, with only the soft sound coming from the radio to fill the air, but suddenly I realized that the driver was looking at me.

"Sorry to bother you, miss... But you look awfully sad, is everything okay?" he asked me, his voice filled with concern.

The driver was a portly man with short white hair. He might have been in his late sixties, and he looked like those people that were always smiling.

"I am okay... it's just... I have a lot in my mind..." I said, not wanting to talk.

"Ahhhh... trouble back home?" he asked me.

I really didn't want to talk, but for some reason, I looked at him and I nodded.

"I... it's my birthday..." I said without knowing why.

"Ohhh, congratulations!" he said a moment later. "Let me guess... you are... thirteen years old!"

Outraged, I looked at him and I shook my head in anger.

"I am fifteen..." I said, wondering if I really looked like a child.

Then I looked outside the car, hoping he would just leave me alone. But soon my anger faded away and I looked at him again.

"Do I really... do I look like thirteen?" I asked him, wondering what he saw when he looked at me.

"I... maybe?" he said a moment later, probably wishing he had remained quiet.

Not long after, we stopped in front of Peter's house, and I was happy to see the lights were on.

"Good night." I said before I closed the door.

Then I marched towards his door, moving quickly before I lost my courage, and once there I knocked on the door.

It took almost a full minute, but suddenly the door opened and Peter appeared on the other side.

When I saw him, my heart skipped a beat, and I almost started running away.

Peter, though, looked confused for a second and then he smiled before he took a step back and he motioned for me to enter. After closing the door, he looked at me for a second, and then he smiled warmly.

I looked at him for a moment and then I looked away as I felt my face starting to burn.

Before I could do anything, though, he headed into the living room and I followed him. He took a seat in one of the small armchairs, and I sat on the couch, opposite him.

"Hi." he said a moment later, as he smiled warmly.

"Hi." I answered back, as I tried not to start trembling.

I was terrified, and though I tried to hold his gaze, I soon realized I couldn't and I had to look away.

As I fidgeted with my dress, I tried to think about what I was going to say. I had thought of that moment for so long, came up with so many possibilities, but now that I was in front of him I was suddenly speechless.

Peter, though, looked patiently at me.

"How have you been?" he asked me as he chuckled softly.

I wanted to tell him that I had been depressed. That I missed him, and the sex we had. That I had been thinking of that very moment for way too long, that I was terrified.

But I knew I couldn't, and instead I simply lied.

"Fine... you?" I answered, almost automatically.

"Good. I... didn't expect to see you... so soon at least." he said a moment later.

"I didn't expect to be here... at all..." I said as I nervously pulled from my dress.

I wanted him to say something, to give me a starting point, but he didn't. He just looked at me as my face burned in shame, and then, when I couldn't take it anymore, I took a deep breath and I closed my eyes.

"But... I missed... you... and the... things we... you did to me..." I said, though by the end I was almost mumbling.

Peter simply chuckled, and then he leaned back into the armchair.

"Well, I missed you too..." he said a moment later, before he once again waited patiently.

I knew what I wanted to say, but the words seemed impossible to pronounce. Maybe he would just guess, I thought for a moment, it was obvious why I was there, after all. But I also knew that even if he did, he wouldn't say it.

"Can I come back?" I finally blurted as I felt my face burning with shame.

As I said, silence filled the room, until all I could hear was Peter's breathing and my own heart, beating furiously inside my chest.

"Mmmmm." he said as he took a deep breath.

Then he just waited, and though I had my eyes closed, I could feel his gaze on me until my whole body seemed to be burning.

"Maybe..." he finally said.

Then he got up and he walked around the couch until he was standing behind me.

Before I could move, he rested his hands on my shoulders. They felt heavy, and even without pushing me, I felt trapped under them.

"You know that there is no way things can go back to the way they were before. Not after you saw... after what happened at the club." he said as he sighed softly.

Unable to talk, I nodded slowly, as I knew that much at least.

"No, we can't go back to what it was before, I am afraid, and that is a real problem. If you return to me, things will have to change..." he said a moment later.

Swallowing nervously, I nodded once more.

"If you want to come back to me, you will have to become mine, forever. That means you will have to obey me without hesitation. From now on, I will decide what you eat, and if you eat, what you wear and where you sleep, how you get fucked, if you can cum or not... I think you understand what I mean, right?" he finally added.

I was too terrified to answer, though, and as time passed my mind started to wander and I traveled back to that night once more.

I could smell the girl's piss and my vomit in the air. The smell of sweat and fear from both of us as we stood spread-eagle on the stage, defenseless. I could remember every click of the wheel as it spun and that moment when it finally stopped.

When I opened my eyes once again, I brushed the tears from my eyes and I placed my hands on my thighs. I didn't want him to see me fidgeting with my dress.

"I need to know... when you took me to the club... after... after when we were in the car I asked you if... if you... I need to know if you were planning for all of that to happen..." I managed to ask after a while.

And as I waited for his answer, Peter started massaging my shoulders, and despite how terrified I was, I felt my body melting under his touch.

"I didn't. The plan was to go, watch a few shows, get you to blow me in public, and then go back home. But... you acted... like a child, and you disobeyed me. And I am afraid to admit that I had a little too much to drink, and though not an excuse, I made some very bad decisions, like letting you get on stage without knowing what would happen if you lost..." he finally said.

"However... while that is true for that... visit, if you want the truth, maybe the next time I would have, and if not the next, maybe some other time." he added a moment later.

Then, he finally released me and he sat in front of me once more.

"Now you know the truth. So... what do you say? This is your last chance, you can say yes and become mine, or you can say no, and I will accept that, but that means we will not see each other again." he said.

But my mind was suddenly blank, and I couldn't think. I waited for a few seconds, trying to come up with an answer, but it was just impossible.

Unable to speak, I finally looked up at him. He looked anxious and tense, something that seemed strange on him.

At least I now knew my options, I thought after a while, though both were equally terrifying.

If I said no, I would never see him again. My life with him would be over, and I had already experienced what life was without him.

If I said yes, I would have to submit to him. I had, of course, done most of the things he said. He already told me what to eat and what to wear. He was already controlling my orgasms, and he was the one who decided how I was going to get fucked. I was already his, in a way.

But that wasn't the problem.

What if one day he took me to the club again?

I felt ashamed to admit that I had enjoyed my time there. I had enjoyed being naked in public, sucking his cock as others watched, and the idea of being fucked by other men was incredibly arousing, but I also feared that one day I would be in the girl's place, knowing I was about to die.

Absolute submission, or losing him forever. Those were my only options.

I don't know how long I sat there, just thinking. My mind was a jumbled mess of emotions, but in the end, it all became clear.

I looked at him once more and then I swallowed nervously.

Unable to talk, I nodded slowly, and then I watched as Peter smiled, almost in relief.

"Say it." he ordered me. "Say you submit to me, that you will obey me without hesitation, and that you are mine to do as I please."

I repeated his words in my mind, over and over again, and then, just before I started, I dropped onto my knees and I looked at the floor.

"I submit to you, Master... I will obey you without hesitation... and I am... yours... to do as you please..." I finally said, and as I did, I felt myself shuddering with every word.

"Good, my puppy." he said a moment later, obviously satisfied.

"Now, explain to me why you are wearing clothes in my house?" he asked me a moment later, his voice suddenly serious and threatening.

Terrified, I shook my head, and I pulled off my clothes as fast as I could until I was completely naked.

"I am sorry, Master..." I said as I started trembling.

"Better... but... you disobeyed me at the club, you wore clothes in my house, you need to be punished." he said as he smiled.

"Yes, Master. I need to be punished..." I said almost automatically.

And as I did, could feel my body burning with fear and arousal.

"Come here, turn around." he ordered me next, while he pointed at the floor between his legs.

I crawled towards him as fast as I could, and then I turned my back towards him as I trembled hard.

Peter then grabbed my hands and he bound them tightly together using a pair of metal cuffs. They felt cold and heavy around my wrists, and as I swallowed nervously I waited for his next command.

"Turn around." he said and when I did I saw he had his cock out.

He was already hard, and as I waited, I could feel my mouth flooding with saliva at the sight of it.

"Blow me." he ordered next.

A moment later I leaned forwards and I took him into my mouth, savoring the now familiar taste of his cock as I sucked him deeper and deeper.

I felt an urgency that I had never experienced before, and as I did my best to please him, I hoped that if I did a good job he would be more lenient with my punishment.

Soon I could hear him moaning softly above me, and then he grabbed my head and he started guiding me even deeper than before. Suddenly, he pulled hard, and I felt his cock popping into my throat.

It was painful and extremely uncomfortable, but I did my best to relax and to follow his movements, even when I became desperate to breathe.

And then, as he fucked my throat, he looked into my eyes and he smiled.

"I haven't forgotten, you know. Today is your fifteenth birthday, and I think after your punishment, I will bring a friend over to help us celebrate properly, what do you say?" he said before he finally allowed me to breathe.

"Yes, Master... thank you, Master..." I managed to say in between breaths.

He had remembered, I thought as he rammed his cock into my throat once again. I was excited, of course, but I was also scared because he didn't have to say it for me to know that his friend would be fucking me too.

Peter, meanwhile, started fucking me faster and faster and as I felt his cock twitching inside my throat, I realized he was about to cum.

I prepared myself as best as I could, thinking he was going to cum in my throat like he usually did, but just before he came, he pulled back and he aimed his cock at my face.

Surprised, I barely had enough time to open my mouth, and as I did he finally came, shooting his cum on my face. By the time he was finished, my face was covered in it.

It felt hot and sticky, and as it dripped down my face, I felt strangely disappointed that he hadn't cummed in my mouth. I still didn't like when he came in my mouth, and though I wanted to clean myself, I knew I couldn't.

Instead, I knelt on the ground as I looked into his eyes while I tried to recover my breath.

"Thank you, Master..." I said as I felt my face burning brightly.

Then Peter knelt next to me and he started caressing my neck with his hand.

"You are welcome, my puppy. Now remember, don't embarrass me in front of my friend...." he said.

And as he did, I nodded quickly, terrified once again.

"Now, don't move. I will be right back." he said before he got up and then he left.

The wait, until he returned, was horrible. I could feel his cum drying on my face and then it started itching. I wanted nothing more than to be able to clean myself, but I also knew it wasn't in his plans.

Then he returned, holding a wooden sawhorse under his arms. It had a piece of angle iron bolted to the beam, forming a V that pointed up, and as I watched him set it down in the center of the room, I started trembling once more.

Peter knelt next to me once more, and he used a length of rope to tie my ankles to my thighs. He worked slowly and methodically, and as he did I could see him smiling.

Once that was done, he unlocked my cuffs and then he tied my wrists and my elbows together. Once it was done, I couldn't move them at all.

The ropes were tight, though, and soon I could feel my hands and feet tingling as the rope cut off the blood flow to them, something that worried me.

Peter, though, stood up and then he looked at me. He looked satisfied, and a moment later he turned around to look at the sawhorse, and then he nodded to himself.

"Are you ready?" he asked me a moment later.

Terrified as I was and even though I didn't even know what awaited me, I nodded slowly.

Then he leaned down and he picked me up before he carried me to the sawhorse.

As I trembled in fear, he held me over the beam, with my legs at either side of the beam, and then he lowered me until I was sitting on the angle iron.

I winced almost instantly, at first from the cold iron touching my sex, and then when I felt my whole weight resting on my crotch.

Desperate, to escape, I clamped my thighs as hard as I could, and though I managed to lessen the pressure a little, I quickly realized that I wasn't going to be able to do that for long.

Almost desperate, I looked at Peter, pleading silently for his mercy, but I found none.

Instead, he took a deep breath, and after one last look, he simply turned around and he left.

As he disappeared, I looked around in panic, trying to find anything that would help, but there was nothing in reach.

Closing my eyes, I tried to relax my body as I squeezed my thighs as hard as I could. It helped, but I soon became tired and then my legs started to cramp painfully.

Defeated, I had no choice but to let go, and when I did my whole weight rested on my crotch once more.

At first, it wasn't so bad, I told myself. It hurt, but I could manage it. But as time went on my cunt started tingling painfully and then my ass. Soon I could feel my clit being crushed under me and not long after that tingling sensation became an agony.

I tried my best to keep my hips up, desperate to escape the pain, but it was a losing battle and soon I became too weak to even try.

As the pain increased, I started sweating until my whole body became soaked, and finally, as my agony overcame me, I started sobbing weakly.

Time seemed to slow down and I started praying for Peter to return, but he didn't. Desperate, and as I felt myself drowning in pain, I closed my eyes.

"I am sorry, Master... I deserve this..." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Thinking became impossible, and all I could feel was pain. I was moaning loudly, my body ached horribly and I was dripping with sweat. Soon I couldn't even talk, and my prayers became muddled and incomprehensible.

In my agony, I started fearing my body would just split in two and the idea filled me with renewed horror.

Soon I lost all sense of time, and my whole existence became pain. I don't know how long I stayed like that. It could have been minutes or hours, but it didn't really matter, I knew I deserved it.

And then, finally, after what had felt like an eternity, I opened up my eyes and I saw Peter.

He was standing next to me, looking concerned.

"I am sorry..." I mumbled as spit dribbled down my chest.

"Shhhhh..." was his only response.

Then I felt his arms around me and he lifted me into the air before he carried me carefully to the couch.

It was over, I thought euphorically, but I was wrong.

A moment later blood rushed back to my crotch and I discovered a new level of agony. I started screaming hoarsely while Peter held me down, and I only stopped when my throat became too raw to continue.

It's too much, I thought, fearing that my heart would just give up.

But it didn't, and after another eternity the pain started to fade away, leaving behind a dull, tingling sensation between my legs.

When I opened my eyes I saw Peter once more, hovering over me.

He looked worried, and that made me feel bad. I wanted to tell him I was fine, but I couldn't. My throat hurt, and my mouth was bone dry.

"Shhhh..." he said once more and then he finally released me.

A moment later he untied me, and as blood rushed to my arms and legs it hurt too, but nothing compared to the agony I had felt before.

Once I was free, I curled up into a ball and I just laid on the couch, enjoying the cold sensation under my body.

"You did well..." I heard Peter whispering into my ear a moment later. "I am very proud of you."

And as I heard him saying those words, I smiled with pride.

"Thank you, Master." I said, my voice barely audible.

And as I did, I thought to myself that I was his, fully his, and though the idea was terrifying, it also filled me with joy.

"Rest, you have a long night ahead of you, my puppy." he said a moment later as he caressed my hair.

Too tired to speak, I simply nodded, and then I was gone.

----

When I finally woke up, I saw Peter standing next to me.

He locked exited, and as I pushed myself up from the couch, I moaned softly. My whole body ached, but worse of all was the pain coming from between my legs.

It was then that I remembered the sawhorse, and just thinking about it made me start trembling hard. Terrified, I looked around the room, but it wasn't there. Peter must have taken it away while I slept, I thought.

Then Peter raised his hand and he showed me what looked like a complicated leather strap. I had no idea what it was for, but the sight of it sent shivers down my back.

"Time to get you ready." he said as he knelt in front of me. "Open up your mouth."

And without hesitation, I did as he told me.

A moment later he pushed a metal ring into my mouth. It was so big that he had to force my jaw open, and once it was in, it kept it painfully locked in place.

Then he grabbed the rest of the straps and used them to secure the ring in place. One went under my chin, another behind my head, and finally a third up and around my head.

Once that was done, the ring in my mouth was impossible to push out, and it kept my mouth open and accessible.

After checking it, he looked into my eyes and he smiled in satisfaction before he pulled out what was obvious a blindfold made out of leather out of his pocket. A moment later he clipped it to the straps at either side of my head using a couple of snap buttons, blocking my vision completely.

Finally, he pulled a set of cuffs from his other pocket, and after closing them around my wrists, he gave them a firm tug to check if they were secure.

Without saying another word, I heard him getting up and then he left me there on the floor.

Once he was gone I took my hands to my face and I ran my fingers along the straps.

The blindfold covered most of my face, I realized, thankful for the fact that whoever his friend was, he wouldn't be able to recognize me.

The ring, though, was a different matter, as I didn't have to be told what its purpose was. And worse of all, since I couldn't close my mouth, I couldn't swallow, and soon I was drooling onto my chest and my legs.

I was anxious and afraid, but I couldn't deny the fact I was also aroused. As my mind started wandering, I wondered what it would feel to fuck another man, as Peter was the only one I had been with. Maybe I knew him, I thought a moment later, and the idea made me shudder with lust.

I didn't have to wait for long, though, as a couple of minutes later I heard a knock on the door and then footsteps as Peter headed towards it.

A moment later I heard Peter's voice as he greeted someone and then he started talking, but I couldn't hear the other man's voice.

Frustrated, I tried to calm down, but suddenly I could hear the two men approaching and I became terrified.



And as fear overcame me, I wanted to cover myself. I wasn't ready for another man to see me naked. But I knew I couldn't, so instead, I rested my hands on my thighs as I tried very hard not to move.

Their footsteps became louder and louder, until suddenly they stopped, right in front of me. I held my breath as I imagined them watching me, and then I felt Peter's breath on my neck.

"Don't be afraid..." he whispered before he took a step back.

Then, just as he moved back, I heard the man moving. He started walking around me as he hummed happily, and then without warning, I felt his fingers brushing my back and my head and I couldn't stop myself from jumping in fear.

Behind me, the man chuckled softly before he continued walking.

I was even more terrified than before, but I was also incredibly aroused, and I could feel my juices dripping between my legs as I tried to stay still.

Then, I heard leather creaking as he sat on the couch behind me.

"Puppy, this is a very special friend of mine, and also a guest in this house. You will serve him like you would me, is that clear?" Peter asked me a moment later.

Unable to talk, I nodded slowly, already imagining what he meant by that, and then Peter laughed softly.

"Isn't that right, John?" he said as I felt my blood freezing inside of me.

It couldn't be, I told myself as I tried to stay perfectly still.

"Well, I can't say no to that offer..." my dad said, his voice unmistakable.

Horrified, I felt the urge to cover myself. But I knew the price of disobedience by then, and no matter how much I wanted to, I simply couldn't.

Unable to breathe, I tensed my body as I prayed for my dad not to realize my identity. What if he found out? What would he think of me? I felt terrified and deeply humiliated by the fact that I was naked in front of him, but the idea of him finding out it was me was even worse.

Then I heard my dad chuckling softly behind me.

"Come, don't be shy. Show me what you can do... Peter said a lot of things about you." he said as I heard him opening his pants.

It took me a few moments to react, as at first, I couldn't believe it was actually happening, but once more, I remembered Peter's words and I simply couldn't disobey.

I did my best to find my dad as I crawled blindingly, and once I found his feet, I followed them up as I knelt between his legs.

He had pulled his pants down, and I could feel his bare legs under my hands.

I was trembling hard by then, and as I tried to gather my courage, he chuckled softly once more.

"Don't be afraid, I don't bite..." he said a moment later.

Almost automatically, I nodded, and then I finally grabbed his cock.

He was already hard, and though his cock was shorter than Peter's, it was a bit thicker. I pumped it a few times, and then, before I could lose my nerve, I swallowed it into my mouth.

The moment my father's cock touched my tongue I felt my skin crawling, but I continued nonetheless. His cock tasted clean, at least, like soap, and as I took him deep into my mouth I did my best to pleasure him.

The ring made it harder than usual, but my dad wasn't too worried, though, as above me he started moaning loudly with lust.

Then he grabbed my head and he started guiding me, just as Peter always did.

I tried my best to relax as a moment later his fingers dug into my skull and he pulled me deeper and deeper until I could feel his cock bumping against my throat.

Despite my efforts, I was soon gagging, but despite that, he persevered, and as he continued fucking my mouth, my saliva started dripping down his balls and onto the couch.

Terrified that I was going to start vomiting, I closed my eyes and concentrated on relaxing my throat, and a minute later he finally managed to push his way into it.

"Fuck that feels good... so tight..." he moaned as he held me in place while my lungs started burning for air.

Then, he released me and I pulled back, desperate to breathe.

A slimy mixture of saliva and my father's precum dripped out of my mouth and down my chest, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Instead, I buried my head between his legs, and after sucking on his balls while I tried to recover my breath, I took him into my mouth once again.

This time, my dad seemed satisfied with letting me do all the work, though, and I soon fell into a rhythm that seemed to please him.

"I must say... she is very well trained..." my dad said not long after.

"Yeah... she is special." Peter answered a moment later.

And then, the two men laughed and I felt my face burning in humiliation as I sucked on my father's cock.

"I think... its time I fucked her, though..." my dad said a moment later.

And as he did, he grabbed my hair and he pulled me back. His cock left my mouth with a loud pop and then I tried to recover my breath once more.

"Get on all fours..." my dad ordered me a moment later.

Terrified, I did as he said, turning around until I was pointing my ass at him, and then I waited in trepidation.

"Fuck she is wet..." he said a moment later as my face burned even brighter than before.

Then I froze once more as I felt him rubbing his cock over my cunt and before I could do anything, he rammed himself into me in one swift thrust.

As his cock stretched my cunt, I couldn't stop myself from moaning with lust. And though I was too ashamed to admit it, I was also too aroused to deny it., and suddenly all I could think of was his cock as it moved in me.

My dad though, wasted no time and a moment later he was fucking me roughly as I moaned under him. From time to time he would slap my ass, until it started burning and then he suddenly stopped and he pulled out, leaving me gasping for more.

But he hadn't cummed, I thought just before I felt his cock pushing against my asshole.

Knowing all too well that if I tried to resist, it would only make it more painful, I did my best to relax and soon I felt the tip of his cock disappearing inside of me as a jolt of pain ran down my back.

Wasting no time, he started fucking me once more, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust, and soon the pain faded away and I started moaning with lust.

Lost in the sensation, I didn't notice Peter moving in front of me.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and after pulling from it, he shoved his cock into my mouth.

Once more, I did my best to suck his cock, but it wasn't easy as with every thrust my dad would push me against him until I started choking.

Despite that, soon I managed to find a rhythm that allowed me to suck his cock without choking.

Trapped between the two, there was little I could do but endure, though it didn't last for long. A moment later my dad pulled out of my ass without warning and then he stood up.

"Want to double team her?" he asked Peter, who agreed enthusiastically.

Terrified, I heard as Peter laid on the floor next to me, and then my dad picked me up and he lowered me onto Peter's cock.

His cock slipped into my cunt with ease, and then my dad pushed my head down before he knelt behind me.

Before I could do anything, he forced himself back into my asshole and suddenly they both started fucking me at the same time.

A long, wailing scream escaped from me. I was trapped between them and as their cocks pumped in and out of my body, I felt a sensation of fullness that I had never experienced before.

It soon became too much, and I feared I would lose control and cum even though I knew I couldn't.

Just a minute later, though, Peter started grunting, and then he came, filling my cunt with his seed before he slipped from under me and he left my dad fucking my ass.

A moment later, my dad pulled out of my ass once again, and then he threw me to the floor before he started pumping his cock in front of my face.

I could smell my own bowels on his cock, and though I was repulsed by the idea, I had no way to stop him.

A moment later, as I laid frozen under him, he finally came and he shot his cum all over my face.

Panting and out of breath, I stood perfectly still as I felt him wiping his cock on my chin. Then he got up and he left me laying on the floor.

With my father's cum drying on my face, and Peter's dripping out of my cunt, I listed as the two men congratulated each other.

I heard a couple of beers being popped and then I heard Peter sitting on the couch as my dad sat on the armchair.

Ignoring me, they started talking about my dad's work and Peter's travel as I just laid on the floor.

I was still incredibly aroused, and for a moment I fantasized about the idea of just playing with my cunt in front of them. I didn't though, not wanting to be punished again.

I was ashamed to admit it, but I wished they could have fucked me longer. I was still afraid my dad would find it was me, but it was obvious by then that he didn't know.

It was also the first time since that night he took me to the club where I had sex and after so long I was burning for release. If not for the fresh memory of my last punishment in my mind, I would have lost control a long time ago.

Then, something seemed to change and I turned my attention to their conversation. They were silent for a moment and then my dad swallowed nervously.

"Hey... do you... remember the club we used to go? Way back when we first met?" my dad asked Peter.

"Yeah... I do." Peter answered, as his voice went from relaxed to attentive.

"I... I went back, a couple of weeks ago. I hadn't been there... well, in 15 years, more or less. I didn't even now it was still open. It was... wild. It changed, but it was also... the same place. Really wild..." he said a moment later, his voice full of longing.

"Yeah." was Peter's only answer.

"Have you gone back?" my dad asked him a moment later.

"I never stopped going, though sometimes I go more often than others." Peter answered as I started trembling softly.

Silence fell between them as I held my breath.

"I saw you, a couple of weeks ago. I was there." Peter added a moment later.

"Really? Why didn't you say anything?" my dad asked him in return.

Peter took a moment to answer, and as he did, I feared he might tell my dad the truth.

"It just... didn't seem like the right moment..." he finally said.

"Ahh... yeah." my dad answered.

I could hear my dad was getting uncomfortable as if there were something that he wanted to say but he didn't dare to.

As they both kept drinking, I tried to relax, but it was almost impossible.

Then my dad cleared his throat and then he set his bottle on the floor.

"I have... this has nothing to do with the club, but I have been very tense lately. I have too much work and I am never home. My relationship with Sarah... well, it was never great, but we always got along, you know?" he said after a while as I tensed once more.

"Now... I am never home, and when I am, I get the feeling she wants to be somewhere else. She tells me she spends most of her time with some of her girlfriends... I don't know... I get the feeling she is lying..." he added.

And as he did I started trembling once more, sure that my dad was going to pull out my mask at any moment.

"She is just a child, you know, I want her to be safe, but... it's hard to... put limits..." he finally added.

And then I heard Peter leaning closer to me before he chuckled softly.

"Well, if you want my opinion, limits never work. Especially since Sarah is not a child anymore. She is fifteen man, a young woman, and as such, she will want to explore the world on her own. Make her own decision. That sort of thing..." Peter answered a moment later.

"Yeah... that... it's her birthday today, we were supposed to do something especial and I fell asleep. When I woke up she was gone... I have no idea where she went... I really shouldn't be... here, you know?" my dad answered.

"Yeah, probably." Peter said.

And as he did, I could imagine him laughing as he told my dad I was right there on the floor.

Then I heard my dad taking a long swig from his beer once more and then he stood up.

He walked towards me and then he knelt on the floor before he flipped me over without saying a single word. Once I was laying on my back, he pushed my legs open and he rammed himself into my cunt.

I was still aroused, but even so, it hurt.

And then, as he started fucking me, I suddenly remembered that he had just fucked my asshole and I felt my skin crawling with disgust as I realized that he hadn't cleaned himself.

There was nothing I could do, though, but lay on the floor as he fucked me harder and harder.

But despite the pain, I was soon moaning loudly into the air as my body burned with lust. Desperate not to cum, I tried my best to resist, but it wasn't easy.

My dad, though, seemed to become rougher with every thrust, and soon he was pulling from my nipples as he had done on the stage. This time, the feeling only added to my growing arousal.

Once more, I did my best to resist, but soon I felt my body becoming hotter and hotter as my lust started burning out of control inside of me.

Then, I heard Peter moving and he knelt next to me.

"You can cum." he whispered a moment later.

And despite how wrong the idea of cumming as my dad fucked me felt, I looked in his direction and I nodded eagerly.

Since I didn't need to resist any longer, I relaxed my body as I held my breath. I could feel my father's cock filling my cunt as it twitched in anticipation.

And then, just a moment later, I felt my body exploding and before I knew what was happening, I came. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me until I felt I was drowning in it. As I did, my dad never stopped fucking me, which only prolonged my orgasm.

Finally, as my orgasm started to fade and the world around me slowly returned, I felt Peter's hand on my face, and before I could realize what he was doing, he pulled my blindfold off.

My eyes shot open just in time to watch my dad realize it was me he was fucking.

Suddenly, he froze in place as horror bloomed inside me. I felt humiliated and ashamed. Then my dad started grunting, I felt his cock twitching and he came inside of my cunt, just as Peter had done before.

Unable to hold his gaze any longer, I looked away, waiting for his anger to explode.

But when a few seconds passed and he didn't, I looked at him once more.

He looked more surprised than angry, and as I looked into his eyes, he pulled out of my cunt, and after whipping the tip of his cock on my thighs, he stood up and he grabbed his beer from the couch.

"Mmmmm..." he said as he stared blankly at me.

I was humiliated, and as my face burned a bright red all I could think of, was to get up and run away. I didn't though.

Instead, I just laid on the floor as my dad's cum dripped out of my gaping cunt while my body burned for more.

"You should have told me..." my dad said a moment later as he looked at Peter.

"Maybe..." Peter answered as he gave him a wry smile. "I thought you might enjoy the surprise more, though."

My dad then looked at me and he took one last sip from his beer before he left it on the coffee table.

"Yeah..." he said as he stood up and he walked towards me once more.

The two men towered at either side of me, watching me with open lust as I trembled with fear on the floor.

"When did this start?" my dad asked Peter as his eyes roamed all over my body, making me blush even harder than before.

"Since Mexico, after you got sick..." Peter answered.

Then my dad looked at me silently for a minute and I could see his mind running behind his eyes. Now he knew what I did when I wasn't around and why I had been behaving so strangely these past months.

"Is she yours? Like you said?" he asked Peter.

"Are you mine, puppy?" Peter asked me a moment later.

And as I felt their eyes on me, I nodded quickly.

"Eeeessss, aaaseerrrrr..." I mumbled through the gag.

My dad nodded slowly and then he took a deep breath and then he ran his fingers along his hair.

"I... I have to admit that I didn't expect you to go down this path... especially so young... but I... well, you are your mother's daughter after all." my dad told me a moment later.

As he said that, I looked at him in surprise, as my mom had left us when I was a baby. Or that is what he had always told me, of course, and now I realized that had all been a lie.

"Fuck... I would have never pushed you into it... I want to make that clear... You are my daughter, I would never... do that... but I didn't, did I?" he added.

Suddenly, I needed to talk and I looked into Peter's eyes, searching for pity.

He looked at me for a moment, and then he nodded. I managed to kneel between them and then Peter undid the straps holding the ring gag in place. My jaw felt stiff and sore when he pulled it out, but after stretching it a bit, I looked at my dad.

"You are not angry?" I managed to ask him.

My dad looked at me with confusion, and then his face filled with lust once more.

"No... I... I am surprised, but I am not." he said as he looked at Peter for a second.

"I... this will sound strange, but I don't see you as my daughter. Not now at least, all I see is Peter's property, kneeling on the ground with my cum dripping down between her legs." he answered as I felt a shudder running down my back.

"You are his submissive, his property, and as long as I wasn't the one that drove you to that... I thought I would feel guilty or protective because you are also my daughter, but I don't." he said as he smiled.

He stood silently for a moment, just looking at me. He was obviously aroused, I thought, and a few minutes later he got hard again and his cock pointed towards me.

"If anything, I want to fuck you again..." he added, as he licked his lips hungrily.

Suddenly I felt a wave of relief washing over me. He wasn't angry at me and that feeling of shame slowly faded away until it was replaced with lust.

I looked at my dad's cock with hunger, and before he could say anything, I crawled towards him, and then I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of my cunt as my body burned brightly.

After that, Peter left to pour himself a drink while my dad pushed me onto my hands and knees. He slapped my ass hard, and then he rammed himself into my asshole once again.

They took turns fucking me long after midnight, and by the end, each of them had managed to cum at least a couple of times more.

Just before my dad left, they fucked me together one last time, and as they were about to cum, they pulled out of my cunt and my asshole and then stood around me. A moment later they finally came as they aimed their cocks at my face.

I knelt between them, breathing heavily as I felt their cum, coating my face until it became a mess and it started dripping down onto my breasts and my thighs.

I wasn't allowed to cum again, though, but it didn't really matter. I had my birthday present after all.

----

After they finished fucking me, I was too tired to pay attention to their conversation.

All I could do was lay on the floor as I felt their cum drying on my face, something that I found strangely arousing.

I wanted to play with myself, to cum one more time, but I didn't. I didn't want to fail Peter again.

Then Peter came back into the living room after my dad was gone, and he picked me up with ease. He carried me to his room, but instead of dropping me on the bed, he lowered me onto the floor, just in front of it.

Before I could even lift my head, he cuffed my legs to the bed and then he stood up.

I wanted to sleep with him, though, and as I looked into his eyes, searching for pity, he simply smiled.

"You need a shower, my puppy... but not tonight." he said before I nodded in disappointment.

Then I rested my head on my arms and I curled into a ball, and a few minutes later I was already asleep.

After that night, my dad and Peter made some sort of arrangement and I moved in with him permanently.

After all, now that my dad knew there was nothing to hide.

They didn't ask me, of course, Peter just told me that I was moving in with him and that was it. Though moving was a strange word, as I didn't have anything there except a few changes of clothes I rarely used.

Now that I was his, though, Peter made some changes. First, he installed a metal cage in his room, just big enough for me to lay inside if I curled up tight.

If I misbehaved, or if he had to leave the house, or even if he just wanted me to, I would go in there and then he would lock me inside the cage with a small padlock.

It was humiliating, as it was obviously a dog's cage, but I didn't dare to complain, of course.

Besides that, at first, things stayed the same. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes and I was only allowed to crawl. I spent my day pleasing him, or cleaning the house, or locked up.

I wasn't allowed to cum, of course, except whenever he wanted me to, but that was very rare.

Peter, though, could still make me cum whenever he wanted. All he had to do was play with my clit while he fucked me and I would lose what little control I had on my body.

It wasn't that I didn't want to cum, of course, it was that when he forced me to cum, it was so he could punish me.

Not all punishments were as brutal as the flogging, or the wooden pony, though. A few I even enjoyed, like the time he hung my feet from the ceiling and then he fucked my throat. I had been terrified at first, but in the end, after he came on my face once more, I felt a strange sense of pride that filled me with joy.

Others, I wasn't so lucky, though.

My dad started coming from time to time. Sometimes during the night, to fuck me along with Peter, and a few on his own. It still felt strange to be fucked by my dad, but after a while, that feeling completely disappeared and I started to lose myself in the sensation of his cock filling my cunt and my ass, and of the taste of his cum.

Then, one night, Peter took me to the club again.

I was terrified, and I almost ran away when he opened up the door of the car and I saw the parking lot again.

Once we were inside, he entered me into the competition and I thought I was going to die. I felt betrayed by him, and as I looked at him I started sobbing.

Peter looked at me with a smile on his face, and then he leaned next to my face.

"You are safe, even if you lose, you won't be killed tonight..." he whispered, obviously amused.

Incredulous, I looked at him for a whole minute.

"Really?" was all I managed to say as I wiped my face around the mask with the back of my hand.

"Yes. Though... if I were you I would do my best not to lose..." he added a moment later.

I nodded slowly, obviously relieved that I wasn't going to die, though still worried about what I would have to face that night.

A minute later he led me to the stage. Once there, someone cuffed my hands behind me, and then the host, the same man as before, ordered me to go up. I did as I was told, and soon I was kneeling on stage with two other girls, one at either side.

They looked terrified, and just like before, the lights pointed at us were blindingly bright, and they made it impossible to see beyond the edge of the stage.

A moment later the host climbed onto the stage and he explained the rules of the game.

There would be three competitions that night. After each, we would be awarded points depending on our result. The first would get 25 points, the second 18 points, and the third only 15.

The one with fewer points at the end would lose.

All around us, I could hear people murmuring and cheering as I did my best to stay still.

Then three men came on stage. They were naked and already hard. One of them stopped in front of me and then he gave me a cold look.

He was a young man, maybe in his early twenties. He was tall and muscular, though his cock was a bit smaller than Peter's.

Then the host looked at us and he told us that our task was to make our men cum using only our mouths. The fastest would win, of course.

That made me feel a bit more confident, though I shouldn't have.

After the competition started, I took his cock into my mouth and I started sucking him as hard as I could. I had plenty of practice with Peter and now my dad, of course, but to my dismay, after a few minutes I looked up into his eyes and he looked at me more bored than anything else.

Terrified, I redoubled my efforts, but a moment later the girl on my left started whimpering. I turned my eyes towards her just in time to see the man cumming inside her mouth.

Desperate, I looked into the eyes of the man I was blowing and I pushed myself into his cock, desperate to get him to cum.

He looked more amused than anything else, but as I felt his cock pooping into my throat, he started moaning, and not long after he finally came, shooting his cum deep into my throat.

Exhausted, I pulled back as watched him grinning above me.

Thankfully, the girl on my right hadn't managed to make his man cum, so she was the last.

The host came back onto the stage and then he awarded us with our points.

The girl on my left, the winner, got 25 points. I got 18 for my second place, and the girl on my right only got 15.

At some point, some had placed a small whiteboard next to us, and as he wrote our points down, I looked at the other girls, feeling pity for them.

Then it was time for the next challenge. A couple of waitresses dragged a big wooden pole on a base in front of each of us.

From them, at head height, there was a big black dildo. It was comically huge, longer than my arm, and even thicker than it. Someone had painted a scale on the side, going from F at the tip to an A+ at the base. I looked at it and I couldn't stop myself from laughing nervously.

Then the host pointed at us, and he explained that our task was to deepthroat the dildos. We had one minute, and the one to go the deepest would win.

Terrified, I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to tell me that it was all a joke. It was too big, there was no way I was going to managed to get it into my throat I thought, not unless I wanted to choke.

But the host simply smiled back, and a moment later he pulled out a watch from his pocket and he started counting.

Despite my fear, I was desperate to win, so I leaned forwards and I took the tip into my mouth.

It was huge, though, and my first problem was opening my mouth wide enough for the shaft to fit through. When I managed that, I sucked it deep into my mouth until it bumped into the back of my throat, but when I started gagging, I had to pull back.

Then the girl on my left started making a wet, gurgling sound and when I looked towards her I saw the dildo halfway into her mouth, her lips wrapped just over the C.

But it quickly became too much for her, and before she could pull back she started puking. Vomit shot around the dildo and out of her nose, and as she pulled back desperately, she started coughing a dark, slimy mixture of saliva and her own vomit.

Swallowing nervously, I returned my attention to my own dildo and I started sucking it deeper and deeper, desperately trying to relax my throat. When I started gagging, I stopped for a moment and then stood still, trying to get used to the sensation before I continued.

But it was too big, I thought desperately, and with the dildo halfway down my throat, it became too much and I had to pull back before I started puking.

Then the time was up and I looked at the host in panic.

I wasn't able to see how deep I went, and suddenly I feared I had lost.

The host walked around us for a moment and then he pointed at the girl on my right as the winner. I got second place again, and the girl on my left was last.

As I tried to recover my breath, he awarded us our new points, and then he stopped to look at the results.

"Ohhhh... look at that..." he said, obviously amused. "Someone is in deep trouble..."

And as he did, he looked at me and I started trembling.

Then he added all our points and I realized that I was last with 36 points, and the two other girls were tied, each with 40 points.

Then he acted as if he was doing some math in his head and he turned towards the public.

"This is getting tense!" he said as he laughed. "This slave needs to wins this challenge or she will become the looser."

And as he did, he once more pointed at me. I felt a shudder running down my back and then I looked at the whiteboard as I desperately tried to find a mistake that wasn't there.

Terrified, I looked at the other two girls. They were looking at me with a mixture of relief and pity.

Then it was time for the last challenge, and once more the three waitresses came onto the stage, and they dragged the stands away.

When they returned, they pushed us face down onto the stage and then they used another set of cuffs to lock our feet together. Finally, they pulled out feet and hands together, and then they joined the two sets of cuffs using a small metal padlock.

The position forced us to bend ourselves backward. It was painful and very restrictive.

Then they placed a set of keys in front of us, and just before they left, they slipped a blindfold over our masks.

Swallowing nervously, I waited for the host, but I already knew what I had to do.

A moment later the host told us that our final task was to free ourselves. There was no time limit, but the last one to get the two cuffs off would be the loser.

Then he gave us the signal to start and I started moving. Bound as I was, all I could do was squirm towards the key as fast as I could, but it was difficult and exhausting.

After a minute, I managed to find the keys with my shoulder, and then I moved a little further before I rolled over onto my back, hoping to grab them with my hands.

But once I rolled, I couldn't find them again, no matter how much I tried.

I started to get nervous and my hands trembled, I desperately looked around the floor for the keys.

Growing desperate, I lost a few minutes just searching for the keys, and when I finally managed to find them I felt a sense of relief washing over me.

It was short-lived, however, as I soon realized that I had no way to twist my hands to reach the padlock. No matter how much I struggled, it seemed impossible, and soon I was grunting in pain as I tried to twist my wrist far enough to reach it.

Then, just on my left, I heard a cry of joy and something heavy fell on the floor.

I stood paralyzed for a second and then I heard a loud metal click, followed by a second.

Frozen in place, I heard the girl on my right grunting and then I realized that she had unlocked herself.

Defeated, I dropped my keys and then I laid my head on the cold, hard floor.

I had lost, obviously, but despite that, the host took his time adding all our points as I sobbed quietly.

Finally, he awarded the other girls with first and second place, and me with the third.

Still blindfolded, I heard them jumping off the stage just as someone picked me up from the floor with ease.

They release me from my bonds, but I was far from free. Then they pulled my blindfold off and I saw a wooden sawhorse standing in the center of the stage and I started panicking.

It looked just like the one Peter had, and the idea of sitting on it again, and worse, on stage, was terrifying.

But despite my struggles, the man holding me dragged me towards it, and then to my surprise he pushed my back against the beam and then tied my feet apart, each to one leg.

Then he grabbed my hair and he pulled back, forcing me to bend my back once more before he tied my hands to the beam. Finally, he wrapped a rope around my neck, and he tied it to the beam. It was tight enough that I couldn't lift my head, but not tight enough that it would choke me.

The position left my sex exposed, though, and it didn't take me long to imagine a line of men fucking me as I laid defenseless.

Terrified, I looked around me, only to see a waitress walking towards me. She was holding a ring gag, not unlike the one Peter used on me from time to time.

With practiced ease, she shoved it into my mouth, and then she closed the strap behind my back.

Then, I looked to my other side and I saw another girl, dragging a small brazier, full of red hot coals. She set it next to me and then the host returned. He looked at me for a second and then he caressed my face almost tenderly.

As I watched with horror, he then pulled a long steel rod from the fire. The tip was glowing a dull red, and after showing it to the public, he pressed it against my pubis.

A hot, searing sensation exploded in my mind as the brand burned my flesh. Desperate, to escape, I pulled from my bond as hard as I could but it was useless.

Then the pain kept increasing until I had to close my eyes as tears streamed down my face. It didn't help, though, and soon I felt my teeth sinking into the hard rubber of the gag as I bit desperately.

I was screaming too, a long, wailing scream of agony that scared even me. Sweat started pouring down my body and then the smell of grilling meat filled my nose.

Despite the pain, my mouth started watering and it took me a second to realize that was me. It smelled delicious. I smelled delicious, my tortured mind said, though the idea was deeply disturbing.

Then I saw the host holding the branding iron in front of me. The text was flipped, of course, but after a while, I managed to read the words.

It read "MASTER'S MEAT" in a big, stylized font, and I suddenly realized that from then on, it would always be there, visible to whoever saw me naked.

The idea was both terrifying and incredibly arousing to me.

Then the pain started to fade away, leaving behind a dull throbbing sensation that seemed to spread from my pubis all the way to my fingers and my toes.

And strangely enough, now that it was over, I felt relieved and even happy.

I was left alone for a minute, though, and then two girls climbed on stage, and a line of men formed in front of them.

I had to twist my neck to one side if I wanted to see, and it took me a moment to realize that Peter was the first one. He was naked, and as he grabbed the girl's head, he rammed his cock into her mouth and she started blowing him.

It felt strange to see him getting blown by another girl, but I knew there was nothing I could do but watch.

Then, as his movement became faster and faster, he pulled out of her mouth and he walked towards me. He stopped between my legs and as he pumped his cock he finally came. His cum spurted onto my pubis, dripping over my still tender brand as he smiled in satisfaction.

The sensation was intoxicating, and soon the other men did the same. One by one they would get blown and then they would come to me to cum on my pubis. After a while, a few started cumming in my face too, and then on my belly and my breasts.

By the time they finally released me, I was covered in cum, and though I was exhausted and sore, as the two girls helped me to get off the stage, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

----

After that, I settled into my new life.

Sometimes, when Peter left me in my cage, my mind would start wandering. I would remember all the things that had happened, and what my life used to be before I met Peter.

It had only been a couple of months since I met him in Mexico, though it seemed much longer to me.

Some things still felt strange, especially how quickly I got used to everything.

Not long after, Peter started bringing more of his friends to meet me. I would wait for them on my knees, obviously naked, feeling a mixture of trepidation and arousal.

Peter told me he did it because he liked to and because he knew I liked it too, and though I was terrified at first, in the end, he was right.

Most were sweet, like a man a bit older than Peter who brought his son to lose his virginity with me. His son was just a bit older than me and terribly shy.

After Peter introduced us, I took him into Peter's room, and then we had sex. He was sweet and though he didn't last long, it felt strangely satisfied afterward.

Others were weird, like a man that was in his sixties. He was tall and a bit fat, with grey hair and a stubby beard.

When he entered the living room he looked at me and he smiled warmly before he knelt next to me and he called me Maddie.

I looked at Peter for a moment, obviously confused, but he just nodded. Then I followed him into Peter's room, thinking that he was just going to fuck me.

But once we were alone, he laid his briefcase on the bed, and then he pulled out a changing mat and some diapers. After setting everything up, he told me to lay on the mat.

I did as he told, and once I was laying on the mat, he grabbed my legs and he pulled them up until my ass left the bed. Then he slid a diaper under me and he pulled it tight around my hips.

It felt weird, but it was just the beginning.

After I climbed down, he made me crawl around him for a while and then told me to piss myself.

I looked at him in shock, wanting to believe he was just playing with me, but he insisted, and I had no choice but to obey him.

It was hard to do it, though, and it took me a few minutes until I finally managed to piss myself. The diaper filled quickly and a warm sensation spread around my crotch, making me shiver with disgust.

Looking disappointed, the man then scolded me, and as I blushed in shame, not really understanding what was happening, he made me climb onto the bed once more.

After he ripped my dirty diaper, he undressed, and then he started pushing a pacifier into my mouth as I tried my best to relax. Luckily for me, he soon replaced the pacifier with his cock and he finally fucked me, something that strangely enough I felt much more comfortable with.

A few were very rough, though, like the one Peter introduced me to one day, and though I didn't know why, I felt very uncomfortable in his presence.

He was a bit shorter than Peter, but very thin and with pale skin.

Once he entered the living room, he stopped to look at me without saying a word, and then he turned around and he headed towards Peter's room.

I looked at Peter, not really knowing what to do, but he just motioned at me to follow him, and despite my fear, I followed him into Peter's room.

Once I was inside, he closed the door, and then he locked it.

Feeling trapped, I watched as he undressed and then he sat on the edge of the bed before he pointed at the floor between his legs.

Fearing he would get angry, I crawled towards him as fast as I could, and then I started blowing him.

At first, he just sat there while I sucked his cock, but then he grabbed my head and he started guiding me. After a while, he managed to force himself into my throat and he started fucking it furiously as I did my best to endure.

Luckily for me, he released me before I started puking.

Then, as I tried to catch my breath, he stood up, and then he grabbed me by my neck.

Before I could even react, he picked me up from the floor and threw me through the air and onto the mattress. A second later he was on top of me and he started fucking me, slamming his cock into me with anger until I was bouncing on the bed, too afraid to try to resist.

Then, as he smiled darkly, he grabbed my neck once again and he started cooking me.

His fingers dug deeply under my jaw, cutting the blood to my brain and after just a few seconds I felt my vision starting to close around me.

Terrified I tried to pull his hands off my neck, but it was like trying to move a car, and after a few seconds, I couldn't even lift my arms.

Then, just as quickly as he started, he finally released me and I took a long, deep breath, filling my lungs with air as I sobbed with joy.

He continued fucking me after that, though from time to time he would choke me again, releasing me only when I was about to pass out.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled out of my cunt and he came in my face while he held tightly onto my neck.

After, he smiled at me, and then he was gone. Exhausted, I just laid on the bed as I ran my fingers around my neck, feeling the bruise he had left behind.

It was a few minutes later, when Peter came in to check on me, that I realized that he had never said a single word.

Sometimes, though, it wasn't just one man.

One night, men started arriving, and though at first they seemed to be mostly ignoring me, once the last arrived, I was told to follow them to the dining room.

At first, I just knelt next to Peter as they sat around the table to play poker, but it soon became clear that I was there for a reason.

Soon they started asking me to pour them a drink or to bring a beer from the kitchen. Then they made me crawl under the table and Peter told me to suck their cocks, starting with him.

I was the night's entertainment, of course, but I didn't mind.

But then, as the night went on, I suddenly froze.

Peter told them, loud enough for me to hear from under the table, that I was the night's prize. Whoever won, got to choose what to do with me for the rest of the night.

The men all cheered as I started trembling in fear, unsure of what would happen to me.

Then the air became tense and everybody started concentrating on the game.

I crawled from under the table after I finished sucking the last man's cock, and with the taste of their cum on my mouth, I returned to my position next to Peter.

I had no idea how the game was played, but I could at least tell who was winning and who wasn't by the looks on their faces.

After a while, the game ended up being between Peter and another man that I hadn't seen before.

Unlike Peter, who looked strangely nervous, the man was leaning against his char as he smiled confidently. Everybody else was watching them, just like me.

Then, everything moved quickly and suddenly it was Peter's turn to show his card.

I couldn't see them from where I stood, but the sounds of surprise from the men around him and the look of relief on Peter's face made me feel a little safer.

But the man was still smiling, and the moment he showed his cards, the room fell silent for a moment before Peter started cursing.

Swallowing nervously, I could only watch as they shook hands and then their attention turned towards me.

The man moved around the table and he stopped right in front of me, forcing me to twist my neck up if I wanted to look into his eyes.

He was smiling, clearly excited, and a moment later he looked around the room and he started nodding to himself.

"I can do anything?" he asked Peter.

And to my shock, Peter nodded as he looked at me.

"Yes, as long as there is no permanent damage, that is..." he added a moment later.

Maybe that was supposed to make me feel better, but if that was his idea, it failed miserably, I thought.

"Right..." the man said a moment later. "Where can I find some rope... thick rope..." he said as he looked towards the ceiling.

A moment later Peter took a deep breath and then he nodded towards him. He disappeared through the kitchen and when he returned he was holding a big roll of rope, about as thick as my thumb.

The man looked at it excitedly and then he grabbed one of the ends. It had a silver rig spliced on it.

"Cuff her hands behind her back." he said.

Peter did as he was told, grabbing my hands before he cuffed them tightly behind my back.

Then the man returned, and he held the rope in front of me. He had slipped the other end of the rope through the ring, forming what was obviously a noose.

Suddenly terrified, I could only watch as he passed the free end of the rope through one of the hooks that hung from the ceiling. Peter had installed them a while ago, and he had used them to hang me off the floor, though only from my hands or my feet.

Before I could try to resist though, the man slipped the noose over my neck, and he pulled it tight. Then he pulled me onto my feet and he dragged until I was standing under the hook.

Trembling, I looked around the men as they surrounded me, hoping to find mercy. But I found none, and instead, they all looked at me, clearly excited.

Then I looked at Peter, who despite looking concerned, stood to one side, just watching.

He is not going to kill me, Peter had said so, I repeated over and over again as I tried to keep calm.

And then, just a second later, the noose pulled tight around my neck and I shot into the air until my feet left the floor.

Terror exploded in my mind as suddenly I couldn't breathe and my heart started pounding painfully inside my head. The noose had lodged itself under my jaw, and as I hung from it, it pushed my tongue out of my mouth.

As I danced under the rope, a few of the men looked concerned, but most started cheering.

Desperate to escape, I started kicking wildly as I searched for something to stand on, but everything was too far away, and my struggle only seemed to excite them even more.

And then, just as my vision started to close, the man appeared in front of me and he grabbed my legs. He pulled them up and a moment later he lifted my whole body.

Without warning, I felt his cock slipping into my cunt, though I barely noticed, as the moment he did, the noose loosened a bit and I was finally able to breathe again.

Tears of relief started streaming down my face as he started fucking me, and with his face inches from mine, I could see his leering smile as he enjoyed my body.

Desperate not to hang again, I wrapped my legs around his hips, which only made him fuck me even harder than before.

Then, as his breathing became faster and faster, he looked around the room and he smiled at the other men.

"Someone is going to take my place soon, I am about to cum..." he said as his body became tense.

Then he suddenly stopped and a moment later I felt his cum shooting inside of me.

He was grunting as he came, and just as soon as he finished, he moved backward. I did my best to hold onto him with my legs, but it was useless.

As his cock left my cunt, I felt the noose around my neck tightening once more, and soon I was hanging as his cum dripped between my legs and onto the floor.

This time, though, it was over much quicker, as a few seconds later another man lifted me into the air and he took his place, ramming his cock into my cunt as I took another desperate breath.

As the man before him, he took his time as he fucked me. He seemed to enjoy groping my breasts, though from time to time he would start pinching them until I started crying.

And like the man before he, he too came inside of me, and then he released me, leaving me to hang.

Panic overtook me once again, and this time, as I swung in circles under the rope, I saw the other men, forming a circle around me. Most were naked, and their cocks, already hard, pointed at me.

And among them, I saw Peter, naked and hard, and pumping his cock as he looked into my eyes.

This time it was his turn, it seemed, as a moment later he took a step forward and he picked me up with ease before I felt his cock slipping into me. Once more, I took a deep breath as I tried to hold myself to him, and then I felt another man, steeping behind me.

"Nooooo..." I said, but he didn't listen, and a moment later he started pushing into my asshole.

I was completely defenseless, though, and I could only close my eyes as I felt his cock finally entering me as pain exploded in my ass.

Obvious of my problem, Peter and the other man started fucking me. I was trapped between them, bouncing with every thrust as the noose hung around my neck, a reminder that once they were finished with me, it would close again.

This time, though, it was Peter who was fucking me and as I looked into his eyes, he quickly smiled, and then he leaned forwards into my ears.

"Cum for me..." he whispered.

Desperate, I shook my head, trying to stop him, but it was useless. A moment later I felt his fingers dancing over my clit and all I could do was take a deep breath before a powerful orgasm explode inside of me.

A bright flash of light blinded me and then my whole body tensed in an instant until I felt like I would just rip myself apart. My lungs started burning for air, and as the cheers of the men around me grew more and more distant, I felt Peter cumming inside of me, just a second before the man fucking my ass did the same.

Terrified, I felt their cum filling my body just before they both released me at the same time.

Almost in slow motion, I became weightless and then I felt my body falling through the air as I screamed both in terror and lust. Then the noose tighten around my throat, stopping my fall, and my scream turned into a dry gurgle as I started choking once more.

The pressure in my neck was agonizing this time, but despite it, my orgasm rolled on until I couldn't take it anymore and everything around me turned to black.

I wasn't dead, though, at least not yet.

Though the world around me was still dark and silent, a moment later I felt myself rising into the air and suddenly I managed to take a short, shallow breath.

After some struggle, I managed to open my eyes.

There was a man in front of me. He was smiling with lust, and a moment later I felt his cock, pushing its way into my cunt.

There was no pain, though, just a burning sensation all over my body as the last of my orgasm faded away.

Completely oblivious to me, the man simply fucked me until he was ready to cum, and then, even before I had managed to recover my breath, he came inside of me, and then he pushed me off his cock.

As I fell, I tried desperately to take one last breath before the noose closed around my throat. This time, though, as I felt the rope digging into my neck, I stretched my legs under me, and to my surprise, I found the floor.

I had to stand on the tip of my toes, or otherwise I would be choked again, but at least I could stand, I thought deliriously.

It was difficult, though, but I tried my best to stand under the hook as the men around me just looked. Their arousal was obvious, and as I looked at them, I felt my body burning for release once again.

It wasn't long before they lifted me into the air once more, and like before, they started taking turns. I could only breathe when they fucked me, and when they came, I would hang again.

They continued fucking me for hours, and Peter allowed me to cum one more time. By the time they finally lowered me to the ground, though, I was too exhausted to even lift my head from the floor.

After they were gone, Peter carried me to his room, and once more, he left me by the foot of the bed. This time, though, he didn't lock me to the bed, which was lucky for me.

Though I fell asleep quickly, I woke up in the middle of the night.

I could hear Peter snoring on the bed, and though I wanted nothing more than to climb on it with him, I knew I couldn't.

Instead, I crawled towards the bathroom, and once there, I peed.

I didn't return to the room, though. After I climbed off the toilet, I caught my reflection in the mirror and I stopped.

I probably wasn't supposed to, I thought, but I couldn't help myself. After checking that Peter was still sleeping in the room, I crawled towards the mirror and I knelt in front of it.

I could hardly recognize myself, though.

Around my neck, I could see the mark left by the noose. It was a dark purple color, and it was no wonder my throat hurt so much, I thought as I ran my fingers over it.

My breasts were swollen and tender from the abuse, and my thighs were covered in dried cum. My brand, though it had healed since that night in the club, stood proudly over the skin of my pubis and was impossible to miss. My whole body was covered in marks and bruises too, and even my hair had cum on it.

But though before I met Peter I would have been horrified by what I saw, I now watched at my reflection in awe. Despite the terror, I had felt, in the end, I had found the experience of hanging from my neck incredibly arousing.

It was still scary, of course, and though I would never forget the feeling of terror I had experienced the first time they hung me, it paled into comparison with the pleasure I had felt as I came later.

After I returned to the room, I laid once more at the foot of the bed. My whole body ached, and my throat was still sore, but I felt a sense of satisfaction that I had never felt before.

As I closed my eyes, I smiled warmly, and then I fell asleep.

----

A few months after that night, Peter took me to the club once again. I was terrified, thinking that everything had come to an end and that I was going to die, but once we arrived, he led me to a table, and then he sat and had a drink.

That night I just watched the show, and though it felt strange to be looking at other girls competing as I had, when I realized that I was safe, I was finally able to relax.

Not every night was like that, though.

Soon, the club became a place we visited every weekend, and though I would have rather just watched the show, sometimes Peter entered me in the competition, always telling me I was safe.

It was always scary, though, and usually painful, but I got to enjoy it too. Maybe it was the attention, the fact that everybody in the club was looking at me, the idea that I was the star of the show. Or maybe it was the thrill of the risk, of knowing that one day, I wouldn't be safe anymore.

But it wasn't always easy, and especially when I lost, I would go back home and after Peter fell asleep I would start crying, thinking that maybe the next time I wouldn't be so lucky.

I imagined myself losing and then the butcher gutting me on stage as he had done with that girl. I imagined people watching as the cook roasted my meat over a fire. And I also imagined them eating me once I was done. All while Peter watched.

I was terrified by that, at least at first.

I didn't want to die, of course, but I also didn't want my life with Peter to end.

Despite the pain, the humiliation, even though I was his and that any other person would think I was crazy, I was happy being with him. Being his.

And as time went on, I came to accept that one day my time would come to an end. It was unavoidable.

Sometimes the idea terrified me, and others it just made me feel sad. But despite that, I always obeyed him. Sometimes I had to remind myself that I was his, I had given myself fully to him.

Strangely enough, in all the times we went to the club, I never saw another girl getting killed. I could only assume that it was extremely rare, or that Peter was choosing our visits to avoid that, but that seemed unlikely.

In the end, it lasted far longer than I imagined, though.

On my 16th birthday, Peter took me to the club once more, and after I entered the place, I sensed something was different.

I looked around for a while, trying to find out what it was, but everything seemed normal. Maybe the people talking were a little louder, maybe they looked a little more excited, but that was it.

As usual, Peter led me to the back and he ordered a drink for himself as I knelt next to him.

A moment later he patted my head and when I looked at him he smiled sadly.

"You are going to compete tonight." he told me, his voice slow and serious.

I nodded quickly, feeling the usual sense of trepidation that I felt whenever he told me that, but something was missing.

I waited patiently for him to say the word, to tell me I would be safe, but he didn't. And as fear started to fill my mind, he looked into my eyes, and then he shook his head.

"Oh." I whispered as I looked around the club.

I did my best to relax, knowing that fear wouldn't help me once I was on the stage, but it wasn't easy.

A few minutes later, one of the waitresses came by and she leaned next to Peter. She whispered something in his ears that I couldn't catch and as he looked at me, he nodded slowly.

Then the girl looked at me and then she left. Peter finished his drink and then got up and he started walking towards the stage.

As I crawled behind him, I looked around the club nervously, and it was only then that I noticed my dad was there. He looked at me for a moment and then he smiled.

A moment later we arrived at the stage, and Peter made me kneel next to two girls before he disappeared.

Another girl appeared a moment later, being dragged along the floor by her master. Her hands and feet were bound, unlike the rest of us, and once she was next to me, her master looked at her and the girl knelt hurriedly as she looked at the floor. Her master, apparently satisfied, nodded to himself, and then he left.

As I waited, I looked at the other girls around me. They all looked terrified and I couldn't blame them. I might have looked calm on the outside, but inside I was also terrified and I could feel my stomach twisting painfully inside of me.

Then we were told to climb onto the darkened stage, and after stumbling around for a while, we managed to form a line. To my surprise, Peter climbed onto the stage a moment later. He was already naked and as I looked at him I felt a shudder running down my back.

He had never been on stage, much less with me, and the idea suddenly filled me with fear. Ignoring me, though, he moved behind me and he rested his hands on my shoulders.

Then the host climbed onto the stage and after looking at us, he turned to face the public.

But as he did, I noticed that ahead of us on the stage there was some sort of machine or machines, though I couldn't make out what they were.

"Ladies and gentleman, we have a very special night for you. Full of surprises, I hope, so I won't say much. But I want to thank this kind gentlemen, one of whom will be providing the meat for tonight." he said and a moment later people started cheering loudly.

One of whom, I thought a moment later, as I felt Peter's hands on my shoulders.

Then the light turned on, blinding us for a moment, and when I managed to open my eyes again I saw what was in front of us.

There were four identical machines, and the moment I saw them I knew their purpose.

Terrified, I looked at them as the other girls started screaming and pleading at their masters.

The machines were very simple, though. Each had two wooden columns that went from the floor to the ceiling. In the middle, about waist height for me, there were a couple of beams that had a circular cutout between them.

And above it all, hanging near the ceiling by a piece of rope, I could see a huge metal blade, its edge so sharp that it shone under the stage lights.

"A guillotine..." I whispered as I swallowed nervously.

I started shaking my head as terror exploded inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to run away, and if not for Peter's hands on my shoulder, I might have.

"You can do it..." Peter whispered in my ears a moment later.

And despite the terror I was feeling, I suddenly nodded. Peter gave me his hand and after I got up, I made my way towards it with trembling feet.

Once there, he pulled the upper beam up. I looked at it for a moment, wondering if I was going to get out of it alive. But despite that, I lowered my head and I pushed it through the opening.

Then I felt Peter brushing my hair away before he lowered the beam back into place. It locked tightly around my neck with a loud metallic noise, making me jump.

Peter then grabbed my hands and he bound them to the machine's columns using some rope, and once that was done, he walked in front of me. As I twisted my head, I managed to look into his eyes.

"Well done..." he said, and despite everything that was happening, I started blushing with a shallow sense of pride.

Once he was satisfied, he walked behind me, and without warning, he slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt. Despite the terror, I was dripping wet by then, and as he did, I moaned loudly.

The public started cheering a moment later, and as the machine left my sex completely exposed, I could feel their eyes on me.

Two of the other girls were soon in the same position as I, and as I looked around I could see their faces of terror as they waited, just like me.

The last one, though, was resisting furiously.

I could hear her screaming desperately to one side, though I couldn't see her.

But despite her struggles, her master and a couple of men dragged her towards the last machine and they forced her into position. After she was locked in like the rest of us, though, she seemed to realize that her struggles were useless, and she started sobbing softly.

I felt bad for her, but there was nothing I could do.

The presenter returned to the stage and after checking on all of us, the addressed the public once more.

"Well, well, now that we have everything ready, it's time to explain how this will go." he said cheerfully as the public laughed.

"Each of the girls will have the rope that holds her blade placed in her mouth. They have to hold on to them well, because if they let it go, they will lose their head. Simple right?" he said a moment later as the public cheered once more.

And as they did, I watched as Peter untied the rope holding the blade from one of the columns and he placed it in my mouth.

I bit it as hard as I could, and once he released it, I felt the weight of the blade pulling from it as my heart started beating furiously inside my chest.

"Except... their Master's will be fucking them from behind, and if say... one of them were to cum, it might prove a bit harder to hold onto the rope..." he added a moment later, and the public exploded in applause.

I was terrified, and as I trembled uncontrollably, all I could do was hold onto the rope for dear life.

"Gentlemen..." the host said and a moment later I felt Peter's cock slipping into my cunt.

And despite the terror burning inside of me and the possibility that I was going to die in the next few minutes, I couldn't deny how aroused I felt.

I was dripping wet, and when I felt Peter's cock stretching me open, I started moaning, almost letting go of the rope in the process.

Around me, the other girls were being fucked too. Two were whimpering in fear, and another was mumbling something that I couldn't quite understand, though it might have been a prayer.

Then, as he started fucking me deeper and deeper, the world around me seemed to disappear and all that was left was Peter's cock inside of me and the blade hanging ominously above my neck.

I didn't want to die, though, and as I tried desperately to block the feelings coming from my cunt, I felt Peter's hands caressing my back and my ass.

Despite everything, I managed to hold on for what felt like an eternity, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep up forever. Then Peter moved his hands under my body and he started caressing my breasts and my belly as I grunted in agony.

The blade felt increasingly heavy, and I was getting tired too.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax, to pull my mind away from the situation I was in, but it was impossible.

And then, I felt Peter's breath on my back and I shuddered.

"Cum for me..." he whispered.

Terrified I would lose my concentration if I did, I shook my head, but a moment later I felt his hands moving between my legs.

Desperate, I started grunting loudly, praying for him to stop, but it was useless. His fingers found my clit, and as he continued pumping his cock into my cunt, he started playing with it.

The sensation soon became too much, and I suddenly gasped as I felt my body melting under his touch.

But as I did, I could feel the rope slipping between my teeth. In my panic, I bit hard, desperate to hold on to it, but a moment later it all became too much.

As his fingers danced around my clit, my body suddenly exploded and I came.

Almost in slow motion, I opened my mouth and I started screaming as the rope shot out of it.

I was squirming painfully as my orgasm, the last one of my life, rocked my body to my core. My muscles were on fire and my whole cunt seemed to be melting around his cock.

As I closed my eyes, trying to get ready for the blade, I wondered morbidly if it would hurt. It was pretty quick, maybe it wouldn't, I thought, but then I realized that my head would have to fall to the floor and I was pretty high and that worried me.

Above me, I could hear the blade whistling through the air as the frame shook around me, and as it did, Peter kept fucking me, adding fuel to the fire burning inside of me.

Then the blade struck, and the frame shook even harder.

That was it, I thought, it hadn't hurt at all. Jubilant with joy I opened my eyes, only to realize that my head was still trapped in the machine.

I was alive, and strangely as it might sound, I felt disappointed.

Confused, I managed to twist my head around just enough for me to see the blade. It had hit the beam that closed around my neck, digging a few inches into the wood before it stopped.

And as my body trembled with terror and lust, Peter finally came, shooting his cum deep inside of me before he pulled out.

Then the whole place fell eerily quiet, except for the sound of the other girls getting fucked.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me as Peter wiped his cock on my ass, and then suddenly I heard a scream next to me. I turned my head just in time to see one of the girls letting go of her rope.

The blade started falling and then it stopped, once more digging into the beam that locked her neck in place. She was terrified though, and I could see her eyes were closed as tears streamed down onto the floor below.

The other two, probably scared by the sound, let go of their ropes too, only for the blades to stop above their necks.

They looked confused, just like me, and a couple started sobbing. It was probably in relief, I thought coldly, as I was the one that had lost, even if I was still alive.

Then, as the public started murmuring around us, the other girls were released and along with their masters, there were taken off the stage, leaving only Peter and me on it.

Not for long, though, as a moment later the host climbed onto the stage and after looking into my eyes with a cold smile, he turned towards the public.

"I am sorry... I truly am... but, we promised you a surprise, and though I am sure you all think that was it, and that a few of you are disappointed, you shouldn't be." he said a moment later.

As he addressed the public, I could feel Peter's cum dripping out of me before it fell onto the floor, a sensation that I always found incredibly arousing.

"Now, the big reveal." he said as he placed his hand on my ass.

"For tonight, a first for the club, we will be roasting the meat alive." he finally announced.

And then the whole pace seemed to erupt in cheers as I started trembling in terror.

After that, everything started moving very quickly.

Peter lifted the blade and then he released me from the guillotine. A moment later few men climbed onto the stage and they dragged the guillotines away, only to return with a small metal table and what was obviously a big oven.

It was on a rolling cart and from the back, a thick electrical cord fell to the floor before it disappeared off stage. The inside glowed a bright orange color, and even from a distance, I could feel the heat on my body.

And though the sight of it made me shiver in fear, I couldn't look away from it. Suddenly I could see myself inside of it, screaming in terror as I cooked alive, and for a moment I wished the guillotine had taken my head off.

Then I realized that Peter was talking to me, and I was finally able to look away.

"Get on the table, Sarah." he said, his voice soft and tender.

Terrified, I shook my head as I swallowed nervously.

"Please, no..." I begged him, my voice barely a whisper.

"Sarah, you promised. You said you were mine. You knew this was coming..." he said a moment later.

And though it was all true, I was still terrified. I looked at the oven once more, and then I looked into Peter's eyes.

"Get on the table, Sarah." he said once more, his voice now firm and commanding.

And despite my fear, this time I did as he said. Slowly, I walked towards the table, even though my legs felt weak and rubbery.

Once there, I sat on the edge, and then someone flipped me over until I was laying face down on it. It was too short for me, though, and as my legs hung from the side, I could feel the edge digging into my hips.

I was terrified, and in my mind, I could only imagine what horror awaited me inside of the oven.

Then Peter walked next to me and he started caressing my head, and that helped me relax, if only a little.

"I love you..." I suddenly blurted out, without knowing why.

Peter looked at me tenderly, and then she smiled.

"I know..." he said a moment later as he ran his hands over my back.

Before I could do anything else, a girl climbed onto the stage and she showed a heavy-looking bar of steel. It was made out of two pieces, with four shackles formed along its length. I had no idea how it worked, though, but a moment later she moved behind me and I felt her laying it on my back.

With the help of someone else, she grabbed my hands and my feet, and then she pulled them towards my ass. Before I could realize what was happening, she locked them all together using the bars. A moment later I heard a loud click as it locked closed, and then she released me, leaving me trapped in a hogtie.

Wasting no time, she moved in front of me, and then she pushed a hard silicone ball gag into my mouth. After locking it behind my head, she used what sounded like chains to pull my head painfully back and then she tied the other end to the bars.

The position was deeply uncomfortable and it put a lot of pressure on my neck, making breathing very difficult.

Then I was lifted into the air for a second and a big metal try was laid under me.

A moment later, I felt hands all over my body and the smell of olive oil filled the air as they started rubbing it over my body.

"Shhhhh... relax, you are doing perfect..." I heard Peter whispering next to my ear.

And despite everything that was happening, I nodded quickly.

"Listen to me..." he said a moment later. "Are you listening?"

Unable to talk, I nodded quickly once more as I watched the oven out on the edge of my vision.

"It doesn't have to hurt, Sarah. If you do as I say, it will be like going to sleep, okay? Remember, once the door is closed, take a deep breath, and it will be over quickly, it will be like going to sleep under a warm blanket. Okay?" he told me.

"Did you understand what I said? Don't try to resist, just let go..." he asked me a moment later, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded almost automatically, and then I repeated his word in my mind over and over again, almost like a mantra.

Then, once I was covered in oil, a couple of girls dropped a few vegetables around me, and once I was ready, they took a step back to admire their work.

Peter disappeared a moment later, I was left alone for a minute.

As I waited, my mind started to wander. I was terrified, yes, but I was incredibly aroused too, and there was no point in denying it. My cunt was still dripping wet and I could feel my juices dripping onto the tray as they mixed with the oil.

Despite having cummed a couple of minutes ago, I was desperate for release too, and though I could move my hands, I couldn't reach my cunt. It was close and yet so far, and though I tried my best, I ended giving up in frustration.

Then, without warning, something warm and slippery slid into my asshole as I bit my gag, and a moment later Peter walked in front of me once more.

"A goodbye present." he said just as the anal plug started vibrating furiously inside of me.

A moment later I started squirming under its assault and I clenched my asshole as tight as I could, trying to draw as much pleasure from it as possible.

It was then that I noticed voices around me and when I managed to open my eyes, I realized that I was surrounded by people.

Most were just looking, though a few were pocking me and one even managed to slip a couple of fingers into my cunt, making me grunt with lust.

I could hear them talking among themselves, pointing out how aroused I was, how delicious I was going to be, or which parts of my body they would order, and despite how terrified I was, I couldn't stop from blushing at the idea.

I had gone from being the star of the show to the main dish of the night, and despite how crazy it sounded, I loved the idea.

After a while, people started to leave, and once again I was left alone on the stage. The vibrator was still moving inside of me, but as powerful as it was, I soon realized that I needed more to cum.

And then, Peter returned and he knelt in front of me. He looked at me for a moment with a mixture of lust and satisfaction, of sadness and hunger, and after he ran his fingers through my oil-soaked hair, he patted my head and he smiled.

"You will do great. I am proud of you." he said a moment later.

And as he did, I felt my face turning a bright red as my cheeks started burning with pride.

Then the tray, and me along with it, was lifted into the air, and suddenly I felt the heat of the oven washing over my body as they opened the door.

Moving swiftly, they slid the tray into the oven and I was left facing the door.

The heat was tremendous, and the moment I was in I took a deep breath and I held it in. No matter what Peter had said, it was just too hot. Then they closed the door and I closed my eyes.

The heat, as great as it had felt before, was nothing compared to the searing sensation that suddenly enveloped my body once I was trapped inside.

Wanting to escape, I started struggling, but my bonds held firm, and all I managed was to cut myself with them.

Growing desperate, I managed to open my eyes as my lungs started burning for air. It was just a second, but I managed to see my own reflection on the door, and behind it, Peter.

He was smiling proudly, and as my eyes found him, I remembered his words.

Then my whole body started tingling as I started sweating, a last, desperate effort from my body to protect itself, but I knew it was useless.

I wasn't getting out, not until I had become meat.

And as the idea settled into my mind, I felt a strange sense of calmness washing over me.

The world around me seemed to disappear, leaving behind just a few things. The heat from the oven, washing over me as I slowly roasted. The vibrator inside of me, driving me closer and closer to an orgasm. Peter's smile on the other side of the glass.

Once more, I remembered Peter's words, and this time I swallowed nervously, and then I took a long, deep breath.

The air was incredibly hot, and as it filled my lungs I felt it burning them from the inside.

But at the same time, I noticed the smell.

I was confused at first, and it took me a few seconds to realize that the smell of meat suddenly filling the oven was coming from me.

It felt intoxicating and delicious, and despite the pain coming from my chest, I managed to take one more breath. My last one, though I didn't know it yet.

Once more, my lungs filled with that incredible aroma and I felt myself melting. It smelled like olives, and rosemary, grilled meat, and a wood fire.

It felt glorious, and as I drowned in that mouthwatering sensation, I was finally able to relax.

As I did, I felt my life fading away as my heart stopped beating inside my chest.

I wanted more, of course. To feel Peter inside of me again, to cum one more time, to know what I would taste once I was done roasting.

But I knew I wouldn't get any of those things, and in the end, it didn't matter.

I could, though, imagine what I would look like once I came out of the oven. My skin, after roasting for hours, would turn a deep golden hue and it would become crispy, while my meat remained tender and juicily inside.

I could imagine, too, everybody watching as I was pulled from the oven. How Peter would be the one to carve the first slice of my meat, and how pleased he would be with my taste.

And with that thought burning in my mind, I smiled through my gag and I was finally gone.

Well, that is the rest. Sorry it took so long, I had a lot of trouble splitting it in small enough parts to upload here, end even then it has a few formatting errors. Let me know what you think

That was a joy from start to finish! Bravo!👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Great story, I really enjoyed and am glad you posted the rest.

If your still looking for a place to post your stories, the new Dolcettish has an underage section. You just need to ask for permission to access it.

>>28409
There is a new Dolcettish??

>>28409
Tell me more! :-D

>>28411
Sometime after the old Dolcettish went down damien brought it back. It doesn't get as much traffic as the old one though. You have to ask in a sticky topic in the General Discussion section to get access to the underage section. Their is also a real death section and if you don't want that you have to make sure to say that you just want the underage section.

Somebody did post your Sydneyverse stories.

https://apdamien.info/dolcettish/index.php is the link.

>>28405
>>28409
Thanks, I am glad you liked it!

As for a place to post my stories, for the moment, I don't think so. It takes time, something I am lacking, and what I would really like is a place to host my site as it was in ASSTR

Excellent story. Unfortunately, I only finished reading it now.
First, I want to praise how realistically, in my opinion, it shows the transformation of an ordinary teenage girl into a completely submissive thing, totally belonging to her Master. How he ruthlessly and cynically got her hooked on love and pleasant sensations, and then destroyed her morally.
Secondly, for the plot to be completely realistic, there should have been some remarks about the surrounding world. The girl lived in society, went to school... I understand that this does not affect the plot, but for complete credibility, it would be interesting, in my opinion, to tell how Peter managed to completely remove Sarah from school so that no one was concerned. Or is it that simple in the US?
Anyway, big thanks to the author.

>>28871
Thanks man, I am glad you liked it.

As for the surrounding world, I usually don't include it in the stories for a few reasons, it can detract from the plot and usually can be quiet long unless you just dump exposition, and also I think its easy for the reader to add its own lore (I do it myself on the stories I read).

For example, I usually don't mention parents/family that much, but that can be explained because parents and children don't communicate much now, or if you think a parent should have noticed something their kid did, in reality they probably wouldn't.

I am not saying adding more detail to a story is wrong, I enjoy it, but I think in this kind of stories it can unnecessary.

PS: I am only writing short stories now, so that might have a lot to do with my point of view...

Thank you for this amazing story! I came incredibly hard when the blade fell because I was imagining myself the whole time. I was a little disappointed that wasn't the end, but still a great story!

>>28871
It's called gooner suspension of realism